#k.knife

cw: blood mention, knife mention

It could definitely work out! Caleb likes the rope just a bit too tight, and edged so much that it hurts even when he does eventually get to cum. He's not really into seeing another in pain, but he likes you so much it doesn't turn him off either. (Could develop just a little bit of a taste for it, even. Only watching it happen, though.) Would get whiny about it if you don't switch up who is in the most pain. So one day you get a ripped asshole, and he the next HAHA

Some other ideas;

Caleb would feel even more comfortable sharing his most fucked up fantasies if you're also a masochist. You'd be more likely to understand him! There are some things he'd only admit to while drunk that he might feel confident enough to tell you :)

Just picture cornering Kylar in the swim locker room with no one around. You egg her on til she has her knife pointed at you. It’s shaking, though. You can’t help but want to have a little fun, it’s harmless. So you keep stepping forward, making her spit little angry words at you, but her eyes are so wide. You’ve got her up against a locker and her knife at your exposed collarbone. And if she won’t do it, you will. It stings a little as you let the knife slice your skin open, but you get to watch Kylar become absolutely entranced. You ask if she wants to touch it. She’s almost dazed when she coats her fingers in your blood, the hand that’s not holding the knife. You cautiously take her hand and lick your own blood off her fingers. When she drops the knife, her face is flushed so red. Pretty, you comment absentmindedly, and she reacts. So you can’t help it! You just keep murmuring how soft her hair is, how pretty her lips are, pressing her further and further against the locker - and press your knee against her crotch. It’s fun to press a few kisses against her neck while you undo her shirt buttons. In the back of your mind, you’re aware swim class is almost over, which you use to your advantage. You barely dip your hand to the band of her panties when you breathe in her ear and invite her to go further in another room. She can still back out. You don’t think she will, though, not with how she’s panting softly.

CUTE CUTE CUTE cw: knifeplay, blood, dubcon(?)

Isn’t it only fair you wanted to test her bluff? She was telling you to leave her alone, asked what it really is you wanted from her, and said she’d hurt you if you kept going. Kylar’s face is so red as you curl your tongue around her fingers. Just staring and staring. The clatter of her knife hitting the ground snaps her out of it, and she stutters so hard over what she’s trying to say that she ends up not saying anything at all. She squirms at every compliment. Her hands find your sides, and you expect this to be the end, but she pulls you even closer against her after you said you like her a lot.

She lets out the cutest little noise you’ve ever heard when you press your knee against her, some mix of a gasp and a whimper. When you put your lips against her neck, she jumps and jerks her head so your face is squished against her shoulder. Kylar gives a quick apology, before a much quieter d-don’t stop. As soon as she grinds against your knee, you take the chance to ghost your finger over her clit, and she jolts. She’s panting, eyes half-closed and her cheek pressed against the locker to keep her face from overheating. A splash came from the pool, and you remember where you are.

“Do you want to keep going?” You ask, and she huffs. That’s more like the Kylar you’ve gotten to know, rather than the flustered mess of a girl you’ve got pinned underneath you. You like both of them. It’s hard to take her seriously though, when you can feel her getting wetter from the slightest bit of friction.

“ Y-you’re only asking to embarrass me…” She mutters in response. Her nails dig into your skin, though not hard enough to hurt.

“It’ll be more embarrassing once people come in here to change, right?” Eyes widening, she tries to fix her shirt, but her fingers are trembling too much to get it right. You help her. Once you’re done, you finish it off with one final kiss to her throat. “There you go. Wanna finish this somewhere else?” You take a step back, and she stays against the locker, staring at the floor.

“I thought… I thought you would’ve just left…” Aw, was she really expecting you to leave her hanging? You hadn’t been shoving your reputation down the drain by pursuing her so openly for nothing.

“‘Course not. I just said I like you, didn’t I?” Kylar latches on to your arm with both of her own, burying her face against you, legs unsteady. You think that’s enough of an answer.

cw: knives, light bloodplay (sfw, though.)

i can't believe you guessed EXACTLY what i was thinking about. they would love that. they'd never stop wearing it, and proudly display it over their clothes. if someone tore it off their neck and broke it, they'd seriously lose it. it's such a meaningful offer to them, almost like handing your life over, so anyone else putting their disgusting hands on it... yeah, wouldn't end well.

it's even better if you can fill them together, so to speak. kylar will hand you their knife, and let you make a shallow cut on their arm with shuddering breath. then, they'll return the favour. (if you make no move to stop them, they'll do it while their own blood is still smeared on it. they like the idea of mixing yours with theirs.) the whole time, they're blushing and shaking. not exactly because of the blood or the knife itself, rather, the trust. they know they trust you not to hurt them more than necessary, but this is such clear proof you return that sentiment... it makes them lightheaded.