#masochist reader

WARNING : knife play is a more of an extreme kink, if this makes you uncomfortable then don't read it. along with knife play, blood will be mentioned. continue at your own risk.

when daisuke first came to you with the idea of knife play, you thought he was joking, like it was some elaborate dare or prank he got set up with. then you noticed he wasn't laughing with you, the expression on his face stoic as ever. deciding to indulge in his newfound kink, you let him explain everything. to your surprise, he did quite a lot of research. he had an answer to every question you had, and at the end of it you were left with no doubts or concerns.

now though, nervousness bubbled up in your stomach, but the good kind. daisuke had you left defenseless, hands tied behind your back, ankles tied open to the legs of the wooden chair you sat on. you only had on your bra and panties, the one's that he specifically picked out for you of course. during the process of tying you up, he briefly mentioned blindfolding you, but decided against it since it was both your first time with something so extreme.

daisuke took his time getting you used to the blade, dragging the spine against your skin, reveling in the way you shivered. he adjusted his grip on the handle, now lightly dragging the heel idly along your skin, subconsciously following the outlines of your thigh muscles. you hadn't even been touched yet, but you could already feel the heat seeping from your cunt.

you both took a deep inhale, your gazes meeting. "do you think you're ready, dear?" daisuke asked, a tinge of eagerness laced in his words. obviously he wouldn't push you if you weren't ready, or you couldn't bring yourself to go farther than this, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited to take the next step. you swallowed your fear, nodding at him and giving him the okay to go further.

he however did not take this as an acceptable answer, you either wanted this or you didn't, and he needed to hear you say it yourself. "use your words, please." his tone was firm but not harsh, giving you the opportunity to opt out if need be. shaking your head no again, you did your best not to stutter. "i'm- i'm nervous, but i want this. so, yes, i'm ready."

daisuke smiled, patting your thigh reassuringly. "alright, just make sure to remember our safe word." right, of course. being reminded of the fact you had a safe word, blue, made a significant amount of your anxiety melt away. he took a moment away, looking at the set he had laid out on a table. deciding to give you a bit more time to ease up on your nerves, he grabbed a knife he knew was dull. pushing back his sleeve, he lightly tested the blade against the back of his arm, and no skin broke. perfect, this way you'll be less scared of the blade itself too.

bringing himself back to you, he gave you a brief introduction of the knife, making you familiar with all it's parts. after he got that out of the way, he showed you that this in particular blade isn't sharp enough to break skin, demonstrating on himself once again. with a deep exhale from you, he started.

he started at the edge of your shoulders, tracing the tip of the blade down your arm, all the way down to your forearm, and then moved to your chest. it crossed the indentations of your collarbone, then gradually made its way down your decolletage. when the knifes edge neard your breast, daisuke looked at you, checking if you were alright. again you nodded, feeling a strange sense of neediness.

this time he didn't press you for a verbal response, and slowly dragged the knife in a circle around your breast, bringing it up to gently flick your hardened nipple. your moan echoed off the walls, the corner of daisuke's lips quirking up into a gring. he was glad to see you were enjoying this as much as he was, he especially enjoyed seeing you so aroused.

after a good while of daisuke warming you up with the dull knife, the mess pooling between your legs was unbearable. your thighs were slippery, and there was bound to be a mark on the chair when you were let up. with a whimpering plea, and a sudden surge of masochism, you asked him to get a sharper blade. this obviously took daisuke by surprise, not expecting you to be so eager. "are you sure? don't force yourself to—" "daisuke, please."

without further question, he retreated back to his table, and found a sharper knife. this knife was much sharper than the last, but since he wasn't intending on putting much pressure on the blade he figured this would suffice. when he came back to your chair, he made you aware of this, and once again reminded you that you could back out whenever you wanted. you whined in response, attempting to spread your legs further in desperation.

then, a sudden idea flashed into daisuke's mind. getting on his knees in front of you, his free hand lightly massaged your thigh, occasionally kneading the skin in his large hand. with another high pitched whine, you begged him to continue, and so he did. slowly, he brought the knife down to your skin, the blade ghosting over your flesh. when it neared the inside of your thigh, he pressed down lightly, just barely breaking the skin.

you sucked in a hiss through your teeth, following it with a shaking exhale. it barely hurt at all, but the sting felt unexpectedly good. taking this as a good sign, daisuke moved the blade up further on your inner thigh, repeating the motion. due to the prolonged lack of stimulation, the places you were already sensitive in were even more reactive.

your body twitched intensely from the contact, causing the blade to go a fair bit deeper than daisuke had intended, but not enough to cause worry. daisuke immediately put the blade aside, eyes wide with worry when he looked up at you, but the sight he was met with was one he wasn't expecting at all. your head was thrown back, your chest heaving as your thighs quivered. did.. did you just-?

he let out a sigh, a relieved smile painting his features as he did. his attention was quickly caught by stream of crimson ran down your thigh, it was almost hypnotic. without thinking, he lowered his mouth to your thigh, tongue eagerly lapping up every inch of red that spilled across your leg. his cock throbbed at the coppery taste against his tongue, the raw enjoyment he felt from the taste catching him off guard. yeah, this definitely won't be a one time thing.

— 𓈒 ❤︎︎ ࣪ ˖

7/3/25

He didn’t want to die with a rusty screw embedded in his spine

Begging his brother not to bring him back to the hell on earth he was forced to endure

Dean wanted to be happy

Safe at home

Surrounded by smiling faces

Smothered with love

But now it’s been years

And half my bed is cold

Untouched

Folded clothes sit in a blue hamper

Dean scrawled into the side

I cussed him out for using a hunting knife instead of a sharpie

I should’ve laughed and done the same to mine

I should’ve made him carve his name into my skin

A permanent reminder I was his

His claim on my soul etched into my skin

He always was possessive

Hiding it by being protective

I could’ve convinced him to do it

He’s patched me up after worse

Concern masking pride

When I tried to hide how deep the wounds were

It didn’t matter

He saw the flick switch, the light turn on behind my eyes on our first hunt

A wide, angry line of red across my arm

He recognized the look on my face

And the beast inside stirred

Gentle touches buried his desires

Until he could look at me without seeing red on my skin

The sight of masochistic satisfaction behind my eyes pushed to the recesses of his mind

Forgotten until a screw in his spine resurfaced buried memories

And it was too late to trust himself with his hand around my throat as I begged for more

We had a chance to truly complement each other, and squandered it

I never saw the sadist lurking behind green eyes until the last moment

“Don’t bring me back.”

Like hell

I tried everything

Looked everywhere

Nothing worked

Nothing helped

No one knew anything

Jack was my only hope

But he was always loyal to Sam

“We have to honor his last wish, Y/N”

Yeah, I’ve heard that before

It's been years

But the gaping hole in my chest never healed

Grief threatens to pour from my eyes

Pain lingers where love once bloomed

Ice runs through veins where fire used to thrive

The rhythmic pulsing in my blood the only proof I still had a heart

Though it was nothing but a muscle by now

Doing its job

Despite the voice in the back of my mind asking it not to

Begging me to go to him

But Dean wanted me to live a full, happy life

So I’m trying

And failing

But I’m trying

For him

For Dean

The man who put everyone before himself

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You awake from your nap and stretch. Moon had put you to bed earlier and you slept very well. You looked around the room he had left you in and listened. You could hear the breathing sounds.

He was still in the room.

You looked around and found the source. Despite not having Lungs, Moon had a tendency to emit a heavy breathing sound. His eyes glowed in the corner he stood in, staring at you hungrily. His frame is in a slightly hunched position, like a cat looking at something they’re preparing to pounce on.

You felt shivers run through your body. You love it when he wants to play.

“Prey…” He addresses you, causing goosebumps to form on your arms. He only used that pet name for you when he was hungry.

The thought made your mind race with excitement.

Your eyes wash over him, noticing drool dripping from his large sharp toothed grin. His long tongue whipped out and ran over his lips as he sized you up, as if trying to determine if he could swallow you whole or not.

You put your feet to the floor, looking directly at him. “Good morning Moon.” You say innocently, as if you hadn’t noticed the fierce predator-like look in his eyes. “I didn’t see you there.”

“You’re awake so soon…how cute.” He purrs, but doesn’t move from his spot. He’s resisting his urges. You can tell.

That just won’t do.

You casually scratch at your neck, pulling the collar of your shirt away from it to let him get a full view or your beating pulse. His heavy breathing gets louder, a slight growl accompanying it. He knows you’re teasing, testing him and his resolve.

Your heart starts to pound at the sound of his voice growling your name in an animalistic tone. You consider ignoring him, just to see what he’d do. You look up casually and look at him innocently. “Hmm? Yes Moon?” You asked cutely.

He is no longer standing, he has one hand on the floor. He really looks like he could break and attack you at any second. He looks wild, starving, and like you’re a feast he has been waiting days for.

“Moonie? Is something wrong?” You ask innocently.

He doesn’t answer right away. He stares, his eyes unblinking and the red lights shining brightly, solid and strong, like a lighthouse. “I’m…fine my prey.” He lies.

He is still resisting. You’ve almost got him to break. Your face is heating up from the thought of what he will do when he does snap. Will he hold you down? Will his grip on your arms cause bruising? Your heart could hardly take the anticipation. He needed one more push. And you knew just the thing for it.

You start to back away to the door slowly. His posture tenses up in anticipation. He knows what you’re planning. He wants it just as much as you do. He adjusts his footing slightly as he watches you. Every bit of his attention is on you, like a laser bearing holes into your soul. His tongue slowly runs across his bottom lip, bleeding drool down his faceplate.

“Do you like the idea of chasing me?” You whisper in a sultry voice. “Running me ragged until I can’t run anymore, holding me down and eating me alive?”

He lets out another feral growl, you can see him swallow in anticipation. You loved this. He loved this. Your teasing, your innocent acting.

You bite your lip in a teasing manner as you slowly reach for the doorknob and push the door open.

He stops moving entirely, the heavy breathing cease and all is silent. The air is heavy with anticipation of the quiet that fills the room. You can’t even hear his usual calming clicks and whirls from his inner mechanisms.

Finally, you take a deep breath and begin to run down the hall. You knew you couldn’t outrun him. You never could. But that’s what made it fun. Running as hard as you can, where will he catch you?

Almost immediately you hear the sound of animatronic footsteps chase after you. Your heart beats faster, the excitement and fear rushing through your veins. You could hear him. He was right behind you, about to pounce.

You turned the corner, and that is what ended the hunt. Just as you made it around, Moon used the wall as a springboard and threw himself on top of you, causing you both to skid on the smooth cement floor. You squealed in shock and rolled onto your back to meet Moons hungry gaze.

“I’ve caught you, my prey…” His voice rumbles through his chassis that’s pressed against your chest. The vibration made you shiver. His hands hold yours down as he watches the blood rush to your face. “Little prey~ I could just eat you up~” He giggles wickedly. Drool drips from his teeth, his tongue flickers out to lick it up, his lips now moist.

You let a whine escape your throat. Now he’s teasing you, he knows what you want. “M-moon…” You whimper softly.

“Mm, you look tired…maybe you should sleep, my prey.”  He smirked and leaned his faceplate into your neck. You tipped your head back, trying to give him better access. You could hardly take it! You wanted to feel his teeth sink deep into your flesh. You ragged breathing had you twitching against him as he set his lips to your skin.

He gave your neck a simple gentle kiss, before running the front of his teeth on your skin harmlessly. You squirm underneath him. His taunting is too much. You feel his drool drip into your hair as he sniffs around your flesh. He inhaling your scent and drinking it in.

“M-moon…!” You whine louder. “P-please!”

“Yes…Darling?” He giggled and ran his long tongue down your neck, making your breath hitch. “Do you need something? A bedtime story? A drink of water?”

You squirm and whimper. “P-please…stop teasing…” You said, arching your back into him.

“Teasing?” the bot asks innocently, his voice husky and irresistible. He knows exactly what he’s doing. What you want. He wants to hear you say it. His grip on your hands is tight, cause minimal pain, but enough you suspect they may bruise. “What do you mean my prey?”

“You want my blood don’t you? You’re hungry…” You ask, your face starting to heat up more from having to say it out loud. “P-please…bite me…”

“Hmm? Do I get to choose where?” He snickered and held one of your hands to his mouth, licking your fingers.

A violent shiver erupts through you at the sensation. “Mooon…” You whine pitifully, making him chuckle darkly. He looked over you for another second, sizing you up and letting a little more drool drip down your neck.

“You want me to taste you that bad?” He giggled and nuzzled his faceplate into your jawline. “It is so tempting, your blood is delicious. Do you want me to bite you my prey?”

“Yes, Yes! Please Moon, I want to feed you!” You cry out desperately. “I want to feel your teeth in my flesh!” Your hands tighten on his, trying to cling to him. You’re sweating now, the exhaustion from the chase catching up from you mixed with the hot emotions surging through you.

The animatronic finally breaks through your skin with his teeth, letting a little blood drip and mix with his saliva before drinking greedily. His hesitation and care gone now as he ravages your neck.

You cry out and moan loudly, not caring who hears or sees at this point. The pain and pleasure rushes through your body, making you squirm from under him. Shiver wrack through your body with each gulp and suck you hear him make next to your head. You hear him growl and bite again, cause more unnecessary damage.

He knows you love it.

The absolute helplessness of the situation, being pinned to the floor and fed on makes the experience that much more enjoyable. He could do whatever he wanted to you and you’d be helpless to it.

“Oh, isn’t this what you wanted?” He smirked as he kept drinking, feasting on you. “My naughty little prey?”

You’re breathless in trying to respond, barely getting any syllables out as another shiver erupts through your body.

Finally he pulls away before taking too much blood, his long tongue leaving a searing trail of spit as he dragged it over your wounds.

Your breathing starts to slow down as you start calming down. He pulls away a little and looks you in the eyes, his gaze looking calm, kinder. “Have fun?”  He grinned.