The SAFEWORD Meme

[liberee_delivree]

Sometimes when we're doing the deed, for one reason or another, we feel more in pain, fearful or just plain uncomfortable than pleasurable. When this happens, we want to be able to stop or slow down as soon as possble, and the most common way to do that is to use a safeword.

"A safeword is a code word or series of code words that are sometimes used in BDSM for a submissive (or "bottom") to unambiguously communicate their physical or emotional state to a dominant (or "top"), typically when approaching, or crossing, a physical, emotional, or moral boundary."

Note: A safeword doesn't have to be used during a BDSM scene. It could be used in the most basic vanilla sex, and the word itself could simply be "stop". Additionally, the scene doesn't have to be sexual at all, but focused on non-sexual BDSM. Regardless of what you chose, a safeword needs to be uttered, and both partners need to deal with the aftereffects of it.

RULES

oo1. comment with your characters
oo2. include preferences
oo3. roll and respond to others!



WARNING: If a character decides to ignore the safeword, they are officially in non-con territory. If you want that as an option to thread, either giving or receiving, list it in your preferences, and be sure to talk with your threading partner about it, too.

Comments

[amant]

[Perhaps later, much later France could entertain the writings of de Sade and put into place a scenario where Austria begged in earnest at France's will. Another coin. Another time. Now, that there's an understanding just how deeply both men appreciated both there wasn't anything really stopping them from exploring the possibilities. Being in Austria's arms, in his care, he knows that for now he is blessedly content laying himself bare (in a literal and figurative sense, France muses). If that made the man beside him Venus, he'd be the one that fell to his knees in adoration and servitude with every beck and call.

He smiles despite the exchange of such sobering thought. Maybe it was simply not the easiest taste to be acquired by their kind. His own memories have faded into tolerable acceptance, but still, it is deeply appreciated that here and now, he's found a lover that cares enough to accept his trust so gracefully. They'd had a moment, and then another until they'd been on equal ground with one another.

But Austria plays along, and the exchange is enough to make his heart skip a beat in delight.] Mm, I can neither confirm or deny that question, darling. [He couldn't help himself, but there's that gleam that comes with contentment, pure and simple. It takes everything in him to not kiss him when Austria pulls him closer to whisper in his ear. He'd not expected to hear Austria speak in his own tongue, but he understands nonetheless. He gets the implications. A hand floats to Austria's chest, though he skirts free of the area he'd previously toyed with.]

Have you seen how I look draped in them?

[German doesn't flow off the tongue as well as flirtatious quips. God he's going to need coffee to recover from all of the sleep he's losing, but in the sense that both men had always had to fight to find distance between themselves while between the sheets, they had a natural give and take in conversation. The finer feelings are new, but this may be easier to slip into.]

Imagine it. A glittering necklace at my throat... [It was leading, and France is chuckling because this exchange is awful. Unapologetic. It's mentally stimulating, and as old as they are it makes France feel young.]

[edle_gestalt]

[There's a small moan, not one of need, but one akin to the sound one makes after they've finished a good meal.] Mmn... god, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm spent... [His ego had truly been stroked too far tonight; using his own name as a vulgar advance... but lord, if the idea of you want to wear me all over you didn't have an incredible allure to it, especially when France feeds right into the image. Draped. Draped!! It would have gotten him going, any other time, if he hadn't already exhausted himself. Still, his hand manages to slip down, resting on France's rear, his thumb stroking him similarly to how he'd caressed his face just moments ago.]

Mm. Not yet, you've never let me adorn you. Your throat, your hand, isn't it true that some like to put gems on their tongues? There are quite a few possibilities, if you want to wear me. [He looks at France intently, though incredibly drowsily, and that hand slaps France where it had just been caressing. And once more, it's an opportunity to move them closer to each other -- he pulls France's hips in to meet his.] Count on it. For now, I think it would be prudent to get some rest, if we want anything out of our day tomorrow. [Anything. God, he'd be up for more, with the way he's feeling now. And even with all the flirtations and innuendo, he still would take him out to buy him jewelry. He did want to spoil him.

He kisses his forehead. It's too soon to exchange any ... certain words, isn't it? The fact that he's considered it at all made him feel like a character in a fairytale, swept away by everything, ready to tell the birds and flowers about it the next day. But no, it was too soon, and it wasn't that he doubted the words, per se, but rather that he revered them. He was a man that fell too easily, but even he knew that those words shouldn't be squandered on the first night.

But he's thinking them, and it shows.] ...Good night, dear.

[amant]

[Was that complimenting the chef? There's a soft murmur of agreement from France at the idea of being spent. He could easily continue the verbal courtship in his sleep, but he's very aware that he wouldn't be able to have another go. He'd had a long day before even meeting Austria at the bar and it feels like years since he's gotten to rest. A brow raises in question at the hand relocating to rest on his backside but the contact was mild enough to not set off any alarms of another assault.]

You just decided to adorn me from the inside out. [He's cut off from his musings by a firm smack, and then another and he squeezes in close until there's nothing but skin in between them. France has always found the contact to be reassuring, and as he's equally as tired he defaults to that. He's helpless. France even likes it when Austria urges him to just shut up and go to bed; admittedly his way of doing it is more promising and makes his mind delicately roll over the possibilities of what a new day would bring.

France sighs at the kiss and may even turn his head a bit to press his lips to Austria's. It's not leading, and he keeps it short and sweet, but when his head meets the pillow there's satisfaction that he's not felt in a minute. He isn't blind to the way there's a lingering intent between the kiss and Austria telling him goodnight, but part of him is glad that at this time, where so much had changed, that they didn't have to exchange other words as well. Even for France, who loves love, it would be too soon. When push came to shove, France preferred to show the intent of his feelings rather than just brazenly screaming it for all to hear. Still, he would not have turned it away, even in the aftermath where they've slipped into a quiet contentment. His voice is barely past a whisper when he returns the sentiment.

Austria was there. Of course it would be a good night. Maybe that was enough.]