#knifeplay tw

[girlfailure-smut-hour]

The Hunt

Kinktober Part 4 of 4: Prey

Nsfw content MDNI

!!!SERIOUS CWs PLEASE MAKE SURE TO CHECK THEM!!! !!!!!THIS ONE IS REALLY HARDCORE AND EXTREME, PLEASE DON'T GO INTO IT WITHOUT KNOWING THE CONTENTS!!!!!

Characters: Lucifer X GN!Reader

CW: Noncon, Knife play, Primal, prey kink, Oral (Giving,) (Potentially ambiguous) Anal penetration (Receiving.) Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous genitals. Rough, vile, unromantic.

A/N: Please make sure you read the CWs; it's really intense. I've wanted to write something like this for a while, so I'm glad I had an excuse with kinktober. Feel free to skip this one. It's vile. Short, but explosive. Lucifer dumps a nude MC in the woods and hunts them. ~1400 Words

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You thought you knew him. You thought you could trust him. Now cold and naked in the middle of the woods, you knew how wrong you’d been.

You woke up and Lucifer was standing over you. Your hands and legs tied, and fully nude, all you could do was struggle while he watched in amusement. Your eyes were blurry after waking, and the piercing morning sun filtering through the trees left your head pounding. The dried leaves dug into your side, rustling as you writhed. He leaned over, a long hunting knife gleaming in his hand, and began to cut the rope around your wrists. As the rope snapped, he moved down to your ankles, and as he sawed the rope, he growled in your ear, “Run. And better hope I don’t find you.”

You scrambled to your feet, twigs, rocks, and leaves scratching at the soles of your bare feet. Panting, you looked over your shoulder and saw him smirking at you as he watched you run away. You could only wonder what he was after, but having just woken up, all you knew was that you had to get away.

Now it’s dark, and you can only guess how much time has passed. You’ve been running through these woods all day, and seen no signs of it ending. Were you running in circles? In your panic, were you even capable of finding a way out?

It’s getting colder each hour, and your fingernails are starting to turn purple. You’ve been shivering since this morning. The cold wind bites your skin so harshly, you just wish you had something to wear.

The sounds of the woods were getting scarier too. Each rustling leaf, or snapping twig makes your blood run cold. Is that him? Is it something worse? You don’t know what lives around here. Something might eat you before Lucifer is able to find you.

How long do you have to run? What do you do if you get out? What if-

Another cracking twig catches your attention, and you whip your head around to see what it was, but again, it looks like nothing. But it has to be something.

Before you even understand what’s happening, your back hits a tree trunk, knocking your breath right out of you. As you process what’s happening, you realize you’re face to face with Lucifer, his hot breath beating on your skin. It would be a nice reprieve from the cold if you weren’t so terrified. The bark of the tree is digging into your skin and your heart is pounding as his gloved hand takes hold of your wrists, pinning them to the tree. The other holds his long knife to your neck.

“Don’t move,” He says.

You just want to scream, but you know it won’t do any good. Instinctively, you struggle against him, and feel the knife dig lightly into your skin. A trickle of warm blood runs down your neck.

“You’re not very good at this, are you?” He asks. He bends over to lick the blood from you, smearing it over your skin.

“What do you want?” You ask, tears building up in your eyes. The hot salty beads run down your cheek as you sniffle.

“I want you to be more obedient,” He answers, trailing the back edge of the cold steel down your neck, stomach and then between your legs.

“Please,” You beg. “Please don’t hurt me, Lucifer.”

“I won’t if you’re good,” He replied, running the edge of his knife across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “There’s a pretty important artery right here if I remember right. The kind that if it were opened, you would bleed out in minutes. Better not move.”

You want to be obedient, but you’re so tired and scared your legs can’t stop shaking, and you feel the tip of the knife dig in, leaving little pin pricks of blood in that thin, soft skin between your legs.

He leans forward and kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You just sob into him as he holds the knife at your artery.

“Are you tired?” He asks. “Your legs are shaking.” You don’t know what to say, you just keep sobbing. “Get on your knees.”

He pulls the knife away and puts a strong hand on your shoulder. He pushes down, and your knees give way, falling hard onto the rough leaves and dirt.

Unbuttoning his pants, he pulls his hard cock out. With his free hand, he grabs a fistful of your hair, and clenches hard to pull it tight. You wince, as he pulls your face to his cock. Running the side of the knife, and slapping it against your cheek, he says through clenched teeth, “Open up.”

You do as he asks, feeling the warm trickle of tears down your cheek as he shoves his thick cock into your mouth. He pulls you down hard onto it, pushing it into the back of your throat. You gag as he thrusts hard into your mouth repeatedly.

“I said open up,” He growls, turning the blade to your cheek and leaving a small, searing cut. “I don’t want to feel your fucking teeth.”

You try to do what he asks, stretching your jaw as best you can. As he continues to thrust into your mouth, you try your best not to gag so that he won’t hurt you any more than he has already. Thick phlegm is building up in your throat from the gagging and sobs, lubricating his cock well.

It feels like he’ll never stop fucking your face. Your jaw burns from holding it open so much to take his thick cock, and the various cuts across your body are burning oppressively in the cold. The slash in your cheek is mingling with the tears, stinging more than ever and it just makes you want to clench, but you know if you do, he’ll hurt you even more. Or worse. Maybe he’d kill you outright and fuck your corpse while it’s still warm inside. The thought terrifies you, but something deep down tingles in excitement.

He grabs you suddenly by the arm and lifts you to your feet. Spinning you around, he shoves you up against the tree face first, the bark digging into the cut on your cheek. You feel his cock, still wet with your thick phlegm, slide between your asscheeks.

“Please don’t Luci,” You beg, heaving sobs wracking your body.

“Relax,” He growls into your ear. “It will make it easier for you. Not that I care either way.”

You do your best, but as much as you want to, you clench as he starts to enter you. You groan and tighten your jaw at the searing pain.

He has the kindness to at least push in slowly. As he buries his cock into you, you can only sob harder. He bottoms out eventually, and starts to pull back out. As he thrusts back in, you can only hope you did a good enough job pleasuring him with your mouth so this doesn’t last any longer than it has to.

While he took his time getting started, he thrusts harder and harder with each successive pump. It pushes you roughly against the tree, the bark scratching the bare skin of your chest and stomach. He holds your waist with both hands to pull you onto him with each thrust, but you can tell that he’s getting close from the sloppiness of his thrusting and animalistic nature of his grunts.

He thrusts one last time into you, and you can feel his cock throbbing into you, pumping his hot cum inside. Relief washes over you, knowing that it’s over now. He cums so much more than you expect. His thick load leaves you feeling full and repulsive, but the worst part is how you like the way it sits in you.

When he finally pulls out, you fall to your knees, sobbing, and cowering from him. He just zips his pants and says, “We’ll be doing this again.” Your blood runs cold. He did it once, and he’ll do it again. And for how long? When will you have to endure this again? He picks you up and slings you over his shoulder, carrying you away.

#obey me smut #noncon tw #knifeplay tw #obey me Lucifer X Reader #obey me Lucifer smut #Lucifer smut #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me x reader #om! Lucifer #obey me Lucifer #Lucifer x reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me nb #knifeplay #tw noncon #primal #prey kink

[silksworn]

❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜

❛ —— ☾ ₊ ⊹ 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 / @fatewoven

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓 is fetching against Enver's dark skin. Cold steel warms itself upon his breastbone, moved only by the gentle rise and fall of breath. An idle threat with no real intent, not yet. The dead do not speak to her the way that he does, do not worship her with palm and flesh and fervor. Their cold veins no longer remember how to properly bleed. Only a quick flick of the wrist to artery and he would spill out for her a font of red as vibrant as a bouquet of spider-lilies and poppies. You have missed me too, for you have brought me flowers, she would say.

Enver makes a show of ignoring the weapon, though he cannot hide flittering pulse in his neck. Moth-wing heart, animal dread. She wants to sup of his fear like sweet-wine.

Ah, but she rushes ahead of herself. That would only spoil the meal.

Her lover's saturnine face is upturned towards her. Candlelight paints Enver's features in broad strokes. She is left with the impression of his leer, the high cheekbone and the architecture of a nose broken more than once. His deep-set eyes are lined with sleepless nights and smeared kohl, both hungry and arresting. He is some crepuscular creature that has crept into her bed, a version of himself that belongs solely to the few stolen hours they find for one another.

Only here does he kneel for her. She still tastes the power of his willingness all the same. His attention is almost as satisfactory as physical touch would be.

"You presume much," she breathes, face kept as placid as she can make it. "Who says that I have not had my share of pleasures in your absence?" Yet she cannot contain the undercurrent of longing, voice little more than a suggestion of speech. The insides of Iraestra's thighs are wet with her desire for him, telltale tremble as she spreads her knees further to show him the lilac bloom of her cunt. Her hand works practiced, languid circle over her sex. She dips two fingers inside of herself just to hear the slick, filthy sound of it. The loudest noise in the room is her fluting breaths.

A crude mockery of how she takes herself, Iraestra exerts enough pressure so that the blade may open delicate skin. Blood wells quickly to the cut, a small river of pain traveling the broad muscle of chest. She gasps at the sight as if she had been the one pierced, body tightening around the trivial intrusion of her slender digits. It is not enough. She would have him bleeding and on top of her.

"Come to me," demand or plea, she does not know any longer. She does not care. "Let us see who missed the other more."

#fatewoven #oh hey baby's first smuts on this blog 🫡 #admittedly this was still tamer than my original plans #& much more sanitary you're welcome #she can still keep her license (note: she is not a medical professional she merely moonlights as a mortician) #blood tw #bloodplay tw #knifeplay tw #drabble tag tba #saved tag #nsft #uhhhh don't click the read more if this doesn't sound like your Thing beloveds stay safe #also a little uh. certain headcanon in there just for you LOL #hiding my face as i post this #☾ ship: fatewoven ! ❛ —— ( you forgive like god forgives )

[fyodorfucks]

the scars on my thighs are all white n faded. you should fix that

#knifeplay #knifeplay tw #cutting tw #? #cubposting

[jaymberafterdark]

══ Gabby ══

Was tagged by @kharonion for the BD//SM Test and I'll take it for all my ocs, one at a time. First comes my wildest: Gabby!

There's very little things Gabby won't try, and won't like. He's as much into giving than receiving pain, the louder the cries the better. He uses his near immortality to go beyond the limits of what's ethically resonable with enthusiastic consent. He can't go without roughing up or being roughed up. He's addicted to the rush. And if he likes to pretend in public Royce got the upper hand in their relationship, he's quick to remind him his rightful place behind closed doors as a devoted worshipper who can't win against a god.

#ill do the alphabet eventually... takes more time hehe #knifeplay tw #masochist tw #blood tw #plus: i'll tag folks after i've done them all! #oc: gabby luccessi #cyberpunk 2077

[piddle-paws]

Ehehe I know nobody here really interacts with me much but does anyone want to see some knifeplay pics from Mommy and I's anniversary? I'm going to do it anyway but just wanted to ask :3

#its nothing too crazy but she did carve her initial into my skin twice and she pulled the blade of her knife down my torso :3 #also a few little cuts on my thighs but no pics of those :3 #pidd.barks #puppy thoughts #mama tag #knifeplay tw #knifeplay

[nightmarecountry]

❝ Do you want to feel me inside of you? ❞ with a knife in his hand.

It's like that classic saying: some men fuck with straps, some men fuck with knives.

The Corinthian tries to be still, be patient, but he wasn't made for it. Finds himself growling and trying to arch up to get the knife closer to his belly, ribs, anything, half-wild with want. Miecz talks sweet and threatening to him between kisses, deep, hungry things that leave the human breathless and the nightmare feral. He can't get enough of him.

If his hands weren't literally tied, Miecz might be in real danger right about now. A rope can't really hold a dream down, but it's enough to know that it's there: a constant pressure that reminds him don't fucking kill your human and keeps his violence in check.

It doesn't have to, though. He could choose not to let it.

"Baby, come on--" Twists his hands where they're tied to the headboard, eyes wide and panting through his teeth. He doesn't need to breathe, but Miecz's scent is everywhere: his lust, his excitement, his pleasure when the Corinthian rocks up against him. "Please? I'm gonna fucking kill you."

#ic. #v: the remake #postguilt #spicy text for ts #knifeplay tw #[ i. i dont have words. ]

[brooklynislandgirl]

"Beth." He's suddenly invading her space, pushing her backwards until she's trapped between the wall and his body. He doesn't want her wiggling away.. Especially not after the conversation he had had with Andy. He most certainly wouldn't approve but.. He knows what she wants, he's seen her eyes straying to his blade whenever he was handling it. He knows that lust. He knows thrill that rushes through her as he lifts the blade to trail it down the curve of her jaw. "...Big brother isn't here to save you.. How bad do you want it, Bethy?"

There is a moment. One that seems to span an eternity even if she could tally up the actual fragments of time into a web that would only loop itself between her fingers like a cats-cradle. In this perceived aeon, Beth can feel her heart leap into her throat. The friction of it acts like tinder, setting everything below on fire as she feels the warmth of him, the weight and the texture of muscle and bone from where her shoulders rest against the lower portion of his ribs. She is slight. Barely there. He meets no resistance. What is a cage to others is often a comfort to Beth. Darkened eyes from where her pupils have dilated giving away any pretence that she's untouched by any sense of desire ~the oxytocin leaking into her bloodstream from the moment he said her name in that very specific way~ and now stare up, slivers of leaf green that are normally vast virgin forest. She's never been shy about the beauty of his hands and the way they work with his knives. If anything there's maybe a slight envy. Her own fluid grace is clinical, something she can't separate so they are delicate strokes, never the power and rage like Franks, and she can only lift Andy's sword when she uses mana to enhance her strength. When he allows her near it at all. Billy, of them all, though seems to possess a balance. She sighs, winsomely, when he caresses the square jaw ~a family trait~ with cold steel. She's sure he can feel that momentary ache inside of her, too. And then... Then... Billy has to go and ruin it. Frustration clouds her gaze before she puts a hand on his chest. Gives him a faint push. One that is blatantly half-hearted. "...Bout as much as ya wan Andy t' fold ya up like a blanket an' bend ya over da foot of his bed." Her voice is soft. There's no edge. There's no fight. Simply... resignation. Her brother has hurt his feelings. So he asks the person he knows doesn't really know how to say no. Even when she feels something in her chest chip away. "Should put plastic down, first. Frank say it helps keep wood from staining."

#prettytm #Broken Wings|Billy Russo #Waiting For This Moment|Billy and Beth #Rough Roads|Punisher au #Brooklyn Stories #Lost in Translation || N S F W #knifeplay tw #{{she will need to go to Antarctica for a shower cold enough}} #Honourable Mention|Frank Castle #Honourable Mention|Andrew Riley

[hands-around-your-throat]

Don't worry baby, this wont hurt a bit

#me #mine #my content #hands #hand kink #knife #knifeplay #knife tw #knifeplay tw #shh dont look at the fact I didnt shave

[fyodorfucks]

need someone to tell me how they want to touch me, bite me, mark me, scratch me, cut me ohhhhhhmy goddd . iam a soft cub i want to PLAY

#knifeplay tw #kind of #2 be safe #t4t nsft #trans nsft #cubposting

[eyeless-smiles]

[ trace ] — your muse drags a knife across my muse’s body part (belly/stomach) - From Morpheus @monsterdemanguinha

The Nightmare trembles beneath his creators touch. Ocular mouths widely parted as if he were afraid to miss a minute of this moment. His mouth widening around a shaking gasp while the heavy trace of steel dances across his exposed stomach. Sharp edges threatening to kiss crimson from his golden skin. His own blade in the hands of the Dream Lord.

It takes all of his willpower to not reach out for Morpheus. So desperately wanting his hands knotting into the endless darkness of his robes. Caressing over ivory pale skin. But he resists. Fear etched into every corner of his mind over the power Dream holds over him. One wrong move and this moment ends.

A moment he wishes could last forever.

"My Lord... Please." he hesitantly breathes. Though he doesn't know what it is he begs for. For Dream to gut him? To take the knife away? To simply carve his initials into his skin and solidify his claim over the Nightmare?

Maybe all of the above.

@monsterdemanguinha

#ask #ic #monsterdemanguinha #knifeplay tw

[nightmarecountry-a]

“I appreciate loyalty.” dream and corinth 2. they're probably making out about it

"Uh huh, I'm getting that," the Corinthian mumbles, hands in Dream's starlit hair, barely listening. His creator's hands are pinned to the floor above his head, the Corinthian's knives speared through each palm. Something like blood trickles from the wounds, slowly: the scent drives the nightmare wild, has him biting hard at Dream's lip, for all that he'd tried his best to be gentle.

(As gentle as he knew how, anyway.)

"Tell me what else you appreciate." He bites his way down Dream's throat, determined to leave a mark, determined that Dream will let him. Their bond shivers: eager-hungry-fond. "Or I'll pull those out--" The knives. "--and shove 'em back in again."

#ic. #v: the remake #ohsunshine #ohsunshine: dream #spicy text for ts #[ i got distracted halfway through this ] #[ they are once again being reprehensible ] #knifeplay tw

[lilaxwinemoved]

@polyphagist || Nsfw/Smut Emoji Prompts

🔪 🙈 🍪 👄 (a few for Kieran!)

🔪 dangerous headcanon

Kieran is into edgeplay in multiple forms. Knives, choking, bloodplay, gunplay, and impact play.

🙈 something they’re shy about asking for

There's nothing in particular that he's shy about asking for during sex. However, depending on the manner of the encounter, he can be shy about asking for intimacy after sex.

🍪 an after sex snack

After sex he wants something sweet, grilled cheese, or whatever looks good on a food delivery app.

👄 making out headcanon

Kieran is rowdy. Fights with him can turn into heated make-out sessions in the blink of an eye. In a similar vein, he kisses with teeth, and he also bites.

#( kieran. two big hands & a heart pumping blood ) #( suggestive. something something devouring flesh ) #( polyphagist ) #( thank you! ) #gun tw #gunplay tw #knifeplay tw #impact play tw #choking tw

[cherrykamado]

the way the turnaround by gemini makes me feel omfl

#NOT THE ENTIRE SONG; YK //THAT// PPART #gives me knifeplay vibes tbh. or the last of shigaraki's fingers barely grazing your throat NGADSJGNASDH but imagine its sexy #he'd fuck us the entire way yes. #oh my god gave me an idea for the x hero reader series fdnasgksjgah HELP #🍒 — cherry thirsts #☰ . cherry’s song recs ! #gemini - the turnaround #havent heard it in like FOREVER n now im downloadin it to edit it n loop it so i can listen to it nonstop like i used to a year ago SOBS #knifeplay tw

[caroldantops]

knifeplay with slasher ronance

mmm. feel like nancy’s weapon of choice pun intended is gunplay tho 👀

#slasher!ronance #dark!ronance #gunplay tw #knifeplay tw

[wishfxljikan]

orion would lowkey have knifeplay as a kink solely because those intrusive moments had turned into a sexual thing and he’s 50% hating it and 50% being completely infatuated with it.

#knifeplay tw #Out of Gears: OOC

[formshaper]

[mobile so no symbol but. Cabal is undoing Silver's shirt buttons with his knife. in a sexy way.]

Silver does something almost unthinkable: he relaxes. He neither flinches nor flees. He watches, eyes dark with desire, as Cabal's knife severs thread after thread, but it's not the blade he's watching. It's him. Above him in the dark, Johannes is gorgeous, and Silver knows--knows, as solid and undeniable as the sheets under his back or the beating heart in his chest--that there's no threat here. Here, Johannes would never hurt him. He'd never dare.

"Johannes... Doesn't it strike you as odd that this isn't the first time there's been a knife between us?" Silver's eyes glitter in the dark, gazing intently at Johannes, humour--or smugness--in his smile. He can't help trying to thin his patience, even now. His hands haven't moved from where they rest by his head, but his fingers twist impatiently in the sheets, eager to touch Johannes but refraining while the knife is in his hand.

#ic. #ic: silver #spicy text for ts #knifeplay tw #infamouscabal: johannes #infamouscabal #[ i am going to go insane over them actually. ] #[ the fact that silver trusts cabal with a knife in this context because cabal has defended his life (and likely killed for him) in others. #the fact that he isn't even remotely afraid to be a little SHIT and isn't vying/wrestling for control of the situation like he #would with almost anyone else. ] #[ i love them.... ]