#kink negotation

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Highly Specific Aus!

This week, we have eight highly specific AUs - Alternate Universes that move away from the common tropes we love - often towards things that the authors have put a lot of experience and thought into. Check them out beneath the cut, and as always - feel free to comment or kudos if you like them!

when the lights go out by 06151126 (27307, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: panic attacks, self destructive behavior

The formula one racecar AU

Reccer says: Perfect characterization and backstory in a completely different world - this is what AUs are all about

This sudden burst of sunlight, and me with my umbrella by Criticalpancake (63817, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

The Mighty Nein are orchid thieves. Essek is still a traitor

Reccer says: Orchid theives! It's fascinating and something I would have never thought of

I’ve been lost before (and I’m lost again, I guess) by toneofjoy (165080, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek ran away from his problems and settled in the seaside city of Nicodranas. When Caleb Widogast joins their team at the Tidepeak rock-climbing gym, everything changes. Caleb has plans to take down his old coaches, and Essek has secrets. (It’s the Shadowgast climbing AU.)

Reccer says: Its still the first fic I think of when I think of amazing fics built on an unexpected premise. Absolutely phenomenal writing

More Things in Heaven and Earth by kaeda (76998, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb and Essek wake up and find themselves teleported into the alternate universe of the trashy smut novel, Tusk Love

Reccer says: Some of the best Crack Treated Seriously I've ever read 💜

Wishing Coin by Luckyowlsfoot (45913, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Magical Highschool/Academy where Caleb and Essek are secretly dragons

Reccer says: Interesting concept and fun Worldbuilding

the fire kept closest (burns most of all) by mousecookie (21822, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Major Character Death

Essek is a Volcanologist. Caleb used to be as well, but now he's something a bit different.

Reccer says: I absolutely adore this fic

resonance broadening by toneofjoy (51665, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: None

It’s SG as labmates who hate each other: they’re tired, sassy, and secretly enamored.

Reccer says: Beautiful and Lovely with lots of sass between Caleb and Essek. Great if you ever went to grad school

some branch of stars we see by SongOfWizardry (4680, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes, WIP

A Mighty Nein and/or Shadowgast Teaching AU.

Reccer says: Teaching AUs aren't exactly rare, but the amount of detail put into this AU that is clearly based on the author's experience elevates it to highly specific

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with Kink Negotation!

[ftmpuppyslvt]

Disclaimer: anything I post or engage with is purely fantasy or kink and I have no desire to engage with kinks in an uncontrolled environment.

Also I'm super sorry if I accidentally interact with you and you're uncomfortable with the stuff I post! It's not intentional and I try to check before interacting!

🐶 About me 🐶

pre-op & 3 years on T

you can call me pup/puppy/dog/etc. I may give a name to moots, just ask!

vers switch but sub/bottom when it comes to these(*) kinks

in a sexual relationship IRL and not interested in online relationships, but enjoy talking with people

Kinks/limits below the cut:

YES:

misgendering in kink*

breeding

puppyplay (duh)

cnc*

forced detransition* (see the side note below)

size difference

somno

primal play* (I like taking on the role of a deer)

rp'ing or engaging with my posts in a way that matches the kink I'm posting about

NO:

misgendering outside of kink

unsanitary play of any kind

feet

fatshaming/any other insults to appearance

chastity/extended denial

intox

feederism

ownership/ "daddy" (I don't belong to you!)

asking for pics (if YOU are requesting something, you have to pay me)

under-negotiated kinks in dms

you're fine to interact if you post these, if I'm really that uncomfortable I'll block you of my own accord

side note: I'm not into the non-sexual sides of detrans kink, e.g. flushing hormones, throwing away binders. I'm not super into this kink and a lot of it turns me off so it's one that needs heavy negotation. it won't be super prevalent here but you might see some detrans content.

You can message me and hearing people's fantasies gets me off 🩷

[quinloki]

Asking for a second round for the kinks

What about Lactophilia, Negotation and Pegging with croco, doffy and corazon

That list Is so usefull >3

I almost answered this as soon as I saw it and I was like - no, no Quin you gotta do some writing ( and I did! and today has been a pita, so I'm going to answer this and unwind).

I almost wanted to lump "Negotiation" and say "all OP characters negotiate properly because it's a foundational rule of BDSM and kinks" - but! I realized two things: 1 - not all OP characters are non-toxic, and 2 - there's a lot of variance in how negotiations can be handled, so we can do that \o/

I'd do this by Character, but I kind of want to do it by Kink - I think it'll be better for the subtle differences between Sir Crocodile and Doflamingo (who are very similar), and also help highlight the dichotomy between Doflamingo and Rosinante.

*puts on glasses* Lacto-philia - well, I don't need to look this one up (go-go root word language course from college) - this is the enjoyment of breast milk. Kin-kay <3

Lactophilia -

Sir Crocodile: I dunno - Croco just doesn't strike as a "drink from the source" kind of guy, and while I could see him utilizing any lactation on his partner's part in some kind of kink session I feel like it would be tied to humiliation more than lactation. But it would also depends on his partners reaction to their own lactation.

If any part of it makes them uncomfortable in that "we're not talking about neutral or sexy embarrassment kind of way" then he's not going to force things.

Doflamingo: Sure - A "try something one, more and more if he likes it" kind of guy, I think Doffy would be open to experimenting when the opportunity arose. He would, at the bare minimum, enjoy groping and teasing your breasts until he figured out how everything worked. Whether it was caused by birth control or pregnancy he would have a justification for it - something to either quiet your false protests, or something to quiet your legitimate ones.

Doffy wants to see you squirm - canon universe or not, it's not like you can run from him if he makes you uncomfortable. (Doflamingo is such a yandere, and I think he'd openly admit to it too.)

Rosinante: Yes to FUCK Yes - Corazon certainly wants a family, whether he thinks he deserves on or not, or whether he could ever have one, is a completely different discussion, but things surrounding the building of a family certain get his motor running. There's reasons more than just pregnancy that can cause lactation, but whatever the cause it'll be the connection the younger Donquixote can't help but make.

He may sate his kink privately if you're not comfortable with it, but it's more likely that he'll be showering you with praise and assurances and compliments, trying his best to validate your feelings toward it while trying to help you become more comfortable with it. He is a drink from the source kind of guy if you'll let him, and honestly he just wants to lavish you with pleasure. (Rosi is 100% here for the whole Worship your body vibe).

Negotiation -

Sir Crocodile: This is hard to assign a rank to, but we'll go with a Yes for Crocodile. He's here for communication, and he'll respect your boundaries (much as he can), and he's certainly not against writing up a contract. There's no need to be so formal between lovers, but he also understands the comfort that can come from such a document. Mind yourself if you agree to one, this is a business man, you're only a tick or two away from making a deal with the devil if you put things into writing. Verbal arrangements are far more flexible, and Crocodile takes contracts seriously.

The are amendable, though, you're not etching things into stone. People and circumstances change, after all.

Doflamingo: Oh god you don't even know - you want to make a contract with Donquixote Doflamingo? I think I'd rather bury an offering at the crossroads and deal with an actual devil. Every word of the contract will be abided by, you can be assured. That means you better know every word in that contract too, and not just definition 1 of those words, but definition 2 and the biblical interpretations while you're at it.

Doffy's hot button is manipulation, and if you're going to sign your life away to his whims he won't pass it up. But, he's not entirely unreasonable - he won't force you to sign a contract. He's fine with verbal agreements, and he's even likely to abide your cute little safe words too, so long as you don't displease him. You're his favorite little distraction (or his sweet true love), he wants you to be happy.

Rosinante: Sure? - Rosi will sit down and work out all the kinky details of your relationship on paper if you want. He'll also be amenable to having conversation before and after each session, putting safe words into play, and even some back up safe-sounds/actions in case words are failing you.

Pegging -

Sir Crocodile: No - Absolutely not. Exit only. Not his thing. Not even willing to try. You may, might, possibly be able to beg him to try it once, if it's something you're absolutely dying to try at least once. He *may* like it, his opinion may change, but he may also avoid you for a couple days while he tries to shake it off and reclaim his dignity.

Control is a big thing for him, and it's hard to be in control in that situation.

(I need to admit I am a big, horrible fan of Croco x Doffy, I love them, and I generally prefer Croc as the bottom, but! (heh, butt) in an x reader context my head canon is what it is XD ).

Doflamingo: Sure - You give what you get, or get what you give in this case. It better be something you're comfortable with cause he's not going to be the only one receiving. And it may only be once or twice. Doffy likes his control, and more than that he likes manipulating people. The likelihood that he's manipulated you into pegging him is low, but he's a kinky bastard, so he's certainly not averse to the idea.

Gods help you if you can't please him while doing it though.

Rosinante: Yes - I'm undecided if Rosi is switchy when it comes to dom/sub dynamics, but I do think he is very much a switch for top/bottom dynamics. He'll give and receive for just about any situation and kink, with very few exceptions. For him the point is pleasure, his and yours, maybe more yours than his, but not so much that you catch onto him pampering you. If you want to peg him, he's just going to make sure it's good for both of you, whatever accessories end up being needed.

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[firstprince-ao3feed]

The Idea of Three

by ColourizedMadiel “You still owe me an answer, Fox.” “Hm?” “Which other famous boys have you had sex with?” Oh. That answer. Henry blushes a bit, he knows he has much more of a history of hooking up with men—or people in general—than Alex, but he also knows that Alex doesn’t care about his ‘slut phase’—as he phrased it—and is probably just curious. “Do you know August Moon?” he asks finally. — Alex gets to know that Henry had a secret affair with Hayes Campbell. When Hayes and Solène break up only a bit later, he might be the perfect person to ask for a threesome. Words: 2447, Chapters: 1/5, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023), The Idea of You - Robinne Lee Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Hayes Campbell (The Idea of You) Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Hayes Campbell (The Idea of You)/Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Hayes Campbell (The Idea of You)&Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Fluff and Smut, Threesome Negotation, Kink Negotiation, Consensual Kink, Top Alex Claremont-Diaz, Power Bottom Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Bottom Hayes Campbell, Bisexual Male Character, Pansexual Character, Unapologetic Queerness, Friends With Benefits via https://ift.tt/LiZl5rc

[brainbuffering]

12 Days of Manga 2022

Day 10: Top 3 Favourite Completed Manga 

(These aren’t necessarily series that ended THIS year, but they are series that I personally completed this year!)

1) Sweat and Soap by Kintetsu Yamada from Kodansha (T: Matt Treyvaud L: Sara Linsly E: Kristin Osani)

[ID: English Cover of Sweat and Soap Vol 11. A goofy shot of the entire wedding party for Asako and Natori‘s wedding. Asako wears a white lace dress and Koutaro wears a matching white suit.]

“In an office romance, there's a fine line between sexy and awkward... and that line is where Asako -- a woman who sweats copiusly -- met Koutarou -- a perfume developer who can't get enough of Asako's, er, scent. Don't miss a romcom manga like no other!

Asako's living her dream, working at the toiletry maker Lilia Drop. Little do her coworkers know, the reason she loves the company so much is that she's ashamed of her body odor, and their soap is the only thing that does the trick. So when the company's lead product developer, a perfuming genius, approaches her in the lobby and wonders what "that smell" is, she's terrified... but could it be... that he likes it? And, even more surprising to Asako... does she like him?

The hilarious ups and downs of an office romance at a personal care products company are the subject of this sexy, strange romp.

Sweat and Soap combines the odd-couple chemistry of Wotakoi, the "too real!" workplace comedy of Aggretsuko, and a heavy dollop of office steaminess!”

Sweat & Soap is yet another one of those manga that appears on everyone’s lists and actually deserves to be there. Which, if you want to be all 2013 Hipster about it, is incredibly frustrating but from every other perspective it is delightful and wonderful that a series that focusses on clear communication is so popular! If you’re looking for a series that deal with how kink negotation can be applied to every day life then this is one I can whole heartedly recomend! 

Because that’s what Sweat & Soap comes down to: communication. Whilst Yamada admits the series began as simply them wanting to write about a big breasted office lady who got easily flustred (and honestly: valid) it quickly became something far more meaningful and stand out. Anytime I thought that a scene was a little off or that consent wasn’t clearly given it was talked about by the characters in an open and honest fashion!

When Ichise was introduced, i was worried it was going to decend into some sort of rival love triangle where both girls were out to get eachother; but rather what happened was a mature look at missed-out-love from her perspective, and clear boundry setting from Asako and Natori. It would be unreasonable for Asako to ask Natori to never speak to his work friend again, but it is not unreasonable for her to ask him to be less physically affectionate with her. He might see her like a little sister, but that doesn’t mean she is his little sister. 

This series encapulates all that the phrase “Adult Romance” should. There’s sex, yes, but there’s also trying to figure out an appropriate work-life-balance, what to look for when moving into a new flat (advice I actualy used when moving out recently, so thanks for that on Yamada-sensei!) and how to get your girlfriend’s beloved family cat to actually play with you!!!!   

I know I am going to be recomending this series for years to come, and I eagerly await to see if any of Yamada’s other work gets translated into English! Come on Kodansha, you like money, don’t you???

2) Tokyo Mew Mew by Reiko Yoshida and Mia Ikumi from Kodansha (T: Elina Curran L: AndWorld Design)

[ID: English Edition of Vol 3 of the Tokyo MewMew Omnibus. Ichigo wears a straawberry themed wedding dress and veil that is pushed back past her cat ears. She carris a bouquet of flowers, and sits in a ring of pink and yellow stars. The background is light pink with a pattern of baby pink strawberries.]

“Ichigo is out on a date with her 'crush' when suddenly she's involved in an odd incident in which her DNA is merged with the DNA of an almost extinct wildcat. When four other girls' DNA is merged with the DNA of four other almost extinct animals, it's apparent that they're part of a much bigger plan. Ichigo and her friends have been chosen to become a part of a secret project called the 'Mew Project'. Their mission: To protect the planet from aliens who are using animals to attack humans!”

I first read this series way back in year 9 of school, but I don’t think I ever got beyond volume 2 or 3? So when the anime was announced I decided to re-read the whole series. And what a lot of fun it has been!

It’s been fun to revisit this time in manga, and it reminded me of my love of Action Shoujo! It’s so quintessentially magical girl, but doesn’t have some of the more yikes tropes that have me hesitating to recommend Sailor Moon or Cardcaptor Sakura to children. (CLAMP... why? Why all the student-teacher relationships?!)

Sure, Quiche -- sorry: Kish -- is a major creep when it comes to declaring his undying love for Ichigo but he is the villain! If you’re going to have someone disrespect boundries, it should be painted as acts of criminality and evil!

And like all good Magical Girl shows, the focus remains on the power of female friendship and how they can raise eachother up! Just a group of lesbians supporting their bisexual leader as she fumbles her way through teen romance.

I’ll admit I felt the ending was a little rushed in places, which meant that some of the scenes that should have had huge emotional impact were brushed over too quickly. I’m hopeful though that the new anime will fix that problem and allow things to progresss at an appropriate pace. I think they’ve done a good job so far in adapting it, and another 12 episodes should be all it needs! 

My biggest gripe with the series is how Kodansha localised the names so inconsistently, sometimes choosing to translate the characters’ names into their appropriate food related topics and sometimes not. But it appears that the fandom itself cannot decide what version to use so at least there’s consistency in the inconsistency. These decisions often come from above, specifically from the Japanese Team, so I don’t hold Curran responsible, but it’s still something worth noting in my opinion. If I ever find my TokyoPop versions I’ll be sure to do a comparison!

At only 7 Volumes across 3 Omnibus Editions, this is absolutely worth investing in if you’re looking for some old school magical girl fun! Be that as someone new to the genre, or a vetran looking to relive the glory days before everything was Pretty Cure.

Now come on Sentai, do every little girl a favour and dub this series into English!!!

On the topic of the anime... given Ikumi-sensei’s passing this year, i felt very emotional reading her thoughts on getting to see the orignal anime under production. She was so excited to see eveything made, and got the seiyuu to write up little messages as their characters for all the readers. It’s so sad that she never got to see the fans’ reaction to the reboot. I suppose it’s a reminder to cherish the moments we have together, and may her memory be a blessing to us all.

3) BL Metamorphosis by Kaori Tsurutani from SevenSeas (T: Jocelyne Allen L: Ray Steeves E: Jenn Grunigen)

[ID: English Cover for Vol 5 of BL Metamorphosis. Ichinoi (an elderly woman) and Urara (a teenage girl) sit on a japanese verander drinking tea in the sunshine. There are plants growing all around them. Ichinoi looks u at the sky, and Urara looks groggily in a similar direction.]

“In this heartwarming and award-winning manga originally known as Metamorphose no Engawa, an elderly woman and a high school girl develop a beautiful friendship through their shared passion for Boys' Love.

Ichinoi, a seventy-five-year-old woman living a peaceful life, unwittingly buys a boys' love manga one day, and is fascinated by what she finds inside. When she returns to the bookstore to buy the next volume, the high school girl working there-Urara, a seasoned BL fan-notices a budding fangirl when she sees one. When Urara offers to help Ichinoi explore this whole new world of fiction, the two dive into the BL fandom together, and form an unlikely friendship along the way.” 

Age Gap Romances are OUT! Age Gap Friendships are IN!

BL Metamophosis was a wonderful slow paced read, perfect at 5 volumes. It was great to see Ichinoi and Urara form such a strong bond between them, not just because intergenerational friendships are so uncommon in media but also because it proved that it’s never too late to start a new hobby and make new friends! The pair learn a lot from eachother, there’s mutual value in their relationship and the story is much more than some cliched message about how “there’s value in youth and in age”. 

Urara learns to become more confident in herself and in the things she loves due to Ichinoi’s encouragement, and Ichinoi learns that just because she’s only got a few more years left to live doesn’t mean that she has to just keep still. I was especially moved by seeing her reflecting on her past regrets, and seeing them through Urara’s fresh eyes and being determined to no longer live like that. She might be much older now than before, but if she wants to go to the top of Tokyo Tower than she will!

I will also have to say, as someone with varaious chronic conditions and mental health problems, Ichinoi’s determination to fight to stay alive until the final volume of her favourite manga is published was incredibly relateable!

As much as I would love to know how Urara is getting on at school and what her life plans are (is she going to try to make more BL Comics?) I’m very content with how the series eneded. It gave closure to everyone’s arcs, whilst giving it a realistically happy ending. Nothing felt out of place.

This is absolutely a manga I would recommend to anyone, whether they be Urara’s age of Ichinoi’s! I’d also consider it a great starter manga given how short it is, and whilst perhaps an understanding of BL tropes is helpful I don’t think it’s needed as Ichinoi is being introduced to the genre along with the reader. If anything, I’d be really interested to know what someone who doesn’t know anything about BL thinks of the series! 

[l1tw1ck]

Yesss, Mommy Blade. I think I can save Daddy Blade for later.

But yeah, the strap whatever thing is gonna keep being difficult I guess. For now I have barely even started with the fic though, so I can delay that (although I'm probably going to have to include that in the kink negotation part)

-⛩️

glad i helped a bit 🙏🏾

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

as though i had wings

by tospreadthewingsofthesoul

Dick stared at his Nightwing suit. He was having a hard time making himself touch it. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than he wanted to crawl back into bed, lights still on, fully-dressed, and sleep. If he put the suit on, he’d have to go out into the cold, spend most of his night chasing down arms-dealers and mercenaries and who knew what. The thought of it made his stomach heave, bile rise up in his throat, some huge, unnamed emotion threatening to emerge from his chest.

***

Bruce is back from the dead, and Dick isn't coping well. In fact, he's barely coping at all. It feels as though everything in his life is falling apart. So of course that's when Slade decides to reappear in Dick's life and turn everything upside down. A story about learning to ask for what you need, how to hold your boundaries, and how to trust that the people you love love you enough to help.

Words: 3271, Chapters: 1/28, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Rose Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Roy Harper, Koriand'r (DCU)

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & the Batfam

Additional Tags: Some hurt/comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, implied child abuse (from villains), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Eating Disorders, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Good Slade Wilson, For a given value of Good, BDSM, Dom/sub, Sub Dick Grayson, Subspace, Take-down play, Wax Play, Bondage, Rope Bondage, light suspension, Impact Play, Overstimulation, Under-negotiated Kink, Risk-Aware Consensual Kink, under-negotated consent, Implied Consent, Bruce Wayne is not a great parent but he's trying his best okay?, Dick Grayson Has Eldest Daughter Syndrome, Dick Grayson is a martyr and that shit is not helpful, Dick Grayson goes to therapy!, Non-Sexual Submission, and also, Sexual Submission, Explicit Sexual Content, okay it's gonna LOOK like there's character death, but I need you to TRUST ME, Happy Ending, past dead characters, Grief, implied suicidal ideology, Depression, ADHD, Dick Grayson has adhd FIGHT ME, fanfiction is not a how-to guide, Age Difference, but not even vaguely underage, Kneeling, Whump, just a little bit, Enemy to Caretaker, but only vaguely, there's only minimal enemy here folks, Misunderstandings, Dick Grayson is bad at his own feelings, Slade Wilson is Bad at Feelings, Slade actually behaves pretty okay, but only because he knows it will get him what he wants, So take that for what it's worth, Trans Dick Grayson, Gendered Language, no beta we die like robin

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45164986

[igbylicious]

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt 2

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: You follow through with Wooyoung’s suggestion, but it looks like things aren’t ending there.

wc: 7.4k

ch. warnings: hard dom San, bratty sub Wooyoung, voyeur reader, consensual voyeurism/exhibitionism, kink negotiation, m x m, anal sex, rough sex, spanking, masturbation, dirty talk, blowjob, handjob, dumbification & degradation (@ Wooyoung), a hint of dacryphilia, praise kink (@ reader), safeword colour check (it’s green), aftercare

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns

(also the first 2k of this chapter is basically kink negotation i got carried away i’m so sorry lol)

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, epilogue

“Hey. Sorry, it’s just me today,” San says, opening the door to let you inside. “Wooyoung got called into an extra shift at work.”

It’s just a mere few days after the memorable incident that capsized your entire relationship with your friendly neighbour Choi San, and here you are again, walking into his apartment.

He is still your friendly neighbour Choi San, of course, but now he is also the Choi San that you accidentally walked into while he was fucking his boyfriend — and he will soon become the Choi San who fucks his boyfriend in front of you with full consent from all parties involved.

And right now? Right now he is the Choi San who invited you over for a friendly chat about establishing ground rules.

This is totally fine. You are totally fine.

Somehow, some absurd chain of events has led you to this point, and you can’t quite work out how it happened. You are inclined to blame Byeol for it all, though you’re not sure yet how. It’s her fault for needing to eat, or something like that. If she could just go a week without food, you never would’ve been in San’s apartment that day.

Yeah. This is all on Byeol. Rock-solid logic right there.

“No Wooyoung? Oh, no sure, that’s fine,” you tell San, like it does not take a godlike amount of strength to meet his eyes directly. Like your brain doesn’t conjure up the memory of him sucking and biting at Wooyoung’s neck every time you see him. “Or should we do this some other time, when he can be here, too?”

While you are struggling to keep a tight hold on your one last thread of self-composure, San seems remarkably well-adjusted, especially considering how flustered he had been that day. Now that the initial shock has passed, his mannerisms are relaxed and easy — but you?

Your unexpected surge of Wooyoung-induced boldness had run out of juice approximately two seconds after leaving San’s apartment, and you’d only grown more antsy since then. Your days were spent second-guessing the whole thing and fighting back the urge to look up new apartment listings.

(You can’t decide if San’s ability to stay calm and composed is ridiculously unfair, or if it is for the best. At least one of you has their shit together.)

San looks casual and homey today, dark hair still wet from a shower. He’s wearing comfy socks with grey sweats and a simple black shirt that should, in theory, be oversized; but the fabric clings onto San’s broad chest in a way that is very distracting, his collarbones exposed by the wide neckline.

(That shirt is definitely unfair. Does San have no compassion for your poor nerves??)

“Wooyoung gave me the okay to go ahead without him,” San says, gesturing an invitation for you to step into the living room. “I know what he wants out of this, what his limits are. Is that alright with you?”

You hesitate for a moment — but honestly? If you already struggle this much to keep yourself from bolting out the door with just San in the room, you can’t trust how well you’ll cope with Wooyoung here too. It might take a few extra days to gather the mental strength required so you can face the memories that he conjures in your head. Like when his— (NOPE. Stop! Stop that right now, brain!! Cease and desist!)

“Yeah, if Wooyoung’s okay with it, then I’m okay with,” you say, smiling back at San. Nailed it; you are being so normal about this. “Let’s talk.”

And so you do.

San sits you down on the couch where he joins you, a literal arm’s length away to give you some personal space. He also hands you a mug with a hot drink — your favourite, and you feel a flattered burst of happiness that he remembered from some random smalltalk ages ago.

You weren’t sure what to expect out of this conversation — or actually, you had not expected a conversation at all.

It seemed simpler to just… dive in, as it were. They fuck, you watch; high fives all around afterwards. Probably the most awkward fives that were ever highed but still; pretty straightforward, right?

But San insisted on laying out some ground rules beforehand, and as the conversation unfolds, you understand why.

It’s not that San overwhelms you with a multi-page kink inventory (“Maybe for some other time,” he jokes), nor does he take all the spontaneity out of it with a five-step business plan, laying out what will happen to the smallest details. He just… answers some of your questions, asks some questions of you, forcing you to actually solidify your thoughts about what your boundaries are — even as ‘just’ a spectator.

No, you don’t mind if they get a bit rough. What does ‘a bit rough’ look like to you? Oh, that’s a good question, actually. No, no you’re down for that. Umm, oh that’s quite… Yeah, of course they can talk to you during the scene; you’d feel weirder if they ignore you completely.

You’re no longer surprised that San is so calm today; he is obviously in his element, experienced in this type of kink negotiation. He does let out the occasional self-conscious chuckle — but that only makes him more endearing, his warm nature blanketing the strange formality of hashing out these limits.

Somehow, he strikes a sweet spot between keeping the dialogue casual enough that you don’t feel pressured, but thoughtful enough that you know he is taking you, and this whole thing altogether, seriously.

It helps to put you at ease; San knows what he’s doing, makes you feel like you are in safe hands. He explains how exactly he and Wooyoung use the traffic light system for safe-words, and he is quick to take anything off the table that you waver on, never pressing your boundaries.

Gradually, you find an inner calm in the reminder that you want this to happen, while San’s lack of judgement is a soothing assurance that it’s okay to want this to happen. Every person involved has given their enthusiastic consent — you may have stumbled into San and Wooyoung the first time, but this is different.

This time, you are making the conscious decision to step through the door, knowing what will be on the other side; and you can turn around any time you want to. You just don’t want to.

“Hey, thank you by the way,” San says at one point, “for being so open about this. Makes it a lot easier for me.”

“It does?”

He nods, his eyes curving. “Less stressful when I know what everyone’s expectations are. I don’t mind improvising, but it’s comfortable to have a baseline to work off, you know.”

Huh. You hadn’t thought about it from San’s perspective, but yeah, that makes sense. You tell him this, and thank him for making it easy on you, too. San’s eyes shine as he lets out a small, breathy laugh, like he is the one endeared by you right now.

“What about touching? Did we cover that yet? Maybe it goes without saying, but just to say it anyway,” he continues smoothly. “Off the table, right? Keeps things simpler. We don’t touch you, you don’t touch us. …We’re alright with you touching yourself, though, if you want to.”

San adds the last part so casually that it takes a beat for the suggestion to sink in — but then your breath catches at the thought, your bottom lip sucked between your teeth. For weeks you had held back from touching yourself to their muffled noises, and now they themselves are giving you permission to do so right in front of them? Oof.

“Oh? You hadn’t thought that far ahead, hm?” San says when he notes your dazed reaction, and the curve of his smile goes just slightly cocky. “Give it some thought, I’ll trust you to make up your mind on your own.”

“I think I already have,” you blurt out, resisting the unbidden urge to rub your thighs together.

San leans back, his grin showing a flash of teeth. “Good, I like that,” he says, and the simple confidence of his words does something to you. Something that makes you feel more than a little bummed that you’ll only be there as a spectator — but hey, at least that means you don’t have to bring up your IUD and clean bill of sexual health. “One last thing,” San goes on, “then I think we can wrap this up.”

You give him a curious look, encouraging him to continue.

“Wooyoung can get… mouthy,” San says, cautiously.

…

“No way,” you deadpan. “You’re joking.”

San gives you an exasperated look, one that you’ve caught him giving Wooyoung from time to time, but moves past your comment. “He likes to rile me up, likes it when I’m rough with him.”

This isn’t exactly news to you; where is San going with this? “So, uh, kind of like what was going on when I walked into you guys?”

It’s the first time that you’ve acknowledged what happened, and you can’t tell if saying the words out loud makes you die a little on the inside, or if it sets the most cringe-ridden part of you free. There is something strangely liberating about just speaking frankly; perhaps that is the secret behind Wooyoung’s bold audacity. Shame loses some of its power when you own up to things.

San does fluster a bit; apparently his miraculous recovery from the embarrassment of that day is not as complete as it seems, his endless composure not so endless after all. “Y-yea, no— It’s not… not always that mild,” he says, “the way I talk to him, that is.”

Mild?

You have vivid memories of how San had mocked Wooyoung for cumming untouched, the look on his face, the taunt in his voice. A stark contrast with the soft-hearted man sitting next to you now. So that was mild for them?

…Huh. Interesting.

San manages to recompose himself, while you mull over this new piece of information.

You feel curiosity, but also an instant discomfort that you can’t quite explain. The discomfort causes an immediate reflex to push it all down and ignore it, to pretend that you are fine with anything that San and Wooyoung want to do.

But San sees the hesitation in your face, and you know that you cannot hide your gut feelings from him. He will not let you. You try to relax, and remember that San has literally just thanked you for being open with him; this needs to be an honest conversation. Not only for your comfort, but for San’s.

“It’s not a judgement thing,” you immediately rush to reassure him. The last thing you want to do is imply that you’re kink-shaming him or Wooyoung. People like what they like, it’s got nothing to do with you. (Except this time it does have something to do with you, since you will be right there.) “I’m fine with anything like what I already heard, but hard name-calling or something like that… I’m not sure. It’s just—”

It’s just that San and Wooyoung have built a foundation, able to lean on their experiences and mutual trust when the harsher words come into play. They know that every degrading insult has the purpose to make the other feel good, even if it may seem counter-intuitive on a surface level. You are an outsider looking in — and you struggle to predict how you’ll respond to anything less ‘mild’; whether it will be just as exciting to you as it is to them, or only upsetting.

(Rationally you also know perfectly well that San would never say anything that Wooyoung isn’t on board with; but the connection between rationality and arousal is shaky at best.)

“No need to explain yourself,” San says, waving your concern away with his hand, “it’s all good. I’ll make sure it doesn’t go too far. There’s more than one way to deal with Wooyoung.” He adds a wink at the end, a cocky undertone in his words, but there’s still a hint of shyness burning at his ears. The dichotomy of it all is ridiculously endearing.

San walks you out the door, where he stops you for just a moment. “Sorry again for forgetting to text you,” he says. His smile is apologetic, but the sharp edge of embarrassment seems to have worn off of him too, the words calm. “I’m happy we’re doing this, Woo and I had been trying to think of a way to bring it up with you, I just— It would’ve been nice if we’d figured something out before… you know.”

You pat his arm, reassuring him that it’s all good between you. The catalyst to this turn of events had shaken you, but now? Now you feel steady in walking forward. Still a bit nervous, but (mostly) good nerves. Steady.

(Maybe you ought to buy Byeol some extra treats.)

“What would that conversation have even looked like?” you ask with a small chuckle. “‘Hey, want to watch us fuck?’ I mean, yeah, but that’s still pretty wild to ask your neighbour out of the blue.”

“And there we were, so worried about scaring you off,” San says, laughing.

“Well,” you say, puffing up your chest, “as you can see, I don’t scare easy.”

It’s just a line to poke fun at yourself and the whole situation, but San gives you another of his easy, confident grins, adorned by dimples. “No, you don’t. I like that too.”

You had worried that your discussion with San would take the excitement out of things, but those worries are unfounded. With the worst of your stress out of the way, anticipation has a chance to build up — and in a way, it’s kind of refreshing to have some idea of what to expect out of this, even if you won’t participate directly. No fumbling around blind to figure out what works for everyone, where the limits are. Just clarity.

Besides, it’s not like you have a play-by-play of what will happen. The only thing you know for sure is that you’re in for a memorable night.

Wooyoung confirms the latter as soon as he opens the door to greet you with a sly grin, biting his bottom lip.

“It’s good to see you again,” he says playfully, completely unbothered that he was buck naked the last time you saw him. Now he is wearing tight leather pants with a simple short-sleeved black shirt that shows off his arms — and again with the wide neckline! What is it with these damn men and their stupidly attractive collarbones!

Wooyoung notices how you check him out and preens immediately. He pushes his hair back with a suggestive wink, striking a little pose. “It’s a sexy look, right? Right?”

“Woo, don’t tease her,” San calls out from inside the apartment.

There is something about San’s voice that has you on alert, an edge of authority that you never heard from him before; but Wooyoung appears immune to it.

“I wasn’t teasing!” he calls back, rolling his eyes while he gestures you to come in. You note how his gaze lingers on the short skirt you’re wearing, but also that he does not touch you on the way to the bedroom; is he already taking the ground rules into account? You feel that slight pang of disappointment again; Wooyoung’s ass just looks so pinchable in those pants.

The lights are dimmed in the bedroom, and you step through the door with a mix of excitement and nerves — but they still are good nerves, only enhancing the excitement. San is already inside, waiting for you and Wooyoung.

This moment marks the first time you’ve ever seen Choi San shirtless.

You suck in a sharp breath, unable to help yourself.

You should not have been surprised; you’ve seen his arms on hot summer days where he hangs out in a sleeveless shirt, you know how wide those shoulders are just from seeing him in his regular clothes. And with the knowledge that San is one, a martial arts instructor and two, a certified gymrat to top it off; no, you should not have been surprised.

Not by the shadowed definition of his abs, not by the smooth expanse of his chest, tapered down to a slim hips where a faint treasure trail disappears into the waistband of his baggy, faded jeans. Add the tension in his jaw, his sharp narrowed eyes, the imposing posture; and San has undergone a total transformation, unrecognisable from the gentle guy next door.

You have always thought of the two men as gorgeous, but fuck. Whatever the you of a previous life has done to earn you this today, you send her a silent thanks.

San is unfazed by your moment of stunned admiration, simply showing you the comfy chair he’s readied for you. You sit down meekly; you may not be involved in the scene directly, but his dominant air still wraps around you. Usually you would describe San’s appearance as masculine handsomeness balanced with a perfect dose of cuteness, but now there is an edge of roughness to him, even by just standing there.

Wooyoung looks from you to San, raising an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

“What are you doing, showing off like that?” he says; bold words for a man who just posed to show off his (admittedly fantastic) ass in those leather pants. “You really want to impress her, trying to look tough, huh? Just do what you always do, geesh, that’s already fucking hot enough.”

The compliment slips past almost unnoticed, but Wooyoung turns to you before San has a chance to react. “Did you know,” he goes on, with the grin of a born troublemaker, “Sannie seriously did push-ups before you got in here. I think he’s nervous, isn’t that cute?”

His grin widens when you crack into a smile, so caught off guard by Wooyoung’s reveal that you have to muffle a laugh. It is cute.

San’s face goes dark while he watches Wooyoung mouth off. Your sweet neighbour would be flustered by the callout, but San isn’t your sweet neighbour right now. He has slipped into a different mode, and won’t be knocked out of it by Wooyoung’s antics.

Instead he takes two long strides across the room and without warning, grabs Wooyoung’s chin, tilting it up. “I think it’s time you shut your mouth and use it for better things,” San says, his voice rough.

Wooyoung softly gasps a surprised ‘ahh’, his body instantly reacting to San’s forceful touch. San’s eyes flash at the way Wooyoung’s back arches, a sharpened half-smile on his lips.

(“He likes to rile me up,” San had told you — but clearly San likes to be riled up, too.)

San pulls Wooyoung forward, mouths clashing in an aggressive kiss. Immediately he palms the crotch of Wooyoung’s leather pants, kneading at the growing bulge. Wooyoung groans, his teeth digging into San’s bottom lip while his hands cling onto broad, bare shoulders to keep his knees from buckling.

You rub your thighs together at the sight, a familiar pressure building in your lower abdomen. Your breaths go shallow, eyes unsure of where to focus.

Down to the smooth roll of Wooyoung’s hips as he humps into San’s hand, up to the way their jaws shift as the kiss gets messier; giving you more and more sloppy peeks at their tongues sliding together with wet, eager moans. San’s grip on Wooyoung’s chin is still unrelenting, manoeuvring the shorter man in whichever way pleases him.

A slow hand travels down your thigh, knees parting by instinct as your fingers slide in between. You’d wisely foregone on underwear, and you can feel the easier slide through just one layer of fabric, a growing damp spot where you rub the skirt against your clit. Your inhibitions are lowering rapidly, a soft whine joining Wooyoung’s loud one when his hips begin to stutter — and San immediately pulls away.

“F-fuck,” Wooyoung hisses, chasing after San’s hand. “C’mon, just let me—”

“And let the show end so quickly?” San asks, finally releasing Wooyoung’s chin to give him a condescending pat on the cheek. “That’s real greedy of you, Woo.”

Wooyoung scoffs. “You know I can go for more than one round, you’re just being a— f-fuck, San—!”

With a sharp smack, the flat of San’s hand strikes against Wooyoung’s ass. Just from the sound, you think even San’s palm must hurt from the impact against leather. Wooyoung jolts forward, mouth fallen open as he pants for hard breaths. He lets out another moan when San tangles his hand in those fire red locks of hair, forcing Wooyoung’s head at an angle.

“You think you deserve to cum more than once, after mouthing off like you just did?” San says, his voice cool, an almost detached expression on his face. “You’re lucky I don’t call the whole thing off right here.” His free hand undoes the button of his jeans, the sound of his zipper loud in the quiet bedroom. He is not wearing anything underneath. “Here, prove that you’ve earned one at all, or do you want to disappoint our guest? On your knees. Now.”

For a moment Wooyoung looks ready to balk — but then his eyes dart to you and he visibly swallows down a retort, obediently getting down.

Obedient, for you.

Your fingers press down a little harder into your cunt, aching at Wooyoung’s compliance, all to please you. The barrier of fabric becomes increasingly frustrating, its damp spot growing outright soggy as you whine a soft moan.

Wooyoung’s eyes immediately snap back to you, glittering as he watches the swirl of your fingers, the tensing of your thighs, partially covered by the skirt that is slowly riding up. He licks his lips, eyes hungry.

San chuckles at Wooyoung’s meeker demeanour. “So eager to have her watch you suck my cock, hmm? Would’ve done this much sooner if I’d known how quick you’d be down on your knees.” He runs his hand through Wooyoung’s red hair, forcing him back to the task at hand.

Wooyoung stares up with a glower, wrapping his hand around the thick, half-hard cock. He parts his lips and leans in — for a small, rebellious bite on San’s hip.

San hisses, his grip on Wooyoung’s hair tightening. “Play nice,” he warns in a low growl. “I can still change my mind about all this.”

Silently, Wooyoung simply laps his tongue at the bite; to soothe the mark, but also to take pride in it. A last act of defiance before his mouth closes around San’s cock with a soft wet sound, and he hollows his cheeks as he sinks down.

You’re spellbound, watching how Wooyoung noisily sucks and bobs his head. Moaning decadently, heavy-lidded eyes transfixed on San’s face. San takes shallow breaths, staring right back at Wooyoung and the glossy shine of spit that spreads over his hardening cock with every pass of Wooyoung’s mouth. You swallow thickly when Wooyoung’s cheek bulges, his fingernails lightly scratching the exposed skin of San’s thigh. It must be sensitive; San bites his lip, his hand balling into a fist in Wooyoung’s hair.

“Little faster, Woo. Work for it,” he says, his voice slightly hoarse. “You think I’ll take it easy on you just because we have company?”

Wooyoung lets out a whiny noise but eagerly follows the lead of San’s hand guiding him, now working his cock in earnest as his speed picks up. Drool escapes the corner of his mouth, more dribbling down with every muffled wet moan.

Desperate for friction, Wooyoung’s hips roll forward uselessly — but San stands still as a rock in contrast, content to make Wooyoung’s swollen lips slide up and down his thick length. He’d look utterly unaffected if not for the rise and fall of his chest with hard breaths, his jaw clenched as he watches Wooyoung go deeper with every pass.

Your last shreds of inhibition crumbles away, the sharp pulse in your cunt harder and harder to ignore. You are burning, and your boldness grows in direct proportion to your desperation for relief. A hand slips underneath your skirt, and you sigh at the direct contact, greeted by a slick mess.

San’s eyes flicker to you at the sound, his eyes piercing into the point where your wrist disappears underneath your clothes. You aren’t sure how much he can see, your skirt hiked up but still providing some cover — but you are sure he can hear the faint squelch of arousal as you fall into a rhythm, fingers sliding across your clit in familiar, toe-curling patterns.

You can’t even feel shy anymore at San’s enthralled stare, so deep in the chase for pleasure that his attention only spurs you on. Soft gasps for breath, your lips parting to give free passage to a shameless moan.

“Fuck,” San curses softly, and pulls Wooyoung’s mouth off of him.

Wooyoung is dazed, his eyes a little glassy, and he is reluctant to part his lips from San’s cock. He looks up in hazy confusion, lifting a hand to wipe his smeared face clean.

“Leave that,” San snaps, lightly smacking Wooyoung’s hand away. “Clothes off. On the bed.”

Wooyoung is too far out of it to even consider disobeying, his movements rushed and clumsy as he strips down. San is more controlled as he shucks off his jeans, then grabs for a bottle of lube from his nightstand. He watches approvingly how Wooyoung get on all fours, squeezing the base of his cock to take the edge off before he joins his boyfriend on the bed.

“Here,” he says, grabbing onto Wooyoung’s hips to manhandle him into a position where you get almost a full profile view, then roughly turns Wooyoung’s head towards you. “Let her take a good look at that face, what a pretty mess you made of yourself.”

Wooyoung is a pretty mess; eyes unfocused and mouth hanging open, lips and chin glistening with saliva and precum, his red hair unruly but pushed back to expose his forehead and the small studs of his eyebrow piercing. He is breathing shakily, bent down on his forearms; his back arches prettily, pushing his ass up into the air, and he rocks back in anticipation of having San’s hands on him.

But Wooyoung’s eyes slowly come back into focus when they fall on you, mesmerised by the same view that captivated San only a moment before. He hisses when you bite back a moan, deliberately shifting your thighs to make the skirt ride up higher. “Talk about pretty messes,” he groans. “Fuck.”

You whine, the praise blooming hotly in your abdomen. It’s hard not to squirm under Wooyoung’s heated gaze; so you don’t bother to try and stop yourself, hips rocking forward to meet your fingers as one trails down to press inside you, just a shallow dip, teasing yourself — and Wooyoung.

He groans unabashedly and burrows his face in the sheets, like the sight is too much for him to handle, his back arching deeper.

“That’s it,” San says in a silk-smooth voice, running his hand across Wooyoung’s spine, before drawing back to squeeze at his ass. “You’re enjoying yourself like this, aren’t you? Putting yourself on display like—” San bites something back, shaking his head. (You realise that you wish he hadn’t held back.) “How is it, Woo? Is it just as good as you thought it’d be, hm?”

“Better,” Wooyoung rasps, a crack in his voice. “It’s better, f-fuck, San…”

San chuckles, coating two fingers with a generous amount of lube. “See? That’s what happens when you behave. Never say I don’t reward obedience.”

You can’t quite see from this angle, but you still know exactly when San pushes inside Wooyoung. He shudders at the intrusion with a pleased moan, turning his head to glance back at San. He grins, just a little cheeky, when San’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Did you—?” San blinks, but then his eyes curve into a pleased smile. “You already prepped for this, babe? So considerate,” he purrs, squeezing Wooyoung’s ass in approval. He goes for another finger, just a few passes, but quickly pulls back to slick up his cock instead. “I could get used to this, you’re spoiling me today.”

“It wasn’t for you,” Wooyoung retorts. “Don’t get carried awa-aah—!”

The words are knocked out of him when San lines up and buries himself in Wooyoung’s tight hole in one smooth thrust.

“What was that? Didn’t quite catch that, Woo,” San says, panting slightly. He palms Wooyoung’s ass, then strikes with just enough force to have Wooyoung garble a choked moan. “I’d almost think you were mouthing off again, but that can’t be right, can it?”

“You’ll know when I’m—fuck, nghh!”

San quickly sets a hard pace, and your eyes go wide at the aggressive snap of his hips, brutal and hypnotising. You stop teasing yourself, two fingers picking up speed to match him, the heel of your hand rubbing against your clit. It’s not enough, not nearly enough compared to what you see, and you groan in frustration, pushing yourself to stretch around a third finger, arousal smeared on your thighs and dripping onto the chair.

Wooyoung moans and whimpers loudly with every thrust — noises that you are already familiar with, but never heard so closely, so clearly before, no more walls in between you and him.

San’s teeth are gritted, sweat falling down his chin. He keeps up the punishing slam of his hips as he fucks into Wooyoung, whose upper body crumples into the bed under the relentless onslaught. His knuckles are pale from how hard his fingers clench onto the sheets, prominent veins in his forearms.

Shamelessly, you flip back your skirt entirely and use your free hand to press at your clit at a better angle, wishing desperately for a vibrator; for Wooyoung’s thighs to hump and grind against; for San’s cock plunging inside of you. Their mouths on you, devouring you whole. You whimper as the fantasies pile onto the reality in front of you, augmenting each other and pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Wooyoung looks close to that edge too, his brow knitted, eyes squeezed shut; a faint glimmer of tears on his lashes. Drool gathers on the sheet under his mouth, nothing but garbled nonsense leaving his lips.

“Any smart words, hm?” San demands, grunting tightly from keeping up his pace.

Wooyoung can only moan, squirming in San’s hold. San’s fingers dig harder into his hips, forcing him to take and take and take his cock, over and over again.

There is a triumphant glint in San’s eyes at Wooyoung’s incoherent state, barely able to string two words together. “That’s what I thought,” he chuckles, laying down another smack on Wooyoung’s ass. You can see the reddening imprint even from where you’re sitting. “Never takes long before you’re fucked dumb on my cock.”

Wooyoung sobs, teething at the bedspread as a thick tear rolls down his cheek. You inhale a sharp breath at the sight, shooting through you like lightning.

San hears your gasp and freezes for a moment, immediately turning his head to you. His hips slow down to a shallow rocking, much to Wooyoung’s frustration, but San is focused on you; unsure whether your response is rooted in arousal or something else. “Colour,” he asks, firmly.

“Green,” Wooyoung whines loudly, “it’s green, don’t stop now—”

San smacks his ass with a sharp hit. “I wasn’t talking to you,” he warns and Wooyoung shuts up — though he does not stay quiet, whimpery moans escaping him as he pushes his ass back.

But San pays him no further attention right now, looking at you. His expression is somewhere halfway between the hard dom of tonight and the gentle neighbour that you know; wanting to know for sure that he did not overstep in his degradation of Wooyoung.

You nod, vigorously. “Green,” you say in agreement, “very green.”

The way Wooyoung is losing himself in the thrill over this treatment, the way he revels in pushing San just to make him push back; he visibly gets off on the consequences of his bratty actions — and that is getting you off too.

San holds your gaze a moment longer, like he is gauging the honesty of your answer. Then he nods, with a wink so quick you almost miss it.

“You hear that, Woo? She likes me talking to you like this,” he purrs, leaning over to catch the tear on Wooyoung’s cheek with his tongue. He briefly rubs his nose against Wooyoung’s temple and straightens back up, quickly picking up the pace again.

But Wooyoung has lifted his head, coming just slightly out of his stupor at the sound of your voice. He looks in your direction; at perfect eye level with your leaking cunt, and the three fingers sunk deeply inside.

His face contorts with a pained groan, fingers twitching in the sheets. The lewd display of you fucking yourself on your fingers breaking through his last shred of self-control. “Oh fuck,” he hiccups. “Look at that wet pussy. F-fuck, been so long since I last buried myself in a juicy cunt like that.” He is full-on rambling now, his tongue thick and speech slurred.

You whimper, clenching around your fingers. No touching, you remind yourself. It’s just talk.

“Wanna suffocate between those thighs, god you’d taste so good I just know it,” he babbles, high on the thought of you, and the mental images blaze through your head like wildfire.

He would tease, you are dead certain of it; he’d drive you mad on purpose until you grab his hair and grind into his face, exactly as he wants you to — fuck, that gorgeous slope of his nose looks just perfect to ride up against your clit—

“Woo…” San says warningly, but he is deaf to it.

“Can I—” Wooyoung sobs, repeating the words like a chant, Can I— Can I— Can I—

“Y-yes.”

It slips past your lips before you can think it through. Quiet and desperate; but Wooyoung hears. San hears. He tuts sharply, mercilessly intercepting the shaky hand that Wooyoung reaches out to you.

“You know the rules, Woo,” he chides, but even without him looking your way, it still feels partially directed at you too. “Or are you so drunk on my cock that you can’t remember something that simple? Tell me what the rule is, now.”

“N-no touching…” Wooyoung whines.

San nods in approval, and rewards Wooyoung by reaching around to wrap a firm hand around his neglected cock. “Good,” he coos. “Look at you, you poor thing. So drunk on cock but still starved for pussy.” San’s eyes are on you now, and you’re taken aback by the hunger there, like he has mixed feelings on reinforcing the rule.

“Can’t even blame you for forgetting,” he says with quiet intensity, the smooth roll of his hips losing their aggressive edge, his hand working a little faster instead. Wooyoung makes a noise of complete debauchery, burrowing his face back into the bed with a desperate moan. “What a mess she is making, dripping on my chair,” San goes on, licking his lips, “all just for us. So cruel of me, dangling her in front of you like that. A pretty cunt like that deserves to be worshipped.”

The praise blooms hotly in your core, and with a flash you realise this is San’s way of reassuring you he is not upset about the push against boundaries. Suddenly the heat wraps into a sharp coil, and you’re not sure what does it; San’s hungry praise or the desperate stutter of Wooyoung’s hips as San jerks him off, slick wet noises mingling with shaky whimpers. They pick up in speed as Wooyoung rushes towards his own peak, dragging you down with him into his unravelling.

You fall apart right after he does, broken by his choked up sobs; by him futilely twisting and wriggling against San’s strong grip. Your thighs shake, toes curling, the slide of your fingers against your clit just right — but the sight of the two men in front of you even more potent. Your hips jerk up as pleasure surges through you, mouth falling slack in a silent cry.

Desperately, you try to keep your fingers moving, to ride out this wave for as long as you can; all while watching how San’s palm glistens wetly as he lets go of Wooyoung’s cock and grabs onto his waist, yanking him back as San fucks into him, shifting focus to his own release. Wooyoung is nothing but a crumpled, snivelling mess but still he groans eagerly, encouraging San to use him.

San does just so, leaning over Wooyoung’s prone body to bite at his neck as San ruts into him, panting for breath. San’s moans grow higher than you expected, his low grunts fading away; if he was putting on a tough front when you first came in the bedroom, he no longer is now, too preoccupied with chasing his high.

Somehow it feels vulnerable, his dominant coat slipping off his shoulders. Like it’s something you’re not supposed to see — except he does let you see, lets you watch how the persona falls away as he slowly comes undone. Your breath hitches, a sharp moan catching in your throat as suddenly the aftershocks of your first orgasm stir with renewed life; and just like that you cum again, biting down your noises as though not to disturb San, trembling quietly in the chair as you watch, entranced. San’s hips finally stutter with a loud whine and then he stills entirely, pressing his face between Wooyoung’s shoulder blades with a drawn-out shudder.

With a weak moan your hands fall away; your body spent as though you are the one who just got fucked within an inch of your life.

The bedroom goes silent, almost.

Everyone is catching their breath, and Wooyoung makes an unintelligible sound when San pulls out and gently lowers him onto the bed. San’s eyes go soft as he brushes the hair out of Wooyoung’s face, kissing him on the forehead before he straightens up.

While you and Wooyoung lay boneless, slowly recovering, San rolls his shoulders and stretches his limbs with a quiet grunt, then grabs a robe to put on. He goes back to the nightstand, this time for a bottle of water. You never even noticed the two glasses that he clearly prepared beforehand, along with a few washcloths. He fills a glass, dampens a cloth, and returns to Wooyoung’s side.

Wooyoung hums in thanks as San helps him upright and hands him the glass of water. He takes a slow sip while San starts to wipe the sweat and other bodily juices off his skin, a grin bubbling up to his lips as his energy recharges. “Did so well, Sannie,” he says, stealing little touches with his free hand while San cleans him up. Eyes glittering with pure adoration. “Took such good care of me, you always do.”

“Shush. Drink your water,” San chides him, but his cheeks glow red at Wooyoung’s steady babble of praises.

The intimate sight of San and Wooyoung in their little bubble causes an unexpected fuzzy warmth to bloom in your chest; touched that they also trust you as an audience for this part, the quiet aftermath. It’s making you strangely timid after all that just transpired, smoothing down your skirt almost subconsciously.

Finally San takes the now empty glass back from his boyfriend. He pulls a blanket across Wooyoung’s body and helps him settle on the bed, where Wooyoung immediately snuggles up against a pillow and lets his eyes rest. (For a guy who made a point of ‘being able to go more than one round’, he sure is out like a light.)

San leaves a final peck on the top of Wooyoung’s head and sits back up, then goes to fill the other glass. He brings it to you with a fresh cloth, and hands you the drink. You take it with a grateful nod, but blink in surprise when San leans in to dab the sweat off your forehead.

He seems to suddenly realise what he has done, freezes instantly, then yanks his hand back as though burned. “Sorry,” he mumbles awkwardly, whispering so he won’t wake Wooyoung back up. “Forgot the damn rule myself.”

“It’s okay,” you reassure him quietly, taking the cloth off his hands with a small, tired smile. You really didn’t mind. Did it even count now, during the aftercare?

San returns the smile. “Don’t tell Wooyoung, will you? I won’t hear the end of it,” he jokes, and you raise your thumb and forefinger to your lips to ‘zip’ them closed.

“Your secret is safe with me,” you promise solemnly, but the serious expression does not last for long; pushed out by the undeniable urge to tease San. “Besides, it’s nice to have some blackmail in case I ever need a favour from you.”

“Seriously?” he scoffs. “You’re as much of a handful as Wooyoung, aren’t you?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment!”

“Don’t tell him that, either,” San says with a soft laugh, shaking his head.

It is silent again, and you wonder if you should feel awkward, cleaning yourself up right in front of San. You should, right? But he isn’t watching you anymore, simply keeping you company in the quiet, and somehow the whole thing just feels easy and natural. So you wipe the washcloth across your thighs with a ginger touch, avoiding the places where you are most sensitive. Just a quick pass to clean the worst of the dried arousal and sweat sticking there. You’ll take a proper shower at home.

“About what happened…” San says after a while, when it’s clear you have settled and are breathing a little easier, “what Wooyoung said. What you said—”

“Yeah, I know. Sorry. We did agree on no touching beforehand, I shouldn’t have pushed it.”

He snorts. “You weren’t the only one pushing. But no, it’s fine. I told you, I don’t mind improvising, but in this case…” San hesitates, like he’s not sure how much to say. “Woo is a bit more impulsive than me during a scene. I… like clarity. I like knowing for sure that nobody does anything they might have second thoughts about later. Maybe I’m too cautious sometimes, but that’s how it works for me. So I didn’t shut it down because of you, I want you to know that. That was for me.”

“I understand. You feel responsible for him during a scene like this, right?”

“I am responsible for him. And for you too,” San gently corrects. “That’s how I see it, at least. It’s part of what I signed up for.”

“‘Signed up for’?” a hoarse voice echoes from the bed. “What am I, a job?”

“A full-time one, Woo,” San fires back without missing a beat, smiling fondly as he says it. “How long you’ve been listening in?”

Wooyoung’s head pops out from underneath the blanket, his red hair in complete disarray. But his eyes are already clearer than they were just a few minutes ago; maybe you should give him some credit for his recovery time after all.

“I don’t have second thoughts this time,” he mumbles, his speech still a little slurred.

San just nods in acknowledgement, and turns to you with an inquisitive look. The implied question is all too clear.

“No second thoughts here either,” you agree. No point in getting shy now.

“Well,” San says, and that easy, confident grin is back on his face, “then I guess we’ll have to do this again sometime.”

“Mm, good,” Wooyoung says, turning over to his other side to get settled again. Then he glances back at San, a spark of trouble in his eyes. “Do you need a refresher on the ground rules before that happens, Sannie? Just in case you forget any?”

“Dammit,” San groans under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. Brow furrowed in pain, he gives you a reproachful look for the laugh that you unsuccessfully try to muffle. “So much for your blackmail,” he sighs.

[red-the-dragon-writes]

"Look," Dead End said, sounding really rather put-upon for a guy who was still fucking refusing to get a Seconds-damned move on and just do anything, "for a guy who's as Primus-damned bossy as you are--" "Bossy?" Rex repeated "Particular," Dead End said. "Or whatever. I don't know, whatever word you like, you are not being even remotely helpful right now. I don't know what you want. In case you hadn't noticed, I can't read your fragging mind." That was … fair, which was worse than it being unfair because it meant Rex couldn't just call him a pussy and tell him to pick up the pace. Fucker. "What was your plan for when I was dead, huh? You think I can tell you what to do then?" "You said you were immortal!" "No, I said I could die and I came back, and you said that was the same thing as being immortal. I'm still gonna go inert on you!" "You- strongly implied- " "I implied jack shit," Rex snapped, twisting up. "Look, are we gonna have to hash this out? Sit here and go over exactly what it looks like when you kill me? I know you've killed people before, it's not like I figured it'd be some sort of huge mystery what happens when someone dies- " "You know what," Dead End said, visor dim and frustrated. "Yeah. Let's go over that, shall we? What happens, then, Rex? Do you shit and piss like a corpse and start stinking and rotting? What should I be expecting here?" "Usually my friends show up about half an hour after--" "Your friends?" …oh, he'd failed to mention that, had he. Shit. It wasn't like he was about to back down now, though-- "

most goodest kink negotion ever right here folks

[lifeworkspsych]

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[stupidfatbabygirl]

I would just like to establish that I do not have anorexia or any eating disorder that has the potential to endanger my life. While I struggle with overeating food I do sometimes manage to eat quite healthily. Sometimes it is stress relief to indulge in kink FANTASIES that allows me to explore mixed feelings about having a fat body, and to explore the idea of someone else being the driving factor behind me being more healthy. ANY REAL LIFE PLAY WOULD INVOLVE A LOT OF NEGOTATION AND CONSENT CHECKING. I do NOT condone blogs that promote enabling eating disorders, masked as kink, since this can have incredibly dangerous consequences.

[hopelikethemoon]

Stand Up (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Stand Up Rating: Explicit   Length: 3600 Warnings: Smut (kink negotation, female recieving oral sex, facesitting, fingering, teasing,  regular good ole unprotected sex) also Angst and Period Typical Sexism.  Notes: You can find the Maybe Today, Maybe Forever Timeline here. Set in 1993 Summary: Reader is reminded yet again about how things go at the DEA. 

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“Thanks to the hard work of the DEA the US Customs Service just successfully bagged nearly six thousand kilos of cocaine being smuggled into the US.”

You perked up, “Wait, do you mean we got Raul Marti?” Holy shit. You had been pursuing that jackass right up until you went on desk duty. Even then, Javier had been taking your lead and following through. It was a big fucking deal. 

Your supervisor nodded. “We did indeed.” 

Javier looked pleased with himself, “We caught him bright and early this morning.” 

You grinned across the table at him, heart beating a little faster. That explained why he was up and out of the apartment before even Josie had woken up. Sometime after three his pager had gone off, prompting a hushed conversation on the kitchen phone. 

That explained why he’d strolled into the DEA looking like a rockstar. Something you hadn’t seen out of him since Steve was still in Colombia. You wanted to kiss that stupid grin off his face. Marti was one of the last things you had all worked on together and the fact that he had wrapped it up was exhilarating. 

“I couldn’t have done it without—” 

You. The word died on his lips as Chris interjected. 

“That son of a bitch got what he deserved.” He leaned forward against the table, slamming his fist down for emphasis. “You should’ve seen that asshole crying like a baby in the back of the car.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Any follow through with Mexico? Guadalajara seemed convinced they’d start pushing through Mexico if the US got cut—”

Chris interrupted you, “Yeah, that’s nice, sweetheart. I could use a cup of coffee.” He turned his attention to the supervisor then. The same one you knew was a buddy of his. You’d caught them talking about hitting the shooting range a few weeks back. “I think this warrants a raise.”

“You didn’t do a fucking thing.” Javier snapped, glaring at Chris. “There’s one person in this room who should be praised for apprehending Marti and it’s not you.” 

Your cheeks burned hotly as everyone looked at you. “If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s keeping on a lead.” You rubbed at the back of your neck, glancing down at your hands in your lap. You were buzzing with excitement, but the current situation in the office was robbing you of being able to fully embrace it. “I should call the guys in Mexico.” 

“Sit. Stay.” The supervisor urged in a vaguely condescending tone. “Please.” 

You sank back down into your seat, your eyes flickering towards Javier before looking back towards the supervisor then. 

“Moving forward, I’d like to see Feistle taking the lead on this.” He clasped his hands together. “You’ve certainly done hard work on the case, but this requires—” 

“Let me guess, a man’s touch?” You shook your head and looked away. 

He cleared his throat, “We’re aware that you have duties beyond the DEA. This requires careful attention to detail moving forward and Feistle can handle that.” 

“Duties beyond the DEA?” You raised an eyebrow. “Do you mean my kid?”

He simply shrugged, shuffling files. “Gather the files and make sure Feistle has the relevant contacts.” 

“Fine.” 

 Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table. “Can I get some clarification on those duties?” He questioned, staring the supervisor down. “Because we have the same duties outside of the DEA.”

“Javi don’t.” You held up a hand to stop him from going any further. “Let me get those files together for you Feistle.” You said with a tightlipped smile as you scooted your chair back. 

It wasn’t a fight that was worth fighting. The fact that you had managed to remain part of the case, through everything, was shocking enough. You could do a lot from the comfort of your desk, but apparently even that wasn’t possible anymore. Fucking Feistle.

When you looked through the window into the conference room from your desk, it was clear that Javier hadn’t dropped the topic. He was standing, hands on his hips, heatedly discussing something. And given the fact that he was gesturing in the direction of your desk — you knew who he was talking about. 

You didn’t need a fucking white knight… but it was nice to know he cared.

No one at the DEA believed he really cared about you. You had heard the bullshit that got spread around after the news broke. 

You and Javier Peña. How pathetic did you have to be to trap a man like him with a baby? What, you couldn’t get your partner to want you so you got yourself knocked? 

Not that any of them would’ve cared to know that you had planned to do it all on your own. That Javier was the one who had consistently wanted to spend the night at your place. That he was the one who confessed that he loved you first.

When the assholes at the DEA looked at Javier they saw some bad boy agent, free to sow his wild seeds on hot Colombian nights. And you ruined that image for them. Who could picture Javier domesticated? None of them would ever be able to reconcile that this was the same man who badly sang Stayin’ Alive to your daughter to entertain her after dinner last night.

And that ate at Javier worse than anything else. 

Which said something. 

He wasn’t the man they wanted him to be. 

 ——

 “You’re angry.” Javier pointed out as he sat down on the side of the bed, glancing back at you. You were tucked in under the covers with a good book and a glass of red wine.

“Not really.” You shrugged as you wet the tip of your finger to turn the page. “I think ‘annoyed’ is a better word.” You could feel his eyes boring into you as you skimmed over the page half-heartedly. 

You didn’t want to be mad at Javier. Work was stressful enough. The last thing you wanted was to come home to another evening like this one. Your only conversation all night had revolved around Josie and getting her settled for the evening. 

She was finally starting to sleep through the night and it seemed like a damn shame to waste that. 

“I don’t want to fight—”

“—This is stupid.” 

Both of you laughed. You sat up slowly, sitting your book aside on the nightstand. “Do you remember what I said when I told you I was pregnant?” You questioned, tucking your legs beneath you as you stared at him.

Javier dragged his fingers through his hair and exhaled heavily. “That whole day was a blur.” He admitted. “Everything before and after you told me you were pregnant is a little shaky.” 

“I told you I didn’t need a white knight.” 

He frowned, nodding his head slowly. “Do you want me to sleep on the sofa tonight?”

Your heart clenched. “That��s the last thing I want, Javi.” The bed creaked as you moved towards him, fitting yourself around him from behind. You rested your cheek against his shoulder. “I’m glad you want to protect me, but… I don’t need it. I’ve never needed it.” 

Javier’s shoulders sank. “It’s hypocritical bullshit, baby.” 

“I know.” You sighed, kissing the flat of his shoulder. “It is what it is.”

“I couldn’t bite my tongue. He’s sitting there acting like you’re incapable of doing your job because you’ve got a kid, but she’s mine too. They’re still sending me out in the field.” 

You lifted your hand to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, “Welcome to my life.” You laughed bitterly. “Their opinions aren’t going to change because you get bent out of shape, Javier. I just want to keep my head down and ride this out, alright? I don’t need you sweeping in to try to make things better.” 

Javier reached back to squeeze your thigh, “C’mere.” He urged and you moved to slide into his lap. Your legs wrapped around his hips as you draped your arms over his shoulders. “I’m not doing it to be a white knight or whatever you wanna call it, baby.” He ran his hands along your waist. “I’m doing it because you’re a damn good agent and you deserve to be out in the field.” 

“I know.” You curled your hand around the back of his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “But they’re not going to change, Javi. They’re always going to look at me and see a scarlet letter.” 

“But I—”

“You’re a man, Javier.” You reminded him, looking downwards pointedly. “In case you forgot.” 

Javier rolled his eyes. “I haven’t.” 

You fluffed the hair that fell against his forehead, before tracing your fingertip over the crease between his brows. “I appreciate your willingness to fight my battles, but they’re mine to deal with.” 

“I spent months biting my tongue, baby.” Javier squeezed your hips as he searched your eyes. “I fucking hated it.”

“I wasn’t a fan of it either, but… I love my job. Look, we’ll be out of here soon enough. Just…” You shook your head. “You’ve got to listen to me.”

Javier quirked a brow upwards, a faint smirk playing over his lips. “Why don’t you make me?”

Oh.

You leaned forward and kissed him. “I have ideas to make that happen.” You grinned as you nipped at his bottom lip. “Wanna hear them?”

“Yeah.” He nodded his head, running his hands over your hips and waist, keeping you seated firmly in his lap. 

“I’m going to use you,” You whispered lowly, tracing your fingertip over his bottom lip. “But I don’t want you to come, okay?” 

His Adam’s apple bobbed in this throat. 

“Remember when I mentioned handcuffs?”

“Fuck. Yeah, I recall, baby.” He grinned. “Just remember my right shoulder.”

You rubbed his shoulder, “I remember. I’ll let you have you right hand free, how's that?” Javier had fucked his shoulder up a few years back and it always bothered him when it rained. 

He pulled you in closer, your chest pressed flush to his as he kissed you. His mouth slanted over yours, a hunger igniting a fire in your own veins. 

Javier was typically the more in-control presence in the bedroom. But there had been discussions… And tonight seemed like the perfect excuse to make them a reality.

Reluctantly you pulled away from the kiss, sliding off his lap. “Strip.” You told him, moving towards the dresser to get your handcuffs out of the top drawer. 

He complied, laying back on the bed in all of his bare glory. That was all yours. Holy shit.

You dangled the handcuffs on your finger, brandishing the key. “You want a safe word? In case you want out?”

“I can just tell you.” He shrugged, tucking his arm behind his head as he curled his fingers around his cock and lazily stroked himself. 

“Have a safe word, Javi.”

“Fine…” He ran his tongue over his teeth. “Raspberry.”

You rolled your eyes. “Alright.” You moved back onto the bed, kneeling beside him. “I’m not cuffing your right hand, but that doesn’t mean you can touch me. Understood?”

He nodded. 

“Good.” You curled your fingers around his as he stroked his cock, before you pried his hand away and slid the handcuff around his wrist. You carefully drew it back towards the headboard, attaching it to the wrung. “How does that feel?”

“It’s fine.” He told you, tugging at it slightly. “It’s not too tight.”

You smiled at him, before you leaned down to kiss him. “I know this isn’t something you’ve ever really done before…”

“I’ve definitely never been the one cuffed.” Javier countered, leaning up just enough to brush his lips against yours. “Do your worst, baby.”

“I love you.” You whispered, bumping your nose against his before you sat back. You let your eyes wander over his bare chest, following the dark path of hair downwards to his cock. 

“As much as I’d love to take advantage of that,” You started, tilting your head to meet his gaze. “You have to learn to listen first.”

“Can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” He countered with no small amount of sass.

You scoffed. “I think you’re proof that you can.”

“Touché.” He grinned, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. “What’s your plan?”

“I’m not telling you.” You laughed, moving to get off the bed then. 

“Where are you going?”

“Chill, Javi.”

You vanished out of the bedroom to retrieve a chair from the kitchen, returning with it and sitting it beside the bed. 

“I’m going to remind you that I can take care of myself.” You taunted as you slid off your pajama bottoms, followed by your underwear and sat down on the chair. 

“Damn.” Javier whistled quietly, his dark gaze settling between your thighs as you parted your legs for him. “Was this supposed to be punishment, baby? Because you know I love watching you get off.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re such an ass.” 

“Because I like watching my girl get herself off?” Javier arched a brow at you. 

“Keep talking and I’ll have to find a way to shut you up.” 

“Sounds like a good time.” Javier shot back, grinning at you. 

You held his gaze as you ran your hands along your inner thighs. “This could be you.” You told him, scraping your teeth over your bottom lip as you touched yourself, “I wanted to celebrate our success.” 

“Our success?” 

“How many stakeouts did we go on?” You questioned, a breathy moan escaping you as you circled your clit slowly. “Catching Marti was our success.” 

Javier pulled at the handcuffs as he tried to sit up to get a better view of you. He raked a heated gaze from your face to your cunt, his tongue dragging over his bottom lip as he watched your fingers work over your slick flesh. “So you’re telling me if I hadn’t stood up for you, I could be doing that right now?”

You nodded slowly. “It pays to listen.” 

“I’m enjoying the view.” He drawled out with a nonchalant shrug as he sank back on the bed. 

“Fuck you.” 

“Wish you would.” 

You stopped what you were doing, nearly knocking the chair over in your haste to get up. You climbed back onto the bed, moving to straddle his stomach — which really just denied both of you what you wanted. 

He tucked his hand behind his head to resist the urge to touch you, grinning up at you. “Yes?”

You leaned forward, elbows resting against the bed on either side of his head. “You’ve got one hand. Put it to use.” 

“Fuck.” He swore through his teeth, pulling his hand out from under his head. Javier trailed his fingers down your back, over the curve of your hip, before slipping it into the space between your bodies. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair, letting your lips hover just above his, barely brushing against them. “Javi.” You panted out as he pressed two fingers into you, the angle wasn’t perfect but he made the most of it. 

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” He questioned, trying to lean up to kiss you but you pulled out of his reach. He roughly circled his thumb over your clit in retaliation, working his fingers in and out of you. “You’re so tense.” 

“Don’t push your luck.” You warned him, tugging at his hair roughly before you sat up. You rose up on your knees, giving him better access to your cunt. You leaned back, bracing yourself on his thigh, rolling your hips as he twisted his fingers within you. You were so close but it wasn’t enough… and he could tell. 

“C’mere.” He whispered, withdrawing his fingers from you and curling his hand around your hip. Your brows furrowed, head cocked to the side as you stared down at him. The second he swept his tongue out over his bottom lip, you knew exactly what he was wanting. 

“Oh.” You laughed softly, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I like the way you think.” 

“I figured you would.” Javier teased, grinning up at you as he maneuvered yourself further up his body. The slight stubble on his cheeks prickled against your thighs as they framed his face, his breath hot against your slick folds. 

You gripped at his hair tightly as you lowered yourself to his lips. His tongue swept between your folds, teasing your center with shallow thrusts, before he sought out that little bundle of nerves that was throbbing for attention.

“Like I said,” Your words came out broken and breathy as he sucked at your clit, making your stomach muscles clench. “Creative way to silence you.”

Javier chuckled, the low reverberation going straight through you. 

“You’re never shaving that mustache off.” You told him, tugging at his hair pointedly as he pressed his tongue into you and his mustache dragged over your sensitive clit. “Fuck.” You rolled your hips, grabbing at the headboard for support as you rode his mouth. 

He strained against the handcuffs, reaching up for your arm where you had your fingers curled around the headboard. You interlaced your fingers with his, gripping tightly at his hand as you came apart. He didn’t relent, flattening his tongue out and dragging it between your folds, teasing you until you had to pull away from him — feeling far too sensitive. 

You moved off of him then, flopping back onto the bed beside him. Your eyes flickered downwards, taking in the sight of his cock resting hard against his lower belly. Getting you off had clearly had an effect on him. 

Javier was staring at you, his dark eyes filled with lust and his mustache glistening with your arousal. “Baby.”

You reached out and brushed your fingers over his cheek. “Should I let you out?” You questioned, running your fingertips down his throat, his chest, until you could curl your hand around his cock. 

“You should.”

“I’m not hearing the magic word.”

His brows furrowed. 

“The word is ‘please’.” You told him, pushing your hair behind your shoulders as you sat up. You kept pumping him slowly as you leaned down to kiss him. “Do you want out?”

“Yes, please.” He said hotly, surging up to kiss you again, the handcuffs rattling against the headboard. 

You abandoned him long enough to grab the key off the nightstand, freeing his hand. As much as you wanted to tease him a little longer, you much preferred when he was greedily groping at you. He always found an excuse to touch you, to trace your stretch marks and make you feel beautiful. 

Javier roughly pulled you into his lap, his cock dragging between your sensitive folds, before he rolled you onto your back beneath him. 

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are when you take control like that?” He questioned, grinding against you. 

“Whatever you say, babe.” You taunted quietly, scrapping your nails down his back. He groaned, his hand fumbling between you as he guided his cock to your center. 

You moaned, a little too loudly, and he kissed you to silence you as his cock pressed into you. You rocked into him, hooking a leg behind him for leverage as you moved with him. 

You were sensitive from his fingers and his mouth, pleasure making you flutter around him as he snapped his hips into you. Sometimes you wondered how the two of you hadn’t fallen into bed years earlier. The chemistry had always been there, just waiting for someone to snap. 

And you worked really well together. Not just as partners, or as parents, but as lovers too. 

“F-fuck.” Javier grunted out, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. “Gonna come.” He warned you, as if you couldn’t tell he was about to come apart by the way his pace had gotten sloppy. 

You raked your fingers through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp. He shuddered, your name on his tongue as he slammed forward — spilling within you. You moaned, arching your back as you grinned into him, chasing your own release. 

“I’ve got you,” Javier promised, pressing his hands against the mattress as he dragged himself up. He kept his cock buried within you as he wet his thumb and reached down to tease your clit. 

Your toes curled as your release washed through you, hips twitching as your inner walls clenched around his cock. “Holy shit.” You breathed out as you looked up at Javier. 

He snorted, reluctantly slipping from you as he laid back on the bed beside you. “That sums it up.” 

You rolled onto your side, draping your arm over his chest and your leg over his legs. “Fun?”

He curled his arm around you, rubbing at your side. “Always.” 

Both of you were quiet for awhile afterwards, just laying there basking in the afterglow of really good sex. But then Javier spoke, breaking the silence. “For the record… I’m not going to stop.”

“Hmm?” You tilted your head to look at him better. 

“Standing up for you. It’s not because I don’t think you can handle yourself… We both know you could kill Chris and no one would ever find the body—” 

“I know where to get lye.” You confirmed. 

“It’s my fight too, baby. You and Josie... “ He clicked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head slowly. “I’m gonna stand up for you because that’s what you do for the people you love.” 

You leaned in and kissed him, cupping his cheek. “I love you.” 

Javier bumped his nose against yours, smiling up at you. “We good?”

“I just said ‘I love you’.” 

“I know.” He tilted his head and kissed you again. “Just checking.” 

“We’re good.” You promised. 

[some-stars]

more sub!jaskier fic! picks up directly after the last two installments. today is all kink negotation, with a brief mention of implied past non-con.

(usual disclaimer: this is a first draft, please be nice)

--

Jaskier sat quietly for a minute, thoughts flickering visibly across his face. Geralt waited with, he was surprised to find, a measure of anxiety. Somehow over the last couple minutes it had become important that Jaskier allow him to do this. It was as if the past almost-decade of low-grade worry had been sharpened into a keen point, and the thought of things continuing as they had been was unbearable.

"Well," Jaskier said at last, "I can't say the thought of you ravishing me isn't appealing. So what the hell." He let out a slightly shaky breath and grinned. "I'm not wrong, though, that you've never done anything like this before?"

Geralt shook his head. Prostitutes didn't tend to offer such exotic services, and the few lovers he'd had in his younger days, back when he'd still thought such relationships might be possible for him, had had largely conventional tastes.

"But you could tell me what to do," he suggested.

Jaskier smirked. "That's sort of the opposite of how it's generally done."

"I meant now," he said, a little exasperated. "Tell me what you like, so I'll know."

It didn't seem like an outlandish request, but it left Jaskier flustered and biting his lip for a moment while Geralt waited.

"Okay," Jaskier said finally, and took a deep breath. "What do I like. Well. I guess the big one is I like not being in control. I like...when someone does something to me, or makes me do something, and I don't have a choice."

Geralt's stomach lurched. "You want to be forced?"

He shook his head. "Not exactly. I mean, some people like that, but I don't think you're one of them, are you?"

Geralt felt obscurely insulted, a little, but mostly relieved. No matter if it was what Jaskier needed, he knew he didn't have it in him to hold him down and fuck him while he struggled.

"Not forced," Jaskier went on. "Controlled. Like--well, for instance, I wouldn't come until you let me." His face went pink as he said it and he paused. "Sorry, this is just horribly embarrassing and I've never actually talked about it before." He shot Geralt a weak smile.

"I can't do it to you if I don't know what it is," Geralt pointed out, and Jaskier breathed in sharply and turned pinker still.

"Fair enough, fair enough. Well, that's really--that's sort of the main point of it all, I guess. That’s what the tied up part is about, too--giving up control."

Geralt thought about the marks he'd seen painted on Jaskier's skin so many times--on the good mornings, too, the ones where he seemed to float, he was so happy. "Do you want me to hurt you?"

"I mean--if you don't mind?" He glanced at Geralt uncertainly, nibbling at his lip. "You don't have to."

The consideration touched something soft in Geralt's chest, but he pressed on. "Do you like it?"

Jaskier seemed to study him then, searching his face for--who knew what. Finally he nodded. "Yes," he said. "I mean, don't punch me in the face, or kick me, or anything like that. But some kinds of pain are...good."

Every new question and answer seemed to make him shift uncomfortably and blush more. It made Geralt feel awkward, and rather like an interrogator, and he considered giving up the questioning and just playing things by ear as best he could to spare them both the discomfort.

Then his nose twitched as he caught the scent--faint, but distinct--of arousal on the air. Jaskier licked his lips again, his gaze flicking back to Geralt, and Geralt remembered the first thing he'd said. When someone makes me do something...when I don't have a choice.

Thinking of this conversation as part of what he'd volunteered to do for Jaskier--part of this new responsibility to give him what he needed--made it abruptly much easier.

"Tell me," Geralt said--not harshly, but not kindly either, and Jaskier let out a long, slow breath, closing his eyes, as the arousal scent spiked a little.

"Well. Okay. Uh, I like--being spanked, or hit with a belt. Biting. Being held too hard, or too tight."

"So it bruises," Geralt said, and thought again of the green and purple marks blooming under Jaskier's shirt on countless mornings.

"Yeah. And--rough fucking, so it hurts a little. Not too much. But I like that too." He took a deep breath and clapped his hands together. "And that's probably enough to be getting on with for now!" He looked over at Geralt and grinned, and the warm familiarity of it took Geralt by surprise. "I mean, this is your first time, after all."

Geralt let out a reluctant huff of amusement. "Ever the gentleman." 

Jaskier laughed, and as Geralt watched the tension seep out of his body he realized there was something Jaskier hadn't mentioned.

"Is there anything I shouldn't do?" he asked.

The question seemed to surprise him. "That's not usually something people ask me."

It was pointless to feel angry at people who weren't here, but the anger came anyway. "I'm asking."

"Okay," Jaskier said, with a placating note in his voice, and Geralt made an effort to relax his expression. "Well. I'd rather not bleed," he went on. "And, uh, I don't much care for being choked, or--" He held his hand up to his face so it covered his mouth and nose. His heart sped up as he did it, just for a moment, and Geralt tried as hard as he could not to imagine what he might be remembering.

When he felt like he could say it calmly, he said, "Is that all?"

Jaskier shrugged. "You'll stop if I say stop, won't you?"

"Of course," Geralt said, and kept his face perfectly even as he wondered who hadn't.

"Then there's nothing to worry about," Jaskier said, with a breezy smile. For the first time, Geralt felt a twist of guilt for not offering this sooner. How many bad memories had Jaskier gathered over the years--how many nights had he spent crying soundlessly--when Geralt had been right there the whole time?

He would get it right, he resolved. Jaskier was his friend, however difficult that might be to admit out loud, and he deserved nothing less.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

as though i had wings

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/M6UzADF

by tospreadthewingsofthesoul

Dick stared at his Nightwing suit. He was having a hard time making himself touch it. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than he wanted to crawl back into bed, lights still on, fully-dressed, and sleep. If he put the suit on, he’d have to go out into the cold, spend most of his night chasing down arms-dealers and mercenaries and who knew what. The thought of it made his stomach heave, bile rise up in his throat, some huge, unnamed emotion threatening to emerge from his chest.

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Bruce is back from the dead, and Dick isn't coping well. In fact, he's barely coping at all. It feels as though everything in his life is falling apart. So of course that's when Slade decides to reappear in Dick's life and turn everything upside down. A story about learning to ask for what you need, how to hold your boundaries, and how to trust that the people you love love you enough to help.

Words: 3271, Chapters: 1/28, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), Deathstroke the Terminator (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dick Grayson, Slade Wilson, Rose Wilson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, Roy Harper, Koriand'r (DCU)

Relationships: Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson, Dick Grayson & the Batfam

Additional Tags: Some hurt/comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, implied child abuse (from villains), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Eating Disorders, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Good Slade Wilson, For a given value of Good, BDSM, Dom/sub, Sub Dick Grayson, Subspace, Take-down play, Wax Play, Bondage, Rope Bondage, light suspension, Impact Play, Overstimulation, Under-negotiated Kink, Risk-Aware Consensual Kink, under-negotated consent, Implied Consent, Bruce Wayne is not a great parent but he's trying his best okay?, Dick Grayson Has Eldest Daughter Syndrome, Dick Grayson is a martyr and that shit is not helpful, Dick Grayson goes to therapy!, Non-Sexual Submission, and also, Sexual Submission, Explicit Sexual Content, okay it's gonna LOOK like there's character death, but I need you to TRUST ME, Happy Ending, past dead characters, Grief, implied suicidal ideology, Depression, ADHD, Dick Grayson has adhd FIGHT ME, fanfiction is not a how-to guide, Age Difference, but not even vaguely underage, Kneeling, Whump, just a little bit, Enemy to Caretaker, but only vaguely, there's only minimal enemy here folks, Misunderstandings, Dick Grayson is bad at his own feelings, Slade Wilson is Bad at Feelings, Slade actually behaves pretty okay, but only because he knows it will get him what he wants, So take that for what it's worth, Trans Dick Grayson, Gendered Language, no beta we die like robin

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/M6UzADF

[asreoninfusion]

can you rec any good bdsm fics that show healthy relationships in any fandom or pairing? doesnt matter where

Oohhh. Hmm. Okay, I’m gonna have to admit I’ve been super bad about reading anything, and I don’t think I’ve really properly read fic in like... months. So, I’m a little out of the loop, plus my memory is terrible so I've probably forgotten the ones I have read before. >>

But! I enlisted the help of some of the other friendos I know from the fandom, and here’s a short list. I’ve not read all of them, some are their recs (especially the other fandom ones), but hopefully there’ll be something amongst them that’s what you’re after!

A Head Full of Dream - Kzam Clack, lots of gradual kink exploration

You Belong to Me - Lockea Clack, more formal style of BDSM

The Mission - Ardwynna Combinations up to ASGZC

Tentacle ‘Verse - XpaperplaneX Sefikura, series involving tentacles but also BDSM

Boomchick and Tomo’s NSFW challenges Sefikura, varying degrees of healthy lol, but I’m sure there’s some where they’re on good terms and a lot of kinky shit goes down

Not Beyond Repair - ferix79 FFXV, Chocobros

A Different Kind of Coaching - Nomanono Yuri on Ice, Yuuri/Viktor/Yuri

@up-sideand-down had a BDSM ‘verse with assorted ficlets on Tumblr, but I can’t find it now?? Dunno if that’s Tumblr just letting me not search is properly or it that got taken down. ;^;

It feels kinda narcissistic to bring my own stuff up and I know you said any fandom or pairing, but, uhh. How any do you mean? >> I literally just finished a chapter of a fic today that I’m actually sort of proud of, and it’s got some real good kink negotion and stuff going on in one part. However... it’s also a 2nd person POV reader-insert thing, for youtube fandoms (characters made up by the youtubers, not the actual people themselves or anything), and I am trash. But. Y’know. Very good trash. 

It’s pretty long at the kinky shit doesn’t start until 9000 words in though.

Sorry I can’t be more help, I really am totally out of the loop. DX And also most of my OTPs tend to be antagonistic shits towards each other, so I don’t come across healthy BDSM all that often lol. If anyone else has some cool recs and stuff, please feel free to reblog and add more links for anony here!! ^^

[agentkatie]

OC described by companions

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Mollie Shepard

Blackwall

Shepard’s a fine warrior - er - rogue. Mage? I’m actually not sure what her specialisation is. All I know is the first and only time I tried to shield her in battle, she suggested shoving my mace somewhere I don’t think would have helped the fight. I’ve let her handle her own after that - and she handles her own damn well.

Cassandra

I admit, I am surprised at how much I have warmed to Shepard. She talks far too much and far too loudly, and I would prefer it if she didn’t flirt with me quite so viciously - but beneath the bravado is a good woman, and one who cares deeply about those she calls friends. There is no-one I would rather be in the field with; her tall tales can keep us entertained for hours, and I can always count on her to watch my back.

...do not tell her I said that. She will only turn it into some crude joke.

Cole

The Shepard is starlight, burning, brilliant - and broken. Pain flashes in the silence, sounds of those she loved before - she fights it, but fears it, new and old all at once. She makes everything else so loud even I can’t feel it sometimes - but it’s there, and it won’t go away, even though she wants it to. She thinks she’ll lose it either way.

She doesn’t know he feels it too. I don’t think she’d like it if she did.

Dorian

Ah, Shepard. How one manages to be simultaneously an exceptional commander and a walking disaster is truly beyond me. Alas, it is my destiny to watch on as our other Commander gazes after her like a puppy and she meanders on obliviously, running headfirst at enemies twice her size and generally getting herself into trouble. Of course, I know precisely why he adores her; she’s bright, and fun, and not a moment around her is boring - and despite all that talk, there’s an exceptionally soft heart underneath that spiky armour. I like her a great deal, actually - and I can think of no better match for our Commander.

The Iron Bull

Shep scares me a little bit. Watching a five-foot-nothing redhead beat the shit out of a behemoth was both one of the hottest and most terrifying things I’ve ever seen - and it’s a damn shame we got to burning off that tension too late, cos you just know she’s got some kinks - but it’s worked out for the best, because she’s ended up a good friend. Didn’t think I’d say it when I first met her, but I really would rather see her in bed with Cullen.

Not like that. Well... maybe a bit like that.

Marcus Trevelyan

On the whole, I’m glad I recruited Shepard. I know she finds it hard to be a follower, because she keeps trying to tell me what to do - but I also know it must be difficult for her to reliquish control, and I appreciate that she tries. She helps ground me when the title of Inquisitor feels like far too much, and I’m endlessly grateful for the support she offers. I’m still not sure I can do it, but with her at my side it almost feels like I can.

Sera

She’s a weird one, but - she’s fun, yeah? For a mage, or a not-mage, or - whatever. It’s not great anymore, because she’s propping up the demony one - and I kinda miss it, but it’s not my fault her mate’s actually in with Corypheshit. Still, I wish she’d play more. She’s good people, even if her friends aren’t.

Solas

I suggest you ask her. She gains far more enjoyment from talking about herself than I do.

Varric 

Flash is... honestly, I can’t really get a handle on Flash. She’s a hero in another person’s story, and it makes her a pain in the ass to write. If I cut her from this story too she’ll probably kill me, but if I write what I really want to - Worlds Apart, a story of love and redemption from the Gallows to Skyhold - Curly will definitely kill me. Still, that ‘opposites attract’ shit is a goldmine, so it could be worth the risk...

Vivienne

The small one who can’t go a whole minute without making a joke? She’s clearly impressed by herself - but she does have every right to be. Her talent in battle is substantial - it isn’t magic, apparently, but it is extraordinary - and I respect her drive and tenacity a great deal. That being said, I could go without hearing her cackle quite so obnoxiously.

Cullen

Wha- why would you--? Ah - very well. Shepard is... a remarkable woman. I was not my best when we first met, but despite my shortcomings she has always believed in me, even when I did not believe in myself. She is unflinching in her morality, yet she has shown me nothing but kindness, and compassion, and has made me feel-- well. She has simply made me feel, as I didn’t think I ever could.

In truth, Shepard is like no-one else I have ever known, and my life is infinitely better for her presence. No matter what comes next, I am honoured to have called her a friend.

Josephine

Shepard is a vivacious, charming woman, and the worst dancer in the entirety of Thedas. I have spent my adult life negotating the knife-edge politics of The Game, and yet teaching Shepard how to waltz was possibly the most challenging task I have ever faced. It isn’t even difficult; it is only three-- ahem. But I digress. Her lack of talent in the ballroom is, fortunately, not representative of her skill in the field, and I sleep much easier, knowing she is beside Marcus in his battles.

Leliana

I have spent the past six months trying to find any information on Shepard, and I haven’t uncovered a thing. It is as though the woman simply appeared out of thin air. I do believe she’s here for the right reasons - she is too easy to read to hide some secret allegiance to Corypheus - but I’d be more reassured if I knew something of her past. We don’t even know if she’s really a Commander - though considering how she likes to boss others around, I think it’s safe to assume that, at least, is true. The upside: the Inquisition is stronger for her allegiance. The downside: Cullen is worse than useless whenever she is in the room.