no apologies

Sure.

Red means stop. No more negotiation, something has crossed a line (too painful, something bad that wasn’t negotiated, etc.)

Yellow means that you need a break or that something is too much, or that if the top continues then you’re going to “red” soon.

Green means that things are going well and you want to continue if not ramp it up a little.

While a bottom might blurt out red or yellow, I’ve never seen a bottom volunteer “green”. It’s usually said in answer to when a top is checking in to make sure everything is okay. Asking “How are you?” and getting an answer of “fine” or “okay” might mean the bottom is just on autopilot and reflexively answering. Asking “What’s your color?” and getting “green” or “I was very close to yellow when you stopped” is much better.

One of my favorite doms to watch at parties was doing a pre-scene negotiation with someone he hadn’t played with before and said something like “Now, just between you and me here ;-) , my favorite color is yellow. It’s not about taking anything I can dish out. I promise you, I can always go harder. I want to know how you’re doing. I’ll likely yellow you, on purpose, a few times, just to find out where your limits are and then aim for a little below that. I don’t want to hear ‘green green green, green green red’ because then the scene’s over. I want some indication of how you’re doing and when you’re getting close to what you can handle, okay?”

the polished version of that WIP I posted a while ago! 

Pairing: Allura/Lance

Summary: Lance gets pegged. But first, he must embark on a reflective journey of self-discovery to find himself and his prostate.

ao3 link

graphics by the wonderful @halcyon-quintants

I wanted to draw some soft Sheith, with silk sheets, and lot of love. One thing for sure: Shiro and Keith aren’t ready to sleep. They’re just going to stare at their entire universe for a while.

in the low light two white shadows become one

Kofi commission for theredpalaladin @ twitter 

In a sour mood again, so here’s another one from the stash for all the galrafuckers out there.

I’m tired.

Fandom: Voltron Legendary Defender

Pairing: Lance/Allura

Tags: Lingerie, cunnilingus, Virgin Lance, Virgin Allura

Plum lips & velvet skin ✨

allurance

inspired off this bc it left me shooketh 

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allura sort of wished she and lance had started having sex while they still had the castle of lions. at least there, the walls were thick enough to muffle any untoward sounds that their neighbors could’ve heard. 

but the walls of the garrison barracks were paper thin, which meant that allura had to remain quiet lest she announce to the entire floor that she’d snuck a man into her room. but quiznack, it was so hard to stay quiet when said man was still in between her legs and going for orgasm number three. 

she sobbed into her hand as lance’s lips closed around her swollen clit and sucked it into his mouth. she was so oversensitive and blissed out that she didn’t care how wanton she sounded. lance was hearing how desperate her moans were getting so he pulled her hand away and laced it with his own. 

“l-lance, i can’t,” she gasped out, keening when his tongue slipped inside her. “i c-can’t be quiet…” 

allura felt him laugh against her as he pushed his tongue up against a spot that made her burn it felt so good. she contemplated just flipping him onto his back and riding him until he was too busy begging to bother smirking at her. but lance’s tongue was deliciously addicting and she was close to cumming again, she just needed him to go a little faster, a little harder, just give her a little more. 

he swiped the flat of his tongue up her folds, licking her up and groaning around the taste. “i don’t want you to be quiet,” lance teased. “let the neighbors hear, i don’t give a fuck.” 

“they’re my neighbors!” 

“good. they’ll know how much your boyfriend loves tasting you.” he went in for his finishing blow – flicking his tongue mercilessly against her clit while slipping two fingers into her. she was so wet she could hear every time they moved in and out, and it was that of all things that pushed her over the edge again. 

allura didn’t have her hands free and her pillow was long knocked to the floor, so she had nothing to stifle the scream that was punched out of her when she came. her back arched sharply off the bed and she all but grinded against lance’s face as her entire body trembled more than it ever had in her life. 

she fell back against the mattress hard when the pleasure had faded, and lance quickly rolled a condom on while she caught her breath. he kissed up her legs, stomach, breasts, and finally to her lips so she could taste herself on his tongue. he lined the head of his cock up to her entrance and took a moment to look at her underneath him. 

her hair was mussed, tangled, and splayed all across her mattress, and she was sure her lips must have been swollen from how hard she’d been biting them. but lance wasn’t looking at any of that. he ran his fingers along the edges of the garrison jacket she was wearing – his jacket. 

“you look so gorgeous in blue,” he told her. “you should keep this.” 

allura wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles against his lower back. “how about i only wear it for you?” 

lance groaned and kissed her again. “you’re gonna make me cum too early.” 

“serves you right. are you going four for four?” 

he winked. “is that a dare or a double dare?” 

allura shimmied her hips down and impaled herself on his cock, laughing when  his eyes fluttered shut and his hips stuttered and thrusted lazily into her. “think you can make everyone at the end of the hall hear?” 

lance rested his elbows on either side of her head. “that would mean i’d have to fuck you pretty hard…” 

allura lifted her arms above her head and pressed her chest forward, painting a pretty picture for him that she hoped he’d always remember every time he dressed in the morning and buttoned up his jacket in the mirror. “then for your sake i hope you’ve been saving up your strength.” 

lance set a slow pace that allura knew was only a taste of what was to come. “don’t you worry about my strength,” he leered. “worry more about how you’re going to look everyone in the eye the next morning.” 

his hips snapped forward and allura shouted to the ceiling. “ahn~! ah, you’re the – hmmmmm – t-the worst. ooooohhhhh, quiznack, the absolute worst.”