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# aot

cw: porn headcanons, smut, exhibitionism.

:: eren yeager x (girl mention) reader.

𐂯 eren who takes you in secret behind his friends’ backs whenever you start getting too whiny.

𐂯 eren who ‘twines his fisted fingers into your hair tightly, guiding your mouth along his length between alleys or closets impatiently. groaning through gritted teeth as you take him deep, throat constricting around him. the wet heat of your mouth incredible, as always.

𐂯 eren who’s head tipped back against the bench, eyes slipping shut. you knew just how to work him, laving your tongue along the thick vein on the underside, hollowing your cheeks to suck firmly. his hips rocked up helplessly, chasing that perfect friction.

𐂯 eren who’s groans spill too dangerously. “there you go, baby. knew you just wanted something to suck on." the lewd, wet sounds of you pleasuring him mingling with his friends' voices just feet away. fuck, your mouth always felt so damn good.

𐂯 eren who’s hand finds the back of your head, guiding you down further. “that’s it, just like that,” he groans under his breath, mindful of keeping quiet. his thighs tensed and flexed beneath you as you took him deeper.

𐂯 eren who doesn’t take long until he is spilling down your throat with a muffled grunt, fingers tightening in your hair. he clears his throat roughly, straightening his clothes with slightly shaky hands. "...thanks, babe. needed that." his voice gruff to cover his fluster.

𐂯 eren who jumps when something beside his quivering pants fills the air. “now I see the appeal. she’s a keeper, ren,” his friend chuckles, seeming to come out of nowhere but intervention.

𐂯 eren who scoffs to hide the small shame mixed with secretive pride at being caught. “fuck off. this is between me and my girl.”

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“i don't really need friends. you're the only person i need in my life. is that weird? i guess i'm not like most people.”

𖥻 sdv

cw: squinted smoking, (it’s sebastian) angst on sam’s par’, someone’s mom “mona,” referring to reader as “farmer,” and “overalls,” sam ‘n farmer were together, (divorce fees and mayor) kinda asshole seb???

:: sebastian x reader - (not fully) sam x reader - (???)

@cafekitsune dividers

the maple tree taps on sebastian’s back. juniper bark creating a ticklish sensation through the baggy, black hoodie he can’t seem to get rid of.

sam’s there, too. there’s not enough space on the old wood for the blond to press the full of his back onto, but that’s alright. he’s fine with standing beside his ‘best friend.’ he’s fine with the silent conversation occurring.

he’s been fine with the distance. that’s what ‘best friends’ do.

sam can’t blame sebastian for his mia status as of late. though, they don’t talk like they used to, even sam knows his ‘best friend’ is too busy ‘makin’ babies’ to play chronicle games. there’s an occasional love tap during pool on late friday’s at the saloon, but it always ends with sam losing a ten-dollar bet and a part of his pride.

his best friend, too. ‘losing’ him to the night, watching as the lanky back disappears down the path only a family member is allowed to pass through that late.

then it starts over again. most friday’s, there’s an excuse. “sorry, dude,” sebastian would wince. there’s always a certain glint in his expression, mocking the halfhearted apology for what it’s worth. which is little.

sam can’t blame sebastian’s glance towards the overalled form — who is usually chasing time and energy around town. sebastian’s eyes tender in a way sam can only describe as love.

and sam would know love.

sebastian has a family - sam knows. he’s reminded of it every time he sees the plum-haired baby in the frog onesie strapped to the married man’s chest. it’s the only occasion in which sebastian ditches the hideout-sweater. something about the barely-toddler pulling on the dull strings, ‘trying to choke daddy.’ sam can see the same look in sebastian’s eyes now, on the maple tree. the one given every time the secondborn spills chocolate milk all over his tee.

sebastian can’t even keep his eyes on the river ahead before his gaze is instinctively drawn to the sound of metal on overall straps clinking together, subtly over the town track. the farmer always seems to be on the move. it’s what leads sebastian to moments like this, which only last an hour - which feels like ten seconds on the steps outside of sam’s house, next to the bushed graves where abigail’s old mona lies.

time seems to go by faster than normal, here. sebastian would know. and sam can’t blame him for getting hit by cupid. that would be hypocritical. sam remembers the adoring gaze because he would usually be the one wearing it. it’s hard to ignore the sound of overalls ringing when the heart still lies in the crop field.

he should blame sebastian, but he doesn’t. they’re ’best friends.’ even when sebastian’s time is too occupied with wrangling real frogs and babies. he’s a loner, sam knows. no doubt enjoying the rain that’s been passing through stardew valley these past days. the farmer’s porch has a great view of the town during sunset.

sam would know.

he doesn’t shame sebastian for leaning against the maple tree on this monday. one hour which feels like ten seconds before the hooded boy moves. it’s not accompanied by a harsh stomp in the mud where sebastian ashes his cigarette, though. it’s one of the many things the farmer has done for this town.

just sincerity and an almost longing gaze. “later, sam.” ‘later’ is until the next festival. and even then sebastian is too busy holding the mini raven-haired baby while his spouse goes out onto the misty ice to win both of them the trophy for surpassing five slimy fish. beating willy.

then they go home where sebastian kisses his family goodnight, and in the morning he comments on his partner’s rest. flustering out that the late-night dream mumbling was cute. the farmer leaves and sebastian stays. ‘maybe that’s what he sees in overalls,’ sam has to wonder. sebastian has never liked being forced into small talk. the farmer doesn’t seem to mind.

they fit. unlike the tripod. unlike sam and overalls.

inspired by this frame on “mal’s sebastian expansion.” (i think. i have too many mods…) ↓

also inspired by dating two pretty best friends. ‘cept sam was the first victim…

[monstat]

Bully Sebastian x Farmer Reader - Stardew Valley

i just had to get this out of my system. 

oral (giving), sebastian is a dick, you’re easily stirred, fucked into a table, dacryphylia, that one kink that’s in public or close to getting caught, teasing, immediate nsfw under the cut

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His hand tangles in your hair while the other cradles a cigarette between his fingers. Sebastian lets out a long exhale of smoke just before he speaks, “That’s it, a little deeper.”

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[monstat]

“i don't really need friends. you're the only person i need in my life. is that weird? i guess i'm not like most people.”

𖥻 sdv

cw: squinted smoking, (it’s sebastian) angst on sam’s par’, someone’s mom “mona,” referring to reader as “farmer,” and “overalls,” sam ‘n farmer were together, (divorce fees and mayor) kinda asshole seb???

:: sebastian x reader - (not fully) sam x reader - (???)

@cafekitsune dividers

the maple tree taps on sebastian’s back. juniper bark creating a ticklish sensation through the baggy, black hoodie he can’t seem to get rid of.

sam’s there, too. there’s not enough space on the old wood for the blond to press the full of his back onto, but that’s alright. he’s fine with standing beside his ‘best friend.’ he’s fine with the silent conversation occurring.

he’s been fine with the distance. that’s what ‘best friends’ do.

sam can’t blame sebastian for his mia status as of late. though, they don’t talk like they used to, even sam knows his ‘best friend’ is too busy ‘makin’ babies’ to play chronicle games. there’s an occasional love tap during pool on late friday’s at the saloon, but it always ends with sam losing a ten-dollar bet and a part of his pride.

his best friend, too. ‘losing’ him to the night, watching as the lanky back disappears down the path only a family member is allowed to pass through that late.

then it starts over again. most friday’s, there’s an excuse. “sorry, dude,” sebastian would wince. there’s always a certain glint in his expression, mocking the halfhearted apology for what it’s worth. which is little.

sam can’t blame sebastian’s glance towards the overalled form — who is usually chasing time and energy around town. sebastian’s eyes tender in a way sam can only describe as love.

and sam would know love.

sebastian has a family - sam knows. he’s reminded of it every time he sees the plum-haired baby in the frog onesie strapped to the married man’s chest. it’s the only occasion in which sebastian ditches the hideout-sweater. something about the barely-toddler pulling on the dull strings, ‘trying to choke daddy.’ sam can see the same look in sebastian’s eyes now, on the maple tree. the one given every time the secondborn spills chocolate milk all over his tee.

sebastian can’t even keep his eyes on the river ahead before his gaze is instinctively drawn to the sound of metal on overall straps clinking together, subtly over the town track. the farmer always seems to be on the move. it’s what leads sebastian to moments like this, which only last an hour - which feels like ten seconds on the steps outside of sam’s house, next to the bushed graves where abigail’s old mona lies.

time seems to go by faster than normal, here. sebastian would know. and sam can’t blame him for getting hit by cupid. that would be hypocritical. sam remembers the adoring gaze because he would usually be the one wearing it. it’s hard to ignore the sound of overalls ringing when the heart still lies in the crop field.

he should blame sebastian, but he doesn’t. they’re ’best friends.’ even when sebastian’s time is too occupied with wrangling real frogs and babies. he’s a loner, sam knows. no doubt enjoying the rain that’s been passing through stardew valley these past days. the farmer’s porch has a great view of the town during sunset.

sam would know.

he doesn’t shame sebastian for leaning against the maple tree on this monday. one hour which feels like ten seconds before the hooded boy moves. it’s not accompanied by a harsh stomp in the mud where sebastian ashes his cigarette, though. it’s one of the many things the farmer has done for this town.

just sincerity and an almost longing gaze. “later, sam.” ‘later’ is until the next festival. and even then sebastian is too busy holding the mini raven-haired baby while his spouse goes out onto the misty ice to win both of them the trophy for surpassing five slimy fish. beating willy.

then they go home where sebastian kisses his family goodnight, and in the morning he comments on his partner’s rest. flustering out that the late-night dream mumbling was cute. the farmer leaves and sebastian stays. ‘maybe that’s what he sees in overalls,’ sam has to wonder. sebastian has never liked being forced into small talk. the farmer doesn’t seem to mind.

they fit. unlike the tripod. unlike sam and overalls.

inspired by this frame on “mal’s sebastian expansion.” (i think. i have too many mods…) ↓

also inspired by dating two pretty best friends. ‘cept sam was the first victim…