Sinful is the proximity between us ᰔᩚ - Blade x reader
NSFW 18+ !! MDNI - Blade x fem!reader
feat ! : Blade - Blade x reader
cw/tags !: nsfw 18+ !! mentions of religious undertones, worshipping, sex is taken as the closest way of getting to someones soul, sex after reader’s life was at risk, him fucking you like hes going to lose you, cock warming, questioning of death, death is compared to sex at times, sexual tension, mentions of blood , SLOOWWW BURRNNN, BLADE IS A CERTIFIED MUNCH AND I WILL NOT BE ARGUING, cunninglingus , mostly in blades pov !!
a/n: this is my first ever smut ive written.... holy shit is it hard... SHOUT OUT TO THE STRICTLY NSFW WRITERS CUS I WAS STRUGGLING WITH THIS FIC
Blade always has wanted a final end to his immortal suffering. He wanted an end for him, but a future with you.
He never understood how his emotions got so… erratic? Desperate? He knew he was a pretty static person, never needing more than he has, only having the basic minimum that he was fine with. After all, he didnt see such meaning in these things if he was eventually going to die.
Until he saw you on the brink of death.
The latest mission that elio put you two through was far beyond dangerous for you. No matter how much he gets hurt, he knew he couldnt die. But for you? One wrong move and it was over for you. Of course, he trusted you, and believed that you could keep yourself safe. You did and you tried until a mara struck digged into your side, leaving three wide and deep gashes that left you dizzy and eventually fainting.
Blade had blood on his hands that didnt stem from killing one, but from saving one.
Seeing himself desperately trying to stop the bleeding from your sides as his heart was running a thousand beats per hour wasnt something he ever thought he would have in the script. He was saving, instead of killing. As you two make it back to base, he doesnt stop for the others on the base– no, he has only one thing and one thing in mind. You.
Years of experience of bandaging his own body, he knew how to take care of your situation more than exceptionally. His rough hands peeling off your top, cleaning the wound with a warm wet cloth, applying pressure onto wounds still bleeding before wrapping your torso with the same bandages that wrap his skin after every gash and cut, the scars adorning his body. He was never proud of those scars, never thought that there was anything good or worthy that comes with those scars. More like he should be ashamed for them. After all, he is just a broken blade.
As you lay in his sheets, those same rough hands, the hands that stay gloved and wrapped in bandages, touch the supple of your cheeks so gently. Like a sinner praising an angel. Matter of fact, silent prayers form in his head– begging, pleading to whoever is above, to let him feel your embrace and warmth for the rest of his damned eternity.
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
After a few hours, you finally wake from your unsolicited slumber, only to find blade laying in those same sheets, on his side as he memorized every little spec of your features. The scent of blade’s cologne, musk, and sweat immediately engulfs your senses as you stir awake, the feeling of three large wounds wasn't the most pleasant feeling after all.
In silence, you move your head to meet his gaze. As those same crimson eyes that carry so much weight, have slowly undone themselves one by one. An immortal who was never fearful of death, was now praying death doesn't take the one thing that makes him want to live.
“You were staring”
He was. He was staring at his life line, the one that brings him up everyday, the one that accepts all parts of him full heartedly, the one that made him believe that immortality wouldn't be bad if it was with you.
After a beat of silence, your hand lifts up to graze blade’s cheekbone, a small way to bring him back from wherever his head was at.
“Im okay”
A small whisper. A reassurance. A prayer answered.
Without a warning, those rough hands find your waist, hand firm but gentle as his thumb caresses small arches on top of the wound that's bandaged up. “... dont scare me like that.” Not a statement, but a plea. His body naturally finds you a safe haven in times like this. First his hands on your wound, then his nose against the curvature of your shoulder; breathing, smelling, feeling, to ground himself and convince himself that you're alive and you're okay.
The smell of your bare skin, the feeling of the bandages around your waist, the warmth of your body flushed against his; he had no words, no words, but so much action. Blade then slowly planted kisses on your bare shoulder, shifting to climb on top of you, his hands planted on both sides of your head as he lowered himself planting kisses in your shoulders, collarbones, neck, jawline, and eventually one deep kiss on your lips.
The kiss was hungry, needy, like a starving man trying to get his fill from a single bite. As if hes trying to memorize every part of you in a single kiss. Blade pulled away, forehead resting against yours ans heavy breathing from both of you fanned over each other's lips. “Fuck, i missed you.” he whispered agaisnt your lips before meeting your lips again, a small moan esapcing your lips as he swallowed each end every noise. His chest against your bare breasts, his hands moving upwards so slowly, massaging the underside of your left tit, as his tongue explores your mouth.
Blade then pulls back, planting a kiss on the corner of your lips, then down to your jawline, then meeting your neck. Just like instinct, your head leans back, giving him more access to your skin as he plants a soft kiss, before sucking on the same spot before softly biting on it and licking the skin as an apology. The immortal further goes down your throat, placing hickies and marks as he makes his way down to your other tit, his crimson eyes meeting your fuzzy eyes as he licks a long stripe on your nipples, before latching it in his mouth, gentle suckles before his fingers raise to pinch your other tit. A sharp moan escaping your lips as he continues to suck and massage your tits, like it would give him life.
“Youre all I want.” His voice is firm, hoarse as he moves further down, planting kisses on your underboob. “All ive ever wanted.” a kiss on the bandages. "All ive ever needed.” a kiss on your stomach. “Let me worship you like a saint” His words slurred, so many emotions flooding his head at once, as he stops to look up at you, his eyes full of want and desire, but a need to get on his knees and praise you. To feel you break apart on his tongue in the most holy but sinful way possible.
You look down at him, his face only inches away from your burning core. Blades crimson eyes pleading you to say something. To bless him with your moans and whimpers as he works to praise you with his tongue. You give him a solid nod, your hands moving to his hair as you slowly tug on his dark blue locks. Blade’s fingers move to pull down the left over article of clothing, then his eyes meet your sopping pussy, the sight bringing him to drool in his mouth as a long, slow, agonizing stripe of his tongue. From the bottom of your entrance, to the top of your clit. The taste on his tongue instantly got him addicted; his arms coming under your thigh and gripping onto them like a sinner to an angel granting them forgiveness and eternal heaven.
You softly mewl and coo at the feeling, his tongue working on your needy clit; firm circles of his tongue as he pushed your thighs closer to him. His eyes looking at you, the sight of your heavy breathing, nipples perked and hard in the air, your head leaning back from the pleasure. God, it only makes him want to split you further. His tongue goes from your clit, to teasing your soaked entrance, One hand lets go of your thigh, then momentarily pulling back as he takes off his glove with his teeth before leaning back into your clit, and slipping in a finger in your cunt, feeling how your walls flutter around him.
Your reaction only fueled the greed of his tongue. The sharp tug of his hair as whimpers and moans progressively get louder and needy. A low groan escapes his lips, the vibrations sending up your clit as your legs start to twitch and shake from the pleasure. After a few pumps of his finger in your pulsing cunt, he adds another one. The stretch was delicious. Your back arched as each curl of his fingers straight to the stars.
“Oh… blade..”
The way your lips are so holy to him, whimpering his sinful name with such lust and want. How your lips say his name with such life, when all he has known was death.
The ever growing tent in his pants made it painful to think. His tongue sucking and licking your sensitive clit, his thick, scar riddled fingers curl and pump on that one specific spot that makes you fall apart. With only a few more curls and overstimulation on your clit, blade finally tasted the elixir of life on his tongue. With no drop wasted on your juices, he licks each drop up, not letting him miss a single drop. Blade then rises as he leaned back over to you, hurriedly pushing his tongue in your mouth, as if he was trying to save a bit of heaven for you.
“You taste like heaven” he sighed out, the tent in his pants growing as he pushed his hard tent against your warm cunt. “Id live a thousand more eternities to taste you”
With every movement, his hands hurried down to his belt, undoing it as he kept his eyes onto you– a familiar look of hunger, of need, of lust. The gray pants pool at his ankles and then drop his boxers before crawling on top of you, taking your lips against his as he grinded his hard cock against your wet slit.
“Can i? Ill make you see the stars, angel” he praised out, kissing the skin of your shoulder, as he pulled back to meet your eyes. With a single nod coming from you, he then aligned himself, pushing his hard length into you as he groaned and let out breathy whimpers.
As he fully bottoms out, tears prickle in your eyes as the stretch was different from anything you were used to. Heavy moans escape your lips from the get-go and it only gets louder and more erratic from each slow recoil out, then with a snap, his cock hitting each gummy wall perfectly.
A groan escapes blade's lips as you clenched around him, legs wrapping around his waist only leading into a more hurried and frantic chase of your highs together. The sound of slapping skin to skin, the closeness between them was beyond sinful. But how can something be a sin when he's holding heaven in his hands.
“I got you… shit– attagirl…”
You then groaned, your walls fluttering from the need to milk his cock, then his thumb dropping to your clit, adding enough pressure to make you see stars as he continued to thrust up, kissing your cervix and his thumb rubbing on your clit.
“Fuck–... come around my cock… let me feel heaven again”
With his words, the thrust, the clit stimulation– it was only minutes before you broke around his cock, your walls tightening and pulsing as blade let out another light moan, the coil that was building up.
"good girl, yeah?'
his thrusts didn't stop, it became more erratic, more hurried, more rushed as he chased his high. his hand moved to your side, feeling the bandages wrapped around your waist, his thumb caressing sweet archs with his thumb, and his breaths becoming more whimpery as blade buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as his cum pumps on waves into you.
The smell of sweat, sex and teals filled the room as they both heavily breathed, their skin sticking as they still remained inside of each other. Blade doesn't pull out, he doesn't want to. blade carefully shifted as he lays next to you, on his side and watches your blissed out expression as he pulls a blanket over both of you as he pulls you closer without hurting you from the injury.
Why should he want death when he has his whole life in his arms?
“我爱你一生一世”
"I have no idea what you said"
"that's the point."
comments: genuinely oh my gosh how to people write smut so well... I was struggling to write this holy, but I am a firm believer that blade is soft when it comes to sex, and he prolly wont be into deflation/dom/sub or hard kinks unless he trusts you with everything about him. but even if he trusts you with everything he has, I think hes a lot more sappy and emotional when it comes to sex. like hes trying to memorize each and every moan as he gives everything to you. but my soft sex baby, I love you so much blade ( ;´ - `;)
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