#kink negotation

[ineffablecabbage]

Today is one of those days on tumblr where people are annoying me by whining about everything that

a. Isn't actually harmful

b. Brings people joy.

Lord, quit complaining about people shipping things you want to stay platonic. If you want it to stay platonic, then don't ship it! Problem solved!

You don't want to read carefully negotiated BDSM fic? THEN DON'T! There is plenty of dirty wrong filthy smut that has not an ounce of negotiation, and bitching about people enjoying kink negotion is easily one of the dumbest things in the world. How does it hurt you?

Anyway, it's negative 10 here and the block button is getting a workout today.

[adutchlover]

Come light me up

by adutchlover | part 3 Camboys AU (1/?); Voyeurism; Dom/sub Undertones; Power Dynamics; Power Bottom; Porn With Plot; Co-workers to lovers; Under-negotioned Kink; Charles brat; Sex-Tape; Praise Kink; Denial of Feelings; Other tags to be added.

“I want you to let me guide you.”

Though the line hasn't gone completely silent—with Max's calm breathing on the other end and Charles's breathing here, as controlled as he can keep it—silence hangs between them for three seconds.

One second to blink.

Another one to swallow dry.

And the third for Charles to lick his lips as he waited for an answer.

Maybe he needed the fourth to breathe because he nearly chokes on what comes next.

“Like you fucking me?”

By the king's mercy, Charles feels so warm at the thought that he almost loses his breath.

“Uhm, no,” he offers, his timbre low but broken, betraying him. “Like me making you beg to fuck me.”

“Oh.”

And here is Charles, feeling like he’s plucking David’s sword from the rock. Because in a world where Max Verstappen—someone Charles knows so little about but can already read as calm and collected—has this kind of reaction, it means a lot. More than Charles is willing to admit, but enough to know he’s on the right track. The track he wants to prove a point.

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[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!

[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

[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 🙏🏾

[math-is-magic]

I really liked that concept someone talked about as "diegetic vs. non diegetic consent." Basically, the same ways we have with music in movies, sometimes there's diegetic consent/kink negotation/whatever and it's all on page, and other times... it's just there because the author wrote them all as enjoying it. Or, at the very least, because there's not a real person who's being violated; the consent is between the author and the reader.

ON the subject of undernegotiated kink in fanfiction. i think we should talk more about how the concept of "not talking about it" is just as much wish fulfillment for some people as "in-depth, therapy-speak conversations where everyone is clear and understood" is for others

like yes, in reality the antidote to shame is open honest conversation with someone who will validate your feelings and wants blah blah blah but SOMETIMES what i want out of my fanfic is characters being understood without having to expose themselves in that way. SOMETIMES it's fun to not dismantle the shame and repression all the way and to instead treat that understanding-despite-not-being-clear as the fantasy

[dollpiles]

green-tea bitch is really awesome right now. maybe this is showing my inexperience with manhua, but I've never seen a series make kink negotation and the learning experience of that such a central part of its narrative. it's cool as hell.

[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.”

keep reading on ao3

[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]

Considering consensual non-monogamy means coloring outside the lines: it is not always clear how to go from the desire to be open to the actual practice of CNM. In this workshop, "Consent, Negotiation and Boundaries in Consensual Non-Monogamy (CNM) Relationships," Dr. Eli Sheff explains consent, provides some tips for positive negotiation, explores boundaries, provides some exercises to help develop boundaries and explains some barriers to establishing and enforcing boundaries. Hosted by LifeWorks Psychotherapy Center, this community workshop takes place in Chicago on July 7th. Learn more details and RSVP at the link.

[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! 

[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.

[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

[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)

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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.