#Safe Word

[classysushi]

[insane-mother]

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

stay the fuck away from me tf🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

[nevver]

F is for feelings, Maxime Ballesteros

[lovelylinnn]

steve uses the non-verbal safeword.

CW: slight NSFW, panic/anxiety attack, harmful stims (scratching self)

“tap three times on me if you ever can’t speak and wanna stop, okay?”

yes, steve had remembered those words. all throughout the times they had sex, he remembered those words. but it didn’t make them any less scary.

the thought of ever needing to stop in the middle of a scene made his palms sweat. of course he and eddie trusted each other; knew that if the other was in trouble and needed to stop, they’d completely understand. no judging whatsoever.

but still… absolutely needing to stop and move on made him so anxious. deep down he didn’t want to be a disappointment. he didn’t want eddie upset.

“baby, what’s your color?” eddie murmured to him, rubbing his shoulders and slowing his rhythm. steve did not reply, shakily breathing into the pillow and tearing up.

“steve, color?” he asked, louder, and more firm. yet he could not bring himself to talk. his mind went to the other times in previous relationships, where he felt like this exactly, and they didn’t even think to check in. and he couldn’t bring himself to stop them.

he could feel eddie shift, basically ready to pull out, before he asked again, “steven.”

oh. his full name. eddie only used it when he was deadly serious. this seemed to snap him out of his haze, and he shakily reached behind him and found somewhere on his body to tap.

one. two. three soft and hesitant taps, just like eddie told him to do months ago.

“red,” eddie mumbled to himself, worried, and pulling out immediately. he flipped steve over, pulling him close and cupping his tear-stained cheeks.

“what’s wrong? what can i do?” he asked softly, searching his eyes.

“i- i don’t know,” he choked out, a heavy sob leaving his lips before gulping down air he felt like was leaving his body too fast.

“that’s okay, just breathe. breathe, steve, okay? c’mere,” he pulled him into his lap, his head in his neck as he continued to cry. eddie ran his fingers through his hair, and steve clutched onto him tight.

“deep and slow breaths,” he told him, and steve was doing the opposite. breathing way too fast and inhaling far too much, to the point his chest and stomach hurt and he began to feel dizzy.

“steven, listen to me,” there it was again, the full name, which brought him somewhat back to his senses, “deep, slow breaths. do it with me.”

and he tried. he breathed with eddie, taking in some air and blowing it out too fast before inhaling sharply again; coughing and sobbing.

“there, that’s it. it’s okay baby, just try again.”

steve only wanted to cry more. of course eddie was congratulating him even after he didn’t even do it.

“again,” he told him, beginning to inhale slowly, holding it, and exhaling slowly. steve followed, better this time, but still failing.

“i- i can’t,” he choked out.

“yes you can, do it with me,” he said, inhaling and exhaling again. steve followed, his hand going to his forearm, clawing to try and ground himself more.

“no,” eddie caught his arm, pulling it away and bringing it up to his chest, “do you remember what your therapist said?”

“he said,” he paused, his breath catching in his throat as he cried, “to find a different way to ground myself.”

“correct. now, just feel my heart. i’m right here, steve. i’m not leaving. try and match your heartbeat to mine,”

steve kept his hand flat against eddie’s chest, then did the same for himself. he could feel how fast his heart was going versus eddie’s, and it made him uncomfortable.

the other rubbed his back, and kept one hand running through his hair, breathing slow and deep and watched as steve tried to do the same.

“good job,” he praised, kissing his cheek. the pair’s breathing pattern was now the same, and steve was no longer crying. steve nodded as thanks, crawling off eddie’s lap and under the blankets, curling up. eddie stood to put his underwear and sweats back on, only to sit back down on the bed and run his fingers through steve’s hair again.

“do you want to talk about it?”

steve sighed shakily and shrugged, wiping his red cheeks.

“just started thinking,” he mumbled.

“about?”

“things in previous relationships. and then i started feeling like i was crawling in my own skin, and i started to panic,”

“what about your previous relationships?” he questioned, only curiously, with no mean intent.

steve let out a quick exhale before sitting up, “how i could never really say no, i guess? i know it doesn’t matter now. i trust you. and i started feeling overwhelmed in the first place, so i started thinking about the safe word, and how you told me to say ‘red’ or tap you three times. but it just made me anxious. i knew i needed to stop but i didn’t want to upset you in the process,”

“you could never upset me over something like that, steve, okay? that’s the point of the taps and the system we have. you know your limits, and in case they’re ever pushed, you do or say so. i’m so proud of you for using it,”

eddie pulled steve in for a hug, rubbing his back softly. steve’s heart kind of broke. here he was, in his boyfriend’s arms starting to cry again because he said he was proud of him. proud of him for something as simple as saying no, and stop. something he never thought he could do; something he was taught was wrong, and his boyfriend was praising him for it.

“i’m proud of you,” he repeated, to which steve only cried harder, nodding in his shoulder as thanks and sniffling.

he pulled back, laying down and wiping his face again.

“i’m gonna go bring you some water and some easy food to eat, okay? just stay there,” he smiled, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

steve smiled softly, getting comfortable under the warm blankets and inhaling the familiar scent of gain and eddie’s cheap cologne.

and he thanked the universe for a boyfriend that was actually a decent human being.

[lynnielovestlou]

tlou girls if you used your safe word

nsfw!! masterlist

˚➷｡˚ Dina: "strawberry"

She would absolutely get off of you and back the fuck up. She would gasp, unsure what to do at first until she slowly crouched by you on the floor. She wouldn't know what to say, so she would get you a few tissues, drying up your wet cheeks and peppering soft kisses all around your face.

She would make sure it's okay to touch you before gently cleaning you up with a wet rag. She would even put your clothes in the dryer to warm them up for you so you're extra comfy and then would put on your comfort movie while you guys cuddled :(

Dina is so mama I feel like she would be the best at taking care of you if you were to say the safe word.

˚➷｡˚ Abby: "honey"

Abby would literally freeze up, not knowing wtf to do. Her strap would be deep inside you still, but her movements would stop after you mutter the safe word. She wouldn't move until you told her to pull out, which she slowly does so she doesn't hurt you.

After that, she would pull the blanket up over you, thinking that being covered up would help you a little bit. Then she'll talk to you to keep you calm and comfort you.

I feel like her love language is giving, specifically food, so she'll make you a little snack that's easy on your stomach with a cup of juice or something. She won't leave your side at all (unless you asked her to.)

She would run you a bath or a shower and would sit with you so you're not alone and just talk to you the whole time, making sure you're okay.

I've made this hc before, but Abby would also pamper you with a massage, kneading your tummy or wherever you asked her to.

˚➷｡˚ Ellie: "goose"

When you mutter the word she would get off of you immediately (duh). She would kinda back away, her usual sarcastic and silly personality completely gone. She'd fumble with her fingers, silently cursing herself for hurting you or doing something wrong.

She wouldn't know what to do. Out of fear of making you uncomfortable, she would fetch all of the things to clean you up and tell you that she'd be happy to help, but she would respect your space if you wanted to do it yourself.

She would be so awkward after the fact she would bring a few board games to the bed and ask if you wanted to play with her. Which usually resulted in the two of you playing monopoly until you both fell asleep on each other.

[babyotterboy]

mini kink conversation: (10.5) Safe Words:

these are NOT acceptable:

-stop

-no

-don’t

i feel it is somewhat self explanatory but especially in a CNC scene, you need a safe word that is not a typical word you’d hear. but ALL irl scenes especially (and online!) should have a safe word set up. if you’re doing any form of breath play, gagging, anything where the mouth will be covered or talking not possible, a nonverbal cue should also be in place.

the way a lot of people do it:

red - stop, do not continue at all. scene done.

yellow - unsure, uncomfortable, needs to slow down, needs a break. talk it out before continuing

green - when in a scene where something comes up that you may not have discussed beforehand (things slip your mind, it happens), if it is not a soft/hard limit for your partner - doing a quick “safe?” or something of the same tone to check in! if it’s not obviously red/yellow would be options, but if it is an easy “green” and continuing on makes you know both you and your partner are comfortable.

subs and doms both should have clear, understandable safe words/actions to stop a scene.

(please i’m gonna throw up if i see another “hehe my safe word is ‘!stop!’”)

[kittysarchive]

Safe word, Jake

Hand gripping your throat, Jake didn't stop pounding your sore pussy.

"Such a slut" Jake teases, seeing how in fact, you did look slutty below him, Sweaty, naked, drooling and whining.

"Want more huh?" His hips speed up, slamming deeper into you. Seeing stars, his head prodded at your walls, forcing a wave of nausea over you.

"P-" You couldn't form the words. The energy was drained from your, tears poking out of your closed eyelids, Jake laughed above you.

"You crying? You can't take it?" Hands gripping his, you tried to unlatch his hands from your throat. Fuck, you couldn't breath. Your throat hurt, your pussy hurt, your lungs hurt....pain was overtaking your pleasure.

"pineapple" You rasp out the safe word. With Jakes comments, squelching, bodies rubbing together, mattress squeaking, you panting for air. Your cries were unheard.

"Pineapple" You say louder, Jake quickly pulls out. Taking his hand off your throat as well. Feeling you throat become free, you cough and splutter as more tears fall.

"T-to much" You cry out. Jake quickly wipes his sweat, he went to far.

"Are you okay baby I-I'm sorry" His hands hover over your body, what could he do? Did you want a hug? Did you want space? What could Jake do to help you?

"It was to much....I couldn't breath" You confess, tears coming to an end as your voice stops its raspiness. Jake nods his head sadly.

"I.....I'm sorry....." Jakes at a loss for words. You had never said the safeword beofre....But it was there for a reason.

[lord-of-geeks-and-subs]

Reminder: using your safe-word is not a bad thing! Always use your safe-word. Even in doubt. Better to be safe than sorry!

[scarletevening]

red [ keegan p. russ ]

i want him to rub my scalp and kiss my forehead while we bathe together. did not beta read [never do] :p cw: suggestive, angst+comfort, fluff, safeword, overstimulation, crying, fem! reader, aftercare.

His hips slammed relentlessly into yours, a bruising pace lighting small fires to your poor skin, leaving it flushed and sore. you whined and whimpering into his shoulder, your back squeezed against the drywall of your living room, Keegan's chest pressing against your perky nipples. Your thighs trembled as they limply wrapped around his waist. It was sticky, it was wet, it was messy, it was too much. Your head spun from how much he pulled from you, how far he pushed himself while moaning your name. You pant, barely enough time between the moments his lips are pressed to your to whisper, "Red!" Exasperated and weak, your body limp in his arm, trembling hands clinging to his uniform jacket, your eyes stared up at his, blown wide in emotion. His were as well, his rough hands loosening their vicious grip. Yours, so desperate and fearful, it made Keegans heart ache, his eyes filled with surprise, fear he hurt you, fear he hurt the wife he fought everyday to come home to, fear. You murmured his name, your lips trembling as the words escaped, something he quickly shushed you for, "Do not. Do not apologize." His breath was caught in his throat, struggling to make up the air he lost. Keegan held you close, keeping your weak legs wrapped around his waist. You shivered in his arms, his large hands splayed across your back as he presses you against him, cooing in your ear softly. Keegan lets you down onto your legs, still to wobbly to hold yourself up as you lean into his figure. Dried tears stain your cheeks as you nuzzle into him, free hand moving to gentle rub the flush fat of your cheeks. He was so gentle, his voice so quiet as if speaking normally would scare you, almost as though you were a wounded animal, "I'm so sorry, sweetie, so fuckin' sorry." His voice echoed with sincere pain, his gray eyes swirling with worry. You hum weakly, throat aching as you croaked, "S' too much..." His heart swells, his eyes softening as he gently separates his body from yours. he coos, softly pushing hair from your face. Keegan holds you close, his ears hones in on the sounds of your shallow breathing, heart thumbing so hard he could feel it as he pressed his fingertips into your soft flesh. "I'm sorry," He rubbed your teary cheeks, the sight of your eyes flooded with suffering making him angry, angry at himself, "Thank you, thank you for being honest." Keegan whispers, as though he hasn't said that too many times to count in the past, "I'm so sorry." He holds your head in both his hands, murmuring apology after apology into the crown of your skull. He lets you weep into his shoulder, your trembling hands clawing at his skin as you babble. He coos, letting your aching body release its tension in his arms, his racing heart taking no break until the tears in your eyes come to a stop. Rubbing your cheeks, Keegan presses his forehead to yours, then his nose, then his lips in a gentle kiss. You couldn't help it but giggle as his stubble rubbed against your face, his lips still muttering praise as if he's trying to imprint it onto your skin. Your hands cupping Keegan's face as your puffy eyes fill up with gratitude, "Thank you for keeping me safe." He smiles, chuckling as you add on, "now, bathe me." "Of course, your majesty."

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crying and sobbing on the floor.

directory

[tiredmamaissy]

ok but what would neteyam or loak do if u guys r at it really rough and you say your guys safeword? i’m a fluff girl at heart😭

neteyam's heart would cave in, shame and guilt consuming him to the point where he'd probably shed a few tears for making you say your safe word. his aim is to never ever hear the word fall from your lips - to never ever hurt you or make you feel unsafe in any way. he'd stop immediately, pulling out of you gently and back away to create a great deal of space between the two of you. he'd have his elbows propped up on his knees, hiding his face in his hands while he reflects on his actions with a heavy, broken heart. you'd have to be the one to reassure him, even though you just muttered the word. and once you've reminded him that he's not the monster he's making himself to be, he'll scoop you up in his arms and take care of your every need - cleaning you gently and making sure you're hydrated and fed, all while apologizing profusely. once he actually accepts the fact that you're okay and you're not upset with him, he'll allow himself to pepper your body with soft, gentle kisses, hoping it'll take the ache away. it'd probably take a long time for him to touch you in that way again, afraid to have such an event repeat itself.

"oh eywa. i'm sorry, my love. really. please, please forgive me. are you okay? where does it hurt? oh, i'm so, so sorry. tell me where it hurts... tell me what i need to do to make it better, i'll do anything. i'm so sorry."

[short-honey-badger]

Phantom Pain Part 7

At the Helm

Got another one out! Hope you enjoy it!

Masterlist

@writingmysanity @kenkenmaaa @foggyturtleknightangel @browneyedhufflepuff

Warnings! Some light petty and nipple play. The reader is inexperienced.

Shanks takes you straight to his cabin when the two of you return to the Red Force. He gives you a shirt and some loose pants to change into and you happily take his offer of using his bathroom first. You come back out to find that Shanks has changed as well, into some pants and little else. You gulp at his lack of dress but crawl into the big bed anyway. You aren't inside the captain's rooms often, since the man is usually the one to come find you in your own room, but you can't deny that Shanks' space is already more comfortable than your own. 

The Captain watches you, eyes half-lidded and intense as you sit next to his spread-out form on the bed. He has wanted you here since the night he met you, and as much as he would love to show you just how much you affect him, how much you make him long to be close. This is about you, not him and his dark desires. He opens his arm for you and you shyly tuck yourself against his chest and he wraps his arm around you, caloused hand playing with the waistband of your pants. 

"Comfy?" Shanks asks as he curls his arm tighter around you. You nod and snuggle into his side, blush on your cheeks when you feel his lips pull up into a smile with how he has his face pressed so close to yours, "That's good, Seastar. That's the most important thing here."

You swallow thickly and frown a bit. While you appreciate his efforts, you don't want this to be so one-sided. You wanted to be pushed, to be introduced to new things. You don't want him to think that you can't handle what he wants from you, even if the bits you have seen of his desire still scare you a little. But you couldn't avoid it forever, and you didn't want to anymore either.

"Can we try something?" You ask him quietly and shift so that you can see his face. Shanks is a very expressive man, and you've come to enjoy watching your soulmate. You see him swallow and your eyes track the movement of his throat. 

"Whatcha thinking, Sweetheart?" he murmurs and you shiver when the pads of his fingers graze your sensitive flesh. You watch his pupils dilate when you suck in a sharp breath as he begins to draw small circles along your skin. 

"I want you to touch me," You blurt out and Shanks breaths sharply through his nose at your admission, "I know you don't want to make me uncomfortable, and I appreciate that, but I don't want to be fumbling around anymore. I want to know what it feels like for you to touch me." 

"Fuck," Shanks rumbles and his hand tightens on your hip. The touch is possessive, harsher than how he usually would handle you as if you've woken a monster that will be hard-pressed to go back to sleep. Shanks rolls the two of you and your back is pushed into the fluffy pillows. He hovers over you, breath heavy as he fights to control the impulse to take, take, take. 

"Gimmie a safe word, _," Shanks demands, and gods, the way he says your name has you whining like a bitch in heat. Shanks leans in, lips pressing to your throat before he opens his mouth to lave his tongue along your flesh. He groans in happiness, finally able to taste you even in the simplest ways. He shifts to rest on his knees and then grabs the edge of your shirt and rucks it up to expose your stomach. He leans down to kiss your belly, grinning when he feels you shiver, "Quick, Baby, times ticking."

"Ahh, Saki," You decide when your eyes land on the innocent bottle resting on the end table. The Yonko snickers at your choice of word, but he has his safe word now and commits it to memory. 

"I'll stop as soon as I hear you say it, Sweetheart, You're at the helm here," Shanks rumbles and peeks up through his bangs to watch you. He needs you to agree before he does anything, but you are already nodding before he can even finish his sentence. He grins, hand staking up to hold the curve of your jaw, "Good girl," he praises and you flush even more.

Shit. You did not think that something like that would affect you so much. You squirm under Shanks, shivering when he leans down to continue to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach. The pirate leaves nothing untouched, and you feel that unfamiliar heat build in your gut. He moves up, breathe tickling your ribs, and making a whine build low in your throat. No one has ever touched you like this before.

"Sit up for me, Baby," Shanks instructs and you do so in a daze. Your soulmate bunches his oversized shirt up and goes to lift it over your head. Nerves shoot through you at the action, and you realize that this will be the first time Shanks will have seen you bare, and fuck. What if he doesn't like what he sees?

You don't want to disappoint him though, so you carefully sit up, and then Shanks is tugging your shirt off and flinging it away before you can even think about protesting. The cool air of the cabin has you shivering and raising your arms instinctively to cover yourself, but Shanks is there, gently pushing you back into the bed and looming over you. The look on his face has you biting your lip and looking away.

The Yonko looks hungry for you. His dark eyes shine black in the low light as he gazes down at you. It is then that your soulmate decides to let the walls holding back his desire for you fall, and you can't even begin to describe the feeling of it. His want sweeps through your body like a raging fire, leaving you squirming against the blankets and shyly reaching for the redhead. 

"Shanks, please," you whisper and your voice seems to have set him off. 

The Captain crashes into you, lips melding against yours as if they were made to be there, which they were. He balances on his knees and allows his hand to roam freely. He gently strokes your jaw, fingers trailing down your throat and then to your chest where he gently cradles your breast in his caloused hand. You sigh into the kiss, and he breaks the lip lock to grin down at you. 

"So proud of you, Seastar. Letting me touch you like this," Shanks coos and emphasizes his words by applying more pressure in his embrace, and the touch has you biting your lip. The sounds you were making were just so embarrassing. 

Shanks chuckles at seeing you hold in the lovely sounds he had you making. He wants to watch you break, shatter into millions of pieces under him as he shows you just what kind of ecstasy he can deliver. He dances his fingers up, grinning smugly when the pad of his thumb grazes over your nipple and you buck under him at the unexpected zing of pleasure. 

"Did you like that, Sweetheart?" Shanks asks and you know by the tone of his voice that he expects an answer out of you. You crack your eyes open, and hell when had you even shut them, to lock eyes with your soul mate. You twitch when he thumbs your nipple again and narrows your eyes in a glare at his smug little face.

"I liked it," you say quietly, but thankfully, that was enough for the Captain for he grinned, and you were rewarded with a sweet peck on the lips. 

"Good. That's what I like to hear," Shanks says and then he bends, lips meeting the sensitive flesh of your throat so that he can mark you just like how he has been dreaming of doing since he found you in that shitty tavern on that forgettable island. He closes his thumb and forefinger around your abused bud, pinching it gently and then rolling it between his fingers. You hiss at the feeling, hips jerking up to meet his for a half second. 

Shanks doesn't stop until he has left more than a few dark marks against your skin, and he grins in satisfaction upon seeing them. Sure, no one on the crew would dare even think about touching you, but anyone else on the island would definitely think twice about approaching you. No one ever denied that Shanks was a selfish, possessive bastard. You were gonna be pissed later when you saw them.

Well, there was still plenty of skin that he wanted to cover. 

Down he went, leaving behind hot open-mouth kisses to your chest until he reached your unoccupied breast, and proceeded to lull his tongue out and scrape it over your nipple. You whine for him, so Shanks does it again, swirling the tip of his tongue against the nub before wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly. His teeth join the fray, nipping lightly and he grunts when you slide one of your hands into his shaggy hair. You grip the red stands tight, nails scraping against his scalp and making him sigh.

Shanks releases your nipple, rising and kissing his way across the valley of your breasts and then sucking your other nub into his mouth. You wiggle below him, shoving your chest up, and seeking more of the heady rapture that your soul mate happily gave to you. You could feel it over the bond, and it enhanced everything between you and the Yonko.    

The connection between the two of you flows freely. Open like the crashing ocean that Shanks and his soulmate have made their home. You feel at ease, safe between Shanks and his bed. He begins to ease up when he feels you start to relax back into the plush sheets and cozy pillows. He releases your nipple, leaving the abused flesh with a parting kiss. The Captain shifts to the side and pulls the blanket up to your chin, tucking you to his chest and snuggling close. 

"Shanks?" You ask, eyes half open as you stare up at him. There is a soft look on his face, one that you have seen a lot more often nowadays. Your sluggish mind melts further and you smile as you snuggle into his side. 

"You're exhausted, Sweetheart," He soothes you with a kiss on the brow and pulls the blankets closer to the two of you. They would go no further tonight, but Shanks was satisfied in knowing that you were far more open to his affections, "Go to sleep, I've got you." 

You mumble some type of answer and drift off easily. Shanks isn't far behind his best girl, and he presses his lips to your brow one last time before he shuts his eyes. He'd need to be up early to face your wrath after all.        

[brienneoftarth1989]

Attention NSFW

Lucifer x fem reader

Summary: It’s been a long lifetime in Hell and all you wanted was Lucifer’s attention which they were not giving you until they had finally had enough and put you in your place.

Warnings: strap on, attention denial, masturbation, overstimulation, use of safe word, punishment, humiliation kink, dom/sub kink, aftercare

Requests open

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Being in a relationship with Lucifer definitely had its perks but when they were busy and you wanted their attention it was hard. You and Lucifer have been together for almost two years now and everyone knows not to mess with you. If they messed with you then they were messing with Lucifer, so unless they had a death wish most people left you alone.

Recently after their encounter with Morpheus they have been planning something big which meant they were always busy with their minions planning for this big event. It was so top secret not even you really knew what was going on. It didn’t bother you to begin with. You were never really that interested in getting revenge on the living world. As long as you were with Lucifer that was all that mattered.

Unfortunately Lucifer spent more and more and more time focusing on their project and barely any time with you. Before you quite easily found things to do. You would hang out with your friends, have movie days with yourself, go for walks and torment the occupants of Hell knowing they couldn’t do shit to you.

But after a while it all became very repetitive. Unlike you, your friends had important things to do with their partners which meant you couldn’t hang out as often as you had been. Movie days ended up turning into watching a couple of movies before either getting bored or falling asleep. On the days you did actually want to have a good movie day you could never seem to find any good films to watch anymore.

You still try to go on walks but you have walked most of the trails now. Before you could go on walks that meant you were gone for at least a couple of hours. Now you would be lucky if you managed to walk half an hour away. It was like you had lost the motivation to do anything now. All you really wanted was Lucifer’s attention and you would be lucky if they gave you 5 minutes of their time now considering they were so busy.

It was currently 8:00 in the morning and the red glow of Hell finally hit your face, stirring you from your slumber. You rolled over placing your arm out to cuddle up to Lucifer however you were met by a cold empty space. Having your arm not wrapping around Lucifer’s body caused you to immediately wake up properly.

You sat up looking around the room hoping Lucifer was just getting ready and that they hadn’t left already without saying goodbye. They always said goodbye to you even when you were asleep. Sometimes they left a note but you looked at the nightstand and there was no note today. You looked around on the floor as well and there was nothing.

Then it hit you. Maybe they were still here. You quickly got out of bed and headed to the living room. Nope they weren't there. You then went to the kitchen. Maybe they were making themselves breakfast. As you walked into the kitchen you could smell cooked food which meant they had not long been in here. Your heart sank a little though when you saw the dirty plate though.

Ok don’t worry they could still be here. Two more places to check. You then went to their home office. Maybe they were doing some last minute prep work. You knocked on the door and waited for a response. You were greeted by silence. You turned the door handle and slowly pushed the door open. “Luci are you in here?” you called out. Silence. You pushed the door open and were greeted by the empty office.

You quickly shut the door and headed to the bathroom. You opened the door half expecting them to be there but once again nothing. You sunk down on the bathroom floor curling up into a tight ball. How could they do this to you? They always said goodbye. Why are they suddenly losing interest in you?

You sobbed as reality hit you like a ton of bricks. It was because of this stupid project they have been working on. They have spent these last months spending all their time on that stupid project that they forgot who else needed their attention. Then a devilish idea came to your head. You were in Hell for this kind of behaviour anyway.

If Lucifer wasn’t going to give you the attention you deserve then you were going to make sure that you got their attention. Before you would know you would have Lucifer right where you wanted them. In order for this to work you needed a little plan. First you needed to find where Lucifer was. There would be a number of places they could be so to save you searching later you thought to get it done first.

You quickly threw some clothes on before leaving the penthouse to go and find Lucifer. You first checked the Throne Room. You had a good look around and there was no sign of Lucifer. You then went to check the room that was best known as the Council of War. Lucifer was normally always in here especially since they have been working on this project of theirs.

Only people with their unique fingerprints can enter so you had to knock on the door and hope that someone answered. After a couple of knocks and waiting for a few extra minutes you took it as a sign that no one was in there because normally someone would have answered by now. Therefore you continued on your journey to find your partner. You then made your way to their main office praying that they would be in there.

If they weren’t in there then you really didn’t know where they would be considering they are normally in one of these three places. You knocked on the door not wanting to just barge in. You waited a couple of seconds before you heard their voice. “Come in” they called out. You got excited because you had finally found them.

You opened the door and made your way into their office. “Hey baby! How come you didn’t say goodbye to me this morning” you asked with sweet intentions. “Seriously y/n! I’ve got more important things to be doing today. I really don't have time for this!” they snapped back at you. It took you by surprise slightly as you weren't expecting it.

“I’m sorry Luci, I was just wondering when you and I could spend some time together. I haven’t really got to spend time with you since the project started” you sighed feeling slightly defeated. “I’m sorry y/n but this is really important and needs my full attention. You will have to wait until I’m finished with this” they said, not looking up from their desk.

“That could be months Luci, I need attention too you know” you screamed before turning around and storming out. With the plan now set out you headed back to your room to get ready. You changed from what you were wearing into the black leather lingerie that you knew Lucifer loved. There was no way they could turn you away this time. You grabbed a silk robe to cover at least some of your body before heading back down to Lucifer’s office. You once again knocked on the door to which Lucifer responded by telling you to come in.

You slowly walked into the office losing the robe as you stepped in. “Are you sure you don’t want to spend some time with me baby” you practically moaned as you strided over to their desk. “Seriously y/n you’re just making yourself look like a fool. I told you I don’t have time for this today!” they shouted at you.

You wanted to just curl up into a ball and cry but you weren’t going to give them this satisfaction. “Seriously Luci? Why won’t you touch me? Why won’t you give me the slightest piece of attention” you screamed before once again storming. That was it if this wasn’t going to work then you really needed to up your game.

You stormed back to your room once again this time stripping from all of your clothing. You then grabbed one of the dildo’s with the harness that Lucifer liked to use on you. If they weren’t going to touch you then you were just going to have to do it yourself. You once again made your way back to their office not caring that anyone walking the hallways would see you butt naked.

This time you didn’t knock, you just barged right into the office but you were greeted by an empty office. You couldn’t be bothered to go and find them again. You would just wait until they returned as they would have to come back at some point. You sat down on one of the sofas that were in their office and made yourself comfortable.

You slowly let your hand wander your body pretending it was their hands on you. This felt kind of sad. You really wanted their touch and instead you were pretending that your hands were theirs. You let your hands travel down to your breasts where you switched between playing with your nipples and massaging your breasts.

As you let one hand stay on your breasts you let the other start making its way to your aching cunt. You let your fingers start to play with your throbbing clit. You let out a small whimper as you felt your fingers connect with your clit. You started to rub circles over and over slowly bringing yourself closer to the edge.

You closed your eyes pretending that it was Lucifer’s fingers working their magic on your body. As your mind pictured these images you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm quicker and quicker. You let out a deep moan as your orgasm took over your body, feeling yourself shake slightly from the intensity.

You slowly opened your eyes and looked around. Still no Lucifer but you could hear them coming closer and closer to their office. Believe it or not their voice travels and you could always hear them from a mile away. Another idea sparked in your mind. You quickly grabbed the dildo and made your way to their desk.

You perched yourself on the edge of the desk with your legs spread facing the door. Lucifer sure was going to have a surprise coming for them when they opened that door. You quickly placed the dildo in your mouth covering it in your saliva. You then lined it up with your pussy slowly pushing the length deep inside. You let yourself quickly adjust to the size before starting to slowly fuck yourself.

You could practically hear Lucifer standing outside of their office door. You just hoped that whoever they were talking to also wasn’t coming in otherwise they would be getting a bit of a surprise. Not that you really cared though. At this point you were just trying anything to rile Lucifer up.

You continued to look at the door as you continued to push the toy in and out of yourself. You then saw the handle start to move. You slowly close your eyes letting the pleasure start to overtake your body at the thought of being caught by them.

“Y/n! What are you doing?” you heard them scream as they slammed the door and locked it behind them. You opened your eyes and you could see the anger take over their body. You didn’t stop though! You continued to fuck yourself as you felt your orgasm start to take over. “Fuck! I’m cumming!” you screamed as your body shook once again.

“You better not be” Lucifer growled as they stormed over to you but it was too late you pulled the toy from out of yourself before placing it in your mouth to suck off all the cum. “I told you I needed your attention” you smirked knowing that you were in for it.

Lucifer snatched the toy from out of your hand before attaching the harness on themselves over their clothes. “You want to be fucked? I will make sure I fuck you so hard that you will be begging me to stop and trust me you won’t be able to walk once I’m done with you” they moaned in your ear before flipping you around so you were now facing the opposite way and on your hands and knees.

They lined the cock up with your pussy before thrusting deep inside you. They didn’t let you adjust to the size and as they pounded into you. “You like it when daddy doesn’t give you attention because you love being a slut for daddy don’t you!” they moaned out before giving your bare arse a slap.

“Fuck! Yes daddy! I love being a slut for you” you whimpered. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as they continued to destroy your pussy. You came once, then twice and before you knew it you were on your third orgasm since Lucifer started fucking you and they showed no sign of stopping.

Your pussy was drenched and you could feel your cum dripping down your legs and onto the desk. They continued to fuck you before slowly bringing their hand around you waist and started to play with your clit. You came instantly as soon as their fingers came in contact with your throbbing clit.

They continued to torture you before you were begging them to stop. “Please Lucifer, I can't take it anymore!” you screamed but they continued to fuck you senselessly. “RED!” you screamed to which they quickly came to a stop. It wasn’t very often you used the safe word but it was becoming very overwhelming for your body and you didn’t know if your body could handle another orgasm.

“It’s ok darling! Daddy has you. Let’s go back to our room and get you cleaned up” they whispered before picking you up bridal style and taking you to the shared bedroom. They instantly cleaned you up before placing you in bed. “Have a little sleep darling, I need to finish some paperwork and I will be back to spend the rest of the day with you” they said smiling as they tucked you into bed.

And that is just what they did. When you awoke a couple hours later Lucifer was laying next to you with your favourite film about to start and a range of snacks for the two of you to munch on.

[rayd3nnn]

Hello! (If your ok and comfortable with this)

Could you write something angsty with like phantom and one of the ghouls of your choice doing the deed and like they are degrading him and he gets in his head and thinks it's real and is no longer enjoying himself but doesn't want to Safeword because he's scared of angering/disappointing the other? But they eventually find out? Maybe some comfort at the end? It can be any ghoul, but I would probably recommend either dew or Swiss. :)

Abso-fucking-lutely. Thank you so, so, so, so much for your ask! @madilizon

Trigger warnings: smut (not the entire fic.), angst, usage of safeword (later on), comfort, degradation, slight choking, please let me know if I missed any!

Characters: Dewdrop, Phantom, mentions of Swiss (one or two)

Pairing: Dewdrop/Phantom.

Below the cut if you will <3

Purple.

Loud moans and grunts could be heard from within Dewdrop’s bedroom. Phantom lying on his stomach, doggy style with his face shoved into the pillows as Dewdrop rails into his ass mercilessly. Tears of pleasure streamed down Phantom’s beautiful face as he gripped onto the sheets and his claws dug holes into them accidentally. “Fuck!” Phantom yelped as Dewdrop’s hand made harsh impact on his ass. “You like that? Hm?” Dewdrop asked, in a teasing voice as his hand wrapped around Phantoms neck, pulling his head upwards so his moans and cries could be heard louder.

“Yea that’s it, let them hear you. Let them hear you moan for me like the whore you are.” Dewdrop grunted as his thrusts grew more intense, his hand going to grip onto Phantom’s hair and tug on it, lifting his head even further up as he applies slight pressure to his neck, not enough to hurt him. But just enough to cause slight pressure to his throat. “Yea, take it, take it like the slut you are. Swiss was right about you and your pretty little hole.” Dew said as he landed yet another harsh slap to Phantoms ass, Phantom yelped in pleasure, he loved being degraded during intercourse. Except his loud moans and cries suddenly turned into silent grunts and small breathy moans as thoughts had started to swirl around in his mind.

“Did you hear him? They all talk about how much of a whore you are.”

“Disgusting. Letting anyone rail you like that?”

“Not even Swiss is that bad…yikes.”

“Your just a sex toy for them. A whore, slut.”

Phantoms thoughts got to him as his tears were no longer tears of pleasure, but tears of sadness and overwhelmed emotions. He wasn’t enjoying himself anymore like he was merely moments ago. His hard dick turned soft, rubbing against the mattress. He wanted to call the safeword, stop the scene and just take a breath, calm himself down and talk to Dew about toning down the degradation just a little bit. But he didn’t wanna upset Dew, didn’t wanna mess up what they had and make him hate him again. So he stayed silent, letting Dew enjoy himself. He laid there as his thoughts swirled, tears still streaming down his face before he felt Dewdrops thrusts slow down and come to a sudden and abrupt stop. He felt a rough hand softly caress the arch in his back, and a tap to his cheek. “Hey, hey bat. Are you okay?” He heard Dew ask, his ears flicking as he looked up. Phantom looked at Dew and noticed the genuine concern in his usually mad face.

“Phantom, do you need to stop? Did you forget the safeword?” Dewdrop asked, softly caressing the Quintessence Ghoul’s back.

“…purple” Phantom said softly, sniffling. Dew heard clearly and immediately pulled out of Phantom. “Bug, what happened did I hurt you?” He asked as he put his pants and boxers back on, his tail wrapping around his leg as he sat on the bed. Phantom shook his head. “N-no I just…my thoughts got to me when you were- degrading me and I just…I don’t know.” Phantom tried to explain, Dewdrop understanding. There were times even Dew felt the degradation was too much for him during sex. “Hey, no no it’s okay bug, I understand. There are times when Swiss degrades me and it gets too much.” He starts, before asking. “Do you want help putting your clothes back on bat?”. Phantom nodded his head softly before muttering a small “..please?” Dew nodded and grabbed Phantoms pants and boxers, softly putting them on him and sitting back down.

“Do you want cuddles?” He asked, looking down at the Quintessence Ghoul. Phantom could only muster up a quick nod, Dew immediately laid down and wrapped the slightly taller ghoul into his arms, radiating small heat waves as a comforting touch. “Can you promise me something bug?” He asked. Phantom let out a chirp in response. “I need you to call the safeword if anyone makes you uncomfortable or if anything gets too much during sex. No matter who it is okay?” Dew said as he played with Phantoms hair, phantoms tail wrapping around Dew’s thigh and tail. He nodded. “Okay…” he said sleepily.

“Tired Quint?” He asked. Phantom nodded in response. “It’s alright, go to sleep. We can talk about this more tomorrow, alright?” Dew said, Phantom once more, slightly nodding in response before his breathing relaxed. Indicating he’d fallen asleep. “Goodnight Bug..” Dew whispered, kissing his forehead before falling asleep himself.