#bloodplay

i'm calvin, i'm 22, 6'1", i'm a sadomasochist. fr/eng.

i'm straight + cisgender male, my pronouns are he/him.

i have bpd with antisocial personality traits.

my dms are always open.

i'm heavily into: cnc, knifeplay, bloodplay, fearplay, gunplay, submission, autassassinaphila, mask kink, dumbification, manipulation, corruption, degradation/humiliation, praise, gore, necrophilia, breeding, power dynamics, size kink, trauma play, breathplay, stalking, bondage, violence, torture.

i'm okay with: shibari, feet, edging, somnophilia, anal (maybe), cannibalism.

fuck no: ageplay, incest, coprophilia, watersports, vomit, homophobia, transphobia / misogyny.

other than BDSM, i'm interested in psychology, literature, art, and music (mainly midwest emo & nu-metal) i play bass guitar and i'm a beginner tattoo artist & piercer. i have 2 piercings and 4 tattoos.

anyway,

⪩⪩ shᥱ’s ᥲ rottᥱᥒ kιᥒd of ᥴυtᥱ

Paring:Coupè x Afab!reader but no she/her

Content warning:Kind forced intoxication so dub con,knife play/cut play/blood play. Dead dove yk

You and coupè never interacted much it’s not like you avoided each other just never took the time to..get to know each other?? Until tonight the z-team plus Robert all went to a bar after a particularly gruling shift. You had her back that’s all it was,you saw a weak point where she could get hurt so you stepped in simple as that you hadn’t given it much thought; but she had.

Robert had handed you two drinks, “give one to coupè for me.” You nodded as he walked off. You tapped her shoulder handing her the glass she set her hand on your shoulder and leaned in you could smell the alcohol on her breath,whiskey.

“You don’t need to bribe me anymore. I’m in your debt now..” she pulled a blade from her wing you wondered how many she had on there. “If you ever need somebody,removed..” she threw the blade at the dart board that was next to her she wasn’t even looking how did she hit it perfectly in the center? “I should keep you in mind..?” You asked raising a brow slightly. “Yes,that’s what I was trying to imply..your way to sober; have you drank at all?” You shook your head offering her the drink robert had gave you. “No I’ve never..really drank before not enough to get drunk atleast.” Coupè looked at you like you had just said something outlandish. “Like ever?” You shook your head no, there was a beat of silence. “Well we need to change that..”

You don’t now how many drinks you’ve had at this point 4..no 5! Well maybe 6… “C’mon take another sip,” Coupè whispered in your ear she was sitting on the pool table her legs crossed swinging them slightly. You reluctantly did you felt all fuzzy.. “feel that warmth pool in your stomach baby doesn’t it feel nice?” You nodded it was probably time she took you home she thought.

And so..she did.

She pushed open the door of her apartment your arm slung around her shoulder keeping you up. You whined as he set you down on her bed and pushed you down gently. “Is it really your first time getting drunk?” She didn’t need an answer you laying basically dead weight was tell enough. She crawled over you her hands and legs on either side of your body caging you in. “Look at me.” She took hold of your chin pulling your gaze to her and once your eyes met hers..fuck you were wasted you looked pathetic and she loved it. “Want me to make you feel good baby?” You managed a weak “mhm” she snicked.

You heard the swish of a blade at looked up she had one of her blades to your thigh before moving it up to your stomach lifting your shirt up with her free hand so the blade was ghosting your skin it gave you goosebumps. “Sharp isn’t it baby?..” she lightly dragged the blade on your skin before stopping “look at me your alright..promise..” she reassured putting enough pressure and sliding so it cut your skin you gasped she dragged her blade across your skin a few more times..none to deep just enough to draw blood which she dragged two of her fingers along the red color complimenting her skin nice she brought her fingers up to her mouth licking them clean before lowering herself she had already pulled your pants back but she couldn’t be bothered with your underwear she cut them loose.

“You taste good..” she murmured “but you need to get more iron I can practically taste the lack of it.” You scoffed pushing her away slightly “no one told you to taste my blood I don’t know why you’re complaining.” She pushed your arm back roughly. “Stop. I never said anything that could be considered complaining; I just made an observation; now stop moving or I’ll make the next cut deeper.” She moved back to the spot on your thigh practically lapping up the beads of blood. You whimpered,why did this feel so good..this was wrong wasn’t it? You couldn’t say. She moved her hand up your thigh and you felt two of her fingers fill you she moved her fingers in a scissoring movement. The rest was a blur maybe it was the alcohol but that’s all you remembered when you woke up coupè was laying on top of you holding you possessively. You exhaled slinging an arm over her shirtless torso.

So I totally didn’t lose motivation hope it was semi enjoyable sorry it’s so short I’m so fucking high rn plus I’ve gotta migraine got me feeling like