#cw knife play

[catscidr]

// dottore nsfw alphabet ft. the segments! //

i. note — (੭ ᐛ ) hehe.....so...... i have the worst writer’s block rn (its probably burnout because i straight up can't bring myself to do anything but o well) nd i thought filling this out would help. spoiler alert it did a little because i actually finished it.... i have like two Almost Finished wips collecting dust in my docs but i just cant get them done ueue. i write for thirty minutes n then close my laptop. i have a problem but WHATEVER!! THROWS DOTTORE NSFW ALPHABET LIKE A GRENADE AND RUNS!!!

ii. includes — dottore, the clones, gn!reader

iii. cw — nsfw under the cut! mentions of overstimulation, bondage, orgasm control, power imbalance, smidge of dubcon, exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamics, one mention of syringes n needles, implied established relationship

A -> Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

— He’s not one to outright pamper you, but he does clean you up and makes sure that the bruises he left won’t be too sore in the morning; but if you beg hard enough, he’ll begrudgingly kiss them better. Just use his words against him and tease him a little n he’ll reward you with some smooches! ez

B -> Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s) 

— He’s indifferent to his body. On you, though, he goes crazy for your neck. Archons, the things he can do to it are endless. He loves covering it in bitemarks, wrapping his hands around it to feel your rapid pulse, sucking hickeys into the sensitive skin... and we can’t forget how much he loves watching you tilt your head to the side so he can inject whatever liquid is inside his syringe. Call it a mix of sensual and morbid fascination the way he’s obsessed with your neck 

C -> Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

— Dottore’s cum is opaque and on the thicker side, but its bitter and not particularly pleasant to swallow. You can’t really blame him; he’s a busy man and he neglects his health regularly. If you ask him nicely, he’ll try to, at least, sip on some pineapple or orange juice during the day so you don’t rush to spit out the cum that lands in your mouth. He also cums a lot, thanks to his involuntary abstinence in his younger years.........

D -> Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

— Has thought about fucking you in front of his segments multiple times (not fucking you with them, just having them watch you two go at it. big difference here). It’s usually fueled by irritation or jealousy from seeing you spend time with them, but sometimes he’ll get this random urge to just completely and utterly claim you in front of them to get under their skin. Also to overwhelm you. yk. just a bit ˙ᵕ˙

E -> Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

— Wasn’t very experienced before he met you. Had one or two awkward hookups during his Akademiya days, but he really had more knowledge about sex than actual experience (getting a bad blowjob doesn’t really count for experience) 

F -> Favorite position

— You somehow always end up in the prone bone position if you’re on a flat surface. He loves restraining you, but doing so with his whole body takes the cake. He’ll have one hand wrapped around your throat with his elbow on the bed to hold him up (so he doesn’t completely crush you), and the other hand will be holding your hip with a bruising grip to angle your pelvis so he can thrust into you over n over again without mercy

— .....but having you ride him when he’s tired is worthy of being an honorable mention. Don’t think you’re in control though, because as soon as you start to get too cocky he’ll grab your waist n thrust up sharply to knock that smile off your face (affectionately) 

G -> Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) 

— Very serious, he’ll go as far as to punish you for even trying to crack a joke or giggle at something he said or did (but it’s a dub whenever you’re in a bratty mood so it’s fiiiine). Same goes for his older segments. His younger clones are less uptight about it though, and sometimes they’ll let out a laugh when a funny noise happens, but they won’t necessarily make jokes during it 

H -> Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) 

— Trims it when he remembers to, when it gets annoying, or when you point it out. He’s not a fan of being clean-shaven, but if you really want him to be he’ll do it. His pubic hair is a darker shade than his hair, and the first time you saw it you promptly said “so you don’t dye your hair!” (he immediately flicked your forehead) 

I -> Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) 

— Dottore isn’t romantic, full stop. But on a scale of 1 through 10 he would be around a 6; could charm you and sweep you off your feet if he wanted to, but he finds more enjoyment in teasing you than being a gentleman. 

J -> Jack off (masturbation hc) 

— He forgets that’s even an option when he’s in Snezhnaya. Whenever he gets hard he’ll have you take care of it, whether it’s in the form of a quickie or completely ditching his work to fuck you. So he only really masturbates like... once a week, twice at most if you’re not in the mood to help him with his hard on. 

— But when he has to go out to other regions for work and won't be with you for long periods of time? He gets off more often than he’d like to admit. 

K -> Kink(s)  

— Big fan of dacryphilia, spit/messy sex, overstimulation, any kind of restraints, edging, breathplay, power imbalance, biting, dirty talk, brat taming, double penetration and anything that tests your limits. 

— Medium fan of sex under the influence of either alcohol or aphrodisiacs, somnophilia, exhibitionism, temperature play, slightly dangerous things like knife and gun play, and group sex (with his segments specifically, no one else. he’s possessive of you) 

— Honorable mention: roleplay, to some extent. Mans loves to do a “medical checkup” on you every once in a while. And he’s more of a dom than a sub, too. His older segments have pretty much the same kinks as he does (ofc), but the younger ones tend to lean more towards being switchy than just. dom 

L -> Location (favorite place to do the do) 

— Has a bias for taking you in his office. Loves the idea that any of his segments could overhear the both of you going at it and all they can do is rub one out somewhere quiet. He’s so mean to them, using you like that......... 

M -> Motivation (what turns them on)

— When you act like a brat, purposely teasing him n pushing his buttons..... makes his blood rush down to his cock. Can’t help thinking of the many ways he’ll put you in your place later 

N -> No (immediate turn offs)

— Anything that has to do with his kid/youngest segments and his coworkers, the other Harbingers.

O -> Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

— Would rather receive than give, but won’t shy away from the opportunity to overstimulate you with his fingers/hands and tongue. Isn’t the best at giving head but will gladly take the time to learn what makes you cum the fastest if you want him to 

P -> Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 

— Dottore’s usually fast n rough, but he’ll have his moments where he wants to dote on you hard. His lack of affection catches up to him n he just wants to trace every curve of your body while languidly driving his cock inside of you sometimes, what can ya do 

Q -> Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) 

— Prefers taking his time to tease you by a mile, but he loves quickies too (since he can very well tease you by having a quickie) 

R -> Risk (are they game to experiment?) the irony of this wording isn’t lost on me 

— He's game to experiment. If you’re on board, he’s always willing to try something at least once 

S -> Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

— His younger segments tire out easily (virgins....... /affectionate) but his older ones, himself included, can go on and on and on. Him being a hermit n staying in his lab for multiple days at a time is extremely misleading, don’t be fooled!! He’ll overstimulate you to prove a point if you try to even poke fun at him n imply that he’ll get tired because he doesn’t “exercise” much (you’re his exercise, anyways) 

T -> Toys (do they have any?)

— Dottore does have some (and has dabbled in making some, too), namely (big and small) vibrators, dildos, and restraints but most of the time he prefers doing without them than with. Usually. When he does use them, he’ll make the whole “session” about them. 

— Controlling the rate in which a machine fucks you while he lazily jerks off in front of you, just out of your reach so you can’t touch him.... slowing down the silicone dildo’s pace when you start to get frustrated, making you even more frustrated..... yeah 

U -> Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

— He’s the WORST. The worst!!! You never know if he’ll overstimulate you, edge you, ruin your orgasm or just rile you up just to not do anything about it. Loves teasing you just as much as he loves to bury himself in his research (which is, obviously, a lot. good luck soldier) 

V -> Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) 

— Definitely on the quieter side (and it’s totally not so he can hear you more clearly, nuh uh). Lets out grunts/growls and heavy puffs of air more than actual moans, but it just makes the times whenever you do manage to draw out a pretty boy moan even sweeter <3 

W -> Wild card (a random hc) 

— Il Dottore, the Second Harbinger, outcast of the Akademiya, is incredibly touchy. He’ll place his hand on your waist when he walks past you, he’ll keep a hand on your thigh when you’re accompanying him during a meeting. He needs to have a hand on you at all times /whenever it’s possible/, including when you’re having sex. Can’t go a single second without touching you, he would probably actually bite you without any remorse if you tried to tie his hands so he can’t touch you 

X -> X-ray (what’s going on under those clothes ₍ᐢ.  ̫.ᐢ₎ ) 

— Bigger than most, but more of a grower than a shower. 3.8 inches soft and stands at a proud 7.4 inches when hard, with a 4.7 girth . Circumcised (don’t ask how), his skin is light (#FFEBCF) but his cock fades into a slightly darker color (#F7D4BC) while the head is more of a pretty n peachy tone (#F1A491). Has some light scarring in his pelvis area and a defined vein from the bottom of his shaft that stops shy of his glans. Also curves to the right just a bit.......

— His pubes r a dull-ish blue (#88B5D3)— while the hair on his head is a lighter, more teal blue for reference (#B6E0E0). Has a slight happy trail, too

Y -> Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) 

— He used to have a very low sex drive. In the beginning of your relationship, it wouldn't be uncommon for you two to go weeks without any action. As time went on though, he’s come to develop a higher sex drive and now has a mid to high libido. It’s your fault for being so tempting, really 

Z -> Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) 

— Has the freakish ability to go right back to work as if nothing ever happened when you’re both finished, no matter how much you both cum...... makes him the perfect man to provide aftercare though. He’ll stay by your side while you drift off and then he’ll go back and do whatever he has to do— unless you cling onto him n pull him back to stay in bed. If that does happen, he’ll just sit in bed and read a book while you snooze away. 

#the color html shit took so long good lord my fingers r cramping from doing ctrl c ctrl + v help me #dont come for me for describing his weewee in detail.......... #i hope this doesnt flop #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #genshin x you #dottore x you #dottore x gn reader #dottore smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #cw dubcon #cw knife play #cw gun play #୧ ‧₊˚cat's work!

[zorosdimples]

pairing ⛧ creepy medical student! law x gn! reader

warnings ⛧ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. while there’s no smut, this is suggestive, and everything that happens is nonconsensual (law is gross). mentions of masturbation, fucking inanimate objects, bruises, and death. additionally: cum sighting, cursing, knife play, a little blood, some spit, manhandling, and general grimetown weirdness.

word count ⛧ 1132

notes ⛧ this is another installment of the garden of earthly delights series, as well as a contribution to @bastardblvd’s house of slimy horrors collab—my prompt was “pumpkin patch”! the plot is nonexistent… just go with it <3

something isn’t right.

the early evening sky is hazy, the sun obscured by a leaden film that shrouds grimetown’s pumpkin patch in a deathly hue. the barren field before you is more of a squash graveyard than anything else—the vast expanse of dirt is littered with a few dozen orange carcasses.

this is certainly not what you were expecting when your date suggested a fun autumnal outing.

“this has to be the world’s most depressing pumpkin patch,” you grouse, craning your neck to look up at law’s stony expression; as usual, his face doesn’t betray his thoughts. you can never get a good read on him. you don’t know him well enough to tell if he’s simply awkward or if he genuinely doesn’t emote. “we should go somewhere else.”

the jet-haired man places a firm palm on the small of your back, urging you forward. “c’mon, we’re already here. we can’t make jack-o-lanterns without pumpkins. toji joe’s is out of ‘em.”

there’s a peculiar lilt to his words—a faux positivity that makes you hesitate for a split second. but you move forward anyway.

the blustery air ruffles your clothes as you drift across the dark earth with law, searching for a pumpkin that isn’t in some state of decomposition. this is exactly the sort of scenario you hear about on your favorite podcasts and documentaries: a careless person accompanied by a man they barely know in a remote area, not so much as a whisper of nearby life on the wind.

all you really know about law is that he’s a handsome medical student who shares similar interests, namely in true crime and literature. that, and he had been unusually pushy about this outing.

“hey, that looks like a good one.” law points to a suitable carving prospect. crouching down to get a closer look, a gasp leaves your lips when you find a hole a few inches in diameter bored into the side of the pumpkin. what appears to have once been a pale cream fluid is now a flaky crust, caking the opening. “is that—”

“probably,” law cuts in, resting a cold, tattooed hand on your shoulder. startled, you nearly topple over, but his strong arms catch you and pull you to his chest. now standing, you jerk in his embrace; he releases his hold and you take a few steps back. “it’s one of kappa upsilon mu’s fall festival activities.”

it’s impossible to hide the disgust that furrows your brow and creeps into your voice. “they mutilate pumpkins and fuck them like fleshlights as a frat tradition?”

law shrugs. you swear you see a glimmer of humor flit through his amber irises. “it’s not even close to the weirdest thing they do. ever heard of a ‘cum fountain’?”

you hold up a hand to stop him. “i don’t even wanna know.”

but something isn’t adding up you think with a frown. “if you knew all the pumpkins were going to be cut up and…violated, why did you bring me here, law?” you tried to measure your words carefully, but now that they hang in the open, your accusation is evident.

your date’s lips curl into an ominous smirk. the familiar chill of dread nips at your heels and paws at your chest. “well,” law starts, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a switchblade. your eyes rivet on the tool—the weapon—as he fiddles with it, nimble fingers gliding along the handle before flicking it open with ease. his bored, yellow gaze unnerves you; his words ooze calculated confidence. “i’m gonna practice my carving skills with you.”

his statement rips the breath from your lungs. unsure of what to do, you chuckle uncomfortably, praying that he’s still talking about the goddamn pumpkins.

law edges closer to you, a hunter testing his prey. you don’t move—you don’t think you could if you tried. your mind is racing in countless directions, but you can’t settle on an action, a plan. and this freak—your date—is one small thrust of the blade from you, crowding your space. so you stare down the predator’s maw.

“you’re beautiful,” law states, though it doesn’t sound complimentary; it’s an observation. there’s a clinical coldness to his words that makes you feel like you’re trapped in a microscope slide. he gestures to you with the knife, the unspoken threat palpable.

“oh. um, th-thank you,” you stammer, eyes darting wildly, cornered prey.

you force yourself to think: how do you escape this fucker? you had to take a shitty taxi to get to the pumpkin patch, but the driver could barely keep the car in its lane and tried to proposition you for sex. is everyone in grimetown a slimeball? you don’t realize your nails are biting so deeply into the skin of your palms that blood is dripping onto the dirt.

as though he can read your thoughts, law says coolly, “i wouldn’t run if i were you.”

options dwindling, you remember your lifeline. slowly, you inch a hand toward your back pocket where your phone sits. but your opponent is perceptive; law cracks a wide smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, running his tongue across his sharp teeth. he raises the knife and presses the flat side of the blade against your neck.

it’s an effective warning.

“there’s no signal out here—the only cell provider that services grimetown is slime mobile. you can check, though, if it makes you feel better,” law taunts.

to your horror, your phone reads “no service” at the top of the screen. your skin itches, nerves buzzing with adrenaline. your hands shake, fear and rage coalescing into an unshakeable tremor that has sweat beading at your temples. hot tears of frustration singe your cheeks. but the cold steel of the blade against your throat saps the fight from your body.

your final resort?

“fuck you,” you hiss with all the venom you can muster. and, before you can stop yourself: ptui. you launch a glob of spit that lands squarely on law’s cheek, punctuating your insult.

law doesn’t flinch. rather, he swipes two calloused fingertips through your precious gift. he holds his wet digits up, admiring the glistening pads of his fingers, then pops them into his mouth. the groan he emits while enjoying your taste makes you lightheaded. he pivots his blade so that the honed tip scrapes an angry line up the column of your throat. the pressure isn’t enough to slice your flesh—yet.

you shriek when law forcefully grabs your jaw and pulls you to him. bruises in the shape of his fingers will bloom on your face tomorrow—if you live that long, anyway. for the first time, his wide grin crinkles his hawkish eyes.

his voice is thick with desire as he murmurs, “i’d like to fuck you first.”

#house of slimy horrors collab #the garden of earthly delights #kinktober 2023 #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #one piece x reader #༄ kae writes #law <3 #grimetown #tw knifeplay #tw knife play #cw knifeplay #cw knife play

[soaringmirror]

KEEPING YOU WAITING

Pairing: PM Boss!Dazai Osamu x fem!reader

a/n: it's dazai's day <3 miss soaringmirror is very horny for port mafia boss dazai to ruin her and this is it in words. Dazai simps and stans come forth this is for you

cw: NSFW & DARK CONTENT MDNI - gun play, knife play, face slapping (1), degradation, threats, teasing, oral m receiving, mention of saliva and blood, mating press, rough sex, creampie. Lmk if i've missed anything

wc: 1850

Knowing that Dazai was occupied with the endless stacks of work ever since he became the boss of the Port Mafia you wanted to taunt him. You reclined on the luxurious sofa sighing to yourself that he wasn't in your presence. You were unsure when he was going to return home. 

Impatient, you grabbed your phone and dialled his number. "Yes belladonna? How can I help you during this fine hour?" Dazai mused. A playful smirk appeared on your face, "good evening to you love, just making sure you haven't forgotten about me. Things can get a little boring," you replied. The sound of Dazai's laughter filled your ears as his voice dropped an octave. "Aw, no sympathy for me sweetheart? You know how awfully busy I am, trying to run the Mafia since I slit Mori-san's throat." 

"Hmmm, I suppose I should be a little more considerate of your schedule darling. I'll leave you be, I have a surprise for you so work hard for me Dazai," you said toying with the gun in your other hand. "A surprise for me belladonna? Hopefully it's not Chuuya's gloves. We still haven't replaced the other ones," he chuckled. 

"Very funny but no, you'll see." After a brief goodbye you hung up and continued waiting ensuring you had everything ready. Meanwhile Dazai worked tirelessly planning the next steps for the Mafia. Hours passed, the clock across you read 2am. You were seated on the bed in dark red lingerie, a white satin robe draped over your body. 2am where you knew Dazai would be strolling through the streets of Yokohama possibly threatening someone in passing. 

Ah how you loved that man giggling at the thought of the poor soul facing him. The rattle of the front door pulled you away from your thoughts. You sauntered downstairs to greet your husband witnessing him enter in one swift movement. Dazai closed the door, shutting the dirty deeds behind him. "Belladonna, how I've missed you," he greeted as he extended his bandaged arm, intertwining your hand in his. 

"You're a little too late for sappy welcomes from me, but I'll forgive your tardiness this time," you grumbled. "Mmm I know, let me make it up to ⸻." Uninterested in his apology you yanked him close to you, your lips inches away before kissing him. It was a passionate kiss, letting his tongue roam in your mouth coaxing low groans from his throat. Opening your eyes you reached into the pocket of your robe and grasp the surprise while distracting him with your kiss.

Abruptly removing your lips, Dazai's eyes remained closed anticipating the return of your intoxicating kiss. Slowly, you ghost his lips before stuffing your soaked panties in his mouth while pressing the loaded gun to his temple. Dazai's eyes shot open, he knew this little trick of yours all too well. He swiftly held his knife against your throat, the blade millimetres away from slicing your delicate skin to the floor. It was as though he was unbothered by the panties in his mouth causing a loud chuckle to escape from you. As always Dazai was two steps ahead.

"I know I forgave you babe but I guess I'm in the mood to kill," you taunted, locking your gaze with his blood shot eyes. Suppressed by the lacy fabric, he let out a muffled groan provoking you to shove the gun further. "Now now Dazai, I want you so bad but you're testing me right now. Kneel and maybe I'll be nice." Obliging to your demand Dazai slowly sunk to his knees, dropping the knife to the floor. "Good." You paced around him, pointing the weapon in his direction before bending down giving him a good glance of your cleavage. The wine red bra teasing his gaze. 

His jaw was still slack, saliva trickling down the sides of his chin. You knew his brilliant mind was busy strategizing his revenge but you teased him even more. You traced your fingers down his cheeks laughing as you knelt down to his level. Leaning in close you pulled your panties out of his mouth with your teeth. The way you provoked him was turning him on a lot more than he would like to admit.

Finally free from restraint, Dazai used his strength to knock the gun out of your grasp. He pinned you down to the floor sitting on your lower back, legs on either side of you. One hand restrained your wrists while the other was occupied with the weapon's muzzle directly on your neck. "Fuck I love the way you taste but do not play with my heart darling," he warned. From the corner of your eye you could see his warm smile juxtaposing his brutal actions. "You won't shoot, I know you won't," you challenged. 

"You think this is a game? Do not test my patience doll." Dazai's voice was laced with caution as he dug the weapon further into your nape. The thrill of it all was beginning to make you feel needy for him, though you did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing. Humming to himself, Dazai took his time dragging the gun up and down your back. "Should've made your tongue useful in my pussy," you sighed. Silence followed by the clatter of the gun startled you as Dazai yanked your hair hard. "You have something to say slut? Actually, I don't think whores like you deserve to speak." 

The burning sensation in your scalp was nothing compared to the way your cunt throbbed. "Up," he ordered, poking your back. Dazai guided you up the stairs while you remained silent. The door swung open with a forceful kick of his foot, the lights in your shared room already dimmed. With his teeth he yanked the robe off your skin before skillfully unclasping the fabric restraining your breasts. "Be a good girl and get on your knees," he whispered, pressing his erect length against your bare ass. The knife traced down your curves before Dazai let you free. 

He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs apart, his patience wearing thin. Holding your breath, you sank to your knees tilting your head up in his direction. "Such an obedient whore you are belladonna," he beamed. The curl of his forefinger silently ordered you to move forward so you were inches away from his cock. You admired the pearl of precum glistening on his tip and the prominent veins that were visible on his shaft. Slowly, you squeezed his length before closing your lips around him. Dazai didn't have the time to wait for you to adjust, grabbing a fistful of your hair he pushed your head down on his length. 

Forceful thrusts down on his cock made you gag, hot tears threatening to drip on the expensive carpet below you. The erotic sounds of Dazai's moans sent pleasure to your aching cunt, you didn't know how long it would be before your arousal would leak. "Faster. Do not test me," he smirked. He knew you were in desperate need of air, yet he adored the way your saliva dribbled down the corners of your mouth. The sensation drove him deeper into the back of your throat and his moans became louder. "That's it, gag. Fuck your mouth feels so good," he rasped. Dazai could've released his seed down your throat but the thought of overstimulating and filling your pussy was even more divine to him. 

Suddenly placing his finger on the trigger, you released his cock. "Good girl," he cooed. "Aw babe were you close? About to come down my throat?" You taunted. "Still runnin' your fucking mouth are ya? I'll need to teach you a lesson," Dazai sighed as he landed a harsh slap across your face. Now visibly irritated, he clutched your hair dragging you up to the bed and threw you unceremoniously. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't slit your throat doll." You smirked before you could answer, "because you know you won't be able to find pussy as good as this Dazai," you reasoned. 

Spreading your legs, you anticipated the delicious stretch of his cock. Instead Dazai pushed your legs to your chest, hovering over you. His eyes were dark and full of lust before letting out a sadistic laugh, "maybe I should breed this tight little cunt of yours." He unravelled his bandages with his teeth, letting you immerse in the glory of his naked state. Without warning, he bullied his way into your sopping pussy knocking the air out of your lungs. Dragging his cock all the way out he laughed again reminding you to breathe. A loud moan left your lips as you began to feel hazy with pleasure. 

All the pent up stress was forced into your cunt as Dazai fucked your brains out. Each and every degrading word had you yearning for more, eyes rolling back as he thrusted faster and harder. The knife from earlier was never disregarded, in fact Dazai held it between his fingers pressing the tip against your skin as he continued thrusting and grunting. "Fuck belladonna, you love it when my cock is splitting you open don't you?" He groaned condescendingly. "Ah! Dazai 's too much! Fuck!" You yelled. Dazai pushed your legs against your chest even harder as he snapped his hips faster into your pussy, abusing the sweet spot that sent you over the edge. 

"Haahh, belladonna you're gonna make me cum," he whined. The uncontrollable moans and pleads leaving your lips along with the way you were clenching around his dick made your eyes roll back in pleasure. Tossing the knife to the floor, Dazai's hands gripped your body as he slammed his hips, grunting before coming to a sudden stop. You let out a scream as you felt Dazai's hot cum releasing into your aching cunt filling you to the brim. Stillness filled the room, his cock throbbing as the last drops of his seed entered you giving you both a moment to recollect yourselves. 

Heavy breaths echoed as he pulled out, observing the way his cum leaked out from your fucked out pussy. Too dazed to say anything you laid there panting, the colour draining from your cheeks. Dazai flopped onto the bed groaning into the afterglow of his orgasm. Suddenly turning to you, he captured your lips in a heated kiss drawing blood. "Fuckin test me again and I won't hold back darling," he chuckled. "Mmm then don't love, I won't be so easy on you next time," you replied still fucked out.

Soon after Dazai treated your limp body with care, running his fingers over the tender areas. He kissed you again, this time gentle and softly rubbed the scratches and bruises he inflicted on you. "Do not keep me waiting next time, Dazai," you mumbled. Instead of answering, he was already thinking of your next punishment. He was imagining the ruthlessness of his thrusts and your whimpers from the overwhelming sensation of all the things he was going to do. 

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[heavenlyakin]

cw: knife play, blood, and dark content ig. Not edited.

rook hunt x fem reader

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Cold, sharp, and deadly. Your mind can’t decide whether the man straddled over you or the silver blade in his hand is deadlier.

Rook trails the tip of the knife down your collarbone, humming to himself as he goes. A smile breaches his lips and his green eyes focus on yours. “So delicate, ma chérie” he comments.

You try to squeeze your thighs together but under his weight, the ties around your ankles, and the desire to behave keeps you still. Biting your lip, you try and focus on where the knife might go next and whether or not he’ll turn the blade and knick your skin again. You feel yourself getting wetter at the thought.

Rook has taught you a lot, and one of the best lessons has been that pain and pleasure can coexist in one incredible sensation.

“Tell me,” he goes on, the knife tip drawing a circle around your perked nipple, “are you going to behave?”

You hadn’t, and that’s how you ended up here. You still can’t get the tearing sounds from when Rook cut your clothes off of you. What will you wear home later? Certainly other students will notice if you borrow something of Rooks.

Smiling at him, you nod. “I’ll behave.”

He smiles, “For some reason, I just don’t believe you.” He tilts the knife, the sharpened end now teetering on your breast. “A little scar here would look pretty… give me something to remember this moment every time I wrap my tongue around your nipple.”

You arch your back, his words sending shivers down your spine.

“Ah, ah, ah, little brat” he coos, leaning forward and kissing your lips. “Remember, all it would take is one foul move and I’d be all that’s left to remember you.”

The sharp, agonizing sting from the blade takes over your senses. You squeeze your fists together, tugging on the cuffs and biting hard on your lip. Your breast is aflame with pain and your eyes roll back. You feel the trickle of blood streaming down your breast to your side, spilling onto the towel Rook laid you on.

“Fuck,” you moan, your eyes fluttering back open.

He’s no longer hovering over you but instead between your thighs, his eyes watching the blood drip down your body. He watches as if it’s his favorite show, intense and focused. As he gets closer, his tongue drags across your skin, lapping up the blood from your breast.

“Rook!” You whine, the sting intense but the scene too erotic to look away from or beg for him to stop.

“——-“ he moans your name, looking at you with wild eyes. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

#cw knife play #cw blood #cw dark content #rook hunt smut #rook hunt #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #another terrible attempt at short form content!

[fyodorloveclub]

fyodor tattooing his name onto you the same way that people write their names on their belongings <3

him using his prettiest knife to carve his name into you so deep you’ll never be able to forget who owns you………..

#anon im so sorry but the first thing i thought of when i read this is andy writing his name on woody’s boot #from toy story #voices in my head #demons #tw knife play #cw knife play

[deadduvznap]

heyyyyyy merry Christmas I have noncon woundfucking idea

revivebur with a reader who really likes cutting him up and fucking the wounds.

like as revivebur is crying and sobbing as you cut him open and pushing your cock into the bloody flesh. him begging for you to stop but a single word gets him to stop. it hurts him so much but youre gonna make him like it and nothing can stop you.

weeee thats all i got rn lol

happy holidays darling :) and yes this idea is so yummy i LOVE wound fucking so much and imagine it starts off as smth soft of like maybe wanting to introduce knife play and hes like yeah okay :) and ur like fucking cool and lets say youve never nonconed him before so he doesnt expect it so when you cut him a bit too deep hes like woah slow down that kinda hurt but your like ah no id love to like hold his face down like my hand over his mouth pushing his head onto the floor/bed and i wanna stab his thigh maybe twist the knife too and hes struggling n starting to cry :( and like holding him down while you stick your dick in the hole you made :( or wait what if where the thigh gap is supposed to be you like hold his thighs together and cut a dick shaped hole :)

#im having heart burb #burn #sorry for taking so long to answer #we are on #quote vacation endquote #this sleeping bag is uncomfortable #we are at a hotel #theres 2 beds in the room #mom and dad are sharing one #and brother gets the other bed #we have the couch in the other room #funny that this 🛋️ is exactly how the lamp is #anyways im supposed to be asleep #here are the askers <3 #wilbur soot x male reader #wilbur soot smut #revivebur smut #cw knife play #cw wound fucking #oooh scary #cw noncon #lovely 💀 anon #atlas speaks

[angrelysimpping]

Anything: Collab'oween Day 22

GN!Reader x M!OC Jericho x M!OC Isaiah

I've literally only mentioned these guys once on this blog and but they've been stuck in my brain for ages now. so, uh, enjoy?

Warnings: noncon; multiple partners; fucked up relationship dynamics; nonconsentual scissor/knife play; somewhat implied serial killer; thoughts of gore and cannibalism; slight voyeurism; slapping

Words: 2045

Mist clings to the wet pavement, blue tinged street lights reflected off the dark street. The persistent drizzle is annoying but it’s easy to ignore as you are led through the night. Stumbling a bit, the hand on your arm tightens, low chuckle sending a shiver down your spine. Something about him made you skin prickle, and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not even if you did keep following him.

The bar had been crowded, fog creeping up the windows and lighting dimmer than you’d really like, straining your eyes. You’d been about to call it a night when a man had offered to buy you a drink. He’d looked odd in the poor lighting, more so than he should, because it had to be the lighting that was making him look like that. The strange golden hair that had to be some kind of dye, the jagged streak of pitch black definitely was. The red eyes, the whites of one of them faintly yellow, were probably just some weird contacts. And the sharp teeth? You’d seen body mods like that before. You’re pretty sure the lady in the corner had something similar, had flashed you a pointed toothed grin earlier in the night. The spiked ear piercings and notched eyebrow were almost obligatory. That was the kinda crowd this place attracted, and you suppose you were part of that crowd. 

So you didn’t hesitate to accept his drink. When he’d told you his name was Jericho, you’d given your name in return. When he offered to take you back to his place, you followed him out into the rainy night. Perhaps you’d agreed a little too easily, a little too eagerly. But, this had been your plan at the start of the night anyway, to have an attractive stranger take you home and fuck you senseless. 

Now here you were, stumbling through the door to a tiny little run down place that you would have never expected was someone’s home. Led right into what looks like a makeshift living room. A small sofa that you’d bet had been left on the side of the road, a shabby coffee table with a pair of scissors resting on a pile of haphazardly stacked papers. All lit by a bare lightbulb. Cramped, yet, clean. Better than some places you'd crashed in. 

That’s when something shifts, changes. A slight tinge of something being off in the air, settling on your skin. The butterflies in your stomach are no longer just about hooking up with a cute guy, but about the way his grip tightened on you, the sharpness in his smile. The almost imperceivable way he moves, nudging you further into the room and away from the door.

Oh, and his apparent boyfriend? 

“Jericho!” The voice was soft, excited, enthralled. He’s shorter than Jericho, a shock of murky purple hair made brighter by his unnaturally pale skin. Wide, somewhat manic, gray eyes zero in on the man next to you like he was the only thing that existed. He doesn’t even notice you, barreling into Jericho, pressing his face into the other’s chest. 

“Hello, Isa.” Jericho sounds exasperated, but there’s a small smile on his face and a fondness in his voice that you can’t miss. 

It feels like you’re intruding, somehow, but trying to back away only makes the grip on you tighter. Painful, even. It’s pure reflex, the small sound of pain that leaves you as Jericho’s grip starts to bruise.

And that’s when you’re finally noticed.

There’s an almost physical shift in the room as the smaller man - Isa? Odd name. Maybe a nickname? - notices you, eyes locking onto yours before sliding down to where Jericho’s hand touches you. The warmth in his gaze fades, eyes going blank and smile dropping as he regards you. You think he tries to press closer into Jericho’s chest, only to be pushed away. 

“Isaiah.” The fondness has left Jericho’s voice, tone harsh, reprimanding. Isaiah steps back at his name, a sort of command that you can’t fully understand as Jericho begins to drag you further into the room. 

A tightness starts to swell in your chest, throat constricting as the strangeness of the situation grates on you. Again you try to break the hold he has on you, only to find yourself forcibly yanked along. 

“W-wait-” your words fall on deaf ears as you’re flung onto the sofa. 

“Fuckin’ finally,” Jericho mutters as he straddles you, strong hands going to yank down your pants without ceremony. “Been dying for a new plaything.”

You remember his words at the bar, how he seemed so pleasant, nice, then. Honeyed words and soft promises. All lies, it seemed. 

Tears prick at the corners of your vision as you try to push him off, but he’s stronger than you’d originally thought. Still, you refuse to make this easy for him, squirming under him as he tries to remove your underwear. 

He sighs, reaching for the scissors on the table and you freeze as you feel metal against your thigh. 

Your eyes flick to Isaiah, not sure if you’re looking for help, but whatever you’re hoping for isn’t there. He stares down at you over Jericho’s shoulder, expression stone. As if you’ve done something wrong. 

“I don’t mind you wanna do it this way, but I really don’t feel like making a mess tonight.” 

Your mind empties at the words, cold blades running up the inside of your thigh and pressing momentarily against your groin. He laughs as your breathing falters for a moment before sliding the tip of the scissors along the outline of your sex. He smiles then, the same lazy, sharp-toothed smile he’d worn at the bar that had made your heart flutter. Not now, though. Now that same grin makes you go cold as you realize how easy this all is for him. 

Like he’s done this countless times before. 

Metal hooks into the soft fabric of your underwear, the snip of the blades clinking together ringing in your ears. 

“Are you gonna be good for me?” 

Your eyes meet his. This close, you can tell their strange color, the slitted pupils, aren’t lent to him from special contacts like you’d assumed. They were his, a part of him. 

Were….were the other things him too? The hair? The teeth? Actually his? Not dye or body mods, but him? What was he, then?

Metal kisses your neck, and maybe you’re imagining the scent of rust but you can’t stop your thoughts from running wild. Rust from poorly cared for scissors? They wouldn’t have cut so easily, sounded so smooth. But from blood? Metal stained with blood so often the scent still clung to the gleaming surface? 

“Would hate to have to make a mess after Isa spent so long cleaning up the last one.”

The last ounce of fight leaves you with those words, at the confirmation of your wild thoughts. “Please,” your voice sounds weak even to your own ears, “I’ll…I’ll do anything.”

He laughs above you, sound making a cold sweat break out all over your body.

“Oh, I know you will.”

Something hot and hard presses against your hole, and you know it’s his cock even if you’d missed the part where he’d pulled it out. You try to relax, try to make everything as painless as possible, but it still burns as he starts to force himself into you dry. In an attempt at self preservation, you try to let your mind drift as he keeps going, bottoming out with a low groan. 

Isaiah stands frozen to the side, hand twitching towards his pocket. It’d be easy, he knows it would. The knife is like an extension of himself, something he can’t live without. It’d be so, so, easy to gut you where you lay on the couch, with Jericho’s perfect cock still buried deep inside you. It’d be sublime, he thinks. He could be inside you at the same time as his savior, could reach in up to his elbow and fish out a kidney, hold it up to Jericho’s scarred lips and beg him to eat the offering out of his bloodied hand.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t dare look away from where Jericho’s fat cock bullies your hole open on their shared sofa. He hates it, hates that Jericho is looking at you, touching you, fucking you. But still, his dick swells, presses uncomfortably against his trousers. 

He can’t help it. He’s never seen Jericho like this, never from this angle. He’s always been the one trapped under Jericho’s body, strong arms bracketing his head and fat cock splitting him open. This is…different. And good. So very good as Jericho pauses to strip his shirt off, back muscles flexing, a thin gleam of sweat reflecting in the dim light of their hideout. 

Isaiah drifts closer, ignoring a pained whine from you, a half hearted plea for some kind of mercy that neither man feels inclined to grant you. He’s never seen Jericho’s back, the sharp shoulder blades, the smooth skin. The dusting of freckles that grace his face spreads over his shoulders,  back, and down to his waist. On impulse, Isaiah leans in, pressing his nose into the junction between Jericho’s neck and shoulders, inhaling deep before giving a long lick trailing up to the other’s temple.

The hand that twists into Isaiah’s hair is expected, welcomed. It yanks him down, pleasant burn along his scalp as the roots are pulled, and his mouth forced to Jericho’s in a messy kiss. It’s more teeth than anything, exactly how Jericho’s kisses always are. Exactly how Isaiah needs to be kissed.

Even somewhat preoccupied with Isaiah, Jericho’s brutal fucking continues. It’s only as he yanks Isaiah back by the hair, breaking the kiss, that his thrusts slow. 

He looks at Isaiah with half lidded eyes. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you puppy?”

Isaiah’s eyes go wide, panic lighting up in a blazing fire within them. “Anything,” he echoes, nodding frantically. “I’ll do anything.” 

“Promise to play nice?” There’s a lighter note to his tone, a teasing that Isaiah, if he even notices, disregards. 

“Promise,” Isaiah swears with a solemnness that makes your skin crawl. 

Jericho keeps grinding his hips against yours, a dull pain that’s almost a blessing compared to the savagery of before. You try to collect yourself as much as you can as Jericho manhandles Isaiah until the smaller of the two is straddling your chest. 

Plucking up all your courage, you catch Isaiah’s eyes. Maybe, if you could get one of them to like you, things might get better.

You try to give him a soft smile, though you’re not sure how successful you are. “I-Isa, right?” 

Even as you stumble over his nickname, you know you’ve made a mistake as his eyes harden.The smack echoes in the small room, head wrenched to the side from the force of the slap and skin immediately smarting. Tears blur your vision as a pale hand grabs your jaw, nails digging into your skin as you’re forced to face Isaiah again.

“Don’t call me that,” he hisses, Jericho snickering behind him, and you nod weakly. The moment you agree, his hand darts away, as if touching you had burned him.

Jericho’s hands snake under the waistband of Isaiah’s pants, and it’s not long before you are presented with a freakishly pale cock. He guides it towards your mouth, precum smearing against your lips as Isaiah sighs, head tilted back to rest on Jericho’s shoulder. 

Those strange red eyes meet yours, a feral light in them that wasn’t present before as he handles Isaiah’s cock. “Suck.” It’s a command, one you don’t hesitate to follow. Lips wrapping around the oddly cool shaft, tongue swirling around the tip, you’re not given long before Isaiah starts fucking into your mouth. Tears run freely down your face now as Jericho resumes his own thrust. You’d promised to do anything, anything, if it allowed you to leave this place alive. So you’d do this, try to ignore the man ponding into you between your thighs and the one fucking your throat. As best you could, anyway. You just had to survive the night, after all.

#collaboween #quiet ocs #jericho #isaiah #tw noncon #cw noncon #tw multiple partners #cw multiple partners #tw knife play #cw knife play #tw gore #cw gore #tw cannibalism #cw cannibalism #tw voyeurism #cw voyeurism #tw slapping #cw slapping #gn reader

[pvrplef1sh]

I want someone to hold a knife to my throat whilst they fuck me so hard that it hurts and makes me scream but if I scream for help or make any noise they will press the knife further into my throatq

#nsft nblw #nsft wlw #nsft #queer nsft #lesbian nsft #wlw nsft #nsft brat #purples thoughts #knife k!nk #cw knife play #knife k1nk #death threats #fear play #fear kink

[spicyselfindulgentfandomstuff]

Worked up & kinks for the ask game? 👀👀

- @catships777

Hii ty for the ask!! :))

———

Worked Up - what is your f/o like when turned on? Are they desperate, tense, barely restrained? How do they handle it?

Murdoc handles being turned on about the same as he handles every other feeling or emotion he has: misinformation and misdirection. He can’t STAND ppl knowing his true feelings on literally anything. This carries over to sex stuff too, at least in the early stages of knowing Emmett.

After he first escaped from prison but before he’d made the decision to abduct Emmett, he finally came to terms (as best he could) with the fact that he took romantic interest in them and genuinely cared about them.

Now this realization quickly evolved into an ever deepening obsession. He read up on every digital piece of information on Emmett out there, everything from medical records to their search history. Of course, he had no clue how to express his feelings to Emmett so he just. Kidnapped them, just to be around them again for a little while, before returning them to their apartment completely unharmed, if very confused!

During this stage of ambiguity, he often went to bed thinking about Emmett and how badly he wanted to fuck them. Of course, he acted as nonchalantly as possible the next time he saw them (read as, abducted them). Basically, his feelings regarding them, both romantic and sexual were kept under tight lock and key for quite a while before the two ever made any progress in their relationship…

Kinks - are you or your f/o kinky? What kinds of kinks do you and your f/o like?

Ohhhhh now THIS is a loaded question/vpos

Murdoc and Emmett are both very kinky, though Emmett is significantly less experienced than Murdoc with regards to anything sexual, let alone kink.

Murdoc often worried about scaring off Emmett completely, given his kinks and their inexperience in this area. He was sure they were vanilla as hell and already nervous about intimacy.

He was right about them being nervous about sex but he was most definitely wrong about them being vanilla. Emmett was in fact, very kinky and their kinks actually lined up pretty damn well with Murdoc’s, as he would eventually discover.

Murdoc loved to be in almost complete control and have a very submissive partner. And Emmett was very submissive and had a huge fearplay kink, something which Murdoc fed into gleefully. The more confident and experienced Emmett got with sex, the more comfortable he felt ramping it up a bit, eventually bringing knives and other more intense stuff into their sessions, much to Emmett’s excitement…

#i love you just a little too much: 18+ #cw fearplay #cw knife play

[heavenlyakin]

be honest, should I write a rook and knife play drabble rn

#cw knife play

[uppermocns]

fighting as foreplay with naoya except it ends with him restrained and entirely at your mercy, unable to do anything except glare at you with humiliated tears and spit insults and threats about what he'll do when he breaks from these ties. you get tired of his pathetic attempt at soothing his ego and stuff your panties in his mouth. he's prettier and more useful to you when he's quiet.

mocking him and calling him a sick pervert when you notice the flush in his cheeks and his cock stiffening in his pants. staking your claim by carving your name into his flesh, giving him a permanent reminder of his weakness and how you made him submit to you.

#summoned #cw dark content #cw branding #cw knives #cw knife play #something abt naoya getting hard from pain #kinda sexy and i need him methinks

[sexy-sea-basss]

Oooooohhhhh you now what i need?

Anyone have good knife play fic recs?? I’ve read some Rain ones but i can’t remember them rn and i didn’t save them 😭

#fic recs #cw knife play

[kabukibun]

wanderer teasing scara so much that scara goes to his bedroom and slams the door shut.. that doesnt stop wanderer tho! he goes into their shared bedroom after hearing some suspicious noises coming out, entering he sees scara pleasing himself while moaning wanderers name.. ^-^

wanderer chuckles and walks over.. he steals a kiss as he undoes his pants, revealing his dick thats already leaking pre cum! he slowly pushes in and edges scara for a few rounds until he goes over to their night stand and grabs a small dagger.

he comes back to the bed and enters again, but now slowly cuts across his brothers waist while going back and forth, just as scara was about to cum he leans over and licks up the blood thats slowly dripping out, making scara finally cum <3

(way darker then my normal shit but whatever its late and I cant sleep so I hope you enjoy mwah)

-💜

It's that feeling of Wanderer's tongue dipping into his open wounds, feeling a deeper connection to him.

Also, Scara's just a total pain whore. He hisses at the small cuts being made on his body, cursing at Wanderer yet his dick is harder than it's ever been. He almost begs for more, for him to go deeper but he bites his tongue, slamming his back as he silently asks for Wanderer to fuck him harder. This entire act is debauched, but the two can't get enough of it.

When Wanderer drags the knife lower, pressing it on the skin right above his cock, he nearly loses his mind. His eyes roll back, walls clenching tightly around Wanderer's cock as he cums hard. He's shaking for a good minute, cock still hard after the fact.

#💜 anon #cw knife play #cw blood #scaracest