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𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒶𝓂𝒷 ⑅ ۫ .
ᕱ⑅ᕱ ۪ ۫ 〜 ꒰ blade x f!reader. nsfw — mdni. dom + sub dynamics / mindbreak + dubcon elements / hyperfeminine reader / bladie luvs u a lot + is sweet to u but also a littl mean in bed @ . @ / multiple rounds / creampies / praise but 's condescending / "doll" + "pretty" / spit ꒰ྀི 1.4k wc
𝒸𝑜𝒸𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈 . . . anon asked for my blade thoughts n' here they are :3 twas supposed to be a short n’ sweet thirst but i got carried away . . >///< oops ! anw , i rllie enjoyed writing dis n' i hope u equally enjoy reading it ♡ྀི feedback + rebloops are supa appreciate 🐶💋
blade is a wolf with a dangerous smile and hungry heart.
the thrill of the hunt has become second nature to him; he doesn’t think twice before devouring his prey, swallows the pain of the gashes that seem to forever line his arms and his legs with ease.
one day, he saw a lone lamb— pretty and delicate and feeble— and he began to drool.
this would be easy.
but just as he prepares to attack, the lamb catches him from the corner of her eye and makes the sweetest sound a lamb could make. he can’t find it within himself to move, his feet tethered to the ground and his eyes watching his reflection in her own curious, albeit cautious ones.
whether it is pity or infatuation, blade does not know.
what he does know is this: if he can’t bring himself to hurt her, then he must protect her.
and if blade is this wolf, then you are his lamb— nestling into his side to better hear the soft rumble of his snores that lull you to sleep, hopping around him with a coy smile and sneaky kisses that make his lips curve up with the slightest bit of sincerity that only you are privy to. he pushes your headband back in the proper place on your scalp for you, kisses your forehead with every hello and goodbye, tucks you into his chest and shields you from any distasteful advances made towards you by others; he tells you he loves you, he loves you forever, you’re safe with him always and your heart beats a little bit harder against the shell of your ribs whenever he does.
because your would-be killer has now become your protector, and you have grown far from terrified of him once you learned of the devotion in his blood and the tender nature of his howl.
it’s hard to not flush with warmth in all the right places when blade reaches his hands gently up your skirt and touches you at the hot apex of your thighs, thumb working at your throbbing clit, lips suckling manifestations of his love onto your neck and muttering sweet praise. his thrusts are slow and steady as he pulls orgasm after orgasm from your needy pussy, his long fingers soft around your wrists as they’re held above your head; your knees knock together cutely and you sigh and moan and whimper the dreamiest of sounds. he kisses you more sweetly when you’re like this— clearing the hair from your face and cradling the back of your head with his hand.
you’re just so precious.
but wolves aren’t without their primitive instincts, and being a tender lover is not in his game on certain nights.
“i-i can’t, can’t— ’s too much— o-oh…”
“no, no, no, shhh— it's okay, s'okay— you can take another one, doll…” blade talks down to you condescendingly, voice silky and sickeningly saccharine over the shell of your ear— barely above a whisper; but there's a dangerously teasing lilt to it that has a lick of icy hot pleasure pulsating through your abdomen as he knocks his cockhead harshly at the door to your womb.
“bladie,” with a pitiful sniffle of his name, you turn your head back over your shoulder with the last bit of strength you can muster, staring up into his hungry eyes with your own glossy ones. he thinks you’re gorgeous like this— even in your disarray— headband slowly sliding further down your scalp with the intensity of his thrusts, ponytails coming loose and mascara damply clinging to the underside of your eyes.
your shaky hands search for purchase as they wrap around either of the forearms that cage you against the bed, and blade is quick to notice how you carefully avoid the wounds you dressed for him not an hour earlier.
his heart weeps a little at the thought and you whimper for him, broken and drawn out, “p-please, i love you…”
his heart weeps some more, the devilish smirk on his lips slightly faltering before it reappears, and he stills his heated cock in you before leaning down to bump his nose against yours, kiss you fervently and run his tongue along the concavities of your mouth. “you’re a little tease, y’know that?”
your pussy squeezes and squelches around him at the words he groans over your lips, pushing even more of your arousal past where he’s plugging you fully to thicken the creamy ring that coats the base of his cock and drips down his balls.
“one more— jus' one more— you can do it, can't cha? you'll do it for me— be a good girl ‘nd make me proud, hm?” he plants a chaste kiss to your brow before shifting his body higher, shakes your hands off his arms and digs his fingers into the flesh that wraps around your waist, his palm sculpting your spine into a perfect arch.
his smirk grows wider and he laughs an evil laugh when you whine and mewl at the shift in his angle to one that has you feeling him deeper than ever before, his cum from previous rounds oozing into your womb. you can only babble and slur your words as you slowly begin to feel all the thought getting fucked out of your head, eyes dewy and drool collecting at the corners of your lips as his cock bullies your tight cunt. his thrusts are rough and calculated, hitting that one spongy spot that has you squelching and squirting around him nonstop, the power of his hips meeting yours strong enough to send the headboard of his bed lurching back into the wall.
the words get lost in your throat and the air escapes your lungs when he begins to pound into you like you’re his prey— hard and fast and not leaving any room for reprieve. blade invades your senses and you feel him everywhere; wolfish red eyes staring at you from all corners, his claws ripping at the delicate satin of your dress, low snarls and growls drilling into your eardrums.
“o-oh, god…”
“you know my name, and it’s not ‘god’…” he leans his full weight on you as his chest lays flush against your spine, voice a low growl and full of spit as he fists your hair and yanks back to get you to face him, “so say it properly.”
you pout and whine, blinking away your tears before squeezing your eyes shut to avoid seeing your reflection in his ravenous ones. he begins to grind himself into your womb; your toes curl and feet kick aimlessly under the broad expanse of his body. “blade, please, p-please—”
it’s pretty, how you whine and pant for him, make the softest sounds a lamb can make. you sound like you’re about to cry; you sound so fucking adorable and look the part as well— mouth hanging open with your tongue pushing gently against your bottom lip, tiny bubbles of drool pooling at the corners. at this point, there’s nothing in your head but spools upon spools of ribbon that twist and turn to spell his name, little chanted whines of bladebladeblade dripping from your tongue.
you’re so fucking pretty like this, and it hurts— the coil that wraps around his abdomen contracting and relaxing sporadically in time with his sloppy, wet thrusts. he takes advantage of your open mouth, cooing teasingly at you as he squishes your cheeks with his fingers and lets a stringy glob of spit dribble onto your tongue.
the drawn-out moan of his name is dry as it leaves your throat, your walls spasming wildly when he laughs lowly, darkly, baring his canines to you before letting his head fall forward to bump against yours. “awh, y’like that, huh? pretty thing you are, aren’t you…”
he huffs in between his strained words, thrusts slowing and hips stilling as he shoots blanks inside you, paints your womb with more hot globs of white. and you’re right there with him when he bites into your shoulder and thumbs at your slick clit, little squirts of your arousal coating his groin and muffled wanton cries invading his senses.
you think there’s a brief moment of clemency he grants you when he pulls out of you and kisses down your spine, but you’re quick to realize he’s only lulling you into a trap. because before you can run, he’s already rolling you over onto your back and kissing the frills of your sock as he rests your ankles on his shoulders, eyes red and gleaming, a low growl bubbling in his chest.
blade wears his dangerous smile and hungry heart for you to see like this, and fear settles in your bones when you know that he’s nowhere near finished devouring his prey.
❤︎˚⊹ special taggie for blade’s prettiest angel @thetempleofnyx !