#TW knives

[vamp1reb0yslut]

Kinktober- day four

contents. top! male reader, cis! male reader, mild pet play, knife play, fingering, implied marathon sex

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cw.tw. knives & blood

Coming back home from work was one of your favourite things to do, not because the intense boredom and exhaustion had come to end, but because you could see your little sweetheart again, you could squish his cheeks between your two hands, pinch them and kiss them, nuzzle at his nose and neck, and sit him on your lap while he tells you about all the mundane little things he did that day, ranging from going out to the garden to missing you so much that he might have even cried, the possibilities were endless. 

But you never expected for him to be waiting at the door, nude, sitting on his knees with a collar tightened around his neck and a leash clamped between his teeth. You couldn’t really remember a time in which you slammed the door behind yourself faster. 

He looked up at you, cocking his head to the side as he awaited a few words to be exchanged, or for you to say nothing, simply accept the reality in front of you, and take the leash from his mouth and clip it to his collar. His breathing was laboured as he saw your lips move, yet no words came out. When they finally did, it was– “What are you doing?” 

His face fell, and he whined past the leather. He dropped the leash and looked up at you with what could only be described as sadness in his eyes. “You said we could do this, sometime, don’t you remember?” He looked up at you and pouted. “You promised.”

You harkened back to a few weeks ago, saying that whatever he wanted to try, you’d be up for it. You never knew that he would truly take that seriously, but now that he did, and you had had a few moments of peace to process what you were seeing, you were getting quite accustomed to the idea. Looking down at him, with the collar around his pretty neck, and his thighs pressed together, and then at the leash on the floor next to him. In silence, you bent down, and lifted it up off the wooden floorboards, and clipped it to the collar, wrapping the leather strip around your palm. You saw how his eyes lit up, how he smiled wantonly at you. 

“No talking.” You warned, and he nodded, accentuated by a little bark. As much as you considered it to be comic, you still went along, smiling, stroking his hair back gently. “There we go. Good doggy.” 

You tugged at his leash, forcing him onto his hands and knees, smiling as he gasped out, a smile he would soon copy. Your first thought was to direct him to the bedroom, and that was what you did, you pulled on the leash a bit, and took the first step– he got the memo, and began to crawl at your side. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen such a pretty smile on his face ever before. He seemed to be enjoying this greatly, and you could not stop his enjoyment, could you? You were enjoying this, too, a bit. To see him so pathetic brought a tightness in your stomach, as well as your trousers. How beautiful was he, your sweet little pup.. 

The bedroom had been cleaned, with the curtains drawn. He was expecting this, you said to yourself. He wanted this. You noticed a glint on the bed and came forward. An array of toys were on the bed, from ball gags to ribbed dildos to rabbit vibrators to… knives? 

Correction— one knife. Somehow that did not make it better. 

The knife was curved and small, more like a dagger than the ones you see in the kitchen, with a light pink handle. You looked down at him, only to see that innocent smile still playing on his face. You picked up the knife, dangling it before his eyes. 

“And this is…” 

He just kept smiling, a small ‘woof’ seemingly meant to explain what was going on. You simply put the knife down, and patted the bed. “Up.” 

He did as asked, standing up and sitting back down onto the covers, impatiently waiting for your next move, hoping and praying you’d do what he wanted, that you’d take that knife and drag it across his flesh, and call him a good puppy while you were at it, praising him for not crying out or sobbing, for not fighting his punishment for being so indecent. 

You unclipped his leash, and dropped it onto the floor. “Lie down.” 

The constant slew of commands made his heart beat faster, as he lay down on his back, elbows propping himself up to see what you were doing. 

“You should be glad.” You began, picking up a vibrator, one of the smaller ones. “Dogs don’t usually get to go on the bed unless they’ve been very good.” You turned the vibrator on at the lowest setting, watching as it weakly buzzed in your hand. “And you’ve been very good, haven’t you? And good puppies deserve treats, don’t they?” 

He was a bit confused, wondering why you would take that route, but he still nodded, happily so. He was happy to be your good puppy, even if what he wanted out of this was a punishment.

To his sadness, the vibrator was suddenly turned off before he could even get some pleasure from it, and left on the side. 

“But it’s clear you don’t want pleasure.” The knife was picked up. “You want some pain.” 

He nodded again, smiling ever so happily as the blade danced gently across his chest, past scars and layers of skin without hurting at all. His breath was held in, as he waited for the eventual slash. 

When it came, when the knife dug past the thin first layer of flesh, he gasped, drawing in breath as the shallow cut bled bright red. Another cut was delivered to his stomach, and a few smaller cuts, made to look like scratches, came onto his thighs, every small gasp and whine music to your ears. How pretty he sounded, how adorable he was. 

Cautiously, you brought the knife to his abdomen, and carved in a little message, not digging too deep, yet further than the other cuts. In bloodied, fleshy letters said the words ‘dumb puppy’. 

Tears soon began to fall, sniffles and whimpers soon fell from his lips, and when the final letter was dutifully noted onto the canvas of skin, he was crying like he’d never cried before. His hands had gone to cover his face, and when the pain had subsided, his hands slid from his face and onto the blankets. “Too much?” You asked gently, leaning over to kiss his forehead. 

He shook his head, still sniffling and sniffing away his tears in the hopes that you wouldn’t notice how hard he’d been crying. 

“Promise?” 

His voice cracked as his tear-stained lips parted. “Promise.” 

“Good puppy.” You twirled his hair between your fingers, watching as the blood dried on his skin, and as cuts on his thighs scabbed. You weren’t even going to take any chances with those, worried he might get an infection. That was the last thing you wanted for your sweet thing. Leaving the room to get some bandages and antiseptic cream, you made sure to give him a little kiss on the lips before that to make him know you weren’t going anywhere for long. When you came back, it seemed like he hadn’t moved a bit, still looking down at the words written on his stomach, and at the cuts everywhere else. 

You could tell the antiseptic cream stung, as he flinched and gasped and made all other sorts of pained noises, at one point almost trying to wriggle himself away until you kindly scolded him.

“Stay still, if not you might get an infection.” You had said, before setting the cream aside and bandaging up his abdomen, and placing plasters, big and small, depending on the cut, on the wounds. When you plastered his thighs, you made sure to kiss his cunt, still slick with wetness. A finger was dragged up his folds, watching as he shuddered, as his breath got caught in his throat. 

“Would this make you feel a bit better?” You asked, the pad of your finger rubbing against his throbbing t-dick, the slide of your flesh made easier from the come on your finger. “Does my sweet pup want to come?”

He whined, rocking his hips into your fingers in a similar motion and speed, hoping to recreate the movements. 

Tender words were whispered to him as his breath halted, pleasure coursing through his body. You stopped when he came, moistening your fingers and biting his lip bloody. His thighs were shaking when your hand moved away, a fucked-out expression on his face, almost dream-like as his head hit the pillow.

You went to undo his collar, only for your hand to be slapped away. “I like it.” He explained with a pout. “I like being your property.” 

You smiled, stroking a few stray tears off his cheeks. “I love you, puppy.”

“Love you more.” 

You pinched his cheek in between two fingers. “Have it your way.” You chuckled, smiling brighter as he laughed as well. “Now, wanna get some clothes on?” 

He shook his head. 

“How about some food?”

His head shook again. “Can we go again?” 

You laughed, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear. “Sure.”  

[rhinexstone]

With all these jokes about Americans reacting to non-American specific violence, I realize that it might be odd that LOTS of Americans (like, so many rural Americans, most imo) carry pocket knives ~3 inches long (8 cm) most of which are foldable so

[sillyfeelings]

Naughty Thoughts

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I know it's silly but I think sexy cowboy roleplay would be fun, maybe it's because my boyfriend is very cowboy coded, but I want to play cowboy and bandit with him in the bedroom, maybe they die me down to a chair or just hog ties me on the floor, taunting me, before squatting down to my height gently brushing my hair out of my face before slapping me across my cheek, dragging me by the rope where it wants me, or maybe tipping the chair back so it wobbles on two legs, making my heart lurch as the idea that he could let go and drop me and the chair to the floor enters my mind, maybe I'm gagged too, my voice silenced and mouth covered until it's ready to use my mouth, maybe using something like duct tape so they can rip it off all of a sudden, making me feel that slight sting as the duct tape is ripped off my face, then they fill my mouth with their six shooter, pulling my hair to get me to bob my head along the barrel, the cold metal pressing against my tongue as drool leaks out the corner of my mouth, eventually he'll get bored of wetting his gun, either pressing their strap into my slack jaw, or turning it's attention to the rest of my body, spreading my legs or maybe cutting some of the ropes loose with their blade, lightly teasing my skin with the blade, maneuvering my body so he can have access to my holes, able to do as they wish with me...

[threetadpolesinatrenchcoat]

knife collection:):)

the red one i got for my tenth birthday from my parents and it was the first one that was actually mine. the curvy one is a skinning knife and it’s super fun to use and has a cool case. the flippy one i also got as a birthday present, it’s a traditional Japanese knife and is extremely sharp, it also has a really nice weight to it. also if anyone knows what the handle of it says pls tell me

[keithkog]

I found paradise

-Keith

[rainemichelle]

[angeldustanalog]

my problem with knife play is that i simply am not afraid until there is blood. i do not care how much magician bullshit you pull, its like hidden vegetables. i will know and i will laugh and it will haunt you forever.

[gardengirl222]

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᭡

[trans-luis-serra-navarro]

!!!Trigger warning for discussions of pretty gnarly surgical procedures!!!

A post made by the lovely @mr-kennedys-elf got me thinking about HOW exactly Luis removed the Plagas from himself and I NEED to share my brainworms or else I’ll EXPLODE

Like my biggest question is, did he use the same machine that Leon and Ashley used, just an earlier prototype?? Or did he physically c a r v e it out of himself with a scalpel or a knife???????

Cuz on one hand, we know for certain that the machine at one point was N O T safe in the SLIGHTEST and took the lives of MULTIPLE scientists, would might explain why Luis has such a gnarly scar, but on a similar other hand that scar looks WAY too raggedy and rushed for it NOT to have been done by hand

But if he DID carve it out by hand, how on earth would he have even managed that without passing out??????? Cuz the Plagas probably sits somewhere in the sternum or by the lungs since it causes people to cough up blood, so how damn deep did he have to dig?? Cuz I SO doubt that the scar would be that healed if this was the case (or, if it IS the case, how long ago did he remove the Plagas??? Did he have to do it early on?????)

BUT, IF HE REMOVED IT WITH THE MACHINE, can you imagine how damn scary that’d be?????? You’ve just spent god knows how long watching every other researcher that has tried to test it on themselves die horrifically, and now you’re the last one, and all you can do is just sit here and PRAY that you don’t end up with the same fate as them. There’s nothing you can do except take whatever the machine gives you. That’s TERRIFYING man

It is TERRIBLY late at night as I’m writing this so apologies if this doesn’t make a whole lot of sense BDNSJDNSJ !! These are all mostly rhetorical questions but I WANNA KNOW WHAT OTHER PEOPLE THING DANGIT

[ghastlycholy]

Round 824636 of me trying to bust my art block by drawing random trippy things

[stims-in-heels]

x x x \\ x X x // x x x

[choasuqeen]

Tell me about the knives! Do you collect them? Make them? Draw them? Design them? Throw them?

oh! well im learning to throw them, i just think theyr neat!

it started as a furstaration thing, when someone was annoyed id give them metaphorical knives, and it just became a catchphrase!

also theyr just cool like

you can hide them and use them and EEE

[chompmutt]

Teehee

[i-crav3-blo0d]

Trigger warning

I post gore and blood and knives and stuff like that and if you don't like that don't look at this page because it's like lots of that

I post gore stimboards often and I also have posts and reblogs of people covered in blood so please I'm begging you if you are squeamish in any way then you need to leave right now. Ok? Ok thank you.

[mikulovingtrash]

tw: blood, knives, light degradation, dubcon (i think)

thinking about ghostface having your thighs spread, fucking your cunt with the handle of his knife. his palm squeezing the blade tightly, blood running down, hitting the tile and mixing with the drops of your slick. maybe a vibe on your clit while he says what the two of you already know:

you’re a slut.

[bonkquartz]

back on that MJ grind !!!! also i might start watching doc soon, considering it !!!!!!!! accidentally started watching etho and it was pretty nice, listened to that guy ramble on about his moss farm fr !!!

low quality cus ms paint,, lyrics from melancholy astronautic man

tw,, blood and knives under the cut !!! you are not obligated to look !!!

bro has that far away look in his eyes