#knife play tw

[fruitsoxs]

disgustingly beautiful

pairing(s): knives x (AFAB)reader warnings: smut, !NSFW MINORS DNI!, sex, fingering, knife play, degradation summary; knives hates the way he feels about you word count: 1.5k notes; i have no explanation for this one

He drags the sharp edges of his blades down your arm slowly. He’s not sure why he’s so gentle with you, when he could easily break the skin and let you bleed out on the floor. He could  kill you in an instant. Knives' eyes snap upward, locking onto yours. He can see the lack of fear in your eyes as he waves around his blades. You’re so certain that he would never hurt you.

It pisses Knives off endlessly that you’re right. He craves the destruction of all humans. He wants to see them burn. If this were some other pitiful human, they would be dead in an instant. They would be gone before they could even approach him. You’re not some other human though. And, for some reason, he has a soft spot for you.

He brings his blades up, past your shoulder and to your neck. He keeps the edge there for a second, before using it to lift your chin up. His eyes flicker to your lips. He observes every small movement you make, every gulp you take. “So…disgusting.” he growls, trying to convince himself of your faults. It would be easier if you were like every other human. If you were disgusting, and beyond saving. 

It sickens him how he can so easily fall for your smile. 

What makes you so different from everyone else on this planet? Why do you make him feel so soft? He truly despises it. Knives wishes he could get rid of you once and for all. He hates these feelings that only you can make him feel. 

He growls and lets his blades fall, before crashing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. His lips seem to take over yours. He bites at your bottom lip, prying it open so he can shove his tongue inside. He swirls his tongue around, licking up every noise you make. The more you moan, the more intense the kiss gets. The kiss is demanding, and almost violent. When he pulls away, your lips are already red and swollen.

“Truly disgusting.” he says again, wiping the spit from his lip. He immediately dives back in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you close. His grip is bruising as your body is pressed flush against his. He immediately probes your mouth with his tongue again, swirling it around yours. 

Why does he like this? Why does the thought of bending you over make him feel so fuzzy inside. He snakes a hand up your back and grips onto your hair, pulling your head back. You let out a soft whimper. He drinks in the noise, pulling your hair tighter to get more out of you. 

With his lips still on yours, he slowly pushes you back towards the table behind you. You hit the edge and fall over. “A-Ah!” but before you can crash against the cold metal, Knives makes sure to lower you slowly. He doesn’t want your frail body to get too hurt. His mouth is on yours again, as he leans over your body, trailing kisses and bites down your neck. 

He digs his teeth into the skin on your shoulder, biting roughly, then licking the new wound clean. When he pulls away, he’s got a certain look in his eyes. A possessiveness that he only allows you to see. He admires the mark, before he works on getting your clothing off.

Knives starts to rip your clothing off, starting with your top. You lift your torso up a bit, allowing him to pull it off. He moves down to your bottoms, tearing them off your body as quickly as he can. His hands find their way to your thigh and squeeze the skin. He slowly rubs them up higher, brushing against your clothed folds for a second.

“So wet already.” 

With one swoop he cuts through your underwear, admiring the view of your wet pussy. He slides his fingers through the folds, gathering up all the juices. His face remains emotionless, but he’s definitely excited about this little endeavor. His cock is already painfully hard and throbbing. You, almost shy to his attention, try to close your legs and hide yourself away. He sighs and reaches over with his blade tendrils, pulling your legs up.

He’s careful not to cut you, but you can’t fault him if the blades scratch you a tiny bit. He’s simply too focused on the task at hand to pay too much attention to that part. 

He rubs his finger against you again, scoring the most delicious noises. He bites back a smirk as he watches you squirm from his simple touch, before he begins to rub at that sensitive bud gently. Your back immediately arches, a loud moan ripping through your throat. “Good.” Knives mumbles, putting more pressure on your clit. “I want to hear you.” he demands. He rubs his fingers in circles, drawing out loud moans. Unable to move while he holds you down, you are left a whimpering mess.

With his other hand, he inserts a finger. Your eyes widen, your mouth hanging open. He works you open, pushing his finger in and out before he adds another. 

“Oh. Oh Knives- Oh God-” 

He can feel you clench around his fingers. The smirk finally stretches across his lips as he holds you down and fucks you with his fingers. “What is it? Are you going to cum?” he asks curling his fingers inside  you while his other hand continues to rub your clit. 

“Please-” you beg him.

He lets out a small “Hm.” before deciding that he could allow you to get what you want. “Fine.” he grumbles. You cum on cue, your body shaking as you tighten around his fingers. He groans slightly as he works you through your orgasm. He stays silent, watching you close your eyes shut, screaming out his name.

All that, just for his fingers. So pitiful.

He rubs his clothed dick against your dripping pussy, his cold eyes never leaving yours. He can’t believe that such a creature can get him so worked up. He cannot stand how much he craves you. Every time he sits down to please himself, all he can see is your eyes. You have ruined him, and he will never forgive you.

In a moment his cock is free, pressed against your entrance. Your eyes are wide again, as you try to look down at what he is doing. Knives huffs and shoves his thumb under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Look. At. Me.” he demands. 

You whimper as he slowly slides his dick inside of you. He can’t believe how good you feel. So warm and tight around him. It was like you were made to be his little toy. Knives slides himself all the way in as slowly as he can. He gives you just a moment to adjust to his size, before he starts moving.

He slowly pulls out, admiring the way his cock glistens with you. He then snaps his hips against yours, shoving it back inside you roughly. “Oh!” you yell out. He fucks you hard, and fast. It’s almost deadly. He makes no noises besides the occasional grunt.

No, he wants to hear every little noise you make. He wants to listen to the sound of his skin slapping against yours. He ends up closing his eyes as the sounds mix together- creating a song more beautiful than he could ever play. 

He’ll never get over how amazing this feels. How perfect you are. Although when he is done he may feel shame for fucking the thing he hates, he can’t help but keep coming back to you. He slams his dick inside of you, making your eyes roll back. He keeps his pace, never getting tired of how lulled out he can make you.

He knows you’re close. He wonders what he can say to make you go over the edge. 

He grits his teeth, then lets out a dry chuckle. “Look at you.” he mumbles, continuing to fuck you. “You need me so bad.” he lets his blades tighten around your legs so you can’t move and inch. “I want you to remember this moment forever, human. You are mine.”  He growls and slams against you. 

You let out a cry, squeezing him awfully tight as you cum on his cock. Reduced to nothing but a blabbering, incoherent mess you call out his name over and over. He slams against you a few more times, before he pulls out and spills his seed all over your stomach. 

He drops you against the table, watching as your body goes slack. He eyes his work, before turning around. “Clean this mess up.” he demands before he walks away.

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[leclerced]

oh girl pls do not leave us with the thought of hitman max knife play without elaborating

okayy sorry u sent this when i was goin to bed last night n then i worked late todayy. and i restarted this a few times.

read more for knife play and blood tw!

@piastrification for u babes

She didn't expect Max to agree, not after he'd spent so long hiding his job from her, hiding who he was from her. Max is surprised when she asks, dangling the blade from her fingers as she asks him if he would use it on her. His mind fogged over as he imagined her on their bed, the knife between his hands as he- He stops himself before he gets too far. The thought of hurting her stops him from thinking any further. She had to beg him, tell him how bad she wanted it. He only gave in when she desperately pulled his hand between her thigh to show him how badly she wanted it, him.

Now, she's splayed out on their guest bed, with Max between her thighs and one of his knives clutched in his right hand. His left hand caresses her thigh, "Are you sure, schat?" She bats her eyelashes at him as she nods, then remembers to use her words, "I am, and I'll let you know if you need to stop."

Max gulps as his eyes flicker from hers, to the soft skin beneath his fingers. He blinks slowly as he takes in the sight before him, her body splayed out across the white sheets. Red panties hugging her hips, the dark spot across the crotch. His mouth waters at the sight and he tightens his grip on the blade as he lowers it to her skin,

She whimpers and resists the urge to jerk away as the knife presses into her skin. She barely feels it press into her skin before it breaks under the sharp blade, and blood immediately begins dripping from the small cut. Against her control, her thigh tenses and she feels Max's grip tighten as he warns, "Please don't move, schat, wouldn't want to hurt you." Her mind spins and her heart stutters as she takes in how focused he is, despite the playful lilt to his words, he means them. She moans as she watches him start the second cut, grasping at the sheets to ground herself as the pain weaves through her body, and her brain confuses it with pleasure.

It's shorter than the first, angled but just as shallow and clean as the first. He immediately begins the third, just as quick and short as the second but going up instead of down. She sucks her lower lip between her teeth as he begins the fourth cut, a straight line down to match the first one. As soon as he finishes the M, she reaches for him, "Need you, now."

Max tears his gaze away from the fresh cut on her thigh, "Now? I need to get a bandage." She lets out a strangled moan as she grasps at his bicep and tugs him towards her, "Now. Now, please." He can't help but give into her, tossing the knife away from the bed so she can't roll onto it, before he lets her pull him up to meet her lips. He can feel her blood smearing across his hip as she wraps her thighs around him, warm and wet, and it makes his cock throb as she pulls his hips against hers.

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[suguwu]

nai + knife play,,,

#bee chats #it almost feels TOO obvious #but i can’t stop thinking about it so #knife play tw

[submissivefeminist]

no you don't understand if you keep liking my feral horny posts like this I'm going to end up full of your cum with your initials carved into my chest 🥵

#breeding kink go brrrrrr #please? #knife play tw #cutting tw #blood play tw #someone tell me to smoke more

[dead-silencing]

"You take that blade of yours.." She spoke as she came closer. "And cut me.. I spread the blood, wear my lingerie, and pose for you.. You can take so many pictures.." She purred as she slid her dress past her shoulders. "..You know I enjoy that knife of yours.."

"Yeah? Is that so?". His voice was soft, deep as he brought a gloved hand to her hip. Yanking her in close to him as he brings his masked face in so that the 'nose' of it almost touched the side of her head. "It sounds like you want more time with my knife, I'm happy to oblige you little bunny".

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[r0-boat]

Ro's Oc Halloween Special!

Part 1

Slasher!Cole In:

Hunter's moon.

Cw dead dove : blood, cutting, violence, fear play, stalking ,extreme Predator/prey, implied cannibalism, Knife play, noncon touching.

Gn!reader

One gendered term is used but it doesn't correlate to their actual gender

There is nothing truly more terrifying than a psychopath. Someone who seems like an everyday person, but in reality, it's a mask. Bait luring you away into a false sense of security.

People are complex and can feel a vast array of emotions so there's something uncanny about a person who just kills for sport.

A hunt could happen at any time with any reason

You can still remember that night, a regular shift, someone called in sick, you needed the money desperately, and 'happily' took their night shift as a cashier at a corner store...

Now as you lay awake on nights your steel collar became too uncomfortable for you to sleep you can't help but regret that you would wish for something more interesting in your otherwise long drawn out dull day... As your Killer Captor affectionately holds you close, you can only look to your old life for even the smallest amount of comfort.

A few hours in, and you were struggling to keep your eyes open; your energy drink, the only thing keeping you alive at this point, was long emptied. Every customer passed by was a blur, just like the hours, except for one. His fiery red eyes caught yours for Split Second before turning his attention back to the product he was buying.

Other than the fiery red hair and eyes his size caught your attention; muscular arms, he had a permanent scowl when he carelessly dumped his items on the counter.

" I like your eyes..."

He mumbles as you ring up his items. Just wanted to get the night over with; all you did was nod giving him his receipt and his card. That was the only customer you saw that night. And you went home without a single thought.

You decided to watch some TV as soon as you got home you had a whole week of vacation ahead of you, plenty of time to sleep in. Aimlessly scrolling past channels until something caught your eye.

The news channel, the reporter catching your attention immediately

" police still haven't caught the serial killer-"

Damn... guess you are not going to be sleeping tonight.

"But, according to internet rumors, the killer stalks the streets every full moon, giving them the nickname Lycan. From not only their obsession with killing on such a specific night but how they would leave their victims strung up on trees, torn to shreds with certain body parts missing."

You physically cringed in disgust Deciding to turn off the TV.

As You sat alone in your living room with nothing but empty silence creeping in, trying desperately to ignore whatever gnawing feeling that was in your gut.

Wasn't tonight a full moon??

Your heart sank as all the lights in your house shut of.

You only froze when you heard your front door lock jiggling, then slowly turning.

All you heard was chuckling when you saw them step through your door, a large adult male with a carved wooden wolf mask.

Before you could react, he made a b-line for you, his hands wrapping around your neck, taking a cloth from his pocket and pressing it hard against your face.

The cool Autumn air and the sounds of wind wrestling the trees greeted you when you woke up; your head was spinning. Nothing but the full moon Illuminating the world around you.

You slowly made your way through the words going nowhere in particular, hoping to find other people or a way out.

The wrenching feeling in your gut keeping the company with the will to live is the only thing making you step forward, trying to hold back your whimpering cries, afraid to make any more noise other than the twigs and Dead Leaves on the ground you were stepping on.

He watches you from afar ever so carefully crawling closer like an animal sneaking up on its prey. He has done this countless times, most of his prey would sit there and cower, or stupidly attempt to fight back. You however played his game. Few did. But you were the most interesting, and the terrified look in your sweet little eyes lit a fire inside of him, oh the way you tried to fight back the tears when you saw his hunting knife the handle stained with dried blood but the blade cleaned and sharperd. he cleaned and sanitized it just for you, aren't you honored?

The blood-curdling scream when he grabbed your shoulder gave him chills as you struggled hard, ripping your clothes, trying to get away from him. You ran as fast as you could, trying to use anything to slow him down. You were quick and feisty. But he knew this forest like the back of his hand; even if you managed to outrun him the first time, it was only a matter of time before he brought you to the ground.

Speak with your arms so hard, his fingers digging into your flesh as he held you to the ground with the wooden wolf mask covering his face, you could see nothing but his eyes fiery bright red, yet dull and lifeless; his voice was scratchy as he mumbled each word.

" you didn't say thank you..."

"W-what?"

You Sob unable to hold back the tears. He lets out a low frustrated growl, before speaking again just loud enough for you to hear.

" I liked your eyes... you didn't say anything, they're very pretty, so full of color, so innocent. I like when you look at me"

He says brandishing the knife over your face, you closed your eyes trying to look away.

"LOOK AT ME!"

Lycan screamed inches away from your face his hands grabbing the collar of your Torn shirt,

"Their weeee goooo~ there are those beautiful eyes~, like a frightened deer..."

The masked man chuckles, taking his knife and slowly tearing your shirt. He's always had his eyes on you. You drove him wild as no other prey could.

His Maniac bloodlust look turns into a softer one as his hands delicately touch and roam your body, he has never touched his prey like this before but there was just something about you so intoxicating. He spent so long trying to catch his Doe and he's going to take his time.

You're soft body underneath his calloused scratched up and bloodied hands. You could hear his breath heavy and rugged underneath the wooden wolf mask. He practically drools at the sight of you, as if you were fresh meat.

You flinch, feeling the cold point of the blade gently tickle your skin. Lycan cooed at the pathetic quiet sob that left your throat when he gently dug the tip of the knife into your tummy just enough to draw blood.

You heard a gravelly purr from his throat as he lets go of his knife for just a moment bending down. You felt his rough tongue lapping at the blood before giving his mark a little kiss. You swore you felt sick when something hard pressed against your thigh.

"Your blood is Delicious~ I wonder how your flesh tastes like"

With all your strength you punch him, your knuckles burning as it connects with the wooden mask and his face.

When Lycan loses his grip you took action slipping your would from under him, kicking him off of you. Lycan's mask slides loose. Getting a full view of his face. He howls in fury, showing his sharp teeth, as you scramble to your feet.

He chases after, hunting knife in hand, slashing through the forest, eyes filled with an unknown emotion. You ran as fast as you could ignoring the burn of your breathless lungs.

You swore your heart stopped when the killer grabbed your leg, bringing you back to the ground with him. You struggled against him wanting to break free from his grip, to no avail. He was bigger and stronger than you.

You scream in pain when He digs his knife in your lower leg. He takes a piece of tying your arms behind your back

"No. More. Running."

He takes his knife pressing it against your neck.

" I should kill you now..."

He hesitates for a moment before pressing the knife harder the skin breaking underneath the sharp blade tears rolling down your face bracing yourself for the end...

"... but I don't really want to."

He has been so long stalking you in the shadows waiting, plotting how he should kill and string up your dead body. However, the idea of killing you became less and less appealing to him... he began to see you as something more than just prey... he loves the fire in your eyes. he loves the Expressions you make, from you're frightened face To you're sweet smile. he loves how soft and delicate your skin is. And. he. LOVES how you dodged his swings and got free from his grip. He's never had so much fun on his hunting trip before...

He could never take something that brought him so much joy

He stands up throwing the knife to the side. Loosening his belt before wrapping it around your neck.

" it's no proper collar but it will have to do for now..."

His sweet little doe... he could look at that frightened face for hours.

He grabs your tied up arms dragging you along with him.

" you will be nice company for me a little cabin pet..."

" Doesn't that sound exciting Doe eyes?"

He looks back at you giving you a crazed smile.

"Don't worry... I'll take good care of you like a good husband"

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Thank you for reading!

Stay tuned for next week!

Where you get not one but two treats!

An old friend whom you thought you could trust has ulterior motives. Behind that innocent smile is a Trickster... he already knows you love him just quit the act!

And

You move into your first home everything is perfect, however not always peaceful something more sinister has taken a liking to you... he has been alone for so long wont you keep him company? Once he holds on he will never let go.

#smut #oc:cole #blood tw #cutting tw #violence tw #knife play tw #oc x reader

[ifidiedinadream]

your fantasy sounds way more fun. care to elaborate??

I can elaborate now finally (my bestie decided to take me to the mall and movie theatre and i've just got home)

Basically I was thinking he could surprise me by buying some new knives and testing them out on me while I ride him. All while telling if I don't satisfy him enough he will use the one I like best to kill me with.

seems like you had a nice day 🥰🥰

okay okay okay im into this 😳😳

#fantasies #knife play tw #blood play tw

[murderbled]

🔪 but in a spicy way you know

☽ HOLD A KNIFE UP TO ASTHORA - accepting // @crimesought ☾

Asthora looks at Cassian with a a heavy gaze, lust and excitement swirling within her amber eyes. He knew just how to spark her desire from a low flame to an all encompassing BLAZE. Lips curl into a smirk as she presses forward, a sharp hiss slipping from her as the blade bites into her flesh.

Fingers slowly wrap around Cassian's and readjust the blade - tip to column of her throat. She drags the knife down, leaving a small trail of crimson in its wake, until it meets the fabric of her tunic. A harsh TUG drags the blade through her garments and she allows their shredded remnants to fall away from her, her ample breasts on display for him.

❝ Do I need to do the rest ? Or would you like the honors ? ❞

#crimesought #.* feverish prayers on cracked lips ( answers ) ` #knife play tw #( this was a fun one c:< ) #usfw

[brooklynislandgirl]

💞 It was often said by the other Luna's that Chris was pretty clumsy. While not exactly false (his repeated clashes with varying doors) in the kitchen he was as graceful as a classical musician. With his magic levitating a few pans and cleaning them, he was able to finish cutting a few cakes. Each slice perfect, no doubt due to years of practice with various cutting knives. His eyes look to Beth with a small smile, "Hmm? Do you have a thing for knives?"

Jurassic Asks || The Lost Meme

There are things that Beth doesn't really talk about, even with Chris, because doing so seems to make them more real than they already are, insurmountable if she lets them, and because she very well knows her own flaws and she doesn't need people to either make fun of her or ~more likely with him~ pity her. One of those things is how she needs to be able to see someone's mouth, hands, and eyes when it comes to conversation; microexpressions and lip-reading to make up for the fact that she doesn't always hear things the right way and needs more context to make her best guess rather than to continually ask someone to repeat themselves, and hands because...words lie, touch does not. Chris doesn't realise how beautiful his are, how expressive they can be, telling stories that he doesn't always notice. When he uses his magick, he is a conductor and the world is his orchestra. He makes art out of food and even Beth is tempted by his creation even though food often feels like a chore rather than a pleasure or a sustenance. She's watching them now as they pare away the extraneous, watches Chris become a sculptor, and maybe her skin gives a little too much away. The depth of colour, the heat she feels pulsing in her face, her ears, her head. "I mean...not generally, know. I know how f' use dem t' prep-cook. Know how f' use dem to defend myself, for ritual work, for lots of kine. I t'ink dey are beautiful an' deadly an' elegant. Take much more passion an' resolve as a weapon. Mo'...personal."

Wording this is difficult. "Sometimes...sometimes I feel everyt'ing. Sometimes...not enough. It's da kine. Weird. I guess. But...really gets me in some dark places, da idea of bein' a livin' canvas...have designs grazed into me. Life flows up in shades of red. Beautiful. An' requires a great deal of love an' trust to let someone do dat to ya, even if I sorta kinda cheat? I heal fastah dan Wolverine. No scars, no pain if I don' wanna feel it...I dunno. Mebbe. I guesso?"

She bites her lower lip, brows furrowed, and shame creeps into the back of her throat. "Dat...dat boddah you, doesn't it." He thinks it's a gross paraphilia. She doesn't blame him. It's all just so complicated. She...she should have laughed it off and pretended not to hear his question.

#bewitchingbaker #Happy Like an Old Time Movie|Chris Luna #Dance until Dawn|Chris and Beth #Lovin' Spoonful|Original verse #Painted Desert Moons|Arizona #Lost in Translation || N F S W #knife play tw #blood play tw