#kink negotiations

[needycatboy]

blindfolds are so hot, and i'm thinking about all the humiliation opportunities 😳😳😳

you can't see that they're taking photos of you while they fuck you, and every now and then you find new slutty photos you didn't know were taken of you when you go to check your camera roll.

being blindfolded by ur dom before they start doing That Thing That Makes You Whimper, and having no clue they've got the audio recorder on their phone open on the nightstand,, not until they send it to your friends for them to tease and mock you with.

being entirely unsure of what they're going to do next, and hearing them laugh at you as they play with your tcock and alternate between soft and mind numbing strokes and harsh stinging slaps, delighting in how fun it is to watch you gasp and squirm when your pleasure is interrupted.

trying not to melt under their attention, listening to them describe in detail how you look right now, so pathetic and desperate for something to fill you up. it's too bad you can't see yourself, i guess you'll need me to tell you everything.

uhm. does anyone wanna blindfold me?

[noyzinerd]

Sterek Rival Lawyers AU

It's A (Court) Date

Imagine, high-class, Ivy League, hot-shot, attorney Derek comes back from New York to the family firm to take over as partners with his sister after his parents decide to step down. He may not be on the level of his mother yet, but he's cut his teeth against Wall Street wolves and ruthless white-collar sharks. Derek's more than proved himself, so he just can't fathom these small criminal court cases his family is making him take "before he's truly ready" to be a part of the family business.

Enter in his first case. Right out the gate, the state assigned defense is, not only late to court, but also arrives in a flurry of limbs and papers, tripping all over himself, and profusely apologizing to the room as a whole. "Sorry! Sorry! Car trouble!"

The guy is out of breath, tie crooked and hair a mess. It makes Derek wrinkle his nose at the unprofessionalism and the blatant disrespect to everyone's valuable time.

The presiding judge, the Honorable Ms. Lydia Martin, only sighs a heavy sigh, as if this sight is nothing new, and says "Mr. Stilinski, I suggest you don't let it happen again."

Derek is honestly getting annoyed by how easy this is going to be. He could've been doing literally anything else right about now rather than being here going against a common rent-a-lawyer with some Podunk community-college degree. The opening statement for the defense is laughably inept. Full of nervous stuttering, backtracking, running tangents, and babbling. He's still apologizing, trying to assure the jury that he's just having an off-day today.

It's embarrassing to watch.

Nonetheless, Derek goes through the motions, practiced and poised. Examines all the evidence, presenting times and dates, prior arrest records, the works.

During this time, Mr. Stilinski is frantically (and VERY LOUDLY) flitting through a cartoonishly large stack of papers and whispering to his client. Derek has to fight to grit his teeth through his presentation.

Finally, it's time for Mr. Stilinski to cross-examine Derek's client and, unbeknownst to him, the beginning of Derek's long, long spiral of madness for the rest of his career.

"Judge Martin, I would like to move to have this case thrown out."

"Oh?" asks Judge Martin. For some reason, there's an amused smirk, almost fond, tugging at her lips "On what grounds?"

A giddy, almost manic, grin takes over the defense attorney's face just then. "On the grounds that the prosecution's client is full of bullshit."

The judge rolls her eyes and an exasperated "Stiles," slips from her lips, seemingly against her will. (Derek's not really surprised by the familiarity between the two of them. With how often state-assigned lawyers are called to the courtroom on small cases, it wouldn't be too big of a leap to suggest they might be chummy.)

"Respectfully, of course." Mr. Stilinski--er Stiles?--winks back at her.

"Objection. Your honor, this is ridiculous."

"Overruled. Make your point, Stilinski."

"Mr. Davis says he saw my client at 12:30 P.M., on August 4th, attempting to take his back-right hubcap outside his apartment. Mr. Davis' apartment complex at that time, on that particular day, would have cast a huge shadow over the back lot as evidenced by the gaudy sundial-art-installation outside the courthouse. Meanwhile, my client's picture, when taken in for questioning, has a sunburn on the entire right side of his face. This would corroborate Mr. Lyle's story of walking home alone, down the upper, unshaded side of Elmore Street, during one of the hottest days of the year, for an hour straight. Also, the fact that Mr. Davis has no realistic idea how long it would actually take a person to steal a hubcap should be evidence enough."

"Uh-huh. And this wouldn't happen to be something you've ever had any expertise in, would it, counsel?"

"I plead the 5th."

And just like that, Derek's case is thrown out so quick, he's still reeling about it all the way home.

For the next two years, this becomes Derek's life. This man, this Stiles Stilinski, keeps showing up like a whirlwind and absolutely puts him in his paces.

Stiles, as he insists Derek call him, is a powerhouse. Relentless and unstoppable. That mouth can filibuster for literal hours (which, for those unfamiliar, is when someone legally cannot be forced to give up their time on the floor as long as they can keep talking), that brain quick as a whip, with a hunger for research, a mastery of the English language svelte enough to trip up even the most well-rehearsed lie, and an attention to detail like nothing Derek has ever witnessed before. It's like he knows every law inside and out. Lives it. Breathes it. It's like he had been raised on the law his whole life. Not only that, it's like Stiles enjoys it. Every case is a new game to get excited about.

All of it makes Derek's blood boil.

However, it's not always about losing to Stiles all the time, because, honestly, that might be less humiliating.

In truth, when faced against Stiles, Derek's bound to win about 60% of the time. Out of that 60%, only 5% of those wins actually feel earned. As for the other 55%?

He knows Stiles is letting him win.

Derek can't prove it, but he knows the asshole is holding back on purpose nearly half the time. Knowing that Stiles could have beaten him if he wanted to, but didn't, is somehow more frustrating than just losing.

He hates Stiles.

He hates that the guy is so chipper and playful all the damn time. He hates that Stiles could probably work at any firm he wanted, could make enough money to get a decent car that doesn't shit out all the time, could buy a proper-fitting suit, but instead CHOOSES to stay here "watching out for the little guy", as he so put it.

He hates that facing Stiles in court is the most challenged, the most motivated he's ever felt in his entire life. He hates that Stiles brings out in him the spark of passion and drive Derek had long thought had died. He hates that Stiles always tries to banter with him during recess or whenever they have to exchange evidence.

He hates finding out that Stiles only loses cases on purpose when his endless amounts of research points to the defendant actually being guilty of horrendous crimes, because Stiles is a good fucking person.

He hates Stiles' constant teasing and he hates that Stiles is somehow able to bring Derek down to his childish level to tease back. He hates how much he looks forward to court-dates with Stiles now. He hates being invited out by Stiles over and over to grab a bite together after a long day, as if Stiles hasn't been wiping the floor with him on this case for the last month. He hates it even more that he always accepts and that now they have their own designated booth at the diner across the street. Derek's so unbelievably frustrated, it makes him want to bite Stiles at the neck just to hear that smartass mouth squeal.

"Hey, I ever tell you I was thinking of quitting before you arrived?" Stiles asks one night as they're walking to their cars.

Derek's head immediately snaps to him at that. "What?"

Stiles smiles distantly at the thought. "Oh, yeah. Things had started feeling like being trapped in a cubicle, y'know? There wasn't any challenge in it anymore."

"What made you stay?"

"Well...you did. You were the first, serious competition I'd faced in a while. It wasn't a matter of winning just to win, anymore. Going against you always reminded me of the reason why it was important for me to win. It gave me stakes, because now there was an actual chance I could lose and an innocent person could go to jail. You, I don't know, kinda reignited my passion for fighting the good fight, I guess."

Derek can feel his heart thumping hard in his chest. He wants to say 'You did the same for me!' He wants to tell Stiles that he didn't think his life could ever be this fun or happy or messy or chaotic or exhilarating or challenging or fulfilling before coming to Beacon Hills.

But just as Derek goes to open his mouth to sing Stiles' praises, he instead finds himself roughly shoving him up against the Camaro and biting hungrily at that mouth and tongue that's been the bane of his existence. There's a surprised little squeak that Derek quickly swallows up, but it isn't long before they're both tearing at each others' clothes and fucking each other dirty in the backseat of Derek's car.

What's crazy is, after they get together, nothing in their careers really changes. The only difference is now they get to fuck each others' brains out after an intense battle in court (and the sound Stiles makes when Derek bites him is exactly what he always imagined it would sound like). They still face against each other on opposite sides in court. They still give it everything they got, no conceding even if they are dating now. Not to mention, Derek wouldn't dream of tempting Stiles over to his firm. Not when he knows Stiles is at his best staying where he's at.

The day Derek's family finally decides it's time for him to take over the firm with Laura is the best day of his and Stiles' lives.

Not only does Derek tell them he's declining, he hires Stiles as his attorney to negotiate terms against his entire family of well-seasoned lawyers.

The entire month-long negotiation results in Derek, not saying a single word, but absolutely beaming as he watches his boyfriend run circles around his mother, his father, his uncle, and both of his sisters on contracts. It's so unbelievably hot, they're banging on whatever flat surface they can get their hands on every time they leave the boardroom. There's even one very memorable blowjob in the empty hall outside the boardroom when Stiles somehow manages to get Peter to agree to a (most likely illegal) clause dictating the firm will pay Stiles a finder's fee for any pro-bono case Stiles takes on outside of Beacon Hills that strikes his fancy.

And, no one says it, but they all know Derek definitely, 100%, dragged his own firm through this negotiation just to show off how incredible Stiles is to his family and preen about it.

--

Fast-forward, Derek is going to be in the audience for the first time for one of Stiles' cases.

While waiting in the hall, Derek sees a familiar face from his New York days. The prosecution has hired the eighth best lawyer money can get, Jackson Whittemore. He's sporting a Rolex, sunglasses indoors, and the face of someone who thinks he's above literally every other person in town.

Well, at least until he sees Derek.

For some reason, Jackson seems to think Derek is all the way out in the middle of nowhere to 'watch a master at work' (which...well...is technically true...).

As Derek goes to sit in the audience, Jackson tells him in passing, "This'll be over so fast, probably won't even get a chance to learn the other guy's name."

Derek chuckles and says back, "Ooh, buddy, you have no idea."

Before Jackson can think more on that, a whirlwind of limbs and papers suddenly hurls through the doors.

Derek sits back, gets comfy, and waits eagerly for the show to begin.

My first moodboard. Hope you enjoy. AU based on a discussion with @casually-eat-my-soul (I suggest checking out their version). This was kind of like a divergence from that (the brain juices just started flowing).

[babygirl-diaz]

Someone write me a top/dom Buck and bottom/sub Tommy fic please? I will love you forever. 🥺

No but like please imagine this… Tommy’s never dated anyone who is built like a truck like Buck. He wants Buck to completely dominate him… bend him over his knees and spank him, use toys on him, put a collar around his neck, put his hand around his neck, and treat him like his own personal sex toy. But he doesn’t know how to ask and then one night when things start getting hot and heavy…:

Tommy: *puts Buck’s hand around his neck* Choke me

Buck: *pulls his hand away* Wait what?

Tommy: Put your hand around my neck and squeeze?

Buck: You sure about that? I mean we should talk about it first

Tommy: What’s there to talk about? I give you my enthusiastic consent to choke me

Buck: You sure?

Tommy: Evan, I swear if you don’t choke me then I’ll choke you instead and it won’t be the fun kind.

[i-guess-im-into-this-now]

Xie Lian: Sure we have a safe word, though my San Lang is so considerate I've never needed to use it.

Shen Qingqiu: Having a safe word is pretty important. You have to let your partner know if you don't like something, even if it makes them cry. Why are you laughing?

Wei Wuxian: Well, it's just... You know how it is when you're begging for mercy and it just encourages your husband to be even crueler?

Shen Qingqiu: ...no?

Xie Lian: Um...

Wei Wuxian: It's like, no matter what you say, or do, or want, it doesn't matter. Like the situation is just out of your control. There are no decisions to be made and no actions for you take. All you can do it just take whatever is happening to you. It's very freeing. I just feel like it wouldn't work if I could stop him. I'd still be in control and I don't want that.

Shen Qingqiu: ...T-That...that sounds terrible! I'm married to a demon, he's married to a Calamity and yet somehow you and your human husband are the most depraved. I feel like out of all of us, you need a safe word the most. Don't you agree Xie Lian?

Xie Lian *blushing*: ...um, actually, I think Wei Wuxian makes a compelling argument. *Pulling out a set of dice* I need to go.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Kinktober 9 - Pony Play

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Unnamed F!OC, established PriceGhost and Laswell x OC

CW: Pony play, dehumanization, no explicit consent, PIV sex, breeding kink, implied insemination

Note: Pet and animal play can be freeing, but also triggering for some people. This story is from Simon's POV, and the unnamed OC is not described beyond she/her pronouns and her labia being called her "cunt." Please mind the CWs.

Things are easy for Simon when he’s in pony space. He’s strong, useful. And today, he’s got a very specific use. He turns a tight circle at Price’s instruction, giving Kate a good look at his form. It’s mostly show. Kate’s seen him this way before, gear a bit scuffed from a couple of hours pulling a cart.

“He’s in fine form,” Kate eventually says. “I’ll get my girl set up in the barn.”

Price chuckles, and leads Simon over to the hose by his halter. He’s not exactly gentle when he hoses Simon down, but it feels good. It feels even better when Price strips him of everything but his bridle and starts stroking his cock in firm, efficient pulls.

"There's my good boy. Been real patient, real polite,” Price rumbles. “Gonna give Kate's cute girl a champion, yeah?"

Simon grunts out an affirmative noise, arms crossed behind his back like he’s been trained. He stomps a foot when he’s closer to cumming than he knows Price wants him. A heavy hand pats his chest twice in appreciation before he’s being put into his stud gear. He lets Price put him into sturdy boots and a secure chest harness, then bends to press his face against the side of the house as Price eases his tail plug into place.

Finally, his handler leads him into the barn with a firm hand on his halter. Simon has a hard time not surging forward when he sees a sweet thing bound to the breeding bench. Kate’s tied her so her legs are bent, but even if they weren’t, she wouldn’t be able to reach the ground. She’s helpless, presented for a stallion at Kate and Price’s bidding.

Simon tries not to be impatient as he’s led forward. He’s secured to his own rig, so he won’t put too much of his weight on his partner. Price laughs as he shuffles from foot to foot, and Simon blows a restless snort through his nose. Kate runs a gentle hand down her girl’s spine when she shivers in response.

And then Price’s hand is back on his cock, guiding him, notching the head of his cock at her cunt and giving a sharp order to mount.

Simon doesn’t hesitate to thrust forward. She opens beautifully, gasp muffled behind a gag. Kate’s done a good job preparing her, but Simon is still big and he’s not interested in being gentle. He’s bottomed out three hard shoves, and then he’s going. He grits his teeth in his bit as he huffs and grunts, imagines she’s doing the same from the way her cries echo his.

Simon’s vaguely aware of Kate checking in with her girl. Whatever encouragement she whispers results in a tight squeeze that makes Simon’s eyes cross as his hips stutter and he cums. Price watches, arms crossed across his chest and nods. So Simon barely gives himself a moment to breathe before he’s back to his previous, near frantic pace.

She comes on his cock like that, once, then again when Kate presses a wand between her legs. The sensation startles a growled moan from Simon, but he doesn’t falter. He keeps riding her until she shakes through another orgasm with a whimper. She must signal something to Kate, because Price steps forward after that.

"Finish up," his handler growls, with a slap to Simon's ass. "You're wearing the poor girl out."

So Simon does. He gives her a few harsh thrusts before growling through a second climax, leaning his entire weight into the rig that holds him upright. He doesn't pull out until Price releases his harness and he can lean down to brush his lips over his play partner’s shoulder blade.

[secriden]

tongrak and his 'i'm about to have glorious jealousy-induced possessive!kink sex' shirt

lets talk about how tongrak puts on the same shirt. sets the scene up so that mahasamut is going to come find him. clearly at least encourages if not instigates the drink with another man. smiles when the other man holds his hand and only pulls away once he knows mahasamut is watching.

(i love the implication that mahasamut was glaring SO HARD the guy noticed him in his periphery and knew it was because of tongrak)

when mahasamut slams his hand against the wall over his head, tongrak visibly shuffles his feet forward whilst leaning back against the wall so he's even smaller/shorter than mahasamut. claims to have been touched at his waist and thigh (...?? when??). grasps at mahasamut's shirt as if to pull him closer even as he's shaking (in fear? excitement? both?). literally does that thing where he moans into the kiss.

then has the audacity to bite his lips and smile possibly the most smug smile ever as he remembers the moment.

[delphi-shield]

outfit control ↪ leon s. kennedy

DI!Leon / fem!reader age gap implied, power dynamics at play, soft dom leon mdni - 18+

First of all, this man is not doing a 24/7 dynamic. He doesn’t mind playing, and he doesn’t mind power dynamics outside the bedroom from time to time, but he is so goddamn tired. He cannot be responsible for your every action. He’s going to snap if he has to micromanage you. He requires a firm ‘scene start’ and ‘scene end’.

Look me in my eyes and tell me where Leon ‘You’re Pulling Me Off Furlough Again?’ Scott Kennedy has found the time to be an experienced dominant.

Dude spent years unable to form lasting relationships. He’s got experience, but he’s rarely had the chance to cultivate anything close to a dynamic with someone.

So, yeah, not exactly ‘World’s No. 1 Dom’. He’s doing his best out here, and his best is fumbling and awkward and endearing. 

Sex? No prob.

Communicating openly about his wants and desires? Hm. Perhaps a slight prob.

He wasn’t even sure he was going to like having all the control that you wanted to give him.

However.

If there’s one thing about Leon, it’s that he’s gonna study. He’s gonna learn the ins and outs, and he’s going to improve. Dude likes to learn. He goes down rabbit holes all the time. If you look through his bookmarks, half of it is just wikipedia articles he hasn’t finished reading yet. When you ask him to try this with you, it’s like you’re handing him homework. He takes this shit seriously.

He’s not gonna ask you about what you want, he’s going to go on a several hour long deep dive.

He’s holed up in his office in the late hours of the night, scouring the internet and leaving behind a very incriminating search history. You don’t even know how many burner accounts this guy has. Ever since you showed him the power of adding ‘reddit’ to the end of a google search, he’s been unstoppable.

(“Did you know that the origins of BDSM date back to Mesopotamia.” “Leon, it’s four in the morning. Please just come to bed.”)

He eased you into it, more for his sake than for yours. Straight up picking out your outfits was a little much for him, especially if you were actually planning on leaving the house that day. It’s not a humiliation thing for him, it’s more the thrill of control and seeing you all dressed up like he wants.

So he starts small. Picks out your jewelry, asks you to wear your hair a certain way, things that are somewhat innocuous in his mind.

Once he gets comfortable with that, he asks you to select a couple outfits for him to pick from. Send him a picture of you wearing the outfit he picked, he’s gonna be thinking about it all day long.

Sometimes he’ll pick out every piece of your outfit himself, but he still has you pick out options for him to choose pretty often. He knows your wardrobe pretty well by this point, and he puts together surprisingly competent outfits that you never would have paired yourself.

He’ll put together an outfit for you and sometimes there’s just? A new dress? New panties? You have never seen these before. He denies buying them for you, insists that you just have too many clothes to know what you have in your closet. He delights in spoiling you, and even more in surprising you with clothes like this.

This is absolutely not an everyday thing. (Again, see above – too busy. Would explode if he had to take full responsibility for your well-being.) He’s only just starting to take care of himself, don’t make him try to take care of you, too.

Gets legitimately pouty if you don’t wear what he picked out for you. God help you if you changed clothes without asking him.

Wanna see a grown man mope around? Wear a different shirt.

His idea of a punishment is a funishment. Good luck getting him to actually punish you. He’d much rather overstimulate you until you’re crying, your hand fisted tight in his hair, pleading for him.

Highkey wants you to pick his clothes out too. He’s not going to tell you this. You’ll have to read his mind.

You picked out his tie for him exactly one time and he’s been riding that high ever since. He would much rather try to trick you into picking things out for him.

(“Can you grab my tie for me?” “Sure, which one?” “...Oh, y’know.”)

It’s like pulling teeth to get this guy to tell you what he wants in this regard, I’m so serious.

Also he’d love to coordinate outfits, especially for special occasions. He’s not into matching, but he loves to have a theme, something that unifies the both of you. If it’s subtle and it signifies the two of you as together without screaming it to the world, then he absolutely adores it.

"Excuse me." Your step pauses. Leon's practically pouting from his seat on the couch, arms folded over his broad chest.  “What?” You ask, smothering a smile. “I don’t think that’s what I set out for you.”  He taps his thigh, waving for you to come over to him. You gravitate towards him and stop short. You know damn well that he wants you to sit on his lap. You give a little spin instead, showing off the outfit you had selected. His brow furrows, his forehead creasing at your brazen display. “You don’t like it?” You ask, innocently enough. Leon scoffs. His hand encircles your wrist, tugging you closer. “I didn’t say that,” he says, urging you to his lap. This time, you relent. “You look very nice. But that’s not what I set out for you, is it?” You shrug. Play dumb. He can’t prove shit. “Your memory must be going, old man.” Leon tuts, tugging at a lock of your hair. His hand splays over your thigh, warm and encompassing. To his credit, he keeps his eyes on yours, not on the enticing expanse of skin that’s been bared to him so readily. “Pretty sure the dress I picked out for you was longer than this. You trying to tell me something?” “I plead the fifth.” “I guess we’ll take it to a jury of your peers, then.”

[saccharinenectarine123]

“Strip.” The word came out rough, commanding, carrying the force of something uncontainable.

Lando froze, his breath hitching audibly. His gaze darted to Oscar’s face, searching for something—hesitation, a joke, anything—but found none.

This was taking too long.

Oscar released his death grip on Lando’s fireproofs. His hands ached, feeling the indents left by the hard zipper, the stiff fabric. Despite it, he yanked Lando’s zipper down with swift, brutal force. Lando twitched, breath hitching. One shoulder emerged almost shyly as it was freed from the fabric. It was smoothly tanned. Unmarred. Bared to Oscar’s hungry gaze. He wanted to ruin him. In one swift motion he leaned down and set his teeth into the sweet curve of Lando’s neck. Right where it met his shoulder, and bit down.

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Or: Lando comes looking for Oscar after the Abu-Dhabi podium and finds a hell of a lot more than he bargained for in Oscar's drivers room. Ft getting walked in on and that not stopping the boys for one second.

[not-poignant]

I’ve been trying to wrap my head around this, but do you think Arden is abusive to Efnisien in FFS? It seems like Efnisien does not like pain yet Arden inflicts pain on him anyway and enjoys it. Can you help me understand?

Hi anon,

Arden is absolutely not abusive to Efnisien. He's probably one of the least abusive characters out there. He is a sadist though.

So, I'm going to be talking about this from the perspective of consent systems, as well as kink, and kinkshaming (which is what you're doing here).

The first thing is no, I can't help you understand if you don't after 770k words of Efnisien clearly consenting to what Arden does to him, feeling free to withdraw consent, being encouraged to withdraw consent, and having Arden constantly check in with him.

The second thing is, it's not your job to understand. That's not what kink is about!! It's your job to accept that someone else wants it and consents to it. This is true in real life as well!

In the world of kink, you are going to come across things that don't make sense to you, where the idea of going through what the other person is going through makes you feel revolted, disgusted, uneasy, or even scared. But you're not the one going through it! You're not the one being asked to consent to it! And therefore, your perspective on it truly does not matter when it's about two other people who have talked about it, negotiated it, consented to it, are consenting to it in an ongoing, informed, engaged manner, and are very clearly happy with what's happening - if not during - then definitely before and after, and aren't asking for anything to change.

These are the basic building blocks of respect in kink society, and it sounds like you don't have them. Which - fair, if you're not in that society, but if you don't want to be someone who kink-shames, it's very important to replace 'I don't understand it therefore it's abusive' (???) with 'I don't need to understand it because they are clearly consenting to it, and where there is consent, communication, and ongoing negotiation, it's none of my business. To assume that what they're doing is wrong or abusive simply because I don't like it is now under the umbrella of kink-shaming, which means I'm the problem here.'

There are many many things in kink that you won't ever understand. I really don't think I can persuade you in one anon response and I don't want to when I wrote nearly a million words about it, y'know?

But I do advise you to make sure that you know that just because you don't like something, doesn't mean this has any impact on what's happening in another person's relationship when there's ongoing, engaged consent. You don't need to understand it, and it's not anyone else's job to make you understand. There's some stuff in kink that I will never want to be around, and I genuinely struggle to see what people get out of it, but - good news - it's not my job to understand! I don't ever have to go through it, and those folks are consenting and living their best lives.

If they're ever not, that won't be about the kink, it will be about ignoring withdrawn consent, or removing someone's consent, or violating their consent.

But other people's kinks aren't about you, they aren't for you, and they don't require your understanding of them, they don't need you to wrap your head around it, in order to not be abusive.

If you can't understand the foundations of consent, negotiation and the overall health and happiness of people in a relationship, I've got nothing anon.

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

This week, we have six fics that feature kink negotiation or talk about sexual boundaries! Check them out beneath the cut, and as always - be sure to comment or kudos if you like them!

reaching the starlight by CherryMilkshake, eldritchmochi (86552, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Eating disorders, past abuse and mental illness

The camming AU - Essek is a successful cammer. Caleb doesn't have the money for the same sort of equipment, but is better at speaking. They decide to team up for views

Reccer says: So much of the hotness comes from them discussing what they will and won't do in front of the camera - the somewhat clinical negotiations vs. the attraction they feel towards each other

coping skills by eldritchmochi (251061, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Don’t we all have mistakes we wish to correct? Essek has made many and, caught up in a whirlwind romance with a Dom perfect in all the ways he didn’t know he wanted, he makes many more.

Reccer says: so much kink negotiation and a thoughtful look at kink with health conditions and disabilites

I can be the subject of your dreams by lakrisrot (enheduane) (3307, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent

Caleb (consensually) fucks Essek's body while he sleeps

Reccer says: I liked it!

reflections and other illusions of control by atlasarcana (15022, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek has silent frustrations about his bedroom life with Caleb, so he tries to summon a version of Caleb from another timeline to see if that'll help, but it ends up being a Volstrucker Bren version of Caleb. All three still negotiate sex, but it's mostly about Caleb not being able to Dom how Essek wants to be Dommed and handing the reins to Bren.

Reccer says: Bren (Scourger AU Caleb) has a very antagonistic relationship to Essek and Caleb in this fic series at first, but it's interesting watching that antagonism evolve into understanding & compassion, especially regarding sexual boundaries

Suspicions (The Empire Spy) by Im_sorry_dont_judge_me (8259, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent

Caleb confesses to a more... unconventional fantasy than what him and Essek have been doing so far. Essek might have similar ideas.

Reccer says: Some great kink negotiation and communication

a body in absentia by nonwal (103601, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: under negotiated kink, feeblemind

In which Bren Aldric Ermendrud decides to seduce the Shadowhand and finds that the best way to convince someone to be vulnerable with you is to be vulnerable in turn.

Reccer says: There's a lot to love about this fic, but one of my favorite things is how the fic navigates Essek's touch aversion in a sexual relationship

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[ckret2]

I've inferred you like billford and i was wondering if you like any other GF ships?

if they'd been 5-10 years older and if Gideon had already gone through his humbling and heel-face turn before they met, I actually think Mabel & Gideon would've worked out pretty well; but Gideon spoiled any odds of that. In an AU it could work out. Anyway one-sided Gideon/Mabel is still fun to me because permanently unrequited love is one of my fav tropes, so Gideon can just suffer and I'll have a great time, sorry Gideon

I don't think they should ultimately stay together but I think exploring the toxic fucked-up-ness of unnatural magically-enforced attraction between Robbie and Tambry would make for a fascinating psychological fic

I yearn to know more about the siren Ford once dated. I'm personally going not by the "sirens sing a sexy seductive song" interpretation because that's boring and in my heart of hearts I believe that Ford is immune to conventional physical sexiness. Rather I'm going with the the Odyssean "sirens promise you irresistible knowledge" interpretation. What was that relationship like, what did she promise Ford, it's very canon that the promise of greater knowledge is metaphorically his siren song, the thought that at one point it was also LITERALLY his siren song is so juicy

I think there should be a love triangle between Manly Dan, Tyler Cutebiker, and Ghost-Eyes; Dan wins out though, Ghost-Eyes has that bad boy appeal but Tyler's got history with Dan, I think they've been silently making eyes at each other for years without making a move

the Hide-Behind is secretly in love with the Summerween Trickster

I believe with all my heart that Bill has the biggest stupidest crush on Quentin Trembley

we all know it's basically canon Bill has a thing for Wendy's mom, right

and furthermore if Bill ever met Mr. What's-His-Face I believe they would hit it off to an insane degree

I accidentally talked myself into realizing that Stan and Bud work REALLY WELL together

and of the other, like, normal popular ships that anyone else in this fandom actually cares about, I think Soos & Melody are the only one I'm emotionally invested in. I like them, I wanna see them happy.

Most of these I don't actively pursue fanworks for. ... Most of them don't have fanworks TO pursue.

[aziraphales-library]

Hello, wonderful people! I love your blog, you helped me discover so many beautiful fics <3

I am looking for some one-shots, where ineffable husbands wanted to have sex with each other but for one reason or another one or both of them changed their mind when it came to the real thing (got scared, realized that it's just not their thing, etc.). I'm in desperate need of fics about negotiating and setting boundaries and talking things through.

O know that my request might be too specific, and I wouldn't say no to longer works, when this situation is only a part of a bigger plot.

Thank you so much for all the hard work you put into this blog!!!

Hi! There are fics here, here, and here that you will be interested in. Those fics are more about sexual and/or romantic orientation and sexual incompatibility. The fics I have for you now are more focused on kink negotiation...

The Human Condition by entanglednow (E)

In which Aziraphale asks Crowley a question, which leads to him sharing a secret that changes everything.

warrior, guardian by artenon (E)

Please. Crowley’s voice echoed in his head. Please what? Please more, please keep going, please make me come… please stop. No, Crowley hadn’t meant that. He hadn’t said that. And yet Aziraphale could hear it, Crowley’s voice a soft whimper, begging him to please stop. -- Aziraphale is significantly stronger than Crowley. Crowley loves it, but Aziraphale's feelings on the matter are more complicated.

he still shatters always on her earth by sosobriquet (E)

Crowley asks to be taken advantage of. Aziraphale obliges. Things get a little sideways at one point but they fix it.

Surrender to Your Love by EdosianOrchids901 (E)

Aziraphale is excited to try handcuffs that block his miracles, but he quickly becomes distressed. Although afraid of disappointing Crowley, he uses his safeword. Crowley soothes him with reassurances and gentle pampering.

a soft place to land by PaintedVanilla (E)

Crowley isn't sure how to ask for something when he doesn’t even know what it is that he wants.

Kinky Angels and Vanilla Demons by ximeria (E)

Kinky Angels and Vanilla Demons - or a supernatural ethereal long journey of exploration. In which an Angel and a Demon treat the whole no fraternization rule with the same casual blasphemy that orangutans show to God. Or in other words, Aziraphale and Crowley embark on a sexual adventure because Crowley has gotten it into his head that should he ever instigate sex or Satan forbid, top the angel, there is no way it will not cause Aziraphale to fall from his grace.

- Mod D

[franklinwvixen]

fascinating to me how Aegon swans into the brothel like 'I am the sexpert, everyone listen to me, this place is boring and tame and not at all what I like, but perfect for you, a virgin" and then completely fails to clock the actual details of the kinky scene he interrupts between Aemond and Madame Sylvi.

like the way he makes fun him " did you fuck her like a hound?" is uh, pretty clearly not what was happening. Does he think he's the only one who has weird mommy feelings? Is he so certain he knows who Aemond is (straight-laced, sober, nearly chaste) that he cannot take in this new information? (Dangerous precedent, I think!) Or is he simply too drunk (drown the pain) and does not really care?