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junicult · 6 months

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note ; it’s just so easy to blurb abt harvey rn even though i wish i could respond to asks. studying for finals & i have sm work that’s why i’ve been a little slow recently 😓

just thinking about harvey, ever the gentleman, meeting your parents for the first time.

despite him being the sweetest, probably the best kind of man that your parents would want you to end up with—he’s never been anxious like this. or at least, it’s been a long time.

you dropped the bomb on him in the middle of a very peaceful evening. he had a nice day at work, he’s spending an even better night with you—yet the news suddenly threw a wrench into his serenity.

it’s like you forgot the kind of man you’re dating. while in the back of his mind he’s eager to meet the people he knows are going to be his in-laws someday—it’s the same reason why he’s frightened to meet them.

first impressions are everything, so for the next week he’s going to be asking you questions about things you hardly even know.

what’s your mom’s favorite meal? what does your dad do for a living? what kind of people are your parents? do you think they’ll like him?

“well considering my mom asks about you all the time, yeah, i think they’ll like you.” you giggle, watching his features soften despite his stiff shoulders.

and when it’s the day your parents are set to come into town, it really has been a long time since he’s felt this sweaty.

you haven’t seen him this anxious in so long. it’s endearing how important it is to him.

while he always dresses well, he made a little extra effort today. button up tucked into his slacks, his tie around his neck sitting neater then usual, his hair combed. he sits at the kitchen table bouncing his knee anxiously, looking off into space in deep thought you know is eating him alive.

you, however, sit in your cleaner work clothes, hair like always, maybe a couple extra pieces of jewelry on.

you’ve done your best trying to ease his worries, but even you know there’s nothing that’ll convince him from the worst. there’s no amount of, “honey, they’re going to love you. i promise,” that’ll calm his nerves.

and even though when you brush a couple of his stray hairs behind his ear, leaning down to kiss his forehead, reassuring him once more—he still feels his heart drop to his stomach when he hears the couple knocks on the door.

you greet them warmly, just as a daughter who hasn’t seen her parents in months would. he stands back, wondering what the hell he should be doing with his hands, and if he’s smiling correctly.

when you turn to him, introducing him as your boyfriend, he’s too distracted to notice the look of reassurance you shoot him. sliding your hand across his back, resting your cheek on his shoulder for a moment while he reaches out to introduce himself.

he shakes your parents hands with a warm smile, praying to yoba they don’t notice how clammy they are.

the entirety of the evening is spent with the majority of you catching up with your parents, asking about other family members and hearing about their lives. you carry the conversation significantly—but when it becomes time for your parents to begin asking him questions, you allow him to speak.

he’s good with conversation, so ignoring the fact that these are the people that raised the love of his life—he can manage his sentences without a single stutter.

and when he’s able to make your father laugh, you can practically see the weight lift off his shoulders.

it’s midway through the evening when you come back inside after giving your parents a tour, he stayed in to make you all dinner. you had a moment to come up to him while your parents were off in some other room, wrapping your arms around his waist and peeking over his shoulder.

“how are you doing?” you hum, fixing your gaze on his when he turns to look at you.

“much better.” he chuckles, stirring up the contents in the pot. “how’d they like the farm?”

you giggle. “they love it. my dad got all sentimental about it,” he doesn’t miss the fondness laced in your voice. “guess what?”

he shoots a glance over your head, before humming, “what?”

you squeeze his torso a little tighter. “my mom just told me she loves you. probably more then me, actually.” you tease, leaning over to see his cheeks darken and his lips purse into a smile. “my dad, too. in fact, he said you’re a good man.”

your voice drops an octave to mimic your fathers tone, making him exhale out a laugh through his nose.

though, hearing that made the smile on his cheeks hardly budge for the rest of the evening.

he’s beyond glad his impression made your parents feel that way, even more so because it only indulges his thoughts of your future. and while he could’ve shit his pants when your father pulled him aside after dinner, humming one last greeting, even going as far as to saying, “thank you for treating my daughter so well, she speaks very highly of you,” it makes his heart ache.

hearing your father’s approval, affirming your love of him in the same sentence—well, he almost collapsed.

feeling so nervous for days—really months because he knew he had to meet them at some point—and hearing that was like the deepest breath of fresh air he’s ever received.

so what he’s been in past relationships, maybe their parents liked him as well. none of that mattered, though. because this is the one that really counts. this is the family he wants to be acquainted with the rest of his life.

you’re the one that’s bringing these people into his life.

and really, he should be the one thanking them.

because without them, you’d have never stumbled into his life. and without you, he truly wouldn’t believe in this future.

#✎ drabbles !#i can’t help it #harvey x farmer #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #sdv bachelor hcs #sdv bachelors #sdv harvey hcs #harvey sdv

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junicult · 6 months

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contains ; established relationship. sfw & fluff. one brief suggestive part. pretty much just a blurb. another excuse for me to talk about harvey (bc he’s the only one plaguing my mind) (like usual). more under the cut.

harvey’s favorite days are your anniversary.

he’s the kind of man that tallies up every single anniversary in his head, from your first kiss, all the way to your wedding day. he remembers the ones that seem insignificant, the ones he’d only silently celebrate because they’re so specific you wouldn’t even remember them.

he remembers things like the day he realized he was in love with you. and when it reaches one year since, he’s a little extra smitten. he remembers the day you slept together for the first time, it’s a sweet memory that you both continue to celebrate. he remembers when you both said i love you, one of his favorite anniversaries to wake up to, reminding him of how nervous he was years ago and how easily it is to tell you now.

he likes to reminisce on your milestones, each day there’s a new one he wakes up a little happier, and impossibly more affectionate.

on your first kiss anniversary, still only boyfriend and girlfriend, he doesn’t mention it—but he’s thinking about it all day. he wakes up, you’re awake by his side but cranky from the alarm sounding your room. he looks at you, and the scowl on your face that only makes him smile. his heart still flutters—and all he can think about is that one year ago you were only just a crush.

“good morning, beautiful.” he says sweetly, and you chuckle next to him, rubbing your eye. he leans in for a kiss like he always does, but it feels so different. he’s kissed you more times then he can count at this point, yet one year ago he’d start sweating at the thought of just one.

it’s not until the evening, several kisses throughout the day later, when you’re sitting at home. limbs are sore from a hard day, your eyes low and tired, you lean against your hand and look at him from the kitchen table. “y’know, this might sound crazy; but we shared our first kiss one year ago today.”

he stiffens, eyes widening only slightly. he’s been kissing you all day like he did the first time, only reminding himself of it by each—having no clue you were thinking the same. he smiles, and when he turns around he just nods, “i remember.”

the anniversary of the first time you slept together remains the same, except this time, he knows you remember. he wasn’t able to spend the night before, because you spent all the way up until midnight working as hard as you could to clear out a chunk of the day.

“hey, handsome.” you giggle, walking into the clinic, and he visibly relaxes at the sight of you. you lean over the counter, him following suit to plant a soft, but passionate kiss against your lips that last a little longer then the usual when you come in. one of those kisses that linger even after your lips disconnect.

“i should be finished at four, i’ll head over as soon as i can.” he says, his head tilted to the side a little, trying his best to ignore the way your fingers play with the end of his tie.

and he follows through with his word, tiding himself up at home before he makes his way over and cooks you a nice dinner. he’s a gentleman, showing you nothing but love when he cups your cheek to pull you in. even when you drag him to your room, celebrating the very same thing that happened one year prior.

when you asked him to be your boyfriend still remains one of his favorites—if he had to rank them. it’s one of the anniversaries that started off with him being oblivious, and you sweating bullets.

you were the one who held the bouquet, face hot and palms sweaty while you agonizingly waited for an answer. it’s one of those days that he could hear you talk about forever, how nervous you were and how you were feeling.

that morning he needed to wake up by your side, so he didn’t have to waste a single second before kissing you, mumbling a near incoherent good morning because he just doesn’t want to pull away. it’s been many years since he’s felt this light, and to be honest—he’s never felt it this much.

it’s a day where he’s constantly being asked, “what’s got you so happy?” by anyone near. he stands a little straighter, he’s so much sweeter, smiling as his cheeks continue to ache. it’s an anniversary he celebrates even after you’re married, because it was the first official day he became yours for the rest of your lives.

when he said i love you for the first time—it was weeks, nearly months after he had the revelation on his own. and those weeks he spent everyday with it on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t do it. he couldn’t stand the thought of his feelings being unreciprocated.

when he did realize he loved you was his own special day, one of the ones he doesn’t share but he silently celebrates when he’s with you. it was an anniversary he felt shy to bring up with you—yet gushed when you remembered it as well.

by now, you know the way his mind works. you know he remembers the smallest things, things that seem insignificant to a third party, yet mean everything to the both of you. so when you whisper a loving, full, “i love you,” before you step out for work that morning, he knows you’re saying it exactly how you did the first time.

he doesn’t waste any time saying it back. tacking it as a sappy, “i love you more,” to watch your eyelids squint and your lips press together in faux annoyance. and thus he grins back—because he means it—but it only starts the one-upping game that takes place for the entirety of the day.

and now, his real favorite. a day he had marked on the calendar, a day he’s longed since he first knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you—your wedding anniversary.

it’s easily the most important day. well, aside from your actual wedding. but this day was different, because you are his wife, and you have been his wife for an entire year.

and even years later, when you approach two, five, ten. there’s so many more ahead of you, yet each and every single one makes harvey feel exactly how he did the minute he was standing at the alter, standing with tears in his eyes at just the mere idea of seeing you walk down the isle.

and he celebrates it like it’s still the most important day of his life.

#✎ drabbles !#i’m sorry for writing harvey again.#but no one’s surprised #(i’m also not sorry)#harvey x farmer #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #sdv harvey hcs #harvey stardew valley #harvey sdv #sdv bachelor hcs #sdv bachelors

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junicult · 6 months

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contains ; sfw. budding romance. fem!farmer. a bit of ooc!maru. unestablished feelings. maru just wants to stir the pot 😁!

note ; i don’t even know where this came from.

lmfao i’m just thinking abt maru that definitely knows somethings going on between you and harvey just because she works at the front desk of the clinic.

aside from the first few times you came in to say hello, acquaint yourself with the two during the first couple weeks you were in town—it started to stand out much more that you weren’t just stopping in to greet her as well.

in fact, she’s seen you walk into the clinic even on her days off. she knows you’re not coming to see her.

it started off brief, she’d raise her head to the chime of the glass door opening, seeing you walking in with a smile. “is it an emergency?” she’d ask, scanning you while you quickly shook your head, “ah, no. i’m just here to say…hi.”

you were always polite about it; when she was behind the counter, you’d ask her questions about her day if it wasn’t busy. you at least pretended like she was the reason you came in.

but when you’d disappear in the back for a good while, she’d hear the laughter come from your throat and the shy hum of her boss’ voice through the thin walls.

she wasn’t naive. in fact, it became one of the highlights of her day.

by this point, she was already well aware of what was going on. so why not make it enjoyable for herself as well?

here you are again—she’s lost count of how many times it’s been. for a while she just started telling you how it is; “he’s in the back,” or when she’s feeling particularly bored, “you already know where he is,” just to see your eyes widen and your lips purse coyly.

however, this time it happened to be a very slow day. she’s been sitting behind the counter twiddling her pen for an hour now. she already finished up any extra work she could occupy herself with; now it was just a waiting game.

until you walked in, and she perked up a little.

“hey farmer, how’s it going?” she asks, slapping on a smile and tilting her head.

“i’m good, maru. how’re you? how’s that robot you were working on?” you’re sweet, but she can tell from the way your gaze darts to the door that you weren’t expecting to stop and chat.

“really good! and how’s the farm doing?” she leans in, propping her chin in her palm.

you let out a light laugh, “wonderful. just picked up some extra seeds, actually.” you gesture towards your bag, making it seem like coming into the clinic was only just because you were nearby; yet you both know that isn’t the case.

“oo, what kinds?” maru chirps, feigning much more interest then she actually cares for.

you lick your lips, once again your gaze fixing towards the door, before you plant your feet on the wrong side of the counter since the conversation doesn’t appear to be ending.

“y’know, just some seasonal ones. radish seeds, and i was low on wheat.” you recap, easily a little awkwardly.

“ahh,” she nods in understanding, hardly though.

you sit in silence for a moment. to you, it’s stiffening, it makes your eyes wander anywhere else besides her. but to maru, it’s the most interesting thing that has happened to her all day. seeing your lips purse, and looking down when she hears you softly crack your knuckle.

“so, uh… is—i’m gonna…” you mumble, taking an awaiting step towards the door, before she grins.

“oh! duh. give me a minute, he’s been busy with a couple patients all day so let me see if he’s free.” she straightens up, warm grin on her cheeks.

which isn’t something she’s ever had to do, and that was for a reason—because she’s never needed to. but what’s the harm in allowing her in on a little fun, right?

she hardly stifles her laugh when she turns away, pushing against the door just across the hall where she knows he sits patient-less—just like he always is when you come in. it’s clear you’ve discussed his schedule before, which is why you’re probably raising your eyebrows out in the lobby.

“harvey, the farmer’s here for you. like usual.” she feels inclined to add, leaning against the handle of the door.

“oh!” he turns in his chair, eyes flicking to the clock on the wall before he looks at her. “is she hurt?” it’s impossible to miss the instant worry in his tone.

obviously he’d assume so, maru has never come in to let him know of your presence.

“nope!” she smiles, “want me to send her in?”

he blinks for a moment or two, so amusing, before he nods with a hum.

and just before she closes the door she gets to see him take a quick peek in the mirror, reaching up to ruffle his hair.

“alright, he’s free. ‘round the corner, you know where he is.” maru chaffs, nodding her head in the direction.

you briefly laugh, still dripping in awkwardness that only makes her entire evening.

but, if there’s one thing about maru, it’s that she’s quite nosy. it’s unbelievable how badly she wants to ask about it.

it’s clear from the way you’re always together, seen in public, and even sometimes at festivals she’ll look over to see you talking his ear off—that you’re into him.

and from all the times she’d mention your name just to see his eyes flicker, his posture straighten, and his hands slightly tremble—he’s into you.

hell, even the times when she’d be standing in the same room as you two, watching the overly expressive eye contact, the fleeting touches; it felt like she was watching a live rom-com.

whether you both realize it or not; she does. which only makes it so much more enjoyable on her end.

#✎ drabbles !#why’d i write this? just cus.#she constantly watches the farmer run to the back w coffee #she’s gotta know…#harvey x farmer #sdv harvey #sdv harvey x farmer #sdv harvey x reader #sdv bachelor hcs #sdv bachelors #sdv harvey hcs #harvey sdv

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junicult · 6 months

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i'm obsessed with your writing and i have a little request...

could you write something about morning sex with shane?? 🫣

take your time of course. thank you!

yes i absolutely can.

contains ; nsfw. purely smut. drabble. fem!farmer. morning sex (duh). quickie. kind of implied newer relationship. v brief fingering (sorta). lotus <3. unprotected sex. creampie. he’s a little selfish in this 🤷‍♀️. lots of dialogue. read w caution cus it was the middle of the night when i wrote this and…u know what that means.

note ; wrap it before u tap it amen

“shane—“ you murmur through swollen lips, hardly pulling away despite the verbal protests you can’t even manage.

propped with one hand on the mattress, bent forward just to meet him where he stays in bed, you’re standing half-dressed next to your boyfriend who is doing his absolute best job at distracting you.

your attempt to hold your ground crumbles piece by piece the more his lips work against yours, dazedly. his fingers buried deep in your hair, planted at the base of your neck, with no avail to let you go. not after you’ve already stepped away once to get dressed after your annoying alarm woke him up too.

“mmf, sha—ne,” your mumble hardly managed to pass through his lips.

he’s shaking his head slightly, the same moment he leans back just enough for you to be pulled forward, balancing yourself with your knee pressing against the mattress. good, he’s halfway there.

“shh,” he stubbornly breathes, his free hand finding the small of your back.

he knows he’s not strong enough to pull you entirely into him, so when all of your weight finally lifts off the floor and you’re kneeling over him on the same sheets you were just in minutes ago—he knows you’re not trying nearly as hard as your words make it seem.

your half-buttoned jeans, bare chest aside from your singular cotton bra somehow has him entranced. his hand pinches your skin, peeking his fingertips underneath your jeans.

“what’s gotten into you this morning?” you sigh, a short whimper spilling from your throat when he sucks desperately on your upper neck.

“just—five minutes…what’s five minutes?” he pants, so depraved in a singular breath it sends goosebumps straight to your lower stomach.

“five, huh?” you tease, hardly managing a chuckle before his tongue against your skin causes you to choke out a moan.

he grazes his hand down your ass, until he presses hard against your thigh. you don’t even bother fighting back as he pulls your leg over his, situating you in his lap.

maybe out of curiosity, but mostly just to be an even bigger tease now that he’s properly riled you up—your hand falls to press against his boxers to feel exactly what’s got him acting like this so early.

he groans, breathy and quiet, but it has your lips pulling into a smirk.

“what was it?” you egg on, raising your chin to give him more room to work with, “just the sight of me in my underwear, or what?”

“can you blame me?” he fervently sighs, and you can practically feel his smile against your skin as he works lower.

the hand that was held against your neck, has long since made purchase with his other, pressing against your back to bring you closer.

your own hand presses atop his shoulder to hold balance, fingertips warm from his skin.

and maybe it was because of all the heat he’s taking from your words, your actions, but he’s not even shy to slip his hand underneath the rough fabric of your jeans to give your ass a squeeze.

you continue to counter like ping-pong, gently squeezing his hard-on over his boxers.

he can’t hold back the stifled groan no matter how hard he tries. his body tenses against you, and his throat bobs as he swallows.

“don’t be a tease.” his voice is low, almost a whine, lips grazing the mark he made on your neck.

you know exactly how horny he is by his needy tone. it’s rare he ever gives in like this, he’s such a fan of making it seem like you’re the one who’s so depraved, even if he starts it all.

“then fuck me already, i have work to do.” the vulgarity of your comment has his tongue jutting out the side of his cheek, catching his scoff between.

you don’t really have to ask twice in this instance, despite him usually making you.

his fingers graze against the hem of your underwear, nothing particularly sexy as you’d think, but—well, panties are panties.

“yes ma’am,” he whispers, pulling away from your skin to look you in the eyes. he knows exactly what he’s doing, showing it with subtle upturn of his lips, even more so when he finally dips his hand under the layers of fabric and the rough pad of his middle finger presses against the bud that makes your breath hitch.

he’s focused on you, his finger delving quicker then he usually does, but he’s also hornier then he usually is.

you sigh, shoulders relaxing, you lean into him a little. his fingers doesn’t stray further from your clit—another thing he usually doesn’t do. when he wants to rile you up, he’s going in.

but you remain satisfied with this, mainly because you’ve already lost a chunk of time you could be using for work.

whatever, what’s one late start?

“is this alright?” he asks, mostly asking if he’s touching you properly, but also just genuine wondering.

“yeah,” you nod, closing your eyes, “feels good. give me a minute.” and he knows that’s for you to warm up.

so he does, always loving the way you look when he’s doing you right. your lips are glossy (probably his doing) even before you peek your tongue out to wet them.

there’s a quiet, faint whimper that sounds from your throat, pulling a smirk onto his cheeks like always. his teeth press against his own lip on instinct, eyes dragging down to the mark he made on your neck, then your cleavage, down to where his hand sits under your clothes.

your hips rock once, humming, “okay, that’s good.” you pull away all too quickly—to which he instinctively frowns—until he realizes you’re repositioning to tug off your pants.

it’s the same instinct when he squeezes his erection similarly to how you did previously, dragging the fabric of his boxers under his fingertips along his length while you slip out of your jeans.

you don’t even bother being a tease, and frankly he doesn’t care either—throwing both items of clothing off in one go.

he looks at you like he’s ravenous—to which he may as well be.

you reposition over him like you just were, and he thinks you’re going to drive him crazy, so crazy he might finish right then and there as you wrap your hand underneath his jaw, tilting his head up for a messy kiss.

your other hand tugs down his boxers just enough to free his length. you wrap your hand around him, thumb dragging along his slit and he shudders at the feeling, his breath escaping into your mouth.

“something tells me it’s not going to be five,” you remark with a teasing lilt.

“probably not.” he sighs honestly. even the sound of your laugh makes him twitch.

you lift your hips, angling yourself over him. he sighs when you slowly lower, head lulling back against the headboard.

you sink yourself down, eyebrows pinching at the feeling only because you’re still a little underprepared, but it’s not enough to hurt.

“fuck,” he breathes, seething at the feeling of you tightening around him. his hands don’t hesitate to wrap around your back, tugging you against his chest.

you stay still longer then he likes, and he has to fight himself not lift his hips.

until you do, and he sighs again, lips pursing and his eyes close. he can feel your hand give his shoulder a gentle squeeze, your forearm resting against his other so your fingers can ravel through his hair.

he starts talking before he can even stop himself, “i had a dream about you last night.”

it’s obvious what kind of dream he means, that you don’t even have to ask. the revelation flatters you.

you look down at him, lowering your hips once more, almost as quickly as you lift them, starting a solid rhythm. he groans under his breath.

“yeah? why didn’t you wake me up?”

his head rolls to the side, lidded eyes opening his gaze at your hips. “we haven’t really talked about that yet.”

“i don’t mind.” you hum, a short moan slips the back of your throat and you roll your hips a little, eliciting the same reaction from him.

“i will next time. i dream about you a lot.” he admits easily. his gaze drags up your body again, stopping at your bra and he thinks he wishes it was on the floor like your other clothes.

his fingers dig down into the fat of your ass, rolling your hips forward once more on his own. he can’t help the vocal response, you stifle yours with a thought, “like what?”

“like this.” he answers quickly, swallowing a breath.

the pace you held, previously slow, quickens at his words. his eyes stay lidded, half-focused on the soft bounce of your breasts, the other half lost in your movements making him progressively weaker.

you let out a short chuckle, and it causes his attention to turn back to your lips.

“nn—yeah, me too.”

he looks at you like he needs to know more, head tilting straight.

“you’re good at eating me out,” you answer with a shameless laugh, continuing to make his erection twitch inside of you.

you roll your hips forward once more, this time a little more practiced. your moan is heavenly, and if he wasn’t already letting out the same sound from your action, then he is just from hearing yours. “yeah? you think so?”

“i know, i was surprised too.” you jest with a smile.

he grips your thighs tighter, pulling your hips down while lifting his at that. “hush,” he shakes his head, amused when his reaction has you letting out a whine.

the same whine that made him realize he’s not going to last much longer.

while he’s at it, he starts to use his minimal strength to continue controlling your pace. it makes his chest heave a little.

“sh—it,” he shudders under his breath. you fall forward, lips brushing against his and your breaths even out together. “i might cum.”

which is a lie. he will, he knows this. you do too, because you scoff at his attempt, nothing more then a shake of your head.

you’re a little grateful he’s taken more control in this, it feels good when he lifts your hips and you roll forward to stimulate your clit, instead of doing both.

he purses his lips, throat closing, eyebrows pinching, there’s a torn groan that he croaks out, sending goosebumps down your spine. you drop your forehead onto his shoulder.

he starts to nod slowly, pressing his hands against your ass to drag your hips one last time, before he uses his strength to stop them entirely.

“nngh, fuck me,” he breathes, quiet and right in your ear it almost could’ve been enough to send you over the edge.

he stills, and you’ve memorized every one of his reactions so well to know he’s cumming inside of you—thighs twitching just once and his head falls against the headboard.

you don’t miss the sight; quickly looking up to see his eyebrows pinch. to see him swallow multiple times. to see his teeth bite down on his lip while he tries his best to stifle his last moan—always a task he fails time and time again.

you hardly let him catch his breath.

“is that a new record?”

and he’s too fucked out to even poke back. he nods his head, giving in. “i think so.”

his willingness makes your pride soar, smirk on your cheeks.

you lift your hips after a moment longer, pressing a gentle kiss against the corner of his lips whilst you do so. still resting on your back, his limbs lay weaker which disallows him from not letting you go.

he opens his eyes to see you standing up, and he’s instantly frowning when you start to step into your panties.

“you’re not gonna let me finish you off?” he almost groans, throwing his arm over his forehead.

“save it for tonight, i have work to do.”

#✎ drabbles !#y’all might hate me but i dialed down the horniness #let me test the waters w this first OKAY #sdv shane x farmer #sdv shane x reader #sdv shane #shane x farmer #sdv bachelor hcs #sdv nsfw #sdv bachelors #sdv smut

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junicult · 6 months

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i love writing fluff so much there’s something about it that just has me giggling and twirling my hair after each sentence

but the minute it hits 10pm a drabble i intended to be entirely fluff just becomes the most detailed smut i’ve ever written & it’ll never see the light of day bc it’s just SO nasty for this cute little dainty fandom LMFAOO

#˚•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊ thoughts 💭#i used to write for anime &….they’re so horny over there #it’s hard not to revert myself back to my old ways

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junicult · 6 months

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i honestly just wanna talk about kissing harvey again bc i wholeheartedly believe that’s his love language.

i think, if he was sentenced to a life where he couldn’t kiss you ever again, (y’know, IF) he’d just die right then and there. if he can’t kiss you, then just kill him. that’s his personal hell.

he starts the day pressing a dainty, gentle kiss to your lips. it’s always quick, but so intimate while he whispers a hummed, “good morning,” right afterwards. his cold hand sends shivers up your spine for multiple reasons when it brushes against your jaw, or even your lower neck as he holds you close for a moment.

he never leaves for work or lets you leave without another, even if it’s only been a matter of minutes since the last. it’s always the same, but the affect it leaves on you never changes. “have a good day, please be safe. i’ll see you this evening. i love you.”and he says all of that with his hand still against your cheek, his eyes soft looking into yours so close. he won’t leave until you say an i love you back.

sometimes, when you spare a few moments to come back inside, and it’s one of those days where he doesn’t need to go to the clinic—it’ll always be his favorite surprise. his eyes glued to the papers in front of him while he goes over some work, and his head snaps up to the door opening. conversation ends up light, but just the sight of you (intact) makes him beam. of course, you’re not allowed to leave without one more goodbye kiss.

and finally, you’re so dirty, sweaty, smelly from all the work you’ve done. not even the aroma of dinner awaiting in the oven can mask how you smell, yet he’s doing the same thing. “how was your day, i’ll get dinner set up. anything interesting happen?” when you meet him in the kitchen, his hand ropes around your lower waist. he’s pulling you in, pressing you against him subtly so he can tilt over you. the kiss is always deeper, an unspoken virtue of his gratefulness that you came back safely, and he gets to express this endearment on you again.

he’ll never be opposed to throwing in a few more. who’s to say you don’t wake up to four kisses, leave for work with three, come back with ten.

but you’ll never receive the ten if you don’t get the first. it’s always the first that matters most, and he never forgets it.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BEST STARDEW WRITER OUT THERE! I hope your day is amazing 🖤💕🥺

craziest statement, OUTRAGEOUS even but oh my god i’m so honored :,) i had a wonderful day, even better thanks to you 🫶🫶

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!! hope you have the bestest day

i am also in midterm season rn and i can’t imagine also running a blog i think i would cry from being overwhelmed so no pressure to write! mental health first b

thank you sweetheart!!!!! ah i love u muah🫶

i love posting but yeah when it comes to exam season i gotta put all of my attention in or else it won’t end well for me😭😭

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Happy birthday lovely! Have an amazing day :D

thank you thank you!!! i did <33

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!! the bachelors as fathers

contains ; sfw! sooo much fluff. fem!farmer. unnamed child. established relationships — marriage. your child is implied to be around kindergarten age. men that are good w kids hehehe. not proofread / slightly rushed in some parts. i’ll edit it later LOL.

note ; i get asks on this topic at least twice a week. i’m finally caving. here’s my birthday gift to you <3

harvey.

- he was honestly made to be a father.

- despite his taller stature, there was something about him that felt so comforting.

- if a child had walked up to him all alone, sobbing with snot down their nose, he didn’t hesitate to kneel and help them find their parent.

- soothing them, grabbing their hand and asking questions to calm them down.

- no, it wasn’t a daily occurrence but it’s definitely happened to him a couple times. and each and every time he was able to help them relax, and easily reunited them with whomever their guardian was.

- he’s good with kids. always has been.

- he probably even had a babysitting job every now and then when he was younger.

- there’s was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to have his own when he grew up. and when you just so happened to stumble into his life, marrying him with the same ideals…well.

- you obviously knew he wanted kids before you got married.

- and when you realized you wanted him to be the father of your child; was another one of those instances where you got to see just how good he was with them.

- hearing how sweet he’s always been to vincent during his doctor visits, especially when the boy was younger.

- he’s a girl dad. say what you will, but he is.

- he’ll sit at the unbelievably tiny table, cramped in the tiny chair with his knees up to his chest while he tips back the empty teacup and his pinky in the air.

- he’ll even wear the tiara.

- zero complaints.

- you and his daughter would literally be the most important things in the entire world to him. he’d do anything for you two.

- like…ugh. oh my god.

- sometimes you’d come home late, and you’d walk down the hall to hear his gentle voice animatedly in your daughters dark bedroom.

- and you’d peek in, and there he was sitting at the end of her bed, quietly reading while she sleepily listens all tucked in.

- or even times when you’d wake up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, confused.

- so you’d walk out to go find him, having no clue where the hell he was so you check your daughters bedroom,

- and well, there he is. long ass limbs tucked and haphazardly strewn about to make room for your daughter who lays next to him sleeping peacefully in her toddler bed.

- he’s not asleep (obviously), but he lays with his eyes closed until you gently creak the floorboard.

- “she had a nightmare.” is all he says, and it’s enough to make you smile.

- even though he’s already so health conscious…it only grows after you have a child.

- “did you brush your teeth? make sure to get the gums.” “a balanced breakfast is the perfect way to start the day!” he sounds like a elementary classroom poster.

- the minute someone in the house sniffles…he’s checking everyone’s temperature.

- during the winter, he’s at the door wrapping your daughter in multiple puffy coats, scarves, earmuffs, gloves, before letting her step outside.

- you’re not off the hook either, but you never bundle up the way he wishes you would.

- “why doesn’t mommy have to wear this?” she pouts while he’s helping her in her thick boots.

- “why don’t you ask her that?😊” (he’s instigating.)

- i’m telling you, girl dad.

sam.

- his own kids weren’t on his radar when you guys first started dating.

- but he’s always liked them. especially when vincent was born.

- he was that lowkey irresponsible but very responsible older brother.

- like, he’d be in his teens telling his very impressionable younger brother to say bad words and then would act shocked when he got in trouble for saying them.

- but when it came to being the oldest man in the house while their dad was away, he really showed maturity in helping jodi and being there for them.

- and while you both established a committed relationship, that one day you’d want to be married and have kids—he idealized it a bit more.

- but then again, it was still one of those things you both needed to really think and talk about before you even acted on it, especially since you got married young.

- lol i feel like jodi or marnie forced u guys to watch jas and vincent for a weekend once.

- and after how well it went, that was kinda when it clicked that you guys were ready.

- he’s both a girl dad and a boy dad.

- he’d literally jump for joy for either outcomes. he was just excited to finally be a dad after years of daydreaming of it.

- as much as i don’t wanna say it, i still feel like he’d be much better at the fun stuff then the parenting stuff.

- i just think it’s bc he thinks with his heart more then his head, and when his child is sad and pouting, he’s too sympathetic to hold his ground.

- he wouldn’t leave it all for you to do, but he’d definitely be worse at scolding if you aren’t by his side.

- like, she colored all over the walls or something. his initial reaction would be to freak out and find a way to clean it before you’d find out (he doesn’t wanna add more work to your busy day), but then he’d scold.

- “no, don’t do that. wall, bad. paper, good. understand? nod if you understand,” …well he’s trying.

- then you’d come home to see him scrubbing the walls while your child blissfully doodles in her coloring book on the floor beside him.

- if he had a son, he’d have a little bit of practice from those few years where he babysat vince.

- lol, there’s a lot of features your son would inherit between the two of you.

- but personality wise…your son is definitely a mini-sam.

- and imagine one day, it’s the early stages of spring so sam’s typical allergies start to act up.

- you’ve always known how to handle him when he gets really sick. but picture your red-nosed, leaky-eyed husband standing behind you while you rummage through the medicine cabinet,

- and all of a sudden you hear a familiar sniffle from down the hall.

- you just freeze, slowly turning to face sam who’s making the same face that you are. until he starts to laugh.

- yeah. so now here you are, both of your boys snuggled in bed with the same sickly look, mumbling about how grateful they are that you’re there to care for them.

- and here’s the thing. if your son is sam’s mini-me…then i can assure you you’re stuck with two of the clingiest boys by your side.

shane.

- he never really thought he’d get a loving, happy family of his own.

- but he definitely daydreamed of it in times when he really just wanted an escape.

- he was always the best with jas.

- he doesn’t necessarily treat her like his daughter. but it’s not like she gives him any reason to.

- he doesn’t treat her like a child, per say. just kind of like another person. probably bc of their trauma bond lol

- he cares for her like an older brother cares for his little sister.

- so even though he has jas in his life, someone he cares for so strongly, he still doesn’t think of himself as being a good father.

- when he met you though, and you were so reassuring and sweet, that thought definitely changed.

- it went from him seeing a life alone, to pondering a family of his own.

- when he finally had the motivation to clean himself up, it approached a couple years since he’s been sober and it was definitely in the forefront of his mind to start a family with you.

- i also think of him as a girl dad. i can’t picture him as a boy dad at all not even gonna lie 😭

- like he’d be the kind of dad that would dress as the supporting character in your daughter’s favorite movie for halloween (spirits eve wtvr)

- also the kind of dad that’d join in on tea parties as well, just with the most plain look on his face despite him not minding being there.

- also…let me tell you there would be a whole inside joke swear jar thing in ur house.

- when your daughter was old enough to decipher what words were “good” and “bad,” the swear jar became very important.

- i think it started when you were pregnant.

- “ah fuck, i think i cooked this wrong. damnit.” he’d mumble.

- “we should probably stop saying those before the baby comes.” you hum, and he looks at you all confused.

- “saying what?” bc they’re in his daily vocabulary to the point where he forgets they’re “inappropriate.”

- so there came the swear jar. and every now and then it’d be a little inside joke when he swore, you’d look at him like, “drop a dollar in the jar😁”

- and when you’d say one, he was so petty matching your exact tone and smile.

- your daughter just grew up with it. it became an even bigger inside joke when you were all sitting at the kitchen table one night, he leans in to take a bite of food and, “shit! that’s hot.”

- before you even said anything your daughter smiles exactly like you would, “that’s a dollar in the swear jar, daddy.”

- ur both STUNNED. and also very proud in a sense.

- you just burst out laughing while he tries to think of a counter, but really, he’s too amused to even say anything back (thus drops a dollar in the jar!)

- 😓😓he’d be the sweetest when it came to his daughter all sad about something.

- no matter what it was. even if she as much as scrapes her knee, he would be so affectionate.

- he’s not the “walk it off” kind of dad.

- if she came to him sobbing, he’d immediately calm her down by picking her up and propping her on the couch, searching for the stuff you use for wounds in the cabinets.

- “it’s okay, you’re okay. it was just a little scrape, you won’t even feel it tomorrow.”

- and he’s wiping her tears, pressing a kiss to her forehead before going into the freezer and getting her ice cream (before dinner😨) saying, “don’t tell mommy, okay?”

- although you try finish up work early enough to tuck your daughter in bed, sometimes you end up running late.

- so uh…shane sometimes forgets to put her to bed, and of course she’s not gonna say anything!!! bedtime is a child’s worst nightmare!

- and usually when that happens, you’d end up coming home to the sight of the two of them, knocked out sharing the same blanket on the couch, cuddled up together while the tv’s still on.

- and when that happens, well, you find it a little hard to take that sight away.

sebastian.

- girl dad. sorry i just had to start with it.

- maybe i could see him with a son, but honestly…no i can’t.

- but i’m not gonna lie to you,

- for a while i feel like he didn’t want kids. not really at least.

- he’d think about them and it was always a nice idea, until he really thought about it and all the mess that babies come with lol.

- plus at the point in his life when you two met, he just wasn’t ready. for a while at least.

- when you talked about it, the topic of children was only on the table. you knew you wanted them, just not yet.

- it took a good handful of years before you actively started trying.

- even though he was prepared during your pregnancy, i feel like it didn’t hit him he was a father until after ur baby was born.

- he fell in love. swear.

- like…that tiny, wrinkly little lump was his. he helped make that. and not only was it his but it was also the woman he loves’.

- it took him a while to get into the system of it all when it came to caring for the baby. i’m talking changing diapers, feeding, burping, things like that.

- but when he was left alone with her, he was kinda in his own little world. he could hold her all day and never get tired.

- and that was a concept so crazy to him bc he didn’t get that kind of love from a father growing up.

- which is exactly why i feel like he’d actually be such a great dad.

- he could be stern when he needed to be, but never strict.

- “eat your greens,” kinda dad LMAO. especially if you were the one to make them.

- when she’d come up to him with the messiest doodle of your little family on a piece of paper, he’d think of it as a masterpiece.

- he’s not very expressive tho LOL like he’d look at the drawing and only smile, a little “thank you,” in a sweet tone.

- that’s just how he is lol. on the inside he’s sobbing.

- it would always end up on the fridge.

- he spends a lot of time at home.

- which results in a lot of time he spends with your daughter, even while he’s doing his own thing on his computer working.

- but nearly every day he was greeted with a, “daddy, can we go somewhere? what’s mommy doing?” and depending on where you were, he’d help get her shoes on and take her out on a walk to go find you.

- she got her outdoorsy side from you, that’s for sure. but because she needs a guardian, he’s gotten much more used to being outside.

- it was often you’d be working on your crops outside, wiping sweat from your forehead & turn around to your daughter eagerly wanting to help.

- now, this is not to say that your relationship w sebastian was poor before you had your daughter, i’m not saying that at all,

- but because of her adventurous personality, and clinginess to the both of you—your bond grew even more.

- “she wanted to see you.” he’d sheepishly smile, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead while you both turn and watch her feed the chickens.

- “didn’t you have that website to finish?”

- “…okay i wanted to see you too.”

alex.

- absolutely wanted a family. holy shit there’s zero doubt in my mind.

- he’s kinda wanted a more traditional household, probably based on the ideals he grew up with.

- but he absolutely didn’t mind you being the breadwinner. he honestly enjoyed it much more.

- he’d spend hours daydreaming about living on the farm with you. carrying one child on his shoulders and holding the other’s hand while guiding them around the town’s fair.

- and lowkey, i feel like one of his favorite topics of conversation was discussing how your children would be raised lol

- talking in bed at night like, “i think our son would be a gridball fan. maybe even grow up to be a player himself.” while he sighs longingly.

- which also ties into me believe he’s a boy dad. you know he is.

- i definitely feel like he’d have a boy and a girl. it’s his dream.

- he’d be fine with two boys or two girls but when he daydreamed about his future, it was always you, your son & your daughter.

- it’s just once again the traditional picture of a household and even though i don’t really think he’s that old fashioned after he met you, i still believe he’d want 2 kids.

- he would seriously daydream it all the time. the months of your pregnancy, when you found out it was a boy he really saw his future fitting like a puzzle piece.

- after a couple years, your son (who may i add was literally his mini-me) got a bit older, you both discussed it was time for another.

- and when you found out it was a girl…god. i definitely think he cried, disagree all you want.

- he’s such a caring dad. i believe he wants the best for his children, and he knows what it was like to be neglected so i can never imagine him being like that.

- first of all, you already know every single day of the summer he’s bringing them down to the beach.

- packing a bag, (that takes him halfway through the day before he realized he forgot towels) propping up beach chairs & an umbrella for shade.

- he’s never opposed to a good sand castle. especially when he remembers to bring the little molds that help with the foundation.

- kneels in the shallow end, standing close to his kids when they want to swim.

- and he’s always a fan of recapping it with you at the end of the day.

- “tell mommy what you found at the beach,” he ushers, bouncing your daughter on his hip while your son eagerly begins.

- i feel like after having children, not only is he a good dad, but he becomes an even better husband to you.

- he just loves how hard you work for him and your family, so you can bet on mother’s day, or your birthday, he’ll be all about making it special for you.

- all of them wake up earlier then you, making breakfast (well, watching him make breakfast) before they put it all on a plate and deliver it to you in bed.

- ur the kind of parents that other parents are jealous of, y’know?

- he’s just so in love with you, and the kids you made. it makes him love you even more.

elliott.

- he’s always wanted kids. he would find himself daydreaming, even when he was in his early twenties, about one day raising a child with the person he loves.

- when he met you was the start of his writing career.

- at that point, it was a little underwhelming, which was the perfect opportunity to get start a relationship with you.

- you were both fairly busy, but the thing about his job was he could lounge in your cottage while you were off working,

- and when you were able to spare a few minutes, you could stop in and see him.

- while your relationship progressed, you began the discussion of getting married and having children one day.

- it just so happened to be right when his career was taking off when you finally settled into your lives together.

- which postponed trying for a little while, but eventually you were able to.

- lol, i’m gonna say it;

- without a DOUBT a girl dad.

- oh my god he would daydream of having a little you running around, tuft red hair with your sweet smile.

- and with how melodramatic he is, imagine that projected onto your daughter LMAO.

- if you couldn’t find him in his typical writing room sometimes, all u had to do was walk to your daughters room where he propped up his own little desk.

- just so he could be near her.

- he also is just entranced at all times, he loves holding her, just looking at her.

- he’s extremely helpful.

- for the most part, he was always immediate to react if your newborn needed something. the second she’s cry, he was up on his feet telling you to stay put.

- he’s just very understanding with how busy you are, and he never minded spending more time with his daughter.

- if it was the middle of the night, and she needed something, he’d always shake his head to you pushing off your blankets, whispering, “i got it, my love. go back to sleep, i’m sure she’s fine.”

- especially on days where he knows you’re particularly stressed, he’s not letting you lift a finger.

- anyways, it carried on when your daughter got older, too.

- she’d walk in all, “mommy, i threw up,” & he was on his feet to help before you even registered what happened.

- he’s just always been fantastic help.

- one of his favorite things to do is read to her.

- similar to harvey, except ten times more.

- he’s acting out each part, using different voices for different characters, making a grand show of it all just to hear his daughter giggle.

- it’s become a habit every night, and since you’re typically busy most evenings, it’s often you’ll come in to find him mid-storytelling.

- even if you intend on reading to her, you always end up stopping to let him finish. he’s so entertaining with it that even you’re interested in this plot line for 2 year olds.

- he’ll never skip this routine.

- and when he kisses her goodnight, he tucks her in, pushes her hair from her forehead and bends down to plant a soft kiss.

- “goodnight, sweetheart. sweet dreams.” he always says.

- he’s gentle with you, he’s even gentler with her.

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