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Drop your favorite NPC and a prompt from the list in my requests and a drabble you shall receive!!!! Let's bring the warmth of spring and push out the cold chill of winter!!!!!!!

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Omfggg this guy was a PAIN to finish, so much sanding and cutting 😫

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ma'am the bush in the haley drawing, you're such a real one

And I’d do it AGAIN!! Bush is HOT she needs it. We ALL NEED IT!!!!

It’s me god I’m the one once again on my knees thinking about women with a hot and sexy amount of bush 🧎🏻‍♀️

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And if I said I want to fuck Stardew valley Haley?

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2, 20, and 25 for the ask game!

2. Make a compelling argument for why your fave would never top/bottom

So I am typically pretty yielding on this front I can make cases for both. But for the sake of the question, we’ll talk about one I feel MOST of the time (no definite about it)

Sambastian hours 😈

Sebastian is a bratty bottom and Sam is a whiny service top change my mind!!! I think a lot of it has to do with patience—to me Sam doesnt have it in him to wait to be prepped. Doing the prepping is cool because he’s doing something to Sebastian and that’s Hot but doing it to himself is tedious and waiting for Sebastian to do it too him is like having to eat vegetables before getting to dessert. Also I see it in my mind that he wouldn’t like many bottom positions aside from riding because he doesn’t get to set the pace or the energy and bro is such an energy ball he’s gotta be the one in charge in that sense. Still sub energy, still whiny and whimpery, but DEFINITELY the top.

20. Something tedious in the cannon

Honestly just the opening gets tedious for me to do again and again when I start a new save. The intro sequence gets repetitive. But I understand the importance of it and why it’s there, so that’s cool! Not saying I wish it would change, just that it’s tedious for Me

25. Something you’re tired of hearing

“X/Y/Z character sucks and I don’t like them and if you like them you also suck” bro I am so sick of that. Let’s all have adult opinions and respect other’s thoughts and feelings. I’m all about being a hater, but maybe let’s learn when to keep a lid on it. We can be haters and also let other’s enjoy things—it can and should coexist, and I think we should learn some nuance about it!!! You can feel something about a character and express that but also not be like and Fuck You if You like them!

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🔥 choose violence ask game 🔥

the character everyone gets wrong

a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

worst discord server and why

which ship fans are the most annoying?

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

worst part of canon

worst part of fanon

number of fandom-related words you've filtered

the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

worst blorboficiation

that one thing you see in fics all the time

that one thing you see in fanart all the time

you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

there should be more of this type of fic/art

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

part of canon you found tedious or boring

part of canon you think is overhyped

your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

ship you've unwillingly come around to

topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

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the post that goes "am always obsessed when someone says to a character “call off your dog” about another character." in your current writing projects, who is character A and who is character A's dog being called off (and do they listen?)

OOH I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!

We’ll go DTTW because that’s the best example currently. Oh! And also let’s skip forward in time to the “in love” portion of the enemies to lovers.

Character A is Sebastian, and the dog is Irie. This is definitely a he fell first she fell harder story (spoilers?? Idk I don’t think so)

And she would…listen. Kinda. She would stand her ground until she had been called off three or four times probably. Irie is…hmm. Possessive. And protective. The mix for being a guard dog is strong in her.

Additionally she’s a work out queen she’s putting the time in at the gym so she’s definitely got a complex thinking she can take anybody and threaten anybody. Lol

Loved this question omggg thank you sm for asking!!! Ilysm!! 💞💞💞

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Pick My Project

Yall im trying to get the motivation going to actually write but I need a kick. What should I work on?

If you don’t feel bold enough to write in the comments my anons are on and you can submit what you want that way! Just trying to find out what everybody wants to see 💞💞

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In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

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snail love 💗

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boss makes a dollar, i make a dime, that's why i fuck on cumpany time

sam (stardew valley)/fem!reader | ao3 sneaking into joja warehouse to be with sam during his break… need i say more? wc: 2.2k cw: joja mart, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms (sam), praise kink, semi-public sex, creampie 18+ MDNI

the joja mart warehouse hasn’t always been a mess. sam always says there was a week when everything was in its place, and then he got hired so naturally all hell broke loose.

there’s a speaker in the far corner of the large room. static spills from it alongside some corny overplayed pop song, but sam’s mood can't be ruined by something as trivial. no, he's nursing a fat boner, has been since you sent him a sneaky selfie as you were getting dressed, not showing your face, but instead a delicious view of your cute bra and a very tasty underboob.

he’s counting down seconds until he can go on his lunch break, especially since you are supposed to join him. he will let you in through the staff entrance, just like many times before, and sneak you into the warehouse.

there's a nice, cozy space between two old shelving units where sam used to sit and read comic books, then sit and eat lunch, and then sit and jerk off to photos and videos you'd sent him, all starring your plump tits, your bouncy ass, those sweet, sweet wet folds that got parted by your gentle finger as you moaned out his name, telling the camera how much you missed him. he can never grow tired of hearing it, hearing the wet noises your pussy made when you'd stick your finger inside, the resolution of the video so high he would get tempted to lean in and lick the damn screen.

you don't send him videos anymore, not at work. since the back door camera got miraculously busted about a month ago, he’s been sneaking you in almost every day, taking you to that cozy space between the two old shelving units and fucking you senseless, right in between the crates of joja cola cans. 

his alarm couldn’t go off any sooner, it barely rings when he already pushed the door to the warehouse open, sliding his key card through the reader and nearly started running towards the exit. you're already waiting there, sparkle in your eyes upon seeing him so damn excited. he takes a moment to look at you, to calm his speeding heart, to drink in your radiance.

fuck, if he wasn't so damn horny he would take you out for a picnic, sit down with you and hold your hand as you tell him about your day, as you listen to some music sharing his earphones, as you giggle and twirl in your sundress and tuck your hair behind your ear while he leans in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek and another to the corner of your mouth, making sure to take off the dot of whipped cream you have there. but the press of his erection gets even more painful when he lays eyes on the little dress you're wearing. you're really not making things easier for him.

unceremoniously, he drags you inside, already kissing you before even shutting the door fully, holding your waist with one hand while the other cups your cheek, lips attaching to yours desperately like you're his personal oxygen mask. he's obsessed with the way you always find a way to giggle into the kiss, the corners of your lips tugging while he desperately tries to hold on, drink in your every sound, drowning out the static overlaying another shitty pop song dripping through the stupid speaker in the corner.

the sound of you fills his chest, his ears, his head. his cock twitches in his boxers and sam bucks his hips towards you as your back meets the shelving unit. quickly, with practiced movements he picks you up and sets you onto the appropriate shelf, positioned to be perfectly level with his hips.

how funny, you once said, it's clearly meant to be. yeah, meant to be because sam had lifted the fucker and stuck a big chunk of wood under all four posts, making sure they're identical, making sure everything is stable and the height is perfect for when he grows a pair and throws a rock at the security camera outside the door. now it's your spot, he can't imagine anything else being on that shelf that isn't your ass, your perfect body being fucked by him for as long as he can handle at breaks.

with one quick motion he lifts your dress, uncovering a cute, heart themed pair of panties. sam slides his hand under the elastic and tugs them off, instinctively pushing them into the pocket of his uniform for later. now your sweet little dripping cunt is right there for him to see. with an almost whiny groan, he looks down at your pussy and back at your face, seeing the redness spread over your cheeks like every time he exhibits feral behavior.

by this point he thought you'd get used to it, but each day carries a new way he surprises you, making you shy with the way he devours you with his eyes.

while he leans his forehead against yours, grounding himself in the moment, you work your way through the zipper of his uniform, following it with his boxers, now half-way down his thighs as that girthy, unfairly big cock springs out and slaps against his abdomen. already twitching and leaking, he guides it to your soft opening, parting your thighs while he kisses your lips once again, murmuring sweet little pleas in between kisses, holding the back of your head with one hand.

your arms wrap around his neck, he's almost in, almost. sam nearly folds as soon as your warmth sucks in his tip, he nearly finishes right then and there, making for a very short lunch break. it's alright, he's alright, you keep reminding him. your voice breaks him out of the spiral he's got himself into, and instead makes him focus. he pushes into you a little further, eliciting a strangled moan from his own throat and a lewd, sultry one from yours. 

yoba's soggy underwear, how are you always so damn sexy?! here he is, trying not to be a one-stroke-wonder even though you've fucked nearly every day since getting together, surely he should be used to it by now. and you're a damn goddess with your plump thighs, sugary moans, and a warm cunt just begging to be fucked. bottoming out, he throws his head back and groans, already twitching with stimulation while you lean in and pepper little warm kisses over his neck.

“thaaat's it,” you drawl, feeling him relax against you, slumping his head now against your shoulder as he moves his large hands to your thighs, “suuuuch a good boy, sam.” 

it's those two words, good boy, that make him so damn needy whenever you utter them. they drag a whimper out of his throat every time without fail. his hips push against yours despite being all the way in, he wants to give you everything and more . the slow strokes of his cock dragging in and out of you pull the same little noises from your throat as they do from his, your lips seek out his, exchanging sounds and breaths before connecting into a sweet kiss. 

it’s one of those times, when he’s pent up but wants to prolong it as much as he can. wants to spend the whole break just feeling you around him. and how good he was at it, kneading your thighs with those nimble fingers, calloused fingertips digging into your flesh as he pulls back and pushes forward, his curses slipping in between your juicy lips, the moment before he’s silenced once more by your little moan. he slides along your silken walls so slowly, dragging out every movement to feel you better, to enjoy every inch of you as you tighten and relax around his cock. 

“a- ahhh that’s s’ good babe, mmmphhh please…” he groans into your mouth, as slow strokes of his hips, guided by your ankles locked behind his back, make you moan so sweetly, sweeter than the maple bars he loves so much. 

“right th- oh right there, baby… so good–”

“a-again please…” he begs, needs to hear you tell him how it feels. 

he’s losing his damn mind, it’s leaving him in the breaths that mingle with yours, leaving in the press of the tip of his cock against your spongy sweet spot, the one that makes you tighten around his shaft, suffocating him and making him dizzy. he loses track of how many times he’s pushed his twitching length inside you, loses the number of times you’ve made his head spin with your sweet little comments.

“that’s m-my good boy, oh i’d do anything f-for you baby…” you purr into his mouth, capturing his gentle lips in another wet, sloppy kiss as your soaked pussy swallows him again. again, again , until he cums the first time.

he barely acknowledges it with his body, continuing with the slow pace, only pausing for a moment longer once his balls are pressed against your wet cunt. sam keeps kissing you, his teeth grip onto your bottom lip and tug, moaning in time with you, digging his fingers deeper into your flesh.

“sweet… sweet boy…” words drip like honey from your tongue and he catches them, tongue scooping them back into your mouth, torn between letting you praise him and licking into your mouth. “s-so good to me, m- mmph sam.. feel s’ good, g- ah good boy–”

sam whines, feeling his hips stutter every time you say those words, but he doesn’t speed up, he drags his strokes out even longer, even lazier.

“m-more,” he whispers, licking your bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it, “more, tell me… tell me more, please .” the last word is barely a breath as he lets go of your thighs, instead cupping your face and holding it still as he grinds his hips against yours.

“m- mmmph w-why, you wanna–” your words are stolen out of your mouth, he’s dragging his tongue against yours just like he drags his cock along your walls, “–wanna hear how sweet you are, hmm?” 

he hums, tilting your head up so he can kiss along your jaw, nipping the skin as he makes his way to the sensitive spot under your ear. pressing his tongue against it and flicking it against your earlobe, he lets out a barely stifled moan directly into your ear. your walls instantly close up, squeezing him so tightly that he needs to pause, taking quick, desperate breaths as he tries to stay somewhat alert until you relax and let go. 

“babe… babe please– oh fuck .” he feels himself rush over the edge and, as soon as he starts moving, he cums, slowly feeling it drip out of his sensitive tip while he resumes that slow, languid pace.

second load already behind you, he whimpers into your ear, holding onto a thread of sanity as his lips trace the shape of your ear, pleading with you to… anything. to have mercy on him, to stop being so damn perfect, to curse him, praise him, kiss him. to take all of his cum and keep it nice and warm inside you as he glides in and out of you. his words turn incoherent, a blabbering mess of noises as his hips stutter again and he tenses, holding your face a little tighter and bringing his lips to yours again. he nearly sucks out the breath from your lungs, snapping his hips a little harder, getting desperate for one more release.

“saaaam–” you drawl again, higher in pitch as his hip bones dig into your soft thighs with harder thrusts.

“ sam, your break has been over for two minutes, return back to work. ” the speaker sounds, breaking up words with static, but the message is clear.

“n-no… look at me,” you bring a hand to the side of his face and tilt it towards you, “at me, sam. mmm that’s good,” he zeroes in on the glossiness of your eyes, on the dilated pupils that drink in his blushed face and the sweat on his forehead, “be m-my good boy, y-yeah?” 

it’s enough for him, sam nods like an obedient little thing and snaps his hips a few more times, taking you to another dimension before spilling his cum inside you one last time, stilling completely as he takes a few more sloppy kisses from your lips, slowly pulling out with your shaky legs spreading to let him look at the result. the sweetest sight he’s ever laid his eyes on, dripping sticky liquid on your shelf, the flowy sundress making you look sweeter than ice cream on a hot summer’s day. 

“go,” you sigh, looking up at the malfunctioning speaker, “i’ll clean up and meet you outside when you fin–” you chuckle, quickly changing your choice of words, “when your shift’s done.” 

sam groans, reluctantly pulling his boxers and pants back up and leaning in for another quick kiss and a glance down at your dripping cunt.

“love you babe.” he shoots that sweet smile at you before turning and dragging himself back into the store, leaving you to clean yourself up with joja branded wet wipes. before slipping out through the back door, you chuckle as you feel the air on your naked pussy, thinking about the pink heart pair of panties stuffed into sam’s pocket.

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I wish all sebastian simps a very pleasant evening

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wip 👾🎸🏍️

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So like. Who’s gonna be my valentine huh 👀💞?!

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get outta the way, she's mine too 😤😆 I love herrrrr @snailmail444 you're always so popular when I do these, cause you're such a snack 😋

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❤ ~1.8k words ❤ Harvey x f!reader ❤

February 13th, 2025:

Empty Sheets and Dusty Albums

For my Love @kellycataclysm

Truthfully, all you wanted was to be alone tonight: a bottle of wine, a good book, a quiet fire, the gentle buzz of a certain silver bullet between your legs. Spending the evening alone on the surface seemed plausible yet pathetic. So when Leah invited you to join her at the saloon for an evening of unvalentine’s you decided, why not?

This had been your first Valentine’s day alone in almost seven years, truthfully you almost had forgotten the date was coming. That was until you overheard Haley gushing to her sister about what her boyfriend had planned for the two of them for that particular evening. So with your tail tucked between your legs, you reluctantly decided to join Leah and the rest of the pathetic souls of Pelican Town down at the saloon.

At first the crowd was rather sizable and you admit you were quite taken back. Even though a few residents were quote–unquote single, you were surprised they were here under the disguise of being single. The look that Elliott held in his eyes–sipping his red wine while staring directly at Leah through heavy eyelids–gave knowledge to his infatuation of her. You watched as Marnie and Lewis flirted unabashedly in a corner booth, pretending as if no one was the wiser—you all knew. Even Shane sent a few smirks across the bar top towards the ever oblivious Emily. Pam in her usual spot now joined by Willy of all people, leaving you alone at the table with Harvey and Clint.  

Both men you’d consider good friends, yet Harvey knew you far better than the latter. Mainly cause he legitimately had a chart on your entire medical history, both physical and mental. Yet he never overstepped with the knowledge he could learn from said files. Only in the comfort of his office would he even open that manila folder and never use the information for anything else.

As the evening came to a close you noticed at some point Clint had slipped away. You had been so wrapped up in listening to Harvey gush about his latest model airplane he’d been building, you missed the moment he departed. It was Gus’ last call that even signaled the evening coming to a close. You had to admit, this was far better than sitting at home. Blush crept up from your chest at the thought of what your initial plans had been, a shift in your seat as you sat on your free hand—eyes landing on the remaining dark wine in your glass and your lip slipping between your teeth. 

Harvey cleared his throat, catching your gaze as he offered to grab you one more. The look in his warm hazel eyes sparked something in your chest, something you weren’t sure was based in reality or an effect from the wine. You wanted to decline, knowing you’d surely already had one too many, but you really weren’t ready for that evening to be over with. You told him so, and a hint of crimson grew upon the apples of his cheeks as he parted from the table to get the two of you a refill.

While he was gone your eyes wandered around the remaining patrons. Shane still stood in his regular spot, eyes meticulously following Emily as she worked. Both Leah and Elliott had inched their way closer together, the latter playing with the tip of her braid that laid across her shoulder—the back of his hand at the top swell of her breast. Lewis and Marnie had both slipped out at some point in the evening, not uncommon from the two of them most likely the pair at one or the other’s homes that evening. Pam remained slumped over the bar while Gus and Emily worked to finish up the last of the orders. Willy was gone, slipped off into the night on his own as normal.

When Harvey returned that same feeling crept up your spine from before. The joyful look in his eyes had shifted to nostalgia as the music switched to a softer tune. He sighed as he told the tale of his mother and father playing this song each valentine’s day; that was their anniversary he’d say. You recognized the melody, a soft romantic harmony as the deep baritone voice sang of love. You told him how much this entire album brought so much back for you, watching as the side of his mustache curled as a thought flashed in his mind. He had a copy of that album at home if you’d care to join him.

Harvey’s offer was met with your eager acceptance, downing the remaining drops of your final glass. He ushered you towards the door before you had a chance to pay off your tab, informing you he had already taken care of it when he got that final round—what a true gentleman you thought.

The frozen winter air nipped at your nose, a warm arm slipping around your shoulders stopping the tremble of your frame. As he opened the door to the clinic, it had occurred to you that you’d never been there after hours; not without being a patient at least. The front room was dark as he led you through, past his physician's office, past the emergency room, and past the back doors that led to his apartment upstairs. 

Each step you took caused your heart rate to increase. You’d never been inside his personal space and it thrilled you. You took in the small studio apartment he had, it was cozy and offered just enough space for him yet it lacked something you couldn’t quite place. Your eyes followed his movements towards the kitchen as he offered you something to drink. With a smile you asked him if he had anything stronger than wine. Behind his glasses you saw a glint form in his eye as he pulled down a bottle of scotch from the top of his fridge. 

Taking a glass you let your feet wander as he told the tale of how he acquired the album; an impromptu visit to the city, he found himself in a resale shop and thumbing through a crate of records and it reminded him of home. You watched as he pulled the record from his shelf, blowing a layer of dust off its jacket. His smile remained plastered on his lips as he spoke, all while setting up his turntable. The unremarkable sound of the needle scratching against the vinyl took you back; back to your teens, back before the vinyl craze that it is now, back when others your age had CDs, back when you chose to listen to the classics on vinyl instead. 

You closed your eyes as the music played, your hips swaying to the melody, your lips against the cold glass of the tumbler. Under the romantic rhythm Harvey cleared his throat, catching your attention once more. When you opened your weary eyes, he stood before you, his palm outreaching and open asking for a dance. You smiled, placing your glass upon his coffee table before slipping into his arms. 

You’d seen him dance before—last year at the flower dance—yet back then his movements seemed forced and uneasy. But there in that moment, he felt as if he were gliding you effortlessly. Without the many eyes upon him, his movements were more confident—more natural. Your body swayed in his grasp, your heart fluttering at the way he looked at you. ‘I’ve always wanted to tell you how beautiful you are, I’ve just never had the courage,’ his words hit you harder than you’d ever thought they could, a gasp catching in your throat. 

His smile returned as he looked away, apologizing and loosening his grip upon you, but you held him closer not wanting to let him go. You moved your hand away from his shoulder and turned his attention back to your eyes. With a smile, you pulled him closer and let your lips collide with his. The soft brush of his upper lip electrified your mind, his hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer than before.

You’re not sure how it happened, it was all a blur. Eager hands and lips tangling with one another, clothing ripped from your frames as your feet shuffled beneath you towards his bed frame. Sloppy, hungry kisses took over your mind, whimpers and moans filling the air around the two of you. Your body buzzed as the soft fur upon his lip combined with the rough stubble of his cheeks ran the length of your body, working their way towards your sodden core. Begging him to go faster, he let a chuckle of cockiness slip from his chest. ‘Patience, my dear,’ was all that followed.

The tight grip of his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, his teeth marking your hips as his mouth grew closer. You felt his breath roll over you before the press of his lips. It was heaven, no it was paradise. Nothing like you’d ever felt before. Your body grew pliant under his tongue, leaving you a bumbling mess of a human being. You needed more, you craved more. Something he seemed far too eager to please with, you offered no complaints.

He pushed your body over the edge, cascading you into an ocean of pleasure while bringing you slowly back for more. His smile widened as you met his eyes as he rose from below, crawling his way up your body as you struggled to catch your breath. He took pride in his work you could see, that crooked smile evident beneath his now wet upper lip. It drove you wild. 

You pulled him up to your lips, tasting yourself upon him—driving you feral. Your body grew hungry for more, unwilling to wait any longer. Without warning, you wrapped your legs around his waist and canted your hips closer towards his cock. Each new thrust of your hips kissing the tip, drove you crazy. Harvey took a moment to shift on one arm and line himself up towards your cunt before your hips jutted one final time. The piercing feeling of his thick cock stretching you wide took over your entire focus, a loud whimper of pleasure escaping your throat. 

Each new thrust of his hips, pulled more sound from your chest leaving you a wild mess. With every new sound your body let slip, Harvey was there to drink them up and leave you with a shower of praise, ‘So good, so pretty, so perfect, so beautiful like this.’ It was far too much, sending up and over that impending cusp once more. It didn’t take him long to follow; his cock buried to the hilt, ropes of sticky cum filling your cunt to the brim and spilling out down to the bed sheets below.

This was by far way better than you could have ever imagined your night going, internally thanking yourself for agreeing to Leah’s offer. You’d have to thank her in some way or form. But for now you chose to relish in the afterglow the two of you shared.

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You draw pookie- I mean Seb so well I wouldn't mind if my storage ends up full because of you 😫✨❤️🙏🏻

thank u!! have a seb to fill up your storage mwahaha ♡

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