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CLAUDE!!

Claude…

claude….. hear me out!

Hear me out… Tiefer/Jehan —iirc you called it “normal!AU”— where everything is consensual fantasy (how would this even be categorized? Does it being kinky fantasy technically just make it Vanilla!AU?)

ANYWAY ANYWAY—-

Vanilla!AU where Jehan actively dislikes inflicting pain onto Tiefer, so as a way to flip it on him, if Jehan breaks rules he has to hurt Tiefer instead of Tiefer hurting him! Imagine how squeamish! How uncomfortable! Tief obviously loves it bc he’s a pain slut, but to see how much Jehan HATES it?? Even better.

Oh NOOOOOO I love this idea thank you @hauntedhoneymoonmotel oh my god the decadence and oops my hand sLIPPED

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"Cut me."

Tiefer has a knife in one hand, handle facing Jehan, blade facing himself, while his other is outstretched, sleeve rolled up. His forearms are covered in faded scars, none of them from Jehan. Yet.

"Emi--"

"You knew what would happen."

"You cannot be serious--"

"Boy, did you think I was joking?"

Jehan takes the knife from him with a huff that sounds like "no sir". Tiefer had told him next time he fucked up the punishment would hurt himself more than it hurt him.

Jehan doesn't look him in the eyes. The handle feels too heavy and awkward in his grip. He takes longer than he knows Tiefer likes waiting to take him by the wrist, even longer to bring the knife to his skin. He doesn't press the blade down. The faster he does it the faster his punishment is over--he knows this and also knows he risks upsetting Tiefer by making him wait, yet...

"What if I fuck up?"

Tiefer's hand finds the back of Jehan's neck, cupping around it and pressing, a gentle weight, his nails lightly scraping his skin. "Go across. It'll be fine."

Jehan does as he's told, slowly, hands shaking slightly as all the blood in his body feels as if it's pounding in his ears. What if he hurt him? What if he killed him? Was he doing it wrong? He did, didn't he--he did it wrong and now Tiefer was hurt and now Tiefer was going to die and and and--

"Good boy. There you go."

There's blood trickling down his forearms and dripping on the cracked kitchen tiles and Jehan thinks for a brief instant he might faint but Tiefer is stroking the back of his neck and telling him he can hand him the knife back, now, and, "see, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Jehan looks him in the eyes. He shakes his head. The knife is wiped on an old rag and put on the kitchen table beside him. The blood is still dripping onto the tile.

"Kiss it better?" It's an order hidden under the soft sigh.

He does, immediately, pressing his lips against Tiefer's cut forearm, grimacing at the taste of blood.

"Ah-ah. With your tongue. Since you want to lick a fucking gash so badly..."

"But..." It will sting.

Tumblr safe version, full on bluesky

wouldn't we all like Miss Annemarie Tiefer to [redacted] us 💦

Playing with some riso brushes. Trying to get back to drawing and find what works.

pretty sure this was a prompt from @idalwaves with the theme of vicarphilia/getting off vicariously. anyway found a half-finished thing so I finished it. Annemarie/Jehan, afterlife AU, Jehan's a little messed up...

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"You know," Annemarie says idly, chin resting on Jehan's bare shoulder as he leans against her, propped against pillows, "when Em was little, I used to hold him in my lap like this."

"Naked in bed with your hand between his legs?"

"Nah. Well. That came after." She giggles. "So did he."

Jehan groans in response: a roll of his eyes and soft ugh that quickly turns into a gasp as Annemarie presses her nail against his slit.

"Only time he never complained. The holding part. This,"—she pumps Jehan's cock, once, twice—"God he'd bitch. But his little cock would get sooooo fuckin' big an' hard, you know?" She pauses, her hand still jerking him off. "Oh. Right." A sneer. "Of course you'd know."

"Anne—"

"Oh don't you start bitchin' too. I'm right an' you know it: he has a nice cock. God you have no idea how happy I was when puberty really fixed him up—made him tent his drawers at the drop of a hat too. One time I woke up to his cock digging into my back while he was out cold. I ever tell you 'bout that?"

"No..."

"Mm.” She twists her fist ‘round the head of his cock, watching his thighs tense to keep from thrusting back up into her hand. “But suddenly I’m the bitch for fucking him, like he wasn’t just humping my spine. What a lying little brat."

“Anne, I—”

“Any time we fucked though he'd always beg me to let him cum—fucking adorable, really—yeah, yeah, I know you only knew him as a geezer but honey he was so cute...and the little sounds he’d make…fuck…"

"I’d really rather not hear about how cute the man who raped me was when he was little, thanks.” Jehan hopes that his request comes out something approaching authoritative, but considering it was more or less one singular shaky breath, he isn’t entirely shocked to feel Annemarie’s warm breath on his cheek as she laughs.

“Why not?” Her lips graze his ear. “Does it turn you on?”

“No!”

“Your cock twitched.” 

“...that doesn’t mean anything—you’re touching me!

“So? Stop me, then. ” She snakes her free hand around his chest, holding him tight to her as her other hand pumps his cock faster. “Betcha won’t, though. Betcha like me talkin’ ‘bout him and touchin’ you. Betcha you’d’ve loved to fuck him when he was half your age, too, wouldn’t you?” 

The no didn’t quite make it past Jehan’s lips.

“You would. It’s okay. He looked like an angel. All babyfaced and skin’n’bones…hair splayed out like a halo…ready to take anything you give him…”

Jehan groans. It’s a heady thought. Arousal. Revenge. Morbid curiosity even. Disgust somewhere in the back of his mind, sure, but terribly drowned out.

“You wanna give him your cock, baby?”

He can feel the warmth of her cunt against his backside as she strokes him, faster and faster, legs spread around him, and as much as he likes being inside of her…

“Wanna push your big, hard cock inside his tight little hole?”

He does.

“Wanna fuck his brains out?”

He does.

“Wanna fill him up with your cum?”

Oh God, he does.

“Please…”

“Stop?”

“More.”

She nips his ear and strokes him faster, all the while telling him in a soft, low voice how beautiful her brother was, how good her brother was, as she raped him, until finally Jehan comes, spilling all over her hand and his thighs. She laughs and wipes her hand off on his stomach before shoving him out of her lap.