#TW: Knife play

[nastyaromatherapy]

can we get dark ethan where he takes reader’s virginity through non con? sorry if this request is too dark only if you’re comfortable with it 💜

Unwanted encounter (18+)

Ethan your econ partner, loves the idea of taking your virginity.

pairing - ghostface!ethan landry x cheerleader!fem!reader

one shot length, 2.2k+ word fic

warnings: non con, first time, minimal knife play, hair pulling, creampie, reader is smart w an airhead personality, pervy ethan

read more cut isn't working so sorry for that 🌚

Your professor partnered up you and Ethan for an Econ project. Ethan at first, was not at all thrilled. You were popular, didn't care much about grades, and had the douchiest boyfriend.

He on the other hand, actually wanted that A, and didn't have many friends outside of the core four. He wasn't that close with them either. You wanted that A too, he just wasn't aware of that. He already created a version of you that was untrue in his mind.

But when the day finally came, and he was over at your house, he realized how wrong he was about you. He realized that you were actually really smart, nice, and funny. You actually had a personality.

He asked to see all of the research you've conducted, and you showed him pages of notes. "You're smarter than you look y/n," he teased. You rolled your eyes at him. "What's that supposed to mean?" You asked, taking offense. "I mean you look like the average cheerleader that's fucked more then half of the football team."

You gawk at him and his incel driven ignorance. "I haven't even fucked my boyfriend on that team," you corrected, annoyed. "I'm a fucking virgin- you know nothing about me." He went silent not knowing what to say, but the thought of you never being taken like that before made him throb in his jeans.

"Fuck I'm sorry, it was just a joke." He apologized, voice getting quieter the more he spoke. "Joke," you repeated, clicking your tongue. "Just get the fuck out of my house, my boyfriend 'll be back soon. He's not going to be too happy with you here. He doesn't like dogs on the bed," you snark, pointing to the door.

He looks at the ground and apologizes under his breath again before leaving the room.

Your boyfriend didn't come home. He texted you, "Gonna be out a little later than usual, emergency with the guys." You believed him, Ethan knew he was out fucking some girl. Guys like him can't live with abstinence.

Ethan sat at home, jerking off to videos of you on the sidelines in football highlights. He groaned whenever your skirt lifted up when you jumped, exposing some of your dark navy panties.

He had to know how it felt to be inside you. How tight you would be, never been stretched before. He imagined your moans, begging to be slow your first time, loving the way he impaled your cunt.

He pumped himself faster, getting closer to the edge, imagining his hands were your soft, delicate ones. Then his mind wandered to other places, how would your lips feel, wrapped around his tip? He came just at the thought, shooting ropes onto his grey sweats.

He just had to feel you, he had too. So, he put on his black robe and mask, the one he planned to use to execute Sam, Tara, and the rest of their friend group with. But today, he had other plans.

He creeped to your rich boyfriend's house, seeing you in bed reading a book in the window. You were listening to god knows what with your airpods, bopping your head to the music while highlighting pages of the book. He gave your phone a ring, and he watched you doubled tap the earbud to answer. "Hello?" You asked with that sweet voice of yours he relished in. "Hello y/n," he asked using the voice changer. "Hi!" You respond bubbly and obliviously.

"Watcha listening to?" He asked huskily. "Ariana Grande," you giggled out. "Who's this?" You ask the mystery caller. "Oh only your biggest fan," he replied, voice smooth. "I look forward to seeing you every game, you're my favorite." You blush at his creepy compliment, continuing to annotate the quotes in the book. "Thank you, I work hard. But seriously.. who are you?" You repeat.

He chuckles to himself, "What? You want to see me? Want me to show myself?" You shake your head giggling, unaware of the danger coming your way. "No, I just need your name." You said.

"Need," he repeated. "Y'know what I need at a time like this? A warm cunt I can stretch out," he groaned. Bewildered, you check your phone to see who called, no caller ID. "Uh, what?" You awkwardly chuckled, growing uncomfortable.

"You're a virgin, right y/n?" He asked. You nodded, unaware you were being watched, but you did it subconsciously anyways. "You ever thought about it? Getting fucked by a cock?" He asked through the phone. "Of course I have. But it's never been the right time, y'know? I want my first time to be special."

As you spoke Ethan snuck his way into the house, making his way towards the room where you basked. "Trust me," he spoke, breath heavy. "It will be," he finished, stepping his way into your doorframe.

You screamed out, scared, shaking uncontrollably. "Oh my god! Get the fuck out I swear to god, my boyfriend will be back soon, and he will not be happy with you." He tilted his head, knife in hand. "And you think he's happy with you?" He asked, plunging onto the bed, mounting the top of you, struggling to hold you down. He started to graze the blade of the knife against your jaw. "Every weekend," he drags out, still using a voice changer through the mask. "He goes missing. He goes to the sorority house and knocks up a couple of sisters."

You tear at the news, not wanting to believe it. "You're lying!" You spit, trying to escape his grasp to no use. "No, doll. I am telling nothing but the truth." You reach up to try to pull the mask off to no use, he pinned your arms down onto the bed. He sighs and gets up off of you, pointing the knife at you so you stay put.

He places a camera on the dresser, facing the bed. "What'd you say we get back at him, hm? We make him a little movie, and he see's how good I fuck you?" He said, climbing back onto the bed. You cry, "Please no." You shake your head with tears streaming down your red cheeks. "Please fucking yes," he mocks, reaching up your nightie.

You gasp when his gloved hands grasp your body, making their way up to your breasts making you whimper. "Your boyfriend ever touch you like this?" He asks. You shake your head a no in response, sniffling a little.

His hands moved down to your delicate lacy panties, slipping them off swiftly. You gasp as the cold hair hits your pussy. He takes the gloves off of his hands and tossed them onto the floor before toying with your folds. You weren't soaking but you were getting there, wetness dripping out of your pussy.

He attempted to slip a finger inside but you were so goddamn tight. You whined having nothing ever been in there before, not even a tampon. He finally got one in and you moaned out, kicking your foot a little. "Easy," he whispered, trying to make room for another finger. You were much wetter on the inside then out. "Please, if you want to live just s-stop. My boyfriend will actually kill y-" You were cut off by your own moan when he slips in his second finger.

You moaned at his big fingers, extremely sensitive. "No, stop- Ethan," you moaned out. His face shot up when you said his name. You noticed his reaction. "You don't even have to hide it," you said breathily, chest heaving. "I've never told anyone I'm a virgin." With that he slips the mask off, revealing his cute but devilish face and sweaty curls. He bit his lip and curled his fingers deeper inside you making you screech.

You shook your head a no as you felt yourself grow close, but your body was going against your protests, molding itself against his touch. "Ethan please s-stop," you pleaded as your thighs started to clench. Your hips completely contradicted your words, bucking into his fingers before letting out a final scream and secreting fluids onto his fingers and your sheets. He inhales before leaning down and sucking your clit, extending your high.

You huff and puff, chest rising and falling. Ethan pops off of your clit and goes for your lips, kissing you. You don't kiss back, trying to retract your lips as much as possible. You couldn't deny he was a good kisser, but he broke into your house and fingered you against your will, and made you orgasm.

"Come on, baby," he grunts into the kiss. "You can't deny I'm the best you've ever had." You shake your head when he finally pulls away. "You're the only I've ever had! Please Ethan, I love my boyfriend, I don't want this." You cry, but he keeps groping you through your dress anyways, making you throb again. "Well maybe I don't care what you want. I care what your cunt does." He says, kissing at your neck as he continues to toy with your heavy, cloth covered tits.

Your nipples grew perky and you moaned as he sucked on that sweet spot on your neck. He left a mark on your neck and pulled away, then he started to pull down his pants. After that he took off the whole costume, leaving him naked on your bed. "You look so sexy in that dress, but you're going to have to take it off." You shook your head a no. "No?" He mocks. He picked up his knife from the side. "Guess I'll have to cut it off." Your eyes grow wide, not wanting to ruin the expensive gift from your boyfriend. "No!" You yell, stopping his actions. "I'll take it off," you say weakly, pulling it over your head.

"Good girl," he cooed. "God you're beautiful." He groans, pumping himself in his hand, eyeing your pretty, dainty tits. "Come on, try it," he urged, guiding your hand to his length. You wrapped around him perfectly, hand more gentle than his own. He groaned as you jerked him, feeling disgusted with yourself. On your boyfriends bed, giving your econ partner a handjob.

He groaned and grew more desperate, needing to be inside of you more than anything. He removed your hand from him. "Turn around," he spoke, motioning you to face the headboard. You choked on tears, complying worriedly. He pushes your face into your pillow and guides your ass up. He grabs the knife and grazes it along your back, making your spine shiver.

"Ethan please, we can forget about this, I swear." You beg, but it doesn't stop him. Ethan teases your opening with his tip making your mouth agape. You involuntarily start to push back against him, scooting your ass back to meet his cock. "Slut," he remarks, slapping your ass cheek leaving it a bright red.

He grips your ass with his hands, making you suck in air a little, before he pushes in a little more than the tip. You groan at the stretch, face contorting uncomfortably. He let you adjust a little, only using the tip for a solid minute. "Ethan please stop, it hurts s'much," you whined. "Hurts? I'm not even halfway," he chuckled out, continuing to fuck you with his thick, pink tip. You cried, stomach bubbling up from the stimulation.

Your wetness seeped onto his cock, making it easier for him to ease his way all the way in, slamming his hips against your ass making you bite your pillow, screaming into it. "That's it," he whispered, slowly thrusting in and out of you. You moaned into the pillow, arching your back.

He grunted and started to get rougher, slamming his hips against yours, every thrust making the bed frame hit the wall. He gripped your hair and pulled your head out of the pillow, your face covered with tears. You moaned, gripping the sheets behind you while taking him from the back. You felt yourself getting close again, stomach tightening as you felt the sensation of having to piss. He felt you clench around his length and whispered in your ear, "Cum on my fucking cock, slut."

In response to his words you screamed out as you came around his cock, leaving a creamy ring around his base. He let go of your hair, letting you collapse back onto the bed. He continued to hold your ass up, continuing to hit it roughly, groaning at every one of your throbs. You started to salivate a little against the pillow due to your excessive whines.

He wiped the sweat off of his forehead while panting, getting close. His thrusts through sloppy and less uniformed. "Gonna breed this pussy, and you're gonna wish I was in you every second of every fucking day," he spat out, huffing and not being able to hold back any longer. With a final thrust, he came deep in your cunt, shooting spurt after spurt inside you. After he pulled out, his cum dripped out of you followed by the sound of flatulence.

You laid there and didn't even realize how much time has passed. Ethan disappeared through your window that was now open with his camera with everything documented. Through the window, you saw lights of a car, and soon your boyfriend stumbled in, eyeing your cum dripping cunt.

[bloodibambiidoll]

Rafe & Weird!GF have 100% tasted each other's blood. Just sayin'.

Oh absolutely 100%. Blood kink/tasting, knife play, bondage. 18+MNDI

You tasted Rafe’s blood after he got into a fight. For you of course. Some dickhead at a party at his house had the audacity to put his hands on Rafe’s girl. He was already having a shit day so he kind of lost it. He obviously rocked the guy’s shit but he got one good punch in and gave Rafe a bloody nose. But afterwards? You’re perched in his lap all sweet, holding his face in your hands while you stare at the blood dripping from his nose in almost a trance like state. You couldn’t help it, you leaned forward to glide your tongue across his bottom lip, tasting his blood.

“You tastin’ my blood now? Guess that makes you my little vampire bat then, huh?” You almost expected him to be grossed out but you don’t even realize that at this point there’s hardly anything you could do that would freak him out. He fucked you until you were boneless that night. Even gave himself a lil cut on his bicep for you to lick on.

When Rafe tastes your blood? He has your hands bound behind your back with your ass in the air and your cheek smushed into the mattress. He has three fingers knuckle deep caressing the inner walls of your dripping wet cunt as his other hand slowly and skillfully carves his initials into the fat of your ass. When he finished the final curve on the ‘C’ he learned back to admire his work, a devilish smirk painted on his lips that you couldn’t see.

“Look so fuckin’ pretty like this baby.” His hand landed a harsh smack on your opposite asscheek before he was leaning down and gliding his tongue across the crimson wound. “My good little slut all marked up and branded, just for me.”

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Knife Play

Request: Yes / No Kinktober Day 11

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F.P Jones x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1234

Warnings: SMUT

Summary: You and your boyfriend are in your twenties and decide to role-play

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I sat in the comfort of my bedroom, which had a soft glow from my lamp. I was finishing some paperwork as I talked to my friend on my phone. I reached out to my nightstand to grab a pen when I heard the sound of a door closing. I froze, I lived alone… 

My heart started to race and I quickly excused myself from my friend. I walked over to my door, pressing my ear to it. All I heard was silence, so I shrugged. I played it off that it was my mind playing tricks on me. My phone started to ring, thinking it was just my friend calling me back, I picked it up. 

“Hello?” I answered. 

“Hey babe.” I heard and my eyes widened. 

“FP?” I asked, quietly. 

“You look so pretty in that nightgown… Are you wearing anything underneath?” He asked and I gulped. 

“W-What?” I stuttered and he chuckled. 

“You really think you could just walk away?” He asked and I gulped. 

“I-I’ll call the police.” I said and he laughed. 

“I need you to listen to me very carefully, you’re gonna walk down to the living room slowly. You’re gonna run and I’m gonna catch you. If you don’t come down, I’ll just come up and get you.” He said then hung up. My heart was pounding and I could feel tears start to form in my eyes. I thought about climbing out the window, but I knew he’d find me. The next best thing is to block the door and call the cops. I step towards my desk chair, but suddenly felt a blade pressed against my neck. 

“Shhhh, behave now.” He shushed me before I could scream. 

“I told you to listen.” He cooed in my ear. 

“Please, don’t.” I begged. 

“Listen to me, alright?” He said and I slowly nodded my head. 

“Good girl. I want you to lie down on your bed and stay there. Don’t you move, scream, talk, nothin’ unless I tell you to.” I nodded once again and he slowly removed the knife from my neck. I did as he asked and lay on the bed, but didn’t let the tears fall. I looked up at FP and watched him get on the bed, tossing the knife to the side as he pinned me down. 

“You really shouldn’t have fuckin’ left.” He mumbled as he ran his rough hands up and down my thighs. He stopped at the hem of my underwear. 

“You wear this just for me?” He asked as he pulled them down. I was trying to get him off me by pushing his shoulder, but he was stronger. 

“I have a-” 

“Not anymore, I took care of him for ya.” He cut me off with a smile. 

“What are you doing this?” I sobbed, trying to get away from his touch. 

“I love you, so much and you just had to leave. I knew I’d find ya, but it’s still annoyin’” He said and I kept trying to push him off. He flipped me onto my stomach and lifted my waist so my face was pushed into my pillows and my ass was in the air. 

“You’re bein’ a fuckin’ brat.” He growled. He pulled my underwear down and smacked my ass with one hand while holding my waist still with the other. He forcefully spread my legs and smacked my wet pussy hard. I let out a yelp, but he rubbed my clit with his thumb to soothe me. He pressed kisses to my cheek and I tried to move my face away. 

“You don’t like my kisses?” He asked, leaning in again to give me a few more. I scrunched up my face and tried to move away. 

“Gonna make you feel real good baby. I’m gonna make my little pussy cream all over my cock.” He said, grabbing the knife and bringing it back to my neck. He pulled himself out of his boxers and started to line himself up. 

“I would stretch you out a bit first, but you’ve been a naughty little bitch and you’re already drippin’ for me.” He said, I could hear the smile in his voice. I screamed as I felt his fat tip press against my entrance. 

“Shhh, it’s only the tip.” He muttered, slowly easing himself in. I finally felt his tip pressing against my cervix. 

“It’s too big! Too much… Too big…” I hissed, squeezing down on his cock. I could hardly move since the knife was at my throat. 

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, fuck I missed this pussy.” He grits through his teeth as he starts to thrust. I whined and tried to pull away from his grip. 

“Keep cryin’ baby, it’s only making me harder.” He grunted, and my tears continued to stream down my cheeks.

He was pounding into me now. He was going hard and fast, I wished I could grab onto his shoulders or hair as he repeatedly hit my sweet spot. 

“Stop FP!” I whined. He hushed me, by tossing the knife onto the bed against and covering my mouth. 

“I should cum inside you, knock you up that way you’ll never leave me again.” He breathed out, letting go of my face only to wrap it around my neck. 

“No! No, please! Don’t FP!” I cried out.

He let go of my neck and threw me back down so I was pushed into the mattress again. He gripped my sheets and grabbed the knife again. 

“That’s the knife I used to take care of that boyfriend of yours.” He said, gently scraping it down my back. He used his other hand to start rubbing my clit. 

“I’m Cumming!” I moaned, my body arching as I gave into his touch. I could feel my skin breaking under the knife. 

“That’s it, baby, cum all over my cock.” He encouraged. I shut my eyes tightly as the white-hot explosion consumes me. 

“Atta girl, see? I knew you could be so good for me.” He thrusted once more hard and deep, shooting his load inside me. I whined at the feeling and he groaned. 

He pulled out of me, pushing two fingers inside to keep his cum inside. He leaned down and bit my right ass cheek. I let out a little scream then he flipped me onto my back. He gently dragged his knife down to my thighs and started carving a little FP into my inner thigh. I tried now to move around too much, but I let out a little whimper of pain. 

“There we go, all mine.” He smiled. I could feel the exhaustion taking over, but he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. I heard him toss the knife to the floor and he moved to cuddle me. 

“How ya feelin’ darlin’?” He asked and I gave a small smile. 

“So good, the killing of the boyfriend was a nice touch this time.” I said and he chuckled. 

“Glad you liked it.” He said and kissed my temple. 

“Now you relax, we gotta take care of that little mark I gave you.” He said and I groaned. 

“But I’m tired.” I said and he chuckled again. 

“I know. You just lay there and look pretty, I’ll do all the work.” He said and I smiled, letting the tiredness win and my eyes gently shut.

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Sick

pairing: otis x afab!reader

summary: after weeks of being held captive by the family, otis finally takes an interest in you

warnings: smut, object insertion, oral sex (m receiving), knife play, unprotected sex, marking/branding, blood, no pronouns used but it's implied reader wears a skirt, otis calls reader 'mama', mentioned kidnapping

a/n: so i took a quick break from requests to write this because this motherfucker has had me in a chokehold for the last few days. anyway, ima go back to working on requests now

i'm only mildly embarrassed to have written and posted this

also, this is my first time writing for otis so if it's slightly out of character i apologise

word count: 1425

"What're you lookin' at?" Otis was pointing his knife at you from where he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you.

"I'm not looking at anything." You answered, unable to keep your voice from trembling as you shook your head.

The rope around your wrists was beginning to burn, yet you could only focus on the burning that was elsewhere. It was probably the reason you shouldn't have been looking at him, because you couldn't see yourself getting any form of release anytime soon.

"Hey!" He said, bringing your attention back to him. "I said...what're you lookin' at?"

"I'm not looking at anything." You said again, this time with a little more surety.

This only seemed to amuse him, eliciting a quiet laugh from his throat as he stood up. "See, I think you want somethin', Mama."

You shook your head again, your skin beginning to feel unbearably hot as he approached, his fingers still curled around the handle of the blade.

"I think you got yourself a little problem down there." He smirked, pointing the tip of his blade between your thighs.

All you could do was squeeze them shut in response, squirming in the chair slightly as he chuckled.

"You want me to play with you?" He teased, running the knife over the top of your bare thigh. "Huh?"

"Yes." You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut as he continued to drag the blade along your skin.

You watched in silence as he pulled the knife away, turning it around in his hand, before sliding the handle between your thighs. You flinched when you felt the cool metal graze your bare pussy, and it brought another quiet laugh from him as he edged the knife closer.

"You like that? Huh? Do you?"

"Yes." You breathed out, nodding your head frantically.

A quiet moan slipped past your lips when you finally felt the metal part your folds, the sensation only slightly uncomfortable.

He moved the weapon back and forth a few times before suddenly pausing. "Now, if I let you outta this chair...will you be good for me?"

You nodded, shifting your hips a little, desperate for any kind of friction.

"If you try and run, this knife is goin' straight through your throat. Got it?"

"Mhm, got it."

They'd been holding you in this house for the past month, only ever dragging you outside to take a piss. And over the weeks, you chose to spend your time watching him──the tall, pale skinned man with the magnificent eyes. The man who you later discovered was named Otis.

You wouldn't run, even if he hadn't threatened you. You were too intrigued by him, too drawn to him. It was a stupid move to let them keep you here willingly, but you simply couldn't help it. Curiosity had taken over and there was no chance of going back.

"Alright, come here." He ordered, once he'd untied the rope, leaving you free to move as far as you wanted.

But you moved towards him, your legs suddenly feeling weak as you set one foot in front of the other.

"On your knees."

Again, you did as he said, carefully sinking to your knees in front of him.

You could've run. You could've used his leniency against him and tried to get away. Yet here you were, waiting on your knees for your next command.

Oh, how far you had fallen.

You almost flinched when he unzipped his jeans, the sound startling you back to reality.

"Now, I think you can work out your next job pretty easily, right?"

"Mhm."

"I can't hear you." He said, raising his voice slightly.

"Yes."

"Then get to it." He urged, hurrying you along, waving his knife beside your head. "I don't have all day."

You did as he said, wetting your lips as you carefully curled your fingers around the base of his cock. The fact that you had spent days thinking about this was sick. He was one of your captors, and you were revelling in the fact that he was allowing you to touch him.

You couldn't tell if this was the result of being held here for so many days, or if you were simply just that fucked in the head. It was likely the latter.

You could already feel a fire crackling in your stomach as you closed your lips around him, the sound of a groan falling from his lips sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

"That's it, Mama." He chuckled, lazily petting your head as you continued to move your mouth up and down his cock.

With every movement came another quiet groan from Otis's throat, and it only seemed to spur you on. You were determined to please him in whatever way you could. You may have just been another victim to him, but you were determined to make sure you'd be remembered for at least this.

His grip on the back of your head became tighter with every second that passed, all the while you were continuing with your movements over him, desperate to pull more groans from his throat.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ." He chuckled, his voice hoarse. "You are just too fuckin' good at this shit."

It wasn't long until you felt him twitch inside your mouth, his release coating your tongue. And you fought back a gag as he kept your face held against him.

You couldn't help the quiet moan that slipped past your lips when he finally pulled you off of him, watching as you swallowed.

"Fuck!" He smirked, pulling his hair away from his face. "You are sick!"

You kept quiet, shifting uncomfortably on your knees, the heat pooling between your thighs becoming near unbearable.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I suppose you want me to do a little somethin' for you now, huh."

Again, you remained silent, mostly because you weren't entirely sure you were supposed to speak yet.

"Do you want me to fuck you, (y/n)?"

"Yes."

"Well damn." He laughed, seemingly surprised by your answer. "I really shoulda tried you out sooner."

You waited in silence as he stared at you, still waving the knife around as he laughed.

But then the laughter stopped, and something seemed to shift in the room, before he suddenly pointed the knife at you.

"Alright, Mama. I want you to get on your feet and bend your ass over that chair. Okay?"

You nodded, standing up and doing exactly as he said, draping your arms over the back of the chair as you awaited your next command.

But it seemed there would be no command as you soon felt his hands gripping your hips, the cold handle of the knife pushing against your skin.

Seconds later, you felt him push himself inside you, and your knees almost buckled beneath you from the force.

He took no time in setting a brutal pace behind you, his hips slapping against you with each thrust, pulling strangled moans from your throat.

And you hated how much you were enjoying this, how much you craved it. You kept reminding yourself that he was your captor, that your only concern should've been how you would get away from him. Yet right now, in this moment, you were more than happy to let him destroy you.

You flinched when you suddenly felt the edge of the blade glide against your thigh, followed by the sting of the metal piercing your skin.

"You're mine now, Mama." He groaned, continuing his brutal pace inside you, the knife still carving lines into your skin.

He was sick. You were sick. And you honestly wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Fuck!" You cried out, digging your fingernails into the chair. "Please! God! Please!"

"I ain't no God, sweetheart." Otis chuckled, finally dropping the knife to the floor. "I'm the fuckin' devil. And you're lettin' him fuck your fuckin' brains out."

It wasn't long before you were reaching your own release, screaming his name as you came. You'd been gripping the chair so hard you'd broken your fingernails, your blood now staining the wood. And if it wasn't for Otis's grip on your hips, you probably would've collapsed.

"What'd ya think?" He asked, after you'd caught your breath, pointing to the bloodied skin of your thigh.

You could only really identify a couple of the letters, but it didn't take much to realise what he'd done.

"Is that your fuckin' name?"

"You bet it is." He smirked. "You're mine now. All fuckin' mine."

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Kinktober Day 3: Knife Play With Tara Carpenter

Warnings: Dom!Tara, sub!reader, fem!reader, knife play, blood play, fingering, slightly dark!tara, praise, allusions to further smut, PLEASE FOR THE LOVE IF GOD DON’T JUST INGEST YOUR PARTNERS BLOOD UNLESS STEPS FOR SAFETY HAVE BEEN TAKEN!

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The murders had changed Tara a lot. She found herself obsessing over locking the doors and her mind went to the worst posible outcome every time her phone rang. But the most worrying thing, in her opinion, was the fascination with knifes. And more importantly, the thought of cutting you with them, if watching your blood drop down your skin and on the shiny knife.

Tara was terrified to admit it, to tell you what she was fantasizing about. Scared that you’d look at her with disgust, or worse, fear. Instead, she found a more then willing partner to try anything because: ‘I trust you, more than anything.’

“Look at You,” Tara circles the bed you were laid out on. Your arms were held up above you with a rope, and legs egal spread with cuffs. You were completely bare, feeling even more exposed due to your girlfriend being completely clothed. And I’m her hand, was the large, shiny knife. “All laid out for me.”

“Please…” you whined as she climbed up on the bed.

“Please what? Please…let you go?” She ran her free hand down your side. “Please…fuck you?” She slid two fingers into your soaked core making you moan loudly. “Or please cut you up like the pretty little victim you are?”

Tara was pumping her fingers into you, causing you to completely forget about the knife until a sharp pain was felt on the valley between your breast. You gasped at the feeling, looking down to see the tip of the knife against your skin and just above it a small cut with small droplets of blood.

Tara pulled her fingers from inside of you, eyes still trained on the bit of blood. You watched intensely as she licked her fingers clean, and then leaned in to run her tongue over the small cut. You moaned at the odd mix of feelings. Her tongue provided some soothing pressure, but the sting of the saliva and the dull ache of the cut almost over powered it. Almost

“I don’t know what tastes better. Your cunt, or your blood,” her words had you moaning quietly.

Tara took the knife and slowly slid the knife down your body, every so often nicking you just to lick up the blood. Every time, your muscles would flex away from the knife just to flex up into the feeling of her tongue on your skin. Your mind couldn't help but think about how good it would feel if she went just a little lower to lick over your soaked entrance.

"You look so pretty like this," Tara mumbled. You had tears in your eyes and all of the little cuts had droplets of blood leaking from them. She wanted to climb back up to run her tongue along every crevice of your body, but she had a better idea on what to do.

Tara moved to lay fully between your thighs, bring the tip of the knife to the inside of one. “Don’t. Move.” Her voice had you completely frozen, and as the sharp feeling pierced your skin you stayed as still as possible. This time it took longer, Tara even pulling up the knife a few times just to push it back against the meat if your thigh.

“Perfect…” You looked down, unable to see what she was looking at on your thigh. Your girlfriends eyes however were locked with the TC carved into your skin, a good amount of blood leaking from it. She leaned forward to kiss the spot, moving up with kisses u til she got to your soaked core. “So good for me, I think it’s time for your reward.”

[tyxoxo]

Ylang Ylang

| summary: while being close to you and your family’s extinction, a promise needs to be broken to save the lives of your people

| pairing: fairyhunter!jeno x fairy!reader au w/fairy!xiaojun x fairy!reader (if you squint)

| genre: suspense, angst, smut, fantasy, multiple nct/wayv + aespa character inserts, jeno and hendery are brothers

| words: 11.6k

| warnings: murder, blood, torture, knife play, noncon smut + suggestive scenes, blackmail, exhibitionism, caging/imprisonment, degrading, unprotected sex

(this is purely fiction, warnings in bold mean potentially triggering content, everything is tagged accordingly)

a/n: @jenomov and i came up with this concept out of nowhere also, so massive thanks to them for the inspiration, ideas, summary, and endless brainstorming! they practically helped write this <3 also jeno’s look in the header is essentially how i envisioned him to look for this story but imagine him however you want 

playlist: 

livv? - ylang ylang

weatherby - fleeting frozen heart 

datfootdive - stars

alicks - 7 laps later

tame impala - one more hour

“C’mon Xiaojun, spit it out already!!” 

You teased at your loving best friend, shoving him playfully with a single finger as you watched him struggle to speak lucid sentences.

The two of you were in your favorite and most “private” hang out spot—in the trees on the outskirts of your shared village. Far enough away from the hustle and bustle of the community, but close enough for comfort. Though you tried your best not to drift into the terminology of “safety”, “danger”, or “warnings.” 

It was a sure way to initiate ill omens.

Both of your parents were aware of your shared infinity for exploring; venturing past the municipality limits. But as long as the two of you shrunk to “the size of a quail” outside of the village, they allowed you to bask in the wonders of blaring curiosity, to your heart’s content. Your species could never truly bring your guard down…

“Sorry…I just can’t form my words today.” He scratched the back of his head as he peered down at his lap, rustling the Crane's-bill flower crown perched atop his mauve hair in the process. 

“Since when do you ever really form your words?” 

This time you gave a subtle laugh to pair with your smile, hoping to ease his obvious discombobulation. 

“You’re right. I don’t.” 

His eyes met yours, his wings even twitching, which always signified when your kind was flustered.

He continued again, pulling at his own thumb as he drifted his eyes up to the newly blossomed tree leaves; an obvious attempt to avoid eye contact.

You could try to deny it for as long as you lived, but there was something within you that adored him more than he probably ever knew.

It was his tenderness, his soothing voice, his patience, whether it was those nights you stormed out of your house in search of him, as a form of solace from the constant nightmares of your genocide, or the days that you wanted to rant about your parent’s overprotectiveness (though they’ve eased up in recent years).

Anything you needed, he was there. And you always tried your best to do the same, despite having the feeling that he bottled up some of his troubles to keep from feeling like a burden himself.

“Well…I w-wanted to tell you, that I really appreciate you.” 

He gave up on his own finger trap, to tug at the bottom of his white flounce shirt, finally meeting your eyes again with another twitch of his translucent wings.  

“I appreciate you too Xiaojun, always.” 

You leaned forward, so light that you barely caused the branch underneath you to stir. He froze upon witnessing your close contact, only his brown irises lowering to watch as you took both of his hands into your own.

“Is everything okay?” 

You didn’t mean for your voice to come out in a whisper, but his stuttering had become more frequent, and this only made your thoughts whirl just as loudly as his.

If only you knew that he was on his way to confess his true feelings to you, if only he could get his mouth to work as fast as his brain, maybe then he could finally pull the weight off his shoulders.

But you made all of this difficult without even trying. His love for everything that was you, was infinite. 

Even your constant teasing.

And the glimmer in your eyes was no match for his composure, let alone the way you held his hands. 

You scanned his face in search of an answer, that definitely took too long for him to spill.

“Yeah don’t worry, everything's fine.” 

You tilted your head in confusion, wondering where this could possibly be going, knowing he was aware of your ever-so-apparent “what’s the deal” persona. 

He cleared his throat, and geared himself up for the revelation of a lifetime,

“I’ve been m-meaning to tell you that I really like you…that I’ve always dreamed of what it would be like to have this moment with you.”

You felt your wings twitch, more noticeable than his own. And the warmth that flooded your entire body could’ve lit the entire forest in a swarming blaze. 

“W-would it be crazy if I asked you to be mine—”

His lips seemed to come at a rest in slow motion, eyelashes fluttering in stark contrast as he heard your breath hitch in your throat.

Not even the sun’s rays that flashed through the white pine tree could’ve taken you out of your shock. 

You used what seconds you had left, to replay his confession in your head,

“…I’ve always dreamed of what it would be like to have this moment with you”

Xiaojun, your best friend since childhood, had always dreamed of this?

But the thoughts of responding were ripped away, as blood-curdling screams roared from the direction of your home. They weren’t light hearted nor playful by any means, and with the ability to hear great distances, the agony that bestowed upon your ears caused you both to wince in fear. 

Xiaojun turned his head to look through the leaves, skin turning pale upon hearing further destruction. 

Most of the branches obscured your vision, but it didn’t take much longer for the despair to continue. 

“They found us!” 

That voice, sounded like Karina.

And her frenzied words gave the answer—after two years of hiding, the hunters were back. 

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, the ability to breathe becoming a distant memory.  

You squeezed Xiaojun’s hand as you crawled through the thick pine, your best friend eventually grabbing your waist to stop you from venturing out too far.

“Stay back!” His hushed tone was never this turbulent, bringing all the more truth to the chaos brewing just a mile away. 

“We have to go help!”

“It’s too dangerous, I can’t risk you getting hurt!” 

Your adrenaline was too much for Xiaojun, as you managed to fight through his tight embrace or rather his hold on your longing to see your family and friends for what could be the last time. 

“Let me go! We can’t just sit here and do nothing!”

You attempted to gear your wings for flight as you broke through his hold, hands raking through the leaves to get a clear view through the sea of green.

As you hovered past the pine tree, a familiar being appeared to be flying this way, the telltale sign being the blush colored wings that matched the embroidered dress swaying through the win at high speeds.

It was Giselle. And upon getting a closer distance, you saw the blood spatter that painted her arms in fresh crimson. 

She was her natural size, like what your kind all chose to be while in the comfort of your home, and the only guess as to why she didn’t choose to shrink was the amount of energy it took to do so. She seemed to grip at her side as the blood continued to stain her silk dress, not once looking up at which direction to fly. Her Dahlia flower crown was nowhere to be found, something that she cherished more than anything in the world.

You had to help her, get her to safety within the trees, whatever you could to secure a better fate. But the constant screams kept you too terrified to react, and being out in the open like this was indeed risky. 

Before you could muster the strength to call her name, Xiaojun was behind you, the vibration of his wings filling your senses. He leaped at you once again, this time pulling you back towards the trees with labored breaths.

He couldn’t just do this to you…prevent you from saving a life, from saving not only your friend, but his friend too.

You managed a measly call of her name, knowing her advanced hearing would be enough. And successfully, she glanced up for the first time since her escape, to watch as you motioned for her to join together in the same tree.

Her face, lit up with hope, was the last sanguine expression to ever grace her face, as the all too familiar sound of a crossbow arrow being loosed from its quarrel sped towards her injured frame.

Your scream, one just as gut-wrenching as those that continued from your home, was muffled against Xiaojun’s palm as he pulled you back within the tree. You were forced away from any further intervention, forced away from burying your guilt.  

Giselle flung forward from the sheer impact of the arrow as it shot through her heart, her umber strands flying through the air in the same intensity; entire body falling face forward onto the red speckled bermuda grass.

You couldn’t look away, not while you witnessed her final moments—eyes drifting up to meet yours within her last breath, wings falling lifeless against her spine, and a faint smile from knowing you would be the last person she would ever see, instead of the hunters that were walking towards her. 

Your entire body shook against Xiaojun, trembling in fear that her killers would surely discover the two of you here.

“Fuck! Hendery I had her!” 

An unfamiliar voice, but one you would never forget, roared through the clearing that led to your dead friend. 

You never felt so much anger from a person before, someone that you could only imagine was seething at the teeth.

Xiaojun finally took his hands away from your mouth, allowing you to inhale as much as you could before they got too close. But he still kept his arms wrapped around you, fighting through his own sobs that hit against the back of your neck.

“No Jeno! I’m not letting you fuck this up anymore! Remember what Johnny said?”

Yet another unfamiliar voice, but you were able to put the faces with the names right as the two humans approached just meters away, barely appearing disheveled despite the chaos they just unleashed. Thankfully their lack of enhanced senses worked in your favor, as you and Xiaojun remained undetected during their inspection of the area.

The one holding the crossbow was Hendery. And the one to speak first with the serrated knife was Jeno. 

These had to have been the hunters your family warned about. For the two years since relocating to this new area, all of the last surviving elders made it their mission to describe these two, for if the day came that they scoured the land again, you would instantly know it was them. 

They were just as menacing as your parents described, especially the blonde, Jeno. 

Whether or not it was on purpose to instill fear within all of your kind, you were always taught to never underestimate him or his brother. 

The two of them could’ve passed as supernatural beings themselves—flawless skin, chiseled features, intimidating height, and the perfect build…you could’ve spent your time describing their otherworldly looks, but their tyranny overshadowed everything else in your mind.

Your breathing finally began to steady as you stared them down like hawks within the evergreen tree, watching with glossy eyes as they stood over Giselle.

Maybe it was the tactical black clothes they wore, or the shared onyx in their eyes. Either observation caused a shiver to run down your spine; they screamed carnage.

You and Xiaojun both jumped as Jeno sheathed the knife in his left hand into his thigh holster, the ear-grating sound bringing you back down to the harsh reality of your near-death experience.

“The others should be on their way any minute. Let’s go.” 

Hendery spoke again and pointed downward with his crossbow at Giselle’s lifeless body, signaling for Jeno to carry her now.

The blonde obeyed, but not without a  furrowed brow as he bent down to gather the fresh corpse.

You were sure his disgruntled expression was due to his brunette counterpart taking away his kill, and a part of you knew that his method of disposal would have been way more barbaric than Hendery’s. 

You felt sick to your stomach to admit that maybe Giselle didn’t suffer too much of an agonizing death, as an arrow to the heart was the quickest way to an end.

Jeno loves the thrill of a chase. Once he has his sights on you, his frenzy doesn’t stop… 

The warning that your own mother gave you stuck ever since she first told you. And it all made sense now: Giselle was part of the hunt.

The last you would ever see of her, was a delicate, lifeless body slumped over Jeno’s shoulders as the two brothers walked back the way they came. 

The two of you could’ve stayed hidden in the trees forever, passing the time by staring at the way the grass moved in the wind. Especially now that you had to face the aftermath of being found after such little time.

Xiaojun’s arms slowly unwrapped around your body, falling onto the branch in defeat.

You couldn’t help but fight back more tears as you looked back at him, eventually failing as you saw how red his own eyes were.

“What did they mean by “be here any minute?” 

You asked in a trembling tone, voice slightly breaking from the sobs that overtook your chords.

“I fear they’ll stay close by for a while, but maybe it’s a chance we’ll have to take to see what’s going on.”

His cool breath touched your lips as he spoke, and you could only give a nod. No amount of talking could take away the pain you felt. 

The two of you cautiously exited the trees, remaining in your shrunken size to stay undetected. 

You gave one last look at the grass below you, soaking in Giselle’s blood that splattered onto the now-soiled greenery. 

Xiaojun led the way, choosing to duck behind the trees along the clearing, as you did the same.

The area seemed too quiet now…

The wisp of arrows no longer filled the air, and the crashing of what sounded like housing structures were no longer drowned out by the screams of your family and friends.

Considering the two of you purposefully ventured out past the village limits, it seemed like hours before you reached the entrance to your once-forever home.

The destruction seemed picture-perfect to what your elders had experienced in the past.

Xiaojun reached behind to interlock your fingers with his as you both approached the gates. You could only let your wings carry you now, barely reacting to his physicality…the numbness had become too overbearing. 

No sign of life could be caught within your sights, only smoke and dwindling flames littered the landscape.  

Houses were barely standing, with sunken ceilings and crumbling timber.

Could everyone truly be dead? Even your parents?

You tried your best to peek over Xiaojun’s shoulder, trying as best as you both could to find your respective homes. And considering how small the two of you were now, the billows proved to be difficult terrain. You both covered your faces in defense of the embers, fending off the irritation to your eyes.

Xiaojun was the first to look towards what was left of your home, eventually dragging you along despite your best efforts to protect your eyes.

Upon stopping and hovering in front of your disheveled porch, it was obvious your parents were gone; though you didn’t want to think about the manner in which they were gone. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to rummage through the chunks of burnt siding, as every piece was scorching hot to the touch.

“Why even fucking bother?” 

Your anger began to overshadow your grief, and despite the fumes emanating off the burnt mahogany, you kicked at what remained of the entryway.  

Images of your parents flashed through your brain; undoubtedly giving it their all to fight back, not even caring that they would ultimately fail against them. 

They never thought about the aftermath of their bravery…going out in glory seemed like the best way to go.

Xiaojun could only choke back tears as he hovered beside you, knowing that no amount of condolences would render you healed. He wasn’t a ghost to this kind of pain either.

You were there for him when his parents found their end at the hands of the hunters years prior.

And he knew he had to do the same for you. 

“I’m sorry…” Xiaojun sniffled with a squeeze of your hand. You met his bloodshot eyes, blinking away yet another tear. 

Your focus soon shifted past your best friend, as your eyes drifted over to a familiar piece of pink flower nestled under a heap of singed plywood. 

Xiaojun noticed, and followed closely behind as you flew over to your discovery. 

Somehow saved from the flames, was Giselle’s flower crown. 

You steadied the speed at which your wings fluttered to keep the smoke at bay, and in one fell swoop of your hand, you held onto the only remnant of your dear friend. 

Maybe this is why your kind wore these, not only as a form of self expression, but for moments like this. So anyone gone, would never be forgotten.   

“We should go…” 

You were sure it pained him as much as it did you to not give a valid response to his shared grief, but staying here out in the open was suicide. You clutched onto the Dahlia flower crown as the two of you flew south, with no real destination in mind.  

Maybe a change of scenery or something less-desolate would clear your head. 

—

Jeno tried his hardest not to tear a muscle in his jaw as he clenched down with every exhale. 

He was left fuming ever since the end of their hunt. 

He knew why Hendery intervened, and the thought of someone trying to control his methods disgusted him.

It didn’t even matter if that certain someone was his own brother.

No one got in the way of his kill.

Although he wanted to body slam Hendery into the ground, all thoughts of getting his vengeance were cut short as Yuta and Sungchan were arriving to help load the bodies. The brothers were waiting just outside the village in a clearing, with high hopes that more fairies would cross paths with them in the process. 

Jeno passed the time by tossing his knife up and down in the air, purposefully avoiding conversation with his brother to bring more tension into the air. It worked somehow, with Hendery only kicking a few pebbles along the dirt instead of discussing how uneventful their slaughter was. 

Yuta and Sungchan eventually drove up in the shared sport utility vehicle courtesy of Johnny, that had definitely seen better days: waves of mud caked along the fender from transporting bodies to buyers all over the county, along with a few specks of dried blood on the front tire rims from a raccoon Hendery hit the other day.

The fellow hunters skidded along the rough terrain with the help of four wheel drive, successfully parking in front of the pile where only four fairies lay stacked on top of each other.

The sun was beginning to set along the distant horizon, seeming faster as the entire land lay nestled on a hill. That still didn’t stop the golden hour from illuminating the-now blackened blood painted along their lifeless bodies, even decorating a few of their ruined flower crowns like black ink.

Yuta was the first to exit the driver's seat, putting out his cigarette in the portable ashtray just beneath the car stereo. Sungchan followed suit, but not without towering over his comrade as they came to a stop to view the brother’s labor. 

“I feel like there should be way more than this…” 

Yuta’s crimson locks swayed in the breeze as he broke the silence, eyes darting from the bodies, then to the blonde, then to the brunette. 

He was sure such a statement would tick Jeno off, who’s excess pride always managed to bring home the most kills. 

“There’s definitely more out there. I saw a handful scatter south.” Hendery tilted his head in the direction as he kicked the final pebble over towards the pile of bodies.  

“Yeah well if you didn’t get in the way half the time, I would’ve gotten them.” 

Jeno spat as he sheathed the bowie knife back into his thigh holster. His dissatisfied expression only grew as Hendery scoffed in response. 

“What, you have nothing to say?” Jeno finally looked over to him, who’s tongue-in-cheek appearance was almost the final straw to his mania. 

“Can we just load these up already?” 

Sungchan, the timid pacifist, was the only one to stick to the task at hand, bending down to gather one of the bloodied corpses.

Yuta walked over to open the trunk as he texted Johnny with an update.

They each gathered one with ease, and despite being in their full size at death, all four managed to fit with a few pronounced shoves.

“Seems you went easy on them this time Jen…” Yuta took one final glance at the trunk, making sure Jeno heard his side comment before closing it. Based on the way Jeno slammed the rear passenger door, he succeeded. 

Yuta couldn’t help but light yet another cigarette as he put the car in reverse, even offering one to Jeno and Hendery who both declined with a shake of their head. 

It would take at least forty minutes before they reached headquarters, and anything to diffuse the obvious tension was worth a try.

— 

You subconsciously thanked whatever God that your kind didn’t need food and water as often as the humans who co-inhabited this earth.

If you did, the hunger and dehydration would’ve befallen you a long time ago. 

Neither you nor Xiaojun had eaten anything since the attack. 

It was now dark, and based on the abundance of nocturnal animals scouring about, it had to be late.

And unfortunately, the smell of petrichor began to fill your noses. 

Rain was definitely not your best friend while in this size or without proper shelter.

“Let’s stop here before it starts pouring.” Xiaojun guided you over to yet another tree, choosing to fly high up along the weeping willow for extra protection. 

He had become so steadfast in a small amount of time, and you were sure it was because of his familiarity with this type of tragedy. 

At least he was holding himself together better than you were. 

Each time you glanced down at Giselle’s crown, you couldn’t help but tear up. And the thought of potentially finding more along your journey scared you.  

Just as you nestled yourselves within the leaves, the rain began to pour and soon came the thunder.

Regardless of mother nature’s wrath, the comforting sound of raindrops hitting every leaf soothed away your stressors, as it did for Xiaojun. And not soon after, you found yourself laying back into his body for added warmth. 

He welcomed your embrace, and let his head rest on top of yours as the two of you tried to drift off to sleep.

Giselle’s crown never let you, perched just above as some sort of guardian that you hoped would watch over you for a lifetime.

“I love you.” 

Xiaojun’s whisper stirred you from your near distant slumber, and as you rose your head up, you found your lips just millimeters away from his own. 

“I love you too…”

—

2 years ago

—

“Sorry to cut the training short but I need everyone in my office now.” 

Johnny’s stone cold appearance into the gymnasium-sized training room caused everyone to freeze in place. Even YangYang, the newest recruit, had a hint of worry in his eye from what his boss could possibly want at this time of day.

The new offensive tactic he was learning from Hendery felt too liberating to be interrupted.

Nonetheless, all five hunters dropped their practice weapons, and began following through the halls of their headquarters. Jeno walked close behind, exuding annoyance with every step, followed by Hendery, Yuta, Sungchan, and YangYang, who all seemed less vexed. 

“Fresh meat” as Yuta liked to call the newest recruit, found the Brutalist architecture of the entire headquarters difficult to get used to. Nothing felt welcoming, but what could he expect from a group of ruthless hunters who’s only form of entertainment were killing or training? 

YangYang hoped that maybe he was jumping to conclusions, and that maybe they actually engaged in more leisure activities.

Eventually they made it to Johnny’s office. YangYang mentally recalled the first time he ever saw it, back when he was interviewed.  

Not much self-expression, or color for that matter; only strange and usual murals of taxidermied animals, and a few plaques of outstanding achievements in “Guerilla Warfare.”

The newest hunter felt awkward in the sea of black, not knowing if he seemed “lazy” for wanting to sit in one of the two chairs positioned in front of the carbon grey desk. Though, his pondering was short lived as Hendery and Yuta swiftly shoved between him to claim the only two seats.

Everyone except Jeno stayed in direct view of their boss, instead opting to lean against the wall with a few kicks to the fine carpet below. YangYang could already tell from his fifth day here that his blonde-haired comrade was the hothead of the group, intimidatingly so. 

“I called this meeting to discuss our sales…they’re unacceptable.” 

If only YangYang had known that this wasn’t the usual topic of a meeting, nor was it a common issue, though he did notice that everyone had their undivided attention, especially considering Johnny’s succinct tone. 

Yet there was a hint of relief in the hunter’s exhale, as there was no way he attributed to whatever poor sales his boss was referring to, when he’s only been here for less than a week.  

“I wanted to wait and see if maybe there was a mistake in my counts before pulling you all out of training, but it’s quite obvious that we’re down 20%.” 

Based on the way Sungchan and Hendery dropped their heads, the news was transparently bad. And despite the amount of bodies in the room, the atmosphere grew cold in the span of a heartbeat. 

“I don’t understand, we’ve killed thousands. How is that bringing us down?” 

Yuta was the first to speak after what seemed like minutes; eventually sparing the room of awkward silence. He leaned forward in his seat with intrigue, ultimately showing concern that was shared across everyone’s faces. 

“Precisely. It’s not the numbers, it’s the method.”

Johnny leaned far back in his chair with a cross of his hands over his abdomen—typical posture for someone trying to keep their composure.  

Was there confusion? Definitely. So much so that Hendery finally raised his head with a dumbfounded expression which might’ve garnered a slap from his displeased boss, though the thickness of his chestnut bangs spared him of the reprimand. 

“With each receipt that I get, there’s been a pattern...some sort of complaint.” 

Johnny paused to grab the binder in the corner of his desk that housed all of the “receipts”, eventually flipping it open to show the large stack that could barely stay organized due to the lightweight paper.

“Specimen AG — parts not salvageable due to maiming of thoracic cage and surrounding viscera…

Specimen BH — parts not salvageable due to debasement of intestines, including prolapse…”

The list seemed to go on and on—fifty pages worth to be exact, and it wasn’t until Johnny read the sixth one that the group of hunters finally caught on to the stress brewing within his chords.

“There’s a reason we don’t use bombs or any explosives, but based on the condition of these bodies, doesn’t fucking matter if we do!”

Johnny slammed the binder shut; seeming to resort back to his previous posture with equanimity. 

His voice barely above a shout, surely to get louder if no one spoke up soon.  

“But there’s one thing I won’t do, and that’s babysit. I have way too many important things to take care of while you guys are out there. So you all need to tell me what’s going on.”

“I might have a clue…” 

YangYang’s peripherals shifted to Hendery, who was the second to speak with a brief raise of his fore and middle finger. 

“I don’t think it helps that there’s someone in this room that likes to go overboard with their methods.”

YangYang was the only one to scan the room for the person in question, and eventually his suspicion bloomed upon setting his sights on Jeno.

He would never forget his first day hunting, nor would he forget the lingering smirk that painted Jeno’s face with every kill. 

Each fairy met their end in the most gruesome way possible, and somehow even his own brother had less sadistic methods to his madness. 

Limbs torn, torso’s gutted, throats ripped…

That was one way for Jeno to distinguish himself from the more quick and painless deaths of his counterparts. 

Easily…

“You piece of shit…” 

Jeno’s bark was just as hefty at his bite, and snapped YangYang out of his recollection. 

Thankfully his laconic response was towards Hendery. 

“I should’ve known.” 

Johnny produced a heavy sigh as he leaned forward to put his head in his hands. 

“Jeno you’re one of the best hunters i’ve ever known, you and your brother both. But you can’t do this. I’ve had countless buyers not only documenting but telling me that the parts are too mutilated…”

Johnny’s tone surprisingly stayed neutral, but the disappointment in his face didn’t falter.  

“Why criticize me for doing what we are trained to do?” 

Though Jeno remained still against the wall, it was evident his fists were clenched inside the pockets of his combat pants to resist the urge to punish his brother for “snitching.”

“They can’t possibly buy that junk Jeno!”

“Okay, next time I’ll just sit out and let everyone do the work then.”

Jeno’s solution to the problem was only a smart-ass response, one that tensed the room more than it already was. 

“Everyone seems to understand but you…”

—

Present

—

[0900]

Two hours of laying in bed with his eyes open when he could’ve been doing something more productive ate away at Jeno’s soul. 

Perhaps the best way to take his mind off the disappointment from yesterday’s hunt would be to train, even better if he could do it alone.

Considering it was still early, he was sure that could be arranged.

He couldn’t stand to hear the soft “tick” of the analog clock any longer, eventually rising up and navigating across the dimly lit bedroom; being especially mindful of YangYang’s crutches that lay in between their separate beds.  

Just a few weeks ago he sprained his ankle while training with Yuta, and never heard the end of it from the red-haired bully. The teasing was warranted, as his clumsiness made him miss out on the second hunt of his career. 

Before YangYang was recruited, Jeno was lucky enough to have a room by himself, but for the past two years he’s had to share. And despite his constant gripes with Johnny over that decision, there had been no changes in his room and board. 

Thankfully, YangYang wasn’t as much of a headache as he thought he would be. 

Just as Jeno reached for the doorknob, he was interrupted from YangYang’s awakening. 

“How was yesterday?” 

His groggy morning voice was a far-cry from his more upbeat tone that tended to blossom throughout the day. 

“You didn’t miss much.”

Jeno refrained from turning his head to address YangYang’s curiosity, and as a result, missed the frown that littered his face.

“Guess that makes me feel a bit better about being a klutz then.”

YangYang had grown accustomed to Jeno’s uninterested personality and expected nothing in return: no reassurance nor words of encouragement, but it still left him feeling cold as Jeno exited the bedroom with a harsh slam of the door. 

—

After freshening up in the bathroom, Jeno eventually walked through the maze of minimally designed hallways, with the constant reminder of how the entire building matched his current mood—arid, dull, and grey.

The gymnasium was just off in the distance and past Johnny’s office, which he suspected to be empty.

But to Jeno’s surprise, it was occupied by not only his boss, but an unfamiliar person. 

Their voices still seemed hushed to a low volume as Jeno decided to pause just past the partially open door. The brief glance Jeno gave in between wielded a weak observation of the boy, but just enough to know that there was no way he could survive here—he looked barely old enough to even drive. 

“Even though you still have yet to gain experience in the realm of hunting, I think you’ll be a great new addition to the team Jisung. We have plenty of approachable people here who would be more than happy to assist you on your learning curve.”

“Such a relief to hear that.”

The voice matched the ingenuous appearance of the boy, and somehow Jeno already had an irked nerve creep under his skin from the thought of gaining a new inexperienced “co-worker.”

“Due to tight restrictions on sales and making sure everyone gets equal pay, you’ll probably be the last hire, but I'll make sure we get you trained to expectations in no time.”

Last hire? 

Jeno immediately fell into the depths of suspicion. 

There was only one possible meaning in Jeno’s eyes: and the answer was replacement. 

The mere thought of deception plagued the mind of the seasoned hunter, and to such a degree that he could’ve easily torn down the door and stormed in to give both of them hell. 

If anyone saw Jeno now, they would see a raged monster—veins pulsed along his arms and down to his fists where he aimed to punch the wall nearest to him. The impact from his knuckle to the grey wall proved to be successful, and no amount of sting could’ve prevented him from giving another punch. 

Of course they heard it. And he didn’t want to stick around to see their faces when they came out to check. The self- control Jeno possessed, would ultimately spare the two of his wrath. 

The thought of training no longer sounded appealing; only real damage…real blood, could diffuse his anger. 

And no one could stop him from killing the way he wanted to. 

Not even his own brother, that just so happened to unveil himself from his shared room with Yuta. 

Hendery was just beginning to start his day, having already decided to sharpen his crossbow arrows, as training with them weakened the aluminum overtime.

He heard the loud “thud” just as he opened his bedroom door, and to his surprise, Jeno was storming off in the direction of the courtyard.

Something had to have bothered him, especially to the point that a large dent was made into the plastered wall on the other side of Johnny’s office.

Did he have an impromptu meeting? 

As Hendery began to jog towards his impetuous brother, he heard the creak of the office door, but couldn’t bother to look back at who appeared from inside.  

“Jeno! What’s going on?” 

His call yielded no response, and it seemed like miles before he got in arms reach of him.   

Just like Hendery predicted, Jeno made it to the frosted glass doors of the courtyard, violently pushing them open to the point of almost cracking the inorganic material. 

Hendery managed to lunge forward, ignoring the voices of Sungchan and Yuta in the distance as he cupped the back of Jeno’s shoulder.

“What the fuck’s going on?! Stop!” 

Without conscious thought, Hendery’s reflexes erupted from the center of his body, branching out towards his limbs to forge protection from the sudden backhand Jeno tried to give with his left hand. Hendery adjusted his footing to keep from falling backwards, but it seemed that he had to be one step ahead to handle Jeno’s blind rage. 

Sungchan and Yuta halted side-by-side, just in time to see Jeno practically attacking his own brother, with the first strike barely missing, though another seemed to be winding up from his right hand.  

“What could you possibly do, huh? I’m getting fucking replaced!” 

Sungchan was the first to look at Yuta with confusion as they heard Jeno’s explosive response. Even from their position at the doors, they could see every contour of Jeno’s muscles contract along his arms, with veins bulging against both sides of his temple as he seemed to hold back a snarl. 

Regardless, the two hunters felt relieved to know they weren’t the ones trying to console an absolute maniac. 

They knew better. 

“What the hell?” 

Within minutes of the brawl, a flurry of bodies appeared at the door. Johnny rushed down the steps after uttering his shock, followed by Jisung—and in the process of his first appearance, earned a scoff from Yuta as he brushed past. YangYang was the last to reach the ensemble, teeming with frustration at his inability to get accustomed to his crutches. 

If any outsider saw the scene before them, they would question if there was any proper authority amongst a group of murderous men. 

“Jeno! You have to stop!” 

No amount of pleas from Johnny could tear the two brothers apart. And whether or not it was to make a good first impression, Jisung lunged into action to separate them both as best as he could.

With the assistance of Johnny, who was undoubtedly stronger than the three combined, the heavy strikes to each other's bodies eventually ceased…followed by bruised cheeks, puffed lips, and labored breaths that flooded the hostile climate. 

Clearly, Jisung made the mistake of keeping his hands glued to Jeno’s shoulders as he rose from the dark granite rocks, shoving away the unwarranted contact. 

“After all these years of me outperforming everyone you’ve ever known, you’re going to throw me away?” 

He spat in Johnny’s face, even bucking towards him without shame before turning his attention back to Jisung. It was clear that Jeno wasn’t done, and Hendery’s intuition seemed to outshine everyone as he noticed his brother gearing up for another strike. Maybe it was the fact they were both bound by blood, as the two were always one step ahead of each other’s intentions. 

Despite the pain burning at his body, Hendery put himself in between Jeno and Jisung, yet again taking another punch, this time for someone he hadn’t even propely met. 

He took the brute force of Jeno’s knuckles, with plenty of newtons to make him stumble back. 

Jisung barely had time to flinch, but the aftershock left him feeling indebted towards Hendery. 

“I don’t want to lose any of you! If you came to me in private, I would’ve explained, but instead you go absolutely insane thinking he was your replacement?!”

For the first time, Jeno let his fists unclench with a harsh grimace. If it was to hide his disgrace or combat the raging headache, no one would ever know. 

Johnny stepped closer to Jeno, seeking out a valid response, but he was met with an ungracious exit. 

Hendery held onto his aching cheek as he watched Jeno walk away, presumably to never come back. 

His final act of longing to reach for his brother was interrupted as Johnny spoke,

“Just let him go…”

The entire courtyard turned to silence as Jeno pushed past his two comrades at the door, eventually disappearing in the adjacent hallway. 

Jisung was surprised to find that even after all of the chaos, Johnny remained calm. How? 

—

“Xiaojun…Xiaojun wake up! Do you hear that?” 

Off into the distance and below the same tree you both had been sleeping in for the past night, you heard the sound of flapping wings. 

Through the breeze, you couldn’t discern if they were from your kind or an animal, but you desperately needed a second set of ears to assist with your discovery.

After rubbing your companion’s arm, he finally awoke, albeit at a snail’s pace. The flapping stopped just as he stretched his upper body, and it didn’t take a genius to realize your disappointment.

But there again, you heard the high frequency sound of those same wings down below. 

This time Xiaojun heard it, and even his eyes grew an astonishing amount,

“I hear multiple sets of wings…do you?” 

Maybe his advanced hearing fared better than yours considering your lack of proper rest, but after concentrating enough with closed eyes, you heard it too.

“We should go check.”

You wondered if Xiaojun felt like risking his life yet again, but if this was anything like you hoped, then there was a better chance of survival with more than just two to a team.

He agreed with a subtle nod, and stayed close behind as you both crept towards the edge of the weeping willow. 

You paused before going any further, deciding to reach back and grab Giselle’s crown as it was practically your security blanket. 

Once you reached a safe distance, you scanned the twilight sky for any signs of aerial life. But that observation was soon forgotten as four pairs of living bodies were flying across the fescue grass. 

Myrtle, Canna, Red Flax, and Black Pansy rested atop each of their heads and you immediately recognized them.

Karina, Jaemin, Renjun, and Winter. 

You clutched Giselle’s crown close to your chest as you dove towards them, almost forgetting that Xiaojun was right behind you. 

Their hearing proved to be just as fruitful, as they each turned in the direction of your swift flight. 

Their faces, lighting up just as bright as the peeking sun over the horizon, gave you all of the strength in the world. They seemed to be alive and most importantly well considering the disaster that befell the community just two days ago. 

No words were spoken, just tears of relief as an assembly line of embraces filled the atmosphere.

Due to your excitement, you didn’t notice that they too had flower crowns, with Karina being the one to carry all three. 

Chenle, Ten, and NingNing. 

You felt a tight squeeze on your heart as you eyed the only evidence of their unforgettable beauty, but to see remnants of their existence was more than enough closure. 

Winter was the first to speak as you hugged her last, 

“I can’t believe you both are here! I’ve been crying ever since we made it out.”

She kept one hand on your shoulder as she used the other to rid the tear trailing past her chin. 

The abundance of emotions even managed to make Jaemin tear up, as he was someone who never cried. 

Karina seemed to keep her eyes trained on Giselle’s crown nestled in your hand, and as her lip began to quiver, you immediately rushed over to hug her again.

The two were inseparable—sisters who never missed the opportunity to experience life’s wonders together. 

You knew no amount of words would take away the pain, but you hoped that your affection would forge an era of healing. 

Based on her steady heartbeat and the collective encircle everyone decided to share, you knew it would happen eventually. 

“Have any of you seen my parents?” 

You waited until the group hug dispersed before asking, as you needed a solid look at each of their faces for any signs of an answer.  

The silence was deafening, but unfortunately more than enough to answer your question.

“I can barely recall what happened. Everything seemed like a blur…” 

Renjun’s statement garnered a collective nod. Nonetheless, you simply appreciated their existence as it didn’t seem like there was much left. 

—

Jeno had finally found a reason to keep going.

There, in a clearing upon chance, was the source of his thirst.  

Had the fight with his brother not happened, he would’ve missed the six fairies huddled in a circle amongst the teff grass. 

They seemed delighted in their reunion, albeit shaken up from recent events. 

Despite Jeno’s lack of supernatural abilities, he could still sense the wariness looming over their pitiful bodies…he could still feel the magnetic pull that drove him to be their absolute nightmare.  

If he was a dog, he would be salivating, shamelessly so. 

Ever since storming away from the courtyard, Jeno rushed back inside towards the training room to grab all of his signature weapons, along with any other utilities that would be of good use for his inevitable soul-searching. 

Considering Sungchan was quite intimidated by him, he doubted the tall lanky hunter would mind if he took some of his homemade smoke bombs.

Might as well make use of what’s here…

Jeno had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to go back home, especially now that he saw you. 

An absolute spectacle, perfect to use as an example of why your race was so  weak…so obsolete. 

Maybe it was the way you cautiously scanned the clearing ever so often, or the way you tugged at your opposite forearm to calm your nerves. 

Nothing stood out more than your doe eyes—even more gratifying if he was the reason they widened in fear. 

He clearly missed the opportunity to see that fiery emotion the first time he scoured your home. 

Now he couldn’t let the chance slip away. 

As he readied the smoke bomb in his left hand, his own eyes shifted into something sinister, like daggers ready to gouge at your delicate figure.  

A toss was all it took to unleash chaos, and though the plume of white smoke covered your initial shock, Jeno knew he would see more of you, eventually.

It was like muscle memory how effortlessly his throwing knives flew through the air, hitting three in quick succession, spurts of scarlet shooting from their collarbones, tainting the ground yet again at the hands of a homicidal aficionado. 

Their cries of pain were melodic, practically a sextet of symphony that grew louder the closer Jeno got.

Just like he had planned, you were unscathed, attempting to assist one that collapsed from his attack. 

There was something different in the way you gathered your arms to lift him, something special in the way you practically ignored the obvious face of danger to make sure he felt your presence. 

Jeno wasn’t the only one that noticed—the two that lucked out from the assault called your name, practically begging you to save yourself.

But based on the caresses you gave this frail boy, you would rather die than leave him.

How was it possible that a surge of jealousy brewed within his chest just as quickly as your selflessness?

—

Jaemin and Karina continued to shout your name as they made their way towards the weeping willow trees. 

Besides them, you were the last one standing.  

Every hit replayed in your mind upon impact.

Renjun, Winter, Xiaojun—with every blink, their bodies flailed from the sheer power of the flying daggers. The wisp of each knife was just too fast for your hearing.

You couldn’t let your world stop, not with Xiaojun gasping for air as the knife protruded from his neck. He needed you, and even if he didn’t survive, you begged him to be the last person you saw.

“I’m r-right here!” 

You attempted to wrap your arms around his upper body to drag him away, but each attempt only garnered more of a struggle. 

Specks of blood continued to paint his eyelids, with blotches of purple spreading where the knife lay buried. 

The only sounds that managed to escape Xiaojun’s quivering lips were labored sobs, and the determination to reassure him began to crumble beneath your feet. 

All thoughts of an escape melted away as you heard the sheath of a knife coming out of a holster.

—

Your eyes fluttered open just as fast as your wings, though there seemed to be something restricting the full momentum at which you could generate flight.

The feeling of cold metal gave you chills all throughout your body, and the realization of where you were made you feel even colder.

You were full size, surely because the stress you endured however long ago was too much for your body to endure. And somehow, there was a cage large enough to fit you as you hung from the ceiling like a lantern. 

You gave up on trying to keep your wings stimulated as it constantly hit the black steel bars holding you hostage. None of that mattered anymore as you took in the setting before you. 

A wooden shack, rusted tools leaning against the walls, and the same dome-shaped cages hanging from the ceiling, with your friends inside. 

They each had their own confines, but the only thing separating them from you was the lack of movement and familiar pulses within their chest. 

You slammed your eyes shut to focus on any signs of a heartbeat in case your eyes were deceiving you. 

Your hearing was substantial enough to catch two—Renjun and Xiaojun.  

It only took a second for your eyes to flood with tears as you realized Winter was silent…no sign of life in her once-rosy cheeks, no luster to her auburn strands, no apparent warmth to her skin.  

Everything was cold.

And the only lasting memory you would have was her body slumped in the cage—eyes staring blank towards the exit that was so close, yet so far. 

Jaemin and Karina were nowhere to be found in the garage-sized space, but you hoped to whatever god that they managed to escape. 

If they had, they were the last ones left.

There was no ounce of hope in your survival.

“Renjun! Xiaojun! Wake up…please!” 

Your hushed cries were just enough to wake Renjun as he lay cramped in the cage. He was slightly larger than you in stature, so you could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt as his wings failed to even twitch inside the metal bars.

He grimaced before raising his hand to touch the wound on his collarbone. Blood has pooled underneath his Victorian blouse, ruining the once pearl-colored fabric.

The dagger was out, and thankfully his body generated enough clotting to seal off the gash. The same could be said for Xiaojun too.

He shifted once more before scanning the room, eventually settling upon your crying eyes.

“Where are we?”

He choked up the same curiosity your own mind had garnered, though your wishes for a proper answer were slim to none. 

“I don’t know…just please try and wake Xiaojun!” 

Renjun was closest to him, merely centimeters away.

Just as he slivered his arm through the bars to shake at Xiaojun’s shoulder, he froze upon seeing Winter.

Your eyes whirled over in the same direction, but you regretted every blink spent on viewing her lifeless body; you were sure Renjun felt the same. The pain emanating from his expression told you so.

As he fought through his blurry vision, you focused your attention back on Xiaojun, who miraculously began to shift within the cage. 

Despite his brutal awakening, you couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful he remained through all the chaos.  

He winced from the stinging in his collarbone, blaring his ivory teeth that were just as bright as the moon, and just like Renjun, he too was stained all over.

The way his eyes immediately fell upon you would’ve made any flame last for an eternity. 

You would give your life for him.

The chance to do it would be soon, crashing down like a comet that would scorch your entire body in a blaze.  

A few clicks of what you assumed to be locks chimed throughout the room, and  there standing in the oak doorway was the end to your existence. 

Jeno.

To no surprise, he stilled in the door frame with heartless eyes, gleaming with the satisfaction of his catch.

He captured four of you on his own and could’ve easily taken two more. 

He stood in silence for what felt like fifty pendulum ticks, probably deciding how to execute each of you. 

Regardless of the fact that you were his prey, and prey were never meant to stare into the eyes of their predator, you couldn’t look away.

You had gotten a good look at him when his brother killed Giselle, but seeing him in this state made all the more difference to the stories your family told of him. 

He stood in similar black attire, with plenty of tactical accessories to compliment his status as a hunter—a knife holster on his left thigh, a belt assembled with the same smoke bombs he used earlier, and a few throwing knives tucked into an ankle holster on his right side.

There was a reason he was the most brutal one of them all. 

It didn’t take a lot to kill your kind, but it made his job more enjoyable if every method imaginable could be used.

Your trailing eyes proved to be a mistake, and your upcoming death all the more damning because of how flawless he appeared in front of you. 

His looks were even more deadly up close. Your eyes could’ve melted in their sockets at the sight of his sharp jawline, or even his cheekbones that heightened the electricity of his blue eyes. 

Maybe dying at the hands of someone so unbearably perfect would make the sequence into the afterlife a little less daunting.   

It was just a shame he wouldn’t make it quick. 

Finally you closed your eyes, only using your hearing to verify that his footsteps were coming towards your own personal cage. 

Your entire body flinched as you heard him unlock it and swing the door back, the gust of air rustling your eyelashes, forcing you to open your eyes wide.

He barely had to maneuver his body to wrap one hand around your entire waist, pulling you out of the cage like you were a feather from an owl.

You were nowhere comparable in size to him—the entire length of your body was easily a difference of a foot or more but your attention to those details were the least of your worries. 

The aroma of bergamot and cedarwood filled your nose, stemming from his neck and chest. Each beat of his pulse seemed to push the scent further into your senses, intoxicating enough to distract you from the fact he slammed you into the adjacent wall.

Your entire head recoiled against the weathered hardwood, causing your vision to multiply. It wasn’t until you felt his calloused hand wrap around your throat and lift you meters above the floor, that your sights finally settled. 

The cyan in his eyes had shifted to cobalt, though the diameter of color seemed to disperse as his pupils dilated. It was enough to make you wince, but showing fear would only fuel more desire.

“Please don’t…” 

You barely heard Xiaojun’s sniffled cries in the background, as the trance Jeno put you in was too much to decipher anything else. 

He continued to speak for you, but it didn’t seem to garner any second thoughts in Jeno’s mind.

You wished to be some sort of sacrifice; a guaranteed exit for what was left of your friends. There had to be something you could do to warrant that. 

The only other possibility was actually right in front of you, though you shuddered at the thought of breaking such a promise.

You were never one to plead for your life, but that seemed to be the only viable option to please the sadist in front of you.

With one final gulp that seemed to get caught in between his palm and continue down into your stomach, you brought up your hands to wrap around his own. 

His snarl only grew more intense as he watched, and there you saw a beast unleashing.

You opened your quivering lips, making a pitiful attempt at appearing even more pathetic than you already were.

“Take me…not them.” 

Just as you expected, he forced you forward by your neck, only to slam you back against the wall. It was definitely rougher than before, enough to make your brain feel like it would pop out of your skull. 

This time he stepped forward, using his chiseled thigh to separate your twisted legs.

His face was merely millimeters away from your own, and the coolness of his breath hit your lips like a blizzard.

You wondered why he didn’t verbally challenge your need for survival, but the reason was evident once you felt his groin make contact with your torso. 

He let his length speak for him. 

And with every squirm that you gave, it  continued to twitch under the confines of his combat pants. 

What you assumed to be the tip poked right underneath your breasts, and with that came the realization of how minuscule your kind truly was in comparison to his. 

Your eyes attempted to follow his other hand as he reached for his prized bowie knife attached to his left thigh. The brief yet ominous sound of it being unsheathed caused Xiaojun and Renjun to rustle in their cages.  

From where you were positioned, you could see Xiaojun just past Jeno’s shoulders. 

During this entire ordeal, you kept your eyes away from him, as the indignity of the situation was too much for your soul to bear. But now that it seemed your death was near, it was only right that you gave Xiaojun one final look of goodbye.  

You shifted your eyes over to the one person that remained with you through it all. 

Through your peripherals you could see the glimmering metal rush towards you, but instead of feeling a sharp twinge of pain, you felt a rush of cold. 

You could hear Xiaojun and Renjun’s breath hitch from afar as they both realized too that you were completely bare in front of them. Your clothes had flown off to the side, shredded from the sharpness of his trusted blade. 

Despite the coolness in the air, the warmth emanating from your core served as an invitation for the monster prodding at your stomach. 

Your entire body began to tremble uncontrollably, maybe as some sort of coping mechanism for the humiliation brewing deep within.

“Look at me!”

Your teary eyed shifted immediately back over to Jeno as he bellowed out his command, the cluster of veins in his neck shifting as he clenched his teeth. 

Your shaking didn’t seem to help as he positioned the tip of his blade at your collarbone, pressing inward to break the skin. 

“Keep looking…just like that.”

He spoke again, barely above a whisper; his speech matching the slow tempo of the knife being dragged down the centerline of your body.

The pain was nowhere near the worst to be endured, surely it was sharpness of the blade that kept the stinging bearable. 

A trail of blood followed, a fine line that only stopped once the tip of the blade reached your clit. 

You jumped considerably at the contact, which was enough to slice the bundle of nerves if you weren’t careful. 

As you tried to keep your composure, Jeno stared deep at your struggling frame, marveling in the way gravity caused all of the maroon fluid to pool around your warm mound. 

“Did you think I would kill you so soon?”

Any means of a response were thwarted as he tossed his knife to the floor. 

You were shocked, as that seemed to be his most prized possession, but in mere seconds you realized why.

In two swift motions he finally let go of your throat, leaving you to stumble onto your feet and gain a few recovering breaths. You weren’t even sure how to stand on your own two feet anymore, as you’d grown so accustomed to being one with the atmosphere, flying so freely before any of this mess started.  

Your chances at running towards your friends to set them free were all in vain as you heard the harsh sound of a zipper and belt clasp being undone. 

The sight of his cock snapping out of his briefs was enough to make you press your back as far back into the wall as you could. 

His length stood upright, with a glistening tip that managed to refract in the dimly lit room.

Time seemed to go slow as you watched his veins continue to pulse blood throughout his cock, keeping it just as red as your flushed cheeks. 

Precum dripped like a broken faucet with a distinct patter as it continued to hit the ground just as fast as your racing heartbeat. 

Your knees buckled as he used one hand to spread the clear liquid throughout his shaft in a slick up and down motion. 

He seemed to be sensitive already as he bucked into his own hand, trying his hardest to keep his self-pleasure to a minimum. 

You looked down to your feet to see that there were two puddles on the floor, one of your blood and one of his essence. 

The way they attempted to mix together kept your senses distracted, completely missing that Jeno stepped up to you with his pants at the ground and his tight shirt pushed up to his muscular chest. 

Your legs gave out just as he used one hand to grab at your hip, and the other hand to position his cock at your entrance. 

“First time I get to fuck anything like this…”

Your brief pleas of no were cut short at his pistoned inside you without warning, attempting to tear you apart without sympathy. The guttural groan he produced from his evil chords echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the walls louder than your friends screams.  

There was no way to respond to that, or to any of his actions for that matter. Not when you were being stuffed full, way past your limit. 

All you could do was cry out at the pressure as he came to a standstill. 

His mouth hung open in complete awe…somehow through his infliction of pain, you were wet. 

And the addition of your blood made the entry all the more gratifying.

He was barely a few inches inside, but he was already touching your cervix, and the bulge present in your stomach confirmed it.

Burning began to surge throughout your core even as he stood still to try and accommodate more for himself. 

“You can’t—nngh it’s too much!”

If he continued any further, you weren’t sure you would be able to voice your horror any longer. 

He was too enveloped in how tight you were to care; the pleasure way above anything he’s ever killed.

Your attempts to lift off his cock only made the burning grow and eventually, earned you more inches to try and take.

Now, both hands were on either side of your hips with a death grip strong enough to leave bruised handprints on either side.

You had no choice but to wrap both legs around his waist to alleviate some of the pressure. 

It wasn’t long before his groin finally made contact with yours, and shockingly you were able to breathe through all of the discomfort as he seated himself one final time.

The only thing keeping you grounded to reality was the continuous blood that seeped from your sternum and the grunts coming from Jeno’s drooling mouth as he began rocking into you at a steady pace.

You had long forgotten the others in the room—you couldn’t focus on that now or else you would go into shock. 

But it seemed the more rhythm and sounds that grew between your connecting bodies, the more inclined Jeno was to remind you of your broken state. 

You hoped the pleasure building within your core was strong enough to overshadow your guilt…the way he continued to hit every spot within your dripping pussy made you confident enough in that fact. 

Through it all, you couldn’t bring yourself to voice how full you felt. 

Your lips remained pursed together, sometimes even gnawing at the puffed skin to silence the sounds trying to escape your throat. 

It wasn’t until you and Jeno’s eyes met in sync, that a whimper managed to slip. 

Your eyes grew in horror, completely ignoring the skin slapping prodding at both of your ears. 

You failed, but it seemed to fuel every fiber of his being. 

He leaned forward to bury his face into your neck, allowing his tongue to paint a shiny picture along the side of your jawline. 

You whimpered again.

Like the puppet you were, you found your hands having a mind of their own, lifting to rake your fingers through the back of his platinum locks. 

“I could kill everyone you love, but you’ll still beg to take my cock…”

He groaned into your ear, tugging at your lobe for added effect. 

That was enough to feel a wave of disdained euphoria wash over your entire body. 

There was a band that seemed to snap at every nerve ending, causing you to squeeze your walls as tight as you could around his length until you came apart. 

Your back arched involuntarily, finally giving your wings a break from the wooden wall that continued to tear the skin open with every snap of his hips. 

“Fuck!”

He turned his head to roar against your cheek, hips slowly losing their rhythm the more your orgasm continued.

You voiced your displeasure with a whine as you felt him slide out of your weeping hole, only then did you realize that he wasn’t done with you.

He managed to face you to the wall despite how limp your legs were, and within seconds he was inside you again. 

This new position was even more intense than the last. 

Your hands grabbed at any crevice you could find on the wall for support as he drilled into you from behind.

Your eyes shifted down to see your juices splattering past his cum-laden pelvis, eventually mixing where the blood had turned black against the rustic oak floor.

“I’ll just keep you for myself, nothing more than a cock hungry slut…forever alone, taking everything I give you.”

His words stabbed at you worse than any knife. 

It was too late to self-loathe any longer. The deed was long overdue, as his own release was nearing.

You felt those familiar twitches deep inside your torso, coming all the way from his scarlet-covered cock. With one final snap of his hips, heat shot deep into your womb, coating your insides in milky white. The rest pooled against his groin, spilling onto the floor to join the rest of the filth the two of you created.

His animalistic sounds had morphed into more subdued moans that played over and over like a broken vinyl as he came down from his raptured high. 

Every word of caution from your family about Jeno seemed to be nonexistent now, because of you. 

You were nothing more than a toy for him to use. 

His exited you in a single breath, allowing your bruised body to slump onto the floor.

Convulsions soon followed as you felt his juices ooze out of your swollen hole. 

You were catatonic, barely even reacting to how shameless he was in fixing his attire. 

Only your hearing guided you to what he would do next. 

Maybe it was in your favor that your eyes were stuck facing the door, away from the eventual slaughter of your friends. 

You heard Jeno pick up his knife from the floor and walk over to what you presumed to be Renjun’s cage first. 

The rustling of the metal grew just as loud as his hysterical cries.

But there was something else in the distance that you could hear, outside of the cabin. 

Footsteps.  

They grew in speed until a brief stop. 

Luckily you were facing the door, hoping for some sort of savior.

It couldn’t have been Jaemin or Karina, as you would’ve heard the flutter of their wings instead. 

Through your frozen state, only your eyes could widen as you heard the door crash open. 

There standing with frenzied breaths was…Hendery. 

“Jeno I’ve been looking every—”

You watched as he dropped his hands, eyes scanning the sickening scene in front of him. There was a deafening pause, where you hoped the last bit of humanity rested within Hendery. 

You could only listen as he lunged at Jeno with a scream.

“You can’t fucking do this!!!” 

There was an obvious power struggle, enough to knock over various items in the cabin that crashed to the ground, but not enough to make you flinch. 

“Stop!! Jeno—”

Another pause, and this time you heard a knife enter someone’s skin. A rupture of what sounded like muscle tendon rang through your ears, followed by gurgling.

Time seemed to slow down as Xiaojun and Renjun entered your vision. 

Without a second thought, they lifted your broken body into their arms, a collaborative effort considering your current state. 

It was then that you saw the aftermath. 

Jeno was sprawled on the floor in a pool of his own blood, with his knife peeking out of his neck. 

The entire struggle was the claim of a life. But through it all, Hendery had set you all free. 

Your tears seemed to match that of the dark-haired human as he fell to his knees, mourning the loss of his brother by his own hands. 

A lasting memory that was etched into your mind instantly. 

Soon, the smell of petrichor entered your nose and then came the moonlight that illuminated your skin.

As the two of them flew up into the sky, you felt Renjun place Winter and Giselle’s flower crown into your arms as you were carried to freedom. 

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[corrodedhawkins]

For your kink series: some CNC with knife play?

CNC & knife play: Part eleven of the Eddie kink series

Content warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) language, knife play, consensual non-consent (rape fantasy, lots of “stop” and “don’t”) safewords (stoplight system with hand gestures), slight blood play, degradation, rough blowjob, rough unprotected sex, crying, begging, brief anal play, slight breeding kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, aftercare.

Authors note: If any of the content warnings above are triggering for you please skip this one.

You wake with a start, eyes snapping open to find a man looming over you. Before you can scream, he slaps a hand over your mouth, leaning in to whisper into your ear.

“Shh. Don’t make a fucking sound.”

He sits you up, moving in behind you to press you back against his chest, one strong arm slung around your middle to hold you still.

Something shiny glints under the light from the street lamp outside filtering through the window. It takes you a second to figure out what it is. Then it it’s you. A knife.

Eyes widening, you struggle to get out of his hold, screaming behind the man’s hand pressed against your mouth.

He holds the knife to your throat, shushing you. “You move an inch and you’re dead, do you understand?”

You whimper, tears starting to flow down your cheeks.

“Do you understand?”, he asks again with a growl.

Nodding, you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing more tears to fall.

When he grazes the tip of the knife over your cheek you flinch, hissing as it nicks your skin. A few drops of blood trickle out from the small cut, gathered on his fingertips.

He stops, tapping his fingers three times against your arm, and waits for your response. When you tap his thigh three times in reply, he continues.

“I’m going to move my hand. If you make a sound I will slit your throat”, he warns.

You nod in understanding, the remaining smear of blood on your cheek mixing with your tears.

He slowly removes his hand from your mouth, almost waiting for you to scream. When you don’t, he brings his blood covered fingers to your lips.

“Suck”, he orders.

Doing as you’re told, you suck his fingertips into your mouth, cringing at the metallic taste of your own blood.

“Good”, he practically purrs. “Keep doing what you’re told and I won’t have to hurt you.”

Shaking your head, you babble. “Please don’t hurt me. Just leave. I—I haven’t seen you yet, you can just go.”

“Shut the fuck up”, he growls, twisting you around with a hand on your jaw to force you to look him in the eye. “There. Now you’ve seen me. Let’s have a little fun.”

You look up at the man before you, brown eyes with long brown waves dusting over his shoulders to match. From what you can see in the dim light, he’s wearing a threadbare T-shirt for a band you can’t quite make out.

“You’re so fucking pretty”, he murmurs, forcing your head to the side so he has access to your neck. He noses up your throat, biting harshly into the thin skin, earning a yelp. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

The bite on your throat throbs, and you try to wriggle out of his hold with no luck.

Laughing meanly, he turns you to face him. He uses the tip of the knife to move a piece of hair out of your face. You cringe away from him, whining as your eyes squeeze shut.

“Aw sweetheart”, he croons, tone sickeningly sweet. “There’s no need to be scared of me. I promised I won’t hurt you, as long as you do as you’re told.” He shoots you a wolfish grin, licking his lips as his eyes roam over your figure.

Wearing only a thin nightgown, you feel exposed under his gaze. You cross your arms over your chest instinctively, shielding yourself.

The man chuckles, grabbing your arms so they fall to your sides. “Why don’t you strip for me?”

Tears well up in your eyes again as you shake your head. “No. Please don’t do this”, you cry.

He sighs, waving the knife in front of your face. “Do it or I’ll cut it off of you.”

With a shaky breath you slide the straps of your nightgown off of your shoulders, letting the fabric fall and pool at your feet.

He gives a low whistle, trailing the tip of the knife over your skin softly. Starting at the middle of your left thigh, he moves slowly upwards, over the soft skin of your stomach until he stops at your breasts.

You hiss as he circles your nipple with the tip of the knife, the bud pebbling under the touch. He repeats the action to your other nipple, smirking as he watches it harden.

“Such pretty tits”, he murmurs, leaning down to squeeze one breast in his large hand, taking the other into his mouth.

“Please stop”, you sniffle.

“You cry so fuckin’ pretty for me.” He ignores you, reaching up to wipe away your tears with his knuckle, the blade still clutched in his fist inches from your face.

He turns his attention from your chest to your face, cupping your cheek with unexpected softness. “Get on your knees.”

“No.” You feel brave, looking him in the eye and standing your ground.

“No?”, he repeats with a laugh. “I don’t think you’re understanding me, princess. Get on your fucking knees.” He grabs you by the hair, the strands clutched in his fist, forcing you down to your knees in front of him.

He brings the tip of the knife under your chin, using it to lift your gaze up to him. “Take my cock out.”

With shaky hands you do as you’re told, realizing for the first time how hard he is under his dark jeans, his erection straining against the zipper.

The man sucks in a sharp breath as his erection springs free, the cool air of the bedroom hitting his heated skin.

“Now suck”, he instructs. “Bite me and you’re dead.”

Tongue flicking out to wet your lips, you lean in and take the head into your mouth tentatively.

“Go on”, he urges, the hand still in your hair pushing you forward, his length sliding deeper into your mouth.

He tips you too far and you lose your balance, falling forward onto his cock until it hits the back of your throat and slides beyond. You gag and sputter, hands reaching out in front of you to steady yourself on his thighs.

Three taps against your cheek startle you, quickly tapping his leg back three times when you realize what’s happening.

“You can do better than that”, you hear from above you. “Take me deeper.”

You try your best, taking him as deep as you can go, nose almost brushing the base of his cock.

With a heavy sigh, his hand tightens in your hair, forcing you down the extra inch or two until your nose is smushed into his pubes. He holds you there, your throat constricting around him deliciously.

Just when you start to panic, the need to breathe too overwhelming, he pulls you off. “Get on the bed, on your stomach.”

Face red and blotchy, you do as your told, sucking in much needed breaths as you comply. Once you’re on your stomach, he knees his way onto the bed behind you.

“Ass up”, he prompts with a harsh smack to your cheeks.

Rising to your knees, you try one last time to reason with him. “Please. You don’t-you can still leave. I won’t say a word, I promise.”

The man grabs your hips, pulling your ass into the air, the other hand pressing your head into the mattress. He hums thoughtfully, “hmm. No, I don’t think so. I need to try out this pussy.”

He pushes into you in one hard, quick thrust, setting a harsh pace immediately, never letting you adjust to the sting of him inside you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight”, he moans. “Knew I picked the right house. I had a feeling this cunt would be perfect.”

Groaning, you squeeze your eyes shut, taking the pounding as best you can, your hands fisted at your sides.

The sounds of his hips slapping against your ass and his low groans fills the dark room, making you cringe. You sob, the familiar feeling of your orgasm quickly approaching. You’re fighting it, clenching your muscles hard, but it’s no use.

“Did you just fucking cum?”, he asks, tone dripping with smugness.

You whimper, hiding your face in the covers as your tears soak into the sheets below you.

He grabs your hair, wrenching your head to the side. “What a fucking slut, cumming from getting fucked like a whore? I thought you said you didn’t want this?”

“I don’t”, you cry, still shaking from your release.

Laughing cruelly, his hips drive into you harder. “That’s not very convincing. You’re still pulsing around my cock and I’ve barely even touched you.”

Suddenly, his hand leaves your hair, instead grabbing your ass and spreading it open. His thumb drags through your wetness, bringing it up to press into your puckered hole, not yet breaching, just letting you know it’s a possibility.

Chest heaving, the mattress below you muffles your cries. “P-please stop.”

“P-p-please stop”, he mocks. “I don’t think so.”

His thrusts speed up, making sure to keep hitting your g-spot, grinding the head of his cock into it with every thrust. His thumb finally breaches you, hooking into your hole, his other four fingers splayed right under your lower back.

“M’gonna cum, I hope you’re on birth control”, he mutters.

Crying harder, you thrash around as much as you can in his hold. “No, please don’t.” You can feel your second orgasm building, cunt clenching around him.

“Oh, you little slut”, he growls. “Knew you wanted this. Come on, cum for me. Milk my cock.”

Your body betrays you, the stimulation to your g-spot paired with the finger in your ass is just too much, sending you into a powerful orgasm that leaves you shaking and crying.

He follows closely after, cumming inside you with a long, low groan.

“Eddie?”, you slur after a few moments, eyes adjusting to the light that now fills the room.

“Right here baby”. He cleans you off gently with a damp washcloth, wiping away sweat, blood, and cum.

“Shit”, Eddie hisses when he moves your hair away from your neck, finally getting a good look at the bite mark he’s left there. “M’sorry baby, didn’t mean to bite that hard.” He drops a gentle kiss right under the mark, his brow furrowed in worry.

Humming disapprovingly, you shake your head, “s’fine. Liked it. Feels all throbby.”

Eddie laughs softly, bending to kiss your forehead. He smoothes your sweaty hair off of your forehead, “you did so good for me, sweetheart. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

“M’fine, just need you.” You sigh contentedly, making grabby hands for him.

He grabs a bottle of water from the bedside table. “Drink a little for me first. Then I’m all yours.”

You do as you’re told, sipping slowly, the cool liquid soothing your scratchy throat. “Thank you.”, you hand the bottle back to him.

Eddie shuts off the lamp, crawling into bed beside you, wrapping you in his arms. You snuggle into his chest, fingers playing with the sparse hair on his chest.

“We should do this more often”, you murmur.

“Do what?”

“This”, you gesture into the air between you two, still pretty out of it. “Y’know. The knife stuff.” You’re already drifting before you finish your sentence.

“Noted”, he whispers. “Get some sleep, baby.”

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[tteokdoroki]

oh my god oh my god Xavier and knife play

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

i was wondering if you can write an art the clown x afab reader

so i have this thought that like reader is one of the people art was chasing down in the abandoned apartment and once he has them tied up on a chair, he notices the slutty costume with a short skirt they’re wearing and cant help but pull the readers panties aside and do as he pleases

reader doesnt know why they like it but they so. also maybe have art threaten them w weapons while he fucks them but doesnt actually use them

a/n: thank you so much for the request! i think i kinda went a little bit off base with this but i hope you like it! :)

pairing: art x afab!reader

warnings: smut, dark content, NONCON turned DUBCON, clowns, reader wears a skirt, threat, kidnapping, restraints, knife play, object insertion, gun play, branding

word count: 961

Your eyes felt like they had been glued shut as you attempted to force them open. Your head was pounding and when you finally managed to open your eyes, you were met with the sight of a dark room, a pressure surrounding your wrists.

Looking down, you found that your wrists had been tied to the arms of a chair, the frayed material of the rope rubbing against your skin.

You lifted your gaze back to the walls that surrounded you, and there was nothing but damp and rot. But when you looked a little further to the side, you managed to spot the clown leaning against the wall, a black and white painted face staring back at you.

And that was when it hit you, the memory of running, flashes of panic entering your mind as you stared at the menacing eyes of the clown, his black rimmed smile sending shivers down your spine.

Panic started to rise in your chest, and you desperately began pulling on the rope around your wrists, but all it did was chisel away at your skin, only worsening the burns that had been forming there.

And it was then that the clown finally advanced towards you, his eyes alight with excitement as he stepped closer.

But when he got close enough, you noticed his eyes skate down your body, stopping at the sight of the short skirt that barely covered your thighs. It didn't take much to realise what he was thinking, so you started attempting to push yourself backwards, your feet pathetically kicking out in front of you as you fought against your restraints.

Although it proved to be unsuccessful as you couldn't manage to move so much as an inch as the clown leaned over you, seemingly inspecting you as you struggled.

He paused for a moment, still staring down at you, and you flinched when he suddenly reached between your legs, his fingers hooking around the material of your panties before pulling them down, leaving them resting around your knees.

You were still struggling in your restraints, muttering quiet 'no's' as you tried to back away from your kidnapper, but it was no use as the clown revealed a knife, a sickening grin spreading across his face as he looked at you.

Your eyes went wide at the sight of the weapon, a scream becoming caught in your throat as you continued to push yourself further against the chair.

Tears were streaming down your face as the clown advanced closer, sliding the handle of the blade between your thighs, the cold metal grazing your exposed pussy.

You jerked away, but that only seemed to annoy the clown as he frowned at you, removing the knife from between your legs and turning to a black garbage bag nearby.

You watched as he rummaged around in it for a moment before finally unveiling a gun.

"Please don't kill me." You found yourself pleading, only managing to earn an amused smile from the clown.

He quickly returned to you, holding the gun in front of your face, the knife still held in his other hand. What did he even want?

"Please." You cried, shaking your head. "Please, don't."

The clown merely offered you a silent laugh, returning the knife to its previous position between your thighs, the cold metal once again brushing your clit.

He kept the gun held to your head as a warning, and he slowly inched the handle of the knife inside of you, the sensation of the metal becoming uncomfortable.

He seemed amused as he watched you squirm in front of him, pushing the metal further. Your head flew back, your hips involuntarily rocking into the knife, heat already pooling in your core.

A moan escaped your lips when he started moving the knife back and forth, the cool metal sending shockwaves through your body.

You wanted to tell him to stop, you wanted to scream for help or at least fight back, except you couldn't find it in you to try.

You were now grinding against the weapon, sinful moans tumbling from your lips and your pleas for help had died in your throat.

"Please." You whispered, your eyes screwing shut as you desperately moved against the knife, your walls clenching around the metal. "Oh shit...please."

The clown simply gave you a silent chuckle, thrusting the knife inside you at a quicker pace, lowering the gun away from your head.

You were practically begging him to keep going now, the pressure building in your stomach as he continued his movements against you. You didn't even care where you were at this point, you were just desperate to reach your release.

And it wasn't long until the fire that had been building inside of you finally exploded, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as you moaned loudly, your wrists pulling on the rope.

"Oh my God!" You cried out, your chest heaving and your eyes burning with tears. "Yes!"

Once he was satisfied, the clown removed the knife from your pussy, your slick coating the handle. He then brought the weapon up to his mouth, licking a stripe up the handle, before lowering it back down to rest the blade against your thigh.

You weren't sure what he was doing, but it seemed you wouldn't be in the dark for long because you suddenly felt a sting, the tip of the blade now piercing your flesh.

You let out a pained groan, unable to escape as he began carving something into your flesh. And then finally, after a couple of minutes, he stepped back to examine his work, a proud smile on his face.

You looked down to find the words, 'Art was here', carved into your thigh.

[Main Masterlist]

[touyastearss]

Choices (Yandere!Dabi x F!Reader) (Part 2)

WARNING: seria killer!Dabi, noncon, knifeplay (kinda extreme lmao), fear play, kidnapping, misogyny, death threats, bondage, ‘good girl’ used, physical abuse

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lil note:

this is part 2 of my serial killer! dabi fic, you can find part one here

“Stay still.”

You can feel the bruises on your wrists from the rope he tied them with. You can feel the little cuts that ring your arms like handcuffs. You can feel them sting in the cold, damp air. But you can’t see them.

Everything is black. An uncomfortable pressure digs into the bag of your head as you struggle on the table, panting from exertion; the knot of the cloth that covers your eyes.

“I told you to stay still .”

The sudden drop of his voice makes your body freeze, a heavy pounding of blood rushing through your head as your muscles tense. You can almost feel the heat from his body as a light pressure touches your throat, a tiny pinprick of something sharp that seizes your body with its chill.

“I swear if you fucking cry I’ll kill you, and I’m not in the mood to clean that shit up right now.” He exhales deeply. “Now,” there’s a pause, “are you gonna be a good girl and listen to me?”

You can hear the smirk on his face as he leans down beside your ear, the tip of his knife dragging gently against your skin. There’s little hesitation in your movement as you nod your head stiffly, clenching the muscles in your neck in fear of the blade piercing your skin. But your frigid stature is futile. He presses forward a little, and you gasp at the feeling of a small trickle of blood falling down your neck.

“Say ‘Yes, Dabi’”

Dabi . That’s his name. You wonder how many people have died with that name on their lips. You wonder if you’ll be next.

“Y-yes, Dabi”

“Yes what ?” You know what he wants. It’s just a few words, really, but the shame they bring you churns your stomach all over again. You watched this man murder your best friend not hours ago, felt the blood shed by his hands on your skin. But you know right now you have no other option, you’d be naive to believe you could value your conscience over your life. There’s little you can do now but comply in the hopes of escaping alive - but the sick feeling in your stomach is sparked again as you wonder if you’re being watched from above. If your friend is looking at you in disgust as you submit to her killer.

“I-I’ll be a good girl”

It’s hard not to flinch at the sound of laughter that comes from beside you, echoing in the cold room. It’s a genuine, amused laugh, and it catches you painfully off guard; you startle beneath him, wrenching your body away so that your wrists strain in the grip of their bindings. You let out a sharp cry as pain sears through the joints in your arms. But in your surprise you’d fallen ignorant to the presence of the knife still resting beneath your chin, and it snags against the skin of your neck as you turn. It’s a deeper cut this time, and it burns as tears form in your eyes, combined with the searing of your wrists.

He laughs again, and there’s something terrifying in the sound, something uncontrollable and crazed and unpredictable . You don’t know whether he’s going to let you go or leave you to rot in whatever filthy basement he has you locked up in.

As if he can hear your thoughts, the room falls silent again, and you still your breathing, waiting for any noise with anxiety. There’s a quick movement, and you recoil your body just in time for the swish of the knife to graze your face. The fabric covering your eyes drops, and as it falls Dabi is met with the sight of you, wide-eyed, staring at the ceiling with tear-stained cheeks.

Skittishly, your eyes jump to his figure. He looks the same as before, dark disfigurements marring his face. But from here you can see him closely; the sharp, cerulean eyes, metal piercings dotting his appearance, and the unlikely dusting of freckles on his cheeks. Your eyes adjust a little to the dark lighting, and then, to your horror, you realise it’s not freckles that paint his milky skin- it’s blood. Dark and ruddy. And you know whose blood it is.

You try not to gag as the skin pulls up into a mock of a smile, sinister and disturbing as he looks down on you once again, the flesh splitting from the way his mouth curls. It looks painful, but his eyes show no discomfort, laced only with a sick amusement that sends chills down your body.

“I knew you’d be fun to play with.”

The knife is placed beside you as he studies your face. “You know, I love the ones like you. You just play along with whatever I say, no matter how stupid you sound.” The scorn in his voice is vicious, and the wave of shame that wracks your body is violent as the humiliation sets in.

He’s toying with you, like a cat with a mouse before it feasts, and you’re helpless beneath his claws. He’s cruel, sadistic for making you demean yourself in front of him, forcing you to kiss the blade he cuts you with. He’s insane, unhinged.

He presses the point of the knife against a finger, twirling the handle with his other hand. “Since you’re awake now, we can get started on our game.” The knife halts, and he raises an eyebrow. “Unless you still need waking up?”

You shake your head quickly.

“Just make sure you don’t try anything dumb. Because I’m not feeling very patient tonight..” He runs a thumb down the side of your face, stopping to pull at your bottom lip, the cruel smirk returning to his face. “But since you’re such a good girl you’ll be on your best behaviour, won’t you?”

You don’t move, trembling at the idea of a ‘game’. Games at the hands of a killer are never good, you know that much. And you know that he’s not joking. You don’t want to end up another cold body on the floor. At that thought, images of your friend flash through your mind, and you let out a weak whimper, despite your better judgement.

His expression falls, eyes hardening. The knife is placed beside you again. And then before you even have the chance to register the movement of his arm, your head is knocked to the side. Your eyes water from the sting of his hit.

“Answer me, bitch.”

The impact knocks the word out of your mouth instantly, stuttered and desperate. “Y-yes. I’ll behave.”

Your gaze falls down, cowering from the judgement of your captor, and your eyes fall on the knife beside you. It’s so close to you, almost touching, even. You wonder what would happen if you could just get a hold of it- it’d be so easy to cut yourself free, and then you could escape, and if he tried to attack you could-

“What are you looking at?” Your gaze snaps back to Dabi, and the frown on his face is irritated and impatient. His eyes follow your gaze to the knife, and he lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “What? You think you can escape with it?” He picks it up again, swiftly. “You think you could kill me? Is that it?” His tone is accusatory and delirious.

You don’t give him an answer, and this time it seems he’s not looking for one. “You couldn’t do shit even if you did have it.” He’s gloating at you with a smugness that holds the same amusement as before, and the anger and frustration that courses through your body is hot and fiery.

“You want the knife so badly?” He holds it above your face, swinging it over your eyes in the same haunting pendulum movement as he did earlier that night. A shiver travels down your spine as you’re forced to meet his eyes.

“I said ,” the blade stills between your eyes, “do you want the knife?”

You gulp, opening your mouth to speak, but you lack the words. He watches your throat bob with interest, noticing the way your wound is stretched painfully by the movement. But you hardly react, too entranced by the temptation he’s dangling above your head.

Your mind screams, warns you that it’s a trick question. But you reason with yourself- you have nothing left to lose, death would be a blessing. You need it.

“Yes.” You finally say, letting the word dissolve into the darkness around you, eyes now trained only on the shine of the blade. You know it’s not as simple as this, there’s no way it could be, but just having that weapon in your hand could prove to be your only escape from the hell that awaits you at his hands.

He nods, unceremoniously.

“Fine.”

You wait in silence, hands twitching to get a hold on your only method of defence. His hands remove the binds at your legs, undoing them quickly, and the spark of hope that fills your chest almost makes you giddy. With each bind your mind is reeling. It’s really happening . You wonder, for a moment, why it is he’s letting you go. Why he’s not undoing your wrists.

“Hold your fucking knife.”

You quickly learn why.

You’ve never felt more afraid, more terrified in your life. Not when he pushed you to the ground, his heavy boot suffocating you. Not when you woke up tied to the table, wearing nothing but a t-shirt that wasn't yours. Not when you watched your friend’s throat be slashed by the same blade that’s being slipped into your mouth, inch by inch, between your teeth.

The cold metal makes its way into your mouth and it’s like your body comprehends the situation before your mind- your tongue instinctively retracts and your eyes go wide, already blurry with tears as you try to understand. You let out a loud whimper, desperately choking back the sob that has travelled up your throat. The point of the knife slides almost an inch past your teeth and then he holds it there, looking at you for a second.

“You almost look pretty like this” he says, one hand lifting as calloused fingers come up to drag along the side of your face. His other still grips the knife, holding it still between your teeth. You refuse to move your neck, breathing through your nose as his fingers travel further down, his hand cupping your cheeks.

“See, I’m going to need two hands for what I’m going to do next, so you sit and hold that for me like a good girl .” he sneers, wickedly. “I’m sure you can imagine what will happen if you let go.”

As if to emphasise his point, his fingers squeeze lightly, and the sides of the knife dig into your cheeks a little. You hiss from the pain. Drool leaks from the corners of your mouth and you try to ignore the humiliation that pricks at your mind.

“Just keep your teeth clenched and you’ll be alright.” He says, lightly, like it’s no big deal at all. Like he’s not toying with your life in his hands. “And don’t give me another reason to hit your pretty face tonight.”

With that he removes his hand, and it takes you a fraction of a second to remember to clench your jaw, the blade slipping a little in your mouth. It’s not far, probably not even a centimetre, but it instals a fear so deep into you that it has you grinding your teeth against the metal.

You try to refuse the inevitable as his hands spread your legs apart. The cold of the room bites at your skin. But his hands are hot, almost scalding to the touch as they travel further up your legs, gripping the flesh of your thighs with harsh squeezes.

His thumb instantly lands on your clit, circling rough patterns, and the same two fingers that traced your tears probe at your hole. Your teeth clench down a little more, entire body tense as they slip inside, refusing to let out any noises in fear of the blade in your mouth. He quickly picks up a rough pace, and your walls involuntarily clench around him, eliciting a low scoff from the dark-haired man. He changes his pace, wrist moving slower as his fingers curl and loosen inside of you. The heat that floods through your veins is terrifying.

He pulls away, watching the way your slick sticks to his fingers as he glances back up at your face, frozen in fear. With his other hand, he reaches for his belt, and you hear the metal hit the ground. Within seconds, you can feel the heat of his cock at your entrance. He rocks his hips once, the head of his cock hitting your clit in a way that has a choked whine slip it’s way past the knife in your teeth. You gasp at the feeling of something foreign dragging over your clit, and it takes you a moment to realise that the man above you, adorned in piercings, has extended them down to his cock. They feel hot and wrong , but a sharp jolt of something horrible has you squirming at the sensation. And he then thrusts forward.

It’s hard to strain your jaw as he enters you, the sudden feeling of being so full is uncomfortable with the little prep he provided, but the threat of the blade in your mouth is so much more menacing that anything he could do to you. It’s the ultimate sick predicament; choosing to accept the lesser of two evils.

His cock rams into you over and over, and the pressure of his piercings is so unfamiliar to you, stimulating you in a way you’ve never felt before. Your body rocks forward with his, despite the constraints on your arms, and he traps you beneath him as he leans forward, deep grunts filling the dark room.

His thumb rubs at your clit, eliciting shameful grunts from you that have the corners of his mouth pulling up slightly. He holds you in his hands, watching the way the tears drip down your face, and he thinks, out of all the women he’s ever had beneath him, you’re by far the prettiest.

He picks up the pace as his fingers dig into your skin, blunt nails leaving red, crescent shaped indents as his thrusts become sloppier. And suddenly your stomach twists into knots, guilt encasing your insides, because you’re almost relieved . It’s a cruel situation, but at this moment in time, you want nothing more than for the man inside of you to finish. You don’t know how much longer you can last- the weight of the knife is leaving a dull ache in your jaw that you’re certain will last for days.

It’s disgusting, but you want him to come. You need him to finish, you don’t know how much longer you can last like this. It’s all too much; the sensation of his flesh slapping against your own, the wet, filthy sounds of you mixing together as he lets out deep, low moans that send chills through your body.

He thrusts forward, and the strangled whine that escaped your throat is shrill as you reach your climax, chest heaving up and down at the adrenaline that pulses through your veins. Your mind is frazzled from the fear and the pleasure, mixing them both into one filthy mess as your walls clench around him, milking his cock. He lets out a final groan before pulling out, watching as his seed trickles from your hole.

You sob around the knife, face sticky from the tears as his hand reaches towards your mouth. His fingers wrap around the handle of the knife and tears form in your eyes again. It's almost pure joy that runs through your body at the thought that it's finally over.

And then he presses it forward.

You scream. You don't know how but you scream. Because the point is touching your curled up tongue and you can see your life flashing before your eyes.

And then there’s that sound again, as the blade is pulled from your teeth. Deep and crazed as he stares down at you with an interest in his eyes that sends an uncomfortable feeling churning in your gut. Something akin to admiration.

He’s laughing.

[patolemus]

I’ve been haunted by this tini tiny headcanon so here you go.

TW: knife play, blood kink

Lucerys is very skilled on the ways of how to cut a man. He knows exactly where to cut to extract more blood, of how to press the blade to inflict the maximum pain and the least damage. He knows where it will bring a quick death, and where it will bring hours of agony.

He is an artist, and his art are the perfect cuts he draws on someone’s skin, painting a picture full of red and life and death.

Aemond is his perfect canvas.

Lucerys loves to see the crimson blood spill from the thin cuts on his uncle’s neck and chest, staining that ivory skin. He loves it especially when he can see the blood in Aemond’s chest when it goes up and down as he breaths heavily, both from pain and from arousal.

“You are mine,” he’ll whisper near Aemond’s ear as the knife rests lightly on Aemond’s clavicle, relishing in the shiver that goes through his uncle’s body. “All mine, isn’t that right? I’m the only one that can see you like this. Am I?”

“Yes,” Aemond says breathily. His single eye is half lidded with pleasure. “Yes, yes, only you Lucerys.”

And Lucerys will drink his blood like a starving man, lapping at his uncle’s skin with his tongue while he fucks him until all Aemond can think of is him.

Later, he’ll tend to Aemond’s wounds with the utmost of cares, cleaning them and dressing them carefully. He’ll pull the covers over Aemond’s sleeping form, pressing a kiss to his uncle’s temple.

Because Lucerys is an artist, and Aemond is his greatest masterpiece.

[kissmyshockstix]

warning swapped. Cause. Reasons.

Natalia presses a knife to the Winter Soldier's neck, the blade brushing just close enough to his skin to draw blood. He'd surprised her in the dark. But, never again would she let someone sneak up on her.

Never again would Natalia Romanova be vulnerable.

She snarled in his face, words escaping her, daring the man to make the next move.

[crisiscutie]

In your Sephiroth Household AU, when it comes to sex, which Sephiroths’ would be the most willing to share their darling with another Sephiroth? I know they’re all very possessive, but there’s probably going to be a situation where at least 2 of them want to fuck their darling.

Very self-indulgent ask, I know. But it’s something you’ve got me wondering about now 🙈

This is a pretty good question~! The Crisis Cuties will certainly need to come to some agreements when they want to fulfill their most intimate desires with their darling... This became rather long, haha.

Content Warnings: NSFW, Milk/Nursing Kink, Dubcon, Impregnation/Breeding, Praise Kink, Voyeurism, Fear Play, Tentacle Sex and Knife Play. Some blood.

༻❁༺ Dissidia Sephiroth and OG Seph/Jenova!Sephiroth.

Dissidia Sephiroth and OG Seph have an unspoken respect for each other as the leaders.

Especially from Dissidia Seph's side, as OG Seph was him, like C.C was him as well.

He rarely has sex with the darling as it doesn't interest him as much, but when he does...

He certainly wouldn't mind holding the darling legs up alongside OG Seph, as she's getting roughly fucked by Jenova's tentacles.

He'll and OG Seph always happily agree to assist her in breeding the darling. Their faces will glow with pleasure at how the darling's holes stretch to accommodate the cock tentacles.

They'll audibly note the beauty of the process and compliment the darling for how good she is taking Jenova, while making sure her own pleasure isn't neglected.

Dissidia Seph would toy with the darling's clit while OG Seph would tease her nipples.

After the intense breeding, they'll tell her how much of a good girl she is, showering her with more praises as they prepare for the next task.

They'll fill her holes with Materia balls to hold Jenova's seed within them and to prepare her body for the next session.

They are dedicated to the darling's aftercare. They'll care for her well. Like cleaning her up, cuddling her and pecking her cheeks to help her relax...

The darling is enveloped in a warmth of security and serenity in these rare times.

༻❁༺ C.C Sephiroth and 7R Sephiroth.

C.C would normally be terrible at sharing, but if he's already so deep into the action, what any other Seph does wouldn't matter as long as he doesn't impede his pleasure.

I'd imagine a scenario where C.C is eagerly drinking milk from the darling's breast while she strokes his cock.

The darling noticed 7R Seph watching them from the corner of her eye.

She'll merrily call out to him, encouraging him to come inside the room and join them.

He'll hesitate, feeling his heart warming up as he sees her genuine, loving smile and beautiful eyes that brim with affection.

His resistance will certainly cease when the darling reveals her other free breast. The erect nipple secrets with milk, practically begging to be suckled.

She tenderly caressed 7R Seph's warm cheek as he drew closer, his focused, menacing gaze on her.

He'll grab her breast, giving it a rough squeeze as she gasps with pleasure.

His eyes will glimmer with a feral hunger as he watches milk seeping out of it, a testament to his inner animal.

He lowers his head down, licking the seeping milk from her nipple in a singular, languid motion.

Afterward, the darling feels his hot breath on her nipple as she suppresses her arousal.

Just before she can inquire about the taste, he latches onto her nipple with a hunger that matches C.C's ferocity.

C.C snarls, aggressively suckling even more. The darling will caress his head, whispering sweetly he's a good boy to temper his anger.

The darling would whimper that both boys need to be more gentle with her tits. And less greedy too!

༻❁༺ AC Sephiroth: Is the least likely to share, but wouldn't mind if another Sephiroth watched him take the darling...

He'll corner the darling with a cruel smile, letting her know it is time for him to be with her.

The darling experiences a peculiar joy, but when she sensed his immense fury, she felt her heart pounding in her chest, unable to look him in the eye.

He'll place a gentle kiss on her ear, telling her in a soft voice how it broke his heart to observe her using other versions of himself to form a divide between them.

The darling is confused, yet his words seemed to linger within her, like a distant memory.

When he summoned the Masamune, her fear would overwhelm her as she felt the fabric of her clothing being ripped from her body.

The darling would give a pitiful whimper as the cold air nipped her exposed body. She could feel a light trail of blood forming from her chest to her lower stomach.

He'll murmur softly in her ear, reassuring her it could've been much worse as he caresses her neck with his fingertips.

He'd position Masamune's hilt on the darling's nub, stimulating it as he waits for the darling's response.

When the darling couldn't think of a right response (there is none), he'll shove the Masamune's hilt into her unprepared cunt.

"I've always wondered how far this could go inside you~"

The blade's hilt is barely halfway and already the darling's cunt feels so full.

Sephiroth smiled contentedly at the growing bulge in her stomach. It sets him off into a cheerful, delusional tirade.

"..."I think you recall the time I proposed joining you and Mother into a single entity, don't you?"

His dark, sadistic smile widens as he croons in a low and sinister tone, the darling's pleasured yet disturbed face reflecting in his slit, blue eyes.

"Oh, how beautiful that would be... But you ran away from us."

The darling could barely whisper her denial as she squirms from the blade's hilt, slowly ascending within her cunt.

The long, stinging cut on her torso and Sephiroth's touch on her neck becoming a tight grip didn't help her state, either.

The darling held back tears and forced herself to stay composed, but it all came crashing down when he spoke and destroyed her hopes.

"...You're still afraid of her? That's too bad."

As his seductive voice trailed off, the darling orgasms, her juices trailing down his blade's hilt.

He would tut, telling his darling he hasn't even begun yet as he goes from an agonizing, slow pace to a faster one with the blade's hilt, going in and out of her cunt now.

He'll delicately cup the darling's cheek and make her look into his dark and intimidating eyes, questioning her if any other Sephiroths could bring her the same sensations he does.

He'd force one orgasm after another, leaving the darling a crying, overstimulated mess by the time he is done with her.

He'd delicately pass her to the next Sephiroth, bidding her farewell with a gentle kiss on the lips and flashing his malicious grin to the other Seph.

Just as he planned. The next Sephiroth wouldn't have so much fun with her being in that state.

KH Seph watched the entire ordeal. Normally, something like this shouldn't have interested him, but he watched to gauge the darling. He always like observing people. But if only the darling had more fight in her...

That's what makes it always fun for him. Still, seeing her in her pitiful, weakened state was quite amusing. He's sure he can push the darling further than any of his counterparts can.

Hope this indulged your curiosities~! This could also be considered general NSFW headcanons for the AU as well.

[mccnxhild]

KNIFE + Reverse with lulu and max

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀 👀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

with the kiss getting heated max was losing patience to get to her. he moves his kisses down her neck sucking soft colored bruises into her skin playfully with a grin on his lips. "i hope you don't like this outfit much." he says muffled into her skin as he reaches for his pocket knife. gently he drags the blade across her skin to start before moving to sit above her glancing down to take her form in. "mhm this will be so much faster." he breathes before taking the blade to her clothing cutting it off of her with a devilish smirk. as more skin was revealed to him leaving her in just underwear he sighs softly. "see how fats that was.. maybe i should cut these off too hm?"

[poisonedspider]

Continued for @alteredassistant

"Yeh' do if yeh' trip down some stairs. Inta' a drawer a' knives." He stressed, thinking that maybe that would be enough for Trevor to not ask questions. He knew that with the man being assistant to Vox, he had probably heard - and seen - a lot more in the Vee Tower than he would like. But Val tried his best to keep his own work away from Vox's employees, for plenty of reasons.

The injury was definitely a knife wound, more than a simple scratch or scuff. Normally the actors were more gentle with him, no matter how much Val and Travis pushed, but knife play was a bit challenging and there was often risk. He had definitely been bleeding more than he would like, the red of it staining his white fur, and he sighed. Going back to the hotel like this would raise questions.

"What, yeh' like, a medic too or some shit? Ain't really yeh' job tah' clean up Valentino's messes. He ain't yeh' boss."

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

you wanna play knives?

kinktober day one - knife play

pairing: baby firefly x afab!reader

warnings: smut, DUBCON, knife play, blood, fingering, no pronouns used, reader wears a skirt, baby calls reader a bitch

a/n: starting off strong with this one. honestly, i am so down bad for baby it's embarrassing

also, this isn't proof-read and there isn't currently a word count, i will be adding the word count sometime tomorrow

"Wanna play a game?" Baby asked, twirling the point of a knife against the rope tied around your wrist.

You'd been left tied to a chair in her room for the last few hours, just...waiting. And now the blonde had finally returned, a sick smile on her face as she knelt between your legs.

"I'm gonna ask you some questions," she explained, grinning at you. "If you get them right, I'll let you go. If you get them wrong..."

She looked down at the knife above your wrist. "Well...you don't wanna know what happens if you get them wrong."

You simply stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Alright. Who is....my favourite movie star?"

"I don't know," you answered, unable to tear your eyes away from her mouth, from the way it seemed to pull into the brightest of smiles.

She was insane, but you couldn't deny that she was fucking beautiful. You supposed this being the last thing you saw would at least soften the blow that you were going to die here.

"Well?" She asked when you didn't offer her a proper answer. "Who's my favourite movie star? You want me to let you go, don't you?"

You should've said yes. You should've desperately nodded and pleaded with her to just let you go.

"I won't say anything, I swear," you should've been saying, tears streaming down your face as you spoke.

But you just sat there, staring at that damn smile.

"Alright, here's another game," she said then, pressing her lips into a line, before moving the point of the knife to your bare thigh. "You wanna play knives?"

Again, you should've frantically shook your head at her, pulled at the restraints and begged to be let go. But you just sat there...waiting.

Did you want this? Did you want to feel her touching you like this? Were you really that fucked in the head?

You watched as she trailed the knife up the inside of your thigh, the cool metal making you shiver.

"Damn, you are much quieter than all the other assholes I've had in here," Baby commented then, dragging the blade closer to your centre. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually like being here."

You didn't speak, you just remained completely still, watching.

"Is that it?" She grinned. "Did I get it right? I know I'm right."

Again, you didn't speak, but that didn't stop her from persisting.

"Alright, I have a game. I'm gonna stick my fingers in that pussy of yours, and I'm gonna fuck you. I wanna see how long you can stay quiet." She paused a moment, lifting the flimsy material of your skirt off your thighs, and slipping your panties down your legs. "If you make a sound, I cut you. Got it?"

You nodded.

She grinned, slowly tracing her fingers along the inside of your thigh, stopping when she reached your pussy.

"Remember, you gotta be quiet," she reminded you, before you felt her drag a finger through your folds.

You practically flinched from the contact, a fire already beginning to crackle in your stomach. Holy shit.

Seconds later, she was pushing a finger inside you, and you had to bite down on your tongue to keep a moan from slipping out.

"You like that?" She said, beginning to move her finger inside you. "Huh, bitch?"

You bit your lip, nodding, your eyes fluttering closed.

This was crazy. Absolutely fucking insane. And yet you were enjoying it thoroughly, revelling in the way her finger dragged along your walls, in the sound of her voice as she teased you, trying to get a sound out of you.

After a moment, she added a second finger, and you couldn't help thrusting your hips into her hand, desperate for more friction, your release building.

"Well, damn," she chuckled. "Look at you, all desperate for me."

Against your better judgement, you moaned in response.

"Did I just hear you make a sound?" Baby answered, giggling. "You did, didn't you?"

And within moments, you felt the blade pierce the skin on the inside of your thigh, hot blood spilling out of the fresh wound.

"You lose!" She boasted, grinning as she worked her fingers inside you faster. "Don't worry though, I'll still let you come."

You rocked your hips into her hand harder as she fucked you with her fingers and before long, you were reaching your release, a wave of pleasure coursing through your body as you came around her fingers.

And when you were done, she pulled her fingers out of you, sucking hard on them as she grinned. "Now, I want you to give me a kiss and say: 'thank you, Baby, I had a really good time."

You did as she said, leaning forward as best you could and pressing a forceful kiss to her lips. And then you smiled. "Thank you, Baby, I had a really good time."

And you weren't lying.

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