#take a walk...maybe touch some grass...

[regardingjenmish]

Some people truly know how to suck the fun out of everything.. damn

[hopeless-astronaut]

As bad as things were, you were glad you had Qiu and Tamarack here with you.

Higher quality under the cut 💕

Also background is from the game, I did not draw that!!

Bonus version w/ diff mc hairstyle and w/o game background:

[crankycripple]

ur art is terrible. quit while you're ahead

I bet you have a beautiful smile and I hope you have a good day! / g

[glassboner]

Trying to coin another redit acronym from aita and it's you should go outside (ysgo) for situations so intrinsically internety that if you spoke to someone face to face about it they'd probably tell you there was something wrong with you

[helloenee]

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[ms-demeanor]

Hello,Do you have any tips for recovering from internet brain rot? It's like my patience has dried up and if there's a huge amount of text (even about topics I'm very interested in) that I have to read, I get annoyed and just don't interact with the material at all.

I have multiple tips!

TL;DR (Because of course I generated a wall of text): Take a break from the internet, create a schedule for getting yourself used to reading longer texts, take breaks while reading, and perhaps reconsider how you interact with The Internet and the world in general.

Here are the basic "to reduce the brain rot just don't interact" tips:

Take a break. Give yourself time off from The Internet (for these purposes The Internet is the social media industrial complex; clickbait news, recommended videos, social media sites, etc. You don't have to totally check out of email or your local news site, just get away from the huge time sucks). I'd say to take at least one day a week where you're online for less than an hour a day, and to maybe work up to doing a week-long break from whatever the main agents of rot are.

Once you've identified the main agents of rot, give yourself a time limit or set up rules for yourself. I don't let myself look at social media in bed, for instance; no staying up late on my phone, no scrolling before I get up and start my day. I don't give myself a strict time limit anymore, but for a while there I was very firm about "you only get to go online 4 hours a day" with myself.

Don't comment (or at least only share the things you really want to share). If you feel the need to argue, or if you feel pressured into sharing something, don't. Step back, maybe even open the post in a new tab or send it to yourself, and come back later. If you've been thinking about it and have decided it IS something you care enough to talk about, share it. If you look at the tab and feel stressed out or still feel reactive, close the tab and walk away.

Go out and interact with the real world in a non-work capacity for a few hours a week; take walks or go shopping or go out and take pictures of insects. Touch grass so that The Internet is not the only thing you're doing with your downtime.

Here are the "work on reading longer texts specifically" tips:

Set a reading goal for yourself. Maybe you want to read one New Yorker article a week, maybe you want to read all the way through news articles, maybe you want to read novels like you used to in high school. Figure out what your actual goal is and articulate that goal to yourself.

Set up a practice schedule and gradually increase the amount of time you're reading. Don't go from short tumblr posts to a novella, go from short tumblr posts to slightly longer news articles, then to slightly longer essays, then to a novella. You can do this in literal paragraphs if you want to - maybe your goal for your first day is to read five paragraphs in a row, and the second day is seven, and the third day is ten, etc, until you are comfortably reading for longer amounts of time without counting paragraphs. (Try this with books from gutenberg.org; read a classic you haven't read a few paragraphs at a time and if you find yourself going over your paragraph count, let yourself run with it. If you finish a book, good for you, find another one and start again.)

Set up a maintenance schedule. If your goal is to read longer news pieces, try to read a longer piece every week and try to read to the end of every news article you open. If your goal is to read novels or longer nonfiction, try to read a book a month (maybe setting aside dedicated time each week to read, maybe Thursday evenings are book time now). If you find yourself falling back into old habits, take a break from The Internet and do some more rigorous practice for a while.

If you find yourself getting frustrated while you are reading you can also take a break! Read until you get frustrated and then *instead of switching to a different page or closing the article* close your eyes or look out the window or away from the screen for thirty seconds (count 'em! count out the time in your head) and then continue reading. You can also take a longer pause and sit and think about why you're getting frustrated. Is it the subject matter? Is it just looking at this text for longer than a couple minutes (if you are experiencing FOMO because you're reading for another few minutes instead of scrolling, the harder tips at the bottom are going to be important to you)? Are you comfortable? Are you reading this text to procrastinate from something and the procrastination is making you nervous? Are you trying to read to the bottom of your dash and reading a long post is taking up more time than you want while scrolling? Are you bored? Genuinely and very seriously: are your eyes straining and does your head hurt (if this is the case when is the last time you had your eyes checked or your glasses prescription updated)?

Here are the much harder "examine yourself and reassess your reactions to things" tips:

Work on re-training your attention span.

Identify something that you enjoy and find deeply engaging, and schedule some dedicated time for that thing. Set a literal timer (it can be a short amount of time at first) and sit down and do the thing without switching to a different website or opening up an app on your phone. This can be re-reading or watching a couple episodes of a show you like or listening to your favorite album while you sit down and draw. What's important is to spend a longer time focusing on doing something you DO like before attempting to spend a longer time focusing on something you DON'T like.

When you're starting on things you DON'T like, start with things you mildly don't like, or that feel tedious but aren't actually unpleasant. One way I do this is by transcribing poetry; I look up poems that I connect to and I transcribe them into a notebook that I have for that purpose. I enjoy having the finished product, but I don't enjoy the process, so it takes some effort to stick with it. Maybe there is a boring book you have been trying to get through, maybe you need to detail your car, maybe you've been trying to take up embroidery - these are good things to make yourself pay attention to (having music or a podcast on can help, but avoid watching videos or opening social apps)

When you're okay at that kind of thing (doing something not actively unpleasant) work on your attention span for things you ACTIVELY don't like. I don't think you should be a masochist about this, but you should work on being okay with doing unpleasant things for a sustained period of time. All of us have to do unpleasant stuff sometimes, and it's better to be able to pay attention to it for an hour at a time than it is to put it off forever.

This leads into the next Big Tip which is:

Work on being less reactive

Find something that you dislike; I'm going to use conservative talk radio as my example.

Expose yourself to the disliked thing for short periods of time (under ten minutes, maybe under five minutes).

Work on moderating your emotions during the time spent exposed to the disliked thing. If it makes you angry, work on intellectualizing the anger without becoming agitated by it. If it makes you sad, work on accepting that sadness without letting it drag down your mood. This isn't precisely about becoming numb to stimuli, but it is about being more in control of how your emotional reactions impact you.

Analyze the disliked thing. Why does it make you angry? Is that on purpose by the creator of the thing? Would it make someone else angry in the same way? How would you explain the anger to a neutral third party?

Consider responding instead of reacting. Let's say you're seeing a lot of very sad and upsetting things online and it's making you sad and upsetting you. You re-share these things because you don't feel like there's anything else you can do or you get angry when you see people sharing incorrect information, perhaps you argue with people about this. Now try looking at the upsetting things through the lens of point number four. This has upset you; how has it upset you? And once you've thought about how it upset you and have articulated that to yourself, find out what you can DO. I cannot make conservative talk radio go off the air, but I can support the groups harmed by conservative talk radio; thus there is no point in me getting upset and angry about conservative talk radio when I could be helping the people they target instead.

And that gets us to the last big tip which is:

Ask yourself if you are spending your time in a way that is enjoyable and edifying.

We all have limited time in our days and limited time in our lives. If you are finding yourself frequently frustrated online, it's a good time to consider whether you want to be spending so much time online.

If you feel like The Internet has become a rat race in which you can't read more than a few paragraphs without getting frustrated, there's a good chance that not only are you spending too much time on The Internet, but you're also spending it on doing things that you don't particularly like.

A realization like yours, Anon, that you are getting frustrated with any longer texts, can actually be really helpful because it provides a good opportunity to look at what you're engaging with and consider the questions:

Is this something I enjoy?

Do I feel good when I do this thing?

And that's a great way to figure out how to get rid of things that are leading to your background frustration. Maybe that looks like paring down the list of blogs you follow, maybe that looks like unsubscribing from some youtubers and podcasts, maybe that looks like uninstalling apps, maybe that looks like blocking a whole bunch of people and terms on your socials.

I don't think that everything we do has to help us grow as a person or expand our consciousness or anything like that, but I do think it's important to prioritize doing things that you like and doing things that you feel good about.

Like, I'm not doing something *wrong* if I spend an afternoon on Youtube watching drama channels every once in a while, but if I come out of a few afternoons of watching youtube drama channels feeling restless and anxious and like I wasted my time - even if I enjoyed myself while I was watching - it's probably a good idea for me to take a break from drama channels and see if there's something I can do instead that will make me feel better.

ALSO, A NOTE:

You are an animal that requires significant enrichment in your enclosure.

Think about tigers. Tigers in captivity are going to be excited to get high-value treats for any reason. They will eat and enjoy the treats. But if a tiger in captivity is only given the treats and never given any other form of activity to engage with, it is not going to be a happy tiger. If you start putting their treats in a pumpkin or a puzzle feeder or giving them toys to play with, that is going to be a much happier tiger.

Please give your brain things to play with that are more than just treats (though it does need some treats!). Make yourself a happy tiger. Your brain need a puzzle feeder, not a treat button.

[traveler-at-heart]

Stuck Together - Part 2

Summary: After Westview, Wanda and her children go into hiding. She's not happy with the person in charge of protecting them.

Wanda Maximoff x F! Super Soldier R

“I’m done playing nice, Wanda”

You stay by the edge of the forest, and the woman turns to look at you with a predatory smirk.

“Oh? You got over Vision so soon? I’ll admit this is an upgrade”

“Put the knife down, Agatha” Wanda pleads. Just as you’re wondering why she can’t just blast the brunette with her magic, you hear Wanda’s voice in your head.

She’ll kill me if I use my magic. 

Please, help me.

“Don’t try anything, hot stuff. I’m not above hurting a child. Trust me”

“Agatha, just let him go”

“Blast me, and then we’ll be even” 

“I can’t do that”

They argue back and forth, and you’re not sure what the hell has them so upset. Your eyes never leave Agatha’s hand, waiting for a small slip up.

And there it is, just as Wanda says something that pisses her off, the woman drops her arms, sneering at the Sokovian.

Without hesitating, you launch yourself forward, tackling the woman to the ground. What you forgot was her dagger, and as you struggle on the grass, it ends up lodged inside your abdomen.

“Ah, shit” you mutter, looking down at the blood spilling. Agatha stands up and buries the dagger deeper with the heel of her foot. “You bitch”

The fact that you’re still alive takes her by surprise. She probably doesn’t know a lot about super soldiers, which is the only advantage you have and will happily take.

Grabbbing her by the ankle, you twist it until she’s screaming in pain, falling face first. As you struggle to stand up, she crawls away, eager to put some distance between you two.

Just as she’s standing up, you tackle her once again, and you both roll down the hill that leads to a small clear. With the movement, the dagger gets buried to the hilt and you cough out blood.

“Why won’t you die?” Agatha grumbles, frantically searching for something to knock you down.

“Right back at you” you say, gathering your strenght to keep fighting. Except you’re losing a lot of blood, the dagger keeping you from healing. You decide to take the plunge, pulling it out without giving yourself any time to think about the pain. It’s only for a minute, and then you’ll heal.

“You’re not taking her with you” another voice warns. 

Now, who the fuck?

“Rio” Agatha says, out of breath. “No, that can’t be”

“Take her with me? Lady, I don’t want her”you hurry to say, shivering when the woman approaches you. There’s something about your fight or flight that kicks in when Rio walks up to you. 

She isn’t human.

You fall on your back, still losing a lof of blood. Why aren’t you healing? 

“Maybe some other time. Now’s too early for you. My love, let’s go”

You pass out in the middle of their bickering and fighting, no clue on what is happening.

—

Warm hands lift your shirt.

You catch a wrist, clearly on edge. Even if you still haven’t opened your eyes, you know there’s someone trying to touch you. Doesn’t matter what they want to do.

“Can I help you?” you growl.

“You’re bleeding out”

Wanda’s voice is tinged with concern, which makes you open one eye. You’re back in the house. The front lawn at least.

“I’m not worth the living room floor?” you try to joke but she glares, lifting your shirt up. Once again, you grab her by the wrist, and give her a stern look. “It will heal in a second”

“Well, it’s been fifteen minutes and I still see a lot of blood. But fine, die, see if I care”

“Aww, so damn sweet” you lie back down, and you can’t help but notice that she’s right. You should be healing faster. “The car keys are in my jacket, take them and the cash on the shed. There’s another safe house two hours south from here. You’re position’s been compromised, you have to leave”

Wanda opens her mouth to protest, but you roll your eyes, lying back down in the grass. Closing your eyes, you pretend to be resting, and only open them when you hear her stand up and walk inside the house.

She leads the kids through a back door, and you take the opportunity to lift your shirt and inspect the wound.

Well, shit. 

That’s definitely not healing.

The bleeding stopped, but the wound’s not closing. You can also feel a couple of cracked ribs. With a huff, you try to stand up, until you get on your knees, eyes meeting a pair of sneakers.

“Do you need anything else?” you ask Wanda with annoyance.

You’re not sure if you’re going to die, but you’d rather do it in the quiet of an abandoned house.

“The kids won’t leave unless I agree to take you” Wanda says and you sigh.

“Ok, so? They’re kids, you’re an adult. Make them” 

“It’s not that simple”

“I swear to God, Maximoff” you try to stand up, and everything spins, your vision cloudy.

It’s been a while since you’ve been this weak, and it’s not a nice feeling. It unnerves you to let anyone else see you weak and vulnerable.

You can’t let your guard down.

“Come with me to that other safe house, we’ll make sure you live, and then I can make the kids back off. Deal?”

“Do I have a choice?” you say, breathing heavily.

“Not really”

It takes you five minutes to be able to stand up, because Wanda doesn’t seem interested in helping you. When you manage to walk, you limp to the car, noticing the two kids standing anxiously by the vehicle.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Wanda blocks your way to the driver’s door, turning to the children a moment later to spare them the sight of another argument. “Get in the car, you two”

“If your driving skills are as bad as your temper, I’d rather drive, even with the hole in my stomach” you mutter, but she won’t move.

“Get in the passenger seat or I will put you in the fucking trunk” 

You stare at each other for a moment, and then you let out a sigh, surrendering. 

“Seatbelt” she says with a sweet voice, as if she hadn’t threatened you a minute ago. “Thank you”

The first few minutes of the ride are spent in silence, except for your sighs and grunts everytime she takes a sharp turn.

“Would you stop?”

“Would you? Christ, who thought you how to drive?” 

There it is again, a sharp turn and an abrupt brake that makes the seatbelt press against your wound.

“Natasha, actually”

“Well, she was a shit driver too” 

“Language!” Wanda slaps your shoulder, while the kids laugh in the backseat. “You two better not repeat that or any other bad word that Y/N says”

Fucking...

Both Wanda and Billy gasp, and you turn to look at him. 

“Stop it” she warns. “And you, I already told you it’s rude to read people’s minds without permission”

“Sorry, Mama”

Boy, she must have had them when she was a teenager or something, because those kids look close to nine or ten. You’re too tired and hurt to do the math, much less concern yourself with the fact that one of them can read minds.

All you know is that you’re hurt, you have a headache and you’re going to kill Maria.

Or at the very least, never answer her calls again.

Wanda decides the silence is a little too much, so she turns on the radio. She slaps your wrist away when you try to change stations.

Fine, whatever.

Leaning against the window, you control your breathing, trying to come up with an explanation as to why you’re not healing properly. Maybe you’re coming down with a disease. Something only people with the serum get.

Maybe you’re dying soon.

Oh, well.

“Turn here” you say, pointing at a small exit. “Drive straight until you reach the end of the road, house should be a small cabin”

“Ok”

You vaguely remember the rest of the path is a little bumpy. But every time the car swings you want to throw up.

“Please stop” 

“I’m just driving”

“Pull over, damn it” 

Wanda’s still arguing when you open up the car door, your head out so you can empty your stomach. Admittedly, there’s not much there; only the chips you ate a few hours ago and the beer you drank.

The taste makes you grimace. 

“We’re almost there” Wanda says and you nod, closing your eyes.

This safe house is a lot smaller, but at least it’s in better shape. The doors and windows are in mint condition and the bathroom has a first aid kit. Wanda is going over the provisions in the kitchen while the boys check the only bedroom.

You remove a tile from the bathroom, finding a hollow cabinet with sutures and other surgical equipment, including a stapler.

“Is everything ok?” Wanda stands in the threshold, and you almost want to laugh at her demeanor. She’s no longer giving you an attitude, instead looking anxiously at your bloody shirt and heaving chest.

And to think she wanted to kill you a few hours ago.

“Take your kids out for a walk or something”

“Why?”

“Because” you show her the stapler. “I’m about to stitch myself back together and I may be able to control what I say, but not what I think. Unless you want to expand their vocabulary…”

“Only Billy can…”

“I don’t care who does what. You got three minutes to leave, Maximoff”

She scoffs at your bitter tone, and you roll your eyes. Still, you wait until you hear the front door closing to lift your shirt. The skin around the wound is turning black, and you briefly remember the way Agatha’s fingers looked around the hilt of the dagger. It’s the same discoloration, as if the flesh is being consumed by something strange.

You don’t have much of a choice, though, because leaving the wound open means it will continue bleeding. So, you tear your shirt and place a piece of fabric in your mouth, breathing heavily until you press the stapler against the wound.

God fucking son of a fucking bitch, fucking fuckfuckfuck.

“Shit” you breathe heavily. The wound is closed, but you can’t find the strenght to get up. The only thing you can think to do is crawl into the shower, water running down your face and torso, as you sit there, weak and hurt.

You don’t even notice the moment you pass out, water turning cold as you lay there, motionless.

—

Wanda doesn’t dare to stray too far away from the cabin, mainly out of fear that Agatha would come back, but also because she was concerned about you.

Even now, she could hear some of your thoughts as you cleaned your wound. It was almost comical, how creative you could be to cuss out.

What’s not funny is noticing how your thoughts become quiet and pretty soon, there’s nothing that Wanda can pick up.

“Let’s get back, boys” she says when the silence becomes unnerving.

As soon as she opens the bathroom door and finds you unconscious in the shower, she wishes she had come back earlier.

“Y/N? Hey, wake up” she says, turning off the water and smacking your cheek. Your head lols to the side.

It’s impossible for Wanda to carry you all the way to the couch, even with the kids’ help. Plus, they’ve seen enough for a day and she doesn’t want to worry them. With a sigh, she relents and uses her magic to get you out, placing a couple of towels on the living room floor, close to the fireplace. A wave of her hand and there’s a small fire, heating up the space close to you.

“Hey, can you hear me?” she insists when you try to stand up, your shirt riding up.

That’s when she sees the wound. There’s a dark spot in your stomach that is quickly expanding, like poison going through your veins.

That dagger must have been enchanted in some way.

“Y/N, we need to get help” she insists, but you toss and turn, eyes opening briefly, unfocused. Wanda catches a glimpse of purple in them.

Agatha is very powerful, and there’s no doubt in Wanda’s mind that besides the physical pain, the incantation is probably messing with your head.

She calls your name one more time, hoping you can come back from it. To her surprise, you do open your eyes, smiling up at her.

“Tasha”

“No, wait…” is all she gets to say before you lean forward, kissing her softly. Wanda gives in for a fraction of a second, surprised at how soft your lips are. And then, she remembers you think you’re kissing Natasha, practically dying because of a witch that was after Wanda.

“It’s ok. Try to get some rest” Wanda says against your lips, eyes shining red as she tries to ease your mind. A moment later, you’re fast asleep.

“Is she going to be ok?” Billy comes out of nowhere, making Wanda jump.

“Sweetheart, don’t scare me like that. Y/N just needs to rest. Come here, let’s work on dinner” she stands up, her arm going around Billy’s shoulders. 

He doesn’t move, instead looking at your sleeping form with a curious expression.

“That lady she’s dreaming with. She’s pretty”

“Come on, sweet boy”

For the next few hours you hardly move, and Wanda works in silence, her mind split between how to save your life and the memories of her first few months at the Compound, back when she thought she could actually make something good for the world.

The kids are pretty tired, between Agatha’s ambush and their haste to run away. After dinner, they wait for a bedtime story, and Wanda promises she’ll wake them up if you need anything.

Once they’re asleep, Wanda comes back to the living room, sitting on the floor next to you. She remembers all too well how you would look for Natasha everywhere. How you only smiled at her, adoringly. 

All those times, you didn’t bother to pretend to like anyone else on the team. Wanda always felt like the child that never got to hang out with the cool kids. She also remembers very clearly the jealousy, the longing for someone to look at her the way you always looked at Natasha.

Yes, she had loved Vision. But his way of loving back was… different. There was stability, and honesty. But not passion. A lack of humanity that Wanda refused to think about. She was loved, that’s all that mattered.

And yet, every time she saw you laughing with Natasha, jumping in front of danger to protect her, reaching for her hand… Wanda thought about what it would be like. 

Almost seven years later, here you are, still calling for Natasha, even after she’s gone. What a cruel twist of fate.

A whine escapes your lips, and Wanda notices you shivering, though your skin is burning. She has to do something, and do it fast, before Agatha’s spell consumes you completely.

Hoping you can forgive her later, Wanda lifts your shirt once again, noticing the spell is now invading your chest. The younger woman closes her eyes, palm stretched towards you as red magic goes out of her fingers, enveloping you.

After a few moments, where it seems like nothing happened, you open your eyes, gasping for air.

“Shh, it’s ok, I’m here” she tries to calm you down, but it’s clear the spell is still in your system. Wanda tries to read your mind, but it’s a mess of pain, yelling and darkness. “Y/N, calm down, you’re safe”

But it’s as if you can’t hear her, standing up abruptly, hands flying to your temples. Pleading, you repeat the same words over and over.

“Make it stop”

Wanda’s heart is beating out of her chest as she approaches you slowly, like one would do with a wounded animal.

“It’s ok, I’ll make it stop”

She doesn’t know how she’ll manage, but you seem to calm down as she speaks those words and you lean against the wall. Wanda approaches you, her hand touching the skin of your wound.

“Will you let me help?” she asks in a whisper, looking into your eyes. 

A part of you knows that all this time, you’ve been hallucinating, thinking Natasha’s still alive. You also know that if you let go, you can die and maybe, just maybe, see her again. You can stop, there’s nothing worth living for.

Except Wanda’s pleading eyes as she leans forward, her hand touching your skin.

“I trust you” you finally say, closing your eyes and leaning against her forehead. At first it feels like your skin is burning, and you whine, trying to back away.

“I’m sorry, it will stop in a minute. I’m sorry, just listen to my voice, please? Stay with me”

You let her guide you through the pain, until you feel like a huge weight has been lifted from your chest and you take a large breath, as if breaking to the surface after being under water for so long.

Weakened, you drop to your knees, and touch the wound that is now healed.

“Hey, are you ok?” Wanda kneels next to you, your face craddled delicately between her hands. 

You nod, and for a split second you look at her lips.

“Hey, witchy” you say, a faint smile in your lips.

Wanda’s heart beats faster as you lean forward…

To pass out right on top of her.

Well, of course.

Idiot.

[gvshing]

Streamer Vi . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

masterlist

→StreamerVi! started streaming as a hobby. She figured it would make gaming feel less lonely and unproductive. She had friends she would play with occasionally but on the days they weren’t able to game together she feared she was wasting the evening away. Playing with no one, to no one, yelling into the abyss, celebrating a win to herself. It was lonely, and she hated the feeling that made her feel she was being unproductive. Even though deep down she knows that indulging herself in something she enjoys is never a waste or ‘lazy’. 

→When she started gaining traction/viewers she was genuinely surprised. She didn’t think she was THAT entertaining. Her viewers enjoyed her reactions that seemed so genuine. Enjoying her rage, shock, tears of sadness and of laughter. Her overreactions to angering situations within the games made her fans cackle with her creative sling of words she spat at the computer.  "I can't believe you guys like to watch this. I mean I appreciate y'all tuning in, but I do hope you guys are in therapy."

→StreamerVi! mainly plays action games but she enjoys a cozy game every now and again. Finding the stimulation of the fighting and fast paced scenes more enjoyable typically compared to the relaxation of cozier games. Though she finds herself indulging in Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley in her off time.

→StreamerVi! Was bad at Minecraft. Not that she would ever agree with that statement. Her fans aren’t sure why she’s so bad at it. She’s usually amazing at fighting and surviving in games like that. It’s mainly the building she’s not great at. Her houses were made out of dirt, wood if she’s able to obtain that much, and were shittily built cubes. She tries to make more intricate things but her brain short circuits and she’ll eventually break it down and make another dirt cube in its place. As long as her house has a bed, crafting table, anvil and furnace, she’s set. 

→StreamerVi! would have an intricate story line on her Sims game that gets progressively more confusing as it goes on. “God, Shelley is such an idiot. I know I created her but Jesus. How the fuck did she end up burning the house down? I didn’t even know you could do that in Sims! First, she ruins her marriage by cheating on Esteban. Then, she loses her daughter? Still no clue where she went. Lastly, she burns the house down? That’s why I didn’t let her go to college… On second thought, maybe that’s why she’s doing all this.” 

→Her Sims characters are her babies, for sure. She cries for ten minutes straight when one dies. She’ll walk off camera and you can hear sniffling off camera before she walks back in. “Okay, how can I make them haunt the house? I know they can do it. I will pay any amount of money to have that happen.”

→StreamerVi! would put up a poll on what games to play next on her stream and would put a joke game on there that would end up getting the most votes. So now she’s stuck playing some weird simulator game that lags constantly and is crashing every 5 minutes. “Who the fuck would make a dish washing simulator? I’m doing chores as a video game? That’s fucking boring. Why did you guys have to pick this one? Do you hate me? Be honest."

→StreamerVi! is a rage quitter. 100%. She would scream and smack her headset down on the table, walking away from her PC fully. Leaving the stream for almost a full minute to take deep breaths. “I may have overreacted a bit. Maybe. That boss is still a bitch, what the fuck even is that?” 

→She would sit down back at her desk and stare into the camera, hands in a fist resting over her mouth in embarrassment. “Guys, pretend that didn’t happen.” She would boot up the game to retry and be done five minutes later when she still couldn’t beat whatever it is she couldn’t win. “Okay, that’s it. I’m done. Fuck this game. See you tomorrow stream, I’m going to go take a deep breath and touch some fucking grass.”

→StreamerVi! drunk streams... already drunk when streaming or getting drunk on stream. She's done both. It doesn't happen often but when it does it a nice treat of chaos. Slurring, hiccupping and hearty laughter that echoes thoughout her whole apartment. The fans love it.

→StreamerVi!’s desk is probably messy. It’s not overly messy but she definitely has a few cups littered around, and old takeout containers from her 8 hour long streams. She cleans it frequently. She just spends so much time sitting over that desk, hunched over in uncomfortable positions, that it gets messy the second it’s cleaned. She eventually puts a trash can and a tub for dirty dishes right next to her desk to prevent clutter. It takes one time spilling water all over her keyboard for her to implement something to help. 

→StreamerVi! would cackle at her own jokes while everybody in her chat groaned. “That was a good one! I’m such a funny guy. You don’t get it, guys. And that’s fine, you don’t see the vision. Stop calling me lame! I am not lame! I’m hilarious. You guys are the lame ones. You’re watching me, someone you claim is lame, so what does that mean about you? Yeah exactly, lame-o’s” They would also groan at her use of the word ‘Lame-o’. 

→StreamerVi! fell asleep on live one time and has never lived it down. She streams for so long and she’ll just fall asleep waiting for a cut scene to end. Head propped up on her arm, lulling over with every breath. Her hand would slip causing her head to fall and smack against her keyboard, the brand new one she got after ruining the other one with the spilled water. She would jolt awake and stare at her screen in horror, reading the chat coming in faster than normal. “Is she… sleeping?” “She fucking dead.” “Awww, she looks like a sleepy puppy.” “Why is her mouth hanging open like that?? Is she drooling?? Y’all oh my god” “Literally, what the fuck.” She reads her chat and sighs deeply. “Guys. I must go. I’m so sorry.” She would hit the ‘end live’ button and immediately scream out of embarrassment. “They will never let me live this shit down. Fuck fuck fuck.”

→ And her fans don’t. “Waiting for her to fall asleep every time at this point.” “It was one time!!” It annoys the fuck out of her, but she appreciates her fans so she doesn’t mind the stupid jokes. 

→StreamerVi! has a strict streaming schedule and she is ALWAYS on time. She sits at her desk 5 minutes before time, ‘Go Live’ button staring at her. Anxiously scrolling on her phone until the clock hits 5pm. Streaming for the past 3 years has been all she knows, yet the anxiety she feels before beginning is intense every single time. 

→Anxiety melts away within seconds of hitting the dreaded button. Chats streaming in of various ‘hello’s and ‘missed you’s. 

→StreamerVi! probably streams more than just games as well. She enjoys vlogging when she’s out and about doing random stuff, like when she’s travelling and trying new foods. “Okay, what am I about to put in my mouth? If you know, please tell me, because I’m lost.”

→StreamerVi! loved the spontaneous streams sometimes more than gaming streams. They were low pressure and less chaotic. 

→She would do mundane things around her house when streaming as well. “You’re coming with me to dye my hair. I need help doing the back.” While dying it she would turn around and ask chat if she missed any pieces. They were unhelpful, as always. “You suck at this.” “Uhhhh bestie, you missed a few chunks ngl” “Does she have nobody irl who can help her with this?? Wtf are we supposed to do?” She would roll her eyes at her chat’s unhelpful responses. “I can’t even tell if you guys are being truthful anymore. You all hate me. I have friends! I’m just not bothering them with it! You guys could help! You just don’t want to! What parts did I even miss??” She eventually would facetime somebody to help her find the missing pieces. 

→COOKING STREAMS!!! 

→She loves to cook on stream! She enjoys the company when cooking. Although chat has definitely distracted her a few times and she’s burnt things because of it. “FUCK! Guys! Why did no one say anything about the literal pan on fire behind me?” She would run the pan over to the sink, throwing it in and quickly turning the water on. Snuffing the fire out. “The pan was in frame the whole time and we were chatting! I know at least one of you saw it! I even said ‘why does it smell like something burning?’ and none of you decided to say anything? You guys want me to die?” She often finds herself lecturing her fanbase as if she were their father. “Dad Vi back at it again with the lecturing.” “oohh we’re in trouble this time.” “Are we grounded?” 

→StreamerVi! would start streaming less often and get interrogated in her chat. “Where have you been??” “She’s got a girlfriend, guys. Look at her glowing. We’re so cooked.” Vi would scoff at their invasive questions. “I don’t have a girlfriend! I mean… Okay. Yes, I am seeing somebody but they’re not my girlfriend!” She would defend, growing redder the longer she goes on. Not convincing anybody. “Vi lovers. We’re fucked. We lost our chance.” “No offense guys! But none of you had a chance. I’ve just been busy… ANYWAYS! So today’s game…” she would change the subject, afraid she was going to hard launch a relationship that wasn’t even official. 

→StreamerVi! would casually drop the word ‘partner’ every now and again after a while. Accepting that she would never convince anybody that she wasn’t seeing someone. She was and she’s not a liar. 

→Chat would go CRAZYYY. Demanding to meet her partner. “You lecture us like you’re our dad all the time, and suddenly you don’t want to introduce us to your partner??” She gets what her fanbase is saying, but it ultimately depends on what the girlfriend says. Not her. 

→StreamerVi! would beg everybody to be nice when she finally does introduce you to her stream. “Guys, be nice. Don’t be mean like you are to me.” Her fans are offended. “We’re so nice!!” “So this is how you treat people who pay your rent?” “Dad Vi again.”

→StreamerVi!’s fans are nicer to you than to her. “SO pretty!” “How did VI!!! Bag you????” “no offense but she’s out of your league vi.”

→StreamerVi! Is only a little jealous. “So you guys hate me and love them? Well maybe they can just have my channel and I’ll retire since y’all hate me so much.” She’s the ultimate pouter. And pouts even more when chat is seemingly chill with that idea. “Ok! Best idea you’ve had thus far!” “yippee!” She mutes chat after that. 

→You make sporadic appearances on her channel every now and again. Often enough that you’re a ‘recurring character’ on her streams. Her fans love seeing you. Eventually you make your own streaming channel. But you only stream like once a month and it’s usually with Vi there. It’s not your thing as much as it’s hers. And you don’t want to take that away from her. 

→StreamerVi! Doesn’t tell her viewers that she proposed to you. They just happened to catch a glimpse at the engagement rings in various streams over time. “YOO IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS??” “Vi and Y/N engagement era”

→StreamerVi! Keeps a majority of her personal life secret from her viewers. It’s not that she doesn’t trust them with the information of most of her friends or family, or what she does for a living outside of streaming. She just enjoys having that still be private. It’s the small things after getting an online fanbase. She appreciates her fans but they don’t need to know anything. Like the day you guys get married. That’s for her, you and attendees. But, she posts photos from that day whenever she can. One of her top favorite days of her life for sure. 

→StreamerVi! Loves this life she’s miraculously gained. The fans that bully her, the friends she’s made, the games she’s played that she might not have if it weren’t for the viewers pressuring her, and you. 

[mixolya]

HIIIII LYAAAAAA uhm so im a reaally bigbigbig fan of your sae x reader works (and that very yummy series of itoshi sae x reader) UHMM can i request a oneshot of sae x reader?? Soooo i dont actually know if your inbox is open or not so feel free to ignore/delete this request.

Could i request a oneshot where the reader LOVESSS sae with his choppy bangs down? And the reader ALWAYS goes like cuteness aggression and sae would always pretend to not care and all but then like after some time, sae would like start to put his bangs down around the reader?? IM SORRY IS THIS WAS WAYYY TOO SPECIFIC, once again feel free to ignoree, don't forget to take rests and stay hydrated !! 💗😈

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: sad little prince !

synopsis: in which sae itoshi pretends he doesn't care, but he cares so much.

sae itoshi x reader ⭑ fluff / sae with his bangs down !! + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: thank you sm <33 i'll keep that in mind and start writing more for sae than for rin HEHE (i can't.) thank you for the request i hope ur doing well!!

you don't really remember when it started. maybe the first time he stepped out of the shower with his bangs sticking to his forehead and you shrieked like you'd seen a baby duck and a cinnamon roll have a child. all you know is that the moment you laid eyes on sae itoshi with his bangs down, your brain short-circuited.

"AUGH. WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE A SAD LITTLE PRINCE," you screamed, grabbing at your own hair. "i wanna BITE you."

he blinked at you, towel in hand. "you're weird."

"no because your face- your face, sae," you gasped, as if in pain. "it's like i'm seeing a rare pokemon. you're SOOO cute!!"

he walked away.

but not before you noticed the tips of his ears turning red.

⭑

from then on, it became a game. you seeing his bangs fall down = screaming like a child. him = pretending it annoyed him (fails).

you'd swat at his forehead while he styled them back. "traitor. i loved you for your bangs."

"not because i cook your eggs right?"

"no. i love you because your bangs make you look like a boy who's never known warmth until me."

he would sigh. "touch grass."

but the next time you facetimed, his hair was suspiciously fluffy. unstyled. bangs hanging slightly over his eyes.

you sat up. "hold up."

"what."

"wait-"

"it's humid."

you squinted. "is this a gift?"

he scoffed. "delusional."

but he didn't turn the camera off.

⭑

it started happing more and more.

you'd come over after work, and he'd be on the couch, hoodie half on, bangs falling into his lashes as he looked up from his phone. and you'd melt into the floor like ice cream.

"stop looking at me like that," he'd mutter.

"i can't help it," you'd whimper dramatically, climbing over him to squish his cheeks. "you look like a softie who listens to mitski and feeds stray cats."

he'd roll his eyes. "i literally just elbowed a guy in training ten minutes ago."

"yeah right. did you ever cry to lana del ray?"

you kissed his forehead, he didn't flinch.

⭑

one day, he came over late. hoodie on, hair slightly damp from a shower, bangs down.

you were sitting on the floor in your pyjamas, and he walked in quietly like he hadn't just chosen violence against your soul.

you stared.

he didn't say anything, just grabbed a water bottle and sat next to you. "sae," you whispered, poking his knee."

"mm?"

"you did it on purpose."

he shrugged.

"sae."

"what."

"i think i love you even more when you look like a sad little prince."

he turned to you and smiled softly. then, actually leaned into your shoulder. let his bangs brush your cheek.

"i know."

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

[sinofwriting]

Clingy - Ollie Bearman

Words: 1,211 Summary: Ollie just wants to touch his girlfriend. Which is a bit of a problem when the public doesn’t know about your relationship. (Requested)

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Ollie Bearman adores his girlfriend. The sky is blue, Charles Leclerc is a future world champion, and Ollie Bearman adores his girlfriend. Those are facts of life as far as he is concerned.

But honestly he dares anyone to not adore her. She’s perfect. Her eyes shine, lighting up and nearly glittering. She listens attentively to everything and everyone. Her hand perfectly fits in his. She always has a sarcastic comment on hand. He has hundreds of thousands of things he loves about her, adores about her, and they all make her perfect.

And it’s hard for him to pick one thing he loves the most about her. There’s the excitement on her face that greets him every time they see each other. Or how she rubs at his earlobe when they fly together. Maybe it’s how she knows all of his favorite things, from snacks, candy, music. But really, it’s the way she lets him cling to her.

He always has to be touching her. It embarrasses everyone they know, the way he just clings to her, gluing himself to every inch of her that he can. His parents, his mom especially, pleads with him to give her space, to let her breath, but he can’t help but touch. Her best friend, every time she sees them, always groans, telling them to get a room. Dino’s face screws up in disgust, usually mock. And she just laughs, running a hand over him, leaning more into him, silently letting him know that it’s fine and that she wants him to touch.

But now, she won’t let him touch, cling, and he pouts.

“Baby,”

He whines, reaching out for her, but she stays where she is.

“Ollie, if you touch me now, you won’t stop.”

“I know.”

Her hand comes up to rub at her chest. “And you can’t do that or fans will find out.”

He shakes his head. “They won’t! We’re only around Prema and they all know not to post photos of us.”

She looks unsure.

“No fans will be able to see us. Please let me hold you. And I’ll stop as soon as we leave this area.”

She still looks unsure but opens her arms, stepping forward and he quickly meets her.

His arms wrap around her tight, hands finding their way underneath her shirt, to get some much-needed skin contact.

“This is so much better.” He breathes, eyes closing as he lets the feel of her wash over him.

Thirty minutes later when they move to go to Prema’s motorhome, he doesn’t stop touching her. His arm slung around her shoulder, keeping her close as he kept dipping his head down to brush his lips across the top of her head, no matter how difficult it makes it to walk. He’s so wrapped up in her, and her in him, they both fail to notice the person taking a picture of them.

Then later when it’s dark and all the fans and press are gone, only the teams are allowed to still be at the track, a group of them all go to where the fans sit on camping chairs and blankets, sitting on the grass somewhat close together.

“This is nice.” She murmurs.

He smiles, moving a little so she can rest against him. “Isn’t it? We don’t get to really ever hang out like this. I mean at restaurants and clubs, sure. But there’s never this many of us at the track together and chilling.”

She looks around at the drivers that came with.

Dino, Paul, Jak, Christian and Pepe are all throwing something at each other. Luke watches them and is clearly trying not to laugh as they keep nearly dropping whatever they are throwing. Dennis is fiddling with his phone that’s connected to the speaker he brought, Arthur standing behind him also looking at the phone screen.

“It’s a good group.”

He laughs, “well, I would hope so since they are all my friends.”

“You have more than I thought. Track friends.” She clarifies. “When we first got together, I thought maybe you’d have two or three. But you’ve got nine, they all are amazing.”

“It’s too bad Fred couldn’t be here.”

“Yeah.” She agrees. “But we’ll see him next week.”

He doesn’t really think about the day. It was just a normal Thursday, it was whatever. He went over the data he needed to, did a few interviews, did some funny stuff for socials. The two things that stick out are her being there and him being able to cling to her and the hangout they had.

He wakes up on Friday to his girlfriend not beside him, but rather standing at the foot of the bed. “What happened?”

“A fan took a picture of us yesterday. And Christian posted a few photos on his Instagram story last night and in the very background you can see us.”

“Fuck.” He breathes.

“Yeah.”

“We’ll just have to be a bit more careful today.” He finally says, sitting up.

She gives him a look, “I think it might be best if I stay here for the rest of the weekend, or just stay away from the track.”

“What? No!”

“Baby, I love that you want to touch me all the time. I would never change that about you.” She tells him, moving onto the bed and holding his hand. “But, we are supposed to be secret. And y’know, we tried me coming to a race and now we know that we can’t do that.”

He thinks about her words for all of a second before shaking his head. “No.”

“Ollie.”

“No.” He tells her. “I know that we were supposed to wait until like August to be public, but it’s not like everyone doesn’t already know that I’m signed with Haas for next year. And I’ve already signed the contract with them. They can’t rip it apart because of this.”

He sighs when she doesn’t say anything, carefully taking her face in between his palms. “Let me worry about what Haas might or might not do. This is on me after all for being clingy.”

Her hands come up, fingers wrapping around his wrists. “I love that you’re clingy.”

Ollie smiles, blood rushing to his face at the quiet words. “It will be okay.” He tells her, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Promise.”

“Okay.” She agrees, smiling at him. “Just promise me that you won’t put your hand in my back pocket.”

His eyes widened, “You can’t ask me to do that. That’s like asking me not to kiss you.”

Her nose wrinkles as he presses a kiss to it. “I can ask that. I don’t think we need pictures of us with your hand on my ass.”

He pouts, hands moving from her face to her hips, giving them a squeeze. “But it’s so nice.” He whines before sighing. “Fine. But only if I can put my hand under your shirt.”

“Well, I can’t deprive you of everything.”

“Exactly.” He grins.

She shakes her head, but there’s a smile playing on her lips as she gets off the bed, extending a hand out to him. “C’mon baby, let’s get ready for our first appearance as a couple.”

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

Beautiful prince with a death wish, scars all over, slutty cleavage, and big brown eyes, who thinks his only purpose is to lay down his life heroically, maybe we should take Assan for another walk, so you too can touch some grass and find a reason to stay alive?

[lilyinmysoul]

Crybaby

Joel Miller x FReader

WC: 2.6K

Summary: You get hurt after working on the farm all day. Joel fixes your injury and your mood.

Tags: Fingering (F receiving), kisses over underwear, blood in many capacities; ingestion of blood from wounds, ingestion of menstrual blood (brief), description of dead animal, reader is moody, implied large age gap—I imagine reader to be early twenties or something, unsanitary wound cleaning practices, Joel calls reader ‘Kiddo’ once—I am who I am.

Note: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and I suddenly remembered how much I love it after putting it off. With this one, I was thinking of sweet and fluffy—which it is—but I had to go and add blood as a major element, it’s not that bad. Pretty tame. I imagine this takes place on a little farm not unlike Ellie and Dina’s. Post outbreak.

“Ace! Come back, boy!”

You’d never loved an animal more, but the dog was a menace. A disobedient menace, and the horse could have been fed and brushed already in the time you’d spent trying to lure Ace back to the house.

The fence around the house was short and minimal, but the dog knew never to cross it unless accompanied by either you or Joel for hunting. So as it came closer in your view, you figure that you might get a break from the chasing.

“Ace, slow… slow down, boy,” you call breathlessly, pace quickening and boots trampling over the tall grass. Your walk turns to a jog, which turns to a run. “Do you want some food, Ace? Just come… back. Come back.”

A bark sounds from the Canine’s mouth, and you wonder if he’s punishing you. Joel had asked you to get Ace inside fifteen minutes ago, and it looked like it’d take fifteen more. Maybe you just needed to tire him out.

The dog is still running, but you’re gaining on him. You must look silly running in circles around the backyard, but you figure that once he stops, you’ll convince Ace to follow you back in.

“Ace… baby, come… shit!” When your ankle twists, it only causes a few throbs that jolt up your leg. However, when you hit the ground, it’s your knee that erupts with pain. “Damn you, dog!” Your yell is lost on him, and you watch his tail as he dashes through the grass.

Joel had always told you to wear pants while working outside, but you always much preferred your dresses in the sun. You pull back the hemline, now dusted lightly with dirt, revealing a knee skinned and cut, trickling with little drips of blood. It doesn’t look nice, and you look down at the ground around the wound for a moment, your eyes spacing out on the red rock perpetrator that did this to you as your knee aches like it’d been shot.

You can’t get up yet, so you stare out onto the field, a hot tear of both frustration and pain threatening and conquering your eye, dripping down your face—to your dismay. In your head, you curse that hell raising dog and wish it was dinner time. You are hungry and angry and hurting. The free hand that doesn’t hug your leg to your chest comes down in an aggravated slap against the dry earth underneath you, as if to make it suffer as much as you are, right now. You wipe away the frustrated tear with your wrist, careful not to touch your eyes with your dirty fingers.

Slowly, you lift yourself from the grass, your white dress now tainted by the earth. You set your eyes on the house and begin the walk back to it, your steps a little shaky and slow as your knee slowly drips. The house comes closer and you think that maybe your slight limp is making the trek even more painful. You hope that Joel won’t call you dramatic, and despite the only mild pain, you want to cry.

You swat a fly from your eyes, continuing your walk as you near the old wooden steps to the porch. The house was quaint, and its old, peeling paint felt like home in a way nothing else had. You could cry here if you wanted to, and you make a face at Ace, who sits comfortably by the decrepit mailbox as your boots step up onto the planks. The dog lounges comfortably and it pisses you off further, another wave of hot tears threatening your eyes as you slump down onto the bench on the deck.

Immediately, your elbows find your knees and your chin finds your hands, and you bury your face in them as you let out a frustrated sob. It’s a rather trivial thing, and you don’t think you ought to be crying, which upsets you further.

Through the gaps in your fingers, you see Ace stand up with a lighthearted growl, trotting up the wooden steps and over to the screen door, which is now opening on its rusty hinges.

You see Joel’s shadow on the deck through the mesh as the metal frame is pushed open, and he clicks his tongue at the eager dog.

“There y’are,” he mutters. Looking up you see that his gaze is focused on Ace, a dish of food in his hands. There’s a smell of meat and blood wafting from it—certainly not appetizing, but it reminds you of your hunger.

The dog gives a quiet bark, moving jumpily as Joel sets the bowl down on the bottom steps. He hadn’t seen you yet, you don’t think, so you wipe your face as you watch him.

Joel Looks out for a moment on the grass field outside, his eyes scanning the yard for your figure. You hadn’t brought the dog in, and you hadn’t been back when he asked you to be. He surveys the field for a moment before turning back toward the door, now finally laying eyes on your sitting and slouched figure.

When he sees the tear streaks on your face, he says your name softly, yet exasperatedly. You meet his eyes, a little embarrassed, feeling petulant yet dignified.

His eyes wander down to your knee, red and cut, stinging and exposed, and then to your dress, a little dirty and stained with a bit of dirt and grass. He inhales and rubs his forehead. “Angel, what happened?”

You look over at Ace, your anger having subsided into a moody melancholy. The dog is happily lapping up rabbit guts as you rest your chin in your hands, annoyed. “I fell.”

“Okay…” Joel coaxes. He’s unsure whether the source of your sadness is the pain of your injury, or if you’re just feeling gloomy. He tries to be patient with you; he really does, but it’s hard. You don’t answer for a moment.

“You said I could make Ace’s food,” you state, your voice almost whiny. You didn’t even want to make it—it grossed you out—but still, you complained. You brush a few strands from your face, looking back down at the cracking and dull wood beneath your feet.

Joel exhales again, running a weathered hand through his graying hair. He still had to feed the horse, water the plants. He should probably cut the grass, too… “Baby, you didn’t finish gettin’ Ace. He needs t’a eat.” You don’t answer, so he adds, “And I know you don’t like dealin’ with the meat. Don’t play like you do.”

His voice was getting more stern, impatience creeping into it.

“Well… I fell,” you repeat. You want his help. You want some kind of attention, some affirmation of your feelings. You don’t know why you’re being so pettish, but right now, you’re hurt and you want your way—without being made to feel bad. Joel tried to keep you comfortable, but he couldn’t always feed into your moods. It was difficult, but he would do his best.

Joel takes another glance at your knee, now more bloodied than before. He exhales again. “I’ll patch you up, angel. Just… hang tight.” He turns back toward the screen, and you watch it open, then shut with a clank behind him.

You watch Ace lap up the rest of the food and run off. You stick your tongue out at him as he goes.

It takes a few minutes for Joel to get back, and you listen to the rustling of the wind in the trees, the blue sky momentarily lightening your mood. You watch the barn, still and quiet, and gaze out on the yard as the dog runs in broad circles. Your anger has lifted, but your leg still hurts.

When Joel comes back out, he has a little box of first aid, a small collection that remains hidden under the bathroom sink. “Alright…” he stands in front of you for a moment before kneeling down, slowly, the quiet air disturbed with the pop of a hip and the scuffling of his boots on the deck.

Your hard gaze softens at Joel’s large body kneeled in front of you. It felt nice, now, having him there. You could see, on the treeline, the sun beginning to slink away and out of view, to soon be replaced by the moon, but not before the sky would turn a vibrant yellow that you felt in your soul like honey.

“Alright,” Joel tugs one of your legs lightly, urging you to uncross them as he takes the strings of your left muddy boot. The thing was heavy, a bit loose, and perhaps contributed to your fall. “What happened, baby?”

“I was trying to get Ace, and he wouldn’t come, and I tripped. And there was a rock that I… I kinda hit, and so, now it hurts…” you rattle. The memory causes another hot wall of tears to threaten your eyes, even though the moment is long gone. Joel’s fingers move nimbly at your laces, and when he hears the shake of your voice, he glances up and his gaze softens. There was something about your teary eyes that never let him rest until they were dry again.

“You’re okay. M’sorry.” Joel kisses lightly on your knee, a bit of blood tainting his dry lip and he licks it away, pulling off your boot and moving to the next. When he removes the other shoe, he sets them both aside, and his fingers are light as they rub the area around the cut on your knee. “M’sure he didn’t mean it.”

Your response is almost snappy. “Yeah, of course he didn’t mean it. He’s a dog.”

Joel gives you a warning look. “Watch it.” He grabs an alcohol wipe from the box, tearing open the paper packet. “Don’t give me that, kiddo.”

He sometimes wonders if your petulance is a punishment from God for choosing someone so much younger. He loves you to death, but god, he’s getting too old to run around after you. It’s gotten better, lately, as you’ve settled in on the farm, but… you are so much.

“Gonna sting,” Joel warns, placing his free hand, big and warm on your unharmed knee. You brace yourself, readying yourself for the burn in your open wound. He dabs the gash lightly with the wipe, the material turning a light pink with blood, and a little more leaks from the cut. You hiss, drawing in a breath through your teeth.

“Ow…” you murmur as he draws away the wipe, dropping the sheet into the first aid box, discarding it and focusing his gaze back on you.

Joel’s thumb rubs over the untouched skin once again. “There y’go, baby. All clean…” he presses a slightly sluggish kiss to the wound and you tense, before relaxing into the feeling. It stings slightly every time his lips touch your knee, but it feels nice to have him here. Joel’s eyes watch as another dribble of bright red blood emerges, and his head dips as he licks it away. Soon enough, the drop has disappeared, replaced by the glassy shine of his saliva.

“Thanks,” you whisper, the sound almost lost to the wind. You were no longer teary-eyed.

He nods almost imperceptibly, a soft smile showing on his face as he rubs your thigh through your smudged dress. “We’re gonna clean this one. We’ll get it out,” he lightly pushes up the dress, your thighs becoming visible and his hand continues to rub.

“I like this dress,” you say almost mindlessly, looking out on the grass. The sky is darkening into a deep orange, and you feel both a contented warmth and a hungry growl in your stomach. Joel’s hand consolingly rubs your upper thigh as he gently raises your dress a little more, making your white panties visible.

You look down at Joel, eyes meeting his as his fingers move on to caress your hips under your dress. Your legs spread a little bit as he gets closer, leaning his head on your thigh, warm breath hitting your skin. “You wanna go back out and help me with the work?”

After a few moments of thought, you shake your head. “No,” you tuck some wandering hair behind your ear. “But I’m a little hungry.”

“M’kay, baby…” he tiredly grumbles, kissing up your thigh again. He reaches the lacy trim of your underwear, nuzzling gently into it. “‘M hungry, too.” A kiss to the fabric.

That elicits a laugh from you—the first one of the evening. Joel smiles into your panties, a huff of a laugh leaving his mouth. He breathes in, pressing a kiss to the cotton.

A thick thumb comes between your legs, pressing that sensitive spot through the fabric, and you both hum. The air is a perfect kind of warm, and you hear the first crickets begin to chirp.

“I’ll make you sumthin’…” Joel’s tone is noncommittal as he continues rubbing you. The sensation overpowers the still present, light throbbing of your knee, the pain slowly easing away.

You mumble an ‘okay’ when you feel his fingers slip under the fabric, sliding gently through your folds and eventually sinking into you once he finds the spot. Another raspy exhale leaves you, and you look down at Joel’s face, half hidden in the shadows of your lap as his fingers gently move in and out, curling softly.

“Mm, yeah…” Joel always seems to enjoy this just as much as you do—if not more, and you can tell by the way he murmurs under his breath; he must be hard, but he pays it no mind. None at all. “You still hurtin’?”

“Not very much,” you reply, your words low, now, matching the sun as it makes way for moonlight, darkness creeping into the sky. In response, Joel kisses your upper thigh, inner thigh, hip, as his fingers continue to move. They go a little deeper now, curve a little harder, plunge a little quicker.

Joel’s fingers quicken with a newfound slickness, his digits feeling wetter yet. He wonders if you’d missed him extra while working outside today—he wouldn’t blame you.

Your little grunts are the only sounds overlapping with the chirping of bugs and the buzz of the porch light, and Joel picks back up on the rubbing of your thigh with his free hand, his other dedicating itself to your pussy. One shoeless foot taps on the deck, harder each time Joel touches that spot, and more frequently with the closer you become.

Joel repeats your name a few times, breathily, as he feel your muscles tighten.

You tap your feet quicker, just barely able to make out the wet sound of his ministrations. He kisses your thigh once more, and when you cum, he kisses again, open mouthed and sucking.

He lets out a light chuckle, taking in your pacified expression as opposed to your previous state. “Needed that, huh…?” If you do answer, he doesn’t catch it as he withdraws his sloppy fingers from inside of you.

At first, in the dimness of evening, he doesn’t notice anything amiss, but it soon aware of the red liquid blending with and bleeding into the wetness on his fingertips. Blood mixes with spit as he examines it, and you look down, too.

“Oh, angel,” Joel mutters, looking down at his fingers once more before pressing them to his tongue, running them down its length and removing the excess liquid on your dress. “We’ll get this off… shit.”

You grumble when you see the pop of color, and again when Joel notices the steady trickle of blood into your underwear. The red is rich and overbearing, creating a deep patch of the color in your panties.

Joel stands reluctantly, kicking your boots off to the edge of the porch, forgetting them. “Get up, baby. I’ll get ‘ya somethin’ to eat… clean ‘ya up.”

Thanks for reading, I encourage comments and asks, all that

[vergils-beloved]

Some things you can do with your f/os that don't involve physical touch:

showing the other one of your favorite movies or shows!

making some diy gifts! you could make cool beaded bracelets with your favorite color for each other, or something simpler like a love letter but you decorate the envelope with little drawings or stickers!

letting the other try your food when you're eating together!

hashafashashaing together because of course you ate food that's way too hot

sharing a bowl of snacks and one of you picks out every piece the other doesn't like!

collecting the eight pages

taking a walk around one of your favorite places! maybe revisiting places that are significant to you as a couple like the place you first met or where you had your first date

or going somewhere completely new! doesn't have to be a whole vacation, you can just go to a spot in your town that you haven't been to before or visit something new that's nearby!

defeating the ender dragon

making a pretty flower crown to put on their head! learning how to make flower crowns if you have no idea. maybe you mess up

stargazing! lie down on the grass outside and watch the stars! maybe one of you can even point out constellations?

contacting an alien species from another galaxy! good intergalactic relationships are important

building a blanket fort out of whatever you can find! when you're done you can get cozy inside and watch a movie or listen to music together!

[lotsofmilfs]

I Fall To Pieces When I’m With You

Pairing : Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary : Agatha messes up big time and you’re finished with her, or you thought you were until she started begging.

Word count : 3000ish maybe more my bad

Warnings : Begging, Mommy Kink, Bondage, Degration, Toxic!Agatha but she’s literally a villain so what did you expect (i can fix her) okay there’s a lot.

Notes : If there are any mistakes I’m sorry I didn’t proofread this lmfao

“I’m not doing this anymore Agatha, you keep doing this and you keep hurting me and I—“ Your face crumples as you look at her, before you let it relax, your eyes filling with an emotion that was completely foreign to you. “I’m done.”

Agatha’s heart hammers in her chest, and you can hear her breath catch in her throat, “No, wait- no wait.” As you take a step back, she takes a step forward. “Come on baby don-“

“No!” You raise your hand, “You don’t get to call me that anymore, stay away from me.” You turn and you’re walking to the front door of your home.

“Please no. Please let me come back home, please, please, I’ll be a good girl.”

You look over your shoulder and your blood rushes to your ears as you see Agatha down on her knees, her purple slacks digging into the grass outside of your home, fresh hot tears flowing down her cheeks. “What is happening right now?” You whisper in confusion, your lower stomach burning at the sight.

“Please I’ll be so good. i’ll do whatever you want.” She crawls forward on her knees, her hands reach out but they don’t touch you, they’re trembling and pale in the moonlight. “Please Mommy, i’ll be such a good girl.”

Your jaw tightens, your heart pounding against your ribs as you stare at her—Agatha Harkness, the ever-powerful witch, on her knees, begging, looking so completely undone. The sight stirs something inside you, a complicated cocktail of emotions: anger, betrayal, and something darker, more twisted, and you can’t really decide if it’s entirely unwanted.

“Stop,” you snap, though your voice wavers. You can’t let her see how she affects you—not anymore. “This isn’t some game you can win, Agatha. This is my life—my heart—you keep playing with.”

Her tears flow freely now, streaking her mascara, and she looks up at you with an expression you’ve never seen before: raw, vulnerable, and utterly desperate. It makes you falter for a moment, but you shake it off, turning your face away to shield yourself from her pull.

“I know I hurt you,” she pleads, her voice hoarse, “I know I’ve been cruel, manipulative, selfish. But I—” she swallows hard, her breath hitching. “I can change. For you, I will. Just… don’t walk away. Don’t leave me alone in the dark. Please. Please don’t.”

You close your eyes, fighting back the memories of every tender moment you shared. Her laugh, her touch, her smile—they flash through your mind like a cruel montage. You know she’s capable of love; she’s shown it in her own way, but it always comes at a cost. And you’re tired of paying the price.

“Agatha,” you whisper, your voice trembling as you take another step back. “I can’t. I just can’t keep doing this.”

Her hands clutch at the hem of your jeans now, her fingers trembling as she looks up at you like you’re the sun and she’s desperate for warmth. “You can’t tell me you don’t feel it too,” she says, her voice has a bit more strength behind it, it’s nearly a purr. “You can’t tell me you don’t love me.

You freeze at her words, a lump forming in your throat. Of course, you love her. That was never the question. But loving Agatha has always been complicated, a labyrinth of shadows and light where the darkness threatened to consume you both.

“I do love you,” you admit quietly, and her face lights up with a fragile hope that nearly breaks you. “But love isn’t enough, Agatha. Not when it hurts this much.”

She shakes her head violently, her grip on you tightening. “No, no, no,” she chants like a mantra, her voice filled with panic. “You don’t mean that. You can’t mean that. Please, just tell me what to do—tell me how to fix this. I’ll do anything. Anything.”

Your resolve begins to crack as she presses her forehead against your abdomen, her sobs shaking her body. But you force yourself to stay firm. “I’ve told you before,” you say, your voice soft but unyielding. “You can’t fix this with promises. I need actions, Agatha. I need to know I can trust you. And right now, I can’t.”

Her head lifts, her tear-streaked face etched with a mix of sorrow and determination. “Then let me prove it,” she begs. “Give me a chance to prove it, Mommy. Please.”

Your stomach burns at the way her voice drops, the way her lips wrap around the word, so vulnerable yet deliberate. It’s a plea and a challenge all at once, one you’re not sure you can ignore. She doesn’t stop. She’s staring up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes, her lips trembling as she whispers again.

“Please, Mommy.”

Your breathing grows shallow, and you can’t tell if it’s fury, heartbreak, or the electric heat crawling up your spine that’s making you feel like this. You step forward, grabbing her chin roughly and tilting her face up to meet your eyes. Her lips part in a shaky breath, and the look in her eyes—pleading, submissive, full of unrelenting need—snaps something inside you.

“You think this fixes everything?” you hiss, your grip firm but not cruel. “You think you can just crawl back to me, say the right words, and it all goes away?”

Agatha shudders under your touch, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she leans into you, her hands reaching up further to grasp the fabric of your shirt as though it’s the only thing tethering her to reality. “No,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “But I don’t know how else to make you stay.”

Her words slice through you, and before you can think, before you can stop yourself, you bend down and crash your lips against hers. It’s not soft or tender it’s raw and demanding, a clash of teeth and desperation as you pour every ounce of anger, frustration, and unyielding desire into the kiss.

Agatha gasps against your mouth, her hands clutching at you like she’s terrified you’ll disappear if she lets go. Her moan vibrates against your lips, and it only fuels the fire burning inside you. You hate how much you want her, how easily she can unravel you even when you’re supposed to be furious with her. You pull back just enough to look at her, your breaths mingling as you glare into her wide, dilated eyes.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” you growl, your voice low and dangerous, and your hands are now cupping the back of her neck. Your fingers buried in the long brown hair that rested there.

Agatha nods quickly, her lips swollen and slick from your kiss. “I don’t care,” she breathes. “I’ll take anything. Just don’t push me away.”

You stare at her for a moment, your grip on her tightening in her hair as you try to sort through the chaos in your mind. The logical part of you screams to stop, to walk away before you fall back into the same toxic cycle. But the way she looks at you—like you’re the only thing in the world that matters—makes it nearly impossible to pull away.

“Agatha…” you whisper, your voice cracking. She lifts her hand to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realised had fallen. You don’t even know when she stood.

“I’m yours,” she says softly, her voice trembling but steady. “No matter what. I’m yours.”

You close your eyes, resting your forehead against hers as you try to calm the storm raging inside you. For better or worse, Agatha Harkness has you wrapped around her finger. And despite everything, you’re not sure you want her to let go.

Your breath is heavy as you stay pressed against her. Her hands tremble where they cling to you, and you hate how much you crave her touch despite everything she’s done. Your mind screams at you to pull away, to put space between you and her, but your body refuses to listen.

Her lips part slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please… don’t stop loving me,” she murmurs, her eyes searching yours with a mixture of fear and longing. “I’ll be good. I promise. Just don’t leave me.”

Your jaw tightens as her words wash over you. “Agatha,” you begin, your voice low, dangerous, “do you even understand how much you’ve hurt me? How much damage you’ve caused?”

Her face crumples, guilt and despair etching themselves into her features. “I know,” she says, her voice breaking. “I know I’ve been selfish and cruel. I know I’ve pushed you too far. But I—” she swallows hard, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks, “I can’t lose you. I won’t survive it.”

You take a sharp breath, your emotions warring inside you. “You don’t get to just say that and expect me to forget everything, Agatha. You don’t get to manipulate me into staying.”

“I’m not trying to manipulate you,” she pleads, her hands sliding up to cradle your face. Her touch is warm, grounding, and it only makes it harder for you to think clearly. “I’m trying to show you that I need you. That I love you. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you.”

Her words hang in the air, heavy with sincerity. For a moment, you’re silent, staring at her, trying to discern if this is another one of her games or if she truly means it this time. The vulnerability in her eyes, the way she’s holding you like you’re the only thing keeping her afloat, makes you believe, against your better judgment, that maybe she does.

“You say you’ll do whatever it takes,” you murmur, your fingers brushing against her jaw. “But what happens when it gets hard, Agatha? What happens when I ask you to be better and not just promise me you’ll change?”

Her grip on you tightens, her determination shining through her tears. “Then I’ll fight,” she says firmly. “For you. For us. I’ll fight every single day if that’s what it takes.”

You let out a shaky breath, the walls you’ve so carefully tried to build around your heart beginning to crack. “If I give you another chance, Agatha, there are no more lies. No more manipulation. You don’t get to play your games with me anymore.”

She nods fervently, her gaze locked onto yours. “I swear it,” she whispers. “No more lies. No more games. Just you and me, the way it should’ve been from the start.”

Your heart aches at the sincerity in her voice, and you curse yourself for wanting so badly to believe her. Against your better judgment, you lean in again, your lips brushing against hers softly this time, testing her resolve.

Agatha melts into you, her arms wrapping around your neck as she presses herself closer. The kiss is slow, deliberate, a silent promise that feels heavier than any words she’s spoken. When you finally pull away, her eyes are glassy but hopeful, her chest rising and falling as though she’s been holding her breath.

“I’m tying you up tonight.” you whisper, a breath away from her lips.. “you’ll let me do whatever i want to you, and you’ll be good, won’t you? Like you promised? Like you begged to be?” your tone is dominating, your eyes dark

Agatha’s breath catches, her wide eyes searching yours as your words sink in. Her lips tremble, her body stiffening for a brief moment before she nods, her cheeks flushed with a deep, telling heat.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice shaky yet eager. “I’ll be good. I promise.”

You smirk, your thumb brushing over her lower lip before gripping her chin tightly, forcing her to hold your gaze. “You’d better,” you murmur, your tone dripping with authority. “Because if you don’t, I won’t be so forgiving.” You lead her inside, your hand on her lower back. Once you’re both in the foyer you close and lock the door before grabbing her hips.

Her body shudders beneath your touch, her hands twitching at her sides as though she’s unsure if she’s allowed to touch you. You lean in, your lips brushing against her ear, your voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“Strip.”

Her eyes widen, and for a moment, she hesitates, as if she’s testing to see if you’re serious. One sharp, expectant look from you though, and she’s moving. Her trembling fingers fumble with the buttons of her blouse, her breath quickening as she works to obey you.

You step back slightly, crossing your arms as you watch her, your gaze predatory and unrelenting. “Good girl,” you murmur as the fabric falls to the floor, leaving her exposed to your scrutiny.

Her hands instinctively move to cover herself, but you stop her with a low, commanding, “Don’t you dare.”

Agatha freezes, her arms dropping to her sides as she looks at you with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. You take a step forward, your hand trailing down her neck to her collarbone, your touch light but possessive.

“You’re mine. Completely and utterly mine. And you’ll let me do whatever I want, won’t you?”

Her breath hitches, and she nods fervently, her voice barely audible as she responds. “Yes.”

You smirk, your fingers tangling in her hair as you pull her into a rough, claiming kiss. You completely take over, sucking her tongue into your mouth before pulling away, leaving Agatha breathless and trembling, her lips parted as though she’s about to plead for more. But you’re not about to make it that easy for her. You let your fingers trail down her throat, over her chest, your touch light enough to tease but not enough to satisfy.

“Turn around,” you command, your voice steady and unyielding.

She hesitates for the briefest moment, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, before obeying. Her movements are slow, deliberate, as though she’s savouring the moment. Once her back is to you, you step closer, your hands skimming over her bare shoulders and down her arms.

“Good girl,” you murmur, pressing your lips to the curve of her neck, making her shiver. “You’re already learning.”

Your hands drift lower, reaching her wrists. You grab them firmly and guide them behind her back, holding them in place as you whisper against her ear, “Stay still.”

From the corner of your eye, you spot the silk scarf you’d discarded earlier. Perfect. You let go of her wrists for just a moment, reaching for it, and you hear her whimper softly at the loss of your touch.

“You’re impatient tonight,” you tease, your voice smooth. “But that’s fine. You’ll learn to wait.”

Agatha’s head tilts slightly, her breathing uneven as you bind her wrists together with deliberate care, the soft fabric cinching against her skin. When you’re finished, you step back to admire your work, your gaze sweeping over her form.

“You look beautiful like this, completely at my mercy.”

Her cheeks flush deeper, and she glances over her shoulder at you, her voice soft and almost shy. “What are you going to do to me?”

You smirk, stepping closer and running your hand down the length of her spine, making her arch slightly. “Whatever I want,” you reply, your hand slides back up her back, slowly and torturous in pace, before your fingers wrap tightly into her hair, tugging her head back.. “And you’re going to take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, her voice trembling with anticipation. Her blue eyes are closed and there’s a bright flush on her cheeks and chest.

You let her hair go, and she immediately relaxes, her chin falling down to press against her chest. You press a kiss to the back of her neck, your hands exploring her body with more confidence now. The power you hold over her is intoxicating, and you can feel her surrender in the way her body reacts to your touch.

You take your time with her, letting the moment stretch, the air thick with anticipation. Agatha’s breathing is shallow, her chest rising and falling as she waits, bound and vulnerable, completely at your mercy. The sight of her like this, the once-imposing witch now trembling and obedient under your control, sends a thrill coursing through you.

Your fingers trace slow, deliberate paths along her shoulders and down her arms, grazing the silk binding her wrists. You lean in close, your breath warm against her ear. “Do you trust me?” you ask softly.

“Yes,” she whispers without hesitation, her voice shaking but sure.

“Good.” You press a lingering kiss to the curve of her neck, your lips brushing over her skin as your hands wander down her sides, teasing her bare hips. “Because you’re not allowed to hide from me tonight. Not a single thought, not a single sound. I want all of you.”

She lets out a shaky exhale, her body leaning into your touch, and you can feel the way her muscles tense and relax beneath your hands.

Your lips start to press small and deliberate kisses against her right shoulder. You’re delighted to hear a soft and needy moan leave her throat, your soft lips slide against her warm skin before they reach right under her earlobe. “Remind me who you belong to again?”

Agatha takes a deep shuttering breath and she whimpers before answering. “You mommy.”

You hum in response and slide your palms up her sides, brushing your fingertips against her ribcage, and then back towards her spine before you push her over the end of the bed. “Crawl up, I want to see you.”

Agatha’s face heats as she realizes what you wanted from her, but she listens, like a good girl. She crawls up onto the bed properly on her knees and she leans down so her chest is pressed against a pillow, her ass on display, and more importantly, her soaked center.

“Fuck baby.”

Agatha whines at your appraisal, and she arches her back even more for you, her face now planted in the purple satin pillowcase.

“Look at you.” You whisper and press your thighs against the end of the bed, your fingers reach out to touch her pale skin. “So fucking beautiful for me.” You lick your lips, “Do me a favour darling and keep that face pressed into that pillow.”

You can see Agatha’s nod and she rocks a bit on her knees, it’s like she’s fucking herself on nothing at all and it sends a heat through your body, your cheeks are flushed. “You should be good like this, you’re being so well behaved for mommy, i think…” You look at the headboard, where two ties are already resting, “No I think you’ll be good just like this.”

Agatha let’s out a heavy sigh into the pillow and she leans up just slightly, her voice still quite muffled. “Mommy I promise I’ll be so so good just… Please.”

You smirk and you press a small kiss to her spine, her skin jumps underneath your lips and you chuckle before kissing lower, “Oh darling… I know.” You coo as you drag your lower lip up the skin on the back of her thigh.

Agatha’s face digs into the pillow and she tries to calm her breathing as your face, as your tongue gets closer and closer to where she wants you. She promised she would be good, and she intended to follow through. “Please.” She whimpers it out, and it’s pathetic and it’s so entirely muffled in the pillow that her eyes fill with tears. “Please please please.”

You raise your eyebrow from your spot, now you pull back slightly but you keep your palm on her ass, your thumb sliding over the small dent at the bottom of her back. “hm? What’s that? Do you need mommy?”

You watch as she trembles and you smirk. “Oh sweet girl, i bet you need it so bad don’t you? you need mommy’s fingers and tongue and you need me to fuck you so so good.” You’re voice is high, teasing, babying her. “Gods you’re dripping.” You moan out as you watch her arousal drip out of her and down her thigh. “Fuck look at you, all spread for me. Ready for me.”

Agatha starts rocking back and forth on her knees again, fucking herself with air. Her mind is working faster than anything, and your words were causing heat to flare out in her stomach. “Fuck mommy please.”

“So desperate,” your fingers slide down the back of her thighs. “You’re so pathetic Agatha, and so needy, you just want and want and want.”

A whine.

“You’re so pathetic for my attention, the moment you didn’t have it you broke didn’t you?”

Agatha’s shaking now, her thighs trembling as you watch her rock, her breathing is coming out in quick pants. “N-No wait- wait!”

“You’re such a fucking slut for me- you’d do absolutely anything I asked right now. Just for a bit—,” your fingers trail up the inside of her thigh, collecting her on your finger. “Of relief.” You suck the finger in your mouth and let out a hum.

Agatha can’t take this. She is crumbling, and its quick. “Please. Please wait” Her face is sweaty now, locks of brown hair sticking to her forehead as her cheek rests on the pillow. She’s so flushed.

“Imagine, imagine if all the covens knew? Imagine if everyone knew that the big, scary and horrible witch killer Agatha Harkness was laying face down-“

“Stop-“ Agatha chokes out.

“With her soaking pussy in the air-“

“No wait I’m gonna-“

“About to cum just because someone is being mean to her.”

“Fuck!”

Agatha isn’t loud, she’s usually in control, most sounds are muffled by a bitten lip, but right now? Right now she’s unrestrained, she screams. Like she didn’t expect this. Her thighs are now taught as she rides out her orgasm, and you an see her heartbeat pumping to her center. Juices flow out in copious amounts and you collect them with three fingers, ignoring Agathas cries of sensitive protest.

Once your fingers have enough on them. Your middle finger creating a ridge, collecting all the cum you could. “I love how much you give me.” You husk out, not even meaning to. Agatha was always generous when it came to coming, in your mouth, on your fingers, and now she’s done it for the first time untouched and she still made sure you had enough to swallow.

You can tell she’s waiting, you hear it in the way she’s holding her breath. But you move up the bed, your front pressing against hers and you delight in the moan that she lets out due to the contact. You bring your fingers up to her mouth. “Open.”

She gasps, and her eyes are dark, and desperate as they open up, she looks so wrecked like this. She listens, and she parts her mouth just enough fo you to put your fingers in and when she closes her mouth to suck your fingers clean her eyes flutter closed. “That’s a good girl.” You praise and you feel her rock back against you. “Jesus Agatha-“ You slap one of her ass cheeks and she moans loudly around your fingers. “Fuck.”

Agatha opens her mouth just enough for you to slide your fingers out and she presses her face against the pillow. “Thank you.”

You lick your lips, sliding a steady hand down her spine. “Thank you… Interesting, for what?”

Agatha whines into the pillow, fights a bit with the binds on her wrists and she lets out a breath.”Thank you for letting me….”

“Cum?” You supply, your cheeks hot with arousal.

“No.” Agatha wiggles a bit, her ass once again gaining your attention. “For letting me drink from your fingers.”

Heat crawls up your spine and pools right into your lower stomach. “Agatha… Are you ready?”

She lets out another breath, steadying herself. “I’ll take whatever you give me mommy.”

[jeonjaemark]

baby please come home || choi seungcheol

content warning: light suggestive, sexual themes, MDNI // masterlist

“you’re so serious.” he giggles, pulling his phone closer to him.

i cut down the strip of paper and fold it diagonally creating a pattern before looking back at my phone. seungcheol was laid up against the headboard of his bed in the hotel room. for the past hour we have been talking back and forth while i tried to wrap up some last minute gifts i bought.

“wrapping gifts is an art form.”

“babe, people are going to end up ripping the paper anyways.”

“you know i could always return or revoke your christmas gift.” i stick my tongue out at him. “and for your information everyone always compliments my wrapping skills.”

“i know. everyone compliments me too.” he winks.

i roll my eyes at his word play and set the newly wrapped gift under the tree.

“what did you get me for christmas?” he asked curiously.

“i forgot. you would have to ask kkuma cause she was with me when i wrapped it.” i half laughed as he pouts his lips glaring at me. “even if she tells you, you will have to wait until after christmas when you get back to open it.”

“can i open you instead?” a smug grin on his lips.

i bit back my tongue from the bait and just shake my head at him. kkuma walks over to me, brushing herself against me. seungcheol’s face lights up at the sight of her.

“kkuma! hi!” seungcheol coos through the screen.

she doesn’t pay attention to him, not even turning her head at the sound of his voice. she leans into my hand as i gently stroke through her hair. she leans up to kiss my cheek making me giggle. seungcheol repeatedly fails to call kkuma to his attention while i kept cracking jokes about how kkuma loves me more than him. i glance back at my phone finding him sulking.

“kkuma! you knew me and love me first before you knew her. why are you ignoring me?” seungcheol spat making me laugh.

kkuma continues to circle around me as i reach around to touch her. she walks off bringing back her favorite ball i recently bought her. i tossed it across the room as she chased after it. seungcheol watches us play together when i notice something flash over his eyes.

“is it wrong that i hate the fact i am working through christmas this year?”

“no, it makes you human.”

“i wish i was home. i miss my girls.” he brings the phone closer to his face.

“we miss you too. i wish you were home for christmas. it’s our holiday that started everything.”

“we can actually can thank kkuma too for that.” he chuckles.

i stroll down the pathway leading towards the large grass field. a few people were playing on the field kicking back and forth a soccer ball. a couple was sat under a tree with a picnic blanket talking and giggling. i take a deep breath taking in my scenery. when reach into my bag searching for my phone, i feel something pawing at my legs. i look down to find a small white fluff at my legs. she leaps up pawing at me until i giggle kneeling down to her.

“hi puppy. what are you doing here? you’re so cute.” i scratch behind her. she stands on her hind legs licking my cheek.

“kkuma! kkuma! come here, baby!” a deep voice calls out.

i look back finding a tall buff man dressed in a beanie, hoodie and jeans. his cheeks were flushed with red from the cold as he walked closer to me. his soft brown eyes meet mine and a surge of warmth rushes through my veins.

“i am sorry about her. she tends to explore on her own. i’m seungcheol by the way and you’ve met kkuma already.”

“no worries. she’s cute and very sweet.” i stood up reaching to shake his hand. “i am y/n.”

“thank you. she seems to really like you.” he smiles taking a step closer.

“maybe she has a good intuition. you know cute girls tend to gravitate towards other cute girls.” i grin running my hand again over kkuma.

“maybe. speaking of gravitating, what gravitated you to come to the park?”

“i just wanted some fresh air and needed to get out of the confinement of my hotel room.”

“you’re not from here?”

i shake my head, “i am just visiting for the holiday season.”

“well while you’re in town, maybe kkuma and i can help show you around the city? that’s if you and your boyfriend aren’t doing anything.”

i bit back a smile but failed miserably, “i am not seeing anyone right now.”

“that’s great. wait… i mean…” he rubs the back of his neck with hand. his face scrunching up from tripping over his words “i mean that’s great as in we can show you around. not ‘that’s great’ that you’re single or anything. not that i am wondering if you are single or anything. wait i mea—“

“seungcheol, would you and kkuma like to have a lunch on wednesday with me?” i asked saving him from further stress and embarrassment.

“yes, we would love to.”

kkuma’s soft bark brings me back to reality and i look at her as she stood at the doorway. her head held high as she stares me down.

“babe, i will call you back. kkuma needs to use the restroom.”

“it’s okay. i have to go anyways. i am gonna have to head out soon so i am just gonna take a quick nap. i will try to call after i settle back into my room later.”

“okay. be safe and have fun. i love you.”

“have fun wrapping the rest of the gifts. i love you.” he blows me a kiss. “i love you too kkuma.”

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kkuma strides next to me as we walk down the pathway towards the grass field. for the good part of our day kkuma and i have been a bunch of couch potatoes snuggling together. i didn’t feel like moving much since christmas eve is meant for lazing around but i did answer back to a few work emails. plus the holidays aren’t the same without seungcheol. some of my friends and family have either called or texted me, wishing a happy holidays, merry christmas eve and updating me on the chaos preparations for the holiday parties or the new drama they learnt from family over the last few hours.

halfway through my movie marathon my eyes started to hurt and kkuma started to have zoomies around the apartment. it was to the point where i thought she was bouncing off the walls as she turns from one corner to the next. the moment i asked her if she wanted to go to the park, she immediately zoomed to grab her harness from the basket near the front door.

we made it down to the open grass field. there wasn’t as many people today since it’s a holiday. a few younger children were playing in the corner screaming and laughing with a rubber ball. one of the kids noticed kkuma and went zooming towards her. the little girl dressed in baby blue tracksuit with her pigtails flopping in the air stops halfway when she saw kkuma hid behind my legs. i kindly wave at the little girl smiling and crouch down towards kkuma. she hops into my arms and the little girl walks closer but remains at a respectful distance admiring her.

the younger girl waves at kkuma before darting back to her family. i wave kkuma’s paw in her direction before setting her back down and removing her leash. i run my fingers through her hair a few times before holding up her favorite bright green ball. her eyes light up in excitement as she stood tall on all four legs being attentive towards my hand. i draw my hand back tossing the ball a few feet away and kkuma zooms right after it.

in between tossing the ball back and forth with my fluff ball, i glance down at my phone. there was nothing. not a single text or call from him. i click on instagram and immediately get flooded with everyone’s holiday photos and videos of either cooking, playing games or opening presents. someone from my old high school posted her photos of her engagement ring she got the other day with her new fiancé. i swipe out of the app sighing to myself.

kkuma drops the ball in front of me and when i throw the ball i don’t realize the amount of force i used. she goes zooming again down the field but this time a little further than i am used to. i walk after her to make sure she is safe but she continues to run down the field. an uncomfortable pit in my stomach forms causing me to jog down after her.

“kkuma! kkuma! come here!” i shout after her.

kkuma continues to run not listening to me. her speed is mind boggling, considering she is tiny. it seem like she was getting further and further away.

when i finally spot a white fluff ball with a pink bow i notice her playing with a tall buff man in a pink hoodie. why does that hoodie look so familiar? i call out kkuma’s name hoping this time she will respond but she still continues to play with him. the man pushes himself up from grass and looks in my direction.

i stop in my tracks in disbelief when his face comes into clear view. dark brown eyes. bushy eyebrows. creamy moonlight skin. pouty lips. that can’t be him.

“i think we solved the argument over who kkuma loves more.” he calls out teasingly.

i slowly walk to him, still trying to process it’s him. seungcheol says something to kkuma and she goes flying towards me with him jogging lightly. they meet me halfway and it starts to settle that’s he’s here. he’s real. it’s not figment of my imagination.

“your dog is really cute.” he smirks walking up to me.

“thank you. her dad and i think she is really cute too.”

“oh, you’re taken? your boyfriend must have good taste having a cute dog and a cute girlfriend.”

“yeah, i would consider him lucky, but he does have a jealous side. so i wouldn’t want you to stand too close to me.”

seungcheol chuckles before pulling me into his embrace. i wrap my arms around him burying my face into the crook of his neck. the hollow feeling in my chest disappears filling up with oozing warmth. at the strength of seungcheol’s arms around me, i think we know who misses who more. kkuma jumps up at us barking and wanting attention but we were both too wrapped in each other to cave into her.

“what are you doing here?” i pull away enough to look at him.

“our schedule wrapped up early today and i asked if i could take an earlier flight back than everyone else.” his smile beaming from ear to ear. “i didn’t want to be away from you longer especially today.”

“i’m happy you’re home.” i lean up kissing the corner of his lips.

“me too.”

kkuma barks again after a few minutes of silent and we both look down at her chuckling. seungcheol reaches down to pet her again and she licks up his face while i clip her leash back to her harness and stuff her toys back into her bag. seungcheol takes the leash from me and i wrap my hand around his arm leaning my head in his shoulder as we walk back to the apartment.

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i rub my cheek against the soft surface underneath me when i feel seungcheol pull the blanket more to cover my body and protect me from the cold. his hand gently running up and down my back in a comforting motion. some people were talking on the tv but i couldn’t recognized the show, movie or video playing quietly in the background. i snuggle my face closer to his chest breathing in his woody clean scent.

“you know it’s creepy to stare.” i murmured, my eyes still closed.

“it’s creepy for random people who do not know you, not for someone who is in love with you.”

i look up at him from my eyelashes as the corner of lips rises at his words, “ugh, you’re home for less than twenty four hours and you’re already getting too clingy.” i joke, pushing myself off him.

seungcheol tightens the blanket and his arm around my body preventing me from leaving. i laugh falling back down to his chest.

“i have a little christmas present for you.”

“i thought i got my christmas present last night. it’s the reason i am sore today because someone clearly missed me.” i giggle.

“well, today is actually christmas day and this is more sentimental and something you can wear and not have it stuffed inside you.” he teases, handing me the small velvet box. “but i would be more than happy to oblige to the latter if you’re in the mood for some more.”

seungcheol kisses my temples and hands me the box. i exam the small velvet exterior suspiciously before flipping it open. a small gold chain bracelet with a heart charm at the center.

“oh my god, cheol!” i gasped staring at the box. “you shouldn’t have. this is so beautiful.”

“it’s the same one like mine so we can match” he holds his wrist next to the box. “you’re always running your fingers over mine so i thought why not get you one that matched.”

“you know the jewelry you’ve gotten me each year keep going down my body. first the earrings then the necklace and now a gold bracelet. should i be expecting a ring next year?” i joked, taking the bracelet out.

“well, we’ve talked about it a lot. maybe one day i will just randomly take you ring shopping without you realizing it.”

seungcheol helps me put on the bracelet around my wrist. i held up against the natural sunlight and it shines. i run my fingers over the bracelet. seungcheol has joked around in the past about getting a matching bracelet with me but i didn’t take him seriously. i didn’t realize my habit of running my fingers over his bracelet until he pointed it out to me a few months ago. it’s just a comforting thing but the fact he bought me one identical to his made me speechless.

“thank you, cheol. i love this but i hope you know that this doesn’t mean i will stop touching your bracelet.” i said sternly.

“i would never suggest such a thing.” he teased.

“i love you.”

“i love you more.”

i lean down taking his lips against mine. a bubbling sensation rises in stomach at the way he kisses me. this kiss is the complete opposite of last night. instead of fast, rough and eager, it’s slow, gentle and intimate as if he wanted to take his time. seungcheol kiss wasn’t a mission this time, it was a journey. his fingers roam up and down the side of my body and squeezes my waist. when i move my hips i feel something poking at the side of my inner thigh. it takes me a second to process it and i pull away from him biting back a full laugh.

“how are you hard already?”

“it can’t be helped when i am around you.” he says sheepishly. “plus you kept moving and it felt good.”

i shake my head at him chuckling, ”well if it felt good then who am i to deny you of that feeling.” i move my hips against his again earning a soft moan against my lips.

[h0ney-mochi]

I'm thinking of a subby!xiao x dom!Afab!Reader, where it's xiao's first time and he starts crying because of the extreme pleasure he is receiving lmao

(I wanna hear his moans, whimpers, whines, crying, I wanna feel him squirming as he begs me to go faster on his cock lmao)

Anyways thanks! I hope you have a wonderful day :D

sub Xiao x dom afab!reader

SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (sub!xiao, dom!reader, afab!reader, riding, dacryphilia?, praise)

Summary: You've started being more intimate with Xiao a few months ago. Make-outs, some touching, but nothing too far... And then, one night, he tells you his thoughts on wanting to do more.

A/n: YR SO RIGHT... he'd be whimpering and whining for you to speed up, go harder, he wants more!!! <3 Hope you have a good day as well, anon! I haven't written in so fucking long that I'm scared this isn't that good... gosh help

Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!

It's another night of you and your lovely adeptus boyfriend. He's still not used to the title of that, especially when you run up to him muttering the words with a huge smile on your face. You've asked him if he's uncomfortable, that you can change the nickname up, that he can tell you if he doesn't like it— Before seeing the blush on his cheeks that he's trying very hard to hide. He'll say it's fine, avoiding your teasing gaze, not wanting to admit that he does like the name. Especially when it comes from your lips.

Another one of those nights of you laying in the grass, kicking your feet in the air while reading a book in the pale moonlight. Xiao is beside you, looking over the hill. It was calm and quiet. Occasionally, you could hear some bird making noise in the distance, but other than that, it was peaceful. You flip another page and smirk at a sentence.

Xiao has already moved his attention away from the fields, looking down at you now, watching your eyes move across the words on the page. He slightly furrows his eyebrows, deep in some thoughts. It's fascinating how you have so many sides to you. Just in the early morning of the same day, you had him against the wall, messily making out. And now you're giggling at a book you picked up from the library days prior.

He feels the same weird feeling in his stomach that he felt in the morning when you had your tongue down his throat. What was it? What is it? You two never went far. You guys started getting sort of intimate a few months ago, maybe. He was inexperienced. It all always was too much, making him light-headed. Even a slightly heavier make-out session was enough to make his knees buckle. He doesn't know if you've been with someone else before him... You do it so easily. You always take the lead. Is it because you've learned it with someone else or.. or...

Oh, how he wished he would be the first one.

"Xiao?" Your gentle voice breaks him out of his thoughts, and he meets your eyes. He stares at you for a moment before looking away, answering you with a simple 'What?'.

"You seem pretty deep in thought, something bothering you? Do you need to go already?" You ask him while sliding a bookmark on your page and closing the book. Xiao grunts, shaking his head, "No, I'm fine." You won't let that go. You sit up and scoot closer to him, leaning against his shoulder. He moves his head to the side so you can lay yours comfortably. Your two fingers do a walk on his leg, and you smile. "Xiaooo," you drag out his name, chuckling at the end, "Tell me what's up."

Xiao sighs in annoyance, looking away. You slide your hand into his, intertwining your fingers. He tenses up and slowly turns his head to look down at you. He's met with your eyes already staring at him. "Come onnn, you know I won't judge," you continue your sentence. Xiao stares at you with an annoyed look. Some silence passes, and he blinks a few times before looking away again.

"It's nothing, I've just been thinking... about us. About what we... do." He finally says, absentmindedly moving his thumb against your hand. You hum in a bit of confusion before straightening your back, and he looks at you when you do that, eyes slightly widening in some fear. You take both of his hands in yours and look at him, "That's what's bothering you? Am I going too fast? I'm really sorry. You shouldn't keep these things to yourself, honey." You speak, furrowing your eyebrows, slightly chewing on your lip. Have you really been pushing too hard on him? Well, it would make sense that it would be too much for him... But it's the first time that he's bringing this up. How long has he been thinking like this?

"Oh, what? No, no, I-" Xiao's eyes widen at your words, and he quickly shakes his head, sighing again, "No, you got it wrong. You're not doing anything wrong, [name]. I was just thinking that..." I want you. I need you. I need more.

He feels his cheeks start to burn at his own thoughts. How is he supposed to say it out loud?

You stare at him with a tilted head. You try to think of what he's trying to tell you right now and make sure you won't be getting anything wrong, that you won't be misunderstanding... but his blush is really telling.

A small grin tugs at your lips. "You were thinking?" He swallows, breaking eye contact to look to the side. It's not like him to feel all flustered, but you always manage to mess with his head. Never in a million years would he admit to needing you in a way that is incredibly strange, at least to him. Yet you're willing to listen, you're grinning. You have a hunch on what he could say, and it makes him feel embarrassed.

"...That maybe we could..." He starts, feeling his heartbeat quicken and his mouth go dry. How is this so hard to say out loud?

He breathes in and then slowly exhales. Quickly glancing to you, he sees your grin. He's not sure if he should continue looking at you or look away — what can save him from these feelings right now?

"Maybe we could do... something more?" Xiao finally continues after a moment of silence. The way he worded it made him feel hot, nervousness creeping in. He starts to think again, staring in your eyes, of what you're going to say. Then he feels you squeeze his hands, and he feels his heart slowly slowing down. You let out a quiet chuckle before responding, "Yeah, we can. How far do you want me to go? Will you tell me when we're there?" He sits there, blinking at you. You hear him mutter an 'um...' and he's glancing to the side again.

"It's okay. You'll tell me when you'll need to then," You reassure him and lean in to give him a quick kiss. He feels your lips for a second, but before he can do anything back, you've already pulled away, and he feels some disappointment. You put your head back on his shoulder, speaking up again, "Just tell me when you want to try something more, or you want it to just happen in one of our moments?"

He moves his hand away from yours and coughs into it, not being able to handle your questions. How are they working him up already? Guess he's just letting his mind wander far too easily...

You noticed. Of course you did, so you spoke on it. Moving your head again, you lean into his ear and whisper, "Or do you want to do it right now?"

He lets out a breath before swallowing. It doesn't take long for him to reply, shaking his head up and down to your question. You let out a small laugh and move away, moving into his lap instead. You take your hand away from his and put both of them on the sides of his face, letting one move down to his neck and go further into his soft hair.

He stares at you with wide eyes, breathing through his mouth. He can't hide his nervousness. Or was it excitement? Neither of you knew right now.

He's already leaning closer to you, glancing down to your lips and back up to your eyes, so you only do the same. You lean in and press your lips against his once again, and his hands freeze up for a moment, before he moves them to sit on your hips, gloved hands slightly digging into your clothing.

He kisses you back, letting his eyes close shut in the process. You move your lips against his, and you feel his mouth slightly part, and you take it as a chance to slide your tongue in. You move your thumb against his cheek while running your other hand through his hair. He sighs through his nose, kissing you back, slightly melting from it as you move your tongue. And he can't help, but imagine where else he could feel it..

His hands slightly tighten on your hips, and he pulls you closer to him. He needs you closer, closer... And you let him, shifting slightly in his lap so it's a bit more comfortable for you. And that's when you feel it.

You move your hand away from his hair and slowly run it down his neck to his chest, feeling his heart beat against it. Xiao makes a tiny sound when you move your hand further downwards over his stomach. You've always trailed your hand there, but it felt different this time. Probably because he said that the two of you could do something more, and you're moving towards said wish.

You smile against his mouth and pull away, earning a tiny whine from the man in front of you. His eyes widen as his own reaction, and he glances away. You tap his cheek with your thumb, and he looks back to your face. "Eyes on me," you whisper in a soft tone. The way he looks at you and the nod of his head makes your heart skip a beat. It was cute.

"You want me to go further, yeah?" You ask, and he nods again, not confident in his voice right now. You move your hand over his pants, slowly feeling him through the clothing, and you see his eyes slightly shutting before opening fully again. You're not doing a lot, just rubbing your hand up and down, feeling his dick pulse from your movements. Yet to him, it already feels a lot, but not enough. He tries to stay still, but as a small noise falls from his lips, he bucks his hips forward, trying to get more friction from your hand. You smile, and he stares back at you with pleading eyes.

In a quick movement, you pull your hand away, and he sighs at the loss. But you had other plans anyway. Using both of your hands, you push on his chest, making him fall down onto the grass beneath the two of you. Xiao watches your movements as he props himself up with his elbows, wondering what you've got in mind for him. He's met with your eyes that seem to have a dark glint within them. Your fingers hook onto his pants, and you're slowly pulling down his clothing, making him jump slightly. It wasn't that cold, but if you're showing lots of bare skin, it does send a few chills down your body.

The flush on his cheeks gets darker as he realizes just how excited he's got from you, but he doesn't dare to look away, no — he needs to see what you're going to do.

You don't make him wait, immediately moving your hand over his underwear, wrapping your hand around his hard-on. Slowly moving your hand, same motions as before, just with a slightly tighter grip. You move your head down and leave a small kiss at the top of his clothed dick and he pulses in your hand. Hearing his breathing get shaky already makes you only wonder - how is he going to sound when he actually feels you?

"[name], please..." You hear him quietly speak, letting out a breath right after, "Can you...?" You lid your eyes at him, asking with a smirk, "Can I what?" He balls his hands into fists, knowing very well that you were teasing him.

"Please, you know- you know what I mean.." He mumbles, slightly moving his hips. You let out a small laugh, nodding. You pull his underwear out of the way, further down his legs, and he shivers from the cool air hitting his dick, getting some goosebumps in the process.

Wrapping your fingers around him again, you feel his warmth on your palm. You let some of your spit fall on his dick and you start jerking him off. Xiao lets out a moan, immediately jumping at the sensation. You kiss his tip before leaning away and climbing on top of his body. One hand bent enough so you can still jack him off, you put your other hand on the grass next to him, so you wouldn't fall over. He's the one to kiss you first, already opening his mouth for you.

It doesn't take that long for him to already start moving his hips in the same motion as your hand, hands gripping at the grass and loud moans spilling in your mouth, getting swallowed down by you. From the way he's reacting and getting more desperate, you could tell he was close.

So you slowed down your hand, and oh boy, the disappointed moan he let out in your mouth made butterflies fly in your stomach.

You pulled away from his lips, and he opened his eyes to stare at you, confusement visible in his expression. "Why- why did you stop?" He asked, but then his question was answered once he saw you pulling down your own pants, along with your underwear. His mind doesn't process what's happening right now until you're towering over him again, rubbing his dick against yourself. That sends a spark through his body, and he whines, breathing heavily. And then you look at him.

"Is this okay?" You ask, teasing his tip with your fingers, and he only nods in response. "Can you say it out loud?" You tilt your head at him and watch him stutter. "I mean- Yes, it's fine- okay-" Xiao speaks, eyes darting between your face and his dick, "Please-"

And then you lowered yourself down on him, moving your hands on his chest. Xiao's breath gets caught in his throat, and he goes quiet, mouth agape. It was fairly easy to take him in since his reactions and noises always made you get wet. Still, it felt foreign since this is the first time both of you are going to enjoy each other. Your hands clutch onto his clothes as you let out a soft moan, fully sitting down on his lap. It felt nice.

Xiao, on the other hand, was digging his hands in the grass, plucking a few off the ground from the harsh grip. He lets out a strangled moan, chest rising from a few quick breaths. Oh, you were so warm, he was inside of you, oh dear Archons, he was inside of you. Holy fuck.

You move a hand up to cup his cheek, making him zone back into your eyes. In a gentle voice, you ask, "Are you alright?" He nods slowly, unable to form proper words. And you take that as your cue to start moving. Using the strength you had in your legs, you lift yourself off his lap, leaving the tip of his dick inside you, before moving back down, slightly hitting his stomach. Xiao groans, his eyes almost closing from the feeling.

"You- you're so warm... You feel so-" He chokes out, interrupting himself with a shaky breath, "So good, fuck." You smile and grip onto his clothing, riding him at a quicker pace now. Xiao's back arched, and he let out a gasp. His hands shot up to your waist, holding on for dear life as you moved up and down his dick, moaning in the process.

He can't stop his noises now, that's for sure.

"Fuck, ah, you're- fuck, you're so warm, gaH—!" He whines, digging his hands into your skin, "Please- please go f-faster, [name], please..." You lie down on his chest, pressing your head into the crook of his neck and did as he begged. Crashing your hips up and down, the sound of skin hitting skin, combining that with the pure pleasure... Xiao couldn't hold back. His head falls back against the grass and moans flow freely from his throat as he tries to calm down. He feels tears prick at his eyes and his fingers dig harder in your waist, toes curling against the ground.

It felt so, so fucking good.

And then you moaned in his ear, and his eyes shot open towards the night sky. You moved one hand under his shirt, trailing it up his chest as you continued your movements on his dick. Through your moans, you managed to let out some proper words. "You like that? That feels good, doesn't it?"

He tries to nod, but he can't move from the pleasure, pressing the back of his head down against the ground. "Yes, ah-! Yes, feels good, fuck, feels good, feels so, so fucking good- Please, please-"

He's not sure what he's begging for, but he needs it, and he wants it so bad. He sniffles, feeling tears leave his eyes. There's something building up inside him, and he needs that release, whatever it is — he needs you to free him.

Your lips meet his neck, teeth grazing his skin. Your hips slap against his stomach, the noise from your wetness making it sound so much louder. Both your moans are mixing together, yet Xiao's are so much louder than yours. He's already sensitive, but he does not want to pull away, he can't, he feels something, he doesn't know what it is, but he fucking needs it. And so he begs with tears falling down his cheeks.

"Please, fuck- Please, I need- I need to- Fuck, [name], please, I want to- Haah- [name], please—!" Xiao moans out, his hands digging harder, daring to leave bruises on your skin and you groan in response, biting down on his neck.

"Mhm, you can do it, come on-" You say, detaching from his neck and straightening your back, quickly moving your hips ups and down, feeling your legs starting to sting, "Make me proud, Xiao. You're- fuck, you're doing so, so good."

And that's enough to have him snap. His eyes shut close, pushing more tears out, and his head falls back again. His dick pulses in you and you smile, staring down at his fucked out face. Wet streaks illuminated by the moonlight. His tight grip on your hips slightly loosens as he cums, letting out a sharp gasp. You don't stop yet, still trying to reach your own high and he slightly trembles beneath you, letting out broken moans.

His eyes are blurry and his mouth is dry, his heart is racing and he's sensitive. When you finally lean down to his face, it takes a bit for him to focus in on you. "Xiao?" Your voice sounds slightly distant, followed by a small chuckle, "Did that feel good, baby boy?"

He feels a small smile tug at his lips. You cup his face in your hands and kiss him, thumb brushing away his tears. He kisses back with the energy he still has left, and he meets your eyes when you pull away. He looked so pretty in the moonlight. His face was messy, red eyeliner stains, wet streaks from his tears...

"Yeah," his voice feels sore, "It did."

Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy the taste <3

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