~ 21.10 - Mahito ~
Dom!reader x sub!mahito - reader is gender neutral
Warning: knife play, cutting, blood play (+ tasting), hematophilia (blood kink), wound play (fingering), reader is a huge sadist, Mahito being sado-maso, mentions of killing, a lil’ wild & crazy, messy as f, hair pulling, manipulation maybe??, bitch ass lied to us, light degradation
~ Word count: 5.3k ~
Nini!rant: oh this is definitely not going to get many notes lmao
Kinktober list 2024/2025
Have you ever had this dilemma where your intrusive thoughts almost got the better of you?
If ethics applied to what goes through your brain as well, then you would have been thrown into prison a long time ago. That’s why one must draw a fine line between fiction and reality. Curiosity killed the cat, that saying really struck a cord in you, due to how relatable it was. Your fantasies have been getting more and more extreme lately, and you really wanted to explore those in a safe and controllable environment. Many people on the net would use writing or drawing to express their thoughts, to satisfy their needs, but it wasn’t doing it for you anymore.
Furthermore simply consuming it didn’t hit the spot as well, you wanted to create something, to have it be made from your own two hands. There weren’t many other mediums you could use, and you certainly couldn’t practice your imaginations in real life, with another living being. Because the sensation you desired to experience was the feeling of cutting fresh flesh under a blade. Truly, it was nothing but a passing dream, and you’d never act upon it. On the contrary, you were against it by all means.
This was more like an annoying question keeping you awake at night, nothing more, nothing less. Which is why you were convinced if you simply ignored it for a while, it’d go away by itself. Sadly your brain never functions how you’d like it to, and there were no easy solutions to your problem.
How would it be like, though? Would it be difficult to slice, or super easy? It’s probably similar to mincing other kinds of meat, right? In which way would the blood splatter— or would it splash around at all? In addition, you’ve been wanting to do some rather sadistic things, to treat your sub worse than an insect. Watching the bruises you caused darken with every hit, seeing the fear and tears in their eyes, until they are gagging for mercy… yes, you felt guilty with yourself for having such thoughts.
No matter what, you couldn’t bring yourself to actually inflict all this pain upon a real person, your morals stood in the way and the thought of having to deal with the aftermath was enough to snap you out of your daydreams. There’s no way there would be anyone masochistic enough to accept you, right? To also enjoy whatever you liked, while wearing an expression full of glee.
If anything, you also didn’t want there to be evidence of your actions. Scars or other lasting injuries, things that never fade away. Maybe you were a bit of a coward, though you just couldn’t bear that responsibility and neither have you met anyone willing to shoulder it for you. Honestly, this time you were perfectly fine with being left in the dark, it’s not like it was anything so important you couldn’t live without. That’s what you kept telling yourself. In any case, you went on about your day, forgetting all about it after busying yourself, until you met this sewer rat.
This annoying fuck who kept occupying space in your home, with his punchable face and carefree demeanour. You wanted to beat him up, so damn badly. Since the very first day he had decided to stay and live in your cozy living room, he’s been getting under your skin. Who did he even think he was, deciding something like that on his own? Always making a mess everywhere, being loud and obnoxious. At first you held back since he was some kind of alien abomination you didn’t know anything about, though after a while you couldn’t ignore it anymore and began scolding him.
You knew he was strong, could do weird stuff with his body, and has a high rank or something, but how comes he can’t even eat the snacks he stole from you without crumbling them everywhere?! Anyone would explode, this was still your house, which led to a heated debate between you and that guy. To this day he haven’t changed one bit, neither has he ever cleaned after himself. Seriously, what’s his deal? His argument was that ‘I’m a curse and don’t need to bother with human chores’. Like, is he being for free right now?
Fine, he might be a curse or whatever, even then you didn’t care. Especially because the more time you’ve been forced to spend with him, the less he seemed like a threat. He was just some strange, childish yet horrific looking dude wanting to play all the time. What have you done to deserve this? Isn’t there a way to get rid of him? You plopped down onto your couch next to him, sighing deeply. Is there even any advantage to you housing him, or just that he has an insatiable appetite costing you all your savings?
“Honestly, what can you even do?” You groaned, then mumbled to yourself under your breath, “just go and die in a ditch.” At that time, you didn’t know that all his senses were scarily better than those of a normal human, and he heard you cussing him out, so he pouted at you, “so mean!” Yet his expression changed to a grinning one not even half a seconds later, and he chuckled, “well, it’s not like you can hurt me anyway, hehe~” While that was meant to be a snarky remark, he didn’t know you’d actually react so strongly.
“Huh? What did you mean, I can’t hurt you? Like in what way?” This piqued your interest, so there was more to this curse than just being an irritating brat? “Pff, of course someone as weak as you can’t! Not even in your dreams~! I could turn you into anything I wanted with a single touch, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it~” he chirped all cheerfully, finding his own words fun, though you didn’t really care about his strength and went back to the topic at hand, “okay, whatever but… are you, I don’t know, immortal? Or does it require a specific methode for you to die?”
He blinked, this was kind of no fun, you got so serious all of a sudden. Were you expecting him to educate you on curses? Does he even want to do that kind of favour for you?“Hmm, well…” Mahito thought about it, should he tell you the truth? Then he’d have to do so much explaining, which he frankly didn’t want to do. You were just some puny mortal, telling you wouldnt do him any favour. Instead, why not just lie? That’d be so much more thrilling! Now that he has decided, he smirked and answered, “that’s right~ I’m immortal, no matter what you do I won’t die.”
You were amazed but also surprised at his response, does that mean he’s comparable to a ghost or undead? That’d fit your definition of a curse too, so you bought whatever nonsense he told you straight away, without any hint of suspicion, listening with this face full of fascination. He held his head high and relished in your clear admiration, then added, “you wanna see it first hand? I can show you what I can do!” Now he was like an excited kid wanting to brag, grinning all smugly.
If he’s this self confident, arrogant even, then it must be true. You were totally convinced by his words, like, wasn’t this’s such a perfect opportunity? A person who can’t get hurt no matter what you do, which means you won’t need to face any consequences. Besides, curses don’t fall under the jurisdiction of the law, so he probably can’t sue you neither. Also, you’ve been wanting to let out some steam on that man, so more reasons to ask him.
And he’s, well, prettier than your average person. Sure that patchwork face was a little scary at first, but you kind of got used to it. Now it has become a part of his… charm? Maybe it was even somehow cute? You thought deep about it, coming to the conclusion that you wanted to use him to live out your sadistic whims, and nodded your head to yourself.
“You really are a strange one.” Mahito said while he observed your seemingly bizarre actions, you weren’t as boring as others, and you didn’t freak out when you saw him. No, you got angry instead. He was intrigued by your existence, and wondered if your soul was different, if it had any uniqueness to it. Maybe the colour’s darker? While he could just touch you and find out, there’d be no build up, so where’d be the fun in that? To be honest he was more of a fuck around and find out person.
“I’m strange? You are one to talk. What curse just waltzes into a random persons house and eats all their snacks? You are like a lazy freeloader.” You took a deep breath, trying to not get mad right now, and then proposed, “anyway, since I can’t hurt you, could you do me a favour?” His heterochromia eyes widened ever so slightly. A favour? Were you going to ask him to kill someone? “Why should I agree?” He asked, and frowned visibly, not even trying to hide his displeasure. “Think of it as pay back for the trouble you’ve caused me, and i won’t try to kick you out ever again.”
That was… quite the tempting offer. You’ve been getting on his nerves with your nagging. What’s so wrong about him liking your warm and comfortable little home? “Fiiiine, what do you want?” He huffed, crossing his arms infront of his chest, if it was boring he can still just kill you. On the other hand, you averted your gaze for a bit. This was your first time asking something along those lines, of course you’d be nervous, hesitating before replying, “can I, errr, try some knife play with you, like, cut you a little?”
The curse blinked, surprised, then began laughing out loud, “pfff..!! Hahah~ whaaaat? You want to hurt me? You have that kind of hobby??? No wonder you looked so happy when I said i can’t die!” Okay maybe you were regretting it already. Like, seriously? Did you just gave him leverage to tease you with? “Not hobby, more like curiosity. Just answer me, you gonna do it or not?” He laughed, one hand covering his mouth, his earlier pouting completely forgotten as he said, “sure sure, since you need me so baaaadly~ you can try and stab me~”
For some reason, you were really questioning your decision now, “not stabbing, just cutting-” “come on come on, don’t be such a killjoy! Let’s do it right now!” He interrupted you with this joyous voice, springing up from his seat. Why was he so enthusiastic about it, was he actually into such things as well…? Suddenly, he grabbed you by your wrists and pulled you up from the couch as well, giggling as he dragged you towards the kitchen.
“Wait, right now..!?” This was kind of sudden, no? Shouldn’t you prepare a bit more, like get a towel, first aid kit, some ice and disinfectant— “Well, obviously. Just grab a knife and get to work.” He ordered, shoving you into your own kitchen. Needless to say you were speechless, though this was a better reaction than him being disgusted, no? Nevertheless, when you did grab a smaller knife, he shook his head and mocked, “you think that size I can satisfy me?”
What’s this weirdly provocative talk. You put the object back into its sheath, and picked another one, to which he said, “how dull, that’s not shape enough.” Why was he being picky now, was this another one of his ways to mess with you? Fine, whatever, you weren’t really in a position to argue anyway. In the end, he was the one going to be slashed, so he might as well choose the tool he wants.
After you finally settled on one, he was ready to jump in on the act, sitting down on the kitchen counter. But you said you wanted to move your location to the bathroom, so that it’d be easier to clean up. He rolled his eyes, you again with your damn clean freak strike. Mahito was getting all impatient now but obeyed you anyway. Once you two entered your bathroom, he instantly leaned against the edge of the bathtub, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
Simultaneously you stepped in front of him, standing a bit awkwardly, holding that blade with the black handle, sweating buckets as you heaved. Now that it has come to this, it felt kind of wrong, he still looked perfectly human even if he said he wasn’t. To think you’ll finally get to experience this taboo act, of tearing someone else’s flesh, hearing them groan in pain… though you weren’t sure if he’d make a single sound. Will he actually feel pain at all?
He noticed you were being skeptical by how your fingers trembled around the handle, and furrowed his brows. Don’t tell him say you were backing out after coming this far, what a waste of time that’d be. And right when it has started to become amusing? Seems like he’ll have to take matters into his own hands, to truly push you beyond your limits and toy with the nature of your soul.
One of the reasons why he agreed so easily was of course due to him being intrigued, but also because this could be a clue on why he’s got this instinctive feeling that your soul was unlike most others. It just drew him in, like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t resist the allure and thus was acting so unlike his usual self. Even his peers were baffled why he’d spend his free time lurking around a mere mortal like this. This was his first hint after all those weeks spend with you, you can’t just bail on him now!
Suddenly he took his shirt off, revealing his toned torso and the stitches around his arms. Your eyes widened at the display, surprised at how bold he was, though considering how shameless his personality has been up to this point, maybe this wasn’t all that surprising. “Come on~!! We don’t have all day, I’m starting to get cold.” Guess what, who’s the one who took off their clothes huh? “Aren’t you going to do it? Hmm? You can cut wherever you want! I don’t mind~” He started egging you on, taunting you, trying to get you to be more decisive. “Just do it already~ gimme everything you’ve got ♥︎”
That curse, he really had some screws loose, didn’t he? He wanted you to commit this crime so badly, getting all whiny like that. And the worst part about it? It actually worked. You inched closer to him, the sharp object a breath away from him. The knife was hovering right over his skin, one wrong move and you could slash a gash onto his torso— out of nowhere, he grabbed your wrist, yanking you impossibly closer, forcing you to stab the tip into his flesh, moving around, resulting in you carving a line right across his chest.
The wound itself wasn’t too deep, yet blood poured down like crazy, sinking into his pants and pooling on the bathroom floor. Not even a second after, it healed immediately, and he snickered, “see? Nothing to be scared off, you could even cut off my limps and I’d still be fine.” This is what’s been missing, for you to witness with your own two eyes that you had nothing to be scared of, that you didn’t need to treat him like a human. Real evidence of his abnormal condition. Your bottom lips trembled a little, breath hitching, eyes widened as a surge of adrenaline coursed through you.
There was no going back now.
While you were stuck in your slight daze, his grip on your wrist didn’t loosen, and he smirked as he glanced down at the blade. The bloodied tip now pointing at the left side of his chest, before he guide you into carving a heart shape upon that spot. A faint blush crept up his cheeks, and once he was done he glanced at you with fake shyness, asking, “it’s cute, right? Hehe~” He didn’t even let out a single groan, leaving you marvelling if he felt pain at all.
When your stare fell onto the reddened heart-shaped carving, still leaking blood and not yet healed, you understood he can manipulate his own regeneration process. Right, then there truly were no reasons to worry about anymore. Besides, now that you were looking more closely, you had to admit that was kind of adorable. He truly brought out the worst in you, you didn’t remember being so depraved. It’s his fault for asking for it, no?
Thus, you began living out your fantasy. The first move is always the hardest, and now that that was over, you felt more at ease. Cutting him a little lower, flinching when he let out a shaky gasp, “ha-hahhh… you are being awfully gentle.” How comes that sounded like an accusation? Then you tried out different places, doing whatever your heart desired. It was amazing, how smooth and effortlessly the edge drove into him, the sound of metal grinding against his skin, the faint noises it made.
The blood you saw splattering around was such a beautiful dark, crimson colour, like the finest wine you’ve ever seen. It’s consistence was similar to water, just that it had a certain stench to it, a note of something metallic. You moved as if you were possessed, addicted even. Each time you hurt him, he’d let out a small groan, and the worse the injury you inflicted, the louder he would get. While you weren’t sure if he was doing that just to encourage you, since you doubted he was actually feeling it that much, you didn’t pay it any mind and continued your exploration.
“Mhmm~ ah… ♡ is this all? I thought you wanted to make a mess out of me.” Mahito jabbed playfully, watching the knife dance around with an expression you couldn’t read. That same grin he always wore when he was elated plastered his face, his body trembling slightly as he enjoyed the pain, your attention on him, and the feeling of the cold metal warming up due to his blood. In reality, it has gotten really messy already, maybe it would have been smarter if he sat inside the bathtub.
But you were in too much of a trance to care right now, the adrenaline of carrying out such a forbidden act still rushing through you. It didn’t even occur to you how mesmerised you actually were, this was going to be a memory you never forget. The male hummed to himself, thinking about all~ the things he could make you do. With so many choices and paths to walk on, he truly didn’t know which one to take.
After a while, he got fed up with this boring game though. If this was the limit of your creativity, simply wounding him aimlessly, then he must have overestimated you. “This is no fun anymore… surprise me, m’kay?” He teased, hands gripping the edge of the porcelain as he kicked his feet. Mahito leaned closer to you, shortening the distance between you two, and whispered into your ear, his voice uncharacteristically sweet, “rough me up like you love this, like you can’t get enough♥︎♥︎”
You did enjoy yourself, so at first you weren’t sure what he meant, but after connecting the dots, you grabbed his hand and made him stretch his arms straight forward. “Hmm? Handholding now?” The curse pondered, until a shocked look flashed his face, gone as suddenly as it appeared. An almost inaudible yelp escaping his throat as you began trailing your knife along his sewn-back-together scars like you were drawing, outlining those lines of his.
He didn’t foresee this, you managed to take him by surprise, how amazing~ a shiver ran down his spine as he moaned shamelessly, “Aha~ now this is what I’m talking about, ngh-hnghh, mhmmm, haa♥︎♡♥︎~” he chuckled satisfied, watching you with pupils filled with fascination. There seems to be more and more advantages to keeping you alive, don’t say he was getting attached? “I wonder, are you especially sensitive around these areas?” You questioned, and began cutting him deeper than before, tearing his biceps apart. How bold, he love it.
“AaahHhnng~ ♥︎♡mhm.. maybe, teehe♡” How comes he’s incapable of giving you a definite answer, so bothersome. You were kind of pinning him against the tub with how close you were, yet you didn’t back away at all, instead holding his stare head on, “can you even feel anything?” Mahito tilted his head to the side, then perched his chin up on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your body. “Of course I can, I’m almost human.” While you kind of didn’t believe him, you neither had the intention to argue with him.
You brought your knife to his back since you had no access to his front anymore, and began slashing however you pleased. Multiple cuts overlapped, and you were trying to achieve the look of someone that has been whipped. Now that you were actually sharing body heat with this guy, you could feel every single one of his gasps and shivers even better. Has he been quivering like that since earlier? How comes you didn’t notice, were you just that occupied with yourself?
To watch the bright red liquid flow down so effortlessly, slowly, steadily pooling around the two of you. His iron grip around your neck tightening as you didn’t leave a single inch unscathed, his muffled groans you couldn’t distinguish as grunts of pain or pleasure spilled freely, filling the room with erotic sounds. If you had to choose, you’d suspect the latter, considering how vocal he was. “Ah-ahh~… you are having fun.. h-huh? Not even giving me a b-breaAaahhk.” He mumbled quietly, somehow appearing quite seductive if you dared say so yourself.
You still weren’t used to this more… say, meek side of his. Either he was doing it on purpose, playing a trick on you, or he’s truly enjoying himself. Something you did noticed was he’s been acting awfully clingy. His arms were still holding you close to him, in a tight embrace, face next to your ear moaning so sweetly, enough to implant some dirty ideas. Due to your position you couldn’t see the cheeky smirk on his lips as he put on a show for you, whimpering to gauge your reaction, taking mental notes what your preferences were.
He loved how clueless you were, falling into his trap so mindlessly, allowing him to shape you however he wanted. Like a child’s game, he got you revealing the depths of your heart without breaking a sweat. It’s amazing you weren’t even worried about him betraying you and killing you off! He was touching you already, he could do it whenever he wanted, and you wouldn’t have a clue. Did you trust him that much, or did you not care? Maybe you haven’t even thought that far?
How delightful this was… all these sensations, you being oh so naive as you pleasured him, he really liked this scenario~ guess he was just something of a sado-masochist. “Nghh~ that’s enough~! Come on, it doesn’t hurt much when you do it there.” Upon hearing that, you leaned back a tad, making him loosen his grip on you. That’s when he caressed your cheek, his smile unnerving as he commented, “hehe, you are so interesting to observe!”
Somehow, that didn’t make you happy at all, and you slapped his hand away, “don’t touch me.” The curse scoffed and mumbled, “so mean, using me like that.” You rolled your eyes and told him to get his hair out of the way, since the tips were stained in the blood and sticking to his body, already clumping together. Mahito hummed to himself, collecting his hair and binding it together in a sloppy ponytail, scowling, “there, happy? You better go wild with me now.”
Because he fumbled with his own blood-soaked locks, his hands were all red now. Oh? Then there’s no need to hold back anymore, the male thought to himself and began running his fingers along his own marked up torso. Fingertips brushing over the edge of a particularly large wound, before dipping his digits inside the injury and teared skin, rubbing around the exposed red flesh, getting all ecstatic by himself while he groaned, “hnnnghh~ so guuUhhhd… ha-hahhh nGHhn~ ♡♡♡~”
All you could do in that moment was watch with a frozen expression on your features. He was, touching his own gash so openly, almost as if he was fingering himself. You were getting exposed to a ton of new stuff today. A few moments later, he pulled his gore-ish, eerie looking fingers out of the abused tear, smirking at your complex looking face. Did you like the show he put on for you? Since he sure did, and by that, a lot.
Mahito smeared the blood on his hands over the last few spots of skin that weren’t already covered in red, as if he haven’t been painted with this natural paint enough, leaving behind handprint stains everywhere. Your bathtub was starting to look like something straight out of a horror movie. Then he raised his fingers to his lips, tongue darting out to lick the still warm fluid, making sure to swirl it between his digits. Your reactions were so amusing as he licked his own blood, to the point he started acting all sloppy just to see you stare like you were hypnotised.
“You want to try tasting it too~?” He asked with his usual grin that reached from ear to ear, winking at you playfully. You didn’t entertain that thought one bit and firmly refused, saying, “I feel like I’ll get sick if I do, you are a curse after all.” Mahito stopped in his tracks, then complained, “huuuh?? Do you think I’m dirty or something? You are hurting my feelings.” If he put it like that, you were so close to just nodding along with a yes. Didn’t he tell you that he lived in a sewer before?
Within the next moment, all his wounds healed, and he grabbed you by your shoulders, lunging forwards which send both of you tumbling down to the ground. Your head hit the floor quite harshly, and you grunted in pain, squeezing your eyes shut until your skull stopped drumming. “The fuck was that for- ugh!” you snarled, was he actually hurt by your words? No way, him?
When you opened them again, you saw he was straddling your lap, his hand on your wrist once more. Before you even got time to get used to this change of position, he was already acting so invitingly again, whispering sickeningly sweet. “Don’t struggle so much.” His voice resembled honey laced with poison, dripping off his lips with each verb as he spouted, “you haven’t traced the ones here yet, right? Don’t you want to~?” He suggested, as he pointed to the scar around his neck.
Then, he made you drill the tip into his pulse point, a single drop of blood collecting there, “you know what they say? Cut here and the man’s instantly dead. Luckily for you, I’m not a human.” His eyes didn’t reflect any trace of fear, only excitement and this strange arousal he got out of making you do sadistic things to him. He really wanted you to let loose and do whatever you wanted, to explore the endless possibilities of your human degeneracy~ Slowly, he moved his head to the side, ripping the wound bigger, causing more and more blood to spill.
Right now, lust and the guilt of doing something taboo was both washing over you, mixing together until you weren’t sure if you were shaking due to fear or anticipation anymore. Maybe because the adrenaline just started to wear off, you felt a little dizzy again, but seeing him act like this- doing such a dangerous thing, your blood was surging again. This twisted sensation in your core tightened, dread and awe, coexisting as you watched with bated breath.
“Mhmm~ aanNHhhgg~ ♥︎♡♡ hngh-uhHg” He gasped, pupils rolling back while his lips stayed parted. The liquid got everywhere; on your clothes, the floor, seeping behind the sink, cabinets, splashing onto the walls... Your body has never felt so hot before, head spinning while everything became sticky. The scent of copper was starting to become overwhelming. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but admire how he looked, face one of distorted pleasure as he shivered on top of you, covered in red and breathing heavily.
He looked so maniacal right now, living up to his title of a curse, moaning so loudly like he just reached his climax. “Ah-ahHhh~ nGhhh-hngh… d-don’t stop keep g-going hmmff~♥︎♡♡” A shudder, then another, he was withering on top of you, squirming around while wearing this delirious face. You dropped the knife right next to you, hands trembling again, twitching towards the male.
Instead of being gentle like what he expected from you, you clasped a hand over his open wound, making his voice hitch. The other one grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled on it, yanking his head down to make him look at you before you yelled at him, “you crazy bastard… you see this damn mess you made?!” Before he pinned you to the tiles, the blood was at least pooling in one spot, now it was splattering everywhere. “Stop the damn bleeding!” You exclaimed and not long after the injury was closed again.
Mahito didn’t quite understood why, but seeing you having this violent fit of anger was exhilarating. He could barely suppress his smirk as he cheeks reddened, though it was hard to make out behind all the blood. His body looked like a disfigured wreck until he fixed it all, his shudders took a while to fade away, but even then his rapid panting haven’t ceased. This sensation he felt just now, he had to admit it was amazing, he really wanted to live through it again. He was being dramatic purposely at first, now he was actually hooked…?
“You are so unfair to me again, you were the one who held the knife. If anything, I’m the victim.” He fake cried, turning his head sideways, hiding behind a hand as he acted like some fragile maiden. “Shut it.” You snapped, and wiped the blood off your hands on his chest, feeling the dent of that heart shaped wound beneath your fingers, faintly and now in the form of a scar. “Hehe.” He chuckled, and began grinding against you, legs on either side of your hips, “if you are bored with that knife already, then let’s move on to other kinds of fun.”
Why did he look so… satisfied? Like he never wants to leave again..? Don’t say you’ve just become bound to him for life. Now you were never going to get rid of him! Yet to be fair you’ve adjusted to his company already, used to his shenanigans, so maybe it’ll be alright…? You got goosebumps just at the thought of it, flinching when he leaned down closer to you. While you were fearing the development of this kind of unwanted relationship, Mahito thought to himself:
‘Next time, i shall make you do something even more extreme to me, I wonder to what degree I can taint that soul of yours ♡”
Tags: @thisisnotangel @ghostgoosygoose @i-dont-fooken-know @chuuya-brainrot @allys-strawberry-garden @thigh-o-saur @demonic-anon @fem-dom-roze @strawberry-snake-love @mulchdevours @sushimuesli
Nini!rant:
Yes I skipped a day I’m so evil >:3 (gonna do those later)
Knife play doesn’t need to necessarily include cutting, because it’s about using a knife in any kind of way. For some, even having a knife in hand while having sex is enough to get their blood rushing, since a knife is very dangerous. Anyway it’s always recommended to prepare well when playing with sharp objects. A towel, first aid kit, ice, a phone nearby to call for help and so on.
This is technically another one of the ‘taboo kinks’; kinks that are arousing exactly because it’s morally wrong, against the law, or not following common sense/social pressure. Others under such categories are crossdressing, hierophilia, necrophilia, forbidden relationships (teacher/student), etc. etc.
I must say this fic was very self indulgent? I added a ton of darker kinks lol this might be one of the few fics that actually suit the kinktober theme.
