#sdv drabble

[calccite]

(Smut and n/sfw under the cut!)

Bestfriend!Sam who’s been your closest guy bestfriend ever since you moved to Pelican town.

Bestfriend!Sam who is always seen with you attached to the hip, as he shows off to you a cool little flip he'd been practicing on the skateboard (in which he gets a big bruise right after).

Bestfriend!Sam who’s a funny guy that always makes you laugh and wants to see you smile.

Bestfriend!Sam who is always so casually touchy with you, hugging you platonically and even smooshing his cheek with yours as you grin up for another picture with him.

Bestfriend!Sam who always invites you to Friday night-movie nights after a long week of work, relaxing with you on the couch to watch whatever dumb show or sappy romcom pops up on Netflix.

Bestfriend!Sam who you've always had the fattest crush on because he feels so much like a boyfriend to you now.

Bestfriend!Sam who misses you a lot after you had to take a rain-check last Friday because you were very busy.

Bestfriend!Sam who finally gets to see you the next week, impatiently ringing your phone while you’re on the way because he’s just really excited to see you again.

Bestfriend!Sam who feels bad after making you rush to his house and getting a sprained ankle in the process.

Bestfriend!Sam who lets you place your legs over his lap so you don’t put anymore strain on your foot.

Bestfriend!Sam who shares the blanket and cuddles with you under it when the living room got too cold.

Bestfriend!Sam who was a bit taken aback when you suddenly kiss his cheek ‘PLATONICALLY’ as a thank you.

Bestfriend!Sam who couldn’t help but PLATONICALLY kiss you back on the lips.

Bestfriend!Sam who gets a bit greedy with you and starts kissing you a lot longer which leads to you making out...

Bestfriend!Sam who looks up at you pleadingly as he makes love with your cunt, insisting that it's your little reward from him after working hard in the farm.

Bestfriend!Sam who can’t get enough of you and asks to put just the tip in.

Bestfriend!Sam and you who both know it’s not remotely gonna be true, because you two end up fucking as he fills you up with every inch of him.

Bestfriend!Sam and you who ended up liking it a little too much that he’s now desperately sobbing in pleasure, whinily repeating he loves you as you both cum.

<3

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[mongoosingisme]

hiiii if you’re looking for more requests i would love to see your take on the older bachelors in a dom/sub dynamic (maybe see them as both? 👀) no rush or pressure tho just craving more of my favorite old men as told by my favorite fic auth <3

Heyyyyyyyyyy friend!!

Freestyled a bit on this under the cut.

Thank you for asking!!

Elliott

Elliott liked to be in charge.

It wasn’t a control thing, really. It was more a combination of a vivid imagination, excellent verbal skills, and the confidence to go into an encounter with the assumption that you wanted to please him.

You do want to please him, don’t you?

Don’t you want to make him smile? Make the backs of his fingers stroke down your cheek? Make him murmur about how lovely you’re being for him, how you’re being just the sweetest little thing, the stuff of his fantasies, looking up at him all wide eyed from down on your knees?

Yes. He knows you do. And he’ll reward it for you soon, you just have to wait a little longer. Just a little longer, darling. You can do it. Because he loves watching you squirm against the ropes around your wrists. Loves the sounds you make as he strikes his palm against your ass. Loves how eagerly you follow his instructions.

Come sit on my lap, darling.

Open those sweet lips for me. Ah - ah… I didn’t say to close them. Keep them open for me. That’s a love.

Keep those eyes on me, honey. Don’t look away. Right here. It’s all you need to see.

Elliott is good at knots.

Elliott is good with his tongue.

Elliott is good at knowing when you’ve had enough, and when you need him to push you a little more.

He likes to tell you what to say, feed you lines like you’re a character in one of his stories.

“Tell me you want my fingers inside you. Tell me you want them deeper, harder. Oh - oh - oh… that was a lovely noise. You made it when I did… this. Ah, there it is again. Keep making it, darling. It’s transcendent.”

Elliott is all slow movement, drawing things out, making you tremble and whimper and beg before finally, finally giving you what you both want.

And when you’re done, all fucked out and sore in the best kind of way, all spacey and relaxed and looking up at him with that look that makes him shiver, he’ll kiss you on the mouth and draw both of you a bath.

On the flip side, Elliott has a hard time letting you be in charge.

He’ll do it for you. Eagerly, even. He likes new things. He wants you to be happy. But oh man, whether he realizes it or not he’s going to fight you for it.

He’s not trying to be bratty. He’s not trying to be annoying. He just has ideas, okay? Suggestions. If you’d just do this, then that could happen. If maybe you’d shift this thing, then he could do that. All in his head, all unable to get out of it.

Then you order a ball gag and it all kind of clicks into place.

He’s patient as you practiced your knots. He shivers as you run your hands over his chest. He’ll look up at you with dark amber eyes as you work at him. All sweet and pliant and quiet in a way that was still loud, somehow, because he was Elliott and even with something in his mouth he can’t help but give you feedback.

You like his muffled groans.

He likes it when you ride him.

He likes it when you degrade him.

He likes it when you pull the gag out of his lips and tell him to put his mouth to good use.

Elliott is good with his mouth.

Very, very good.

Tell him that and watch him flush and work harder. Grab him by the back of the neck, but be gentle with his hair. Rock your hips a little, he can take it.

Give him all the care in the world when he’s done. Kiss his neck and hold him close in the bath. He’ll be quiet then, fingers tracing over the faint marks left by the ropes on his wrists. Tell him how proud you are of him and feel him shake. Tell him you love him and watch as he melts into you.

Elliott has a hard time letting you be in charge, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it. Once you get him there you’ll find that every ounce of effort is worth it.

Harvey

Harvey is there for you.

He can read you like a book. He knows exactly what you need from the second you walk in the door.

If you need him to be in charge, that’s what he is. All calm, mild voice telling you exactly what to do.

Go wait for me in the bedroom, sweetheart.

Take off your shirt, then come over here.

Touch yourself, honey. A little slower. Well done, just like that.

All big, steady hands on your body. Cupping around your throat. Grasping gently at your hair. Maneuvering you underneath him. Teeth scraping against your neck, a belt around your wrists.

He likes to tell you no. Click his tongue in gentle condescension when you whine. Tell you that you need to try harder, to be patient. Tell you to be good for him.

Harvey isn’t the type to punish. He doesn’t like to inflict pain. But frustration is a different thing entirely, and he loves having you under his hands, gasping and arching and pulling against your restraints, only to back off at the last moment and leave you gasping his name.

Or the opposite: too much touch, drawing you up and over, again and again, until your body feels like one exposed nerve and pleasure is flirting with pain and finally, finally he’ll sink into you all heavy and full and warm and deep and good.

He’ll praise you, then, as he takes his turn. Tell you how incredible you are, how lucky he is to have you there like that. How crazy you drive him, how distracted you make him, how you’ve changed his life so completely.

And he’ll stay there when you were both done, holding you close, checking your wrists, making sure you’re okay. And of course you’re okay, he always makes it all okay, and the only thing better than his hands on you all strong and sure is the way he’ll tuck you under his chin and let you drift off into sleep.

But…

Sometimes he needs to let go of that control.

You’re always more than happy to oblige.

You can tell by the set of his shoulders when he needs to be told what to do. To be questioned, to have his desires dragged out of him.

“Do you want to put your mouth on me, honey? I bet you do. Look at you. How do you want it? Hard or soft?”

He always wants it hard. Always wants your fists in his curls. Always wants to be on his knees, looking up at you through his glasses. He’ll groan when you press a finger into his mouth, watch you as he sucks. And then when you pull him in he’ll make a sound like relief, all deep in his throat, all hands grasping around your thighs, glasses pressing into the bridge of his nose, long lashes fanning on his cheeks.

He uses his mouth like a man starved.

Or push him back on the bed, lash his hands down. Watch his hips shift. Straddle his chest and make him watch while you touch yourself. Or settle over his mouth. You’ll love the sounds he makes.

Maybe you’ll let him come too. Or maybe not. It’s up to you. He wants it to be up to you. He’s very patient. He likes to be told no. He likes to be told wait. He likes to be told oh, you want to come? You think you’ve earned that? Really? It’s so cute that you think that.

Watch him work even harder after that.

If he finishes or not, he doesn’t care. All he cares is that when he’s done you’ll pull him to your chest, hold him close. Let him listen to your heart. Run your fingers through his hair. Press kisses to his forehead. Tell him what a good job he did.

Because don’t forget: Harvey is there for you. If you’re getting what you need, so is he.

Shane

Shane’s just happy to be there. There with you. There with you beneath him, all soft skin under his hands. Letting him move you. Letting him see you move.

Shane knows where he wants your body to be.

He wants it where he can get at it. He wants it loose and relaxed and yielding. He knows where to put his hands to make that happen. What part of your hip to press. Where to grab on the back of your arm. Just how hard to push your face into the bed to make you cry out and squirm.

He likes the squirming.

He doesn’t have the patience for knots.

He doesn’t care about you being good.

He doesn’t want you to be good.

He wants you pushing back, rolling out from under him so he can pull you back in. He wants your hands grabbing at his hair so he can grab your wrists and press them back into the bed. He wants you rearing away from his kiss so he can grab you by the jaw, pull you back in, get his mouth on you all rough and hot and perfect.

You fucking love it.

Love how easy he is to goad, how strong he is, how he doesn’t hold back when he cracks his palm against your ass. The things he says. No one has even spoken to you like he does, never, you’d kick them out in a heartbeat, but once Shane got going it left you breathless and whining and begging and desperate to please him.

(Fuck, look at you baby, so fucking needy for it, aren’t you? You’re practically drooling. Fuck, you are drooling, aren’t you? Yoba, aren’t you embarrassed by yourself? Squirming around like that? Bet you’d beg for my cock, wouldn’t you? Gonna beg for it? Open up that slutty little mouth and beg for me. There you go. Fucking knew it. Don’t stop. Keep going. Tell me how bad you want it.)

You want it real bad.

And he’ll give it to you, all unrestrained movement and heavy grip and that mouth still going, telling you exactly what to do, exactly who you were, exactly what you were doing to him until it was all too much and it was just movement and force and his face buried in your neck as he groaned your name and melted.

Or…

Maybe you don’t let him do any of that.

Maybe you get your hand in his hair and watch his eyes go blank.

Maybe you pull, get him down on his knees.

Maybe he looks up at you, lips parted, breathing hard.

Maybe you pull again, harder.

Maybe you like the way his pupils dilate.

Maybe you like the way he groans.

Maybe you tell him to touch himself.

Maybe you don’t.

He’ll do what you tell him regardless, especially if you tell him he’s being a good boy.

He really, really likes it when you tell him that.

He’ll keep his hands on his thighs if you tell him to.

He’ll go without air if you tell him to.

He’ll kiss the ground you walk on, if that’s what you need from him.

Just keep him there. Keep him near you. Between your hands. Between your legs. Between your foot and the floor.

(fuck, baby, baby, fuck, if that’s what you want, fucking anything baby, I’ll do it, just tell me, anything anything anything.)

He is extremely eager to please.

He does an extremely good job of it.

Because Shane’s just happy to be there with you. You’re the only person who makes sense in this shitty, shitty world. Anything he has to give, everything he has to give, anything you want and are willing to take, is entirely, unendingly, eternally, emphatically yours.

[junicult]

contains ; suggestive conversation (pillow talk typa stuff). sappy sappy cheesy & corny fluff! just the way i like it! established relationship — dating. two ppl in love blah blah blah. gender non specified reader. he is all i ever think about.

note ; hello! didn’t wanna look at this in my drafts anymore. boo!

“what’s the wildest thing you’ve done in bed?” you ask, smiling over the rim of your near-empty glass of wine.

your lips are well past stained at this point, dazed eyes holding a curiously eager gaze with the man sitting similarly before you.

“the wildest thing?” harvey repeats, eyebrows raised, looking around as if to search for his answer.

“yeah, like, the craziest thing you’ve done while having sex.”

you’ve been playing this little question game for hours now, concept of time nothing but a distant thought after you both downed even more glasses of wine a single bottle could fill. it’s been a while since you’ve been able to relax like this, which is well in agreeance with your boyfriend.

you’re quite tipsy at this point. facing him on your living room couch, legs crossed and arm propping your head that’s perched against the back of the couch.

he purses his lips, shaking his head in deep thought. “i dunno…i guess um,” he presses a knuckle to the upper rim of his glasses, adjusting them, “i guess the kitchen—having sex in the kitchen, probably.”

you furrow your brows, giving him a long look. “in the kitchen?” it’s your turn to repeat, this time confused.

he shrugs and nods.

“with me?” you ask, more clarification than uncertainty in your tone.

“of course with you.”

“no, i’m speaking in general, like out of everyone you’ve ever had sex with—what was the craziest thing you did?”

“i know the question. i said have sex in the kitchen.”

you stare, unwavering eye contact glued to his. you know him, you know he’s definitely telling the truth, yet somehow you were shocked. “that was your craziest sexual experience?”

“i take it wasn’t yours, huh?” he snorts, giving the contents in his glass one small swirl before he leans over and places it on the coffee table.

you laugh airily, “i mean i…told you about the ferris wheel—“

“—ah,” he cuts you off, shivering, “yes, not my thing.”

“so let me get this straight,” you mimic his previous gesture—placing the glass on the table—, using both of your now-free hands to hold out in front of you. “your craziest, absolutely wildest sexual experience was on that kitchen table?”

he flicks his gaze past your head to where you’re pointing your thumb behind you. he suppresses a quirked up lip from the recollection.

“well, i didn’t say it was absolutely wild. but if i had to pick, that would be my answer.” he murmurs, and despite the topic, he’s managing his typical flushed cheeks and nervous lip-nibble well.

“wow,” you lean back with a light laugh. “i’m honored.”

“i’m glad.” he smiles.

he reaches back for the last sip of his wine, taking a short whiff of the glass before savoring the last drop. maybe he’s biased, but your wine will always be his favorite. he never allows it to go to waste.

it’s late. his eyelids rest heavily over his pupils, contrasting your wide-awake gaze. you’re eager to move around, emphasizing most of your words with hand gestures while he’s remained put for the last couple hours. despite his tiredness, he soaks every minute he has with you just as he does with your wine.

you clear your throat. “okay, so now i have a new question.”

“alright.” he nods, leaning into his hand.

“what was the best sex you’ve ever had? it’s okay if it wasn’t with me.”

he exhales from his nose at that, smile to accompany his cheeks.

“well, it was,” he confirms, once again looking off to the side. although, he doesn’t pause long, seemingly prepared with his answer. “i would say, after you told me you loved me.”

you beam immediately. “i knew it. you’re such a sentimentalist.” you tease, reaching over to pinch his thigh. but you soften, laying your hand flat and gently soothing your thumb over his pants. “that’s mine too.”

“really? even more than the ferris wheel?”

you scoff. “oh, absolutely. a million times better.” you wave a hand dismissively, and he tries not to let the comment go to his head. “that was purely just to say i’ve done it. at least you can make me finish.”

of course his cheeks set aflame, due to the ego boost and vulgarity. you smile as he purses his lips after murmuring an awkward thank you. it’s always so amusing to make him flustered, given such an easy task.

you sigh, rolling your head back against the couch. your fingers lightly tap at your t-shirt clad stomach, eyes wandering each crease and ridge in your ceiling during a moment of peaceful silence you’ll always relax into when you’re with harvey.

it’s only then do your eyes feel heavy, and it finally dawns on you just what time it is, and how early you have to wake up tomorrow.

“it’s late,” you conquer, staying put, “do you wanna stay—“

“i’ve got a question.” he hums. you turn your head, remaining relaxed against the cushions, to find him looking off towards the dimming fireplace in front of you.

“yeah?”

“who was the…if you had to rank everyone, uhm,” he presses his knuckles into the cushion beside his thighs, readjusting himself but not without a clear of his throat. “who’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

you allow a smile to creep onto your face. it seems purposeful he’s avoiding your eyes, the golden hue of the crackling fire causing his warm skin to glow. his lips look a little pinker due to the light—or maybe the wine—and from your angle you can see his dark brown eyelashes clearly from the space between his glasses.

you let out a faux sigh, almost taunting.

“hm, that’s a toughie.” you snicker, now readjusting to sit sideways on the cushion with one leg crossed and the other dangling over the couch. “out of the whopping four?”

he gives you a peek, subconsciously wiping his palms across his pants wordlessly.

you almost want to tease him a little longer—the shy purse of his lips making it just so easy. yet you give up quick, leaning in to snake your arm around his neck and press a hand to his cheek.

“without a doubt, it’s you. don’t even have to think about it.” you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his warm lips.

“really?” there he goes, yet again doubting himself.

“harvey, i’ve never been in love like i am with you. i’ve never been with someone and started picturing marriage after the second date.” you croon, so close you can nearly press your forehead against his. you look down at his lips. “it’s not just because of the sex—but believe me, that plays a good part. no one has known how to love me like you can.”

he swallows, mimicking your gaze and fixates on your lips as you continue, “you make me feel so comfortable, and so appreciated. you’re so sweet, and caring, and reliable. i can tell you anything.”

his fingers are warm from the fire, and he delicately uses them to push pieces of your hair that have fallen in front of your face, blocking his view of you.

just as you’re about to go on, he stops you. both of his hands finding purchase at the crevice of your neck, while his lips meet yours. not just a peck, a deep and meaningful kiss that forms all of your praises into the action. the same kind of kiss that takes your breath away, even before it started when you quietly gasp as he tugged you close. he ignores the way his nose bumps into yours, instead tilting his head to the side once you melt into him, pressing a flat hand against his chest for balance.

it’s deep and needy. the wine somehow tastes even better off your lips, his tongue selfishly stealing some of the sweetness. in some ways you think you could genuinely go stupid just from the way he kisses you.

he takes a moment to pull away, the exact way that has him sucking all of the air out of your lungs and leaves you chasing the feeling and making your brain grow fuzzy.

letting you go, he licks his lips and drops his quick gaze down to yours before looking back in your lidded eyes. he’s so impossibly skilled at taking your breath away, literally and figuratively.

“like a starved man,” you tease, masking your faint whimper with a chuckle.

“i know,” he swallows. “i love you.”

“i love you more.”

he shakes his head, padded thumb softly pressing against your bottom lip where his gaze sits.

“not possible.”

[saeyoungchoismaid]

hi it's not seb Saturday yet but I just wanted to throw this idea down. Sebastian chilling outside in the rain in his usual spot before seeing the farmer trudge out from the mines all bloodied and bruised ("I'm alright, really—") and it's like an immediate panic switch is flipped for sebastian because yoba above they look like a vampire's wet dream out here. They either patch farmer up at their house or at Sebastian's room lol (could be funny if the farmer ends up crashing on his bed/couch for the night, then leaves quite early but not without leaving seb a gift they got from the mines.... : ,) anyway that's it)

Awe my first Sebastian Saturday ask yay! Bro this request is so juicy HEHE. (Side note: sorry if this isn't that good or feels rushed. I haven't wrote anything in months but I'm honestly proud of myself for cranking 2k words out)

gif originally uploaded by @starwberrymark

Sebastian listens to the rock music that’s softly coming from the garage as he works. He lets out another low curse when more oil leaks out of his motorcycle and gets on him. He should be used to it. His clothes are covered in it anyway. He sighs and sets down his wrench, taking a seat on the ground by the front tire as he snatches up his rag and wipes his hands clean. Well, as best as he could. He then takes a swig from his water bottle, eyeing the clouds forming above him. Looks like a storm is blowing in. 

He keeps working for maybe another thirty minutes or so before he starts to feel the skies open up. The rain starts gentle, a few droplets starting to fall around him and onto his bike. “Welp…” he grumbles, grabbing his bike and starting to roll it back into the garage. Once secured, he shuts the radio off and closes the garage. 

He places his hands onto his hips, surveying the rain. A ghost of a smile starts to appear on his face as the rain starts to fall harder. He steps back out into it and begins to head towards the lake. He takes his pack of cigs out and smacks them against his hand, inhaling deeply. He’s always loved the smell of rain. 

Once at his usual spot, he takes a cigarette out and holds it up to his lips. He then slips his lighter out of his pocket and protects the end from the wind and rain to light it. Once the flame has caught the end of his cig, he inhales deeply, causing an orange hue to glow from the stick. 

He stands there for a while, just admiring how the water falls onto the lake or how the forest begins to smell when it’s wet. His eyes move towards the entrance of the mines when he thinks he sees movement. Through the rain, that’s starting to come down harder, he can’t really see much. He squints his eyes and moves his head around, trying to get a better look at what was going on. 

His eyes go wide when he sees you hobbling down the path. “(Y/n)!” he shouts in surprise, dropping his cig into a puddle and dashing over to you. Upon getting closer to you, he sees the bruises blooming on your skin and the cuts oozing blood. “Oh my god…” he mumbles, his heart breaking the longer he looks at you. 

“Hey, Sebastian,” you greet him as cheerily as you can muster, trying to slap a smile on your face. The pain makes it a little hard to do though. “Don’t worry about all this. I’m fine, really. Just got a bit scraped up in the mines. Those monsters are-”

“You’re not fine! You’re bleeding!” he shouts, gesturing to you. Before you can respond, he’s wrapping one of your arms around his shoulders for you to lean against him. “C’mon, I’ll help you to my house.” 

“Your house? But-”

“No but’s! You’re seriously hurt and Harvey’s clinic is already closed. You don’t seem too badly injured where we need to bother him, but I’m definitely not letting you go home without patching you up first,” Sebastian argues. You let out a sigh, realizing how serious he is about all of this. 

“Okay…fine…” you grunt out, not having the energy to fight him on it anymore. 

When you get to his place, no one seems to be home. At least, no one is in the front of the house. Sebastian leads you down the stairs and opens the door to his room. You’ve only been in his room a few times and never for long. Normally just when you have stuff for his commissions that he posts outside of Pierre’s store. He’s always very grateful, but he’s not much of a talker, so you just never end up staying around for too long. Besides, you have way too much shit going on in your day anyway. 

He sets you down onto the black couch that’s right by his door and you’re happy to be off of your feet. “I’ll go grab the first aid kit,” he says right before dashing up the stairs to go do that. You grunt and lean back against the couch, the cool air of the house making you shiver in your wet clothes. 

When he returns, he sees you shivering and bites his lip. “Here,” he says, setting down the first aid kit and going over to his dresser at the far end of the room. “Change into these,” he says, offering you a pair of pajamas. You shakily reach your hands out and take them, nodding your head as you stand up. 

You two stare at each other for a moment, unmoving. Sebastian’s eyes go wide as he realizes what you’re waiting for. “Oh! Sorry! Um, I’ll just, uh-” he stutters out as he turns around, completely red in the face. With his back to you, you slowly start stripping out of your clothes, a shy smile on your face. You do your best to avoid getting any blood or dirt on his clothes. Thankfully, the shirt and pants he gave you are both black. Maybe that’s why he gave you that specific pair. 

“Done,” you mumble before crashing back onto the dark cushions. He hesitates for a second before slowly turning around. 

He’s then back in front of you in a second, kneeling on the floor and moving your limbs around to survey your wounds. Once getting an eyeful of them all, he grabs the first aid kit and starts patching you up. You remain silent as he works, even when it hurts, you keep your lips sealed. 

After a while, a thought comes to you. “How are you so good at this?” you ask curiously. His eyes flicker up to yours before going back to your arm where he is currently rubbing in a cream on one of your darker bruises. 

“Let’s just say I…wasn’t exactly always the best-behaving kid,” he replies with a shrug, a smirk starting to form on his lips. 

“Oh?” you ask, looking down at him with your own smirk. Seeing your smirk, he huffs a laugh through his nose. 

“Nothing interesting, I assure you. I just…I’m not the biggest people person…” he says softly, moving onto a cut that he’s cleaned up to bandage it. 

“That’s okay,” you reassure, unsure of what else you could say in this moment. 

“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, but I had Sammy, and later on Abigail. They introduced me to some more people, so I have more than enough friends to last me a lifetime now,” he replies with a light chuckle. You can’t help but smile at that. You’re happy to see that he’s, well, happy. 

“We’re friends, aren’t we?” you ask after a few moments of silence, hesitating in asking. After doing a few commissions for him and hanging out with him and the others at festivals, you two slowly started getting closer. You typically end up hanging out after a long day at work and you head over to Gus’ only to find that Sebastian and the others are playing pool. At first, you’d only watch, but after warming up to them, you started playing. 

The last time you played together, you two ended up staying until Gus closed the place down. You two were one of the few people left there, Sam and Abigail being long gone. Y’all ended up walking to the beach and sitting on the pier, sharing jokes and swapping stories. It was one of the best nights of your life. It’s definitely your favorite memory you’ve made since moving to Pelican Town. 

“Yeah…of course we are…” he replies softly, almost sounding hesitant and not looking into your eyes. 

“Good. I’m glad,” you say softly, giving him a sweet smile. He finally looks up at you and gives you a small smile in return. 

He’s then clearing his throat and standing up. “Well, I’m all done,” he says, wiping his hands onto his damp jeans. He glances at his clock and grunts. “It’s pretty late and sounds like it’s still raining. So, if you want to stay…you can…” He starts off confidently but ends on a quiet, unsure note. 

Heat rises to your face at that. “Oh, um, sure. Thank you…” you whisper, looking down at your hands. 

“Don’t mention it. You can, uh, take the bed, if you want. I’ll take the couch,” he offers. He then walks over to his closet and opens it up, revealing extra pillows and blankets at the top of the closet. 

“What? No, no! That’s okay! I’ll take the couch. I don’t want to inco-”

“I won’t take no for an answer,” he interrupts, pulling some blankets free from their tangled mess in his closet. You sigh and nod your head even though he’s not looking at you. 

“Alright, fine,” you say as you stand up, limping over to the bed. You sit there and watch him make the couch comfy for himself. 

As he moves around his room and goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed, you end up lying down at some point. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you do vaguely remember feeling something brush against your forehead and what sounded like someone wishing you a good night. 

When you wake up, you feel well-rested and ready to take on the day. You sit up and rub the leftover sleep from your eyes and then stretch. You wince when the bruises on your ribs ache, reminding you of what happened yesterday. You turn towards the time and find it’s six in the morning. Ah, guess old habits die hard. 

Hearing rustling and a deep sigh, you turn your attention now to the couch. Sebastian is still out cold, and probably will be for another four hours, at least. You smile and slip out of the bed, walking over to him. You smile at how peaceful he looks, his usual RBF nowhere to be seen. 

Not wanting to disturb him, you leave him be as you gather up your still-wet clothes. You’ll return his pjs to him later, after you’ve cleaned them and made sure they’re free of blood. Feeling something hard in your pocket, you slip your hand inside and remember what you found yesterday. Glancing at Sebastian, you gently set it down onto the table beside his couch that’s missing his radio. You then hobble over to his desk and search for paper and something to write with. Upon finding what you’re looking for, you scribble down a little note and leave it there next to your gift. You give him one last look before starting to limp up the stairs. Because it’s so early, no one else is up yet, so you slip out unnoticed thankfully. You’re not sure how you’d explain yourself to Robin. 

When Sebastian wakes up, the first thing he does is look over at his bed. He frowns when he finds you not there and he feels his heart sink a little. He sits up and runs his hands through his hair before scrubbing at his face. Upon dropping his hands, he notices two items resting before him. He practically has stars in his eyes as he picks the Obsidian up. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. 

Noticing the paper next to it, he picks that up next. As he reads your note, he starts to smile harder and harder. 

Dear Sebastian, 

Thank you for patching me up. Don’t think I ever actually properly thanked you last night. It means a lot to me that you’d go through all the trouble. I want you to have this. A little birdy once told me that you’ve always wanted to see Obsidian. I hope you can mark this off your bucket list now. If there’s anything else you want to see, I’m sure I can make it happen ;) Text me :) xxx-xxx-xxxx

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[hermits-crab]

AFTER A HARD DAY’S WORK — ELLIOTT, STARDEW VALLEY

SUMMARY: After a long day of work, it’s nice to be pampered by your husband.

CONTAINS: sfw, drabble, gn! reader, fluff, established relationship

NOTES: My old account where this was originally posted was marked as NSFW for absolutely no reason at all? so I’m reposting it here for easier access. This is slightly edited from the original. Enjoy!

It's been a long day but you can no longer dwell on it as Elliott is immediately by your side and whisking you away to be pampered.

You agree to his suggestion of a bath. Lowering yourself in the water, you sit between his legs as his hands get to work, messaging you with skill. You ramble on about your day, telling him about the good and the bad and how you're so grateful he's at home, ready to pick up the pieces.

You listen as he tells you about his day in his smooth and sweet voice, low in your ear that sends a chill up your spine. But eventually, a comfortable silence falls between you, only your content sighs and the running of water to be heard. He holds you close and wraps his arms around your chest, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders.

You're draped in a fluffy towel once the water runs cold and Elliott escorts you to the bed. You snuggle up under the covers in your favorite nightwear, waiting for Elliott's return upon him excusing himself after getting dressed.

As he promised, he's quickly by your side again with dinner and a drink. And when you're done, he's relieved to see you happy and relaxed as you finally drift off to sleep with his promise of always tending to you after a hard day's work.

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[loverboykirstein]

i’ll update the formatting later but i’m on my lunch at work and NEED to share this.

mdni -> infidelity/ implied cheating, flirting, etc etc

you and alex are best friends. you know just about everything there is to know about each other.

other than your dirty little secret, corrupting a wounded man’s marriage with your innocent eyes and bitten-red lips.

you would meet him around back, the corner of their backyard, hidden in the blanket of secrecy the night offered so graciously.

the excitement scared you. always so, so close to getting caught. but that was half the fun.

it wasn’t until you were startled out of your nervous blush that you realized what you were looking at.

alex, hair disheveled and face flushed, crawling out the window of the master bedroom.

you thought about acting like you weren’t there, holding back that secret until you hit the grave for good.

“y/n? the fuck you doing out here?” his whisper is more of a hiss, a snake backed into a corner.

“waiting, uh, waiting for someone,” you clear your throat, overcome with the embarrassment of having to admit why you were standing in the dark staring at their home.

“kent?” he titled his head like a puppy, eyes widening with realization.

you nodded as you watched him run his tongue across his teeth, tilting his head to the sky.

“dirty, dirty girl,”. he tsked, eying you up and down, emphasis on your heaving chest and burning hot skin. “lucky man,”.

“could’ve been you,” you shrugged, panic stricken and unsure how to begin processing those feelings you’ve pushed down for a long, long time.

“you have my number, just sayin’,”. he shrugged before letting the dark consume him, his own path of secrecy back towards home.

[retquits]

a quick stardew valley ship meme for elliott & farmer dallas! they've been on my mind 💞

blank template under the cut 👇

(from what i researched, this template was originally made by a twt user named senaizuuchan, but their account unfortunately no longer exists 😔)

[megwritesriddles]

Sebastian (SDV) Winter Headcanons ༊*·˚

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Holds your hands between his and rubs to create warmth

Black fingerless gloves (for the aesthetic) when it's not too cold that he has to cave and wear proper ones

Wraps his arms around you from behind and breathes warm air on your neck when you're shivering from the cold

Would, after some convincing, make a snow angel with you

"But I already have an angel right here," he'd say with a lopsided grin before you get him to do it

Loves the way you look with your cold-flushed cheeks, finds you absolutely adorable

Spends more time at your farm, his basement room gets so cold and you have a cosy fire

Plus you to cuddle, which he does, a lot

A lot less irritable without the heat and humidity

Despite this, Seb gets cold easily

You're always pressed together in the wintertime, sharing body heat

Especially through the night, insisting on sleeping together every night to keep warm

Refuses to use a hot water bottle, insisting you have to warm him instead

For nights where even sharing doesn't keep you warm enough, he gets you one of those microwaveable plushies to cuddle between you

Would totally let you under his hoodie so you can press skin-to-skin for more warmth when cuddling on the couch

You'd compete against each other for who can build a better snowman, but you always win because he's a pushover for you

And he always ends up making his look scary, like a horror movie snowman

Warm slow showers together

He'd steal your wintery smelling shampoo to use in his own hair

LOVES that you're less busy with the farm so you can spend more time doing nothing together

Wraps his scarf around your neck to pull you in for kisses

Brings you coffee/hot cocoa throughout the day, melts when you bring him some without him having to ask while he's working

Would attempt to knit you a hat as a Winter Star gift, but would botch it and never try knitting again

Appreciates you for wearing it out a few times anyway

Doesn't get you many gifts, but all the gifts he does get you are very thoughtful

Surprises you with a sappy card, blushing while you read it

Would watch Winter Star movies with you just to make fun of how dumb and formulaic they are, making out with you when it gets boring

Or using the cringey 'romantic' lines from the movies on you, trying to 'woo' you

Secretly likes some old animated classics from his childhood

Lots of gaming with his arms around you and his chin on your shoulder, maybe some multiplayer if you're feeling up to it

Would take you to the train tracks to watch a sunset over the snowy landscape, holding you close and whispering how beautiful his world is now that you're in it

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[thebluester2020]

Give your thanks to anon!

Summary: Anon does a pretty good job of explaining what's going on here pfft.

Warning(s): Rough Sex, Barely any plot just porn ngl, Squirting, A smidge of degradation (Shane refers to the reader as a slut once), A bit of face-fucking, Shane cums on the reader's face.

Side Note(s): Anon said the magic word twice so I had no choice but to oblige in writing my least fav bachelor 🥹 😭 (I hope you like what I've written though anon!! Thanks for the request! ✨)

In Shane's opinion, there was nothing in this entire valley that could've topped this moment right before him. You were on your knees before him, a pillow sweetly tucked underneath your knees while Shane sat on the edge of the bed, guiding your mouth up and down his cock via tugging on your hair. You had begged for this treatment, asking him to treat you a little more roughly in the bedroom as well as asking him if he would cum on your face.

He could've sworn that he nearly came in his pants when you asked that.

"Shit baby..." He groaned into the air as his head lazily fell back from the feeling of your tight mouth wrapped around him. "Y' sure you're new to this?" The sound of his deep chuckle made your pussy clench around nothing as you felt his grip on your hair get looser and looser, allowing you more room to take control as your hands wrapped around the base of his cock before you began to bob your head up and down even faster.

That act nearly sucked all the breath from Shane's lungs, his hand on your hair tightening but in no way trying to control what you were doing to him right now.

Your tongue flattened against the underside of his dick, licking and tracing along the sensitive prominent vein along the underside before you'd slow to focus on his head, your mouth sucking him even harder as your tongue swirled around the slit of his cockhead. It was as if you were begging him to cum deep inside your throat and make you swallow everything that he had to give you.

With an audible 'pop', you took your lips from his cockhead before you nuzzled your cheek against his spit-covered dick, looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes. "Cum on my face...please?" You begged so sweetly. You giggled when you felt Shane's cock twitch against your cheek, and how could he help it? Combined with your voice as well as the way you looked up at him...he was soooo tempted to give you what you wanted, especially when you begged him so cutely.

But...he was feeling a little mean. "So cute," He cooed to you, petting your head as if he were really about to allow you to continue tending to his dick as you were until he slowly parted your lips to slip his thumb into your mouth. A groan left his lips, his tongue running over his teeth at the way you obediently began sucking his thumb without even having to be told to do so. "I'm tempted but I don't know if you really deserve it."

He chuckled at how you whined, suddenly looking as if you were. a whipped puppy. "Perhaps you should beg me harder—" Your cunt clenched around nothing when Shane gripped his cock to gently tap it against your cheek. "—otherwise you'll just have to settle for me cumming into a napkin instead." Without waiting for another word, you quickly got to work tending to your boyfriend's cock. Shane would've laughed at how desperate you were if the feeling of your tongue flattening against the underside of his dick, purposefully tracing the prominent veins as you bobbed your head up and down, didn't make him absolutely lose his mind.

Every attempt to silence himself in favor of wanting to hear how you willingly choked yourself on his cock was in vain, especially when you began to massage his balls, trails of spit trailing down to them as he felt them draw up in anticipation of his approaching orgasm. "F-Fuck..." He hissed. You felt a buzz go throughout your body at the sound of Shane's unashamed moans, his chest heaving up and down quicker and quicker by the second it seemed as one hand continued petting your head while the other ran through his hair. Your cunt was aching so much...you hadn't touched it since you started sucking him off!

Shane was sooooo possessive when it came to your pleasure, even if the pleasure was delivered by your own hands, he cocked his brow and lightly scolded you saying that your pussy was only for him to touch.

He was distracted.

Perhaps—

You went along with the idea the moment it completely formed in your brain, your hand leaving its position of massaging your boyfriend's balls to trail down your body before you began lightly circling your clit, your thighs twitching a little from how sensitive you were. As you pleasured yourself while sucking Shane off however, it only encouraged you to bob your head up and down faster in a sudden eagerness of wanting to cum together with him. "S-Shit baby...!" Shane hissed out. "So fuckin' eager all of a sudden?" His blurry vision didn't allow him to see the slight movement of your arm, too focused on how good your warm mouth felt on his cock.

His hand on your head suddenly gripped your hair, forcing you to still before he begun thrusting up into your mouth, lewd choking sounds being forced from your mouth as your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your skull, the fact of being used so blatantly along with pleasuring your needy clit almost too much for you to bear as you moaned around Shane's cock.

Your boyfriend only managed a few more strong thrusts before he tugged your head off of him, thick streams of his cum suddenly decorating your face, your tongue gently darted out to taste a trail of cum that had dribbled down close to the edge of your lips. You were disappointed though...you hadn't gotten to cum with him.

No matter, with how tight the knot in the pit of your stomach was getting, you only needed a little bit more before you could— "Hey." Shane suddenly hissed to you as he reached to grab your arm, forcing your ministrations on yourself to a complete still as he glared at you. "Didn't I tell you it's a bit rude to touch things without askin'?" You responded with a pout.

He nearly had a mind to laugh at the way you looked at him. "What? After nearly breaking out into tears over wanting me to cum on your face, suddenly it ain't enough for you?"

"I wanted to cum too!" You huffed with a newfound stubbornness. The attitude you were suddenly giving him was hilarious to him as if he wasn't capable of throwing you on the bed and fucking orgasm after orgasm out of you! He had a mind to see how long the attitude would last until you were opening and closing your mouth like a gasping fish but...he supposed you were right.

You deserve to cum as well, especially after servicing his cock so well.

Shane sighed as he helped you onto your feet before gently shoving you onto the bed, manhandling you until you propped up on your hands and knees. "Alright then babe," Shane smirked, letting out a low whistle at the sight of your glistening pussy and the way your slick dripped down your thighs. His half-hard cock throbbed with a renewed vigor, the mental image of your pussy oozing his cum enough to make him moan under his breath.

"H-Hurry—Ah—!"

"I don't believe you're really in a position to be tellin' me to hurry up slut," He planted one foot on the bed as he lined himself up to your entrance, a hand pressing down in the middle of your back to force your back into a harsh arch. "You'll take what I give you and be grateful for that." Without even allowing you a second to think of a response, you suddenly felt all the wind in your lungs be knocked out of you when Shane plunged himself into your heat, immediately picking up a harsh and brutal pace that made you grip the bedsheets as your eyes rolled to to the back of your head.

"S-Shane...!" You screamed into the sheets, your cunt clenching down on his cock as if it didn't want him to leave for a single second. not that your boyfriend would ever think of doing such a thing, the way your pussy clamped down around him was addictive, the combination of your pussy making lewd squelching sounds while each plap made you gush out some of your juices and onto his thighs. It made his head spin, each pant that left his lips sounding more akin to a dog in heat rather than an actual human.

"Fuck baby...so tight..." You squeaked when you felt Shane lean some of his weight down onto your back, effectively pining you in place before his hand came to tangle itself in your hair. You gasped when your head was suddenly tugged from being buried in the sheets, your blurry eyes barely being able to register your boyfriend's face coming closer to your own until you felt a pair of lips on your own.

The kiss was sloppy, full of unbridled lust and desire, as muffled moans could barely be heard between the two of you amongst the lewd plapping of skin on skin. Shane grunted against your kiss-swollen lips when he felt you begin to tighten up. "You close babe?" He pressed another kiss to your forehead with a smirk, your brain too hazy from pleasure to be able to properly answer him aside from whimpers and pleas to be allowed to cum. "W-Wanna cum..." You begged. "Please—"

Shane silenced you by forcing you to suck on his thumb, drool escaping your mouth along with whining, moaning, and panting, the noises only serving to make your boyfriend twitch inside of your sex as he quickened his pace. "You gonna cum baby?" He moaned against your ear. "You sound like your close..." When he bit the shell of your ear, that was the final straw that broke you as a scream left your lips, the sound of your pussy gushing your juices onto him making Shane smirk as wickedly as the devil himself as he continued fucking you through your orgasm.

"T-Too much...!" You whined.

"Just a little more baby, I'm almost there..." True to his word, Shane fucked you for only a few more thrusts before he stilled against you with a deep groan and whispered curses, his grip on your hair tightening ever so slightly before he slumped against you, the only sound following afterward being the sounds of you both trying to catch your breaths before you eventually slapped Shane's arm gently.

"H-Heavy..." You said tiredly before your boyfriend took himself from your heat. You whined quietly at the lost of being full but...it was hard to mind it much when you were quickly then pulled into your boyfriend's embrace. Now...all you both wanted to do was just sleep until the next day.

[peeweekey]

Sebastian likes frogs. Emphasis on the word likes.

He appreciates them, they do good for the environment. They eat up all the nasty flies that buzz around the mountain lake, too. He doesn’t have to worry about mosquitos snaking on his blood while he smokes. It’s just a plus that he finds them cool and interesting.

Which most people find weird. Sebastian thinks it’s weird that they find it weird. Frogs aren’t going out of their way to bother people.

Yes, he likes them. They’re his favorite animal, certainly.

But favorite is not enough for him to want to smooch a frog.

“Sam, I’m not gonna fucking kiss a frog.”

“C’mon! It’ll be like the movie!” Sam teases, insistently shoving Sebastian to the frog innocently sitting on a park bench. “Who knows, maybe it’ll be your very own froggy princess—”

“Didn’t the girl turn into a frog when she kissed it,” he shoots back, elbowing Sam backwards in the gut. The blond lets out an overdramatic hiss of pain, bent over and clutching his stomach. “Abby, back me up here.”

“I never watched that stuff,” Abigail shrugs, watching with amusement. She makes no move to help at all, comfortably resting against the wide wooden posts of a fence. “Watched a lotta cartoons though. Phineas and Ferb is my jam.”

“Not about the movie,” Sebastian grits exasperatedly. His brows knitting together in frustration “The frog.”

“Mhm, go on,” a cheshire-like grin on her face. “Kiss it, Seb. A big smooch right on its slimy mouth.”

Sam eggs him on, the pain of being elbowed magically disappearing. “Do it! Do it!”

Sebastian presses his lips tightly together. There’s no use resisting once Abby and Sam band together. They’re a force to be reckoned with like this—demanding and overbearing. Sebastian exasperatedly wipes a hand over his face, shooting the poor frog a sorry look.

Sam pushes him one more time, he gives him a stony glare in return. “Fuck—alright! Stop being so damn loud, you’ll scare it away.”

The frog in question croaks slightly, like it senses the trio talking about it. He gives it a wary glance.

As he slowly approaches, Sebastian can hear Abby and Sam’s satisfied sniggering behind him. They roped him into doing another stupidly outrageous thing for the umpteenth time.

He sighs, he really needs better friends.

Mustering up all his courage, he bends down, almost eye level with the frog, resting a hand on the wooden grain bench on where it’s perched upon.

He screws his eyes shut and goes for it.

Sebastian’s lips connect with the frog’s slimy, almost rough skin. So fast and featherlight that it can barely be considered a kiss. Cold against his lips. He pulls back immediately after, wiping any residue off his lips with the back of his hand.

The frog jumps, croaking with,what he assumes is, alarm.

“See?” Abby laughs, ruffling his hair good-naturedly. “No princess in sight. You didn’t turn into a frog either!”

“Man,” Sam snickers, patting him roughly on the back. Sebastian groans with every smack. “It would’ve been cool though, if you turned into a frog. We’d have a frog drummer in our band!”

Sebastian shoves his unruly friends off. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get going. The frog is probably traumatized.”

“You can check that off your bucket list,” Abby teases, a smirk playing on her lips. “Kiss a frog before I die. We’ll tell the story for generations.”

Sam howls with laughter, Sebastian feels absolutely mortified.

Before the trio could make any move out of the park, a cloud of green smoke curtains the frog, so thick and so unusual. Sebastian unconsciously backs away from it.

“What—woah,” Sam says, more mezmerised than shocked at the green smoke pouring out of the frog Sebastian kissed. “What is that?”

“The fuck if we know, Sam!”

“Boys, boys, shut the fuck up. Look.”

Abigail points at the fog. It grows and grows, stopping and dissipating once the whole bench is covered with the green mist.

The frog is gone—disappeared into thin air. Instead, a not-so-frog shaped person sits. You blink up at Sebastian slowly.

Woah, woah.

He feels his heart accelerating—for all the wrong reasons. An unusual thumping sound that vibrates all throughout his body—his fingertips, his stomach, his toes. Where there should be fear and panic and definitely fear, Sebastian feels exhilaration.

You’re pretty.

It’s also pretty horrifying for him to think—and feel.

You blink slowly—a frog-like trait that cement his suspicions. You’re staring up at him as he stares back down at you, curious meets bewildered. “…”

His eyes are wide, scanning each and every part of your now not frog-like features. Sebastian feels cold sweat dripping down his forehead—a stark temperature difference to the heat in his cheeks. “Oh—oh shit.”

“Uhm… ribbit?”

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Another thing he blames on Sam and Abby—his horrifying attraction you; the person, not the frog.

He checks that off his metaphorical bucket list, too.

[sallie-nathalies]

Bachelors and their pregnant wives. Hope that you enjoy it! Bachelorettes reactions, here

ALEX

Before you get pregnant, you will enjoy your marriage as a young couple. Alex is healthy, full of energy, and has many needs. Sometimes, he will literally just see you doing your farm chores and suddenly get turned on. Are you milking a cow? Sexy. Are you sowing your crops? Hot. Did a slime try to kill you? Oh yeah, let me take care of you, babe.

Many times, your encounters will be raw and uncontrollable… until the inevitable happens—you accidentally get pregnant.

Even though it wasn’t planned, Alex will be excited and happy. He’ll start talking about how he wants his own gridball team! You have to stop him right there because there’s no way you’re giving birth to that many children!

He’ll also come up with lots of “cool names” for the baby, but they’re terrible (and honestly, they sound more like dog names). Once again, you have to step in and remind him that the baby is a human being and needs a proper name.

Determined to be a responsible adult (at least, in his own way), Alex will do his best to provide for you and the baby. He’ll take extra shifts selling ice cream, work hard to earn every possible gridball scholarship, and start taking his studies seriously to finish his degree.

At one point, you even catch him preparing for a JojaMart interview. Once again, you have to step in—this time with Sam and Shane—to stage an intervention. You remind him that he doesn’t need to ruin his life that way.

Even though some of his ideas are crazy, you appreciate his efforts and the fact that he genuinely wants to be a good father. He didn’t expect this pregnancy, and the responsibility of raising a child came sooner than planned, but through his actions, he shows you that he’s committed to being by your side and doing whatever it takes for you and the baby. That gives you a sense of security and fills you with warmth, seeing just how much he has grown.

He is definitely not like his father. He is a better man.

SEBASTIAN

Before the pregnancy, he isn’t sure if he wants to have kids or be a househusband. In fact, he never even wanted to live in Pelican Town—but then you came into his life and turned it upside down. Relationships require compromise and sacrifice, and you are more than worthy of those sacrifices.

However, as the pregnancy progresses, he will have doubts and fears about this decision. You got pregnant by accident, and he will begin to have nightmares about the future and he will smoke more often. He will try to cope with his growing anxiety in silence. He’s afraid of the changes a baby will bring to your home, of losing his independence, and of not being the kind of father a child deserves.

You notice his struggles and realize he needs reassurance. You remind him that he will be a good father, that everything will turn out fine, and that fatherhood doesn’t mean the end of his life—it’s just a new chapter. But words alone aren’t enough, so you come up with an idea.

You decided to take a break from farm work once a week and bring him to Zuzu City to connect with the urban life he craves. You know the city well, and you take him to all the best places: your favorite old café, the music store where you used to go, even a rooftop with a beautiful view of the city and the skyline.

He will enjoy it, but soon, he will realize it's not the place that matters, it’s the people he’s with, and you are an important one. The city is chaotic and noisy, a stark contrast to his own calm and introverted nature. What he once thought he wanted pales in comparison to what he now loves. He begins to see that change isn’t always a bad thing.

From that moment on, he shows more commitment. He starts reading books about parenting and accompanies you to Harvey’s clinic appointments much more often. Slowly but surely, his fears are replaced with a cautious but growing excitement.

He may not have planned for this, but he’s choosing to embrace it. And that means everything.

SAM

Before the pregnancy, he always liked children. Vincent is a good kid, and he genuinely enjoyed being the older brother. He took pride in looking out for him, teaching him little things, and playing together. And when their father was overseas, he naturally stepped into a substitute father role, helping Jodi whenever she needed support.

In fact, he developed a good relationship with Penny due to the frequent parent-teacher conferences he attended with his mother.

So when you finally tell him you want to have children, he doesn’t hesitate for a second—he’s all in. And with that decision made, well… you two won’t exactly hold back. The passion between you intensifies, and let's just say you’ll be acting like rabbits.

The moment you tell him the good news, he is ecstatic—so much so that he immediately wants to share it with everyone. He tells his parents, his brother, his friends—he simply can’t contain his excitement.

During pregnancy he starts strumming the guitar for you in the evenings creating a peaceful atmosphere that helps you relax after long days. He will attend all of Harvey’s appointments with you, asking plenty of questions about parenting and child-rearing. Determined to be a good father and househusband, he will start visiting his mother more often to learn how to cook and clean. He will be clumsy, meals will burn or being oversalty, but he will improve with time. He will also invite you to dinner at his parents’ home because, to him, this is a major family event—one that will bring joy to everyone.

ELLIOTT

Before the pregnancy, he is fully focused on his writing career. He wants to be a successful writer and spends much of his time writing, working on different stories. However, he will never neglect you he makes sure to show you how much he loves you. You will know for sure that you are his priority. You’ll find yourselves enjoying many sweet, passionate sex together.

Your pregnancy comes a little earlier than expected, but he is fully committed to being by your side. Even thought these makes him feel a whirlwind of emotions, he will be calm and he will try to make you feel the same.

As the pregnancy progresses, he becomes even sweeter and more attentive. He’s always making sure that you are taking care of yourself and that you are content. You’ll dance together most days. It will be gentle, slowly, as he holds you close and when the weather is good, he will take you to the beach, so you can enjoy a good activity and encourages you to move a little.

However, despite his calm exterior, he is deeply worried about your well-being during childbirth. He reads a lot about the process, researching everything he can to make sure you’re well prepared. He will make a lot of questions to Harvey, and he wants to know what to expect, how to support you during labor, and how to handle any unexpected situations. He’s really scared of something going wrong.

You can see his fear in his eyes, and while it’s sweet that he cares so much, you know you need to reassure him. You remind him that you are in good hands and that everything will be fine. His anxiety eases a little bit, but it will never go until the arrival of your first child.

SHANE

Before pregnancy, he was already a father, and of course, he wanted to have his own biological children with you. Jas had fulfilled his life in ways he never expected, and watching her grow up made him feel like he has a good purpose in life. Watching her milestones, like graduating from first grade, learning to write and read, talking about his friends Vincent and Leo, and being a happy little girl, made him feel some proud of himself.

He is also into certain kinks related to pregnancy, and the moment you tell him you want to have children, the excitement in his blood will run hotter. Those weeks were going to be intense, for sure! He would be all over you, eager to make it happen, taking full advantage of the situation. There was no holding back, and he would pour all his love into the process.

When your period arrived in the first month, he felt a little disappointed...but actually no, because he knew it wasn’t time to give up. You just had to keep trying, right? <3

Even during the early weeks of pregnancy, you would be intimate as if he was trying to make another baby.

But once your pregnancy became more noticeable, he would become soft, and he will be more and more tender and protective towards. "No, my angel, stay in bed, relax, read a book or watch TV, I’ll take care of everything today!" he’d say. "You have been working all day. Let me rub your feet!" This man will take any opportunity to pamper you.

And if you ever craved something, even something as random as a pineapple in the middle of the night, he would do whatever it took to get it for you. "Alright, stay here, I’ll wake Pierre up to bring you the pineapple!" he’d say with a smile, ready to do whatever he could for you.

HARVEY

Before the pregnancy, he genuinely enjoys being married. He loves sharing his life with you, and while he’s content in your relationship, he admits that he would feel more fulfilled with children around. The idea of starting a family has always been something he secretly longed for. He’s the one who brings it up first, asking you if you’re ready for parenthood.

When you agree, he feels like the happiest man on earth. The moment you tell him you’re pregnant, he hugs you tighly. He can't express enough how much he loves you.

As your pregnancy progresses, he totally gets into his "doctor mode". He will ensure that you are as healthy and comfortable as possible. He will cook nutritious meals, making sure your diet is rich in the vitamins and minerals needed for both you and the baby. You will take supplements if you need them, and he will read a lot of medicine magazines enfocused on pregnancy. He is also very keen to encourage you to do exercise with the other women in town on Tuesdays.

While he’s doing everything he can to care for you, his own responsibilities, make it difficult for him to keep up with all the house and farm chores. He feels guilty that he can’t do it all, so he proposes hiring someone to help with the farm chores. After some consideration, he suggests Shane, Robin and Marnie, as they are reliable and capable. Even though his schedule is demanding, he wants to make sure you are not neglected and that your pregnancy is as smooth and stress-free as possible.

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[calccite]

Sebastian's a virgin this, Sebastian's shy and submissive that. But hear me out on this take,,, What about Sebastian who knows what he's doing and matches your freak [tw: n/sfw]

(No disrespect to people who headcanon him as such, I just think it's fun to think about a different dynamic for him)

Personally, I believe that Sebastian HAS fucked before, not that he necessarily sleeps around, but he probably had a few relationships/ flings before and sort of just figured out what to do from there. Most of his experiences ranged from past exes and situationships which ended up hurting him before he met you. So yeah, I don't think he's a virgin. He can also be goofy both in and out of sex & teasing too, have you SEEN his dialogue in his 14 heart events?! (Specifically the one where you call the frog your guys' son). I like him as an introvert and with a bit of a dorky side, cause it makes him cuter and hotter like that<333

Anyways... He's probably the type to abruptly pull out just to hear you whine and beg for him to put it back in :(( But he isn't that mean because he loves you 💗💗💗 He's actually a very giving boyfriend, and his favorite sex position is just eating you out/sucking you off cause he's pussy/cockdrunk like that!!!

Sebastian gives major switch but mostly leaning top; Not because he wants to be controlling or hates submitting to you, I believe he's just used to being the one to take the lead and making sure you get to lay back and enjoy yourself. (Kind of a service-dom!) Of course if you want to top, he's also open to that :3

If ever you're in the mood but he's exhausted or isn't particularly in the same horniness as you are, he'll let you use his dick like a toy or sit on his face, he's not opposed to it either way (he would "die happy like this").

i love sebastian so much guys, he's my lil pookie bear

[mongoosingisme]

This is your NSFW thing warning

A Prompt 3 Ways: Rainy Morning in Bed

Featuring: Shane, Harvey, Elliott

Shane

Shane hated rainy days. He said they make him feel like he was asleep no matter what he tried to do.

So sometimes he doesn’t even fight it, would just lay in bed with his eyes closed and listen as you went about your morning.

You’d always try to finish up whatever you were doing quickly, so you could shower and get into pajamas and lie back down with him. You looked forward to his warm weight, the way his big arms would pull you in close, the way he’d press his face into the crook of your neck. You’d wrap an arm around him, scratch gently at his head, give him a report on the chickens.

Sometimes that’s how you’d stay, but other times he’d roll on top of you, shuddering, all soft kisses on your neck and quiet groans, hitching up one of your legs, pressing into you all full and deep and slow. The rain made him slow, made him feel more like liquid, and he made you feel liquid too when he was like that, and it was so, so easy to move and flow and rock and sigh.

You’re so good to me, baby. So fucking good to me.

He murmur it into your ear after, while you were all wrapped up in him. Sleepy still, but in a different way. Less like drowning, more like peace.

You knew how he felt, because you could feel it too.

Harvey

Usually Harvey woke up when you did, and even on rainy days he’d be bustling around the kitchen while you were getting ready. He was the responsible type, and his momentum was a help in getting started on your day.

But every once in a while a rainy morning would flip a switch in his mind, and he would do everything in his power to prevent you from leaving the bed.

Arm warm and tight around your waist. Lips loose on your neck. Hips pressing into your rear. A wide hand spread in your upper thigh. Whispered promises in your ear.

Stay right here with me, sweetheart. I don’t want you going anywhere.

He was very convincing, with the way his fingers would move. Always so gentle, always so clever, always so damned persistent, teasing, bringing you up and letting you fall again and again.

Honey, you sound so frustrated. Tell me exactly what you need and I’ll give it to you.

It wasn’t until he was satisfied that you were satisfied that he’d push inside you, gentle and languid, warm and steady, until he was finished and you were a whimpering mess and it was time for him to get up and make some coffee.

Elliott

Elliott’s mouth was never still, but rainy mornings in bed were a genre of their own.

Down in his cabin, the sound of the ocean against the tap of rain on the roof. Nowhere to be and nothing to do but feel the way Elliott’s mouth was trailing over you.

Worshiping felt like a strong word, which means it was exactly what he was doing to you, exploring every inch of skin with his lips and tongue. There seemed to be no reasoning to the path he took over your body. Lips on your cheek. A nip on your earlobe. A lingering kiss on the line of your hip. Turning you over to run his tongue along your spine, to suck at the backs of your knees.

There’s nowhere to be, darling.

That’s what he’d say if you showed any hint of frustration, of need. Like you were supposed to just lie there and take it while his mouth hovered between your thighs, hot breath and the barest skim of his nose driving you to desperation.

When his mouth was finally on you, that’s when it’d all go quiet. The rain, the waves, the rest of the world: it’d all fade away into the slow pulse of his tongue.

[junicult]

synopsis ; the aftermath of going days without seeing your boyfriend.

contains ; suggestive. mostly fluff tho (shocking). gn!reader, but fem in mind. established relationship — dating. drabble. reader is very desperate lol. i need harvey. this might be literate to me only. sorta proofread, i’ll look over it later.

note ; forgive me…….again……………….again.

you’re not surprised you even had the dream in the first place. it’s been nearly a week since you’ve last had sex. and it’s been days since you’ve seen him.

no wonder your subconscious is wanton. you’re more sexually-frustrated than you’ve been since you were single. unfortunately, you’ve never been able to finish due to a sex dream, so that only adds to the indelicacy of the way you handle your plants today.

to put it simply; you’re a bitch today. cursing random things that get in your way, walking around town barely throwing items at the applicants and leaving with no other word.

you’ll feel guilt later. you just can’t get this one thing out of your mind.

you detour, (is it even a detour if you knew you’d find your way here at some point in the day?) bursting into clinic as if you own the place. the air conditioning blows the pulled pieces of your ponytail, cooling your sticky skin.

the discrepancy of storming in hardly goes noticed by the woman behind the counter, nose deep in a book like usual while she waits for appointments or someone to shop. she’s used to you coming in like this, more or less.

“hey maru.” you bore, hardly sparing her a glance.

“hey farmer.” she doesn’t even have to look up, she already knows who you’re here for.

you push past the swing doors to where you know your boyfriend sits, examining files you have zero interest in (not that he’d even let you peek.) your steps are harsh, leaving a trail of dirt or something you have no care in at the moment but most-likely will later. you might even offer to mop if it’s too bad.

you push open the door to find just what you were expecting; you’re achingly handsome boyfriend with his neat brown hair, paired with his lab-coat and stethoscope as always. he’s hunched at the desk, deep “in the zone” as he would say, until your disruption has him swinging around to face the door.

only to visibly relax when he sees it’s you, and in turn pulls a smile on his previously scrunched face.

“oh! what a pleasant surprise, i was just thinking about yo—“

“you need to fuck me tonight.” you state, before the door was even shut and loud enough maru could’ve heard—a possibility that has him wincing. “y’know, if you’d like. that’d be great.”

god, seeing him only makes it worse. you want to kiss him, all over if you could. you want to grab his collar, pull him up from this tiny, squeaky office chair and press him against the wall, feel his hands, his lips, anything you can grasp—

“what?” he hesitates. his eyes pinch with concern you disregard as you step closer.

“harvey,” you whine, “i just needed to see you. oh my god, i don’t like going days without seeing you.”

he’s stunned, but his heart swoons before his brain even registers what you’re saying. though his lips seem to think before he does, accepting your own like a magnet when you press into him.

he never minds a quick peck when he’s in the office or in uniform. and he’s never been one to turn down your affections, but at this moment you’re kissing him like you only do at home. you’re stealing his breath, fingers feathering through the back of his hair, nails scratching at his scalp in the way you always do before eventually lowering to your knees and going on with what makes him the most relaxed.

you know what you’re doing, he knows you know what you’re doing. and he also knows you’re well aware of time and place, and unfortunately for you—this will never be the place.

“what’s gotten into you?” he suspires, the action causing you to pull away with a sigh.

you have to force your gaze away from his crooked glasses and puffy lips. “i had a dream about you last night. now i’m pissed off.”

“because of me?”

“because we haven’t had sex in like, a week.” you groan, breathlessly, “i miss you.”

you could almost feel embarrassed. almost, if you didn’t already know you were stroking his ego; a task you love to do mostly because it never makes him cocky it just makes him more confident. and you love him the most when he’s feeling good about himself.

he stays mostly silent for a moment, basking in this declaration of love (lust) from you. he blinks with puppy dog eyes—you’ve always loved how much larger they get under his thick lenses.

“…all because you had a dream about me?”

you sulk, giving him a short glower. “not all because. we haven’t even seen each other since monday.”

“i know, i’m well aware. i’ve missed you too,” he nods and offers a small smile. “want to tell me what your dream was about?”

you frown, absentmindedly circling your thumb on his polyester shoulder.

“it was dirty.” you murmur.

he lets out a huff of air through his nose, already assuming as much. the confirmation feels nice however, and he purses his lips as his cheeks grow crimson.

it’s flattering knowing you think about him the same he does to you. or maybe, it easies the guilt when he wakes up the next morning.

“you were doing things…that you’re really good at…that i really miss,” you drop your butt and cup your knees like a spoiled child, subtly whining as if neglected. you almost feel like it too, which you know isn’t purposeful. he’d spend every waking moment with you if he didn’t have his own obligations.

you look up at him with a pout, almost defeated. “please come over. i’ll make you dinner.”

“honey,” he laughs, acquainted with a warm flush across his cheeks that he wears handsomely, “you never have to bribe me to see you. although i’ll gladly accept if you’re offering. what time will you be finished with work?”

“what time will you be finished?”

“probably around 5:30 today. i can come by afterwards, if you’ll be done?”

you grin, shooting back up. “i will be. i’ll make you the best dinner ever. you’ll never want to go two and a half days without seeing me ever again in your life.”

“i never wanted to to begin with!”

[sashiavi]

you mentioned about wanting rambles so... im sharing this one with you because u will GET IT... !

breeding with bull Alex... being his cute lil cow girl, the sheer size difference potential ughh could you imagine? he could lift you up by your waist and fuck you doggy style while you still hover mid air </3 PULLING on his big bull horns for stability when he bullies you into a mating press, having his whole body completely encase yours as he bends awkwardly with every thrust; but you can hardly complain with a face full of his tits </3 having him pump ur pussy full every breeding season??? he'd be so affectionate n doting too i bet, parading around with you glued to his hip because he loves to show you off </3

Ughhh you get me so well ♡♡

Cow! And Bull! Hybrids are genuinely one of my absolute favourite things </3 they honestly rival Puppy! Girls n boys so hArd it's so hard to choose between them sometimes.

And ughh being Alex's pretty Cow - it's everything I love, things like heats and cycles Lactation! ! !

It's such a guilty pleasure of mine you don't even know (or you do >v>)

Poor pretty tits aching so baddd, nipples so sensitive while he gently laps at them to soothe, he knows he shouldn't be so greedy, he feeds you sooo well and pampers you sweetly to ensure your milk is the best quality for him to sell on the farm- but how could he?? Not when you taste so good and look so pretty while he does it <//3

And the comforting aura he'd bring - so strong and dominant :(( getting you all comfy on his cock, cuddle fucking you while he gently suckles on your tits, swallowing down your sweet milks. He'll break away for a few moments just to praise and shush you, his hands always petting and caressing, even bumping the cute little buds on your head you call horns.

He can go absolutely crazy on your scent but also has such a grip on himself and knows when it's your special time :((

Something about him being sooo dominant over everything with you - breeding you up, fucking you deep but also when he's being so, so soft.

[newtabfics]

Just saw you do stardew valley requests, may I get some Sebastian x reader getting snasty in the back of the Stardrop Saloon? You know that area with all the kegs? But one little thing, Gus is her father and they trying to be quite😏

SHUT UP ANON OMG YOU MAD LAD. I LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH MWAH

Triggers for sneaky snoo-snoo. Degradation.

He panted as his head swiveled up, listening to the hum of the saloon beyond. His teeth gripped his lip, a grunt escaping.

Y/N was whimpering quietly under his palm as he kept his steady rhythm. She was simply too noisy when he fucked her. He knew that. But her new dress looked adorable on her.

It looked better shoved up her waist as he propped her ankles over his elbows. The top was pulled down to reveal her tits bouncing with each hard thrust.

"Such a fucking slut," he growled lowly. "Just can't keep fucking quiet once my dick is in you."

Y/N whined at that, back arching as the keg dug into her rear. She looked so damned good with her eyes watery and his hand covering her mouth and gripping his hoodie.

"Sebby, please," She moaned quietly under his palm.

"Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me," He groaned as he thrust harder. He smirked as she did so, her walls clutching tighter.

"God if you're not careful," he sang playfully at her moan. "Everyone in town'll know that you're getting fucked in your pop's saloon."

Somehow the notion made her wetter as she rocked hard against him, shaking as the keg under her sloshed. The hand gripping her tight into place.

"Hold fucking still, Y/N."