Hi silly peasants of yours.
Federica, Italy, 18, reads tons of comics.
Feminist in love with gay fictional characters
and questionable kinds of books.
I draw and I’ll take all your lovely prompts.
Comic Artist, maybe one day.
I don’t do hate and Tags.
Glee, X men, Teen wolf, GOT, Spartacus, Other Marvel stuff.
how about them being so busy, they have to schedule when to have sex? cue post-it notes on fridges and text message to negotiate. (hint: charles simply refuses to wake up an hour early. it’s a hard limit, much to erik’s dismay)
Sorry I haven’t posted anything in a while! This fill got out of hand, and i’ve been feeling kind of brain dead, PLUS I’ve had to do ACTUAL WORK at my job. Sheesh.
In blue half-light of early morning, Charles looks angelic. He’s curled on his side with one pale arm tucked under his pillow, his eyelashes resting in a dark sweep across his cheeks, his mouth parted as he slowly breathes, deep in sleep.
Erik wants to do dirty, perverse things to him.
After a moment he pushes in close and presses a lingering kiss against Charles’ throat, trails his mouth slowly under his jaw and over to the spot beneath his ear that normally drives him crazy. He grazes his teeth there, gently, and whispers softly in Charles’ ear: wake up darling.
Charles remains emphatically asleep.
After a while Erik gives up and goes to jerk off in the shower. It’s not an ideal start to his day, especially when he realizes that he can’t remember the last time he got laid. It’s possible that this is a normal thing for people in committed relationships with full time jobs, but Erik is accustomed to a consistent level of sex in his day-to-day and recently that quota has not been filled.
Things That Give Me Anxiety.
- being late
- things i said five minutes ago
- things i said five years ago
- people touching me
- being around a ton of people
- being yelled at
- wondering if people are talking about me
- every action i do
- and just about everything else