#safewording

[blueangelbby]

A la ur hucklerabbot with Dennis safe wording out I’d love to see something similar for Trinity!

Trinity I know you've lied and said you're fine when you're supposed to safeword because you're half convinced sex is supposed to be a punishment-

"I said I'm fine."

It's snappy and tight. Garcia pauses, not believing her in the slightest.

because Trinity is quieter than normal and spacey. She's dissociating on the bed, and not responding to anything - verbal questions, touches, pain or pleasure. Her body might be there but her head is very, very far away.

She leans down to kiss Trinity's neck, just a small test, and sure enough, her whole demeanor tenses up. But this time, she blurts out their safeword, and shoves Garcia away from her.

Curls her knees up against her chest in a fetal position and refuses to look up from her pillow, shaking slightly. Her head is reeling with emotions she can’t name, panic she can’t tamper down, something sick inside of her.

"Oh, baby."

But the pet name just makes Trinity curl up into herself even tighter. "Sorry, I don't-I can't-"

"You don't have to. It's okay," Garcia says softly. "But can I touch you? I just want you to know that I'm right here."

A hand slides out slowly and settles over Trinity’s calf muscle. Just something warm and grounding.

Safe.

Eventually Trinity allows the hands to become arms that hold her. Garcia’s heartbeat is soothing to listen to in the silence of the room. She can breathe with another body, one that feels good and steady.

They stay like that for a while. Until Trinity’s muscles loosen and she relaxes into Garcia’s hold.

“Do you want to try and shower?”

Trinity shakes her head. That’s too much work. Too many motions and too much thinking.

“Okay.” She gets a kiss on her forehead. “That’s fine. We can just go to sleep instead. Together, yeah?”

Trinity falls asleep under the covers to the sound of a heartbeat that provides her more safety than she’s used to.

[lifeisatrialarchive]

I will always be grateful to Liam for introducing the concept of safewording out of a regular conversation. No need to explain, no need to justify, just SAFEWORD out and no further questions.

[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”

[cagestark]

You might have written something like this before, but for a prompt: tony and peter have been together for awhile and things get pretty rough in bed which is usually great but something makes Peter use his safeword for the first time? I’d love to see tony switch from being all hot dom to super sweet caring for his boyfriend. also I love your fics, keep up the great work :)

Hope this works <3

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Peter makes the most incredible sight. 

In the candlelight, his skin glows golden, every last inch of it exposed where he is stretched out into a long line, wrist bound together and to the headboard, ankles bound together but left free. His cock juts from the cradle of his hips, red and glistening from the amount of precum that’s dripped down the shaft. The flush of his face travels all the way down to his nipples which Tony has teased to tender points. Peter’s thin mouth is parted as he works to take in larger breaths, eyelashes long and wet where they rest against his cheeks. All this, and the kid never tells him no. Never asks for mercy. Never begs - not unless Tony asks him to, that is. Tony has been with plenty of submissives, but none have ever been like Peter. So fucking good. So ready to trust and give in to Tony’s will. 

Tony drops the scrap of cloth on Peter’s trembling abdomen. His eyes open, squinting down at it. They’ve talked about it beforehand, worked everything out before even stepping foot in the bedroom, but still Tony wants to hear that Peter is interested. 

“You’ve been so good for me, sweet boy,” Tony says. He reaches out and takes one end of the cloth, dragging it gently down the sensitive skin of Peter’s groin just to see him shiver. “Even if you say no, you’ll still be my good boy. So tell me honestly: do you want this?” 

He’d seen the hesitation in Peter when he brought up blindfolding. Peter had asked why, what the appeal would be - for himself, of course, such a smart boy, knowing that the best submission is that which is joyfully given, and if Peter can’t see the appeal then he won’t agree to it. The loss of one sense will heighten your others, Tony had said. Peter had rolled the blindfold in his hand, joking, But my senses are already so sensitive. 

He had agreed though. Tony had seen the interest in his gaze, even if it was cautious. It is still there now when Peter blinks up at him, smiling. 

“Yes, sir.” 

The blindfold goes on. Peter lets out a breathy sound, something that might be oh or whoa. Tony rests his palm flat on the kid’s chest and drags his fingers, firm but gentle down the center of his chest, across the hollow of his sternum, down to the abs that tense and jump at the touch. Peter’s whole body trembles, noises slipping from his lips. 

Tony takes his hand away. For a moment Peter’s body chases the touch before he relaxes back onto the bed, breathing slowly, patient. So fucking good. 

Reaching out, holding his breath, Tony drags the flat of his nails down one of Peter’s outstretched arms. The kid flinches, entire body jerking away from the touch. Tony’s eyes flicker to his face, but there’s no outward alarm. Ticklish, Tony thinks, snorting a little. He lets his hand hover over Peter’s body, ripe with possibilities. He can’t anticipate where his hand will fall. Brushing against the arch of Peter’s ribs, he lifts his fingers and then drags them up the kid’s thigh. 

“Red,” Peter shrieks. 

Tony jerks back so quickly that he nearly slips off the bed. All at once his heart is in his throat, stomach dropped down somewhere between his knees. His entire body flashes hot and then cold, so cold, while Peter pulls against the binds - shreds them like they’re tissue paper - and then rips off the blindfold, flinging it away from him before Tony can even make a move. 

Peter’s entire body trembles, eyes wide and face white like he’s seen a ghost. 

They meet each other in a tangle of arms and legs. Peter doesn’t cry, but his eyes are far away while he shakes against Tony’s chest. Tony eases them until they’re sitting against the headboard, drags the coverlet up to keep the naked man warm. All the while he keeps them flush together at Peter’s insistence, murmuring words he can barely understand himself. 

“Are you hurt?” Tony asks into the crown of the kid’s head. 

Peter shakes his head. 

“Okay, that’s good. That’s great. Deep breaths, kid, I’m right here. You’re safe.” 

“I don’t like the blindfold,” Peter says, voice flat. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry. That’s not important to me right now, you are, understood?” 

“I don’t like it,” Peter says, eyes looking through Tony. “I don’t like not knowing where you are.”

Tony’s heart aches, like someone has their fist around it. He remembers reading the reports of his Peter, so young, so much on his shoulders having to fight against an illusionist. The terrible things that Beck had forced Peter to see. It makes his teeth clench, fury building up deep in his chest. 

But Beck is dead. Peter isn’t. Peter will always be more important. 

“You know where I am right now?” Tony murmurs, tightening his hold on the shaking young man. “Here, Pete. Right here. We’ll get through this, honey, just keep breathing okay?”

[ohblushes]

Ok I am SO SO SO here for a story with Jonny safewording. Seriously I never read enough stories where it's the dom who safewords, though obviously that happens. And I'd love to see Jonny in that vulernable position and how Pat handles it. I also think that as a reader it's an almost unexpected thing to happen, just because as established Jonny has a lot of kinks, so probably some would wrongly assume he wouldn't need to safeword often. Anyway I want it. I want it so bad.

me too!! and i want to put patrick in a situation where he handles the caretaking (which he would do incredibly well, he knows jonny as well as jonny knows him and once patrick’s no longer emotionally constipated he’s able to take full advantage of that). i also think neither of them buy into any macho doms-don’t-safeword crap, patrick is absolutely jonny’s guardian as much as jonny is patrick’s. 

i suspect the scenario for jonny would involve jonny feeling stressed out over something outside of the bedroom - he just gets distraught and can’t deal with that kind of heightened, intense headspace they both slip into. not sure, more pondering required.

[shimmeringswift]

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Original Chloe | RT600/Elijah Kamski, Blue-Haired Traci/Blue-Haired Traci's Girlfriend, Tina Chen & Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson & Tina Chen, Hank Anderson & Gavin Reed, Original Chloe | RT600 & Gavin Reed Characters: Gavin Reed, Tina Chen, Original Chloe | RT600, Blue-Haired Traci (Detroit: Become Human), Blue-Haired Traci's Girlfriend (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Gavcats, Elijah Kamski, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Brief Original Male Character - Character, Trashcan the Cat - Character, Captain Allen (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Dick Jokes, Sharing Clothes, Cold Weather, Language, Tina's a Nosy Bitch, Gavcats - Freeform, Hickeys, Violinist!Gavin, Musician!Gavin, Musician!Tina, streamer!au, Streamer!Tina, Streamer!Gavin, Alternate Universe - Human, Social Media, Twitch - Freeform, Twitter, Music, Discord - Freeform, Gavin Reed Being Less of an Asshole, Sub Gavin Reed, Bottom Gavin Reed, Teasing, Sex Jokes, innuendos, Totally Invasive Fandoms, The Gavcats know no boundaries, Gavin Scolding the Gavcats, phck, We Call RK900 Richard in this House, We actually call him Nines as well, Nines - Freeform, Richard - Freeform, Richard Arkait, Connor and Richard are twins, Twins, mafia!au, ish, The White Wolf, Kamski's White Wolf, Here's Where the Fun Really Starts, Chloe and Gavin are Close, Uncle Gavin, Restlessness, Restless!Gavin, Fitness Nut Gavin, Healthy Gavin, Gavin is Healthy, Gavin Reed doesn't smoke, We never fucking see him smoke in the game but apparently it's accepted as fanon now, Jogging, Coffee, Lots of Fucking Coffee, French, Gavin Speaks a SHIT TON of languages, Disney, Violence, Safewording, crude language, Torture, Knives, Strong Language, Phone Calls, Sensuality, Tina Chen is an Awesome Friend, Discussion of Abortion, Implied/Referenced Abortion Series: Part 2 of The Things We Hide Summary:

Gavin glowered at her, but wore down under her stare. “…Did you post the video?”

Her grin was answer enough. He covered his face with his hands, pink flaming across his cheeks. Her voice was singsong when she replied, “Yep. All of the Gavcats are in love with him. They’re calling him ‘Nines.’ Wanna know why?”

“No, I really don’t.”

Tina ignored him. “They all think he has a nine-inch dick.”

His hands dropped from his face with horror. “Oh my God. Please tell me you’re joking.”

[whispering-magpie]

#7 Pressure

Title: Pressure Link: AO3 Square Filled: Free Space Ship: Sastiel Rating: Teen Tags: Suspension Bondage, Shibari, Human Castiel, Safewording Summary: Dean offered alcohol, which drowned out the noise, but didn't help in the long run. Sam offered a natural alternative. It was why Cas liked him. He always looked for a less alcohol-fueled solution to their problems. Word Count: 896 Written for @spnkinkbingo, and for @samanddeaninpanties, who requested Sastiel suspension bondage

For shits and giggles, my thought process when I was writing this:

Requester wants: Kinky suspension bondage at a play party Me: Relaxing traditional pressure point shibari to cheer up human Cas Me to Me: Nope Cas gonna safeword out Cas doesn't like this too bad you can't stop me noowww that I put this idea in your head.

I'm so sorry that it didn't go at all in the direction of the requested prompt. Sometimes my brain just runs away in a completely different direction and I gotta go with it. Enjoy this angsty fluffy safewording cute shit.

Sam smiled as he listened to his partner's even breathing, glancing up at Castiel from where he'd knelt to uncoil his ropes. The angel wore only plain black briefs. Simple and comfortable, distracting as little as possible. Castiel was shifting from foot to foot while stretching to prepare his body for whatever position Sam bound him in.

Since Castiel had lost his grace, he'd been increasingly tense and stressed out, worrying about what he could do to contribute to the hunts and research. He couldn't heal them. He couldn't zap them anywhere. He hated feeling useless, and now he had to deal with human anxiety and food and brushing his teeth and using the toilet. He had knots in his back, and his head ached.

Dean had offered alcohol, which drowned out the noise, but didn't help in the long run. After a while of that, Sam said he had something else that would help ground him, almost like a meditation but more intense. He told Castiel to meet him in one of the empty rooms in the basement. When he walked inside, he saw a large steel frame overhead, and Sam waiting with a pile of rope.

Castiel froze up when Sam advanced on him, but the soft easy smile, and a promise that he wouldn't do anything to hurt him, that he'd stop if Cas didn't like it, made him slowly relax.

Castiel drew in a slow deep breath, hating how half the time he had to remember to do so, but also enjoying how it made his muscles start to relax. He bent forward and back, side to side, stretching first his arms and his legs, and every muscle he could think of, while Sam undid the bundles of rope.

“I'm ready,” he announced, as he turned to Sam, reminding himself to breathe deeply to keep his apprehension at bay. There was nothing to be scared of. Sam had explained everything to him when he arrived.

  “What I'm going to do with this rope, is called shibari, the Japanese art of tying someone up with natural fiber rope. Before it became a sexual practice, it was used to help people. The ropes are traditionally tied at pressure points, but also in an aesthetically pleasing manner, and some people find the tight pressure and power exchange relaxing. Might help you ease some of that tension.”

 Castiel could feel himself relax already, just thinking about it. Of course Sam would come up with a natural alternative. It was why Cas liked him. He seemed to exude logic and calm, always looking for a less alcohol-fueled solution to their problems.

“If you don't like it, I'll cut the ropes off immediately. Promise you'll tell me if you want out?” Sam rested his hands on Castiel's shoulders, gaze direct and firm.

Castiel nodded. “I will. I promise.”

“I'm going to start with a basic chest harness to support your weight, so I can lift you up. Arms behind your back.”

Sam guided his wrists so that his forearms were parallel, and began wrapping the end of the folded rope around them, tying a firm knot. Then he looped the rope around Castiel's chest, tucking the end under the first knot. Castiel closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the hemp ropes rubbing together as they passed eachother. He could feel the fibers brushing over his skin and digging in as Sam pulled the ropes tight.

As the ropes encased his chest and bound his biceps to his chest, he started to tense up again, panic trying to ease its way in. Sam must have noticed his change in expression, because he paused, tucking the rope end in and coming around in front of him. Strong hands caressed his face, cupping his chin.

“Cas, look at me. Do you want me to stop?”

He slowly opened his eyes, blinking in the dim light.

“Breathe, Cas. Are you okay?”

Castiel slowly breathed, trying his best to ignore the tightening of the ropes with each inhale. He looked up at Sam, who regarded him with concern, hands gently smoothing over his face and neck, down to his shoulders. After a moment, he gave a small smile. “I...started to panic, but I'm okay now. Continue.”

“Okay.” Sam nodded, running his hands along Castiel's arms as he circled around behind him again.

As soon as the ropes started to tighten again, Castiel jerked, eyes flying open. “Stop.”

“Hang on, Cas, I'll cut you out,” Sam assured him as he retrieved a set of medical shears, cutting methodically and quickly through the ropes before guiding Castiel carefully down to the floor. He cracked open a water bottle he'd set a few feet away.

Castiel clung to him, fists buried in his plaid overshirt. “I ruined your ropes,” he murmured, face buried against Sam's chest.

Sam wrapped his arms loosely around Castiel, one hand rubbing at his back while the other cradled his head. “No, it's fine. Don't worry about the ropes, Cas. What you need to think about right now is you. It's important that you told me to stop. Your emotional state is much more important than some rope. We'll find something else to help you. Okay?”

Castiel slowly lifted his head, and Sam offered him him the water, which he sipped until he'd started to calm down. “Okay.”

[ohblushes]

I recently had an idea about why Jonny might safeword in TF... I think it's possible that he has a fleeing thought about doing something that he knows Patrick is opposed to. One of those thoughts everybody has that we KNOW we wouldn't actually act on, but that we can't avoid having. So maybe he suddenly pictures himself gagging Patrick and it completely throws him out of the scene? (And then when they talk about it Patrick is all "Well, actually... that thing used to be a no go... but maybe...we could try that. At some point.")

!! this is such a great concept, because it combines jonny safewording with patrick realizing there’s yet another thing he’d enjoy with jonny that he wouldn’t enjoy with anyone else. i still want to come up with a scenario where jonny safewords that isn’t related to patrick’s trauma but i love this and can absolutely see it happening.