#3530

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[honjitsuno1mai]

#3530 @ 東京都大田区羽田空港

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3630 Chicago, IL 12/09/2023

[medicbrainrot]

i don’t know much but there’s no weight at all

Task Force 141 was eating breakfast together in the mess hall, when Simon showed up a few minutes late…

Artemis tilts her head at him, a concerned look on her face: “Simon? Are you alright?”

Simon nodded yes and walked over to the table. He sat down on the seat next to her and leaned forward with his elbows propped up. He smiled and spoke in a calm, quiet voice. 

“I’m fine, Artemis.” He said as if nothing was wrong. Artemis could always see straight through him, but for now he hoped she would believe his words, since he rarely opened up about how he felt.

“Are you sure?” she asks, placing her hand on his forehead, “you’re looking kinda…pale”.

Simon chuckled and shook his head. He leaned his head into her hand and looked up at her, giving her a comforting smile, eyes crinkling through his mask, although she could tell the smile was forced. He was tired of hiding how he felt all the time.

“I’m fine, I promise.” He said softly, closing his eyes but tilting his head to the side to lean into her touch to get a little bit of comfort.

“You’re not coming down with something, are you?” she asks softly.

Simon opened his eyes and turned back towards the table as he sighed. Artemis always had a way with making sure people were okay, which Simon always found quite comforting.

“I’ll be fine, Temi.” He said softly, giving a little half nod. 

“Don’t worry” he paused and thought for a second before speaking up again, his voice lower than usual, “but… I should probably talk to you about something…”

“Yeah, what’s up? Do you want to talk here or somewhere else?” she asks quietly

Simon opened his mouth for a second before closing it again. He looked up at his girlfriend and nodded.

“Can we talk in my quarters? Away from everyone else… you’re the only one I feel safe talking to about this kind of stuff…” he paused and took a deep breath before continuing.

“I have something that’s…been bothering me lately… something that I need to share with someone…”

“Of course, grab something to eat while I clean my stuff up, and I’ll meet you at the door.” She nods to the end of the mess hall room.

“Okay” he nodded and got up to grab a tray and some food before walking to the other side of the room. Once he got there, he sat down, lifted up his mask, and started to eat. While he ate, he thought about what he was about to tell Artemis. He wasn’t sure how she was going to react. The one thing he knew for sure is that he could always trust her.

She sat down next to him while she waited for him to eat. “I’m ready to go to your room when you are” she smiles softly

Simon nodded at her and smiled. He put his fork down and pushed his plate away from him. He sighed and stood up, sliding the mask back down, before looking over at her again.

“I’m ready to go.” He said calmly. He turned his head in the direction of his room and waved his hand to tell her to follow him.

She took his hand and gently rubbed her thumb across the back of his palm while they walked.

Simon felt a chill run down his spine when he felt Artemis’ soft touch on the back of his hand. He looked down at her and smiled softly. When they finally got to his room, he closed the door behind them and leaned back against it for a moment. He slipped off the mask entirely, setting it on the desk. He looked back at her and nodded.

“I’m sorry for bringing you here so suddenly… I just needed someone I could trust.” he paused and sighed before letting out a soft chuckle. “The thing I wanted to talk about… it may sound silly to some people…”

“No, it’s okay, I’m here to listen and help as much as I can” Artemis smiles gently at him.

Simon nodded softly. After taking a moment to take a deep breath, he let out another sigh before speaking again.

“Lately…I’ve been feeling…empty…I know I’m supposed to act tough all the time and to never worry about anything and to just…deal with it…but after everything I went through, and everything I witnessed and had to do, it’s gotten hard not to feel something other than sad a lot of times… You’re the only person I trust enough to let everything out like this.”

“Why don’t we sit down, this is a sitting down type of conversation.” She takes his hand and leads him to the bed, prompting both of them to sit. “How long have you been feeling like this?”

Simon nodded and followed her over to the bed. He sat down on the bed and took a deep breath before thinking back to when everything had started happening. 

“It’s been going on for a while now…” he paused and sighed, “maybe about six months or so. And it’s been getting worse as of recently… Every time I think about what I did in the past, every time I think about something I witnessed, or every time I think about how I had to lose some people. It all just makes me feel guilty.”

“Ok,” Artemis nods softly, “was there a specific event that made you feel like this, or has it been building up?”

Simon paused for a moment and thought of the question. He knew exactly what moment had caused it. The day he lost his entire team during a mission in Brazil. He took a deep breath and spoke quietly.

“It was the day I lost most of my team… we had a mission in Rio. We knew it was dangerous, and we expected something to go wrong… but when we first came in contact with the enemy, I had to witness the people I called my brothers die right in front of me…”

“I remember when you came back from that mission.” Artemis says quietly. “Do you feel guilty for being the only one who came home?”

Simon nodded his head. Guilt and shame were the only things he felt for himself after that day. He felt like a complete failure for letting his team down, even though there was nothing he could have done to change what happened.

“I feel so horribly guilty…that I'm the only one that made it out… I couldn’t do anything to help them…to change what happened… it’s hard to not see myself as a failure for that reason…”

“Simon, are you familiar with the concept of Survivor's guilt?”

“Survivor’s guilt… you mean the feeling some people get when they survive something that their friends or family didn’t?” He paused and looked up at her, waiting for her to continue. He wasn’t really familiar with the term.

“Yes, but it’s a little more complex than that.” She says softly. “It’s used to describe situations where someone feels intensely guilty for surviving something that others didn’t, even though there were circumstances out of their control.”

Simon nodded and listened to what she said. He agreed with what she said about Survivor’s guilt, because everything she said described how he felt ever since that day in Brazil.

“Yeah, I guess that’s how I feel…” He paused for a second before continuing. “It’s like my mind won’t stop going back to that day over and over again, all night, every day… I can’t make it stop, and it’s driving me insane…”

“I want you to try and think logically for a second, okay? I’m going to walk you through a couple of questions, and I want you to try to think logically through them.” Artemis says.

Simon nodded his head and looked at Artemis. He took a deep breath to calm himself down before speaking to her.

“Okay, I should be able to think logically.” He paused. “Go ahead.” He spoke softly, trying to act calm. “I’m ready”

“Were you and your team briefed on what was supposed to happen for the mission?”

“Yes, we were. We were fully briefed on the mission. It was our job to go in there and get rid of anybody who was a suspected insurgent, and to retrieve intel. That’s what we were there for.” He paused and took a deep breath. “We knew what we were getting into. It’s just… we never expected it to go like that…”

“Ok, try to give me shorter answers.” She says gently.

“Was anyone who did not want to go given a chance to back out?”

Simon nodded and looked her in the eyes as he spoke. He tried his best to follow her advice and answer her questions in as few words as he could.

“Yes. Nobody was forced to go. Everyone who went wanted to go. None of them wanted to sit it out, so we all went together.”

“Ok. Did you as lieutenant make sure that your team was ready and had everything they needed prior to stepping off?”

Simon nodded and looked at her before answering.

“Yes. We all had our equipment and we all made sure our guns were checked, everything was good to go. We made sure we were all ready and prepared for anything that could happen. And at the last minute, before we flew out, we all made sure everyone knew their roles and responsibilities.”

“Ok. Did you as lieutenant work to the best of your ability to lead your team?”

“Absolutely. I did everything I could to keep them all safe and alive. I tried to keep them focused on the mission, and I guided them as best I could while we were there. I told them to stay together throughout the entire mission and I told them to keep our eyes open.” He paused and frowned. “I really tried my best to keep them safe and get them all out alive… but that didn’t happen…”

“Ok, shorter answers love, remember? We’re trying to think logically here.”

“Right…” He trailed off for a second.

“I did everything I could, I really did. I did everything a leader is supposed to do.” He paused again and looked down at the floor before speaking again. “But it just wasn’t enough…”

“Ok. I want you to say what you just said, again, minus the last part.”

He took a deep breath and looked up at her. He took a second to think of it again before replying.

“I did everything I could, I really did. I did everything a leader is supposed to do.”

He paused for another second before speaking.

“I just didn’t do everything right enough… I should have done more… I should have been better at what I did…”

“Simon, just say it again, but don’t add anything, just the first two sentences.” She says, squeezing his hands gently.

Simon sighed and then looked back up at her. He took another deep breath before speaking again, trying to stay calm.

“I did everything I could. I did everything a leader is supposed to do.”

“Say it one more time for me.”

Simon groaned and let out a deep sigh, but did as she asked him to. He wasn’t quite sure where this was going, but he went along with it for now.

“I did everything I could. I did everything a leader is supposed to do.”

He let it sink in for a second, waiting for her to speak.

“Ok, good. When everything went south, did you still do everything you could, yes or no?”

Simon nodded his head.

“When things went bad…yes I did, with what I had. I did everything I could do when things took a turn for the worst… even if it wasn’t enough…” He paused for a second and then spoke again. “Yes, I did all I could, even though it wasn’t enough.”

“Just yes or no, Si. When things went bad, did you still do everything you could?”

Simon nodded his head and spoke.

“Yes. Yes, I did my best all the way through. I tried to save them… it just wasn’t enough. Even though I did all I could, it wasn’t enough…” He paused for a second and took a deep breath. “When they died, I couldn’t do anything to stop it, or to save them…”

“Simon, sweetheart,” She places her hands gently on his face. “Just answer yes or no, please. When things went south, did you do everything you could?”

Simon nodded his head.

“Yes…yes I did… I know I'm repeating myself, but I just want to make that clear… I’m sorry.” He paused for a moment before speaking again. “When things went sideways, even though I had very little time, I did everything I could to save them.”

“Ok, repeat after me: ‘I did everything I could’.”

Simon was confused, but he knew that she was trying to help him, so he did as she asked.

“I did everything I could.”

“Say it again”

Simon was confused why he kept repeating that sentence, but he continued to speak.

“I did everything I could” he said calmly.

“One more time” she says as she presses a kiss to his forehead.

“I did everything I could…”  He repeated that sentence once again, like she asked. Artemis’ touch felt comforting, and it felt like he needed that kind of comfort more than he had needed it in a long time.

“When everything went south, did you do everything you could?” she asks softly

He nodded his head, trying his best to keep his anger and his sadness down.

“Yes…yes I did.” He paused again and sighed, trying to keep himself in check. “When things went south, I did everything I could.” He repeats, trying his best to keep his cool.

“Something as big as this takes time to work through, but part of it is learning to be nice to yourself, and acknowledging that you did everything you could in the situation.” she says quietly

Simon stayed quiet for a moment. That did make him feel a little bit better than he had previously. It was the first time in a long time that someone had told him he had done everything he could. Hearing that from Artemis made it seem true.

Simon let out a deep sigh and smiled softly.

“Thank you Temi… I needed someone to say that to me… for a long time now…”

“Of course Simon.” She gently kisses his forehead again. “Survivor’s guilt is something that takes time to work through, but it is possible.”

She gently caresses his cheek. “You are a great leader, and leadership comes with responsibility for your team. But that includes yourself too. Don’t forget that.”

Simon smiled softly as he looked up at her. She always knew how to calm him down in situations like this. She was one of the few people who could make him feel at ease, and he was glad to have her there.

“Thank you… I need to do better for myself, honestly. I always put myself last, and that’s probably not the healthiest way to live my life.” He paused and sighed. “I’ll try to do better… I just hope that someday I can forgive myself…”

“It’ll take time, but I’m here. I’ll be here every step of the way. If you want to talk, cry, scream, yell, or fight someone about it, I’m here.”

Simon sighed and looked over at her. He nodded his head and spoke softly.

“Thank you , Artemis… You really have no idea what your words have meant to me… If I need to vent about it again, I know I can come to you.” He spoke softly and smiled, looking into her kind eyes, seeing the care for him behind her gaze.

“That’s part of loving someone Simon, is being there for all of it, the good and the bad.” She presses a soft kiss to his cheek.

Simon smiled as she kissed him once more, feeling himself grow calmer as he was comforted by Artemis.

“Yes…yes it is…” he spoke softly. “And I really do truly love you, my sweet girl. Thank you for always being here for me. Your kind words have meant the world to me, more than you could possibly know.”

She smiles gently at him “do you have anything else you want to talk about while we’re here?”

Simon thought for a moment.

“I have to say, I’ve always been afraid to bring this up… but there’s one more thing that haunts me about that operation. I’ve kept it hidden out of shame… but I wanted to tell you now that things are moving along…”

He paused for a moment, taking another deep breath.

“There’s one thing I did that I never told you about… One of the men I killed wasn’t an insurgent. He was an innocent civilian.” He spoke quietly.

“Was it an accident?”

Simon nodded his head. 

“Yeah, it was an accident. He was caught in the crossfire when I was trying to take down a suspected insurgent. I didn’t mean to pull the trigger, it was an accident… but I still ended up taking the life of an innocent person. And nothing changes that…” He paused for a moment. “It still bothers me…”

“It wasn’t your fault. It’s the unfortunate nature of warfare, sometimes innocent people get caught up in conflict” she brushes her hand down his face gently. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Simon sighed and let out a deep breath. He was disappointed in himself, and he felt it to his core, but what Artemis said was the cold hard truth of it.

“You’re right… it’s the nature of war.. It could happen to anyone…” He paused and shook his head. “I still wish I hadn't though.. I wish I hadn't been the one to take that man’s life… but I was, and it’s still a part of my past that I have to live with…”

“We’ve all done things we wish we hadn’t. It’s part of being human. But another part of being human is allowing ourselves the grace to move on, to move forwards.” She says gently, reaching down to squeeze one of Simon’s hands.

Simon nodded his head and squeezed her hand back… She was right, and what she was saying was the truth. Humans did make mistakes, and it was part of human nature to do the wrong thing sometimes. And people deserved grace and they deserved to forgive themselves.

“I’m going to try to be kinder to myself…” He paused and sighed. “You’re right…”

“It’s hard to be kind to yourself sometimes.” She says softly. “But you of all people deserve kindness.”

Simon smiled and spoke softly.

“Thank you.” he paused for a moment and then continued. “It’s hard for me because I tend to hold myself to higher expectations than I should… but you’re right, I have to allow myself some kindness.” He sighed. “And I have to remind myself that I’m just a human, and as humans, we all make mistakes. We live and we learn from them.”

“We live and we learn.” Artemis repeats softly, nodding her head.

Simon smiled and nodded. 

“And the best thing we can do is learn from ourselves and not make the same mistakes in the future… that’s what i should be focusing on…” He paused and sighed. “I really have you to thank for that. Your words have helped me to realize that I might always regret the lives I had ended in the past, but I’ve learned from it, and I should continue to learn and focus on the future.”

“Exactly, and if there's days where you find it hard to be kind to yourself, I can be nice enough for the both of us” she says, finally pressing a kiss to his lips.

Simon was taken by surprise, and he blushed as she kissed his lips once again. It was sweet, so much love between those two. He gently kissed her back and smiled, feeling himself become calmer each time she kissed him.

“I don’t think anyone could ever be as kind and gentle and sweet as you, love.” He said softly.

“I love you Simon,” She whispers, “never let yourself forget that.”

“I love you too, my sweet girl…” He whispered and smiled softly. He loved how much effort she was putting into this. She was truly kind and gentle, and he wanted to thank her for it all.

“I will never forget that as long as I breathe. It’s a fact I will carry with me to the grave.”

“Good.” she smiles as she kisses him again.

Simon smiled and met her kiss, wrapping his arms around the beautiful girl and pulling her in for as long as she wanted. He truly loved her more than anyone else in the world. He was so lucky to have her, and he wanted everyone to know just how lucky he was to have a girl like her. 

A/N: Thanks for reading! Likes, reblogs, and feedback are appreciated!

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Dom!Kanto!Mikey x Sub!Virgin!Reader

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a/n: well what am i supposed to say. it happened again. i will say that it needed 3 drafts to even come up with a halfway decent plot and I AM STILL NOT SUPER HAPPY WITH IT. i might write a few more about Mikey with my other drafts. anyways. hope you like it.

Synopsis: Mikey sees a girl at the club who looks completely out of place. Because of his deteriorating mental state, he wasn't really feeling much of anything, but since when he looked at her, he felt something, he decided that he wanted to chase that feeling.

Trigger warnings: afab-reader, dub-con, mentions of unprotected sex, fingering, Oral F, mating press, petnames: Peach, Sugar, Gorgeous, little girl, good girl, baby, princess

word count: 3530

He was at the club. It was already fairly late, and his executives were already fairly drunk. He himself was still relatively sober. He never really liked parties or clubs, but it helped to numb his brain. Mikey's cold eyes were looking down on the dance floor from the elevated balcony of the VIP area. He sighed. He felt nothing. It was all just emptiness. His dark, cold eyes just kept on staring into the large mass of people, dancing and dancing. That's when he spots you. You seem out of place. You were wearing a dress. Furthermore, you look like someone else picked out the dress and forced you into it...it's almost...endearing. He blinked…..he felt something…...his breath quickened…..he wanted you….he needed you….he needed to chase that feeling in his chest. He swiftly walked past his subordinates and the crowd on the dance Floor before he reached you. You were sitting at the bar, with your glasses on your nose, and a look of utter horror. He sat down in the chair next to you. You glanced over at him a few times. You looked so young. "You want a drink?" he asked. You almost squealed when he talked to you. "Uhm, I don't really drink….." You stare at the counter. Your cheeks are turning slightly pink. Mikey looked you up and down, his eyes empty and his face expressionless. He ordered himself another drink and began to lazily drink from it. 

"You aren't from here, correct?" The question caught you off guard. You slowly nodded. "W-what makes you think that?" you replied shyly. You placed a streak of hair behind your ear and began to fidget with your hands. "You don't look like a club person. Very out of place." he responded. His eyes were still fixated on his drink as he kept on drinking from it. You sighed. He was right. You came to this stupid club for your best friend, and now look at you. They left you for some random person, and you were now stuck here.

"Yeah" was all you could say. He gave you a hmm as he kept drinking.

Out of nowhere, he leaned over to you. He went right into your personal space. Your cheeks flushed pink as you stared into his expressionless face. "You wanna get out of here?" was what he asked. It felt like your brain had just shut down. Your eyes went over the features of his face. He was beautiful. The blond locks, the lips, and those eyes that make you feel like he is going to just devour you, like a wild Predator. Those eyes that make you feel like you will get sucked into eternal nothingness. "Yes" you responded without realizing it. He offered you a hand, and you both left the club. He brought you to his motorbike and gave you a questioning look. "Where to?" he asked. You gave it some thought. If you went to his place, you would have to be worried about being taken advantage of. If you go to your place, your roommates might get the wrong idea. You looked at him. You asked yourself why you were there with him in the first place but when you saw his eyes again, you forgot that thought again right away. "My place?" he asked and you were so in a trance that you just nodded. While you were on the road, it seemed to sink. This was where this was going. Your face burned red and you pressed your face against his back as you mustered up the courage to talk "Uhm... I never…..never done this before…." you stammered. "Huh? What? Biking?" he asked. If you didn't know better, you would almost think he was mocking you but his voice remained monotone "N-no. I mean…..going home….with a man and…." he smirked as he observed your expression in his mirror "oh…..is that so?....." that's when he realized. You are untouched. You, a little Virgin, right there on a silver platter for him to ruin.

He remained silent for the rest of the ride until he stopped in front of a house. 

On the side of the house is a small shack that he walked up to, and even though you were very intimidated, you followed him. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. You followed him and saw a normal room. There was a closet, a bed, a table and cushions to sit on. "Sit down wherever you want. I don't really care." he said, then sat on his bed and looked at you. His eyes were still cold, but there was a small smirk on his lips that made you blush.

"T-thank you." you said, bowed down a little, and then sat down on one of the cushions on the ground. You basically kneel in front of him since you sit on your calves.

"So, what's your name?" he asked, his eyes piercing right through you. You stuttered as you told him your name. "You can call me Mikey, Peach." your cheek flushed into a darker pink shade. He called you Peach. "How old are you, Peach?" he leaned back against the wall at his bed. "18…" you answered, and he hummed in response. You both stared at each other for a moment before you decided to say something, but you were interrupted when his phone began to ring. He sighed in annoyance when he rose from the bed and took the phone in his hand. "I will be back in a moment, Sugar." before walking out and closing the door behind him. 

Now you remained behind in the bedroom of a man you just met. You knew what was expected of this situation, and you were still contemplating if that was what you wanted to do, and while your consciousness told you no, your body didn’t want to obey. "Mikey…" you whispered his name. You wanted to feel it roll off your tongue. Something about this man was intoxicating. You weren't able to quite pinpoint what it was, but you knew that it wasn't good. It felt bad, but in the best way possible. It felt like he would grab you and drag you right into his nightmare. Your thoughts trailed away from you. You thought of your friend in the club for a moment and what she would think if she knew where you went and with whom. You thought about your parents, who only said yes because they trusted your friend, and you thought about all the work you put into being a responsible and good person. It felt like this man was the complete opposite of you. As if, while you tried your hardest to be good….he seemed like he never did. He was just himself...and maybe that was what you were craving. That freedom, that risk...

You snapped back when the door opened again, and he came back inside. On his forehead, you saw a vein poking out, which made it obvious that whatever he had to handle over the phone, was not to his liking. You can't help but be worried. "Is everything okay?" you asked politely and he looked at you with an unreadable expression…..suprise, maybe confusion? Regardless, it went back to the tiny smirk right away "Nothing you have to worry that pretty little head of yours for, sugar" that made you flush again. "U-uhm okay…. I'm sorry for prying" he chuckled and shook his head. That chuckle hit you in a way that you didn't expect. It made your blush turn darker and caused a weird, warm sensation in your abdomen. Your breathing quickens, and you had to avert your eyes. That chuckle….it was….menacing. It was charming, dark and had the feel of a villain in a story. The villain that would kidnap the princess and torture her until the end of eternity…...and you loved it with every fiber of your being.

"What's wrong, sugar? Am I making you nervous?" His smirk grew, and you knew he was mocking you. You repositioned your glasses in a feeble attempt to keep your composure. You pulled down your skirt a little. Even when you weren't looking at him, you knew his eyes were looking right at you, and that made that warm feeling in your core just grow hotter and hotter. It was almost unbearable. You almost felt dizzy as you looked back up at him. He walked back over to his bed and dropped himself on it. He leaned against the wall again and then petted the bed next to him for you to sit with him. You stood up with shaky legs as you felt something warm run down your leg, and for a moment you thought you peed yourself, but this was a different feeling. He saw everything, and his eyes grew even darker and his smirk even wider. He held out his hand for you to grab onto, and once you took it….it was over. You were stuck. Fallen under his spell. This dark lord...this sorcerer had you all wrapped up. He pulled you into his lap so that you sat in front of him, your back against his chest. Your brain is all fuzzed up. "You are such a tease, sugar. All about you responds to me as if I'm all that's on your mind~" he whispers into your ear. You felt his breath against your ear. He pressed his nose into the coo of your neck. Your breath is only coming out in shallow and quick huffs. His hand wandered to your thigh. "You would probably not stop me, regardless of what I do to you, right, sugar?" You felt like a doll in his hands. He was right. There was no fighting back. Every time he touched your skin, it felt like he left behind a burning sensation. You gave out a small whimper. "I can smell how wet your are already~ didn't even have to touch you yet~" his fingers ran up your thigh until they reached under your skirt. Your cheeks turn darker. "Cat got your tongue? That's okay~ that's how I like them the most. Obedient and quiet until asked to speak~" you whined as he draws circles around your inner thigh. "I'm so mean for teasing you, huh? You want me to finally do it? Touch you?..... I feel like no one ever touched you like this, huh, sugar? I can't wait to ruin you~" His fingers reached your covered pussy, and you threw your head back on his shoulder and closed your eyes. This was new. It was new, and it felt so wrong and taboo. He was drawing lazy circles over your covered bundle of nerves, and all you could do was lay there in his arms, at his mercy, moaning and whining for that sensation. 

"Fuck, sugar, you're already drenched, and I barely even did anything to you~. makes me want to eat you out so badly. I will devour you, little girl~" he grabbed onto your Panties and pulled them off your legs before holding them in his hand and pressing them in your face for a moment. "Here, can you smell that? It's all you and how much you crave me~ take a deep wiff for me, princess~" then he throws it on the ground. His hand found its way back between your legs, in your skirt, and began to rub up and down your folds, spreading the slick of your juices. Your brain left the building ages ago. Your body is only acting on instinct. His other hand kept your body upright against his chest. He chuckled when he slowly pushed his middle finger inside your tight hole, which caused you to moan out loud and squint your eyes shut. "Keep those pretty eyes open, baby... I want to see them…..fuck...you're so tight...I only put one finger in, and you already clenched around it and barely let me move~"  he began to pump his finger in and out while rubbing your tiny clit with his thumb. You slowly opened your eyes and tilted your head to look into his eyes as he kept fingering you. "Don't forget to breathe, sugar. I wouldn't want you to pass out before we reach the main course." All you could do was nod at him. When he slid the second finger in, your hand found its way to his arm, and your fingers dug into his skin. You felt the veins on his arm and his muscles. It didn't even bother him that you held on to him like that. He began to lick your neck before giving you a firm bit on it. You whimper and whine as he kept pumping into you. You felt a knot bundle up in your abdomen, "ahh, ahh- I'm….I'm gonna-" he interrupted you. "Let it happen, sugar. Do it." and with that, you shouted as you released all over his fingers.

Your vision turned blurry, and your breathing was out of control. He pulled his fingers out of you, which caused you to whine. You saw how he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean of your juices. It made you moan. He then gripped the back of your neck and forced a kiss on your lips. It was fiery, hungry and desperate. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he dominated the kiss with his experience and power. When he let go of you, a line of drool connected your lips. "It's time for me to eat, sugar~. I have a sweet tooth, and you are just the dessert that I want to feast on~" he grabbed onto you and placed you on the bed. He grabbed onto the zipper of the dress and slid the dress over your body. Leaving you with nothing but your bra. "Let's get that off too~" and with that, your bra found the ground as well. He spread your legs and pressed them against your chest to open you wide for him. "Fuck….and nobody ever got to see this before? Fucking shame….but I guess it's good~. This pretty pussy, gonna be all mine~" You were still too delirious to even realize what was happening until he gave you a long and drawn out lick from the bottom of your folds to the top, until he found your clit. He gave it some firm licks before wrapping his lips around it and sucking on it hungrily. Your hands found his hair and pushed him deeper as you moaned and shouted his name. "So fucking delicious~ I could die eating you out. Fuck…" you saw him palming his election through the fabric of his pants and groaning against your cunt, which runs shivers down your spine. "Keep those pretty eyes open, gorgeous. I want to see you cum in my mouth." His tongue invaded your hole, and you felt the feeling in your lower body build up again. Your grip on his hair grew tighter, and he noticed that you were close, so he used even more force behind his tongue. One of his hands began to rub your clit while he licked your hole. There was no holding back anymore as your legs started to shake uncontrollably as you shouted his name and cum all over his face. He straightened his back and sat up. He licked his lips, but all your juices were still running down his jaw and chin.

He pulled down his pants, just enough to reveal his large manhood. His cock was huge. It was huge and girthy, with a pink tip that was oozing out so much precum. It was intimidating and he could see your brain work through your eyes. He gave your pussy a firm slap, which made you whine out. He leaned back down to capture your lips In a kiss before wrapping his hand around your neck. You felt his hips rub against your abdomen. There was no stopping him. "Fuck. I wanna go easy on you but there is no way I can hold back, sugar~" and with that, he held your legs back against your chest. You could feel his tip rubbing against your lips. You couldn't hold back the moans at all. Your eyes were tear struck from all the overstimulation. "Can't….to much~" was all you could bring out bit you saw in his eyes that there was no stopping him. Your glasses start to fog up a little through all the heat in the room. He took off his shirt and threw it across the room. "I hope you are ready, sugar, because I can't wait anymore" and while you were still startled over how quick everything just went he pushed it in, in one motion. A sharp pain pierced through your body and made you scream out. Tears ran down your cheeks as you cried in pain "Out! Pull out! Please stop!" you sobbed and begged but he didn't stop pistoning his hips back and forth. Instead of stopping, he leaned further over you and placed his hand over your mouth. His face finds the coo of your neck as he breathed heavily before speaking "shhhh! It's gonna be feeling good, sugar~ just bare with me, babygirl. Fuck….I can't stop….fuck fuck…" he kept on thrusting into you "it feels so fucking good, sugar~. You might say no but your pussy keeps sucking me in~" He gave your ass a sharp smack, which made you cry more and more. After a while, the pain slowly replaced itself with ecstacy and pleasure. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders before he finally let go of your mouth. No more screaming but moaning left your mouth. He locked his arms under your knees and angered your hips in a way that he hit even deeper than before. Your mind completely blanked off. He took off your glasses and put them aside as he kept thrusting into you. You swear, you could feel him in the back of your throat from how deep he was. He bullied your cervix with every pump of his hips. The knot in your stomach is building up again and you moans grow more and more erratic. A white ring was built around the base of his cock. He kissed and bite your neck, giving you hickies. "Do it, sugar. Cream all over me~" again that chuckle. You lost it and came all over his cock. 

He didn't stop. He continuously kept fucking into you. "Fuck, I'm close, sugar~ you will let me cum inside? Right? Fuck, I know you will be a good girl~" 

After a few more thrusts, he shot his cum deep inside of you but kept on moving to push it extra deep. After a while, you felt that he didn't stop moving, and that gave you the shocking revelation that he is still rock hard.

You looked up into his face. Your eyes widened in surprise when you see his expression. His face had no smirk on it anymore. No nothing. It was just a look of determination. It looked like his mind blacked out, and it's only acting on some sort of dark impulse. His eyes are dark, piercing right through you. He stopped talking and only grunted and growled like an animal. This was different from before. Right now, you are his prey, and he is the hunter. You felt the next climax approaching and held onto him because you felt like you would fall apart If this kept on going for too much longer. His hand found its way around your neck again and kept on pressing down. Chocking you, and making you fight for air. You came all over him once more and felt like you were on the brink of losing consciousness before you heard him shout out once more before he shot another load of hot, sticky cum inside your used hole.

Finally, he slowed down and eventually stopped. He collapsed on you and panted. You felt him tremble on top of you. Something seemed wrong. His face shifted to one that could only be compared to that of a child. He was scared. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight. Holding his head in your chest. Your hand tangled its fingers with his hair while the other hand was rubbing his back. 

His arms slowly wrapped around your hips. His cock was still buried inside of you, but he was not hard anymore. He held you tight, and a silent sob was audible. "There is no way in fucking hell that I will let you go. You are mine now. You hear me??! Mine. You were made for me…….mine. Only mine."

In a way, this felt like sealing a deal with the devil himself, yet you weren't afraid….rather it felt like pure bliss. 

This man could ruin your life, and you were okay with that. 

"Only yours." you breathed out before passing out.

You fell asleep with a wide smile on your lips, and the man who claimed your body was on top of you.

It felt good. It felt right, and you knew that he would never let you go anymore….and that's alright with you.

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Day 3530 - 1 August 2023

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You'll Accompany Me Chp 18

Warnings- Some angst, fluff, mild descriptions of childbirth

Word Count- 3530

A/N- Sorry this has taken so long, but the series is finally finished! I'll be posting a chapter a week until the last one. I hope you all enjoy it!

It had been a month since Jensen had proposed to Y/N, and things were going well. She was still working on getting ready for the arrival of their baby. She was due to go to her next appointment to check on her condition later that afternoon, and Jensen had been trying to get her to reconsider not finding out the gender. 

“Seriously, honey, you don’t want to know what it is?” he asked, his tone almost begging. 

“No, Jay. I want it to be a surprise. Everything hasn’t gone so well since I found out I was pregnant, and I just want this one thing to be something to look forward to,” she chuckled. 

“How many times do I have to apologize for what I did, huh? I’ve tried to make it up to you in every way I know how. You know I’ll never forgive myself for it, so why did you have to bring it up?” he responded, his voice cracking with emotion at the end. 

“Jay…” she sighed, reaching for his hand, but he pulled it away. 

She knew that she’d struck a nerve, but she also needed him to let her explain how she was feeling, and she couldn’t do that if he wouldn’t even look at her. She reached for him one more time just for him to pull away again, not even looking in her direction. Not giving him the chance to withdraw from her, she cupped his face in her hands and turned his face to look at her. 

“I want you to listen to me, okay? Yes, what happened was hard, but that wasn’t what I was referring to. The fact that I was ordered on bed rest because of a serious health condition that could hurt me and the baby was a lot to deal with. Me being so stubborn and taking so long to forgive you and cut what time we could’ve been enjoying this pregnancy together is something else I have to live with. And I kick myself in the ass for that every day, but I have forgiven you, Jay. I really have. So, please, stop beating yourself up over it, and thinking that every time I bring up what a hard time I’ve had, that it means I’m talking about that, okay?” 

She could see his eyes begin to tear up, and she felt horrible. This isn’t where she wanted the conversation to go, but now she had to try and fix it. With a sigh of regret, she pulled him to her, kissing him softly, and wrapping him in a hug. She could feel the tension all over him, so she slowly ran her hand through his hair, whispering apologies and how much she loved him over and over until she could feel him start to relax. He eventually pulled away to look at her, and it compounded her guilt. He looked heartbroken. 

“Jay, I’m so sorry. Please believe me when I tell you that I forgave you a long time ago, and nothing I said was about that,” she whispered, hugging him around his waist and resting her head on his chest.

“It’s okay, baby. I believe you. I just…” he paused, looking down at her, her eyes letting him know she was listening and wanted to hear what he had to say, “I’ve never forgiven myself for leaving you like that, and I think that stress is what may have caused your preeclampsia in the first place. And that makes me feel like the biggest piece of shit on the planet.”

“Please, Jay, forgive yourself. I did a long time ago. I was just too stubborn to admit it, and I’m sorry. But, baby, that had nothing to do with what happened to me. It happens to a lot of pregnant women, and you had absolutely nothing to do with it. I love you, Jensen, and if knowing the gender will make you feel better, then that’s what we’ll do,” she smiled, squeezing his middle in a tight hug. 

“We don’t have to find out if you really don’t want to. That wouldn’t be fair,” he sighed in contentment, kissing the top of her head. He loved her hugs. 

“No, it’s okay. Maybe it would be helpful in the end. That way we could buy exactly what we need without getting everything gender neutral,” she giggled as he tickled her ribs. 

“You have any idea how much I fucking love you?” 

“Probably not as much as I love you,” she sassed back, laughing when he sighed in faux annoyance. 

“Always busting my balls, Y/L/N.” he deadpanned, trying to hide his smile. 

“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

“No. No I wouldn’t, darlin’,” he replied, pulling her into his lap. She’d never know how grateful he was to have her there. To have her, period. 

Y/N’s knee was bouncing with nerves as they sat in the doctor’s office later that afternoon. She was hoping for a good report and that she could lift some of her restrictions and be more active. Not being able to do much other than cook, light cleaning, and lying around was starting to drive her a little insane. But, something was eating at her that everything wasn’t going to be okay, and she couldn’t shake that feeling. She’d been having small Braxton Hicks contractions, but other than that, everything was progressing as it should. But something just wouldn’t let her feel like everything was fine. 

She jumped slightly as the nurse called her name to lead her back to the exam room. She didn’t think Jensen had noticed how nervous she was, but he had. As she stood, he took her hand, kissing it lightly and giving it a little squeeze to tell her without words that he was there and it would be okay. If only she could believe it. She hadn’t been in the small room long before Dr. Williams walked in with her million-watt smile she always had. It had always put Y/N at ease, but not today. 

“Good afternoon, mom and dad. How are we feeling today?” Dr. Williams asked, sitting down on the small stool and getting everything prepared for the exam. 

“I’m not going to lie. Other than the normal Braxton Hicks, nothing is going on, but I just feel like something is going to go wrong with the exam today,” Y/N answered honestly, Jensen looking over at her, one eyebrow raised in confusion and concern. She hadn’t mentioned feeling that way to him. 

“It’s fine, Y/N. A lot of mothers have that feeling at this stage of pregnancy, and especially if they have complications. Do we still not want to know the gender?” 

“No. Y/N agreed to find out this time,” Jensen replied quickly, his big smile letting Y/N know she’d made the right decision. If this made him feel just a little better about the pregnancy, then he deserved that. 

“Okay, then. How about we get the exam over first to ease mom’s worries, and then we’ll do the ultrasound. That sound good to you two?” 

“Sounds good,” Y/N and Jensen answered simultaneously, making all three of them chuckle. 

Y/N took a deep breath as the doctor started her exam. Having her cervix checked was never a fun time, and she hated it, but it had to happen. Luckily, it was usually over quickly. But she noticed that Dr. Williams was taking longer than normal this time, and her breathing started to pick up and her heart began to race. It didn’t help when she looked up and saw a concerned look on the woman’s face. Jensen had noticed, too, and before Y/N could say anything, Jensen was speaking. 

“What’s wrong, doc? Is everything okay? Is there something wrong with Y/N or the baby?” he rapidly fired the questions at the doctor, his palms beginning to sweat with nervousness. He didn’t know what he would do if something was wrong. 

“Just calm down, everyone. There’s nothing major going on,” Dr. Williams began before taking a breath to tell them what she had found, “But, Y/N is completely effaced and dilated to 5 centimeters.” 

“What the hell does that mean? She’s only thirty-five weeks along. There’s no way she can be dilated!” Jensen shouted, his fear beginning to take over and panic setting in. 

“What?! I can’t be. It’s too early! I can’t have the baby now,” Y/N cried, tears starting to slip down her cheeks.Something was wrong and she knew it, knew something was wrong with her baby. 

“Everyone calm down. This isn’t unheard of with women that have preeclampsia. Yes, it’s a little early, but the baby will probably be just fine.” 

“Probably?! I’m not fine with a probably,” Jensen was yelling now. 

“Mr. Ackles, many women have babies at this stage and most are just fine. Of course, I can’t give you an absolute guarantee, because there isn’t any when it comes to these things. But, I can tell you that I think mom and baby are going to be just fine. Now, I have to go get her a room ready for labor and delivery. A nurse will be down soon to get her moved to that floor. I know this isn’t easy, but I need you both to try and be as calm as you can. That’s what’s going to help mom and baby get through this happy and healthy,” Dr. Williams smiled, patting Jensen on the shoulder as she left the couple alone to try and come to terms with their impending situation. 

“Jay…” Y/N’s trembling voice brought Jensen out of his panic. He was by her side in an instant, running his hand over her head, and kissing her face. 

“It’s okay, honey. Everything’s going to be okay,” he whispered while soothing her, hoping that he would eventually believe his own words. 

“But what if it’s not? What if the baby is too small and…” she began to cry when he interrupted her. 

“No, uh uh. You’re both going to be fine, baby. This is a great hospital, and babies are born more prematurely than ours all the time and are just fine. All you need to worry about is taking care of yourself and bringing our little peanut out to meet us. Okay? I’ve got everything else,” he reassured her, even though he felt as if he would crumble at any moment. 

She nodded her head and cried. She knew that she had a rough journey ahead of her, and she would need all the strength she had to deliver the baby. But she couldn’t stop worrying about whether he or she would be okay. And she knew she had to have Jensen make her a promise before all the craziness got started. 

“Jay, no matter what happens in there, you stay with the baby. No matter what,” she begged, knowing she couldn’t do this without that promise. 

“Y/N…” 

“No, Jay. You have to promise me. Please, I'm begging you. Take care of our baby if anything goes wrong. Please promise me Jay,” she wailed, the tears and fear of what could happen overtaking her. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I promise, honey. I'll stay with the baby no matter what. But you have to make me a promise. You gotta promise me that you’ll do everything you can to be okay. We’re both going to bring this precious baby home together. You hear me?” he pleaded, his tears finally breaking free and dropping down to her forehead where he had rested his against it. 

“I promise,” she whispered, reaching up to cup his face and kiss him softly, just as the door opened and the nurse came in. 

“Ms. Y/L/N, we’re here to take you upstairs.” 

“I’ll be right behind you,” Jensen kissed her one last time as the nurse walked over to wheel her up to delivery in her bed.

“See you soon, handsome,” she smiled, squeezing his hand as they began to wheel her out of the room. 

Jensen was pacing the floor waiting for the nurse to come tell him he could be with Y/N. Once they had gotten her upstairs, they told him he needed to wait outside in the hall while they got her settled in and hooked to all the monitors, and an IV inserted. He had already made all the phone calls he needed to make. Jared and Gen were on their way, his parents were heading out as soon as they could, and Dee and the kids knew that she would be delivering soon, and wanted to wait until she was in recovery before they came to visit. All he was waiting on now was the okay to be with his future wife. It felt like an eternity before the nurse came out and took him in to see Y/N. Dr. Williams was there when he walked in. 

“Hello, Mr. Ackles. I’ll get you up to speed on what’s happening. Sorry, it took so long to bring you in, but her water broke when we moved her to her new bed. So, that means that there’s an increased risk of infection if her labor doesn’t progress in a timely manner. Which means that I put her on a Pitocin drip through her IV. Unfortunately, that means her contractions will be more intense than usual, but that also means that little Ackles will make their debut sooner.” 

“Okay, so what do I need to do?” he asked, completely at a loss about what he should be doing. 

“Same thing you did with your other three children when your wife was in labor,” the doctor said, a look of confusion on her face. 

“Well, see, that’s the problem. All three of my other kids were scheduled c-sections. I never had to go through the labor part of it,” he answered sheepishly, feeling stupid for not knowing what to expect. 

“Oh! Well, then that makes sense,” the doctor giggled, “No need to be embarrassed. Just do whatever you can to help her be comfortable, and be her support when she needs encouragement. Other than that, buckle up and enjoy the ride. This will be a completely different but amazing experience for you.” 

“O-Okay,” he stuttered, a little overwhelmed with everything going on around him.

“Jay, it’s okay. Just come sit beside me, please,” Y’N’s voice broke him out of his stupor, her tired smile and outstretched hand making his legs finally work to have a seat by her side. 

“How are you feeling, baby?” he asked, running his hand over her head. 

“Remember that scene from Alien?” she chuckled dryly. 

“The chest burster?!” he gasped at the visual image in his head. 

“Yeah, that one. Kinda like that,” she frowned as a strong contraction hit. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe. It’s going to be okay,” he huffed, her hand feeling like it was going to crush his  fingers as she squeezed. 

Jensen kept repeating to her that everything was fine and that she was doing amazing, and that it would all be over soon as each contraction had her gritting her teeth and crying in pain. He hated seeing her in so much pain, and he would do it for her if he could. But since he couldn’t, he stayed by her side with words of encouragement, little kisses on her face and head, and wiping the sweat away with a cool cloth. And after what felt like an eternity, the doctor told them that it was finally time for her to push. 

The flurry of activity in the room as the doctor and nurses prepared to help bring their baby into the world had his head spinning, but he tried to keep his focus on Y/N, and do everything he could to make it as easy as he could for her. Once the doctor told him to hold Y/N’s leg up, he knew the show was starting, and he didn’t know if he wanted to jump for joy, throw up, or pass out. 

“Jay. I can’t do this,” she cried after twenty minutes of pushing, her body feeling as if it would give out at any moment. 

“Yes you can, baby. You’re doing so good. They’re almost here, and we’ll know soon whether we have a son or daughter,” he whispered in her ear, kissing her temple, “I’m so fucking proud of you, honey. You’ve got this.” 

‘Come on, Y/N. I can see the head now. Just a few more pushes,” the doctor yelled out, making Jensen look down. 

“Don’t you dare look at that! It’ll scar you forever,” Y/N screamed, groaning through another contraction. 

“Baby, nothing could ever make me think any differently of you,” he said sweetly, looking back down to where the doctor was, “Oh my God! Honey, I can see the head! It has so much hair!” 

Jensen was elated. He couldn’t have imagined that this experience would’ve been so profound. Of course, seeing his other children being brought into the world through c-section was absolutely amazing, too. But this was a completely different ballgame. 

“Okay, Y/N. One more big push and you’ll meet your baby,” the nurse beside her said, holding her leg up higher to give her more leverage to push. Jensen followed suit, and leaned back to Y/N. 

“Come on, baby. You can do it. One more and we get to see our baby,” he cooed, kissing her forehead as she gave one last push. 

The sound of a loud cry pierced the room, and Y/N and Jensen both let out cries of their own at the wonderful sound. She’d done it. She’d endured the worst pain of her life, and now, her son or daughter was there, screaming for the whole delivery floor to hear. She’d never heard such a beautiful sound in her life. She continued to cry tears of joy as Jensen kissed all over her face, his tears mixing with hers, him showering her with praise for what a great job she had done.

“Mr. Ackles, would you like to cut the cord?” Dr. Williams asked, a bright smile on her face, “You have a very healthy baby over here.” 

Y/N and Jensen began to sniffle at her words. Their baby was perfectly healthy. All the worry of them being premature and having complications melting away. Jensen walked over to cut the cord. His breath caught in his throat when he looked down, the doctor smiling at him. 

“How about you cut this cord, and then you can go tell mama what the gender is, huh?” 

Jensen just nodded. He was speechless. This experience had been one of the most nerve-wracking but beautiful he’d ever had, and he couldn’t wait to tell Y/N what the gender was. Once the cord was cut, and the baby cleaned and wrapped up, Jensen slowly walked back to his fiancee, a face-splitting smile on his face. 

“Honey, would you like to hold our son?” he asked, a tear slipping down his cheek at the way Y/N’s face lit up with his words. 

“It’s a boy?” she whispered, her voice breaking with all the emotion she was feeling. 

“It’s a healthy little boy,” he beamed with pride, gently placing their son in his mama’s arms. 

“Oh my God, Jay. He’s beautiful, and just perfect,” she said with awe, kissing the little boy’s nose, forehead, and cheeks. 

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” he hiccuped with emotion, placing kisses all over her face between every word of thanks. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Jay.” 

“Yes, I do, baby. I have to thank you for being my friend all those years, for giving me the chance to be your boyfriend, for forgiving me when I fucked up so royally, for agreeing to be my wife, and especially for giving me what I didn’t even know I needed, another baby to love. So, yes, darlin’, I’ll owe you thanks every day for the rest of my life,” he whispered, afraid all the emotions he was feeling would take his voice if he tried to speak any louder. 

“I love you so much, Jay,” she smiled through tears, reaching up to cup his face. 

“I love you more than I’ll ever be able to tell you, baby,” he leaned down to capture her lips in a soft, quick kiss. 

Jensen leaned back to look down at Y/N and their son. The love in her eyes as she looked at their son took his breath away. How could he have been so selfish to have even thought to deny her this? She was going to be a great mother, and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with her, raising their kids, and just loving her. He knew at that moment just what a lucky son of a bitch he was, and he was going to do his damnedest to never take that for granted again.

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"a maneira que você rasteja pelo céu noturno" ☆ nicholas alexander chavez ☆ namorado rockstar ☆ one-short!

resumo: nico chavez é um puta de um putífero rockstar que está cada vez mais alcançando a fama internacional, mas que é extremamente fiel e leal a sua musa inspiradora (a leitora) ao ponto de adorá-la e devorar ela quase todos os dias - principalmente nas noites e madrugadas de shows, quando ele recebe toda uma descarga elétrica de adrenalina e tesão.

notas da autora: fiquei engatilhada quando me deparei com a foto do meio dele usando essa regatinha no que aprece um barzinho (???) e pensei: "por que não juntar uma paixão e obsessão minha antiga (o rock n' roll) com minha novíssima obsessão nesse macho suculento?", dito e feito!!! saiu essa historiazinha meio suja, meio depravada, meio assim não sei... coisas da minha cabecinha!!! espero que vocês curtam e boa leitura bebês ❤ (!!!)

avisos: MENORES DE 18 ANOS, NÃO INTERAGIR!!!, sexo desprotegido (a leitora usa método contracptivo MÃS se protejam na vida real!!!), uso de apelidos e referência em terceira pessoa a leitora (acho que assim é melhor para minha fluidez na escrita aassim como na composição estética do texto), palavras de baixo calão, o Nico sendo meio putífero e bobão ao mesmo tempo. SEM REVISÃO.

idioma: pt-br

contagem de palavras: 3530

playlist que escutei pra inspirar: deftones mix

Os dedos deslizaram ágeis pelas cordas da guitarra, pressionando-as enquanto a outra mão paletava, arrancando da gibson preta um som rasgado e distorcido provocado pelos pedais que ele pressionava com a ponta do tênis surrado, com a camurça puida e desbotada de seus vans pretos.

Braços expostos pela camiseta de mangas rasgadas com a logo de sua banda, uma camada de suor davam a sua pele bronzeada uma luz gloriosa. Fios de cabelos cobreados pregados na testa, o calor que a pequena multidão somadas ao espaço mínino comprimido seus pulmões já afetados pelos cigarros que fumava, um atrás do outro – era uma espécie de milagre ele ter um puta de um fôlego como o que tinha. Aliás o bendito cigarro estava ali, preso nas extremidades das cordas da guitarra, a fumaça formando uma final linha enquanto ele tocava seu solo.

Ele era um deus iluminado pelos feixes de luz amarelo-ocre, vermelho-pimenta e verde-menta, que se convergiam tocando sua pele, iluminando-a em um prisma magnético de cores que pareciam irradiar dele. Um deus encarnado.

Nicholas sorria deleitando-se do solo da sua melhor música – uma composição sobre um amor sereno que tocou-lhe a alma mas com um sexo surreal de humano que o fazia transcender enquanto fudia, era fudido e tremia enquanto gozava. A letra era tipicamente suja com palavrões aqui e ali e muitas citações sobre sexo, prazer e orgasmos de tremer o corpo. A plateia daquela pequena casa de shows estava em êxtase, muitas eram mulheres loucas para se jogarem naquele homem, porém como sabiam que a aliança no dedo anelar esquerdo dele não era apenas enfeite, a maioria se contentava em ficar estacadas no chão admiradas com aquele homem e jogar calcinhas e sutiãs (alguns usados) no palco. Lógico que haviam as mais ousadas que arriscaram tirar uma casquinha dele aqui e ali quando ele descia para a plateia, encostando em seu rosto, seus braços e peitos grandes, às vezes tentando abraçar ou beijar-lhe.

Nicholas estava acostumado com aquele comportamento, mesmo que muitas das vezes não gostava e dava um chega pra lá nas mãos inconvenientes, aquilo tudo fazia parte da performance do seu eu-artista: uma postura completamente maluca e sem pudores nos palcos, fumando e bebendo enquanto conversava com sua plateia dando o máximo de atenção, às vezes convidando pessoas para subir no palco e cantar com ele, por vezes deixando uma ou outra mão esfregar seu rosto e no seu torso. Tudo fazia parte para um bem maior: quanto mais a popularidade dele crescia nas redes sociais onde vídeos e mais vídeos dele sendo extremamente atencioso com seus fãs corriam, mais aumentavam seus números em suas redes sociais privadas, a da banda e o mais principal: o número de vendas e streamings dos álbuns musicais tinham uma elevação progressiva.

Logo logo Nicholas Alexander Chavez estaria abrindo shows para bandas de renome, se apresentando em festivais até finalmente sair em turnê liderando o Blasfêmius em shows e mais shows individuais. Para ele o que importava era a fama e o sucesso. Mas, mais importante do que aquilo tudo era a mulher da sua vida que estava nos bastidores do pequeno palco, olhando-o com o mesmíssimo olhar de admiração que lhe lançava todas as vezes quando o via se apresentar ao vivo, como pela primeira vez. 

Ve-lo tão concentrado tocando sua guitarra a levava diretamente para o exato dia em que se conheceram: não poderia ser menos clich�� do que num show de rock, onde Nico e seus amigos estavam na plateia para apoiar a banda que estava tocando naquela festinha de fundo de garagem. Assim que ele apareceu, alto e musculoso, com uma regata surrada preta, calças largas, tênis pretos, um cigarro entre os dedos longos segurando sua cerveja gelada, o coração da moça (e de mais da metade ali presente) congelou de paixão. Logo veio uma ardência ao vê-lo de perto quando o mesmo atravessou o cômodo da sala, exalando colônia mentolada, desodorante e nicotina; o nariz reto e fino, os lábios carnudos desenhados, os olhos escuros que fixaram nela por minutos a fez entrar em combustão instantânea. Naquele momento que olhos se cruzaram e sorrisos mínimos foram trocados, ambos sabiam que iriam sair daquela festa juntos. Em questão de minutos, Nicholas já estava puxando papo com a bela moça que roubou-lhe o coração e sua noite, a levando de volta para casa em seu carro, beijando-lhe com vontade, apertando-a e mordiscando-a com fome, ficando louco de tesão e paixão quando ela escreveu seu nome e número com uma caneta perdida entre as coisas dele no porta-luvas, dando-lhe um beijinho singelo de despedida com sabor cerveja e cereja misturados ao cigarro que ele fumou durante o caminho. 

Desde então se tornaram uma só carne, um só espírito. Onde ele ia, ela o acompanhava e vice-versa. Foi natural a mudança para um apartamento maior com os gatos dela e as plantas e discos de vinis dele, assim como a troca de alianças e o planejamento para o casamento que viria logo após a gravação do disco deles em um estúdio profissional. A vida deles estava realmente acontecendo.  

E tudo culminava na onda de sensações que eles sentiam um pelo outro, como sempre fosse uma repetição sem fim das primeiras vezes deles… Os beijos sempre tinham um sabor distinto, os carinhos eram sempre confortáveis e as fodas pelos cantos do apartamento pareciam sempre desdobrar em novos prazeres inimagináveis. Vê-lo tocando tão imerso a sua música, os olhos agora fechados enquanto finalizada a linha do seu solo de guitarra, ela percebeu o puta tesão que se encontrava: a calcinha deveria estar ensopada, estava se tremelicando toda ao associar a forma como seus músculos ondulação quando ele a dedava. As veias salientes das mãos esguias até os antebraços pulsava aquele sangue quente dele, a deixando inebriada.

Puta merda, ela precisava dar pra ele imediatamente. 

Mas ela se controlou. O show acabou com uma música final ao violão, só a voz de Nicholas preenchendo cada espaço do local. Era sua nova composição feita especialmente para sua amada – ele cantava sobre uma paixão confortável e que ele iria carregá-la consigo até os fins de seu tempo na terra. Obviamente sua namorada se emocionou nos bastidores, encarando-o com um olhar de pura apreciação e amor por aquele homem.

Nicholas saiu do palco, pegou uma toalha que um dos assistentes lhe estendeu, a abraçou com um braço, carregando-a consigo em direção ao camarim, secando seu suor de qualquer jeito. Sua voz estava rouca e cansada:

— E aí linda? O que achou do show de hoje?

— Você merece o mundo e mais um pouco Nico! Sério! Puta que pariu que solo foi aquele!? Tu fudeu com tudo!

— Fudi é? — Seu tom era brincalhão mas ao fitá-lo atenciosamente, aquelas íris castanhos tão escuras que chegavam ser quase pretas, ela notou um brilho malicioso ali, guardado no fundo, prestes a se revelar. Sorrindo sapeca ela respondeu:

— Fodeu, mas acho que ainda dá pra fuder um pouquinho mais! 

— Que bom saber isso. Muito bom mesmo! 

Riu anasalado, dando um beijinho carinhoso no topo da cabeça dela, apertando-a de leve naquele abraço de lado enquanto iam para o pequeno lugar reservado aos artistas no fundo daquele lugar. Ali ele foi rápido: pegou sua mochila e a guitarra em seu case que um dos assistentes o trouxe, trocou breves palavras com os rapazes da banda, se despediu, pegou sua namorada pela cintura a arrastando até a área de trás da casa de shows, onde o Chevette SL 1980 em seu vermelho brilhoso os aguardavam. Era um dos xodós de Nicholas, um presente que seu pai lhe deu no seu aniversário de 18 anos. 

Entraram e se acomodaram, Nicholas ligou o rádio dando o play no toca-cds que começou a reproduzir o cd que estava nele. Foram para o apartamento entre um silêncio confortável e breves comentários de como estava as ruas naquelas altas horas da madrugada; passaram em um drive-thru para terem o que comer rápido. No elevador ficaram agarradinhos, ela segurando as sacolas com o lanche quente, ele segurando o case da guitarra e sua mochila. Entraram no apartamento sendo recebidos pelos dois dos quatro gatos que tinham, Pudim e Lagosta, e um cheiro morno de casa limpa e plantas úmidas – Nicholas havia regado a maioria na parte da manhã e elas ainda estavam exalando aquele cheirinho refrescante de terra úmida. 

— Você vai querer comer agora amor? 

— Não — Nicholas respondeu enquanto sua namorada ia até a cozinha conjugada com a sala, ainda na porta de entrada, tirando tênis e meias do pés cansados: — vou tomar um banho pra relaxar primeiro… — Sorriu sugestivo, caminhando até onde a namorada estava, abrindo a sacola de papel pardo retirando as embalagens do lanche. Ele jogou a mochila no sofá, se espreguiçou todo sentindo alguns ossos estralar nos seus ouvidos. Encarou ela de cima a baixo: — Se você quiser me acompanhar…

— Pode ir na frente amor, to numa fome daquelas.

— Tá bom, se você diz… — Nicholas soltou meio frustrado, sentindo que sua namorada estava se esquivando dele de alguma forma. Foi tomar banho com a cabeça cheia de coisas, era como se ela estivesse o punindo por algo – na sua fértil imaginação, ela talvez ficou com ciúmes de alguns fãs naquela noite, uma calcinha jogada aqui e ali, uma tentativa de beijar ele… Nada fazia sentido. Saiu do banho renovado, exalando a sabonete de coco e os cabelos com seu xampu e condicionador de capim e limão. Vestiu sua roupa para dormir que nada mais era que um shortinho minúsculo de algodão preto de corrida e uma camiseta preta folgada, indo até a cozinha onde encontrou sua amada devorando seu hambúgure sentada na banqueta da ilha da cozinha deles. Sorriu, ela havia já deixado seu lanche preparado ao lado dela, se sentou e começou a pegar algumas batatas-fritas para comer:

— Carallho, isso é a melhor coisa do mundo, né?

— Comer porcaria em plena madrugada? Sim! — Ela  riu, bebendo seu refrigerante de laranja. Nicholas a observou diante a meia-luz do lugar, sentindo o peito se encher de carinho e desejos por aquela mulher. Típico. Enquanto ela limpava as pontas dos dedos engordurados com a boca, seus movimentos sendo milimetricamente seguidos pelos olhos escuros de Nicholas, ele decidiu falar um pouco:

— Amor… O que você acha que será de nós daqui uns meses… Anos?

— Por nós você quer dizer eu e você, ou nós seria você e a banda?

— Tudo.

— Hmnnn, boa pergunta — ela largou o sanduíche quase terminando no prato, o olhou analisando seu belo rosto, muitas coisas passando em sua mente naquela hora: — pra ser sincera eu nunca parei para realmente pensar nisso de forma, hmnn, sei lá… muito específica, se você me entende… Mas bem, se você quer uma imagem, eu posso te descrever exatamente o que me vem na cabeça agora!

— Okay, fala! — Disse ele se empolgando com aquilo. As conversas aleatórias que eles costumavam ter, principalmente nas madrugadas pós-show, sempre o deixavam empolgado e otimista com os rumos das suas coisas. Ouví-la sempre era uma descarga gostosa de pensamentos novos, sonhos renovados e amores que ele sentia por ela. Ele se acomodou ficando mais de lado, seus joelhos tocando nas pernas dela, aquela intimidade prazerosa que eles tinham e os uniam. Deitou a cabeça na sua mão na bancada gelada, olhando-a com os olhinhos brilhando. Ela sorria enquanto descrevia o que vinha na sua mente:

— Vejo eu e você juntinhos e bem felizes na nossa casinha, uma de tijolos vermelhos com portas e janelas de madeira, um quintal enorme cheio de plantas e uma enorme árvore centenária nela, nossos gatos bem quietinhos dentro de casa, e é lógico… Uma Nicolhas bem fofinha correndo no quintal enquanto você tenta a pegar —

— Uma Nicholas? 

— Sim! Vai ser uma menina com a sua cara! E você vai estar correndo atrás dela porque a sapequinha acabou de pegar a nova composição de mais uma álbum de sucesso que virá, depois dos Blasfêmius terem retornado de uma mega turnê mundial. E seremos felizes. Eu estarei consolidada na minha carreira, bem estabelecida, rica… Nossa filha será um anjinho e você… bem, você continuará talentoso, gostoso e completamente obcecado por mim! — Piscou pra ele, soltando uma risada gostosa que o levou a rir junto dela. Não poderia concordar menos. Ele a puxou para um abraço apertando, sussurrando no seu ouvido:

— Eu te amo pra um caralho viu? — Voltou a ficar reto, pegou as últimas batatas-fritas as socando na boca: — E essas são as melhores batatas-fritas da minha vida, puta que pariu! Não poderia pedir mais que isso! 

Ambos voltaram a rir, se olhando com aquele brilho profundo de amor e companheirismo. 

O ritual para deitar na cama era o mesmo, todos os dias: ela sempre era a última a tomar seu banho mas sempre a primeira a escovar os dentes e fazer seu pequeno momento em cuidar da pele. Ele a seguia, escovando os dentes, passando o fio-dental naquela linha perfeita que era seu sorriso alvo, lavando o rosto com um sabonete em gel para aplicar uma fina camada de loção hidratante na pele sedosa. Os cabelos já estavam secos e meio rebeldes. Nicholas a olhou pelo reflexo do espelho enquanto ela esfregava o rosto com seu sabonete em gel, que espumava branco na sua pele, achando a coisinha mais linda do mundo. Ambos costumavam se vestir com as mesmas roupas para dormir; ela com um blusão antigo dele e a calcinha de algodão. Querendo ou não aquilo despertava ainda tremores de desejo no corpo de Nicholas. 

Deitaram-se de conchinha, ele sendo o maior, encaixando-se no corpo da namorada perfeitamente. Mãos unidas, a bunda dela encaixada no colo dele, a respiração quente e mentolada dele no pescoço dela. Não pregaram os olhos.

Havia uma sensação de dia inacabado pairando no ar quente e tenso. Ela sentiu a umidade no fundo da calcinha, o período fértil voltou com aquela onda cruel que irradiava ondas de prazer que pulsava logo onde ela sentia o volume do pau de Nicholas a tocar. Com a respiração pesada no pulmão e a voz rouca, Nicholas sussurrou atrás dela:

— Amor você já dormiu? — Ele sabia que não, o sexto sentido dele já havia o alertado disso. Sem precisar responder verbalmente, ela apenas se virou em seus braços, os olhinhos pidões o encarando com um desejo instintivo na imensidão daquele quarto onde apenas a luz fraca dos abajures iluminavam seus rostos. Nicholas sentiu um arrepio traçar sua espinha ao passo que suas mãos grandes percorreram um caminho da lombar até os ombros dela antes de se aproximar lentamente para beijá-la.

Beijo molhado, estralado, onde as línguas se tocavam e se lambiam, os lábios se devoraram, as respirações se fundiam, as mãos dele entravam por dentro da blusa, a quentura da pele dela o irradiava um calor surreal, seu corpo grande se sobrepunha ao dela, seu pau duro latejando no short. Sua boca deslizou da dela rumo ao queixo, descendo até o pescoço dela onde sua língua deslizou em movimentos, como se ele fosse um vampiro sugando seu sangue. Ela estremeceu debaixo dele, mãos apressadas indo até a barra da camisa a puxando sem jeito para tirá-la. Seu torso musculoso se expôs, os braços grandes de veias salientes ondulavam a convidando para se enterrar neles. Nicholas fez o mesmo com ela, sendo recebido pelos seios dela que saltaram da peça, convidando-o para cair de boca. No momento em que sua língua tocou o bico do peito dela, ela desmanchou ainda mais de tesão, a calcinha inundou e seus sentindo racionais – que na altura eram pouquíssimos – se tornaram fumaça, dispersando no ar quente do quarto. Ela sentia o pau duro contra o tecido da calinha dela e aquilo a estava deixando louca. Nicholas deslizou sua mão pela lateral do corpo dela, ainda mamando o peito dela com sucção e lambidas, procurando com os dedos esguios a buceta dela. Assim que adentrou no tecido da calcinha, sendo recebido pela pele molhada, a carne fresca e sedenta, seus dedos começaram a rodopiar no grelhinho dela sendo recebido com os gemidos gostosos amolecidos dela aos seus ouvidos e as investidas dos quadris dela contra sua mão, sorriu presunçoso, erguendo a cabeça para olhá-la no fundo dos olhos, o comentário saíndo rasgado:

— Você adora quando eu te fodo com os dedos né sua safada? 

— Sim… Por favor continue… Não pare… — Gemeu, manhosa, segurando o pulso dele para manter sua mão ali. Nicholas sorriu mais ainda, devorando o prazer dela com os olhos. Seus dedos passaram a esfregar mais ainda seu grelho, os ruídos molhados misturando-se com os gemidos e súplicas sem sentindo vindo dela soando como música para os ouvidos dele. Quando ele parou para arrancar a calcinha dela, ela quase choramingou em protesto, mas logo teve sua boca ocupada pelos dedos lambuzados dele com sua própria lubrificação soterrados em sua boca. 

— Chupa.

Ela chupou, babando o indicador e anelar dele que ergueu-se, ficando de joelhos entre as pernas dela, a buceta exposta completamente aberta e suculenta para ele, os olhos escuros entorpecidos de tesão, o pau latejando entre as penas ainda escondido pelo pano, levando os mesmos dedos molhados de volta para o grelho dela onde voltou a mexer, em movimentos tremidos e ágeis que a fez se contorcer e quase gritar de prazer. 

— Isso, geme pra mim! Geme sua putinha! Minha putinha!

Sorriu com deleite enquanto ela contorcia as pernas, a tensão se formando em seu baixo-ventre, aquele acúmulo que o gozo tinha se projetando, ela na beira do precipício do prazer carnal, uma tempestade elétrica se formando ao redor da mente dela. Sem cerimônias, Nicholas parou o movimento abruptamente, os olhos ainda fixos nela que o olhou arrebatada pela interrupção ainda cheia de desejo, esfregando-se sem jeito para tentar alcançar o gozo. Ele a segurou, evitando que ela prosseguisse com o ato:

— Nada disso lindinha, eu que te farei gozar e berrar meu nome! 

Tirou o short, o pau grande de cabeça em um rosa-queimado, quase vermelho pulou para fora, as veias grossas pulsando o sangue que parecia agora estar todo concentrado. A cabecinha molhada com a lubrificação, uma babinha escorrendo do seu buraquinho. Uma cena digna de dar água na boca. Ele bombou o pau antes de se encaixar na estradinha dela, respirou fundo, empurrando-se contra ela em uma metida longa que arrancou um longo gemido gutural dele.

— Porra! Que delícia!

— Mais fundo, por favor! — Choramingou ela, as mãos indo até os quadris do homem, apertando-os, insistindo que ele metesse mais fundo. Nicholas a obedeceu, bêbado de prazer, metendo seu pau o mais fundo que conseguia, a base de seu pau colando nos lábios grandes dela, o barulho de pele com pele estalando escalonando junto aos gemidos que ambos soltavam. Nicholas apertou as coxas dela com força, as unhas curtas resvalando na pele dela, o coração cheio de tesão quase não segurando toda aquela carga que ele levava dele para ele, nas metidas cada vez mais precisas e desreguladas, a cama rangendo, o suor pregando-os. Nicholas queria tanto se unir a ela que quase não descolava-se de seu corpo, que o abraçava em todos os sentidos, apertando-o contra si. A boca dele foi contra a dela, a beijando com sede, buscando-a tê-la para si mesmo, as mãos dela soterraram em seus cabelos, apertando-os na nunca, deslizando pelas costas largas, predendo as pernas ao redor da sua cintura em um enlaço que o prendeu mais ainda.

— Porra mulher! Vou gozar desse jeito!

— Goza pra mim! Goza junto comigo! — Sussurrou contra os lábios dele, mordendo e puxando-o para si. Aquilo foi a ruína dele, o fim que ele precisava para gozar. Meteu mais forte, segurando-a pela cintura para manter ela no lugar, o pau deslizando para fora e para dentro até ele sentir o jato sair dele, a preenchendo com seu leite quente, gemendo longamente, tremendo. Ela puxou o ar, sentiu a onda de orgasmo bater nela na última investida que ele deu contra si, arrepiando e revirando os olhos de um prazer inebriante que esquentou todo seu corpo. 

Ele se deitou em cima dela, o pau ainda atolado nela, quente e macia, respirando fundo. Com um abraço carinhoso, ela envolveu ele em seus braços, beijando-lhe a testa úmida de suor, sorvendo o aroma da pele dele com o sabor do gel de limpeza, inalando o frescor dos cabelos limpos. Relaxados, corpos moles, sensação de alívio. 

Nicholas se ergueu em seus braços, olhou para ele com um sorriso sapeca que irradiava para o brilho de seus olhos escuros:

— Eu te amo meu amor! Voce é a melhor foda da minha vida! 

— Bobo! — Ela deu um tapinha no ombro dele, rindo, enquanto ele se retirava dele para se jogar ao lado dela: — Mas é recíproco. 

— Até na parte que você me ama de volta?

Revirando os olhos, ela se aninhou nele em um abraço de lado carinhoso, a mão dele a segurando na base da lombar. Ergueu seus olhos para aquele homem:

— Até na parte de te amar de volta, bobão!

— Bom saber… Isso meio que me deu uma ideia de uma música nova. 

Começou a cantarolar palavras desconexas para não perder a música de sua memória, soando como uma canção de ninar para ela que sentia-se derreter nos braços dele.

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[every-day-i-draw-the-titanic]

3530 - October 7, 2024

#Titanic #EDIDtT

[theepotatocat]

Lots of yelling in the comments so I wrote a Part 2! Thank you so much to everyone that read Part 1 and liked it! It’s very cool to see❤️

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor Additional Tags: Bridgerton AU

Summary: Miss Lena Luther has no desire to be courted by the likes of Mr. Michael Matthews. And she has finally found a moment to herself at a suffocating ball when her old friend the Duke of Hastings, Lord Kara Danvers, finds her. A short Bridgerton AU truly no one asked for. Let's also just pretend women can inherit titles and Kara has.

[ao3feed-gelphie]

little less conversation little more touch my body

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hTeuXbj by elphabasoup "Oh please, I'm practically Shiz's princess. I'm Galinda Upland of the upper uplands! Everybody here basically… grovels at my feet." "Let’s be honest here, you’re just pretty. And you're lucky for that, I doubt you have much skills in actual useful things." Elphaba retorted, challenging her. Words: 3530, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Wicked - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Elphaba Thropp, Galinda Upland Relationships: Elphaba Thropp/Galinda Upland, Elphaba Thropp & Galinda Upland Additional Tags: Vaginal Fingering, Classroom Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Hate Sex, when ur gagged that femme wants you to dig into HER guts??, power bottom glinda kinda, elphabas more confident, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, no betaread fuck it read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hTeuXbj

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