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Ruthless | Escell mirun x gn!reader

a/n: hello escell fuckers, yeah I’m talking about you and I. It took me a long time to drop this but here it is. No beta, no proofreading because I have a huge dick.

My requests are open once again so roll in.

Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated please help a bitch out!

warnings: okay so lots of degradation, humiliation, mentions of uh semen (?), lots of “screw you”s and “screw me”s, mutual masturbation I guess (?), edging just some unstable nsfw shit I wouldn’t don’t know.

“I’m fucked or dead.” Preferably both.

Your pulse matched with the ticking sound of the clock on the wall. Standing still on the doorstep of his office as you internally force yourself to step forward and enter but nevertheless couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You weren't afraid of him; rather, you were afraid of how he would act today. It’s mostly because it's impossible place your finger on what sort of behavior or attitude he would portray in a situation like this. You weren’t the one to go against the rules or disobey commands without a cause or justification. Even if you had your own intentions this time, you knew that it was unlikely for him to understand where you stand.

You had no choice but to do it, so why should there be more to it? You are not supposed to explain to him that any danger that may have arisen as a result of your irresponsible but necessary actions could only harm you and no one else.

You raise your fist in order to knock but you couldn’t. Despite all, your hand stayed in the same position and right when it was about to caress the wooden door it flew open.

“Felix.”

Without needing any further explanations that you noticed that you chose the most absurd time to show up ever. According to Felix's angry expression, Escell has already had his daily fill of things that irritate him.

“Goodluck with whatever news you are about to deliver. Even though I would skip him for today if I were you.”

Luck is not going to save your ass. Fear will not either. Deciding to get the matters in your own hands and finish it once for all you peek your head through the small gap that Felix has left open through the door.

His white knuckles gripping the book in front of him already displayed his tense atmosphere enough to give you an idea of how he currently felt. it was better if he heard it from you than anyone else. As you pushed the door open, the creaking sound filled the room.

Escell's eyes never left the pages in front of him, and his complete lack of awareness of your presence offered you with some sort of comfort.

But the more time passed the more you started to believe that he hadn’t noticed you at all. Thinking that this was your chance to take back all of your effort, move back and leave the room.

“You are a lot of things but coward is not one of them if I recall correctly. Speak.”

You lowered your head, allowing your gaze fall to your hands. As you tried to put together the words to say, a wave of doubt washed over you. He's not going to like what you're about to say, and the last thing you want is for him is to snitch to the council and have you punished for your acts, which, let's face it, he would.

“Promise me that this is going to stay between us.”

Your words were now worthy of his attention, he slowly locked his eyes with yours as he placed his pen onto its holder. It was foreign for him to see you stumble around your thoughts and words this much. It was clear that you were hiding something.

Secrets aren’t well appreciated in a relationship that was solely based on trust and absolute loyalty.

“Finish what you started.”

You have to admit that calculating the consequences of being honest right in front of death's door was a poor choice.

Whilst the slight possibility of you making it out alive seemed to encourage you, the blank emotion lacking look on his face kept you on your toes.

“I know this was very irrational of me-“

“I want to hear what you have to say, not the excuses you are trying to make.”

Having accepted your fate you turned around to check out the books on the bookshelf. After a small pause, you took out a blood spell book and caressed the back of it in your hands.

“I used my own blood to summon the unknown.”

Silence left its place to his laughter. Escell wasn’t a very humorous man, but what you just said was something to laugh about.

That’s until you raise your hand and allow the sleeve of your coat to slide down to your elbow.

The antique symbolism and alphabet letters scattered on your, now, scarred skin matched his dark irises. You wouldn’t know because you wouldn’t dare turning around to see his reaction.

You didn’t have to. The room temperature dropped, the books that you previously were eyeing started to tremble. Some fell on your feet. If you didn’t know better, you would say it was on purpose.

You chose to turn around after being caught off guard by his lack of responsiveness.

First, you heard the lock on the door turn autonomously, then the echoing pain in the back of your head that rode in waves, urged you to shut your eyes tightly.

The erratic breathing against the shell of your ear tickled your senses.

The hand wrapped around your wrist loosened, opening your palm to observe the long line dragged across your pinkie towards your thumb.

“What were you thinking ?”

Yet his touch was the exact opposite. Soft and gentle, tending the scar with care. Trying to cure it with a simple healer spell but failing miserably.

Unbeknownst to you, he was proud of your accomplishment. Doing something that is insanely careless and taking a risk that he himself wouldn’t have the guts to do was, in fact, quite baffling.

“My apologies. It was foolish of me to assume that you were ‘thinking’ in the first place.”

You huffed and diverted your gaze towards the polished floor beneath your feet.

“I made it out alive didn’t I ? Why do you care anyways ?”

The moment you finished your sentence, a pair of cold hands found your neck, his fingertips pressing onto both sides felt delightful yet had you struggling to catch your breath.

His eyes found yours the low grunt at the back of his throat saved you from drowning in the look of desperation that your reflection in his eyes revealed.

“When you speak to me”

His grip tightened so did yours holding on for dear life.

“You look me in the eye.”

It sent tremors down your spine, whether it’s the fear of his actions or the excitement that they caused in your body. His violent comeback could’ve stopped your breathing, but it can never stop the need to push your luck.

You slowly released your grip on the hands that surrounded your throat and let one of them fall on his chest and the other slowly sneak around the back of his head and dip in his long locks, harshly pulling them back.

The action caused both of you to moan at the same time. The game of cat and mouse turned into a game of push and pull. Your feelings, on the other hand, were stumbling on nothing but a basic game of hide and seek.

Yet it wasn’t enough to faze Escell. If you want to surprise him or beat him in his own game, you need to pull harder than he does.

He released his grip from your throat and held you by your chin, urging your head upwards, forcing you look on his own.

Just when you use this moment to your advantage and desperately fill your lungs with as much air as you possibly could, Escell places his left hand back on your neck, easily embracing it whole. His thumb rubbed right between the space between the tender muscle and the jugular vein.

“Why should I care ?” He repeated mockingly.

He threw his head back, his lips that had previously stayed in a thin line now slowly stretched on the sides of his cheeks.

Realization dawned upon him as he realized that you were not struggling to get out of this grip right from the start. It was almost like you were enjoying his so called torture.

"You are talking a bit too comfortably for someone who’s got their life hanging on my fingertips. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you are enjoying this."

In the span of several seconds, you found yourself on your knees facing his irritably perfect dress pants.

Now you tell me who the fuck would sit in a specific position just so that their pants wouldn’t crease ?

The rational response preferably would be no one.

But is anything rational with him ?

It wasn’t a rational nor professional to have his hand up on your thigh during meetings. His fingers working in a specific rhythm each time his focus was on anywhere but you, even though his touch seemed to be permanently staying in contact with yours.

It wasn’t rational nor professional for him to send you hand written letters that he never forgot to seal with his scent all over, in envelopes that were always tied with a red thread.

“I believe it’s fair to assume that your negligence either flourishes from your desire to drive me insane or out of pure stupidity.”

In normal circumstances, you would fight back or definitely defend yourself, but this time, knowing that you were already deep down in this shithole that you created by yourself for yourself, you decided to keep your mouth shut.

“I denied you from doing it, more so I prohibited you not to.”

You were not going to let him be the only want to play dirty, so you decided to play safe. You placed your hand on his thigh, dragging it upwards towards his apparent arousal, but one thing you failed to notice was the fact that he not only knew you well, but also he was quicker than you are.

He wrapped his hand around your waist pulled you up, and placed you face down on his desk in just a matter of seconds.

Then you found him right beside your head, his hips meeting your own and disrupting any stream of thought you had at that moment.

“I can deny a lot more you know ?”

“Come again-“

Your words were interrupted by two sudden delicate fingers abusing your mouth.

The other hand, had both of your hands at your back restricting them from moving. His hips didn’t stay still for long as they slowly rocked onto yours, creating uncomfortable yet addictive friction. The bittersweet pleasure was nothing but teasing in his eyes. You wouldn’t expect anything less from a man with extreme self-control.

“Will you do whatever you please or will you be the obedient little slut you are ?”

Since when did his vocabulary become this vulgar ? You are definitely not the one to refuse because each sentence brought a tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach.

You wanted more, so you were going to get more out of him. It was dangerous, but it was worth trying. The lack of fingers that stopped prodding your slick muscle, allowed you to move on with your plan.

“Well, if it gets you to please me like this, then I will do whatever the fuck I please.”

Your remarks were confident, but the way your hips pressed up against his and the way you squirmed against his grip, revealed a different story.

Escell laughed audibly for the first time in a while. It was hard to notice if it was out of anger or pure enjoyment, but it was condescending nevertheless.

He did not leave enough time for you to wonder where his fingers slick with your spit went off.

You yelped with surprise once you felt the slippery long fingers grazing your sex.

“How foolish of me to assume that you would somehow take it upon yourself to behave. I guess I have to teach you how hm ?”

It was nearly impossible to debate on that because you knew that you were not going to behave and that drove him crazy.

He focused on setting you free from your clothes. Peeling each article with dedication and making a mess out of this office that is usually extremely organized and spotless.

He was only getting started with the mess he was about to make, the one you were about to help.

You couldn’t decide what was the source that was making you feel this cold. Maybe it was his gaze, or maybe it was just the room itself.

It was even worse when the sharp object chasing down your spine was even colder than both of those things.

“What is that ?”

Escell moved his full glass of wine to the table where it was close to your hips. Then he tipped down the glass so that the red substance spilled over the empty ink pot. He then dipped the sharp tip of his ink pen in the pot, collecting the remainings of the expensive liquid.

“Why should you care anyway ?”

He let the cold wine drip from the silver tip of the pen onto your spine. He dragged a long line starting right by the middle of your shoulder blades, going down right above your hips, urging you to hiss in pain, pressing your cheek further onto the table and closing your eyes tightly shut.

You couldn’t see what he was doing and that altered your senses. The pain was prominent, but it also sent shivers all over your body. Your nerves contorted uncontrollably. His movements with the mere pen had you squirming left and right.

What you were taking part in was so wrong, but felt so right.

Escell wasn’t a stranger to all of whatever was happening because he remembers being sprawled out in his bed fantasizing about all of this going down.

As the pen inched lower on your back, you felt a drop of fluid run down your bare thigh. Right when it was halfway down, you felt his tongue going in the exact opposite direction that the drop was following.

Accumulating the tangy flavor on the tip of his tongue, he let out a breathy laugh. Observing how your legs tremble upon his ministrations.

“Is that all it takes ?”

Nothing got on your nerves more than hearing that stupidly attractive voice of his making fun of your desperation. This was more than a daily occurrence though it started from the morning with a simple hello lasted until you had the chance to run away to your room.

The last thing you would expect after doing that crazy experiment will be finding yourself bent over his precious desk, or was it.

Escell was not planning to have you learn your lesson this way, but you left him with no other choice after that smart mouth of yours and know it all behavior. He wasn’t going to be satisfied with just reporting you to the council and dealing with all of this in a diplomatic way.

Also it was definitely more fun this way than just a bunch of documents about the prohibition of the use of magic. You wouldn’t blame him though, because you definitely were enjoying this more than he did.

He knew that you were impatient when it came to him, so he was definitely going to be patient when it came to you. This way, he knew exactly how to drive you out of your goddamn mind.

He wasn’t just doing a sensory play with that ink pen. The wine that he used for ink and the way the pen moved on your spine made you realize that he was writing and drawing certain symbols on your back that you had not the slightest idea of what they consisted of.

Even though all this feuding and competition throughout the years seemed to harm your relationship in others' eyes, it definitely strengthened the bond between you two because this was your love language. It’s irrational to expect people to understand certain things that they do not experience.

Looking back, you thought that the tension was caused by both of your ambitions, but now seeing the way you stand on the ground you make your moves from it’s obvious that all the sexual tension piled up, bringing his glass of self-control to the brim. Your reckless actions made him angry, but more frustrated because of his protective nature and your challenging persona.

Finishing up his final touches, he set the pen down right beside your head, the last bits of wine on the tip spilling right in front of your eyes, some of it touching your nose. Excited to see what he would come up with next, you closed your eyes, sealing them tightly.

Out of blue, his hands and touch left your body completely. You knew that he had something coming up, so you decided to keep still and stay in your place.

The scratching sound of the desk chair moving back on the wooden floor filled your ears. You decided to follow the source of the sound. Your cheek left its contact with the desk and, with the help of your palms, you pushed your body up just enough to raise your head and look up straight. Your eyes met with Escell’s chest.

Escell made himself comfortable on the chair, spreading his thighs and slowly rutting himself up against his hand right in front of your face like a fucking joke.

If the phrase "my mouth is watering" could be specifically used in only one situation, it would be this one. Not only did your jaw go slack the spit pooling in your mouth was about to drip as soon as you opened that mouth of yours.

You wanted to touch him, so you reached out. At least you tried before realizing that your hands were bound to the table by your one and only, using one of the cheapest tricks in the book.

“I warned you about the subjects that you shouldn’t meddle about yet you have therefore I’ll have to punish you this way so that you can get that through your thick skull that my word is your law.”

If you haven’t second-guessed your choices about doing that sketchy magic with no permission, you are definitely doubting yourself now. It hurt you physically to stay in place while he unraveled right in front of your eyes.

His eyes never left yours as he slowly let his pants loose, letting them slide down his thighs and pool around his feet. He was torturing you by not allowing you to touch him, but he was also agonizingly slow with his movements and it was almost as if he was torturing himself and getting off to it.

He has never done anything without a purpose. It seems like the invisible ties that held you down by your wrist proved him right.

Escell let out a hushed moan as he slowly ran his hand down his length. Smearing all the lewd juices that ran down its tip, not finding it slippery enough, he spat on his hand all while focusing on the helpless mage on his desk.

After hearing your whimpers of frustration, he slowly hushed you, placing his unoccupied hand under his jaw and leaning onto the armrest of his chair, all while picking up his pace.

“There is nothing you love more than pushing my fucking buttons is there ?”

A new kind of smile stretched on his face as he engulfed his bottom lip between his teeth. Your eyes went back-and-forth between his face and his shaft.

“I would say feeling you inside of me but at this pace we’ll never know.”

As if not being able to do anything about your growing arousal wasn’t bad enough, the way your agony entertained him wasn’t making you feel any better about this whole ordeal.

You could see that he had gotten close to his release, his smug expression twitching, unable to help himself.

You smile to yourself knowingly, even though the odds were against you. At the end of it all, the thing that was getting him off was you.

You are helpless but oh boy was he hopeless.

“Now tell me, how far disobeying me has gotten you ?”

His question cut through your thoughts. His movements stopped abruptly. He moved his hips forward on the chair leaning way backwards trying to conceal the tension in his shoulders as he spread his legs further.

The friction between the chair and his ponytail knocked the hairband away, letting his locks completely loose. The strands that shadowed his eyes were now damp with sweat coating his forehand.

“It has gotten me naked on your desk so I’d say that’s pretty far.”

His response was unexpected as he let out the most sincere laughter you’ve ever seen, throwing his head back.

“So you say.” He sucked in a breath focusing his eyes on his shaft as he laughed once again.

“Look at how hard your mess has gotten me.”

As hungry as you were, it was your duty to hold back your desires, knowing that all he wanted you to do was to unleash your undying thirst. No you were not weak enough to give into this. You knew him way too well to give him what he wants.

"Escell." His name slipped from your lips, calling out for his attention that had never left you in the first place.

What intrigued him was your tone, which was quite serious regarding the situation that you both were in.

You slowly tilt your head to the side, pointing it towards the table clock that was facing towards him.

“What time is it ? You see, I have a matters to attend tonight and not enough time to waste on watching you pleasure yourself.”

Disinterest was all you needed to pull the safety pin of the ticking bomb standing inches ahead of you.

He slowly got up from his seat, leaving your sight empty and your surroundings engulfed by the silence of his footsteps.

Then you felt the breeze of his presence at the back of your body, feeling his warmth as he got closer.

Finally, he pressed his chest against your naked back, nesting his head in the crook of your neck as he reached out to grab the said clock, only to turn it around and place it right in front of your face.

“You see, it is time for you to shut the fuck up.”

So unexpectedly, his command was obeyed just because he knew that he would expect you to do otherwise, but, as previously mentioned, you were not going to give into his desires easily, even though your hands were tied literally.

As lovely as your submission seemed, his patience didn’t last as he wasted no time in snapping his hips against your own.

“I know you want to say it. Come on spit it out.”

You turned your head to the side looking at his dimly lit figure from the back of your shoulder, smirking to yourself.

“Open that mouth of yours and I will,” you end your sentence with a chuckle.

You felt the turbulence in the stability of the magic that surrounded your limbs, holding you in your place, witnessing the true effect of your words throughout his actions. You weren’t going to fold this time, you had to go all in.

“Master.”

The final ignite of your words sparked the fervor within him. Your walls surrounded him tightly urging both of you to hiss with the waves of pain and pleasure.

“What a pity. Now we’ll never know if you are late or not.”

The force of his thrusts sent the clock down to the floor. You knew that it wouldn’t matter anyways. He was about to fuck you out of your mind for a dinner that has never existed in the first place.

“We wouldn’t want you to be cum drunk before you can reach the wine at the dinner table would we ?”

One of his hands held your hips, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh. His nails left crescent marks, unlike the full moon of the night. The other found its way to the back of your head. His fingertips threaded through your hair. You opened your mouth in order to protest his slowed yet steady movements, though what slipped from your tongue was nothing more than a whimper.

“You know better to not ask for favors at the moment of your punishment. Fuck yourself on me if its release that you are seeking.”

So you did.

The only thing was, the more you slid yourself back, the more he pulled himself away.

“This is getting boring just fuck me already.”

The invisible tie around your wrists abruptly became undone. Surprised, the instant you decided to turn around to see what was up with your own eyes, your chest slammed back against the table with the force of his thrust.

As you reached your high, the sound of your moans got higher. Your hands without bounds clawed against the edge to hold yourself up.

Then everything stopped.

“You look so enchanting when you are this close to snap, or even better when you are this close to become undone.” His tone, sickingly sweet, his words bitter like venom.

You hit your fist against the table and groaned loudly.

“Fuck you Escell.”

He opened his arms wide, taking a couple steps back and letting his back fall against the chair, patting his lap to invite you close. Resting his elbow on the armrest, he snuggled his jaw inside his palm, giving you once again a familiar image accompanied by the most innocent smile you could possibly imagine.

“Do your worst.”

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lvnatiq · 4 years ago

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I’m reblogging cuz y’all don’t wanna get felix tattooed on your forehead and that’s disrespectful.

Modern!au Felix Escellun x tattoo artist!gn!reader | Headcanons

a/n: Hey!!! I’m back at it again with my beautifully fucked up request fill. I’m still working on three other things, while I make you wait I took it upon myself to not starve this fandom. So here you have it. Please reblog or comment so that I have a crumb of motivation to keep up.

Should I do a smutty pt. 2 ? Who knows lmao.

Your hand slipped through the pile of designs that your colleague (and your close friend) had sent you to choose and pick apart from.

Unfortunately you were spending the night at the beautiful library of your uni, trying to balance off your school work with your actual work.

You didn’t mind spending your time under the faint scent of books and the mere sound of wood beneath you feet, but what you ‘do’ mind is the fact that the library is way colder than you thought it would be after the midnight.

Good thing that the yearning for finishing your work and leaving as soon as possible made it easier to concentrate on the task at hand.

It also made it easier for you to not notice the presence of an unexpected company.

That was until you felt the warm floral yet musky scent invade your senses as you felt the weight of cotton drape around your shoulders.

You slowly turn your head towards the owner of the coat who’s already making their way out. Desperately trying to find a way to make them stop but failing to raise your voice because of the circumstances.

The last picture of the person buried in your head was their hair caressed by the wind and their quick steps.

Fast forward to a week later, going completely out of luck with finding a place to stay you decide to ask help from your friend whom interestingly has a lot to offer.

With things going a lot smoother than you expected you stopped by the tattoo shop to finish your appointments with couple of customers before you left to meet up with your possible candidate.

“Don’t bother I’ll just call him here so you could talk comfortably.”

Your work seemed to take a lot longer than usual. So you kindly accepted your friends offer as you wrapped up the leftover stuff, finishing up the last customer.

“Hey, oh-“

The sight of your guest tickled your memories as you kept glaring at the glorious figure in front of you.

Felix, completely avoiding eye contact, placed the fallen hair strand behind his ear as he kept his eyes on the table of the tattoo equipments.

You quickly got up as you grabbed his coat from the hanger and walked back where you left him.

“Thank you for the coat, you really saved me back there.”

“Oh- no problem.”

That day you two chatted and melted the ice in between. Deciding to rent the close by apartment and start your roommate era.

Your friend smiled to themselves knowing all too well that felix was completely crazy about you.

Your encounter at the library wasn’t a coincidence either, well don’t think of him as a stalker now, he just dumped a couple of coins in the fountain wishing that you would be there that night. That’s all.

As you two moved in together you realized that there were a lot of things to be ‘caught off guard’ about him but you were most baffled by the tremendous amount of books felix owned.

“Hey Lover boy ! Would you mind recommending me some of them ?”

Felix blushes terribly and you love it so much that you constantly bother him in order to catch a glimpse of his flustered state.

Unbeknownst to you, the pile that felix left on the doorstep of your room was consisted of the books that he thought of you as he read.

Felix, abandoning his night owl habit, decided to fix his sleeping schedule for the better. Definitely not because he wanted to see you at morning before you got off to the work.

Insisting on offering you a ride on your way back home with his nice car.

Nearly every single day.

He knows that it may annoy you but he knows how much you are devoted to your responsibilities so he at least wants for you to save a bit of energy before you dive into the work.

Speaking of his nice car, it tickled your curiosity so you decided to check the price tag on the web and… well…

“Felix… you don’t so some sketchy illegal shit for a living right ?”

“It’s nearly impossible for me to work at the moment because of my studies. Why did you ask ?”

“Your car costs more than the apartment we are living in right now.”

With that, you discover that Felix’s father owns one of the most prominent chains of pharmaceutical companies and that he basically flee from his fathers mansion because he was pressuring Felix to take over his position in the future.

Being his puppet was not a thing to be tolerated in Felix’s book.

That being said, your domestic life with felix was pretty soft to say the least.

Cleaning together, cooking while talking about how your day went or getting to enjoy his expressions while he spilled his frustration against authors that didn’t affect him well.

Occasionally noticing the new cooking books appearing out of nowhere

and the delicious smell of food welcoming you after work, quite often than you expect.

Finally, more skinship.

One day whilst you two got through the gates of your apartment block you noticed the open doors of the elevator so instinctively you held Felix by the hand and ran into the mirrored box.

What you didn’t notice was the fact that you didn’t let go of his hand as you two went up.

From that day on Felix used every single opportunity to sneak his hand into yours.

Don’t blame him, it’s just that your hands are warm and the feeling of security that radiates from your fingertips is his medicine.

You absolutely avoided to tease or point it out to him because you knew that he would never do it again so you went with the flow.

You really enjoyed it though.

Snaking your arms around his waist while he is organizing the bookshelf. Feeling him shutter into your arms.

Nights became more and more enjoyable once he started to accompany you.

Everytime you caught him slacking on the sofa, you used his lap as a pillow.

Felix is extremely easy to figure out, mainly because he can’t hide anything.

Also, well

He is ticklish and you use his weakness against him, a lot.

Diving your fingers down to the sides of his tummy you started to tickle every possible sensitive spot you could catch on.

“Spit it out.”

“I-I wan’t you to- give me my first tattoo.”

Telling his words apart from his adorable giggles, needless to say you were ecstatic.

“Alright. What do I get in return ?”

“Name your price.”

You thoughtfully stared at the ceiling, humming as you blurted out your very obviously well thought out response.

“I want you to show me what keeps you up all night.”

You can’t be serious.

If you asked for an organ, he would’ve been more compliant.

You didn’t know what you got yourself into.

You basically asked for him to show you his ‘masterpieces’ that he showcases on AO3. Something that you were already well aware of.

“Deal ?”

“No !”

“Good ! Let’s see what you got.”

Felix anonymously contributed to the community by writing some of the most famous slow-burn stories on the web.

Just so you know, his author persona blew up thanks to the mind blowing, earth shattering smuts he wrote.

Yeah you heard that right

Smuts

Well he is fucking panicking now.

Nonetheless days kept on going as felix prayed each night to every single deity that you forgot your ‘deal’.

The days go on even if his worries don’t.

Did I say that Felix is a whimpering, whiny mess ? he struggles to stay in one position as the needle drags upon his skin.

“If you plan to keep on moving, I might as well strap you down felix. 5 more minutes and then we are done. Please behave.”

When you put it like that how can he refuse I mean you made things worse he is internally screaming at what you just said but he is not going to refuse a command when it’s given by you.

In exchange for giving him a tattoo you decide to let him give you one even though he’s inexperienced.

He’s terrified because he thinks that something would go wrong, his hand would slip or something and he would scratch that pretty skin of yours with a horrendous tattoo.

But you assured him nevertheless and offered him to draw something very minimal and easy. He accepted eventually.

As it turns out Felix is a natural. His hand is extremely steady and the tattoo turns out great.

Throughout the process he’s constantly asking if you’re hurt because he thinks that he’s doing something wrong but in fact he’s very delicate and gentle with the strokes and his touch.

You decide to be evil and use it against him. After you touch up your tattoo you lean in very closely and turn your cheek towards him.

“What are you doing ?” He stutters.

“I can’t possibly ask you to kiss my freshly made tattoo, so won’t you give me a kiss so that it heals faster.”

If his hands were steady before they weren’t now.

As soon as his lips left your cheek you held him by his wrist and pull him back close again so that you can lean in onto his ear.

“Don’t think that I’ve forgotten our deal. I am excited to see what you have in store for me tonight.” You winked.

Then the worst thing happened

The “tonight” came.

Felix was running in circles around the living room with one hand on his forehead wondering what could get worse after this.

Maybe you’ll be disgusted or scared hell if he knows.

He wanted to do nothing to harm your relationship in anyway because you and what you two have is all he ever wanted.

…and he believes that he has a tendency to ruin things.

But what happened was beyond his expectations.

Your eyes followed every single sentence throughout the screen, the white light traced your expressions as your eyebrows raised up and down and the corners of your lips inched closer to your ears. Your lower lip became a victim of your teeth’s assault.

He was so confused. Still waiting for you to lash out or make fun of him, at least.

“I used to think ‘what am I gonna do with you’ when it comes to you. Mostly out of frustration.”

Yet here you were with the laptop closed shut and your arms behind your head as you closed your eyes and groaned.

Slowly the smile plastered on your face grew.

”Now I know what to with you.”

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