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rafeshow · 4 months ago

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where a fan made an 10 minute video with a compilation of hasan and reader being in love.

just for clicks

hasanabi x fem!streamer!reader

tags : hasan being a bit of an ass, tension, lingering touches, angst, use of y/n (scary ik), this is a blurb (I can’t make more parts if ppl want it), basically just angst, nothing really from the readers pov

a/n : i’m pretty sure you were looking for a more sappy direction w this request, but i rlly couldn’t help myself and i made it angsty 😭. also this is my first fanfic on this acc so pls be nice to me 🙏 im not good w english

It was a regular streaming day for Hasan, for the most part. His typical bogging on about politics, random internet drama, and his frequent frustration at chat. Behind all that though, his mind was a fog. You; another streamer, having been friends with Austin, being introduced to the Fear& group, and all but weaseling your way into being a staple member of the friend group, was all that Hasan could think about. Austin had tried to set the two of you up when you were first introduced to the friend group, but you never ended up going on any serious or planned romantic ventures, the two of yous schedules preventing from such.

That’s not to say you weren’t interested in eachother, it was quite the opposite actually. It was unspoken between the two of you, literally. Minus talking on the podcast or short interactions in videos, you had never spoken outside of ‘work’. That didnt stop the tension from growing though.

It started as accidental; Hasan gently grazing the back of your neck when walking behind your chair during filming in the cramped podcast room, his warm fingers barely lingering for a second on your bare neck, followed by rushed apology. Then it was you; lightly holding his waist as you attempted to squeeze behind him during a cooking stream, still unable to get past without his backside brushing against your front to a degree. And those two accidental touches wouldn’t have been a problem if they had just stayed those two accidental touches. The two of you managed to bump into eachother enough times that it had you each questioning if the other person was doing it on purpose.

Hasan was the first to break the ‘accidental’ rule, having grabbed your waist firmly and practically picking you up off the ground to move you on one occasion. You followed suit with the rule breaking, leaning across him to grab something from QT while filming the podcast and intentionally resting stretched for a moment; your top half shelved atop his forearm as it laid flat on the table.

The two of you refused to do anything about it though, and it was driving you both mad. Each touch was getting more daring then the last, and it was a game of who was going to break first. You were mad because you thought he was intentionally toying with you; knowing it drove you mad whilst not being interested himself. Just doing it to mess with you. Hasan on the other hand was just generally pissed you hadn’t done anything yet, which was ironic considering he didn’t have the gall to do anything himself either.

It was all that Hasan had been thinking of that day, and he questioned that if his facecam didn’t cut off at the top of his head that chat would be able to see the steam emanating from it. He was beyond frustrated, but he found it easy to play off; opting to take his anger out on the idiots who left comments on his livestream.

The two of you hadn’t thought about what your predicament looked like from an outsiders perspective though, not until now atleast.

Hasan was watching some political interview; mostly letting it play while opening links from chat in other tabs. As he opened one in particular, his heart stopped. He quickly clicked back to the tab, his brows taught together as he re-read the title.

“No fucking shot.” He forcibly laughed out, not only in disbelief himself but also trying to play his reaction down a bit for the stream. It was a compilation video, titled “y/n and hasan being down bad for 7 minutes”.

He was shocked he hadn’t thought about it, honestly. He was so concerned with keeping his feelings down while streaming by himself that he hadn’t even considered how he looked when he was actually with you. He clicked play without a second thought, his brain still registering the situation at hand. He had to stop himself from letting a grin slip out.

He watched the whole video without saying anything, which was alarming for chat and him. He was just entranced at how painfully obvious the two of you made it. The way he stared at you as you spoke to someone else. The way you never looked at him when he spoke to anybody. The way he stared at your hands as you fidgeted with a mic cord. The now obvious touches. He was baffled.

But his emotions quickly flipped back to his previous frustration. All that has been going on and you still hadn’t done anything? The two of you still hadn’t even talked? You had interacted this way long enough for somebody to make a 7 minute long compilation and the two of you still hadn’t done anything? He turned to chat, decided to take it out by being defensive.

“It’s actually hilarious the shit you idiots come up with. You do realize we’ve never talked right? The little shit we’ve said on camera is all we’ve ever said to eachother. Ever. I don’t even know her actual name. I don’t even have her in my contacts. I’ve never even thought about her in that way. You guys are so apt on shipping every male and female to ever interact together, it’s disgusting. You guys are fucking weird.” He took a beat, knowing the shit he was saying was doing anything but help his case, and knowing the hole he was digging for himself was just getting deeper. The few excuses he could come up with were borderline pathetic and certainly laughable. He just hoped he said his words fast enough that none of it stuck, even though he could practically feel the clips getting posted to twitter. In a last stitch effort to save himself, he blurted out;

“And anything she’s ever done around me is just for fucking clicks anyway.” He closed his mouth immediately after saying it. Hasan knew how much of a low blow that was, he knew how much he defended other streamers in the space for the same shit, and he couldn’t believe he’d just let that out about you of all people. He knew then in that moment that he’d lost all chances of anything with you, and he couldn’t grasp the fact that he was able to royally fuck himself over in a matter of seconds. He sat there silent, grumbling something else about chat being stupid, and then he went back to his political video.

He tried to keep a stone face, but he couldn’t help as his eyes caught chat every few minutes, mixes of shock and anger still bubbling between all of them. Hasan tried to redeem himself as much as he could; making some jokes and throwing some insults at whatever video he was watching. The main mass of the shocked comments eventually fizzled away, but he ultimately ended up wrapping up stream after another 30ish minutes. All he could do now was watch as everything unfolded before him.

#.. 𝓇𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 #hasanabi #hasan x reader #hasanabi x reader #fear&#fear& podcast #twitch streamer #twitch streamer fanfic

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mendessi · 2 years ago

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ii. the sun

The sun portends good fortune, happiness, joy and harmony. It represents the universe coming together and agreeing with your path and aiding forward movement into something greater.

paring: joel miller x fem!reader

summary: you meet joel for the first time while working as a trauma nurse in the emergency room at a hospital in austin, texas. joel can't handle a few stitches so he distracts himself by flirting with you.

warnings: pre-outbreak, mentions of injury, blood, stitches, flirty/nervous!joel, mention of a car accident, me pretending i know what being a nurse is like, no use of y/n

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minors DNI

Your day had been ridiculously rough but thankfully it was coming to an end within the next two hours. It was Saturday which meant it was one of your longer shifts at the hospital and it felt like it had no end in sight.

There had been a game at the university which brought a ton of mid day drinking to underage college students who couldn't handle their alcohol. This also typically meant a ton of fights between the rivaling teams, drunk driving accidents, and typical college bullshit that never seemed to end during the football season. If there was one thing you had learned about Texans since moving there was that they take their football seriously. Especially for a school like UT.

"Talk about a rough day." You say to your co-worker when you both finally have a second to breathe at the nurse's station. You flip open a chart to ensure everything is set for a patient's release and then shut it.

"At least Bradley over there didn't throw up on your brand new sneakers." Belle said to you with a sigh.

"College boys, what can you do?" You say with a laugh.

"So cute and yet so so stupid." She looked down at her pager and then groaned. "Great. I gotta run."

You grabbed your stack of release papers off the printer, stapled them and then headed over to one of your patients for them to sign. Considering it had been an early game, the chaos was settling down in the ER and the shift was getting easier which was a good sign you'd actually be leaving on time.

"Alright then Mr. Olson, you're all set." You gave your best smile and then turned on your heel after receiving the necessary paperwork.

"Hey, can you grab bed three? Brad needs his IV changed." Belle said as she quickly passed you by.

"Brad? We're calling him Brad now?" You huffed throwing your arms up. "Belle, I'm supposed to be leaving now."

"Sorry, love you!" She didn't even turn to look at you as she hustled off towards bed six where Brad was still recovering from his alcohol poisoning.

You roll your eyes and pick up the chart for bed three, reading over it as you walk towards the patient. Injury to hand. Probably from a bar fight. You pull the curtain back with a smile, slighlty surprised that the man sitting on the edge of the bed was not a college student but a grown man. Half a relief.

"Mr. Miller?" You say, pulling up your chair to sit in front of him saying your spiel, "How are you doing? I'm a RN at Austin General and I'm just gonna see what's going on and hopefully we'll get you out of here in about an hour, yeah?"

"Joel, please." He says. You can't help but take note of how handsome he is compared to the other drunk men that have come into ER today. Either he sobered up due to the gaping cut in his hand or he had time to sober up on his drive over here. "You're not from round here are you?"

"Seattle. That obvious, huh?" You say with a laugh. "I'm just gonna take a look." You take his hand, pausing for a moment when he sucks a breath of air through his teeth.

You unravel the sketchy and poorly wrapped t-shirt around Joel's hand, hiding any reaction you have to gash in the palm of his hand that is still bleeding.

"Get into a fight?" You ask, trying to make light conversation after seeing his pained reaction to the injury.

"Yeah, you should see the other guy." He laughs lightly.

"What really happened?" You ask, grabbing the antiseptic to clean the wound. This man was far from drunk.

You could see by the dirt on his hands that this was not a bar fight and indeed probably just a work related accident. What, you couldn't guess, but the man in front of you didn't give off the energy he was coming down from being wasted.

"Tried catching a pane of glass that was falling over. Sliced right through my hand." He said, watching your hands as they worked. "Not gonna need stitches or nothin, will it?"

"I wish I could give you the answer you want." You tell him with empathy coming to the conclusion that it was deep enough to not heal on its own and would need stitches.

"Shit," He sighs.

"It'll take about ten minutes tops. Not too bad." You finish preparing the wound and grab a fresh pair of gloves and your suture kit.

"You gonna do em?" He asked.

"Yes sir." You look up at him again from your chair and his eyes meet yours. They're soft and brown, and you almost imagine what they'd look like in the sun. Probably like honey, you think.

"You ever had em before?" He asks and you gesture to the small scar on your temple.

"My cousin pushed me out of our tree house when I was five. Cracked my head open pretty bad. Seven stitches." You say. "If five year old me can handle it, thirty-four year old you can handle it."

"How old are you now?" He asks.

"Twenty-four." You reply, pushing his fingers open so that his hand is laying flat on the table in front of you.

"Pretty young to be a nurse, I'd say. Pretty though." He says and almost immediately after he face palms with his free hand. "Sorry, I'm a little nervous."

You almost smile and then remember the amount of times you had been hit on today was astronomical between all of the college kids coming in and out of the ER. How hard could it possibly be for any men to keep their testosterone levels steady and not flirt with women simply trying to do their jobs. You do feel a little bit of empathy for him as needles do seem to make him nervous but you've had a hard, never ending day so nothing amuses you.

You look up at him with a blank stare, "Try to move as little as possible."

"Tell me somethin true." He says as you begin your first suture. He keeps his eyes on you but you're focused on stitching his hand back together.

"Such as?"

"About you." He releases a shaky breath and you notice his finger tips start shaking slightly. The caring person you are feels sorry for him. He does seem like a nice guy who is just dealing with the fact that he has a four inch slice in his hand.

"I think I'm quite an open book." You say, your eyebrows furrowing as you work carefully on his hand.

"I'd say the opposite." His voice is low and it's hard to tell if he's struggling to hold his composure or if he's still trying to flirt.

"I entered this field because when I was twelve I was in a pretty brutal car accident. I was in the hospital for weeks but the nurses that cared for me quickly became my reason for living. I was miserable, it was quite literally the worst time of my life, but I was excited to wake up everyday because I knew they'd be there to greet me. They were just doing their jobs, but it was so much more for me. I wanted to do that for other people." You talk quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. As you go on, you notice his fingers stop shaking and the muscles in his arm that were tense relax.

"I think you're doin a stand up job." You look up at him, a small smile on your lips. "You're makin this this thing a whole lot easier."

That was definitely flirting. Though, looking at him now, you don't seem to mind it much anymore.

"You flirt with women every time you go into their workplace?" You ask. You're half joking. What's the worst that can happen, you'll flirt, he'll be discharged and then you'll never see him again.

"Only the pretty ones." You look into his eyes, yours narrowed as you judge his words. He's not smiling anymore.

"You think I'm pretty." It comes out more as a statement than a question. You almost flip your hair but then remember you're supposed to be suturing his hand.

"I think you're the most stunning woman to ever walk the streets of Austin." He's 100% serious and you can tell he means what he's saying.

You're cheeks are red at this point and there's no hiding it. "You're not half bad compared to the boys that have been in and out of this ER today."

"That's cus I'm a man." He straightens his posture and you can't help but laugh at the bad line. "That was a bad one, m' sorry."

"Good to know." You glance at him and cut the suture. You wrap a bandage around his hand and then scribble stuff down on his papers. "Seven stitches."

"What time are you out of here?" He asks as he examines your work on his hand.

"As soon as you're gone." You say standing up. "I'm gonna grab your discharge papers and I'll be right back."

"Let me take you to dinner." He states more than asks.

"I don't go out with patients." You say before walking away to the nurses station located in the center of the floor.

As you print his papers and sign and date them you can feel his eyes on you but you avoid looking up. He was probably the only sober man you spoke with today and while yes he was extremely handsome, he was at least ten years older than you. You never really cared about that before so the only thing stopping you was your suddenly made up rule about not dating patients. You had never once been officially been asked out by a patient only tragically flirted with by every college kid that walked into building. The rule was bullshit and you knew it. What could one date hurt? He was charming and you didn't want to admit it.

"Okay, Mr. Miller you're all set. Just sign these for me and you're good to go." You slide him the discharge papers and wait patiently for him to sign them. He hands them back to you, a smug smile on his face.

"Thanks for everything." He says and you nod.

"Stay safe." You tell him and then turn on your heel back to the nurses station where you quickly file his paperwork and clock out. You grab your things and wave bye to your co workers as you head for the door.

"Hey," You look up from your pager and find Joel Miller waiting for you.

"Mr. Miller." You greet him, shoving your pager into your pocket. "Stalking me?"

"Joel. It's dark outside, figured I could walk you to your car." He says matching your pace which is always at a default fast pace, though it must be easier considering his legs are longer than yours.

"Sure you're not gonna kidnap me once we get there?" You ask with a huff.

"With my crippled hand against you? No chance, you'd take me out easily." He smiles.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" You look both ways before crossing the street into the parking lot, he still keeps up with you standing at your side.

"As a matter of fact I would." He says and you finally look at him as you reach your car. You cross your arms over your chest and stare at him for a moment before speaking.

"Fine." You pull your phone from your pocket and hand it to him to put his number in.

"Really?" He tries to hide his excitement but he fails as the smile spreads from cheek to cheek as he punches the numbers in on your phone.

"I'll call you tomorrow." You say when he hands your phone back.

"I'll be waitin." He pulls your door open and you get in as he smiles at you until he closes the door. "Stay safe."

You never would've have given him your phone if it were anyone else but there was something about Joel Miller that you knew you could trust. You knew he'd never try to physically harm you and you knew that he wasn't being weird with his action. The nerves of getting stitches brought out a flirty side of him that was amusing to watch.

He could pretend that the only reason he asked you out was because you were "the most stunning woman to ever walk the streets of Austin" but it realistically was the fact that you were caring (whether it was just your job or not), you were kind (even when he was relentlessly flirting with you) and it was easy to tell you didn't put up with anyone's bullshit.

The truth is, Joel Miller never would've flirted with you if you were anyone else. He hadn't even thought of another woman since Sarah entered the world. He had never gotten stitches before so the nerves were eating at him but you opened up to him and alleviated his nerves. You had a bright aura, one that resembled the sun on a winter day, the moment when it emerges from the clouds and everything is suddenly warmer. You made him feel eased despite the throbbing pain of the cut in his hand or the process of getting stitched up.

That night was simple to the start of your relationship. Despite the clouds that surrounded you that night, Joel brought out the sun.

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paper-mario-wiki · 10 months ago

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what's ur favorite erb?

i dont have "favorite" as much as i have "the ones i watch every now and again".

"Blackbeard vs Al Capone" i might just like the way EpicLloyd speaks as Capone, but i also cant help but be utterly entranced by a shouting match between to middle aged men who want the other one to be scared. Favorite verse: Capone 1 (of 2)

"Wonder Woman vs Stevie Wonder" although this one still has the signature simple and cheesy bar structure that ERB is known for, this is PEAK in terms of performers. nicepeter and epiclloyd (the main guys) are great, but after the first 30 videos it became very easy to detect their individual deliveries and cadences. t-pain is pretty iconic in his performance of stevie wonder. Favorite verse: Stevie 2 (of 3)

"Stephen King vs Edgar Allan Poe" watzky was unfortunately cursed by god to forever look like a little twerp, but he works with it really well and it fits very well for the real-life twerp that was Edgar Allan Poe. and zach sherwin is always a charismatic force to be reckoned with, his uniquely clever writing style and flow shining. Favorite verse: Stephen King 2 (of 2)

"Steven Spielberg vs Alfred Hitchcock" this one's just good fun. its a little battle royale among a bunch of really famous pop directors. i know that the character-appropriate cgi background is a staple of post-season-one ERB, but i really appreciate these ones specifically for some reason. Favorite verse: Alfred Hitchcock

"Kryptonite" this isnt an ERB and is in fact a completely unrelated normal rap song but i was listening to this one today. my oldest brother listened to a lot of rap when i was young and this one was one of his favorites. i remember listening to it all the time when he would drive me to blockbuster to rent gamecube games. i didnt listen to it for a few decades, but i looked it up on youtube a few weeks ago on a whim and i really liked it a lot. it's all about smoking weed which i love doing, and the chorus is really catchy, plus the instrumental is one of my favorites. Favorite verse: Big Boi 1 (verse 3)

"The Joker vs Pennwise" both rappers somehow look like different versions of matpat in heavy makeup, and joker works in a natural "we live in a society" which i like. i think that's all i got for this one. Favorite verse: Joker 3 (of 3, because this is the one with the we live in a society bar, but all of his bars were actually really solid)

"Tony Hawk vs Wayne Gretzky" another one for the "zach sherwin is one of the best thing ERB has" pile. he delivers in a quaint (if a bit cartoonish) canadian accent a scathing comparison between the actual real-life achievements and significance and skill between the two actual athletes. which i think is very spiritually fulfilling considering the name of the series. Favorite verse: Wayne Gretzky 2 (of 2)

"James Bond vs Austin Powers" might unfortunate austin only gets 1 verse because it's far and away the best part of this one. aside from a clever pussy eating joke near the end between the two feuding bonds. Favorite verse: Austin Powers

"Nice Peter vs EpicLLOYD 2" this is an actual real-life catharsis event between the main two artists behind ERB who seemingly put very real and deep-seated creative and personal frustrations they have with each other into their verses, plus a very real burnout over this series that they put all their money on being The Big One, creating a legitimately tense feeling in watching their performances. for reference, Peter rips on how Lloyd is an alcoholic and is unwilling to let the channel grow or change, and Lloyd talks about how Peter is obsessive and manipulative, referencing a real life issue involving a friend they fucked over in the separate video he appeared in. Favorite verse: Lloyd 1 (of ??? this one is almost a duet at times really)

"Babe Ruth vs Lance Armstrong" this one is specifically here because babe's second verse goes extremely hard in an almost uncharacteristic way for a series with very middling raps in general. Favorite verse: Babe Ruth 2 (of 2)

i could keep going i think but i just scrolled to the top of the list and my face flushed with embarrassment at how long its getting so im gonna end it there. you get the idea.

#anon

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constellationguy · 4 months ago

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Imagine

A little treat to listen to while you read~

-Just imagine being extremely close to the Todoroki family growing up and becoming best friends with the eldest, Touya.

-You guys stick together through thick and thin, even when he eventually disappears in your early teen years you get these letters that are clearly from Touya but can’t be tracked back to him.

-His family is devastated with his “death” and cling to you as you are the closest thing to their lost son.

-As you grow up, you and Touya start dating and you are both thrilled. His family is also so proud that you “got over him” and are dating this mystery guy you refuse to talk about.

-When Touya joins LOV with the one condition to talk to a lawyer about “getting away from his old life”.

-Touya brings you to meet the lawyer and within the first few minutes a marriage contract is placed in front of you two and you are married seconds later.

-Touya also informs you he made a will, should he die on a mission with the LOV or something similar, all his assets will go to you as his wife and beneficiary.

-When you marry “Dabi” you are characterized as sort of faceless mob wife, no one knows who you are and Dabi will keep it that way.

-Touya tries to keep you away from the other villains and the danger of it all but if you are harassed by literally anyone, villain or drunk citizen, heros will quickly find a man burnt to a crisp with a letter stapled to his forehead that reads “harassed a married woman”.

-Since you technically legally changed your name through marriage you now have to hide your mail from the Todoroki family or lie and say you found someone with the same last name.

-You keep your maiden name or go by your first name in business and social settings so no rumor of you marrying into the Todoroki family gets out.

-So now you are married your best friend and love of your life, you move into his apartment and you have a sweet domestic life with him.

-Since you are still close to the Todoroki’s it doesn’t take long for one of the siblings to notice the ring on your finger.

-They practically harass you to meet the man you married, they obviously can’t and when they keep being pushy about it you have to lie that your husband is away on work most of the year and that you don’t like him anyway.

-Touya doesn’t mind that you say this, he knows you love him dearly and in fact finds it funny. He even gives you more lies to tell his family.

-Imagine being stuck in the middle of having a dreamy yet terrifying married life with Touya Todoroki and not being able to tell his family who you’re married to and that their eldest son is still alive, and a villain on top of it.

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I am getting so much Dabi content on my fyp rn and it’s pretty great. Probably won’t post much MHA content unless this is received well, if it it I can and MHA to the list if shows I write for. ❤️

#touya todoroki #mha x reader #dabi todoroki #dabi x reader #bnha x reader #Spotify

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positivexcellence · 10 months ago

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shawarma_point: 🏓 I’d say @otherracquet ‘s grand opening was a success 🌯😋 Shawarma Point is now at Other Racquet along with other Austin staples! Here for your apres pickle needs 🫡

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daddyhausen · 1 year ago

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — after the texas death match with hangman. swerve had developed an infatuation for pain

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], wax play, temp play, restriants, cuffing, masochist!swerve, sub!reader, dom!swerve, blood play, knife playunprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, male + female orgasms, squirting, vaginal creampie, internal cumshots

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.3k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x swerve strickland

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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he’d come to you about an hour after his match

body still pumping with adrenaline and forehead still decorated with remnants of dried and coagulated blood

both his and the cowboy’s

his mind revelled in the newfound pleasure. he enjoyed inflicting bloody punishment

but his body shuddered with a different kind of desire upon receiving

so here the two of you were

back home, immersed in the frosty tacoma weather

burning candlers freestanding, dripping hot wax onto the beside tables

an assortment of pocket knives and switchblades littered beside them

both your bodies bare and exposed for one another

“are you sure you want me to do this?” you questioned cautiously, a burning candle held between your palms the flame flickering dangerously close to your breasts

wrists bound by handcuffs, some of the wax dripping onto the metal

‘baby…” he cooed, finger dancing dangerously close to the flickering candle flame

the calloused tips of his fingers catching the flame before releasing it in quick succession, all without flinching

if that wasn’t any indication of his seriousness you weren’t sure what was

the candle flame flickered light against his chest as it did yours, a warm glow radiated onto his umber coloured skin

you could still make out the indents and scared of what once were staples petruding from his skin

from hangman and his own infliction

he guided your wrists to his chest, tilting the candle towards himself after allowing it to gather a substantial amount of hot wax at the wick

wetting his lips in anticipation

you however, held a knot of worry in your stomach, more so anxious that he was going to hurt himself

he gave a small hiss atp the hot wax met his skin, instantly hardening against his flesh

you tried to pull your wrists away in a frantic attempt to apologise

however, he held you still, letting the wax continue to build up in small peaks against his skin

an exhilierated moan fell from his lips

“fuck…” he grunted, a subtle grown through gritted teeth

“i’m sorry!-” you squeaked, pulling back your wrists, now free from his grasp.

“i’m sorry i’m hurting you-“

“no you’re not sweetheart. it feels good” he confessed through your frantic apologies

“look” he sighed, taking the candle from your grasp, pouring the remaineder of the wax onto his chest without so much as a wince of pain

the wax stuck to his skin

the larger droplets dripping down his torso, stopping and hardening just at his pelvis

a gasp caught in your throat just staring at how intoxicated with arousal he’d become

heavenly sighs parting his lips as he let his eyes flutter shut, just reveling in the pleasure

he placed the candle back into the holder on the bedside table

grabbing a switchblade to replace it

the flicking the blade open with a smirk as he brought it towards the cuffs that bound your wrist

the golden blade looked mesmerising, accompanied with a white-pearlescent handle that shimmered under the candlelight

he hooked the tip of the blade between the cuff links of the handcuffs, pulling them

the initial jolt sent you lightly smacking into his chest

not hard enough to get knicked by the blade, thankfully

without a word he handed you the switchblade, one of which you hesitantly accented

“w-what’s this for?” you questioned, genuinely clueless

“you know what it’s for baby” he reminded with a sly smirk, lightly beginning to nip at your bottom lip with hungry kisses

“y-you want me to use it on you?”

“mhm…” he hummed against your lips between parted breaths

you knew he’d always been a glutton for punishment, but never to this extent

“what if i hurt you”

“you won’t” he reassured, pulling you onto his lap

his cock throbbing against your exposed cunt

he switchblade’s handle grasped tightly between your palms

lightly beginning to trace around the intents of the staple scars

he hummed in delight, the sensation of the cold blade against his warm skin was nothing short of ethereal

he lifted your hips up, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other guiding his cock into you

his tip teased the warm, soaked folds of your cunt

adoring your whimpers as he stretched you out so effortlessly

“oh shit…” you gasped, still not fully used to his size, having to wait a couple of seconds before you were fully adjusted

“good?” he questioned softly, his eyes baring nothing but love into yours

you responded with a small nod, finally getting comfortable around his size.

he manoeuvred your hands, holding the blade up to his collarbone, pressing the tip just below the indent where bone peaks against the skin

pressing down lightly, not enough to break the skin and draw blood

he wanted to allow you that honour

still you hesitated, still afraid to cause him harm

“go on” he cooed. “you wont hurt me”

his reassurance provided some comfort to your worrying mind

still you persued

pressing the tip of the switchblade into his skin, breaking the melanated flesh

he gave a small hiss, same as before

grabbing your wrist all the same as he had done previously

instead, this time dragging the blade across his collarbone, until beads of ruby liquid pooled at the surface

“fuck…” he grunted, through a euphoric moan, his hips jolting up ward into you in the process

his cock fully buried in your void

you whimpered at the sensation, never feeling so full in your life

the blade of the knife glistened with his blood

the warm crimson dripping down the blade and your wrist

his hips began moving in quick rhythmic motions, giving your no time to adjust until his was fucking you nice and deep

“more…” he motioned to the switchblade, having you peel off the layers of hardened wax from his skin before replacing them with small, bloody nicks and cuts across his chest

“fuck yes baby…feels so fuckin’ good”

he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, his teeth hungrily nipping at your bottom lip for access.

your belly swirling with need for release the longer he bounced you on his cock

his blood beginning to smear against your breasts

the supple mound littered with splotches of blood, an almost burgundy wine colour that complementled your skin tone perfectly

“you gonna cum for me, pretty thing? i can feel you squeezing me”

he threw his head back with a moan, revelling in the pleasure of your cunt, and the glorious handiwork provided by the switchblade

his skin burned with delight, flushed with warmth and bloody redness.

his cock swelled, needy for release, with each desperate twitch inside your tight walls

you nodded feverishly at his question, feeling him stuff you to the brim, your cunt griping his cock with an almost lethal effect

no warning was given, he didn’t need one to know when you end was nearing,

he could simply feel the increment pulses of your cunt getting quicker by the second before eventually spilling over

your juices gushed down his shaft, soaking his thighs as you pulsed around him

“good girl,” he hummed with a hiss, the switchblade having knicked him by the crook of his neck and shoulder

his seed filling you with imminent desire

leaving you dripping, full of his warmth

as the both of you settled, your highs subsiding, he held you close, the small breaks in his skin stung, similar to that of paper cuts

you felt horrible for having inflicted them, yet a sense of pride knowing that he enjoyed being adorned in your handiwork

he took the blade from your hand, setting it beside him on the bed, looping himself through your arms, you’re wrists still bound by the cuffs

your bodies still so closely intertwined

“you’re too good for me sweetheart”

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