#haley writes fanfic

[peeweekey]

super graphic ultra-modern girl like me!

pairing: haley x reader

wc: 2k

tags: mature (NOT explicit) , closeted lesbian haley , both of you are drunk , making out

synopsis: where sharing lipstick with your best friend haley makes you feel… things.

a/n: reader: oh ho ho, i sure hope kissing my bff doesnt awaken anything in me! (it did)

i wrote this listening to super graphic ultra modern girl by chappel roan! haley fits so many of her songs its insane

your head is aching, spinning like you were sent to another dimension that consists of disco flashing lights and the nauseating smell of spilt vodka—all thanks to the sheer amount of alcohol you consumed in the past 5 hours. it’s pushing 3 AM—the strappy 4 inch heels are chafing your feet, the skimpy skirt clinging to your hips ride up in a way that would scandalize the small village mothers, and body glitter covering every inch of your skin. 

you feel light, weightless as you flutter and float through the rhythmic bass engulfing the club. you nod your head to the beat of the music, swaying your hips that loosen with every sip of the sweet alcoholic drink in your hand. 

you’re bouncing up and down to party rock anthem when your phone buzzes. fishing it out of your pocket, you squint your eyes to make out the notification. you bow your head, trying to make out the message over the flashing lights.

an amused laugh bubbles out of you. haley.

—> go 2 thr bathroon rn

—> hurry or else

you turn and wobble out of the middle of the dance floor, swaying to the beat while maneuvering the sea of sweaty bodies. the bathroom is in an isolated corner by the entrance of the club. you push the door open, stumbling slightly when it takes a little less effort than you expect.

you enter the club bathroom, shutting the ornate door behind you. it slams with a resounding slam, dampening the loud candy pop songs blaring through the party outside. 

your heels click against cool marble as you saunter to the long, seemingly endless, stretch of mirrors and faucets. twisting the knob, a rush of tap water flows freely; it contrasts satisfyingly with the heated skin of your hands. you wet your fingers, dabbing your cheeks and neck with cool water. you sigh, shivering with the instant relief it brings.

as you cool yourself off, you think—you do wonder what haley’s predicament is, she texted you with much urgency. 

perhaps she fell into the toilet—or maybe she’s drunk herself to the point of spewing her guts out in one of these very cubicles. the latter though makes you giggle. a notification buzzes from your phone, as if the sound of your laughter summoned it.

—> idiot

—> i can hear u laughing from here

you snort.

suddenly, without warning, you feel a warm hand pull you into a stall. it’s a sudden jerking motion, and you almost lose your balance to fall flat on your face. a gasp rips out of you as you clutch on to the very warm, very soft thing that keeps you from falling and twisting your ankle. before you even register the situation, you’re being dragged in to sit on the closed lid of the toilet. 

you’re frazzled, knocked off balance by a rude and very disrespectful stranger who obviously has no morals. you feel your blood boil, ruthless insults ready at the tip of your tongue—

—then you look up, and that feeling dissipates. instead, a cheshire grin splits your face, “haley.”

she’s the living breathing stereotype of a wild party girl like this; blonde hair in waves down her back that smells sweetly of strawberries, nails buffed and painted a pretty baby blue, and make-up done up to the absolute nines. her sequin skirt sparkles and winks as she shifts. pretty, you’ll ask if you could borrow it next time—

manicured fingers snap and you’re pushed out of your own thoughts. haley crosses her arms, standing in between your thighs, looking down at you with a displeased expression. “took you long enough.”

you offer a sheepish smile. “i was busy.”

“yeah,” she sneers, locking the stall door behind her. “busy shaking your ass to trashy zuzu club songs.” 

you ignore the sharp jab with a roll of your eyes. “what’s up?” you ask, your words slur slightly, almost tapering off into incomprehensible gibberish. “didya you puke or something?”

“ew. no,”the loud is just making my head hurt,” she replies, massaging her temples. “stick your legs together, i’m gonna sit on your lap.”

she knocks your thighs together with her knee. haley maneuvers you to her liking, your bare thighs pressing together when she spins and sits perpendicular to your lap.

“hm.” you feel the weight of her settle on top of your thighs. the warmth of her skin meeting yours under the cut of her skirt. you barely repress a shiver at the heat radiating off her skin. “woah! okay now you really have to tell me what’s going on.”

you're met with a faceful of strawberry-scented blonde hair when she shifts away—ignoring you. good news for her, your drink-addled brain doesn’t seem to care. in fact, your drunk brain figures it is a perfect time to shamelessly flirt. your tongue is loose enough, and your brain has completely thrown away its filter. as friends, of course; building camaraderie as people say.

“you smell nice, did you use that strawberry shampoo i gave?” you murmur, brushing the locks away from your face. you feel haley squirm in your lap. you know she used it, the pride bubbles up in you at the thought. 

it’s overly warm, that plus the buttloads of alcohol brewing in your gut makes your skin feel on fire. 

haley growls. “stop talking, dumbass.”

you roll your eyes, pinching her thigh. she yelps, high and breathy, swatting your hand away. she meets your eyes, her blonde brows furrowed.

“geez…” a lazy smile playing on your lips. “just take the compliment, hales.”

a ghost of a smirk appears on her cherry colored lips. glossy and pink. you wonder if they taste as sweet and tart as real cherries do—

you wince internally. thinking like that is not a good idea. damn your alcohol foggy brain, making you think of the inane idea of lusting after your best friend. 

you knock your forehead into her shoulder. “so are we just going to sit here all day?”

“i just need to touch up my lipstick,” she says. facing you with an expectant look. “then we can go back.”

“and that’s why you called me,” you raise a brow. your gaze trails to the cherry coat on her lips—it looks perfectly fine to you. in fact, she looks absolutely darling like this. 

“you need some?”

“…are you offering?”

“why not? we share all my shit anyway,” you shrug. “i think it’s somewhere in my purse—”

“where’s your purse?”

“i left it with the others, i think it’s with abby, i'll text her.” you say. fumbling for your phone, you reach in the hidden pocket of your skirt. the walls enclosing the cubicle restrict your movements; you bump your elbow against the flimsy wood as you dig deeper into the flimsy pocket. your skirt is skin-tight against your hips, you feel the woman above becoming increasingly agitated as your attempts to fish out your phone come out fruitless.

haley huffs above you, shifting; making your wary gaze snap back to her. she looks down at you with a pout—you’re damn sure she’s just as hammered as you.

“too far,” she whines, taking a firm grip of your jaw. your cheeks puff with the force of her squishing them, you feel the pointed tips of her nails digging into the fat there. she swings a leg over you, her hips bracketing your waist as she sits atop you. 

this position feels strangely intimate; like all your senses are overwhelmed with only haley. the heady scent of her skin, the short sounds of her breathing in your ears, the burning feeling wherever she touches—it’s all her, her, her.

which shouldn’t make you feel the way it’s making you feel; like you're buzzing with adrenaline. you feel the blood coursing through your veins at race car speeds—spreading all throughout your body. your cheeks feel hot, you feel dizzy with all your senses stimulated by your best friend.

the reverberating bass from the music outside shakes the walls; like some sort of finality as it thumps, thumps, thumps.

“hales,” you start, your mouth dry. “what—”

she stares at you, her crystalline eyes shining in the dim light of the bathroom. a pretty pink flush paints her cheeks til the tips of her pearl-adorned ears. you feel her breaths against your cheek—short and warm. “stay still, the gloss you have on your lips will do.”

your ears have to be fucking with you… your eyes widen and you swear you feel your heart jump up into your throat. “huh—”

“what?” she says in response to your wide-eyed expression. her tone drops to something akin to a purr. “your lipstick is such a pretty shade.”

helping is what friends are for, right? maybe this is merely the alcohol talking; because she doesn’t like you like that, totally—and the disappointment you feel is not because of that either. 

you swallow the heavy lump in your throat; your voice is strangled and stuttery when you speak. “f—fine.”

“perfect,” she grins. “hold still.”

this is the least you were expecting when you walked into the club bathroom; who knew you’d end up with haley in your lap and hovering over for what is technically a kiss. you will your eyes not to close, burning the view of her leaning over you into your brain. you shudder; this is not a sight that will leave you for months to come.

you squeeze her hip as her face hovers closer, palm lingering at her scratchy sequin miniskirt. you crane your neck, anticipating the brush of her lips against yours. your other hand travels to her upper back, stroking her locks of golden hair; under your ministrations, you feel her tremor slightly.

it feels like eternity when you finally connect. 

sparks fly the moment you feel the plush softness of her mouth against yours, moving in a salacious rhythm that you doubt is for only sharing lipstick. 

her lips are sticky with what remains of that cherry lip gloss; it smears all over your own lips, spreading your deep red lipstick everywhere; at the corner of your lips, at your chin. your eyes flutter shut, a contented sigh escapes your mouth and haley uses that as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. she drags her hand up and up, curling her fingers into the base of your neck.

you jolt, the pleasure fogs your mind; your thoughts are muddy, the only coherent thing is of haley. 

your tongue swipes at her bottom lip, chasing the fruity flavor of cherry cola on her lips. it’s sweet, she’s sweet. you feel lightheaded with the overwhelming sensations of it. sure, you’ve kissed once or twice—but it never felt like this; soft and desperate and hot and tingly, affecting you all throughout your body. 

your breaths are labored when she pulls away and you feel it's too soon. a clicking wet sound when her mouth disconnects from yours that makes you shiver. you feel dizzy with warmth; heat is pooling low in your belly, a low buzzing sensation overwhelms everywhere haley touches. 

her lips as wine-red as yours. the same color lipstick smeared messily on her lips. haley wipes the corner of your cupid’s bow, where some of the color had smudged, her breathing heavy and pupils dilated as you stare. her hands feel delightfully warm and soft against your skin. golden strands of hair brush against your cheeks, making you squirm in your seat.

you can barely restrain your delighted giggle, in awe of the absurdity of the situation. haley laughs too, a light sound like a tinkling bell. you slump against the cold tile wall behind you, boneless and in disbelief— did you really just make out with your best friend? and at a grimy club bathroom no less.

time seems suspended here, cramped in a stall with only the sound of heavy breathing. there will be a lot more questions when you leave, lingering glances at your pleasure-pulled hair and smeared lipstick. 

this is what friends do, what you and haley do. your eyes track her every move, unabashedly staring as she readjusts her top. haley catches your eye, smiling like the cat that got all the cream. 

she cranes her face to your ear, whispering. “thanks for the touch up, babe.”

[staratie]

week two: phone sex

nsfw, oral sex, dirty talk, toy used, implies tall!reader wc: 534 summary: buying a phone from robin was a mistake.

Buying a phone from Robin changed your farm life. You didn’t need to travel to her house to see her stock or prices, you got to call the saloon, and Pierre’s to see what he was selling for the day.

However, having the phone did come with prank callers and Vincent randomly checking in on you.

One rainy day, you and Haley were hanging out in your cottage. You had been dating for a while and the intimacy between you two intensified. The first time you two had sex was heavenly. Literally. You two roleplayed as an angel and devil and it was obvious who played each role.

“I’m bored.” She sighed, standing up from the couch. You followed her and wrap an arm around her shoulder.

“Well, there’s a lot we can do.” You suggested. “Watch TV, cook together, feed the animals—”

“No.” Haley disagreed. She turned to you, tip-toes, gently pinned you against the wall, and placed a soft kiss on your lips. Your kiss picked up, to the point where you were taking each other’s clothes off.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You rolled your eyes, stopped the kiss, and grabbed the phone.

“Hello?” You asked, trying not to moan. Haley’s lips went down from your cheek to your collarbone and your chest.

“Hi! It’s Robin!” The carpenter sang.

“Ah fuck—” You whispered as your lover knelt down. She started kissing you, licking her tongue around you, sighing happily as you twitched and nearly lose your composure. “I mean ah, my fudge!”

“You baking brownies, farmer?” Robin asked.

“U-Um yeah, trying out a new recipe from Zuzu City.”

You heard Haley leave for a little bit, probably to get a pillow or blanket to kneel on. Grateful, you continued your conversation.

“So what do you want to talk about?”

“Oh! I noticed your coop isn’t upgraded yet. I think you should consider doing that because you are probably buying more animals…” Robin chatted endlessly about the farm.

You masked a moan as Haley motioned you to lean on the kitchen counter. You felt your toy she bought for you at your entrance. She knelt down again and kissed you, adding tongue around your rim.

Haley lubed up her fingers and inserted one gently..then two…then three…then, she stood up on a nearby chair, and thrusted the dildo inside. She was prepared and had it attached to a belt. When it came to lovemaking, she wasn’t soft as you expected.

She was thrusting hard, grabbing your hair and making you look up.

“You look so sexy babe,” she whispered, kissing your forehead. You felt like you were on fire, your body trembling with pleasure.

“…and you need another well…”

You mouthed out her name, squeezing your eyes shut. Haley gave you one last thrust and quickly jumped down from the chair. She pushed you back, straddled your lap, and kissed your chest, biting your nipples. Then she knelt down and roughly kissed your front.

“…how’s this phone treatin’ ya?”

“I like it!” You yelled into the phone. “Fuck having a phone is awesome!”

Robin didn’t hesitate to end the call. In fact, she was pretty impressed with how long you lasted while having the conversation.

@poniesandcupcakes @pastelfloof

[snailmail444]

Hey moot, how about some NSFW headcanons for when the bachelors first slide it in? Maybe also when the bachelorettes first sit on it? Their expressions, noises, that sort of thing? (pls forgive me for going anon, i'm just embarrassed LMFAO) -🪴

First times with the Bachelors and Bachelorettes

18+ 🌱 MDNI 🌱 NSFW

Don’t worry moot who will remain nameless at this time. I so get it sometimes you don’t wanna be perceived! I hope you like this tho hehehe~ 💞💞💞 🍂 NSFW under the cut

Harvey-

💚 I’ve said this before but I think Harvey is loud

💚 Like in general he makes a lot of grunts and groans etc.

💚 The second he feels you he’s purring with satisfaction

💚 Goes slow, but not just for your comfort 😈

💚 Wants you BEGGING for more, even if he’s having trouble keeping himself together.

💚 Flushed! He’s flushed all the way down to his chest!!! Look at him!!

💚 His breathing is definitely ragged and uneven but he’s suuuuch a service top that he’s gonna be rubbing your nipples with his free hand

💚 “That’s it, just take it”

💚 Stops about halfway in because he needs to catch his breath

💚 One look at you mewling under him for more, though, has him pushing the rest of the way in

💚 Lives to serve 🫡

💚 Grunts when he bottoms out

Elliott-

❤️ First and foremost it’s important to establish something

❤️ Elliott has a virginity collection. Gotta say that up top

❤️ So many people he’s known have wanted something safe and comfortable for their first, and he’s a HAPPY provider

❤️ He’s had a lot of firsts.

❤️ You think that would make him jaded. Not so!!!!!!!!!

❤️ The moment he feels how hot and needy you are for him he snaps a little bit

❤️ Normally very controlled about it

❤️ But as soon as he sees the needy look in your eyes

❤️ And gets a feel of just how perfect you really are

❤️ His composure!! It’s gone!!!!!

❤️ We already Knew he was obsessed with you. But if there was any doubt…there isn’t anymore

❤️ The! Praise!!!

❤️ Lowjey envision Elliott as the type who doesn’t swear UNTIL you’re having sex

❤️ He’s so overwhelmed and turned on and just— “you’re delectable, fuck darling.”

Alex-

🤎 He is going sooooo slow with it

🤎 Face is all scrunched up and focused

🤎 Dosent speak, doesn’t make a sound, probably doesn’t even BREATHE until it’s all the way in

🤎 Once he’s certain he’s fit without causing any pain he’s throwing his head back and groaning

🤎 Not that he didn’t want to before—he absolutely did—but he’s nervous

🤎 I like to imagine Alex isn’t super experienced. A hot jock like him has had options, of course, but he doesn’t want to really do anything unless it’s special

🤎 Flushed. Maybe shivering a little bit

🤎 Reverent king. Heart eye legend. Looking at you like you hung the moon

🤎 Holding your hand to ground himself—I can’t—

🤎 Twitching and shivering trying to stay still

🤎 Probably just says he’s in love with you right then and there tbh

🤎 What’s a man supposed to do? Huh? NOT be devastatingly in love with you?? Get real.

Shane-

💙 Never had any composure to begin with

💙 Turned on and he already goes pretty hard so that first time

💙 He cannot help himself he’s fucking all the way in on the first stroke

💙 fingered you throughly beforehand to prepare for this invevutability

💙 “so goddamn tight, shit”

💙 Obsessed with the way you clench down around him. Wants you to feel overwhelmed with how full you are

💙 And you do. And you do

💙 Sweating already!!!!!!!

💙 Beading up on his brow as he tries to steady himself because you feel so so so much better than his first ever could

💙 After he’s got his feet under him he gets THE cocky grin of all time

💙 One glance at you struggling under the weight of your pleasure he’s grinning all wolfish and pressing his forehead to yours

💙 “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you”

Sam-

🩷 Okay so I am so serious

🩷 He is already about to come

🩷 Barely even gets the tip inside before he realizes he’s fucked

🩷 He’s whimpering the second he feels how hot and tight you are, swallowing moans to try and keep himself under control

🩷 canNOT make eye contact. If he does he’s finished

🩷 Head falling foreward, cheeks flushed, panting and screwing his eyes closed because it’s too damn much

🩷 Ends up coming after MAYBE three strokes. Possibly less. Super embarrassed and flustered because that’s bad, right? He’s supposed to last longer than that, and—

🩷 It’s so fucking hot be serious right now.

🩷 Oh noooo he thinks you’re so hot and sexy and perfect he came in .2 seconds…ohhhh nooooo…👀👀👀

🩷 He’s flushed and embarrassed, and his eyes are big and round as he says he’s sorry

🩷 I’ll have one Samson hot to go please with extra pathetic on the side

🩷 Have him finger his come into you until he’s hard again. Do it. I dare you

Sebastian-

🖤 Spends a lot of time teasing you first

🖤 Dragging his cock against you and trying to work you up

🖤 No it’s definitely not because he needs to get his bearings what gave you that idea—

🖤 He needs to get his bearings

🖤 Already knows before he even puts it in that he’s going to be overwhelmed

🖤 Another inexperienced king 🥰

🖤 clamps down with his hand around the base of his cock as he guides it inside as a precautionary measure

🖤 full. Body. Shiver

🖤 its way hotter and tighter than he thought and you’re so worked up because he teased you so much

🖤 A monster of his own creation

🖤 WHIMPERING!!

🖤 Embarrassed by it too. Using his free hand to cover his mouth and his cheeks because he doesn’t want to look stupid

🖤 You dont look stupid babygirl please make more pathetic noises I’m begging you

🖤 Has to take a break before he moves. Otherwise he will suffer the same fate as Sam

🖤 When he finally gets into it he’s good. But he was overwhelmed for a minute there FR

Penny-

🧡 Virgin 💞

🧡 She’s really nervous, but wants this more than she’s ever wanted anything

🧡 You have to finger her really thoroughly and go sooo slow

🧡 Trust you to set the pace

🧡 Doesn’t even realize she can feel this full

🧡 She winces because it hurts a little bit at first, but when she adjusts there might as well be hearts in her eyes

🧡 Pitches her head back against the pillow and whimpers

🧡 Feeling up her own chest to try and ground herself

🧡 Probably starts crying lbr

🧡 Squirming against you!!

🧡 Once she’s ready she’ll be pawing at your back and twisting her hips

🧡 Hit it hard and slow. Trust me on this one

Maru-

💜 Domme queen

💜 Is more than ready for this

💜 Her goal is to make YOU lose it

💜 Prepped herself well enough for this that she can take it all at once

💜 Grins at you, is asking if you’re okay because you’re sweating

💜 Wants to ruin you by ruining herself

💜 Does NOT hesitate

💜 Will be making noise because she’s having the time of her life

💜 Laughing and smiling and lowkey giddy because she loves this and loves making you insane and loves getting fucked

💜 Absolutely in control and with it

Emily-

💙 Immediately breathless

💙 Also giddy but in a more “oh!! Yes!” Kind of way

💙 Is kinda filthy for it?

💙 Dirty talk/praise for how well you fill her up

💙 “Yes, it’s so good, give me more, need you”

💙 Emily is already a little unhinged so like. What’s getting fucked if not a transcendent experience

💙 Sees Yoba the moment she’s full

💙 Didn’t expect to feel so elated and happy buuut

💙 She is :3

💙 Can’t get enouuuugh

💙 Balling her fists into the sheets and howling tbh

💙 Lowkey animalistic about it. Really likes it primal as hell

Leah-

💚 Leah’s no stranger to getting fucked

💚 Like. Girl loves it, actually!!!

💚 already sweaty and blissed out because she probably did a lot of other things with you first

💚 A little nervous even though she loves this

💚 Probably wants to hold your hand

💚 Very controlled, but she’s crying out before she’s even all the way down

💚 She’s got that classic ginger flush

💚 Head tossed back and rolling against you the moment she can

💚 No chill needs to get fucked now!!

💚 Make her be slow. Take her hips and force her to slow down.

💚 She will lose her miiiiind

Haley-

🩷 Okay lowkey? Another inexperienced queen!!

🩷 Has had sex a couple times, but it’s been a WHILE

🩷 Doesn’t stop her!!

🩷 She’s about halfway down when she stops, winces, averts her eyes because she’s blushing

🩷 Queen of “don’t see me struggle”

🩷 It’s just that like—it’s big, and she’s not—

🩷 Rub her clit a little!! Watch the way her eyelashes flutter when you doooooo

🩷 Eyes kinda rolling back in her head, but she’s a BRAT QUEEN so of course she’s telling you not to let it go to your head

🩷 She’s definitely pink in her cheeks and her chest is heaving with the effort

🩷 But

🩷 She looks sooooo satisfied when she’s finally seated

🩷 Definitely about to go hard and fast, but not making any noise yet

🩷 Smiles at you

🩷 “Don’t stop touching me either”

🩷 Haley I’m begging you for one single chance just one please

Abigail-

🖤 Bouncing and moaning on it

🖤 Seriously though?

🖤 She’s so horny

🖤 in my mind Abby is the horniest bachelorette by FAR she wants you so so so bad

🖤 Got off earlier on the prospect of this she’s so excited

🖤 Despite all of her confidence and bravado

🖤 The SECOND she’s on it she’s falling apart!

🖤 Hips stuttering, takes way more than she’s ready for because she wants it that bad

🖤 Her thighs are shaking already

🖤 Burying her face in the side of your neck to muffle out her cries

🖤 Shaking and rocking against you

🖤 “please please please” against your skin, her body hiccuping with want

🖤 Needs you to take over and fuck her from underneath because she can’t hold herself together enough to move

🖤 Desperate little mess !!!

[farmerstarter]

eeee i love your work! could you do something with a fem (or gn that’s fine) reader with haley? maybe having a girls night? thank you so much! have a lovely day or night!!! :) 🩷🩷

ʚ📸ɞ ˚ · . A Girl's Night with Haley :

Tags: Haley from SDV x fem!reader

I'm so sorry this took so long anon! I got lazy for the past few days and didn't want to do any requests ^^; but I hope you like this, despite its lateness. If you have any requests then feel free to send me an ask!

🎀You and Haley didn't start off on the right foot so it's surreal to be in her room for a one-on-one girls night. If you told your past self you were sitting on her vanity, looking at the little red boats of her beach wallpaper and having Haley comb through your hair, she'd laugh in your face. But you were here, doing exactly that. Haley sent you a letter earlier that morning, inviting you to her room to spend the night. It was delicate, carefully crafted than the usual letter you'd get from your parents or Lewis. It smelled like Haley's perfume, a sweet undertone of cocoa. Even had a lipstick kiss mark at the end to seal the deal. You hardly dress up. The fanciest dress you've ever worn was for the Flower Dance, which you spent standing on the sidelines, totally not staring at Haley while she spun around. It's not that you like her (you totally do), but you decided to put on your better pairs of boots for the occasion. You're sure Haley would like the gesture and from her looking you up and down with a smile, it worked. But the boots weren't the reason why she was smiling.

🎀Haley baked cookies for you. They're in the shape of chickens. Well, as close to chickens as they could get. There were white ones, brown ones, blue ones, and one black one for the void chicken that's in your coop. There were as many cookies as chickens that you have. You could tell which cookie was which chicken. It surprised you. You've only shown Haley your coop once and you thought she was too busy making sure she didn't ruin her shoes. The cookies were your favorite flavor.

🎀It was spring, so the only thing that Haley has been thinking about was the Flower Dance. She insisted you help her practice her dance moves. She wanted to be Flower Queen for the sixth time in a row. You and her danced in the middle of her bedroom, your hands intertwined together. The two of you would take turns twirling each other, both of you moving closer after each spin. You and Haley ended up slow dancing in each others arms. She asked you to be her dance partner right then and there. You happily accepted. She later joked that she wouldn't mind as much if you won Flower Queen instead of her.

🎀You had sunflowers for Haley, your go-to gift for her. Literally the only reason why you started growing them on your farm. And as she always does, she fawns over it and says her thanks. You soon found out that she keeps your sunflowers in a vase in her bedroom. And for the sunflowers that were about to wilt, she told you that she turned them into bookmarks with Emily's help. She later told you her plan to make you and her flower crowns for the Flower Dance out of the sunflowers you give her 🥺

🎀It didn't take long for Haley to take out her camera. You two had a makeshift photoshoot, using all the hats, scarves and accessories in Haley's closet as props. Haley set her camera up on a tripod, and she would run to you to pose before the timer would run and snap a photo. The photos are an amalgamation of faces, some overly serious, most were just big smiles and blushing cheeks. Haley's favorite photo is of her kissing your cheek, the two of you dressed up in Haley's winter clothes. You decided it's your favorite as well. Haley keeps that picture framed on her bedside table.

🎀You've watched "The Brave Little Sapling", both of you wearing pajamas, and huddled together on Haley's bed with her head resting on your shoulder and cappuccino mousse cake on both your laps.

🎀The two of you baked pink cake in the kitchen, trying to be quiet because it was 1 in the morning. The two of you got that idea after finding a recipe for it in one of the many magazines that Haley has. It turned out great, a bit lopsided but that didn't stop Haley from taking pictures of your creation. It had little heart candies sprinkled on top of it. Haley broke her spring diet to eat a slice with you.

🎀You left the next morning with leftover cookies, one of Haley's hats ("It's yours now, I don't want my (y/n) getting sunburnt), and a heart shaped locket with a picture of Haley. Haley's got one for her too, one with your picture in it. She gave it to you the moment you were about to leave for home. She was descreet about it, making sure Emily was out of sight. She slipped it in your front pocket, blushing. And of course, she said good bye with a quick peck on the cheek.

[ladylynse]

I was gifted with yet more beautiful fanart for my Huntsclan!Jake AU fic Unbound (FFN/AO3). This one represents scenes from earlier in the fic, but the parallels and the imagery that our fantastic anonymous artist captured has had me staring at this for entirely too long. Repeatedly. Please admire it with me.

(If the artist ever consents to be known, I will update this post with their information.)

More from this artist here and here

[hiramaris]

Welcome

Hi! You can call me Hira! To be honest, I'm not even sure why I'm even bothering to put something like this since I'll probably be busy for the next months or so but yeah, I'll just put it right here in case I'll ever accept any future requests or something.

Characters I write for:

So far I can probably write for any characters in Duskwood and Stardew Valley. Preferably for female characters 😉

This could change tho in the future if I ever decide to expand my writing for other fandoms (believe me, I read a lot of fics of other fandoms but that doesn't mean I'll be good at writing the characters. I prefer knowing how to write them first before starting any fic)

What Genre, Troupe, and Type of Fiction do I write, and plan on writing?

I'm open to all genres (fluff, angst, hurt and/or comfort, etc.) aside from any Dark themes, sorry.

Open to any available troupe out there except for cheating and anything that surrounds it.

I can do AUs, canon divergence, and canon compliance.

I just don't really do smut or any NSFW but anything above can be doable if I try.

Things I have written so far:

Dusk til Dawn (Jessy x Gender Neutral MC) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 — COMPLETE

Dusk Fragments (Jessy x Gender Neutral MC) - #1, #2, #3

Kiss It Off Me (Haley x Fem!farmer) - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 , Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8— ONGOING

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley) (Haley x Female Farmer)

Prologue

Nothing could’ve prepared me for the letter that was menacingly waiting on the kitchen counter for my arrival. My mom, who was sitting in the living room, turned to face me as I walked into the house.

“A letter arrived for you today. It is on the counter in the kitchen. It must be something serious,” my mom tells me. I waltz over to the counter and pick up the letter. 

“It’s from grandpa? How can that be? He passed on like months ago.” I start fiddling with the enveloped letter to get a good look at it. There is a small note written on it along with my address and information: 

“Only open when you need are in need of change”

I gently tap the mail against my hand and turn to go up to my room. I inspect the envelope more as I walk up the stairs and down the hallway. I finally flop onto my bed, belly up, and stare at it. 

I wonder what this is all about, I think to myself.  I put it in the drawer of my side table and try to forget about it. I have too much going on right now that I can’t worry about what it’s all about just yet. I have to get through my last year of high school and then make it into a university. I am not ready for a change just yet.

[ramblesbiab]

I cannot BELIEVE I've been sitting here shipping Abigail x Haley for no good reason except enemies to lovers when Leah x Haley (HALEAH) is literally right there. They're both creatives, but with entirely different mediums and lifestyles, so I can already see the hatred blooming. Haley doesn't understands Leah's sculptures. Leah doesn't think her photography is a real art, since the camera does the work for her.

Haley thinks Leah is a weird, messy, country bumpkin who needs to get over herself, Leah thinks Haley is a stuck-up, moody, arrogant city girl who needs a few reality checks, so for Yoba's sake, why can't they stop thinking about each other?!

Haley drops by the saloon just to glare at Leah- not stare, glare, obviously. Leah happens to be walking through the same neck of the woods to poke fun at Haley whenever she's doing photography. Their paths cross, and cross, and the two notice more and more about each other.

The bounce to Haley's hair. The cute crookedness to Leah's smirk. That look of determination, tongue sticking out just a bit as her brows furrow, when Haley focuses on the picture she's been looking for all day. And holy shit, the way Leah looks in a tank top when she's working on a sculpture outside.

It's slow, and you best believe it's messy, but their walls start to come down. One day, Leah wonders aloud how Haley's fancy camera works, and happens to listen when Haley excitedly explains it's features. Apparently it's more complex then she first though. Another day, Haley asks Leah about a sculpture, and is surprised how much the meaning of it resonates. She shyly says that it's cool, before steeling up at the way Leah grins.

They're everything I tried to convince myself Abigail x Haley would be, but this time, it's actually there. Plus now I can freely ship Sam x Sebastian x Abigail without conflict, which is cool as hell <3

[powichi]

🌻Sunflower🌻 Stardew Valley | HaleyxFemale Farmer ! |

I always wanted to write a fanfic ! My hyperfixation right now is stardew valley, especially Haley. hope you like it ! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

[hotchs-bitch]

4 AM

Credits: prompt idea from @foxy-eva Criminal Minds Writing Challenge! Hurt/Comfort prompt: Nowhere else to go: Person A didn't know where else to go in a time of need, so they ring B's doorbell. Betaing credits to @doctorstethoscope and @greg-montgomery- I would never post anything if you guys didn't tell me to <3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Haley Hotchner (post-slash?), Aaron Hotchner & blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n) (platonic-ish)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Unrequited love, discussions of divorce and parenting, Hotch's take on Haley leaving him, big sexy man cries a little, mentions of cases, angsty

A/N: I'm back with a song fic about Hotch's marriage crumbling, because apparently that's the only thing that can drag me out of my burnout era. Inspo song is 4 AM by Cate, and I highly recommend giving it a listen!!

Yes, this is angstier than I meant for it to be. Yes, I'm already working on a part 2 :)

Find it on ao3 here, or under the cut. Happy reading <3

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Why don’t you come over?

It’s only friendship we’ll risk

You can cry on my shoulder

If it’s her that you miss

Are you thinking of me

In a new light?

‘Cause if not wе could pretend for the night, for thе night

“Why don’t you come over for a little bit tonight?”

“It… it doesn’t even matter–”

“How long is your drive?”

Aaron’s sigh into the phone receiver is audible. You can almost picture him right now, his face screwed up in frustration and two fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. “I’m… not far. I’m at a motel twenty minutes from Quantico. She offered to stay at Jessica’s house, but… I don’t want Jack to know what’s going on.”

This certainly wasn’t the conversation you were expecting to have when you phoned your boss in the evening, intending to apologize for the late hour and let him know that you would be sending a file to him that would need to be reviewed first thing in the morning. You were expecting a brief, rushed call. You weren’t expecting him to pocket-answer the phone so that you had an accidental front-row seat to the sound of your boss checking into a motel room for one guest.

When he finally heard your voice calling out, “Aaron!” from his pocket and realized what was going on, he had bashfully explained; another fight with Haley, a bad one. You know that they’re all bad these days, but his admittance meant that it was worse than usual. It had ended with both of them packing bags, insisting that the other stay at their house, and Hotch driving off before she could.

You can’t pretend that you aren’t a little surprised that he shared all of this without much prompting. But now, you just want to see him and know that he’s okay. You just want to make this better… but how can you do that?

Maybe it’s not your place to get involved at all. You would be the first to admit that, sure, you have a minor crush on your very married colleague, and maybe that means that you should be staying away from his marital problems with a twenty-foot pole. But if he needs help, you’re certainly going to offer it.

“I don’t want to say it, but… do you really think Jack doesn’t know? You two have been having a lot of problems, and he’s a smart kid.”

“I know. I know. But it’s not… we can work it out. We can figure something out. There’s no need to stress him out or make him think that we’re going to get a divorce. I don’t want him put through all of that, for something that won’t happen.” The pain in Aaron’s voice is as audible as his words, and the sheer emotion behind it… it just breaks your heart.

It’s your turn to sigh now, letting your head tip back and rest on the back of your couch. “Are you sure you don’t want to come over? It’s really no trouble, I promise. I’ve got a guest room; you can stay as long as you need.”

Now, there’s a familiar firmness in his tone. It’s that decisive I-know-best voice he uses when he really believes in what he’s saying. “I’m sure. I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be home by tomorrow. We’ll work this out. I… appreciate you speaking to me about this. I’m sure it’s not why you called.”

If he could see you, you would wave a hand in the air as if to say, ‘Don’t worry about it’. “Anytime, Aaron. And that offer stands, you hear me?”

This standing offer of yours might be a bad idea. What if he takes you up on it? What if he comes over, seeking your company? Your conflicting feelings for him are easy enough to set aside at work, but if he’s coming over because of his rocky marriage that’s a whole other battlefield you don’t have a clue how to navigate.

Aaron loves his wife. You know that he does. He adores her and their son, right down to his nightly phone calls with them on cases and the picture of the two that he keeps in his go bag. But sometimes, on the occasional event that he relaxes around you, you can’t help wondering if he could ever think of you the same way he thinks of Haley. 

He could, you’re sure of that. He’s a red-blooded man, and even though that’s a little cliche of you, you can’t help but wish he would think of you as more than a colleague. You’re a woman who sees him more often than his own wife does, and that’s got to count for something. Does he really just view you as a colleague and friend, or… does he ever view you as something more?

Sometimes, you think maybe he does. During your last case – an abduction in South Dakota – the two of you had been canvassing together down a busy street when a biker rode past. Aaron had noticed in the nick of time, pulling you in towards him and out of the way of harm. He loves his wife more than anything, and you know that he was just keeping you from getting hurt. But for a moment, for just a split second, you had let yourself imagine that it was a gesture of more-than-friends, that he was pulling you in because he wanted to be closer to you.

So maybe this offer is a terrible, awful idea. You can admit that it probably is, but at least he doesn’t seem to be taking you up on it.

“I hear you.” There’s a bit of a smile in his voice now, as though he knows how serious you’re being and he finds it amusing. “Thank you, again. Have a nice night.”

Before you can respond, he hangs up. With a sigh, you set down the phone. It’s starting to get late now; you might as well go to sleep if he’s not coming over.

–

When you wake up, your bedroom is completely dark. Your alarm isn’t ringing on the nightstand, and when you roll over in bed you read the time on the digital clock. 3:46 AM.

So what the hell woke you up?

Your answer comes in the form of a knocking sound, loud enough to get your attention without being an obnoxious pounding sound. The noise is coming from… somewhere, so you get out of bed and slip on a robe over your pajamas to find the source of the noise.

The hunt leads you to your front door, where that steady knocking is coming from the other side. Someone is knocking on your door, at the late hour, and in a haze of grogginess and confusion, you wrench the door open.

“What is- Aaron?”

He’s standing on your step, his hand raised like he’s ready to knock again. His face… god. His face is full of pain, unimaginably pure pain, and he nods at you. “Hi. I’m sorry, I… you were sleeping. I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

His voice breaks a little, and that’s when you reach out. With one hand on his shoulder, you steer him into the house and close the door. “Are you okay? You didn’t… what?”

When you guide Aaron to the couch, he sits down without hesitation. His voice is drenched with despair when he says, “I didn’t… know where else to go. You said that the, er, offer was standing, right?”

“What? Yes, of course, it is. Aaron, what’s going on?” You sink down onto the couch next to him, watching him inhale deeply like he’s trying to ground himself. The tiny part of you that preens when he says that he didn’t know where else to go… well, you try to fight that part back. Right now, the priority is Aaron. The priority is not your ridiculous, unrealistic crush on him. “I thought you were staying at the motel tonight and going home tomorrow.” 

“I did, too. Haley texted me a little while ago. She… she told me that she wants to figure out a… custody agreement that recognizes her as Jack’s primary parent. She wants to… work that out before she gets her lawyer involved.” He gives you a sardonic little smile, one that fills you to the brim with empathy as he continues to speak. “Apparently, when she said she would stay at her sister’s house, she meant indefinitely. I can expect to be served the… papers in the next week.”

He says ‘papers’ in a bitter tone, like the very sound of the word puts a bad taste in his mouth. It’s not hard to piece two and two together, and you slowly reach for his hand. He lets you take it, and you give him a moment before you ask the question.

“You and Haley are divorcing?” Compartmentalizing this has to be one of the most strong-willed things you’ve ever done. This isn’t the time for your feelings and emotions to be anywhere near the surface; not when Aaron needs you like this.

At the d-word, he flinches a little like he’s been wounded. He obviously hasn’t come to terms with the idea of it yet, and you wonder how long it’s been since she texted him. “We aren’t divorcing. She’s divorcing me.” His correction is swift, and his voice is brittle; it feels like he’s close to shattering. Seeing him like this – so vulnerable, so broken – is completely alien to you.

“Aaron…” You don’t know what to say, so you squeeze his hand. In lieu of any other words, you ask the stupidest possible question. “How do you feel?”

He laughs a little, at that. It isn’t genuine, but it’s not a cruel laugh either. It’s a little bit cynical, a little disbelieving. “I just found out that my wife is leaving me. It’s 4 AM, and I’m tired, and I can’t go home. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, right now.”

“I know. I know, I’m sorry. It was dumb of me to ask.” You move a little closer to him, the couch cushions shifting under you until you’re almost pressed against him. “You can talk about it, if you want to. You can tell me everything that’s going through your head.”

Aaron takes another deep breath at that, and his hold on your hand tightens a little. “She isn’t happy. She hasn’t been happy, and we both knew it. I just… I didn’t think this would happen. I know she wants me around more- wanted me around, I suppose. Lately, most of our fights have been about work. Haley wanted me to leave the BAU, the Bureau if it came down to it, and I refused. And I can’t blame her for wanting a normal life, or wanting me to work at a 9 to 5, but… I can’t do that.”

His monologue has shaken every remaining ounce of grogginess out of your system. Aaron so rarely opens up, especially about personal matters. Listening to him talk like this, you could go all night long without a cup of coffee.

Come to think of it, coffee is a really good idea. Standing up, you give him a small, sympathetic smile. “I’m just going to make us some coffee. You look like you need it.”

The open-concept design means that you only move a few feet away to get to the coffeemaker in the kitchen, and you look over at Aaron as you scoop grounds into the basket. “Why can’t you leave the BAU?” Your question is soft, not accusatory.

He hears your tone, the general curiosity, and sighs. “When I was a lawyer, I prosecuted dozens of murder cases. By the time they reached my desk, it always felt like it was too late. And I wanted to, uh… stop them, before they got to my desk. We see a lot of things, you know? Jack… I don’t want him growing up in a world like this, with serial killers around every corner. I want to make the world a safer place for him. I suppose I thought that… I thought that because I’m doing it for my family, that would make it… easier for her to deal with.”

By the time Aaron finishes speaking, you’re handing him a cup of coffee. It’s sweetened with a bit of sugar and some cream; he usually drinks it black, but you know he considers any other kind of coffee to be a treat. If there’s ever been a time for him to deserve a treat, it’s now.

“You’re a good dad,” you tell him as you sink back down onto the couch with a mug of your own. “I know that you and Haley might have different ideas about what parenting should look like, but… you’re doing this because you love him. You want to protect him, and keep him safe and innocent. That doesn’t make you a monster for missing bedtime.”

It’s silent for a long moment; the only sound is both of you sipping your coffees, and then Aaron hums quietly. “I just… I never want him to know what kind of people are out there. He’s a little kid. I’m supposed to be there to tell him that there isn’t a monster under his bed. Instead, I spent his birthday in Mississippi looking for a guy who hunts his victims by actually hiding under their beds. I can’t blame Haley for being upset with me.”

You’re still trying to think of a response to that when he speaks again. His voice softens now, and when you glance over he looks away quickly. It’s not quick enough, and you still make note of the tears in his eyes that he’s obviously trying to hide. “We’ve been together since high school, you know. Graduation, college, law school… all of it.”

“I had no idea,” you murmur. You knew that Aaron and his wife were together for a long time, obviously. But to be together since high school? That’s a hefty chunk of time; it’s more than half as long as he’s been alive. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I… I can’t even imagine how you feel.”

“If it helps, neither can I. I don’t… I have no clue how I feel,” he admits, setting down the coffee cup. His gaze is still averted, but you can see the tears shining in his eyes. “Things haven’t been great for a while, and I know that. I’m not an idiot. But she’s always been there by my side, always. And now… she won’t be there, anymore.” His voice breaks a little on the last word, and it just… breaks your heart, all over again.

When you speak, it’s a little more tentative. Between his strict professionalism in the office and the reason for this impromptu 4 AM visit, you’re worried that you might be crossing some sort of line here. He’s got a wife at home; technically, he’s still married. That, and the reason for your offer is more selfish than you care to admit. But you don’t mind that as much as you probably should. After a pause, you say it.

“You can say no, but… do you want a hug?” Even as you ask the question, you start to get to your feet. Maybe to give him easy access, or maybe just so you can busy yourself with the coffee mugs if he says no.

A soft ‘oof’ escapes you when Aaron gets to his feet and hugs you tightly, like he’s just been waiting for you to ask. His arms wrap around your waist while your own come up to reach around him, rubbing his back gently in as reassuring of a manner as you can. Yes, your reason for this hug is selfish… It's selfish to take pride in the fact that you’re the one comforting him, reassuring him, and hopefully making him feel better.

You’re just about to let go – the guilt-ridden confliction of your emotions is almost too much to handle – when you feel and hear a sharp intake of breath against your shoulder, under your hand. It’s paired with the softest, most broken-sounding sob you can imagine. Aaron is trying to hold back that flood of emotion, that heartbreak that seems to surround him like it’s stuck alongside him inside an impenetrable bubble, and you tighten your grip on him a little.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, and you hope that you sound soothing. You hope that you can calm him, help him in some way. “You can let go, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

Aaron doesn’t respond. He’s silent against you as his face presses into your shoulder, but his back moves under your hand when he takes in another deep, shuddering breath. It isn’t until he pulls away and lowers his head that you realize that the shoulder of your robe is soaked with tears that you couldn’t feel through the layers of fabric.

His head is still down, and he wipes at his face like he can’t stand to have tears running down it. “I’m sorry,” he says after a long moment, and he turns away altogether while he presumably collects himself. 

You allow him this privacy, this pseudo-solitude to wipe his face and straighten his posture and do whatever else he can to recover from his moment of sheer, sheer vulnerability. He’s starting to turn back by the time you say, “Don’t be. You’re hurting, Aaron. I want to be here for you, however I can be. If you want to talk about how much you miss her, and cry on my shoulder…” you shrug one of the aforementioned shoulders, a gesture meant to play off the tension of the moment, “Well, I’ve got two of them, so feel free. Whatever you need, okay? That’s a promise.”

With a little nod, Aaron wipes a hand under both eyes again. “I understand. I really appreciate it… I appreciate you. Just having you here, with me… it’s helped more than you know.”

A tight smile graces your face, and you pat his forearm as you step back. The coffee is starting to wear off, and you can feel the exhaustion down to your bones. It’s on his face too, in his eyes and the way they’re growing heavy with the need to sleep. “Of course. We can talk more in the morning, but I think for now you should try to get some sleep. Okay?”

Aaron straightens up, and you don’t miss the way his jaw flexes as he tries to suppress a yawn. “I think you’re right. Thank you, again.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” you promise, leading him down the hall towards the guest bedroom right next door to yours. “Just get some rest, and… tomorrow can wait. Everything else can wait, for now.”

“It can wait,” Aaron agrees with a solemn nod, his voice quiet. He thanks you once again before you step away from the door, listening to it shut before you turn off all the lights and return to your own bedroom.

By the time you slip under your blankets, you can hear soft snores floating through the shared wall. It’s still hard to tell if you’ve overstepped, or if you’ve crossed some sort of line tonight. But for now… Aaron might have Haley in his head, but he’s fast asleep in your guest bedroom. You’re going to support him through this next stage of his life. Whatever the next few weeks or months may bring, you’ll be there.

You aren’t going to change his mind on anything. If he wants to contest the divorce, you’ll be there for him. If he wants to do it amicably, you’ll ask how you can help. If he realizes somewhere along the way that you could be the one for him, you certainly won’t argue.

You’ve already waited without hope for years. If he winds up single then maybe, just maybe, he’ll think of you in a new light one day. And if not… maybe you can just pretend he will, for tonight.

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[lily-alphonse]

Alex & Haley

Have you ever had a fandom go so hard for an unconventional ship that you loop back around to the conventional ship as the more interesting one?

Like I want a good Haley and Alex.

I want them both on the same wavelength of dumb so they get each other when no one else does, and Haley is slightly smarter and translates shit for him.

And Haley is high maintenance but Alex will HAPPILY be her maintenance man because he worships her.

I know this doesn’t match Alex’s character canonically but lie to me and tell me this wouldn’t be fun.

[benjineedssleep]

guys this is my favorite reoccurring character in my fic...

haley? alex? emily? vincent? robin? granny evelyn??? who are these people!!! i only know of legs!!! my beloved l e g s--

[sleeplessdoodai]

SDV AU is now Published!

Hello everyone! If any of you remembered my last post here saying that I want to write an AU of Stardew Valley where grandpa give his farm to his 12 grandchildren. Well, I'm here to announce that my first FanFiction of Stardew Valley is now published on Wattpad, and it's titled "Valley of Dreams". If you want to check out my silly idea, just click the link that I've attached here or you can just search for its title or my profile which is SleeplessDoodai. (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

Right now, the prologue is published. The chapter 1 is already finished in my draft, I'll published it once chapter 2 is done and I'm currently working on it.

Should I also post the chapters here?

Link to my story: https://www.wattpad.com/story/370472893-valley-of-dreams

[snailmail444]

After reading the Masturbationen headcanons for the Bachelors… Can we get masturbation headcanons for the bachelorettes? 🫶🏻

Bachelorette Masturbation Headcannons

18+ 🌱 NSFW 🌱 MDNI

This took soooo long. So so long. But it’s HERE! I’ll probably be double posting today since the poll said post as I finish and I actually have two asks done hehe. Hope y’all are ready for a double feature! NSFW under the cut!

Penny-

🧡 It’s all or nothing for penny. Either her mom is out and she’s got all the time in the world, or her mom is home and she can’t hide a damn thing.

🧡 Luckily Pam has a solid routine every night, so Penny has been able to find time for herself when the mood strikes.

🧡 It’s not a usual occurrence for Penny. She’s got a lot of deep-seated repression that makes it tough for her to follow through on any sexual urges. She’s still undoing the small-town-youth dynamic that it’s dirty and shameful for women to pleasure themselves.

🧡 Sometimes though she’ll be reading fanfic (because let’s be so real you know she does), and she can’t ignore the ache in her center anymore.

🧡 Bites down on her lip and edges her bottoms off anxiously, still a little worried someone might jump out of the shadows and damn her in the name of Yoba for sinning.

🧡 Settles in pretty fast though, and lets herself get lost in the story. Pretends she’s the character being ravaged, typically in a highly romantic setting.

🧡 Penny seems like a total pillow humper to me. Gets all flushed and red and tries to muffle her moans as she grinds against the fabric.

🧡 Really sensitive so she doesn’t need much more than that. Maybe a free hand to play with her breast, but honestly not even that.

🧡 One and Done. The guilt sets in and she feels embarrassed all over once she finishes, so she throws everything in to wash and showers off the evidence ASAP.

Maru-

💜 Doesn’t have a ton of personal space/boundaries during the day. She has to wait until nighttime to even think of letting off some steam (thanks, Demetrius)

💜 Once she’s certain her parents are asleep—thank god Sebastian doesn’t ever leave his room, the night owl—Maru climbs down into the privacy of her workshop and allows herself to unwind.

💜 Maru is a woman in STEM. A gadget queen, if You will.

💜 She only has a couple of toys, but they’re high-end splurges. Quality over quantity.

💜 Could make her own if she really wanted to, but she’s got more robotics projects on her plate than she can finish. The last thing she wants is to have to wait to finish making her sex toy before having fun with it.

💜 Her favorite is just a plain blue toy that looks unassuming, but it feels like it’s thrusting inside her, and she can just lay back and enjoy it.

💜 Girls arms and wrists are tired after a day of engineering, so it’s a lifesaver to not have to do that work herself. All she wants is to feel fucked full and nothing else.

💜 Maru’s mind is always going, which is good and bad when she’s trying to get off. On the one hand, it makes for some vivid fantasies. On the other, sometimes she doesn’t want to have to think at all.

💜 Her fantasies are often of whirlwind, desperate romances. Stolen away in the nearest closet, shoved up against a tree, spread out on top of her workbench. She dreams of reckless, passionate, I need you this minute sex. It gets her so wet she’s soaking.

💜 On the days when she wants her brain to go quiet, she’ll make sure to keep going until she’s cum three or four times. Until her ears are ringing and her body is completely exhausted. Kind of a stamina queen, to be honest.

💜 She sleeps like a baby on those nights.

Emily-

💙 Lowkey I think Emily would be a licensed sex therapist.

💙 She’s very well educated in the importance of sexual health. For her it’s a spiritual practice of keeping herself balanced.

💙 Haley’s home like all the time which sucks, but she gets an okay amount of privacy regardless because their rooms are on opposite sides of the house.

💙 Lights incense that has properties good for sexual energy or something I dunno.

💙 Has a (body safe!) crystal wand that she fucks herself with.

💙 Loves how cool it feels at first and the fact that it warms to match her body temperature.

💙 Little miss active imagination doesn’t need porn or anything, she just gets right the hell off on her fantasies.

💙 As for what she fantasizes about? Girl goes wild thinking about having three or four partners. Ideally it’s three or four people all focused on pleasing her, every sensation hands and mouths and skin on skin—she gets really hot thinking about it.

💙 Her nipples are really sensitive so she makes sure to stimulate them a lot, pretending she has someone to focus on each one individually.

💙 Enjoys being present with her body and engages her senses. Really wants to sit with all the sensations and draw them out.

💙 Doesn’t cum every time, but that’s not the point for her. Unless she’s specifically trying to cum, it’s an added bonus. Something nice, but not necessary. It’s all about the journey for Emily.

Leah-

💚 Leah has it MADE in terms of getting off.

💚 Queen of living alone in the woods.

💚 Full privacy. Loud noise never carries from the solid insulation and the dampening of the trees. She can’t full out scream without being heard, but almost.

💚 Has a collection of dildos she’s made herself out of scrap wood. She started making them as a joke, but then she was like actually…this could be great for me.

💚 Don’t worry, she’s taken great care in making sure they’re body safe. Made with love and all that.

💚 Her favorites are the ones that she’s left knots on. A smooth fuck is nice, but she loves the added sensation from the bumps.

💚 Her internet isn’t great, but she’s lucky to have a collection of artsy porn films. Again, something that started as more of a fascination, but to be honest it’s super hot.

💚 One in particular is her favorite, with a long shot of eating pussy. It’s supposed to be a love story, the way it’s framed, but more than anything it’s just hot. Reminds her of some of the best oral she’s ever gotten.

💚 Takes her a long time to get off, but she’s learned not to rush it. She’ll finish when she finishes, and it’s always worth it.

💚 Needs a nice, long, relaxing shower afterwards, and unwinds with a cup of herbal tea.

Haley-

🩷 Emily is gone a lot working at the bar until late, so she doesn’t have to worry about finding time.

🩷 Definitely has a collection of toys for whatever mood she’s in.

🩷 Quality AND Quantity babe Haley will not deny herself pleasure.

🩷 Absolutely will treat herself too. A nice glass of wine and some mood lighting. Big fan of setting the vibe (pun intended).

🩷 Soft BDSM girlie. Adores any porn where the sub ends up a whiny desperate mess

🩷 It’s an ego trip. She absolutely wants to think that whoever she’s with would be reduced to absolute pathetic begging for her.

🩷 She finishes faster than she would like sometimes, so she’s mastered the art of edging.

🩷 She’s not gonna put all that effort in for nothing. If she’s set taking her time to enjoy herself she’s going to be TAKING her TIME.

🩷 Finds it really hot to be able to watch herself so sometimes she’ll set up in front of her floor-length mirror. Not as good as it is with a partner, but it’s got a similar draw.

🩷 Really quiet when she cums, her cheeks flushed and a gasp stuck in her chest while her body seizes with pleasure.

🩷 Might go a couple more times depending on how hot and bothered she is.

Abigail-

🖤 Abby has the least privacy out of the bachelorettes.

🖤 Her situation isn’t horrible (read: better than Sam’s), but she’s always got low-grade anxiety that she’s going to be caught and absolutely mortified.

🖤 Never home alone either, but Stardew girls make do. Waits up until midnight or later and makes sure to be radio silent just in case her dad is roaming around.

🖤 Once she gets into it though…she gets into it.

🖤 Little miss visual aid over here be Watching porn. She almost can’t get off without it. She CAN but she doesn’t want to. Which is so real of her.

🖤 LOVES videos of people getting themselves off. Solo masturbation videos are so hot to her because it feels like a steamy mutual session when she touches herself.

🖤 Totally ends up imagining past experiences or current crushes taking up the same as the person in the video. Pleasuring themselves while she watches and watching her get off too…she’s practically gone.

🖤 Sometimes she likes to watch really hardcore, desperate railing if she’s feeling particularly needy or submissive. Every now and again she just wants to be told she’s hot, get spanked, and fucked within an inch of her life. Girl me too the fuck—

🖤 Gets off pretty fast and once just because of the anxiety thing. If she had more peace of mind it would be a marathon for her because with the adventure training she’s got stamina for days.

🖤 Still sleeps way better after and ends up having some very, very pleasant dreams with all of that imagination fuel.

[adelfie]

Summary: Dick's driving from Bludhaven to Gotham when he gets stuck in a dangerous blizzard. Thankfully, the bed and breakfast along the way seems nice and safe. (It's not.)

[sillystardew]

Bachelor/ettes helping in the mines

Some of these are loosely based on the mod ‘NPC Adventures’ on nexusmods! Check it out, it’s super fun to play with, especially if you normally have trouble in the mines on your own

Most of these take place pre-relationship, but can be interpreted romantically :)

Gender neutral reader 🦇

Bachelors

Sam

-He’s not the worst person to bring with you, but I wouldn’t bring him too far down in the mines, he can’t handle the monsters 😭 -Abby has tried (and failed) to convince him to go before, so you’re going to have to be really convincing -Screaming at literally. Everything. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT NOISE??” “That was your own footstep, Sam.” -He uses a generic sword from the adventurers guild (or one of your spares) :)

Alex

-He pretends He’s big and tough the whole time, but if a monster gets closer than 2 ft he’s screaming as high-pitched as humanly possible -He’s strong enough to use the mallets, but he uses the swords too -He’s overall a pretty good mining partner! As long as you don’t have sensitive hearing (rip)

Shane

-Actually surprisingly helpful when it comes to monsters. He’s got some good muscle on him! -He can beat the slimes and bugs no problem, but the shadow people freak him out. Stay on lvl 50 and above and you’re golden, he’s your guy -he doesn’t like the monsters getting too close to him, so he uses a sword

Elliott

-He’ll only go down the first 5-10 levels. Anything past that gets him way too close to the danger, and he just.. doesn’t have the right skill set to defend himself -He really doesn’t want to have to hold a weapon, but for protection he’ll bring a flimsy sword -He’s definitely scared, but damn, this is an AMAZING opportunity to get inspiration for a story, and he just can’t pass that up

Harvey

-Look, he’s very flattered you would invite him -but he is NOT GOING DOWN THERE. -ARE YOU INSANE. -He’s very happy to help you prepare and help you assess yourself afterwards though! -Before marriage he 100% is just like “PLEASE PLEASE TAKE THESE LIFE ELIXIRS YOU DON’T HAVE TO PAY JUST TAKE THEM” every time you even suggest you might check out the mines -after you’re married? Why do you think he charges you 2000g every time you pass out…. All those life elixirs, punk…….

Sebastian

-He’s not very strong, but he makes up for it with how fast he moves. Idk how he got across the level you’re on but you turn around and he’s gone -he uses one of the smaller daggers, he doesn’t really have the coordination or strength to swing a sword around -if he gets scratched even a little bit he’s like “fuck this shit” and dips

Bachelorettes

Abigail

-by far the best person to bring with you, she has tons of experience (and could probably snap your spine in two. Do you know how much strength it actually takes to use a sword like she does??) -She gets a little creeped out by the bugs, but other than that she’s pretty fearless regarding monsters.

Haley

-yeah, no. She isn’t going down there. -the only way you have a chance of convincing her is telling her about the great pictures she can get -If the picture opportunities somehow persuade her, you better believe you’re going to act as her personal bodyguard the whole time.

Penny

-ohhh she is NOT made for adventure -She’s glad to just stay at home and patch you up when you’re all done, thank you very much -She loves the stories you tell about the mines, she’s amazed at how much you get accomplished every day. You’re a huge inspiration for her!

Emily

-She’s happy to go down with you, as long as you don’t hurt any monsters while you’re down there together! She knows protecting yourself is important, but she wants the least amount of casualties possible -She is not bringing a weapon but a lot of the monsters just… leave her alone??

Leah

-actually one of the more likely candidates to go with you. She’s strong and can hold her own, plus she has an eye for beautiful and valuable gems -Definitely one of the more helpful mining partners! -like Elliott, she’s using a lot of her experience down here as inspiration for her art -she’ll just use a basic sword :)

Maru

-She’s definitely hesitant about going, but there are a lot of valuable materials down there.. -scratch that. Her dad is gonna kill her faster than those monsters ever could -She will not hesitate to make you a checklist of the materials she needs for her latest project -If she ever somehow went without her dad knowing, she’d take a sword!