corpo
un corpo mutevole,
un corpo troppo piccolo o troppo grande,
un corpo martoriato nel tempo,
un corpo coperto e vittima dell’emotività.
è sempre stato così, magari un giorno faremo pace
magari un giorno porgerò la mano e alzeremo bandiera bianca.
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E!42 miles x thick/chubby black reader
warnings: not proof read, lowercase intended
Part 2
Sometimes you just feel out of place, I mean your family is so good looking! why did the genes have to skip you?
You and Miles have been together for so long ,and he knew of your struggles with good body image and in was always making sure to complement you and made you feel as if you were on cloud nine.
When you were at parties he would always get you another plate/ go up with you to get food and even fought off you fat shaming aunties for you. He was so sweet.
Dont get me wrong; you can stand up for yourself but when it came to how you looked tou always seemed to be at a loss of words.
You were invited to a family reunion and decided to take him with you he always made these go by fast. You and miles had gone shopping the day before and you got this top paired with some jeans and heels.
You don’t nt know what it is but you’re having a random boost of serotonin? you felt so happy like you were over the clouds.
Miles opens the car door for you and helping you in and closing it once you are situated. he jogs around to his side sitting down and starting the car.
“ you exited ma?” you turn to him and smile “ yea! i have been craving aunt mimi’s cooking” you say dreamily he laughs at you before starting the car and starting your journey to the party.
you arrive at the party looking at all your relatives for a second before joining them.
Everyone seems so happy, people dancing, people talking, kids running around playing, and mothers bringing the food out to the long table with an assortment or amazing food.
miles goes to grab you and him and drink and takes a seat next to you. you were having a conversation before one if your least favorite aunts walks up to you.
“ long time no see hun” she says motioning for you to hug her, but you hesitate. “ hey auntie how have you been?” “ ive been the same since the last time you saw me! and who’s this young man?” she says motioning to miles.
he stands “ im Miles Morales, its nice to meet you ma’am” he says smiling at her. “ you got a good one honey” she says before whispering to miles “ make sure she don’t eat half the table” she says laughing.
miles looks at her sideways before looking at you and seeing your sunken sad face. you felt the pit in your stomach grow larger. she walks away continuing prepping the food.
“ you ok? its not too late to go home.” he says sincerely. “ its ok, i still wanna see my family” you say giving him a bright smile, but it only eases his anxiety a tad bit.
before you could say anything else the cousin that you hated the most, the one that made you leave functions early, the one that always found a way to put you down walked in.
maybe you should have left even he offered.
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Body and soul
Pairing: Eddie Munson x insicure!reader
Summary: soft sex folks
Warnings: so much praise it’s annoying, short and fluffy!
He had made you cum over and over, always close to him. He neeeded to see your face, to look into your eyes as the two of you shared your bodies to give each other pleasure.
Eddie couldn’t be happier, not because he had you bare before him, having the privilege of seeing every curve, every inch of velvety skin. To touch it, feel it, love it. But because in your relationship you had always been reluctant about physical affection.
Just like him, you never received love as a child, but instead of savoring every bit you got like he did, you started thinking that it was wrong, that it shouldn’t happen.
When the two of you started dating he kept questioning your feelings on a daily basis, he was smitten about you, but seeing you pull back, looking uncomfortable to his touches hurt him, the last thing he wanted to do was to make you uncomfortable.
And there you were now, bare soul in front of him with your guard down and teary eyes, red cheeks, messy hair, beautifully parted lips as you emitted sweet notes of pleasure.
You opened yourself to him, you told him those memories you wished you could erase, what those mean voices in your head told you about yourself, about why you didn’t want to be touched. He could only thank you and kiss you as you finished talking.
You now trusted him enough to let someone else take care of you, to let him take care of you.
The thought of you being untouched, of him being every first of yours shouldn’t have made Eddie feel that way, but he felt possessive, possessive of your hands that had only held his. Of your lips, that only he have had the gift of kissing, of feeling over his skin. And your body, your home, that you opened for him to live in with his soul first, and then with his body.
Eddie's strokes were slow and tender as he loved on you for the millionth time.
You were overwhelmed and completely drunk on him and the only thing your mind could think about was Eddie Eddie Eddie Eddie.
You felt every inch of him, his body sweaty on top of yours. Both of you were gasping for air looking with desperation into each other's eyes, his hands cradling your face.
Neither of you wanted that moment to end, the moon being your only testimony. But that was what made it a declaration of love, the fact that you both only needed the other to know.
“I L-love you” he whispered.
He kept bottoming you with every delicious stroke of his, letting you feel the curve of his cock over and over in that spot that drove you crazy, and he knew it.
He could see it in your eyes, you were close again, but kept going painfully slow, edging the two of you just like he had been doing for the past 20 minutes.
“I know I know baby you feel good mm?”
Your core hurt, you felt like crying, intoxicated by pleasure, the pleasure only he could give you,
the only man you wanted to receive it from for the rest of your life.
The only thing keeping you there was his voice, the way he needed to tell you how perfect you were, how happy he was with you, how the only thing he cared about was your pleasure.
“My pretty girl” he said putting his head in the crock of your neck, hugging you somehow closer, “All mine”
You kept whining, moving erratically “I know I know baby” “please baby please hold it please” “please sweetheart” he said on the verge of shooting is load, he was trying so hard not to cum, to hear those sounds you made again and again and again.
“Can’t E-Eddie can-t” you said, moaning disparately shanking your head.
“It’s okay, it’s okay baby”
“Let go my love let go” he whispered, and you did.
“Ouh thank you, thank you, baby thank you” he kept repeating as he felt your orgasm, still edging himself, working you through your high, he needed to admire you.
“Thank you for your cum baby”
“Thank you,thank you”
“There you go pretty girl”
“Please a bit more a bit more baby”
“Yeah? There you go”
“Ouh, your cum, thank you thank you baby”
“Closer, please closer baby”
“Thank you baby, thank you”
Later that night as the two of you laid in bed, your head comfortably resting on his chest, his fingers dancing in your hair, he started to tear up.
Those weren’t sad tears, actually he didn’t know what those were. What he knew was just that he was overwhelmed with the love he felt for you, and knew that he was going to give himself to you, body and soul, for the rest of your lives.
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Piccole insicurezze
Sai bene come sono quando mi agito: la gamba non sta ferma, mi tormento le dita delle mani fino a consumarle, mi morsico il labbro inferiore o mordo le pellicine e comincio una fase di mutismo oppure, in rarissimi casi, una dove parlo a macchinetta.
Ogni volta che devo sostenere una prova per me onerosa e spinosa sai già che mi fisso su ogni singolo particolare che potrebbe andare storto, montando almeno un centinaio di possibili scenari diversi per lo stesso.
Mi agito nel letto come in preda agli incubi, e probabilmente di questi si tratta dato che spalanco gli occhi nell'oscurità della nostra stanza matida di sudore. Due occhi mi fissano nell'oscurità: meno male che mi sono abituata agli appostamenti notturni di Moon altrimenti mi sarebbe venuto un infarto, penso.
Solo in quel momento mi accorgo di averti svegliato e che stai cercando l'interruttore per accendere la luce; mi cingi la vita con li braccio e mi baci la spalla.
"Va tutto bene?"mi chiedi con la voce ancora impasta da sonno.
"Sì, tutto bene, torna a dormire." provo a mentire.
"Tesoro avanti lo so che non è la verità, come stai? Hai avuto un incubo?"
Rinuncio alla "battaglia" limitandomi ad annuire.
"Andrà tutto bene, lo sai che sei preparata e che in ogni caso ciò che conta è che tu sia soddisfatta di te."
Notando la mia poca convinzione mi abbracci.
"Vieni qui" a questo invito segue che mi accoccolo tra le tue braccia e tu cominci ad accarezzarmi la schiena.
Piano piano sento i muscoli distendersi e gli occhi farsi pesanti, mi addormento e so che nulla potrà ferirmi finché ci sarai tu al mio fianco.
-umi-no-onnanoko (@umi-no-onnanoko )
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