ㅤ18+ 1905 ꕤ extreme gore, bodily injury, graphic head trauma, asphyxiation, psychological horror, murder fantasy, blood & violence against women, obsessive themes, jay beats reader up with sharp edges.
𓆩 ✩ 𓆪 part of my kill!kill!kill! series.
“do you think you can run from this? from me?”
the heroine’s back hits the bookshelf with a soft thud; volumes of stories tumbling around them like stars. the duke cages her in with one arm braced above her head, the other sliding down her hip.
his voice is low velvet as she trembles before him, eyes wide and shining under the chandelier light.
“i’m not running,” she whispers, swallowing the small lump in her throat. “i’m waiting.”
the duke then kisses her—hard and hungry and all possessive. his fingers thread through her hair, tilting her head sideways to deepen the kiss, claiming every gasp, every sigh, every meek little moans.
the world narrows to the heat of his mouth and the press of her kiss, and the promise that this time, this lifetime, he won’t let her go.
you sigh dreamily, cheeks flushed as you turn to the next page.
the scene is so perfect.
it’s easy to indulge yourself in fantasy. the words wrap around you, and it’s all so vivid you can almost feel the library shelves digging into your own back. in real life, everything is softer, slower, messier, real.
your boyfriend kisses you like he’s afraid you’re fragile, holds your hand softly, whispers i love you in your ears because those words are only meant for you. you’re not complaining because that’s just the type of person your boyfriend is…
but…
books give you teeth. books give you the possession and the chance to be somebody else.
it’s too fucking easy to slip inside the story and pretend it’s you. to pretend love can be violent and beautiful because they’re fantasy.
“JAY?” you said quietly. the home library is peaceful except for the faint scratch of jay’s pen across paper at his desk and the occasional turn of a page in your book.
your boyfriend looks up immediately from over his laptop, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, glasses low on his nose. “yeah?” his response comes gentle, a little rough from disuse. he pushes his glasses up with one finger, small smile already tugging at his mouth.
you set the book face down on your thigh. without even having to utter the words—jay closes his laptop and crosses the room in easy strides. the floorboard creaked softly under his weight.
“hehe,” you giggle, tipping your head back as he reaches you, hands already reaching for his shirt collar. he leans down, one palm cupping the back of your neck, the other bracing on the armrest beside you.
the kiss starts slow with his lips brushing yours like he’s asking for permission even though he never needs to. you sigh into his mouth, fingers tightening around his shirt. “harder?” you whimper against his lips.
your boyfriend pauses in a heartbeat—then kisses you deeper. his tongue slides against yours, hands sliding between your locks, tilting your head exactly how he—you—wants it. it’s still careful, still jay, but with a little more pressure and hunger now.
your teeth grazes his lower lip, eliciting a groan out of him low in his throat.
what’s gotten to you?—jay wants to ask, but his eyes land on the book before he can bring the question to life.
the ruthless duke.
the gold foil imprinted on the title glint under the lamp, the heroine’s illustrated face flushed and surrendered on the cover with the—jay assume—duke’s hand around her throat from the back.
oh, it all makes sense now.
you’re wishing for this kind of love. you’re sitting here in his house, on his couch, reading the book he gave you money for… getting wet over someone else’s words. letting a fictional man make your pulse race and thighs press together.
his jaw tightens. irritation simmers under his skin—if you want rough, he can give you rough.
your boyfriend’s hand slides to the back of your neck—firmer now as he pulls you in again for a kiss. his teeth catches your lower lip and bites down—hard enough that you gasp sharply into his mouth.
“hngh!” you whimper, copper blooms on your tongue and he tastes it in his tastebuds, dragging his teeth until your lip swells under the pressure.
jay pulls back just enough to look at you. his thumb brushes the fresh blood on your bottom lip, smearing like lipstick. on the surface, his eyes are still soft, still full of that gentle love he always washes you with.
but inside—since you want rough so badly—something darker is uncoiling.
his gaze drifts to the thick hardcover novel lying on the little table beside you—your heavy 600-page isekai fantasy book with sharp edges. yeah, sharp edges. the same one you were reading just before you pulled him in for a kiss.
without a word, jay reaches over and picks it up. his fingers wrap tightly around the spine, feeling the solid weight of it.
you’re still dabbing the blood with your sleeves, winching in pain each time air hits the open blood. you tilt your head, still dazed from the kiss, eyebrows pinch slightly. “...jay?”
he smiles at you.
then he swings the book hard.
thwack.
the sharp edge of the book catches your cheekbone and the bridge of your nose—you feel something crunch. blood instantly pours from your nose and the fresh gash on your cheek, dripping down onto your shirt.
“ah—! jay—what?!” you sob, raising your hand instinctively to protect your face.
he doesn’t stop.
his expression stays eerily calm, almost tender, as he grips the thick hardcover tighter and brings it down again.
thwack. thwack.
two brutal hits in succession—one across your raised arms, the other slamming directly into the side of your forehead. the heavy book’s sharp corner splits the skin on your forehead. you scream as stars explore behind your eyes.
“jay—stop—please—!” you cry out, voice breaking as you try to protect yourself.
but he keeps hitting you.
the book crashes against your jaw, snapping your head back. blood sprays from your mouth as your lip splits wider.
he swings again and again, the heavy 600 page novel turning into a weapon. each impact only lands harder than the last—on your arms, shoulders, the top of your head, your already bleeding cheek. the sound of the hardcover hitting flesh and bone fills the room, wet, filth, obscene, and sickening.
you curl into a ball on the floor, trying desperately to shield yourself, but jay leans over you, breathing heavier now, eyes glazed with dark satisfaction.
you whimper, blood staining the carpet. your vision blurs, ears ringing violently.
“you’re always lost in this fucking book,” he says quietly. “if i wasn’t a better man, i’d take it as cheating.”
thwack.
jay slams the book down on the back of your head with viscous force. the impact is so brutal, your skill jolts forward and bounces against the floor. a sharp, cracking sound echoes in your ears. pain once again explodes through your brain. you let out a gurgling cry as fresh blood trickles from your ear.
your body is trembling uncontrollably now. your face is a swollen, bloody mess—nose broken, lips split, one eye already black and swelling shit, deep gashes across your cheek, temple, forehead.
the carpet beneath you is soaked with warm blood, and your arms are covered in ugly purple bruises from trying to block his hits. you can barely think straight. you can’t fucking think at all.
jay stares down at your crumpled form for a moment, breathing hard, the blood–smeared book still in his grip. your boyfriend gently caresses the top of your bloody head, fingers stroking your bloody hair lovely, pushing matted strands away from your battered face.
“poor baby…” he murmurs sweetly. “look what you made me do.”
without warning, he roughly grabs your shoulder and flips you onto your back. you cry out weakly as your head hits the floor again. jay straddles your chest, pinning you down with his weight.
he reaches for the thick hardcover that’s blood smeared and flips it open. the sound of ripping paper fills the room as he violently tears out whole chunks of pages—dozens at a time—crumpling the ink–stained sheets in his fist.
“since you love this fuck book so much,” he hisses, almost affectionately. “you’re going to eat every fucking word.”
he forces your swollen, bleeding mouth open with one hand, digging his fingers into your jaw until it hurts. you sob and gag, trying to turn your head away, but he’s too strong. jay’s always been too strong—he just never shows it.
he shoves the first crumpled wad of pages deep into your mouth, pushing them past your tongue, and deeper down your throat.
you choke instantly—your body convulsing underneath. blood and saliva soak the paper as you struggle to breathe. jay doesn’t stop—he rips out more pages and stuffs them in, forcing them down with two fingers, pushing harder when you gag violently.
“swallow,” he whispers, voice gentle like he’s coaxing you to eat one of the things he made. “be a good girl and swallow it all. this is what you wanted, right? indulged in your precious book…”
tears stream down your temples. your throat spasms painfully around the thick, sodden mass of paper and blood.
jay rips out even more pages—bigger chunks this time—putting it out in front of him.
“...and the duke slammed the maiden against the wall, hiking up her skirts as he fucked her hard and deep, claiming her with every brutal thrust—” jay lets out a cold, quiet laugh that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“wow… this is shit…”
his expression darkens, the fake amusement vanishes, replaced by simmering rage.
he crumples the pages violently in his fist, then forces your jaw open wider, ignoring your muffled, choking whimpers. jay shoves the pages deep into your already stuffed mouth, pushing the new ones in with aggressive fingers. the paper scrapes against your tongue and forces its way down your swollen throat.
you convulse violently underneath, gagging and retching.
“yeah—swallow your precious duke. swallow every dirty fucking word. since you love this shit so much… you can die with it inside you.”
he leans closer, pushing the last big wad of paper down your throat with two fingers until your airway is completely blocked. your body jerks and spasms harder, eyes rolling back.
for a few long, terrible seconds, your body continues to twitch and shudder beneath. your throat spasms as it tries to swallow saliva—but nothing can get past the papers down your throat. your chest falls still, your eyes stare blankly at the ceiling, glassy and lifeless.
the only sound left in the room is jay’s breathing as he stares down at your dead, bloodied face—pages still protruding from your swollen lips.
“jay!”
you gasp sharply, pulling back from the kiss.
jay blinks, suddenly yanks back into reality. his eyes refocused. you’re still sitting on his lap, lips red and slightly bleeding from how hard he’d bitten you earlier. his hand was still gripping the back of your neck, but gentle.
you were breathing fast, a shy little smile tugging at your busted lip. “hehe… i like this side of you.”
jay’s eye twitched.
he stared at you, that soft, perfect boyfriend smile slowly returning to his face. but the grip on the back of your neck tightens a little more,
“well…” he murmurs, voice low and velvety, “i ought to show more of it then, my maiden.”
Pleaseeeeee i neeeeeed a part two of 56% likeeeeeeeeeeeeeee its a need not a want, its like oxygen, plsssssss do it as soon as possible, anyway just so you know i love you so so so much💋💋💋💋💋💖💖💖💖🩷🩷🩷💞💞💞🫂🫂🫂🫶🫶🫶💝💝💝💜💜💜🖤🖤🖤❣️❣️❣️🫰🫰🫰🫰🫰
you know what? going to pull an all nighter to finally finish it.
HAVE TO DO THAT AND AM SO EXCITED ABOUT ALL THE IDEAS I HAVE FOR THAT ONE I JUST REALLY BE SO RANDOM WITH THE WRITING AND DROPPING I MYSELF CANT PREDICT ANYTHING ANYMORE
hi i was totally gooning to your fics bc *chefs kiss* and i just wanted to let you know when i was scrolling through your smuts and saw coach kirby as a reaction meme (coach in red shirt dabbing someone up) i just about died laughing bc i love football and it caught me totally off guard. thank you for sharing that meme with the world and bringing me happiness
AWWWW I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT I MADE YOU LAUGH 🤏😍
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