The scars you can see when I take my clothes off
Tw- knife play, blood, unhealthy relationship dynamics, slight gore, praise, petnames (pretty, angel, love), mentions of scars.
This was routine for you and your f/o, it has been way before you were exclusive to only one another. they would hold you down and slice your skin open, this was a steel-cold kiss you learned to love receiving at the end of the month.
your body officially contained fourteen scars, each made with love, each one that made your heart jump with joy every time you saw them—though at first you did find them unflattering.
“giving you a permanent reminder of who loves you is the highest form of love one can offer.” your f/o would say when you finally did ask them why they insisted on cutting you so frequently.
it was beyond a knife + blood kink combination for you both, this truly was a genuine form of affection that you both shared. this was the equivalent of being bought flowers for you both.
that time of the month rolled around, you already got everything your f/o needed for this evenings ‘ritual’ (as you’d like to call it) and you were quite excited for tonight to roll around already.
their special knife, gauze, rubbing alcohol, pain killers and plenty of bandages were laid out nicely for your f/o so they didn’t have to scramble around the house to gather their supplies.
even though if you forgot something they didn’t mind taking care of it however, but it would have to wait afterwards since they preferred to get right to it shortly after they cleaned up after work and they enjoyed taking their sweet time with you. there’s no fun in rushing such a romantic process after all.
you sat patiently in your room awaiting for their arrival, occasionally you’d press the cold blade against your skin and imagine it was them getting ready to cut you up while you waited around.
eventually you found yourself looking at the past scars that littered (mostly) your thighs, they loved that part of you the most but you had a few on your stomach and the insides of your biceps. this was a mark only they had the privilege to see.
you seemed to have been deep in thought for a while because they managed to sneak right into your shared room without you noticing, the sound of their approving hum breaking your trance-like state.
you got up the moment you heard that all too familiar sound and rushed towards them with open arms, being met with a warm embrace almost immediately.
“i see you did the hard work for me, good job my love,” they praised you while pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.
they lead you back to your bed, your wrist in their firm grip—moving their supplies aside when they got close to the pile—they took a seat first on the edge of the mattress and pulled you onto their lap afterwards. the close contact made your heart flutter.
“mm, where do i want it today?” they would ask themself, you never had a say in where their blade ‘kissed’ you, so you remained silent. anticipation brewing within you the entire time.
you watched their steady hands carefully trace around your body, ‘what part of you body can carefully hide a scar?’ was what their hands were saying. you were close to trembling from anticipation while they took their sweet time to decide where to mutilate you next.
“arms up,” they commanded.
your arms went up in the air automatically and as did your shirt, you were completely exposed and the garment was quickly discarded where it would be seen balled up on the floor.
“my stomach?” you looked at your f/o over your shoulder, where you could see a small smirk already forming on their face.
“no sweetheart,” they said while reaching for the knife, pressing the blade against your chest, “right here.” they tapped the top of your left breast.
you shivered from both the contact of the blade and the cold air that was hitting your skin, you felt goosebumps form all over and you couldn’t help but let out a small whine.
“patience,” they gave you a firm reminder.
they wrapped one arm around your waist to keep you secure—you squirmed too much for their liking at times—and the hand that held the knife was adjusting so it was ready for ‘proper’ use.
“ready?” they asked, though ‘no’ was never an option for you it was thoughtful of them to check in before they began despite the inability to say yes or no!
you gulped what little saliva that sat in the back of your mouth and you nodded, expressing how eager you were for their knife making contact with your delicate skin.
without any more warning they pressed down hard against the skin, breaking it with ease; they had a technique to it all considering the fact they did this fourteen times prior.
you felt the warm blood already trickle down your skin, you looked down and saw a few droplets. the deeper they buried the blade within your skin to the point of hitting the taut muscle beneath more blood began to waterfall down your breast and eventually cascading down your stomach.
tears burn your eyes, the pain was never the easy part for you, no matter how often you did this it never got easier. the skin was particularly sensitive here tonight too, the sensations in question made your head swirl; causing you to rest your head against your f/o’s shoulder.
they clicked their tongue, “keep your eyes open, stay with me, pretty.” they said while still dragging the knife deep within your flesh, the knife snug within your breast.
“i’m…” you spoke up with a tremble in your voice, “i’m trying.” you let out a small whine where the sounds of your soft panting followed up afterwards.
those noises were all that filled the room you were in, your f/o deep in thought and focus; it was a lot of work to ensure they didn’t hit any arteries, it’d be Hell to have to explain to a Doctor why you were in the emergency room at that hour with such a wound without making the Doctor question the possibility of ‘domestic abuse’ occurring.
“you got this,” they encouraged you in order to keep you still and remain calm, knowing that any jerks or fast breaths would only raise the risk factor.
you did as you were told, keeping calm and steady breaths alongside keeping your body still; not too limp and not too tense. just perfect stillness, like a doll.
“perfect…” they muttered while pulling the knife away from your skin, your body felt hot and your breast ached but your f/o seemed so delighted with their work tonight wouldn’t you want to share that same joy?
“thank you,” you turned your head to face them, they gave you a kind smile in return—the smile you give someone after they thanked you for helping them out, they helped you learn that love wasn’t always traditional and could hurt at times and you couldn’t have been any more thankful.
“of course.” they nodded before giving you a small and soft kiss, a traditional romantic gesture contrasting the more brutal one you had received only a second ago.
they helped you stand to your feet where they placed you back on the bed, crouching before you while they grab a gauze and rubbing alcohol.
you let out small hisses of pain while they clean you up but in return you get words of praise and affirmation, “you’re so pretty like this…”, “you did so good for me angel…” would be whispered to you; making the entire painful ordeal entirely worth it to you.
they were worth the painful kiss of a blade, they were worth it all because they loved you enough to hurt you and be so delicate afterwards. no matter what they put you through their words, their touch, their entire being made it so entirely worth it. being theirs and having the fifteen scars to prove their hold on you made you feel beyond loved by your f/o. trust and believe they loved you too, maybe even more than you could fathom. i mean, who’s carving into someone and cleaning them up afterwards if they didn’t love them, right?
their love for you may have been strange but you wouldn’t have them any other way. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
A/N - Hi Cherub back with another weird f/o imagine… i have one idea i wrote in my notes before i started this account and i cannot wait to get to working on it, depends on how i am tonight i might start working on it hehe! hope you enjoyed this and can imagine your own f/o’s handling you with so much care while still inducting pain on you teehee <3 bye!
