*bursting into your inbox, breathing heavily and sweating as if I’ve Forrest-Gumped my way here*
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.
Which was the point: to hurt him.