Various Oneshots

Spooky month- Bob Velseb solo smut

Trigger warning for- mention of cannibalism, Bob tastes someone's blood like once, masturbation, mention of killing, knife/blood play please let me know if I've forgotten anything
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Bob drags his knife against his victim, they let out a muffled scream through their gag. They tried to wiggle out of their restraints failing miserably.

It made Bob smile, he lick his knife. He was finally able to taste his victim. He frowns his face becoming one of anger. He stabs his knife through the person's leg, they scream tears falling down their face.

"I went through all that work and your taste is rotten." Bob slits their throat, the person weakly cries out and chokes out a few shaky breaths before slumping over.

Bob huffs and wipes his blood off. 'What a waste of a body.'

He was more than upset thinking of ways to calm himself or plans to get another person. It was three in the afternoon so he couldn't kill another person without getting caught.

So he needed to calm down and wait. What could he do to pass the time? He smiles getting an idea, he begins to take off his clothes. He starts with his red hoodie, then his white wife-beater.

He stares down at his body, his grip tightens on his knife. He runs the blade along his chest, he lets out a shaky breath. He quickly fumbles with his jeans and pulls down his boxers. He takes a seat in an old wooden chair.

The legs felt loose and he made a small squeak when he sat on it. He drags the blade in various places. A long cut on his outer thigh, a deep cut on his inner thigh, and more cuts down his chest and stomach. His hard cock twitches in anticipation.

He grabs ahold of the base and begins to stroke his cock in long slow strokes. Bob lets out a sigh, his breath hitches as he runs the blade close to his pelvis.

With every stroke, he squeezes the base of his cock, and it forced a moan out of him each time. Bob slid his thumb over his slit, smearing his precum. He picks up the pace, accidentally dropping his knife in the process.

Heavy labored breathing escaped him as he continued to quicken his movements. He groaned as the familiar heat began to form in his gut.

With a final groan of pure pleasure bouncing off the walls, he let out a deep moan reaching his orgasm and spilling over his fist.

He smiles chuckling to himself as he comes down from his high. He sits there letting his cum drip onto the floor, along with his blood.

He shrugs it off, he had to clean the victim's blood up anyway.