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𝐁𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐟 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 ⋆˚ʚɞ
synopsis: hdcs for blade as your biker bf ;)
tags: public (fingering), pet name, vulgar, explicit,
wrd cnt: 380+
a/n: rewrite/repost from first acc!
biker!blade…who'll teach you how to ride ;) How to hold the bars, how to rev the engine and position your body; sitting behind you to help at all times. He'll act like it's a pain, but the only thing that hurts is the massive hard on straining against his pants watching you from behind.
biker!blade…who'll drive out even an hour to get you late night ice cream.
biker!blade…who fingers you at the red lights. Hand wrapped around your thigh underneath your skirt, teasing and snapping the eslastic band of your panties, both his hands soothe the sides of your hips and waist to grab you closer to him, making sure you feel his cock against your back; the leather of his gloves dragging up the fabric slightly so you feel the cool air around you when it's dark out.
Every red light he'd get more and more generous.
He'd love to watch you reposition yourself, trying to be slick with how you scoot your ass back just a bit and spread your legs apart to give his fingers just a bit more room to palm and rub your clit through the fabric, the leather adding more pressure and weight to his fingers that pushed slightly into your slit. You tried your best not to look too suspicious to all the cars nearby, dragging your soaked panties across the seat in circular motions to feel blades touch.
"Tch-you're gonna get the seat wet angel". He whispers from behind your ear, playfully smacking your thigh to make you notice how the light turned green; noticing some slack from you already.
Sometimes he wouldn't even indulge you in more, but when you were lucky, he'd pull your panties to the side with a hooked finger and spread all your slick around; middle finger prodding at the entrance slowly and whispering all his favorite things in your ear.
"Focus on the road baby, l'll fuck you to sleep when we get home yeah?" He'd say against your neck, nipping slightly at your skin with a finger slowly dragging in and out of your cunt.
"Don't you dare cum, or i'll make you lick my seat clean."
You were staring to love red lights all of a sudden.
whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.
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How would it be if blade's darling had wanted to contact him, though? Maybe to try and talk about things? They probably wouldn't know about the mind reset kafka does, so when they try to contact him to set up a meeting they think he remembers them.
Oh my god, that just gave me the sweetest of images! Some yandere's love is just so pure, I swear ♥
»»———————— ♡ ————————««
Blade didn't really know why he reacted so fast to the unknown sound.
He usually didn't get bothered by that thing in his pocket, a device Kafka made him walk around with, telling him to check it regularly. It pling! and dundun! all day long, notifications appeared on its screen that he didn't usually react to unless someone mentioned him by name. Why would he? He knew his mission; there was no need to be in constant contact with the others.
Bing!
And yet, when a new sound rang in his ears, one he hadn't heard before, Blade stopped dead in his tracks. The guy he was hunting hurdled away, crawling through the pools of blood on the floor while the rain washed away the evidence of battle. Holding his bloody stomach, he watched the Hunter reach into his pocket, picking up his phone, unbothered by the massacre in front of him, almost as if he forgot about his target that took the chance to scramble to his feet, running for his dear life.
Blade gazed at the bright screen, his eyes hurting, but he didn't even notice the pain as he read the latest banner that notified him of a message.
we need to talk
The hairs at the back of his neck stood straight as he read those four words. Blade's mouth ran dry while his breathing stopped. As if he had to hear better, every one of his motions ceased, and the sounds of the constant traffic in the distance vanished. He felt fury build up as raindrops landed on his screen, the words vanishing. Yet he didn't understand why.
Bing! Bing!
He flinched. Even a second time and repeated, this sound differed from when Kafka or Silver Wolf tried to contact him. He didn't remember it ever ringing out before. A slight shake of nervousness went through him, followed by a spark of excitement. Before he knew it, he was reading the message—eager, desperate.
[Location sent]
meet me here tonight, we really have to talk. i want this to end, you have to...
The message preview stopped there, and Blade snapped out of his trance. Slowly, his eyes trudged to the sender's name, but it was only a culmination of unfamiliar numbers. He looked at the time next, and with a twinge of disappointment, he realized it was early noon at best. A shaky breath escaped him, and for the first time since he got the notifications, he looked up into the dark alleyway before him.
It was quiet, no more breathing of his enemies. Yet, he could hear his own blood pounding in his ears and feel the desperate grip on the sword he still clutched onto. It had not been drenched in the blood of his target completely, yet, he didn't feel the yearning of finishing a job.
Instead, Blade felt compelled to go.
Where to, he didn't know. Somewhere, or precisely, where he should go, but he had never opened the message he received with the location. All he knew was that he had to go there. His legs moved on their own, steps splashing in the wet puddles on the ground. By the time he walked out onto the busy street, his sword had vanished, but not that feeling of urgency pushing him forward.
What were those feelings? Why did they keep aggravating him so? His head hurt as the lights of the cars flashed by him, taking in every moment of his pain. He should stop. He had to call Kafka. Something was wrong, and although he couldn't pinpoint it, it would be dangerous to continue on this unfamiliar path on his own.
Reaching into his pocket, he felt the little device vibrate against his fingers, followed by the now-more familiar Bling! he began to dread yet anticipate at the same time.
don't chicken out this time! just come and let's talk... i know you can see my messages
Staring at the message for a moment, he let the phone sink back into his pocket, never bothering to reply. You knew he was going to come, and he would. He wouldn't miss it for anything in this world.
You?
Who?
His legs carried him onwards into the unknown, but something told him that he knew exactly where he could find you, even if he didn't remember. Something inside him knew, and this feeling grew and grew stronger until it robbed him of any reason. There was a pull on him so strong, he couldn't help but pursue it—hunt it.
You, whoever you are, were his next target, and he had to have you. All to himself. Pressed against his marred body, engulfed by his shadow, never to be seen by anyone else again. Never to be touched unless it were his fingers resting gently against your skin, and never to be tasted unless it was on his lips and tongue. If he must devour you to have you all to himself, he would. And he would tear you down and ruin you to the point that no one would dare to take his prey away from him.
Blade had to have you. Savagely, violently. All to himself.
He didn't know who you were or what you wanted from him. Why you contacted him, or how you even knew about this pitiful creature with a heart beating so fast that he felt real fear for its safety inside of him. But he'd find you, have you, and destroy you.
And he couldn't wait to meet you.
#Blade#yandere Blade#yandere!blade#hrs#honkai star rail#yandere hrs#yandere honkai star rail#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere fanfiction#yandere writing#yandere stories#yandere oneshots#yandere oneshot#yandere drabble#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#Yandere TW
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after Kafka's companion quest
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*SPOILERS*
Would the Ket dirty talk Chase mentioned in the swamp actually work on Blade 💀? “Choke me and call me a slattern”
It would emphatically not, lol, and in fact Chase really needs to check his sources, because it's not really a thing in Ket culture like he makes it out to be! But he's aware he's being inaccurate, he's just exaggerating to get a rise out of Blade! 🤣
#Shepherds of Haven#Blade#Blade Bronwyn#Chase#Chase Trinaeste#spoilers#mild#alpha build#alpha preview#chapter 7
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Falling Asleep ~ *Blade*
Summary: You've been looking for the cure for Blade's insomnia for ages now. It's beginning to impact your sleep schedule as well. And Blade doesn't like you losing sleep over him.
Pairing: Blade X G/N!Reader
Genre: Fluffyish Drabble
Word Count: 906
Warning: N/A
Masterlist
A/N: Part 2 to Can't Sleep. I strongly suggest reading that one first.
You couldn't tell how much time had passed. Was it weeks? Was it months? You weren't sure anymore. You've been working day and night for so very long to try and find a cure for Blade and his insomnia. But nightmares were a hard thing to fix. And nightmares that came from trauma presented a whole new kind of problem.
At first the answer was simple, he just needed to confront his trauma and then he would be able to sleep through the night. But you knew Blade. He wasn't going to deal with the trauma he faced. Because of this, he was stuck in a perpetual loop of bad dreams each and every night. So you decided to focus on a different strategy. Anything to get his mind off of the pain he faced every night.
As you worked and tried new idea after new idea, Blade watched as you slowly succumbed to madness. At first he was bitter. He told you it was impossible to solve his sleepless nights. You were only hurting yourself in the process. He was angry at you for allowing yourself to be dragged under because of his problems.
His frustration with you slowly melted into worry. It wasn't a strong feeling, but he knew what he felt. He knew he was making your life miserable because he just couldn't get to sleep. He wished there was a magical cure you could find so that you could finally stop worrying about him. He began to find that he couldn't bear to see you in such pain because of him anymore.
"It's not working, doctor." He said when he was called into your office once more. "Nothing has worked."
"Then we'll try something else." Your voice was short and curt.
He shook his head. "No, we won't. We're done. You're done."
This caused you to snap your glare from your research to him. There was a wild fire in your eyes and if he were a mortal man, he would've flinched under its intensity. "We are not done. We will never be done until you fall asleep."
"Doctor, you tried your hardest. But things don't always work out. You need to give up." Blade wasn't very good at being comforting, so he stuck with being terribly honest.
You slammed your notebooks onto the ground. There were dozens of them, all filled with research that you thought would help him get to sleep. Something flickered inside him. Was it hope? Was it pain? Was it compassion? He wasn't sure. All he knew was he felt something he hadn't felt in a very long time stir within him.
With a sigh, you slumped against the counter. "I have been trying for who knows how long. I've studied sleep and dream theory. I've looked into every possible avenue for something to fix this. And I won't give up until I have found your cure. I owe you that much."
"You don't owe me anything." He muttered, an edge of hatred to his voice. "Besides, you're only doing this because you have a problem you can't fix. It's unfortunate I'll be your first basket case, but you need to let it go and get a grip. It's over. We're done. Find a different problem to solve."
He watched your jaw drop and tears well in your eyes. That strange feeling inside him flickered again. You looked so tired and so broken. Your research has really put you through the wringer. And he felt... bad.
"It may have started out that way, but that's not how I feel anymore." You whispered, your voice cracking as the tears began to fall. "You are not a problem in need of fixing. I care about you so much..." Your voice trailed off.
You didn't even need to finish your sentence and Blade understood.
Standing up, he took your hand. "You need to go to bed."
"I- what?" You looked up at him, confusion and exhaustion clouding your eyes.
"C'mon, let's get you to bed." Before you could protest further, he walked you out of your office and up to your upstairs apartment. Upon bringing you to your bedroom, he pulled aside the blanket and gestured for you to get into bed.
All you could do was nod, as you shucked off your lab coat and kicked off your shoes. When you crawled into bed, he pulled the blanket up to your chin and stared at you for a few seconds.
"Have pleasant dreams, doctor."
As he turned, you called out. "Wait. Stay."
He glanced at you from over his shoulder. "Stay?"
You nod, your eyelids beginning to droop. "Please stay. I want to try another experiment."
"No, you need to sleep-"
"Trust me. I want to try this experiment." You hold out one of your hands while the other pulls aside the blanket. "I want to see if this will work."
Again, from your actions alone, Blade understood. Taking off his own boots and jacket, he climbed into bed with you. Unlike the other times he tried to sleep, this felt different. He felt warm, comfortable, and relaxed. Your arms around him seemed to be helping.
As you rested your cheek to his shoulder, you whispered, "Have pleasant dreams, Blade."
And for the first time in so very, very long, he felt like he would. And when sleep overcame him, he was pleasantly surprised to find that he did.
#Honkai: Star Rail#Honkai: Star Rail Fanfiction#Honkai: Star Rail Drabble#Anime#Anime Fanfiction#Anime Drabble#Stellaron Hunters#Blade#Blade X Reader#Blade Fanfiction#Blade Drabble#Blade Angst#Drabble#Angst#Fluff
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Honkai Star Rail Men as Your Boyfriend
Argenti
Argenti is a very passionate man, and that doesn't change when it comes to his relationship with you. He doesn't let his work keep him spending time with you, Argenti will always find time to spend time with you. He's always complimenting you, he won't let you forget how beautiful he thinks you are. He can be a bit protective, but he also knows that you can handle yourself. That doesn't mean he won't step in if you're in danger. Whether it be someone simply making you uncomfortable or someone actually trying to hurt you, he will make sure to defend you. Argenti loves taking you on romantic dates where he spoils you. Even if you tell him it's not necessary, he doesn't care. His favorite gift to give you is roses. He doesn't have a single love language, he likes physical touch, acts of service, gift giving, and words of affirmation. He's a very sweet boyfriend.
Blade
Blade doesn't seem like the type to be able to be in a relationship. He comes off as cold and heartless to most. But when it comes to you, you've managed to worm your way into his heart. With you, he still isn't completely expressive with his emotions, but he is a bit more soft. Someone like him wouldn't be expected to care for someone, but he does care about you deeply. Blade is the definition of protective, the moment he thinks that someone is even thinking about hurting you, he's ready to kill them. Even if you're more than capable of defending yourself, he will step in. Blade isn't very romantic most of the time, though he tries just to see you smile. Surprisingly, he doesn't mind physical affection, though in public he'll only have his arm wrapped around your waist. In private, he's a bit more touchy. He's both your scary dog privileges and a teddy bear.
Dan Heng
Dang Heng isn't as closed off as blade, but he isn't as expressive as Argenti. He simply enjoys spending quiet time with you. He isn't afraid to show affection in public, but he does keep it toned down when there are people watching. He's absolutely smitten with you, when the two of you are alone, he will shower you with compliments. His favorite way to spend time with you is staying in your shared room and cuddling. As long as you're there with him he's content. When the two of you are adventuring together, he's always watching out for you. He cares about you and wants to make sure that you're safe. He knows you can handle yourself, but he's ready to step in to protect you if need be. When it comes to his past, he does tell you eventually. To Dan Heng's relief, you only see him for who he is, not who he's a reincarnation of. It makes him happy that you don't tie him to a past that he doesn't want to keep himself attached to. He very much cherishes you.
Dr. Ratio
Dr. Ratio is the type of person that most people assume isn't interested in a relationship. Being in a relationship means you got his attention with your personality. He takes pride in being in a relationship with you and will brag about it. He subtly shows you off but will deny it if someone brings it up. Dr. Ratio isn't a very social person, but he's willing to talk to you for hours. You're the only person he likes.
Gepard
Gepard is a man of duty, and because of that, he isn't around as much as he would like. He does make time for you when he can since he knows you get lonely when he's gone. When he is away, he's always thinking of you, and he makes sure that he comes back to you. When the two of you are together, he's always close to you. He'll have an arm wrapped around your waist, keeping an eye out for any possible danger. He's also very soft with you, making you feel loved all the time. He doesn't care if his sister teases him for it, he's not ashamed to show that he loves you. Speaking of, his siblings fully support your relationship.
Welt
You and Welt spend a lot of time together, especially on the Astral Express. The two of you enjoy just spending time with each other in silence. You don't feel the need to talk to each other all the time, just being in each other's company is comforting enough. When either of you leave the Astral Express, you both worry about each other a lot, you keep in contact with each other to make sure nothing went wrong. When the two of you are together on an adventure, you have each other's back. Your relationship with Welt is simple yet loving.
Sampo
Sampo is usually a very cunning man, though he is willing to show you a bit more of his actual personality. He is still dramatic around you, always wanting to make you blush whenever he can. He's also worried that he's putting you in danger since he's made quite a few enemies over time. He's protective over you and he will keep a close eye on you when he can. He love language his gift giving, which he does a lot. Sampo wants to spoil you, even when you tell him he doesn't have to. All he wants is to make you smile.
#x reader#Honkai Star rail#Honkai Star rail x reader#argenti#argenti x reader#blade#blade x reader#dan heng#dan heng x reader#dr. ratio#dr. ratio x reader#gepard#gepard x reader#welt#welt x reader#sampo#sampo x reader#honkai star rail x reader headcanons
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Peeling Oranges !
Blade x fem! reader, angst, not proofread, inspiration; "Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman" by Haruki Murakami. word count; 1121.
note. how tf is this 1121 words?? I'm not even proud of this one to begin with </3
I'm running out of ideas, if anyone has something on mind, please do sent a request in my inbox, thank you!
Immortality is a façade, a divine fruit, a false paradise, a hell in disguise, growth for a long life’s curse, a benevolent blessing, flowing to an inevitable destiny graver than demise.
( take it from those who have witnessed it. )
Immortality is a façade, and Blade perceives as it flows from your hand. As you bask in the veins of this immortality, as it slithers to the confines of your heart.
How did he permit you into his life, anyway? He does not recall; everything is bemused.
Unlike him, you are one wandering, delicate soul. And he is a canine beast, anticipating the precise opportunity to unleash, and in scarce instants of quietude, plagued by the slaughtered and despondency.
Blade is mostly tedious; isolated in his thoughts, distant, and as still as a statue, his presence equivalent to his absence. Perhaps, it is that he’s a fugitive that he returns to your refuge or his veiled desire for consolement; although your paths to immortality are contrary.
( Immortality is not hideous, you say, smiling. Yet he thinks that smile appears downcast. )
Blade became an abomination before you. He did not divulge to you how it occurred, nor did you divulge your case to him. But he knows better than to ask, for the answers lie before him.
It is evident because the arms you craved were never his, the touch you craved was never his, the love you craved was never his, the kisses you craved were never his, the intimacy you craved was never his— but that of somebody else; a lover long deceased.
It is evident in the transparent clarity of your eyes, that deep wound of unforeseen deception. Perhaps, you prefer to keep to yourself and never fully open up to him—to heal, you fixate on that wound and prevent another from occurring.
( such wounds to the heart will probably never heal, but we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. )
You did not entail him as a remedy to cure—your remedy is within, deep inside your core, where you decipher the issue by yourself, where you decipher who you are. His presence near you is merely adequate; a shoulder to lie on. And whilst you strive to live, heal, and grow, he desires to wither, and never grasp the sun.
( one March afternoon, Blade finds you settled at the dining table.
‘Sit,’ you tell him. ‘I’ll peel you some oranges.’
He hums and pulls a chair for himself.
The kitchen is fairly small—before him is the entrance, permitting a view towards the foyer and living room. Along the left side, a refrigerator with diverse coloured notes stuck to it, a stove, and a sink line up the vinyl counter. Right where the sink is positioned, the sun rays emerge through the drawn curtains of the windowpane. Cabinets hovered above, extending along the walls. The cabinets below, confined cooking supplies, whilst the ones above were full of ingredients such as flour, sugar, rice, and others.
I’ve got on my mind that I am too scared to speak.
A pleasant warmth adorns this awkwardness. Blade observes as you gingerly peel an orange and its pith; a simple act of love. He averts his gaze towards a jar before you, with Zelkova leaves inside.
‘what’s that?’ he enquires.
‘a firefly,’ you reply. ‘I caught it wandering last night, at the front yard.’
Blade draws the jar over. At the bottom of the jar, there is a firefly, it attempts to crawl up the glass, and falls over, flexing its minuscule feet.
It’s been a while since last he glimpsed a firefly. )
The firefly’s radiance is hazier and much fainter than he recalls, no longer crisp. Perhaps, the issue was not with the firefly, but with his recollection— perhaps, fireflies never radiated that vividly as in his imagination, perhaps, his surroundings were opaque, perhaps, the elapsing of time affected his recollection.
Gazing at the firefly provides him with a bitter aftertaste, a perplexing sensation that boils beneath his skin. And albeit he seals his eyes, the afterglow of it lingers. It plagues him.
He does not divulge it to you; you could never perceive it his way.
Blade’s life is merely a firefly—a departed soul that leaves him in a ceaseless sequence of melancholy. And he stands, gazing at the person who he once was, who died along the reminiscences of the High Cloud Quintet, a Sword Champion master who endowed him with the secrets of her teachings before succumbing to Mara, an ace pilot who shattered the defences of the Denizens of Abundance, a High Elder he has aided in the cause of his anguish, and a general who remains as the sole reminiscence. It gradually crumbles in the flames of his forge, slipping through his fingers, gone with the wind.
( it all fleets akin to a firefly, a dazzling, hazy flicker before his eyes. )
Everything is strange. Akin to repetitive discord scorching his confines, it fabricates a hollow and the devoid sensation within remains.
The memories ground to a halt right there. Recovering from the past, peeling oranges, the firefly in the jar. He attempts to recall what occurred after. Blade rests his head in his hands, burrowing into layers of a garden of recollections. Somewhere in a downcast realm, surrounded by darkness and forgotten vows and dreams.
He visualizes his final night with you; you crammed under his arm, slumbering, his fingers unravelling the knots in your hair, picturing colourful strings hanging from the ceiling, somewhere, in a far room per usual, but with this consoling warmth that adorned this hush.
( at first, picturing these strings was quite confusing, all he knew was that there was a room and there were strings. What is that? He could never reach an answer with complete conviction. And now, he became accustomed to it. )
Though it all appears too surreal, akin to some allegory.
( close your eyes; things become vivid. )
All sorts of sounds and voices blend like smoke enveloping the place. Blade glances around, at the two girls bent over the table, drinking orange juice, at the sparrows that chirp and fly above, at the few deserted tennis courts, at the zelkova trees, with a glimpse of the ocean through the ocean, at the waves that rippled along the May breeze.
The scene is quite familiar, as if he had seen it, many years before.
( … but it is an illusion. It is vivid enough; an intense sense of real. Time feels stagnant. )
( ‘Wake me up from this dream.’
‘I feel like that's what you said last night.’ )
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Black Vampires
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Buh-Biker Blade?11!!
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