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his favorite hairstyles of yours !

in which your boyfriend loves any way you wear your hair, but these ones in particular have him weak in the knees... featuring all of the bachelors <3

⊹₊⟡ sam

anything comfy for you is his absolute fave

because it reminds him of cozy cuddles :)

messy buns, claw clips, a loose ponytail...

it just makes him feel more at home with you than he already does

like its a sign that work time is over, and now he can spend the rest of the day with his love <3

so whenever you loosely tie your hair into one of these hairstyles, his cuddle mode is ON >:)

⊹₊⟡ sebastian

i think he's a sucker for dark hair

whether it flows past your waist or sits right above your shoulders, he just loves how it looks on you

his favorite is when it's down, so he can run his fingers absentmindedly through it

it helps him think, he swears!!

he has tried to braid your hair before while fidgeting with it

and now it's his favorite thing to do with his hands heheh

⊹₊⟡ alex

a high ponytail absolutely KILLS HIM

like you already look so good as you are, but whenever he catches you adjusting your ponytail to get it out of your face in the hot summer sun..

OOFFFF. rest in pieces to him.

he especially adores the strands that fall in front to frame your face, essentially a trophy of your hard work

even if it gets messy at the end of the day, it always reminds him of the summertime, organic and carefree~

⊹₊⟡ harvey

any small accessory just melts his HEART

a claw clip pulling your hair half-up half-down, cute barrettes framing your face, anything tiny but noticeable just does it for him

he appreciates how it's both adorable and functional for you!

he always makes sure to compliment it too, making you blush ehehe

king of noticing the small details <3

⊹₊⟡ elliott

anything elegant just makes him swoon

he already thinks you look like a princess, but even more so with your hair up like this

he always asks what he did to deserve such special treatment, but you just wanted to try a cute new hairstyle that day~

but now it feels even more fun to try out new styles, seeing which ones he admires the most!

he runs his fingers appreciatively through your locks, so gentle and careful not to ruin it <3

he wants you to teach him this superpower, and when you do, he's actually so amazing at it it makes you a little mad LOL

⊹₊⟡ shane

braids. braids of any kind

he just thinks they make you look nice, and he knows how tiring it can be taking care of the animals

so he likes that they can help keep the hair out of your face too

gently pulls on them lightheartedly whenever you tease him just a little too much as if "warning" you

he also likes how your hair gets a little (or a lot) frizzy when you take them out

its so endearing to him, even if he rarely admits it ;)

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open <3

good morning, dear

a sweet lil one-shot btw farmer and harvey where farmer Takes Care of him as the two of them wake up

MDNI!!!

read it on ao3 here!

When you woke up that Saturday morning next to your husband, you knew nothing would pull you from his side. 

Harvey. With his tousled, salt-and-pepper hair and his white boxers with red hearts all over. God, he made you feel things.

Gently, you touched his arm. His neck. His jaw. His lips.

When his eyelids fluttered open, his eyes darted toward you to ensure you were still by his side. He always felt a flash of disappointment when he woke up and you weren’t there to greet him. Today, he smiled and nuzzled into your touch.

“Hello, darling,” he whispered to you. You loved it when he called you that sweet nickname. It was soft, comfortable, and held a quiet elegance, just like him. 

You pressed a slow kiss to his lips and his hands came up to capture your face, holding you there.

Your kiss deepened and Harvey let out a low moan before moving one of his hands from your jaw down your back. You smiled into your kiss before moving to straddle him.

As soon as you settled into his lap, you recognized that familiar sensation of his erection rubbing against your thigh. Feeling frisky this morning, you took the opportunity to grind down onto him. He groaned again and thrust upwards.

“Farmer…,” he said, between pants, “I need you.”

Smiling into your kiss, you reach blindly for the hem of your shirt. When you find it, you sit up, and Harvey helps you pull it off.

Almost immediately, his lips latch onto your nipple. A shock rips through you, and you moan out his name. “Harvey!” you say, breathily. He hums a response, still suckling at your nipple.

You arch your back, giving him easier access to your chest. He sucks harder as if rewarding you for your good behavior.

You aren’t letting him have you that easy, though. You grind down on his crotch again and he removes his lips from your nipple. 

“Farmer!” he says, suddenly disoriented. You smile at him, innocently, knowing that this look tells him you want to play.

You watch the moment it dawns on him as his eyes darken slightly and his cheeks tinge pink. “You want a game, Farmer? You can have a game.”

He smirked and flipped you over. “Let’s play,” he says, his voice gravelly.

You giggled as he attacked your neck with mustachioed kisses. But the giggles stopped short when he became more aggressive in his technique, sucking and biting at your collarbone.

Your hands moved down his body to his boxers, sweetly caressing his drooling length making him moan into your poor, abused neck.

You pull briefly at the waistband of his boxers, indicating your need for more of him.

He huffed one last breath into your neck before adjusting your positions. He sat with his back against your headboard, his cock sprung free from his boxers. You knelt between his legs, your lips ready and waiting, your hands tied together behind your back with the tie he’d discarded on the floor last night before the two of you jumped into bed together.

“Can I, Doctor?” you said, with batted eyelashes.

With a grunt, he acquiesced, placing a hand on your head in a gesture of unspoken authority.

You spat on his length, preparing him for your mouth. With your lips wrapped around his cock, you began to bob your head up and down. Your teeth grazed his cock briefly, and you heard him whine in anticipation. 

Suddenly, you felt his hand push his length all the way down your throat. Gagging, you tried to swallow, knowing he loved this sensation. 

He moaned loudly, and you would’ve smirked if your mouth hadn’t been full. You were raised with manners. It’s rude to open your mouth while enjoying breakfast. 

You tugged at your makeshift restraints, wishing desperately to cradle and squeeze his balls and maybe even put a finger or two into his tight hole. 

You began to shift under his iron grip signalling your need to speak. He immediately removed his hand and began to pull his dick from your mouth. 

Regaining your breath, you signalled toward your restraints. He reached over you and untied you. 

“I’m sorry, Honey. Did I go too far?” he said with a concerned look.

“Not at all. I just need my hands, Dear.” 

His eyes widened and he blushed furiously. After all these years, he still wasn’t attuned to all of your tricks. 

“Do I have your permission, my love?” you asked innocently.

He blushed harder before nodding furiously.

With a smirk, you rolled your wrists and pulled him lower on the bed. After adjusting his legs, you spat on your hands and rubbed them together, warming them up. 

Harvey followed your actions attentively, hoping he might be able to figure out what you’d planned for him somehow.

Maybe he’d not had enough time today because he was completely in the dark as you began to suck on his balls and circled a finger around his hole.

You heard his breath quicken as you felt his balls tighten. 

Slowly, you pushed your finger into his fuckhole. He moaned loudly and gripped your hair with renewed intensity. 

“Fuck, Farmer! Please. Harder,” he whimpered.

Slowly, you inserted a second finger. As you resumed curling your fingers inside him, he let out a short cry. 

“Farmer… I’m close. Please. Let me come inside you, my love.”

Without another word, you removed your fingers and readjusted your position, straddling him once more. 

“Farmer…,” he said when the two of you made eye contact. 

You smiled and aligned yourself with his fat cock. 

After a brief kiss, you sank all the way down.

The two of you took a moment to adjust before he began thrusting up into you.

Inhaling slowly, you began bouncing up and down determined to bring your husband the pleasure he so deserved.

With his hands positioned on either side of your waist, he began guiding you. 

Your movements were quicker and more intense now. It was obvious that your dear husband was so very close.

With one final thrust, he let out a loud groan and came inside your tight little hole. 

You weren’t quite done, though, so after a brief moment, you resumed your movements chasing after his waves of pleasure toward your own.

The two of you shared a chaste kiss before he settled you next to him on the bed, kissing your forehead, and leaving the bed to get a washcloth to clean you up.

good night sweet sdv grandpa and his fucked up bed; and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest

beating the heat

…this is just straight smut. pls be advised. (mdni!!!)

It was the week before the wedding, and you were both… excited, to say the least. You sat together on your couch avoiding the summer heat.

“Farmer,” he said.

“Yes?” you replied, looking over at him.

He made eye contact with you and traced your cheekbone lightly with his fingers. “Farmer…” he said again, but this time gutturally. 

You suddenly understood what he wanted. But. Why let him have it so easy? You decided to play with your food, just a little. 

“Yes?” you said before batting your eyes slowly.

“Farmer. I.. I want you,” Sam said quietly.

“Hmm…” you pretended to think about the offer before saying “I dunno… It might be too hot out for me to touch you.” You said with fake disappointment. 

Then, “you know, it might even be too hot for me to be wearing all this heavy farm-wear…” You said before unclasping your overalls and letting the straps hang at your waist. You could feel Sam’s eyes glued to you as you pulled off your bulky tee shirt as well.

You fanned yourself briefly and said “Whew! Much better.”

Sam gaped at you and adjusted himself.

You saw him not-so-subtly adjust and smirked before saying “What, Sammy? Is there something you need?”

He flushed bright red before shaking his head and saying “n-no. No. I don’t need anything.” He knew that you liked to play this game sometimes and let you take the lead.

You stalked toward him before leaning down and tipping his chin up toward you. “Nothing? Hmm. A shame, really. I was going to ask if you wanted to use your favorite toy. That way I don’t have to touch you, and you get what you really want. Isn’t that what you want, my love? Some relief for that poor, aching cock of yours?”

Sam nodded his head vigorously into your hand before stuttering “Y-yes please, ma’am. That’s what I want. I want that so much.”

You smirked again and left the room, returning a minute later with the cock ring the two of you picked out together. It came with a remote, so you could have total control over him without even being in the same room together.

Sam was already breathless with the thought of you controlling every part of him. You sat down in the plush chair across the coffee table from him and instructed him to take off his shirt and pants. He did so immediately, discarding them behind the couch.

You looked directly at his tented boxers, and felt a little bad for the man. You were depriving him of some damn relief. He was to be your husband! You owed him this pleasure.

You crossed the room to kneel at his feet, but not before kissing him sweetly. “Now, be a good boy for me, okay? Listen to me, and I promise I’ll make you feel good.” 

Sam nodded eagerly in response.

As you rolled down his boxers, you watched his dick hit his stomach from arousal. You tsked and said “someone’s excited, hmm? Seems like you might deserve a little reward.” 

He trembled and nodded “Please. Please?”

You smiled and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. He groaned in response. 

You grabbed the toy from the coffee table and unwrapped it. “Do you want it, baby?”

He nodded rapidly.

“Be a good boy, and use your words, Sammy.”

He shuddered. You knew he liked this game just as much as you did. “Yes, please, ma’am. Please, let me use my toy. Please. Please,” he said before throwing his head back on the couch.

He seemed very anxious to play, so you acquiesced to his request. After spitting on the toy, you, carefully, pushed it down to the base of his penis before strapping his balls into the toy as well. 

He was panting now. “I- I need it. I need you, farmer. P-please. F-fuck. Fuck me, please.”

You stood up and asked “do you need restraints, or can you promise not to touch yourself for me, Sam?”

Sam shook his head and said “I’ll be good. I promise.”

“I know you will,” you replied before kissing his forehead and returning to your chair across the room. 

“Are you ready?” you asked him. 

He responded instantaneously. “Yes. Yes. Yes, I’m ready, ma’am.”

You smiled again and turned on the toy to its lowest setting. Over the sound of the vibrations, you heard Sam moan softly. He really was enjoying this. You loved seeing him like this. Yoba, it was starting to get you off. 

Slowly, as he adjusted to the rhythm of the toy, you pulled off your own clothing, leaving the two of you both completely nude. Sam awoke from his trance to find you this way and shifted in his seat.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “Are you- um. I- Uh.”

You traced patterns on your thighs and asked Sam “what do you want, my love? Tell me.”

He inhaled sharply before asking timidly, “Wi-will you touch yourself? I want to watch you. W-watch you make yourself feel good. I mean. I- uh. Fuck-” He shuddered again from the toy’s stimulation.

You chuckled before saying “Yes, my love. Whatever you want,” and opening your legs to give him a better view. 

You started by caressing your inner thighs, and, when that felt like not enough, you stuck your fingers in your mouth then trailing them down to your core. You brushed over your clit and shuddered in anticipation. “Fuck,” you whispered before briefly dipping your fingers into your hole. You sighed, and Sam squeaked from the other side of the room. You had been so wound up, you’d forgotten that he was there, struggling in silence. 

You immediately pulled your fingers away and picked up the remote again. 

“Did you like that, Sam?” You amped up the power on the toy. “Did me playing with myself arouse you?” You upped the power again. “Did it make your pretty cock pulse?” Up the power.

Sam yelped. “Y-Yes.. Yes. Fuck. Yes, ma’am. Fuck!” 

You upped the power once more, to the highest setting before setting it down next to you and plunging your fingers back into yourself. “Mmmm. I bet it did, you slut. You like watching, huh? Your dick hardens just thinking about me pleasing myself, doesn’t it?”

Sam yelped, louder this time. “FUCK! Fuck. Fuck y-yes. Yes! You.. FUCK. You pleasing yourself.. It gets me off. Fuck! Fuck. Farmer. Farmer, pl-please. Please come here. FUCK!”

You played with your clit for a minute more, just to make him squirm, before crossing the room to finish him off. 

He was gasping for air by the time you reached him. “Baby. Baby. Please. Please. Fuck. Fuck me, please.” 

You petted his hair and his head fell onto your chest. “Farmer…”

You smoothed out his hair before kneeling at his feet again. You spat on your hand and began to pump his neglected cock. His reaction to your touch was immediate. His whole body shuddered, and he moaned your name. 

You kissed his tip before opening your mouth and taking as much of him as you could. He wasn’t very girthy, but his length more than made up for it. You pumped him again, covering as much of him in you as possible. 

He whimpered, and you knew he was close. “Farmer…” he squeaked out. “Fuck. Fuck! Please…”

You had saved this as your final trick… You removed your lips from his length and attached them to his balls, sucking lightly. This was his favorite. The first time you were together, he came as soon as you slightly grazed his balls. He’d been embarrassed, but you’d known that this secret would come in handy when he was close to finishing. 

While your mouth sucked at his balls, you used your hands to pump him applying slight pressure. He was very vocal when at his limit, and this was it. He whimpered and groaned and shook and before you could come up for air, he had tapped your shoulder indicating he was about to cum. 

You immediately reattached your lips to his cock and cradled his balls in your hands. You squeezed lightly, and he came in your mouth. 

“Ah– Ah. Fu-Fuck. FUCK! Oh- oh Yoba.. Farmer…. Farmer..” he was out of breath, and, as you swallowed his cum, it was all he could do not to pass out from the sight. You kissed his thigh as you removed the toy. You then rubbed his thighs before standing up to g​​et a towel and some water for your lovely partner. 

Before you left, though, he grabbed onto your hand, looked you in the eyes, and said, “Farmer, I really, really love you. You know that right?”

You smiled and kissed his hand. “I love you, too, Sammy.”

OKAY UM YES. LOL. my first time writing a full-length scene I hope it is okay n i hope y'all like it LAWL ! lmk if u have any suggestions or anything i am new at this so any advice is awesome !! thank u :3

this post single-handedly made me wanna write a scene where abby tells farmer about her life and her mom and how she has a HUGE crush on haley and farmer tells her how (idk what pronouns they use yet LOL) has a huge crush on leah (and/or harvey/maru idk yet) and they have a girls night and do face masks n watch trash tv and and and

shes just like me! (jk i dont eat rocks.... maybe)

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the consequences of desire (my heart + soul) (1/2/3/)

meet the oc

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beating the heat

good morning, dear

drabbles

shane: x

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sam: x

#omg #more #please #on my hands n knees rn

sdv fic

TW MDNI: death/trauma, smut/oral sex/using sex to cope, mention of drxgs

Six.

It’s dark… I don’t know where I am… A light zips by me and then another. I must be in the car. I’m buckled in a booster seat. “Mommy?”

“We’re almost home, sweetheart. Did you have a good time with Grandpa?”

“Yea. I missed Daddy and Sissy.”

“They missed you too, love. Go back to sleep.” I feel myself drift off and the darkness engulfs me once again. It doesn’t feel long before I hear the screech of tires, the smell of burning rubber and gasoline. Something’s not right. The car isn’t moving. I can’t see Mom’s face, only that her head is leaning on her window. As I go to unbuckle myself, a liquid drips down on my tiny hands. I try to get a closer look but it’s too dark, I can’t see what color it is. There’s a stinging sensation on my face but the only thing I can think to do is get to Mom. I stand in between the two front seats from the back. The windshield is smashed in and I think the front of the car is too. I’m not sure, I can’t see. The radio seems to be working, I think I can make out the familiar tune of You Never Know by Dave Matthews Band. I push Mom’s shoulder.

“Mommy, what happened?” She stays resting against the window. I push her again. “Mommy?” I sit down on the center console and push her harder. “Mommy! Wake up, please…” Blue and red lights start flashing in the distance. Mom still isn’t waking up and I’m getting scared. “Mommy, please,” I whisper, tears spilling out of my eyes. The stinging sensation gets stronger the harder I cry. The blue and red lights get closer to the point where they light up the car. The blue light washes over Mom like water and in the luminescence, she stares ahead of her, her mouth slightly agape. My eyes travel down her body from her face to her stomach. I can’t remember if I screamed or not. I think I just sat there, starting at the gaping wound in her stomach.

I jolt awake. I’m panting and my body is slick with cold sweat. I bolt out of bed and rush out of the house. I forget where I am for a second and trip down the porch steps, landing face first into the dirt and dust. I hear some footsteps rushing over to me but part of me thinks I’m imagining them. I struggle to get up before a pair of hands grab my arm and helps me stand up. I look around the farm, my eyes darting back and forth. 

“Hey, hey. You’re okay, you’re okay,” a comforting and feminine voice speaks. “You’re okay, love.”

“M…Mom?”

“Let’s sit you down,” the voice says. They help me sit down on the bottom step of my porch. Robin squats down to make eye contact with me. “Do you know what day it is?” she asks and wipes my face with her thumb. I didn’t even realize I was crying. 

“... Summer, day two,” I say. She nods.

“Correct. Can you follow my finger with your eyes?” She moved her pointer finger from side to side slowly in front of my face. I follow it with ease. “You took quite the stumble there. How are you feeling? Should I take you to Harvey?” I examine my body, a couple scrapes but no blood. I shake my head. 

“No, I’m fine,” I say, “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m glad I was here! I was surprised to not see you out here around six thirty and then all of a sudden, you come stumblin’ out here with nothing but… I think a sleep shirt?” I look down at myself and realize that I am indeed only in the oversized Slipknot tee that I sleep in. I bury my face in my hands.

“Robin, I’m so so sorry. I think I was having a bad dream,” I say. She sits down next to me and smooths my hair. 

“You’re okay, love,” she reassures me. I lift my head up to look at her. Her red hair glistened in the summer sun. If I were to guess, Mom would be around the same age as her. I picture that she’s just as beautiful as Robin. I embrace her. Tightly. I catch her off guard and she hesitates before wrapping her arms around me. I bury my face in her shoulder like a little kid.

“Thank you, Robin,” I whisper. Tears slip out of my eyes but I quickly wipe them away before pulling away from her. She goes back to working on my chicken coop and I go inside to change. However, I can’t get the dream out of my head. This is the first dream that I can remember after waking up since I was really young. I debate on calling my therapist but after trying to figure out a way to get to the city, I decide against it. I could visit Harvey… but I feel like he’s more of a “if you’re having thoughts of ending it, I can call someone” kind of doctor. I’m sure he only specializes in the human body, not the mind and the fucked up thoughts that come with being human. 

I try to shut my brain off as I make my way into town. I had no particular reason to go into town, I just needed to clear my head. But as I got closer and closer to the beach, I found that it was all I could think about. I’m looking down at the ground as I enter the beach but immediately, I’m shoulder checked and fall to the ground. What is with my center of gravity today? 

“I’m so sorry!” Before I could push myself off the ground, a strong and muscular arm grabs me and pulls me up. Now that the sun’s not in my eyes anymore, I can see the person who knocked me over. It’s Alex. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine… actually, Alex, I was just looking for you,” I say. 

“Yea? I’m just on my way to work, wanna walk?” I turn around and start walking with him, “what’s up?” he asks.

“I was wondering if you were feelin’ up to talking about your mom some more,” I say as we make our way across the river and turn in front of Mayor Lewis’ house. “You can say no of course, i…it’s just nice to know that there’s someone that can relate to me on that type of level, you know?” We cross the river again towards the museum but stop shortly at the ice cream stand. “You work here?” I ask.

“Just in the summer. What do you wanna know about my mom?” he asks as he sets up the stand. 

“Again, you can just tell me to shut up if I start asking questions that you don’t wanna answer. I don’t wanna overstep my boundaries-”

“Farmer, shut up. I love talking about my mom. There isn’t any question I won’t answer about her. Especially to you, y’know? Dead mom gang,” he says, interrupting my rambling. 

“Right. You’re right. I’m sorry,” I take a deep breath, “how did your mom pass away?” He finishes setting up and leans against the counter.

“She had cancer. She had some health issues when she was young and living in the valley so it wasn’t as surprising as it would’ve been. She actually had it multiple times throughout my childhood. The first time, they caught it pretty early on. They cut the tumor out of her and then cleared her. The second time, she had to do multiple rounds of chemo then eventually it was undetectable. She was okay for a couple of years but then it came back stronger and this is around the time when my dad left us. I took care of her until the very end,” he said with a sad smile. “What about you?”

I take a deep breath, this’ll be the first time I go into detail about my mom to someone in the valley. And honestly the first time where I think I remember it clearly. Or at least somewhat. “Car accident. I was a kid so the details are fuzzy but I had a dream about it last night. I was me but like my adult brain in my childhood body,” I say. Alex furrows his eyebrows together.

“Go on.”

“I should mention that I was in the accident with her. We’re driving home from the valley. She had picked me up from my grandpa’s farm after I spent the summer there. I remember we’re almost at home. I was sleeping when the initial accident happened but when I woke up everything was so still, except for the radio that was still playing. I’m okay but my mom is leaning her head on the window and she’s not answering me. I try to get her attention but nothing is working. It’s dark, I can’t see anything but when the cops start to show up and their lights reflected in the car, that’s when I saw everything. The blood, her dead eyes, the blood dripping from her mouth. She was dead on impact,” I said, recalling everything from my dream and what I heard when I was little. Alex’s jaw is dropped.

“What was the cause of the accident?” he asks, dumbfounded. 

“I think a semi-truck turned too quickly, tipped over and smashed the front of the car. I’m very lucky to be alive come to think of it,” I say. He tilts my straw hat up before flicking it back down to cover my eyes.

“That how you got that scar on your eye?” I fix my hat and nod.

“I guess a piece of glass came flying at me and cut me from the top of my eyebrow down to the top of my cheek bone. My eyes were closed when it happened, which is why there’s no actual damage to my eye. Had to get like ten stitches,” I say. Alex giggles to himself.

“My mom died and all I got was this sick ass scar,” he says. I laugh. It’s refreshing to be around someone who doesn’t have to tiptoe around me. I stare at Alex, feeling that lustful tingling feeling again. His biceps were prominent and his shirt sleeves hugged them so well. The way his shirt lifted up every time he raised his hands above his head to reveal his v-line and happy trail. I just wanted to… Fuck.

“Can I suck your dick?” Alex stops laughing. He looks at me like I’ve just lost my mind. He blushes and looks behind both his shoulders to check if anyone’s there. There’s nobody, I already looked. 

“W…what? Now?”

“Yea. Lemme suck your dick.” I smile at him sweetly.

“Haley usually comes and visits me at work right about now,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. I look over at her house, nobody’s walking over. 

“So? I can be fast.”

“Farmer, you’re insane,” his face was completely red now.

“Do you want a blowjob or not?” I liked how bashful he got. It made this game more entertaining. 

“Well, yea…” I step behind the counter. I double checked behind me, making sure Clint wasn’t gonna step out for his lunch break. I give Alex a quick passionate kiss while undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. I hand him my straw hat before sinking to my knees. I palm his dick, realizing it’s already hard for me. I pull down his jeans and boxers just enough for his cock to pop out. It’s not the biggest I’ve ever seen but it’s veiny and girthy. I wondered what it looked like compared to a Joja cola can. I circle my tongue around his tip and build up saliva in my mouth. He twitches a little and sucks in through his teeth. I wrap my tongue around his tip and move down his shaft slowly, taking in every inch, making sure everything is nice and lubricated. When I come back up for air, I make sure the saliva stays connected to his cock and my lips. I look up at him, batting my eyelashes. His mouth is agape and holding onto the back counter for support.

“Do you want more?” I ask. He shakes his head yes aggressively and looks over his shoulder. 

“But hurry up, I don’t want anyone to catch us.” I frown and shift my weight from my knees to my ankles.

“We can stop if you’re not going to ask nicely,” I say.

“No no no, I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Prove it.” he looks over his shoulder one last time.

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“...Please, Goddess?” Now that’s what I wanted to hear. I take in all of him again from tip to base. I bob my head back and forth and he lets out a low moan. I do this a couple of times before I attach my mouth to his sack and stroke his cock with my hand while I suck on his loins, twirling my tongue between the two. He lets out the most guttural sounding moan I’ve ever heard a man make. “Fuck… More Goddess, please,” he whines. I keep up my sucking movements while pumping him faster. His hands entangle themselves in my hair and he tugs on my locks, pulling me away from his family jewels. I give attention to his tip again, gently kissing and tongue fucking it while stroking his shaft. I look up at him, his eyes squeezed shut and his bottom lip in between his teeth. I slide his cock all the way in my mouth, nearly down my throat and start moving my head quickly. Another whimper escapes his mouth as I move faster and faster. His moans get louder as I pick up the pace. “I’m gonna…” is all I hear before I taste a salty, tongue-numbing substance. I stay at the base of his cock until he lets out a long exhale, letting me know that he’s finished. His softening member slips out of my mouth and I look up at him once more. His hands were still tangled in my hair and as soon as we made eye contact, I swallowed. “Fuck,” he mutters and tucks his dick back into his pants. 

I found some napkins to wipe my face and hands with. “Anybody coming?” I ask while staying on my knees. Alex turns around.

“Shit, Haley’s coming.” I make my way over to the edge of both counters near the entrance of the ice cream stand and sit on my butt, pretending that I was sitting down here keeping him company, and I mean technically I was. Haley approaches the entrance and looks down at me. I gave her a smile and a wave like nothing was happening thirty seconds before she showed up.

“Hey Farmer, hey Alex,” she says, “did you guys hear that noise? Sounded like a raccoon but like… dying? I don’t know how to describe it, it was just so unsettling and weird.”

“Unsettling?” Alex asks, sounding offended.

“Um… I didn’t hear anything. Was it in front of the mayor's house? I think there’s a couple of squirrels fucking in that big tree over there,” I say and stand up, “well, I gotta get back to the farm. Robin’s fixin’ up that coop for me and I gotta decide if I want to raise chickens or ducks.”

“Why not both?” Alex asks. I nod my head.

“You know what, you might be onto something there, Alex,” I say.

“Oh, Farmer, don’t forget your phone,” Haley says and hands me my cell phone that I left on the counter of the ice cream stand. I thank her and start to walk away. I catch a bit of their conversation as I walk away. “Why are you breathing so heavy?”

“It’s hot out. Air’s a little thick.”

“You’re acting weird…”

My phone starts vibrating as I cross the river. I answer without looking at the caller id. “Yo.”

“Hey, where have you been, Sam’s been trying to call you,” the voice at the end of the line is Sebastian’s. I’m unsure when I gave him my phone number but ride with it anyway.

“Sorry, I haven’t been on my phone. What’s up?” I ask.

“My mom told me about what happened this morning. Sam and I are worried about you. What are you doing right now?” Oh Robin… I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole town knew about my little episode. 

“I’m just walking through town. Found something cool earlier I thought Gunther might find interesting,” I say.

“Gunther?”

“You know, the guy that runs the museum?”

“You’ve been here a month and you already know everyone’s names? I’d forget Sam’s name if he wasn’t attached to my hip,” I hear Sam yell something in the background.

“Where are you guys?”

“Sam’s. We just finished a jam sesh, come stop by.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in like…” I show up at Sam’s front door and knock, “now. Right now. I’m here. Open the door.”

“Okay, okay, chill.” Sebastian hangs up the phone and the door is immediately opened up by Sam. He engulfs me in a bear hug.

“Dude, what happened? We’re so worried-” he stops and pulls away from me, “you smell weird.”

“Geez, thanks. That’s definitely what I want to hear after having the weirdest morning of my life,” I say. Sam sniffs me again.

“It’s weird but it’s oddly familiar?”

“Sam stop sniffin’ the farmer and let them in already,” Sebastian yells in the background. Yoba, do I smell like dick that badly? We walk into Sam’s room and he shuts the door behind us.

“Mom’s always listening in if I leave the door open. She’s the biggest gossip, I swear to Yoba,” Sam says and takes a seat on his bed.

“Oh, so Robin didn’t tell anyone else?” I ask, “it was definitely embarrassing.”

“Nah, my mom doesn’t gossip like that. She mentioned it to me because she’s worried about you and she knows we hang out sometimes,” Seb says, sitting over at Sam’s desk. I sat down next to Sam on the bed, taking off my boots so I could sit criss-cross applesauce. 

“I just had a really intense dream about my mom and kinda forgot where I was when I woke up. I went outside, tripped down the porch steps and wiped out. If you guys were there you would’ve laughed,” I say, trying to play it down.

“You forgot where you were?” Sam asks.

“I mean, I’ve only been here a month and I was caught off guard. I don’t usually remember my dreams when I wake up,” I say. 

“What was it about?” Sebastian asks. I clench my jaw and rub the back of my neck. Obviously, these guys know that my mom died when I was a kid but I didn’t want their pity. I didn’t want them to look at me differently if I told them how my mom died. I know my friends in college pitied me for being with her when she died.

“If I tell you, do you guys promise not to get all weird on me?” I ask, looking them both dead in the eyes, “‘Cause I’ll be able to tell if you do.” Sam crosses his heart with his fingers. Sebastian rolls his eyes but also promises. “I was in the car when my mom died. ‘Oh, is that where you got that scar?’ Yes, it’s where I got the scar across my eye. She died on impact and I guess the dream was me reliving it,” I say, “It really freaked me out and I had that little incident that Robin saw. But it’s cool now, I had some time to think about it and I’m okay.” I stare at the boys, bracing myself for their pity but it never comes.

“Wow,” Sam says.

“I’m judging you, not because you were with your mom when she died but because you really think we’re gonna think differently about you because you shared your trauma with us?” Sebastian shakes his head, “honestly, Farmer, you can be so dense.” I’m taken aback by Sebastian’s bluntness but I would take this response over anything else.

“I had shitty friends in college, okay? Maybe I’d feel better if you guys shared with me some of your trauma,” I say in retaliation. Sebastian sighs.

“Okay, fine. My dad used to hit my mom,” he says nonchalantly, “it’s why she left but he fought her for rights so I had to keep seeing that piece of shit every summer. He finally lost them when he struck me so hard I got a concussion. It was the first time he had hit me. He usually had girlfriends to take his aggression out on but that particular summer, he wasn’t seeing anyone. This was in public too, so I stopped seeing him when I was fourteen. Thank Yoba. The only good thing about visiting him was getting to be in the city.” I nod at Sebastian and we both turn to Sam. He smiles at us but it looks more like a frozen pond than his usual contagious smile.

“...My dad’s in a Gotoro Prison camp.” Sebastian rises to his feet quicker than lightning strikes. 

“What!”

“Hey, we said no judging,” Sam says sternly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? This is serious dude.” Sebastian has a look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. Rage, concern, distraught; all rolled into his chocolate colored eyes. 

“We just found out today and there’s nothing we can do but hope for his safe return. Hey, don’t tell Vincent about this. He’s too young to be hearing about this stuff,” Sam says. I understood where Sam was coming from with that. I didn’t tell my sister what I saw that fatal day until ten years later. She was only five when mom died and even though I was ten, I knew better than to say anything to her.

“We’re here if you need us, Sam,” I say. Sam doesn’t get a chance to answer me before Sebastian wraps him in his arms. Sam fights it for a second but accepts his best friend's love and concern.

“Thanks guys,” he whispers, “now let's go smoke this bowl, that’s the real reason why I wanted the farmer to come over.” We laugh as Sebastian lets go of Sam and we trickle out of the house like the stoners we are. 

wishing I could freeze time so fanfic writers could write all of their slow-burn enemies to lovers and gay porn and fix-it fics and all of their WIPs and prompts without having to worry about life and other responsibilities

sam post coming later today????? muahhahahhahahahaha i did this for u @sakurocha >:)