#knives x reader

[thatstonedwriter]

˚₊‧🍄[ Stop and Stare ]🍃˚₊

◉ Synopsis; moments when they can't help but stop everything and admire you

◉ Content; seperate HCs for Vash, Nai and Wolfwood x gn!reader, romantic, fluff, slightly OOC Nai

◉ A/n; dude this is such a cute request, thank you!!! I hope you enjoy

Vash

for vash, it's when you show kindness to others. People, animals, insects, inanimate objects- it doesn't matter. Kindness directed to anyone or anything his him staring

Despite his seemingly endless love for humanity, sometimes there seeds of bitterness and resentment that begin to take root in his heart

Obviously Vash loves humans and is endlessly forgiving, but when faced with the worst of humanity time and time again, it's hard for one's resolve to stand strong

When you show kindness to others, Vash's faith in humanity is restored bit by bit. Whether its holding the door open for someone, giving resources to someone in need, or even just telling someone to have a nice day, Vash's heart flutters when he gets to see the best of humanity in you

Wolfwood

Wolfwood can't help but stare whenever you're interacting with kids

Growing up in an orphanage, he didn't have many adult figures in his life to look up to- then, in the Eye of Michael, he grew a resentment for adults- especially ones who harm children

If you're ever in a situation where you're interacting with children, Wolfwood is studying you closely. It doesn't matter what your reaction is- as long as its not outwardly hateful, mean, or hurtful, he's enamored

Even if you're awkward or shy with kids, he can't help but have hearts in his eyes

There's a part of him that yearns for a reality where, as a kid, maybe he would get to meet someone like you

Nai

Nai admires when you speak up for what you believe in- especially if it's a common interest (in a modern au, this would mean something to do with environmentalism- in canon, it would likely be your opinions on humanity)

Having been around people who were willing to lie to protect their own interests, Nai easily sees through any attempts at insincerity

Even if the two of you disagree on the nature of humanity, when Nai sees you speaking so passionately, he can't help but fall in love with you even more

Your honesty, passion and drive to have your opinions heard has Nai enamored with your ideas

If the two of you happen to agree on humanity needing to go for the sake of the world's wellbeing- well then, he's all the more on board with what you have to say

[dothediscoinferno]

Part TWO of Under My Skin!! Thank you for your patience friends who have been waiting, this has been a very long week at work lmao.

Warnings: Foul Language, Knives is an asshole, reader gets the shit beat out of them, alienation, reader is still uncanny and will remain as such (I PROMISE THIS IS SUPER RELEVANT TO THE STORY), it gets worse before it gets better

Snuff

Knives x Uncanny!Reader (post Maximum, universe alteration)

Part 1: Under My Skin

Part 3

If there ever was a god, they were a fucking jerk for this.

Knives stood on one end of the table while you stood on the other. One of his taunts had led to a full on squabble, then to harsh shoves, and now to this. You held a rather large kitchen knife and had fury unparalleled by even the leviathan wyrms in your eyes. He wished he could still activate his gate, then this nonsense would finally be resolved quickly and messily.

He bore his teeth and to his surprise you bore yours. Strange. humans didn't usually have that reflex. He still had yet to make heads and tails of you but that could wait for another day. Now, he needed to focus on evading whichever attack you settle on.

"Cmon, you can't kill me! Just think of how sad Vash would be. I thought you were oath bound to my dear brother, you wouldn't dare break it would you?" The jest was less to diffuse the tension but more to fuel the fire.

"The Stampede will just have to deal punishment after you have been disposed of."

"All of this mellow drama because I said that you might be more tolerable if you at least tried to be human-" the kitchen knife flew by his head and embedded itself into the wall behind him, leaving a tear in the ugly wallpaper.

"Quiet! I am human! I AM!" You screamed, posture that of a rabid animal.

He rolled his eyes, "so says the hermit."

Knives found himself at a loss. You were practically frothing at the mouth with all your fury. Oh how the mighty have fallen, if this were mere months ago your head would already have been dispatched from your shoulders.

Eventually though, he let out a long dramatic sigh and put his hands up in surrender.

He didn't say anything nor did you but your posture relaxed a little bit. He let his hands fall back down and you turned away, your arms coming to wrap around your middle and nails digging into the soft flesh of your arm.

The two of you stood there for a while.

This had been what the last few weeks of your life had been like. If he wasn't silently brooding in his room he was throwing insults at you, finding every nook and cranny of insecurity to dig his claws into. You longed for his brother to return, to take the monster before you away, to leave you to your solitude again.

After a very long silence, Knives watched as you walked to a small closet near the front door and pulled out an old cloak. Shaking hands pulled on the worn out and tattered fabric. It was a dingy brownish grey but Knives suspected it might have been solid light grey at one point. At the very bottom, hidden beneath some folds in the fabric was half of a logo that seemed familiar but ultimately eluded his memory.

"Going out then?" He hummed, tone bored as if they hadn't been fighting.

"We are running low on essentials," your voice replied from deep within the hood.

He sauntered over and pulled the hood back, his gaze was cold and cruel. Then he rolled his eyes and huffed walking to the door and turning to wait for you.

"You are staying," you spoke firmly.

"I don't take orders from you," He sneered, "It's not like I can do anything anyway, might as well humor me with fresh air."

"You hate humans."

"I like to watch you suffer more."

A wry smile found his lips at his cruelty but for a second it disappeared. In that brief second he saw a very familiar look in your eyes, defeat. It caught him off guard but he recovered his arrogance quickly.

The walk to the town was deceptively long. You lived just far enough to see it but not close enough to be part of it, so much for your whole desperate pleas to be one of these maggots.

The two of you entered into the bustling market of the town. You adjusted your cloak and pulled the hood tightly over your head. He quirked a brow but ultimately decided to keep quite.

As you two passed by the vendors they eyed you warily. Parents pulled their children away and ugly taunts were thrown towards you. He got his own glances thrown at him but those were not born of fear and hatred, rather admiration and jealousy. He was beautiful so it was only natural for these parasites to look at him so. It was ironic in all truthfulness the way their eyes placed different judgments upon your and his heads; if only they knew what he had done.

He was brought back to the present as you stood in front of a stall selling dried meats and other pantry essentials.

"May I please-"

"We don't want you here."

"I just need-"

"We told you last time to get."

"I'll pay double-

"Scram freak."

You stood there for a moment before you moved ever so slightly. Knives could tell that you were looking at the other stalls and seeing that the same verdict had been reached across all the vendors of the town.

"Please. The next town is two days away. You know I don't linger I just need the essentials-"

The woman running the stall called behind her with an agitated huff. An extremely large man appeared and started to approach you, cracking his knuckles as you backed away.

The woman turned her attention to Knives with a friendly smile while her associate grabbed you.

"What can I get you hun?"

"W-wait-!"

"Dried Thomas?"

"I am sorry!"

"We just started to sell this new recipe!"

"Please-!"

"My own blend of seasonings!"

"S-stop please..."

"You really must try it!"

Knives turned to look back at you as the behemoth dragged your bloodied body back out of the town and into the unforgiving desert.

Ah, he remembered that logo now. One of the organizations who Conrad would occasionally work with. One that specialized in making monsters. What was their project again? Oh yes, turning humans into the worlds generators and creating new plants. How foolish of a task.

Dusk had settled when you came too again. A familiar figure loomed over you and nudged your side with his foot. He looked annoyed and dropped a heavy bag onto your stomach.

"Finally, I got you your groceries. You may repay me for my generosity later."

You recovered your breath but didn't reply or move. He looked down at you and saw how glassy your eyes looked, how hopeless you looked. Knives felt his gut churn but he dared not acknowledge how familiar this feeling was. Instead he dropped his cocky act and wandered off to the side until you finally peeled yourself off the sand and begun to stumble home. He trailed from a distance.

[peachyloveswriting]

Preview!!!

You wander around the cold halls of the ark, your fingertips brushing the wall as you walk past. These halls, though confusing and long, are familiar to you. Days go by where you don't see the sun and that just seems normal now. On days like this where you don't see the sun, you seek companionship.

Haven't posted in a while so I figured I'd give y'all a teaser haha

[twinklesilverstar]

Day 24 Beastman Knives

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Knives X F!Reader

CW: Bad pick up lines, drinking, bad flirting, grinding, wall sex, penis in vagina sex, breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, dirty talk, mild BDSM dynamics, praise kink, command play, fantasy species, consensual power play, overstimulation, sexual humor.

Word count: Roughly 3.2K

A/N: You went to a cowboy bar because of a rumour of twin bull beastmen working there. You didn't expect to go home with one of them.

Masterlist

When you heard about the bar you had to laugh, sure beastmen weren’t that uncommon anymore and society was still sort of adjusting to them. There would always be some bigots in the world, but, to hear about a western bar that had two bull beastmen working the bar? Yea right. There were tropes and then there were tropes. 

You’d even made a bet with one of your friends, and upon entering the door you were out twenty bucks. 

Stood right behind the bar were the two bull beastmen, and you had to admit they were both pretty cute. Blond hair, pretty blue eyes that were different shades, with their cow ears twitching and black horns sticking out of their heads. With the way they were dressed, it was easy to tell they were well paid to be behind the bar. One of them even had a tag clipped to his ear and a collar with a bell attached like he was a cow instead of a bull. 

His skin tight black shirt wasn’t helping either, showing off a very nice built body, at the bar it didn’t take you long to learn they were twins. The smaller of the two seemed far more friendly as he served drinks, or maybe he was better at getting tips then his twin. 

You’d learned their names were Vash and Kni, and you’d had to turn away to keep from snorting upon hearing the name Vash. Sure, your french was rusty but what kind of cruel parent names one of their kids that happens to be a beastman bull, a name that sounds a lot like vache, the french word for cow? 

As the night wore on you found yourself watching the more built twin from the corner of your eye, damn he was handsome, and something about those glacial eyes made you horny beyond belief. Swallowing your shot you deadpanned “I’m gonna ask what it takes to ride that bull.” Met by groans of disbelief from your friends, but you aren’t deterred. 

As you order a beer and Kni hands it to you after you pay you raise an eyebrow “you look like a bull made for the rodeo, how about we see how long it takes you to buck me off?” 

Kni raises an eyebrow in return “funny. You look more like a clown than a cowboy, but then again.” Leaning across the bar to whisper low in your ear “the cowboys are smart enough to know to start on top before they get in the ring.”

Well. It’s not a flat out no. You get the feeling he’s heard similar lines before and is used to sending people like you off in a flushed mess. “Every clown has to start somewhere. Besides, maybe I’m the kinda gal who just likes it bareback.” 

That gets you a snort “bareback is for horses. Not bulls. I guess you are a clown then.” There is a hint of a smile on his face now, and you think he might be enjoying himself. Leaning back behind the bar, watching to see if any of the other patrons are looking for a drink. 

“Maybe. Or maybe I’ve never been shown the time of my life before?” Taking a swig of your beer and watching that smile grow into a grin. 

“Alright. I’ll make you a deal” hanging on his every word as he leans across the bar again pointing at a mechanical bull. “Make it for three minutes and I’ll let you take me home.” 

Licking your lips you look him up and down, “and if I can’t make it?” 

He just shrugs, nodding as he’s flagged down by another patron at the bar “guess you’ll prove you’re the clown.” 

That leaves you laughing, heading towards it and looking for the guy who operates it. The bar thankfully doesn’t go silent as people try the mechanical bull, otherwise the first time when it starts up and you’re thrown right away you would have been beyond embarrassed. 

The second time, you fare a little better getting to thirty three seconds before being thrown and landing on your face near the padded floor. You aren’t a quitter though, told for liability sake you get a third chance but that’s it. Breathing deep you try to relax, if it’s like a horse it makes more sense to try and just let it move you instead of fighting. 

This time you’re laughing as the bull bucks and turns, feeling parts of your stomach being left behind and you think based on how long you’ve held on for you made it when you’re finally thrown off. Looking at the timer you feel your face fall, one minute fifty nine seconds. You had another full minute to go, a hand clapped to your back from the worker telling you good try. Heading back to the bar you notice Kni watching and you simply shrug your shoulders “looks like I’m the clown after all. Thanks for being a good sport with the flirting, guess I’ll go hang my head in shame.” Reaching across the bar to give him a handshake after admitting defeat. 

Feeling your eyebrows furrow when he presses something into your hand “maybe next time.” He agrees, grinning at you. Once you’re back at the table with your friends who are laughing at you, you look at the item he’d passed you. 

I’m off in an hour if you want that riding lesson. 

His little message has a number scratched beside it, pulling out your phone and sending it a text, watching Kni pick up his own from the bar and looking out over the crowd. Once his eyes are on you he winks, and sends a wink emoji to your phone before putting it back in his pocket.

An hour later you come up with an excuse telling your friends you’re sore from being thrown off the mechanical bull. Being told it serves you right for trying to flirt like that, and once outside you see him leaning against the side of the building with a hat and jacket to hide his work outfit. “Ready for that riding lesson?” A smirk across his face and you don’t need to worry about the chill in the air with how warm you are both from the booze running in your system and growing in your core. 

“You betcha.” A smirk of your own firmly in place, watching him push himself off from the wall, and without the bar in the way you see his tail twitching. “So. Thought I wasn’t gonna get to take you home unless I made it to three minutes.” You question following his steps as he heads down the sidewalk. You were curious when he gave you the note, having expected that to be the end of it. 

“Sure. I didn’t tell you I was gonna take you home if you made it two. One second short was close enough. Honestly, most give up after they get thrown the first time, so you might have piqued my interest.” You laugh, throwing your head back following behind him, making comments as the two of you walk. 

Ten minutes later and you’re outside his apartment door, waiting and watching that tail of his twitch again while he unlocks the door. Once open he’s waving you inside “nice place you g-” as the door clicks closed and he locks it you find yourself up in the air and his mouth on yours as he slams you against the door his hands kneading your ass. Moaning your hands grasping his shoulders as the two of you are quick to deepen the kiss, hoping you don’t taste too much like all the liquor you’ve drank tonight. 

While you’re making out, your hands start to wander pressing and pinching against his skin, breaking from the kiss when your fingers hit the cow bell attached to the collar he’s still wearing. Looking at and realizing he’s staring at you, lust reflecting clear in those ice blue eyes “right. Riding lesson.” It’s muttered against the skin of your chin like he’d forgotten about it, keeping you in the air as he heads for his bedroom. You don’t miss the way he holds you up, braced under one arm so his hand can wander along your backside giving it a few pinches. You use the time to tease the skin of his neck not hidden away by his shirt or the collar, licking and leaving small hickies in the wake of your sucking. Hands reaching up to rub at the horns atop his head giving them the lightest of tugs, and this time he’s the one laughing. 

“I can’t feel anything when you grab them.” Pausing in his groping of your skin to push the door open, making sure when his hand lands on your back once more he’s pushing you forward so you’re rubbing against his front. And damn. From what you can feel he has to be hung like a horse. Or in this case a bull. “Something tells me you’re far more interested in that part of me instead of my horns however.” 

“In my defense, the rest of you is pretty cute too.” Punctuating your words by pressing a quick kiss just under his earlobe before blowing on the sensitive skin, watching as it bends and twists trying to get away from the air blowing against it. 

Giving your ass a squeeze before pressing your back against the wall and using his hips to keep you pressed against him he grins, looking down at you “you won’t find it cute when you can’t walk tomorrow.” Sliding one of his hands under your shirt to start to fondle at one of

your breasts, fingertips calloused sending a line of fire straight to your core. His other hand repositioning your legs so your pussy is pressed against the wide expanse of his upper thigh now, toes just pressing to the floor. “Time to start that lesson. You need to have good balance when riding a bull.” Starting to undulate his leg so you’re almost bouncing on his thigh, the friction delectable, a small moan leaving you as your arms grip his shoulders for balance. “Yea. Just like that.” 

He keeps you on his thigh for a while, his hand occasionally reaching down to press against your clothed core, all while playing with the nipple of your breast working it to a hardened nub. “I think it’s time we lose some layers.” Pulling both of his hands from your body and with a roll of his shoulders his jacket is falling to the floor, you expect his shirt to follow, instead he’s undoing his belt and leaving it unfastened before reaching for your own shirt. “If that’s alright with you.” 

“Oh fuck yea.” Helping him to pull the fabric above your head before going back to grinding on his body. Your torso just covered by your bra now has him licking his lips, shifting the fabric of the cups of your overflowing skin from the band and starting to play with the other nipple. 

“The next part of the lesson is learning when you need to take the reins.” Sliding one of his hands along his chest before dipping down to his abs “if you get my meaning?” You certainly do, rolling your hips and letting your hands fly to his pants, undoing the button and pulling the zipper down fast enough you’re certain you hear the teeth snapping. The bulge in his pants is more obvious now, dipping a hand inside the band of his boxers and grasping him. Thick enough you can’t get your fingers to meet as you wrap around him, hearing a grunt pass his lips. “Quick learner.” 

Moving your hand down to his tip and giving it a light squeeze you grin “maybe I should slow down. Being a poor student might get me more lessons.” Gasping as you finish speaking, feeling him pinch your nipple and sucking on your lower lip before biting it just hard enough to make the skin swell. Lapping at it afterwards and humming. 

“We’ll see how well you can listen before I offer a second lesson” grinning against your lips as he dips one of his hands down to where the waistband of your own pants, watching your eyes to see if you want to keep going. Nodding for him to continue, catching his mouth for a deeper kiss, letting his wide tongue press into your mouth and sweeping into the nooks and crannies. Hearing the snap of your pants being loosened and a warm hand pushing your own underwear out of the way to fondle your folds, your grinding coming to a halt at something pressing more actively against you. “A rather important lesson in riding is the importance of protection.” Whining as he pulls away from your body, letting your feet land flat on the floor and removing your hand from his pants. 

Digging in a drawer near his bedside table watching you with hooded eyes “want the next part of the lesson against the wall or on the bed?” Pushing the front of his pants and underwear down so both are hanging just under his heavy looking balls, ripping the package open before sliding the condom on his throbbing cock. 

Swallowing you grin, dropping your pants and underwear to the floor but otherwise not moving “wall.”

Striding towards you with sure steps, and letting his hands trace your sides before grasping your hips and starting to lift you off the floor. Your own hands moving to grip his shoulders again. “This part is real important, you need to make sure you’ve got the bull right where you want them before taking your seat and mount them.” Watching him you swallow, one of you hands trailing down his cloth covered chest before reaching down for his cock between the two of you. Even through the condom his skin feels like it’s burning up, lining his head up with your pussy but not before giving your clit a few taps. “Last chance to back out.” 

He’s watching you for any sign you don’t want this “I want this.” Sliding the hand still on his shoulder to grip his short blond hair and kissing him, like your life depends on it. Gasping against his lips as he starts to penetrate you, the blunt tip of his cock stretching you wide, taking his time to work your pussy open and you’re glad for all the foreplay. You aren’t sure you would have been able to take him otherwise. A symphony of pants, moans and groans rending the air until at last he’s as deep inside of you as he can be at this angle. Tilting his head against your forehead and looking down at where you’re joined, the sound of his cowbell jingling odd. 

Ears twitching while he seems content at the moment to keep his eyes on the space between your legs that his length is nestled in. “We haven’t even started the lesson in earnest and you feel like you wanna milk me dry.” 

All you can feel are your walls spasming around him, the veins of his cock pulsing almost in time with your own racing heartbeat. “Thought bulls didn’t produce milk?” Teasing through your pants and watching his eyes darken. 

“This one does, as long as you know how to get it.” Kissing you again, waiting for the clenching of your walls to slow, giving both of your breasts a tight squeeze, his hands easily covering your soft mounds. “Final part of the lesson before we get going, as much as the bull might not feel it, that old adage about grabbing the bull by the horns in a good one. When you wanna put what I’ve told you to use, grab em.” The words are barely out of his mouth before you’re doing just that, gripping his horn and starting to move your hips so he’s thrusting in and out of you at the shallow angle you can manage. 

“Hang on tight, because this bull is about to wreck you.” 

Grabbing your hips he starts to slam inside of you, bucking his hips with one goal in mind, making you orgasm around him. Damn. You can feel sweat starting to bead against your back and he doesn’t even look fazed doing all the work, using the wall behind the two of you so he can set a brutal pace, every thrust going from tip to base. A new orchestra is starting to play, the sounds of skin slapping skin, the occasional moan breaking through while he makes your body bend to him. 

“Fuck” moaning as your eyes start to roll into the back of your head, Kni biting your ear to bring you back to your senses having felt your grip on his horns loosen. 

“You’re not a clown or a cowboy are you?” You shake your head in the negative, to fucked out of it as your orgasm grows closer and closer. Dragging his teeth down along the skin of your neck. “I guess that makes you a cute little cow. In that case, moo for me little cow.”

You don’t know why but the sound of his request has you clenching harder around him, you hadn’t thought you had a bit of degradation kink before now. “Mooo” practically moaned in his ear, and his hips are somehow moving even faster now. 

“Good little cow. This bull is gonna pound you all night long, fill this little cow pussy with cum.” You let out another moo noise as you orgasm, hearing it turn into a moan as you lose some control of your body as it relaxes. “You like that don’t you? Maybe I’ll put my calf in 

you, make you my cow forever.” Almost screaming as your second orgasm rips through you, his dirty talk making your head spin while his cock is pistoning inside of you with enough force you know you’ll be bruised. His mouth catching yours for a searing kiss as a third orgasm follows right behind the second. 

“Too much” panting against his lips, connected to yours by a thin line of saliva his pale blue eyes almost glowing as he stops, keeping his cock buried to the hilt inside you. 

“You wanna stop or take a break?” His voice is hoarse but he’s listening to you, nuzzling his nose under your ear as he speaks. 

“Break.” Because damn, if he can do that without breaking a sweat what else can he do? 

“Don’t worry about the calf thing.” Watching him swallow, a light blush on his face “I’ve got lots of condoms. It's kind of a bull thing having a breeding kink and well, talking about it.” You nod, resting your head against his shoulder while you catch your breath. 

“Dirty talk is fine.” Panting still as your skin starts to cool “besides. Maybe I do want a calf.” Feeling how he pulsates inside of you hearing those words you grin. 

“In that case.” Hand on your throat and tilting your head upwards “got milk?” Pressing his lips to yours again, waiting for you to signal you’re ready to continue. 

The next day you can barely walk, having gone through an entire pack of condoms with Kni before calling it quits. At your own home you pull out your phone to tell him you made it safely as he asked, a look of concern on his face when you left mid morning. Hearing the ding of a notification you flick it open. 

Laughing at his answer. 

Remember 

That offer for a second lesson is an open invitation 

You need the help

[kn1vesm]

you don’t understand how much i love knight!knives you guys it’s so peak pls go read it. real brain rot.

[bdsmknives]

Molded Like Putty In His Hands (Knives smut)

Rating: 18+, explicit

Words: 2k

Pairing: Knives x Reader (w vagina)

Tags: NSFW, smut, slightly sadistic, implied spanking, bondage, restraints, pussy fingering, penis in vagina, anal fingering, anal sex, double penetration, cock sucking, cuts, biting, multiple orgasms, some tears, some pain, voyeurism, dildo use*

The red impressions of his hand still sting on your ass, the drips of cold lube crawling down your crack and glistening on your thighs. It is the momentary absence of his touch that makes you shudder with anticipation. The strings of blades have wrapped themselves around you , binding you in a way that is both terrifying and exhilarating. The restraints have pulled your elbows to your back, forcing your chest and face into the sheets. More of these deadly strings have twisted themselves around your legs, forcing your ass up into the air, legs apart, and leaving you exposed and receptive for him. One wrong move and the restraints will cut into your skin; you cannot squirm or fight against them. You lie there, completely vulnerable and at his mercy, waiting for the maniac, Millions Knives, to do with you as he pleases.

You carefully lift your chin, inching it along the mattress to turn your face towards him. Knives lies on his side, head lazily resting on a fist. His gaze is cold and unwavering, with just the slightest hint of playfulness that clues towards him enjoying himself. His free hand traces your cheek, brushing over your lips so they part. His fingers linger on you for just a moment before he pulls away, and you feel another strand of blades wrap around your head, obscuring your vision of him.

The bed shifts slightly as you feel his fingers on the nape of your neck, his touch sending shivers over your body. He slowly creeps along your spine with his feather light touch, tickling your bare skin, yet you have to stay still or risk being cut. He follows the curve of your back, lingering a little longer on the dip of your lower back before squeezing your ass cheek firmly. His hand moves forward, his fingertips lightly teasing over your anus. He does a little circle around it before pressing against the tight ring of muscle, just enough to make you gasp. He moves on downwards, smearing the lube towards your pussy. He skips over the entrance, teasing through your folds that are wet both from your anticipation and the lube. With minimal friction, he teases over the bud of nerves that is begging for more. He presses just enough to make you gasp, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You feel his hand rest against your skin as his slick fingers continue to draw circles of ecstasy. Involuntarily, you start to tense up, each of his strokes making you crave more. He teases your clit with a burning touch but pauses as soon as a gasp rolls off your lips. He draws it out, taking almost sadistic pleasure from your frustration, knowing there is nothing you can do about it.

Knives continues to toy with your senses, the way in which he plays with you getting a little intenser each time until instead of gasps you let out frustrated whimpers. His fingers brush upwards again, until he slips a digit in your cunt, feeling the wetness and heat of your desire, the tightness gripping him tightly. He feels your insides, slowly pushing deeper inside you; his hooked finger teases you as he pulls back. He continues with one finger before adding another; the way he moves becomes quicker, rougher, and more intense as he fills the room with the wet sounds of fingering your pussy. He doesn't stop when you start to moan into the mattress, and instead he presses his fingers deeper inside you.

It becomes hard to focus on anything else besides the way he pleasures you, the ecstasy taking over your body and mind in a way where the slight nicks from the blades don't even register. He pulls his fingers from you only to tease your clit again, making you gasp and whimper before plunging back inside you. He continues, alternating the way he builds towards your orgasm one brick at a time. He erases everything from your mind except for the pleasure he is giving you, his hand becoming rougher with time until you come undone. He continues to fuck your cunt relentlessly with his three fingers deep inside, curling and rubbing against your sensitive wall until you're writhing in ecstasy as much as the restraints would allow. Groans escape your throat as you ride through the pulsing orgasm, leaving your trembling thighs covered in a slick mess.

Knives removes his hand, leaving you panting heavily, the blanket under your cheek partially covering your airway, making you take in your hot breath all over again. As your body starts to relax again, you feel your heartbeat in your nether regions, the sensation spreading through your entire body. Knives's touch is intoxicating, already making you crave more. You miss the bite marks he would leave on your body, the almost hateful way he slaps your ass. You crave more of the game, of the violent ways he wants you.

The moment of rest doesn't last long. It's not even enough for your heart and breathing to return to normal. Knives doesn't speak tender words, not even nasty ones; he is silent, as if he isn't there at all, yet you feel something press against your entrance. As it starts to sink in, you recognize the familiar way your cunt stretches around Knives's cock. You feel a rush of pleasure and pain, and you start to moan, unable to control your body's response. You feel it push past the initial tightness and go deeper until it fills you to the brim with its length and girth. As Knives pulls back, every vein and bump along the shaft sends sparks of electricity through your body. You arch your back in pleasure, craving more of him inside you again.

While his cock picks up speed inside you, the restraints pull your legs apart further, spreading you wide open for him. Yet while the pleasure is immense, you don't feel him against you. There is no hand on your back to push you even further into the sheets, no fist pulling on your hair, no fingers digging into your hips, just his cock in your pussy pounding away with no mercy in sight. Just the raw, unadulterated sensation of being filled by him. The absence of his touch intensifies the feeling, making you ache for more of his presence. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through your body, aching for the connection that is missing. It is your mind that conjures up images of him, the way he would push back his sweaty hair, his whole body leaning away as his hips keep moving back and forth. He is unusually silent, but perhaps his soft breath gets drowned out by the wet sounds echoing from between your legs, or it is your moans covering for him.

Your pondering gets cut short as you feel his finger by your other entrance, slowly teasing and pushing against the resistant muscle. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and discomfort. You feel his finger push in through the layer of lube, and you can't help but let out a gasp of pleasure. His cock never stops, continuing with its feverish pace even as Knives's finger explores new territory. The dual sensations send waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying with each movement. You find yourself lost in the moment, completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of the combined touch. Knives doesn't stop, smearing the lube around, pulling his finger out only to slip it in again, adding another, stretching you in the most delicious way, all while spearing your cunt with his dick. The all-consuming pleasure laps at you, building towards another crashing orgasm. So it is all the more disappointing when Knives pulls out, leaving you gaping for more of him. The sudden emptiness leaves you aching and desperate for his return. It teases dissatisfied whines from your throat.

Knives doesn't leave you empty for long, but instead of plunging back into you with the same feverish pace, he pushes against your asshole. He moves slowly, patiently waiting for you to accommodate him, sliding in the tip through the prepared hole. You can't help but whimper as he suddenly is in with all his girth, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes at the delectable pain. You feel a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as he begins to thrust deeper and deeper, his movement slow and deliberate. You take him in, your hands curling into fists as you try to relax, but the anticipation threatens to consume you whole. Tiny cries of both pleasure and ache escape your lips while he continues to fuck you in the ass. It is maddening, yet the discomfort gives way to more intense pleasure with each thrust. Your body responds eagerly to his every movement. You crave it, you need it, you want more.

The bladed tentacle unwraps itself from your eyes, allowing you to see again. At first it is just more blanket under your cheek, and you barely care, too consumed with Knives pounding your ass, but then your eyes catch a glimpse of something unexpected. Knives still lies beside you like before. You continue to pant in pleasure as you try to understand the impossible sight, but before you can collect yourself, you feel pressure on your cunt. A second cock pushes into you. A yelp of surprise is all you manage before two dicks start to fuck you, Knives still casually lying beside you. He seems to enjoy the sight of you being so surprised and consumed. As the panting turns to moaning, Knives reveals the secret to you. The string of blades that covered your eyes before morphs into a replica of Knives's cock, but before you can take in what just happened, Knives muffles the sound coming out of you with that newly formed dick. Despite ferling real, it fills your mouth with the taste of metal as you suck on it, still grumbling while the two other replicas drag you to the edge of ecstasy.

Knives watches your expression carefully as you come, the muffled moan a lengthy and primal growl of release. The pleasure overwhelms you as the two cocks fuck you at different paces, one relentlessly drilling into you while the other moves slower in your tight ass. The sensation of being filled and stretched in such a way tumbles you violently over the edge, legs shaking and pussy dripping as the orgasm ravages you. As the strength leaves your body and turns you into a weak mess, Knives's tendrils release you, causing you to crumble onto the mattress, covered in tiny cuts where you pushed too hard against the bladed bondage. You lay there, panting and exhilarated, feeling the sharp sting of the cuts mixing with the pleasure of release. Knives reaches out his hand, brushing away the tear that has rolled to the tip of your nose.

"I hope you aren't done yet, because now I will start to have my own fun," Knives says in a low voice, an almost sadistic smirk on his lips.

You feel the two cocks being pulled out of your ass and pussy simultaneously, causing you to gasp just as the third cock gets removed. Knives hooks his hand under your weak knee and flips you effortlessly onto your back, pinning you down with his body. He takes one of your wrists, bringing it closer to his face, licking at the tiny cuts on your skin before biting the soft flesh of your forearm, leaving imprints of his teeth, his slightly protruding fangs nearly drawing blood. He seems to enjoy himself, watching as you still pant heavily, your body becoming putty in his hands. He grabs hold of your hips, pulling them off the mattress and onto his own, positioning you for what's to come next.

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20. S.O.S.

Series: Apple Blossoms Pairing: Knives x GN!Reader Word count: 3k This chapter has been beta-read by kn1vesm

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High-pitched barks start as soon as you step off the stairs, like a security alarm. The tiny fluffy dog hurries over across the faded carpet but calms down immediately as you come into view. It wags its tail happily and turns around to return to Lucille, who waits by the reception in her voluptuous nightgown. She yawns as she picks up the dog, who seems to vibrate with excitement.

"You really had to leave this early?" Lucille asks with disappointment as she strokes the dog's soft fur.

"Sorry, but this way we have the most daylight for travel. Days are short enough as is." You smile apologetically. "And you didn't need to send us off; I could have just put the keys back myself like usual."

"Nonsense. I had to see you two before you disappear for another year," she says while shuffling closer. "And it might be my last chance to lay my eyes on that handsome fellow whom you've been hiding from me! It is very unfair of you!"

"You're imagining things!" You reply with mock outrage, even though you know that she is right; you have been avoiding her.

"After I provided you two with the best room in the house as well!" she shakes her head with disappointment.

"You could have warned us about the shared bathroom," you mumble.

"Did I not?" She feigns ignorance. "Oops!"

You notice the tiredness leave her body as mischief takes over.

"Are you sure we can't pay for the rooms?" You prod again.

"I absolutely am!" Lucille puffs out her chest, "So if you insist on leaving, then we are done here. You owe me nothing! And I do expect to see you again! I will always find room for you here, even if I have to personally kick someone else out. And don't wait so long to return next time. Or at least write me a letter and let me know how you're doing. I worry about you!"

Lucille's demeanor softens, and she walks over to you, taking your hand and squeezing it to drive her point across. It is obvious from the lines on her face that she does care. She is sad to see you go, and you feel a bit guilty for avoiding her while you've stayed in town. You should come back once you get things sorted with your supplies, Knives, and Silvercrest.

"And you!" Lucille turns to Knives, who stands a step behind you. "Take care of my savior! You hear me? There are too many people who would be distraught if something bad were to happen to this angel! And while you're at it… don't wait too long to make up your mind. Someone else might snatch up what you want while you're sitting on a fence. No matter how handsome you are."

"Lucille!" you squeeze her hand, a frown creating a crease between your brows.

"What? I didn't say anything that wasn't true!" she makes herself sound as innocent as possible before laughing and letting go of you. "Take care! I hope to see you soon!"

It is bittersweet to leave this town in the early hours of the morning. The sky is still dark and the streets are quiet as you make your way to the gate. You're let through without issue, and together with the howling winds, the suns appear too—slowly creeping over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the land. Each step forward makes your stomach feel heavier. After all, you are heading towards Octovern.

Knives is plagued by a sense of… something. He expected relief, as he is finally out of that room. He has some freedom back; he is in the open desert, just like he had wanted with all his being just a few days ago. But now that there is nothing but dunes in front of him as far as the eye can see, he does not feel relief. He doesn't know what this feeling is or why it has settled in his gut that is already overcrowded with butterflies and black holes. All he knows is that it's not going away. He shifts his gaze to you. He looks at the back of your head as the strong winds whip your cloak around you. At least this time you are alone on your tomas, no more unwanted guests to make Knives's blood boil. He doubts he would be able to just stand by and watch this time.

There is also Lucille's request that got stuck in his head. He was asked to take care of you. What does it even mean? Does she expect him to protect you? It seems like a fool's errand. You are always way too eager to dive in headfirst. Do you even want to live with an attitude like that? And how ironic for anyone to ask for him to protect a human. If anything, he is a bigger threat to you than any man. Or so it used to be. Something has changed. Actually, a lot has changed. Knives's hands seem incapable of hurting you at this point. There is no distaste left in him towards you. His body is drawn to you, not at all repulsed by a human being. It is as if Knives has gotten stuck in your orbit, unclear if the trajectory will pull him closer or eventually push him away again. To his terror, it appears that he doesn't mind this.

Knives pushes for his tomas to move a bit quicker until he catches up to you, his ride falling in line with your bird. Knives sees you turn your head toward him with a slight smile, and his heart does a little leap in his chest—his heart skipped a beat. Just like described in those grandiose poems in the book. Knives tries to ignore it.

"How did you save Lucille's life?" he asks, raising his voice to shout over the wind.

"Huh?" you ask in return, not able to pick out what he said over the roaring gale.

Knives takes a deep breath, ready to shout even louder to be heard, but catches himself before he can do that, holding on to his dignity. He gives a little wave with his hand, letting you know it is not important, and then turns his gaze back to the horizon, where the suns are climbing their way up. He is disappointed, cursing the strong winds for making it nearly impossible to talk to you. He wants to hear your voice; strangely, he wants it to fill the air like it did when he first woke up in your house.

Your gaze lingers on him a while longer. He tried to tell you something, or maybe he asked something? You aren't sure, but it made you happy regardless. He spoke to you. Voluntarily. On his own accord. It makes you nearly as happy as when he first talked to you. It brings a smile to your face. You will definitely return to this potential conversation once it is possible to hear the other and the wind doesn't kick up sand into your mouths.

The next settlement should come soon enough; depending on how the toma hold up, it might even come too soon, and you would waste a lot of daylight if you spent the night there. But then again, it would be better to stay in a settlement; it would be safer in every way. You ponder about it, weighing your options while turning your eyes forward. There probably wouldn't be any big worms to worry about. Less likely to encounter bandits who would take you as easy targets. You could purchase food and water, saving your rations. If you get lucky, Knives can sleep in a clean bed, reducing the risk of infection. But on the other hand, there are people, and they could recognize him. You are too close to Octovern, things are riskier; the military police and Earth's forces can catch up to you in a blink of an eye in their cars. You don't stand a chance. You also don't come to these parts too often; you don't have much of a reputation to fall back on. You doubt you could talk your way out if something were to go south.

Knives keeps glancing over while you are deep in thought. He can tell from the furrow of your brow that you are wrestling with something. He wants to ask, but you wouldn't hear him anyway, so he keeps his mouth shut. He guesses it is about Octovern. You are heading straight for it now, as far as he can tell. There was a time when that would make him cautious, perhaps even worried, but at this point, he feels at ease with you. The nagging thought of you handing him over has disappeared. You would have done so already if it were your plan. You wouldn't look so nervous if that were the case.

For the first time in a while, Knives starts to wonder about the future. What it might hold for him. And you. He finds himself rooting for you, hoping that you will succeed in finding a supplier so you can keep doing what you have been for a long time. He wonders when his wound will heal and what comes after. Will you push him to go and find his own way? It would make sense, yet Knives can't begin to guess what he would do. He has been relying on you to guide him in this world that has come after his failure. He can't even imagine going off on his own. Somehow, you are always there in the future that conjures itself in his brain. Perhaps the strangest part about this train of thought is that for once, Knives doesn't mind the way you invade his brain.

Knives takes care of the toma while you prepare to make dinner. He strokes their long, feathered necks as they drink the water he offers and let out cooing sounds of contentment. Knives has his back towards you, allowing you to watch him in peaceful admiration. His demeanor has changed. He did show some affection towards the birds even before, but right now he seems more open, genuine. It's as if he has finally let down his guard, even just a little bit.

"What did you say earlier, after we left Fairvale?" you ask him now that you have left the merciless winds behind.

"Nothing important," he replies, not turning towards you, instead feeding the birds some grain from his palm.

"You can tell me anyway," you say softly and click on the little gas burner.

"I was just wondering how you saved Lucille's life." The words slip from his mouth before he can catch them by the tail. He should watch what he says; he should keep his walls up, but it has become so hard with you. He wants to hear your voice; he wants to feel your brave gaze that doesn't look at him like he is insane, like he is a villain. It is an impossible thing to admit to himself, so he remains in denial, even though, deep down, he already knows it is the truth. But he can't bring himself to accept it.

"By pure luck, to be fair." You smile softly, glad he decided to let his curiosity win. "Fairvale has its own clinic, so I don't go there too often. At least not like I do with the little towns and villages closer to home. But I did go to the Solstice festival some years ago and just happened to be right there when I heard a woman complain about chest pain. The moment I managed to pick her out from the crowd, she nearly collapsed. I rushed over and helped her. Apparently this wasn't the first time, but it was the worst. I get more credit for that whole ordeal than I deserve. Everything about that encounter was lucky. That I was in town, that I was almost next to her when she started to complain, that I had almost all of my supplies on me… the list goes on. But most of all, everything that happened happened on time. In a matter of 10 minutes, I don't know if there would have been anything I could have done."

"Lucky Bug," Knives mutters under his breath, not loud enough for you to hear.

"I stayed in town a bit longer after that. I watched over Lucille and consulted with the local doctor. I helped out while I was there, got to meet many interesting people, and Lucille wouldn't stop talking to anybody who would listen about how I apparently saved her life. That got me quite a lot of job offers, both from the clinic and the mayor himself. It was bizarre."

Knives hangs on to every word you say; he listens to your voice as it entangles into his mind. He still has his back to you because he knows that if he meets your gaze, that would be all he could focus on. As soon as you fall silent, he starts to crave more. He waits for a moment longer, hoping you would continue to speak, but then turns around. He sees you staring off into the distance, your brows furrowed in concentration. Knives notes the soft glow of the gas burner on your profile, barely noticeable since it hasn't gotten completely dark yet, a soft twilight. You look concerned, and it makes his stomach feel uncomfortable. He wonders what could be troubling you. He follows your gaze into the distance. Somewhere far, close to the horizon, there is a barely noticeable light. It is hard to spot it on the backdrop of the fading sunset colors, but it is there, and it is flashing. Three short, three long, three short. Pause. Repeat.

"What do you think this could be?" Knives asks as he turns to look at you again.

"That's a distress signal. S.O.S." you reply, gaze still nailed to the light. "Someone is in trouble."

"Don't you think it could be a trap? Just drawing people in." Knives suggests, reminded of human cruelty and trickery.

"They are signaling to us. They saw the light of our gas burner; it would be bright enough for them to see. They know we are here; if it were a trap, they would sneak up on us," you explain. "We have to help."

Knives can't get another word out before you are already on your feet, packing up and preparing to head out. You leave the light burning as you hurry around him, rolling up your bed and going to saddle the toma. Knives isn't convinced by your explanation. As you pass him, he grabs hold of your wrist to make you stop for a second.

"What if it is a trap after all?" he asks, his voice stern as he looks at you.

"What if it isn't?" you reply, looking him in the eye with resolution he cannot deny.

He lets go of you and wordlessly starts to help you to get ready. He helps you saddle the birds and attaches the gear while you pick up the last of your supplies. After everything else is sorted, you pick up the still lit burner and wave it over your head before extinguishing the flame and putting it safely away.

A million worrisome thoughts cross your mind about what this could be. There shouldn't be a settlement there, and they probably wouldn't flash for help like this. They could, but it isn't likely in your mind. This flashing light isn't a fire; it has to be some sort of lamp. Something bright. Car headlights or a large torch. Someone must be stranded in the desert. They could be victims of bandits. They are likely hungry and dehydrated. Hopefully they aren't hurt. Whatever the case, you have already mounted your ride and push forward with a brisk pace, Knives shortly behind you.

The distance seems endless; the light comes only slightly closer as you hurry over the dunes. It settles a heavy weight deep in your stomach, each bounce of the toma conjuring up a new thought about the trouble the light might be signaling. It still flashes the same pattern of distress. Three short, three long, three short. Pause. Repeat. You take mental note of your diminished supplies: with what you have, there is only so much you can do. You only have enough for a few more wounds. There is only so much pain you can take away, only so much fever you can banish. And everything else… is almost hopeless.

With your mind firmly focused on doom, the stretch of sand finally starts to close. The flashing lights are two separate sources—car headlights, just like you had guessed. But there is more, a glow of softer lights moving about in the distance. There are at least a few people. New thoughts of worry begin to creep in. What about Knives? What if he is recognized? You can't outrun cars on your toma. It makes you stop on top of a ridge that overlooks the boundless desert.

"Pull up your hood," you instruct Knives, "I don't think they will have any ill intent towards us, but just in case… Be careful."

"What is that?" he asks, looking towards the lights as he covers his hair and part of his face with the hood. "Is that a car pulling something?"

It makes you look again, this time a little more carefully. It is hard in the darkness that has settled over the whole area. You narrow your eyes, straining to see what he does, and indeed you begin to make out a silhouette in the glow of the dimmer lights. A very familiar sight that makes your heart jump with glee.

"That's a caravan! Those are traders!" you exclaim, not even noticing how you push yourself up from your saddle, leaning forward.

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