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sashiavi · 27 days

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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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alexbrainrot · 7 months

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alex masturbating while thinking of afab farmer (minors dni) // smut

it was past midnight, the only light coming in through his window was from the moon outside. alex lay in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. he couldn’t shake away that feeling, that lust, for you. he couldn’t go to sleep, the restraint in his boxers becoming too much for him, it was starting to ache. he took a deep sigh as he slowly slid down his boxers. his hand wrapped around his already leaking cock as he closed his eyes, imagining what your body would look like naked. he wanted to touch you so badly, his large hands would handle you so well, gripping at every part of you, eliciting moans from your mouth. he could bet that you’d become a whiny mess just from his hands roaming your body alone. how he wished to know what you did on nights like these. how you touched yourself, how you sounded, what you thought of. did you think of him too? he remembered that night you walked in on him exercising in his room and started to pump his cock faster. your cheeks turned bright red and your eyes quickly trailed down his torso and then back up at him, he couldn’t forget. you nearly squeaked when you saw him, he thought it was cute. he wanted so badly to trap you against the wall and kiss you, telling you to touch him all over, however you wanted. he felt hot, he was so close. he was panting now without even realizing it, chasing that blissful feeling. he wished it was your warm cunt clenching around him instead of his hand. maybe one day he’d visit you and end up fucking you behind one of the trees near your farm. his strong hands holding your body up so that you don’t fall, your legs would be shaking. his cum dripping down your leg, but he still wouldn’t be finished. the sound of his hand stroking his cock at a rapid pace was hard to ignore now. he was thankful that his grandparents always slept well and never woke up in the middle of the night. he was fucking his hand with no mercy, thinking of your hands, your pussy, your mouth. with one last hard thrust, his hips stilled, and he let out a shaky “ffuckk”, feeling a wave of pleasure come over his body. thick spurts of cum landed on his abdomen and he stayed there for a few minutes before getting up from his bed to get some tissue. he cleaned himself up and got back in his bed. he was about to go to sleep until his bulge brushed up against one of his pillows and he got hard again. he humped the pillow to sleep, imagining it was you instead.

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junicult · 8 months

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first, i am in absolute love with all ur posts and works—second, could you do headcannons of the bachelors when they get jealous?? could be smutty or sweet literally anything u give is amazing

!! how the bachelors act when they’re jealous

contains ; sfw! established relationships! farmer is noted to be outgoing / social. mostly fluff, but not intended to be fluff. majority of these take place in the city.

note ; i do love man that can get a little jealous. anon i love u ur gassing me up🤭

harvey.

- overthinker ™️

- he’s his own devil on his shoulder.

- no matter what, he’s secure in his relationship. he knows you love him, and he knows you’d never even think about cheating on him.

- he literally remembers every single compliment you give him. he’ll just randomly think of when you told him his mustache looked especially neat one day like months ago, and smile.

- but there’s always that little shadow of doubt that appears every now and then.

- it more commonly happens after you’ve had an argument of some sort.

- he’s not insecure in your very committed relationship by any means, i’m not saying that any little argument he’ll just believe you don’t love him anymore & want to be with someone else.

- i’m just saying there’s always that thought that crosses his mind, and manifests quicker then he can push it away.

- i feel like one of his worst habits is that he needs to be reassured quite often.

- doesn’t have to be major, just an “i love you” will suffice.

- so if you don’t clear the air right away, he accidentally gives himself time to 🥁🥁🥁overthink!

- “i need to finish working, we’ll talk about this later.”and you close the door before you have time to resolve it—it leaves those few hours to be a living hell for him.

- the jealousy doesn’t creep in unless he actually sees it, or hears about it.

- he’s too mature for that.

- his mind doesn’t automatically go to, “she’s cheating on me!” when you talk about another guy or whatever.

- it’s more or less if he hears about him a little too much, or sees the two of you alone together.

- but knowing him he’ll never bring it up.

- he’ll bottle it inside if he feels it’s not worth it.

- or unless he’s given an opportunity 😊

- you’re laughing, wrapping up your day as usual, just talking to each other, “oh, and he made the funniest joke the other day—“

- “he is funny. i didn’t realize you two were friends,” he laughs stiffly, keeping his eyes on the plate of food in front of him.

- “yeah, well, he needed advice on a couple plants he has in his shack, so i helped him out a bit.” you smile innocently, because it really was innocent.

- he pauses mid chew, shooting you a glance.

- “i see…you’ve been in his house?” he clears his throat a little.

- you just blink at him for a second, before you have to purse a smile. “only a couple times. haven’t you?”

- “…yeah. i guess so.”

- u could practically see the thoughts in his mind. he really does go to the worst case scenario.

- you giggle, gently kicking his shoe under the table and leaning in to hold his hand. “aw, don’t do that. you know you’re the only one for me.”

- now he’s able to look at you, even smile. because really that’s how easy it is to clear the air for him.

- well, he might need a kiss or two.

sam.

- ignorance is bliss for this man.

- the longer you two have been together, the more and more oblivious he gets to affection from others.

- especially when u live in a town as small as this one😭😭

- if you two went out of town or something, let’s say for one of his concerts—he literally wouldn’t think the girl that’s flirting so hard with him was even flirting with him. he’d just think she was a rly big fan LMFAO

- which has been the cause of a couple arguments between you two dare i say, but he means well.

- he’s the most secure out of all of them i think.

- when you’re in town, his mind just kinda goes to ‘everyone knows we’re in love so they wouldn’t even try.’

- and he knows you wouldn’t either. it’s not even something he has worried about before.

- he really doesn’t get jealous i think. it’s so unbelievably rare it’d get to the point where he’s actually upset about it.

- he’ll doesn’t think twice when he leaves you and sebastian alone together.

- i think it’s really sweet how much he believes in the two of you.

- i feel like the only reason he’d ever get jealous, is because he finds you’re spending more time with someone else besides him.

- not even a another guy, just a person😭

- like let’s say you’ve just been around vincent a lot, especially since he’s grown so much of a liking to you.

- so every time you come over to see sam, you end up spending time with his little brother instead.

- not even intentionally, it’s just cute to see how excited he gets to see you, and you like hearing the things he has to say,

- “and penny’s teaching us cursive! cool, right?” he grins, showing his handwriting that definitely isn’t intelligible but you still smile and congratulate him instead.

- so you just end up preoccupied with vincent more then you even realize.

- because of this, you entirely miss the way sam’s all uncharacteristically quiet beside you, just watching his little brother take up your time together.

- although he loves to see how close you are with his family, he’s still pouting.

- it isn’t until vincent has to leave for school, or something other, when he’s finally able to get your attention.

- “so you finally have time for me, i see.” he hums, pettiness dripping from his tongue, arms crossed.

- you furrow your brows, mimicking his stance. “i’m sorry?”

- sam isn’t the type to pick a fight out of nowhere. i feel like, for him to actually get angry or upset at something, it’s have to be serious.

- and this just wasn’t serious enough for him to encourage a bad mood, so he merely gives you a side-eyed glance before he unfolds his arms.

- “you know…you’ve just…been a little busy…’tis all…” he looks down at his shirt like he’s all embarrassed.

- “please, are you upset that i was spending time with your brother?”

- “…well not anymore…”

- he can get over it fast. promise you, within minutes he’s all over you, kissing and hugging you like nothing even happened.

shane.

- 😭😭

- similar to harvey in the sense that, he needs to be reassured a lot. (bold and italicized)

- tell him, kiss him, hug him, whatever it is. multiple times a day.

- he trusts you, but he doesn’t trust very many else.

- he knows the other bachelors let out a literal sigh on ur wedding day. he knows they all want u🤷‍♀️

- which, for the most part, makes him feel soooo cocky. he likes knowing the woman everyone wants fell in love with him of all people.

- during festivals, and gatherings at the saloon, he pretty much likes to stay attached at the hip.

- wraps his arm around you, resting at your waist while you’re both having two separate conversations (more like you’re talking and he’s just beside you).

- he gets a little clingy around the guys that he knows are into you.

- he’s gotta show them what they don’t have🤷‍♀️

- it’s kinda funny cus he’s not being subtle at all, and instead of outright bringing it up in front of other people, you’ll give him a slow glance, and he’s just smirking.

- that’s only because you’ve totally brought it up before in private.

- “you know we’re married, right?” you snort, going to tug on the pendant around his neck.

- “hey, that doesn’t stop some guys.”

- “well it stops me. i fell in love with you, not them.”

- he grins when he hears that. “s’true. but you’ve gotta see the way they look at you—“

- “and let them look. doesn’t mean they’ll get anything out of it.”

- he has to admit, he does kinda like knowing they can look but can’t touch—and he gets to do both.

- when he gets jealous, it’s all because someone is spending a little too much time talking to you.

- he’s a tad fragile.

- when he sees one of the guys talking with you, he’ll glance over a couple times, making sure the body language stays casual n stuff.

- last thing he’d want (for you) is to cause a scene.

- but if he were to look over, and you were still talking with the same guy for a while, that’s when he’d start to frown.

- what makes alex so interesting? what’s he got to talk about that’s better then shane?

- he is soooo fucking petty. to the guy that was hitting on you, and you.

- “miss your boyfriend?” after you’ve left and are you’re walking home.

- your expression turns to disgust. “what?”

- “oh i dunno…just, you and alex seemed to have a lot to talk about.”

- “don’t start.”

- “you’re being awfully dismissive—“

- those are the fights you have.

- immature😭😭

- if the argument gets heated, you’ll both probably limit each other to the silent treatment 💀💀

- no matter how stubborn he is, though, he hates not being able to joke with you more.

- eventually he’ll find it unbearable, and he’ll come up to you with a look only he gives you.

- eyes soft, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and resting his chin. “i’m sorry baby, i know i can get pretty jealous. i’ll work on it, okay?”

- he knows you’ve forgiven him when you turn to look him in the eyes, smiling at his affections. “good. you don’t have any reason to be, i promise.”

- and he’s suddenly the luckiest man in the world when you cup your hand around his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss he’ll never fail to melt into.

sebastian.

- he gets jealous. lol.

- it’s definitely his worst trait, because yes he trusts you, but he still might think you’re doing the wrong.

- you’re way more social then him, that’s a fact.

- you talk to people every day that he hasn’t even spoken with in months. he’s always just a little on edge.

- that cloud of doubt always tells him you can do better, he doesn’t deserve you. but you’re good at reassuring him, so it makes it easier.

- not to say his jealousy doesn’t get a little annoying.

- at the start of your relationship, it probably made u roll ur eyes a little lmfao

- ur casually talking to sam, literally just listening to whatever he’s rambling about, and sebastian’s nearby with a frown on his face.

- “what were you guys talking about? should i be worried?” he crosses his arms when you walk towards him.

- as if sam would even think to do that to his best friend.

- honestly, the best way to get him to realize it would be to lay it on thick.

- “stop it, your overthinking is exhausting the both of us. you need to get better with that, or this won’t work out.”

- he might be a little upset at your bluntness, but pretty soon he’ll come around. you have a point, and he realizes that.

- so afterwards he’ll tone it down.

- he still has moments where he gets a little tense if you’re giving guys gifts, or talking to them for a while during festivals and things—but he knows it’s just your personality.

- you’re not even flirting, and if they would, you knew to shut it down.

- once he got better at controlling it, you guys thrived. cus really, that’s the only thing you guys would argue about.

- i don’t think he likes pda.

- like, at all.

- but you guys have a little routine when you’re in public to reassure him.

- if he’s standing next to you, not mingling because his social battery is out, & he doesn’t want to interrupt the conversation you’re having,

- it’s with a guy, but he’s been with you long enough to not get upset over the little things,

- you’ll just reach out, and give his hand a little squeeze to reassure him you’re still with him (if that makes sense.)

- like, yes you’re focused on the conversation you’re having, but you’re still thinking about him in the back of your mind, so you want to silently show that everything’s fine.

- after years of dating, and when ur married, his thoughts of jealousy pretty much go away.

- despite you being the only person he spends time with on a daily basis, he trusts you at this point. he should’ve from the very beginning, and he definitely feels guilty about it every once in a while.

- but now he understands you don’t give him any reason to feel jealous.

- just talking to someone doesn’t mean you’re intending to cheat on ur partner.

- he’s a bit stubborn, although i think it’s sweet to think he’s given you a heartfelt apology about it.

- “i’m sorry for not trusting you. i know you love me, and i love you too.” with a little kiss on the cheek.

alex.

- he doesn’t really get jealous.

-…if anything, i feel like it’d be the other way around.

- his ego is skyrocketed😭😭 he thinks very highly of himself, and yes that’s a good thing, but omfg can it be so annoying.

- don’t get me wrong, he thinks very highly of you as well. sometimes he thinks you’re too good for him, honestly.

- but when you’re both out together, he kinda loves when he looks over to see some guy trying to talk you up.

- he’s not insecure in the slightest. he’d be devastated if you did cheat, but with his ego he just kinda thinks it’d be your loss LMFAO.

- what makes it even better is when you have a little scowl on your face, leaning away and dismissing the stranger to go find him.

- don’t get me wrong tho, he’ll always step in if he sees someone overstepping boundaries.

- anyways, when it comes to whenever you guys are together in town, he’s touchy.

- he does not fear pda😭😭

- he’ll be all up on you if you’d let him. he loves letting everyone know you’re in a relationship.

- so he’s not even given any opportunity to get jealous.

- i’m serious. if you guys go out somewhere together, for example a gridball game he invited you to, he’s not leaving your side in general.

- but while you’re still trying to find your seats, you end up sitting next to a guy that’s clearly checking you out.

- “is this seat taken?” you ask, purely out of politeness before sitting down, and it’s obvious that this stranger is excited you’re sitting next to him.

- and if alex sees the small smirk on his face, he’s instantly swinging his arm around you, speaking loud enough to turn a couple heads, “these are great seats babe! we can see everything!” and pressing a kiss to your temple.

- throughout the rest of the game, the stranger keeps finding chances to say a few things to you, all of which has alex involving himself in your conversations.

- trust me, he’s making a grand show of how you’re not single.

- leaving his arm around your shoulders the entire time, kissing you and your cheek.

- and after the team scores, he’s pulling you close after cheering, speaking loud enough for the guy to hear, “you’re their good luck charm, baby!”

- he’s full of one liners like that the entire night, each of which make you roll your eyes.

- “i know what you’re doing,” you tease, despite not doing / saying anything to stop him cus…honestly it’s so attractive how much he’ll fight for you.

- he just smirks, tossing a couple pieces of popcorn into his mouth, “oh, you love it.”

- and that you do.

elliott.

- he’s also not the type to get jealous.

- or well, he doesn’t let it get to his head.

- his communication is too perfect.

- he’s not fragile enough to pout if you’re just talking to another guy. i think what he likes most about you is how welcoming you are.

- you’ll talk to anyone and everyone, and he definitely admires that about you.

- which is why i don’t think he’d think twice if he saw you talking with one of the other bachelors. you’re just striking conversation, getting to know everyone a little more.

- even then, you always tell him about it when you’re recapping your day.

- “oh, and then i dropped off one of the items shane requested today, got a nice chunk of change for that—“

- there’s nothing he needs to be jealous about. you’ve made it clear, and so has he.

- now being protective…that’s another story.

- he’s the perfect amount of protective.

- in general, he doesn’t look very intimidating. but he tries his best to make you feel secure if you’re out in public, and a guy keeps hitting on you.

- he knows you can handle yourself…i mean, ur the one who carries around a sword the majority of the time lmfao.

- but if it ever gets to the point where you’ve repeatedly shown disinterest, yet the guy won’t let up, he can step in.

- he’s so casual about it, swooping in by your side, sliding his arm around your waist.

- “you ready to go, honey? i called us a cab,” and he won’t even address the guy at all.

- “hey, we were in the middle of a conversation?”

- then he turns to him, gives him a bored once-over, before shrugging, “i don’t really think she wanted to talk to you, anyways.”

- whether the guy wants to press further is his own problem, because he’s hardly paying attention to what he’s trying to say.

- once you’re out of earshot and he’s finally let you go, he tugs you closer.

- “i’m glad you’re okay. sorry he wouldn’t leave you alone.”

- he’s so sweet you can’t help but smile, “don’t worry about it. thank you.” and he’s kissing your cheek, before actually hailing a cab.

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deepestnightcolor · 2 months

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☾ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏʀᴋ ☽

ᴀ/ɴ: My exams are over and I decided it was time for Alex being messed with and absolutely adore you all the same. So here you go, new smut.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Alex (SDV) x Reader (afab)

ᴡᴄ: 6120 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Slight exhibitionism (you are on the front porch of the house), cowgirl position, mentions of oral sex, petting, loads of drool, petnames, name calling, teasing, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, marking up.

Alex’ routine was like clockwork. Every morning at 6AM, the man woke up, threw on some shorts and a loose black tank-top, before putting on his trainers and stretching his muscles thoroughly. At 6:15 AM, Alex left the house, shutting the door behind him quietly and stretching his spine once more before he started off with a light jog. His legs picked up the pace almost automatically the further he left his home behind, feet drumming on the ground to the beat of the music that blared through his headphones. At around 6:45 AM he had reached the top of the mountain, passing by the emo’s (as he affectionately called him) house and made his way back down, using the backwoods and usually crossing your farmland to get down to Marnie’s ranch, taking a right turn and finding his way home at 7:15 AM. So, every morning at 6:55AM, Alex passed your farmhouse with a fast-paced step and sweat covering his forehead. What he wasn’t really aware of: someone else in this town was like clockwork – you. And you did notice his routine.

It all started as something completely innocent, really. You wanted to know how long it would take Alex to actually notice you. Whenever you knew Alex was approaching the farm, you did your best to step on to the porch and attempted to get his attention. What you didn’t expect was for it to be so hard. It was like the man was wearing blinders; he looked straight forward, breathing laboured as he tried to keep up his fast pace every day. His body was working hard, muscles flexing with each and every move, sweat trickling down his tanned skin, and cheeks tainted with a hint of red. He was so incredibly, unfairly hot. And it took him four whole days of you stepping on the front porch as he jogged past to finally catch glimpse of you out of the corner of his eyes. Immediately, a small smile lightened up his face and he lifted his hand in friendly acknowledgement as he strutted past. The next day, he seemed to look over as if to check if you were standing there, and of course you were. Standing there, elbows propped up on the railing of your stairs and looking at his body being pushed to its limits. Yet again Alex smiled at you, lifting his hand, this time around wiggling his fingers at you, but when he saw your eyes linger on his flexed biceps, the smile turned into a grin, and he had the sheer audacity to call you out on your staring by winking at you. And that was when you decided to start a little experiment. From that day on you brought a yoga mat with you whenever you entered your porch. At exactly 6:45, you would spread it out on the ground and sit down on it, beginning to stretch your legs and arms for your next moves. If your experiment failed, you could at least be proud of some gained fitness skills, you figured. Your yoga sessions started innocent enough as well – doing exercises like “The Tree” and giving Alex a bright smile when he passed the first time of you doing yoga. This man was friendly enough to hold up his thumbs, as if he approved your newfound hobby. Not that you needed it. But you wanted to get him used to seeing you do yoga at first, after all, you had a little theory – you were sure Alex was so focused on his run that it would take him ages for him to take of note the fact that you were messing with him.

You followed simple yoga instructions for the first few days, coaxing Alex into the new sight. Waving at him each morning with a sweet smile on your plump lips and returning the appraising nod that he had begun to give you. After day three, however, you finally decided to truly start messing with him. It started out subtly; first your shirt grew shorter by the day until the only thing covering your chest was a sports bra. Then your yoga pants slowly hiked up your strong legs, the long ones being replaced by some shorts you had ordered for this sole reason. It took you standing on the porch in your purple sports bra and some matching shorts that barely reached your mid-thighs to notice a change in Alex’ behaviour. It was faint; you wouldn’t have caught it if you hadn’t been watching him like a hawk. When he passed you doing your yoga pose, he gave his usual smile and wave, and you were about to be disappointed when you saw him do a double-take, his pace slowing ever so slightly. His green eyes ran over your body, face scrunching up momentarily as if he was thinking, yet he never stopped running. When he noticed you cocking your brow, he pointed up his thumb and gave an awkward smile before quickly turning around and returning to the speed he had been holding up before. It made you feel all giddy inside that your plan was seemingly working, the thoughtful look on his face had been one mixed with confusion; he had probably wondered if you had always been wearing so little.

Sure, this plan needed patience, loads of it, even. But the look on his face; the way he had slowed his pace just to shamelessly look at you, the way his breathing pattern had changed – all of it was rewarding to you. And it kept rewarding you the following days. Alex was still behaving the same when he passed you, waving or praising you working out with a silent gesture, but now you could feel his eyes lingering. Trailing down your body, taking in the tank top and the yoga pants you were wearing, and you saw confusion in his eyes whenever you caught them. Of course, you were a little brat. Playing with his head seemed so much fun to you, so you had decided to reverse back to your former attire, leaving him to wonder. Had he truly seen you break your routine by wearing such a skimpy outfit like you had just days before, or did he just imagine it? You decided to leave him alone to figure that one out, allowing his eyes to look you up and down each morning.

One morning you had worked up quite some sweat and lifted up your top to wipe some of it from your brows, revealing the purple sports bra that was hiding underneath. It wasn’t planned at all, but it was perfectly timed. Alex trotted past your porch like every morning, looking to his side to greet you silently, but instead of seeing you propped up in a yoga pose – which grew more confident each workout – he was met with exposed skin and a purple sports bra. The sight of it caught him by such surprise that he tripped over his own feet and stumbled, only barely catching himself. He cleared his throat awkwardly and gave you a shy grin, before quickly jogging down the dirt path again. All things considered; how could you not mess with this pretty little thing? You had tasted blood now, and it was time to take it up a notch, because as fun as this was, your patience was running absolutely thin.

It was a little risky. Okay, maybe it was very risky. But you wanted to know how close Alex was actually paying attention now that you had given him the sweet security of routine once more; wearing the same clothes every day, even doing the same poses every day. Giving him absolutely nothing to gawk at, except you stretching your body. The two of you were communicating silently now, asking how you were by using hand signals, nodding at each other’s gains and accomplishments. Though it was time for Alex’ hands to finally land on you.

His stamina had always been something that impressed you, but by Yoba, you had always adored Alex. The way he was working himself to exhaustion just to stand up straight with a smile. The way he checked up on you oh so casually every now and then, mentioning things that were rarely ever noticed. “Hey, farmer. I saw you ride around your horse yesterday. Did you get new breeches?” or “Yo, farmer. Saw you going to Gunther’s. Found a new book?”. You absolutely adored how he was talking to his dog; you found yourself happy when he sent you pictures of things he had been doing that day that he found interesting enough to share. However, you never really were able to get out of your comfort zone and actually tell him. All you knew to do was to show your interest in him, admittedly with quite bold actions. Actions that definitely didn’t match your shyness about using your words. But here you were, in the downward dog position, without any pants or panties to cover your bare ass or cunt. The only piece of clothing offering your body any sort of cover now was your sports bra hugging your tits nicely, keeping them from bouncing uncomfortably when you moved. While you held your pose, doubts started to flood your mind. What if today was the first day Alex wouldn’t come by? What if someone else came by before Alex? What if Alex didn’t even notice and you exposed your sweet cunt to the crisp morning air for absolutely nothing? Or even worse… What if he didn’t find you attractive at all, but weird as hell and would hurry to get away from you?

Maybe this was a stupid idea after all. You had played around with him this far and it had all worked well, maybe it was time to stop now? Untouched, but also unscathed. About to push yourself up to hurry inside and regret every life choice you have ever made, you suddenly heard steps coming towards you, and they were coming towards you quick. You lifted your head and saw Alex look over at you, making you smile at him carefully, almost shyly. Your face was red, if from the embarrassment you felt right now or from the downward position you were holding, you didn’t know. Alex smiled and nodded, jogging past happily, making your heart drop. In disbelief, you watched him jog down the path, and with his steady but fast speed, he soon was close to being out of sight. You couldn’t believe it. He had almost stumbled when he noticed a fucking bra, and now you were stretching out your receptive ass and pussy, and all you got was a smile? You sighed, red spots forming all over your cleavage and neck because of the shame, when you suddenly saw Alex’ silhouette come to an abrupt stop at the border of your farmland, even raising some dust. Blinking, you squinted your eyes to see what he was doing, but that wasn’t necessary. He turned around and suddenly sprinted towards you. Alex was fast – he always had been, but now he seemingly moved inhumanely fast. You couldn’t even blink before he was standing in front of you, having you look up at him with your mouth slightly agape. Alex’ chest was heaving and falling quickly, beads of sweat running down his forehead, tracing his cheeks and dripping down on his chest. His eyes were staring at you, your face, your back, your ass, and you swore you could see him drag his tongue over his lip before catching it between his set of pearly whites. “So that’s how you do yoga, huh?” He asked, setting his left foot on the step of your porch, but he hesitated. Letting his eyes drag over your body once more, the steady breathing pattern he usually adapted when running in complete disarray. “I read n-naked yoga is…uhm…quite beneficial,” you stammered, not able to keep your position and finally dropping to your knees, which caused Alex’ right eye to twitch, his muscular form now towering over you. “I see. And how long have you known that I pass by your farm around this time?” “…Four weeks?” Alex hummed, slowly stepping up on the porch. He was now directly in front of you. You could practically smell him; your nose would have brushed his pubic bone if you had leaned forward the tiniest bit. “Mhm…So…,” he began, quite obviously enjoying the position the two of you were in. Alex had always had a thing for a good size difference, and you looked so tiny beneath him. So easy to take… You swallowed thickly, your eyes slowly wandering down his body to take in how the black tank top clung to his muscular frame, down to his green basketball shorts, choking on your very own breath when you saw the bulge that was outlined by the soft fabric. Alex opened his mouth to add something to his started sentence, but his tongue betrayed him when he felt your lips press against his very obvious erection.

He swore he had never felt this strained in his life before; every single muscle in his body was pulling towards you, burning for you. He had always found you so pretty, never understanding Hayley’s rants about you liking to be dirty. Quite the opposite; he found it astounding that you were able to push yourself so far each and every day, to really take matters into your own hand. Just like you were doing now. And by Yoba, he could have dropped onto the ground and worshipped you for it - He had to steady himself on the railing, the feeling of your lips kissing up and down his clothed shaft pushing him so far towards the edge that he had to focus on not cumming on the spot. That would be terribly embarrassing now, right? Your lips bullied pre out of him without even really trying; and if you had told him to walk now, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t even have known how to do that. “Fuck,” he breathed, his hand reaching out, but stopping short of your head, “can I?” You let out a groan against his clothed shaft, batting your lashes at him. “Alex, I am sitting in front of you almost completely naked, kissing your cock. What do you think?” Immediately after you had formed the sentence, you felt embarrassed and shy. You cleared your throat and shifted around your yoga mat carefully, rubbing your neck that was covered in red. “I mean… Only if you want to.” A dry chuckle sounded in your ears, and it sounded almost as if he was ridiculing you and your small form beneath him, but when you felt his fingers carefully push strands of hair out of your face before wandering down your chin to lift your head, you knew Alex was mirroring the lust you were feeling in this very moment. “Well, it would only be fair if I didn’t wear any pants either then, right?” His thumbs hooked under the waistband of his shorts before he began to pull them down slowly. Your eyes were glued to his crotch, your mouth completely dry. You could feel yourself beginning to leak, slick wet dribbling from your lips just from looking at him. Alex slowly began revealing his happy trail and V-Line, both pointing to what you were so desperately craving. But he was moving so, so slow. Exposing his skin centimetre by centimetre, driving you absolutely crazy. You tried to reach out your hands, but a larger one wrapped around your wrists, holding them in place. “Ah-Ah,” he cooed, but the tremble in his voice gave him away. Still, you were firmly held in place, only able to watch and wait. A soft whimper left you involuntarily when you finally could make out parts of his cock, the moan that you rasped low as you saw it slap against his stomach. It was so pretty; thick and long with a reddening tip, which was already slicked up by pre-cum. Veins were running along the shaft, pulsating slightly with need – need for you. You swore you could have cried for him. You had dreamed of him fucking you since the day you had first seen him jog past, your slight crush turning into full blown lust mixed with affection. Touching yourself inappropriately under the covers while imagining it to be Alex, desperately humping pillows as moans of his names left your lips, sucking on your dildo before fucking yourself with it, hoping Alex would feel like your favourite toy.

This, however – this was much better than your mind could have ever imagined and it made both your mouth and your pussy drool. “Can’t speak anymore?” Alex asked, almost cockily as he gripped the base of his shaft, slowly letting his fist move up, thumb rubbing over the tip to further coat it with pre. A shivering breath left him and seemingly went straight to your cunt. Alex looked down at you with awe; you looked so perfectly sweet still, even though even though your body language painted a different picture. He was pretty sure he would be able to ruin you, and Yoba, how he wanted to. How often had he moaned your name into his pillow while fisting his dick mercilessly? How often had he imagined you sucking him off? How often had he seen you cockwarm him while he was bench pressing? And now, now you were sitting in front of him. All cute and innocent, half naked for him already and thirsting for his dick. An absolute meal if anyone were to ask him.

“Want a real taste now?” He murmured, hand letting go of your wrists and tracing his finger through your hair once more, bunching it up carefully. He didn’t even have to guide you; your mouth was pressed against his cock quicker than he could have ordered anyway. You desperately pressed your tongue against him, licking from the base to the tip, swirling your tongue around him and sucking up whatever drop of pre-cum he had to offer. Alex’ head lulled back, his hand reaching out to steady himself on the railing again. Holy shit, he could have never imagined something this good. Your pretty, plush lips ghosting over his sensitive skin, your warm tongue darting out to kitten lick him, and by Yoba, the way you suckled on his tip and pulled your head back. His knees buckled, your hands finding their place on his muscular thighs being of no real help. Alex looked down at you, and the view he got sent shocks straight to both his heart and dick. You sat on your knees, hands holding on his thighs as if you desperately needed the support, your lips wrapped around the tip of his penis and your eyes closed as you began to move your head over his shaft. Slowly at first, but soon picking up the pace, hollowing in your cheeks to create a smug fit. A look of utmost joy and need was sprawled across your face, and your hips rutted back and forth as if you were riding him already. When the brunet looked closely, he could see droplets of wetness on the surface of the yoga mat; and that was too much for him. He wanted this. He wanted you; and even though your mouth felt heavenly already, and the thought of being met with the cold air on the wet of his dick already killed him, but still. He used his gentle grip on your hair to pull you away from his throbbing cock, the tip now bright red and his balls tightening towards his body. You had him wrapped around your finger already, and he was pretty sure that you hadn’t even gotten started yet. Alex was sure he wouldn’t ever be able to enjoy something as much as he enjoyed you if he crossed this line now, but he needed you. His whole body would evaporate if he couldn’t have you now.

Your lips disconnected from his cock with a small ‘pop’, a string of saliva mixed with his fluids still connecting the two of you. But by now he needed more. Alex dropped on his knees in front of you, looking into your eyes before he gripped your face with both of his big hands, pulling you into a deep kiss. Your lips connected with a smacking sound, and both of you had to moan, trying to release some of the pent-up tension in some way, any way. His hands began to move from your face as his tongue sneaked into your mouth, tangling his with yours, licking over it, savouring the taste of you mixed with his own. Your hearts were pounding in your chests, and each of you were sure the other could hear it, but none of you found the strength to care. Alex’ fingers began wandering, down your neck, to your breasts. He squeezed them through the fabric of your tight bra, but that only soothed him for a moment. One hand travelled to your back, unclasping the bra with surprisingly skilled fingers, allowing your tits to finally bounce free. You had to pull away for a second to gasp for air, an opportunity well used by Alex. He kissed your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, leaving marks and spots as a proof that this was happening – maybe so you couldn’t mess with his head later on, maybe because he just craved you to have them. You didn’t know. You enjoyed. Small moans and gasps left you, your hips grinding back and forth yet again to try and gain desperately needed fiction while Alex teased your collar bones. “Look at these pretty, pretty tits. Fuck, how could you ever hide them from me?” He cupped them with his hands, thumbs rolling over the perky buds, pulling them back and flicking them. “Look at how nice they look in my hands, princess. Absolutely perfect. Just like you,” he whispered, pressing another wet kiss to your lips and then bowing his head as if to worship you and only you. He swallowed thickly, his tongue darting out just like yours had done before, licking a fat stripe over your left nipple. Your head lulled back as you felt the warmth of his mouth around it, your legs quivering momentarily. If Alex felt this good teasing you, you couldn’t imagine how good he felt inside of you. “So pretty,” Alex breathed again, eyes flicking up to your face and then to your ever grinding hips.

A cocky smile appeared on his lips, the hand that had cupped your breasts leaving it and slowly dancing down your stomach. Ghosts of his fingertips lingered on your skin as he made his way downward, mouth finding your other nipple. His tongue flicked it, pressed down on it and then he suckled on it, making the world fade in front of your very eyes, the only thing you could focus on being Alex. You felt all hot and warm, heat mixing with white, need mixing with despair and fulfillment at the same time. Then you felt a lightning bolt go through you as Alex’ finger had found your pretty little clit. His thumb pressed down, while his index finger wandered to your dripping hole, collecting wetness before letting it trace through your folds again, coating your clit. “So wet for me already, huh, baby? Do you need me that badly?” He whispered against your breast, carefully gripping it between his teeth, having you whimper loudly. Your upper body was covered in marks and saliva now, and you hadn’t ever felt prettier than you did now, with Alex seemingly all over you and teasing you about how wet you were for him already in hushed tones. You swallowed thickly, trying to answer him, however, the feeling of Alex’ thumb picking up the pace against the bundle of nerves didn’t allow for anything else than you swallowing your spit again. Your head was tilted back, your legs twitching involuntarily. His lips were pressed against your throat now, tongue licking up to your chin while one hand massaged your breast, the other still relentlessly bullying your clit. He rubbed your clit fast to build up more arousal, just to slow down again to leave you with a lingering feeling of pent-up arousal. His index finger kept sliding down to your hole, dipping in just ever so slightly, but never entering you fully, teasing you just how you had teased him. But by Yoba, Alex was suffering. Not plunging himself inside of you was torture; like pushing a boulder up a steep mountain. The way your sweet little pussy felt against his fingertips made his heart pound harder than he had deemed humanly possible, and his cock was still drooling for you. And the sounds you were giving him. Oh, the sounds. He was sure they were bis favourite song now, that he would never hear anything so beautiful again. However, the way you said his name when he began to pick up his pace on you’re the puffy bundle of nerves beneath his finger tip proved him wrong. His cock twitched dangerously, his balls tightening yet again. He could have come untouched by the sole sound of you moaning his name in a lewd position like this; with your head completely tilted back, legs spread for him to have better access to your cunt. He wanted to cry, to cry and laugh. But more importantly, he wanted to have you. In every possible way.

He had to stop for a moment, just to hold onto you, feel the silk of your skin against his, but before he knew it, he had pulled you on his lap, his body acting on his own. Your wetness was pressing against his thigh now, your tits against his pecs. Yet again his dick twitched violently, only now you could feel it. “Can I ride you?” “Ca you ride me?” You looked at each other, laughing about the fact that the two of you had had the same idea at the same time. Alex leaned back against the railing, adjusting his thighs to help you settle comfortably. Your hands reached out almost carefully to touch his shoulders, steadying yourself as you lifted your hips. The male gripped the base of his shaft, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt your wet entrance against him. You moaned quietly, licking your lips. This was going to be so good, and you knew it. You allowed your hips to press down slowly, only to hear Alex ramble. “Hold on, hold on, hold on.” You looked at him with wide, begging eyes, confusion rippling through you. Had you done something wrong? Alex had his neck craned back, staring at the sky. He tried to hold back the tears that had started to well up in his eyes and threatened to spill from this feeling added to the pile that had already been growing in his stomach, his fingertips roughly pressing into your side, sure to leave marks come the next morning. He was fighting; fighting with every ounce of his being not to fill you up with only his tip inside of you. But your walls sucked him off so well already and having felt you against him now – he was intoxicated. Drunk on you. “Alex?” You asked, shifting as if you were about to get off, causing another hiss to strain from him. Whatever bit of self-control Alex had carried within him up to this point – it was gone. Forced into defeat and ripped to shreds. His green eyes found yours, glazed over and yet so full of affection. “Ale-eeeeex,” you gasped, feeling him slowly buck his hips upwards, entering your cunt carefully. His jaw clenched, using your hips as leverage to pull you down and flush again him. Both of your mouths hung open upon feeling each other for the first time. Alex could have sworn that an angel was sitting on his lap, but he quickly changed his mind; no angel could feel, no be, as heavenly as you. Your walls clenched around him, just to relax and clench around him again. It was as if you were trying to milk him already, and he was pretty sure you could make him cum by just cockwarming him like this, which was deeply embarrassing in itself, but he couldn’t have cared less.

Yet he wouldn’t reach his peak just from being cockwarmed because you needed more. This felt too good as to not want more, you decided. You slowly lifted your hips before allowing yourself to slide down again. “Alex,” you whimpered, your eyes squeezed shut tightly. You certainly were no virgin, nor were you inexperienced, but never had you felt like this. It was like Alex’ cock was a perfect fit that also could tear you apart any second. You were certain you could never let his dick slip out of you again, or you would forever feel empty. “Alex, fuck, never…had…dick this good,” you moaned, your hands running through his chestnut brown hair, pulling on some ends that you could catch while strands slipped through your fingers. Alex, meanwhile, was completely fucked out. He was absolutely pussy-drunk. Your walls were clenching him in all the right places, and the way your cunt squelched in protest whenever you lifted your hips made his heart pound. He couldn’t take his eyes away from where your bodies connected, scared he would wake up and figure out this was all a dream if he did. Moans and hisses left his lips, which he in no way tried to mask. He didn’t give a damn if anyone was to come by and hear him having you ride him like the absolute goddess you were. Besides, even if he did attempt to stay quiet, you moaned loud enough for the two of you. When he felt your tugging on his hair, his eyes briefly flicked up to you. You grinned down at him breathlessly, your eyes glazed over and beads of sweat caught in your brows. Face all pretty and innocent, but carrying such a perverted, dirty fuck-drunken smile. He couldn’t take it anymore. He just couldn’t. You gasped when you felt Alex shift beneath you, the man planting both of his feet flat on the ground, using his grip on your hips to pull you down against him. Your eyes rolled back in your head, the new angle making him push even deeper than before, yet Alex had only been getting started. He adjusted his hips, making sure to keep you flush against him before he pistoned his hips upwards. “Fuck wha-“ You cried out, but were unable to finish the sentence, Alex’ cock fucking into you taking up all your attention and concentration. You weren’t even able to close your mouth anymore as the man beneath you fucked into you as if you were his – his little toy, his little perfect lover, his.

With each smack of skin against skin he marked you as his and his alone, and you proved him right by moaning out his name in the air, letting everyone know who was fucking you right. The brunet used your hips for his advantage, rocking you back and forth a little while bullying his length inside of you, his whole body trembling with the orgasm that was approaching him. He couldn’t help himself, really. How should he? You were taking his cock like an absolute fucking goddess, and your tits were bouncing in his face so nicely. One of his hands gripped your ass, digging his nails into it and straining a moan from your swollen lips. He wanted to mark you more, make everyone know you are his by just looking at you. He opened his hand, holding the palm of it flat beneath your ass, smacking it whenever he pulled you down. The moans you gave him urged him on, giving him the confidence to give your ass a few good smacks, the shape of his hand slowly swelling on the pale skin. The gushes of wet were a testimonial to how much you loved this, and he did, too. Yet still, he couldn’t get enough. Especially not of the look that was painted on your face. You still hadn’t managed to close your mouth; drool was dribbling down from the corner of it and dripped down, mixing with the sweat that covered your chest. You looked completely fucked out, as if you were chanting his name in without using your voice. “You like this, my little slut? Huh? I l-love it.” Love was an understatement for this. He lived this. He wanted this engraved in his brain, he wanted this to haunt him like a ghost. One of his hands left your hip and found its way to where your bodies became one, pressing the pad of his thumb against your clit again to rub quick circles into it. The clenching and spasming of your cunt told him everything that you weren’t able to speak out anymore. The squelching sounds that you made whenever his hips fucked into you even more so, his body aching for the sweet release both of you were chasing.

“You gonna cum for me, ye-yes, baby? ‘m gonna cum, too. Gonna take my load like a good girl, m’yes? Gotta make you mine,” He panted the knot in his stomach only growing tighter. The faint nod you gave him, was enough to spur him on once more. He was an athlete, after all. Always pushing his limits just a little further, and today, he was going to do the same with you. He fucked up into you with fast, deep movements, his thumb rubbing your clit even after you tried to struggle away, a shaky, high-pitched gasp of his name leaving you. Your toes curled and your cunt spasmed yet again, clenching around him as if to ensure that he’d never leave. And Alex tried, he really tried to fuck you through your orgasm before he finally reached his own, but with the look you gave him with those tear filled eyes that basically begged him to fill you up, he couldn’t. His nails dug into your hips, his own toes curling as his hips snapped upwards once more, he held you down hard as the knot finally exploded, hot white washing over him, as spurts of his semen were released in you. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he had gone blind, but still, his hips thrusted a few more times before stuttering and then finally halting completely. Slowly, he could make out some stars, then he saw your features again. You looked absolutely ruined. Tears had left streaks on your face, your lower lip was trembling and wet with spit, and every single feature betrayed you by telling about the orgasm that you had just had. Alex was still panting himself, unable to feel anything but his dick buried inside of your clenching pussy and the wetness that drenched his crotch. You slowly dropped your head against his chest, which the brunette cradled almost immediately, raking his slender fingers through your hair. The two of you sat in silence for a while, listening to your heavy breathing and your pounding hearts. You couldn’t bring yourself to get off of him just yet, you didn’t want to lose this feeling right away. Your lover beneath you seemed to feel similarly, his strong arms holding you close, hips still pressing upwards ever so slightly as if to keep his cum deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” he whispered after a while, eyes falling close. “Mh?” you murmured, your own eyes quite heavy. “That was amazing. Are you sure you are no goddess?” “Mhmmmm…” You snuggled closer to him, too weak to lift up your arms to hug him back. “But I’ve got another question.” “Mhm?” You murmured, finding the strength within yourself to look up at him. “This wasn’t a plan to get me to fuck you, was it?” You rolled your eyes at him with a chuckle, resting your head back against the chest that made you feel so secure. “No, it was a plan to get you to fuck and date me.” There was silence for a moment, making your heart skip a beat. Was that too blunt? Maybe this was a one-time thing for Alex. However, a soft kiss pressed to your head soothed your nerves. “Then it worked.”

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babiebom · 6 months

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Hey brother, I am humbly requesting a SDV Sam (or Alex) fic about the harvest festival & the fortune teller. I just think it’s a cute idea to see what the fortune teller says to Sam before/after meeting the farmer

A/N: this is such a cute idea!! Since this is more of a one shot request I can do both on this post? Hopefully by the time you see this it isn’t too far into the future!! Hopefully you enjoy how I wrote this!! Sorry it took a little while!

Genre:oneshot, fluff, some angst.

Tw:mention of death, mention of depression/insecurities, cursing, 2 mentions of the war that goes on in the game.

Wc: 0.5k for Alex / 0.5k for Sam

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Alex

Alex was never one to go visit the fortune teller. He simply doesn’t really believe in magic, or the ability to see the future. Sure, there was the weird wizard that lived near the forest, and the monsters that live in the caves, but those were just outliers and didn’t have anything to do with the general population. The first and only time he went to it as an adult, was with Haley. He hated his fortune then, it tore down all his dreams and put him into an even more insecure place than he was in before.

No mom, no dad, and aging grandparents and now the woman in the tent is telling him that his current girlfriend isn’t his soulmate or the one he will end up with, and they’re saying his gridball career won’t take off and he’s going to end up in Pelican Town for the rest of his life? Actual dogshit.

It’s his own fault that he asked in the first place, he thinks. Haley wasn’t too mad with her fortune, and she didn’t seemed all that torn up about the fortune teller saying they weren’t meant for each other. It just pissed him off even more. Did this mean they were going to break up? Should they? Did he even have to listen or believe the fortune teller? It was probably just bullshit anyways, a scam to get idiots to spend more money to find out their future because she scared them. He’s never doing the stupid fortune thing again!

“Let’s do the fortune teller!” Your eyes are shining so brightly with excitement that he can’t say no. Obviously he hates the damned scam, and he didn’t have to agree but he liked you too much to disagree with visiting the woman one last time.

You shove him inside first, already looking through your backpack for your coin bag. “You go first.”

He swallows and steps up to the woman, glaring at her openly. She makes no move to react to his obvious discontent, instead waiting for him to dish out money so she could say something else to crush his hopes and dreams. At least you’re in here with him to hear what actual bullshit this is…you’re kicked out of the tent while he’s getting his fortune read.

“Hmm…I see you in the town’s square…it looks like you’re receiving a mermaid pendant. Looks like someone wants to marry you!”

“Marriage? To who?” He hopes that it’s you. You weren’t really in a relationship right now, but he does hope that it’s you giving him that pendant.

“Hmm…you’re watching a gridball match with the other guys in town…looks fun! It seems like you’ve brought everyone together.”

“The crystal ball has moved on…I see you and the farmer. You’re laughing together on the beach, looks like you’re holding a ball. The way you’re going it looks like you two are quite close! Ah…the crystal ball has gone dim. That’s all I can do for you, young one.”

Stepping out of the tent, Alex somehow feels better. He’s going to get married at some point, and you and him are going to be on good terms for a while. Maybe the fortune teller isn’t totally uncool.

Sam

The fortune teller was one of the creepiest attractions of the fair to Sam by far. Magic was something that he thought was cool, inspiring even, but that doesn’t mean he wants anything to do with it. Him, Abigail, and Sebastian get their fortunes read every single year, paying attention to whatever has changed, what has and hasn’t come true. It’s fun and sometimes a little scary when things turn out how the fortune teller said it would.

Abigail liked it the most out of the three. The year before he meets you is the first time in a while that his fortune had changed. The woman had said specifically that “someone was coming to the valley that would bring the budding success of his music.” All he really heard then was that his music career was going to take off at some point, and that’s all he really needed to keep working towards his goal.

You hold his arm tightly as you walk around the fair along with Abigail and Sebastian. It’s your first fair since you’ve come to Pelican Town, and Sam is all too willing to show you around. Besides, Pierre was probably going to win the stupid competition, again, and he wanted to be able to support you closely. Not because he has a crush or anything (he does), he’s just a good friend! “We should show the Farmer the fortune teller! See if they get a good one or not!”

This starts your groups trip to the tent. You seem a bit anxious about getting your fortune read, so like the good friend Sam is, he offers to go first and tell everyone his fortune to show you it isn’t so bad.

The woman smiles at him as he enters, and he immediately returns her positive energy. She always said good thing(except when she predicted his father was going to be deployed because of the war) so he liked her. He paid her quickly and watched as the crystal ball begins to glow.

“I see you performing on a small stage, the person who is going to support your music career is front and center. They are going to be the reason that you are performing so passionately. They buy some of your cd’s to help support you.”

He wonders for a second if that’s you. He had been feeling a little more inspired since you came around, and you never hesitated to praise him and his music when you get a chance to listen to him play in his room. “Hmm…I see you in a big house, something is playing on the television. The children seem excited about whatever is playing, so do you and the farmer. They’re smiling so brightly at you, don’t let them lose that light.”

It absolutely has to be you. He wonders what you’re so happy about, and who the kids are. Are they your kids? Maybe his mind is going too far, especially since a relationship wasn’t mentioned.

“The crystal ball is shifting…your father returns from war. He is safe, and unharmed…but he is not the same as he was. It seems that he is unhappy…oh…”

The crystal ball grows dim, maybe the last bit wasn’t totally good, but the rest of it was. He gets to perform, and you’re there cheering him on. His heart thumps as he exits the tent and meets your eyes. The way you’re looking at him is so bright. He feels excitement full his body, he has so much to look forward to.

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staratie · 6 months

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lost in cindersnap forest

“Where do we go from here?”

prompt from @creativepromptsforwritingand @creativepromptfills

Sam

“Why do you ask me?”

Sam shrugs his shoulders, expecting that you have the answer. Of course, you say you do.

Instead, you're busy trying to find your whistle in your backpack to summon your horse from the farm to take you two home.

Alex

“The only way is forward.”

Alex is a positive so he’ll do his best to make the most of the situation. Encouraging words, offering to help with directions, or giving you piggy back rides are his way to de-stress you from the situation.

Harvey

“Doesn’t matter, as long as we’re together.”

Harvey would be scared out of his mind if he was by himself, but because you are here he’s okay being lost.

Elliott

“Oh, but I’m horrible with directions.”

Elliott wasn’t any help and instead used this opportunity to take in the crisp forest air and use it as inspiration to write.

You didn’t interrupt him knowing that this is going to be the first and last time for you two to get lost in the forest

Shane

“You tell me.”

He’ll say that, and then lay down to take a nap.

Shane trusts you 100%, and knows you’ll come up with a solution.

Sebastian

“I wish I knew.”

Sebastian blames himself for getting you two in this situation. He was curious about the forest and convinced you to take him there.

You console him and say it isn't his fault and that being curious about the world outside his room is okay

#stardew valley #stardew valley headcanons #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv elliott #sdv alex #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv shane x reader #sdv alex x reader #sdv harvey x reader #sdv sam x reader #sdv elliott x reader #on queue

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year

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I Feel Fine, I Feel Good(Alex SDV x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, semi-public sex word count: 1.6k pairings: Alex x Fem!Reader a/n: So I guess I had Alex on the brain all damn day, so I decided to write something smutty for him!

The two of you decided to meet in the bath house around eleven that night. You were so giddy just thinking about it as you finished your dishes from dinner. Alex can be spontaneous sometimes and he loves to include you into his shenanigans. He usually likes to give you enough time to prepare, but he sprung this on you this afternoon on your way in to run errands in town. It was a quiet proposal as he grabbed you and pinned you up against the wall of his grandparents house. Anyone could have seen you, but he kept it brief.

“Bath house, eleven tonight.”

Your heart skipped a beat as he left you with a sweet kiss. The two of you had gone your separate ways, yet all you could think about all day was going to meet Alex at the bathhouse. The thrill of meeting up alone at such a secluded area at such a late time at night was enough to make your heart race.

You went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower to freshen up. You made sure to keep your private bits clean and you even touched up on your pubic hair grooming. Then in the bedroom, you put on your skimpiest little swimsuit and you threw on some comfortable clothes on top. After that, you packed a bag with a towel and few other necessities you deemed important for after your dalliance.

The walk to the bathhouse was simple and quick. You took the path the closest to your home and headed towards the carpenter’s shop. It was late enough that you were pretty sure that even Sebastian wouldn’t be awake. You looked once more behind you before you walk towards the bath house.

Alex is waiting for you, a bright smile on his face. When he sees you, it turns into a playful smirk. You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him as soon as you get close enough. He picks you up with ease, twirling you around a bit.

“So glad you’re here, baby.”

You kiss his lips, “Me too, Alex.”

He helps you to your feet before he opens the door for you. You both enter and he giggles to himself for a moment. He’s got that mischievous look on his face once more, and you wonder what he’s going to suggest now. Alex looks at the door, and he procures a piece of plywood from the corner of the room. He places the plywood under the knob, making sure nobody will be able to interrupt you.

“Come on,” he takes your hand in his and leads you into the male locker room.

Once the two of you are in there, he begins undressing you. His kisses are frantic and needy, and he’s breathless as he pulls away. In a sweet voice, he begs you to undress him as well. Your eyes widen a little and your hands are shaking with excitement as you begin taking off his jacket and shirt. Then it’s his pants and underneath you can see the bulge straining against his swimming trunks.

“Fuck, you make me so hard.”

It’s your turn to take him by the hand and lead him somewhere. He’s thinking you’re about to bring him to the hot spring, but you surprise him when you take him to the weight bench. You’ve been so excited all day, you can’t wait to get into the bath. You need him right here and right now.

Alex gets the hint, pulling down the bottoms to your bathing suit. His eyes glaze over with lust when he sees your glistening pussy on display for him. He groans softly, mumbling something under his breath about you being so heavenly. Then his large hands spread your thighs, making you moan at the sudden action. His long fingers begin brushing through your pubic hair before he parts your soaked folds.

“You been excited for me, huh?” he teases.

“Y-yeah, baby. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

He doesn’t need to hear anymore. Alex is always good to give you pleasure when you’re just begging for it. He has a hard time teasing you, mostly because he loves giving you pleasure like nobody else can. Slowly, his fingers rub up and down your folds, spreading your juices everywhere. Then he lets one of his fingers slip into you, making you gasp.

“Such a good little pussy.”

Alex leans in to kiss you, his lips capturing yours in a frenzied and hungry kiss. He’s feeling so needy and while he usually would try to tone it back, he just can’t seem to do that this time. He can tell you’re feeling the same way, so he knows it’s okay to be a little more than excited.

Your eyes are heavy and full of lust as you look up at him. It doesn’t take long for you to be drenching the weight bench in your juices, and for once, Alex is happy he’s about the only person in this town who uses the workout equipment in here. He reaches down to begin fisting his cock, making it leak more precum as he begins to get even more excited.

“P-please, ‘Lix. Need you so badly.”

It’s when you start begging like this that Alex knows he wouldn’t be able to say no even if he had wanted to. He settles on the weight bench, making sure the weight of the two of you won’t make it collapse. He spreads your thighs even more, then he begins stroking his cock once again. His fingers rub your clit a few more times before he spits into the palm of his hand and rubs it on your dripping hole.

“Ready for me, baby?” he questions, looking deeply in your eyes to look for signs of discomfort.

“Please please, I’m ready.”

He doesn’t need much more coaxing than that. Slowly, he begins pumping into you. His eyes roll back as he bottoms out and he shudders when he gets the full sensation of your little walls clamping down on him. He swears he has a hard time not blowing his load quickly whenever he fucks you.

“Shit,” he moans. “S’too fucking good.”

You moan in reply, reaching out to cling to him. He starts with a steady but sensual pace. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss that turns sloppy within seconds. As your tongues rub together, you feel your wetness soaking his cock even more.

“Baby, you’re grippin’ onto me so good,”

You whine as he pumps into you even deeper, “Fuck you feel amazing, ‘Lix.”

He’s not sure how he’s going to keep holding on. Your walls keep squeezing him so tightly, trying to milk him for everything he’s got. Alex leans in to you, kissing your lips before letting his lips trail down to your jaw then your neck. He’s a big fan of leaving hickies on your body, making sure that everyone knows you’re not available. You cry out when he bites into your tender flesh, and he sucks on it until the skin is a reddy purple color.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He compliments you breathlessly before diving right back in for another kiss.

His hips begin rocking faster and harder, making the weight bench glide around the slippery floor. But Alex trusts that he’s got enough control over the thing that it won’t get too crazy. Though his control starts to dwindle as you begin begging for him to go faster and to fuck you even harder. Nothing matters to him more than making you cum.

Loud whines and whimpers fall from your pretty plump lips, and he knows you’re so close now. As he continues to pound into you, his hand slides down your body to your clit. He rubs it in sloppy fast circles, making you clench around him even harder. Curses fall from his lips as he feels just how tight and wet you are now, and he leans in to whisper dirty things in your ear.

“Cum for me, baby. Come on, soak my cock. Make a fuckin’ mess for me,”

Your eyes roll back as you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. Your breath comes out in ragged pants until your orgasm hits you hard. With a loud cry, you begin gushing all over Alex. He’s grunting as his own peak is so imminent. His hands grip onto your hips, pulling you down with every hard and sloppy thrust that follows your earth-shattering orgasm.

“Fuck that’s it! Fuck yes! I’m cumming!”

A loud grunt rumbles through his chest as his cock begins throbbing, spraying your insides white with his thick seed. His body trembles and shudders with each throb, and he’s moaning and whining as the pleasure continues to wash over him. As he rides out his high, he takes measures to hold onto you even tighter. He realizes that the two of you are on a pretty rickety piece of equipment, and he’s very happy it didn’t break through all of that.

“Damn,” you breathe out. “That was amazing,”

Alex leans in to kiss you, “Heh, we aren’t done.”

He helps you to your feet, then he picks you up in his arms. With a disregard to everything else, he strips the both of you completely and makes his way into the hotspring. You both sigh happily as the hot water caresses and soothes your muscles.

“We should do this again soon,”

Alex laughs, “I told you, we aren’t done baby.”

Your eyes widen as you feel his cock prodding your abused hole. Maybe you were already ready for round two.

#bacon.writes #alex sdv x reader #sdv alex x reader #stardew valley alex x reader #sdv alex smut #alex sdv smut #stardew valley alex smut #alex mullner #alex mullner smut #stardew valley #stardew valley smut

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ssaeri · 1 year

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we fall to ashes

☆ tags: alex x gn!reader, he finds something that he never expected to see on your farm, this was going to be angst with an angst ending, but then my sister begged me to not write a sad ending, so have this relieving happy ending instead, LOTS of alex spoilers! ☆

Alex stretches his arms over his head and breathes in deep. In the distance, he hears chickens screaming—a sure sign that he's getting closer to your farm. The walk from his house isn't short, but while his grandparents would complain about the distance, he finds it ideal for cooling down after his harder work-outs. And he gets to see you at the end? He'd say that's a winner winner chicken dinner situation...out of earshot from your coop, at least.

"Hey there! Evelyn's boy!" Pam calls from his right.

He slows to a stop and waves. She sits in the driver seat of her newly repaired bus, window fully open, and takes another swig from her Joja Cola. Immediately, her face scrunches.

"Mornin', Pam!" he yells back. "How's that alcohol detox going for you?"

"Awful." She smacks her lips and holds the can up to her eyes, searching the ingredients for what makes it so fucking nasty. You often joke that it's the bitter taste of capitalism. "I could go for something stronger in this heat. You think the farmer has an extra glass of pale ale?"

Alex's smile tightens. Ever since Pam and Penny's trailer turned into an actual house, Pam's been doing her best to break old habits and he's glad for it—he can finally walk by her without the reflexive gag and hurried steps. You telling me I stink? she used to ask, angry in her drunken stupor, until she remembered why he showed up on his grandparents' steps nearly two decades ago.

She must read it in his expression now because she waves him off with a roll of her eyes. "I'm kidding, kid. Tell 'em I said hi. They're the only one who takes this damn bus anyway. I might as well take a nap." She slides sunglasses onto her face and reclines her chair until he can't see her anymore. "If I'm still here by the time you go home, wake me up."

Classic Pam, he thinks as he continues to your farm. Your dog is already running from the front door to greet him, panting and barking and disturbing your horse's peace.

"Come on, buddy," he laughs, shooing your dog until he can push open the gate. "I was supposed to surprise them."

Alex scratches your horse's ear as he passes its stable. Grape vines twist and sag on the trellises you've set up for the season, the structures nearly bursting with fruit, and he makes a mental note to stop by tomorrow to help with the harvesting. Maybe it could substitute for a work-out. He's helped you ship boxes of produce before and wondered how ripped he'd be after a month of your lifestyle. Between the trellises, the melons are just starting to come in. He doesn't know how long it takes for them to ripen, only that they taste really good when you drop off a basket for his grandma.

He calls out your name. Not in the fields, not in the pasture. Your new greenhouse, maybe? You were muttering something about ancient fruit last night. Or the mushroom cave, something he still can't believe is a feature on your farm. If Demetrius could add that, maybe Alex could talk you into installing an outdoor lifting station.

He walks past your workbench and active machines...

...and walks backwards again, hoping that his eyes are deceiving him. Crystalariums reproducing diamonds to sell, charcoal kilns working double time for enough coal, bone mills churning out fertilizer, geode crushers crunching rocks into pebbles, furnaces roaring as they smelt ores into bars—and right on top of the furthest furnace sits a wrapped bundle he's only seen in his (second to) worst nightmares.

He hears your content humming now, somewhere in the main farmhouse. Under normal circumstances, he would've called it cute, but the sound rings mockingly in his ears as he approaches the darkened flowers. A wilted bouquet. Fuck.

"Oh, hey there!" Alex called out as you got closer. He tossed his ever-present gridball into the air. "You here to catch fish again? I think you can find salmon in the river this time of year. At least that's what I heard."

Once you came to a stop in front of him, you shook your head, hands still behind your back. "I'm not fishing today," you said. "I actually wanted to give you something."

"Yeah?" His lips quirked into a grin. Another toss into the air. "Wouldn't happen to be a Salmon Dinner with extra lemon, would it? Those are one of my favorites, but I can never catch any salmon myself. Another egg would be cool, too. I've been adding your weekly deliveries to my workout meals."

You only shifted from one foot to the other, unable to take your eyes off his shoes, and a part of him faltered. You weren't intimidated by him, were you? Ever since you found him crying on the beach, he had been a little more flirtatious than usual, layering on the teasing and showing off. Maybe he came on too strong. Haley always told him that subtlety wasn't his strong suit. The grip on his gridball changed as he tossed it higher.

"You okay there? Did I do something...wait, this is—ow!"

The ball bounced off his head and landed in the grass, but he couldn't care less. He pointed to the bouquet in your hands. Not a regular bouquet, but the Bouquet made to order by Pierre. In a place as small as Pelican Town, there was no need for Pierre to have it in constant stock, so when the signature blooms made the rare appearance, they attracted everyone's eyes.

"...you want to get more serious?" he asked, incredulous.

Something in your expression changed, and you drew the flowers back to your chest. "Oh, sorry, did you not?" You gave him a wide smile, already stepping away. "I must've read the signs wrong. My mistake."

"No! That's not—I mean, you read the signs correctly. I, uh, I feel the same way." He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling his face flush. "So I guess we're together now? Should I be asking you out on a date or something? Or wait, are you asking me out on a date? How does this work?"

You laughed, a genuine sound this time. "We can continue the way we were before."

And so you did, but some things changed for sure. He could hold your hand now as you ran errands around the town, carrying half of the gifts you handed out to the townspeople. He could kiss you goodbye at his door in the evenings, though George cleared his throat loudly every time. Alex remembered making some snide comment about his grandpa, who yelled out a gruff I heard that! before being shushed by Evelyn. When It Howls in the Rain was being shown at the town theater, you bribed him to a screening with the promise of Stardrop Sorbet, but as much as he loved the treat, he would've gone anyway—it was one of his favorite movies with one of his favorite people. Good thing he'd seen it before because he spent most of the time staring at your side profile, wondering when he could finally go pro and have you stare at him on a screen.

Your dog nips at his fingers. He pets it absently. He thought everything was going fine between the two of you. Just yesterday, you came over and had dinner with him and his grandparents. You told them about your mining adventures in the Skull Caverns and, to his horror, showed off your old stitches from Harvey. (George chided your reckless behavior and gave old-timey advice that you nodded along to.) You talked about the new farm you're setting up at Ginger Island—Ancient Fruit wine all year! you told them excitedly. It's a farmer's heaven!—and the Beach Resort you're trying to restore. (Evelyn hummed at your energy, asking rapid-fire questions about the flora there.) You even promised to bring over a season's worth of eggs and leeks as soon as you got your hands on them. (Alex's mind flashed to the old mariner and the mermaid's pendant he could see hanging around your neck in the future.)

So why is a wilted bouquet sitting here, right on top of your furnaces?

No point in guessing when he can just find out the answer right from the source. He takes the flowers and goes to your door, knocking twice. It opens before he has time to second guess his choice.

"Alex! I didn't know you were coming over," you say, beaming at him. He wants to immortalize this version of you: face full of dirt smudges and t-shirt collar soaked through with sweat, yet glowing in your element. Until your eyes drop to his hands. "Oh, that's..."

He sets his jaw. "Can I come in and talk?"

Your expression falters further at his cold tone, but you step back and lead him to the living room. Your dog trots in and settles by the TV, head on its paws, watching with blank eyes. Alex sits in his usual spot and you yours, and suddenly he hates how familiar he is with your space.

It's still silent.

You clear your throat. "So," you start, wiping your palms on your jeans. A nervous tick he knows well. "What did you want to talk about?"

He puts the bouquet on the coffee table between you.

"Right." You pause, likely waiting for him to continue, but he doesn't say anything. "Alex, can you at least be less mean about this? I feel like you owe me that much after all this time together." He says nothing. "Like, tell me what's wrong instead of sitting here stone-faced. Things were okay. Why are you breaking up with me—"

"Why am I breaking up with you?" He barks a laugh. "Baby, I found this outside on your furnace! I'm not going to beg for you to stay, but what the hell is this?"

Your forehead furrows. "What? I wouldn't."

"If it's not yours and it's not mine, then whose is it?"

"I don't know! Alex, I wouldn't—I never even thought about breaking up," you insist. "Why would I lie about that?"

After scrutinizing your stricken expression, his relief comes in waves. He sinks into your couch, hands rubbing at his face.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just—" He laughs again, the sound mostly air. "Yoba, that scared me. If someone left this here as a prank, I'm hunting them down tonight." He lifts his head to look at you and opens his arms. "Can you come over here?"

You wrinkle your nose. "I'm gross."

"You could be playing in mud with your pigs, and I'd still jump in."

With a roll of your eyes, you hop over to curl into his side and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You stink, but so does he after a good workout. Now that he thinks about it, he's still in his gym clothes.

"You scared me, too," you tell him, gaze trained on the table. "Not the best thing to see on a Friday afternoon. But now I want to know whose this is. Did you check it for clues?"

"Didn't bother. Thought it was yours." His arm around your waist tightens as you lean forward. "Does it matter?"

But that doesn't stop you. You have the bouquet in your lap now, prying at the blackened ribbon and wrapping. "Look at this," you say, holding it between two fingers. "The ribbon isn't blue, and Pierre always uses blue. The wrap is pretty much disintegrated, but this corner—he always puts his store brand." You suck in a breath. "Oh, duh! Where did you say you found this?"

"The furnaces right outside by the workbench."

"Okay, so mystery solved. This is mine, but not in the way you think."

He raises an eyebrow. "Explain. Don't say you're breaking up with a secret partner because I don't think I can handle a second shock right now."

"I made a wildflower bouquet to put on Grandpa's grave a few days ago, but I totally forgot where I put it, so I made a second one. This one must've been the one I misplaced."

He blinks. "How the hell did you not notice it since?"

"I came back from Ginger Island yesterday and went to sleep right after dinner! The flowers must've wilted from the furnace heat."

"You," he says slowly, pinching your cheek and ignoring your squeak, "are the absolute worst. I can't believe you nearly broke my heart and it turned out to be a whoopsie."

#stardew x reader #stardew valley x reader #sdv x reader #sdv alex x reader #stardew x farmer #stardew valley x farmer #sdv x farmer #sdv alex x farmer #stardew valley scenarios #sdv scenarios #sdv alex scenarios #stardew scenarios #saeri writes;

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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Bottom!FTM Alex x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | AFAB Language Used

CW: Daddy Kink, Face Fucking, Rough Sex, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Choking, Dom/Sub, Dacryphilia, Orgasm Denial, Creampie

📝 W.C 1,103

You've been married to Alex for over a year, and everything's been great up until he started doing things that pissed you off.

He once bought dozens of eggs, even though you have your own chickens, and stuffed the fridge full of them. You had to give them out to the town while he cried about 'protein'.

Or the other time he left his workout equipment all over the house. Or when he dropped a dumbbell on the machine you were building, it was for the best, but it didn't stop you from getting mad.

You graciously let it go every time but the anger was building up. And you finally snapped when he started to flood the bathroom during his bath, the water started to slip through the door and ruin the new wood.

You open the door angrily, seeing Alex standing over the flooding tub half naked, only wearing panties and an undershirt.

You shut off the water and pick him up by his neck, slightly choking him. "You're getting on my last nerve."

Alex smirks.

"You did this all on purpose, didn't you?" You growl and drag him into the bedroom and drop him onto the bed. “Why?”

He shivers beneath you, biting his lip and looking at you with slight fear on his face. "I did.." He whispers. “I wanted you to be rough with me…”

“You want me to be rough, huh?” You pull your half hard cock out and pump it to full hardness, Alex watching intently. “Come here.”

Alex scrambles off the bed and kneels in front of you.

“Apologize.” You tease the tip of your cock on his cheek.

“I- I’m sorry, Daddy.” Alex tries to maintain eye contact.

You move your cock to his lips and he immediately opens them. “Your body should only be used to take my cock, not to annoy me.” You tug on his tank top, ripping it apart.

Alex moans, in complete agreement with you. You slide into his mouth and grip his hair, forcing yourself all the way down his throat before creating a rhythm. Tears sprout in Alex’s eyes as you ruthlessly fuck his face. He holds onto your legs tightly for balance, happily taking your cock despite the discomfort.

“See how well you're taking me? This is your only purpose.” You grin. You and Alex have already established that he's yours before anything else. Your husband, your slut, your cocksleeve. And he embraces those titles with a wide grin or a tear stained face.

He rolls his eyes back in pleasure, wanting so desperately to touch himself but knows he can't. He just kneels there and takes it like a good boy. It almost makes you want to go easier on him. Almost.

“I’m lucky I was out taking pictures,” You grin, shaking the small camera hanging on your neck. “Now I can immortalize this pretty little face. Stay still for me.” You move your hand away from his hair and onto the camera, snapping shots of his expression.

You don't take long, but for Alex it feels like he was cockwarming you forever.

“Are you hungry, sweetheart?” You ask. “You want Daddy to cum in your mouth?”

Alex moans, trying to nod.

“Work for it.”

Alex quickly gets to work, bobbing his head and deep throating you.

“Attaboy.” You groan. “Doin’ so well. ‘M already getting close.”

His cheeks flush red, batting his long, wet eyelashes as he continues sucking you off. Your words ring through his ears, the praise and your tone almost makes him come untouched.

You thrust into his mouth a few times before coming down his throat, Alex accepting it all eagerly.

You move him off you and point to the bed. “Head down, ass up.” You command. Alex scrambles onto the bed, doing exactly as you said.

You climb up behind him and pull his underwear down. “You’re drenched.” You prod your thumb against his hole. “So desperate…Such a stupid way to get what you want.” You spank him. He apologizes the best he can with his throat sore from having you fuck his mouth.

“Don't do it again, or you’ll be sleeping over at your grandparents for a few days.” You spank him again. He whines at the thought of being deprived of sex.

You spank him a few good times, until his ass is sore and any slight touch makes him squirm, before finally entering him. You don't grace him with any time to adjust, fucking into his tight warmth with hard, fast thrusts that knock the wind out of his lungs.

You wrap your hand in his hair, pulling him back to hear his moans. You snap your hips against his ass, creating obscene noises around the house. At least your bed doesn't creak anymore.

“Ah- Da- Daddy~!” He moans, drooling from how rough you're treating him. “Yes- yes-! Fee- feels so guh- good!”

You spank his sensitive ass cheek, his pussy squeezing your cock in return. He’s such a slut, you think to yourself.

“I’m yo- your who- whore, Daddy~! So clo- close~!” His eyes roll to the back of his skull, drool dribbling down his chin. You stop your movements completely, robbing him of his orgasm. “Nngh- no- Daddy? Please- please-” He starts to sob.

“Did you forget? This is a punishment.” You turn him onto his back. “You can come when I do.” You wrap your hands around his neck, giving you stability as you fuck your poor fucked out husband. You watch gleefully as tears fall down Alex’s cheeks, he's always prettiest when he's crying and taking your cock.

He manages to choke out a warning every time he feels close, earning him multiple praises and making it harder for him to not come.

“Good job, warning Daddy like a good boy.” You kiss his forehead.

Alex tells you to stop again, unable to handle your words. You pull out and jerk off over his stomach, one hand on his neck. He watches in anticipation for you to spurt over his torso and finally give him his own release, only to have that taken as you enter him again. Maybe you'll come inside instead, he giggles to himself.

You use your free hand to rub his clit, bringing him closer and closer. “Come for me, sweetheart.” You urge as your climax approaches.

Alex doesn't ask twice, legs shaking as he squirts on your cock. You fill him up soon after, warming his insides with your spend.

“That's the last time you’ll come tonight.” You promise, looking at him with an evil grin.

#wicks🕯works #wicks🕯requests #top male reader #male reader #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley x male reader #stardew valley smut #stardew valley alex #stardew valley alex x reader #stardew valley alex smut #sdv x reader #sdv smut #sdv alex x reader #sdv alex x male reader #🕯️alex #🕯️sdv

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thebiggerbear · 4 months

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SDV Alex x Reader - Prompt Response - "Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Summary: Alex sees something through your window one night and it scares him silly. You have to explain to him that it's pretty normal out here on the farm and there is nothing to fear. ...Well, you were pretty sure there wasn't, anyway.

Pairing: SDV Alex x Female!Reader; SDV Alex x Female!Farmer

A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. Alex is the only other character I've married in the game (I usually marry my girl Leah and well, I married Shane once but I'm still traumatized by the empty pizza boxes so like fight club, I don't talk about it) and he's such a cutie. This scene immediately popped into my head for the prompt line.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1187

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

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“Ahhhh, Y/N!”

You woke up with a start, immediately sitting up and glancing around the room. You spotted your husband running back to your bed from the window, a look of terror in his face. Before you could ask what was wrong, he leapt under the covers and burrowed himself under his pillow, the linens trembling. Beyond being confused, you glanced around the room again, seeing a green face in the window staring back at you. You jumped and then realized just who you were looking at. You silently cursed yourself for leaving your sword in the other room. She gave you a toothy smirk before flying off, her cackles being heard through the thin-paned glass.

You shook your head and sighed, turning to glance at the shaking lump next to you. “It’s alright, honey. She’s gone.”

An eye peeked out from under the blankets. “W-What?”

You pulled the blanket back over his head, smiling. “She’s gone,” you repeated. “You can come out now.”

Alex lifted up, warily glancing around, his hair sticking up adorably. “She?”

You smiled and sat back against the headboard, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. “The witch.”

Alex turned around and sat next to you, placing his shoulder next to yours. “You say that like it’s normal.”

You shrugged. “She flies around here sometimes and she likes to curse animals, people.”

Alex glanced over at you in alarm.

Your grin grew. “You don’t need to worry about her, silly. She usually leaves us alone.” Your smile started to fade when you thought back to what The Wizard had asked you to do a couple of months back. “Then again, I did take The Wizard’s Magic Ink after bribing the Goblin to get into her hut when she wasn’t there.” You bit your lip in thought before you turned a reassuring smile onto your husband. “But that was months ago.”

“Again, you say all of that like it’s normal.” He shook his head before studying you intently. “Are you sure she’s not upset with you because of this ink you took or whatever?”

You shrugged. “Not one hundred percent sure but pretty close.” You weren’t too worried about it. For the most part, The Witch left you alone. A few of your chickens couldn’t say the same but that was a small price to pay considering.

Alex slowly nodded, mulling it over and glancing back at the window. He then suddenly sat up a little straighter and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him. “Yeah, well, if she comes back for you, babe, she better think twice. Or she’ll have me to deal with.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from teasing him that he had been hidden under the blankets not that long ago when you and The Witch were engaged in a staring contest. Instead, you smiled, touched at the words and the gesture your husband was trying to make. “Thanks, honey,” you murmured. “But we’ll be okay.”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “We will.”

He held you for a little bit longer, rubbing your arm, before you both settled back down under the covers. You were content to lie there with your head on his chest and him rubbing your back. You were completely relaxed, ready to think about falling back asleep when you heard “Sleep. I”ll keep you safe.”

You dug your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from chuckling and instead, you smiled and hugged him tighter. “Love you, honey,” you whispered.

“Love you, too, babe.” You heard an adorable yawn follow and his ministrations on your back began to slow. It wasn’t too long before you heard a tell-tale snoring under your ear.

You gently disentangled yourself from his arms, got out of bed, and tiptoed into the main room. You grabbed your sword and hurried back into the bedroom, the chill of the night air infecting the floor and nipping at your bare feet. You set the sword down carefully within your reach and then got back into bed, noting the cat had joined you, all curled up at yours and Alex’s feet, staring wide-eyed at the window, almost as if on sentry. You nearly laughed at the sight, knowing that while you were intent on making sure your husband felt safe enough to get a good night’s sleep on your farm, your pet was also practically guarding you both.

You shook your head, chuckling under your breath, before you gingerly settled yourself back into your husband’s arms. His snoring cut off for a moment and he tightened his arms around you, pulling you in closer, before it resumed…right in your ear. You smiled and pressed a kiss to his covered chest, laying your head back down to sleep. It wasn’t long before you were drifting off, The Witch’s cackle echoing somewhere far off as you did. You simply wrote it off as you starting to dream.

And if there was another Void Chicken on your farm the next morning and your husband turned wide eyes on you as he saw it while attempting to give you a hand with feeding the animals, you decided that it was simply what The Witch had done before Alex caught sight of her the night before. And when Alex moved a little closer to you, sticking to you like glue for the next hour, half-protective, half-scared, you figured a visit to The Wizard might be in order a little later that day. If he couldn’t help you, then you’d be making the journey to The Witch’s hut again, intent on settling the matter once and for all.

You didn’t mind The Witch but if your husband didn’t feel safe (and your animals certainly weren’t), then you were intent on doing whatever it took to restore that feeling for him. Especially since, you were pretty sure that you had some important news to tell him in the next day or so, once you had seen Harvey at the clinic to confirm your suspicions.

You surprised him with a hug and smiled, leaning up for a kiss. He smirked and gave you one before you both glanced out over the farm you had built that now belonged to both of you. You watched as the sun continued to warm the sky and paint the horizon in all kinds of colors. You’d seen plenty of sunrises on your own but sharing ones like these with Alex were beyond special. You were grateful that you’d chosen to make the move to Pelican Town and that you found him. You two were building a life together and no disgruntled witch was going to ruin that, not if you had anything to say about it.

“I love you, Alex,” you murmured to him, still staring at the sky. You felt him kiss the side of your head. “I love you, babe.” You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling him gently lay his head on top of yours. Your grandpa had been right; this was just how life should be.

#sdv alex x farmer #sdv alex x female farmer #sdv alex x reader #sdv alex x female reader #sdv alex x you #sdv alex x y/n #sdv alex #stardew valley fanfiction #stardew valley #prompt response #stardew valley fandom

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farmerstarter · 9 months

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The Bachelors on their Wedding Day

Hi Hello have this short list of my little Headcanons of the bachelors on their wedding day. Hope you enjoy it! Reblogs and likes are appreciated!!🌷🤍

ʚ🏈ɞ ˚ · . Alex :

🏈 Fiddles with his tie relentlessly and ends up ruining it. He runs to Evelyn to ask her to tie it up again. The only other thing he fusses over is his hair.

🏈 Alex keeps a rabbit's foot in his pants, wanting all the luck he can get.

🏈 Spent literal days writing his wedding vows. Ends up opting to wing it. It wasn't the most eloquently worded thing you've heard but it was sweet.

🏈 He gave himself a pep talk in his bedroom before the ceremony. You only know about this because George was complaining about how loud he was to you.

🏈 Dusty the dog is the mermaid pendant bearer, I decided.

🏈 Also, the song that plays during the wedding is the same tune from Alex's music box. 🥺

ʚ🪶ɞ ˚ · . Elliott :

🪶Beach wedding. You guys have a beach wedding. You've expressed your interest in one and Elliott, with the eager help of Willy, clean up the beach for your special day. Elliott's shoes would fill with sand but his discomfort is overpowered by his delight when he sees you all dressed up.

🪶 He reads you one (of many) of his poems about you. You later learned that he's got a whole book of poetry about you that he's been writing ever since you two started dating. The poem he read on the wedding day was the very first one and is the first page of the book.

🪶 He spent hours trying to make himself look good. Asking for Leah and Willy's input on what he should wear for a solid 3 hours.

🪶 Aside from him worrying over his appearance, Elliott is more excited than nervous. He's on the verge of creating a new chapter in his life with someone else. Gone are the days of his lonely shack and the empty (well, not as empty since you moved into town) beach. Honestly, to say that he's excited is an understatement.

ʚ🛩️ɞ ˚ · . Harvey :

🛩️ Gets awfully shy when reading his vows, stuttering his way through his words and being a blushing mess. He has no problem with the one-on-one check up sessions he does with the other villagers of Pelican Town, but to read aloud in front of all of them at once threw him off. But he kept his eyes on you and managed to power through it.

🛩️ He considered shaving off his mustache for the wedding at least twice. But he decided against the idea.

🛩️ Insisted that you eat Farmer's Brunch the morning of the wedding. Even during your wedding day, he wants to make sure you're feeling healthy.

🛩️ Holds your hands throughout the whole ceremony. Whispering apologies for how clammy his hands are.

ʚ🎸ɞ ˚ · . Sam :

🎸 He wrote a whole song about you and played it on your wedding day. He made it a surprise for you and the moments of him hiding his guitar and shoving music sheets under his bed when you visit his room were all starting to make sense to you.

🎸 Couldn't sleep for the whole night before the wedding. He worried over the ceremony and wanted to make it go smoothly. He's not one to meticulously plan every detail, opting to engage in spur of the moment decisions, but he tried his best to make everything as close to perfect as he can get.

🎸 Jodi tried to gel Sam's hair back, but no matter the amount of gel and hours, his hair would always spring back. Sam wasn't a fan of dressing up in a "dorky suit" but he did anyway, for you.

🎸 Sam didn't want to see you until the wedding so he got Vincent to play messenger for the two of you. He wouldn't do it at first but only agreed to do it because he likes you (Cue a dramatic gasp from Sam).

ʚ🐸ɞ ˚ · . Sebastian :

🐸 Ends up smiling through the whole ceremony, looking at you with such a brightness in his eyes.

🐸 He isn't one to wear anything fancy. The closest thing he ever wore that is considered formal was the suit that Lewis got him and the rest of the dancers to wear for the Flower Dance. He asks his mom to help him dress up for the wedding, asking her about it while she was building furniture. Sebastian doesn't want to admit it, but he liked watching his mom so happy over something that was so mundane to him. He makes sure to keep the suit in perfect condition throughout the ceremony because of it.

🐸 He tells his very heartfelt wedding vows. And while he does, you could hear the faint "that's good," from Elliott before a grunt, inevitably elbowed on the side by Leah.

🐸 You and him ride on his motorcycle after the wedding. He drives you two to the cliff overlooking the city, the same cliff where he confessed his true feelings to you. Under the full moon, the two of you would look at the stars with Sebastian occasionally pointing at a constellation that Maru taught him to find.

🐸 Consider: winter wedding.

ʚ🐣ɞ ˚ · . Shane :

🐣 Genuinely doesn't believe that you want to marry him. He thinks it's a dream at best and a prank at worst. It wasn't until you were tying his mermaid pendant around his neck for him to know that you do love him. He still has trouble understanding it sometimes.

🐣 Shane asked Marnie to teach him how to waltz for your wedding day. Sure, he's danced in the Flower Dance countless of times but he wanted to learn something new to surprise you. And he did. After dancing with you, he dances with Jas. Well, it's more of Jas standing on Shane's feet while he walks and glides around.

🐣 He gave his chicken, Charlie, a bow tie for the wedding and everything. Even got a picture of you and Shane with the little guy. The picture ends up being hanged on Shane's side of the bedroom for many years to come.

🐣 Has his pocket full of corn chips, let's be honest. He offers one to you before the ceremony starts.

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sashiavi · 1 month

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

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

Ughhh you get me so well ♡♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#sashiavi asks #SashiAvi 💌 Mail #sdv x reader #stardew smut #sdv alex x reader #sdv alex #but also this works for dol alex??#degrees of lewdity #dol alex #dol alex x reader #hybrids #dol smut #sashiavi drabbles

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ss-aquarium · 2 years

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SDV Bachelors + Fatherhood >--)))°< (PT.1)

●☆○°☆ How the Bachelors are as Fathers ☆°○☆● || Paring : {Alex, Harvey, Shane x reader} || Wordcount : [918] || Tags : (Fluff, slight Angst, Headcannons, Established Relationship) || Warnings : *Diets & Food, Sobriety & Relapsing in Shane’s section*

Alex

Enrolls your child in every available physical extra-curricular, specifically gridball

Probably asked Haley to take baby pics with your kid holding a gridball or draped in his varsity jacket

Basically wants to create a mini-Alex to fulfill his dreams (will most likely have some difficulty accepting his kid might not share his passion for gridball or sports in general)

If your kid isn’t physically gifted or doesn’t have an inclination toward physical activity, he’ll go out of his way to ensure they get at least an hour of outdoors time and is more likely to care about their grades

If your kid is as enthusiastic about sports as him, he’s over the moon, I’m talking coaching all their little league games, training them at home, basically becoming your kid’s #1 fan

Occasionally asks Haley to babysit if you two want a date night or just a break from the kid, it takes a lot of convincing / payment and most likely ends in something broken

Tries to educate himself alongside your kid as they grow up and enter high school, if your kid is in AP or honors classes good luck because the most he can confidently help with is Phys. Ed. or Health & Nutrition

He’s extremely thankful if your kid is born/adopted before his grandparents pass and frequently visits them with child in tow (Evelyn sneaks your kid cookies and teaches them her botany skills, George is giving them non-stop lessons and criticizing your kid’s TV shows- lovingly)

Monitors your child’s nutrition and keeps junk food/sugar to a minimum in the house (unless it’s a special occasion like a birthday or other holidays)

Makes a conscious effort to love and support your child no matter their life path, the last thing he ever wants is to do is treat your child how he was treated as a kid

Harvey

Most likely read several parenting guides before your child was born/adopted, possibly owned a few before the topic of children was even brought up

He isn’t as fussy as you’d think about your kid’s activities, as long as they slap on some sunscreen and hydrate properly he lets them run around to their heart’s content (light scolding if they injure themselves)

Monitors your child’s nutrition and eating habits, makes sure they receive their daily vitamins and minerals with a healthy diet

Teaches your kid the importance of mental health and wellness, encourages lots of open communication

Your kid will rarely struggle in the sciences or geography, Harvey is happy to tutor your kid and finds the process of teaching to be a great bonding experience (also really enjoys the awed expression your kid makes at his knowledge)

He might ask Maru to keep an eye on your kid when you’re both busy and it’s either really awkward or she becomes “Aunty Maru,” if your kid is a little nerd then good luck keeping them away from the clinic on her scheduled days because they’re going to geek out

(Your kid is probably going to be valedictorian with all this brainpower surrounding them)

If your kid ever showed interest in planes or aeronautics, he is immediately showing them how to work his radio, teaching them aviator lingo, and describing the make and model of all his planes- probably buys a new set to build with your kid

Imagine you two swaying to the jazz Harvey put on and your kid is tugging at your legs asking to dance too, he probably puts them on top of his feet or lifts them up and wraps them around his torso taking their tiny hand like they’re waltzing

Shane

He is definitely fighting to name your kid child “Charlie” or something chicken-related like “Henrietta”

Makes the corniest dad jokes known to man, your kid is probably eye-rolling 50% of the time they’re with him

If your kid is into sports, specifically gridball, Shane is deeply invested in their team and them as a player (those varsity days may be over but your kid’s days are just beginning)

Encourages your kid to do well in school, he doesn’t want them working a Joja job like him because Yoba knows how much he hated working at the store

Teaches your kid how important it is to respect the farm animals and how to properly retrieve chicken eggs, it wouldn’t take a lot of begging if your kid wanted their own chicken- it’d make Shane really proud to know his kids loves the birds as much as he does

May or may not tell Jas and your kid where to find all the eggs for the egg hunt

Jas takes a lot of pride in being the older cousin and practically puffs her chest out every time she mentions it, she’s actually really helpful with calming down the fussy baby or entertaining them (Vincent is an honorary cousin and he’s the “cooler” of the two, meaning he’s not trying to teach your kid anything except how cool bugs are)

Your kid probably won’t touch a vegetable unless you serve it to them or it comes in the form of frozen convenience food so take charge with meal time unless you don’t mind another pizza and pepper popper-lover in the house

He might start drinking again if the stress of parenting gets to him but he recognizes that relapsing would be bad for the kid and him, help him out and keep him honest because the last thing he wants to do is hurt his family

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So... don't know if you have this in the works after your last post, but what would it be like with the bachelors going down on reader for the first time? If you're comfortable with it, that is. 👀

!! the bachelors going down on you for the first time

contains ; soooo much smut. i got so carried away mb y’all LOL. nsfw (minors pls dni.) fem!farmer. oral (f!receiving). praise. established & unestablished relationships. fwb!shane. sexual guiding. inexperienced!sebastian. implied height difference in alex’s.

harvey.

- haha.

- i love this man.

- he is so (i cannot stress this enough) so affectionate.

- absolutely infatuated with you and everything you do.

- as a doctor, he has a lot of people he spends time thinking about: but you are somehow always the main thing on his mind.

- like, tell this man that you did something so minor like stubbed your toe, and he’s carrying you around, forcing you bedridden so he can take care of you.

- well, maybe not to that extent but you get it. you’re the most important thing to him.

- so it’s no surprise that translates to sex as well.

- he only cares about your pleasure, and how you’re feeling.

- before you had sex, he was a nervous mess.

- he wanted it to be perfect :,)

- he didn’t wanna plan it ahead, just kinda hoped it’d all come naturally but surprise he spent the entirety of the day thinking about it.

- it was just supposed to be a fancy dinner date, yet he managed to find you underneath him in his neatly made bed, lips already swollen from his doing.

- “have i told you you’re the most gorgeous woman i’ve ever seen?” it’s corny, cheesy, but oh-so true.

- his fingertips feeling your thighs up your dress, burning into your skin.

- like i said, he’s been thinking about how this night would play out for days. he wants it to be perfect.

- what other way for it to be perfect then him going down on you?

- i’m just saying, harvey on his knees, wide, soft eyes looking up and you while his lips press against your thighs and his cheek rests against your knee.

- his fingers reaching up to slide underneath the waistband of your underwear, doing nothing but tug slightly.

- 😇

- “may i? please?” he nearly whispers.

- and the moment you nod, his lips turn into a soft smile like he’s been waiting forever for that simple gesture.

- he wants you to watch him comfortably, so he props a couple pillows against the headboard so you can look at him.

- loves when you get flustered and tries to hide your face.

- he pays so much attention to your clit. knows how stimulating it is, and especially when he sucks it just right and your hips twitch a little.

- deffffffinitely moans into your pussy 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

- & ruts against the bed lollllll

- uses his fingers too. he’s so slow, and careful, all the while his movements still make your head spin.

- “please don’t stop, ‘m so close,” you whine, eyebrows pinching, and you hardly even realize your fingers that ravel and tug on his soft brown hair.

- he’s shaking his head, as in a silent way to tell you “fuck, i’ll never stop,” as long as he can hear you moan like that longer.

- he’s SOOO EAGER.

- wraps one of his hands around yours while the other lightly presses into your stomach to keep you still.

- doesn’t even care that u nearly suffocate him when your thighs wrap around his head—if anything, he’s in heaven.

- can’t take his eyes off of u. he might just die from the sight of you alone.

- he has to catch his breath when you finally collapse, head lulling to the side.

- he’s literally so hard it hurts.

- pressing into your thigh when he comes up to kiss you make out with you.

- “y’taste so good, don’t you think? so sweet, can’t get enough.” “you’ll let me get some more, right? please? want you, need you so bad.”

sam.

- he’s blunt.

- just straight up.

- he’ll nonchalantly tell you if you have something in your teeth, and then pick it out for you.

- he’s the type to give you genuine input if you tried on a new outfit.

- like, “that looks amazing on you. turn around?” or “hm, it’d look better if it didn’t bunch up like that in the front.”

- zero shame. you know he’s not doing it to be rude, that’s just how he is.

- so, if he’s just lounging around at your house while you work, occasionally popping up to help you with easier tasks, expect him to be his same old self.

- and maybe even take you by surprise.

- you walk in during the evening, ready to change from your clothes and bathe after a long day.

- “hi baby,” he’s already smiling, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek and his hands wrapping around your waist.

- he doesn’t know what it is, maybe it’s the way your eyes were slightly lowered from tiredness, or the subtle earthy scent wafting off your body—but it made him much more excited to have you in his arms.

- “you always look so pretty when you finish work.” he sighs, his kisses pressing down the other side of your neck.

- “i do? please,” you snort, shaking your head to dismiss him like you always do.

- but this time, he wanted you to know for a fact just how gorgeous you are.

- “why do you never believe me when i compliment you?” he pouts, leaning to bury his face in your neck.

- it’s the way his soft gaze has your heart thumping a little quicker, and the slight tilt to his head makes your throat threaten to close.

- his lips wrap around yours before you can protest his comment, leaning into you to slightly dip your back over your bed until he’s dropping you both along the mattress carefully.

- “can i show you just how pretty you are? will you let me?”

- he can spend hours kissing you all over. if you have freckles or moles all around your skin, i can assure you he’s kissed every single one.

- i’d like to think that, despite him not being super experienced, he’s still a very loving guy.

- he doesn’t overthink, he’s very carefree, so if he wants to eat you out, he’s going to. obviously with your consent ofc.

- he may not be the best at it, but he does know a lot about you, and since he spends a lot of time with you, it’s easy to see what you like and what you don’t.

- he thinks ur cunt is so pretty. probably embarrasses you on accident by just staring at it LMFAOO

- he’s so gentle when he starts. pressing his hands into your inner thighs to keep them spread, and his tongue is the first to touch you.

- fingers your clit so he can really delve between your folds.

- “taste s’good,” he’ll moan into your cunt.

- btw he’s moaning just as much as you are, he can’t get enough.

- tell him what to do. he likes when you whisper, “just…keep doing that for a second,” or “wait move your hand ba—fuck, right there.”

- it makes him feel so good when he’s doing it right.

- another man who’ll rut against the bed, and may i be so bold as to say he might even cum just from eating you out?

- yes. yes i may.

- he’s so obedient too. i don’t think he has it in him to ever edge you, because he finds that he just can’t stop.

- will overstimulate you more then anything.

- when you cum, he’ll probably be panting just as much as you are. his breath against ur dripping cunt, making to shudder while you catch your own.

- cups your cheek to kiss you again, completely ignoring the fact that your slick is all over his lips.

- he’s in love.

- “thank you for being my girlfriend.” GNNNNN.

shane.

- tbh, y’all probably had sex before u even started dating.

- more then once, at that.

- some of which you were both tipsy after a friday night, coming back to your farm to fuck him in every room of your house.

- you guys were definitely fuckbuddies at first.

- he went down on you a few times during these stages.

- but, as a guy who was a little drunk, horny, and honestly just wanted to get his dick wet—it wasn’t the best he could do. just enough to warm you up.

- he was completely fine with your situation, until he started to realize he was actually falling for you.

- that he wanted to see you outside of just hooking up. he liked when you’d stop by on his way to work, talk to him for a minute. he’d actually look forward to it.

- so when he ended up on your couch again, arms laced and kiss marks already littering your neck, he knew he was going to make this time different.

- your dress rode up just under your bra, his lips sucking your skin down your stomach while you propped yourself against the armrest of the couch.

- he was quick to loop his fingers underneath your panties, tugging them down your legs.

- “someone’s eager,” you tease, having no clue that you’re absolutely right.

- he’s almost desperate. like he has to show you he’s better then what he’s done in the past.

- his arms latch onto your hips, teeth gently biting down on your inner thigh to hear you let out a brief squeal.

- “stay still f’me, okay?” he asks, his breath hitting against your cunt that makes your stomach flutter.

- it’s the way he delves between your thighs that has you stuttering a gasp, instantly ignoring his one request so he has to use minimal strength to force your hips still and thighs apart.

- his lips sucking onto your puffy clit, causing your stomach to clench and immediately squirm under his hold.

- you’re looking down at him like you’re baffled behind pinched eyebrows and jaw wide—which is exactly what he wanted.

- so much so, he can’t even hide his smirk as his tongue slides between your folds to taste you properly.

- “o-oh, fuck me,” you breathe, head hanging back.

- you’re squirming so much, and he’s not having it.

- “can’t you listen to me?” he almost groans, hardly pulling away for his words to become intelligible so the vibration against your clit has you arching your back.

- he’s so messy, uncaring about the slick that’s staining his cheeks and chin.

- loves when you hide your face, mainly because it makes his confidence boost, but he’ll fs call u out.

- “nuh-uh baby, eyes on me.”

- he’ll gently nip at your clit if you look away.

- and he’s teasing you so much, you can feel tears prickle in the corners of your eyes.

- he’ll edge you just so he can start all over, and then overstimulate you so you’ll never forget it.

- will literally leave you breathless, collapsed on your bed after cumming for what felt like hours.

- and he has the AUDACITY to ask, “what? that’s all you got? c’mon, you can give me one more…right?”

sebastian.

- spreading the inexperienced sebastian agenda one post at a time.

- he’s never gone down on anyone before. so genuinely, he has no idea what he’s doing.

- well, okay that’s a lie. he’s not an idiot.

- he knows how stimulating a woman’s clit is, and he knows where it is more importantly.

- but he’s never exactly had one directly in front of his face.

- he’s only ever seen pussy eating in porn, and that’s not the most reliable source. so he’s kind of just depending on you to help him out.

- don’t be shy, either. he wants to learn. he wants to make you feel good.

- his goal: to make you pass out, tbh.

- but baby steps first.

- you’ve already had sex many times before he even proposed the idea of going down on you.

- he’s fingered you before, but even then that’s still new.

- needless to say, you were taken off guard when he asks, “can i go down on you?” after a lazy evening.

- you’re both doing your own thing, with him on his computer and you cleaning some freshly harvested vegetables in the sink.

- “excuse me?” you laugh.

- until you realize he’s not kidding.

- “i wanna learn.” is all he says, before you’re grabbing his hand and guiding him to your bedroom.

- he’s gotten good at knowing how to kiss you, that enough has you warmed up pretty well. you didn’t even have to tell him to kiss his way down your neck, to your stomach before he’s spreading your thighs in front of him.

- he wants to start by fingering you, because he knows how to do that, plus he kinda wants to approach it confidently.

- like i once said. long, thin fingers. he also plays the keyboard…he’s skilled w his hands.

- rests his cheek on your thigh, watching the way his fingers disappear in and out of your wet cunt, and the occasional gasp you let out.

- “what do you want me to do?” almost breathless when he asks.

- when he feels bold enough, he subtly flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit, keeping his fingers moving inside of you while his eyes glance up.

- just the way your stomach clenched from that one simple action has him eager.

- wraps his lips around your clit and sucks.

- “s-shit, yeah, like that,” you weakly praise behind multiple stutters and pants.

- he can’t get enough of how your cunt squeezes around his fingers the more he does something your body appropriately reacts to.

- which he loves. it’s like you’re subconsciously telling him he’s doing so well.

- he never realized how much he loves when you tug on his hair until now, mainly because you unknowingly press him against your cunt so he has nothing better then to just lick.

- he doesn’t take his fingers out of you, but he does move them a little so he can finally get a taste of the entirety of you.

- whines.

- he’s practically drunk.

- wishes he wasn’t so nervous to do this beforehand, because fuck you feel so good on his tongue.

- “the prettiest pussy, tastes so fucking good,” he mumbles.

- you probably didn’t even hear him bc he made no effort to pull away.

- stuffs his fingers inside of you, curls them right when you’re about to cum.

- and when you do, he feels on top of the world.

- he’s never seen your body shake like that.

- and now he doesn’t wanna stop.

alex.

- omfffffg.

- he’s a sweetheart, through and through.

- so doting and adoring the longer you get to know him and be with him.

- it’s rare you’ll wake up to make breakfast, or make dinner without his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your head.

- and he’s a little clingy, but that’s just because he loves you so much.

- ur first time having sex w him was early in ur relationship. probably the same day you made it official i’m ngl.

- but he likely didn’t go down on you until a few times after.

- not because he didn’t want to, but lowkey giving or receiving head isn’t his favorite part of sex. as a man w a lot of stamina, he’s fucking you to fuck you. not just eat you out.

- which is why you were a little shocked when you felt his kisses move down your torso, his hands gliding against the sides of your waist as he moves down.

- he also wraps his arms around your thighs to hold you still,

- mainly to show off his muscles.

- oh yeah, he’s not wearing a shirt btw. he never does.

- kinda laughs when you express your nervousness about him going down on you.

- “relax, pretty. just trust me. i’ll stop if you want me to.”

- kisses your thighs, and once he finally takes off ur underwear he’s suchhh a tease.

- like, to the point where you’re dripping, impatiently rocking your hips into him.

- “what happened, baby? not scared anymore? what’s the matter, hmm?” “all needy and i haven’t even done anything, hah.”

- i hate him (affectionately.)

- once he finally touches you where you need him, he’s so fucking slow.

- eyes on you the whole time, his little snarky smirk on his face watching you nibble onto the back of your hand to muffle your moans.

- he waits a minute before he fingers you while licking your clit.

- he feels so fucking good when you give up on staying quiet, letting your back arch and nearly scream out a moan.

- he’s so quick with it, his nice, thick fingers knowing just where to curl inside of you.

- “cum for me, c’mon, know you can do it.” he pulls away to speak.

- he needs to watch you entirely when you cum, so he replaces his lips with his thumb while he rubs your clit and fingers you until you’re sobbing.

- “i know baby, i know. just let it out.”

- he doesn’t stop just yet, but he’ll slow down until you nearly force him away from overstimulation.

- makes u lick his fingers loooolllllll.

- and he’ll make out with you so hard while you’re still trying to catch your breath.

- side note, i feel like he enjoys putting you in lots of different positions. if you weren’t flexible before alex, then u sure as hell are now.

- …probably ate u out once with u sitting on his shoulders against the wall. i’m sayin.

elliot.

- alright now.

- do i even have to say it?

- HE’S A MUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!

- if u don’t think he’s eating u out the very first time u have sex then ur just lying to urself. there’s no way he’d miss this step.

- if you don’t want him to, that’s a different story. he wouldn’t even dream of pressuring you.

- but if you do…u better believe.

- he’s so gentle and sweet, first of all.

- holding your cheek, cupping your jaw while your lips move so graciously against one another’s.

- he’s absolutely kissing his way down, but he’s taking his time, letting you squirm underneath him.

- “you’re just so perfect darling, look so beautiful.”

- kisses ur clit <3

- he’s so slow and gentle, licking you softly and listening to your quiet gasps.

- he swoons when he can hear your breath hitch the moment he starts to pick up his movements.

- he’ll position your thighs on his shoulders and laces your fingers together.

- he’s super responsive. loves when you praise him / tell him you like what he’s doing.

- especially when you feel so good you can’t really speak, so you end up roping your fingers through his hair and tugging it into a loose bun.

- that’s enough to drive him crazy.

- “nngh, c-can’t, s’too much,” you whine, back arches and eyes squeezed shut.

- but your words mean nothing in contrast to the way your hands press against the back of his head, keeping his close.

- he doesn’t even need to use his fingers to make you cum. his tongue is so skilled.

- sucking ur clit like a pacifier 🫡

- he’s also very vocal. he usually coaxes you through sex using his words, but since he can’t while he’s eating u out, he’s just left to moaning uncontrollably.

- and he can’t get over the vibrations making your body shudder every time.

- he gets so excited when you’re close to cumming.

- how you just kind of go silent, jaw locked in aisle nt scream with an occasional whimper pushing through.

- and how you immediately exhale the moment you finish, body nearly collapsing.

- he’s not stopping lol.

- wants you literally shaking, your overstimulation short circuiting your brain so you just fall weak.

- “i’m so proud of you, my love. did so good for me, tastes so good. think you can do it again?”

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