#its all so embarrassing. why did i do all of that you know

[hard-core-super-star]

ruin my sleep [L.Calderu]

pairing: top!lilia calderu x bottom!reader

summary: after beating around the bush for far too long, you ask lilia to show you the darker side of her desires.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT -> bondage; impact play; SO many petnames; mommmy kink galore; praise + degradation; allusions to domme lilia; fingering; teasing; a dash of overstimulation; AFTERCARE; soft but kinda mean lilia; lilia's boobs deserve their own warning fr

wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: HELLO! am i about to start finals week? yes. do i have a bunch of essays to write? also yes. did i start a bunch of series that i still haven't finished working on? yes x3. did this idea grip me and force me to write it instead of doing anything else? right again, you win a prize and that prize is this fic. this is straight up just filth with feelings and i hope you enjoy <3

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The only sound in the room is your heavy breathing and your speeding heart. Despite the lack of danger, your heartbeat still rings in your ears, making every second feel like a lifetime. It's dramatic, sure, but if you didn't love dramatics, you wouldn't be willingly tied up in Lilia Calderu's bedroom.

"Don't tell me you're already tired, sweetheart?" Her voice is equal part soft and dangerous. "We're just getting started."

The words draw out a groan from between your lips, the ache between your legs stronger than the ache in your limbs. Even though you want to complain, you know you can't. After all, you did ask for this.

You practically begged the witch for this moment. For the opportunity to submit. To explore the depths of your devotion to each other.

In your defense, Agatha had been the one to put the idea in your head and once Lilia found out, well…you didn't exactly need to break any of her rules to earn yourself a punishment. Not that she had many rules to begin with.

Despite all her years, and the kinks she'd acquired a taste for during them, she tended to be quite simple with you. While she loved the power she knew she held over you, she wanted your relationship to have a solid foundation before she rushed into anything too intense.

It was sweet in its own way. Almost like she wanted you to be completely sure about what you were doing. About the feelings you both knew were growing between you.

Her hesitation, her patience, made you take matters into your own hands. The few rules she had for you weren't ones you wanted to break, since most of them had been put in place to give you an incentive to take care of yourself, so you found another way. Or well, Agatha found another way.

The witch was far too nosy for her own good and while Lilia wasn't a jealous person by nature, she wasn't too thrilled when she learned you were sharing so many details about your sex life with someone else. At least, until you told her the reason why.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, if it wasn't for Agatha, you wouldn't be here right now.

Tied up and at your girlfriend's mercy. Just like you wanted.

"Please," you mumble, voice already hoarse from your constant begging. "Need you."

"Oh, I know, sweet girl but you asked for this. You wanted mama's attention, didn't you?"

The ease with which her title slips from her lips makes you clench around nothing, your legs fighting against the restraints in an attempt to rub together. The corners of her mouth quirk up into an amused smile and she moves forward to trail her fingers across your inner thigh.

The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, your back arching into her despite your attempts at staying still. You've never been good at controlling yourself around her, though. Especially not when she has that look in her eyes. The one that's equal parts soft and cruel. The one that lets you know she's not letting up until the only thought inside your head is her name.

Her teasing touch ligers for a few seconds more before she brings her hand down with a sharp smack. You gasp, your hips bucking against the air. "Mama-"

"Shhh, I know," she coos. "Just a little more. You can take it, can't you? You'll be good for me?"

Your answer rushes out before you can second-guess yourself. "Yes! I'll be good. So good for mama."

"Good girl." Her praise is honey sweet and replaces the stinging across your inner thighs with a delicious ache between them instead. "You're doing so well."

You're practically dripping onto the sheets, your skin reddened and marked from your girlfriend's harsh treatment and constant spanks. Even the fact that she had avoided your ass and decided to torment your thighs was a punishment on its own. A punishment you enjoyed, although you weren't too keen on sharing that information just yet.

Clearly, your cunt had other ideas.

"Oh, baby, you're soaked." Lilia chuckles, landing a quick slap to your puffy clit just to watch you arch for her. "You're enjoying this far too much."

"Maybe," you mumble, eyes fluttering closed as her fingertips ghost up and down your folds. "Can't help it, feels so good."

"I know, you've been moaning like a slut since we started."

The word makes you whine although you're not sure if it's in pleasure or protest. "Mama…"

The witch simply shushes you as she settles between your legs, front pressed against the mattress and chin resting on your knee. "Settle down, little one, or you won't get what you want."

That gets your attention.

Instantly, your eyes fly open, and you crane your neck down until you're able to see her. Seeing and feeling her proximity helps your tense muscles relax, the ropes around your wrists helping you ground yourself.

Lilia's careful eyes notice every movement, every twitch of your lips, every crinkle of your brows. She waits, though, one hand stroking the outside of your leg as you settle back into the scene. "Breathe, darling. Color?"

You take a moment to do as she says, breathing in and focusing on the air in your lungs and her steady presence. "Green. I'm okay."

She hums in response. "Good girl. Taking everything I give you so well."

The praise is exactly what you want but like always, the witch keeps you on your toes. She shifts closer only to land three quick slaps to your cunt, directly onto your clit.

The breath gets stolen from your lungs as your mouth drops open into a long moan. Your body jerks uncontrollably, the stinging pain turning into pleasure that flows out of you.

There's no doubt in your mind that you look like an absolute mess but your girlfriend doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she seems to be enjoying it more than you.

"Look at that," she murmurs. "So beautiful. And all mine."

"Yours," you confirm before she even asks. "Please-"

"Such good manners, too."

Despite her almost absent-minded tone, her fingers make their way to your cunt, teasing through your folds before she easily slips inside. The relief is immediate, even though she's purposely starting with only one finger.

You're far too ecstatic to care, though, mumbling senseless profanities while your hips buck into her touch. "Mama…"

"Patience, sweet thing, don't get ahead of yourself."

You try to follow the soft instructions, to savor the feeling of her filling you up slowly, but you're far too wound up for that. As much as you crave the slow intimacy you two usually have, there's no denying that you need more. You need to fall apart completely.

And she knows.

You're sure she knows because she can't stop herself from smirking. From watching you with half-lidded eyes and darkened pupils. Watching you like she's drinking up your pleasure.

Slowly, almost reverently, she adds another finger, working you up with a satisfying stretch. Your cunt clenches around her, beckoning her in deeper until she's the only thing you can feel.

"You take me so well, tesoro. So good for mama."

The praise turns into molten need inside your veins and you cry out when her lips trail across the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. She hadn't gone that hard, you knew that on some level, that despite how much she had enjoyed being fully in control, she hadn't wanted to hurt you.

That didn't mean she hadn't left you ridiculously sensitive, though. A few well-placed spanks and a subtle incantation had made every graze against your inner thighs feel like the lash of a whip. Just because she wanted to start slow didn't mean she didn't love driving you wild.

Her kisses continue up your thigh, her teeth grazing the skin in the most maddening of ways. Her free hand lands on your stomach and she holds you down as much as she can, forcing you to stay still and take what she gives you.

And endure what she doesn't.

She curls her fingers inside your wet cunt, her thumb grazing your clit just enough to make you gasp. "What do you want, darling? Use your words."

"Wanna cum," you say shamelessly. "Please, please let me cum."

Her fingers slow down for a moment, stopping with her knuckles buried inside you and her thumb slick with your need. She waits there, watching you tremble and whimper until the silence makes tears well up in your eyes.

Once you're teetering on the edge of too much and not enough, she starts again. Her thumb draws relentless circles while her thrusts speed up once again. "Go ahead, baby. Cum for me, let me hear you."

Your body responds to her before your mind can even catch up. The pressure in your stomach snaps and you're thrown head-first into the depths of pleasure, your body shaking beneath Lilia.

She works you through it, peppering kisses across your thighs and letting you feel how well she fills you up. You don't even register when the stimulation grows to be too much, floating somewhere between your orgasm and the pleasure that begins mounting once more.

All you can do is gasp and whine, begging her to keep going until your throbbing clit can't take it.

It's either one long orgasm or two intense ones but you don't know or care. All you know is her and that's all you need.

You don't know where you go or how long it takes you to come back but when the fuzziness in your mind clears and your eyes focus again, you're wrapped up in Lilia's arms, your head tucked safely into the crook of her neck.

When you lift your head to look at her, she coos, her hand coming up to cup your cheek. "There you are. Where'd you go, sweet girl?"

The question makes you giggle and you lean further into her touch. "Dunno. Felt nice, though."

"I gathered that much," she says with a chuckle. "I didn't go too far, did I?"

You shake your head before shifting down and resting against her chest. Her hand moves into your hair, lightly scratching your scalp as you recover.

Her skin is warm under your cheek and you can't help the way your lips make their way onto her breast, kissing the soft wrinkles scattered across her chest. "Can we stay like this?"

She hums, a soft smile on her face. "Only for a little. You need a bath and some ointment."

"Later," you grumble.

Her laugh is indulgent and sweet as she agrees. "Okay, later."

[p1astr81]

hey, as a psychology student, I barely see ff involving this area so what if a ff where yn is a psychologist in F1 and she ends up falling for oscar? but you can add some obstacles to make it more interesting haha

for the sake of this, reader is a sports psychologist!

ignore how this lowkey isn’t a psychologists job okay im sorry😭

As part of the sport’s initiate to protect all of its drivers—from Formula 3 to its top competitors in Formula 1–they’ve decided to hire a group of sports psychologists. The group was hired to work track side every weekend, and has their own individual offices in the Formula 1 hospitality. The FIA claimed their hospitality was too full.

You happened to be one of those psychologists.

You spent most days doing absolutely nothing. Most drivers were too embarrassed to pay a visit to any of your offices. Or too conscious of getting caught visiting one and getting blasted on social media.

Some did visit. Particularly the rookies. Lando was the only one to frequent your office. He’d pop in after particularly bad races just to rant to you. He liked how good of a listener you were and how easily you could soothe his worries.

Which is why when he noticed Oscar carry a bit too much tension in his shoulders, he recommended that he pay a visit to you. “One visit wouldn’t hurt.” He reasoned when Oscar was too hesitant.

The next weekend, there was a knock on your door. “Come in,” you called, closing out of your tabs.

“Hi,” you looked up at his quiet voice. Stood as he walked into the room.

“Hi!” You beamed. “Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. There’s snacks, water, take whatever you need.” You gestured to the cart beside the couch and you sat in the chair across from him.

Lando had mentioned how you were nice and a good listener. But he never mentioned how pretty you were, or how infectious your smile was.

“What brings you in?” You didn’t have an intimidating clipboard, nor did you ask him questions like he was in an interrogation room. You also didn’t have those obnoxious overhead lights on. Just the sunlight and a few warm lamps. It was a cozy space.

Oscar leaned into the fluffy sofa, sinking in it like a cloud. “I just feel stressed lately. It’s probably the championship but it’s really having a physical effect on me. I feel really sore lately.”

Still, you smiled. “Have you tried anything to manage the stress? Meditation? Relaxing music? Picking up a hands-on hobby helps a lot of people, too.”

“No.” He said flatly.

“Okay, well trying one of those could help, and I’m always here to talk if you think that might help.”

Oscar definitely thought your talks helped. He’d gone to you almost every single day. Most of the time, he wasn’t even discussing racing. He’d ask you about your life, tell you about his.

And the one day, after a month and a half of ‘sessions’, he’d asked you out for dinner.

He should’ve seen it coming. Your sigh. How you told him I’m sorry, we should keep this professional.

He avoided you for the following three weeks. Three long weeks of his mind plagued by the memories of you. By your laugh. Your smile. Then he decided he’d had enough of his torturous mind.

He went into your office without knocking. “I’m having difficulty focusing on my races because there’s this really cute, nice girl who I can’t stop thinking about, but she doesn’t seem to care about me.” He threw himself onto the sofa like it was another session.

You sighed, finding your usual place in the chair. “I do care about you, Oscar. But we can’t be anything more than-“

“Professional! I know, you’ve said that before.” He grumbled, then sat up. “Why?”

“Why do we have to be professional?”

“Yes!”

“Because we both work for the same people.” You sighed. You were too calm. He envied it. He was breaking down because he couldn’t have what he wanted.

And you were calm.

That should be him. He should be that calm, that composed. It usually came easy to him, but now it was taking everything in him to not get a taste of your lips.

“Last time I checked, you don’t have a contract with Zak brown.” He laughed, pacing the room now.

You tossed him the stress ball you kept on your desk. He took it and sat down, squeezing it like it personally wronged him. “Maybe not, but I can’t date any driver, it’s not just you. It’s not a good look. They’ll fire me for it, I know they will.”

He was thinking quick. “Does it say that in your contract?”

You thought for a moment, then, “no.”

“Then it’s wrongful termination.”

You chewed your lip. Still risky in your mind, but boy were his big brown eyes convincing. You sighed. “Okay. I’ll go to dinner with you.”

“Yes!” He jumped up with a pump of his fist. A bigger victory than you’d ever heard on his radio. “I’ll pick you up uhm- er- Sunday night?”

“Better win then.”

And win he did. Not only the race, but also you.

He married you four years later—and you still had your job in the paddock.

[kandyscorner]

Do I Know You? Part 29

Synopsis: You chat with Wally and Darla. Jason comes back.

Additional Note: I had a family reunion at the beginning half of this week, so I did not have as much time to write(I’m still behind). This chapters a little shorter and it’s made of a few different scenes rather than one continuous. I mentioned to some people that while I am adding some backstory for now it will be kind of vague. For now enjoy!!

Masterlist

Wally had been, unsurprisingly, not helpful. You didn’t share what you knew, that Dick Grayson was Nightwing, or what you assumed you knew. You did ask him if you had a strong theory about a hero’s identity and they were a friend of a friend, should you confront them about?

He was sketchy about it and battered you about which hero in Gotham you knew the secret identity of.

“Why does it matter?” you had questioned.

“It would change whether or not you should confront them or not.” He sounded like he was lying, like he just wanted to know what you knew.

“Let’s hypothetically say it was Red Hood,” you said because that had been what was on your mind for some reason.

“If its Red Hood, you should leave it alone. He hasn’t always been a hero you know.”

“So I’ve heard,” especially recently. People were really up in arms over his sudden aggression, “what about the others?”

“I would just leave it alone, kiddo. You could be entirely wrong and that would just be embarrassing for you,” his snicker echoed across the phone, “or maybe you should do it just make sure there’s a recording so I can see your face when your inevitable wrong.”

“You’re totally lame, Wallace. I was right about you and Barry.”

“That’s only because you were totally infatuated with me, my little shadow.” He teased and you rolled your eyes.

“I was 12. Can’t you let it go already?”

“Never.”

Before he could continue to tease you, you ask him about Linda, about the kids, Iris and Barry and everything about Central City and Keystone you may have missed since you last talked to him nearly a year ago. It was the longest you had talked to him since the accident, and you realized how much you missed Wally.

Eventually duties called. He promised he’d come and visit you in Gotham if you promised you’d be home for Christmas. He mentioned having some other friends he could visit while he was there too. It was only after you hung up that you realized he probably knew all of the bats and if you told him what you knew he probably could’ve confirmed it.

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A week later, you started to get antsy. You hadn’t realized what a constant Jason was in your life until he wasn’t there. You were starting to feel like you did something wrong too. At first you thought you could just fill your time with work and hanging out with Cass and Steph but that quickly went down the drain.

Every time you called or texted them to see if they wanted to hang out, they were always busy with something. They wouldn’t be free until you were at work again. You couldn’t understand what you had done.

You assumed it was when you were drunk. You still couldn’t remember anything, and it bothered you because it seemed to have chased everyone away.

Beyond that you were worried. Weeks prior you had told Darla that your apartment was safe from Penguin and his men because Jason was there almost all the time.

Now he wasn’t. It made you jumpy, even at work. Enough so for Darla to notice. It was a slow morning when she asked you about it.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked flatly, and you jumped at the suddenness of her voice having thought she was in the restroom. You nearly drop the drink you were refilling.

“Nothing’s wrongs,” you reply setting the cup down trying to stabilize the shake in your hand.

“You look like you haven’t slept in days, and you’ve been walking home alone all week. Did you and your boyfriend get into a fight?” she was right, you hadn’t gotten a full night’s sleep since Jason left, plagued by nightmares and the sudden what if’s of being a woman living alone haunted you.

“He’s not- I don’t know,” you feel weepy suddenly, no doubt from the lack of sleep.

“Hey, hey. What happened, baby doll?” she curls an arm around your shoulder as you bury your face in your hands.

“I don’t know,” Your voice cracks, “I can’t remember.”

She draws you into a hug and you bury your face into her shoulder and cry.

Jason left you alone and evidently nobody in his family wanted to be around you. You didn’t know why but you can only assume it has something to do with the brunch. Something you’d said or done. You just wish they would tell you.

“What do you mean you can’t remember?” she asks as she rubs at your back.

“I was drunk.”

Her hand pauses, “but I thought you didn’t drink, not after happened to your sister, right?” she asks slowly, pulling back from the hug slightly. You nod and wipe at the tears on your cheeks.

“I didn’t know mimosas had alcohol in them.” You admit to her. Her face hardens slightly.

“This was at the Wayne brunch thing, wasn’t it? I knew those rich people were no good. You only do that much good for Gotham if you feel guilty about something. You should stay far away from them, do you-“

“Darla, it was an accident. They didn’t know and I should’ve paid more attention to what I was drinking.” You cut her off because you were not in the mood to listen to Darla’s politics.

“Sorry, sweet thing.” A guilty look flashes across her features, “alright so blackout drunk and your boyfriend, what, ditched you?”

“He said he had to go out of town for work and I just, I feel so alone, Darla.” You sigh and scrub your face with your hands again. She tugs at your wrist and makes you look at her.

“You’re not alone. Listen, you can come home with me today if you want. I’m watching Claire tonight. She’s started babbling. You could hold her and try to translate her nonsense for me.” You laugh wetly at her offer. You suck in a breath to calm yourself down. The offer sounded nice, but you just want to sleep as much as you can before your mind tries to terrorize you instead.

“That sounds lovely,” you tell her.

“But your just tired,” she finishes your sentence for you. You nod and she pulls you in for another hug, “Okay but the minute you feel something is wrong, you call me. I’ll load up the little girl in the car and we’ll come and get you together. Understand?”

You hug Darla back, a sudden ache for physical affection thrumming through your veins. It made you think of Jason, and you tried to stamp it down.

“Thank you, Darla. Really.” You pull back and wipe your cheeks a final time.

“No need, baby doll. I gotta take care of the only sweet girl I work with,” she rubs at your shoulder, “and you should take care of Jonny Bravo over there. He looks like he’s gonna have a stroke if he doesn’t get his refill.”

You laugh at her words and get back to work and make the refill. You feel a tad lighter. You still miss Jason and still worry. But now you knew you had someone in your corner.

****

Darla drove you home that night. She didn’t want you to walk home if your knight in shining armor wasn’t going to be there at the drop of a hat. It was sweet of her and made you feel less lonely.

Once you had made it to your apartment, you collapsed on your couch. You were exhausted. Your apartment was a mess, and you needed to shower. You pulled out your phone instead. You hadn’t talked to Jason since he left. No texting, no calls. You had hoped that it was all in your head, that he would reach out to you after his workday at some point. But you still had no notifications from him.

You opened up your messages with him. Mostly nonsense. You sent stuff to each other so you would remember. Movies you wanted to watch with him, the book he wanted to rant to you about, a motorcycle on the street that made you think of him. It was hardly a coherent conversation. You start typing.

Hope work is okay. I miss you.

Was that too much? Too needy? You weren’t dating but you had become accustomed to seeing each other nearly every day. Surely that meant something to him. At least you hoped.

There was no use in stressing over it, especially if he was going to ignore you. It was a simple statement. You hit send and set your phone down. You sent it, now you need to forget about it. That shower suddenly sounded really good.

You took a long warm shower, trying to drown at your thoughts but also trying to grasp the fragments of your mind from the brunch. It had been a week, and you still weren’t close to gathering what happened.

After your shower, you didn’t even eat dinner, just crashed into your bed. The sun was still up but the trickling light made it easier to fall asleep, no darkness for make believe monsters to hide in.

****

It was the middle of the night again. You weren’t entirely shocked that you were awake, but you were surprised that it wasn’t a nightmare what woke you. You didn’t know what woke you up. You lay there with your eyes closed, trying to will yourself back to sleep.

A moment later you hear what woke you up. A knock that you can just barely hear in your bedroom. You finally open your eyes to check what time it was. 2:48 am. You slept a lot longer than you thought you would have. You hear the knocking again and finally bring yourself to stand up.

You had taken to leaving the taser Jason had gifted you on the nightstand while you slept for some peace of mind, that and the locket around your neck. You grab the taser and hold the locket in your other hand. You poke your head out of your bedroom and listen. There is another knock, a little bit louder this time and you urge yourself to move out into the living room.

The knocks come from your front door, and you think maybe you should relax. If someone was trying to hurt you, wouldn’t they have broken in? You don’t relax though. It could be a trap. You look through the peep hole and spot black hair. The person moves and you find the green eyes you have been missing so much.

You rush to set the taser on the kitchen counter and unlock the door. You open it wide and stare at him, suddenly and oddly unsure of yourself. He looks as exhausted as you feel and he was hurt, a cut along his temple held together with butterfly band aids, his lip split.

“Jason?” you ask in concern cause you’ve never seen him beat up. You knew he was hurt sometimes. Watched him wince when he did things that wouldn’t have hurt him prior. But every adult has their random aches and pains. His face was different.

“Hi, Sweetheart,” he tries to grin at you, but it comes out as more of a grimace, like it hurt to smile, “heard you might be missing me?”

You flush at his words but mostly your heart warms. It was the middle of the night and Jason had been working somewhere else and saw that you missed him and came home. He couldn’t have been that upset with you then.

You take a step forward and he meets you halfway, dragging you into a hug that makes you exhale in relief. The tension in your body mellows when you feel him relaxing against you too. You take a step back and he follows, never breaking the hug. You manage to get the door shut and locked with Jason like a koala attached to you. You wonder if he missed you more than you missed him.

Door locked, your hands creep up to his neck and in the hair at the nap of his neck. You stroke your thumb lovingly under his ear. You try to pull back enough to see his face, but he just buries his face into your neck instead, like he needed to be as close as possible.

“Can we go to bed?” you ask softly, petting gently at his neck. He scoops you up, an arm under your knees and back. Your arms reflexively tighten around his neck, startled by the movement. He carries you quietly to your bedroom and you finally have a chance to look closer at his face. You let your hand trace from the cut on his temple to his cheek. He watches you from the corner of his eye.

He gently sets you down on the bed and presses a kiss on your forehead. He finally meets your eye and your heart jumps to your throat with the way he’s looking at you.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” He tells you and presses another kiss to your cheek, “Far more than I probably should.” He murmurs against your skin, and you don’t know how to respond. The suddenness of Jason’s presence after nothing for a week was giving a shock to your system. It didn’t matter though. His affection was like a balm on cracked skin.

He scoots you across the bed to your designated spot and moves to climb in. You stop him with a hand on his arm and for the first time since he’s arrived at your door, he seems hesitant. He edges back off the bed like he’s done something wrong. Your hand on his arm turns from a press to a grip, willing him to not run away.

“You should change your clothes. Want you to be comfortable, Jay.” you explain quietly, and his shoulders relax. Once again you can’t help but wonder what’s happened. With Jason here maybe you can get some answers for the gaps your memory.

You lay down on your side when he moves for the dresser. You watch him in the dark lighting of the room, barely making out the form of him as your eyes adjust. As he pulls his shirt from his body, you think you see a dark bruise along his rib. It makes you want to worry but he pulls a new shirt on before you can decide whether or not it was a trick of the eye.

It doesn’t take long for him to be completely changed. He comes to stand at the edge of the bed, and you can feel him staring down at you. You open your arms wide.

“Well come here, I need my cuddles.” You whisper to him despite being the only two people in the room. He settles on top of you then, head to your chest and your hands slide through his hair as he curls his arms under you.

It’s quiet and dark. The way you had been this past week it would have had every nerve stuck in overdrive. But with the weight of Jason, the feel of his hands pressed against you, your nerves practically lose all their sense aside from his touch. You’re nearly asleep, mind drifting between the line of conscious and unconscious, when you feel a wetness seeping into your shirt where Jason lays.

It wakes you back up. Jason wasn’t one to drool and if he did it was usually light, definitely not enough for you to feel it through your shirt. You move one of your hands to press into his back. Jason takes a stuttered breath then you hear sniffling. Your entire body freezes.

Jason was crying, albeit quietly. It throws a shock through your body. You’d never seen Jason cry. He’d seen you time and time again but he’d never broken down like this. You didn’t know what to do because you didn’t know why he was crying.

“Jason?” you say his name quietly and slide your other hand in his hair to his cheek, gently cradling it and wiping at the wetness under his eye with your thumb. You feel the flutter of his lashes against the tip of your finger. He makes a gargled noise, and you think he’s trying to clear his throat.

“It’s nothing sweetheart,” he murmurs sounding just a little broken and it makes your heart ache. You tip your head slightly and kiss at the crown of his head.

“You can talk to me, Jay,” you mumble against his hair, “please.”

He holds you tighter, his breath evening out, “later,” he presses a kiss to your sternum where he lays, and it makes your heart jump. You beat yourself up for the feeling when Jason’s being vulnerable, “I’m tired, baby. Just want to sleep here with you.”

He settles back down but your mind hypes up at the three second interaction. Jason hadn’t called you ‘baby’ since the willow tree. It made you feel a lot of things that you would keep deep in your mind. The way he said it, the way he kissed at your chest…

Had you told Jason you liked him? Was that why he had run away? Because you pushed your feelings onto him in a drunken state?

He came back; a quiet voice tells you. If you had told him that you liked him a lot more than a friend, he left you and came back. He was here and he was holding you.

You wouldn’t ask what happened then. You were content with this, with Jason choosing to come back to you. If he wanted to talk to you about it, that worked too. You would want to know what his thoughts on the matter were, but you wouldn’t pry. You’d let him bring his feelings to you.

Additional note: Denial and avoidance are terrible and definitely not how you should live in a relationship. That will not stop these two though. The next chapter is chapter 30!!! That’s so crazy! Considering this was supposed to be a one and done short blurb. I’m so grateful to everyone that reads and comments. I think I might want to do something special but I’m not totally sure what. If you have any ideas let me know! <3<3

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[goldenbi]

“Forgiving”???? It’s a fictional character. The whole point of fanfiction is to explore characters and have fun with them.

Writing about villains is not endorsing their beliefs, jesus christ, how many times do we have to say this???

Writing characters with complexity and nuance is a good writing skill. It makes stories good. Enjoyable even. Because you know.. people are complicated? Because stories need plot? Because stories need conflict? Because stories have character growth?

I’m sorry you think what people read or write makes them a bad person but people can write stories about whatever the fuck they want and it does not affect their morality.

And thankfully I can see the difference between fiction and real life or else I’d think you were saying you don’t care about abuse, bullying or suffering. That would be so embarrassing.

I mean… Does your hero do all the right things all the time?

If you lied and said yes, great. I’m not usually into fluff but I’d read it. But is it what I’m drawn to? No.

Even if you are just mad about people making cute art of the evil guy: The most popular romance books are all about women falling for the villain (Including murderers, mafia bosses, bullies). It’s a popular trope because it’s FUN, it’s INTERESTING, it’s HOT. I highly recommend ContraPoints video essay about theories on why women like these characters.

Think about what you can write about if you include a vile, evil character as a love interest: redemption, morality, shame, taboo desire, forgiveness, violence, good vs evil, blame, guilt... god, its so juicy!!

The questions get even more interesting: What could drive a person to join one of these groups? Did they fall in love before or after? What if they don't want out? What if the hero exploited their love to win the war? Could we fix him? How would the war change if this one person was shown an ounce of love? How much love would it take to fix everything? On the flipside: How evil can someone get? What amount of cruelty breaks a person? How do you survive it? Why are people cruel? How do they become that way?

If we are connecting this to real life: Why might someone like a character that was abused and made mistakes and was still loved? Why might someone like a character getting revenge on his bullies? Why might someone find comfort in darkness? Why do people like BDSM and heavy kinks? Could it be for the same reason they like dark fiction? Why are the only queer-coded characters the villains? Why is violence (e.g. like that of vampires or werewolves) so sexy for some people?

Let's go back to the beginning: Why would someone try to forgive these characters? Why does Harry try to get Voldemort to feel remorse instead of trying to kill him? Why does Harry save Draco even when he's been a bully the entire time? Why does Sirius say "the world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters"?

Don't get reality twisted up in fiction and think they are the same. Hating the fake people in a book isn't going to get real life terrorists, bullies and abusers to stop. And making a post about how gross it is that people like fictional characters certainly won't do anything to get them to stop.

Let people enjoy their fiction while they can in this fucked up world we're in.

i will say this once: i do not care that the bad men you like were abused. i dont care that they suffered. yeah, regulus grew up in a shitty family but i do not care. he could've been abused day and night i do not care. he joined a terrorist group, a genocide and he supported an ethnic cleansing. i don't care that barty jr was abused or put under imperio, i think, sincerely, that it was justified. he tortured people to insanity i have no pity for him. i don't care that snape was hated, that he was bullied or abused. he was a bad person. i don't understand how you guys are forgiving of people just because they've suffered and it genuinely speaks so about your own mindset

[sunrisecaminus]

Bestie, hear me out - imagine the roles getting reversed when the bot gets shrunk down. Like, they tiny, and now their the one on the receiving end, struggling to take human fingers and withering when their getting eaten out. That would be TRIP- doing the things ya robot so/ has done to you and knowing they are loving it.

I would love to hear a one-shot of this idea or a few character drabbles on who strikes your fancy.

Message - I needed to do this with multiple mechs, so of course I did this in segments! Its hilarious to see what would happen if this did happen, so I really enjoyed writing this one.

Tiny Ultra Magnus, Optimus, Soundwave, and Shockwave x Human Reader NSFW

Summary - Headcanons of you finally being the top after mass displacement went hay wire on the Cybertronians.

Warning - NSFW

Ultra Magnus When the mass displacement went horribly wrong, Magnus' height changed to 6 ft. It was crazy, seeing him so tiny. You helped him the best you can to settle himself and how to get him less angry about the situation…having an idea how to relieve his stress. Magnus has never done anything so vulgar before, the way you sucked his spike and slammed fingers inside of his valve was…addicting. He would drool just a little out of his mouth, wanting nothing more but your soft touch. Magnus tries to stay professional outside of interfacing, but watching you smirk and go on his side of his small desk gives him butterflies. Picking him up and putting him on the wooden desk makes him gasp and scold you for straining your muscles, but he will shut up after a few dry humps to his crotch plating. Multiple times, Magnus tries to threaten a write up whenever you bite him somewhere, but you know he would never. He is nervous about anyone seeing him all bitten and so vulnerable, but holy crap does he like it.

Optimus Oh boy, does he want to hide himself for the remainder of him being small. This is so embarrassing, the Prime chooses you to help him out. The only reason he would ever be this way again is if he needed to reduce consuming energon. The sheer audacity you had to coax him out and have fun with him. pressing his body against the wall and groping his aft is something he never thought he would beg for you to do after the first time. Making him into a moaning mess is not hard at all, you want the list? Licking his neck, kneeing his crotch plate, playing with his valve or even just kissing his spike. Optimus always has his beautiful optics on you, watching with tears in his eyes while you finger his valve, now understanding the pleasure you feel when you interface with him. The delight you felt when he came up to you in secret and asked if you could "help" him with something. "C-can you help me? I have this…itch that maybe you can fix?"

Soundwave Of course the mass displace gun breaks after testing it on the SECOND IN COMMAND! Honestly he thinks this is a good way for the Autobots to not see him whenever he needs to spy on them. Being around your height though is interesting to him, looking at your details up close. Interfacing was actually harder for Soundwave, now that he is small. Knowing you are able to touch and toy with him with your human strength is making him realize how sensitive he really was. The touch starve in him never wants to leave his room or have you let go of him. His favorite thing is to finally put his entire spike inside you, but now you are able to toy with his valve and it is crazy the things humans can do to him. Fingering Soundwave is something that was not on your bucket list, but honestly it was fun. He short circuits a lot whenever he feels you, wanting your fingers in him even more. Jacking him off is also something he is a fan of you doing…but he never knew you were the devilish type. You do it in spaces where anyone could walk in and see y'all, letting him know that he is at his weakest when he is will his Conjunx.

Shockwave Honestly, he did this on purpose for testing. He wanted to see why humans call life so beautiful, even if you were this small. Boy did he regret doing this though, he hates you being top…at least that is what he tries to convince you. You can now massage/grope his chassis and aft, kissing him where he hasn't been touched before. Sucking his spike or eating his valve is an experience he never thought would be on top of his list. Moving with you in darker, private spaces helps him experiment with toys you pick out or figure out how it really feels to cum multiple times a night. You drain Shockwave, mentally and physically. It is only a matter of time before Megatron finds Shockwave, but for now he enjoys everything you do to him. This is the mech that could go all day and night just playing with you and finding out new positions. Sometimes it is funny, watching him understand what a strap-on is, but it's also nice to actually see him enjoy himself and snuggle up to you whenever its all done. Yes he has the cure to make him bigger again…but he figured out why humans call life beautiful, he can now get his valve mutilated by a high vibrating vibrator!

[three-semicolons]

I don’t really agree with the fan interpretation of Tim and Dick’s relationship after the Robin mantle was handed to Damian, but I thought about some interesting parallels between them in this context and had to run with it. Enjoy!

It was a quiet night. Dick and Tim sat on the edge of a building, Dick’s legs dangling into the abyss and Tim’s drawn towards his middle. They both stared straight ahead, towards the glittering expanse of Gotham.

“It’s funny how we both became hypocrites as soon as Bruce left.”

Dick said it without so much as glance, but Tim felt himself freeze. “What do you mean by that?” He glared, voice as cold as his posture.

He only got a bemused huff in response. “As soon as Bruce left, I did what I hated him for. I gave away Robin without consulting the most recent holder of its mantle.” Dick sighed. “And in both cases, I think it was ultimately for the best, but it doesn’t mean he or I should have done it without talking first.”

Tim hummed. He’d heard this a thousand times, to the point where he could recite the apology-justification by heart. The decision made sense at the time. Damian needed a reason to stay. Tim was old for a Robin. He was more than trained enough to fly solo. And yet, it still hurt. He still couldn’t help but grasp at the lingering bitterness like a well-worn security blanket, filling him with self-righteous indignation to distract from the more uncomfortable thoughts that were always just at bay.

“But what about me? Why am I a hypocrite?”

Dick’s mouthed an ‘oh’ before shrugging. “Remember when you first joined us?” Dick paused to smile fondly. “I was the age you are now, or around there.”

Had Dick really been so young?

“You came to convince me to be Robin again. To put aside petty grievances and hurt because Batman needed me, and because Gotham needed me. But I refused, because I felt I had better things to do. I was too resentful to want anything to do with Batman anymore, even though I really could have helped.”

Tim understood what Dick was implying. He knew the recognition was unfiltered on his face. He swallowed before mumbling, “just like I did.”

Dick nodded in response — not smugly, not patronizing, but simply in recognition. “You did.”

But then he pushed. “And you know what?”

“What?”

“It was the right choice. Both times.”

And then the guilt Tim was surfacing vanished, and instead he just felt lost all over again.

“What do you mean?”

Dick smiled again. It wasn’t strained in the slightest, but it was tired. “Both times, Batman really needed his partner. Both times, I think Batman would have really benefitted from his partner being there. But if you hadn’t left, we never would have gotten Bruce back. If I hadn’t left, we never would have gotten you.”

Dick fiddled idly with his thumbs.

“I think I really should have been there for Bruce, way back when. But I really needed that time for myself, too. And I think at the end of the day, Nightwing’s future was dependent on that freedom. I don’t think I would be me without it. And I think you needed that freedom too. Maybe even that anger at me.”

“But you didn’t deserve it!” Tim shouted, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “I was acting like a brat when I should have supported you.”

“Pot, meet kettle. And I’ve seen how much you’ve grown. I’m so proud of you. The journey to becoming Red Robin was all your own, and you were an inspiration for it.”

The heat in Tim’s cheeks remained, but this time from the fluster Dick’s compliments had driven him into. His eyelashes felt wet, and the view in front of him blurred by the tiniest of margins.

“Thanks, Dick.”

“No problem, Tim. I love you. I’m so grateful you’re here. I hope you know that.”

A shuddering breath was drawn.

“I love you too.”

[come-into-my-parlour]

What if you demand to have my breasts out at all times when we're at home. And then your friends come over and you see I'd put on a shirt. So you get mad at me and sulk. When they ask what's wrong you say I don't love you because I don't listen to you or do what you ask. So I sigh and take my shirt off and my breasts are out again, fully visible. Your friends are quiet for a bit before they start to laugh and say they can't believe you did it and got me to agree. I blush and my chest goes all red. They laugh harder. You smile at me.

- So you do love me!

Then you reach and start to play with my nipples. I blush even harder and bite my lips so I don't start to moan. My nipples grow and I squeeze my legs as tight as I can.

- But how much do you love me?

Then you lean down and start to kiss all over my boobs, lightly sucking my nipples. I don't know whether to look at you or your friends who are quietly watching you, watching us.

You keep going and I finally break and moan loudly pressing my boobs into you.

- There's my good girl! Do you want to be good for me now? In front of my friends? Show them what a good girl I have? How much she wants to please me.

I look only at you and slowly nod.

- Good.

Then you slide your hand down my pants and start to rub my pussy. Its already wet.

- Let them hear you. Let them hear what a dirty perverted whore I have.

I whine but shake my head. You've never called me that. I don't want to. I don't like this.

You shove a finger deep inside me and start to rub my gspot while you grab my hair and pull it roughly. It hurts. So why do I moan..

- You will do what I say or I will punish you.

- No..

I barely whispered it but you heard me.

- No? Oh, is that so?

You pulled your hand out of me and pulled me up from the couch. You undressed me before I even knew what was happening. I was left naked in front of your friends with my nipples erect and my pussy leaking. I was panting and I turned around to leave but you grabbed me and pushed down my back so I had my ass up in the air. Then you started to slap it. Hard and fast. The force of it almost made me fall but you held me with one hand while the other was making my ass red. Why did my pussy tingle when you were doing that. I was back to biting my lips.

- You will do what I say, slut. Or I will have you strapped on all fours on the floor like an animal and edged for 24 hours with no breaks. I will find strangers from the street to come and unload into your ass. I will make you beg and beg and still not let you cum. Do you understand me, whore? Nod if you do.

I nodded. I looked at your friends and they all had their cocks out and were jerking off quietly. I closed my eyes.

- Now then....

You were stroking my ass and moved me so I was standing visible for your friends.

- Doesn't she have the most magnificent tits?

You held them up and pinched the nipples. Your friends gave different affirming answers.

- Come on, sweetness. Let's show them your pussy, too.

You pulled my leg up and placed in on the table so my pussy was on full display. I was so wet, I was sure they could tell. I was so embarrassed, I didn't know why I was so aroused by this filth.

- I'm sure you can see how wet my whore is but in case you can't....

Then you started playing with my folds as my pussy was making the lewdest sounds. I was blushing even more but it felt so good. I started to move with you, rubbing myself on your fingers. At some point I started to moan. I had even begun to touch my nipples. When did that happen.. before I could second guess reality you roughly grabbed me and turned me around. You held me by the chin as you gave your next command.

- Lean forward and spread your cheeks so they can see your asshole.

My eyes were wide with shock.

- Show them your last hole. Now or I will punish you.

I softly nodded and slowly leaned down and spread myself. I'd never been so embarrassed in my life. You sat down and watched me. Then you carresed my cheek and pushed your fingers in my mouth.

- You will now suck me in front my friends. You will lick my balls, you will deep throat my dick, you will drool on me, all while you keep your ass spread for an audience to watch and hear what a whore you are.

Then you pulled out your semi hard dick and said "Begin."

I leaned down and followed your instructions. I could hear grunts behind me but nothing else. I was only looking at you. I had your balls in my mouth. I licked your tip, your shaft, I sucked it, I kissed it, I gagged on it. After a while I got so into it, I forgot about the audience.

- Good girl. You've pleased me. Now turn around and sit on my dick. I want you to bounce on it while they watch. Make me cum. You're not allowed to cum though so watch yourself.

I did as you commanded. I speared myself on your dick and started fucking myself on it while you held me by the hips. My tits were swaying and bouncing too. And I could see your friends watching us, watching me. They looked mesmerized. For some reason that made me wetter, hornier, wilder. I was fucking you harder, your grip grew stronger. I was so close to cumming but kept myself in check. You ordered me to and I wanted to please you.

- Faster. I'm about to fill you full of my cum in front of my friends. Don't you want them to see how good you are at fucking yourself on my dick? Faster, whore. Go faster!

You screamed that last bit and it gave me the energy to go even faster. My tits almost hurt from how hard they were bouncing around. Then I felt you cum inside me and you stilled me.

- What a good whore you are. You have done well, slut.

I whimpered despite myselft. Why did that praise make me feel so good.

- I can feel you clenching around me, whore. Do you want to cum?

- Yes, please!

- Mmm. You have to be extra good to get that reward. Do you want to be good for me? Good enough to be allowed to cum?

- Yes, yes. Yes, please. Please!

- Good whore. You will cockwarm my dick in your ass and hold your legs by the knees to keep them spread. Then my friends can come and eat your pussy out for as long as they want. While they're doing that you're allowed to cum as many times as you want. If I feel like it, I'll fuck your ass until I want, too. Do you want that, whore? Does that sound good?

You leaned and bit me on the shoulder. I screamed yes. Why did I agree... I really must be a dirty whore because that sounds hot and I want it to happen. I want it so bad.

You pulled your dick out of my pussy and your cum dripped out. You didn't waste time and immediately shoved it into my ass. It took some time to adjust but it felt good to feel you inside of me again. I grabbed my legs and pulled them up, displaying my wet pussy that was still full of cum. I was panting hard, so horny, so desperate to cum.

Your friends queued up in a line and the first one fell to his knees and began to lick your cum off me while looking at you. He then looked up to my tits and was sucking and licking and fingering me. My clit has never been so abused. By the time the last of your friends was done with me, I'd lost count of how many times I'd cum. The entire floor was covered with your friends' cum too. You'd only fucked my ass once and I liked that you'd kept your sperm plugged inside of me. I wanted to keep it there as long as possible. Your friends quickly dressed, said hurried goodbyes and left while I was still panting. I didn't even know my name at that point.

You pulled me even closer to your body, pinched my nipple hard and gripped my neck.

- Did you like my friends eating your pussy, whore? Making you cum? Touching what's mine? While I had my dick up your ass for them to see?

I was nodding and saying 'yes' like it was a prayer. I was close to tears.

You caressed my cheek and softly kissed my neck.

- Good. I liked it too. We can do it again soon if you're good.

I looked to you with my teary eyes. "Really? You're not mad?"

- No, sweetness. I'm not mad. I enjoyed showing you off and sharing your sweet pussy.

You then grabbed me by the pussy and leaned closer to my ear.

- As long as you don't forget who this pussy belongs to, we can show it and share with whoever.

- It's yours. My pussy, my ass, my tits, my mouth, my orgasms, everything is yours. I'm yours.

I wasn't even done saying that before you turned me around and were fucking my pussy on top of the cum-covered floor your friends left us.

[tommysbignaturals]

"You are too beautiful for me." *starts crying* (drunk Tommy to Buck please 🥺)

Thank you for the prompt!!!! Ask and you shall receive! (Also I did this very quickly and didn't look it over so sorry for all the mistakes)

Tommy groaned and laid his head down on the table as he felt the throbbing of a headache coming on even though he just woke up.

He heard as a glass was put near him and peaked opened an eye to see Evan's back as he went back towards the kitchen while happily humming underneath his breath.

Tommy looked over at the water near his big head and saw some white pills which he hoped would help with the headache and nausea he was feeling. He stared at them for a long while before hauling himself up and flooding his mouth with water and then putting the pills in his mouth then swallowing in the hopes of not touching the pill. He was in his mid forties but taking pills was still not his thing.

He looked over as Evan was absolutely bouncing with energy as he smelled eggs, bacon, and oh god please tell him those were pancakes because despite everything hurting Evan always made the best pancakes and strawberry sauce topping to go over fresh whipped cream and oh god now he was starving along with everything else.

He watched Evan absolutely in his element and all he wanted to do was watch him but-

He blinked as Evan turned to him and as if by magic he had a cup of coffee in his hand as he walked over and laid the cup of coffee on the table before leaning down and planting a kiss on the top of his head before saying with absolutely too much sunshine for the way Tommy was feeling, "Good morning, sunshine."

He didn't know why Evan started calling him that as he was nothing if not a big stormy raincloud of a person but by god when Evan called him that his insides felt nothing but sunshine.

He tilted his head back and waited for Evan to give him a morning peck and Evan didn't disappoint with a soft laugh.

"Mornin'. Any reason why you're so happy this morning? To clarify, I'm happy you're happy but is my hangover just making you seem more happy because I'm miserable or-?"

Evan laughed then apologized as Tommy winced at his loud laugh.

"Sorry. No, I, uh," Evan's eyes suddenly were shining with laughter as he said, "I just knew you wouldn't be feeling well so I wanted to make you something."

Tommy took his coffee and skeptically drank it as Evan seemed to he hiding something.

"And that's all?"

Evan sucked in his lower lip, which Tommy made a note of to bite later when he stopped feeling like death warmed over, which did not hide the amused smile as he Evan said, "I think, I'm going to embarrass you right now so this is a little bit of an apology as well."

Tommy skeptic squint turned into a suspicious one as he said slowly, "What you do?"

Evan laughed as took a step back and said, "Its not what I did." He walked back to the stove and checked the underneath of the pancake before flipping it. "It's what you did."

Tommy had his coffee right as his lips when he froze in place. He stayed like that for a moment before he out down his coffee and asked, "What did I do?"

Evan placed the finished pancake on plate before turning to him and asking with too much laughter in his eyes, "What do you remember yesterday?"

Tommy turned away and looked at their wall trying to remember. "There was a romcom movie marathon on tv and I decided to play a drinking game while I waited for you."

Evan nodded as he brought over a plate of egg, and bacon then turned to go back as he asked, "What sort of drinking game?"

Tommy shrugged. "Don't remember, but I must have been losing because wow, I don't remember you coming home."

Evan hummed as he brought over a plate stacked tall with pancakes and a bowl. Tommy watched as Evan brought it over and placed it in front of him before adding a good healthy dollop of whipped cream then the strawberry sauce over it before pushing it towards Tommy. "Eat first."

Tommy wanted to argue the point at first but then his stomach reminded him he was in fact starving and without being told twice he grabbed the syrup and poured an ungodly amount of it on his pancakes before he went to town on them.

After he demolished the pancakes and was slowly eating his way through his eggs and bacon he asked, "Okay, so what did I do?"

Evan had watched him devour his meal with proud smile before getting up and making his own plate. He had just taken a bite of his own pancake while looking at his phone. He looked up at Tommy like he couldn't figure out what he was talking about before his face relaxed as he nodded back.

"Oh yeah, when I came in you were belting "Sweet Caroline"-"

Tommy's head went back in surprise, "I didn't know you knew that song."

Evan laughed and shook his head, "I didn't. I had to look it up later but you were watching "Fever Pitch"-"

Tommy's eyebrows shot up and he made an impressed noise as he said, "I didn't think you knew that movie either."

Evan shook his head again, "I didn't. Just found out it existed yesterday." He shook his head like he was trying to get his thoughts back in order. "Anyways, you were so far gone last when I got home that you were, like, so happy to see me."

Tommy suddenly got flashes of Evan come home. Flashes of him trapping Evan in his arms on the couch as he belted out Sweet Caroline in his ear before smothering him in kisses.

He got flashes of Evan helping him to bed as he rambled on how pretty Evan was and how much he loved him in the most embarrassing and clingy of ways.

He remembered Evan trying to get up from underneath him as he had wrapped himself around Evan like an octopus to keep him from leaving the bad, and oh god-

Tommy put his head in his hands and groaned as he whole face and the top of ears burned hot with embarrassment, "Please tell me I didn't say you are too beautiful for me before literally sobbing."

He looked up and saw Evan was trying so hard not to laugh. "No, yeah, you did."

Tommy buried his face in his hands as he groaned out a, "I'm sorry."

Tommy jumped as he suddenly felt Evan right next to him. He brought up his face in question but all Evan did was walk into the space between his legs. Tommy pulled the chair back to give him more room as he wrapped his arms around Evan's waist and Evan started to card his fingers through his hair.

"Don't be. I honestly thought it was adorable, after panicking for a moment that I upset you but you were honestly out like a light like not even five minutes after crying so it all worked out."

Tommy pressed his face into Evan's tummy wanting to hide from his past self's embarrassing actions.

"You were able to pee eventually right?"

Tommy's face bounced for a moment as Evan did a full on body laugh. Tommy smiled as Evan stopped laughing and smiled wide at him.

"Oh, now you care about my bladder."

Evan bent down and they shared a slow kiss.

Tommy moved his hands to Evan's ass and squeezed.

Evan made the most adorable squeaking noise before he started to break away from Tommy's hold.

"Nope. Nothing sexy before you do dishes."

Tommy let out a disappointed raspberry before groaning and rolling his eyes goodnaturedly. "Fine, but you better be naked and ready for me in bed by the time I'm done."

Evan laughed as he finally took off his apron and started walking towards the bedroom. "Tough talk for an old man with a hangover."

Tommy pointed a finger at him and said, "I'll remember that brat."

[yuwuta]

as a true geto hater it brings me immense joy to remember that he got packed up by a suicidal anxious loser w/ the power of true love who hadn't even learned his own cursed technique yet and had been studying jujutsu for less than a year

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Erik @ the existence of Hydra: On one hand I should EXTERMINATE these filthy Nazi's... on the other hand I have other shit to deal with and the Red Skull is beneath me anyway, so maybe when Mutants become the dominant species I'll deal with those bigots.

all in due time ect ect

the severity of comic erik's genocidal tendencies varies among writers and verses tbh tho he Has been. pretty much domesticated at this point so

even movie erik kind of depends: mckellen's erik is absolutely Full Stop We Gotta Get Rid Of The Humans but fassbender's is more willing to be content to just. either coexist if given the chance (apocalypse) or be left alone (dark phoenix)

[clumsypuppy]

i feel shy talking here when i dont have anything worth sharing but i cant help feeling like ive said things in the tags that could be brought up in court

[redrosydiaz]

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[a-dash-in-the-middle]

wanting to visit the archives without looking like a fanatic bc nobody likes posting government documents online apparently

[saint-hymn]

HYMN!!!!!! SHARE MORE WIPS AND MY LIFE IS YOURSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!! /j no but fr i love it so much when artists share the steps of their creations it's so interesting and cool. i really really enjoy seeing the process!!! :D (so yes if you want to post more wips i'd say go for it!!!!) (i'll be in the tags screaming. very loudly.) (like always.)

alright uh. uh. what did zeus actually do in the original god of war. uh. dies idk thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i see your comments in the tags all of the time (i'm the most jobless full time office worker of all times and i scroll through my notes) thank you so much for being so hyped and chatty! i really appreciate it

[xxplastic-cubexx]

sorry if you've already mentioned but what (re?)ignited your love of comics/x-men/cherik? curious because there are so many different adaptations of them

i think im gonna speak for a few (or a lot of) people when i say that TL;DR the wolverine x deadpool movie that came out this summer is what pulled me back into comics and i COULD leave it there but i will go into excruciating and unnecessary detail instead because i love an origin story and i love oversharing.

under the cut tho because im nice sometimes (there's also wxdp doodles in here. if you want to see that)

ironically (and probably commonly), growing up i was more of an avengers kid. Kinda. Loosely <- binge watched the cartoons and movies and read copious amounts of comics and fics and i am hoarding fanart in my old dresser as we speak ok 'loosely' is a modest lie.

embarrassingly i remember getting into discus cause of captain america LMAO so yeah needless to say i was a Humble Fan- me joining my school's comic class/club didnt help either (shoutout to my teach from that she was the realest one out there for. A Multitude of reasons). she definitely is was inspires me to even draw still and make comics and i often think bout the tips i learned from her class tbh she was great

back to the movies t and comics tho, i got into em because my brother would offer to take me and that's how we'd hang out (i rarely saw movies in theaters and i even more rarely went anywhere as a teenager. still kinda like that today tbh ooops) and yk. it just snowballed after that.

my brother and i have always liked comics- he just more than me for a while (though he still very much loves comics and As We Know From My Posts we still talk about them whenever i see him To An Exhausting Degree)

durin then i was really into stony and i have a few surviving doodles i made but those are between me and god. and anyone who asks tbh LOL

'snap can you make this related to x-men again this is long' ok so fast forward to This Summer again I Still Don't Really See Movies but my brother offered to take me and this was the first time i'd actually seen an x-men movie in full

as a kid i only remember seeing the 'perfection' scene between erik and raven in first class while i was channel surfing. pretty sure i changed the channel after seeing mystique naked cause i was scared my parents would get mad at me if they caught me watching it LOL

BUT MOVING ON As A Kid i think it's also natural you'll sometimes watch 92 if it's on And I Did though evidently it didn't stick too hard (i do remember really liking beast and gambit though.... still do really): my knowledge of x-men was. INCREDIBLY sparse. like diabolically so so i didnt have too much expectations (aside from the fact i vaguely liked deadpool beforehand).

tbh i dont know why my bro never took me to see any of the x-men movies. it's not like he doesn't Also like x-men (90% sure nightcrawler's his favorite but my brother will be caught dead saying he has absolute favorites like that)- he owns a bitch load of deadpool comics/omnibus sets too (of which ive read over the years and reread this year) but Shrug moving on

Much Like Most Of The Internet i fell down the rabbit hole that way. i have some doodles i made a couple days after seeing WxDP that i now have an excuse to throw at all of you Look And Perceive

and so. As I Do. i got curious and told myself i'd binge watch all the x-men movies the week before i went back to school And Then I Did ft. My Brother Sometimes and then i said i'd binge watch all of '92 and And I Did That ft. My Brother Sometimes But Less So and now we're here. currently watching Evolution...

once i got to school i realized i lived near a comic shop and started getting into the comics that way (the first ones i got since going down this rabbit hole was Magneto Was Right!, The Resurrection of Magneto, and The Trial of Magneto. if you were curious !!!!! clearly i didnt care too much about context i just needed to see My Guy jelvejlkvj i have no regrets and Evidently ive read more since)

i'm pretty sure what dragged me into cherik specifically was the fact i saw a clip of The Famous ending to 92 where erik's aghast at the notion jean even has to question his love for charles. i think that was what officially had me refocus my lens on them: not a single poolverine thought after that LOL (all the cherik posting i saw on twitter definitely helped too but that was the nail in the coffin for any other interests i had: i was locked into cherik and x-men in general now)

that clip specifically, i was surprised at the fact they- frequently even- have the x-men franchise say erik loves charles and vice versa so bluntly. even if it's not meant to be romantic, i fear im just a fan of how casually the word's thrown around with them two and i got tender bout it all. Then Yk. i just live for the drama. the hilarity even. the sincerity .... they make me sick if i think of them too long so im gonna end it here

before i go tho ironically enough, the first x-men issue i owned was This one (story a this is that while stuck in some wacko dimension charles accidentally gets himself trapped in logan's mind while utilizing his astral projection. if you were curious). pretty sure i got it for free with another comic set i got years ago since our old comic shop loved to do that, but it's poetic aint it. maybe ill doodle something referencing it..

i should probably look into finishing this arc someday im Dummy curious to even know how it started and how it ends.....

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Okay. I have been informed of the apparently invisible beef i have with wemmbuyaoi-

Uh.

There are. Tiny. Small. Rlly small...details they did not add onto that explanation........

I did not know any of this 😭.

Like. If they had told me of all of this previously i would have taken action, deleting my posts, etc. Also they didn't rlly explain what i did and i only know liek..NOW what i did and i want to apologize but they dont really see my acc so i..dont know.

Um...im just going to...not add fuel to the fire here?? Just extinguish it with rain and let time pass over and forget it :// cause back then i just basically dmed thru my alt cuz ..well.. i cant rlly do that cuz they blocked me on main??? So...um...yeah. And also i wasnt looking for an unban i was looking for a why 😭😭

I dont want to send hate so just consider this as smth of the past.

And to those who actually sent the asks to them please dont do that. I didnt think that that post was going to be seen. I rant a lot in this app and i just didnt think that people would see it. Please dont send anything to them abt me anymore. Please i dont want to start anything like. At all.

Ok i prefer to just move on from this. Bygones be bygones :) 👍.

At the end of the day im just glad i atleast know why they did it 😭😭 but yeah ok thats all have a good day...