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Deadly games between dangerous company
Essays behind the kink & dynamics chosen for of these pieces:
1. SH/LZ
2. Trio (WIP)
3. Karlach/LZ
4. SH/Karlach
#bg3#karlach#lae'zel#shadowheart#nsft#baldurs gate 3#art#tw: blood#tw: knives#tw: choking#kinkposting#nasties
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"Help me,"
"Let me,"
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{Ghost is on leave and is late night grocery shopping, when he hears a very familiar voice come on the PA.]
R/n, flatly: Manager to register three. We have a customer with a knife threatening to stab me... I’d like to see him try.
Ghost:...
[Ghost cautiously makes his way to the front of the store hand on his concealed gun, as he’s rounding the corner, Ghost hears a loud metallic *clang* followed by pained groan and a heavy thud? He turns in towards the registers and is taken aback to find a blank faced R/n holding a skillet; while staring down at a knocked out man. She lazily rests the skillet on her shoulder and kicks the knife away from the man then turns to the stunned manager and other customers.]
R/n, looking around: Well....Is anyone gonna call the cops?
[the Manager snaps out of his stupor and gets his cellphone out and starts dialing, R/n meanwhile feels eyes on her back, she looks towards the display of cherry pie filling and saw a man in skull balaclava looking at her.... before disappearing back into the aisles, R/n had feeling they were gonna be seeing each other again real soon.]
#call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes#call of duty incorrect quotes#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#cod mw ghost#afab reader#tw: knives#tw: attempted robbery
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killer with palette #15? also i love your art style !!
Killer w/ #15! Thx for the request! :3
Love this color palette on him! I'm pretty happy with this one!
Killer belongs to Rahafwabas
#my art#andboneappetit#art challenge#palette challenge#undertale#undertale au#utmv#something new#sans#killer sans#killer!sans#tw: knives#cw: knives
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hi by any chance do you have any ghostface dividers? I’ve been searching for them everywhere but can’t seem to find any. If your requests are closed, then please completely ignore this💛
oooh yes! I am excited for all of these Halloween-y requests. These were a lot of fun to make - I took some liberties with the vibes on some of them, hope that is ok! 😅💕
[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!
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#based on some of the fics that have been popping up on my dash haha#and my fyp HAHA#dividers#ghostface dividers#Ghostface#graphics#requests#saradika answers#tw: knives#tw: blood
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Redrawing my Sanders Sides role swap series before I get to drawing Remus' swaps starting with Patton!
He absolutely wears a bell so the others can hear him coming but it's not like knowing would stop them anyway. Good thing he's not very malicious, just a little mischievous.
A new taglist will be created now that I am drawing more, Send an ask if you'd like to be tagged in the next Sanders Sides post!
Want to support me or see the next Role Swap early? Check out my Ko-Fi!!
#rilli's art#sanders sides#patton sanders#tsart#ts patton#role swap#ts role swap#ts deceit#digital art#doodles#tw: knives#please reblog#feel free to ask anything about these swaps btw
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Your Secret Admirer
Female Yandere x Reader
Part 2
Late one rainy night, you help a young woman on your way home from work, but she seems strangely familiar...
[tw: knives] no blood mentioned
Part 1
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It was late. You should've clocked out hours ago, but your jerk boss made you stay to cover for his nephew. Who, of course, was "sick" again. Which was code for: "Too hungover to come into work, just like every other Monday."
It was pouring when you reached your stop, but luckily, you'd remembered your umbrella like a responsible adult. There was a chill in the air that made everything seem just a little bit more miserable, but you trudged on anyway. Changing out of your work clothes and into your comfy pajamas always helped you wind down after a bad day.
The streets were about as empty as you'd expect from this time of night, save for the occasional car that rushed by threatening to douse you as they hit every puddle. You were about halfway home when you noticed something... odd.
There was a woman standing on the sidewalk, facing the road. She was soaked from the downpour, her long, dark hair clinging to her face.
At first, you barely paid her any mind. But the closer you got to her, the more your mind started racing. Why was she out so late at night? Why was she letting herself get so drenched? She wasn't really dressed for the weather either. She had to be cold... Did she have nowhere to go? Was she... trying to do something? She was about halfway to the curb... was she waiting for the right moment? The thought doused you like ice water, the fear and doubt somehow colder than the rain.
You were almost face to face with her when something was eating away at you. Guilt? Sympathy? A weird sense of responsibility for this stranger?
But the strangest thing nagging at the back of your mind was...
She looked... familiar?
You couldn't stop your body from stopping in front of her, doing your best to have your umbrella cover her, despite the fact that she was already soaked.
You always had a bit of a soft spot for helping people, even if it wasn't always the smartest idea.
You ask her if she's alright. She doesn't react.
Your mind kept racing. Was she homeless? She seemed well taken care of, her clothes looked nice if soaked through. Was she running from something, or someone? She looked maybe about your age, but... If she could go home why hadn't she?
You tried again, hoping she just hadn't heard you over the rain hitting the fabric of your umbrella. When she finally lifted her gaze to yours, that same feeling of familiarity kept on poking you in the side while you were trying to focus on the scene before you.
She stared into your eyes, and her breathing seemed shaky.
She needed help, maybe, but what could you do? You told her that your phone was almost dead, but you could walk with her somewhere safer. Somewhere she could call someone? Maybe you could walk her home? You offered, hoping she had somewhere to go at all.
You could feel your back getting wet from trying to cover her more than yourself. She smiled, but it seemed off, almost... bitter. When she finally spoke, it was almost drowned out by the downpour hitting the concrete.
"You're... being so nice."
You smiled back, trying your best to comfort her, still running through possible solutions you could offer... What you could do for her...
Would it be nuts to take her back to your apartment? You wonder. To offer a warm shower and a change of clothes while you throw hers in your dryer? She was a stranger, sure, but she obviously needed help. It was only a couple blocks away... she could get dry and then you could get some real answers out of her to figure out what to do next.
You end up making the offer and wordlessly, she agreed. All with that same sad look in her eyes. She clung to you all the way home, holding onto your arm with a death grip.
You fiddle with your keys at the door, all too aware of how the welcome mat is getting soaked. Hurrying in, you go to grab her a towel.
She followed after you, trailing water all the way. She didn't make a move to take it from you, so you took a chance and carefully draped it over her shoulders, starting to work it against her hair. You watch for any sign of discomfort or sign that she'd want you to stop, but no such sign ever came.
You guide her to the bathroom, handing her more towels.
You tell her if she hands you out her clothes, you'd be happy to throw them in the dryer. After a hot shower and a set of your clothes for her to change into, you pass them through the crack in the door, telling her you're leaving to make her a warm drink.
"No!"
She'd grabbed onto your wrist so tightly. The desperation in her voice, her breath hitching as she trembled, all of it made you pause, unsure what to do.
"Sorry, I just..."
She let go with a tired sigh, her face appearing the in crack of the door. Her hair clung to her face as steam rolled out into the hall, you quickly looked away when you saw a hint of the white fluffy towel below her bare shoulders, her hand clasping it tightly to her chest.
"Stay... I mean, would you p-please... stay close? " she stuttered, her eyes cast to the floor in... shame? Embarrassment? "Just... in the hall? Outside the door?"
Was she scared you would leave? Or had you become the barrier between her and whatever she was running from? You promise her you won't go go anywhere, and she seems to relax a little. You keep your back to the wall beside the door and your eyes forward, not wanting to betray the little trust she'd decided to put in you.
You couldn't lie, she was pretty, and the sight of her in your clothes didn't hurt that AT ALL. But she was trusting you. To be thinking of her like... that? It was neither the time nor the place.
She sat on the couch beside you with a hot mug of tea, and she looked down into it with that same sad expression.
"Thank you. You've been so... nice to me. I never thought that I'd be treated like this."
By you? By anyone? You don't notice her hand reaching for yours until her fingers brush against your own. You didn't think of it as anything but her looking for safety, but the look she was giving you was telling you otherwise.
You told her she doesn't have to do that, trying to be vague enough as not to embarrass her. But she just smiled that sad, bitter smile. She set the mug down on the side table, her fingers gently caressing yours.
"... All I ever wanted was... someone to see me. Only me. What they saw or how they felt about me, it didn't really matter. But you're so... worried. So... thoughtful."
She sounded almost... upset, the last word weighed down with so much regret, it threw you.
You asked her if that was a bad thing, and she just smiled.
"When I see you... it's like everything just... makes sense. Like my whole life has just been cold and dead. No one... sees me."
Before you could ask what she meant by that, she squeezed your hand, bringing it up as she gently pressed your fingers to her lips. You couldn't help but feel a little flustered, your face getting warm.
"I knew..."
She caressed your face, and you froze, unsure where any of it was going. Or if you wanted it to.
"I knew that when you finally saw me, it would be everything I ever wanted..."
She spoke like... she knew you? But that didn’t make any sense, you'd never met her before.
Right?
Something felt...odd. Alarm bells were ringing and you couldn't tell what had set them off.
The necklace she wore sat comfortably on top of your shirt. Soft, tiny white flowers trapped in resin, encircled in gold on a delicate chain. Something about it... About her.
You'd seen those eyes before... staring at you from the edges of your day-to-day life but never really in full view. The feeling you dismissed when the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, the same feeling you got whenever you found those weird gifts all over.
The trinkets and treats, the love notes that ranged from awkward confessions to clumsy retellings of fantasies you starred in...
And her necklace... the same tiny flowers were dried and pressed in a bookmark you'd found in the book you'd been reading one day.
Your eyes went wide, and she let out a shaky gasp. A wide, warm smile spread on her face as she got to her knees on the couch, swinging a leg over to seat herself in your lap.
"You see me now, don't you?" She smiled sweetly, holding your face in her hands. "I'm right here..."
You couldn't look away. All you could ask was the obvious question: Was it her?
A dark blush spread across her cheeks, her hands still holding your face to look only in her direction. "I needed this... I needed you to really see me. You stopped paying attention to my gifts, my notes... Did you like them? Did it... scare you?"
Your heart was beating too fast. You tried to move, to avert your eyes and figure out what to do, but she turned your face back, pressing into you, her thighs squeezed yours almost painfully.
"Tell me. Please, tell me... " She was breathing funny again. She hadn't blinked, like she didn't want to look away for even a moment.
You felt something pressing under your jaw, and it didn't click what was happening until you felt something sharp bite into your skin.
When did she get a knife? Was this her plan from the start, or had you done something to set her off?
You couldn't stop the fear that flashed across your face. But her reaction was somehow odder.
Her gaze on you softened as she bit her lip, blushing as her eyes glazed over. She let out a sweet, content sigh as she cupped your cheek in her hand. The pressure of the knife on your skin relaxed just a bit, but not enough to try and make a move.
You try to diffuse things, being honest with her. You didn't know who any of the stuff was from. You had no way of saying yes or no to her feelings, so you were waiting for her to show up in person. It felt rude to leave her a note back with something so serious, you wanted to do things right.
"But you ignored me..." Her face was suddenly calm, the blush and soft, adoring eyes went back to the cold stare she'd had in the rain in an instant. "You looked right at me and you saw nothing... I was nothing..."
You try and reassure her, telling her that it wasn't true, if only to calm her down. Her fingers worked into your hair, the sensation giving you goosebumps you couldn't fight. Your startled gasp choked into a hiss of pain behind your teeth when she yanked you closer by your hair. Her face was so close to yours you could feel her breath on your face.
You glared at her before you could stop yourself and that look was back. It was like she was completely smitten with it, with you.
"When you see me... really see me... I can't stop myself. It's so... wonderful. I've been empty for so long, but that fear in your eyes... How much you just despise me... Your smiles and laugh, all of it's a part of you."
She leaned to whisper into your ear. It sent chills down your back.
"Little pieces of you filling up that empty space... You can't take it away from me again..."
Her long, dark hair spilled onto your shoulders, it smelled like your shampoo. You close your eyes, tucking your chin into your chest in a desperate attempt to pull away. It was all too much.
"No... no, please. Don't..." You could hear her plead, her voice wavering with fear and desperation so intense it haunts you. "Love me, hate me, anything! Just don't look away. I can't go back to how it used to be... Please..."
You open your eyes again, afraid what would happen if you didn't. She smiled, it seemed so sweet and gentle, coldly contrasted by the knife in her hand.
"There you are..." she let out a little gasp, pressing her forehead to yours. "I don't really want to hurt you, I promise. I'd be... all alone again. Everything about you... good or bad, it's all so, so precious to me..."
She kissed between your eyes, her lips lingered there too long. Your face felt warm, the fear in your gut was getting entwined with something else... Your thoughts were jumbled, all of it was too much. She sat up, looking down at you... Something about all of it, how close she was... her warmth, her words... She had a hold on you, and you didn't know what you wanted to do.
"I can be anything you need me to be."
She brought your hand to her lips, kissing the palm of your hand, all the while staring into your eyes. There was a devotion there that you'd never seen in your entire life. You couldn't breathe.
"Just..."
The knife pressed under your chin to lift it, but your gaze was already locked with hers.
"Look at me."
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shout out to @magical-grrl-usami who wanted to be notified when part 2 came out, hope you like it :o
#i don't know if this came out good but here it is#female yandere#yandere girl#yandere#yandere imagines#The Secret Admirer#female yandere x reader#female yandere x y/n#genderless y/n#genderless reader#i am ace as hell so pardon if certain parts read weird#i debated including any quote unquote violence#but yanderes gonna yandere i suppose#lady yanderes need an edge sometimes#badum-tish#tw: knives#tw: knife
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Dukeceit Stimboard
#sanders sides#remus sanders#janus sanders#Dukeceit#tw: knife#tw: knives#tw: alcohol#tw: blood#tw: snake#tw: octopus
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Aegom with a twin sister the he feels he owns. Everything about her belongs to Aegon. Alicent seeing her son possessive behavior tries to separate them but Aegon reacts violently. His twin belongs to him and he will not see her married off to some fat lord.
So Aegon sneaks into her room, fucks her and then scares her pretty face. Ruining her forever. No one will want her once she swells with his child but in the case their mother forces moon tea down her throat, Aegon still wins as he permanently marks her face with his knife.
Oo dark… I like it.
Aegon likes getting what he wants. Rarely does that mean he’s actually given it. He’s learned how to take things that he wants. His twin sister is no exception.
He tries the normal route first and asks his mother to betroth her to him. After all they are twins and Targaryen’s. They were not only meant to rule together but be together. It doesn’t matter how compelling his case is because his mother immediately shuts it down. He will not drag his sister down into his depravity with him. According to his mother, his twin will soon be married off hopefully to someone that will give them a political advantage.
Aegon can’t stand the thought of that, though. Not being allowed to have his twin in the way he knows he needs but to hear that their mother is planning on marrying her off. For political advantage, which is really code for a fat old lord whose wife has died and wants to get his wrinkly disgusting hands on something that is Aegon’s.
He realizes what he should do as soon as he leaves his mother’s presence. After they have all eaten and the castle is asleep for the night he sneaks into his twins room. It’s not much different from when they were younger and they would sneak into each others rooms to just talk. The look of confusion on her face when she realizes that Aegon isn’t in her chambers for that reason has Aegon growing hard in his breeches. His beautiful twin sister is wearing only her nightgown, so sheer that he can see through it and when he climbs onto her bed she doesn’t stop him.
When he tells her he must take her maiden hood and fill her with a child that night to stop their mother from taking her away from him and giving her away like some pawn on a chessboard she kisses him gently and lays back. She lets him take her virtue and fill her with his seed. She has known for as long as Aegon that they belong to one another and the thought of being someone else’s seems wrong.
When he finally pulls out of her and grabs his breeches as she thinks he’s going to leave but instead he pulls out a small carving knife. Her blood runs cold when she sees him holding it. For the first time she truly has no idea what Aegon is going to do. She’s so frightened that when he grabs her face she doesn’t fight back. Suddenly the cool steel is pressing into her face and she cries out. Aegon only hushes her and promises her it will all be over soon but it doesn’t stop her from crying. When he’s down he tosses the knife back onto the ground and admired his handy work. His twin has never been as beautiful as she is scarred up by his hand with her legs spread and his sun leaking out of her.
When their mother comes to her daughters room in the morning she’s horrified at the scene before her. Aegon had gone sometime before the sun had come up but he had fucked his twin twice more, harder each time. When her mother looks down at her eldest daughter. She’s asleep on the bed naked with what she can only assume is her son’s seed between her legs and on the bed and a freshly carved A on her cheek. She has the maid fetch moon tea and swears her to secrecy. When she wakes her daughter and has her drink the moon tea she is surprised that she find resistance. Why would she want to carry her twin’s child? The man who had defiled her in the night and scarred her beautiful face?
It doesn’t matter, though. She forces her daughter to drink the tea and continues on her search to find a husband for her daughter. She has her daughter sleep in her room until she can make such a match as she doesn’t trust her son. Hopefully she can find some lord who will not only take a princess who has been defiled but who has her brother’s initial carved on her face. She hopes it is small enough for them to overlook.
On the other hand, Aegon’s twin wanders over to the mirror and watches as the cut heals itself. She will always have the small ‘A’ on her cheek showing that she will always belong to Aegon even if her mother finds someone else for her to marry.
#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd smut#house of the dragon smut#aegon ii targaryen#aegon targaryen smut#aegon ii x oc#aegon ii x reader#tw: knives#sunny speaks#Aegon thoughts
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Pairing: Dabi x gn!reader
Warnings: Knife kink, dubcon
Summary: Thinking about Dabi with a knife kink. Specifically, him catching reader, who also has a knife kink, watching him sharpen his pocket knife. 🤭
Wordcount: <300
A/N: Just a super short work, and leaves a lot to imagination.
He keeps it for pure intimidation, just to switch things up a bit. The lust in your gaze was too noticeable, the adorable way you tried to subtly chew the inside of your cheek to suppress it. Halting his hand movements and stifling a smirk, his eyes met yours, a flicker of mischief as he casually addressed you.
"You seem interested in what I'm doing. You wanna closer look?”
Intrigued, you quickly nodded and he made room for you on the couch. He continued in silence. He took note of your eyes fixated on his working hands, the way his fingers gripped the handle, pressing lightly as he ran the blade along the whetstone to correct the dullness. His heat was intoxicating, radiating off him as you sat next to him.
He turned the blade over to repeat the same movements he had to the previous side. Only this time, you noticed it's a little slower. More meticulous. You were careful not to react, lest he catches on. Oh, but unluckily, or luckily, for you he already has. Sunlight coming through the windows caught on his staples and the blade, creating a soft glimmer that made the scene more enticing. He paused, ice blue eyes inspecting the knife for any imperfections, and a soft hum reverberated in his throat.
“Gotta test this on something. Mind just-”
Before you could blink, he hooked the tip onto the edge of your shirt, ripping up the arm sleeve, chuckling at the way your eyes widened and you yelped in horrified shock.
“Careful now, don’t wanna get cut, do ya?”
#birdie writes#tw: knife#tw: knives#dabi x reader#knife kink#respectfulsimping#dabi smut#touya todoroki smut
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Music For a Sushi Restaurant + details
#harrystylesedit#hstylesedit#hledit#hljournal#hlcreators#trackinghappily#tracksintheam#userlorna#myedit#tw: flashing#tw: knives#tw: squids#ask to tag#when i said this mv would be in my mind for weeks i wasn't joking#these are just some of the details i've noticed and/or been pointed out#there's more i probably missed#of course this is up to interpretation but... yeah
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🐁🥩🔪
I do wanna do these digitally at some point but for now it’s traditional sketches.
We got a lovely… butcher mouse and her raccoon cook girlfriend :D
Also I couldn’t decide if doing animals or humans or a mix or something.
#Character design#character design challenge#emoji character design#artists on tumblr#popfizzles#dream answers#ask box#my art#Tw: knife#tw: blood#tw: knives
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2019 vs 2023
#aftg#all for the game#neil josten#david wymack#the foxhole court#tfc#myart#redraw#tw: knives#tw: knife
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[Slasher! Au: Ghost jams his hunting knife into the tree trunk next to R/n’s head, He kisses her roughly as his body keeps her small frame pinned up against the tree as her legs wrap around his waist.]
Ghost, pulls away from her: It’s okay now, love.
[The tortured screams of fear and agony can be heard all around them as König takes his time slaughtering the men that dared put their filthy hands on their Bunny.]
Ghost: They won’t hurt you or anyone like that again...
#call of duty slasher au#call of duty modern warfare incorrect quotes#Slasher! ghost#Slasher! König#slasher! reader#afab reader#könig x ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#call of duty könig#könig x reader#tw: knives#tw: attempted assault#tw: death mention#tw: suggestive#simon ghost riley x reader
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FEBRUARY 16 FEBRUARY 16!!!!!!!
#haikyuu!!#ハイキュー!!#the battle of the trash heap#hinata shoyou#kozume kenma#tw: knives#tw:#knives#(just in case?)#BUT OMG IT'S HAPPENING LET'S GOOOOO#(manifesting a simultaneous release internationally/at least only a few months difference)
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I will never understand how people post fics or even blurbs with NO warnings like do you also not freak out at airport security that SOMEHOW there will be a knife in your bag even though you packed it and it hasn’t left your sight, somehow, someway, there’s a knife in there?? Do you just not have fear?!
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