Hey! You! Could You Please Step On Me? Thanks.

I’m 23 now—I feel so old. ask me anything!

[playboisbunny]

holy shit—why was 19 year-old me cooking back then?

i don’t write HSR anymore, but i am and will be posting and linking my old ones here soon (when i can). there will be more from old request i never got to—so, please be patient.

[playboisbunny]

Hi there

Saw your post about taking hsr requests so I wanted to take my chance

Blade X reader cuddling hcs pretty please (⁠っ⁠˘̩⁠╭⁠╮⁠˘̩⁠)⁠っ

—Cuddles

gender-neutral reader | honkai star rail

cw : minor spoilers (occupations + Xianzhou Luofu's story—I have no clue if this is true), usage of lowercase only — except for maps.

authors note (very old, btw): please be aware that I have not finished the entire quest of Xianzhou Luofu. therefore, blade can potentially be written entirely inaccurately as I have been extremely busy. my interpretation of his personality is based on my minimum interactions

❥ blade gives strong vibes that he is busy man—he is one of a stellaron hunters—to the point that any interaction between you two is quite rare.

❥ when blade does finds himself with very little to do, especially after his long duration of trips he takes across the planets, you will always find him back into your arms.

❥ blade gives me the impression that he lacks the ability to be verbal. any actions like kissing, holding your hands, or even hugging/cuddling you are done within the safety of your home.

❥ so, instead of expecting him to ask demand for cuddles (or anything) blade would most likely just initiate contact.

❥ however, since none of the initations will ever be seen in public—do expect that when you spread your arms out wide, he will most likely just cross his arms and stare down. even if you were jug out your pretty lips into a pout and look up with sad doe eyes, I strongly believe he honours his reputation of being ruthless a little too much.

❥ once you guys are inside your own bedroom, I headcannon him to either throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes or bridal style carry you into the room just to cuddle you in bed and apologize—as always.

❥ now, back to cuddles. blade would most likely cuddle you from behind. his bandaged arms around your waist and his face into your neck. you are probably one of the few things I believe that would allow him to escape from the insanity of his life—psychotic urges of the mara—besides kafaka’s hypnosis.

❥ therefore, when these interactions do happen, I believe they are one of those precious moments you (and him) cherish for the rest of your life.

❥ and though I believe he isn’t verbal when it comes to actions of love, I can imagine him letting out a sleeping against you as he buries his face into your neck or shoulder from behind.

❥ as you two cuddle, I feel that your laughter and the way you run your hands through his hair—or even braid some strands for fun—causes the stress to leave his body.

❥ after a long and hard day, please run your fingers through his hair—even if you have to get him to lay his head on your chest—because even if it looks messy, I 100% believe it would be the softest hair ever (it’s giving the whole looks can be deceiving type).

❥ the way you run your fingers through his hair so delicately or brush your hand against his shoulders to give him a light message after a hard day of work may practically make him melt against you.

❥ in most cases though, I think he would never fall asleep when engaged in cuddling but rather watch you or listen to your breath as you slowly descend into a dreamland, yourself. if it was late into the day—he probably would too.

❥ an example of this could probably be after one of his many missions, but they are often rare.

❥ when you do fall asleep—this is in regards to his head on your chest—blade would then change positions with such un-profound gentleness to not disturb your slumber.

❥ blade would probably lay you with your back to his chest—like mentioned above—so he could rest his chin on top of your head. his heart aching with something he wasn’t quite ready to completely accept.

❥ and yet as he watches you sleep, he couldn’t help the twitch of his lip wanting to smile. his eyes gazing outside your window to the towers on Xianzhou Luofu as he anticipates the fight to come with an old enemy, he once called.. friend.

©️ playboisbunny — please do not plagiarize, distribute to other sites, and/or translate any of my work without my permission.

[playboisbunny]

authors note: since I stopped playing HSR. I have no idea what the lore is anymore. however, 19-year-old me was one some good shit though. so, here is the draft.

warning: this is the most NSFW I’m going to get with an HSR character. I was obsessed with Caelus back then and I still am.. so..

imagine the trailblazer—caelus—couldn’t actually control the Stellaron within him.

imagine his only way of coping with the very mysterious (and parasitic) cosmic entity is but fucking you till your pretty eyes are mounted with tears. or until your pussy is puffy and sore as he continue to repeatedly smack your swollen clit when Eve you try to push him away.

(worse of all, caelus’ slaps were purposely hard to see that adorable figure jump slightly and whine—his eyes glued to your pretty lips that formed a simple ‘o’ shaped. the stellaron within him encouraging him to smirk devilish before he pushed his lips against yours with a wet smack as he continued to slap your clit again.)

imagine that the sealing of this destructive entity formed two personalities with caelus—the original engaging in sexual intercourse in the comfort of your private bedrooms; whereas nook ((?)) formed a more darker caelus that enjoyed the risk of getting caught in more… open and exposing situations.

sweet, original caelus would take his sweet time. his eyes full of patiences and love as he kissed your neck—the scars from countless battles you both faced adored—his hands slowly unbuttoning your shirt. his rough hands gracefully moving up and down your thighs before he spread them and moved his head downwards, because your pleasure was much more important than his own. when he’s certain you’ve reached your climax, his wet lips are cleaned by his tongue before he kisses you. your fingers intertwined as he slowly sinks his cock in—the tip first, followed by breathy sighs as he whimpers. his cock sinking in with each inch, and with each inch he whispers for reassurance that he isn’t hurting you. that’s the caelus you desire (and love). and these moments are precious to him too, afterall he’s always saving different planets across the galaxy—it’s only so often he gets such a precious moment with you like this… however—

mean, bully caelus (he’s the opposite) a figure that comes out more often against his control. a figure that becomes a total 180 compared to your partner. his ruthless behaviour is shown as he will guck you anywhere he wants to. even in front of your dear friends—march 7th and dan heng—his fingers probing your gummy walls, curling into your special spongy and rigid spot. his lips twitching to smirk as his eyes watch your fingers just barely grip the table tighter as you try to act normal around them. their continuous bickering a blessing as they always remain unaware. and if your hands attempt to grip his wrist and try to push him away—oh, my love—you are asking for a punishment right there. not only does his fingers begin to move faster, but if the two ever stop fighting they might just hear the sound your pussy dripping as you cum over and over until porno-graphic noises emit from the connection. the leather seat now soaked as your cum runs down and off it.

and even when you think he’s done with just those orgasm—the little stunt you tried to pull has you breathing intensely under him as he holds your legs up around his waist. his eyes glued to his cock appear and disappearing into your cunt as your eyes rolled back and drool just barely begins to fall down your chin. the sight leaving him laughing darkly as he kisses you in the most disgusting way. slobbering forms around your mouth as his tongue pushes against yours in a one-side battle. his hips never stopping even when he pushed several loads into you—even when he hasn’t no more sperm left to give you. the sight of your pain and pleasure intertwining is what provides him with a gorgeous sight. a sight that begs him to stop and apologies. a sight he doesn’t plan to give anyone—even the original caelus to see.

©️ playboisbunny — please do not plagiarize, distribute to other sites, and/or translate any of my work without my permission.

[playboisbunny]

It’s offical.

our mc is canonically a crackhead and the most iconic man/woman we’ve ever played.

(who else has got to the closet scene at the hotel in the Overworld?)