#knife play tw

[fruitsoxs]

disgustingly beautiful

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So wet already.” 

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

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

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

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

“Oh. Oh Knives- Oh God-” 

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

“Please-” you beg him.

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

All that, just for his fingers. So pitiful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[taleswritten]

@ourwrittenstories from here

The barbed cuffs are heavenly, Orin pulls at them just to get the barbs to dig deeper into her flesh. It works perfectly, leaving Orin to gasp in response to it. A pleased yet pained gasp.

Her entire body tingles, the arousal between her legs is obvious at this point, juices dripping from her. The desire is nearly overwhelming, how could she not be dripping wet?

She'd rub her legs together to get some sort of relief if she could but her ankles are chained too, having her spread out (which only gives him a better view of her soaking wet pussy).

The cry is one that is both of pain and pleasure as he digs the knife into her body. She accepts it without hesitation, even going as far as to try and arch her back to get that blade to dig deeper into her flesh.

She can easily heal herself of these marks later just so he can mark her with the knife all over again.

He worships her without her even having to demand it, he treats her as if she is Loviatar herself. It is something she thrives on.

"Oh, sweetling, how my blood sings for you." Orin purrs at him, her voice low and seductive but her eyes are alight with mischief, longing, and a masochism that might rival his own sadism. "More. Indulge. Give me more!"

[suguwu]

nai + knife play,,,

[submissivefeminist]

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

[dead-silencing]

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

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

[painforcain]

|| @the-raven-dhampir all of this above and more! Why do I picture Raven and Cain/Aegon in every possible universe? 😆

idea: scene with two characters eagerly stripping each other clearly about to bone, but they keep getting interrupted by finding carefully concealed weapons in each other’s clothing, so they keep just unholstering, revealing and unstrapping increasingly ludicrous amounts of hidden guns and knives as the clothes come off, and it’s lowkey killing the mood a little

[murderbled]

🔪 but in a spicy way you know

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

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

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

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

[brooklynislandgirl]

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

Jurassic Asks || The Lost Meme

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

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

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

[suicideassistance]

Darling, There is no "stopping."

You left your house wearing a skirt and no panties. I found you walking alone in the woods. Leaving a scent trail with your soaked thighs, you call any predator to take you like an animal in heat. Now you want to cry out for rescue. No, baby.

You're going to take every inch of me like a good rape toy. And if you deliver what you display, I may spare your pathetic life.

[lkhafel]

Just dudes being dudes

[ofescapisms]

Ruby’s chest visibly rose and fell as she gripped the sheets beneath her. Their words made her heart swell but the cuts did hurt, it was a strange mix of pain and pleasure she wasn’t sure how she felt about yet. “The blood will stop before the ball, right?” she managed to get out before they went down lower and their hand found her clit. She moaned softly, unable to speak now as her thoughts drifted away. “Y-yes,” she gasped in response to his question. “I like that a lot,” she moaned again which confirmed it even more. She couldn’t reach their clothes to remove them, but she could at least reach down and put her hands in his hair. “I want more,” she pleaded.

Cai nodded "very good...." He said breathlessly. He put pressure where he cut her. Lips going lower to her pelvis as his hands began pulling down her pants and her underwear. His kissed down her body, inner thighs and near her center. "you're so beautiful Ruby...." They said softly leaving love bites and even rougher bite marks on her thighs. They Gently pushed the knife into Ruby's thigh this time. His lips followed on top right after. "You're turned on too I see" he mentioned licking the blood from his lips "I can take care of that darling" his voice was a bit darker now. His hand moved down her stomach then her pelvis and finally her clit. Beginning to move in a circular motion. She was already quite wet. But he wanted her to enjoy herself too. "you like that baby?" They cooed softly against her skin as his continued to lick up the blood from her leg.

[sexilene]

omg lene you should do something about a 80's slashers au with rafe and the boys that would be soooo cool!! ❤️❤️

!!! omigod yesss i'm gonna start with 80's slasher!rafe if feel like he'd be a creepy little stalkerrr, def season 2 rafe 💞

𐦍༘₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - non con, violence, stalking, spanking, slight breeding kink, knife play, dark!rafe - ₊˚⊹

you sat in the comfort of your bedroom, bathed in the soft glow of lamplight, finishing up some homework while talking with a girlfriend of yours on the phone. you reach your hand out to your nightstand to grab the nail file when the sound of the door closing causes you to freeze, being left home alone, your heart starts to race, and you hang up the phone and walk up to your door. you pull down your pretty little white nightgown so it covers your ass as you press your ear to the door to make sure it was just your parents.

all you hear is silence so you shrug and convince yourself it was just your mind playing tricks on you, then the phone starts to ring again, thinking it was just your friend calling you back, and you pick up the phone. 

"hello?" you speak with your voice lowered.

"hey babyface" you stop moving when you hear a voice you don't recognize.

"who's calling?" you try to sound assertive but end up sounding like a scared puppy. 

"i've been uh- watching you for a long time, an' i figured i should introduce myself," he says, his voice all gravely. you grip on the handle of the phone and reach an arm over to close your curtains quickly.

"stop that! it's not funny, whoever this is leave me alone." you almost whine. 

"nah can't do that baby, you looked too pretty in that nightgown...you wearin' panties underneath?" he continues. 

"i'm gonna call my boyfriend an-and he'll find out who you are and beat you up!" you stutter.

"you're not gonna do that, cuz uh- i'm in the house, and if you hang up-"

"i'll call the police!" you cut him off.

"i need you to listen to me, if you don't wanna die, you need to walk down to the living room slowly- you try to run and i'll catch you. if you don't come down, i'll go up n'get you." he then hangs up, your chest heaving as tears start to form in your eyes, you think about climbing out the window but it is on the second floor and the man might catch you and kill you! you decide to grab a chair to put against the door to keep him coming in but it's too late, as you take one step backward trying to drag the chair you feel the blade of a knife press against your neck. you gasp, ready to scream.

"shshshsh, behave." the man shushes you, pressing himself behind you, god he must be tall. "told you to listen" he coos condescendingly. 

"please, please don't..." you sob. 

"hey, hey! shut up- listen to me alright?" he raises his voice causing you to shut your eyes and nod slowly in fear, tears spill down your face. "good girl. want you to lay down on your bed and stay there, don't move, scream, talk or do anything 'less i tell you." you nod again slowly and he removes the knife from your neck, you do as you are told and lay down on your bed, silently sobbing. 

you look at the man, face now lit up by the soft light of your nightstand lamp, you watch him come closer and wipe some of the sweat forming on his forehead under his messy hair with the back of his hand that's holding the knife. he grins, getting up on your bed and tossing the knife next to him as he pins you down. 

"r-rafe?..." you whisper, now realizing who it is.

"yeah! yeah baby it's me..." he continues to grin. 

"get off! please rafe, i don't wanna do this with you!" you whine and start to squirm a little bit.

"you don't really have a choice." he mumbles as he runs his rough hands up and down your thighs, stopping to grab the hem of your lace panties. "you wear this for me?" he says pulling them down as you really start to cry, trying to get him off of you by pushing at his shoulders but he's too strong.

"i have a- my boyfriend-" you start but then he looks back into your eyes and smiles again. "nah, you don't, i got rid of 'im... cut him up, he's in the trunk of my truck. wanna see?" he asks, his eyes following yours, bringing his hand up to wipe your tears away lovingly. 

"why!? why are you doing this!" you sob and try and move your face away from his touch. "i love you, i love you so much and you never talked to me or...looked at me and i need you to love me too…say it…" he demands. you shake your head no and try and push him off, pissed, rafe manhandles you. he flips you onto your stomach and lifts you up by your waist so your face is smushed against the messy sheets, ass in the air. "you fucking brat." he spits out.

he yanks your panties down and smacks your ass with his large hand, holding your wrists in the other. he forcefully spreads your legs and places a hard slap on your poor wet little cunt.

you let out a yelp as he "soothes" your throbbing pussy by rubbing your clit with the rough pads of three fingers. "are you a virgin princess?" he whispers, pressing a gross, sloppy kiss to your cheek. you whine out and try to move your face away. "what? you don't like my kisses?" he leans in again to give you a few more of those wet kisses, making taunting kissy sounds that make you scrunch up your face and mewl.

"gonna make you feel reeeally good baby, gonna make this little pussy cream all over me, yeah?" he rambles, grabbing the knife with his free hand, bringing it back to your neck. "please rafe, i've never- "

"you waited for me? huh? princess saved herself for me." you can hear his smile, he's almost relieved that he will be your first and last. he pulls himself out of his boxers and starts to line himself up. "i would'a stretched you out a bit first but this cunt is a dripping mess already so."

you scream as you feel his fat tip press against your entrance. "shhhhshh, s'just the tip." he murmurs, easing himself in slowly until he's stretching you as you've never felt, his tip kisses your cervix. "ow! it's too big, too much, too big..." you ramble, squeezing down on his cock unable to really move due to the knife.

"n'you are so tight, fuck, this is where you should'a always been..taking me like this babydoll." he grits through his teeth as he starts to thrust causing you to whine and to try and pull your hands away from his grip.

"keep cryin', it's only making me harder princess," he grunts, tears continue to stream down your face. he pounds into you now hard and fast, you wish you could grab onto his shoulders or hair as he starts to hit that sweet spot.

"stop it! rafeeee" you whine, he shushes you by tossing the knife on the bed again and covering your mouth with his hand as he continues his assault on your cunt. "i should cum in you, knock you up so you won't ever be able to leave me." he breathes out, he lets go of your face and wraps that hand around your neck to bring you up to kiss your neck. "no! no no please pull out! please rafe!" you cry.

he lets go of your neck and throws you back down you your face hits the mattress again, he lets go of your wrists so you are now gripping your sheets. "you know that's the knife i used to stab your boyfriend? he begged like a little bitch. he didn't deserve you." he reaches a hand around to grab your pussy and pull you closer to him, then rubbing your throbbing clit.

"m'na cummm" you mewl, body giving into how he's touching you so roughly yet gently.

"i know baby, give it to me, all over my cock c'mon" he encourages with that tone, and feeling him so deep in you and hitting that spot your body goes numb. shutting your eyes tightly as hot white explodes in you making you feel like you are on a roller-coaster.

he grips your waist and with the other hand, he's lovingly brushing back your messy baby hairs due to your sweaty forehead. "atta girl, thereee, see? i knew you could be good for me." he thrusts once more hard and deep, shooting his thick hot load all up in you causing you to whine at the feeling and making him groan.

he pulls out of you, sticking his two fingers into your pussy to push his cum back in, then leaning in to bite your ass. you let out a little scream, he flips you on your back and grabs the knife, gripping your thigh he brings the knife over to carve a little RC into the meat of your thigh. you try not to thrash around but you do let out another little scream at the pain.

"yer' all mine now kid." he smiles, exhaustion taking over as you let out shaky breaths and let him lean in to press icky kiss to your lips. ᥫ᭡

[southern-belle-outcasts]

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it? {nilza}

@kylo-wrecked

Blades. Nilza lives by the 21 foot rule. She developed a preference with them when training that became a fascination. There is always at least three blades if not more in an outfit that can conceal them. If she can't, there's at least the razor tucked in her cheek. Knife throwing is considered a viable stress reliever, and she is very good at it, same with flipping balisongs. There have been multiple instances she has used her knives, not always on supernatural creatures, but never without good reason. Unless we're talking sexy times but that was only with two muses.

[redbunny]

[the-dread-quinn]

[livingdeadhorse]

do y’all like. need a room or something what’s happening