#safe word use

[suzukiblu]

Core four please 🙏

Usually that’s not a thing. Usually it’s Tim who can only do that kind of thing by safewording, and sometimes maybe Bart, and maybe once or twice Cassie, depending, but . . . 

But never him, though. Not–it’s never been him, who couldn’t get away unless he used a safeword. He's got Kryptonian-level superstrength and superspeed and TTK, for fuck's sake. He's stronger than Bart and faster than Cassie and stronger and faster than Tim, and–and if he ever really wanted to get away from something–

[silvfyre-writings]

Pleasure and Pain (BSD Fanfic)

Crossposted from AO3 || NSFW

“You want me to… hurt you?” It sounds stupid to say it out loud because it’s obvious from the way that Ranpo looks seconds away from just giving up on the idea entirely, that he doesn’t actually want Bram to hurt him. He just wants him to… actually, Bram can’t say he understands what exactly it is that Ranpo’s asking of him. He’d only just woken up from his afternoon nap before being pounced on—quite literally—by his young lover.

The lover that is currently pouting at him from where he straddles Bram’s waist, already stripped of his clothes in lieu of asking for sex.

Which is usual because Edogawa Ranpo doesn’t ask, he demands.

“You aren’t listening!” Ranpo whines, shifting in a way that has Bram’s body reacting on its own. “I want you to fuck me, but I also want you treat me rough. Tie me up, bite me, and drain me dry, I know it’ll feel good.”

“Why?” Bram asks, more confused now.

“Why not?” Ranpo retorts. “It’s a bit of fun with someone I trust, and who knows; maybe you’ll discover something about yourself.”

Bram frowns. He knows himself plenty already.

“Not like that, idiot. I’m talking kinks and whatnot. You are the most vanilla man I have ever slept with, so give it a try and see if you like it. If you do, we can do it again.”

“And if I don’t…?”

Ranpo shrugs. “Then we try something else next time.”

Still, Bram is hesitant. He understands now what Ranpo is asking of him, but he’s not sure that he can follow through with it, nor is he sure he wants to. He knows, that the moment he says no, that Ranpo will stop and reevaluate the situation, which is the only reason why he hasn’t actually refused to indulge his younger lover.

“Alright.” Bram finally says. “Am I correct to assume you want to do this now?”

Ranpo’s answer is a kiss, lips pressing against his own as Ranpo grinds against him. Bram doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss, sitting up so he can tangle a hand into Ranpo’s hair to drag him closer. His other hand comes to rest on Ranpo’s hip, his nails dragging over the skin light enough to draw a shiver out of the younger.

“We need—” Ranpo presses a chaste kiss to Bram’s cheek before pulling back. “—a safe word.”

“What does that mean?” Bram asks as he tilts his head enough to let Ranpo lavish his neck in kisses and gentle touches.

“It means we decided on a word to use should either of us become uncomfortable. It essentially means to stop what we’re doing immediately and talk it over before continuing. Most people choose a word that they wouldn’t normally use during sex.”

Bram thinks for a moment. At first, he considers using the name of someone they both know, but then thinks that it might be kind of weird to do that. Then he tries to think of a word that he doesn’t use very often—of which there are a lot because as competent as he is in Japanese thanks to everyone at the Agency sitting down to teach him, he doesn’t know every word.

It clicks then.

“Cherry blossom.”

Ranpo nods approvingly. “Okay. Cherry blossoms it is.”

And so begins their usual dance in bed.

Bram is content to let Ranpo take the reins this time, relaxing underneath those beautifully smooth hands of his as they run up under his shirt and drag across his skin. He lets Ranpo pull his shirt off, pressing his lips to Ranpo’s own once the garment is discarded to the side to be dealt with later. He drags his nails down Ranpo’s own back, enjoying the shiver that follows, and he gently bites at the others lip; Ranpo parts his mouth a moment after.

This is the way their bouts of intimacy usually go; gentle touches and caresses as they worship each other’s bodies until it comes to the time for Bram to prep and slip inside of Ranpo. That’s when it becomes passion and pleasure, where they get lost in their desires as they climb higher and higher up the mountain in a desperate attempt to reach the climax that they both seek.

Only this time, the dynamic is changing.

Once they’ve danced around each other enough, Ranpo pulls away to grab the bag that he’d brought over with him, pulling out rope—that’s apparently specifically for sex which Bram didn’t know existed—before dumping the bag. It makes a sound as it hits the ground, which makes Bram believe there’s more in the bag, but he thinks the rope is plenty for now. He listens as Ranpo talks him through tying the knots, making sure that the rope is snug, but not too tight as to cut off circulation or too loose that Ranpo will just slip straight out of them. Bram ties Ranpo’s wrist to the bed, and then with some manoeuvring secures Ranpo’s ankles to the bed also.

Honestly it looks uncomfortable if you ask Bram.

But Ranpo looks content, staring at Bram with lustful eyes as his legs and arms rest beside his head, wiggling his hips as best he can to entice Bram into moving.

“Shouldn’t I prep you first?”

“The point is pain, Bram.” Ranpo whines, kicking his legs a little. “You can lube yourself up, but I want it rough.”

Bram frowns a little, but nods, brushing a stray strand of hair over his shoulder. “Okay…”

He’s slow as he slides in, and bites his lip as Ranpo tenses and clenches around him, pulling at his bindings as he instinctively tries to move away. There’s the slightest hint of pain on the younger’s face, one that makes Bram a bit uncomfortable, but as he bottoms out, it fades until Ranpo looks like he’s in bliss.

Ranpo once told him he was a masochist, but Bram hadn’t believed him.

Now he does.

“Hurry up and move!” Ranpo snaps, pushing his hips down even as his stomach is already visibly bulging—Bram didn’t think he could get deeper if he tried to, yet Ranpo seemed determined to swallow his entire body with his own.

The first thrust brings about a grunt, and Bram finds himself wincing a little—no wonder the previous times, Ranpo insisted on a copious amount of lube.

The second comes easier.

By the fifth thrust, Bram finds it easier to slide in and out, and starts to build up a rhythm. He starts off steady, but quickly begins to lose himself listening to Ranpo’s cries and moans. Along with the way that Ranpo keeps tensing around him, it doesn’t take long for that feeling of pleasure to pool in his stomach, and even less for him to spill inside of his lover.

Ranpo grimaces at the feeling. “Wow, okay, you didn’t last long there, did you?”

“Shut up.” Bram growls, feeling a little more confident as he slowly thrusts to regain his hardness. He leans over Ranpo and presses his fangs against his neck in that soft spot where neck and shoulder meet, threatening to bite but not yet doing it. “It felt good.”

“So it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that I’m tied up for you to use as you please?” Ranpo grins, pulling at his restraints to prove his point.

Bram reaches a hand between him and grabs at Ranpo’s dick, stroking it slowly, thumbing over the head as it begins to leak over his hand. “You beg me to fill you up normally, this is no different.”

“Well then, stop treating me like your dainty prince and fuck me hard already.”

“As you wish.”

It’s easier to move inside, now that his cum is inside of Ranpo, and that allows Bram to build up a much more brutal pace than before. He snaps his hips forward, over and over, watching as Ranpo shifts up the bed with each thrust. Bram lets go of Ranpo’s dick at some point to rake his nails all over Ranpo’s back, leaving marks that will take days to fade. He listens as Ranpo pulls and shifts away, eyes squeezed shut, but unable to escape the pleasure that he’s being given.

He cums once, yet Bram doesn’t stop.

Instead, he bites down. Hard.

Blood fills his mouth as Ranpo cries out, and Bram drinks in time with every thrust, savouring the sweet taste of his lover’s blood as it flows over his tongue. He’s always held a fondness for Ranpo’s blood, ever since the first time he drank it. There’s a sweetness to it caused by the amount of sweets that the younger consumes, thick as it flows easily from the wounds he creates. Usually, whenever he drinks from Ranpo, Bram will find himself being pressed as close as possible, arms encircling his head, but now, since Ranpo is tied up, it’s up to him to pull Ranpo closer.

So he does.

His thrusts stutter as he digs his nails in harder, biting down harder, losing himself in the delicious meal he’s been offered.

It feels good, so so good, and Bram understands why Ranpo finds this pleasurable now.

He thrusts harder, more determined, and Ranpo cums again, spattering the both of them with his release, and Bram follows suit a few thrusts later.

But he doesn’t stop.

He can’t.

He stops when Ranpo lets out a cry and jerks violently beneath him.

Brams pulls away in an instant, ripping himself out of Ranpo, which drags another cry of what can only be pain, and scrambles to the edge of the bed. Adrenaline courses through him as Bram tries to figure out what caused Ranpo to cry out like that, and that’s when he sees the blood on his fingertips, a couple of droplets running down his fingers as he stares at them, shocked and terrified. Gone is the pleasure that he’d just been indulged in—he knew this was a terrible idea, he knew that it wasn’t worth the risk of hurting Ranpo. Yet here he was, a failure because he’d done just that; hurt the man he loved because he couldn’t control himself. There’s a ringing in his ears as he stares at the blood, and normally, normally, the sight of blood doesn’t unnerve him.

He’s a vampire after all, it’s something he deals with on a regular basis.

But there’s a difference between drinking blood to sustain himself, and drawing blood by hurting someone he cares for.

“—am!”

He’s a failure of a partner, a monster, only good for bringing pain and destruction like everyone in his life had told him time and time again. He hadn’t listened though, determined to prove them wrong.

“Bram!”

Bram lifts his head, looking into bright green eyes that are tinged with pain.

Guilt runs through him, replacing the adrenaline.

“Cherry blossom.”

Bram blinks, confused why Ranpo’s—oh right, the safe word. He’s still confused why Ranpo’s saying it now, when the damage is already done and he’s already been hurt.

But then he remembers, that it’s a sign that the play is supposed to end when the word is said, and that Ranpo is still tied to the bed, so with shaking hands, Bram shuffles forward to undo the knots that are keeping Ranpo folded in half, before retreating off the bed entirely. He slides down to the floor at the end of the bed, misery coursing through him, and he curls in on himself in an attempt to hide.

“Bram…” Ranpo’s voice breaks through his thoughts, and gentle hands touch his cheeks.

He raises his head, staring through blurry eyes as his lover kneels in front of him.

“There you are.” Ranpo smiles softly at him, and leans forward to press their heads together. “It’s okay—”

“I hurt you.” Bram blurts out, feeling even more guilty that he interrupted his lover. He doesn’t deserve the kindness that Ranpo’s giving him, the gentleness of the touches he’s offered.

“You didn’t.” Ranpo affirms.

Bram pushes Ranpo away slightly, just enough that he can raise his hands to show the blood. “I did.”

“Just a few scratches, nothing that won’t heal after a good clean.” Ranpo says, reaching out to take Bram’s hands into his own. He raises one and places a kiss against the back of it. “You didn’t hurt me, Bram.”

Bram shakes his head. He did, he did, and he needs Ranpo to understand that what he did isn’t okay, yet every time he tries to pull away, Ranpo holds firm, refusing to let him do so. He’s starting to feel stressed, can feel his emotions boiling away and threatening to spill over.

Another kiss is given to him, this time, against his forehead. “I’ll clean us up, okay?”

“No, I can—”

“Bram, it’s okay.” Ranpo interrupts, smoothing his cheek with a hand. “You are feeling a lot right now, so it’s okay if you sit there and take a moment. I’ll be right back.”

Bram nods, and watches as Ranpo stands and turns to head to the bathroom.

Then he freezes.

Because there are gouges in Ranpo’s back, blood trickling down the skin there. Gouges caused by him.

Tears well in his eyes, thoughts of how he’s a terrible person and a monster swirling through his mind as he stares at them. He did that, he created those wounds, wounds that look painful and that are bleeding freely. He’s a monster, he never should’ve believed that he would be capable of love and affection. Breathing is hard now; he feels like he’s being choked, like there is an invisible rope cutting off his air, and he doesn’t like it. He’s never felt this way before and he knows it’s because of what he did, what he should never have agreed to in the first place.

Arms wrap around his head, and he feels himself tugged against smooth skin, a heartbeat sounding steadily beneath his ear.

He breathes.

“It’s okay.” Ranpo soothes, running a hand through Bram’s hair. “What you feel is normal, and you’ll be okay.”

Bram feels a few tears run down his cheeks. “I do not like this.”

“I know. It’s okay, though.” Ranpo moves to sit beside him on the floor, opening his arms, and Bram doesn’t hesitate to throw himself into the embrace. Immediately, Ranpo pulls him close, holding him with one hand. The other tugs the blanket off of the bed and drapes it over him.

He should say something about the mess that not cleaning up will leave, but Bram can’t bring himself to do anything about it either. He just sits there, curling up against Ranpo’s chest.

“I’m sorry.” He says.

“It’s fine.” Ranpo rests his cheek against the top of Bram’s head. “I enjoyed it.”

At least one of them did. But he has to say it. “I did not. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. This is what experimenting means. But don’t stress yourself out about it, just take a moment to relax and breathe. Cry a little if it makes you feel better.”

Bram nods and just does that. It’s not often that he allows himself to lose control of his emotions, but he feels as if this is one time that he can without being judged for it. He turns to bury his face into Ranpo’s chest, winding his arms around the other to clutch at his shoulders, and he just cries.

Ranpo doesn’t say a word as he does, holding him in silence and running a hand up and down his back to soothe him.

He knows that afterwards, things will be fine, and that they’ll clean each other up and go to sleep in each other’s arms, but for now, things aren’t okay.

And that’s okay.

[strangereads]

i needed this sooooo bad actually. this was so well done! i have a rly soft spot for fics that start out smutty and wonderful, but then the tide kind of turns and one of them needs to stop. you wrote both of their emotions really well and seeing the situation dealt with nicely and with so much love and care — it truly really makes me feel good and so settled and safe? idk if that made any sense but ily and this was gorgeous

Summer breeze

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: You and Eddie haven't been around each other in a long time since he's been on tour. When he gets back, he decides to take you on vacation.

Warnings: smut, slight angst, hurt/comfort. Established relationships, unprotected sex, and use of safe word. Mild choking. Aftercare. Eddie is a sweet boy in this. No use of y/n, nicknames used (baby, sweetheart, and good girl)

Word count:3.1k

A/n: Not proofread. Please ignore any mistakes. Divider by me. Please comment and reblog to show support. I'm reposting because some parts were missing.

Somtime early morning in Palm Springs.

You awoke to a nice summer breeze on your skin, and your boyfriends arm slumped over your waist. His mouth slightly opened as he whistled a small snore in your ear. You smile to yourself as you watch the sunrise through the sheer white curtains of your hotel room.

Eddie had just gotten back from a very extended tour with Corroded Coffin. This was the first time both of you were away from each other for months and months on end. Most of the time, he'd fly you out to visit him. Since you started up your own business, that wasn't possible this time round.

The two of you agreed that once the extensive tour was over, you would take time off from your work and go on a little vacation together. A much needed break for the both of you. Eddie made sure you knew how much he missed you. Almost every night for over half a year, he'd call you before bed. Sometimes, you would fall asleep with each other on the other line.

Now, here you finally were snuggled up with him as you watched the sunrise. You wanted to wake him up so bad and begin your day sightseeing or lounging by the pool. You glance over your shoulder at him while he sleeps. His hair is wildly spread across the pillow as his various chains around his neck were all tangled up. He looked so peaceful that you couldn't wake him just yet. This was probably the first time he actually slept through the night since leaving on tour.

Carefully removing his arm from your waist and easing yourself out of bed. Tip toeing to the bathroom as you did but not before almost tripping on his discarded jeans next to the bed. Quickly looking up at him, you curse quietly to yourself. He's still sprawled out on the bed, snoring away, or so you thought.

"Hey, where are you going?" His low raspy voice calls out for you. You giggled at his sleepy voice that he hates so much.

His eyes are still heavy from sleep, and his hair is even wilder than you thought. He lets out a low groan as he stretches. His joints popping loudly

"I'm just going to get ready." Shaking his had he pulls the covers back slapping the mattress.

"Nuh uh c'mere." He motioned for you to get back in bed. a boyish grin spreading across his face. You can't even see his eyes from the mess of his bangs hanging lower than last time you saw him.

You thought about it for a moment and decided to rejoin him in bed. You ran and jumped back under the covers, laughing while he wrapped his arms around your body.

The pair of you missed being cuddled up in eachothers arms. This vacation is going to be two weeks long, and there is plenty of time to explore your surroundings. Staying in bed for a few more hours wouldn't kill you.

Around 1 p.m., your alarm rang.

You woke up again to the cool breeze on your skin. Only this time, you were alone, no sight of Eddie anywhere. Frowning, you remembered he did have a few meetings he had to do on your first couple of days here. Not knowing how long they would be. You gaze at his pillow, seeing a tiny daisy left there for you with a little note.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there to see you wake up. I have some business to take care of. then after I'm all yours. - Eddie."

You smiled, reading the note and smelling the flower he left for you. You hurriedly got out of bed. you decided maybe visiting the hotel pool would be a nice way to relax until he got back. You ran and put on your bikini, packing your tote back with the essentials you'll need.

Spending the next couple of hours down by the pool lounging got boring after a while. You tried reading and listening to your Walkman. Nothing seemed to help cure it. The only thing on your mind was Eddie.

How you missed the way he would hold you. His dumb jokes he'd wake you up in the middle of the night to tell you. You missed his smell and how soft his lips were against your skin. How he carefully took his time with you. The way he'd make you cum over and over again. You needed him. That longing feeling taking over you has become too overwhelming. Nearly to the point you're on the verge of tears.

You just want him. All of him.

Jumping up from the beach chair, you hurriedly make your way back to the hotel room. You practically run through the lobby to the elevator, hoping he's there by now. Much to your surprise, he is, and a sigh escapes your mouth when you see him. He's standing by the couch in the living area, taking a puff of his cigarette. He notices you staring at him and smirks before looking you up and down.

Licking his lips, "Hey baby, what you been up to?" His voice low and sultry.

"Just waiting for you to get back, so I decided to go to the pool." You pointed over your shoulder.

He hums as he takes another drag of his cigarette. There is so much sexual tension growing thicker between you two. The way he keeps looking you up and down while he smokes, practically eye fucking you. You try to make small talk with him, but he just keeps staring you down. Almost like a predator hunting for its prey. The thought sends a shiver of excitement down your spine.

"C'mere baby." He motions for over for you to come closer.

You do as you're told and go to him. He bites his lower lip and puts out the rest of his cigarette. He pulls you in even closer to him and wraps his arms around your middle. Bringing his hands down to your ass, squeezing softly, giving it a light few taps.

"When did you get this little thing?" He took one of his hands away from your ass to tug at your bikini top.

You look down, "I've always had it."

"Hmm, have you?" Eddie eyebrows raised in amusement. His playful tapping turning into a harsher grip.

All you could do was nod, feeling the wetness pooling between your legs.

Eddie leans down closer to your ear.You bite your lower lip and gasp when you feel him grip your ass painfully tighter. You grasp onto his shoulders for leverage, trying not to stumble as you're practically on your tip toes now. You let out a small whimper, and he loosens his grip on you. Eddie hooks a finger under your chin, making you look up at him. His eyes blown out with lust.

"Lets go to bed." His voice is deep and husky by your ear.

Nodding your head again slowly as your mind struggles to form any words.

You swallow dryly. "Okay."

Eddie takes you by the hand and leads you to the bedroom. The sun is setting now, giving it a nice orange glow. You stand before him as he gazes down at you. You look up at him, waiting for his next move.

He reaches behind you and pulls the strings to your bikini top slowly, letting it fall to the floor. Your nipples harden instantly as the cool air hits them. You move your arms to cover yourself, but he stops you.

"Don't hide from me." Eddie gently commanded.

You listen, moving your arms back down. He goes to undo your bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the floor with your top.

He mumbled rubbing his hard cock over his jeans, "You're so goddamm sexy."

Eddie sits back on the bed, bringing you to straddle him. Your lips instantly attacking his in a feverish kiss. He tastes like cigarettes and mint. you can almost cry at how much you've missed his taste. You begin grinding against him, your clit rubbing on his prominent buldge straining in his jeans. Rubbing yourself on him back and forth, a moan escapes your lips. You've been waiting so long to have him, and now he's here. Removing his mouth from yours, he kisses down your jaw and neck.

"I need you, now." Your voice is coming out much needier than you expected.

"Lay back for me, sweetheart." His husky voice mumbled against your throat. "Be a good girl."

You look at him, licking your lips."I'm always your good girl."

"You sure are, baby." He chuckled at your response, knowing how much you loved it when he called you that."You suuuuure are." He drawls.

Eddie didn't hesitate after that. Hearing you beg for him made his cock rock hard. he couldn't wait to bury it deep inside you. He quickly strips himself of every piece of clothing he had on. His cock springing free when yanks down his boxers. You move up closer to the headboard, laying back against the soft pillows. He makes his way up the bed, crawling his way to you.

He settles himself in between your legs, and you spread them open wider for him. He strokes his cock up and down a few times, pumping it lazily. Your breathing becomes heavy with anticipation. His cock has always been intimidatingly big. Eddie always made sure to get you nice and warmed up before taking him. This time, though, he didn't do much of that. There was no foreplay. you didn't mind it at first. Since you were both so desperate to have one another. Your lust and desires clouding your judgments.

"Eddie, please, I need you inside me." You kept begging him.

He bit his lip, muttering something under his breath. "Fuck, I really have missed you baby."

He looks up at you through his lashes and without warning he's lines his cock at your entrance thrusting all the way inside you. You let high-pitched moan and squeeze your eyes shut tight. Eddie doesn't stay still for long he grabs your hips harshly and begins pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into you.

Your mind going foggy as Eddie's cock splits you open. He's thrusting into you harder and faster. His hips slapping into yours roughly. You grip his biceps, digging your nails into his skin. Your pussy is making a loud squelching noise as he pumped his harder cock in and out of you. Your slicks dripping down your ass and soaking his length.

"S-so fu-cking tight," He grunted, throwing his head back as he plunged his cock harder in your pussy.

"... And wet–Jesus christ, you're making a mess on me."

Your back arches up "Mmmfph – eddie," you moan. "Don't stop."

The tip of his cock rubbing against your g spot the deeper he pushes inside you. You were moaning and writhing underneath him. Calling out his name every time slammed back into you. Every plunge of his cock felt like he was going in deeper. Your bodies slapping together

After a while, your pleasure was starting to feel more like pain. His movements were only getting rougher, and he didn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon. There was a slight stinging sensation between your legs, which was becoming more prominent.

Your breathing became heavier as anxiety started taking over. Eddie, without thinking, put his hand to your throat squeezingly only lightly to your pressure points. Tears prickled your eyes as you tried your best to ignore the growing pain between your legs.

You didn't want to use your safe word, but in this situation, it just wasn't feeling good anymore. You've never used it before and were scared to it, even though Eddie has always encouraged you to if it became too much. The bed rocking against the wall harder made you aware of how fast he was really going, — you wouldn't be surprised if there was damage done or if the bed broke. Looking up at him, he doesn't really seem to be focusing on much of anything else, but how good you feel. His eyes squeezed shut, and his mouth hanging open. His cheeks flushed pink. His hips slammed into yours at a bruising pace.

You felt guilty for doing this, but you have no other choice. His thrusts are becoming too overwhelming for your liking, and his hand on your throat is now squeezing just a tad bit harder. Your moans were now chokes and quiet sobs. He didn't even notice. Eddie was too caught up in how good your walls felt clenching around him.

"Eddie." You whimpered quiely, but he didn't hear you.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum." He managed to groan out.

"r-red," you quiely choked out, but he kept pumping into you. His hips smacking into yours as he only sped up even more. Chasing his own high, assuming you were getting close too. You started to panic, and the pain was getting worse now. Your anxiety kicking into overdrive.

"RED!!!" Your voice manged to scream out, and Eddie haulted his movements instantly. His face falls. His eyes are full of worry as he removes his hand from your throat immediately. Carefully and gently, he pulls out, causing you to hiss at the sting. He winced seeing the pain on your face.

"Baby, what's wrong?"— "Are you okay?"Talk to me, please."He was pleading with you to just talk to him. Tell him anything at this point. There was so much concern in his tone.

All he cared about was knowing if you were alright.

Eddie voice rang in your ears over and over again. Finally, you let out a sob covering your face with your hands. You felt embarrassed and ashamed. Eddie, on the other hand, was trying his best to soothe you. He goes to move your hands from your face, but you slap them away. You refuse to look at him, turning your body from him. Your reactions to his care were purely instinctual. You know he'd never go out of his way to cause you pain like this on purpose.

He just sits there desperately wanting to tend to you but also terrified to touch you. You laid there crying, trying to calm down and get your breathing under control. You take a deep breath and sit up, bringing the blanket to cover yourself.

"What's wrong? You gotta tell me!" Eddie urged with so much panic in his voice. He was trying to keep it together, knowing you needed him more right now.

"It hurt....i-it was too much." You stammered, swallowing the lump in your throat. You turned on your back keeping yourself under the blankets.

Eddie hesitantly goes to wipe away the tears from your face. You don't flinch or smack his hands away this time. He let out a shakey breath before speaking again. He couldn't believe he didn't notice you weren't enjoying yourself. Your small whimpers of pain replay in his head now, making him feel like such a bad boyfriend. How could he possibly not have noticed his girl was in pain? The thought has him wanting to be sick.

"I'm so so sorry I didn't mean to you hurt you." His voice cracks as he fights back tears of his own. "What do you need from me, baby?"

"It's okay. I'm okay." You reassured him, but he shakes his head.

"No you're not...I'm so fucking horrible." He said running a hand down his face and through his hair.

"You're not horrible, Eddie. we both just got too caught up."

"I'm so sorry." He repeated again, bringing your hands to his mouth as he kissed them.

"Please forgive me sweetheart you know I'd never harm you in this or any way ever."

"I know it's okay. We should just take it slow like we usually do." Your hand goes up to caress his face. A small smile slowly appeared on his lips. He took your palm, giving it a gentle kiss of reassurance.

"I should have taken my time with you, baby." Eddie sighed deeply, still riddled with guilt.

You wiped away the last remaining tears from your eyes. "I just– I need that warm-up, you know?"

"Yeah." He cleared his throat. He understands where you're coming from. Eddie was selfish earlier, and for that, you paid the price.

God, he still can't get your voice yelling your safe word from his mind. He wanted to break down and bawl his eyes out. He wanted to wait on your hand and foot until he was for sure you were completely fine.

There was a long calming silence in the room now. Eddie was trying to figure out what to do next. He, let's go of your hands and brought you in for a hug. He lets out a breath of relief that you're not pulling away from him.

"Wanna cuddle?" He pulled back to look at you and examine your neck where his hand used to be. You reached up, brushing back his bangs.

"Can we?" Your face lighting up.

"I'll do whatever you want me to." He moves to curl up next to you and shuts off one of the lamps on the table. He wraps you up nice and tight in your blanket. "Did you want to order room service and watch something funny?"

You wiggled around in his hold, getting yourself comfortable. "Only if you order me the biggest burger on the menu."

"Ahh, a giant burger it is, and maybe something sweet too?" Eddie leaned over to kiss your temple.

"Definitely want that too...and I want to watch something spooky not funny." You grinned over your shoulder at him.

He shook his head. "Alright, alright, ginormous burger, ice cream, and a horror movie." Eddie pauses for a second, rubbing your side in a soothing way, "anything else you might want?"

"Nope, that's all." You teased, reaching around to pinch his side. He laughed and jerked away.

"Wait! and cuddles." You added lastly.

The sun has finally set, and the room is now covered in darkness except for the TV playing a scary movie of your choosing. Your food is sitting on a tray across your laps. Every other second, he stopped eating to ask if you're really okay. To which you reminded him you're fine and you were just overwhelmed earlier.

Eventually, he stopped asking and opted to cuddle you close to him. He didn't ever want you to feel unsafe with him. The nice summer breeze blows on your skin as Eddie holds you tight against him. Your vacation may have started off on a bad foot, but Eddie was determined to make it up to you.

"I love you, sweetheart." He whispered in your ear, giving your cheek a loving kiss. "You're always safe with me."

"I love you too."

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[insane-mother]

"i don't need a safeword"/"i don't care about aftercare."

stay the fuck away from me tf🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

[luetta]

[feminist-diary]

Why do the standards of human health differ for women? They know that having sex you don’t want every day to survive isn’t healthy. They know that cultures where women’s bodies are highly controlled aren’t healthy. They know that a woman changing her appearance through surgery doesn’t come from good mental health.

They know how degrading and painful all of this shit is. They know that this causes pain. If someone imagines a man being put into these positions, they would sense the inherent horror of it. It’s just that they think women deserve it, that this is woman’s position in society. It’s too normal, the suffering women are put through, for people to recognize its wrongness. But it’s also so normal that I ask, how can you not recognize it?

Why do you view women’s pain differently? Are women not human enough for our pain to matter? Why are you being intentionally obtuse, denying the truth you know deep down?

Patriarchy demands that you deny truth. Feminism reveals truth. Within feminism, there is nothing to hide.

[onethousand825days]

maybe it's the like npd/aspd but my brain automatically categorizes people into like little classes. like I meet a person and as I get to know them they get sorted. like there's a class for younger female sibling type friend, a class for older male person who I like but barely speak to, a class for doctors and medical professionals, a class for people my age who are like me, a class for people my age who are nothing like me, etc. and my brain has a predetermined set of mannerisms and vocabulary for interacting with each one

[forwomenbiwomen]

Sometimes it just makes me deeply, helplessly angry that we don't even have a word for women that doesn't originate from "wife man". And then I get into a spiral of realising over again just how powerful language is, and how immensely saturated it is with both subtle and overt misogyny. And THEN I get into a spiral of how unbelievably long "women" have been subjected to misogyny that we literally don't have a word for women that doesn't position us as property of men.

[odetoalibrary]

Rhaenyra’s attitude to Daemon’s twin girls in comparison to her own children is…interesting. But I don’t think the writers themselves realised it was an issue so I doubt it will be addressed

First there is her decision to not let Jace ride out on his dragon (understandable after what just happened to Lucerys!) but she sends Baela instead. You could argue that she believes that Baela, as a woman, would be less hot-blooded than Jace would which matches the show’s theme of men being bloodthirsty and women being the peacemakers. But Baela is very much mini-Daemon judging by her mad chase after Criston Cole.

Does Rhaenerya not know her personality? Have they not lived together for years as one big happy family? Or is risking Baela preferable to her actual son?

Then there is the insane attitude towards Rhaena, who she can spare because she has no dragon. Rhaenyra can’t bear to let her boys go…but Rhaena will have to be “mother” to them now. She tells this kid, her stepdaughter, to mother her children and how hard this is for her, Rhaenyra. Rhaena’s own mother is dead and she’s 16 years old.

If I thought the writers were exploring some interesting issues with Rhaenyra such as; maybe she has internal misogyny like Alicent but it express itself in a different way; or maybe she like many stepmothers just doesn’t care as much about Daemon’s previous children; or maybe she’s getting colder and more selfish as the pressure piles on and she lost her son…..but I highly doubt this was the intention.

The writers so far have made it clear that we are supposed to see Rhaenyra as the “moral” character so she doesn’t get to have major flaws like this (terrible writing decision btw). But this is completely undermined by them not realising how her treatment of the twins looks to the audience

[s0fter-sin]

something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line

“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”

“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"

but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.

he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.

his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.

ghost doesn't let him.

"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."

soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.

he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."

the ice in soap's eyes fractures.

ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.

“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”

[suzukiblu]

Core four!

She could just make him. She could just–she could just–Bart and Tim he’s probably still strong enough to get away from, but Cassie could make him. 

He doesn’t even know what his brain means by that. “Make” him do . . . what, exactly? 

He doesn’t even know how he feels about . . . that. 

[simplydnp]

totally normal about the 'wedding?' response continuing to evolve even though it's only been 5 shows. at this point i'm convinced the grand plan behind tit is to convince dan via exposure therapy that he's allowed to want to get married

[dwllie]

🏳️‍🌈 𓂃 FAG(GOT)FREAK 〰️

— FAG(GOT)FREAK : a gender under the genderfreak gender system related to being a fag(got) and a freak; a fag(got)freak. this gender is only to be used by those in the lgbtq+ community that reclaim the slur fag(got).

coined by us ♡ requested by no one ♡ genderfreak by @losergendered ♡ tagging @accessmogai for a flag id

[PT: fag(got)freak~ fag(got)freak: a gender under the genderfreak gender system related to being a fag(got) and a freak; a fag(got)freak. this gender is only to be used by those in the lgbtq+ community that reclaim the slur fag(got). coined by us. requested by no one. genderfreak by losergendered. tagging accessmogai for a flag id. /END PT]

[justaproshipwatermelonnerd]

If people learned what words meant before using them, I think a lot less people would be using proship to mean problematic shipping.

[okay-gayass]

"In the game that we play,

There's a Cain and an Abel,

And I'm bettin' who's gonna be who !!"