#Fic: Safeword

[butdaddyilovehimmm]

Patrick: "Liechtenstein funnily enough became Gabriel and I's word for-" Sarah: "Your safety word?"

- Sidebar, S1 E8 Identity Crisis

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

maroon - m. murdock

a/n: just something cute i wanted to throw together. remember to engage in safe and consensual sex with your partners and if you're going to be kinky have a safeword/system in mind!! warnings: sex! dirty talk! use of a safeword! matt is a hard dom until he isnt! reader is kind of feminine coded? idk. they go nonverbal, and matt takes care of them after they use the safeword because they are deeep into subspace! overstimulation and aftercare ! word count: 1.1k summary: you use the safeword during a rather passionate moment, so matt takes care of you. pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader now playing: maroon - taylor swift "and how the blood rushed into my cheeks/so scarlet, it was maroon/the mark they saw on my collarbone."

There’s nothing quite like sex with Matt—This much you know, you are very well acquainted with it. In fact, you are probably the expert on sex with him. Like, you could get a PHD on the matter, that is how well you know sex with Matt Murdock.

And likewise, he knows you like the back of his hand. Maybe better than the back of his hand.

But, everyone has their limits. Especially you.

Because sex with Matt is like heaven, pure unadulterated bliss, nothing between you and the edge every time he takes you into his arms. But heavenly pleasure toes the line of intense agony, and of course, sometimes you are into that.

Not tonight, though.

Your legs are shaking as his thrusts become tougher, your fourth orgasm just on the horizon. He wants to make you come one more time, whispering dirty, horrible things in your ear.

Your arms are tied above you, and they’re beginning to ache—And the ropes are beginning to burn your wrists as he thrusts into you. And of course, it’s causing tears to form in your eyes, something that Matt can smell in the air.

“Crying for me, pretty thing?” He laughs, the game still fun to him. You let out a soft whimper in response, trying to muster up the energy to tell him that something was wrong.

“Matt..” You whimper out, and he clicks his tongue, shaking his head. He gently taps your cheek and grips your chin.

“That’s not my name, darling. Might have to make you come five times now, instead.”  

You want to enjoy it, you want to enjoy it so badly, because the first three orgasms were fucking amazing, but it’s.. Your brain is slipping, and everything hurts in a bad way. As he thrusts into you, pain shoots down your thighs.

“Lava,” You tell him, the safe word slipping out of your mouth. Matt immediately stops, his grip on you softening. He wipes the tears from your face softly, noticing how you shake so intensely.

“Oh, baby..” He coos softly, slowly pulling out of you. You let out a soft whimper, as he makes his way to untie your hands. When he does, he takes your hands in his and gently brings them to his lips and presses the back of them. “I’m going to go draw you a bath, okay?” he asks, and all you can do is nod.

He leaves for only a few minutes, and when he returns, he asks, “Can you walk to the bathroom?”

You sit up and go to stand, but your legs are shaking, so you grip his arm. He frowns gently, and then asks, “Is it okay if I pick you up?” He asks. Again, all you can do is nod. He carries you over to the tub, before setting you down. He crawls into the tub behind you, pulling you close to his chest as he begins to wash your skin, making sure to lather and massage your scalp.

You know he feels guilty about pushing you so far, but that thought is so far in your brain. He makes sure you’re nice and clean, before just sitting in the tub with you, rubbing your arms gently. But, eventually, he notices that the water looses it’s warmth a bit too much and stands again, drying himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist.

Then, he takes your hands and tells you, “C’mon, we gotta stand up now.” He hums, before pulling you up. You shiver a bit when you step out of the tub, and he just comes from behind you and begins drying you off with the towel, making sure to grab the softest possible towel.

Then, he makes sure it’s wrapped around you when he leads you back to the bed. He sits you down before grabbing a pair of boxer briefs, then slipping on an old ‘Columbia’ crewneck. Then, he pulls out a pair of underwear, a pair of your favorite pajama shorts and one of his tee shirts.

Then, he kneels down in front of you and begins to dress you. As he does, you finally find the words,

“Matt, you don’t have to—”

“I want to. It’s okay.” He says softly, leaning down to kiss your leg gently as he slips on your pajama shorts. Then, he says, “Lift your arms for me,” and you comply, letting him slip the tee shirt on. Then, he gets up and goes to the bathroom to grab your hairbrush.

He sits behind you on the bed, beginning to brush out your hair. When he’s done, he puts the hairbrush down and begins to feel around for your lotion. When he finds it, he moves to kneel in front of you again. “Give me your hands, my love.” He says gently.

When you hold your hands out for him, and he begins to gently rub lotion on your hands, and your aching wrists. The cooling lotion sooths the burning sensation. The pads of his fingers begin to massage your hands gently.

When he’s done he puts the lotion down and leaves you for just a minute to find you a snack and water. He hands you the water bottle and a bag of candy to get your sugar back up. But he stays kneeling by your side. He gently rubs your back for a while before asking,

“How are you feeling?”

“Better.” You smile gently, taking a sip of your water. Man, you think, he’s so fucking pretty.

“I’m sorry for pushing you so hard, baby.” He says gently, but you just smile.

“It’s okay, seriously.” You promise.

“No, it’s not. I should’ve been paying attention and checking in more. But I am proud of you for remembering the safe word.” When you finish your snack, you lay back in bed and pat the space next to you.

“Come lay with me, please.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He says gently, and lays with you, wrapping his arms around you. “I love you.” He says gently.

“I love you,” You echo, leaning over to kiss his arm. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Anything for you.” He says gently, “Now go ahead and get some rest, darling.” He’s thrilled that you’re feeling better, the guilt slowly, leaving his bones.

“Alright.. Night, Matty. I love you.” You say again, sleep plaguing you.

“I love you, too.”

You fall asleep like that, right in Matt’s arms. You love him dearly and nothing has proved to you that this is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with more than tonight. You love how gentle he is with you in your most vulnerable moments; It makes you fall deeper and deeper in love with him.

[volivolition]

heyo!! hows unstoppable force going?? :0

HELLO ANON! lots of people asking about my fics (unless you're all just the same anon??? hgkj) in any case, im truly grateful :')!! i'll split up chatting between them, but since you asked for it specifically: let's talk Unstoppable Force! :D

Preface, here's all my fic wips as explained before!! and all my writing can be found in my #inland drabbles tag! ask 2, ask 3!

Unstoppable Force, aka "The Unstoppable Force Kisses the Immovable Object" was my first ever skills fic! as with all my writings, it's still a wip hgkjg Unstoppable Force is centered on Volition and Electrochemistry's relationship, from enemies -> friends with benefits -> lovers :3 it started as pwp but whoops accidentally got a bit of plot in there! it is still very explicit hgskgjk

Current word count is now 22,389!! granted, some of these are snippets of other fics. This document is a general free-for-all Volistry document, but Unstoppable Force in specific does have a plot in mind.

As for how it's going, it's currently a back burner project. Life's been tossin' curveballs and writing's been waiting in the outfield. for Unstoppable Force in specific, ive never written an explicit fic before so on top of the evil "your writing isn't good enough" demons im also fighting off the puritan "you should not be writing sexy shit, you are a sinner and also CRINGE" angels. like lmao LET ME FUCKIN LIVE HDHJFJ

i really love rereading it (literally canNOT stop grinning while rereading, theyre SO FUNNY, im delighted by their dialogues hgkj) and i KNOW other people might like reading it too, but also it's hard to believe anyone besides me will like the plot and characterization and. y'know. the sex?? i feel its very obvious i am a novice at this hgkj im aroace as fuck guys, this is already such an endeavor hkjgg

NEVERTHELESS. WE PERSIST!! the outline is all there, and a lot of plot points are already filled in! i just need to add more in-between sections, and figure out which sections i actually want to include in the fic hkjg

i think i want to add more of volition's thought process into this, it's fuckin fascinating, the way he denies things he wants, and moreover doesn't allow himself to want? me when the homie's self restraint is making his life worseee~!!! hgkjg shakes him hgkjg here's a writing snippet!! for you!!!

^ I NEED TO FUCKIN EXTRAPOLATE ON THIS!! HEY @ MY OWN WRITING, IS THIS TRUE??? HGKJG

i think it'd be better if i punched up the conflict in one of the later chapters? there's a part where volition's reaction to something harry says would realistically be something else, especially given the circumstances. i know exactly how i could do it but it makes me REALLY SAD augfhfhgh what if i just want volition and echem to be happy!! what then!!!

augh i'll do it eventually but I'LL BE SAD ABOUT IT HJGKJ </3 alas, writing is driven by conflict. i GOTTA CAUSE PROBLEMS ON PURPOSE!!!

okay, i could say more but that's all on Unstoppable Force for now. i have a lot of fondness for this fic as my first ever one that got me started in the fandom <33 volistry lover forever and ever!!! :D thank you for reading!!! :D

[crowleys-hips]

tfw you start reading a fanfic and expect something kinky and smutty but instead it ends up unearthing your deepest traumas

[ottpopfic]

There was a point in time, when it was Leo’s turn to be dead, that Jason stayed at the Way Station as he figured out his next move. It gave Jason the most vivid heart-wrenching dreams, ones where Leo was so real and so close and yet just out of reach. Ones where Leo was his and they were together, in a way that Jason had only recently admitted to himself that he craved. He would wake sweat-drenched and disorientated, not sure if his waking nightmare was real or the one he just vacated.

This is a little too close to that. To have Leo there but out of reach, beautiful and above him but still so far away. It's making wires cross, is this the real life that he fought and worked for or just another dream? Usually, if that inclination arises in him Jason can just reach out and touch Leo. Pull him close, smell his hair, sink his teeth into somewhere soft, and it rights the world again. But he can't right now, he's bound to the bed and that building anxiety is cresting

Is it real or not, is he dreaming again? Is he going to wake up and Leo is going to be gone and Jason is going to be floundering looking for another plan grasping at straws at how to bring him back? Storm or fire or storm or fire or storm or fire or storm-

“Red” he whimpers out, because if it is real Leo will stop. He will stop and touch him and he will know its real and it will be okay

Leo stops

“Jase, Jase Jason baby are you okay?” Leo asks with worry, taking his face in his warm hands, Jason starts crying with it “Cielito what's wrong”

“I need - are you-” he sobs out, straining against his bindings “I can't feel you!”

“I got you I got you hold on” Leo says, taking his hands off him for just a moment to unlock the quick-release chain between the cuffs. The second he's free he's pulling Leo to him tight, crying with relief as he crashes solid and warm into Jason. Its not enough with the state Jason has worked himself into, so he rolls until Leo is on the bottom and buries his face on his neck breathing deeply.

That's something the unreality can never do just right, the smell of him. The oils and lubricants that cling to him from his work, the tang of metals that stain his skin, the underlying hint of smoke, the spice of his deodorant, the herbs in his body wash. And the something mixing with it all that's just Leo. That's the part that dreams and implanted memories can never get right, his natural smell. It grounds Jason into this reality, the one they made together against all odds, the one that he's currently in.

Jason still has to cry himself out to come completely back to earth, it takes a hot second. It's alleviation dumping out of him, that Leo is real, that he's here and he's safe and he's his. Leo holds him through all of it, with both legs and arms, petting through his hair and telling him sweet assurances in English and Spanish.

“You're here right?” Jason chokes out when he can speak again, keeping his face buried in Leo’s shoulder just in case he's wrong “I'm not dreaming”

“I'm here mi cielo,” Leo says, pulling him impossibly closer and pressing kiss after kiss into his hair “I'm right here I got you”

“I couldn't feel you” he sobs

“Can you feel me now?” Jason nods yes into Leo’s clavicle “Focus on that baby, it's okay”

When Jason has gathered himself enough to come up for air, to brave looking at Leo just in case it's another vivid life-like dream dangling what he can not have in front of him, when he picks his head up and opens his eyes Leo is there. He's there as he is now, with his undercut and scars and the beginning of laugh lines, not the pearly imagined vistage of a remembered sixteen-year-old he used to be plagued by. Jason presses their foreheads together and lets out a watery sigh

“Hi” Leo greets softly “you with me?”

“Yeah” Jays says back, just as soft “I'm here”

“I'm here too” Leo starts the puppy nuzzle, the gentle slide of their faces together “just so you're sure”

“Im sure” Jason gives the nuzzle back, starting to relax the tension in his body “at least now I am”

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Answering this ask FOUGHT ME I swear to god. First I hit post before I was done writing and hadn't added tags or anything because it was just sitting in my drafts, and then when I rewrite it and went to save what I'd done TUMBLR FUCKING DELETED THE POST. The universe saw me being giddy over getting songs and went "well we can't have that" so now I'm writing it for the THIRD TIME (while my thumb is randomly going numb for some fucking reason lmfao. Like, I'm not cold, circulation's not cut off. It's just slowly losing all sensation 💀)

Anyway, attempt three!!!

Omg yes yes yes :DDDDDDDD okay okay, I won't do the whole lil "going through all the lyrics" thing I sometimes do because if I did this post would be stupidly long, but omg just know I've had these on loop almost constantly since I got this ask. They have all been put in their respective playlists now >:]

Wicked Game by Him has gone in the My Girl playlist, because:

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do

I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you

And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

This first verse really does feel like Jam to me. Like, they desperately wanna save each other, and the world is kinda on fire around them. And Jay never thought he'd meet someone like Tim let alone being loved by someone like Tim and have to worry about losing someone like Tim. Y'know?

Step On Me by The Cardigans is either going to go in the Tim Safewords playlist, or in the My Girl playlist, and I cannot decide so right now it's in both. I just can't decide if I want it in My Girl for foreshadowing, or in Tim Safewords for when Jay actually pushes too far and hurts Tim by accident. Like, Jays already stood on Tim's foot and Tim carried on anyway because he loves Jay and he really does want to help him and fix him.

I don't even have a specific lyric that made me go "oh yeah this goes in such and such playlist" it's just the whole song I think.

Perfect Girl by The Cure, definitely My Girl, that one's a given, Jark is indeed a strange girl and does need to be shaken and turned upside down.

Psychic Wound by King Woman... I also wanna put this in Tim Safewords BUT ALSO entry 80. I could put it in entry 80's playlist. I could. I so could.

Enslaved by the opinions, under seductive rule

Please rescue me, I've disobeyed and I admit I'm chained to you

Alex. Idk just Alex and the operator. After Alex kills Jay I have him kinda have this awful moment of clarity where he realises what he's done, and he's so overwhelmed by it that he tries to kill himself, but the Operator stops him so it can force him to continue his lil job for it.

Help me, I'm so chained to you

Someone tell me what to do

Feeling like a psychic wound

Like. This is Jaylex. This is Jaylex. In entry 80 neither of them know what to do, they need to be told, and Alex unfortunately has someone there to do it, that 'person' being the operator.

I do like it for Tim Safewords a lot, and Entry 80 is already like 60 songs strong which is far too many so idk where I wanna put it just yet. Another one that'll go in both playlists until I go through them properly again and make up my mind.

Pitch The Baby by Cocteau Twins is in My Girls playlist, I just like how it sounds, it's a fic that lets Jay and Tim have a little time and space to breathe and just enjoy each other, and the song's so pretty and like, floaty? Idk if that's the word I'm looking for, probably not but it's close enough, it's just a really nice feeling song. And like "I only want to love you" I think the lyrics say? Yeah, Tim only wants to love Jay, he just wants to use this lull in the constant, active threat of death to spend time loving on Jay a bit, teaching him how to let himself be loved and all that.

Daydream In Blue by I Monster is almost definitely going in Tim Safewords. It just feels like it fits, I think specifically because of some of what's gonna happen in that fic.

You're crawling on the bathroom floor

You float around the room and you're naked

Then you're flying out the bedroom door

Like, Tim has a bit of a freak out (for good reason) after he has to safeword, and he does end up on the floor in the bathroom, because he needs a moment on his own and that's the only room in his house with its own lock. And sure he doesn't NEED to lock Jay out, but he feels better if he can, so he does kinda, y'know, fly out of the bedroom door when he runs away to hide for a bit until he can get everything in his head under control a bit. And he's dissociating to high hell so he does feel like he's floating, y'know?

I dream a dirty dream of you, baby You're swinging from the chandelier I'm climbing up the walls 'cause I want you But when I reach you, you disappear

This bit also feels like the Tim Safewords fic, but kinda from Jay's pov more? Like, he knows he fucked up and he needs to make it right somehow, he needs to make sure Tim doesn't hate him, doesn't leave him, so even when Tim's hidden himself away somewhere unreachable (both in real life and in his head for... Reasons (mayhaps someone else fronts to handle the situation... Mayhaps someone split specifically to cope with Jay)) and Jay really does feel like he's climbing the goddamn walls to try and get him back, but when he reaches Tim, emotionally, Tim's gone, he's distant and cautious and Jay knows he's ruined it... And then they have to go to Benedict Hall together :D

Gonna pop a little warning here, the last song in here is one I'm gonna use to talk a little more about Jay's consent issues through, in case you don't wanna read that. Specifically it's talking about Jay trying to force Tim to choke him again, even though he knows Tim doesn't want to.

Reptilia by The Strokes... Yeah Tim Safewords, again. Look I can't help myself that fic's gonna be INSANE and everything reminds me of it. It's just... Consent issues, y'know? I love exploring Jay's consent issues, they're so interesting.

I'm literally just putting the lyrics to almost the entire song under this now lmao. Look, I can't help myself, there's not many lyrics and they really do feel like they could be talking about a dubiously consensual (or even a noncon) situation.

I was afraid that you would not insist "You sound so sleepy, just take this, now leave me"

I said, please don't slow me down if I'm going too fast You're in a strange part of our town

Like... Jay feeling like "god please don't take this from me, I need you to be rough with me, don't stop me, don't tell me not to, just let me put your hands on my throat, please" he's hoping Tim will change his mind and say it's fine, hoping Tim'll essentially say "yeah just take what you want" y'know?

Yeah, the night's not over, you're not trying hard enough Our lives are changing lanes, you ran me off the road The wait is over, I'm now taking over You're no longer laughing, I'm not drowning fast enough

'Tims not trying hard enough to care about my feelings about this, why can't he just see this from my perspective, I need him to be rougher with me' type shit. And then 'well maybe he's just scared of doing something I don't want, like he was scared of with trying out the feminisation stuff with me, so if I take over and put his hands there, he'll know it's fine.' and then 'oh fuck. I fucked up. Oh shit he looks fucking scared, he looks like he's sick, shit shit fuck shit fuck What'd I do what's wrong with me what the fuck!?'

Now every time that I look at myself "I thought I told you, this world is not for you" The room is on fire as she's fixing her hair "You sound so angry, just calm down, you found me"

Tim's gonna get to have a go at Jay for it, of course, he needs to make sure it gets through Jay's thick fucking skull that 'hey, you can't fucking do that what the fuck is wrong with you??? The world doesn't fucking revolve around you, did you stop for even a fucking second to think about what I've told about about why I don't want to fucking do that???'

[denaliwrites]

Not Much Between Despair and Ecstasy

Cale Erendreich x Fem!Reader

Summary: (18+) Truth or Dare doesn't go quite how Cale expected it to.

Soundtrack: One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich and it's smut. Loss of Control. Restraints. Anxiety. CNC. Dommy Mommy.

"What's your biggest turn on?" you ask Cale as you take a sip of the cheapest beer you could find, despite Cale's many, many protests.

"Your tits are divine," he answers quickly and simply, opting for a sip of expensive wine instead of the beer you'd insisted on. "Truth or dare."

You hum as you mull it over for a moment. "Truth."

"What do you love most about me?" he asks you with a cocky grin. You want to smack it off his face and kiss it all at once.

"That even when you drive me up the wall I still want to fuck you."

This pulls a laugh from him. "You know, you're not the first girlfriend to say that."

"Oh, I bet not," you chuckle through a sip of beer. "Your turn. Truth or dare."

"Dare."

He says it so calmly, so confidently, with no hesitation whatsoever. It strikes you, then -- he trusts you. At least, as much as Cale is capable of trusting anyone other than himself. You hope he doesn't come to regret that, even as you say,

"I dare you to let me take control."

The jovial expression falls from his face, and suddenly he looks -- oh, you're pretty sure that's anger. Real, genuine anger. "Absolutely not."

It's so final, so aggravatingly Cale.

"Nope," you protest, getting up from your chair. You pad over to him, gently easing yourself into his lap. Your legs straddle his, and your body effectively pins him to his seat. "That's not how the game works. You chose dare, now you have to live with the consequences."

Oh, if looks could kill. You can imagine the things playing in Cale's mind behind those murderous eyes. Honestly, his rage is kind of hot, if the slick you feel starting to gather in your panties is anything to go by.

Your hands make quick work of his tie, and though he glares daggers at you, he doesn't stop you. Even as you slip that gorgeous silk tie from his neck. And even as you lean down and take his hands in yours. And not even when you use that tie to bind those pretty hands of his behind the chair.

He tests the restraint as you shift back up, and through the anger, you can see a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Oh, good," you purr lightly. "You like my handiwork."

"You did learn it from the best," he growls, rough and deep in his throat. Oh, you can't wait for him to punish you for this.

"I did," you agree, moving to a stand. He watches as you shimmy your panties down your legs, leaving everything else on and -- very carefully -- refusing him a glance at your cunt.

When you return atop his lap, it's with your panties still in hand. He gives them an anxiously curious glance, and because his eyes aren't focused on you, he misses the wicked smile playing across your lips.

You lift your hand so he has a better view of the garment. "Open up, babe."

"Wha--" While his mouth is open and he's confused, you stuff your panties inside, relishing in the way his eyes widen in horror, even as you feel his cock stir beneath you.

His breaths are starting to become shorter, more jagged. You put a hand to his heart, and feel it hammering wildly against its cage.

"Babe, are you okay?" you ask, your gaze soft as you look into his eyes. He simply glares back at you. "We can stop if this is too much." You're once again met with silence, but at least this time you see a slight shake of his head in response, despite the tension in his muscles, in the slight tremor you see in his hands when you look him over.

Technically, the two of you have a safe word. Bucephalus. His idea. But neither of you had ever used it before.

You wondered if maybe this would be the night. If Cale would be the first one to need it. Wouldn't that be ironic?

He continues his silence, not even attempting words with your panties in his mouth. He continues glaring as well, even as you rock your hips and feel his cock straining against his pants.

"Oh, babe," you coo with a smirk, "is this making you hard? Do you like this?" Your teasing earns you an angry grunt at the back of his throat, though he can't mask the way his eyes are leering at you, and he definitely can't hide his erection.

Speaking of that...

Your hands move to his trousers and deftly make quick work of getting them out of the way. His cock bounces free and as it does you hear him release a deep sigh.

You have to bend a little to brush your hands along his length, and the surge of power he feels at seeing you beneath him makes it twitch under your feather-light touch.

His gaze is locked on yours. You see that look he gets, the moment of power he feels. Cruelly, you draw your hand away from him and lean back so that there's little contact between you.

"Ah, ah," you murmur, wagging a finger.

The aggravated sound he makes is wild, like a rabid animal. His hips are an unbroken horse, bucking up desperately for release, and the sudden motion throws you back into him. Your hands jut out, only just stopping you from fully falling into his chest.

You look up at him with a glare and slap his cheek -- not enough to hurt him. Never hurt him. You know he'd never forgive you. But enough to stun him. "You are not in control here," you growl, and he's luckily too shocked to make any sound or movement in protest.

Good.

You push yourself back, though keep one hand clutching his shoulder. Your other snakes over your breasts, and you can tell by the way his eyes lock on that you've caught his rapt attention, and that he wishes he was the one touching those divine tits of yours.

Your hand roughly gropes one, and you let out a moan, the nails of your other hand biting into Cale's shoulder. There's a low keen in his throat as he watches, a desperate need in his eye that even you are starting to become eager to quench.

The hand playing with your breast trails down over your belly and disappears below your skirt, denying Cale the view as your fingers find your clit and start rubbing.

He can't see it, but he knows what you're doing, and he struggles for a moment in desperate need.

You only moan again once you sink your fingers into your cunt, pumping away until you see stars behind your eyes.

It's not until the keen in Cale's throat is loud enough to pierce through your lustful haze that you realize he's so desperate he might be in actual need. You look down to see he's painfully hard.

Oh.

Your fingers withdraw from your cunt, and you use your slick-soaked hand to roughly grab his face, making sure he's looking right at you as you shift on his lap. You hover over his cock for a moment, watching his pupils dilate before you lower yourself onto him.

His length twitches with each inch you sink onto it, until you're finally rested back on his lap, with his cock fully inside you.

"Oh, God," you moan, and you swear the moan he releases alongside yours sounds awfully similar.

His hips buck again, but the glare you send his way stops him from moving again.

His breathing is even more erratic, now, and his heart is beating so hard you can feel it in his cock.

Still, he doesn't relent. Doesn't call for you to stop.

Your hips roll over his, and you find that the relieved moan that grinds through his chest and throat is rather delicious. Wanting to hear it again, you make the same motion again and are rewarded with an identical sound.

"Oh, babe, you sound so perfect right now," you whimper, giving your hips a sharp snap. He grunts in response, arms straining against his restraints.

"Not until I cum, babe," you tell him gently, leaning forward to gently kiss the corner of his mouth. He shoots you a glare, but you see through it easily -- despite his need for control, he's enjoying this.

It's not until a few more thrusts of your hips that you can feel the orgasm pooling in your gut. A few more, and it's near enough for you to chase it, to feel it on the horizon.

"C-Cale," you pant as you drop your forehead to his shoulder, teeth worrying at your lip. "I'm gonna--"

You don't finish. Cale's head drops to rest comfortingly over yours as he feels you unravel on top of him, crying into him as your walls contract around his cock, which only drives him to his own orgasm. He moans as you feel his cock twitch, sending his seed into your cunt and filling you with warmth.

You stay like that as you both come down. You're a panting mess on top of him, but he's surprisingly collected. He also hasn't lifted his head away from you, and you're curious why.

It's only a few moments later you manage to lean down, undoing the knot of his tie and tiredly watching it fall to the ground. He's quick to remove your panties from his mouth, throwing them somewhere off to the side, to be forgotten instantly. After that, his hands are on you, cradling your face with a touch that's surprisingly gentle.

"You did so good, babe," he whispers to you, planting a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm so proud of you."

You giggle deliriously. "Really? You're not mad?"

"Oh, furious," he reassures you. "But you could only pull that off because you've been paying attention to how I do things."

"You did say I learned from the best, didn't you?"

"I did," he agrees, pulling you closer and pressing a possessive kiss to your cheek. "You're a good student. Too fucking good." He kisses you again as you let out a little giggle. "You might require some... correction."

"Oh, I can't wait."

[sashaforthewin]

Stranger Things, Steddie, Rated M for sexual talk.

This is really just a silly way to torture Eddie who probably has the poor kid tendency to collect crap and never throw anything away.

--

As the handcuffs clicked into place around his wrists, Eddie settled back and closed his eyes. Steve hadn't blindfolded him, but he wanted to relish in the anticipation for as long as he could. This was a very rare treat so he was going to milk it for all it was worth. Steve was really taking his time, it had been at least five minutes and Steve hadn't even touched him yet. Eddie was loving the suspense.

After what felt like ten minutes, he heard a snap of rubber from near the foot of the bed and it made him squirm to know he was entirely at Steve's mercy. He could do whatever he wanted right now and Eddie was powerless and thrilled. 

That is, until he heard a second rubber snap. 

He opened his eyes and glanced down to where Steve was standing.

"Motherfucker! No! Absolutely not, no! Sarcophagus, sarcophagus!"

"You can't safeword out of this, Eddie. It's for your own good."

Steve was standing at the foot of the bed, fully dressed, wearing a pair of rubber kitchen gloves and holding a box of trash bags. 

"Stevie, baby, don't do this!" Eddie pleaded.

"I have to. I try throwing things away and you dig them out of the trash. I'm gonna start with the bathroom, okay? I know this is stressful for you but it's for your own good," Steve explained gently as he went into their en suite bathroom, leaving the door wide open so Eddie could still see him. 

"Hey, what are you doing? No, no, no, don't pour out perfectly good shampoo!"

Steve didn't even look up, just kept pouring Eddie's shampoo down the drain with the tap running as he replied, "this shampoo gives you dandruff and it's really cheap and harsh. This is why your hair is all frizzy and tangled. I got us nice shampoo and conditioner, so use it!"

"But why would I use pricey stuff when the dollar store kind is fine? Don't just pour it down the drain!"

Steve just shook his head and didn't respond. Once the bottle was empty, he threw it into the trash bag he had opened. Next, he threw a disposable razor caked in soap scum and stubble, followed by a bar of cheap soap.

"Hey, not my soap! Throw away your own soap, leave mine alone!"

"Eddie, I'm pretty sure you're allergic to this soap, you are itchy when you use it and it gives you rashes in your inner elbows."

"You don't know that, I'm just an itchy person, I'm always itchy, always have been!" Eddie reasoned.

"Except when I wash you using the oatmeal soap that I bought both of us to use. You've always itched because you buy cheap shitty soap. I'm trying to help you feel better."

"Fuck you, Harrington!"

Steve continued to clean out their bathroom. Eddie was particularly insulting when Steve got rid of his threadbare towel that was about the texture of a brillo pad, but Steve kept going, ignoring the verbal assault and knowing Eddie didn't mean it. 

Eddie fought against his restraints when Steve moved back into their bedroom and opened up the top drawer of their dresser. 

"Stevie-bear, please!" Eddie weedled, trying to sound babyish and pathetic. Steve knew what he was doing but it didn't make his pleas any less heart-wrenching.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, but I have to do this."

"Untie me and I'll do it, I swear!"

"You won't. I have asked you to, I've tried to do it with you here loose, I've tried to do it while you were out. Every single time you go root through the trash like a raccoon. You are the most stubborn idiot and I love you very much, but we have money now and you need to stop saving everything you think might be useful."

The underwear was methodically weeded. Anything with holes or stains or a lack of elasticity was trashed. Same for the socks. 

"Oh, I see how it is, you're only leaving me the things you bought me! You think you're so great because you have money, you think your stuff is better than mine?"

"Yeah, it is better, but only because the ones I bought aren't left over from middle school, dude. Seriously, Eddie, this drawer is a biohazard. Pretty sure some of your socks are old enough to vote."

"That's only because they were Wayne's."

"He'll forgive me if we don't give them back. I'm gonna leave your t-shirts alone but I've bought you all new socks and underwear and I'm personally driving this bag out to the dump tonight before you can dig this crap back out."

Their underwear and socks drawer was significantly emptier after Steve got done, but since they did laundry every other weekend, they still had plenty. Gone were the days of Eddie's massive dirty clothes pile and his need for a month's worth of undies. 

"No no no, not the closet! I hate you so much!"

"No you don't."

"I really do. I hate you."

"Then why have you had a massive erection this whole time?" Steve asked, looking over at Eddie, fondly bemused.

"I can't help if my body finds you outwitting me hot. Also, how am I supposed to not have an erection when you tie me up? You never do this!"

"Yeah, because you know I don't like it," Steve pointed out. 

"I know but it's unfair that you don't want to be tied up but you also don't want to tie me up! You should only dislike one of those! I know, I know, I'm just thinking with my horny brain right now, you know I love you and don't want to do anything you don't want to do. I just always feel so much more creative and inspired after you tie me up, you are my muse, baby."

"Eddie. Baby, sweetness, angelface, assbrain. You don't feel like that because of bondage sex, you feel good after because I clean while you're tied up. It's not my fault your horny brain keeps falling for the same trick. This is the third time, babe, but this time it's our shared apartment and I refuse to just sit around and watch you wallow in filth with a creative block when all you need is a clean environment. Also, I live here, too, and I don't want to live with a closet full of boxes of junk and barely any room for my actual clothes! I know you hate me right now but I promise you this is for your own good."

Eddie sighed, knowing Steve was right, but he promptly forgot Steve was right the second Eddie saw him removing the piles of boxes from the closet. 

"Leave those alone, those are my project boxes!"

"Eddie, you have not touched these boxes since we moved in two years ago! You don't even know what is in them, you don't need it, baby."

"Those are all works in progress!"

"Okay, what's in this one? If you know what is in the box you can keep it." Steve held up a light blue shoe box.

"Uh… broken guitar strings and scrap metal?" Eddie guessed, trying to sound confident. 

"Nope it's… is this just leaves? Eddie, why do you have a box full of leaves?" Steve asked, staring down into the box.

Eddie shifted in his restraints a bit, trying to look like the type of guy you'd want to free because he was so well-behaved. 

"I was maybe gonna use them as stamps or something, I hadn't decided. They were really pretty fall leaves."

"Well, now they're just dead, so…" He dumped the box into the trash bag.

"At least save the box!"

Steve looked at Eddie, exasperated. "Why?"

"It's a good box," Eddie shrugged.

"Okay, listen, this closet is full of boxes and I don't like seeing you in distress, it's really upsetting, so how about I give you a blowjob and you can have a nice post-orgasm nap while I clear the rest of this and then you'll wake up not even knowing what's missing? I'm not going to throw out anything important."

Eddie's erection, which hadn't flagged through all of the cleaning, gave a twitch of excitement, but Eddie's pride couldn't just give in without a fight.

"As if I'll even be able to sleep!"

"Eddie. Baby. I love you so much, you's such a wonderful and giving lover, but there is a reason we have the rule that I come first."

"That's because you're greedy."

"No, babe, that's because if I don't come before you I have to do it myself because you'll already be asleep. Trust me, if I blow you right now you'll be out like a light and you'll wake up to a nice clean home."

"You didn't blow me last time!"

"Because last time was just the bathroom at the trailer. You were upset but you weren't distressed like you are now. Not my fault you've fallen for this trick three times now. You know I don't like bondage."

"Ah, but hope springs eternal."

[estrellami-1]

I’m begging someone please help me find the Steddie fic where Steve safewords out of an argument. I’m BEGGING

Edit: I FUCKING FOUND IT

[fives-girlfriend]

Boundaries

You and Gregor have a much-needed discussion about proper pleasure.

Characters: Captain Gregor, GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT. MINORS, STAY AWAY. Smut all the way down. TW for miscommunication and people-pleasing on Reader's end. Usage of the "stoplight" safeword system (green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop).

Word count: 830

Each of his thrusts was met with a whimper ripped from your throat, each tug and yank of your hair pulled tears from your eyes. Muscles pushed just past what was comfortable trying to lean back or hold your leg up or do this-that-or-the-other, each whimpering gasp catching in your throat as you struggled to keep pace. It was only when his fingers just started to close around your neck that your eyes shot open and your hand snatched his wrist, gripping tight to hold him back and wordlessly shaking your head.

You were bruised, exhausted, sore and whimpering. Thin trails of tears streamed down the sides of your face as you laid beneath him, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Your gaze met Gregor's, and he had stilled in the shock of your sudden denial of his touch. He took in the scene before him, of you, beneath him and trembling like that, the panic in your gaze that was slowly ebbing away as he drew his hand away from your neck…

"...color?" Gregor asked between panting breaths, and at first, you didn't answer. Worse, actually, was the fact that your expression had shifted into something nearly indiscernible, far from the pleasure he had been hoping to bring you. When he was met with silence, his hand met your cheek, cupping your face with a delicate reverence one would never have expected in conjunction with the roughness those same hands were exhibiting mere moments ago. His thumb brushed your cheek, swiping away tears, and his brows knit into something far more concerned. "...cyare, what color are you at…?"

The look on your face became clear, and it made his heart plummet.

Guilt. You looked guilty.

"...r… r-red…" you mumbled almost imperceptibly, unable to meet his gaze. The instant that tiny word met his ears, he was out of you. He was sitting you up now, arms careful around you, hands smoothing over fingerprint bruises; he drew you in close to his chest and let you rest your head there, fingers stroking your hair in an obviously apologetic gesture for how hard he had been yanking those silken strands. Your breath hitched as he held you, your body trembling - and you clung to him like a lifeline as you tucked your face against his neck.

"Oh, cyar'ika… why didn't you tell me it was too much…?" Gregor mumbled, his voice breaking in the quiet as he held you. You hadn't called it, so all those signs of pain, he had mistaken as pleasure… and the thought that he had been hurting you all this time broke his heart.

"...y-you were… you were enjoying yourself…" you muttered, curling up further in his arms. "I-I didn't wanna stop you… n-not just on my account…"

"...cyar'ika, it isn't fun anymore if we aren't both enjoying ourselves…" he whispered in response, his arms encircling you protectively. "I'm flattered that you wanted to keep it up for my sake… but… I want you to feel good, too. If all I do is use you like a toy, and that isn't what you want, well… that doesn't make me much of a lover, does it…?"

Gregor gently cupped your cheek so you could look up at him, see the small, sad smile on his face. "You don't have to feel guilty over needing to stop, okay…? We have the color system for a reason. I know I can be… intense," he said with a grimace, "but if what you need is gentle? Then I'll be as gentle as any man could possibly be. Okay…?"

"...o-okay…" you muttered in response, reaching up to wipe away your stray tears - but he beat you to it, kissing them away as he peppered your cheeks with kisses, not stopping until he had you laughing in his grasp. His own involuntary giggles mingled with yours, and he held you close as you both laid back in bed.

"Do you want to keep going, cyar'ika?" he asked, stroking your back - and his expression shifted as he watched that look of guilt steal over you yet again. That look said all he needed to know, but he wanted to hear you say it. You needed to vocalize what you wanted from him, he decided. "...use your words, love. Come on…"

"...c-can we, um… stop, for- for now…?" you eventually mumbled out, to which Gregor immediately nodded. In that moment, he had pulled you close and further down into bed with him. He cradled your body close to his own, and his hands smoothed over every bruise, every aching muscle he had left behind. He wanted to make it up to you somehow. But for now, he would do his best to comfort and soothe, holding his darling close.

"...we'll stop for as long as you want, ner cyare," Gregor whispered into your hair, never once letting you go as you both settled into the warm, velvet confines of your bed.

[khruschevshoe]

Lucius, Pete, and Izzy (intimacy arc)

If you were church

I'd get on my knees

Confess my love, I'd know where to be

My sanctuary, you're holy to me

If you were church, yeah, I'd get on my knees

-Fall Out Boy, Church

Izzy knows this will go well. Not only has he never used a safeword before, he trusts these two men with all he has. He's never going to have to use a safeword in this room.

There's just one obstacle to that principle: Lucius is starting the ties at Izzy's feet.

And that presents an immediate and unavoidable problem: there is a god in Izzy's room, at Izzy's feet, and he is about to secure Izzy to his bed for a sacrifice.

Izzy doesn’t want to ruin things. He doesn’t want to break this moment, this mood that has been so carefully cultivated for months. He doesn’t want Lucius and Pete to think that he doesn’t trust them.

But when Lucius goes to tie his feet to the bed, it does not matter that it is with his old neckerchief, soft to the touch, easily tearable. It does not matter that there is a teasing glint in his eye. It does not matter that this is Lucius, who Izzy trusts with his life and his heart as much as he does Pete.

It matters that Lucius the sea god has his hand on Izzy's remaining foot, his palm coming too close, far too close, to the toes that Izzy once gave to a god who demanded them.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, all my love and terror balanced there between those eyes

So, I'm an asexual lesbian. I very much should be the last person interested in reading the M-rated fic about the gay polyamorous triad. I even hesitated on reading it initially, thinking that it wouldn't be something I'm interested in.

And YET. I found myself captivated by this one. The actual sex of the fic is mostly implied (though the few explicit lines are well-written) and the fic focuses far more on the process of safewording and how the characters handle that, the level of trust between them, and how aftercare is necessary for all parties involved. It is a really good exploration of how trauma can affect intimacy and how healthy Pete, Izzy, and Lucius are in addressing and working with issues/triggers when they arise. Also, it's tender. I know I use that word a lot in these descriptors, but it's true. The love and tenderness really bleeds through so much of this series (it might be why I like it so much).

@possumsmushroom @yuenity @polikate

[oldmanffucker]

Over on twitter we were having a moment with #SafewordsForIzzyHands and I’d already had this exact fic idea kicking around for a while so I finally sat down and wrote it.

Stizzy, practicing safewords in a safe and sexy setting, izzy learns why safewords exist in like. kind of the sexiest way. He cries in this one too if we’re, you know, just kinda in that mood rn (I very much am)

Trans Izzy, cis Stede, background steddyhands

3.9k words, explicit

[elderly-worm]

Oh wait. Take Me To Church on Crowley's playlist is like, a lot, huh? I have made the mistake of listening to it while so so sleep deprived and................................................................ damn.

[ladylilithprime]

Day 23: Fever

(Set in the werewolf!Sam'verse, approximately mid-season 3. Sam and Dean are pledged to Loki, and Sam didn't die at Cold Oak. No demon deal, no looming Apocalypse. Full-blown Wincest ahoy!)

THE ROOM WAS chilly, the ancient clunking heater working overtime to try and pump warmer air in to combat the frigid outdoor temperatures. At least, that's what Dean told himself as he stood in the middle of the room, bare feet shoulder width apart and hands folded at the small of his back, trying not to shiver. He wasn't even fully naked, having put his jeans back on after his shower and, er, cleaning, and he still felt exposed and vulnerable with the distinct feeling of being stalked even though he knew the only other being with him in the warded motel room was Sam.

Sam, who was standing somewhere behind him out of his line of sight, silent and unmoving.

Watching him.

Dean felt his skin prickle, and he couldn't tell if it was from the chill of the room or the fever-flush of arousal that was sweeping through him in anticipation of what was to come.

"You remember your safewords?"

Dean swallowed and nodded once, shortly. And hadn't that been an awkward conversation when they'd first been talking about the logistics of this! Sam had insisted on establishing safewords first before anything happened, and while Dean had initially scoffed at the idea that they'd need them, Sam had been stubborn and serious.

"I'm a werewolf, Dean," he had reminded his brother patiently. "Stronger and faster than a normal human even at the new moon, and while I've got pretty rigid control most of the time accidents can still happen even with the most vanilla sex involving a penis in a vagina. I'm not going to accept taking unnecessary risks with your health and safety, and I'd much rather you have the safewords and not need them than have any misunderstandings in the middle of things."

A sharp smack to his ass dragged Dean's attention back from his woolgathering, and he barely stifled a yelp.

"Verbal confirmation," Sam reminded him sternly. "Do you remember your safewords?"

"Yeah, I remember," Dean answered, face heating at the way his voice came out breathless. "Green for go, yellow for slow down, red for stop and switch tracks... and black for full stop."

"And you promise to use them if and when you need to, no matter what's going on?" Sam reinforced the question with another smack, this time to Dean's other ass cheek.

"Nn... Yes, s-Sam," Dean managed to get out. Crap, he'd just barely managed to keep himself from saying yes, sir, which probably would've killed the mood. His dick was rock hard inside his jeans, making it difficult to think, and the spanking wasn't doing anything to bring it down.

"Good," Sam praised him as he stroked Dean's ass, rubbing down over the cheeks and then dragging slowly back up the seam line, pressing into his crack and sending another shiver down Dean's spine. "Color now?"

"Green," Dean said immediately. Oh, fuck, so green! Sam's hand was still on his ass, and he nudged back into the touch, trying to get more contact.

"One of these days," Sam murmured as he squeezed the ass under his hand before stepping in closer and pressing himself against Dean, his front searing a line of heat all along Dean's back as one hand gripped his hip and the other came up to brush his chest where the amulet rested over his heart, "we're going to discuss that little tidbit, see what else you might enjoy that you haven't told me about... things you might not even know you want from me yet. For now...."

Lips pressed against Dean's neck, right over the curved point where it connected with his shoulder. Dean let his head fall back against Sam's shoulder behind him and roll to the side, baring more of his neck (throat) to his brother, feeling the vibrating hum against his skin. The hum deepened, became a rumbling growl that passed from Sam's chest through Dean's back as his hand moved from the amulet down Dean's chest to tug at the button on his jeans, and Dean melted back against his brother with a low answering moan, hips rocking up eagerly.

"Off with these," Sam growled close to Dean's ear, teeth grazing teasingly against his skin as those deft, lockpicking master fingers made quick work on the button and zipper. "And get on the bed for me."

"Heads or tails?" Dean fired back, too aroused to manage proper snark even as he scrambled to shove his jeans down past his hips and kick them off, erect cock bobbing in the chill of the room. Sam laughed softly, a dark chuckle that Dean had never heard before which sent a thrill through him, and rocked his own naked hips against Dean's newly bared ass, giving his big brother a teasing, sliding preview of the feel of his own erection before pulling away.

"On your back," Sam practically purred as he nudged Dean forward towards the bed. "We've got all night for this... and I intend to take my time savoring every inch of you."

What else could Dean do in the face of that but scramble to obey?

[fabbyf1]

So I have a question. I was doing some research on sub/dom for a fic that I am planning on writing (don’t know if I ever will finish it but ehh) and I came across subdrop and it got me thinking about warming verse (obviously because I love it very much and also because it’s one of the few sub/dom fic that I like) and I was wondering how warming!verse Max and Charles would deal with that along with the race stress and stuff?

BEFORE I GO ON A RANT: Anon, please know that this is not a personal attack on you. Your question is so valid, and I appreciate that you've come to me with this. I'd love to talk to you in dms about my feelings on dom/sub and what I've learned from life and writing this series if you'd like to continue the topic offline.

That being said, I've been getting a lot of requests lately asking about sub-drop, or what it would look like if Charles had to safeword out, or what that would look like between lestappen, etc. I have picked this ask randomly to respond to the group, so please understand this is not aimed at you, anon.

ANYWAY, disclaimer out of the way.

Sub-drop/safewording are important and heavy topics, and I do not plan to write them into any of fics. I am okay with reading them in fics if they're done correctly, properly tagged, and come with clear and heavy trigger warnings. But I personally do not want to write them.

At the end of the day, I know this is just fanfiction, but subdrop/safewording out are difficult situations that can harm and hurt a person. It isn't a fun topic to talk about (for me), and I typically don't enjoy reading it. Safewords are extremely important, and you shouldn't ever be afraid to use them, but when the moment comes that you need to use them, it is not always easy.

It is not always fun.

And usually, despite how much you love a person, it is awkward and emotional. The dom/top in the situation can easily take on a lot of guilt and blame themselves, sometimes carrying it around with them for years. Sometimes the sub/bottom won't safeword out until they're so far past the point that they should have, that they get damaged and hurt and panicked. That's just not something I'm interested in writing into my characters. I'm not one to shy away from a harsh subject or difficult real-life conversation, but... this is fanfiction. And I have to decide what I want my content to look like and what topics I'm comfortable exploring.

I love writing realistic relationships and realistic sexual dynamics, and I always love to have my characters over-consent to each other. Because consent is sexy. But the fun thing about fanfiction is that I can make it as fluffy and happy as I want. Sub-drop/safewording happens all the time in real life, and sometimes it's not a big deal and easy to move past... but sometimes it impacts you for years.

And while that is a realistic situation that could easily fit into my stories, I am choosing to keep that part of reality out of mine. Because... this is fiction, and I get to live vicariously through my characters, see them happy and healthy, and live the fairytale life that is not always possible in reality.

tl;dr I won't be adding subdrop or safewording out into my fics.

[nostalgia-tblr]

Idly thinking about changing the summaries and tags on at some of my older fics because my goodness a lot of those are super vague about what they actually contain.