#a hollow feeling in your chest

[calypsolemon]

Dismantling the colonization? That's basically what I mean with the rose question

so you mean you think.... Steven might hate Rose because she could have convinced the diamonds to dismantle the colony?

I think its pretty clear to both Steven and the audience of the show that simply convincing the diamonds to not go forward with colonization was not a viable option at that time. People tend to forget that Steven was only able to convince the diamonds to change course after they had experienced thousands of years of grief over Pink's loss - putting them in a fundamentally different headspace than they were when Pink kept desperately trying to talk them out of colonizing the earth.

Every single one of Steven's diamond take-down talks isn't about how they are hurting a very special place called earth and all the value they could find in the earth if they could just stop sucking it's resources dry. That stuff never works with them because none of it is personal to them. Its all about how the idealized family situation they were mourning never existed, and how their attitudes fly in the face of the ideologies of both the person they claimed to have once loved, and the perfect system they are attempting to uphold. Through this alone, Steven clearly understands that Pink did everything she could possibly think of to fix the issue, and that he's in a special position to do something she never could. He certainly doesn't like it, and probably resents Rose for retroactively putting him in this place at times, but again, thats not the same thing as hating her.

Of course, there isn't an objective truth to how Steven feels about Rose, so you can think what you want. I'm just inclined to disagree about it.

#Probably the last ask I'm going to answer on the topic bc I feel a little like you're attempting to like #convince me of a specific view of steven and rose's relationship #and im just not really that interested in this interpretation #I think steven's relationship to rose is much more interesting if he has REASONS to hate her but he can't bring himself to #because he empathizes with her too much. he knows what she's gone through and that she tried her best and that makes it worse #nothing digs your chest hollow like knowing someone who hurt you more than words can describe didn't actually mean to #and was just another person trying their best to live their life

[thiefofcrows]

plotted starter for @therooftopsofketterdam

      As Kaz made his way up the stairs to the attic room, a sense of elation seemed to follow on his heels despite the fact that he'd outed a traitor tonight. It sometimes baffled him how anyone thought it even remotely wise to infiltrate his crew in the first place — he'd illustrated countless times that he was always several steps ahead. Not to mention, it was well known that if anyone crossed him, they'd either end up dead or very badly wounded. Some were even forced out of Ketterdam. He supposed that was one of the unfortunate drawbacks to success; more people wanted to tear you down.

      He suspected they thought, because Inej had returned and they'd clearly taken some steps to expand their relationship, that Kaz would be distracted. It was a fair assumption to make. However, few knew how deeply and intimately such a thing had always terrified Kaz and how hard he fought it when he wasn't tucked away in the attic room that he and Inej had gradually turned into a shared space, somewhere safe ... or, as safe as anyone could be in the Barrel, anyway. And that was where he found her when he opened the door.

      Inej perched on the windowsill that she'd long since claimed as her own, her dark hair uncoiled, revealing a long, thick braid. She glanced at him as he closed the door behind him and her wide brown eyes warmed at the sight of him. It sent a nervous flutter throughout his chest, even now that they'd crossed certain thresholds. After the nights events, his instincts were on high alert and, as always, they demanded that he protect himself from the softer, warmer emotions that churned inside of him.

      However, Kaz knew that wasn't an option here, not if he wanted her to stay. And of course he did. So, as he hung his coat and hat, peeled off his leather gloves and tucked them into his coat pocket, he took a breath and began to deconstruct the emotional armor, too. The tension in his limbs gradually eased, the hard lines of his face softened and his dark eyes warmed slightly in turn. He could see that Inej was about to unravel her braid to let her hair down — and, before he could talk himself out of it, Kaz made his way over to the windowsill, his cane giving its familiar thunk against the wooden floor.

      He'd had a wall hook specifically fitted to the crows head of his cane and, of course, he'd placed it close to the windowsill, where he'd always end up leaning it anyway. That was where he placed it — but Kaz did not sit, not yet. He gazed down at Inej, his expression emitting something warm and soft, despite the seemingly neutral shape of it. ❝I can help you,❞ he rasped, the phrase clearly intended as a means of asking permission. She usually lead, initiated something, but ... Kaz knew that Inej needed to know, to be reminded that he wanted this.

#𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐌. #his voice was calm‚ almost hypnotic. It had the coarse rasp of an over rosined bow. ( 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ) #𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄. ┊ I can phrase it as a question if it will make your feathers lie flat. ( 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐖. ) #𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. ┊ six dangerous outcasts‚ one impossible heist. ( 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘. ) #𝐃𝐘𝐍. ┊ I didn't know how deep the hollow feeling in my chest was until it was gone. ( 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐌. ) #𝐓𝐇 10. ┊the shadows come for us all sooner or later. ( 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐌. ) #I hope this works for you <3

[yeetbean]

crawling into annihilation like a hollow moss log and letting the bog overtake me

#annihilation #area x #kind of surprised (but not really) that this is my comfort read. makes me want to use it/its (the biologist got a happy ending). #makes me feel like theres moss growing over the rot hollowing my chest. like bodies are liveable. #you are still you even when youre something else. its always you. your roots are scars on your soul. where you came from will drag you into #the strangling depths until you acknowledge what is. #god im so fucking tired like goddamn. 2am is better than 4am at least. #remove my bones. throw me in that primordial soup babey. simmer me until i am indistinguishable from my surroundings #im ouchies

[thepavementsings]

#sorry in advance to baking-soda for butchering her wonderful verse #i was listening to this on a walk with my dog thinking about TURNED INTO A GIRL ALEX #it happens at the end of the 2020 season. #He calls george. trying to joke about it #'Its barely the worst thing thats happened to me this month. adding it to the tally eh george?' #but george can hear the fear and hesitation nestled behind the exasperated laugh he lets out #So george offers. He can talk to Lewis for Alex. If he wants. He's helped - well he knows about this stuff- george has heard. #alex's shaky smile on the other screen as he breathes out a thanks is enough for George to push through the trepidation as he makes the call #Of course Lewis tells him everything #but george cant hear 'emotionally meaningful' and 'sex' and 'alex' in the same sentence without feeling like his chest is being hollowed out #so he lies. says Lewis told him it has to do with life stressors. tries to ignore how his skin crawls when he suggests it to Alex #that he should see if Max is in Monaco. Swallows thickly around the sound of 'you know because of your seat' #Alex laughs unkindly. 'right. because of the seat. guess i'll try him before i leave.' #before he packs his bags and his dreams and moves back home to england. back to me. george thinks #he doesnt see alex over the winter. pretends it's because he's busy with family and training and a mercedes seat he's vying for. #it isnt until he's walking past the red bull hospitality in Spain the next spring when he sees it #Alex. standing in the doorway just tucked out of the way. arm stretched over his head to holding the frame. #he looks the same. save for the way his red bull shirt hugs his chest tighter. the puffiness of his cheeks more present #he catches george's eye from where he's been standing. nods him to the space between the buildings #his shoulders are drawn up. hands in his pockets when he shoves lightly into george's side #george's mouth feels dry with the words 'you didn't.. it didn't work?' #theres an anger that flashes behind alex's eyes before it's quickly replaced with a familiar bemusement #'no. guess you cant fuck the girl out of red bull but cant fuck the red bull out of the girl.' but theres no heat behind it #'hey. it could be worse. at least i dont have to be out there doing media with the rest of you idiots' #george barely makes it back to his motorhome before he heaves up whats left of his breakfast #there's more but only so much fits in the tags. sorry again. #george/alex

[neonpigeons]

in all ways except physical I am lying face down in some dirt

#you ever just feel empty and hollow and like there's a giant hole in your chest and you're just like miserable and lonely lol #anyways. yeah. #im sad #im gonna go eat a bunch of junk food and make things worse #ari speaks

[voidcat]

I am getting a revelation. A new idea. With rain ghoul. And yes it may be like my dazai content which automatically means bittersweet and so much things left unaddressed and unsaid and yes it will most likely include some poetry esp crush by Richard siken

#rlly went from seeing the insta of rains musician and going ‘ah even irl he’s like as I thought he would be’ to ‘ah not just books but he’d #read and discuss poetry etc w u too’ to… this now… lol #if I write it it’ll be not rlly sad but sad like ykno that hollow feeling dee inside your chest that never leaves and it’s actually right #under your skin it’s not even that deep how can they not see it how can they not tell something is missing lacking gone how cant ppl see #that something is WRONG #danyl talks #ghost band stuff

[trainingdummyrabbit]

damn . they werent kidding. that between really can two worlds

#In-Fucking-Capable of speaking like a normal person #(<== listening t more projmoon tracks) #im not gonna pretend like i know whats happening (<== clueless abt limbus) but Jesus Fucking Christ #anyway bitches love music that sound like bared fangs! (<== is bitches) #piktalk #out of the two whole tracks ive heard im just in Awe of how well this series uses piano and strings #like an echo in a grand chamber. something you can feel in the hollow of your chest. #it feels. heavy! it feels tangible! #also VERY good at making me go '???' immediately followed by '!!!!!!!!!!???!?!!!!!?' #um um um. what im saying is. they werent kidding ! that sure was an ascendant experience!!! #what can i say!!!! im a sucker for some good deep piano chords!!!! im a very shrimple guy!!!!! #ALSO THE. the emotion packed into the vocals there. fuck dude alright!!!!!!! its about the repetition and call and response!!!!! #fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[nibeul]

something about memoir #2 makes me want to break down.

#it feels so eerie?? and hollow?? #like the sort of thing that kinda carves its way into your chest idek how to describe it

[sanguinarysegmentum]

they should invent a life that feels okay

#you ever so depressed you feel like someone is hollowing out the inside of your chest with an ice cream scoop #weeds not cutting it anymore i need like. morphine.

[supermusicallee]

"...life is lovely, but I Can't Live It. i can't even explain. i know how silly it sounds... but if you knew how it Felt. to be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it."

#i thought i was smarter but turns out loneliness melts your brain. i started learning spanish for a boy i knew for 3 days #met a guy at a concert-- bought a guitar. met someone we talked and watched a couple of movies together. made me feel just a tad bit alive #now that it's all done-- i can't do any of them because the associations are enough make my chest hurt. #the concert guy gave me a book so even reading is him now. #i know it's not about the guys- it's feeling less lonely for a change. i also started crying at the concert even that fleeting feeling #of happiness was Too strong. i truly don't want to be alone anymore. i feel so hollow i get anxiety attacks daily now #but i can't be with people either. something is broken and i think it's way passed fixing #just want to silently be gone #i ruined this life way too early #*nr

[thiefofcrows]

Plotted starter for @therooftopsofketterdam

   For the first time in years, Kaz slept relatively peacefully. Rays of the morning sun trickled in through his window and, gradually, he stirred. When his eyes fluttered open, the events of the previous night hadn’t caught up with him yet, so not seeing Inej laying across from him didn’t initially strike him as worrisome. After a few long seconds, however, it all came flooding back, as did the realization that she had been here and she knew everything. Kaz had said things that he’d never even dreamed of saying out loud and he was glad for it.

   Inej had been here, she'd come back to warn him about Pekka Rollins' return — he still needed to piece together the intricate details of the loose plan outlined in his head. After all, he'd known the man he'd finally brought to his knees would return eventually and Kaz had mapped out various scenarios for when he would. However, Pekka Rollins had taken his sweet time and it had made Kaz begin to consider that perhaps he would stay away for good, but ... of course, he was wrong. Still, he could push those thoughts onto the back burner for now as he wanted to bask in the fact that Inej had returned and, despite her long time away, she still wanted him.

   The previous night, he'd held her, he'd even kissed her like he'd fantasized about doing for years. He'd shown her what he'd built in place of the Menagerie and, to his relief, it had meant as much to her as he'd hoped it would. Now, however … the realization that, while she’d fallen asleep curled against him last night, she was no longer beside him and it sent surges of emotion through him, one after the other — panic, confusion, the deep loneliness Kaz had become so accustomed to … it all tried to swallow him whole. Not only had Inej set off, but so had the others. Jesper and Wylan had always been near by, but … they had their own lives to live.

   He jerked upright and let his eyes sweep over the room, seeking to find her hiding within the shadows, hoping his groggy senses hadn’t picked up on her presence, but … Inej wasn’t here. Where had she gone? Had she decided to leave after all and if so, what would that mean? Kaz’s mind cycled through the possibilities for a solid few seconds before he heard a faint sound somewhere behind him and he twisted around to glance at the window — and it was just in time to catch sight of Inej climbing through, the morning sun shining behind her. A slow, heavy breath escaped him as he felt a sweeping sense of relief … and a sense of embarrassment that he’d gotten so worked up when all she’d done was leave to fetch some breakfast.

   Kaz caught her eye and the sheer warmth he exuded in her direction … it was just as unusual for him as he was sure it was for her to see first thing in the morning. A lazy smirk curled at the left side of his mouth, one dark brow arching as his gaze briefly left hers to regard what she’d brought along with her. ❝Peckish already?❞ He asked, his voice lower and more rough than usual with sleep.

#𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐌. #his voice was calm‚ almost hypnotic. It had the coarse rasp of an over rosined bow. ( 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑. ) #𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄. ┊ I can phrase it as a question if it will make your feathers lie flat. ( 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐖. ) #𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄. ┊ six dangerous outcasts‚ one impossible heist. ( 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘. ) #𝐓𝐇 04. ┊ new beginnings. ( 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐌. ) #𝐃𝐘𝐍. ┊ I didn't know how deep the hollow feeling in my chest was until it was gone. ( 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐌. ) #here's that starter I owe you as well!!!

[ervotica]

please don’t go, i love you so

pairing: young!coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: a lil toxic!coriolanus, he’s rough with r, possessive talk, quite tame in this but imma tamp it up soon, a bit of making out and being lovey

note: i do not careee about who likes this character or who doesn’t okay i am writing about him because he is literally one of the hottest men i’ve ever seen, kay? i’m not here for moral dilemmas thank u, enjoy (yes i will follow up w smut and my young!coriolanus snow reqs are OPEN!) please please remember to comment and rb, it helps me so much!

hunger games masterlist

Coriolanus is possessive.

It sickens him to his very core, sends nausea rolling like a wave through his chest; he’s not a child. Yet, the mere sight - thought - of you engaging with any other man, even innocently, is enough to have him seeing red: white-knuckled, muscles drawn taut like a bowstring, ready to eliminate any and all threat standing between him and his girl.

It's the way those boys look at you. As if you're a piece of meat, a toy to play with that they're just begging, aching to sink their teeth into, to leave a permanent mark on. The boys in this district are barbaric- that's what Coryo thinks anyway. It's disgusting, the things that he knows they think about you.

It's been a long day in District Twelve. Coriolanus' grey jumpsuit rubs and itches and his skin crawls with an uneasiness settled at the pit of his stomach. It's a warm day, his skin sticky as he peels the top half of the jumpsuit from his slender arms and ties it neatly around his waist. The grass by the lake is damp with the leftover dew from the morning.

He catches sight of you amongst the trees, weaving and bobbing through the undergrowth as you do, your lithe fingers brushing against leaves. Your head dips and then raises as his tall figure creeps into your peripheral vision. A smile graces your features, real and earnest with all your teeth.

There’s a slight waver in your countenance when you catch Coriolanus’ own expression; his brows are knit, pushing his forehead into a crease, lips pushed together tersely.

You walk straight into his arms, balancing yourself on one leg and pushing your shoulder underneath his armpit. You needle your way in, your forehead rested against his chin, so close you can feel his breath against your face.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you murmur. You reach up to push out the ridge in his brow and your thumb traces the bridge of his nose in a way that couldn’t be perceived as anything other than unbridled affection. “Something wrong?”

His slender fingers settle against your waist. You shiver at the contact when he spins and pushes you back into a tree. The bark digs into your back as you shuffle to meet his eyes— his eyes that have suddenly clouded with something dark and possessive.

“What is it?” you ask again; your voice is becoming more strained the longer he stays quiet, your own hands snaking up his arms like vines and squeezing.

He shakes his head and drops his face to look at you properly.

“Nothing. I have you.”

“Okay.” You click your tongue, tilting your head at him. His face gravitates towards yours, breath hot and mixing with your own. “You gonna kiss me or what, handsome?”

He doesn’t need any encouragement, surging forward to catch your lips between his own; his hands are rough, kneading the soft flesh of your hip. His other makes its way up to your jaw, fingertips pressing so hard you’re sure he’s branding you. You’ve never been kissed like this, with such fervour and passion and need. You gasp into his mouth and your arm wraps around his neck to pull him further into you.

“Coryo,” you pant.

“Shh,” he forces out, his fingers suddenly an iron grip around your neck; the hollow of your throat is bared to him and bobs under his cruel touch.

“Coriolanus, that hurts,” you say, strangled. His eyes are alight with a fire, a blazing inferno roaring in his head as he squeezes your throat and laughs.

You wheeze, clutching at his wrist in an attempt to loosen his grip. He obliges you, running a thumb over the indents he’s left in your soft skin to smooth them away.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right?” he asks. His head drops to the juncture of your neck, arms hooking loosely around your middle as he relaxes into you. “I just wanted to feel you. To know you’re mine.”

The incident is forgotten as soon as it ends. He has a charm in that sort of way; you don’t see his faults even when he shows them to you clear as day. You’ll never see what’s right in front of you even if he wants you to.

“Of course I’m yours, Coryo. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“The way they all look at you here…” He falters. “Like they all want you. Like they want to take you away from me. You’re mine- they have to understand that.”

“No one could take me away from you,” you giggle, your temple resting against the tip of his shoulder so you can duck your head to meet his eyes. “I know where I belong. And that’s right here with you.”

“Good.” He mouths at your neck like a man starved, arms coming right up until they’re hooked just underneath your own. He pulls away heaving for breath.

“Wanna show me just where you belong?”

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow fic #coriolanus snow fluff #coriolanus snow x you #the hunger games x you #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games fic #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes fanfic #writer #writers on tumblr #writing #coryo snow #writing for fun #coriolanus snow smut

[augustinewrites]

dress + nanami

“i bought you something.”

you frown slightly, eyeing the sleek box that nanami places on the bed.

“but i didn’t get you anything…”

he simply smiles, gently taking your hand and smoothing his thumb over the gold band adorning your ring finger. “allowing me to marry you this afternoon was the greatest gift you could ever give me.”

memories of your little ceremony still linger in the forefront of your mind. you’d married him atop a small rooftop garden filled with this season’s blooms, surrounded by your closest friends and family. you’d never been an extremely sentimental person, but the way he’d gazed at you and whispered vows meant for your ears and yours alone…you’d hold that close to your heart forever.

“no take backs, by the way,” you say when you feel tears prick at the back of your eyes once more. “you’re stuck with me, even though i snore.” 

“your snores are adorable. like a bunny holding a chainsaw.”

“hey!” you laugh, letting him wrap his arms around you from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

“just let your husband spoil you, hm?”

nanami loves to spoil you. he’s always had such lovely taste, picking soft, pretty things that catch his eye in shop windows— a pair of leather gloves, a stylish sweater, a diamond bracelet. each gift is thoughtful, always complimenting you perfectly,

you lift the lid of the box, peeling back layers of tissue paper to reveal a delicate, silky white dress.

“kento…” you breathe, feeling his lips curl into a smile against your skin. gingerly, you lift the feather-light dress by dainty straps, taking in the cowl neck and tasteful high slit. 

simple, yet elegant, like him. 

“for you to wear to the reception,” he murmurs, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder. “do you like it?”

“i love it,” you tell him truthfully, turning to look at him. “help me put it on?” 

your husband couldn’t look more pleased, especially when deft fingers undo the back of your bespoke wedding gown and he sees what you’d snuck on underneath.

but nanami is nothing if not efficient, clearing his throat before helping you step out of your current dress and into your new one, the material gliding against your skin like butter.

“you’re a vision,” he whispers, brushing another kiss to the back of your neck. with heat in your cheeks, you turn in his embrace, bringing your lips up to his. 

the rest of the world begins to melt away, as it often does when you’re with him. but it’s different now. it’s different because in the eyes of the law, you’ve chosen him and he’s chosen you. 

so you share eager kisses in the warm lamplight of the hotel room, his hands gentle as they slide over the smooth material of your dress. 

and eventually, up the slit resting atop your thigh. his warm hands rest on your bare skin, setting off sparks of pleasure up your spine.

“we shouldn’t,” you breathe as he plants open mouthed kisses on the hollow of your throat. “we need to check on our guests— you know satoru gets weepy when he’s had more than one drink.” 

nanami pulls back to look at you, pupils blown with desire as he takes in your smeared lipstick and wide-eyed stare.

he responds by pulling you close with his grip on your hips, a groan slipping past your lips as he does so. 

“they can wait,” he tells you, walking you backwards until your knees buckle against the edge of the bed. “i’ve waited long enough to be alone with my wife.”

he’s waited for this moment even when he hadn’t realized he’d wanted this, wanted you. he’s wanted it since the days you’d shared at jujutsu tech, when he’d been a besotted schoolboy, pining after his classmate. 

nanami’s always been a patient man—

he yanks the skirt of your new dress up around your hips and kisses a trail down your chest.

— except when he’s not.

#nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #nanami fluff #[—augustine’s two year celebration!]

[strawhbrrries]

Love and Lust

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary:

warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, oral (m receiving), creampie??, female pronouns, whiny mike, whiny reader, switch!mike??, teasing, overstim, hair pulling, nipple pinching, not proofread, porn with no plot

word count: 1.3k words

author’s note: this isn't as needy n whiny as I originally hoped so I hope you guys can forgive me!!! please send requests for what you'd like to see next! very dedicated to @mfdxz because queen has been WAITING for this one

“Please.” He whined in your ear, licking and sucking at any of the skin on your neck that he could reach. “I need you, now.”

“I’m trying, I can’t get your stupid belt unbuckled.” You whined back, sitting up from your position on top of him to try and see the belt buckle better.

“Baby, I am going to cum in my pants if you don’t hurry up.” He relaxed his head against the pillows that lined the headboard, chest rising rapidly as he tried to regulate his breathing. 

On normal days when Abby was home you tried to avoid doing anything sexual, but the second Mike had gotten home the atmosphere shifted. He came up behind you in the kitchen, pressing your ass against the hard-on raging in his jeans, trying to slide his hand under the waistband of your sweats. His fingers made it as far as touching your clit before Abby stumbled in asking for more dinner, a small groan only loud enough for the two of you came out.

The clink of the buckle hitting the floor dissipated any frustration you had, your fingers immediately unzipped his jeans and threw them off somewhere on the floor. Today was one of the few days he’d chosen to go commando, both of you were now appreciating this.

You went back to straddling his waist, grinding down against his cock, your wetness causing your underwear to conform to your folds as you slid his cock between them. His breath hitched at the feeling, he turned his head to the side in an attempt to cover his mouth. 

“Fuck, baby..” Mike groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to create more friction.

“Feel good, Mikey?” You teased, moving down his body to sit in between his legs.

“Baby..” Is all he could muster in response, anything else was lost the second you put the tip of his cock in your mouth.

The feeling of him in your mouth, hard and leaking from the need to fuck you, caused a moan to vibrate around him. He tried to close his legs at the feeling, you hadn’t even done anything and yet it was all too much already. Your hands pushed them back open, taking his cock as far as it could go, your nose was pressing against his pubic bone. You hollowed your cheeks as you pulled off of him, using your tongue to swirl around it as you went.

You climbed back up his body, straddling his waist yet again, and placing your lips against his. The kiss was needy and messy, strings of saliva connecting your chins together. His fingers found your hair, entangling themselves at the base and pulling your head back. He needed you, and he was tired of letting you have that control.

“I said, I needed you, now.” He grunted, nipping at your exposed collarbone.

Mike lifted your shirt and threw it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, latching onto one of your nipples and rolling the other in between his fingers. You threw your head back at the sensation, trying to hold yourself up against him in an attempt to keep control. Any ounce of control that you had left disappeared when your hair was yanked backwards, causing a loud whimper to leave your mouth and Mike to slap a hand over it. 

The sound of Abby shuffling around in her room stopped the two of you in your tracks, the soft padding of her footsteps passed by the bedroom door. You exchanged a look, it was past her bedtime, and he was off to go check on her. Nights when Abby left her room after her initial bedtime meant she’d be more likely to leave more times throughout the night, sometimes she just wasn’t tired and sometimes she just couldn’t sleep, it’s how she worked.

You heard the two of them exchanging muffled words quickly followed by their footsteps back into her room. To save time, in the chance Abby did leave her room again, you threw your underwear into the pile on the floor.

“She needed water.” He mumbled, closing the door and locking it behind him, throwing off the sweats he’d put on in a hurry. 

The bed dipped as he climbed up you, kissing his way up your body. His fingers slid between your folds, collecting your wetness and bringing the fingers to your mouth. He tapped your lips, an indicator that he wanted you to open your mouth, and slid his fingers in when you opened them.

“How do you taste, sweet girl? Let me taste.” Mike removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned closer to kiss you, swirling his tongue around yours. “Fuuuck.”

Two fingers swirled at your entrance, pushing in slightly as his other hand covered your mouth just in case. He curled his fingers, brushing against the soft, spongy spot inside of you. Your body jerked against him, whining against his hand. 

“Shhh, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He whispered in your ear, a low groan following behind it as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.

The stretch was wonderful, stinging slightly at the lack of prep but an oh so delicious sting. A small whine escaped his throat, hips stuttering slightly at the feeling of your warm cunt stretching around him. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to keep himself quiet and to stop himself from cumming so soon. There was just something about having to be quiet and the dire need to fuck you into the mattress was sending him into a spiral, his eyes were just as glazed over as yours were.

His hips thrusted in and out, fingers fumbling around your chest as he searched for your nipples. You brought your hands to your mouth, despite most of your moans and whines getting caught in your throat every time his hips pushed back in, the chance of being caught bringing an overwhelming sense of excitement.

“Baby, fuuck…baby.” Mike moaned, splaying one hand on your stomach and bringing the other to his mouth. 

He was holding on by a thread, orgasm threatening to spill all over your insides with every thrust, he’d been waiting for this all day and now that it was finally here he couldn’t even hold on. 

“I need to cum..” He whined, leaning over so your knees were against your chest and his mouth was by your ear.

“Inside..” You managed to choke out, keeping one hand on your mouth and digging the other into the skin of his bicep, small moon shaped indents appearing.

After you finished your one word sentence he painted your insides with a low groan, sweaty forehead laying itself in the crook of your neck as he continued to thrust in and out. The over-stimulation was too much but he was determined to get you off, he slithered a hand between your bodies. He drew figure eights over your clit as he continued his thrusting, sucking and licking at the skin of your neck.

“Mikey…Mikey..” Your words were breathy and almost inaudible, all you could think, hear, smell, taste was just Mike.

He was overwhelming your senses in the best way and all you wanted was to live in this blissful state forever, full of him. One more thrust had your mind reeling, body shaking, sharp white pleasure searing through your veins as your orgasm ripped through you. He slapped another hand over your mouth, continuing his thrusts to help work you through your orgasm.

“Mike? What are you doing to her?” Abby asked innocently, standing at the open door that didn’t latch when he thought he locked it.

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