Oh, I've talked so much about Crocodile using you like a little dress-up doll as his basement spouse, how he'll want you two to match from top to bottom - but what if he'll want to expand on that in a rather peculiar way? That your latest little escape attempt presents itself as the perfect excuse to rid you of something that will not only show you that he owns you now, hair and hide, no, that will also make it much, much harder for you to even try again.
A dominant hand lost can't really open that many doors anymore, can it? But it can be replaced by something delicate and precious; a show of his love and his power all at once...
Summary: An unfortunately lost jogger in the woods near campus, you find a kind man who tells you he knows the way back. It’s too late when you realize his plans for the evening are sinister.
Warnings: gender neutral reader/vague description of genitalia, noncon, murder/snuff, cannibalism, major character death, [brief] amputation, ripping off tongue, necrophilia, knife, death by throat stabbing, blood, abuse [slapping], choking [attempted murder], stabbing in sexual organ/between legs
A small walk in the woods to clear your mind was the idea, but fate had other plans for you. It was morning when you started, but now the sun was high in the sky and you couldn’t stop sweating. Nobody else would be so deep in the woods during noon, so you were positive you were alone.
“This is what I get for being healthy and exercising,” you groan to nothing. Even the animals seem to sparse, only a few birds around and a deer or two far off. Continuing to walk to an unforeseen destination, leaves crunching underfoot, you stop to see if you have a signal. No luck, still. Before moving again, you do hear something. Whirling around, it’s a man who seems surprised to see you. “What are you doing here?”
“I should be asking you that,” he laughs, a sound that brings down your brief walls. “I sometimes go walking these woods looking for teens that got lost. My daughter actually got lost up here once, so I make it my duty to check every day,” he says, his arms on his hips as he smiles at you. “Need help?”
“God, yes! I went on a walk this morning and got completely lost,” you say, walking towards him. Your trust in him is still weak, but it’s enough to go walking with him.
“At least you’re not trying to debunk rumors or legends like some teens,” he says, pointing in a direction. “That’s the way to the main road where I parked my truck,”
“Legends? Rumors? I didn’t know of anything like that,” you mention.
“Family of psychopaths, living in the forest and slaughtering any who dare enter their territory. Some kids think they eat people, but that’s a bit gruesome,”
“Oh.. I hadn’t heard anything,” your voice goes quiet, suddenly feeling more fearful than before. It’s just a silly legend teenagers tell each other, of course, but you’re still on guard after hearing.
“Didn’t mean to scare you, promise!” He chuckles, but it’s more to lighten the mood. “Those kinds of characters can be hard to deal with, telling me they’ll be fine and can get home and insisting I must know something. Bothersome lot,” he grumbles the last bit, but it makes you giggle. “By the way, I’m Bokuto.”
You introduce yourself as well, keeping up the conversation as you two walk. Eventually, though, your gaze drifts to the surroundings and you notice it’s unfamiliar. “Where are we going, again?”
“To the road, where I parked my truck. It’s about a minute or two from the small clearing on the college campus by car, so I can drop you off there. Unless you aren’t on campus? You just looked young, sorry if I—”
“Oh, no, that’s fine, it’s just— I don’t remember this area. It’s completely new,” you say, then notice the silence. Now, you may not be someone who hangs outside all day, but you do know a silent forest is not a good sign. “Actually, I know my way back from here. It’s coming to me, thank you for— Bokuto?” You notice he’s stopped. Looking down at something on the ground or hunched over. Worried he’s sick, you get closer. “Are you okay?”
“You’re cute. A damn shame,” is all he says, swinging around with a heavy rock in his hand. It’s the last thing you see before your vision goes out and the last thing you hear is your body hitting the forest floor.
Vision is still blurry when you’re able to see again, but you manage to make out the forest floor and you’re draped over someone’s shoulder. A killer headache has you bringing a shaky hand to your temple, feeling dried blood and pain searing through your body, then you remember what happened. The dark face on Bokuto compared to his bright smile when you met has you thrashing, figuring out it was Bokuto who was holding you. “Fuck, stop moving!” He shouts, strong arm keeping your legs from flailing. “Annoying toys don’t last long with me,”
You briefly stop, his words stunning you, but then you’re noticing that there seems to be.. humans living nearby. There is a stump with an axe nearby, plus a truck that looks like it’s seen better days, and then you pass by a chainsaw on a log. “Welcome home,” is all he says, then a door is creaking open. Back to thrashing, a twist in your gut as you feel like you know what’s going to happen next.
“Let me go, you fucking psycho!” You scream, beating on his back. He doesn’t seem fazed, but annoyed.
“Oh? Bokuto’s back? With a treat? Should I let Akaashi know?” Another voice says. Hope is dashed shortly when you realize they’re friends. “Meat always taste good when it’s fresh off the bone,”
His words have you covering your mouth, a different twist but a dark one still. Bokuto answers him, “a treat for me, yes. Had to get rid of the other body. She started to stink,”
“That’s what dead bodies do when they’re not preserved. Don’t forget, you’re on patrolling duty tonight, too!”
“I know, Kuroo, I remember,” he says, waving back. You’re then taken through a door and you recognize it as a bedroom. A wrecked, messy bedroom, but still a bedroom. There’s a horrible stench that permeates the room and a horrible buzzing noise from bugs, most likely flies. “Gotta clean up before Akaashi does it for me,” Bokuto mumbles, but it’s more so to himself. You’re still completely stunned, at least until you’re thrown on the bed. “Don’t make a fuss. You’re dead if you scream,” is all he says, but you don’t listen. Knowing the ‘legend’ Bokuto told you was just a spun story of him and his friends, you try to make it off the bed, but scream as your leg gets shut in a bear trap.
“What the fuck?” You scream, sitting back on the bed as every small movement enhances the pain.
“Think you’re the first to run?” Bokuto is right behind you, pushing you down on the bed as you scream and squirm, leg still caught in the trap. Your screaming gets louder as Bokuto slams his fist against the bear trap, slicing off your left foot, blood gushing from the open wound. He brings his hand to his lips, licking off your blood. “Warm blood is always better than cold blood, you know?” You wail as your weak fists try to push him away, to no avail.
A banging on the door has Bokuto covering your mouth. “Yes?”
“Bokuto-san, please remember other people live here. Their wailing is getting annoying,” a different voice says. Biting Bokuto’s hand, getting it off of you, you take the split second of freedom to try.
“Help me!” You scream, desperate for something. A sharp scream is ripped from you when you’re slapped across the face.
“Shut up!” Bokuto growls, glaring at you holding your cheek as sniffles and small wails escape you. “I’ll remember that!” He aims towards the person on the other side of the door.
“Just a small reminder,” they say, footsteps fading until you can’t hear them anymore. He didn’t even acknowledge you, only talking to Bokuto.
“You’re a fighter, I’ll give you that. Too bad it’s not gonna save you,” Bokuto says, harshly gripping your face as he forces you to look at him. “Look at that. You’re swelling already,” he digs his fingers into the tender flesh, making you cry out in pain. With your mouth open, he dives in for a kiss, undeterred by your weak attempts to push him away. When he sucks on your tongue, he moans as he digs his fingers in more, getting more tears and snot from you, your mouth letting out a muffled scream. Your scream then becomes more frantic as his teeth latch onto the muscle, digging in deeply as he begins to pull away from you.
Blood gushed from your mouth as you cry, tasting the metallic liquid as you bring your hands up to feel your mouth, searing pain where your fingers touch the open wound. Bokuto sucks in the rest of your tongue, making sure you’re watching, as he smiles down at you. However, he’s frowning down at you when you’re still crying and screaming, as loud as ever. “Guess that didn’t work. I’m tired of fucking limp bodies, but you all fight back,” he growls, moving his hand from your face to your neck, putting pressure on your windpipe. Your hands fly to his, scratching at skin on his hand and arm, eyes wide as you watch him grin as you slowly plummet towards permanent darkness. He’s rubbing his crotch on you between your legs, a boner that makes you weep as you realize this is it.
At least, you thought it was. Determined to stay alive, your eyes look around the room to find something to use against him. Looking into his eyes, you find the strength to try one more tactic. You can’t run and you can’t fight Bokuto, he’s too strong, but you can blind him which makes him less of a threat. Quick as you can be, you press your thumbs into his eyes, a short scream from him as he lets you go. His movement away means he can still see and you’re still in danger, but now he’s even angrier. You don’t get a chance to even think before he’s picking up a knife close by and plunging it into your throat.
Another stab into you and your movements go still, blood spraying all over his bed, floor, and clothes. Another stab into your chest for good measure, puncturing your heart just in case you can survive a throat stab. Bokuto’s positive you can’t, but he did think a missing tongue would stop the screaming. A heavy sigh and he’s brushing his bloody hand through his hair, the strands falling in his face from the fight. Placing the bloody knife on the table nearby, he goes to stripping you down.
“You could’ve just stayed still and taken it, but you had to try and be a warrior. They’re all the same,” he mumbles to himself, easily ripping the clothes off of your body. You were dressed to take a small walk in the chill morning, so it’s a lot more layers than he’d like to deal with. Taking back up the knife, he decides to just slice up the rest of the fabric, blade sinking into your flesh as blood soaks into your clothes. He does usually try to keep the clothes he takes from victims, hoping he’ll have a living doll to dress up instead of a bloody, lifeless one, but he doesn’t bother trying to salvage yours.
Once your clothes are gone, dropped on the floor beside him, he stabs the knife into your chest as he spreads your legs, rubbing his fingers along your entrance, his eyes watching for any movement. With none, he’s satisfied you’re completely gone. Pushing in two fingers, he finds you’re completely dry. “Fuck, I forgot.” Getting up, he checks his drawers for the bottle of lube, slamming each one in anger as his patience wears thin. Instead of asking Kuroo if he has some to spare, he decides to use what he has.
Warm bodies mean blood’s still there, not quite sunk to the bottom of the body. Color is draining from you, but it’s not enough for him to think you’re unable to bleed. Positioning himself between your legs once more, he takes the knife and plunges it between your legs. He doesn’t make another hole to fuck, he just cuts open your original entrance to make it nice and slick. With blood pooling on his bed, he sticks in three fingers and rubs around, making sure you’re nice and wet for him. Satisfied with what he finds, he puts his knife on the table and unbuttons his jeans, fingers fumbling with the button as he finds himself in a hurry.
Once his cock is out of its confines, he scoops up a handful of blood and smears it over his cock, giving it a few pumps as he whines, desperate for release. Rubbing his head against your bloody entrance, he smirks when he slides in with minimal force. You’re not completely loose, but you’re not tight enough to make it painful. A moan escapes his lips, putting his hands on either side of your head as he starts thrusting. Even without you gushing around him, the ribbed walls give him enough pleasure to enjoy it. Mixed with the warm blood, making obscene squelching noises, he can’t help but pick up the pace, practically slamming into you.
“Fuck,” he groans, eyes rolling as he gets closer to his release. Pressing his lips to yours, he peppers your slightly cold face with kisses, biting into your cheek as he moans, short ruts up into you that has him going over the edge, pumping you full of his cum. He doesn’t take a chunk out of you, releasing your cheek as he freely lets out soft moans, slowly pulling his cock from you. A few more pumps with his hand has a few more spurts landing on your naked body, splashing and mixing with the blood.
Looking down, he sighs in content as his seed seeps from your poor body, pink fluid pooling and mixing with extra blood. His hand is also covered in pink liquid, your blood mixing with his cum. “That’s hot,” he laughs, rubbing his cock against your oozing hole again, pushing back in to fill you up again.
warm water runs over your shoulders as you lie slumped in the bathtub. your eyes are closed, vision slightly spotty, flashes of light and color dancing behind your eyelids. there’s a faint, ringing voice in your ear, murmuring soothingly as hands make their way up and down your body.
“i know you were squirming around all over the place earlier, babe, but you gotta stay still for me right now, okay?”
kuroo’s voice is impossibly soft, the sponge in his hand dripping with soap and warm water as he bathes every crevice of your shivering body.
“running away was a bad idea from the start,” he says, pulling your legs apart to wash in between. “and you knew that, didn’t you?”
he picks up the conditioner and pours a generous amount on your head. his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling at the knots, gently working their way across your entire scalp. you shudder slightly. it’s been weeks since you’ve felt hot water. it’s been weeks since you’ve bathed.
he frowns. “unfortunately, that means you need a bit of a stronger incentive to stay.”
you’re still too dizzy to fully understand what he’s saying. your nerves have been frayed after days and nights of constant running, constant alertness, paralyzed by a fear that’s made a permanent home in every fiber of your being by now. all you know is how good his gentle touch feels, washing your hair, cleaning your skin - taking care of you.
he takes a look at the row of items beside him: strawberry shampoo, coconut conditioner, peppermint-flavored body wash, extra-moisturizing lotion, rubbing alcohol, bandages, and a hand saw.
you whine quietly at the loss of his warm, steady, touch in your hair and on your skin, but he’s not going anywhere.
instead of his hand, the cold, jagged edge of something sharp presses into your upper thigh. you tense, but he just shushes you and pats your head. he wraps his arms around you and leans in close, close enough to smell his aftershave, close enough to feel the vibrations of his voice against your ear.
“it’ll be a bit harder to leave me after i’m done with you.”
there’s no amount of fizzing bath bombs that could ever cover up the red that begins to swirl in the water.
tw’s: gore, bodyshaming, don’t ask what came over me
akaashi likes you, but you’re far from perfect. he doesn’t like the way your hands look. he can’t stand how your hipbones jut outwards. he hates the fact that your eyes are too close together. there’s just so many things that could be better, you know?
so he fixes it.
all it takes is a scalpel, a needle, and some thread. he stitches you up bit by bit, shapes you into the perfect doll. he cuts up your skin, rearranges your features, leaves you a bloody, broken mess - leaves you perfect.
you’re so much more pleasant to fuck now that you’re easier on the eyes <3
hi guys i’m in a rather violent mood,,, which brand of really nasty stuff should i put poor reader through for my next drabble(tw noncon + heavy gore below the read more)
LIEUTENANT DAN 😩🤌 he was pretty good looking even though he became a quarter of a man. something about is really nice.
i think at some point i did write something that crossed gore lines but had to put that one in the vault. (14/15 year old sena was a different breed)
the thing i think about most often for some god forsaken reason is slicing the eye. idk what it is but that is just a thought that pops up more frequently than i’d like to admit. that or cutting through a limb, especially a leg. it’s just so thick, so much to get through. i’m suddenly getting flashbacks to me wanting to write a v*re piece please 💀
yessss lieutenant dan
i had a smut journal when i was younger and that contained some gore. mostly i just looked at guro hentai tho
and oh my god eyes. that is a new concept but eye socket fucking? hello??? so hot
