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Green on the Vine — Strawberry Wine (Part 8 of ?)

(Stardew Valley — Shane/Female Farmer/OC)

This chapter is rated NSFW — 5137 words. Pussy eating, vaginal fingering, masturbation, and a smidge of dirty talk.

Note: Oop, here be smut. And it's the longest chapter yet. Thanks for hanging in there, y'all.

(FYI: Additional chapters of Green on the Vine — Strawberry Wine can be found in the Stardew Valley Fic Masterpost link in my blog description. Or, you can click the #green on the vine strawberry wine tag in this post, within my blog, to access all additional chapters.)

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Shane held his breath as the pair walked toward the ranch, his mind a mixture of chaos and odd serenity. The woman by his side said nothing, but Shane could feel the hesitancy radiating from her in nearly palpable waves, confirming that his attempt to quell her nerves by asking her to follow him someplace more private had failed miserably. He noticed she was still holding her bare arms, despite the humidity, and he felt like a moron, holding his forgotten sweatshirt in one hand.

"Here," he said, offering it to her like a gesture of peace. The pair slowed as she slipped it on and zipped it up to her chin. Only then did he hope he'd washed it in the last few days.

Shane struggled to find something to say that didn't sound trite, considering the confession the farmer had just dropped on him while still slightly tipsy. He'd sobered up fast however, once his brain caught up with the way she stumbled over her words, the usual confidence she displayed replaced by unease and a clear undercurrent of angst. By the time Shane realized she had slipped her hand into his — the roughness of her palm yanking him fully into the moment — any apprehension he may have harbored concerning his feelings for her dissolved like morning frost touched by the first rays of sunlight. Something undefined shifted within him, and he gave in to the desire to comfort her, touching her in ways he'd only dreamed about when alone in his bed, unable to sleep due to the gremlins wreaking havoc in his head. And it had felt so natural . Effortless, like they'd embraced in such a manner a million times before, his timidity vanishing as if it had never existed.

Kristen stumbled beside him, tripping over a rock or something else obscured by the deep darkness of the surrounding woods, and she cried out. Instinctively, he grabbed her, clasping her elbow to keep her steady as she regained her balance and fell back into stride beside him. However, he didn't release her, instead opting to slide his hand down her forearm and slip back into her palm. The gesture felt smooth in a way Shane had never been in his entire life, especially when she curled her fingers around his own, and he caught her peeking at him from below her lashes.

What's happening? Did the woman you've been lovesick over like a stupid puppy really just admit she has feelings for you? What the fuck are you gonna do when you get inside the ranch?

What was he going to do? He hadn't a clue. Asking her to follow him there had seemed the most logical request at the time, his mind frantically trying to decipher what she was saying while his body buzzed like a nest of honey bees protecting their fat queen. The distinctly male part of Shane was on high alert, playing out every scenario of how he could seduce her and carry her to his bed. The part that feared the consequences of such actions reminded him of what a colossal mess he was and that he hadn't been with a woman properly since before he'd even laid eyes on the farmer.

Properly? Yeah, that's an excellent way to put it. You hardly remember the woman you screwed in that filthy bar bathroom in Zuzu back in the Spring, huh? Other than the taste of cigarettes when she shoved her tongue down your throat and how you had to brush your teeth twice the following morning.

A soft glow permeated through the blackness and caught Shane's eye, thrusting him from the thoughts threatening to spiral out of control. The nightlight Marnie left on in the kitchen backlit the window like a beacon, and Shane sped up, practically pulling Kristen along with him. She kept his pace, softly bumping into his back when he stopped short on the stoop and slowly opened the front door.

Though he was positive that his Aunt would be spending the night someplace other than the ranch, Shane peered past the doorjamb almost sneakily, like a child tiptoeing to the kitchen for a forbidden midnight cookie.

"Shane?"

Her voice held a twinge of suppressed laughter as she leaned heavily on his back, her face hovering just behind his own. The word curled around his ear in a way Shane couldn't interpret but felt deep in his marrow, sparks crackling across the flesh of his neck like tiny jolts of electricity.

Instead of replying verbally, he tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her through the door. The steady hum of the old refrigerator and their shared breaths filled the room as he guided her past the shop counter and down the hall leading toward his bedroom. Once inside, he flipped on his bedside lamp and rolled his eyes at the crushed beer can lying next to the waste basket. He knew the fucking thing would haunt him; he just didn't realize it would be so soon.

The metallic hiss of a zipper drew his attention back to the farmer as she shed his hoodie and awkwardly tossed it on his bed. He couldn't quite interpret her expression, but he knew that if he let her stand there much longer without acknowledging the tension between them, the moment would be lost, possibly forever.

"Kriss," he said, swallowing around the lump in his throat and dropping her backpack at his feet. The nickname he'd given her because he refused to call her Krissy rolled off his tongue effortlessly. He'd spoken it hundreds of times with every inflection he could imagine. It felt safe because her full name sat at the back of his mind in scenarios he sequestered for precise moments, and none of them involved him struggling to express how he felt. Things were always so much easier in his imagination.

"You called me Kristen before," she replied, taking a tentative step toward him. Once again, his eyes were drawn to the discarded empty beer can, and he hoped she wouldn't accidentally kick it across the room.

"I did?"

He honestly hadn't realized, being more concerned with making sure they were entirely alone before whatever spell she was casting over him took hold, and he vomited all of his own feelings across the dock instead of rancid ale.

"Yeah. I think that's probably the first time you've ever said my full name. I… liked it."

She took another step toward him and reached out with her unbandaged hand, but he made no move to take it. Instead, his eyes glued to her fingers and tracked them like a heat-seeking missile, frozen in place as they pinched the fabric of his green polo at his belt line and tugged .

Fuck. You can't ignore this. You can't.

"Kristen."

His voice lowered an octave of its own accord as if his body were taking over, quelling the frenetic energy bouncing around in his skull before it could derail the train barreling toward him at breakneck speed. His eyes flicked upward to meet hers head-on, and he was glad they were the same height for the first time. Otherwise, if he were taller, he would have second-guessed if the hooded quality of her gaze was due to pure perspective and not a product of the moment that seemed to stretch on and on as she took one more step closer.

Before he could second guess himself, Shane's hand shot out and grasped her wrist, yanking her flush against him while the other cupped the back of her neck. In the split second it took for her to register his movements, she gasped but seemed to melt into him, her body growing slack, yielding to him in a way that zoomed directly to his groin.

If you don't kiss her now, you're a lost cause. You have no excuse this time. She's in your goddamn arms. She's practically purring…

Shane wasn't sure what he expected the second their lips made contact, but it certainly wasn't the absolute frenzy that followed. The night she'd kissed him the previous winter, she'd been soft touches and gentle sighs, the alcohol coursing through her veins making her loose and malleable, along with wiping her memory. Now, however — her hand flew to grip the hair at the nape of his neck, fist, and tug until a delicious sting radiated across his scalp. Her lips parted, and her tongue swiped across his bottom lip before encasing it completely, her teeth following suit, scraping across the tender tissue rough enough to ignite something primal within him but gentle enough to smooth it out in their wake. Her body pressed into his so earnestly that he felt he would bow backward if he wasn't already shuffling her toward the bed. A second later, the back of her knees hit the mattress and gave way, sending them tumbling and bouncing as the old springs whined in protest.

"Ow, shit!" Kristen yelped, yanking her injured hand from between them. Shane was sprawled on top of her awkwardly, his eyes as wide as saucers when he realized what he'd just done.

"Kriss, fuck… I'm sorry, I —"

He scrambled to get up but soon realized he was held fast, her free hand still buried in his hair. And she didn't relent.

"Oh no, don't you dare ," she said, leveling him with a stare so smoldering that he hitched a breath. "I don't want to hear you calling me anything but Kristen for the rest of the night. And you're not leaving me high and dry like last time."

She pulled him down and smothered any further protest with her lips before it could slip past his own, and he soon grew limp, sinking into her as she wrapped her thighs around his waist. Tongues and teeth and hands and nails — the farmer's passion poured from her as she wiggled beneath him, canting her hips upward and tightening the grip of her thighs until the inseam of his shorts dug uncomfortably against his swelling cock.

"Wait," Shane panted when she broke away to pepper feather light kisses across his stubbled jaw. He wasn't sure where this flash of clarity was coming from when every ounce of blood was redirected toward his crotch. "What do you mean, like last time?"

"Huh?"

He pulled back, bracing himself above her with his hands planted on either side of her head. Her auburn curls framed her face and fanned across the ratty quilt like a fiery crown, and her chocolate eyes seemed to fucking sparkle in the low light of his bedside lamp.

You're gonna ruin this, aren't you? he thought, even as his cock throbbed and his fingers itched to shuck every stitch of clothing from her body. She was lying below him, something akin to adoration coloring her face as her lips parted and she wet her bottom lip with her tongue.

"You said I left you high and dry?" he clarified, knowing precisely what she was referring to and trying to reconcile it with his apparent misunderstanding of the events on that snowy night.

"I was kidding," she said, a smirk tugging at her lips as she pecked the tip of his nose. "I know it wasn't what you wanted. I could tell when I saw you at Pierre's the next day, so I just dropped it. It's fine."

"I thought you didn't remember!" he exclaimed, breaking away from Kristen completely and plopping down next to her on the bed. He scrubbed a trembling hand down his face and sighed, letting this new information replace every misconception he harbored. The hazy memory of the drunken hookup in Zuzu with a faceless woman swam to the forefront of his mind, and he felt ill. Deep down, he knew that night was a desperate attempt to snuff his feelings for the farmer to ash and scatter them across the flesh of a stranger. It hadn't worked, of course, and only made him feel cheap and ashamed.

"Shane, hey — hold on a sec," she said, sitting up so she could look him in the eye. He attempted to avoid her gaze, but she cupped his cheek in her good hand, drawing him in. "Did we really have one of those stupid cheesy romance movie moments where two people completely misunderstand each other and suffer with it for months?"

Shane scrunched his brow as a smile broke across Kristen's face, squinting her eyes, and she laughed. Hard. She laughed so hard that tears streaked down her freckled cheeks and she clasped her hand over her mouth in an attempt to calm herself. He only stared at her, flabbergasted, until she finally quieted to a few giggles and scooched close enough to wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head on his shoulder.

"Well, now I feel fucking stupid," he said, glaring at his alarm clock. It was just past 2:30 am, and he was so glad he didn't have to work in the morning. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

"Don't. I'm just as culpable." She lifted her head to place a kiss behind his ear, and warmth bloomed where her lips touched, spreading throughout his body, renewing the arousal that had clouded his mind just moments before. "You don't know how much I want you," she whispered then, and he nearly groaned. "I was disappointed when you tucked me into bed that night instead of… but you were a perfect gentleman. I guess if I wasn't so drunk, things would have turned out differently, huh?"

"Why did you?" he asked before clarifying, "Get so drunk, I mean."

"I got a letter from my ex's attorney that he was getting remarried, so I didn't have to pay his alimony anymore. I was celebrating ." A bitter laugh followed the last word, clueing Shane into the fact that she was doing anything but. "I'm sorry that I threw myself at you. It wasn't because I was trying to compensate for something or use you. Maybe I wanted a little bit of comfort. Feel like someone wanted me for once."

"I've always wanted you." The confession pushed past his teeth before he could bite his tongue. Though, he figured now was the best time to lay everything bare. She'd already told him outright exactly what he'd dreamed she would say when he was alone in the dark, hand wrapped around his cock, eyes squinted shut with her visage seared to the back of his eyelids. There was no use pretending otherwise. "When I first saw you, I thought you were so fucking cute; it pissed me off."

She snickered, her humid breath wafting across the shell of his ear. "Did you recognize me? From when we were kids?"

"Yeah," he confessed. He felt a blush rise to his cheeks from his neck at the admission. Somehow, it felt more intimate than what they'd just been doing. "Dunno why I never mentioned it. Guess I figured you didn't remember me and pretending you were a complete stranger was easier."

"I never saw you again after that summer, so I pretty much was a stranger."

Shane stiffened slightly, hoping she wouldn't ask him why he didn't return. As liberating as it was to finally speak freely about his dumb emotions, he wasn't particularly keen on going down that memory lane. When she tightened her hold on his middle and placed another soft kiss on the side of his jaw, he relaxed but wondered if he'd ruined the mood beyond repair.

"Kristen, I want this," he finally spoke, turning in her embrace to face her. "But —"

"I don't want you to feel pressured, please," she cut in before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "I've been coming on so strong since I asked you to move in with me… Christ . What was I thinking?" She tilted forward until her forehead rested on his collarbone, wild curls brushing the underside of his nose.

"No, I mean. Um." He fumbled for words even though they were fairly straightforward. Even now, his mind wouldn't let him accept that this woman was fully ready to give herself to him and he only had to make a move. "I don't have any condoms."

"Oh," she replied. "I suppose that is a problem." Her voice was slightly muffled as she spoke into his shirt but he detected a slight twinge of disappointment that puffed up his ego enough for him to make an alternate proposal.

"That doesn't mean I can't…" he trailed off and cleared his throat. The words were sitting on his tongue, straightforward and blunt. "Let me go down on you."

"Oh my god ," she whined, digging her nails into his back so hard he felt the bite through his old polo. Her curls continued to tickle his nose and chin as she shifted, crawling into his lap. Then her lips sealed to his again, hungry and insistent, pushing her tongue past his teeth and sliding it along his own. Before he knew it, he was frantic, pawing at her ass crudely before pressing her down on his crotch. The friction was delicious, maddening, and simply not enough .

"Is that a yes?" he managed to ask when they parted for a much-needed breath. His cock pulsed painfully, and he longed to unzip his shorts to relieve some of the pressure. Maybe even touch himself while he buried his tongue in her cunt.

"You really want to eat my pussy? That doesn't sound like friendship behavior," she teased. He'd never heard her use such language in the entirety of knowing her, and he nearly passed out on the spot, light-headed.

"Aren't you supposed to be with your best friend? At least, that's the sappy shit I've heard," he retorted. Before she could answer, he lifted her from his lap and sat her on the edge of the mattress. Then, he fluidly sank to his knees on the floor, shuffling between her thighs.

"Is this really happening?" she breathed, reaching out to interlock her fingers with the hand he had planted on her left knee. Her earnest expression gripped Shane's heart uncomfortably, and he had the urge to swoop her up into a crushing embrace and simply hold her tight to his chest. But the deep-seated barbaric nature within urged him to rip her jeans clean from her body and devour her like a ravenous beast instead.

"I've been asking myself that same question since the dock."

"I definitely didn't expect tonight to end with you on your knees like this but I'm not complaining," she said. The husky quality her tone held that snowy night had returned. Coupled with catching her bottom lip between her teeth while staring him directly in the eyes, Shane began to tremble as his hands traveled up the expanse of her thighs and settled on the button of her jeans. He paused for a beat, holding his breath, waiting for her to suddenly shove him back in a moment of regret. But when that didn't happen, he pushed the metal disk through the hole and traced his fingers toward the zipper, pulling it down slowly — a method of sweet torture seemingly affecting his partner just as much as himself.

"Shane!" she squealed, flopping back on the mattress and throwing her arm across her face.

Taking the hint, he hooked his fingers at the waistband of her jeans and tugged. Her hips rose from the bed in response, and he tugged harder, revealing a pair of lilac cotton panties hugging her hips and bottom so perfectly that the fabric sat upon her pale flesh like a second skin. They weren't particularly sexy, but the soft material molded between the apex of her thighs was slightly darker, visibly damp. He wanted to comment on it, say something deliciously filthy, but a nerve twinged at the base of his brain, unsure if she would appreciate his dirty talk as much as he enjoyed hers.

You're about to peel her panties off and come face to face with her pussy, don't chicken out now.

He swallowed, the lump in his throat ever thicker. He dragged the pad of his thumb from the top of her clothed lips, drawing it downward, and she flinched.

"Are you wet for me?" His voice was raspy, and he hoped it sounded as sexy as he intended.

"Yes, baby," she cooed, sitting up suddenly. With hooded eyes, she snaked her hand down her belly until she cupped her clothed cunt, pressing her middle finger between her lips. The display was so incredibly sexy that Shane leaned back on his haunches and spread her thighs wider for a better view. "You don't know how often I've touched myself, imagining your tongue. Especially after a stupid argument. I'd be soaked."

"Fuck," Shane breathed, pressing his face to the inside of her knee. He briefly wondered if his stubble would be an issue, but the scratch of her nails across his scalp whisked that worry away. He placed a kiss on the smooth flesh before trailing upward, his tongue and teeth drawing a line across the expanse of her inner thigh, achingly slow.

When he finally reached his destination again, he pressed his face there, too, drawing in the cloying scent of her sex, poking his tongue outward to prod at the dark patch roughly.

"I didn't expect you to be such a tease," she said. Shane's eyes flicked up to catch her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving dramatically. Her signature white tank top stretched across her tits tautly due to the angle of her body, and he reached up to grasp the hem, hoping she'd take the hint. Thankfully she did and the useless garment was soon tossed to the side, her simple bra quickly following behind.

"Kristen. You're fucking beautiful," he croaked, hands smoothing up her hips and belly of their own accord. Her shoulders and chest were peppered with the same smattering of freckles that graced her cheeks and nose like constellations littering the night sky. Shane wanted to trace them with his tongue, and he followed that urge as she leaned back to lay prone on the mattress and he crawled his way back up her body.

The farmer's gasps and lust-laden moans spurred him on. She arched her back, and he tucked one hand beneath her spine, palm smoothing across each vertebra as his mouth settled in the gap between her breasts. He sucked lightly, secretly hoping to leave a faint mark he could gaze upon later if he were so lucky.

"Shane — baby, please …"

The pleading quality of her voice shot straight to Shane's cock, and he mentally kicked himself for using his last condom on a one-night stand, especially when she locked her ankles behind his back and pulled him in. Shamelessly, he dry-humped her, grinding his hips against hers so aggressively that the mattress springs squeaked and the headboard slapped the plaster wall. His mouth continued to roam, capturing a dusky nipple between his teeth as she arched toward him, moaning so obscenely that Shane thought he'd come on the spot.

After spending more time than he probably realized worshiping her tits, her incessant squirming and pants of desperation finally penetrated his consciousness, and he looked down on her, dazed by the desire swimming in her eyes and the sheen of sweat sprinkled across her forehead.

"Sorry," he whispered, tucking his face in the junction between her neck and shoulder. He pressed more soft kisses to the smooth flesh and delighted in the shivers it elicited from the farmer.

"If you don't make me come soon, I think I'm going to die," she said with a strangled giggle.

Shane smiled against her skin, ego inflating with each word. He never considered himself a tease. In fact, most of his previous sexual encounters were frantic and rushed. Even in past relationships, the goal was to get off as quickly as possible, even if he wanted to go slow. Deep down, he wondered if it was because his skills were lackluster and it was a chore for any proper girlfriend to sleep with him. But maybe, they just didn't desire him the way this woman apparently did.

"I won't stop until I do," he rasped before kissing his way back down her body until he was settled back on the floor. Hooking his hands under her knees, he tugged until her ass hung slightly off the mattress and finally curled his fingers around the cotton adoring her hips, sliding it down her thighs until she lifted her legs to assist him.

Once the scrap of fabric was discarded, Shane sucked in a breath between his teeth, absorbing the scene — his only friend, completely nude. On his bed. Legs spread wide, trimmed pubic hair glistening with moisture. He glanced down at himself, still fully dressed, and it stoked a fire deep within him that he hadn't realized would be set ablaze. He felt like he held the upper hand, armored with his clothing, while this woman lay completely vulnerable before him. She trusted him enough to present herself in such a manner, practically pleading with him to touch her. It was a position of power he wasn't familiar with, but he was bound and determined not to ruin it.

"Up," he coaxed, guiding her thighs to settle on his shoulders. Unable to hold back for another second, he wrapped his hands around her hips for leverage and pressed his lips to her labia, ghosting his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, applying pressure when he reached her clit. Just enough to make contact with the bundle of nerves hidden beneath.

Kristen jerked and raised her ass, chasing his tongue as best she could with her hips pinned to the mattress. Soon, her hand found its way back to his thick hair, scratching and tugging as he repeated the motion again and again, applying slightly more pressure with each pass until his tongue was buried between her lips, stiff and imploring. He gave her just enough sensation to keep her on the edge while his fingers dug into the meat of her hips hard enough to bruise.

"More. Please… more ," Kristen pleaded, writhing and wriggling like a serpent across his quilt. Shane immediately complied, spreading her lips with the fingers of one hand while the other gently pulled back the hood of her clit, exposing her completely. Shane scorched the sight of the engorged flesh in his mind before flattening his tongue and lapping at her pussy, bottom to top, circling her clit relentlessly, quickening the pace when her moans morphed into outright cries.

Thank Christ we're in the middle of the woods , he thought, suddenly imagining the blaze of gossip that would spread through town if anyone could hear the farmer. But he quickly quelled that worry as he sealed his lips around her clit, swiping his tongue across the bud while his free hand traveled to his own fly and fumbled it open.

Shane groaned when the pressure on his cock lessened, and he outright moaned when his hand liberated the stiff organ and wrapped around its base. Kristen, now free from his vice grip holding her down, rolled her hips, sliding her slick cunt across his tongue with vigor, grinding to obtain more friction.

"Oh god, please don't stop," she whined, staring at him now, eyes wide. "I'm going to come all over your face. You want that?"

"Shit, yes," he literally growled, repositioning his free hand, so his middle and ring fingers prodded at her entrance. When he gently slipped them inside her, she gasped. When he hooked them and rhythmically drummed the spongy patch of flesh deep inside, she arched her back and wrapped her thighs around his head completely.

"Yes, that's it. That's fucking it ."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, strained from the ridiculous amount of noise she'd been making, but Shane loved it. Not an ounce of it sounded forced or inflated like in every porn he'd watched. Her cries were guttural and almost feral and they ticked up in pitch when he sucked on her clit just a bit harder and roughened the pace of his fingers inside her. All the while, he pumped his cock in time with his thrusts, purposely holding back until he felt the tell-tale clench and squeeze of her cunt around his digits.

"Yes, pretty baby — come for me. You taste so sweet; give me all you got."

The farmer stiffened, back completely arched from the bed, hand buried in his hair. Her cunt held his fingers in a death grip, but he continued to hook and slide them on her sweet spot, carrying her through the climax that had rendered her immobile. After what felt like an eternity, every muscle in her body grew lax, and she melted into the mattress with a sigh that sounded like her lungs had completely deflated. The atmosphere of his small room felt almost ethereal as the angel before him relaxed, and he came into his hand with a muffled groan.

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Shane stared at the ceiling, tracing the popcorn pattern in the gloom. It reminded him of the ridges and valleys on the moon in old black and white films, streaking across the screen rapidly to give the illusion of flight.

The farmer lay curled up beside him, tucked under his arm, head on his chest. She was still nude, claiming that she was too boneless to move after he'd hastily scrubbed his come from the carpet and tossed the towel in his hamper. He wasn't exactly about to argue, so he scooched her toward the wall and crawled in beside her, draping them both with the ratty quilt. The room felt stuffy in the wake of their activities, the scent of Kristen's sex clinging to the air like a trophy that Shane wished he could materialize and keep on a shelf. Instead, he was content with replaying the memory in his mind, cataloging it carefully among the handful of good ones he revisited when life felt unbearable.

Despite being wholly exhausted, Shane stared at his alarm clock with bloodshot eyes — 4:45 am. The hour of Marnie's inevitable return was drawing near, and he cringed at the prospect of her finding out that the farmer was nude in his bed. Not that she would know that much detail, but even catching a glimpse of Kristen would give his Aunt enough ammunition to last for weeks.

Worry about that later. Along with what comes after this , Shane's mind lulled as his eyelids finally grew heavy. There's no going back now, Shaney boy. You've gotta sink or swim.

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End Note: A couple of clarifications! Shane and Kristen are both 5'9", which I think is adorable. Also, yes — Kristen was a fucking bad ass girl boss in Zuzu city. She was the bread winner and was forced to pay her cheating ex alimony after their divorce. >:\

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The Magnificent Puzzle of Love

Like a complex puzzle, love presents itself in myriad forms, each piece unique yet interconnected. Let’s dive into the depths of this magnificent puzzle, tracing its patterns, unveiling its mysteries, and celebrating its magnificent beauty. As we attempt to piece together the puzzle of love, we inevitably confront questions of meaning and purpose. What does […]

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sashiavi · 2 months

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Jealous SDV (hybrid?) boys rutting into you after getting jealous after smelling someone else on you <3

Ahhh oh goshhhh okay- I need to whip smth up for this

(I got carried away - forgive me? I went for a ramble and it became smth- I wrote enough for warnings 😭)

PuppyBoy!Sam jumping on you when you finally return home! Hugging you, nuzzling into your neck and sniffing in your scent with a happy sigh when you card your hand through his hair.

PuppyBoy!Sam who stops short, nose pressing hard into your skin, inhaling an ever familiar scent; Sebastian, the Catboy.

PuppyBoy!Sam who whines and whimpers, his yellow-blonde ears drooping down. The smell distressing him despite being best friends with Sebastian for many years - He squirms and cries, glomping over you, tail frantically wagging as he makes an attempt to heavily scent you.

PuppyBoy!Sam pressing his body to your own, weight keeping you on the surface of the bed below, feverishly rocking his hips into your cunt. Heavy balls slapping into your pussy, warm hands all over your body.

PuppyBoy!Sam who can't help but bite and nibble at your skin, slobbering all over you. His tail wiggles and wags, ears pinned to his head, poor croaked voice whimpering and whining, moaning out silly insecurities and desperate attempts to soothe himself.

PuppyBoy!Sam just can't stop crying. "You love me, I know you do!" "M' a Good Boy! Right?" "Better than Seb- Love you more-!" Babbling nonsense while he humps at your gushy pussy and feverishly rubs at your clit.

CatBoy!Sebastian lazily crawling to you on the lounge when you return, slinking across, tail swishing calmy as he snuggles up, gently pawing at your chest.

CatBoy!Sebastian tucking his face into your neck as he carefully kneads at your skin, peppering kisses and nose boops behind your ear.

CatBoy!Sebastian letting out a little feral growl at the offensive scent of someone else lingering on your clothes and skin - Probably that stupid dumb Jock CowHybrid!Alex. His ears pin and his tail stands static.

CatBoy!Sebastian biting and licking his corse tongue over your pretty, sensitive nipples. Hands kneading at your thighs, lips latched over your pert buds. If he thought and imagined hard enough, he could taste your sweet milky cream on his tongue.

CatBoy!Sebastian who gets a little carried away with the thought of you swollen and leaking milk just for him and his Kittens. He can't help but rut and grind up on your clothed cunt.

CatBoy!Sebastian who wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing subtly, coaxing your tongue to lul out of your mouth.

CatBoy!Sebastian who spits on your tongue and kisses you after. Searing hot, canines clattering your own, biting into your soft lips as he pulls away, eyes quinted and lips downturned in a pouty frown.

CowHybrid!Alex knocking his forehead softly into your own, mindful of his budding horns, bringing you into a warm hug after your night out at the Saloon.

CowHybrid!Alex kissing your temple, shucking off your coat to hang up, noticing a wet patch and catching a whiff of something odd - Spilt beer no doubt, tangled in something spicy.. Jalepeno poppers?

CowHybrid!Alex wasting little time, instincts running rampant. Easily manhandling your pretty self to the nearest counter, head in the clouds, mind only focused on reclaiming what was his.

CowHybrid!Alex falling victim to his own Bull heritage - Rutting his cock up between the pretty swell of your ass, horns poking pressure into the back of your head. His jaw threatens to nip and bite into your neck, rough, large hands pressing you down.

CowHybrid!Alex who makes haste at his pants, revealing his veiny leaky cock, pushing the sticky, squishy tip up against your wet panties. Grinding and pushing the barrier of your underwear, messing up the fabric even more with his own leaky pre.

CowHybrid!Alex pulling your panties aside and fucking his thick bull cock into your pretty pussy, tumbling himself into a rut. He moans and shouts, hands on your hips to pull you back on his length.

CowHybrid!Alex who can't help but stare at his fat, drippy bull cock burying up in your tight, wet cunt.

CowHybrid!Alex who would go again and again, releasing his hot milky cum over and over, Marking up on your insides. Messy and gooey, dripping down his own front as he humps at you from behind.

BearHybrid!Shane walking home with you from the Saloon, after a big night of drinking and Pool with the other younger patrons of the town.

BearHybrid!Shane grumbling as you enter the front door, kicking off his shoes. Bending to put them on the rack, standing with a crack in his knee and a glare when you giggle at him.

BearHybrid!Shane who pretends to be mad, pulling you in for a big warm hug, wrapping his arms around your frame, squeezing you snug and tight.

BearHybrid!Shane who lets up a little, nose pressing into your hair and neck, catching a whiff of an abundance of hybrid smells - Some Canine, Feline, all sticking to your skin more than he'd like - Surely those youngin boys weren't stupid enough to make an attempt at anything? Right?

BearHybrid!Shane who thinks he just has to mark you up better, to let everyone know who you really belonged to.

BearHybrid!Shane rubbing his scratchy chin on your neck, pressing his larger body on to your own, putting a warm pressure on your skin.

BearHybrid!Shane licking at your skin, nibbling, biting, kissing up on your torso, leading down, down, down your tummy to your core.

BearHybrid!Shane squeezing at your hips and thighs with his large, warm hands, pawing at your body, caressing and teasing over all the most sensitive and ticklish spots. His large thumbs swiping over your cute, drooly pussy, his own mouth nearly watering at the sight.

BearHybrid!Shane suckling on your clit, lapping his tongue through your sticky folds, grumbling to himself between your legs cause you're just "Too fucken' sweet" "Like fucken' honey, Baby".

BearHybrid!Shane and his scratchy 12 o clock shadow scraping your inner thigh. Large, warm hands squeezing at your hips, pulling your pussy onto his tongue.

BearHybrid!Shane with his lips smushed up on your cunt, nose bumping up on your clit, pretty purple eyes peering up through his dark brow, furrowed and grumpy while he laps and suckles on you. Just spitting and drooling up on your thighs, marking you up with his teeth and slobber.

(I don't have a favourite what do you meannn)

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coffeeshopguest · 1 month

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please i need stardew valley bachelors in a kinky gangbang with gender neutral or female farmer!

I loved this suggestion but please have mercy, I didn't know which ones you wanted so I did all 6 which was VERY difficult for me to incorporate so I made it sort of cheap in the end to save having to write a whole night of sex with them all 😭 pls enjoy! I'm sorry if it's a little shitty, I've never written or read group sex stuff 😭

The Bachelor's and the Farmer's Night

Word Count: 1569

Pairing: F!Reader x Sebastian, Harvey, Sam, Alex, Shane & Elliott

Warning: 18+, group sex, rope kink, handcuffs, swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, anal mention, oral mention, cum swallowing, light bdsm (choking, spanking), all of it is pretty vague and quickly mentioned except the fingering & vaginal sex

It was Sam's idea. Not that he was gonna openly parade that around to anyone at first. It started as a pathetic fantasy that he would get off on at night, thin walls making him cover his own mouth as he imagined the farmer laying on a bed, tied down, taking it from him and Sebastian over and over. He was ashamed to even incorporate his friend in a fantasy, but the idea of a threesome with the farmer and Sebastian was just...so fucking hot. The idea of watching her get fucked, then fucking her - Sam was a simple man and he nearly came on the spot every single time he imagined it.

What's worse? He began incorporating the idea of Alex in the mix. He was friendly with Alex - and Sam had seen the farmer interacting with Alex a lot recently. Even throwing around a football with him the other day. Sam didn't immediately think anything of it, until he woke up sweating and hard, having dreamt the farmer and Alex going at it while Sam jacked off and waited for his turn patiently. Slowly, Sam began to think about...what if more people got involved? And oh, god. He finally let it slip to Sebastian.

"What do you think of that new farmer?" Sam asked as he took a shot for one of the striped balls on the pool table. His voice was even, but his heart was racing a pathetic amount.

Sebastian leaned on his stick, watching Sam's shot. "She's cute," Sebastian answered. The two made slow eye contact and Sam debated just leaving the whole conversation at that. But something about the way Sebastian stared him down made him crack.

"Yeah, yeah, she is...uh- you like her?"

Sebastian took a swig of his drink, nodded a little. "Sure," he said, "why?"

"How...how do you like her?" Sam gently rested his stick down on the wall, watching his friend. "Like," he began, "sexually...or...?"

Eyes widening a little, Sebastian tilted his head. "I- we don't usually talk about that kinda stuff," he dismissed, turning his attention to the pool table and ignoring Sam for a moment.

Sam nodded slightly, before he finally whispered, "I know but I want to...uh..." he glanced around the Saloon to see if anyone was looking towards them. No one was. "I kinda want to...have...some group sex with them."

Sebastian took a shot, perhaps out of shock, the cue ball launched across the table and sunk a striped ball. He stared down at the table. Quiet. "Just us three or?"

"Uhm...I was thinking maybe Alex..."

Sebastian raised his head up, hair falling over his left eye. "The farmer? Did you talk to her?"

Sam shook his head and Sebastian slowly turned to the table where he'd set his drink aside, grabbing it and gently taking a sip. "Ask her. Tell me when you do."

"You...you're in?"

Sebastian gave a short nod, and the two acted as though the conversation never even happened.

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When presented with the idea, albeit from a terrified Sam, you agreed immediately. With a condition. You wanted Sam to invite Elliott, Shane, and Harvey. His eyes widened.

"Six....you want six guys-" you nodded. Sam had to awkwardly adjust his pants, at the mere suggestion of that many guys fucking you he got hard. Just the idea of watching it was too much for him. "I- I'll see what they say."

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To Sam's shock, every single person agreed. He was expecting a sharp no from Shane, but he said yes without a second thought. Harvey stuttered out a "Oh...holy shit...uh- at the farm-?" and blushed madly. Elliott tried to maintain some sort of dignity but by the immediate bulge in his pants Sam guessed his answer before Elliott could recover words and agree. Alex tried to act disgusted at first. But then he mumbled a "can I bring handcuffs and rope?" (Sam asked "dude you live with your grandparents in a small town, why do you even have those?" and was met with a glare).

So it was arranged, a day and time was set. The six made their way down to the farm, chatting quietly amongst themselves. Sam was hard basically half the day before this, eagerly awaiting the nighttime - when his fantasy would become reality. The farmer answered the door, smiling softly at the six men. "Boys, come on in," she smiled. Sam nearly choked, they were wearing a flannel, opened up, only a bra underneath. Fuck. Fucking christ. She was good at this.

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Upon being brought to the bedroom, Sam gently guided you to lay down, Harvey quickly mumbled "she needs a safe word-" and the rest agreed. Turning their attention to you. Six flushed, eager faces. You felt like prey laying in the bed, flannel opened to expose your bra. A safe word definitely was needed. As much as you wanted to take all six repeatedly you weren't entirely sure how much you could take before you were too used.

"Red light," you murmured out. "Yellow light means give me a break, but I want to keep going."

And so it began. Sam quickly ripped off the flannel and tossed it aside, then tore the bra off and threw it aside, his hands wandered to your jeans, slowly unzipping them. Your panties exposed, he gently moved his hand down, rubbing softly against the wet spot. You bit your lip, about to moan. Quickly, Sam backed up, Sebastian took one side of the bed and Alex the other. Hands launched to your chest, as Sam gently finished pulling off your pants. A hand on each breast, gently running your ripples through their fingers, you began moaning out loud. Sam got off the bed.

"Who wants to go first?" he asked, Elliott stepped forward. He gently undid his pants, erection springing out. He gently lined up.

You bit your lip, before he backed away, "did...anyone bring lube?" Elliott's voice gently asked. It was Harvey who had, gently digging it out of his jacket pocket and handing it over. Elliott gently poured some into his hand, gliding it across your pussy causing you to moan out. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sam, eagerly jacking off as he watched. Sebastian was still by your side, but his hands had left your body. Elliott gently shoved a finger in. "I'll start slow, you're about to have a hell of a night," he said reassuringly.

You looked up into his eyes, nodding softly. He smiled, gently leaning down, placing a kiss on your forehead, before be pulled his finger out. "Did that hurt at all?" you shook your head, and he gently shoved two fingers in, letting your body adjust to the feeling, he slowly began pumping them in and out of you. All eyes were on you and you whimpered softly, meeting eyes with Shane who was still fully dressed.

"Sha- shane-" you mumbled, gasping as Elliott's fingers expertly worked you. "Can- you- strip?"

A hand gently laced around your neck, "use manners, baby, what do we say?" it was Sebastian's hand, tight grip but just light enough not to hurt. Elliott's fingers effortlessly kept time.

"Please?" you whimpered, the hand left your neck and Shane slowly began to undo his belt. As soon as he was stripped, Elliott's hands left you, for only a second you had a miserable feeling of emptiness before Shane swapped with Elliott.

He postioned himself, hands gently gripping your hips as he found where to line up. "Ready?" you nodded, and with one swift thrust he was in you. Lips found your neck, Shane was focused on fucking you. It was Harvey who had knelt beside you, hand gently gliding down your body to your tit's. Lips on your neck, sucking and leaving a hickey.

Shane grunted, speeding up more. "Fuck- tight...gonna-"

"Not in her," Sam whimpered, you had forgotten Sam was still here, in the corner of the events jacking off. "We can't all...not in her."

To describe the events would be tiring and long and endless. They took turns, spilling themselves over your naked body, in your ass, in your mouth. Alex was partial to rough sex, Sam into watching, Harvey wanted to pleasure you however you asked, Shane was focused solely on his own quick finish, Sebastian wanted to tie you down with Alex's ropes when he fucked you and choke you out, Elliott was gentle and soft and sweet and placed kisses on your forehead as you took their dicks over and over and over.

In the end, the sun rose when you guys finally ended the session. You had given several sessions of head. Taken fingers, fists, and dicks. Been tied down, choked, spanked, had your hair pulled. And each of them had asked for something the others hadn't. Sam begged to finish by jacking off onto your naked body. Sebastian wanted your lips wrapped around his cock when he finished. Alex, he was the one who dug out a condom so he could feel your pussy tighten around him as he came inside you.

When the session ended, you simply told all of them. "We're doing this again."

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stardewstardropthoughts · 1 year

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Your first time with the bachelors, MDNI pls

Content warning: sex, I try to keep it all gender neutral so everyone can enjoy! Shane’s and Harvey’s are a bit more female leaning on accident 😅

Alex

He’s got experience so even if you don’t he can help you out

Will take it slow for you for your first time together

Always has condoms on hand, we practice safe sex in this house

Pulls you onto his lap for a heavy make out session first, hands roaming over your body while he encourages you to do the same

Always asks before removing any article of clothing from you, consent is sexy

Once your both naked he’ll lay you back on the bed, he’ll do all the work he just wants you to enjoy the ride

Makes sure you cum on his hands and mouth first so your well prepped since he’s a bit big

Lubes himself up after rolling on the condom and starts inching himself inside you, he’ll watch your face the whole time to make sure your not in to much discomfort

Once he’s fully inside you he’ll give you time to adjust if you need it, likes to give you lots of little praises

“Fuck baby, that’s it, your taking me so well” “look at you all stuffed full of my cock like such a good girl/boy/pet”

Once you let him know he’s good to move he does try to take it slow at first, but after a few moments he’ll pick his pace up to a nice quick thrusting

Definitely plays with your nipples or clit while he fucks you, wants to make sure your feeling as good as he is

When he gets close to cumming his thrusts get sloppy and a bit out of rhythm

Leans close to your ear and whispers absolute filth

“Take it, fucking take it” “look at you all drunk on my cock, that’s okay baby I’ll take care of you”

Burrows himself to the hilt with a harsh grip on your hips when he cums

Sam

Like I said, not the most experienced but he makes up for it by being eager to learn

Chances are your gonna have to take the ropes at least for the first time

Definitely a whiny subby mess

Loves when you leave hickeys on his chest while his hands grab at anything they can reach

When you slide the condom on his cock and sit on it he’s almost in tears at how good it feels to be inside you, isn’t afraid to let you know

“F-fuck sweetheart, feels so fucking good” “don’t stop please don’t stop”

He will not last long, how could he? Your warm wet walls clamping around him feel like heaven

When he cums he tosses his head back and let’s out the breathiest whine as he grips the sheets until his knuckles are white

If you haven’t cum yet he will use his mouth to make sure you do, he isn’t a selfish lover by any means

Harvey

He’s got a decent amount of experience under his belt

And so much lube and condoms since he’s the town doctor

He likes to take his time working you up, a gentle body massage with some body safe lavender oil

Scented candles in a dim room

Likes to have you pretty much begging for him to touch you before he actually gets to working his fingers inside you

Once he’s pumping his fingers in and out at a slow steady rhythm, the other hands busy gently pinching your nipples

Wants you to cum on his hands first before he slides into you

Once he has his cock inside you he likes to keep the pace slow and steady, hands still roaming your body he snakes one hand between you both to rub encouraging circles on your clit

Whispers soft praise in your ear the whole time

“Your doing so good for me love” “fuck you look amazing under me” “taking me so well, cum for me again I know you can”

Will make you cum a second time before he even thinks about finishing himself

Moans softly in your ear when he cums

After sex cuddles with him are top notch please tell him he did a good job he has anxiety

Shane

Listen, he’s got frustrations and if you’ll let him he’s gonna rough you up in bed

He likes it rough and dirty and he isn’t afraid to be mean in bed (with your consent and discussion before hand of course)

Your safe word is pepper

He’ll work you up with his hands first and mouth first, leaving hickeys and bite marks on whatever exposed skin he can reach while he’s got three fingers pumping in and out of your tight hole at a rough speed

Once your prepped enough he’s manhandling you onto your hands and knees, face shoved in a pillow while he shoves his cock into you

One of his hands has a bruising grip on your hips while the other hand is tucked under you holding a vibrating wand on the highest setting against your clit

He’s pounding into you so hard the beds shaking, you would be worried about breaking it if you could think straight at the moment

Spews absolute filth, he does not shut up

“Fucking take it like a good little slut” “all your good for is taking cock isn’t it? Fucking repeat it” “ah ah don’t try and wiggle away, stay put”

Will absolutely overstimulate you to the point of tears, wants you to sob on his cock

If you want him to he will gently hold your throat but actually choking you beyond a gentle squeeze is something he won’t do

Will spank you

When he cums his grip on your hips tightens as he hissed out a moan

Big on aftercare, will massage any particularly sore spots, run you a hot bath, get you water and a snack, tell you what a good job you did for him and how proud he is of you

He wants you to know he loves you and that it’s just part of a scene when he says your just a little whore and not what he actually thinks of you

Sebastian

Fully flustered mess

Does not know what he’s doing but more then willing to learn

Your probably gonna have to take the lead here as well

Get him all worked up and ready to see him on the verge of tears and begging for you to sit on his cock already

He’s a switch but definitely subby the first time

When you finally seat yourself on his cock he lets out a very shaky moan, dude knows he isn’t going to last long at all but he can’t find it in him to care

He probably lasts like three minutes at most but he’s literally never been inside someone cut him some slack

You do infant cut him slack because it’s the hottest site you’ve ever seen to have this lanky emo man almost crying in overstimulation underneath you

He will use his hands and mouth to make you cum just give him a few moments to recover please

Elliot

A romantic man

Pulls out literally all the stops

Body safe scented rose oil, candles, dim lights, rose petals on the floor and bed

He’s got a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice on the bedside table

Soft music playing on the radio

He starts by undressing you slowly, leaving a trail of light kisses on each new exposed patch of skin

Leads you to the bed where he lays you down and starts gently massaging you, working his way to your dripping hole where he gently stretches you out with his fingers until your cumming on them

When he finally enters you it’s all slow and sweet, he’s holding your hands, fingers intertwined with yours

Forehead kisses while he whispers in your ear

“Your doing so well for me” “I love you so much” “god you feel amazing around me my love”

Not afraid to moan in your ear, breathy little groans as well

Relishes in all the little sounds you make for him

When he cums he definitely pulls you into a passionate kiss while shoving himself to the hilt inside you

Stays inside you for a little while after while his cock softens so he can feel close to you

Loves after sex snuggles

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babiebom · 2 months

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bachelors and their weird kinks/turn ons perhaps 👀

A/N: it took a LOT for me to find weird things that arent gross(literally shit or dead people sorry if you’re into these) and even then I don’t even think these are weird but there’s only so many sites that I can go on to find weird kinks or even kinks in general. Fun fact there’s a kink for watching people fall down the stairs!! Keep in mind I’m talking about these fetishes and kinks from my own memory from looking them up lmao.

Tw:nsfw like all of it, cursing etc let me know if I should tag anything else!!

Bc: at least 4 for each? One for what the kink is and one for the explanation?

Stardew Valley Masterlist

Sebastian

Dacryphilia the kink or fetish for watching or causing someone to cry(positive or negative). A kink for tears if you will

I don’t know if I’ve talked about this before (I might’ve?) but dude has a major crying kink. Like he needs to make you cry while having sex. In this instance it’s a good crying. Like from how good his dick feels inside you. How good it feels when he moves, when he touches you. It’s like overstimulation but the crying is the main thing he wants.

Somnophilia the kink or fetish for having sex with someone while they’re asleep.

AGAIN this is all consensual but he likes the way you look when you’re asleep. You’re fully content and relaxed, no troubles or worries. He just wants to make you feel even better to send you to a new level of paradise. And the way that you are free in your reactions instead of holding everything back. All of your sounds and the way you move…it just gets him off in a different way.

Sam

Katoptronophilia the kink or fetish for watching yourself or others have sex in a mirror

I think this kink more so has to do with his partner. I do think he would get off with watching you or him fucking you in a mirror. Like you both can see your own faces and it’s just hot how you can see how good he’s making you feel and the other way around. It’s like his recordings kink but in real time.

Claustrophilia the kink or fetish for tight spaces literally the opposite of claustrophobia

I think he would like the whole stuck in a small closet together thing or the whole (if you’ve seen kdramas bc this is the only time I’ve seen it) hiding from someone in a tight space and being forced to be close or touching.

Shane

Shibari the fetish or kink of Japanese bondage. It’s more artistic than regular bondage and can sometimes be nonsexual(meaning it can just be for the act of being tied/tying someone up)

I do think Shane might have a artistic side to him, he loves his blue chickens and even though he hasn’t particularly shown that he likes art I think he’d appreciate this form. Like yeah it has bdsm tones and he likes that, but he likes the time taken to tie you up, the time it takes to make the ropes look pretty on you. It gets the both of you riled up so the sex might be more passionate.

Electrostimulation the fetish or kink to being stimulated or stimulating someone with electricity

Oh dude is definitely a sadomasochist. He wants to shock you, he wants to be shocked (partially because he wants to feel something other than mental and emotional pain). It’s never so much that it hurts too much but it’s a little stinging sensation that he can’t get enough of.

Harvey

Quirofilia the kink or fetish for hands, but well taken care of/pretty hands

Oh I think Harvey HAS to take of his hands. As a doctor I think he would be happy if someone complemented how soft his hands were or how clean they looked. And on the other hand(heheheh) he would appreciate how nice your hands look, how soft they feel, how good they feel when touching him.

Breeding/Pregnancy the kink or fetish for pregnant people or getting someone pregnant. It has nothing to do with the child itself but the person carrying the child.

NGL I think once you two come to an agreement about pregnancy(in this case you agree to start trying for kids) Harvey is absolutely going to go batshit insane with this new development. Before he would’ve never said that this is something he’s into but once you two agree he’s so pumped up and actually starts talking dirty if he didn’t before. It’s crazy how different he is during this time.

Alex

Anasteemaphilia the kink or fetish for extreme size differences so either a giant or a dwarf(I hope this word isn’t offensive it’s what the website used)

Dude would NEVER reveal this but actually would love a giant girlfriend. I think because of the lowkey misogynistic views he has he would like a bigger woman and a smaller man. He would LOVE lady dimitrescu from resident evil. Like bffr.

Food Play the kink or fetish of involving food during intercourse so either eating it off each other or involving it in some way

Oh absolutely would love to eat food off of you and would want you to lick stuff off of him. Like whipped cream and chocolate syrup are MUSTS if you’re having a particularly long night. He thinks it’s so erotic to eat and consume stuff off of each other that don’t really have anything to do with sex.

Elliott

Psellismophilia the kink or fetish for stuttering

One of the weird ones I found. I think he would think it’s cute and if you do have a stutter or happen to stutter when you’re nervous he’s going to have such a confidence booster because of it. Like YES keep stumbling over your words and stuttering it actually is cute to him and he feels like he’s in a book or a movie or something.

Podophilia the kink or fetish for feet

I think this one is obvious? I think he’d prefer beautiful people and that includes feet. In a lot of erotic movies and books and even in romance books feet have some sort of importance to them. Whether it’s used to dominate someone or to pleasure someone he likes beautiful feet. He wants you to step on him(not in a rough way) and tbh I could see him wanting to recreate the scene in that one tarentino(is this his name) movie where he casts himself in the role that drinks I think alcohol from that woman’s food after it runs down her leg.

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v1x3n · 5 months

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holy yoba

shane x reader masterlist

Shane who never hated you when you first moved in - he just didn't care about you. He never let anyone close unless they deserved it, and you were just a farmer. A cute, smart, strong farmer who ran a whole farm single-handedly - nothing like his type at all!

Shane who ignores your gifts and how close you want to be to him. Passing it off as pity or something, I mean who would want a depressed, alcoholic man?

Shane who starts to realize maybe you do wanna speak to him and then starts to slowly show his feelings for you as well. Talking to you more and going out drinking with you.

Shane who slowly starts to open up to you and actually enjoys life when he's around you. He starts to think maybe you aren't that bad.

Shane who kissed you at a game, when you two were just friends - he slowly backs up and realizes the massive mistake he had just made. His blushing cheeks show how fucking embarrassed he is about what he had just done. His cheeks grew more red when you pulled him back and kissed him once more.

Shane who cannot wait any longer and pulls you into a bathroom near the game to make out. Not knowing you had more ideas than just making out.

Shane who jumps back when your hands travel from his chest down to his pants, fiddling with the button and trying to get it back.

Shane who nodded slowly after a while of thought when you had asked if it was okay, as soon as he had agreed you were down. On the floor and undoing his pants.

Shane who grunts slowly and backs up to the sink, leaning on it with his hands steadily gribbing on it as you let out his big length.

Shane who lets you put your mouth around him slowly as his precum spreads slong your lips and tounge. Feeling up and down his shaft and tasting him slowly and gently.

Shane who gribs onto your hair and strokes you as you take his size down your throat, one center metre at a time.

Shane who whines as you take his full length, you gag a little which just makes his tip redden more. He shoves your head towards him, causing your eyes to water a little, the tears scrolling down your cheeks.

"Holy Yoba, you're so gorgeous.” He would whine out when your eyelashes flicked up to look at him.

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gogogodzilla · 7 months

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day 30, corruption

shane (stardew valley) x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive!shane, no aftercare, no preparation, public sex, one instance of dirty talk, dubcon kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

The first time he saw you was when you entered the Stardrop Saloon. You were prettier than anything he��d ever seen before and so full of life. He watched as you bounced between the tables, greeting the various patrons as you made your way to the bar.

Shane huddled over his beer, watching you out of the corner of his eye. You interacted with everyone like you’d lived here for years. It wasn’t fair.

You sidled up next to him as you waited for your drink. You introduced yourself and began chattering away. You leaned on the bar, putting your chest on display for the entirety of Pelican Town.

“I don’t know you. Why are you talking to me?”

The words slipped out of his lips before he could catch them. He hadn’t meant for it to come out like that, but a small part of him enjoyed seeing the way you tucked your bottom lip in between your teeth, and you straightened at his comment.

As the days passed, he began to feel a deep desire to be closer to you. You were good and you were pure. Everything he wasn’t. A sick part of him wanted to ruin you, to see you come apart at his hands.

You always made an effort to stop and chat with him while he walked to the Joja Mart in the morning. You were always there, waiting for him as he exited Marnie’s house. He wondered if you had memorized his routine or if it was a coincidence every time.

Slowly, he acted less like an asshole and you warmed up to him. His head began to perk up at the sound of the doors to Joja Mart opening, just hoping to catch sight of you. This increased as spring turned into summer and you’d show up in clothes that left little to the imagination. He dreamt of you every night, skimpy clothes discarded as you fell apart on his cock. Infatuation quickly turned into an obsession.

It was Friday night at the saloon, which meant everyone in the valley was there. Shane kept to his corner, awaiting your arrival. He watched the clock as the seconds ticked by and you failed to make an appearance.

Eventually, you arrived with Sebastian at your side, a laugh gracing your lips. Shane felt the burn of jealousy consume him, and he scowled into his drink. He was patient enough to wait until you made your way over to him, swaying a little from the drinks you’d downed earlier. He grabbed your hand and practically dragged you out of the saloon. He was going to make sure he was the only thing you needed. Not Sebastian, not Sam, just him.

He shoved you against the wall of the saloon, too desperate to take you home and fuck you properly. His lips crashed against yours, and he held you with a rough grip on your jaw. You moaned against his lips as you pawed at his shoulders. He reached a hand down to slide under that pretty little dress of yours that drove him crazy. His dreams didn’t do the feeling of your skin under his fingertips any justice.

He slid a finger over your clothed core, eliciting a small whine from you. He wondered if you’d ever been touched like this; his cock twitched at the thought of being your first. A pretty thing like you must’ve had all sorts of people fawning over you.

He pulled away to catch his breath, shoved his face in the crook of your neck, and pressed open-mouthed kisses there. Your skin tasted almost as heavenly as it felt, and he groaned. He pushed your panties to the side and drug a finger through your folds, relishing how wet you already were.

His movements were hurried as he removed his hand from your jaw to reach down and free his cock from his jeans. He was already painfully hard, desperate to see you absolutely ruined as you came around his cock. He slid his cock through your folds, gathering your slick.

He lifted your thigh, giving him more access to that pretty pussy of yours. Slowly, he inched his way inside of you, and you clawed at his back as he did. You hissed at the intrusion, and he wished he would’ve had more time to prep you properly. He pressed a soothing kiss against your temple as he bottomed out. Your walls fluttered around him as you adjusted to him, and he almost came there and then.

He pulled out of you before ramming himself back in, earning a high-pitched mewl from you. He clamped a hand over your mouth as he rutted into you. His free hand drifted up to knead your breasts, your nipples hardening under his touch and showing through the thin fabric of your dress.

He reached a hand down to draw quick circles around your clit as he felt the familiar heat building in his abdomen. He wasn’t going to last long with you squeezing him just right and making those desperate noises that had his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

He hoped Sebastian could hear them from inside the saloon. He wanted to make sure everyone in this goddamn town knew you were his. The thought had him thrusting harder into you, each drag of his cock releasing a breathy moan against his hand.

You gripped his bicep as you clenched around him, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“C’mon, baby. Make a mess around my cock,” he begged, words slurring together as he neared his climax.

You rutted against him and clenched his cock as you came. You whined against his hand and he loved the way your face scrunched up as he jutted into you, riding out your high.

With one final drag of his hips, he was coming in you, marking you as his own. He relished the way his seed painted your walls. Slowly, the twitching of his cock stilled and he pulled out of you. He groaned as he watched his cum drip out of you and down your thighs.

His movements were hurried as he tucked himself back into his shorts, and made his way back into the saloon. He hoped you’d come crawling back to him. He hoped you’d stay. You had to.

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helium-queen · 1 year

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More Shane smut 🥳

Stress Relief

Pairings: SDV Shane x F! Reader

Warnings: Explicit Content'

"Can't sleep?" Shane asks as you come up beside him on the wooden pier that extended over the small pond. You shake your head and take a seat next to him, the both of your legs dangling off the edge.

"Nope, one of my cows is pregnant and due any day now so I've been having trouble sleeping" You explain with a small sigh as he hands you a can of beer "Thanks" You giggle as you crack it open and take the first sip.

"That's pretty exciting. Marnie gets like that too. The beer will help calm your nerves" Shane winks playfully at you before taking a swig of his own beer.

A few hours pass and the two of you finish off the six pack of beer Shane brought with him. You stand up and lose your balance, giggling when you feel Shane grab you by the hips and cause you to fall into his lap. You look up at him, his face flushed, eyes hooded and mouth turned up into a small smirk

"You gotta be careful, pretty girl. Can't have you falling into the pond" Shane reprimands you, the words pretty girl going straight to your core and making it ache.

You nod and bite your lip, Shane notices, brings one of his calloused hands up to caress your cheek and before you know it, his lips are on yours. It's messy, needy and exactly what you craved.

"Fuck.." Shane huffs as he pulls away to catch his breath but the two of you don't stay separated for long before you're practically devouring each other. Shane starts sliding his hand up your skirt and along your legs until he reaches the hem of your panties and starts to tug at it, a small, needy whine escapes from your lips as you instinctively spread your legs and you can feel him smirking as he slides your panties to the side, running his middle finger along your slit before circling around your clit.

"Shane.." You moan, it's sinful and so filled with lust as your brain feels floaty, no doubt from the alcohol.

"What is it, pretty girl?" Shane asks, his voice husky. He doesn't allow you to answer before he's sliding his finger inside your soaked cunt, pumping it in and out a few times before adding a second, making you arch your back in his lap.

"O-oh, Shane.." You sigh as you start to rock your hips against his hand. The way his fingers work your pussy has your toes curling in your sneakers "S-so.. close" You whine, unable to form coherent sentences as your completely consumed by pleasure.

"Yeah? Already? That's a good fucking girl. Cum all over my hand" Shane demands and that's all it takes to have you falling off the edge. Your eyes roll back and you let out a soft, satisfied sigh as your body trembles from your orgasm.

Shane helps you ride out your high before pulling his fingers from inside you and sucking off your juices "How's that for stress relief?" He says proudly with a smirk and all you can do is blush.

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glowingbadger · 10 months

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Guarantee y'all didn't expect Shane to be my next target lmao but I've started a new sdv game and he's just such a sweet man and I want nice things for him. As the kids say- poor little meow meow

CW for a brief alcoholism mention

And damn Reader-Chan is a lot more forward in this than I usually write them lol but that's kinda necessary with a guy like Shane tbh.

Shane (SDV) x GN/AFAB Reader

A roll in the hay

NSFW 18+

Shane nudges open the door of your chicken coop with a bucket of fresh water in one hand and a hay bale balanced on his shoulder with the other. You look up from where you’d been securing a new hinge on the smaller rolling door, and smile at the sight of him. Truth be told, you’ve been looking at him a lot lately. The healthy flush and subtle sheen of sweat on his skin pair nicely with the worn-in jeans and t-shirt he’s wearing to help you work. His posture is straighter these days, and it draws your eyes up to strong shoulders that you hadn’t noticed were so broad until recently. You’ve noticed other things, too- that he shaves more often, though by late afternoon he’s regained that five-o-clock shadow you’d always thought was strangely handsome on him. That he positively glows and smiles in a way that brings creases to the corners of his eyes when he talks about Jas, or all the progress he and Marnie have made with the animals. That he spends less time at the Saloon and more visiting you.

“Over here good?” he asks, shaking you from your thoughts.

“Hm? Oh- yeah, that corner’s perfect, thanks,” you straighten up and brush off the front of your shirt and shorts, with a brief ‘whew!’ Then, you take a look around the newly-immaculate coop with your hands planted proudly on your hips.

“Man, this place is looking as nice as the day Robin built it. I really appreciate your help today, Shane.” you smile, catching the way he fidgets with the pocket knife in his hand as he bends to cut the bale of hay loose.

“Nah, it’s no big deal.”

“Well it is to me. Afterall, I’ve got assistance from the Valley’s foremost chicken husbandry expert.” you’re sure to add a note of grandeur to the title.

“‘Foremost expert?’ C’mon,” he says with a short laugh. In a practiced motion, he cleanly cuts the ropes around the hay and pulls them free, adding, “You give me way too much credit.”

“And you give yourself no credit,” you reply, crossing your arms in a faux-pout as he rises and turns to you, “So I have to give you enough for the both of us.”

He sighs, but he can’t seem to help the way the corner of his mouth curls into a grin. With his dark brown eyes cast low, he tries to act like he’s focusing really hard on closing up his knife and storing it back in his pocket.

“Well, y’know,” he mumbles, “I’m… happy to help with anything you need, just ask. I’d like to be more reliable- at least for Aunt Marnie and Jas, and, uh… for you.”

Your smile softens, and you step closer to him, but before you can speak, he adds,

“Sorry, that must’ve sounded weird. I- I’m gonna get this hay taken care of.”

You almost laugh- he’s just too sweet, but you can’t risk making him feel more self-conscious. So, stealing just a moment longer to watch him grab the nearby rake and start work in the corner, you decide to give him a bit of space and head into the house for some water.

Shane has just finished arranging the fresh hay in a pile in the corner of the coop by the time you come back with water bottles and towels for you both. You toss one of each to him with a nod, which he lurches back a step to catch.

“Thanks,” he says with a heavy exhale. He sounds exhausted from the day’s work, but pleasantly so, and you smile as you watch him wipe his face and hands clean with the towel. Truly, it had been a huge help to have him around to help with a few things you’d been putting off, though you suppose he’s used to this kind of work. The chickens are content to mill around in the fields outside until you finished, and two people had made for surprisingly light work all things told, so you feel you both have earned the chance to catch your breath and relax.

Shane stretches out his arms, one and then the other, and you note for the third or fourth time that day that he actually has some impressive strength hidden on that physique of his. You’d only recently started to take note, but it makes sense; carrying around product crates at Joja every day for so long- and now at Pierre's -not to mention the work he does to help Marnie with her own chickens, it follows that he’d have built up some muscle under his soft exterior. Looking at him once again causes a familiar flutter in your stomach, and you smile to yourself.

He takes a swig of water, then glances over at you.

“Something on my face?”

You shrug.

“No, sorry,” you make your way towards the hay piled up in the corner and plop down onto the floor, then lie back against it, reclining comfortably with your hands behind your head and legs crossed out in front of you. Shane follows your lead, careful to keep a respectful distance as he settles on straw beside you.

“I was actually wondering,” you turn on your side towards him, closing half of that distance, “What suddenly inspired you to come help me out today? Like I said, I appreciate it, you’ve been a huge help- but I figured you’d want to relax on a day off.”

His eyes scan your face for a moment, then he looks blankly back up at the ceiling.

“Well you know, you’ve done a lot for me. Been there for me, listened to me ramble about stupid stuff, and, uh… just figured I’d try to do something for you.”

You smile warmly at him, but he goes on,

“And, well…” he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair, “Truth is, It’s also… been one of those days, actually. When I start feeling like… hey, a drink or two, what’s the harm? And I guess- if it were actually one or two, that would be fine, but I know myself.” His expression darkens, and he sighs again, heavier this time.

“So you needed something to take your mind off of it,” you say.

“Basically, yeah,” he turns back to you wearing a wry smile, “Sorry to make you babysit me. I guess that’s pretty lame, huh.”

“Not at all,” you shift closer to him, “I’m really happy that you trust me enough to come to me with this. Besides, isn’t this a huge step forward? Reaching out and doing something productive instead of falling back on bad habits?”

“I… I guess so.” he almost looks unsure of whether he can allow himself to smile at this or not, and his eyes shy from yours.

“Shane,” you’re lying closer to him now, your bodies in that strange space where you can feel one another without touching, “I want you to know that I’m really, really proud of you.”

His eyes flicker down for a moment, you think towards your mouth, and his face is visibly pink.

“Man. How do you always know exactly what to say? It’s… totally unfair.”

When you bring a hand gently to his cheek and lean closer, he seems to freeze at first, until he leans towards you at the last moment before your lips meet. Shane’s are soft, his kiss slow and incredibly tender- though tentative still. His hand rests over yours, but gently, as though he’s not yet sure whether he should touch you. When your tongue grazes his lower lip, he gives a breathy moan that you only barely hear, and briefly, you part from the kiss. You rest your forehead against his, and he whispers your name with audible disbelief. He’s trembling just a little. His hand reverently brushes your hair from your face.

Without a word, you kiss him again, harder this time. He can’t hold back a low groan, and the sound squeezes around your heart and warms your body. You only break from him for a moment to sling your leg over his hips, straddling his lap and pressing yourself to him. At last, he wraps those strong arms around you, holding you close as your tongues tease one another and your nails dig down his chest from atop his clothes. Your pulse is pounding, and you can feel from his chest that Shane’s is too. Yet when your hands run down his torso to ease his shirt upward, he halts, breathless.

“Y/N, wait- you… you don’t have to do this.”

You feel his touch abandon you. When you look curiously down at him, he’s doing his best to appear stoic.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” his eyes dart away from you, “I appreciate what you’re trying to do and everything, but… it wouldn’t feel right to go this far. Just to, y’know, cheer me up or whatever.”

Your heart aches as his words sink in.

“Shane,” your tone is gently admonishing, “Is it really that hard for you to believe that I like you?”

He takes a breath, his face burning red.

“Well, uh… ki- kinda…”

Wordlessly, you take his hands in yours and guide them to your waist. He looks up at you, surprised, confused, and eager despite himself. Then, you guide his touch along your sides- slowly, so he can feel each inch of your body as it passes under his palms. When his hands reach your breasts, you encourage him, pressing his touch more firmly to you, squeezing soft flesh until you feel his cock, hot and hard between your thighs, throb conspicuously in response.

“Shit, sorry, I-”

“Don’t apologize.”

You grind your hips down onto him, rutting your warmth against his erection and wishing dearly that there wasn’t so much damned fabric between you and him. He looks gorgeous like this- flush-faced, muscles tensed, watching you with rapt attention as you encourage him to touch you as he likes. At last, it seems he no longer needs direct guidance; his hands cup and massage your breasts, firm but never rough or forceful. Now and then, he lets his hips shift against yours, creating that wonderful friction between you. You lean down and kiss him again, deeply and firmly, willing your feelings to reach him. You know that words and platitudes would do nothing for a man like Shane. You’re determined to show him how earnestly you want him.

Once again, your fingertips play at the bottom hem of his t-shirt, slowly pulling it upward. When your lips part from his, he’s softly panting, his breath hot and eyes hazy. You linger near enough that your lips brush his when you speak,

“Please, Shane?”

He nods, and you give him enough space to tug the shirt over his head. Clumsily, he shoves the shirt beneath him to avoid scratching his back against the hay. You think for a moment that maybe you should take this to your bedroom- but damn, he just looks too good laid out on the straw beneath you, hair mussed out of place, flushed skin still dewed with the slightest hint of sweat.

You can’t help yourself- you press your body to his and kiss down the column of his neck, stopping to bite here and there, reveling in every mark you gift him along the way. He groans out your name, hands running along your hips, gripping the swell of your thighs, even bold enough at last to grab onto your ass and pull you against him. Only after you’ve kissed and bitten and caressed to your heart’s content, dragged your nails down his chest and felt him arch against you, do you finally pause.

“Wait just one second,” you whisper in the heated air between you. Then, you get to your feet to undress. He watches you in a state of restless arousal and lingering disbelief as you strip for him. You’re tempted to prolong the process and really savor his adoring eyes on you- but you find you’re too eager for what’s to come. So you remove shorts and flannel and undergarments, leaving yourself in only your work boots and returning to his lap as quickly as you can.

“Wow…” Shane’s hands run the contours of your body as he takes you in, and you smile down at him.

“Do you believe that I want you yet?” Your tone is playful, but the question is at least partly sincere.

“I dunno,” he can’t tear his eyes from your body, “Seeing you like this honestly makes it even harder to believe. You’re just- you’re so… wow. It feels like a dream. Or like I’ve lost it and this is all in my head.”

As he speaks, your hands run down his front to undo the button of his pants. Then, you hold his gaze as you slowly drag down the zipper. Your touch firm but gentle, you free his rock-solid cock from his boxers and let out a happy little moan at the sight of it. On the larger side of average length, extremely thick and pleasantly veined, it’s an incredibly tempting sight. You stroke it once with your hand, then again and again, less tentatively each time. You enjoy the heft and shape of it, and the way Shane catches his breath at your touch. He’s sensitive- each brush and caress of your hand, each teasing motion of your fingers, has him blushing and biting back his voice. You consider prolonging this too, but the raw lust you can see blazing in his eyes despite himself, the way he stammers out your name when you grip him more firmly and precum slickens the head of his member- it’s far too erotic to resist.

You position yourself carefully over him, the head of his cock nestled between your lower lips- but you don’t let him enter you just yet. Instead, you sway your hips against him, rubbing his entire length against your needy cunt. He moans aloud, his fingers gripping tight at your thighs, his member twitching.

“Does this feel like a dream?” you say with a grin.

“No, it- it feels good,” he manages, “So damn good…”

You continue grinding against him, bulging veins and the ridge of his crown all stroking you sinfully with each pass. Before long, you’re able to angle yourself so your clit rubs against his cockhead as your hips sway, and you let out a pleasured whine that sends a shiver through him. By now, he’s coated in your arousal, his length glistening with your release.

“Can you feel how wet I am for you?”

“Nngh, yeah,” he groans, “Fuck, so hot…”

For a moment, you feel his hands at your hips trying to guide you onto him, his body bucking slightly towards you, seeking you out. You smile and place a brief kiss to his lips, then say,

“You can stop holding back now, Shane.”

His arm wraps around your midsection, warm and sturdy, and he turns you onto your back. A few awkward moments pass in a frenzy as he shifts his discarded shirt under you to ensure your comfort, and you fumble a hand to the side to grab the condom from your shorts’ pocket. He seems surprised that you’d had it on hand, but opens it and rolls it down onto his length regardless. His brow is handsomely furrowed as he guides the tip to your entrance. You watch him in a blissful haze, arms wrapped loosely around his broad shoulders, and you gasp as he begins to push into you.

“Ohh..!”

Each inch of his thick cock stretches you wonderfully as he thrusts forward, and your head tilts back, your toes curl. Once inside of you, he hooks an arm under one of your knees, holding your legs spread open as he fills you.

“Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined…”

Your face warms at the thought that he’d fantasized about this- perhaps even pleasured himself to the thought of you. You’ll have to pursue that train of thought later- right now, you can’t think of anything but how damn good it feels to finally have him. To feel his body start to move in tandem with yours, massaging the bulging contours of his cock into you. To see him looking at you like you’re some unearthly beauty.

You pull Shane down to you and kiss him, your tongue sliding into his mouth and coaxing him further. With a groan, he drives his hips forward, stuffing you full of him until you’ve taken him to the base of his throbbing member. Gasping and whimpering blissfully into his mouth, your nails rake along his strong shoulders and into his hair. Somewhere in the back of your pleasure-dazed mind, it occurs to you that if anyone happened to stop by the farm today, they’d easily hear your cries through the flimsy walls of the chicken coop. You quickly decide that you don’t care; in this moment, nothing is more important than showing Shane how you feel about him. He needs to know that he’s cared for, wanted, desired.

He pulls away from your kiss, and on instinct, you tug him back down to you with your arms around his neck. At first, he relents, relaxing back into your embrace and kissing you over and over while he bucks into you at a steady pace. Eventually, however, he decisively straightens his back to kneel over you, his thrusts slowing but never ceasing- you’re not sure he could bring himself to stop rubbing himself against your clenching inner walls. Just when you’re about to question him, he brings a hand between your legs, his thumb fumbling a bit clumsily at first until he strokes across your stiffened clit.

“Ohh… fuck, right there..!”

“Like this?”

“Yeah- ohh, yes, just like that!”

Shane takes your direction well- a bit unsure at first, the moment he finds the right pressure, the right pace, the right angle, he memorizes your preference. Your legs wrap around his midsection, pulling him close until he’s sheathed deeply in you while his fingers tease your clit. His free hand grips at your thigh as he watches you squirming and arching beneath him. He’s entranced.

“S’that good?”

You nod, biting at your lower lip.

“So good, Shane… c-close- I’m gonna..! Mmmh!”

“Fuck-” he exhales, his hips bucking more forcefully into you, “Let me feel it. Please, Y/N, I- I wanna feel you cum..!”

Your thighs are trembling, your cunt squeezing tight around him. Eyes hazy, you manage to meet his adoring gaze as you inch closer and closer to the edge. Your hands scramble to grab onto anything, and only find the hay and his shirt beneath you. He’s massaging your tender clit just right, his cock stretching you perfectly. Shane is determined to satisfy you- his focus is relentless, reverent affection openly shining in his eyes. Soon, gasping his name, your eyes roll back as you’re swallowed in a wave of mind-numbing pleasure. And it seems bringing you to this blissful release breaks through to something in him.

Before you’ve even fully recovered from the aftershocks of your orgasm, he lowers himself to you and wraps an arm around your waist. His cock draws out from you nearly to the tip, then slams back in, forcing a desperate cry from your lips. The next thrust is every bit as forceful, and you’re certain he’d be pushing you away from him if he weren’t holding you so close. Shane maintains this pace, fucking into you with long, powerful strokes of his cock that never become fast enough to numb you to the sensation. Your limbs feel weak, your head fuzzy and thoughts scrambled.

Shane’s lips find the crook of your neck, spoiling you with deep, erotic kisses. When he marks you, it’s not the precious, playful little love-bites you left him; his marks are dark bruises, his teeth pressing to you until just before the pain becomes too much and leaving you branded with his lust. Your nails scrape across his back, and in the moment, neither of you even notice. Swollen red lines left as souvenirs will be a lasting reminder of your shared passions.

“So tight… nngh, fuck-” he grunts your name against your skin, “Dunno… how much more of this I can take…”

“It’s okay, Shane,” you say softly between gasping moans, “I- I want it..! Please-!”

His kiss presses you down against the bed of hay. His hands run up your sides, pulling you back against his thrusts, ensuring that the head of his cock hits deep with each push. Then, panting for breath with his forehead resting on yours, you feel his climax in every part of his body on yours. You feel the way his cock swells and lurches with each spurt of cum. The way his hands hold almost painfully tight at your waist. The way his muscles tense, his frame shivers, his voice stalls between grunting moans. He’s gorgeous- and you can’t help breathing out his name as your own body feels both boneless and weightless beneath him. Then at last, you exhale in unison, bodies still tangled together as muscles go slack.

You imagine you look an utter mess. Stray bits of straw poke through your hair, to say nothing of the sweat shared between your body and Shane’s. You’re marked up, red in the face and short of breath- and you can’t recall the last time you felt so wonderfully satisfied. Gazing up at Shane as he regains his bearings- to some measure of success, anyway -he looks about the same as you figure you do. It’s a cute look on him.

“Always knew you had that in you somewhere,” you say with a coy, if hazy grin.

“Did you?” his voice scratches awkwardly in his throat, but he returns your smile, “You’ll have to catch me up, cause apparently you knew where today was going a whole lot better than I did.”

Perhaps just now remembering that his cock is still inside of you, he carefully pulls out, stifling a groan at that last precious moment of friction. He removes the filled condom while giving a short, incredulous laugh.

“I mean, you even had this thing on hand.”

“Grabbed it when I went inside for water,” you say with a casual shrug, “Watching you working up a sweat out here got me thinking.”

Shane repeats that same laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand.

“You’re a weird one, you know that?”

“And you don’t even know how hot you are,” you reply, unshaken.

“There you go again,” he huffs out as he collapses onto the hay beside you, “Saying stuff that makes me crazy.”

Without a word needed between you, Shane loops an arm around your waist and pulls you on top of him, and you gladly follow. Evidently, he no longer cares about the scratching of the straw at his back. You figure it couldn’t compare with the scratches you’d left to linger there, anyway.

“I’ll keep saying it until you believe it,” you lean in, still smiling as you kiss him once more. At long last, he kisses you back in a way that feels certain and unafraid. When you draw away, his hand has come to cradle the side of your face, and he looks at you. Just looks at you. You can only imagine what he must be thinking, but when he finally breaks the silence, he says,

“Shit, what time is it?” he glances at the door but can’t seem to get his answer from the light peaking through the cracks, “I promised I’d be home for dinner… Not that- I’m not trying to- I- I wish I could stay, honest,” he stammers, and you laugh.

“Shane, it’s fine, I know it’s important. Why don’t I walk you back? I can vouch for you.”

Those dark eyes search your face for a silent moment.

“You could… stay and help me whip up some dinner for everyone. If you wanted. No pressure,” he quickly adds, “I’m not trying to make this more than it is, unless you want to, but this is fine and I won’t push you or anything, it’s just… Jas always likes it when you come over.” He lets the sentence end lamely, his voice flat.

You can’t help laughing, and you press a brief but tender kiss to his lips.

“That sounds great, Shane. But we should probably be wearing more clothes and have less hay in our hair, first.”

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elizaviento · 1 year

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Green on the Vine — Strawberry Wine (Part 9 of ?)

(Stardew Valley — Shane/Female Farmer/OC)

This chapter is rated NSFW — 6676 words. Blow job, face fucking, vaginal sex, and a disgusting dose of feely feels.

Note: Whew, another long boy chapter. This one beats the last by over 1500 words and that's after I cut out a lot of the fat while editing. Anyway, here be more smut that's sappier than molasses. I really hope it's worth it!

*****

Kristen awoke with a start, acutely aware that she wasn't in her uncomfortable bed nor the farmhouse, and the weight settled across her chest wasn't her cat, Moody. Disorientation rendered her useless for approximately half a second before the events of the following night flashed behind her lids, a menagerie of mental photographs featuring Shane's head buried between her thighs. Slick black hair and piercing green eyes staring up at her as if she were the center of the universe. Then, the sensations — his soft, warm tongue lavishing as if he were a starving man and her pussy was his only sustenance.

He'd been outstanding. Not that Kristen thought he wouldn't have been, but the way he worked her over with his tongue and fingers had her wailing in ways she hadn't for literal years. Nothing her imagination had conjured up thus far had come close, even in her wildest fantasies of hate screwing the man who told her to fuck off on a regular basis in the early days.

Shifting slightly, she opened her eyes and rolled her head to the side. Splinters of sunlight pierced the cracks in the curtains, splashing slices of gold across the hardwood. Shane was beside her, lying face down with one arm slung across her chest. His nose and mouth seemed mashed directly into the pillow, and she wondered how he could breathe.

You're still naked. And he's not…

Kristen hazily recalled Shane stripping down to his boxer briefs and a plain white t-shirt before he rolled her like a ball of dough toward the wall. Exhaustion had settled over her so heavily that she couldn't keep her eyes open, even as he crawled in beside her, and she nestled herself under his arm like a baby bird seeking shelter under its mother's wing in a storm.

Things had felt so comfortable then. She'd held no reservations about their conversations or the fun they'd had afterward when she'd drifted off into a dreamless, almost coma-like sleep. But now, the clarity that comes with a morning sunrise was plucking at her brain, digging its talons into the soft meat, making her wonder if she'd finally pressured the man beside her into relenting after two long years of wearing him down like metal to a grindstone.

Was he really as enthusiastic as you remember, or are you trying to compensate for dumping all your emotional baggage on him while he was under the influence?

Kristen scrubbed at her eyes with her good hand, the throbbing in her injured hand becoming harder and harder to ignore. In the throes of passion, a heady dose of endorphins had erased any remnants of pain. But that had worn off long ago, and she hated herself for not carrying the painkillers with her.

With a muted sigh, the farmer wiggled from under her companion's arm and slipped from the foot of the bed. Her clothes littered the small room — jeans in a pile on the floor next to the closet, tank top spilling from the nightstand, bra draped over the old game console on the floor in front of the box television. She picked up each article one by one until she was forced to drop on her hands and knees and check under the bed for her missing panties.

"Hey," a throaty voice greeted her from above. Her head jerked up and smashed against the metal frame with an audible crack. "Shit, are you okay?"

The shift in his tone from sleep-addled to horrified was so quick that Kristen giggled nervously in response, slipping from under the bed with the bundle of clothes clutched to her bare chest. Shane's face hovered over the lip of the mattress, eyes wide.

"Uh, where's my underwear?" she asked, heat already prickling her cheeks. She cupped the back of her skull gingerly, a lump already forming.

"In the corner, I think."

He pointed toward a darkly obscured nook behind his bedroom door. Kristen could just make out the purple hue of the fabric as she awkwardly stood and shuffled to retrieve them. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that Shane had rolled over so that he was lying flat on his back, eyes glued to the ceiling. He was obviously trying to give her a semblance of privacy so that she could get dressed without feeling gawked at, which she appreciated.

"So. Last night —" she began once she was fully dressed, smoothing her hands over her chaotic curls in an attempt to tame them.

"Last night," he repeated as if in agreement. He sat upright, swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, head hung low, and scrubbed a hand across his neck. Kristen felt he was still avoiding looking at her, creating a pocket of tension between them. The last thing she wanted was for her to leave this bedroom with even a smidge of uncertainty clouding the intimate moment they'd shared.

The faint sound of footsteps somewhere else in the ranch caused Shane to physically tense, and Kristen sucked in an anxious breath. She'd checked the time while gathering her clothes and was shocked they'd slept uninterrupted until mid-morning. The thought of Marnie or even Jas bursting through the door unannounced caused her stomach to roll, and she moved to sit next to Shane on the mattress.

"Don't worry; the door's locked. But she might knock soon."

"I'm not worried," Kristen lied. Several inches separated them, and she had the urge to close the gap and wrap her entire body around his like a needy koala. "Any regrets?"

He looked at her then, his expression open but also a bit perplexed. "Why would I have regrets?"

His answering question was so sincere that an immediate sting assaulted the farmer's sinuses and the back of her eyeballs; a sob lodged in her chest so deep that she sucked in a ragged breath to shove it back down to the debts of her soul. Without further debate, she did close the gap until their thighs touched, and she hooked her arm through his, seeking his hand and threading their fingers together as if they were made of the same cloth.

"You were amazing," she breathed, pressing her lips to the shell of his ear. The boldness that had overcome her the previous night had returned with renewed vigor, and she harnessed it like a wild mare. "I haven't had an orgasm that intense in… fuck, I don't remember."

Her intention was to stroke his ego. Make him believe she was enamored and not about to disappear in a puff of smoke after obtaining her prize. But her words were also as honest as anything she'd ever spoken in her life.

"Kriss." His voice was strained, and his grip on her hand tightened. "Please don't get me hard while my goddaughter is probably eating breakfast in the kitchen."

"Sorry," she snickered before capturing his earlobe between her teeth. He groaned, and she smiled wolfishly against his flesh, a sensual sense of pride lapping over her like warm ocean waves in the midst of a summer storm. "I owe you, though. Can you come over later?"

He forcefully exhaled through his nose and placed his free hand on her thigh. Several more footsteps could be heard, closer now, pattering on the hardwood. It occurred to Kristen then that there was no way she could escape the ranch without being noticed.

"Yeah," he finally replied. "I'll stop by Joja, too, to get… um."

"Condoms? I can't wait." She pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek, rubbing her lips across it lightly. Again, she wondered where this brazen confidence was coming from and decided to ruminate on it during her walk home. Right now, she'd rather drop dead than ruin the mood. "I'm dying to feel you inside me."

"I hate you," he groaned, wiggling away from her to stand and stiffly pace the floor of his room. Kristen's eyes immediately homed in on the tent in his boxer briefs and struggled with the urge to rip them down and swallow him whole right then and there.

"I know." She stood, stepped toward him, and wrapped him in her arms. And for the first time, he hugged her back. Despite everything that had transpired between them the night before, she considered this her most triumphant victory. "I'll face the firing squad on my own. Just stay here until I'm gone."

Catching her drift, Shane sat back down on his bed and scratched at his scalp while the farmer took a deep breath, unlocked the bedroom, and tip-toed down the hallway.

"But Aunt Marnie! If we get another kitty, that'll make 4, and that's an even number!"

The little girl's pleading cut through the shuffling of plates and silverware as the farmer attempted to sneak past the open kitchen.

"Let me guess, Miss Penny is teaching you and Vincent about evens and odds?" Marnie asked, her back now turned from the foyer separating the kitchen from the shop counter as she dug around in the open refrigerator. The farmer eyed the front door as if she could bore a hole in it with her glare, wondering if she could somehow phase through existence long enough for her to reemerge on the other side.

"Yeah! And she said — oh, hello, Miss Krissy! What are you doing here? Do you wanna eat pancakes with me?"

The farmer stopped mid-stride, like a statue frozen in time. Jas sat at the kitchen table, her large eyes wide with excitement, while Marnie swiftly turned from the fridge and dropped the carton of orange juice she'd been pulling from the shelf. Of course, it exploded in a lake of sticky liquid across the tile.

"Krissy! You scared the life out of me!" Marnie exclaimed as she frantically pulled a towel from the oven handle and dropped it on the mess at her feet. "I didn't even hear you come in!"

"She was walking down the hallway," Jas cut in, raising one sassy little finger to punctuate her fact.

Marnie had stooped to sop up the ruined juice but snapped her head upward and locked her eyes with the farmer, realization dawning on the woman's face faster than Kristen could scramble for an alternate explanation.

"Oh — oh! " she exclaimed, a wry smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Well, okay. We do have plenty if you're hungry, dear."

"Uh. No, I think I'm fine for now, thank you," Kristen replied. Marnie's eyes rolled toward the farmer's bandaged hand next, and Kristen could practically see the gears turning in her head.

"How's your hand? Shane was helping you take care of it, right? He did a good job with the bandage," Marnie said, nodding her head slowly as if to coax a specific response. Jas sat facing away from her, completely unaware of the silent exchange between the two grown women in the room.

"Yes!" Kristen practically yelled, clutching the lifesaver Marnie had tossed. "He took very good care of me."

"That's wonderful," Marnie replied. She'd finished cleaning up the spilled juice and resumed preparing a plate of pancakes for Jas, seemingly unphased by Kristen's tangible humiliation.

"Uncle Shane can be really nice when he wants to be," Jas interjected. She glanced back at Marnie just in time for the woman to place her breakfast in front of her on the table, a sweet smile adorning her pretty face. "But only to people he likes."

Kristen shook her head in agreement, suddenly dumbstruck by how effortless it had been for Marnie to swoop in and salvage a catastrophically awkward situation. She promised to thank the woman privately if she ever gathered the nerve.

"Have a good day, dear. Don't be a stranger," Marnie said with a subtle wink as the farmer pulled open the front door, delivering a parting wave to Jas while the little girl enthusiastically stuffed her face.

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The walk back home was spent with the farmer ruminating on her behavior the following night. She'd practically thrown herself at Shane again , acting like a bitch in heat. She never considered herself sexually repressed. She had no issues expressing what she wanted or what she liked. But something about last night made her hyper-sexual in a way she'd never experienced.

Maybe it's because you haven't been laid in over two years , she thought as she crossed the property line to Wynand Farm. That was definitely a contributing factor. She'd been touch starved, lonely, actually miserable. The friendships she had cultivated around Pelican Town helped soothe her need for affection during the day, but at night, when she was alone with nothing but her thoughts, the overwhelming loneliness felt like a bolder crushing her ribs, snapping them to shards lodged into her aching heart.

God, you're so dramatic , she chided herself as the coop loomed into view. It was already nearing noon, and the hens were probably restless and hungry. But her thoughts settled heavily on Shane's reactions to her advances. He'd been eager. He'd confessed things she never thought would come out of his mouth in a million years. He'd eaten her pussy like a fucking champ and didn't ask for reciprocation. He'd been content with bringing her to tears and then cuddling with her in bed. Was he actually the perfect man?

The farmer chuckled to herself as she entered the enclosure and pulled the coop door open. A line of fat impatient hens waddled out and made a beeline for the fresh grass, ignoring her completely.

Shane was anything but perfect, and Kristen was well aware of this. But it wasn't an illusion she wished to spend her time with. It wasn't a fairytale prince who she found herself teasing once he could stomach her presence for more than a few minutes at a time. It wasn't Mr. Darcy who she thought about when her fingers slipped through her slick folds, seeking to quell that ache deep inside. It was Shane. Rough and gruff Shane who secretly had the biggest heart of anyone she'd ever known. Her best friend.

Fetching her chicken-printed egg apron from a nail inside the coop, the farmer tied it around her waist, plucked the spoils of her livestock from their nests, and gently tucked them into each pocket. Briefly, she imagined Shane in the silly apron and giggled, vowing to make him wear it one way or another.

The farmer busied herself with various chores until early evening, more than slightly irritated that it took double the effort due to her inconvenient injury. Pierre had agreed to come pick up her tomatoes, and she winced when she signed the bill of sale with a 20% service fee deducted by the shopkeep. When she finally checked her cell phone for the time, a text from Shane lit up the screen, and she tapped the notification with butterflies in her tummy.

I'm never buying condoms in this town again.

I'll take a bus all the way to Zuzu next time, fuck all of this.

Kristen snickered, curiosity piqued.

Oh no. What happened?

The replying chat bubble popped up almost immediately, and Kristen's eyes were glued to the screen, even as Moody zig-zagged through her legs, howling for attention.

Sam was working today and saw me pick them up.

He kept asking me who the lucky lady is. Like I was gonna tell him.

The farmer could practically feel Shane's unease through the screen, and a prickling intrusive thought burrowed in her brain like the needles of a cactus. Testing the waters, she tapped her fingers across the glass.

What, you're ashamed of me? Lol.

Her heart galloped as she waited for his reply. The chat bubble took a bit longer to appear, and Kristen hoped she hadn't actually pissed him off.

Don't be stupid.

I'm just tired from spending most of the morning dodging Marnie's smug looks.

Jas thinks I'm practically a doctor now, so that's cool.

She furrowed her brow, still unsure if the distress churning in her belly was justified. Every drop of confidence she'd fettered that morning seemed to dissipate like mist desperately clinging to milkweed in the midday sun.

You sure?

This time, the chat bubble seemed to animate on the screen forever, disappearing and reappearing multiple times as if Shane was struggling to come up with an adequate response.

If anyone should be ashamed, it's you.

I somehow landed the beautiful farmer, and she's stuck with the town drunk.

For the second time that day, Kristen choked back a sob. A mixture of indignation and sorrow coated the back of her throat, constricted with emotion. His self-deprecation was nothing new, but in this context, it hit differently than usual. Implying he wasn't good enough for her was simply unacceptable.

Now you're the one being stupid.

Just shut up and get here quick. I miss you.

Before she could chicken out, Kristen skipped toward her bedroom, stripped off her frumpy farmer's clothes, and wiggled into the sexiest pair of lingerie she owned. Then, she angled her phone's camera as flatteringly as possible, snapped a photo, and attached it to her message.

You called me a tease last night and then send me this shit?

Smirking, she posed for another photo, this time biting her lip seductively. She felt ridiculous attaching it to her next reply — but also sexy for the first time in years.

What are you going to do about it?

Shane replied with a photo of his own — a skewed angle of his feet as he neared the path toward the bus station.

You'll find out soon.

An exhilarating tingle bloomed between her legs, arousal simmering her blood. She had maybe 25 minutes before Shane walked through her front door, and she desperately needed a bath.

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Kristen had just finished brushing out her damp curls and clumsily tying the belt of her silk robe around her waist when a soft but insistent knock startled her. Once again, she opened her mouth to remind him of his key, but the sound of the lock disengaging cut her off, a new swarm of butterflies taking flight in the pit of her stomach.

Shane entered the farmhouse hesitantly, peering around the door as he did the night before at the ranch, his expression softening when he spotted her approaching from the bedroom.

"Hey," he greeted, slinging her forgotten backpack from his shoulder while he approached. His eyes roved her body, taking stock of her state of dress — or, rather, undress — before they settled on her freshly bandaged hand. "How's it doing?"

"It looks disgusting," she laughed, holding the mitt in front of her face. She'd done a sloppy job of wrapping the gauze that Harvey had left for her. The crusty sutures and black bruises splotching her palm made her woozy, but she was proud that she hadn't dropped like a sack of potatoes on her bathroom floor.

"How many times do I have to tell you to let me help you before you listen?" he asked, though his tone held no hostility or exasperation. On the contrary, Kristen could detect a note of concern, and she wanted to nip it in the bud before the salacious encounter she'd been so excited about fizzled out altogether.

"Shh, I'm fine. I promise. I cleaned it and took my pain meds. And I'll be seeing Harvey on Monday." He gave her a leery glare, obviously still unconvinced she'd relent her stubbornness anytime soon. "Come here," she coaxed, holding her good hand toward him invitingly and crooking one finger. With her backpack still dangling from one hand, Shane approached and followed when she turned and walked back toward her bedroom.

The room was dark, the only light coming from a few candles flickering on Kristen's dresser opposite the bed. She'd wondered if the sentiment was too cheesy when she lit the wicks and stepped back to admire the shadow of flames licking up the pine slat walls, but the low light cast the perfect ambiance when Shane entered, his silhouette pitch black as it floated toward her.

"This is nice," he said, voice deep as his features slowly bled into focus when he entered the sphere of flickering light. Kristen felt he wasn't sure what to say but was trying his best, and she adored him for it.

"Thanks," she whispered, capturing one of his forearms to pull him closer. He was still clutching her backpack in one hand, and she tilted her head toward it before asking, "What's in there? Whips and chains?"

Shane balked, jaw slack and eyes wide before he noticed the mischief dancing in her eyes. "You're so fucking naughty…"

He dropped the backpack on the floor and wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her in. The farmer stepped into his embrace willingly, seeking his lips with her own, molding her body around his solid yet soft form until she felt she could seep into his skin and possess him completely.

Something about the moment seemed graceful as they moved together. Lips exploring, hands searching, bodies swaying. The night previous, Kristen felt as if she were a feral animal, pawing and scratching at him like he might escape her clutches. Tonight, she felt as if the barbaric frenzy had ebbed to gentle acceptance that this man actually wanted to be here... with her.

"Shane," she sighed as his lips and tongue traveled from her mouth, down her throat, and across her collarbone. She could tell he was being careful not to scrape his stubble over her skin, even while his cheek and chin nudged the top half of her robe aside. "Shane, stop."

"Hmm? What's wrong?" he asked, pulling back to level her with serious eyes. She almost yanked him in for another kiss when she realized he was afraid he'd crossed some invisible line.

"Nothing, baby. I just want to repay you for last night before you make me too stupid."

"Kriss. Um, Kristen — you don't have to do that."

Relief softened his features as he held her closer and kissed her breathless — palms gliding across the silk of her robe, caressing every curve she hid underneath until one settled on the small of her back and the other ghosted between her thighs. The smooth fabric slipping across her sensitive flesh was unexpectedly delightful, and she shuffled her feet outward, supplying him with more room that he gladly took advantage of, prodding his fingers past the silk to make contact with her bare sex.

"How are you already wet?" Shane moaned against her lips. The farmer's breaths quickened as his middle finger probed, sliding through her folds with no resistance.

"Because you turn me on," she simply said, canting her hips forward as his thumb sought her clit.

"I wanna taste you again, pretty baby. Make you come on my tongue."

She nearly gave in, memories of last night along with Shane's sweet manipulation of her pussy making her pliant. She felt as if she could melt through his arms into a puddle just from his worlds alone, but she abruptly remembered her earlier request and how he had expertly distracted her.

"Nope," she breathed, playfully shoving him back. He stumbled slightly, giving her time to sidestep him, plant her ass on the mattress, hook a finger through a belt loop on his shorts, and tug his crotch toward her face. "I told you, it's my turn."

"Kristen." He shook his head. He was protesting, and it confounded her.

"What?" she asked, moving her hand to rest on his hip instead, hoping it would make her seem less brazen.

"I know it's not something women really like to do," he explained. His eyes were fixed straight ahead as if something on her wall was unbelievably fascinating.

"Since when?" she asked with a chuckle. But she quickly shut up when she realized he was serious. "Shane, that's not true. I don't know what type of other women you've been with, but most of us love giving head. I know I do." She then grasped one of his hands, bringing it toward her face to press a tender kiss to his palm, hoping to calm his nerves. "When was the last time someone swallowed your cock like they meant it?"

"Kristen, fuck me…" He finally tilted his chin down to look at her, awe sparkling in his green eyes.

"That's what I'm trying to do."

"You have such a filthy mouth," he said, blinking his eyes rapidly as if he were trying to gather his bearings to answer her question. "I don't know; it's been a long time."

"Then let my filthy mouth take care of you, hmm? I want to, I really do."

She flipped his hand to place another kiss on his knuckles, swiping her lips across them before taking the middle finger he'd buried in her pussy into her mouth, lightly sucking it while making direct eye contact.

"Are you even fucking real?" he asked as she swirled her tongue around his wet digit. "Last week, I would have laughed if you said you wanted to suck my dick. Would've thought you were screwing with me for fun."

Feeling like he was finally coming around, Kristen released his finger with an audible pop and redirected her hand toward the waistband of his shorts, tugging him toward her again. This time, he shuffled forward with no protest, one hand settling on her shoulder while the one she'd just released curled into a fist.

Instead of replying verbally, she tapped the button of his shorts with her fingernail, indicating that she needed some help. Shane hesitated for an instant but quickly undid his fly and pulled the zipper down, exposing his boxer briefs beneath. Giddy excitement hummed within Kristen's chest as her imagination tried to conjure up an image of his cock before she laid eyes on it. The teasing glimpses she was afforded of his clothed bulge and the sensation of it grinding between her legs the night before gave her a pleasing theory.

"Can we take this off?" she cooed, tugging the hem of his shirt. Insecurity danced behind his eyes, his face scrunching up in a way that made her think he'd downright refuse. But, she smoothed her hand up his side, lightly grazing her nails over his skin before drawing it back down, hoping her silent encouragement would stay his fears.

"I'm not in, uh, the best shape," he mumbled, again avoiding her eyes.

"Shane, I think you're so god damn sexy. Isn't it obvious?"

She lifted the bottom of his shirt just enough to kiss the space below his navel. He flinched but didn't pull away.

"I've seen you naked," he said, capturing a strand of her curly hair between two fingers. "You put me to shame."

"It's not a competition, baby. Will it make you feel better if I take this off?"

She rose from the bed and shrugged the loose robe from her shoulders, allowing it to puddle at her feet. Shane hitched a breath and attempted to pull her in, but she playfully wiggled away and perched herself on the edge of the mattress again, smiling up at him.

"Fine," he sighed, fisting the collar of his shirt and yanking it over his head. His neck and cheeks burned red, even in the soft candlelight, and it only endeared him to her all the more.

"Thank you. Now, I can take care of the rest…"

As it turned out, attempting to pull down someone else's shorts and underwear with one hand was more complicated than she bargained, but she yanked and tugged until she secured her victory — Shane's fully erect cock finally springing free, greeting her like a long-awaited gift.

Kristen wondered later if he thought she would be coy — place feather-soft kisses on his shaft while batting her eyelashes and cooing like a bird. She even wondered if she should have been so dainty and seductive instead of licking a solid, hot stripe from base to tip before engulfing his thick length in one fluid motion.

"Fu — fuck ." The stuttered word fell from Shane's mouth in a strangled gasp, his hands instantly burying in her curls as if he had to clutch them or risk flying off the face of the earth. His fingers brushed her scalp tentatively, undoubtedly hesitant to grip too hard for fear of hurting her. "Kristen, ah! Christ!"

The farmer continued to slide her wet mouth across his cock, tongue flat as she gently pulled back his foreskin and swirled the tip. It had been so long since she'd indulged in giving head and nearly forgot how much she enjoyed it. The pants, the moans, the feeling of power as she subdued a man while on her knees.

"How's this?" she asked as sweetly as she could muster, flicking her chocolate eyes upward to lock with his. "Tell me how to make you feel good."

Relaxing her throat, she took him entirely in her mouth again, bit by bit, until the plush head pressed and slid even farther. And then farther. Fat tears welled in her eyes, pooling like droplets of dew on drooping blades of grass before rolling down her cheeks. The strain was magnificent, and the farmer knew she'd feel the raw sting like a badge of honor in the morning.

"Oh my fuck," he growled, fingers pressing a bit harder against her scalp experimentally. "Pretty baby, I —" He faltered, seeming to attempt to form a coherent thought while Kristen swallowed his dick, flexing her throat muscles weakly. "Can I?"

He pulled his hips back and then thrust them forward gently, eyes pleading with her to understand. She hooked her good hand behind one of his thighs, sucked in a deep breath through her nose in preparation, and nodded.

Shane started slow at first, shifting his hips gingerly, nudging the back of her throat while his fingers curled around the strands of her auburn hair. A string of praise and obscenities poured from his mouth like a siren song, and she hummed deep in her chest as he gradually picked up speed, chasing his pleasure.

Without warning, he tightened his hold on her hair, halting the motion of her mouth and his hips. Guttural pants filled the room as she looked up at him, lips stretched across his dick while her hand traveled to cup his balls, nails lightly scraping across the dimpled flesh.

"I need to fuck you," he rasped, pulling her head back until he slipped from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting them for a beat before it plopped to the hardwood below. "Please."

Kristen scrambled back to lay on the mattress like an overzealous puppy, waiting for him to follow with exuberance sparkling in her eyes. She honestly couldn't recall the last time she'd wanted anyone this bad, and her cunt throbbed in anticipation of being filled by the cock she'd just had shoved down her eager throat.

"How do you want me?" she asked, positioning herself in the middle, legs splayed open in an unconscious attempt to draw him in. A savage longing nearly puppeted her to crawl up his body like a deranged creature from the depths of hell, subdue him until he fell to the floor, and ride his cock until the both of them succumbed to exhaustion. But the more civilized part of her realized that Shane required gentle coaxing, at least for now, so she leveraged those unhinged desires and locked them away for another time.

There was a slight shuffle as Shane bent over and unzipped the farmer's backpack that lay discarded on the floor. The crinkle of a plastic bag, the rip of cardboard, and the tear of an aluminum wrapper clued Kristen in. In response, her fingers flowed toward the apex of her thighs, slipping one finger inside herself, then two.

Finally, Shane planted a knee on the mattress and crawled toward her. Backlit by flickering flames, one hand cupped her knee while the other rolled the condom on, his cock emerging from between his thumb and forefinger with latex encasing it like he'd performed the maneuver a million times before. Kristen tried not to let that little worm burrow in her brain, wondering if he was so practiced because he was screwing someone else on the side.

On the side? You've already claimed him?

She flung that thought into the 'analyze later' bin of her brain, fearing that the answer was a resounding yes.

"Um. Just —" Shane tenderly nudged her knee to the side, and she complied, widening her legs so he could slot between them like a puzzle piece. "I wanna be able to see your face."

"Oh, baby," she sighed, finally relenting to the urge to rein in some control, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him in for another blistering kiss. Their tongues rolled together effortlessly now, growing used to one another's moves while Shane nudged the head of his cock between her folds, gliding it across her clit teasingly, winding Kristen up like a doll with a key lodged in its spine until she felt she would snap.

When he finally lined up and began pushing inside, Kristen yelped against his lips, the stretch sharp and intense. Shane instantly ceased, pressing his forehead against hers as he caught his breath.

"Don't stop," she said. Wiggling her hips slightly, she lifted her legs and mounted them on either side of his thighs. The position was more comfortable and made her feel he wouldn't split her in half. "It's been… a while since I've done this. That's all."

He nodded, eyes squinted shut, engrossed with the task at hand. Kristen stared at him, his face blurred by the close proximity, but unable to direct her focus elsewhere. The intimacy of the moment felt soul-crushing in the best way — as if everything that made her human were wrapped up in a tiny package and placed in the palm of Shane's hand. He could pulverize her or hold her as gently as a kitten, and she'd welcome it either way.

Inch by inch, Shane slid into her, gauging her reactions carefully as he did so. Inch by inch, Kristen took him, quick and shallow breaths making her head swimmy as the sweet intrusion filled her much more than physically.

His thrusts were experimental early on, just as when his fingers played along her scalp. Slow and shallow. He pressed tender kisses to her face as he did so, soft breaths puffing from his nose and fanning across heated skin. Eventually, he sought her hand with his own, pinning it above her head as he interlaced their fingers, lips traveling lower, suckling on the hypersensitive flesh behind her ear.

"Shane —" His name rolled from her tongue like it had originated there, a vaguely audible sigh that morphed into a moan when she understood that this wasn't a simple fuck between friends. He was making love to her.

"Kristen…" Her name growled directly into her ear, causing her body to seize, cunt clenching around him almost painfully as he snapped his hips forward in punctuation.

"Harder," she whined, shifting her hips in time with his still-measured thrusts.

"Yeah? You want that?"

His voice was deeper than she'd ever heard, almost scratchy. She shivered and whined again, feeling petulant if he didn't appease her. Luckily, he did, releasing her hand so he could sit back on his haunches and hike each of her thighs to rest on his chest, the back of her knees nestled against his shoulders like they were always meant to be there. The angle was acute and perfect as he leaned over her, hands bracing himself on either side of her head.

"Shit," she hissed, flailing her free hand until it made purchase with his side, nails digging crescents into his olive skin.

"This good?" he asked, thrusting once, slightly upward. Kristen squealed and nodded, nails digging deeper. The head of his cock brushed against her g-spot just enough at this angle that she knew they could make magic happen if he were determined. "Let me know if it's too much?"

"It's never too much," she said. "Fuck me the way you've always dreamed." Kristen knew that statement was a bold assumption on her part, but god, did it sound sexy. Even to her own ears.

Apparently, it was sexy to him, too, considering how he kissed her, pushing her legs back farther and shoving his cock even deeper. "Pretty baby, I'm gonna make you scream."

His confidence firmly back in place, Kristen's eyes rolled nearly into the back of her skull as he pounded into her. Hard, just like she'd asked. Again and again and again. The bed rocked, headboard slamming the wall. The metal frame squeaked in protest as its legs skittered across the hardwood floor. Kristen's body tensed, launching into pure instinct, hips rolling in time with Shane's thrusts, each one more brutal than the last. Pleasure washed over in waves, lapping farther and farther toward the precipice of something just beyond reach as their shared grunts and moans filled the small farmhouse bedroom like a lewd chorus for an audience of two.

"Shane, baby. Oh god!" The farmer's mental facilities had been scrambled like a freshly cracked egg each time the head of Shane's cock brushed the soft, thick place inside her. It was so deliciously close to being enough but just far away that each pass had her crying out like a woman tortured. "I need… mo — higher!"

She wasn't sure how Shane interpreted the gibberish she'd just spewed, but she nearly cried in relief when he snatched a spare pillow from beside her head and shoved it under her lifted hips. But then he added another , and she lost the battle, a desperate sob escaping from her chest as the elevated angle allowed him to slam home with expert precision.

"I can feel you squeezing me, fuck!" he spat, keeping the rhythm even as Kristen's bones liquified. "Can you come on my cock, pretty baby? Rub your clit for me. I wanna feel it."

As useless as she felt to her encroaching orgasm, the farmer willed her arm to slither between them, seeking the neglected, engorged bundle of nerves. The pressure between her legs continued to mount, coiling like a viper on the verge of a strike. Her thighs quivered as the pads of her fingers slipped through her folds and made contact with her clit, the onslaught of sensations boarding on overwhelming when Shane faltered long enough to capture one of her nipples between his teeth.

"I'm close. Shane — I'm so close," she cried, sloppily twirling her fingers around her clit. Sparks of pleasure snapped and popped with each pass, her limbs tensing further and the viper coiling tighter in her belly. "Talk to me. I need to hear your voice."

"I'm close, too," he rasped. "Look me in the eyes when you come, pretty baby. Say my name? God, I love hearing you moan it like — shit! — I love making you feel this good."

Kristen felt as if she were falling in a dream, weightless for the blink of an eye before the ground zoomed closer with each passing second. And right before she hit the ground, she snapped, the viper unfurling as its euphoric venom softened her muscles and rendered her useless. Yet, she fulfilled his sweet request, the shape of Shane's name tearing from her throat as her entire world focused to a pinpoint and then exploded outward in a shower of twinkling stars.

Somewhere in the haze, her name floated like a feather on a languid breeze. Lips and teeth etched her flesh like liquid flames carving an errant river through steel. The gorgeous pressure between her thighs swelled, stretching her pleasure to an unbearable degree, and she cried out again, clinging to the only anchor she could find amidst the storm.

You've already claimed him?

Yes — she had.

*****

End Note: Kristen's chicken egg apron:

Isn't that shit adorable?

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sashiavi · 2 months

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please more bear!Shane please please please please I'm begging on my hands and knees I NEEED HIMMMMM

Ughhhhh bear Shane <//333 that man is literally the death of me :( I'm feeling soft for him rnnn

Warnings : 18+ Smut | Shane sdv | hybrids | soft sex | smut under the cut ♡

Bear!Shane who's sooo lazy in the mornings, basking in the warmth of the new day sun, thick, heavy cock stuffed up in your cunt, cuddle fucking you to kickstart his day.

Bear!Shane with his heavy arms wrapped around your body, squeezing you against his peachy soft chest, craning his hips into your pretty ass cheeks. Your panties slid to the side, cupping the sticky length of his cock with their lace and fabric.

Bear!Shane who rubs your clit in big circles with his big fingers, slowly keeping up the same heavy pattern while his fat length stretches your poor pussy wide.

Bear!Shane who can't help but kiss and nibble at your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your skin when you pulse and squeeze on him, clenching your thighs against the hand between your legs, milking at his length as you cream.

Bear!Shane who sits on his favourite recliner in the evening, your cute and pretty self snuggled in his lap, his thick, fat cock slid up in your cunt while you watch the television - or try to.

Bear!Shane who rubs his large, warm hand on your thigh while he swigs a drink of his flavoured sparkling water, silently praising you for sitting so preciously for him.

Bear!Shane who can't help but groan appreciatively when you kiss his scruffy chin, play with his hair and warm up his cock with your soft, milky cunt.

Bear!Shane who's just so appreciative of everything you do - Fucking you slowly over the kitchen counter for making him something as simple as a morning coffee. Twiddling with your clit after sharing a bath with him, washing his hair and neatening his now-not-so-scruffy chin. Lapping at your pretty, juicy pussy, smushing his lips on your heat just for telling him you loved him that evening.

Bear!Shane who's content in the evening, belly full of yummy dinner, body tired from the day, cock warmed and nestled in your pussy from behind.

Bear!Shane rocking his hips into your ass while he prone bones you, his weight comforting on your back, lips and tongue lapping and sucking bruises and sweet kisses into the skin of your shoulder.

Bear!Shane who grumbles sweet nothing's into your ears, hot breath on your neck.

Bear!Shane who paws at your pretty body, squeezing and appreciating any and every curve, leaving warm fingerprints on your skin.

Bear!Shane who's just full of love for you and takes his time to treat you ♡

Property Of: SashiAvi ♡

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stardewsnail · 1 year

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Can you write head cannons of how the bachelors would react when jealous? Perhaps they heard their farmer was giving gifts to other bachelors. Can be NSFW. K love you byeee

This is a bit inconsistent because of how familiar I am with them/how interesting I thought their reactions would be–some of these are head canons and some of them are drabbles. Somewhere along the way I realized I switched from they/them pronouns to she/her so I guess this is about a fem farmer now lol–hope you enjoy!

Bachelors get jealous

MINORS DNI; cw: sexual activity, jealousy, sad boi hours

Shane

- very different if he’s with the farmer or not bc I feel like he’s used to being envious of others

- When he sees the farmer bringing Elliot a bottle of wine or Sam a cactus fruit he feels like he has no valid reason to be jealous. He’s just embarrassed and ashamed of his own feelings.

- Like, obviously the pretty, successful, kind farmer isn’t going to be interested in him? He’s working at the Joja mart and drinking away his money—he’s barely keeping it together and he comes with a kid. Not exactly the biggest catch

- After the cliffs he had come to terms with his crush and is just sort of leaving it because he cannot imagine her reciprocating his growing feelings. That’s fine, he loves having her in his life regardless. He doesn’t have the expectation that they’ll ever return his feelings and that’s okay. He gets a therapist and focuses on getting better for himself and the others in his life

But if they’re together it’s different

- He retreats into himself and has a bit of a mental spiral (ranging from “it was bound to happen eventually” to “oh god our chickens are going to come from a broken home”)

- Fortunately he has a therapist to work through things with so he’s able to actually express himself to the farmer in a healthy way and receive the emotional validation that the farmer does in fact love them and their chickens will grow up with parents who love each other

- He’ll pull her onto his lap or against his chest and if the vibe is right the cuddling might turn into a make out session which might get handsy—Shane is extra needy after all this, lingering through the motions. After sex he stays inside her for a minute, just sharing breath and being as close as possible

- Shane alternates being big and little spoon don’t @ me

I feel like Shane having a therapist pulls a lot of the “drama” out of him being jealous because he’s so focused on developing healthier coping strategies so him talking about his feelings directly is a big step!

...

Sebastian

Pre relationship

“Motherfucker-!” Sebastian snarled, watching his avatar die yet again. In his headset Sam groaned, quickly meeting a similar fate. Abigail, now left alone, didn’t fare much better.

“Okay, it’s 4, I’m calling…” A yawn cut through Sam’s words, “….it.”

Sebastian winced, glancing at the clock, “Damn—yeah. Night, guys.” It was stupid late. He was going to regret this tomorrow. No, actually, he was already regretting it. Now he was just pissed at the game and at—he shoved that thought down, feeling heat rise to his face. He dropped heavily onto the bed, arm thrown over his eyes. His head hurt.

And he really didn’t want to deal with the bolt of anger that shocked him when he saw Alex throw his arm around the farmer. Her face was lit up with laughter as they shared some joke—the jock had only touched her for a moment and sure, it might not actually mean anything—but he was jealous. And even a solid nine hours of league had done nothing to subdue the feeling that boiled in his chest. It wasn’t even like the farmer didn’t talk to him either—and while she brought everyone little gifts, he’d had the thought that maybe his were special. A foolish, hopeful thought. Alex was outgoing, athletic, and only still lived at home to care for his grandparents. Sebastian was a twenty-four year old college dropout living in his mom’s basement filling his time with gaming. God, he really was a loser. Fortunately he was unconscious before he really had to deal with that.

…

Knock, knock, knock

Sebastian groaned, burrowing farther under his pillow. His mom always woke him up when she made breakfast even if he wasn’t actually required to get up. Maybe later he could ask her what she knew about the farmer. He was pretty sure she was still working on upgrading their coop anyway. It wouldn’t be an odd question. He rolled over, trying to relax back down into sleep.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the second knock sounded. If he ignored it, chances are his mom would leave him be. But then she knocked again, a little harder this time. He swore under his breath as he hauled himself out of bed, not bothering to hit the lights before throwing open the door with more force than strictly necessary.

The farmer’s hand was still raised to knock and she froze, looking up at him with raised eyebrows.

Sebastian’s entire brain blue-screened. It crashed. It attempted to restart. It failed. It tried again but all that came up was how he must look—an old band t-shirt, unbrushed hair, stubbled chin, frog-print boxers—holy shit he wasn’t even wearing pants.

“Good morning!” She said, cheeks pink. It certainly wasn’t morning, that much he knew. Sebastian wished the floor would swallow him right then and there. “Sam said you guys were up late playing games so I brought you this,” she held up the coffee in her other hand, “Robin said I was fine to come down, I didn’t think you’d be asleep, sorry—“

“I needed to get up anyway,” he said, a bit too fast. He ran his hand over his hair, trying to judge its state and was quickly dismayed. Fuck, she was pretty. Great impression Sebastian. Great job.

“Thank you,” he added, finally accepting the warm paper cup.

“I started growing coffee beans a while ago,” she continued, fidgeting and definitely noticing his lack of pants, “This is the first of it. Let me know how it is, I’m still experimenting with roasting.”

“Oh wow,” he took a sip realizing not only was the coffee delightful, she’d also added cream and just a touch of sugar–exactly how he took it, “This is really good. Thank you.”

She lit up, “Oh good! I was hoping you’d like it.” She was hoping he’d like it? Him specifically? The caffeine hadn’t hit him yet, but the taste of coffee still got his brain moving. He noticed the fishing pole sticking out of her pack.

“Are you headed to the lake?” he asked, before he could really think it through.

“Yeah–I wanted to do some fishing,” she rocked on her feet, “I’ll let you get back to it–”

Shit, that hadn’t been his intent.

“D’you want company?” he cut her off, flushing when she just looked up at him with a smile.

“That would be really nice–you can tell me about your game. It sounded fun but I didn’t quite understand when Sam was talking about it.”

“Great,” he said, “I’ll uh…meet you out there?” He still wasn’t wearing pants.

Dating

Sebastian trusted his girlfriend. That wasn’t the issue. The issue was that seeing her smile and shyly give Elliot a bottle of her mead had shaken the dust off his old companion, jealousy, and now he didn’t know what to do with the itch in his skin.

He’d spent the day working on his bike, music blasting, a scowl etched on his face. At some point Demetrius had come out to say something, but a glance at Sebastian’s face had him simply turning tail back to the house.

It was better he got it all out of his system before he met up with the farmer at the saloon.

Some time and a hot shower later he was entering the saloon, wondering if she had beat him there–and she had.

And Elliot was there, fawning over the farmer who had a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggles as the writer told some dramatic story, talking with animated hands.

He was across the bar in a second, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against his side. The lazy grin he gave Elliot was more a challenge than anything–he didn’t know where this sudden boldness was coming from–Elliot didn’t seem like the type to pull something but there was a primal need to mark his territory. The farmer was his.

She flashed him a grin, her hand coming to rest in his back pocket, and finished what she was saying.

“Hey, babe,” she said, pushing to her toes to press a quick kiss to his lips, “I got here early–want to get in some practice before Sam and Abby show up?”

“Need a warm up?” he teased, “Think that will help you beat me?”

“One of these days,” she bumped his hip with her own, “I’m gonna win. Talk to you later, Elliot!” she added. Elliot said something in response before slinking back to where Leah was sitting, watching as if this was her very own reality TV show.

...

Harvey

Harvey wasn’t jealous. The farmer was just a friend–she was kind and generous and liked giving gifts! Most mornings she popped by the clinic to bring him a coffee and chat for a few minutes between appointments.

It was only natural for her to prefer someone less devoted to their work, younger and more aligned with the pop culture she was familiar with. Sam was a ray of sunshine, and seeing him light up when the farmer had offered him a cactus fruit had sent a spike of something that was not jealousy through his chest.

He spends all his free time for the next few days pouring over his model planes, completing two kits in record time. Between that and the kids in town catching something nasty and viral, he hadn’t even seen her in a week. Which was fine.

He hadn’t anticipated her to be waiting right outside the door of the clinic, swinging it open as soon as the lock turned. If he had been any slower, she probably would have hit him with it. Her eyes were piercing as she held out the coffee, a small frown on her face.

“Have you been avoiding me?” her words were blunt and heat rose to his face, hands raised as if that would be enough to convince her of his words.

“No–no, I just–well–” he swallowed, looking anywhere but her face, “You just seemed busy and like you were spending time with Sam and–” She was giving him this small smile that had his stomach turn to jelly, and now he didn’t know what to do with his hands. She held out the coffee.

“Want to meet up at the saloon later?”

“Yes!” His reply might have been a bit eager, but he didn’t care because her face simply lit up.

“Great, it’s a date.” and then she turned out the door, going on her merry way before he could even process her words.

...

Alex

- to be honest before they’re dating I think he would just AGGRESSIVELY do push ups where the farmer could see

- or he’ll make a comment about how hot Haley is looking to the farmer

- Either way he tells Haley about “how well he handled it” and she is so, so tired.

Alex doesn’t care that the farmer went all the way into the mines to find that special rock for Sebastian. It wasn’t even Sebastian’s birthday or anything, she was just nice and he was not bothered.

He wasn’t bothered when he was doing push-ups.

He wasn’t bothered when he was squating.

He wasn’t even bothered while doing his deadlifts.

And while he showered, he totally wasn’t thinking about how she looked so pleased when she showed him the gem, mentioning that it was Sebastian’s favorite.

Now they were sitting on her bed, watching some movie that he couldn’t quite parse over his churning thoughts. He’d been inching closer and closer without realizing, and now he shifted to rest his head in her lap watching her instead of the movie.

Immediately her hands found their way to stroke through his hair. She smoothed his brow, and he realized he’d been frowning.

“What’s up?” she asked, ever perceptive.

“Nothing,” he replied reflexively, and she paused the movie, waiting for him to continue.

“You…like me, right?” His voice was quiet, and if it wasn’t her he would be too embarrassed to ask such a vulnerable question.

“I love you, actually.” She said it so casually he took a second to process the confession. Her smile was soft.

Never one for words over actions, he sat up, closing the distance between them with a kiss.

...

Sam

- I feel like Sam would try to cover any jealousy with a smile and positive attitude but something about the farmer “doting” on Alex and making him baked salmon really bothered him

- He asks Shane for advice because that’s his work dad/adult and Shane just looks up at the security camera like it’s the office but does try to give advice because he’s fond of the kid

- His advice is literally just for Sam to make a move because so help him god if he has to head about the farmers eyes one more time

...

Elliot

- He’s in denial that he’s jealous

- I feel like Elliot’s solution to every emotional problem is writing

- He would probably end up projecting it onto his characters writing a scene where somebody is jealous (because he’s not jealous nope. He’s not jealous at all)

- He’s a little moodier, a little more sardonic and eventually the farmer asks what’s bugging him–he assures her that it’s just difficulty with his novel

- He doesn’t say he’s jealous nope

- He's just gonna go full Gomez Addams and make love to them in a bit of a frenzy—I’m talking a trail of clothes, fucking her right on his desk.

- He’s leaving hickies, the farmer is being claimed

- The farmer is being RAVISHED

- He probably won’t bring it up bc he does trust the farmer completely and knows it’s his own anxiety and the farmer more than reassured him on the reg and he can trust that

...

I’m hiding my dumbass notes waaaaaaay down here

I wrote this while zoinked and made up a whole ass bachelor named Mike and sat there for a good min wondering why I could remember anything about Mike, who the FUCK is Mike????

Am I writing Elliot ravishing the farmer on the desk? Yes, but this reply was getting a little long so it’s coming later

I’ve been a little slow on requests lately, but my spouse is going to be out of town for the next month so I should have a lot more time to working on these :) it brings me such joy every time I get that lil notification, thanks y’all <3

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stardewstardropthoughts · 1 year

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How about the farmer and bachelor hiding in a small place. Like they are hips and chest pressed against each other. The farmer doesn't noticed but the bachelor is going wild over the limit space between them. You can make it nsfw I don't mind! :)

This took me forever to get to I’m so sorry! Also these are mostly just lewd as opposed to like whole nsfw but Sebastian and Alex’s got full nsfw 😂

Content warnings: mostly gender neutral reader except Sebastian’s is afab reader, reader calls Sebastian daddy once, Theyer long as hell, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE

Small spaces but big opportunities with the bachelors

Shane:

He wanted to come to the mines with you, mostly out of curiosity but also because he wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything to dangerous

Thankfully the level that you had gone to didn’t have to many monsters on it and while he still thought that maybe it wasn’t the best place, he could see the appeal

At least until you both fell into a kinda deep very narrow pit

He landed flat on his ass and you landed unceremoniously on his lap, very much straddling him

After making sure neither of you were seriously injured you began to look around

“How on earth are we gonna get out of this? Does this happen to you often in the mines?”

Shane’s very concerned and trying very hard to ignore your chest being almost in his face

“Well no, I mean the tv said I’d have bad luck today but I didn’t think anything of it!”

Shane stares at you blankly for a moment “the tv said…okay we can unpack that later, for now we should figure this out”

He tried to shift around a bit but quickly stopped as the friction of your body rubbing against the crotch of his pants caught him off guard, thank god it’s a little dark and you can’t see the red now painting his face

He’s got his hands resting on your thighs, you try shifting around to see if you can maybe stand up but his grip tightens and you could almost swear he moaned a little bit

“You okay? You said you weren’t hurt! What hurts? Do you need a health elixir? I have extra in my bag”

“No, no sweetheart that’s not it, I’m not hurt just, fuck”

You just noticed the bulge straining against his shorts and pressing against your inner thigh

“Oh” you hadn’t noticed until now that he had gotten hard

“Fuck I’m so sorry I-“ he got cut off as you ground down against him

“Shit sweetheart, you sure you wanna start this right now?” He’s practically growling out his words with how gravely and husky his voice is currently

“Never been more sure, sir”

He has a sir kink, fight me on it

He tightens his grip on your hips to help you grind against him while he smashes his lips against yours in a very heated kiss

Harvey:

You were in the tiny medical closet at his clinic looking for some gauze he had asked you to grab for him so he could restock the drawer

It was taking a moment though so he came to check on you and ultimately the door accidentally shut behind him

It locks from the outside automatically

Harvey is now chest pressed to your back due to the confined space in the closet, hardly enough room for you to try and turn around

“Well hey there doc, whatcha need?”

“The doors locked and maru doesn’t get here for another hour, this wasn’t supposed to happen”

He’s trying not to focus on how warm you feel pressed against him, how perfectly your body fits against his, and how the sudden proximity has his dick stirring in his pants

You’re squinting to see in the dark closet and all but have to stand on your tippy toes to read if the label in front of you reads gauze

“Just as well because this feels like a lost cause, how do you find anything in here?”

Your ass brushes against the growing bulge in his pants and he has to stifle a groan at the contact

“We can find it later, just stay still please”

He’s sounds strained, and then you can feel it pressing into your back

“Harvey, are you hard right now?”

This mans spilling apologies from his lips so quickly

“I’m so sorry this was never meant to happen your just very pretty and being stuck in the little closet with you isn’t helping and-“

You cut him off by bringing a hand around your back and gently grabbing his bulge

“I don’t mind, gives us something to do in the meantime” you would wink at him but you arnt facing him and the rooms dark

“I- are you sure? I want this but I need to know you want this as well”

You’ve been pining after the doctor for like a year and a bit at this point so of-course you want this

“Yes I want this Harvey, touch me, please”

How could he say no when you ask so politely

Sam:

Not so much trapped in a closet together as it is playing seven minutes in heaven at a party Abigale was throwing

You picked his name out of a hat and then got promptly shoved into a very small closet with him

Chest to chest, Harley enough space to breath without feeling his heart beat against you

“We uh, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to”

He’s always considerate of your comfort

“Time starts now! Have fun~” you could hear Abigail’s voice fading away as she walked back down the hallway

“Sooooooooooo, think there’s a light in here orrrrr we just gonna make out in the dark?”

You meant to ease the tension with a little joke but god do you wanna kiss him

He’s taking the dive, hands on either side of your face as he presses his lips to yours

With only a little struggle in the confined space you managed to wrap your arms around his neck

Soon he’s trailing kisses down your neck, leaving little bites here and there just so he can hear the way you try not to whine

Your hands down the front of his jeans slowly stroking him

“Fuck sweetheart, wish we had more time. Wanna take this to your place?”

Yes you do in-fact want to take this to your place

Which is just as well because Abigale is knocking on the closet door to tell you your times up and that you both better have pants on

Elliott:

Had he meant to be stuck in a small crevice in the forest with the farmer directly underneath him? No

But his little outings don’t seem to want to go to plan these days

He does however, appreciate the view of you, underneath him red faced as he tries to find a way to get up that doesn’t involve accidentally standing on you

“Must be exhausting holding yourself up like that, you can lay down I don’t mind a human weighted blanket”

God your adorable

Only lets some of his weight rest on you

“Well, this isn’t the best circumstances but even so you still look absolutely ravishing”

Meant that to be an inside thought but alas, it became an outward thought. He wishes lightning would strike him if that didn’t mean you would also be in harms way

“Well your not half bad yourself handsome, lemme just”

You gently pull his hair back into a ponytail with a hair elastic you keep on your wrist for him

That’s all he needs to lose composure, soon enough y’all are making out in the crevice

Wondering hands and gentle nips across your neck are enough to get small gasps out of you

God you sound amazing he thinks

But he’s not about to bed you in a hole in the ground, he’s more romantic then that

But the moment y’all get out and head back to his beach shack?

Soft gasps turn to moans, hushed whispers turn to loving praises, wondering hands stray further beyond the elastic of your underwear as he shows you just how good he can be with his hands

Sebastian:

You and him went swimming, despite his dislike of the activity he was always willing to go with you

You had wanted to explore a little cave like opening in the stone of the mountains near the lake and he came with you to make sure your good

And that’s how you end up here, stuck pressed against each other in your swimsuits, stuck between two particularly close stone walls

Sebastian’s trying to look anywhere but at you to avoid popping the most awkward boner in existence

“Well this is less then ideal, sorry Sebastian I didn’t think we would get stuck”

You feel a bit bad since you know he’s probably pretty uncomfortable right now

“Th-that’s okay, not your fault”

He has one hand behind your head so you don’t accidentally smack it on the hard rocks, his other hand is on your waist because it felt right to place it there

“Well, atleast the suns setting so you won’t get burnt”

“And we’re basically skin to skin so we probably won’t freeze”

He tried to lighten the mood a bit, it worked since you let out an airy laugh

“Could be worse, atleast I get the hot emo boy to keep me company”

Now he’s blushing, from chest to forehead just red

“You think I’m hot?”

Definitely had a voice crack in that statement but you ignore it much to his prides pleasure

“Absolutely, hottest guy in town”

Your trying to kill him he’s convinced but atleast he’ll die happy

“Fuck baby you can’t just say shit like that while pressed against me”

You can feel his erection pressing into your stomach

“Hmmmmmm maybe I’m prepared for the consequences”

The hand that was on your waist gently wraps around your neck as he pulls you into a heated kiss, tongue exploring the inside of your mouth while you gasp against him

You manage to bring your legs up enough to sort of trap his hips against yours as you grind against him

He moans against your lips before pulling back to trail kisses down your neck, leaving a few hickeys on whatever spots seem particularly sensitive

Meanwhile you’ve pulled his cock out of his swim shorts and lined him up with your cunt, gently rubbing the head through your folds for a moment before grinding your hips down just enough to sheath him inside

“Fuck, so fucking tight around me baby”

You whine into his skin as you hide your face into his neck, he’s gently thrusting into you as much as the little space will allow him to do

One of his hands travels between your body’s to start rubbing little circles on your clit while you fist your hands into his hair

“Shit seb, feels so fucking good”

He whines quietly at your praise as he can feel the knot forming in his stomach, he’s close to cumming but thankfully so are you

“Not gonna last much longer baby, cum with me, yeah? Think you can be a good girl and cum with daddy?”

Your nodding frantically as you start to spasm around him, milking his cock for all its worth

He slams his hips into you once more as deep as he can before filling your warm walls with his cum

Somehow all the movement you guys have done has wedged you free, no longer stuck in a tight spot your heading back to his place for round two

Alex:

You and Alex were exploring the deep woods together because he wanted to know what types of things you do in your day to day

He was not expecting the woods to be full of slimes trying to kill you but ya know, it’s always an adventure with the farmer

That’s how you end up in a small cave pressed against each other while you patch up a small wound on his thigh

“You okay? Your being pretty quiet up there”

He’s trying not to focus on how close to his dick your hands are so he doesn’t get hard

It’s not working very well

“I’m fine, just a little scrape I’m sure it’s okay”

“Yeah but it’s better to take care of it now, don’t want it to get infected”

He knows your right but also your hands brushed by his cock and now he’s got a semi

And it’s hard not to notice especially when it twitches as your hands brush over it again

“Baby, sweetheart, love please, you gotta know what your doing to me”

Your feigning innocence because it’s a little entertaining watching him be so flustered

“Hmmmm i should make sure your not injured anywhere else”

Your hands are on the buttons to his jeans looking at him for permission to pull them down

He knows the game your playing, so he lets you

You’ve got his cock out and your gently stroking your hands up and down his shaft, adjusting the pressure to what gets the best reaction out of him

“Oh fuck sweetheart that’s so good”

He’s putty in your hands

You decide to go for double kill and gently lower your mouth on the tip, sucking lightly while you stroke his shaft

He’s moaning loudly now, one hand in your hair to start bobbing you up and down on his cock

“Shiittt baby gonna lemme cum down your throat yeah? Please”

How could you say no to such a nice request

You relax your throat as best you can and take his whole cock into your mouth at once, he’s cumming in seconds

You pull back and swallow as you smile up at him

He needs like ten minutes to recover but he’s returning the favour twice over

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