#I've read a couple of these before and seen a /consensual/ note - so I thought it only fair to give mine one

[lulamadison]

So last night I had a drunk idea for a fanfic. It was miserable as hell, but I seemed very excited about it, judging by my tumblr posts 🤣

Today I found a text file named "Anti Lawrusso fic" on my phone, and it was filled with notes for this fic, so I decided to actually write it... (I am a huge Lawrusso fan, so this fic idea took me by surprise when I read it lol)

Sorry about any mistakes. I haven't even read this through, but I'll fix them tomorrow

I'm actually going to warn for dub-con on this one, even though everything is consensual.

Summary: Johnny will do anything to keep his kids safe, even if it means lying to Daniel.

I Was Made For Loving You

“I love you,” Daniel sighed as he tenderly brushed his fingers through the hair at Johnny's temple.

Daniel was laid on top of him, his weight pressing down, trapping Johnny's spent cock against his damp belly.

Johnny stared up at him, grateful that Daniel was was still with him.

He'd do anything to keep Daniel happy.

No matter what.

It was strange the way it started, Johnny thought.

Daniel had confessed his love in the dojo one day and it had taken him by surprise.

“I love you,” Daniel said, as he reached out and placed his hand on Johnny's arm. “And I know you feel the same way. I've seen how you look at me.”

Johnny took a step back, his mouth opening and closing, before he finally said, “You love me?”

Daniel's face fell, like a sudden and crushing realisation had just hit him, and Johnny couldn't figure out what the hell was going on.

“Oh my god,” Daniel said, as he closed his eyes

“What?” Johnny asked, his head still swimming in confusion.

Daniel looked down at the floor, his face flushing red, as he quietly said, “You don't feel the same way.”

“Wait,” Johnny said, holding up a hand. “You love me?”

“I need to go,” Daniel said, as he turned and started to walk away. He glanced back, over his shoulder and said, “I'm sorry. Just forget this happened.”

“Daniel!” Johnny shouted after him, as the door closed.

Johnny bought a six pack on the way home. He already had one in his refrigerator, but six beers wasn't going to cut it. He needed to get wasted tonight.

Three beers in, sat on his couch, and he still couldn't get it straight in his head.

LaRusso was in love with him.

They were good friends now, yeah, but love?

How the hell had that happened?

Johnny was just thankful every day that LaRusso seemed to have forgiven him for what went down between them back in high school, and he really valued the friendship that they had now. Daniel was someone he could rely on, and he didn't have many people like that in his life.

Sure, he was a loud mouth cocky little shit at heart, just like he'd been at 16, but he knew if he needed help, or simply just someone to grab a beer with on Friday night, Daniel would be there for him.

Apparently Daniel had seen their friendship as something more than that though.

“Shit,” Johnny said, as he sat upright.

Daniel had split with Amanda just a couple of months ago.

Had Daniel left his wife for him? Had LaRusso blown apart his own marriage, only for Johnny to shoot him down in flames?

Daniel wouldn't have done that surely, not without finding out if Johnny felt the same way?

“And I know you feel the same way. I've seen how you look at me.”

That's what Daniel had said, just after his big confession.

“Fuck,” Johnny whispered to himself.

He went to the refrigerator and took out the second six pack.

He really should have bought more beer.

Daniel didn't come to class for the next week.

“He hasn't been answering many of my messages. I think he's sick,” Sam said with a frown, when Johnny asked her where her dad was. “I haven't seen him much to be honest. Since he and my mom split he hasn't been the same.”

“OK, well if you talk to him will you tell him I was asking after him?” Johnny said.

Sam shrugged, she turned away, and over her shoulder she bitterly said, “Tell him yourself. You probably see him more often than I do.”

After class Johnny stopped off at the Mini Mart for more beer.

There was something in Sam's reply that filled him with dread. Did she know her dad was in love with him? Did she know that Daniel torpedoed his own life for a guy who didn't have a clue how he felt?

Johnny picked up his beer and took it to the register, then said, “I need a bottle of Whiskey too.”

The guy placed the bottle on the counter and rang it up, barely looking up as Johnny handed over the cash.

Johnny grabbed the bottle and headed out of the door, walking quickly across the lot towards the van.

As he rounded the corner, pulling his keys out, he came face to face with John Kreese, and dropped the bottle of Whiskey.

“Fuck!” Johnny shouted as the bottle hit the ground and shattered.

“It's for the best,” Kreese said. “You drink too much.”

“What the hell, man?” Johnny asked, staring at him. “What are you doing here? The cops will be looking for you.”

Kreese shrugged. “I'm sure they have more pressing matters than searching for an old man.”

“I'm going to call them, you know?” Johnny said, as he jabbed a finger into Kreese's chest. “You need to be rotting in a cell.”

“I came with a warning,” Kreese said, his face growing dark.

“Oh yeah? What's that?” Johnny asked. “You gonna try something?”

“Terry is getting out of jail tomorrow,” Kreese said. “And I know that he has his sights set on your boy.”

“What?” Johnny gasped. “How is he getting out of jail after what he did?”

“Money will buy you a lot of freedom,” Kreese said.

“Why the hell is taking his shit out on Robby?” Johnny asked. “He should be coming after me or LaRusso.”

“He's not really interested in Robby,” Kreese said. “Taking Robby away from you is your punishment for your part in his downfall, especially now the boy is without a Sensei.”

“What the hell's that supposed to mean?” Johnny asked, taking a step forward. “Robby is my student.”

“No,” Kreese said. “LaRusso is his Sensei and with him in the wind, Robby will be easy to poach.”

Johnny stiffened. “What do you know about LaRusso?”

“I know you've had a falling out and he's no longer on the scene,” Kreese said. “It's a shame because he was really the only thing keeping Terry away, now he knows how to beat him.”

“Daniel?” Johnny asked. “Silver is scared of him?”

“As close to fear as someone like him can feel,” Kreese said with a shrug. “And without LaRusso it's open season on you and your students.”

“You're lying,” Johnny said angrily.

“Am I?” Kreese said, raising and eyebrow. He turned and began to walk away, then turned back and said, “I guess time will tell.”

“Shit,” Johnny said, as he paced his living room.

The kids were in danger. Robby was in danger, because Johnny had scared away the one person who was keeping him at bay.

He had to do something. He had to bring Daniel back.

He couldn't do this without him. He couldn't imagine a world where Miyagi-Do didn't win, and he couldn't do it without Daniel.

He knew what he had to do.

Johnny sat in his car outside LaRusso's new place, downing the last of his Whiskey. He'd drank the small bottle while sitting nervously, trying to get the courage to knock on the door.

His head was swimming with the alcohol, blotting out his thoughts.

He had to do this.

He dropped the empty bottle into the footwell, then climbed out of the car.

He walked down the path and rang the doorbell, praying that Daniel would answer.

The door opened.

“Come to watch me embarrass myself again?” Daniel slurred, holding a bottle of beer in his hand.

“No,” Johnny said as he took a step inside and closed the door after himself.

“So what are you doing here?” Daniel asked, swaying on his feet.

Johnny took a deep breath, then he reached out and grabbed Daniel, as he said, “I came for this.”

He pushed Daniel against the wall and kissed him, pressing his tongue past his lips and into his mouth.

If Johnny kept his eyes closed it was no different to kissing a chick, he reasoned. As long as he ignored the scratch of stubble against his chin.

Daniel groaned into his mouth, raising his hands and threading his fingers through Johnny's hair as he pulled him closer and kissed him hungrily.

Daniel stopped, squirming away, and putting a hand on Johnny's chest, pushing him away.

“No,” Daniel said. “You don't love me.”

“You took me by surprise,” Johnny said, as he reached out and gripped the front of Daniel's shirt, pulling him closer.

“Bullshit,” Daniel said. “I thought you felt the same way, but you acted like you'd never thought about me like that ever.”

“I'd been ignoring my own feelings for so long I'd gotten used to denying them,” Johnny said desperately. “That's why I acted like that.”

“You really do love me?” Daniel asked, his eyes lighting up.

“Yeah,” Johnny said. “I do.”

Six months.

They'd been together six months now.

Daniel didn't seem to notice or care that Johnny was drunk every time they had sex.

It was what he had to do to get through it.

The fact was that Johnny wasn't gay. He didn't find men attractive. He didn't find Daniel attractive, but a man's hand on his dick was still a hand on his dick, so it looked like he enjoyed the sex at least.

The first time Daniel suggested they try anal Johnny knew he wouldn't be able to get it up, so he let Daniel do him.

It felt strange and awful, but he still came.

The rest of the time, it was just like before. They were like two best friends who just happened to live together and sleep together.

Johnny could still count on Daniel to be there when he needed him. They still taught classes together. They still had a drink on Friday night's and watched movies together, just like before.

It was worth it to keep Terry Silver away, Johnny thought.

“I love you,” Daniel breathed again, his fingers still tenderly brushing the hair at Johnny's temple.

Johnny looked up at him, seeing Daniel's eyes so full of love and care.

It was worth it.

It was worth it to keep Daniel happy and the kids safe.

It was worth it to keep Robby safe.

“I love you too,” Johnny lied.

[just-a-shark333]

decided to listen to the album giornos stand was named after for fun and took notes the while time so you guys get them now!!

First song

P. Control

- slow start

- not great at first but grew on me

- pretty ok

Second song

Endorphinmachine

-pretty good

-not many other thoughts

Third song

Shhh

- sounds like something straight off of a sex Playlist

- this is 7 minutes long??????? Tf???

- he's just singing about sex???

- not that bad but not very good

- fake buildup >:[

- it's growing on me....

- It's kinda pretty good....

- ooo around 4:38 is cool

- and around 6 minutes in is cool too

- the whispering is cool

- still sounds like something off of a sex Playlist tho

Fourth song

We march- sounds cool

- I like it

- repetitive at start but pretty cool- idk, pretty ok, pretty cool

-got distracted reading and kinda stopped listening

Fith song

The most beautiful girl in the world

- ooo romantic, nice

- gives off sex Playlist vibes but not as much as #3

- I feel like this should be playing over a romantic date montage in a movie my parents made me watch

- got kinda distracted by what I'm reading to take notes for a while

Sixth song

Dolphin

- (pre listening) I like Dolphins so this better be good

- not bad so far

- reminds me of the weird cartoons I watched as a kid and I have no clue why

- not bad, not great

Seventh song

Now

- I like the intro from the operator thing

- sounds..interesting.. kinda cool

- idk I'm running out of things to say

- I like it, it's cool, not super great but definitely not bad

- I like the screaming

- sounds like something my mom would tell me she listened to when she was young

Eighth song

319

- ooo cool start

- overall pretty good

- I'm tired but I'm determined to finish this album tonight

- lesbians mentioned????

Ninth song

Shy

- oo an intro

- I like the extra sounds and stuff

- very good already

- really like this

- again, sounds like something my mom would blast in the kitchen in the middle of the night

- oh, murder, nice

- it's hard to tell if the story in the song is...like..consensual

- still a good song tho

Tenth song

Billy jack bitch

- oooo

- I like it, a lot so far

- the voice in the back sounds like a goat to me

- very hard to imagine Giorno listening to this but still great

- might be my favorite so far tbh

Eleventh song

Eye hate u

- sounds.... interesting...

- sex Playlist vibes again

- this feels like something my Ex-girlfriend would play and, like, stare into my eyes the whole time

- oh court is now in session!!

- Billy jack bitch mention?!??

- they're in court now, ok

- oh bondage, kinky

Last song

Gold

- sounds like what you'd imagine from a song called gold idk

- I feel like someone out there gets emotional to this song

- I would've loved this in like, 2018- it's ok ig

- i think I've seen this song quoted on shirts before?

OH WAIT NO tHIS IS THAT LINE FROM WhATSTHESONG?? YOU KNOW THE ONE

- is he just saying the same line for 5 minutes straight??

- yeah...he really did, wow

Overall thoughts

- pretty cool

- a couple made it onto my Playlist

- I'm tired as fuck now

-solid 6.5/10

[lewis-winters]

I was reading your Orpheus and Eurydice AUs for the BoB ship again and I was thinking, ya know, the only popular couple who can succeed at this is either Speirton or Ack-ack/Hillbilly. What do you think?

the Orpheus/Eurydice AU's for those who haven't seen it

I mean... I guess? but if they do succeed it wouldn't be Orpheus and Eurydice, ya know? like. because the point of Orpheus/Eurydice is that Orpheus turns around and will ALWAYS turn around, no matter what. because he Loves Eurydice. Turning Around is an act so engrained in Love that to Not Turn Around is more damning.

simply put: "Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?" -Ovid, Metamorphosis

in the post i made, I titled it: "bob ships as orpheus and eurydice, and whether or not they'd turn around and why" and you'll notice that i always reiterated, in both the tags of the original post and in the reblog, that the answer is always going to be Yes, they ALL turn around. because they Love each other. it is always guaranteed that they will Turn Around. hence, the real question i was trying to raise with that AU wasn't "will they succeed?" it was always "WHAT will make them turn around?"

because while the Love is consistent, how these couples might love each other is totally unique to them. for winnix, their love was always marred with doubt, and in order to soothe that doubt, they must always Turn Around. for baberoe, their love was always a yearning to help the other and a yearning to simply be around each other, something they must Turn Around to accomplish. for webgott, their love consists of validating each other, always answering back when one speaks into nothingness, and to do that, they must Turn Around. for luztoye, their love means they gave each other strength and help when they would otherwise never ask it from anyone else. again, they must Turn Around to do that.

Speirton and AndyEddie are no different. under the cut tho, bc it got long:

gonna be real, i already wrote a Speirton version of the orpheus and eurydice au that played massively with Speirs being a Dead Thing From the Beginning ("accept the fact that you're already dead") and Lip Understanding This more than Speirs ever thought he could and that being the reason for Turning Around. I also snuck in references to the parable of the Scorpion and the Frog crossing the river with speirs and lip taking turns being the Scorpion and the frog. not to toot my own horn but I thought it was clever. I just never HAHAHAH i never posted it bc I didn't think anybody would want to read it. but if you do! just ask, and I'll dig thru my sticky notes app for it. it's actually a little happier than the other ones, mostly because i imagine them both being very comfortable in hell. Speirton, to me, are like. a Freak4Freak couple, ya know? there is something fundamentally Wrong with both of them. I played heavily with that in their version.

as for AndyEddie though like. they already ARE orpheus and eurydice? Orpheus and Eurydice's story, at its core, is a metaphor for grief. Orpheus turns around because grief will ALWAYS make you look back at the past, at what you once had. Eddie died before Andy did. and then Andy died. and the general consensus in the AndyEddie fanon is that Andy dying was directly correlated to his grief over Eddie's own Death. Andy let the the grief so consume him, try as he might to go forward for his men, that he's so distracted by Eddie's ghost/the absence of Eddie (i.e. ghost as concrete absence instead of ethereal presence) he makes the fatal mistake of missing the sniper. an action we could read into as his Turning Around Moment. literally. i've read enough AndyEddie fics to know that in general fanon/fics Andy, moments before his own death, is often depicted either turning bc he was so used to Eddie being at his side and was going to speak to him, before being struck dumb by his loss all over again enough to become an open target; or because he thought he saw Eddie in the corner of his eye and, in his deep grief, threw all logic away to catch one last glimpse of him, making him an open target. either way, that split second reaction, so clouded in grief, is what gets him killed in the end. if it's not either of these two, it's always some sort of iteration of Andy's grief over Eddie's death Dooming Him.

the way they died in The Pacific already had the same narrative beats as Orpheus and Eurydice's story. that's why if I ever were to find myself writing a The Pacific version of the Orpheus and Eurydice AUs, I won't need to write anything for AndyEddie because... well. it's ALREADY their story, ya know? they are their own orpheus and eurydice.

anyway. read this whole thing again but this time I want you to read ever mention of Turn Around the same way its sung in Total Eclipse of the Heart.

[smolbeandrabbles]

Want To Want Me - Vince Kovac x Reader (Tangle)

GIF CREDIT: X @wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​ #MendoTagSquad (Let me know if this works!)

Author’s Note: Could tell you I didn’t choose that GIF for any reason. Would be lying 😏😏😏

For context - I started this October last year. I finished it in April.  Exactly a month ago in fact!

Disclaimer: Tangle Characters not mine / Lyrics not mine / neither is the GIF above but oh thank god it exists... man... I could stare at that all day... Wh..Where was I?!

Premise: Vince Kovac likes watching you sleep, he might imagine that you’d be dreaming of him. This morning all he wants to do is wake you up - and he’s going to enjoy every second...

Words: 1618

Warnings: This is likely the only time I will essentially give you smut without plot. 🤷‍♀️ It is what it is! / Sinday/Sunday Smut / Oral. Please read on basis that this act is consensual 

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It's too hard to sleep I got the sheets on the floor, nothing on me And I can't take it no more, it's a hundred degrees I got your body on my mind, I want it bad Oh just the thought of you gets me so high So high

Girl you're the one I want to want me And if you want me, girl you got me There's nothing I, no I wouldn't do (I wouldn't do) Just to get up next to you

You open the door Wearing nothing but a smile down to the floor And you whisper in my ear, "Baby I'm yours" Ooh just the thought of you gets me so high, so high So high

I would do anything Just to get up next to you Anything and everything Just to get up next to you

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Vince loved watching you dream. Usually because of what had happened before you drifted to sleep - and if you were sleeping as well as you were, then the sex had to be just that good right? But also because you were so beautiful lost in your dreams like that. And he liked holding you close to him, in his arms, wrapping you up in the sheets. Kissing your shoulder gently and feeling the beat of your heart on his skin. The way you would absentmindedly smile.  He just liked being the cause of things like that. Though his idea of romance was usually highly charged and sexual, sometimes, sometimes the soft things would just really get to him.

He could have to confess - that's not what he was thinking at 8am; looking at you, covers slipped just enough down your body. The wafer thin, near transparent, soft fabric of your chemise showed off every line and curve of your form. He'd stared for so long that Vince wanted desperately to touch your skin. His hand glided from your thighs upwards; you didn't stir, of course you didn't - sleep was too good for that. 

When his fingertips caught under your nightwear, as he continued to caress your skin, Vince helped it to ride up until he exposed your panties. He groaned gently in sweet agony; they didn't exactly leave much to his imagination. And of course he was glad of that. He let the silky material cascade from his hand, observing the rise and fall of your ribs with your breathing for a minute. Vince bit his lip as his groan became a little more vocal; no way could he resist this... He let his fingers trace back down the dips in your body and underneath your lingerie; you sighed gently in your dreams as he rolled you smoothly to lie you on your back, pulling them skilfully down your legs.

Vince parted them a little further with a gentle chuckle; damn was he about to enjoy this as much as you. He started just above your knee, soft lips trailing up to your inner thigh, every so often he allowed his tongue to glide over your supple, warm skin. He wanted to savour every taste of you. You groaned gently, and your body gave a slight shake, but you were still dreaming. That didn’t stop you from sighing his name; “…Vin…” He smirked against your skin – wondering if you were dreaming of him. Well, he was sure you weren’t about to mind being woken either. His large hands rested on your thighs for a moment as he surveyed your body again, your breaths were slightly harder – but everything about you was open, even your arms were pushed back either side of your head like he might be pinning them there. He chuckled; “Good girl…” but it was just a murmur, as he lowered himself between your legs again. Vince ran his index finger from your clit down to your heat, and then back – your body shivered again as he pulled back licking it clean. “Mhmm… Baby, what I wouldn’t do to you…” He was back to growling gently, shifting his body to get more comfortable, his hands ran to keep your legs apart and hold you down; Vince had no doubt you’d wake, but he didn’t want you lashing out as you did so. His tongue was always sinful, that much you knew. Usually he was whispering things in your ear at the most inappropriate of moments. Vince’s flirting was always dirty and never all that subtle; even the way he would look at you – tongue darting out to wet his lips. All of it either gave you cause to want to smack him, or swallow hard and blush. On occasion all you wanted to do was yank him closer and put that mouth to better use. He was teasing you this morning, tip circling your clit lazily as if he was doing nothing but passing the time of day – which Vince supposed he wasn’t. You were already wet, and as he ran a little lower he got to taste more of you. This time you were a lot more vocal; the shake through your body was more like a tremor and you gasped – he couldn’t help but nearly laugh as you pushed up, for friction or for more of him he wasn’t sure, but he would take it as a good thing. His little licks became faster, and he pushed his tongue against you harder - about which time your body decided the pleasure was a little too much to sleep through and you snapped awake with a loud gasp. You didn’t know why; it wasn’t like you’d never had a sex dream – although you were fairly sure no one had ever had their head between your thighs when you’d been dreaming before – and you honestly weren’t so sure how to react. But your body was already singing and on a high; “OH!” You arched again, mewling; yearning for further friction, “God-! Vince!” He paused with a smirk for just a second, “Good morning, beautiful.” You were immediately breathing heavily; those blue eyes of his were so dark, and you knew that even when he’d had his way with you, he’d probably want to get inside you too. You felt yourself clench just at the thought - Fuck! Why was he never enough? Why was once just NEVER enough-! Vince pressed a kiss to your inner thigh again, knowing he probably wasn’t going to get too much of a structured response from you. “God, you’re already so fucking wet for me baby.” “I- I’m sure you don’t help!” Your voice was pitchy and waivered all over the place, you very nearly cursed him for that. “Not my intention. Now hush and let me take care of you.” His head dipped again but you weren’t sure exactly how you were supposed to hush considering the situation. “FUCK!” This time instead of teasing you with sinful little flicks he sucked on your clit; varying his pressure as he did so – “VINCE-!” Your legs crossed behind his head, one hand darted to tangle in his hair the other gripping the bedsheets. He pinned your hips down, tongue gliding through your folds – God, you tasted so fucking good! Vince paused again to tease you before his tongue tentatively darted out once more, and with the way he was holding you back, the friction was his to create. He was in total control – and you hated him for it. “Vince-! Please-!” You knew he’d want you to beg him for it, and with his tongue doing the teasing it was almost unbearable, you wanted him deeper, and he knew that but he was waiting for the magic words. “Vince-!!” His tongue darted again, just to give you a taste of what you would get if you asked properly, and your body gave another jolt, causing you to tip your head back with another pleasurable moan; “Vin… Baby, please, baby I need you… Please! I’m begging you!” Good enough; he’d let you off this early. Just this once. Especially given the… circumstances… of your awakening. Vince’s tongue delved deeper and just the feel of him alone had you going crazy; “Baby! BABY! More! Please! More-!” He listened, for once, and you knew he was smirking, at least internally – especially at the sounds you made when he hit your sweet spot just right. And then he moved torturously slow – until you were hot and panting and breathless; his pace designed to keep you just on the edge of the climax you so badly wanted. Vince always kept you just the wrong side of ecstasy; whether he was fucking you, or teasing you, or truly making love to you – because all he wanted was for it, and your pleasure, to last. Because he loved hearing you; those sounds you made for him – and because of him. You knew that was Vince’s power trip – and you damned yourself to hell for always letting him have it. “Vin----!” Your voice waivered again as you whimpered his name “Baby please! Baby, please let me-!” He tapped your hip with his index finger, it was his little signal – but you were never prepared for the way he touched you – and his fingers rubbing you were faster and harsher than you expected – it wasn’t long before you came for him, and yet the sinful feeling of his tongue remained as Vince tasted as much of you as possible – before he finally pulled away. “Fuck… baby.” You wished you could wipe that smug grin off his face, but Vince grabbed you and his lips were on yours before you could even say a word, and then all you could taste was him mixed with you. Your stomach fluttered and you groaned again before he released you with a wink; “Good morning…” His fingertips traced your thighs as he continued to kiss you, and you were once again powerless to your want for him, legs wrapping around his. Vince kept that smirk, and his hands began to wander back under your chemise. “Did you enjoy that?” “Yes…” You breathed, relishing the fact that he was now absentmindedly grinding against you. “Do you want more?” Your hands moved to the waistband of his pants, and there was a mischievous glint in your eyes; “Yes.” It was your turn to kiss him before he said anything, slipping your hand into his boxers – your victory in the groan Vince elicited; “But baby,” you purred with a smirk of your own, “it feels like you want me just as bad…”

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Thank you for reading! 😘💙

[eddiebun]

love letters and polaroids

pairing ; eddie munson x fem!reader ♡

summary ; your drug dealer boyfriend carries around his little lunchbox full of all sorts of substances, it was too tempting not to leave him with a little surprise one day

genre/warning ; fluff, smut, flirty!reader x whipped!bf!eddie • this content is 18+ only. explicit sexual content (minors away !! grrr), oral m receiving, car sex, penetration (use protection !! do not be dumb like eddie and reader), spit kink, drugs, degradation (whore), slapping, this is all consensual and mutual parties would’ve 100% discussed boundaries beforehand, reader is hyper fem! a little jealous?? possessive? fairy note ; cute lil idea i've had heavy on my brain, thanks to this lovely ask ehehe ♡ feedback and interactions are greatly appreciated. not fully proofread yet also sorry if this is sloppy

It was the crisp early hours of the morning, waking up in the familiar 4 walls of Eddie Munson’s bedroom but, where you normally found your boyfriend cuddled up with his face nestled at your chest, he was gone, not under the sheets nor anywhere to be seen in the room— but you relaxed when you heard the faint sound of the water pumping from the shower.

You huffed under your breath, sitting up and stretching your arms upwards above your head, the duvet and blankets pooling around your bare legs as you stretched them out too. You didn’t mean to be dramatic but without your boyfriend, your morning was boring and quite frankly you found it rude that he didn’t offer to shower with you.

You didn't feel much like complaining right now though, a cute little idea whirling around in your little curious brain when you spotted Eddie's metal lunchbox on his bedside table, he didn't keep any food in there, it was for his drug supply and dealing, but you could always leave him with a surprise to find, from his truly.

You jumped up, locating Eddie's polaroid camera laying atop a pile of unwashed clothes— or maybe they were clean, you couldn't tell with them all bunched up. You swiped the camera and giggled to yourself.

Crawling your way back onto the bed and kicking off your panties, already free from a bra since you didn’t sleep in one— picking up Eddie’s rings he had left on the bedside table to keep safe, you plopped them down your fingers despite how loosely they fitted, it would work for a couple of pictures.

You held the camera in your left hand, stretching your arm out and taking a couple of risqué photos first, covering your nipples with your fingers that were adorned with his rings, snap.

You set aside the first one, leaving it to develop as you held the camera a little higher, pushing two ringed fingers into your mouth, snap.

ohh that one probably turned out cute, you thought to yourself before continuing with your posing and camera clicking.

The next couple were less lewd and more full-on but you still made them cute and tasteful, blowing kisses and winking whilst your fingers inched close to your pussy or your back arched to give him the cutest shot of your ass.

Four polaroids, progressively getting filthier and it made you giggle thinking about the cute little rosy-cheeked boyfriend and his milk chocolate puppy eyes lighting up at the sight- oh goodness, you had to write him a little love note too!

You tugged one of his shirts over your head in the meantime and rushed to tear a piece of paper out of Eddie’s little lyric book, swiping the pen too before laying yourself on your front, legs swinging behind you as you began writing,

‘hi baby boy <3 when you read this it means i’m not with you and that makes me sad, means i miss you, even if i saw you ten minutes ago or ten hours ago, doesn’t matter. fun question, do you know how gorgeous you are? so handsome, you have me daydreaming about you even when i’m with you. you’re mine, all mine and i’m all yours so enjoy the little treats i left you, because i love you so very much my eddie bug, mwaaah!’

You didn’t have much room on the paper so you kept it short and sweet with all your i’s dotted with little hearts. Reaching around on the floor you tried finding your jacket, “a-ha” you cooed when you located it, pulling your pink lipgloss out of the pocket along with a strawberry lollipop you had stuffed in there.

You applied the lipgloss, lips painted in the pink glassy cherry scented product and pressing them to the little love note, cute little kiss marks decorating the paper and you were more than happy with it and the little surprise had your heart feeling so full and warm, you loved him so much.

You jumped up with a little squeal and bounce in your step, grabbing a hold of the four polaroids, the love note, and that strawberry lollipop, you clicked open Eddie's metal lunchbox, gently placing the gifts on top of a hefty ounce of weed before closing the lid shut, hearing it click.

In what was a timely manner you heard the bedroom door click open to reveal your damp curly haired boyfriend, towel loosely at his hips, happy trail on show which you weren’t shy about ogling and the way the stray water drops ran down his tatted arms and chest had your knees a little unstable.

Your boyfriend was more than gorgeous, everything he did captivated you and he didn’t even have to try, you’d find him alluring just sitting there with his legs spread, taking up half the damn space on the bed, which anyone with a sane mind would’ve scolded him for but you on the other hand, no, you’d drop right there in front of him and suck his dick.

Eddie wasn’t oblivious to all your staring and the way your lips threatened to tug up into a playful smile, no, he had had to deal with that since before you were even officially together. You were always more than flirty, touchy, and feely with people, but mostly and especially him, and of course that didn’t stop, only getting more incessant with the two of you in a relationship now— but Eddie was a sucker for it, he lapped up any affection you gave him, even initiating it now which you were more than overjoyed about.

“My rings.” he was looking over at you, breaking you out of your trance and you hummed, head tilting in confusion, “You’re wearing them? They don’t even fit you baby.” he chuckled, walking over to grab a fresh outfit for the day, dropping his towel.

“Oh! M’ just trying them on.” you rolled your eyes, walking over to him as he only managed to get some underwear and pants on firstly, your face pressing flush against his bare back, arms attaching around his waist in a hug and you practically moaned out, “You’re warm.”

“I just took a shower.” he replied, hearing him chuckling under his breath.

“Mhm, without me.” you scowled up at the back of his head before relaxing and pressing soft kisses where you could reach along his back.

“Aw, I’m sorry sweetheart, I was rushing around.” he held his hands up before going to turn around but you kept attached to him, waddling around the room and giggling against his back.

“We gotta go, baby, get dressed already.” he complained— though he could never find himself genuinely mad at you.

Any other day you would’ve stomped your feet and begged Eddie to stay home with you, giving him big puppy eyes and your cutest pout telling him, we can have way more fun here baby but your little solo activities from this morning had you jumping around to get dressed and out of the door.

Of course, he did find it a little odd that you had been particularly happy on a random Thursday morning, more talkative in the ride on the way to school, far more giggly, and if it was even possible— far more touchy.

Eddie found himself squirming in the driver's seat a little when you had leaned in, kissing and nipping at his neck, feeling your sticky strawberry gloss leave residue on his skin, “Hmm, this is new.” you pulled away from his neck a little and hooked your fingers around his long dangling necklace with a pendant on the end.

His eyes were fixed on the road, responsible, and you glanced at his hands, giggling when you saw him gripping the wheel, clearly distracted which was a win in your little risky book.

“Mmh, I love you.” your arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing tight whilst your face nuzzled against his shoulder

You felt Eddie’s shoulder shake a little when he laughed, “I love you too baby, but do you have to touch up on me when I’m driving, it’s distracting.” he admitted, groaning under his breath.

You snickered against his arm before your sneaky fingers tugged his tucked hellfire shirt from his pants, your hand running up and over his stomach, feeling how warm he was and he jolted a little under your touch, ticklish.

“Hey.” he scowled, eyes glancing briefly at you in warning which only egged you on further, hand dragging back down to tug his belt out of the loops, hearing the way the little handcuff clasp jingled.

You heard his breath get caught in his throat and you felt a swell of delight rush through your body, feeling the car stop and looking around briefly to see Eddie had parked where he normally did at school.

He breathed out, going to lift his hips so you could help him tug down his pants and briefs a little, his zipper already undone but his world shattered once he heard knocking on the window, his hands flying up to adjust his clothes and you pulled back with the biggest frown on your face, seeing Gareth at the window and he noticed the dagger-eyes you gave him, words jumbled when he spoke up,

“U-uh hey man, you got those notes I lent you last week? Kinda need em’ for Ms. Kelly’s class in like.. ten minutes.” he laughed nervously, scratching behind his head.

You sighed, loud and dramatically, turning Eddie’s face and attention your way with your fingers at his chin, leaning in and pressing your lips to his, glancing behind his shoulder to see Gareth turning away, pretending he saw something.

“See you later, okay baby? I love you.” you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, lips briefly landing a few more kisses on his before finally pulling away, sending him a wink and stepping out of the car.

Eddie blinked a couple times, a little dazed as he watched you walk off with a playful bounce in your step, clearing his throat and turning his attention back to his friend, “Uh, what?— oh, the notes, right.” he laughed, cheeks and the tip of his ears tinted with a hue of pink.

“Man..” Gareth laughed quietly, Eddie forcing a chuckle out, knowingly, before pushing the papers into his hands.

“Thanks, catch you later.” Gareth scrambled off with haste in his step.

Eddie let out a strained breath, glancing down and palming himself through his denim pants, groaning in frustration, of course, his little minx of a girlfriend would give him a boner right before class— knowing he wouldn’t even have much time to catch you at lunch.

With your first few classes out of the way, you were heading to the cafeteria from the bathroom, having just fixed up your lipgloss and applied some perfume since you forgot it this morning.

When you got to the cafeteria you grinned upon seeing your boyfriend, where he usually was, at the top of the table. You walked on over to him, legs swinging around as you sat yourself down on his lap, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you started rambling on about how boring your classes were and how much you missed him.

His friends got used to this, the both of you and your very clear infatuation and attachment to their metal-head dungeon master drug-dealing friend, they kind of just learnt to zone it out, for their own good.

“I gotta go Y/N.” his bottom lip jutted out and you matched his pout, arms squeezing around him and soft kisses dragging along his neck, “Can we go home after? I don’t wanna go to gym class.” you made a displeased face and he laughed, agreeing and handing you the keys to his car.

You watched his hand that was previously settled at your waist, grabbing his metal lunchbox and patting your leg, gesturing you to get up.

He let you stand up and take his seat but you kept a hold of his hand when he went to walk away, he looked back at you before chuckling under his breath and leaning down to place a firm kiss on your lips, "Love you." he mumbled against your plush lips before he pulled away.

"Enjoy." you winked, head tilting and a sly smile tugging at the corners of your lips but he didn't think much of it, eyes rolling playfully before he walked off of school grounds and towards the woods surrounding the building, sitting on the unsteady bench and waiting for his pick up to show.

Eddie set his metal lunchbox atop the wooden table when he saw Zack approaching, waving his way and Eddie gestured back, friendly, Zack was harmless, just a quiet kid from his music class, the two would speak here and there to pass time.

"Hey man." he greeted Eddie, sitting himself down on the other side of the bench and fishing out his money from his pockets.

"Just the usual?" Eddie asked, seeing Zack confirm with a nod.

Eddie clicked open the metal lunchbox, the lid folding back to the table and he almost instantly noticed something that wasn't supposed to be there laying on top of the bag of weed, he picked up the lollipop first and recognized it as his girlfriends favorite ones, starting to get annoyed that you thought you could just store stuff in here now, he saw what looked like the back of one of many polaroid pictures, flipping one over and seeing you posing in the picture— naked with two of your fingers in your mouth.

"Uhh, one sec." Eddie laughed nervously, eyes wide, almost dropping the box as he scrambled to turn around, gripping onto the tin box and sneakily looking at the other polaroids you had oh so expertly taken for your beloved boyfriend.

Eddie cursed in his head, over and over again as he admired you, the way your back arched, your tits, pouty lips, and oh god, there was even one of your delicious pussy— he had to take a deep breath, feeling like he was getting way too worked up and aroused when he was still around someone, doing a damn drug deal. It wasn't even the first time today you had got him hard in his pants and he couldn't do anything about it.

He noticed the piece of paper after ripping his eyes away from the polaroids, he recognized the handwriting as yours, of course, but he saved it, needing to get this guy behind him dealt with and on his way.

"Yup got it right here for you." Eddie announced, pulling out his usual amount and handing over the bag, taking the money in exchange, "See ya' man." Eddie gave a polite smile, watching Zack walk away after stuffing the bag in his back pocket.

"Fuck." Eddie cursed, aloud this time. He plucked out the letter and read it, eyes darting over your dainty little handwriting and the way you dotted all your i's with love hearts, it was so endearing, and what you had written tugged at his heartstrings, feeling himself giggling at your wording and how sweet you sounded, it was just another reminder of how much he needed to treasure you, love you till the end— and he would, with no hesitation, he wanted nothing more in the world than you and he wasn't ever planning to give that up, he'd be by your side no matter what.

His eyes lingered over your polaroids once again, palming himself under the table as his tongue darted out to swipe over his bottom lip, "Fuck, what are you doing to me Y/N." he groaned.

Eddie shook his head, bringing himself back to reality as he gently placed one of the polaroids in his back pocket and the rest and the love letter back into the metal lunchbox but he also kept the lollipop out, unwrapping the fiddly plastic and popping it into his mouth.

Once he had everything gathered he made his way back onto school grounds but past the buildings and to the parking lot, striding over to his car, already seeing you leaning back in the passenger seat with your feet up on the dash and it looked like you were filing your fingernails.

Your head turned to the driver's side door once you heard it open- fully ready to attack whatever creep was trying to disturb you, with your blunt file but, your body and expression relaxed once you saw it was your puppy-eyed boyfriend.

"Eddie!" you cooed, grabby hands coming up to get a hold of him before your eyes settled on the lollipop resting on his tongue, blinking a couple times as you went quiet, remembering that little surprise you packed him.

Eddie relaxed back in the driver's seat, closing the door behind him and looking your way with a raised eyebrow, "Why'd you get so quiet, cat got your tongue?" he smirked, dumb, you thought.

"Did you see?" you asked quietly, reaching out and wrapping both your arms around your boyfriend's arm, chin resting at his shoulder as you blinked up at him prettily.

"Yeah and so did Zack Farley nearly!" Eddie's hands came up to his face, laughing into them before sighing and plucking out the polaroid from his back pocket, eyes glaring over at you, "You are gonna be the death of me you little brat." he grumbled, watching you through the rearview mirror, seeing the smug little smile on your face.

"Oh no, you didn't like it?" you jutted your bottom lip out, playfully. You knew he liked it, that's why you did it but teasing him was the fun in it.

"Shut up." he chuckled, head shaking in disbelief, "You know how crazy fucking hot you are, how much you get to my brain, and how quickly you get me worked up." he glared at you through the mirror.

"I can make it up to you baby, right now, the real thing.." you fluttered your eyelashes, setting the polaroid he was holding aside as you placed soft and gentle kisses at his neck, "just let me know." you flattened your tongue, dragging it upwards from his neck to his cheek and giggling at his grimace.

Fuck it, Eddie thought. No one was going to be around for another couple of hours what with classes still happening.

"Yay!" you gasped out in joy when you felt Eddie squeeze your thigh, giving you the green light, feeling the way his cold metal rings bit at your skin.

Your excitement was amusing to Eddie, he felt the same and he thought of himself as rather animated but you, on the other hand, you were a bundle of expressions, drama, and emotion— and he loved every bit of it.

"Since I'm like the best girlfriend ever, I'll give you another little treat, no distractions this time." you giggled, yanking off your boyfriend's felt and unzipping his pants, Eddie wasting no time in getting them down his legs.

He was so pretty, cock standing tall against his stomach, a little curved, tip flushed pink, and strong veins running either side of the shaft.

You bit down on your lip, sighing in content at the delicious sight of him, shuffling comfortably as you leaned your head down, tugging his shirt up a little to kiss along his stomach, dragging your lips down to his happy trail.

"Mmmh." you drew out a moan, pressing kisses at the base of him all the way to the tip, blinking up at him through your false lashes, hand coming up to rub your thumb along the slit of his tip, watching his hips jerk.

“nnmhm, Y/N.” he moaned so pretty and you had to kiss him, leaning back up and plucking the lollipop out of his mouth, lips flush against his and tongue swiping passed his mouth and along his tongue, tasting the sweet artificial strawberry of the lollipop.

“Eddie,” you hummed pleasantly against his lips, pulling back a little as your hand gripped against his base, stroking gently and watching the way his face scrunched a little, “want you to spit in my mouth.” you told him, and he didn’t waste a second, pushing your cheeks open with a squeeze of your face and he gathered salvia pooled in his mouth, letting it drip down into your mouth and you watched him from below, with your tongue out, letting it land and giggling at the filthy action.

“You’re so fucking hot.” he rasped out.

“I know.” you replied before he leaned down a little to press his lips back to yours, even sloppier now as your tongue twirled around each other’s. His hand reached down and squeezed your own tighter around his cock, dragging up and down with you.

You pulled away when you needed to catch your breath, Eddie leaning in to kiss and suckle messily at your neck, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging encouragingly, a squeak leaving your lips when he sucked a hickey against a sensitive part of your neck.

“Fuck.” you whimpered out, composing yourself as you leaned back down, watching the way he was moving your hand in his, stroking his cock.

You playfully bit his finger and watched him frown, “In my mouth.” you told him and he laughed at your vulgar words, pulling his hand away with yours.

Your lips continued there escapade from previously but this time, involving more tongue, dragging it upwards from his base to his tip, where you swirled and slurped before your lips attached around him, breathing through your nose as you took him inch, by inch into your mouth, only looking up at him when he was stuffed enough inside your mouth to be hitting the back of your throat.

“O-oh, ah shit, baby— baby girl,” he gasped out, one hand gripping his seat and the other at the back of your head, stroking encouragingly, “that’s good, really, really fucking good.” he murmured.

You hummed against him, pulling your head up a little before back down, starting a pretty quick pace whilst your hands cupped and rubbed his balls, you ate up every little sound that he’d make, it sending shock waves straight to where you needed him most.

“Yeah, yeah, like that.” he chanted out, pushing your head down and you loved it, your nose being tickled by his hair at the base of him and you felt him pushing at the back of your throat.

“You can— ngh, take it, that’s it, ahh fuck, feels so good, my girlfriends such a cock whore,” he threw his head back, laughing in complete euphoria, “holy fuck.”

Eddie got louder and louder when he was close, you knew that and it almost broke your heart when you pulled your head away with a pop, his hard length slapping against his stomach as he whined, hips trying to chase your mouth.

“Sorry baby, just need to ride your dick so bad it hurts.” you whined and his face softened, nodding eagerly.

You kicked off your skirt and then your thong, tugging your shirt over your head and practically pounding on your boyfriend, legs either side of him once he had pushed his chair as far back as he could.

“Fuck, you sure you don’t want me to eat you out first?” Eddie asked, hands gripping at your waist, pinching the skin gently.

“No, need you inside me.” you whined, finding his offer sweet but you just needed to feel him in your guts right now.

Your hand dipped underneath you and you gasped, pushing the tip of his cock back and forth through your soaking slit, whimpering out shamelessly, “o-oh god..” you cried out already.

Eddie just stared, lip bitten between his teeth as his eyes concentrated on your burning hot cunt right above his cock, groaning out and digging his fingers into the soft skin of your hips once you sunk down on his cock, hearing your cute little mewls.

“Uh— oh god, you’re so tight, stay still.” he rasped out, squeezing onto you to ground himself, sweat already forming on his neck.

You giggled quietly, in complete bliss at feeling so full, your ass flush with his lap as every inch of him was inside you and you were really trying not to clench but he hit every sensitive little nerve inside you.

Relaxing, as best as you could, you stabled yourself and lifted your hips up with Eddie’s help, sinking back down with combined oh’s and ah’s slipping passed your lips.

“You’re big, so big, I love it so much.” you whimpered out in a broken sob, hips swirling a little before going back to bouncing in his lap.

“I know baby, you’re doing so good, cunt keeps sucking me in— ah!” he hissed through his teeth, hands moving up your body and tugging your bra down, leaning in and attaching his mouth around your nipple whilst his fingers toyed with the other.

You got louder and your hands tangled back into his hair, bouncing quicker and sloppier, “Yes, yes! Oh Eddie! a-ah!” you squealed, “Wan’ cum, wanna cum all over your cock.”

He felt you squeezing and clenching around his length again and the way your hips were stuttering, he found it so cute. Eddie reached out, pulling you flush against his chest as his arms squeezed around your waist.

“Just stay still sweetheart, I got you.” he sighed against your ear and you didn’t need to be told twice, going limp in his secure, firm hold.

Eddie started jackhammering his hips up against you and you gripped onto his arms, sobbing out in pleasure at the erratic, messy pace.

It had you blabbering out complete nonsense and drooling all down his shirt, he sounded so good too, groaning picking up in volume and you heard him moaning your name out in a chant.

“Oh baby, Y/N— right there, yeah? Hmm?” he cooed right against your ear and you couldn’t even muster up a response, way too gone as you felt yourself snap, clawing your nails down his arms, anywhere you could grab as you felt your orgasm washing over you, whole body trembling in complete bliss.

You didn’t even get a chance to breath because you felt warm, hot sticky cum filling you up, Eddie pressing up into you like he couldn’t get enough, like he needed more, “Y/N! Fuck— ngh, so good, pussy feels like heaven.” he rasped out, slowly coming down from his high.

You gasped, looking down at where you were connected and seeing the mess, whole body still quivering but you found the energy to swipe your finger down in to the puddle of cum on his lap that had dripped out of you.

Stuffing your fingers into your mouth and tasting him with a pleased hum, pulling your fingers out and pressing your lips to his, hearing Eddie groan at the taste.

You pulled away when you needed to catch your breath, giggling at how messy the two of you were, Eddie’s eyes lingering over your body,

“Take a polaroid picture, it’ll last longer.” you winked playfully.

[loliwrites]

It’s been awhile but I am back!

Pre-relationship A&A🥺. Maybe it is just a few weeks after they have met and they’re shooting the film Addi wrote. Something about it is off so she makes a change to the script forcing Alex to adapt quickly. After they shoot the seen Alex thinks that Addi hates it so he tries to make it up to her.

XoXo 🫁

PS. I have missed you🥰

Hannibal🫁 ! I've missed you too, friend! I don't know if you've seen, but we've got another Non on the loose. One I've affectionately deemed the Copycat Killer🫀 They're a cheeky little one.

Anywho, you know I'm always on my bullshit for pre-relationship A&A. I love good, ol' sexual tension (when it's consensual and goes both ways). And I like that you've come up with this suggestion because this sort of thing happens quite frequently. Maybe not so much with movies, but definitely with TV. You've got the script pages you're going to be shooting that day, and then all of a sudden, for whatever reason, the writer comes at you with brand new pages... sometimes an entirely new scene, and you're like, where the FUHCK am I supposed to get all of these props before we shoot this in 2 hours.

One moment you're on the green revisions and suddenly someone's handing you some fucking Goldenrod or Salmon pages and you're like why would you do this to me? Do you hate me? Do you live to make my life harder? The answer's yes.

We digress. The point is: the director gives Addi an ultimatum. Either she goes and rewrites the scene, or they'll have someone else rewrite it. And the thought of someone else butchering her movie makes her want to vomit, so she relents and hides off in some corner of the soundstage with her laptop and starts rewriting.

She's almost finished with it when she hears Alex come on stage. It's very evident when he arrives from his trailer. His lispy lilt of a cadence seems to float through the soundstage like music. He's also got a barrage of women that follow him. Addi thinks that's funny. That although they've been hired as hair, makeup, or wardrobe people, it's funny to see him walking around with a gaggle of women running after him, picking at his hair or his clothes for minuscule fixes.

She runs off to print the pages and get them to the people that need to have them. Any writer will tell you that this isn't the way they'd like to have their work seen. Written with such carelessness in a matter of minutes without the courtesy of planning or editing. And yet, Addi's handing over these new pages so a group of people can commit it to film. And if this truly is only a couple weeks since they've met -- surely before they trek over to Germany to finish principal photography, and maybe even before the sex scene incident -- then Addi's still in the phase of being polite and careful around Alex, despite feeling the flirtiness between them.

Alex takes the pages from her and starts to look them over, and it's evident to Addi that he looks a little thrown by the whole thing.

"It's brand new?"

He glances at her and she has to avert her eyes elsewhere because, shit if this isn't embarrassing. Handing Alexander Skarsgård some half-baked pages.

"They requested a last minute rewrite." When he doesn't respond right away, she looks back up at him. But he's just reading over her new words, and for the life of her, she can't tell what the expression on his face is. It doesn't look good.

To be honest, she doesn't blame him. She had to fill in a part of a dramatic scene that he'd probably been practicing for weeks, maybe months, to make sure he was hitting the correct emotional beats at the right moments. And now she flung new words at him. As if he's just going to be able to hit those notes off the bat when the cameras start to roll. She all but hightails it out of there, beyond mortified at the thought that he may think she's a talentless hack. If she had stuck around, she would've been able to hear what Alex truly thought sooner.

The scene gets underway and it's taking everything in her to remain in her little space in video village without bursting out in tears. Alex is... he's having a hard time with this scene. He's fumbling his new lines, he looks beyond distracted. Something's not clicking and the only thing that's changed are the words so her immediate downward spiral is that she's just ruined the movie she's worked so hard on. And more than that, it's evident that everyone on the crew has taken note of Alex's newfound difficulty with the scene. The director and producers alike are now all giving him notes and he's quickly becoming disenchanted with all the noise.

They struggle through. Somehow, someway, they feel they've at least gotten enough to splice together a halfway decent scene and the AD calls "moving on!"

Addi just nearly makes it out of her seat before she hears, "come with me," behind her. And the realization that it's Alex makes her heart drop. She looks back to find him already addressing the gaggle of women still following him, asking them to give him ten minutes.

Before he even receives the acknowledgment of his request, he turns for Addi, sets his hand on her upper back, and ushers her off the stage and into his trailer.

She couldn't feel more awkward if she tried. Alex flinging himself back onto the couch, Addi standing in front of him like she's waiting to be chastised. It hasn't dawned on her that he may have called her in here because she's looked positively gut-wrenched since she was tasked with the rewrite.

"What was that all about?" He asks, very innocently.

She shrugs, "they wanted a rewrite. Said I could do it or they'd find someone to do it. I know it was shit,"

He takes a breath, then pats the spot beside him on the couch. He's not satisfied until she actually does sit down next to him. "It wasn't shit, I just... I liked it the first way. I liked hearing your voice in the other version," he smiles at her when she looks up at him. "Not the studio's voice,"

"Well until you start cutting my paychecks, the studio gets what it wants."

Alex nods slowly. He knows how these things work.

“Sorry you had to change things around so quickly. I know you like to have time to prepare, and I handed you pages of flaming crap. I just—” she looks down at her hands in her lap. For a moment it’s nice not to have to be looking at his expression — one she knows would break her heart. “I just had to do what they wanted.”

Alex doesn’t cut in. Judging by the size of the breath she takes, he knows she’s not finished.

“And I hate that. I hate that this industry isn’t merit-based. I hate that it’s only about who you know. I hate that I’m at the mercy of executives who can’t even name the Axis Powers. Yet they’re telling me how to change a script all about the Axis Powers. And I hate how they can make me feel this stupid and worthless and not even give a shit that they’ve made me compromise a good story. My art. And mostly I hate that I want nothing more than to please them so I can stay in this industry for as long as humanly possible.”

Then slowly and quietly, Alex says with a smile, “you’ve made it.”

She flicks her gaze in his direction.

“You’ve made it as an artist when at the beck and call of authority, you push back for creative individualism. You’ve made it to the club. Glad to have you,”

Addi leans into him almost subtly; just barely resting her shoulder against his. “They don’t make you do anything to compromise the art,”

“That took twenty years.”

“And you’re a man. So that leaves me fucked and free at seventy,”

Without asking, Alex reaches around her shoulders and takes her into a hug. Truthfully, she’s happy he didn’t ask. Had he, she might’ve brushed it off under the guise of not wanting things to feel too emotional. But just as the embrace began, a knock on his trailer door quickly pulls them out of it.

He pauses and gives her his quick, undivided attention. “Good, kid?”

She nods, reassures, and all too quickly rises from the couch and heads toward the door. Alex moves too, and resituates himself in his makeup chair just in time for the entrance of his glam team. And like a fleeting breeze, Addi’s out of his trailer and on her way back to the stage.

[oftenderweapons]

Girls’ Night — a girlfriends’ tale

Characters: OCs (Vixen, Princess, Lace), small Namjoon intromission

Wordcount: 12.2k

Genre: slice of life with discussion of BDSM themes, conversation

Rating: suggested 18+

Hello doves! As I announced the other day, I have been working on extra pieces that I really loved as a concept. This one — I must admit — is especially dear to me since it covers topics that I consider extremely important. This fic discusses mature themes. Please minors, do not read or interact.

Quick recap: (read Jimin’s Love Talk if you want to know the whole background for this story) Princess — Jimin’s girlfriend — has ventured into the world of BDSM after Jimin expressed his interest in being dominated and spanked. A few days after her first brief session with Jimin, two old acquaintances come to her help: Vixen — Namjoon’s girlfriend and Princess’ high school classmate — and Lace, Vixen’s best friend, Princess’ university flatmate but also Taehyung’s latest crush. (Tae and Lace met through Vixen at Taehyung’s housewarming party). The girls meet for dinner at Princess’ apartment and after some confessions and girl talk, they explore the most important rules and procedures a person should know before dominating their partner in a basic impact play scenario, with special contributions of a trained domme and an experienced brat. 

The piece is written with the girls as characters described through the POV of an external narrator. If you want to get to know the characters a bit better, you can find their headcanons here (Vixen — Princess — Lace).

On a lexical note: throughout the text I’ve used the word “dom” both as in short of the verb and of the noun. Even though the feminine form is usually “domme”, I’ve considered it gender neutral, as a short term for both “dominator” and “dominatrix”. 

On an ethical note: I wanted to raise awareness on how a safe, sane and consensual domination works. These days there’s an increasing number of BDSM pieces coming out, and very few of them mention the level of emotional connection that is necessary in these circumstances. Most of them focus on the scene, without showing how pre-session negotiations, aftercare and post-session feedback work. I wanted this piece to be educational and I wanted to show the “background work” on how I plan each BDSM-themed piece before I write it. Though I’ve done a lot of research on handbooks, websites and forums, I am NOT a BDSM educator, so I would recommend reading more in-depth manuals in case you ever decided to venture in this world, and possibly speak with an expert first.

On to trigger warnings: swearing, consumption of alcohol, obviously there is in-depth discussion of NSFW and BDSM themes with focus on impact play. Discussion of hard limits, negotiations, SSC (safe, sane, consensual), safewords, aftercare, bruising, cutting/puncturing (connected with cane and cat-o-nine-tales whipping), marking, pain kink, punishment, drop (both for subs and doms), anatomy of impact play (where to hit, how to hit), sex toys (spanking, face slapping, paddle, riding crop, slapper, strap, whip, flogger, cane). That should be all. In terms of angst, there is some insecurity, jealousy, and slightly traumatic past experiences. Lace recalls one time she “dropped”, Vixen recalls a series of quite intense scenes. There are mentions of Vixen’s second relationship (toxic relationship with a man who called her out for her sex drive, kinkshamed her and forced her into becoming exclusively vanilla). Both Princess and Vixen mention abandoning some friends since they couldn’t trust them close to their boyfriends, or not respecting their privacy. Lace mentions traumas that lead her to learn domination. She also explains her insecurities about possibly dating Taehyung.

Word count: lengthy. 12.2k words. Reading is not necessary but recommended since a lot of pieces stem directly from this one. 

Here is my masterlist!

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EDIT: You can find part two here

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Lace came through with the loud stomps of the heels of her boots, the bag on her shoulder swaying heavily. It looked like she was ready to enter Cat Woman mode, wearing a cropped leather jacket rimmed with a thick black-fur neck. Her wondrous thighs were clad in tight, high-waisted jeans, her black leather knee boots completing the look. She impeccably wore her part.

As she neared the door, she checked her watch, noticing that she was a couple minutes early.

Five minutes later, always fashionably late, arrived Vixen, her hair falling perfectly around her pretty face, her lips tinged with a deep wine red, her doe eyes as inquisitive and wide as usual. It was exactly the girl she had met two years before on the other side of the counter of her shop, it looked like she hadn't aged a week.

"Hello!" She greeted her friend.

"Hi there! Look at you, you look like the best girlie in the world." Lace hollered back.

"Because I am." Vixen replied, basking in the attention and the praises.

"That self esteem is thriving! Freshly fucked and ready to misbehave?"

"Unfortunately not freshly enough, but you know me, I'm always ready to misbehave." Vixen winked before making her way to the entrance of the building, pressing the buzz for Princess' apartment.

"Isn't your big boy attending to his duties?" Lace asked, curious about the whole situation. She had personally met Namjoon and had seen the two of them together. They looked like the it-couple and she would gladly bet big money on the pair. Plus she knew about Vixen's collection and Namjoon's taste in terms of lingerie and negligees: in her honest opinion that's a solid base for a lasting union.

"He's attending, yes, but I don't want to vex him with my continuous cravings."

"Baby, not all of us are like that slut-shaming bastard of your ex. Stop thinking that needing to get laid more than once a week is a shame."

Princess voice sounded from the intercom. "Hi! It's floor 16 number 41!"

"Thank you!" Vixen replied before pushing the door open.

Lace slapped her hand and held the door as Vixen walked through. The other followed. "It's just that… He's been busy, plus he keeps saying he likes to come back early so we can have dinner together, he's always rushing from the studio to the dorms to his apartment. He looks like he'll get drunk on motion sickness before the tour even starts."

Lace stared at her feet as you both stood in the lift. How could she start something serious with Taehyung if they were going on tour? By the time she would get used to him he would be travelling on the other side of the world.

"So he stays at the dorms?" Lace fixed her bag on her shoulder.

"Often, yes. He stays at the apartment when I'm around, but he prefers the dorms when he's by himself or working."

The lift dinged and you exited, heading down the hallway "Thirty-eight, forty, there!" Lace chirped, noticing the open door.

There stood Princess, hair in a ponytail, wearing a fashionable white turtleneck and a thigh knee-length skirt. She looked classy and smart, just like she had appeared during previous meetings.

"Hello girls!" She waved at the pair, gesturing at them to come in.

"Hi there!" said Lace, "long time no see."

"We don’t see each other in ages and then two times in less than a month." Princess replied while hugging her. “Wouldn’t it be lovely if we reacquainted?”

Vixen nodded with a cute smile. "It would. I must say it was a surprise to meet you at the party with Jimin." Vixen took off her shoes as Princess offered her a pair of slippers.

"It seems like fate brought us back together." Princess replied.

“Indeed.” She commented, thinking about how they would get even closer if she gave in to the preternatural connection with Taehyung. Lace tugged at her boots, fighting with them a little before finally removing them, lost in her thoughts. She clumsily tried to avoid Vixen’s stare. She knew the girl would spot her secret in a second. Not now, she told herself. With the slippers on, Lace still looked like Catwoman from the ankles up, but her feet were clad with a pair of pink panther slippers that gave the outfit a hilarious twist.

"Let's move to the kitchen," Princess said, leading the way. "The apartment is small, sorry."

"Don't worry sweetie, with a view like this I would gladly live in a shoebox." Vixen commented, looking out of the window. "Plus you live pretty high up."

"It was accidental. I just needed something close to my office."

"What did you end up doing?" Lace asked as she looked at the prints on the wall.

"I work for a fashion magazine. Usually I do model casting and a little bit of everything about organising photoshoots." Princess replied.

"That sounds great!" Lace exclaimed, grinning.

Princess clumsily opened a bottle of wine, but fortunately no damage resulted. "What about you?"

"I'm a shop assistant in a lingerie shop." Lace replied.

"Don't diminish yourself like that." Vixen said, looking away from the window. "She works at the La Perla boutique in Gangnam, plus she has her own studio where she creates customised orders." The woman patted her friend on the shoulder. "She's amazing."

Princess lit up. "So you managed to make part of your dream come true!"

"A small part. I'm still far from having my own shop." Lace exhaled.

"But she's getting there." Vixen added with a positive note.

"I ordered in a little bit of everything." Princess said, taking the food out of the oven. "I didn't trust my cooking skills knowing this one." She pointed at Vixen. "I've heard you're almost a chef."

"I just took lessons." She shrugged. "I just really like everything that feels like home."

Sniffing at the air, Vixen sparked up, getting cozy at the smell of bulgogi. "This smells very nice."

"A little bird told me it's your favourite." Princess winked.

"Do I know that little bird?"

"He knows you very well." Princess said, admiring how the polished, elegant woman-girl turned completely smitten.

"I'll make sure to thank him."

Lace snickered. "Do you need help?" She offered, while Princess laid out a bunch of smaller plates and bowls with side dishes. "I got some dumplings, pancakes and our baby's favourite: braised potatoes."

Vixen clapped enthusiastically.

Dinner proceeded calmly, all the partakers digging in quietly, chitchatting between one serving and another, catching up on the various mishaps that had happened during those years apart.

"So you studied in Europe, right?" Princess asked Vixen.

"I spent almost two years between France and England, yes." She replied politely, sipping her wine composedly as if she hadn't devoured her serving of potatoes like a very smug wolf.

"Cool. But you came back here." Princess continued.

"Yes, I missed home. And I missed jajangmyeon." Vixen grinned. "Food in general. I like my life here. Living in Europe to me felt like being continuously on the sidetrack of something. Catching up with the culture is seriously a challenge, especially when you're in the art world."

"Right, you're an interior designer." Princess reminded herself.

"Exactly."

"I've heard you met Namjoon because of that."

Vixen smiled. "Yeah, well… The usual. We met at a gallery, I had a meeting with the artist and he accidentally participated. The artist and the director of the gallery accompanied us through the exhibition and at the end he asked if I wanted to grab a coffee. At the beginning I thought it strange that he hadn't booked a private visit, but he said that because of a last minute plan he had begged the director to book him in anytime. Since I'm friends with the director and I have strict privacy agreements at the firm, the curator thought it was a good idea."

"Who would have thought, uh?" Lace chirped in, laying her chopsticks on her empty bowl.

"Y'all, soju?" Princess asked, now that they were all done with the food.

While Vixen nodded, Lace held back. "I think I'll take just a sip. It gets me bloated."

The table was clean, the small cups for soju laying on the table as Princess shook the bottle and poured it according to tradition.

"Cheers to your taken asses and my single one." Offered Lace, the three of them laughing and downing the liquid. Princess drank it without even blinking, Lace taking it in a small measured way while Vixen downed it and scrunched her nose, shutting her eyes tight and shaking her head as she processed the burn.

"You're still a doll." Princess commented.

"And you're still otherworldly cool." Vixen replied, smirking. "You were the most bad ass girl of the class. I had lots of respect for you, but I was so scared of approaching you."

"You were so tiny and shy." Princess gushed. "You were everyone's crush but you were so smart. And a bit strange. It felt wrong to even think of you like that."

Vixen shook her head, "It feels strange to bring up those memories. After university and being abroad it feels like another life."

"Because many things changed in the meantime." Lace argued. "I've known you since you started working, two years ago."

"I spent half of my first paycheck at your shop."

"You did. And I asked you for coffee because I liked your sense of fashion."

"I thought you wanted to date me." Vixen laughed.

"Well, when you're done snuggling your big bear, you know you can come to me." Lace winked.

"My bear is pretty big so it might take me a while to be done with that." Vixen joked. "Plus I'm pretty happy. I haven't been this happy since I was nineteen. I'm content. Satisfied. Taken care of. Loved. I'm thriving." She closed her eyes and shrugged, smiling.

"My bad." Lace patted her own shoulder in support. "What about you and Jimin?"

"Oh, we met during a photoshoot. I assisted in his shoot and when he was done he asked to see the pictures that would feature on the magazine. That's when he asked me out for dinner." Princess said, her eyes shining as she remembered the event.

Lace noticed the two women staring at her. "Well time for my story… Me and my dildo met at the store, he was cute, I was needy and I invited him to my bed. That's how we first met and we've been happy ever since." Lace told emotionally. The other two burst out laughing, Vixen holding her belly while Princess leaned on the table.

"Oh goodness." The smaller one said.

"I think it's time we face our main topic. Would you like to start?." Lace asked Princess.

"Okay. I'll be very direct." Princess warned.

"Don't worry, we're all grown ups here. You're safe, darling." Vixen stretched her arm out to caress her forearm. "And we're pretty open minded, trust me."

"Okay. Basically, Jimin would like me to get a bit more rough in the bedroom. Namely, we tried spankings the other week. He sort of power-bottomed? Like he gave me instructions on how to do it."

Lace nodded.

"I am worried about how to handle this. I want to do it, but I don't know how to do it right. I don't want to hurt him." Princess said with a frown. “And I’m a little worried I liked it so much.”

Lace’s lips formed a small conspiratorial smile. “At the beginning there’s always a little bit of fear. And a bit of… Shame.”

“Yes.” Princess confirmed. “But it’s not something that bothers me. Like, it’s there but it doesn’t bother me. I don’t think it will persist. When I think about what we did… Well, I’m almost proud.”

Lace smirked and nodded. “That’s good. What would you like to work on? Is it just impact play — you called it "spanking" — or is it also domination on a broader sense?"

"Well… Wait, I took notes." Princess looked around, walking towards her bedroom and coming back with a small notebook and the guide.

"It's the book!" Lace exclaimed.

"The book." Vixen wiggled her eyebrows knowingly.

"You, vixen." Lace smirked. "Namjoon is right calling you that."

"You have no idea." The other replied. "Now, let's see."

"I'll return you the book." Princess reassured her.

"You can keep it for another bit. You'll need it again with Jimin."

"We have our own copy, don't worry." Princess replied, with a quick smirk. "Well, I think I can dom pretty fine — as I read the book I realised I already have some of those behaviours. However there are some practices I might have to learn in person."

"Normally we teach how to dom through subbing: what you experienced the first time with Jimin was subliminally subbing." Lace took the reins and explained. "It is one of the most sophisticated forms of domming — being a power bottom — and the fact that he did that should suggest you that A — he's a very skilled sub, or B — he's generically a very smart person with good manipulative skills."

Princess listened to the explanation quite raptured. "Personally, I don't know how far he's gone with his exes but I would say he has taken the lead before and he's quite used to speak up and order me around a little, so his behaviour might come from that."

Lace nodded. "I would recommend that you talk to him and try to design a specific plan for the two of you. As I hinted before I have taken lessons on BDSM practices in a club here in the city. I have received almost two years of training and I have taken part as an assistant to a teacher for another two years, that's why I might sound academic and serious. You can stop me whenever you feel uncomfortable or when you need to ask a question." That's when Lace shifted. Her whole position changed: her back got straighter and her hands splayed on the table, somehow squaring her position.

"Okay." Princess confirmed.

"You know that during university I took that course on acrobatic yoga?" Lace asked.

Princess frowned. "Yeah, I remember."

"Well, it wasn't exactly acrobatic yoga." Lace shrugged and raised her eyebrows. "At the beginning I did do some acrobatic yoga lessons but then one of the students introduced me to this BDSM course and I left yoga for… yeah, you know." Lace laughed.

Vixen listened quietly, observing Princess' reaction.

"Would you consider taking lessons from an expert?" Lace asked.

Princess shrugged. "I think that the book was very good on general analysis. Personally, I've never considered meeting an expert mostly because I wouldn't know where to look for one. Plus, I've only had a week to think about this."

Vixen looked at Lace. "I'll be very blunt here, darling. I think that the best thing to do would be discussing the whole book thing with Jimin. Have pre-session negotiations. Discuss stuff. Find out what you want to explore and go there together."

Lace raised an eyebrow. "However, it is perfectly okay if you want to practice by yourself. Being a good dominant means that you can convey control and safety through your stance and behaviour. That requires practice."

Vixen nodded before adding, "It's okay if you want to take some steps by yourself before bringing him into the equation."

"Okay, so I reckon you have quite some knowledge on the theme. Maybe you could teach me something?" Princess asked Lace, a bit shy but fully determined.

Lace smirked. "That's why I came prepared. However, I must remind you I have been a co-trainer, and that doesn't mean I am a teacher, therefore I can only cover the basic stuff, which for now will suffice."

Vixen's eyes burned expectantly.

"Our girl here might help you see stuff through a submissive's eyes, right?" Lace questioned.

Vixen nodded and smiled, reassuring Princess by placing a hand on top of hers.

"Okay. Let's talk about general principles. BDSM is an acronym for Bondage, Domination, Sadism and Masochism. But I guess you read this in the book." Lace presented.

Princess nodded.

"The golden rule is SSC: Safe, Sane, Consensual. Use protection and make sure that you're both tested and clean if you go without a condom or dental dams. Also, keep your toys clean. Do not start anything if your judgement is clouded — by alcohol, drugs or violent, instinctual emotions. Make sure that both you and your partner want the same things. Explain what is going to happen and negotiate before each session — at least for the first few times. This is also the right moment to talk about safe words."

"Me and Jimin covered these already." Princess noted.  

“Then you’re already halfway there. The biggest part of training is making people always aware of all the steps that could possibly go wrong and make sure that you’re prepared for the worst case scenario.”

Vixen nodded. “As a sub, it is important to feel safe. An anxious sub is a sub who can hardly feel pleasure, and that invalidates the experience as a whole. We only do it for pleasure.”

Princess listened carefully and thought about it a little. “How… How does it feel…To be a sub? I mean, I’ve sort of subbed with Jimin but… Yeah.”

“Well, I’m leaning-sub. That means I rarely dom, and when I do I’m a power bottom — that thing that Jimin did when he gave you instructions on how to dominate him. Being a sub has a lot to do with feeling cherished and taken care of. Some of us are not comfortable with power and responsibilities. Some of us simply like to be told what to do and please. I like doing what Joon tells me to do and do it perfectly the way he wants it to be done, because I know he will praise me and reward me. I know that he loves me regardless of me doing what he wants, but it pleases me immensely to use my submission to show him how far my trust and love for him go. I feel safe when I'm in his hands. And I like punishment, it helps me deal with guilt. When I make a mistake, I always torture myself with guilt and self-hate, but punishment makes me feel like I've made a mistake and I've paid for it. The point is not the punishment, but rather the forgiveness and the sense of atonement afterwards." Vixen spoke with a composed attitude, however her eyes wandered around nervously, as if trying to avoid meeting the others’ gazes.

"In that case the dominant is supposed to be attentive in terms of how far the submissive pushes themself. A sub looking for forgiveness is a sub willing to go further than normal, which means that they might inadvertently reach their breaking point — which shall never happen." Lace highlighted.

"The golden rule is to always leave hungry. There is a fine line between satiety and nausea. The moment you overstep and reach nausea is the moment your sub might hurt themself." Vixen said, tight lipped.

Princess nodded. "I'm glad we can have this conversation. It's not something I can quite talk about with my friends since the whole situation with the boys is pretty delicate. I had to close some of those friendships to keep Jimin safe. I realised I couldn't trust some of those people and I'm glad I realised before it was too late."

Vixen’s leg started bouncing. “Same with Joon. I don’t have that many friends in the city, mostly because of the time abroad and the fact that all of the friends I had by now are married and/or with kids. I couldn’t trust many of them, but you —” she said, gesturing towards Lace, “and when I introduced you to Namjoon I told him you were one of the most discreet people in the world, because you value your privacy and other people’s privacy because of your, uhm, lessons.”

“It feels good to have someone to share this burden with. I’m pretty scared of the tour.” Vixen looked down. The poised young woman seemed to crumble, giving space to an insecure little creature. “We’ve been dating since last November, but our relationship hasn’t really begun until late February. To be honest I’m terrified.”

Both Lace and Princess reached out for her.

“I’m scared.”

“Have you told him?”

“Yes, he knows.” Vixen sparked up for a minute. “We talk a lot. He always asks me how I feel about things. Lately I’ve been spending all my time away from work with him. It’s been… maybe three days since I last went back to my apartment. And in the last month or so I’ve slept alone maybe three or four nights. I don’t know what I’ll do when he’s away.” Vixen’s eyes welled up with tears before she smiled classily and recomposed herself. “But that’s not relevant.”

“It is, baby.” Princess rubbed her shoulder. “You have my number. You can reach out to me anytime.”

“I’ll be there too, you know. I know I’m not your Big Bear, but I can cook and I’m an excellent vintage movie marathon partner.” Lace rubbed the other shoulder, catching the few tears that had fallen. This was a further confirmation that Namjoon was the right man for Vixen: he had reached out to Lace a few weeks after they had been introduced, asking her if it was cool if he asked her updates on Vixen during the tour, mostly because he knew she would put up her strong, charming face in front of him, but secretly she would be worrying over his absence. That brought them close; it felt good to create this safety net for Vixen and it felt even better to know her in the hands of a man worthy of her, attentive despite his busy schedule and strong work ethic.

“Thank you, girls. That’s really sweet of you.”

“You’re the one who made this possible,” said Princess, gesturing to the three of them sitting at the table together. “I owe you. And I reckon this is a good time to make amends for not making friends with you in high school.” Princess laughed. “We’ll all need each other. We could have a group chat with Jin’s girlfriend too. Plus Jimin mentioned Yoongi is seeing someone.”

“Yes, Namjoon mentioned too. I’ve heard she’s a lawyer. He’s got this insanely huge crush on her.” Vixen giggled. “I haven’t met her yet but I’ve heard they were supposed to go out tonight.”

“Maybe we’ll see her at the next gathering.” Princess wondered. “I must admit I’m curious.”

“I am too.”

Lace felt a bit out of the conversation. “Me and Taehyung have been texting.”

Vixen blinked and turned to her. “What?” She had this face that read perfect confusion. “How long? And you’ve never told me? I mean, I gave him your number but I didn’t—”

“It’s because I haven’t been really taking him into consideration until recently.” Lace replied. “Normally I would reply to him with small texts, just to avoid sounding rude.”

“You mean to tell me you have Taehyung wrapped around your little finger — Kim Heartthrob Taehyung — and you weren’t even interested? Have you been doing drugs too?” Vixen looked outraged. “Fucking insane.” She shook her head.

“You know me. I value my privacy. Do you know how fucking un-private it is to potentially date that man? What if they find out about my extracurriculars?” Lace pointed out.

Vixen exhaled and formed a tight-lipped smile.

“Don’t give me the disappointed mom look.” Lace replied. “Plus I’m the same age as you, you have no right to turn judgemental.”

“Of course.” Vixen nodded. “Your safety first, love.”

“It’s just that I want to, but I can barely imagine how fucked up that could be.”

Princess breathed out. “Jimin and I have been extremely private about us and me being so close to the press means I am risking so much.” Princess opened her arms wide. “But it would take a catastrophe to take him away from me.”

“Give him a chance. Tell him about everything outright and let him choose. He’ll take his chance. Don’t choose for him.” Vixen pointed out. “That’s how I did with Joon. We talked and clearly said ‘this is what I need and what I can give, can you comply? Are you okay with it?’ It’s a bit of a bet, but I think the prospect of gain outweighs the actual risk of it.”

Lace nodded. “And then there’s the tour.”

Vixen and Princess nodded. Vixen tried to keep her insecurity and jealousy at bait. All those girls drooling over him, all those female staff members travelling with him. She propped her elbows on the table and pressed her forehead against her palms, her lovely hair falling forward.

Princess, sitting beside her, rubbed her back. “What if you just give him one date. Tell him your situation both about your, uhm— hobby and your emotional state. I’m sure he will understand. His emotional intelligence is impressive.” Princess stated, nodding, her hand still rubbing Vixen’s spine.

“He’s the kind of man I would gladly be a sucker for.” Lace explained. “I knew I was a dom since I was eighteen, but Jesus, I know I would sub for him.” Vixen seemed to awaken at that comment. “I’ve seen his stages. He is insane.” Lace bit her lip. “But I need time to trust him. And it would feel useless to get cosy with him only to have him leave for the tour.”

“Just tell him.” Vixen encouraged her. “He will surely work with you on a compromise.”

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Are you okay?” Lace checked in on Vixen.

“Yup. Just a sudden jealousy rush.”

Lace frowned. “He would never. Don’t worry about that.” Lace cocked her head to the side. “He worships the ground you step on.”

“Girls throw thems—”

“He throws himself at you.” Lace remarked. “Plus he loves you. You love him. That’s all that matters. He gave you the passcode to his house, basically made you move in, what else do you need? I bet he’d gladly handcuff himself to you if you asked kindly enough.” Lace joked.

“Scratch that ‘kindly enough’. He’d cuff himself to you without you even asking.” Princess remarked.

“Can we move back to the BDSM introductory lessons?” Vixen asked, shaking her head, but with a tiny smile on her face.

Lace saw that was a good sign. Princess smiled beside her. “Okay, I’ll go with my request. I know I told you I wanted to get to know more of impact play and if we could focus on that...”

“Yes, I get where you’re headed. Let’s get it. But we’ll need a clean table for this.” Lace explained.

“Let’s do this.” Princess stood up from the table, beginning to clean up everything. It took the girls only a couple minutes to get rid of dirty dishes, empty boxes, the glasses and the soju. Even the fruit basket the guests had bought was moved on the kitchen counter.

“Do you have any sanitizer, perhaps?” Lace asked.

“Isn’t it better if we move to the sofa?” Suggested Vixen. “Use the coffee table?”

Princess shrugged. “Same to me.”

Lace nodded convincedly. “Let’s prep the coffee table. Sorry for the main table.”

Princess shrugged. “Needed to clean it anyways.”

A few minutes later the girls were all sitting around the coffee table, Lace’s bag placed at her side while Vixen occupied her other side, Princess sitting in front of them.

“Let’s do an impact play in depth analysis. What you need is one — a dom, two — a sub, three — optional, — supplies.” Lace listed. “Let’s go a bit at a time. First, the dom. A dom must be sober, lucid. No alcohol, drugs, and most importantly, no impulsive, instinctual emotions. If you’re furious, don’t go there. Violent emotions can cloud your judgement. Don’t let those lead you. Of course you might be angry or aroused, but that must not take the lead. If your anger makes you want to give them fifty spanks, but normally your sub can take twenty, you can negotiate maybe twenty-five. Be judicious, never hungry.”

“Good.” Said Princess, focusing on every single one of Lace’s words.

“Once you’re sure you’re in a coherent, calm mindset, you should negotiate with your sub. Remember: safe, sane, consensual. Safe, in this case, involves that your supplies are clean and cannot hurt your sub, both in terms of cleanliness and state of use. Check for loose threads, scratches on leather that could possibly host bacteria or dirt, splinters in case of wooden devices, porous surfaces. We’ll talk about this more accurately in the supplies section. Sane means to check your mindset and your sub’s mindset. Same rules as before: no alcohol, drugs, violent emotions.”

Vixen made eye contact with Lace, silently requesting permission to speak. “Small note on that, may I?”

Lace nodded.

“Your sub might come to you while being emotionally unstable. They might need you for comfort or atonement. Make sure to heal that emotionally before dealing with it sexually. It means to discuss what caused the upset state of mind in order to identify the real entity of the problem, correct the perception of it and negotiate the atonement.”

“Excellent point.” Replied Lace.

Vixen smiled cutely.

“Can I have an example?” Asked Princess with a frown.

“Of course. Let’s say I fucked up at work, I booked the wrong artwork and the artwork they wanted is no longer available. I manage to find an alternative but I somehow feel like I let down my client. I go home and I am scolding myself because I didn’t deliver what was asked of me. My dom may spot my disappointment or may recognise self-punishment. Also, I might explicitly tell my dom I am not feeling well due to a sense of guilt. This leads to my dom asking me why I am upset or why I am punishing myself. I — along other perfectionists like Jimin — tend to overestimate my mistakes, making them a bigger deal than what they actually are. My dom corrects my perspective through objective analysis, underlines my successful abilities in dealing with the issue and suggests potential improvements on those things I didn’t manage to solve. Perfectionists have a strict inner judge that scolds them and punishes them. Therefore their psych is divided into victim and punisher. This fracture obviously causes discomfort. The dom’s goal is to heal this fracture, especially since the perfectionist’s “punisher” side — so to say — is very strict and usually overestimates the damage and subsequently overestimates the punishment. After correcting the perception of the mistake, the dom gives an appropriate price for atonement.”

“So the goal is to stop the guilt trip mechanism?” Princess asked.

“Yes.” Vixen confirmed. “But this is just one kind of spanking. There are other cases. It can be educational or simply sexual. Educational is when the dom corrects the sub’s behaviour because they violated a rule or an order. In that case it’s mostly dom-initiated—”

“Unless the sub willingly misbehaved to earn a punishment.” Lace added.

“That sounds Jimin.” Princess commented, rubbing her forehead.

Vixen smiled widely.

“That’s not funny, you brat!” Lace scolded her.

“When you find your sub willingly misbehaving, you should talk to them very clearly. Usually they do it to attract attention. Ignoring them might hurt them or bring them to further misbehaviour, which can turn dangerous. I normally recommend conversation.” Lace explained. “Pay attention to them and ask why they broke the rule, what they were trying to get out of it. You can give them the punishment they were asking for — for example if your sub disobeyed because it earns them spanks and they like spanks, you can either give them spanks or punish them with something that they really don’t like, for example edging.”

Princess nodded. “That’s interesting, thank you.”

“Any remark, Vixen?”

She shrugged. “No, I don’t think so.”

“What about sexual spanks?” Princess questioned.

“Those can be incorporated into foreplay. Some people are simply aroused by pain.” Vixen shrugged. “It puts the sub into a vulnerable position, and it underlines a power imbalance. It makes the sub feel smaller, powerless — or almost so — and sometimes humiliated.” Vixen explained.

“Exactly. I would add that it stimulates the circulation of blood to the pelvis region, which means that skin is more sensitive, arousal increases and the whole perception intensifies. It builds trust and sometimes, according to personal history of each sub, it can send them back to childhood memories, mimicking the power imbalance between child and adult who disciplined them. It has strong disciplinary and educational value, back to the punishment scene.”

“Oh, about punishment!” Vixen exclaimed. “We forgot the most important part of it all. But it refers to all sorts of spanking, to be true. Negotiation. Once you have identified the fault, tell your sub how many hits there will be, how you will deliver them and with which instrument, which position they will have to assume. Repeat safewords. Make sure that they agree fully to every detail of the spanking. If they do not agree to some parts, ask to find a compromise, a middle ground between your and their needs. Once you have the green light, you can talk your sub through the whole experience as the scene actually develops. Once you are done with the scene, say a code phrase that means that the scene has finished.”

“Okay, me and Jimin did this stuff our first time trying this.” Princess confirmed.

“Wonderful. Was it a positive experience? Did you have any uncertainties, questions?”

“It was a very positive experience, both in mine and his opinion. We talked it out the morning after, since I preferred to have some time to elaborate my personal feelings about the scene”

“That’s okay. As a dom you can experience mixed feelings, especially after a first scene, with activities that are usually misjudged by society”. Lace explained, gently patting Princess’ hand on top of the table.

“I think that Jimin’s positive reaction and guidance helped me feeling positive about the whole scene. He was truly supportive through all of it.” Princess smiled softly.

“That’s a good partner. Both for life and for play”. Lace smiled herself, glad that Princess’ first experience went well.

“There were very deep emotions of care and support and love during the whole scene. A kind of affection and vulnerability I had never experienced with anyone else. I hope I can go there again with him, but next time I want to be more reliable and secure and experienced. I thought that a general introduction, especially about supplies, could help me, since Jimin was interested in that.”

“Okay, let’s just finish the general intro. We were saying safe, sane and consensual. Safe means toys, safewords and aftercare supplies. Sane means both parties know what they’re doing, the dom is aware of the sub’s mental space. Consensual means negotiation about number of blows, technique, position and eventually toys. Make sure that your sub always knows about the motive of the spanking. The natural response, especially to pain, is ‘why’. Make sure they know. Eventually, remind them. Once more remind them of safewords and the final sentence.”

“Do not ever stop unless they safeword.” Vixen said. “If they repeatedly tell you to stop, remind them they have their safewords if they want to. As a sub I’ve said both ‘stop’ and ‘why’ at least a hundred time during a spanking. ‘Stop’ and similar are pretty recurrent. Just say ‘You know your safeword, love’. If they really need them, they will use them, trust me. Just remind them all the time. You could maybe need to slow down, make sure that they aren’t panicking and they do actually remember their words.”

“Yes, that’s right.” Lace confirmed before turning to Vixen. “Have you been studying?” She joked.

“I’ve been reading lately.” Vixen confirmed, with a very happy smile on her face.

Lace mirrored her expression. She knew Vixen had been pushed into quitting BDSM activities by her ex boyfriend. Knowing that she was finally back to something she liked, something she was comfortable with made her happy. “I’m glad you’re back on track, sweetie.”

“Thank you.” Vixen closed the small exchange with Lace.

“Once a scene is closed, your sub might have different responses. They might ask to be left alone. In that case, make sure that healing supplies are ready for their self care. Remind them to check for abrasions. If the skin is damaged on a surface level — that means it is not only bruised, but also broken — you will need disinfectant and probably band aids.” Lace explained.

“But that happens rarely, right?” Vixen asked.

“With average spanking, that is quite rare. Normally you need specific instruments specifically meant to cause abrasions.”

“Like canes and spiked toys?”

“Yes, but not only those. I’ve seen pretty heavy damage caused by an apparently regular flogger.” Lace commented, shuddering at the memory.

Vixen blinked, a bit shocked. “Okay, back to aftercare.”

“Yeah,” said Princess, exhaling and looking away.

“So, unless your sub wants you to leave, you stay around. Provide for them. Rub lotion first. Some subs store specific lotion for this kind of stuff. To ease the burn, the sting, or lessen the bruises.”

Vixen interrupted. “I must say, most of us like the bruises and the reminder-sting, so they don’t really do much about it. Still, it depends on how far you’ve gone and how the sub feels. Usually, my favourites are a cold cloth, lotion and if I went particularly far maybe a painkiller. Normally herbal lotion and muscle relaxant are an excellent solution. They’re softer and safer, especially since you never know how a sub might react to medicines. As usual, make sure that whatever you use on them is safe. Let them prepare their usual medication. Make sure you have plenty of time to ascertain that they are emotionally stable. Do not leave them alone unless they request so, and tendentially it is good etiquette to stay in proximity, in case they change their mind.”

“Thank you so much for all the head ups.” Princess said, true gratitude shining all over her face. “I feel more comfortable knowing that we followed those lines during the first time too. It’s not something absurd. Youjust really need to use your common sense.”

Vixen nodded. “Being smart sure helps, but it’s not everything. You can only truly learn it by making it a routine.”

“You mean practice?” Princess questioned.

Lace nodded. “Yes. Once you actually start practicing, you’ll immediately find out your forte and potential weaknesses. Be comfortable with those: you can ask us or look it up on the guide, or on BDSM blogs. I can send you reliable sources, if need be. I would say you can reach out to my dungeon, it is a safe and discreet environment, but I fully understand your position, and I get that you might prefer to have a private approach to this. You can eventually book personal appointments with an expert. Those normally include non-disclosure agreements and Jimin could be protected from the public eye, as far as it can go.” Lace explained. “We have had many, many clients who have requested so. It would be perfectly normal.”

Princess thought about it and nodded. “I’ll discuss it with Jimin.”

“Perfect. As you can see the key to this is communication.”

“Indeed.” Confirmed Princess.

“Now, let’s get down to the actual business.” Lace opened the bag but left all the contents inside. “Impact play can happen on different parts of the body. Vixen?” Lace called.

Vixen stood up gingerly.

“Tie your hair, doll.” Lace reminded her.

The woman fished a ribbon from her pocket and did a soft ponytail.

“Good. I’ll show you.” Lace fished out a long, silky bag from her weekender; untying the ribbon, she pushed her hand in and extracted a long stick. A cane, Princess corrected herself.

Lace didn’t pay much attention. Its purpose was that of a pointing stick at that moment. “Number one, the derrière.” Vixen turned and Lace let the wooden instrument hover over the girl’s ass. “You know what to do to hit here?”

“Find the tailbone and place your non-dominant hand over it to protect it. Alternate sides, rub between a spank and another. Hit the lower region, far from the nerves up high. Where the flesh swells, that’s where I can hit. Also the back of the thighs.”

“Excellent. That’s all.” Lace congratulated. “Other spots are the back of the legs, more precisely the back of the knees and the calves. However, knees are delicate, so you can only deliver delicate blows with a restricted selection of toys. I would not recommend it. The back of the calves also offer a limited selection of toys, but it is slightly safer to go there. Still, the surface is limited and the knees and ankles are close. The risk of missing your target is high. Since you’re a beginner I would not go there.”

Princess nodded. “What kind of toys can I use?”

“We’ll cover that later. For now let’s just run through anatomy.” Lace answered calmly. “Are you good, Vixen?”

“Yup.” The other replied.

“Perfect. Turn to your side profile.” Lace asked and Vixen quickly provided.

Lace pressed the cane in a line connecting the peaks of each of Vixen’s glutes. “From here—” she moved all the way down to her mid thighs “— to here it’s good. The peak to the midthigh.”

“Great. Got it.” Princess replied. “There are other places? Like…?”

“Would you like to talk?” Lace asked Vixen. “You're the expert.”

“May I?” She asked.

“Of course, sweetie. You’re the expert in this.”

Princess raised an eyebrow at the comment, but still she stayed focused. To say she was intrigued was a big understatement.

Vixen’s sweet voice began speaking. “Other than the backside, as we’ve just mentioned, there are other spots that can be involved in impact play. While the back of the thighs and the butt can stand harsher beatings with almost all toys intended for impact play, other areas are more sensitive, more delicate or consist in a smaller expanse of skin, therefore they shall be treated differently. Both the palms and the back of the hands, just like the soles of the feet can be involved, especially when matched with instruments with a smaller surface of beating, like a slapper, a riding crop and a cane — for example. They shall be treated lightly, since they have lots of nerve endings, bones and tendons exposed.”

“What’s a leather strap?” Princess asked.

Lace lifted a finger as a sign to wait, before digging her other hand in her bag and extracting a small device, of maybe twentyish centimetres of length and five or six of width; she placed it on the table to let Princess observe it. “Handle and slappers.” She pointed. “Very noisy, actually pretty innocuous. The leather bits slap against each other and create a single impact that sounds like a double.”

“It sounds scary, though.” Vixen noted. It always made her blood curl in her veins, the heavy smack turning into a torturous feel as the hit didn’t match the noise. Fear worked, but the sensation didn’t. It was not something she liked, usually.

Lace nodded. “I haven’t used it much. Usually people like the cane on the back of the hands. Because of old school punishments.” Lace explained.

“Right. Thanks.” Princess nodded.

Vixen waited for a sign before moving on. Once she had both women’s attention, she proceeded. ”Thighs are generally all good, if they’re fleshy and plump enough. Make sure that you don’t go too hard when hitting close to private parts. While a vulva can handle a fair bit, the penis is generally more delicate in the structure. Thighs can handle all toys, just like the ass. Paddles, slappers, straps, riding crops, whips and canes. For private parts I recommend the riding crop.” Vixen smiled politely.

Princess interrupted. “The strap is that kind of… like?” She gestured a long and thin rectangle with her hands, looking for words.

“It looks like a belt bent in two, with a handle. Maybe I have it…” She rummaged in her bag. “No. Sorry. I think I left it at home.”

Princess waved her hands. “Don’t worry, that’s okay, I think I visualised it pretty well.” She smiled. “There’s more?” Princess said, marvelled as Vixen began talking again.

“Well, yes. Oh, first a small warning — before I forget. You must absolutely stay away from the belly and the stomach. Same for the lower back.” Vixen showed the various spots on her body with precise gestures of her hands. “Too many vulnerable organs left unprotected there.” She took a small pause and then moved on.

“Some people can handle hits on their shoulders and upper back, where the internal organs are protected by the ribcage and other bone structures; however I would talk with a professional about that kind of scene since you need to flawlessly master advanced equipment — people tendentially use whips and similar, or the strap.” Vixen stopped for a second, looking at Lace as if asking whether she had anything more to ask. Lace shook her head, inviting the other woman to proceed.

“Now, about delicate parts: some people like being slapped in the face, but then again, that must be clearly stated in the negotiations. I’d say you should only use hands, but maybe I’m projecting.”

“In four years, I’ve only used and seen other use hands. Also, riding crops, but usually that’s just to direct head movements or to pat the face, rather than slapping it.”

Vixen nodded. “Great. About interesting stuff, nipples can be gently stimulated with small, very delicate pats. Riding crops are excellent for this use. Also slappers. Maybe canes in some cases.” — Lace did a so-and-so motion with her head. Vixen continued, — “Some people can go very hard on nipples and technically — just like with the butt — women who have bigger breasts can stand more intense stimulation”.

“Oh, that yes. You can use, as usual, riding crops, but also paddles, straps and whips — if you’re experienced.” Lace added.

Princess nodded with an interested expression. She could mention that to Jimin. Imagining him with a riding crop, standing at the side of the bed, rubbing the leather bit against her nipples before whipping them harshly had her losing focus for a second, taking in a big breath and biting her lip.

Vixen grinned. She could practically read the other woman’s thoughts. “For women with smaller breasts and men, I would say to stay on the more gentle side for the first few sessions and eventually — once you know each other and once you know your sub’s pain threshold — you can get more heavy-handed, so to say. As I said before female private parts can handle pretty harsh whippings, especially since arousal tends to make the labia plumper and therefore protect the skin better. Still, you should start slow and work your way up. Male crotch area is a lot more delicate, however the shaft can take a medium-intense whipping. I recommend riding crops and small leather straps.”

Lace raised her eyebrows at Vixen with a proud grin. “Nothing to add. This should be all.”

“Wow.” Princess was a bit excited. If Jimin had looked that good with a few spanks, she could only imagine what he would do once she got more experienced and learned what actually drove him crazy.

“That’s a lot of stuff, I know.” Lace reassured her.

“I’m actually excited. Like, it sounds very interesting. There’s a lot of trust and knowing each other. I really like that. I think it brings the partners very close.”

Vixen nodded. “It does.”

Princess bit her lip. “I don’t want to pry but… Do you do all of that?” She looked at Vixen with a slight blush.

The woman giggled. “Not anymore, no.” She took a meditative pause, like she was reminiscing something. It felt strange that a girl so young could feel so old every now and then. That dark cloud that obscured Vixen’s doll-like traits disappeared, leaving only a fond grin in tow. “Now I do the bits I like best.” She grinned.

Lace looked at her with a bit of worry before smiling again.

“Before we actually start with tools I need to make sure that you know all you need about aftercare and drops.” Lace said seriously.

“Yes, please.” Princess said. “May I recap what we said about aftercare?”

“Yes, sure.” Lace invited her.

“Prepare the stuff before. Check for abrasions: if there are, then disinfectant and band aids. Next cold cloth, lotion and eventually painskiller. Use medicines that my sub takes regularly. Make sure that they’re okay emotionally. If they want me to leave, I do, but I stay close.”

“Amazing. Quick learner.” Lace cheered.

“Those were also in the book.” Princess commented, diminishing her feat. “Plus I did it already. Sort of.”

“I’ve seen people take weeks to put all of that together. You did a good job, stop doubting yourself.” Lace corrected her. God, these two insecure creatures would be the death of her.

“Aftercare is not only physical, but mostly emotional. If your sub wants you close, cuddle them. Jimin looks like the type to want cuddles and reassurance afterwards. Make sure you give plenty. Would you like to explain the drop Vixen?”

“Yes, of course.” Vixen intervened before addressing Princess. “I always like to talk about this subject because it can affect anyone, without any need to get involved in BDSM. ًWhen experiencing an orgasm, our bodies produce an incredible quantity of hormones that make us literally ecstatic. What happens sometimes, especially after long or intense scenes is that our bodies get high on these hormones, experiencing a sense of withdrawal once the rush is over. Such withdrawal, so to say, can cause pretty intense sadness that can lead to numbness, indifference, or even hate and depressive or aggressive behaviours. A good way to slow down this sadness is providing the body with other hormones that usually calm us and relax us. Cuddles and sugars usually are a good way to help the body produce oxytocin — commonly named ‘the hormone of happiness’. It’s the same hormone that spikes when mothers are breastfeeding their babies.” Vixen smiled fondly.

“This is incredible.” Princess said, completely amused. “So cuddles heal both the sub and the dom, I assume.”

“I think so, yes. Usually I’m the cuddler while Joon is the cuddlee during aftercare. Both subs and doms can experience the drop since both suffer the shift in hormones. It’s really about mutual care. Usually though, there are people who suffer more.” Vixen commented.

Lace spoke shyly. “Once I went so hard on a sub that I felt awful with myself after the scene was done.” Lace said. The silence felt heavy, like in some part of her mind Lace was still seeing that scene. “Usually the dom is expected to give the sub water, sweets and a cozy blanket — water for the body fluids, sweets for rebalancing the sugars after an intense effort and the blanket for emotional safety. I remember that one time the sub used the aftercare kit on me. It took me almost an hour to get back on a neutral state of mind.” It was Lace’s turn to be comforted. As Vixen rubbed her friend’s back, Princess spoke.

“So I might experience guilt and sadness afterwards and that’s normal?”

As Lace was still thinking, Vixen spoke up. “It happens, though usually, if your partner reassures you and supports you properly, you should be able to deal with it together with quite some ease. I myself have shouted slurs at my dom in the past during punishment, but that is because pain or anger make you do that. I may have sent him into a drop once, and since that time I always make sure that I praise and cuddle my dom once the scene is over. It’s important that you remind yourself that what is said during an intense scene is due to the sub’s sensations in that moment, therefore you shouldn’t give it much importance. Still, once you have your post-session chat you have every right to say ‘that hurt me, please don’t do that again’. It’s etiquette.” Vixen said with a serious note.

Princess nodded. “So cuddles, water, sweets and a good comfort blanket.”

“Normally, yes.” Vixen replied. “Sometimes shower or bath together, wash your partner clean or have them wash you. For some people physical cleanliness is also spiritual cleanliness. It eases the mind from whatever ‘dirty thing’ you’ve done during the scene. The rest is really what you would normally do during self-care, but with your sub. Facemask? Junk food? Lotion? Massage? Tea? Whatever you like as long as you do it with affection.”

Princess nodded. “This is really helpful. I just need to do anything that Jimin likes, and do it with him.”

“Yes, if he wants you close — which I assume he does, knowing the two of you.” Vixen smiled.

Lace added her own contribution. “If possible, remember to schedule a post-session chat. Whenever it feels comfortable. Normally you wait until all parties have fully recovered before saying ‘let’s talk about it together’, but some subs are already okay talking about it during aftercare. Just make sure that you know how your sub felt about the stuff that you did together, and that you tell them how you felt yourself. This is not one-sided. Power imbalance is limited to the scene: once you’re done, You’re equal again — that’s why a final sentence is necessary. It breaks the power imbalance and repristinates equality. All parties are equally entitled to support and communication.” Lace said, making sure that Princess grasped the concept. That’s where most couples went wrong: communicating.

“Thank you girls.” Princess said gently. “Thank you for the insights, and for your personal experiences.”

“You’re welcome.” Lace said heartily before grinning. “Now, let’s discuss supplies.”

Vixen cheered with a small ‘yes’ at which Lace replied murmuring ‘painslut’, chuckling playfully.

“Let’s start with these.” Lace showed her hands, letting the sleeves of her shirt fall a little, exposing her wrists. “These are your main instruments.” She showed the palms, then the backs. “You can use them everywhere. You can use your whole palm, flat, for a sting and cupped for a thud.”

“What’s that?” Princess asked.

“Vixen.” Lace called.

“A sting is when it prickles and bites, a thud is when it reverberates and goes deeper. You go with a quick, fleeting swat when you go for a sting—the palm must be flat and there must be a bit of wrist game. To deliver a thud, you should let your hand cup slightly and hit hard, keeping your hand pressed where you hit. It’s a matter of angle and speed.” Vixen replied readily, as if she were being asked what is two and two.

Princess grinned and nodded. “I see. Jimin mentioned something about it, but I don’t remember clearly. Which one hurts the most?” Princess asked Vixen.

“Well, it depends. It’s a different kind of pain and it depends on one’s sensitivity. Personally I prefer thuds, because usually it’s the muscle taking most of the impact, in case of traditional, over-the-knee butt spankings. Stings make my eyes water a little, because it hits a smaller area of skin with more pressure. But it really depends on what your sub feels.”

“It is all in the way it is delivered.” Lace stated.

Vixen bit her lip, nodding, and moved on.

“Hands can be also used to slap the face, as we said,— that should be especially clarified during negotiation — but also nipples and genitalia. Also, thighs, calves, hands and feet — though in some cases they might be too mild. Always remember that it is good manners to try the toys on yourself first, especially if it’s a toy you’ve never used before. Get familiar with its weight and density and grip, so you know how it affects you before affecting your sub. Make sure to start slow and eventually intensify, always asking your sub if they’re okay in the first place. Be careful with your sub’s pain threshold: since you don’t have direct perception of how much you’re hurting them, try to increase force and pattern a bit at a time.” Lace explained.

Princess felt sure about the directions. Common sense and the guide told her the same things, which reassured her about the fact that she would remember all the complicated passages. Sure, it would be easier to have an actual practical exercise.

But for now she would make do.

“You ready for the next?”

“Yes.” Vixen replied.

Lace tutted. “The question was not meant for you, menace.” She said, reprimanding a grinning Vixen.

Princess cackled. “Sure.”

Lace picked up another object from her bag. “Here we have a paddle. It can have different shapes and textures. Some contain small indentations, or even spikes. The main features are the handle.” She showed the part. “And a flat surface, used to hit the sub. In terms of tenacity and resistance, mine has a hardwood interior covered in a leather exterior. Oh, and it’s branded.” She showed a red leather heart sewn onto the black leather cover. “It leaves a mark.” Lace smiled cutely. “Best used on wide, fleshy surfaces. Questions?”

Princess shook her head. “Oh, yeah. How much is it?”

Lace twisted the object in her hands. “A good one is around thirty five thousand won or so. If you want something that lasts and that is actually covered in true leather, the price might be higher. I could recommend a shop that sells excellent gear.”

“Thank you. Also, you said it comes in different shapes.”

“Yes. A dom in my dungeon has a pretty extravagant one in a cherry shape.”

“With a double sting?” Vixen asks, eyes almost glittering.

“Yup.”

“Amazing. I had spotted it once but I never bought it. Maybe I’ll have it commissioned.” She mused.

“Joon would?” Lace asked, eyebrows raised.

Vixen shrugged. “I just need to be good — or bad — enough.”

“See, darling, this is a brat.” Lace addressed Princess, pointing at the other girl in the room. “Their anatomy is five percent manners, five percent playfulness and ninety percent utterly smart evil.”

Vixen smiled before cocking her head to the side prettily. “Yes, that’s me.”

Princess bit her lip and smiled. Vixen was a lot more interesting than she thought. All those cute manners and polished looks could not entirely shade the dark magnetism of her eyes. She would pay good money to see what ruckus she could cause with Namjoon in the bedroom. And it would be even more interesting to see what poised, calm Lace could do to teach her how to behave.

Lace put her paddle down before fishing something else from inside her bag. “For tonight let’s cover only the basics. I’ll keep more lowkey devices for another time. Or maybe I could show you what I have and you ask me about what looks interesting to you.”

Princess nodded. “That would be lovely. Plus I’m sure you’ll have to get back to Joon since he’ll want to see you before they leave tomorrow.” Princess asked Vixen.

“I don’t know if I’ll see him— oh, that one looks lovely!” She said, looking at a riding crop from Lace’s collection and distracting herself with it. “Yeah, I told him he should stay at the dorms and rest. His week has been hectic with all the briefings for the press conferences and tv shows.” Vixen explained as she picked up the crop, studying the red, heart-shaped bit.

“Yeah, I figure. Jimin and I are meeting for an early breakfast tomorrow, before they leave.” Princess explained.

Vixen’s fleeting gaze moved away. She seemed visibly unsettled. Still, her mood changed once more as she collected Lace’s paddle from the coffee table, the other woman not even noticing one of her devices had attracted Vixen’s attention.

Vixen rolled it in her palm a couple times, shifting it to feel the weight distribution and the texture.

Princess looked at how she studied the object, carefully taking in every detail. Vixen’s perfectionism showed in that exact moment, in the undisturbed, slow way she felt every ridge and stitch with her fingers. If she could think of an adjective it was ‘thorough’, in the first place. ‘Sensual’ in the second.

Raising an eyebrow and biting her lip, Vixen opened her free hand, lifted the paddle and delivered a heavy thwack.

A shiver ran down Princess’s spine. She could almost feel how Jimin would moan after a smack like that.

Lace turned around, looking at Vixen. “Like it?”

Vixen simply nodded with a wicked smile. “Do you know what wood it is?”

“Not sure, possibly birch or cherry tree. Soft wood but very elastic.” Lace sat upright as she was done taking out all of her collection.

“And the leather is splinter-proof.” Vixen commented.

Lace hummed in confirmation. “See anything interesting, Princess?”

Princess creased her brow. “What about the riding crop?”

Vixen smiled mischievously as Lace wrapped her palm around the handle, lifting the object. “Here. This is a personal riding crop. It has been commissioned specifically for me. It’s my favourite and somehow my brand.” She smiled fondly as she studied it. “However, I would say one should never grow fond of a vulnerable thing such as a riding crop. They break fairly easily. Anyway — the general traits of a riding crop are the shaft, the handle and the tip. In terms of length, I normally recommend minimum sixty centimeters, to increase flexibility and impact strength. The shaft should be elastic, but not too much or it loses impact strength and a submissive usually doesn’t want the whoosh without the smash.”

Vixen giggled at her side.

“What is that?” Princess asked, frowning.

Opening her palm, Lace calculated the distance and whipped the leather bit hard against the soft flesh at the base of the thumb. Princess clearly recognised the sound of air whistling before she hit her skin with a thin clap. “That’s what I meant.”

Princess nodded with eager eyes, keeping an amused silence.

“Fiberglass is a good material for beginners. If you’re buying one in person — which I recommend for the first time — make sure that it can make a forty-five degree angle when you bend the tip towards the handle. A forty to fifty degrees with a fair amount of resistance means it’s flexible enough, just make sure that it’s not too close to the breaking point. The handle is normally made of leather or very good rubber to improve the grip. Some cheap riding crops — also, the ones not intended for BDSM purposes — come with a strap to slip your wrist into. I recommend you don’t use the strap or that you remove it completely because first, you shouldn’t need it and second, you should avoid everything that keeps you from interrupting the scene and comforting your sub as quickly as possible. Sometimes even a couple seconds can be very important when it comes to subdrop. Remember this at all time, in all scenes. Remove everything that could keep you from helping your sub.”

“Okay. But if my riding crop falls?”

Lace smiled darkly. “Trust me dear, you’ll hold on to that as if it were the sceptre of England.” Princess laughed. “And if it falls, it’s usually a sign of poor mastering of your tools. Train yourself. You can use a dense pillow to learn the variety of strokes that a crop can deliver. It can be used for sensation play, simply rubbing your sub’s skin, caressing it, spending some time to arouse them before the whipping starts—”

Vixen purred at that.

Princess thought of Jimin biting his plump lips, eyelids fluttering at the gentle touch of the leather tickling his body.

“Are you with me?” Lace called for Princess’ attention, an amused grin on her face. Lace almost wanted to congratulate her for staying focused for so long.

“Yeah, just — thinking.”

Lace exhaled and wore a grin on her face. “I get that. Let me just finish this and we can take a pause. The tip is the important part of the crop. Mine has a fancy, heart-shaped tip, however, the best standard ones have triangular or rectangular tips that are a couple fingers wide on the very tip and restrict around the head of the stick.”

“Sounds nice.” Princess said.

“It is.” Vixen mused. “As Lace said, riding crops aren’t excessively difficult to use, if one has the patience to learn the basics and take some time to experiment. They can offer plenty of freedom to the dom in terms of use since they can be incredibly harsh, but also extremely light and gentle. You can use them on most spanking areas: breasts and nipples, feet, thighs, ass, shoulders and genitals, both male and female. Also the face, if you’re being light-handed enough.”

“Jesus, you’re wicked.” Lace snickered.

Vixen shrugged. “Says you.”

Princess looked at the exchange quite amused. “Okay. I think I got it. Oh, isn’t that a flogger?”

“Yes, it is. But that is for your sophomore lessons. For now, let’s stick to the beginner deals.” Lace said, slowing down Princess’ enthusiasm.

“Oh.” The other answered, taken aback.

“The bigger the toy, the more difficult it is to use it. Floggers, also called multi-tailed whips, are unpredictable because the whips are really flexible, usually made of leather, and very light. You must have excellent wrist flexibility and great spatial awareness. Once you can use your crop with your eyes closed, then you can consider learning the basics of flogging.”

“Okay. I assume canes and that fancy thing over there are off-limit too.” Princess noticed.

“Isn’t that a cat-o-nine-tales?” Vixen said, wide eyed. “It’s been years since I last saw one. Since my training.” Vixen shivered. “He had silver studs on the tips.”

“Did he ever use it on you?” Lace asked, very serious.

“Once. I didn’t speak to him for a week afterwards.” Vixen said, gaze empty. “I’ve never seen one like that in my life, though. Are those flowers?”

“Yes.They have a silver bead in the middle with some petals around it. The effect is very unusual, or so I’ve been told.” Lace answered with a chuckle. “It was a gift from one of my students. Lovely girl. Kinkier than hell.” Lace smiled and took the toy. “See. Those are meant to hurt. Mark or scar even, in some cases.” She showed the appendage to Princess.

“I don’t like that.” She replied with tiny hesitance.

“The cane is also a vicious one.” Lace suggested.

“The first time I safeworded was with a cane.” Vixen said with a meditative smile. “It hurts like hell. Normally I can take around forty to fifty spanks. I couldn’t handle ten with a cane.”

“I don’t think I like that either. My favourite so far are the paddle and the riding crop. I think Jimin likes the paddle, or at least the idea of it. The riding crop is… for personal reasons.”

“Excellent choice.” Lace grabbed a glass of water and drank, easing her mouth and throat after all the talking. “A riding crop can really gratify a dom at their first experience. You can study it, if you want to.” Lace encouraged Princess to hold the toy and look at it from up close.

Princess thanked her before lifting the crop from the table. “It’s very light.”

“Indeed. It’s a lot lighter than a paddle, that’s why it’s a personal favourite to most female doms. Plus it can be used to praise and to punish, making it a tool of great versatility.”

Princess studied the handle, with a thick leather band wrapped around the stick to grant a good grip. Lace, previously standing, bent down behind Princess. “The leather has been treated so to reduce any slipping.” She corrected Princess’ grip around the handle, placing her hand wrapped tight around it and fixing her thumb. “Like this.” Next, she placed the tip on the flat of the opposite hand. “Always make sure that there are no loose stitches here. Make sure that the spot where the tip meets the stick isn’t rough or hard or juts out in a way that could cut the skin.” She fingered the spot, tracing it. “Also remember to check the flexibility, see?” Lace made Princess’ fingers wrap around that spot, making her push it towards the butt of the handle. The sensation was extremely elastic, with a bit of give still, but far more resistance. “That is good elasticity for a versatile crop. Try it on your forearm.” She suggested, pushing Princess’ shirt upwards.

A bit hesitant, Princess lifted her dominant arm up. Lace corrected her stance, repositioning her elbow. “You only need to do a slight rotation of your forearm for now. Keep your elbow still and smack your forearm down, like you were arm wrestling but with more snap.”

Princess nodded, her eyes closing before she let her arm snap. First she heard the ‘whoosh’ of the stick cut through the air, and then the snapping sound, like a dry cracking.

“Good one. Did it hurt?”

Princess tutted. “Not too bad. The bite was pleasing.”

The sound awakened Vixen from her trance. She had been staring at the paddle for a few minutes, thinking.

“Try using it feather-light now. Like it was a make-up brush on your skin.” Lace placed the tip of the crop on Princess skin with the lightest pressure, the touch so soft that the tip didn’t even bend a little to accommodate the skin. It was simply lingering, grazing.

“I really like it. I think I’d love to own one.” Princess said enthusiastically. “Would you come with me if I go buy one?” She looked up to her friend.

“Yes, sure. You have my number, we can arrange someday this week, or whenever you like it.” Lace smiled genuinely. Her cheeks puffed up in round apples.

“I think you should check on Vixen.” She whispered.

The girl was being too quiet. It meant she was thinking. Overthinking, if Lace knew her friend well.

“Are you okay?” Lace moved towards Vixen, looking at her vacant stare, her skittish mood and the insecure nibbling on her lower lip.

“Yeah, I was just thinking...” Vixen replied, still unfocused from her surroundings. “I don’t know if Princess is okay with this. It’s her home, after all.”

“What is it?” Asked the other one, immediately alarmed.

“Would it be awkward if we tried a small simulation? Not a scene, just an exercise. For practice.” Vixen proposed. “If you’re all okay with it.”

Lace studied Vixen’s expression. “What about Namjoon?”

“I could ask him. I think he’s awake, I’ll text him. Ask him if it’s okay with him. This is nothing sexual. It’s just for learning purposes.” Vixen shrugged.

A part of Princess’ brain was already seeing it happen, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. “If it’s not too much of a bother, I think it would be really helpful to me if you and Lace tried. I don’t think I want to do it myself, but I’d like to watch.” She admitted.

“Are you in the right mindset to do this, sweetie?” Lace asked. “You’ve been on mood swings the whole night. Are you sure?” Lace asked, seriously concerned.

“Yes, I’m sure. Trust me,” Vixen said, reassuring her friend with a kind smile. “I just need to ask Joon.”

Lace thought about it. Doing such a thing with Vixen of course could be extremely helpful to Princess, showing her how a scene worked, however Vixen’s mood swings suggested that she was looking for reassurance, that she was hoping someone would literally spank her negative thoughts out of her. She probably wanted Namjoon instead of Lace, but maybe this mechanism of simulation and education was what she needed to rein in her insecurities. Vixen was a smart woman, extremely aware of her emotions and the mechanisms to handle them. Lace decided. “Okay. Call him.”

“Let me grab my purse, then.” Vixen stood up and reached for her phone at the dining table. “Thank you”, she said to Lace before unlocking her phone and finding Namjoon’s number on her shortcuts.

“Put it on speaker.” Lace told her.

The three women waited expectantly as the ringing echoed through the small room — Lace with cold ice settling in her veins, Princess with ebullient anticipation and curiosity, Vixen with a certain emptiness in her gaze, her free hand toying with the small pendant laying between her collarbones while she rubbed the flat of her upper chest.

The ringing stopped, followed by a couple seconds of silence.

“Hello?”

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Part two here

[allonsysilvertongue]

Always Done What You Say

This was how it began - Tony Stark had called on Peter Parker for a mission while he was out with May except the mission did not end the way anyone imagined or hoped it would, and now Peter's life has been pulled out from under him.

A/N:  Hello! I've  decided to try my hand on a multi-chapter fic for Irondad & Spiderson, and while I know there are plenty of stories of Tony adopting Peter or being his guardian out there, it is also one of my favourite tropes so here we are! I hope you'll give this a chance and if you'll like what you read, let me know. this also takes place post IW.

title is taken from Aquilo’s Always Done What You Say

Chapter 1

Tony wandered what is it about New York that seemed to attract an attack – an invasion, an experimentation gone wrong – that happened every couple of months. Perhaps Vision was right – their very strength invites a challenge.

It wasn’t any different this time – the siren had blared and the Avengers had assembled only for them to realise that there were giant alien species here.

Cap had called in Ant-Man and activated the Hulk and Tony… Well, Tony had called in Spider-Man.

“On my way, Mr. Stark,” the kid had answered. “I’m around the corner, just finished a movie with May…”

He made a mental note to apologise to May later for calling in her nephew when he had previously assured her that unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not call Spider-Man to deal with anything major. The consensus was that until he turned eighteen, Spider-Man belonged in the little leagues back in Queens.

But since this was all hands on deck kind of situation, the Avengers needed all the help they could get.

“FRIDAY, remind me to speak to May about this.”

So far, the destruction had been contained within a six block radius and there was only one remaining alien left for them to handle. All in all, Tony thought it wasn’t so bad until the thing opened its mouth and let out some kind of electromagnetic wave that frizzled out the system in Iron Man’s suit. He plunged down from the air, all the while knocking his helmet to try and get the system back online, but he was still falling. He flailed, trying to right himself and the ground seemed closer now. And he was sure he would crash before FRIDAY could activate the thruster until he felt a sharp tug around his midsection.

He let out a breath the moment Spider-Man came into his field of vision.

“I got you,” Spider-Man said and set him down on the roof. “Are you okay, Mr. Stark?”

“S-Sir,” FRIDAY’s voice filled the space in the suit.

“Ugly there isn’t allowed to open its mouth again, kid, can you make sure of that?” he muttered.

Once Iron Man was up, spiraling into the air again, Spider-Man had already webbed the thing’s mouth shut and was animatedly talking through their linked comm about a show that mostly none of the rest of them understood.

“Tony, we talked about this,” he heard Rhodey complained. “You gotta teach the kid to focus.”

“At least one of us is having fun,” Scott remarked as he was flung through the air.

“I’m serious, guys, it’s like a vampire but…. alien, obviously. Hey, maybe, they have their own kind of vampire alien up there!”

He tried to give it a minute because from experience, when Peter Parker started referencing a show or a movie, he tended to come up with some pretty amazing ideas. Then it clicked as Peter shot a web right to Ugly’s neck and started spinning around it.

“Spidey’s got a point. Go to my left, Rhodey,” Tony instructed. “Clear out, Parker. Hulk … Hulk, you’re getting this?”

He heard a roar and a flash of green as Hulk made the leap from where he was perched and landed on the back of Ugly, pulling its head back to give Tony and Rhodey clear shot to its throat. They pointed their lasers, slicing cleanly through the alien’s head.

It was pretty graphic and he sure as hell hoped no children out there would be watching the news this evening.

“Yes!” Peter whooped. “That’s amazing!”

“Great work, kid,” he said.

“Alright, let’s wrap it up. Back to the Quinjet for debrief,” Cap announced.

Natasha’s voice cut through their line, “Not yet, we’ve got casualties.”

They haven’t had any casualties since the last three attacks. Granted the last three had not seen the big bad like today but they had gotten good had pushing civilians back and evacuating them.

So much for keeping a clean sheet, Tony sighed.

He surveyed the ground, saw Cap running down the street towards where Nat said she was and Spider-Man scaling down the building he was on to get to the streets.

“Kid, if you’re not too winded, help Cap,” he directed, taking a jibe at their youngest team member and smirked when a petulant ‘of course I’m not’ came back at him. “Nat, they’ve got it. You need to go for Banner and bring him back.”

The Iron Man suit flew towards where the emergency medical team was waiting.

“Status,” Tony requested over the comm. He needed the information to relay to the responders and incase more medical team is required. “What’s the status? How many injured?”

“May?” Peter’s voice cackled over the line. “Oh my god, May? Please… Don’t – “

Tony came to an abrupt halt – his boots hitting the asphalt with a loud thud. The sheer panic on Peter’s voice was difficult to miss. It was the voice of someone facing their worst nightmare.

“Parker?” Tony called out. “What’s happening, kid? Talk to me.”

[dragon-in-a-fez]

(1/3) thanks for being so comprehensive! just from reading your other writing I should have been able to intuit that providing more opportunities for children to consent to what is being done to/around them would underlie that system. regarding your comments about 'correcting' children, this is something else I've wondered about.

(2/3) I'm getting married this year & my partner and I have already decided that we'd most likely someday like children, and that we'd like to provide as much opportunity as possible for self-expression and (bodily and other) autonomy for the child as possible. basically, is it ever acceptable to make a child do something that offers long-term, non-immediate benefits - i.e. participating in education, through a school or otherwise; helping with chores so we can have a clean house?

(3/3) it's something I'm wondering about off the back you saying children should be treated as equal members of the family - does giving them equal rights to other members of the family require they be given similar (but obviously tailored for their ability) responsibilities? what do parents do when children simply do not want to participate in something that will benefit them and may be crucial for later in life?

note: long post, response under the read more, doesn’t always work on mobile, etc etc

I’m so glad to see people thinking about this stuff, and I’m really happy when my thoughts help with that!

so...is it ever acceptable to “make” an adult do something that offers long-term, non-immediate benefits? I mean, kinda. sometimes. ish. as a society we don’t really have a great answer for that, except, “try not to get to that point”.

most kids are eager to start school. a little separation anxiety might happen at first, but most kids, on balance, enjoy school in the first couple of years. it’s the factory-model, compulsory education system that makes kids stop wanting to go and start viewing it as a daily soul-sucking misadventure, not the act of learning. making education consensual, giving choices in how it’s accomplished, and giving voice in where and when it happens usually, in my experience, fixes that. I’ve worked in several democratic schools over the years and I only once encountered a young person who honestly didn’t want to be there every day. and guess what? she moved to another alternative, and was much happier. it can be really hard to find alternatives to the traditional model - especially since most private schools follow basically the same philosophy as public schools - but I really encourage you to try.

in terms of educating kids on specific topics that will “have long-term benefits”, which is what the public education system always claims it’s doing...honestly, I’d say that’s bullshit, in 2017 if it wasn’t in the past. developing transferrable learning, communication, self-management, and creativity skills is more important, and you can do that studying dinosaurs as easily as you can studying Richard III, so why force kids to study one over the other? besides which, career paths are so many and varied and convoluted now, we have an ever-decreasing ability to predict what even a reasonable majority of people might need to know for their specific jobs twenty years down the line. half the jobs held by today’s 30-year-olds didn’t even exist when those people were in school.

I once had a ten-year-old kid who I was teaching to read because he’d never been interested before and his parents and the wonderful learning center he was at hadn’t forced him. he picked everything up incredibly fast because he was interested and driven. you know what else I was teaching the same kid at the same time? Cartesian philosophy. the lockstep, this-leads-to-that approach we’re used to is such crap.

as for chores, responsibilities...well, how are they shared between roommates? between couples? between people who share an office kitchen? probably by mutual understanding, maybe a chart or something. the occasional passive-aggressive note on the fridge. but no overbearing micromanaging. if I’m living with a friend, maybe we have an expectation that it’s his turn to take out the garbage this week. maybe we argue about it if he puts it off for three days after the bin is full. but do I stand over him yelling at him for being a layabout and threatening to take away his xbox if he doesn’t do it right this instant? I mean, probably not - if I do, I’m a shitty friend and roommate, aren’t I?

with a bunch of kids I babysat a while back, I took the initiative to change the “chore chart” the parents had on the wall, which listed all the kids and gave them jobs like “laundry” or “dishes” on specific days. the change I made? I added some slots for myself. the important thing wasn’t that I was seen to be pulling my weight - they knew that already - it was that I was working under the same system they were. same expectations. same deadlines. same frequency of the same kinds of tasks. complaints about doing the dishes went down from, like, 15 times daily to once a week. and bonus, they helped hold each other to account because they saw the fairness of the system.

also, I feel like, if the goal is to teach someone that taking out the garbage is important, maybe doing it myself even if it’s not my turn sends that message better than fighting with them about it for more than thirty seconds. because if I keep fighting and the garbage just sits there for hours or days, then what am I doing? I’m sending the message that the garbage isn’t what matters - I just want to enforce obedience. and what’s the best way to ensure a human being defies your wishes? acting like you have the right to order them around.

of course, there’s also the handy “I literally can’t cook dinner, which is my job today, until I have clean dishes to use to do so, which is your job”. like, clear and rational consequences tend to make people get a move on.

so basically: model responsibility; give options; negotiate; work together. is it going to work perfectly and avoid all contact? hell no. is it going to ensure everyone pulls their weight all the time? of course not. who’s ever had a roommate that always did their chores on time anyway? but parents who act like shouting about everything until it’s done their way works any better are off their rockers.