Anxiety Sux Cuz Why Am I Literally SHAKING At The Thought Of Being Late To My MINIMUM WAGE JOB That Is

so high !

in which you and sebastian get high, hot, n heavy~

wanna get high with sebastian and just lazily make out. i’m talking sitting on his lap on a beat-up couch with some old cartoon playing on his shitty tv in the background while you grind slowwwly against his dick.

neither of you know what time it is or whatever the hell you were doing before—somehow you landed directly on his cock, his wandering hands gripping at your waist and pawing lazily at your tits.

he takes a deep hit before tilting his head back and slowly blowing out the smoke as you grind your hips harder against his dick, earning a drawn-out groan from his throat.

“fuckk, don’t do that..” he muttered, covering his face with his hands as he blindly gripped your hips, matching the roll of your body on top of him.

you giggle lazily, the high reaching your brain as all inhibitions fade away into bliss. “c’monn, kiss me already,” you tease, looping your arms around his neck as you slowly drag him back to reality. he barely opens his hooded eyes that were tinged with pink, evidence of his willingness to go along with whatever the fuck you wanted to do with him.

he pulls you in by the nape of your neck, groaning desperately into the kiss like the poor, touch-starved boy he is. your tongues hungrily lap at eachother as though the two of you have all the time in the universe to savor one another. his hands find his way to the plush of your ass, kneading greedily as he grinds your clothed cunt against his straining cock.

a pained noise escapes his throat. “fuckkk, doll. need t’ be deep inside your pussy right now…” he clumsily leaned in to bury his face into your chest as your tits bounced right in front of his eyes, like a filthy scene from one of his wet dreams.

fuck you, always being such a tease.

“sebbyyy,” you said, voice tinged with loopy disappointment. “we’re just buddiesss. like friends, y’know?”

“i don’t give a fuck what we are right now, ‘kay?” he muttered, lips finding their way to nip at your collarbone before traveling up the side of your neck. he panted with want against your ear, his delicious groans shooting straight to your core. “jus’ need your warm pussy ‘round my cock.”

“yeahh? you really think we should—“ your words were interrupted as his hips suddenly bucked up into yours. “seb!”

“so damn noisy…” he was thinking entirely with his rock-hard dick now, the weed clouding all other forms of judgment. low, filthy grunts escaped his throat as he continued to hump you like a starved man. “c’monn, doll. just this once?” he cooed in between thrusts. “don’t you wanna give in ‘n feel my cock filling you up real nice?”

you couldn’t help but mindlessly rut against him, feeling your cunt begin to soak through your panties. “mmhmmm… would feel real good..”

“yeah?” he panted into your ear, long fingers dipping in between your legs. “y’gonna let me make you feel real fuckin’ good?”

all you could do was nod eagerly as he rubbed his fingers enticingly against your soaked panties. “mmmn, yes…”

“yeah… yeah, i can do that, doll,” he murmured, a lazy smirk forming on his lips as he admired your brainless state through half-lidded eyes.

“just take another hit ‘n relax…”

A softer moment for my favorite crusty neighbor (and an excuse to draw jellies!)

Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter

TW: alcohol consumption, daddy issues

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Twelve.

“What did you think of our set?” Sebastian asks me as we’re hanging at the bar. He’s nursing the same beer he had on stage. I’ve noticed that he’s not much of a drinker but will have one or two at the saloon on Friday nights. 

“That shit was so cool! I’m mad you guys wouldn’t let me sit in on band practice,” I say. Sebastian shrugs.

“Sam wanted the last song to be a surprise. He said he got inspiration from a conversation with you but didn’t know how to execute it without a little help. So Abby and I also threw our daddy issues into the mix,” he says.

“Your piano playing is amazing by the way,” I say as I sip on my coke back. I had just taken another Jameson shot. 

“Thanks!” Sebastian beams, “I’ve been playing since I was four. I kept up with it because it kept my hands busy. I picked up bass when Sam started to learn guitar and he said he wanted to start a band. I learned that stuff all on JoTube though.” His long fingers wrap around the neck of his beer bottle as he presses the opening to his lips to take a swig. Shivers run down my back. “Shane told me you had tears in your eyes during the last song,” Sebastian says. I feel my cheeks go hot and I look past him at Sam who was chatting with Penny on the other side of the bar.

“Yea well… daddy issues, what can I say?” I try to play it off but I have a feeling he sees right through me. Sebastian gives me a nudge on my shoulder.

“You deserve better.” I smile up at him and I see his face drop. “Farmer… is that…” I turned around and followed his gaze to the front of the bar where a girl was arguing with the bouncer.

“Brynne?” I whisper to myself and my legs start moving towards her. I have no idea what I’m going to say, what I’m going to do.

“Please,” she begs the bouncer, “the band from Stardew Valley is playing here, right? I just need to talk to my sister and I’ll leave, I swear. I know she’s here.” The bouncer shakes his head.

“The show is over. Nobody under twenty-one is allowed in.” I take a deep breath.

“Hey, I’m here. Let’s go outside,” I say and usher my sister out of the bar. When we’re outside I feel my eyes get glossy but I don’t dare let myself cry. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

“You haven’t been answering your phone!” she exclaimed, “I heard a band from the valley was playing here and… I hoped you’d be here.” I sigh and run my hands down my face, not caring about my makeup anymore. 

“Brynne, go home. Dad’s probably worried sick,” I say.

“It’s about Dad,” she says, “I-I can’t be alone with him.” Tears start spilling out of her eyes and down her rosy cheeks. 

“What’s wrong? Is he hitting you?” I ask and grab her wrist. I shove her long sleeves up and check her arms for bruises. None, thank Yoba. 

“No. He’s… too much,” she sobs into her hand and I pull her into a hug. I pet the back of her head as she cries into my shoulder. She doesn’t have to say much for me to realize she was starting to get the same looks I did. The same distraught and ugliness in his eyes that are burned into my brain. The shortness in his words, the harsh click of his tongue. I know it all too well and it wasn’t fair that now I was out of the picture, he turned it onto his littlest and favorite daughter. I always thought that Brynne was Dad’s favorite because she looked more like Mom, acted like her too and I was the female version of a man he hated. It’s possible that when one ghost leaves, another comes to haunt. Brynne pulls away from me, her cheeks still stained with tears and her nose a little runny. “Can I please come live with you on the farm? I know we’ve had our differences in the past… I didn’t know you were protecting me this entire time.”

“Brynne… I can’t. You’re seventeen and in your last year of high school-”

“Eighteen.”

“Eighteen… You need to finish school, go to college,” I say.

“Please, Sissy,” she says, tugging at my heartstrings by using a nickname she hasn’t called me in ten years. I look back into the bar and see Sebastian, Sam, and Abby watching us. The tears I’m holding back finally spill.

“I want to. You know I do but you need to finish high school,” I say, “there’s not much of an education system in the valley. At least not for older kids.”

“I don’t know if I can make it another day in that apartment,” she says softly.

“Apartment? What happened to the townhouse?” I ask.

“Dad said that if you got to start over then we should too. I hate the apartment. Yea, it’s closer to school but it’s cramped. Dad sleeps on the couch, I can’t have friends over, I can’t escape him,” she sobs again. I take a deep breath and stop my own tears.

“Can you finish a semester early?” I ask, “I know you have good grades. You’d be leaving your friends but it’s the only thing I can think of.”

“F-finish this semester?” I nod. “I think I can do that.” I kiss her forehead as Sebastian comes out of the bar. 

“Hey, Farmer, did you have a tab open? We’re gonna leave soon,” he says. I shake my head.

“Nah, I’ve been paying in cash all night. I’m gonna take my sister back home, I’ll find a ride elsewhere,” I say. Sebastian shakes his head.

“I rode my motorcycle here. I can take you home,” he says, “you hail a cab and I’ll follow behind. Just text me the address.” He then walks back into the bar. Brynne gives me a toothy smile and nudges me with her elbow. Blush spreads across my cheeks and I mumble, “shut up”. Brynne tells me their new address and I text it to Sebastian. I quickly hail a cab and we’re off to my Dad’s new apartment. It felt weird being on a side of Zuzu I’ve never seen. I’m sure Alex would know exactly where we are. Besides Brynne wanting to go to school on the north side, why would Dad want to move out here? We pulled up in front of a dingy apartment complex, a sight that made my stomach churn. 

“Here?” I ask, “you and Dad live here?” Brynne nods and sniffles. 

“I miss our old house,” she says softly. Sebastian pulls up on his motorcycle and turns it off. I look up at the tall building and a wave of chills is sent up and down my spine.

“I can’t go in,” I say to Brynne, “I’m not ready.” She nods and embraces me.

“I understand. Thank you, Sissy. For everything.” We spend a few seconds lost in the hug before she pulls away and goes inside. I straddle the motorcycle seat behind Sebastian and wrap my arms around his torso and lean my head against his back.

“You okay?”

“I will be.”

Harvey fic pt. 2 (UNTITLED)

18+ Minors DNI!!!

"I like holding your hand."

You looked up at him, face still bright red. "Y-you do?"

He nodded slowly. "Yes, Farmer. I do. In fact, I think I'd like to do more than just hold hands with you, if you'll let me," he said, averting his eyes.

Then, it hit you. He was embarrassed. You didn't know the last time he'd flirted with anyone, let alone touched someone... intimately. This meant you'd have to take the lead in the relationship. It wasn't your strong suit, but for Harvey, you'd do whatever it takes.

You smiled brightly at him, letting go of his hand, to his visible dismay. "Why did you do that?" he asked, disappointedly.

Your smile widening, you said "so that I can do this." You walked around his mahogany working desk and approached him. You heard him suck in a breath before saying "do what?"

Your smile turned mischievous as you leaned in and kissed him. All the tension you'd seen when you walked in that day was relieved instantly. He melted into your touch. Then, as Harvey sensed you were about to break away, he pulled you down on top of him. Your eyes shot open, but as you adjusted on your new chair, you grew more confident.

You rolled your hips just once, but Harvey immediately groaned. Then, he said "Farmer... If you do that again, I'm not sure I'll still be a gentleman."

This set you off instantly. Smirking into his lips, you dragged your hands through his hair and rolled your hips again.

Not even a second later, Harvey was up and brought you up with him. He sat you down on his desk with unnecessary force and kissed you like a man starved. You had never seen this side of the local doctor before, and, boy, did it turn you on. Seeing him all hot and bothered from your movements had you gasping for breath and feeling that familiar feeling coiling in your stomach.

Because as gentlemanly as he was feeling, you were feeling even less ladylike.

You explored his strong arms with your hands, briefly caressing his shoulders. He sighed into your mouth, and you took that as a sign to continue. You dragged your hands down his white button up before unbuttoning the top button.

Your lips left his as you looked up at him "Is- is this okay, Doctor?"

He breathed out before responding "you can do whatever you want to me, Farmer."

You grinned at him and continued, agonizingly slow. "Farmer..." he said, in warning.

You looked up at him, batted your eyelashes, and responded "what is it, Doctor?"

He took another deep breath (to restrain himself?) and said "you're teasing me. I don't like to be teased, Farmer."

You smirked again before saying "oh, so would you rather I strip you naked, spit on my fingers, and stroke you 'til you come all over your desk?"

His jaw dropped open. "Um. I- uh.. I- I don't- W-whatever you want, Farmer," he said, inconspicuously adjusting his pants which now featured a growing tent.

"Mhm... Maybe we should wait until you've made up your mind, Doctor. I'll be back tomorrow, for my yearly check-up. Tell me what you want then," you said before jumping off his desk and walking out the door.

Harvey stood, shirt unbuttoned, painful erection covered only by his hand, like you left him, for a very long time.

JHSAKDHFKALJZSHDAFKSDHF this fic reminds me of the tictoc sound "SoftDom is a person who..." so.. take it or leave it! (also did this instead of my essay due tmr so like,,,, blow it up or wtv LMOAOO)

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what is going grocery shopping with you favorite bachelors like? <3

hi anon!!! thank you so much for the ask, this was so fun to write! :D <3

grocery shopping with your bf !

featuring sam, sebastian, alex ♡

⊹₊⟡ sam

growing up, he hated being dragged to the grocery store with his mom, trudging up and down aisles filled with wheat-bran something and green-bean blah

working at jojamart certainly didn't help things either, being constantly surrounded by stockrooms filled with corporate glop

but ever since he's started dating you, and the two of you went on your first official grocery trip™ as a couple, he has gone off the RAILS

always throws something random into the cart, every single trip, without fail

you have to wrangle him around sometimes as he tends to wander off whenever something catches his eye

you're browsing an assortment of breads when he suddenly gasps loudly, nearly scaring the living daylights out of you as he runs over to a precarious-looking display

"cactus fruit joja cola?! that's a thing now??!"

yes, you obviously had to buy a pack. you spoil him too much.

he's always happy to be there, even through the "boring" parts

as you ponder over what kind of sugar to buy ("there's more than one type of sugar? are they all yummy?") he does his best to be helpful

"this one looks... strange, but i feel like we should try something new!"

"that looks like it fits your energy. your vibe, if you will. i'm sensing good vibrations from it."

"think i can pop a wheelie on the cart?" "what the hell, sam, no—" "LOOKKK! i'm doin' it!"

he always feels comfortable to let out his inner child around you, and you love him for it <3

⊹₊⟡ sebastian

just there to help you out <3

he honestly isn't in love with the thought of going out and dragging a cart around for an hour, especially since he doesn't have much preference for foods, but he'll do anything to help you

very efficient—not to end your quality time early, but so your trip can be as quick and easy as possible

"you keep getting stuck in the sweets aisle, love," he says, an amused smile on his face. "come on, let's pick one out then go get the things on our list."

watches you intently as you move up and down the aisles, making a mental note of your preferences

he's gotten it down to a science, so much so that he even takes the initiative to go shopping by himself some days to give you a chance to rest

and when you see him finally return, arms full of bags brimming with your favorite produce and snacks, your heart feels so, so full

it grows on him, the mundane, familiar domesticity of it all

to the point where he automatically tags along, walking just a step behind you as he reminds you of small items you forget from time to time

he now looks forward to spending time with his love; running simple errands with you allows him to take his mind off of the hectic outside world and his brewing inner thoughts, and he so appreciates you for it :,)

⊹₊⟡ alex

he knows what he likes and makes a beeline for it

milk, eggs, a nice ribeye... the regular protein-packed stuff

"this body doesn't maintain itself, y'know!"

he is your personal cart pusher and product grabber, even with the smallest things

and i mean SMALLEST

like he saw you eyeing a box of cereal that was just above eye-level for you, and he swooped in and threw it in the cart

he loves showing off for you, especially when the older folks passing by swoon at his heroism

but he genuinely just wants to help you out!

"don't let the praise from the grannies go to your head," you warn teasingly as he hands you the jam that you had been struggling to reach on the top shelf

he presses a quick, soft kiss to the corner of your lips at that before pulling back with a wink. "i won't, not unless it's from you."

as the two of you wait in line, he's always got his hands on you in some small way

wrapping his arm subtly around your waist, giving your temple a soft peck

or resting his elbow on your shoulder as he browses the various knick knacks on display in the checkout line

"do people still drink five-hour energies?" "i don't know, but i think you definitely shouldn't."

"aren't kinder eggs, like, illegal or somethin'?" "you down to test that?"

it's always so chaotic all around, but it's never boring, you'll give it that :)

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~ ♡

Onions caramelizing on the stove, shane smut cooking on the computer. Life can be beautiful sometimes.

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