3 Works in Fics that made me call Stede-PS
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Stede can even tell, in the logical back of his mind, that the things Ed’s saying are kind. He’s forceful, but he’s being— erotic, and intense, in the same ways they usually are.
But— his choices of words, and the combination with the touch, and the shivering bad feelings, it’s— it’s becoming too much, too fast.
Pretty little rich boy, he says, and Stede can see his father behind his eyelids, and can feel blood splattering across his face, and can sense a hand coming to strike across his cheek. They’re all phantoms, long-gone, physical injuries faded with time. Stede had hoped the injuries inside might have gone with them, but it doesn’t feel like the case, now.
for ofmd kinktober, day 31: safewording and aftercare!!Series
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Stede makes a soft whimper of a sound. He’s struggling to form words, but he doesn’t need to, not really; Ed understands, even without them.
The next strike from his small whip spreads across Stede’s shoulders, right over the thick meat of him, and he jerks in his bounds. His arms yank; the tension in his upper arms, near his shoulders, pulls, and it feels so good that he just keeps pulling at it, wanting more of that exquisite burn.
When he gets struck again, he writhes in his bindings, twisting sharply to one side against the tight wrap about his wrist, and his shoulder gives with a harsh crack-pop, the right socket losing its hold and dislocating from itself, snapping apart.
Stede’s eyes fly open, shooting pains rocketing up through his arm, a cry falling from his lips.
for ofmd kinktober, day 20: BDSM + whips!!
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Time. Goodness, it all takes so much time. And you’ve been diligent in giving them all that time. You’ve got your crew on your side. Mary is happy. The children are happy. You and Ed have steadily built back up the trust and affection you though you had ruined forever. There’s one thing, however, just one thing, that doesn’t seem to improve or magically fix itself, no matter how much time you give it.
And that thing is you.