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R.E.M. - Walk Unafraid (Aiutami a camminare senza paura) - traduzione e adattamento di Giuseppe Iannozzi
R.E.M. – Walk Unafraid Aiutami a camminare senza paura testo originale: Michael Stipe traduzione e adattamento di Giuseppe Iannozzi Michael Stipe at Glastonbury – Photo by Charlie Brewer – Source: Wikipedia.it come sorge il sole, come la luna cala queste pesanti nozioni si insinuano e mi fanno riflettere tempo fa fui scaraventato in questa vita, un agnellino, un agnellino coraggioso,…
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And because he was the only person who saw everything she was and did not walk away from it, Aelin said, "I wanted that fire to be for Maeve."
"I know." Such simple words, and yet it meant everything-that understanding.
"I wanted it to make things ... better." She loosed a long breath. "To wipe it all away." Every memory and nightmare and lie.
"It will take a while, Aelin. To face it, work through it."
"I don't have a while." His jaw tensed. "That remains to be seen." She didn't bother arguing. Not as she admitted, "I want it to be over." He went wholly still, but granted her the space to think, to speak.
"I want it to be over and done with," she said hoarsely. "This war, the gods and the Wyrdgate and the Lock. All of it." She rubbed her temples, pushing past the weight, the lingering stain that no fire might cleanse. "I want to go to Terrasen to fight, and then I want it to be over."
She'd wanted it to be over since she'd learned the true cost of forging the Lock anew. — Had wanted it to be over with each of Cairn's lashes on the beach in Eyllwe. And all he'd done to her afterward. Whatever it might bring about, however it might end, she wanted it to be over.
She didn't know who and what it made her.
Rowan remained silent for a long moment before he said, "Then we will make sure the khagan's host goes north. Then we will return to Terrasen and crush Erawan's armies." He brought her hands to his mouth for a swift kiss. "And then, after all that, we'll see about this damned Lock." Uncompromising will filled his every breath, the air around them.
She let it be enough for both of them.
Tucked away his words, his vow, all those promises between them and extended her palm in the air between them.
#Aelin Galathynius#Queen of Terrasen#Rowan Whitethorn#Consort to the Queen of Terrasen#Rowaelin#Rowaelin quotes#Kingdom of Ash#Sarah J. Maas#Chapter 66#Kingdom of Ash quotes#does she not think she can beat Maeve now#the way he just goes okay then it will be we’ll find a way that kind of honesty for her to talk their love and still joke with the water#I know. Such simple words and yet it meant everything-that understanding.#why they fell in love#And because he was the only person who saw everything she was and did not walk away from it#when the time came she told and she told right#I wish someone else could fight this war EOS vibes#break my heart#read with me cry with me#She didn't know who and what it made her.—such a telling line—the coward fear—but unafraid#willing the air to breathe#She let it be enough for both of them.#tucked away in her heart#no maybes please#let it be
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and the universe said I love you
and the universe said you have played the game well
my son, I am so very proud.
#ava#animation vs minecraft#I've never been completely satisfied with this one but#after the latest short I keep thinking about Purple crossing the nether and back—again and again—to find a flower for his mother's grave#it isn't as though nothing grows in the city#maybe it's just that they remind Purple too much of the now-overgrown gardens surrounding a house that never felt like home#flowers a child might've picked for a bouquet only to watch them slowly wilt behind doors slammed over muffled sobs#perhaps he came to scorn their fragile beauty#as he once scorned a world too far away beneath him to be worth looking back#Purple's changed since then#but it was beyond the confines of the interspace where he found belonging#and a chance to grieve unfettered by guilt#it was there that he found the courage to walk unafraid against a tide of devastation#and so when a stick who once thought himself a coward glides through the underworld on phantom wings#sapling cupped in both hands to shield it from the oppressive heat#the universe watches#and the universe whispers#with three voices intertwined
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MUSE FEELINGS & INDICATORS
RULES: bold for usually, italics for sometimes
HAPPINESS.
being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.
SADNESS.
tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.
ANGER.
furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.
FEAR.
wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of colour. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.
EXHAUSTION.
constantly yawning. slurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a doorframe for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.
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#rattling the bars of my cage thinking about how EMOTIVE constantine can be#unafraid to laugh unafraid to cry. he puts his whole heart out on his sleeve so much more often than anyone gives him credit for#he only ever truly shuts down when he's grieving or when he's faking strength in front of a non-human antagonist#( character study. ) A WALKING PLAGUE OF A MAN.#( headcanons. ) I'M JUST LIKE THE BASTARDS I'VE HATED ALL ME LIFE.#( dash games. ) ALRIGHT YOU OVERGROWN LARPERS! HERE!
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BACK FROM 7-11. i paid an exorbitant amount of money for some cheez-its and an energy drink and then i sat down in the parking lot of the sad desolate semi-abandoned building next door and listened to mcr. i also painted my nails really badly and climbed a chain link fence !!!
#claude's meowing#i am AWAKE and UNAFRAID#going out just like. temporarily makes the horrors go away for me.#that being said i think i'm gonna go out again. kinda considering going to the record store tbh..........#it's like an hours walk away but. record store........
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my little brother needs to be severely humbled i swear to god he is the most cocky and egotistical little kid ever and has recently developed this "tough guy" persona and it makes me want to fucking punch him ❤️ i fucking hate it here he did not used to be like this
#this bitch is afraid of the dark and afraid of being alone etc etc but he literally refuses to admit either of those things#and wants to watch a horror movie but the ones we showed him the trailers for he didnt think looked scary enough#like are you fucking serious. we just showed you the most scary movies we could find that arent rated r#you wont go in the fucking pool by yourself and you think those look boring?#you turn every single light downstairs on when its night and youre walking to the bathroom#and youre telling me that none of those movies looked scary enough for you.#fuck off you stupid little fuck i hate you sometimes.#we literally had to take away his stuffed animals when he was like 7 because he was afraid of them bc his bio mom let him watch annabelle.#there have been soooo many instances of shit like that i swear to god that kid is afraid of everything#but no. apparently hes big and tough and unafraid now. (he isnt)#god.#13 year olds fucking suck i hate them i hate them.#i know that being 13 is hard but holy fuck. good fucking god.#also im never mean to him pls let this be known. i am always kind and considerate even though hes a dick to me constantly#holy fuck though.#aiilov-personal
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famous last words audience participation never fails to rip my entire heart out
#i see you lying next to me. with words i thought i’d never speak. awake and unafraid. asleep or dead.#i am not afraid to keep on living i am not afraid to walk this world alone.#song of make me weep forever#jules speaks
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Her ego is getting too big. Someone whack her before she gets too comfortable bossing everyone else around.
#Glory and Gore || IC#Many fish in the sea || Misc. IC Content#(( just. smacka her.#(( hit her in the noggin#(( it must be done#(( ironically for a muse who is constantly at risk of it. she is very unafraid of dying.#(( and this is a problem because then she'll just walk all over people and they will let her-
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watched the famous last words video for the first time in years and on my dad’s tv with the imax quality sound system, and girl. i had an. Experience
i was sitting down but my whole body was still moving like it was almost like the spirit of mx way themself possessing me and im legit sweaty and out of breath now holy fucking shit.
#that song literally saved my life so many times in recent years#all because of the ‘i am not afraid to keep on living’#‘i am not afraid to walk this world alone’ lyrics#bc yknow what? im finally not afraid to keep on living#and if I truly am going to be alone then I’ll take that walk myself#while being fearless and unafraid to show my scars#whether they be physical or emotional#god this sounds dumb im stupid
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ohhhhhhh i feel an mcr kick coming on..........
#was thinking a lot after therapy today about things and how I want to live these next couple of years i might have.#and i was getting ready for bed and saw my chest tattoo (awake & unafraid).#and just damn. it feels so profound to me every single time i REALLY sit and pick that song apart.#like. i was about to move to a state 1000 Miles away from everything i ever knew for cancer treatment#and decided the one big tattoo commitment i wanted was the neck moth and the bp lyric#and now I'm just like. i somehow knew without knowing ANYTHING about the 1.5 years since then.#it's true though. it's how i want to be. i want to be here. in the present. awake. and unafraid.#just living right now and walking this path until the end. without holding onto fear with a vice grip.#i don't wanna be afraid to keep on living. knowing that every day marches me closer to my death.#i just want to live for the time i have right now.#Even saying it now my chest gets tight and my stomach drops#knowing that I'm going to have to let go of control and let the universe reclaim my soul#but my soul won't die. my soul is alive. it isn't sick. my body is. so at the end. my soul wil transcend.#no need to sit and live based on the fact that my body is dying. i need to keep moving forward#knowing that my soul is alive.#chatter#round 2
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i was significantly more insecure in college in many ways but the confidence i used to project everyday back then is like!! insane!! astounding!! what was i sipping!!
#i was looking back at college pics and i got sad LOL#if i only didn't go through the horrors (tm) at the end of college perhaps i would've retained!! some of my ability to confident in the sam#ways#i was able to speak in groups and be around people so much better than i am now#i was always being silly and okay with being the center of attention#tbh i thrived when i was!!#i have very lucid memories from my sophomore year right#my friends had a house dubbed 'the hole' and whenever i walked in during a party#everyone would scream#“OMG ITS SALEM!!!!!”#and i'd get grouphugged and we'd throw on toto's africa and we'd dance and dance and dance#and i remember thinking like this won't last forever and is so special.#i felt very loved and seen!!#in many ways i was unhappy#and ive scorned a lot of my time at college bc i was going through it and not being truthful with myself#and was really lost#but idk i'm REFLECTING and there's lots i liked and enjoyed#i miss choir and being friendly with my peers in it#i miss joking around and being kind to strangers and making friends because of it#i miss feeling unafraid when i see people (even when i know them!!)#sorry to wax in the tags lol#i'm in my mourning era 😔✌!!#covid took from me just as much as it gave#i would not be sharing writing at all if it wasn't for the pandemmy!!#and being isolated and learning to love myself and all my parts!!
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idk why all these people think its okay to stomp all over MY life with THEIR fears. “oh you shouldn’t eat this before you go to a party” i dont care. “oh you shouldnt wear that if youre going walking” i dont care. “oh my friend said ‘i dont like that your daughter goes for walks at night because there are some sketchy people that live here’” well your friend can smother herself to death in all that worry for all i care. do you want me to just sit and rot? do you want me to go back to being afraid of what other people think to the point that i forget what it means to be me? i’m afraid enough, i don’t need you adding your shit to the mix. and don’t get me started on how bullshit it is that you defend everyone in my life but you never defend me. i confided in you when my best friend punched me at a party and all you said was “he probably has some personal things going on that you don’t know about.” you think i haven’t thought that way my whole life? you think i havent given everyone a million passes already? i cannot dwell on the fucking minutiae any more than i already have, i dont need you reinforcing that behavior. i am surrounded by problem oriented people and it isn’t helping me to stop being one.
#genuinely one of the things i liked the most about that guy is how absolutely unafraid he was#'yes i eat live bugs. it reminds me i have agency. you cannot live your life in fear of anything'#that plus when we parted ways at the end of the night and he asked how i was getting home and i said fuck the shuttle i like the walk#and he did this spooky face and went 'ohhhhhh dont get sex trafficked!' and we both laughed and wished each other a good night#like i really really like that he's aware of the obstacles people face but simultaneously thinks theyre bullshit and that we cant let fear#rule over us#solution oriented person.#anyway i should call my aunt soon. shes the most levelheaded solution oriented person i know and she always sets me straight
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୨୧﹕ mustang .ᐟ part one
pairing ; au!nicholas chavez x fem!reader contains ; 80s alternate universe , slight smut ( makeout , undressing ) , enemies to lovers , getting caught. a/n ; this is based off of the aesthetic and time period of the ‘monsters’ show, but it is NOT based off of the menendez brothers. it is also based on ‘challengers’, specifically the tennis scenes. nicholas is a rich kid in the 1980s in this fic. summary ; after a competitive tennis match between y/n and nicholas, they decide to let their anger out in another way.
A TIE BREAKER is the last thing y/n needed for this match, and she could tell nicholas was furious too, swaying from side to side with his eyebrows furrowed, sweat dripping down his forehead slowly after a long game. it didn’t help that it was in the middle of a heatwave, and y/n’s legs had rubbed together so much that a chafing rash had began to form on her inner thighs. with every movement there was a burning sensation, but at this point she didn’t care — she wanted to make a point to nicholas, that she was better than him. she wanted to humble this rich boy so much, that looking at her in public would anger him.
so, pushing through the pain, y/n got into position and held the tennis ball against her racket, before looking nicholas in the eyes, unafraid of his intense gaze. and without a second thought, she threw the ball up into the air and hit it towards him.
with every grunt and hit of the ball from nicholas, y/n’s heartbeat raced. his muscles glistened in the sunlight as sweat drenched them. it was attractive, sure, but he wasn’t attractive. y/n could never imagine being attracted to him. the spoiled momma’s boy? no fucking way. it only fuelled her need to succeed, to show him who’s boss. so, as soon as she saw the chance, y/n hit the ball as hard as she could to the other side of the net, and without fail the ball bounced just before the baseline before bouncing once again out of the court.
nicholas just watched as he lost — he knew it would’ve been impossible to save himself from that.
as y/n and half of the audience cheered, nick agitatedly rubbed his temples with his left hand, trying to compose himself. this was until he shouted a loud “FUCK!” as he threw his racket on the ground.
y/n laughed at his outburst as they both walked up to the net, “is someone mad?”.
nicholas didn’t answer, putting his hand out for a short handshake. but, instead of letting go, he grabbed y/n’s hand tighter and pulled her in slightly, his eyes locked on hers. nick muttered under his breath, loud enough for only her to hear, “you’re fucking dead to me”, before pushing her hand away and walking off.
y/n furrowed her eyebrows. for some reason she felt hurt? it’s not that she liked him, or wanted him to like her. but that was just… mean.
after packing her things and thanking people for congratulating her, y/n began to leave the small stadium with her tennis bag slung over her shoulder. she walked into the parking lot, making her way towards her car and shoving her bag into the trunk before spotting another car — and she knew exactly who’s it was. the red 1965 ford mustang parked next to the lamppost, two rows from her car was obviously nicholas’.
y/n furrowed her eyebrows. wondering why he was still here, she decided to walk towards the car.
it seemed like nicholas didn’t realise she was walking up to his driver’s side window since he was looking down, eyes closed as he rubbed his temples in annoyance. the girl stood there for a while, pondering on how to get his attention before clearing her throat.
nicholas flinched before looking up at the girl who just beat him, her face in an awkward expression, “so..”
“no” he cut her off immediately, “fuck off”
y/n was taken aback by his rude remark before responding, “okay, no. stop acting like a fucking child”
“being annoyed about losing is acting like a child?” nick scoffed, opening his car door.
the girl moved to the side so he could get out, her arms folding as she leaned against the expensive car, “yeah, it is”
after he got out of the car, he crossed his arms, mimicking her. she had to look up to him now, as he towered over her with an annoyed smirk on his face, “it’s not my fault you’re a bitch”
“it’s not my fault you’re a sore loser” she retaliates, causing him to take a few small steps closer to her. y/n had to look even further up at him, actually seeing his face now as he blocked the sun with his head. the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat filled her lungs, which was strangely attractive to her.
nicholas spoke in a much softer, yet condescending tone than before, “sore loser, huh?”
“sore.” y/n got in his face, “loser.”
the two sat in the tension for a minute, just inches away from each other’s faces. nicholas inhaled her exhale, and she did the same with him. their eyebrows remained furrowed as they looked into each other’s eyes, filled with hate. you couldn’t tell if he was about to punch her, or kiss her.
that was until the tension broke as they both rushed to smack their lips together in a sloppy yet passionate kiss. nicholas wrapped his arms around y/n’s waist, roughly grasping her, as she moved her hands to his neck — one hand ran through his hair as the other dug her nails into his neck, causing him to let out a grunt, kissing her even rougher.
nicholas removed one of his hands from her body, reaching behind her for the door handle and opening the car door. they both swiftly got into the backseat of the car and slammed the door shut behind them, never breaking the kiss.
he then started placing sloppy kisses along her cheek and down her neck, letting y/n catch her breath as she reached for his biceps. she grabbed his muscles, getting flashbacks from when she observed them on the court.
abruptly, nick moved his hands from her waist to her thighs and pulled her in closer, placing himself in between her legs, causing y/n to let out a gasp. nicholas looked up at her, giving a playful smile which she returned before sharing another rough passionate kiss.
as he moved his hand up her tennis skirt, he lightly grazed his fingertips along her upper thighs. y/n’s body shivered at his touch before a sudden, loud knock on the window interrupted them both.
ah shit.
part i | part ii
#nicholas chavez x reader#nicholas chavez x y/n#nicholas chavez fanfiction#nicholas alexander chavez#nicholas chavez#fanfiction#fanfic#777#݁₊ ⊹ ݁˖ ⋆ strcwbrryklss
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the lights are on
!! simon riley x afab reader; chubby reader; confidence and body issues; past bullying (not by simon and briefly mentioned); smut - minors dni // divider by @/plutism!
i projected too much of myself onto the reader so do forgive me for that. this is a milestone celebration for me, mostly, but also for you all so i hope you all would like it too <3
this is inspired by rachel wiley’s “10 honest thoughts on being loved by a skinny boy” - a slam poetry
you are told that love comes easily — that it is the budding of spring, shimmering and vibrant, and blooming oh-so tenderly. unfurling oh-so carefully, like you are melting into padded sheets and cashmere sweaters.
you are told that love comes easily — that it stands out amongst a vast ocean. that it is distinguishable; a beacon so familiar you run towards it, unafraid and unashamed. like fate or destiny; like fairytales being remade.
you are told that love comes easily, but you know they mean to people who don’t look like you; only for the girls with slim arms and robust legs, with dips in their waists and hour-glass figures, with bones pressing against their skins like carved mountains.
love comes easily to thin girls. to the girls whose loud laughter are heard as wind chimes, whose jolly isn’t sneered at or embarrassing to see, whose confidence is just is — that it isn’t an act of empowerment or a statement or a message.
so you slink back into your shadows with little laughs and curled shoulders, like maybe if you diminished your presence enough, you would be seen physically small too. petite is a word no one has used for you but how else can anyone explain the way you trim yourself into bite-sized pieces?
you aren’t the first to be chosen; not the one people fight over. when you walk into a room, the best that could happen was that no one would notice you. that you would blend into the shadows or the walls, quiet and peaceful. painfully lonely, yes, but peaceful, nevertheless.
(you still have nightmares of high school.
of boys using you for their dares, like the only thing good about you was to be the butt of the joke; like asking you out was a comedic show.
of girls and—
sometimes, they’re meaner than the boys with all their lilac and softness; you thought that at least they were a kindred soul, but so many times, during lunch, you were cornered into tears until you became full from nothing but your anguish.)
when simon first walked into your life, you knew it — whatever ‘it’ could be — was impossible.
you had already ended the tragedy before something could even begin. you saw his beauty — in a way that you cannot explain; in a way that is rugged and scarred and terrifying, almost, but beautiful, still — and knew there was no way he would fall for you, anyway.
but simon was… persistent. charming you in a way that was painfully absent of all suave but he was still so charismatic, he always left your stomach in knots. hope bloomed in your chest and you realized that maybe it needn’t be a tragedy; that it mustn’t be a joke nor a dare; that you must be—
loved.
that you are loved — just that. just as is.
.
.
simon watches as you lay down on the bed, your cheeks tingling with heat as embarrassment rises from the base of your neck, dancing past your shoulders and devouring up until even the tip of your nose thrums with feverish touch. you look away from him, feeling so shy at the intensity in his eyes. he looks at you like he is ravenous for you; like you are the only nourishment he needs, and that you have made him hungry, his gums aching with the need to sink his teeth into the soft parts of your body.
you have never been looked at like this before, and it is intoxicating. it makes you heady, breathless, lips parted open as you gasp for air—
rustling fills your ears and you perk up, getting ready to snap your bra off, only to find simon naked, bare, his cock chubbing up from underneath his bush, and you have never loved a body until his. lust coils in the tendrils of your heart, stretching into the yawning that burrows in the pit of your stomach to capture you whole.
you want him.
god, do you want him.
he falls to his knees, stalking close to where you are splayed on the bed like the offering you are that he says he will never deserve, but you stop him with a hand up and a quiet breath, and, “the lights.”
your voice trembles. shame slowly snuffs out the greed.
“can you turn them off, please?” you ask because it is a courtesy you were taught to—
‘can you bathe me in darkness so that the two of us can pretend that i am not undesirable and that your love is not a fluke?’
‘can you hide me from your eyes so your mind does not give you reason to pull away?’
‘can you reduce me into a body to fuck into, so that our pretend-love story does not end?’
your question makes simon still, his heady eyes lightening up again. recognition slips into his consciousness and he rouses up — you tell yourself that the caving in your chest isn’t a heartbreak — to reach forward.
to reach for—
you.
simon’s scarred palm falls to your stomach, planting atop the sea of stretch marks. his thumb traces their ridges, so soft and slow and intimate, and your eyes burn because why is he so cruel?
why must he touch you like you are something to revere? like you are something priceless and that he is undeserving of you? like you are, all parts, beautiful?
“won’t you let me love you like this?” is what he says instead, and he moves, desperate to meet your eyes. “can we do it with the lights on, from now on?”
all the air in your lungs is knocked out of you.
his words were quiet but they resonated so loudly, almost booming and deafening. the world doesn’t freeze nor does time slow, but there is something in that moment that makes you feel like you are at the throes of something divine. like you are finally sewn together.
you do not sob but you are so close to doing so. instead, you pull him close, trembling, and give him a kiss. he melts into it, his hands mapping the softness of your body, digging into the fat and never letting go.
he devours you like this — hot lips against your own. spit is shared, moans fall in between the tiny cracks whenever you pull away to breathe only for simon to push close again, never letting you stray alone any longer, and clingy as he fits you into him.
the first drag of his fingers into your cunt makes you gasp, your head falling back to the pillows as a mewl drips from your mouth. he pulls away, huffing, and positions himself so he can watch you. you keep your head tipped up, still so embarrassed by being exposed this way, but simon curls his fingers just right, and he strokes against something that punches a gasp out of you.
“shit—”
“like this, sweetheart?” simon croons, nuzzling his face on your rib, his cheek bumping against your boob. he pulls his fingers out, dragging with him muffled squelching noises that tickle your ears, before fucking his fingers in you again.
you whine, a drawn hiccupped sound, and claw at the sheets at the pace he adopts. it is fast, overwhelming, but still not enough. it seems like he’s spoiled you rotten, and left you needy for nothing but his cock.
“fuck me,” you whimper, arms looped around his wrists. you feel so weak from the pleasure, wrung out of orgasms with his fingers in your cunt and his palm against your clit. you flick your eyes up, meeting his gaze. “si, please?”
he lets out a snarl, his softness and need peaking into something dangerous. you find that you are not scared, instead, you are besotted — inviting him in by spreading your legs wider, showing him how wet your pussy is and that it is ready for his taking.
your face crumples at the slow slide, his cock fucking you raw like this is the first time again. like you two have more to explore, more to uncover, and you keen at the intensity of it all.
missionary has never felt this good before; simon thrusts his hips, humping the remaining inches in, and you scream — your hips snapping up, and your throat burning with the ache. simon holds you by your waist, his fingers dimpling your flesh, and fucks you with gusto.
he chases his orgasm as he melts into you. he is louder today, and more guttural with his desires. he snarls his praises, the words curling from the backs of his teeth until they drip on you like hot wax — scalding, overwhelming, and leaving you to feel all tender and raw.
“si!” you cry out, reaching forward to play with your clit. “m’close, baby. m’close!”
“yeah?” he rasps out, his balls slapping against your ass. you go dizzy, eyes rolling to the back of your skull as goosebumps rise across the expanse of your body. “do i make my baby feel good? tell me, sweetheart, go on. tell me, huh?”
he is rambling, untethered, himself, as he loses in his own swelling euphoria.
you sob, toes digging into the mattress because you are unable to properly vocalize the pleasure, your mind all razed by the way he fucks you, but your baby is asking you to do so, so you tell him, “s’good. baby, s’good! i feel so full an’ only you can fuck me good an’— an’ si, i’m gonna— i’m gonna—”
your orgasm hits you like a fever breaking; like you are feeling a sense of release that has never been felt before. you feel like you are suspended, floating, your skin buzzing with lightning. you don’t even know you are screaming, deaf to anything but the explosion of ecstatic pleasure.
your teeth rattle at the first spurt of simon’s cum, and he presses uncoordinated kisses on your lips. it makes you giggle, all sluggish now that exhaustion is weaving in, and it is then that you meet simon’s eyes.
they are so clear and vibrant, the way they only ever are under light. they crinkle in his smile, and you puff, snuggling close, feeling like you can drop to sleep with his cock still in you.
“love you si,” you murmur, your words sticking together in your drowsiness.
he presses a kiss on your temple and breathes you in. then, “i love you too, sweetheart.”
and the lights are still on.
thank you once again for the 15k, and i hope you have loved this the way i loved writing it <33
i was struck with the poetry, and the way wiley described the way she is loved. she started her performance with the lines: “i say, ‘i am fat.’ he says, ‘no, you are beautiful.’ i wonder why i cannot be both.” and i have never related to anything more. wiley then talks about how their relationship unfurls, and in ‘6’ (it is a list poetry), she says, “he tells me he loves me with the lights on,” and i sobbed.
so i wrote a fic of me, and i hope thats alright.
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