#Let Me Make it Up to You

[kay-elle-cee]

let me make it up to you || Read on Ao3 || 3.4k Words || Rated E

Two weeks ago, James left for a mission in the middle of the night without saying a word. Now he's is back, and Lily's not so quick to forgive.

His eyes flicker between frustration and exhaustion, and, at her silence, they drop to follow the featherlight trace of his hand up her side. His thumb brushes the underside of her breast and he lets out a shaky exhale while she stifles a pathetic whimper. “I’m not going to apologize for following orders, and you’re allowed to be mad. But fuck…I’ve missed you so much.” Slowly, he leans down to kiss her. She doesn’t pull away. “Be mad, Lily,” he says against her lips, thumb brushing a little higher. Lily leans into his touch. “But let me make it up to you.”

[service4marriedmen]

When you fortuitously spill your coffee and Daddy has to change his shirt.

I got on my knees, undid he belt, and looked up and said "here, let me give you a hand with that", while unzipping his jeans.

Like all married men, he offered little resistance and let me make it up to him by taking him my mouth and sucking his beautifully thick cock to completion, swallowing his salty spew as he released it in my mouth, without any warning or hesitation.

Confidence is sexy, swallowing is sexier and I loved swallowing Daddy's long neglected load.

I'll do the same for you: service4marriedmen@yahoo.com

[bookwyrminspiration]

DUDE my dad’s cousin keeps completing the friends quests SO fast when we get paired up and I contribute NOTHING I did 30 out of 500 xp in the most recent one this is madness give me a CHANCE let me HELP

[brother-genitivi]

OP how could you put one of the most beautiful quotes in existence (matthew stover's ROTS novelization) into your dragon age quiz and get my hopes up that you came into the house to spit poetry and then kill me dead with that result. crying sobbing throwing up etc. 😭😭

so sorry anon, I'm so sorry

if you want, I have a quiz I made with more ROTS novelisation quotes about which clone trooper will kiss your forehead (it may analyse you as well)

feel free to look in the reblogs if you don't trust me now 😭 it's full of mostly happy people I promise

[churroach]

Full of Desires

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[theshadowrealmitself]

I like to think that Vulcans who come to understand that Humans just can’t try to process emotions the same way as them, it’s just healthiest to let it out in harmless ways, decide that venting and stuff should be taken just as seriously as Vulcan’s meditation time, and will encourage the Humans around them to complain about what’s upsetting them

People who are used to aloof Vulcans who avoid Humans at all cost running into one comforting a Human

“-and then they said my cheesecake was subpar, and they didn’t even bring a dish!!!”

“The purpose of this event was that every participant brings a food item of sorts, correct?”

“Yeah!!”

“And they did not follow this rule while insulting dishes that were brought?”

“Mostly just my dish but yeah >:(“

“How illogical”

“That’s what I’m saying!!!”

[redsray]

I love the idea of the Wayne kids dropping extremely vague and disturbing comments during galas. Especially when in uncomfortable situations or if they're just bored. They pull out things from their nightlife too. Other times they just make shit up.

Socialite: Oh, dear, your cheeks look so sullen! Who sucked the life out of you?

Tim, dead serious: An old man with a goatee.

Socialite: Uh... what?

Dick: Once I broke my knee so badly that I swear I could see part of the bone sticking out.

Socialite: Good lord. How on earth did that happen?

Dick: Just clumsy gymnast things ^^

Socialite: The white streak is certainly a bold fashion choice.

Jason: I saw someone get decapitated once, so I could be doing worse in terms of what's on my head, yknow? At least I have one.

Socialite: What's your favourite colour, sweetie?

Damian: Red.

Socialite: Oh that's lovely!

Damian: Like the blood of my enemies.

Socialite: Oh.

Socialite: You must be new to these kind of events.

Duke: Uh, yeah, they're kind of scary. But I've had worse.

Socialite: Worse.

Duke: Well I've been left on top of a skyscraper before with no way down just to 'get over my fear of heights' so, yes.

Socialite: You don't talk very loud, do you? I can barely hear you.

Cass, with a straight face: If I spoke any louder every glass in the room would shatter.

Tim, behind her: I can vouch.

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[ambrosiagourmet]

I think one of the biggest tragedies of Laios & Falin and their relationship is how much his actions impact her life. But like. Specifically how much they WOULDN’T impact her life as much if they weren’t both stuck in such a shitty abusive situation.

This part of the Falin-tries-makeup daydream hour comic is what got me thinking about it again because truly it just... it seems like such a like an offhand comment that I'm sure Laios didn't mean to be cruel or anything. That's just like. A little kid not thinking about what they are saying. ESPECIALLY when the kid in question is Laios.

But man they depended on each other SO much as kids. Too much. It really feels like they didn't have any other source of positive reinforcement, or anyone else to share themselves with. So of course an offhand comment like that has a huge impact on Falin.

Or this little bit from one of the flashbacks:

This tears me apart. Do you think it tears him apart to think about? I think it does. I think Laios holds every small failure to care for Falin against himself.

And then there's the Bigger stuff. The way that him coping with his own trauma ended up impacting her.

Like his interest in monsters. Like him going to find a ghost, and accidentally revealing Falin's magic to the whole village in the process.

Like him needing to leave. And leaving her behind.

He shaped her life so much, and he carries so much guilt for it. And again, there should have been other people there to help. The same things that made Laios need to leave home are the things that made his leaving so hard on Falin. She ate alone after that. She shouldn't have had to eat alone just because Laios wasn't there.

She was 9 when he left for school, and he was 11.

Nine. And Laios feels like he failed her because he didn't stand by her through this better. As an eleven year old.

Both of these kids deserved so much better from the world.

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[kay-elle-cee]

Hey! Would love to hear about let me make it up to you please and thank you <3

Doe 🥰 Thanks so much for playing!

let me make it up to you is the next fic I’ll be posting…sometime in January. It’s uh…..angry order!jily smut (I DON’T KNOW WHY MY BRAIN IS ON A SMUT KICK).

I’ll share the banner and a snippet under the cut. 🫶🏼

The words hit her in the chest, and James immediately senses he’s gone too far. His jaw drops, shocked at his own reply, and he steps towards her. “Lily—”

“No.” She puts her hands up; they’re still shaking.

“I didn’t mean—fuck Lily I wasn’t thinking…” he takes her hands in his and brings them to his lips. “Of course I tell you everything.”

His lips bless the pad of each of her fingers, murmurs of I’m sorry in their wake, and she breathes. The anger still simmers in her stomach, but under his touch it ebbs, the pull of James almost too strong for her own good. He kisses her thumb and she gently brushes his lip in return, desire and relief temporarily taking hold.

Hazel eyes flicker up from their hands to meet her gaze, and the look in them—hesitancy, hope, hunger—sends a jolt of electricity up her spine. His voice is low, repentant.

“Lil—”

“No,” she orders again, voice stronger this time even as she shakes her head and tumbles forward into him, mouth capturing any more of his unsaid words and rendering them useless. Large hands cradle her face, the bandage on his left palm an irritating interruption in the warmth of his skin she suddenly finds herself starved for. Lips move quickly, any type of caution thrown out the window as teeth and tongues and breaths and sighs anchor them to this moment, safe from danger.

[saragrosie]

Sketching while streaming s5...

Jonathan Sims I will learn to draw you (this is my doing. I could draw him however I want and I choose to stick with an image of him in my brain that is difficult for me to draw. Masochism.)

Not s5 Mahtins below I enjoyed drawing cuz hes neat:

(Edit: I yassified Martin in the do not separate cuz I wanted his hair fluffier)

[uncanny-tranny]

Honestly, there is a certain type of fetishizing of violence that occurs when you are the victim of abuse - wherein people talk directly to you about how much they fantasize about your abuser/s dying and being killed - "all abusers must be killed!" they say.

As a victim of prolonged abuse, I never felt cared for when people indulged that information to me. It often feels like my abuse is being exploited for others to enact their own violent fantasies and secret desires - my abuse means nothing to them in the same way that I didn't matter to my abusers. It's not support - it's just another cycle of violence.

I'm begging people to care more about victims and survivors than they do about retribution of abusers. Nowhere along the way should your focus on the abuser outweigh the people affected by their abuse. If you truly want to support abuse victims and survivors, start with us

[machinerot]

[nikkisticki]

RULE