Mystical Midnight Musings

Rowan | she/her | 20 Stories created from my midnight musings for your reading enjoyment | nsfw content, minors dni |

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Maul - Vulnerability

“Maul can endure unimaginable pain but he can’t endure unimaginable pleasure. He cries.”

A/n Inspired by @limousinecatblog’s headcanon! Thank you so much for allowing me to write this! I hope you enjoy my little drabble <3 

Word count: 273

Category: smut//fluff

There’s a certain vulnerability maul feels while making love to you. A different kind of vulnerability exposed not through torture, but tenderness. A feeling so powerful and unfamiliar that floods his senses while he slowly rocks his body above yours. Fingers graze across scars and bruises, lips passionately wrap around one another, soft echoes of pleasure escape through breathless kisses. Maul has never known gentleness, only suffering. To know and feel its opposite, carnal pleasure bundled in promises of devotion and love, overwhelms him like none other. Maul’s dick rhythymically pushes past your walls while your hips roll in tandem, a coordinated dance of passion. You sit atop his lap, watching his face contort in pleasure while tears roll down his cheeks. His fingers grip your hips in a hold sure to leave a bruise later.

“My darling- fuck, I love you so much. P-please, don’t stop.” 

Whispered love confessions and skin slapping against skin fill the steamy room. You coo gentle affirmations in his ear as you bring him to his peak. Maul gasps and chokes on his sobs for breath, feeling so loved and cherished by his darling, still so unfamiliar to him. Your fingers graze his cheek to wipe away his tears tenderly. With a sharp moan and panted breaths, he bucks his hips up and pumps his load into you, shuddering with its forceful impact. 

“Oh you did so well, my love.” 

You whisper in his ear. Arms wrapped around his waist and his back pressed to your chest, you hold him gently through the night, massaging his scalp with plenty of reassurances to swiftly bring him to slumber. 

[maulsearpiercing]

i was skipping through mauls fight with marrok frame by frame and caught this smirk when devon joined the fight

look at him. LOOK AT HIM

[maulsearpiercing]

someone get this idiot away from me

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#steponme

[zerozerozio]

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

[boimann]

reblog to let people know it's ok to bother you with questions and statements

[lacydaydream-deactivated2026032]

pleaseee bother me I luv yappin !!

[slaiterrr]

[midnightmusings06]

I love taking questions and requests!! :D

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The Night Shift - Diluc Ragnvindr

Summary: the Darknight Hero returns after another long night to his bed with you.

Pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x reader

Category: fluff

Word count: 481

A/n: I love pillow talk :((( and I just KNOW Diluc would talk to you even while you're asleep, enjoy lovelies!!

Diluc’s boots thump through the halls of the Dawn Winery, heavy footsteps that carry not just his aching body. A relieved sigh breaks the deafening silence of the empty house. His fiery red hair is tousled and tangled in knots that interrupt his natural wavy locks, matching the bloodstains that taint his clothes. He’s borne the insignia of Darknight Hero for many moons now, quietly guarding his nation from the infamous Fatui and Abyss Order. Though this title is not new, he still struggles with the weight it bears upon him, keeping up his secret double life as vigilante and wine tycoon. 

But then you came along, brightening his life with every sarcastic remark and wide eyed grin you’d throw his way. After he’d finally mustered up the courage to confess his feelings for you, he’d grant you the honor of knowing his secret identity as the Darknight Hero. You knew it’d come with challenges, including long nights in an empty bed while Diluc slayed mages and compiled intel, but you were willing to tough it out for him. Oddly, Diluc has a harder time coping with that fact than you do. He’d want nothing more than to spend every night performing a regular nightly routine, snuggling next to you until the birds ring in the morning, like normal couples do. But he’s dedicated his life to this mission as the Darknight Hero, avenging his father and preventing others from being hurt like he was. 

Diluc quietly creeps into your shared room, candles alight dimming slowly as their wicks burn to their final embers. Your arms are loosely wrapped around Diluc’s pillow, a comforting anchor pulling you into a deep sleep with hints of his cologne wafting the air around you. A sweet smile creeps upon his lips replacing his focused scowl. He undresses, washing himself of the evidence of his transgressions. Climbing into bed carefully, he tucks your hair so tenderly behind your ears so he can see your beautiful face. 

“I’m so sorry I was gone for so long, my love. I hope you’re having nothing but the sweetest of dreams,” 

He cups your cheek, gingerly placing a kiss upon your forehead. 

“I will always protect you, protect our peace, our nation. I just hate that it means I have to be away from you for so long.”

He pauses. 

“But one day, once I step down, we can finally live the life we’ve always wanted. Three children, a playground just beyond the grape vines, and maybe Uncle Kaeya could babysit every now and again.” 

He smiles, picturing the scene. 

“Until then, I hope you’ll wait for me. I love you more than you can ever know, and I always will. Good night, my love.” 

He blows out the last candle, and pulls the sheets over his bare chest to sink down into rest. 

“I love you too, Diluc.”

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Maul's Nuzzle Instinct

summary: Short fic inspired by @maulsearpiercing’s headcanon about Zabrak horn massage and nuzzle instinct. 

pairing: Maul x g/n reader

category: fluff 

word count: 242

A/n: OBSESSED with this headcanon, special thanks to @maulsearpiercing for allowing me to use their headcanon as inspiration for this fic! 

When Maul is stressed, it goes straight to his head. An aching pain on his crown that ceases to end, until you lace your fingers around his horns and massage his scalp in the spaces between. All sense of tension, anger, fear, melts away with the soft touch of your fingertips massaging his pressure points. It takes him back to a simpler time in his life, surrounded by his dear Nightbrothers caring for him in his youth, easing the pain of his growing horns by methodical massage. His shoulders will lower, muscles relaxing, as he eases into your touch. His head tilts backward, soft groans of relief escaping his throat as his head nuzzles into your chest. If he’s facing you while you massage his head, he’ll plant his face against your neck, nuzzling while he relaxes into you, soft purrs pouring from his lips. His warm breath fans across you, nose buried inhaling your intoxicating scent.

“Your touch truly does wonders to me, my love.” 

He won’t let you stop either. He’ll grab your hand and just place it back on top of his head, snarling a stern warning towards you. 

“You dare cease your ministrations? Need I remind you of the consequences for your delinquency?” 

The only way you’re allowed to stop is when he falls asleep in your arms. He will sleep for the next 12 hours, purrs rumbling from his chest as he comfortably nuzzles into your neck.

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Kirishima: How do I tell Bakugo that I want him to yell at me in bed like he’s Gordon Ramsay and I'm a little chef who just ruined a crème brûlée?

In honor of this thread ^^

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Imagine snuggling w/ a cute lil nerdy gamer boy, sitting on his lap in his gaming chair while he’s on mic and nuzzling into his neck, feeling him grow harder under you trying to keep quiet while you start rolling your hips teasingly. He’ll quietly beg you to stop teasing him, gripping your hip as a not-so-gentle warning. Eventually, he’ll throw his controller down, abandoning his game to take care of the “problem” you created. He roughly picks you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist, hauling you away to the bedroom. Be ready for a world of pleasure and pain…

[onemass]

OKAY OKAY ONE MORE MAUL REQUEST BECAUSE IM GREEDY OKAY HEAR ME OUT!!! Maul x reader fic where reader realizes exactly how jealous he gets and (very irresponsibly) decides to test it a little like harmless teasing, letting someone flirt, calling him just a friend. and eventually Maul decides he’s had enough of being tested 💀 OR OR OR! one of his men keeps openly flirting with reader (or being overly familiar in a playful way), and reader is friendly back and laughing, not realizing how it looks from the outside. later, when they’re alone, he finally asks something like if reader enjoys that kind of attention…if they like being looked at, touched, entertained by others like that. gets spicy really quick from there. BASICALLY I JUST WANT FERAL POSSESSIVE MAUL TOO BECAUSE I NEED THIS MAN TO TAKE ME OVER AND CONSUME ME!!! Do whatever you want with this ask because I can’t control myself right now and I know whatever you do will be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever read like always!!! SORRY FOR THE LONG ASK LOL 😩😩😩

(this is definitely not the last you will see of my maul requests lmfao 🤌🤌🤌)

Indulgence

Maul x fem reader

description: Smut. One of Maul's men flirts with you, and Maul isn't happy about it.

warnings: NSFW 18+

One of the Mandalorians had been getting far too close to you lately, especially today. Leaning in, a heavy hand resting just a little too close to your hip on the console, tossing out some quip that had you laughing without thinking twice.

Maul had been standing at the far end of the room, arms crossed, just…watching. He hadn't interrupted. He just observed the way you smiled, the way you didn't pull away, dissecting the interaction with an unnerving coldness.

Now, the heavy doors had sealed shut and left the two of you alone, sealing out any other noise. The silence that followed was immediate and a little too heavy to be anything but tense. You glanced at Maul, suddenly realizing that something was wrong, but he didn't look at you. He turned away, clasping his hands behind his back.

"You lack discipline," he said, voice low, devoid of anything but a sort of heavy, grating friction.

You blinked, caught off guard. "What? I--what did I do?"

"That…Mandalorian." He turned to look at you, his eyes a little narrowed, but his tone was disconcertingly calm. "You allow him a familiarity that borders on subordination. You laugh at his trivialities. You permit his proximity."

Your breath caught a little as realization spread through you. "He…it wasn't like that, Maul. It was just…friendly," you said, defensive but careful. "It was harmless."

Maul took a step forward. He didn't look threatened, or even really angry; more annoyed, like this was an inconvenience he was frustrated he had to address. "Harmless," he repeated, the word sour on his tongue. "And do you enjoy that kind of attention? Do you find satisfaction in being looked at like a prize? In being touched, entertained, sought after by others?"

"No," you muttered, your throat dry. "It wasn't like that."

"Then do not invite it," he snapped irritably. "It is an unnecessary distraction."

You frowned a little, defensiveness flaring again. "For me, or for you?"

Silence settled for a second as Maul went very still, a muscle in his jaw jumping at the directness of the question. "…Do not flatter yourself," he said after a moment, his tone an odd mix of forced calmness and disdain. "Any distraction in my ranks is a flaw. I will not tolerate…frivolity, and I certainly will not tolerate my subordinates mistaking your indulgence for permission."

He stepped closer, closing the remaining distance between you. His hand rose to cup the side of your jaw, thumb pressing firmly into your cheek as he tilted your head to look at him directly. For all the command in the touch, though, it wasn't rough; it was almost unnervingly gentle.

"You think this is a game of sentiments," Maul murmured, his eyes flicking over your face. "It is not. If you require entertainment, if you require stimulation, you will seek it here. Where it serves a purpose."

You exhaled shakily, torn between the desire to lean into the gentle touch, and to pull away just to escape the tension. "…Purpose?" you asked, voice thick.

He didn't answer. His gaze dropped to your mouth, his thumb shifting slightly to tilt your chin higher. For a moment, you actually thought that there was a possibility that he might kiss you; instead, he just backed you up against the edge of the console. He leaned into your space, his other hand sliding down to grip your hip, his breath hot against your lips as he exhaled.

"Stay quiet now," he muttered against your mouth. And then he sank down to one knee between your thighs, pushing you more securely onto the console as he parted your legs. You barely had time to process before he was pulling your clothes out of the way. The fabric of your underwear was yanked aside with an impatient tug, and before you could shiver from the cool air, the heat of his face was right there.

Maul didn't ease into it. The first stroke of his tongue was broad and wet, dragging from the very bottom of your opening all the way up to your clit in a heavy swipe. You gasped, gripping the edge of the console for balance as you spread your thighs wide to avoid his horns. He gave you no time to adjust to the sensation; he shamelessly buried his face in your crotch, sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it until you were whimpering, your hips twitching against the metal of the console.

For all his insistence, though, he wasn't rushing. He used his tongue to completely consume your focus, and maybe to drown out the noise in his own head. He drank in the sounds you were making, his breathing deep and harsh against your skin. He lapped up your slick as it started to flow, his tongue flicking inside you to drag your moisture back up over your clit.

Overwhelmed, one of your hands came down to his head, sliding along the bases of his horns. Maul let out an involuntary groan, his breathing coming in even harsher against you. You kept your hand there, rubbing along the sensitive bases. Maul's body went rigid for a moment before he renewed his efforts almost aggressively, his tongue flicking relentlessly against your clit as he nipped at the soft folds surrounding it, sucking you so hard you thought you might faint.

"Maul--please," you cried out, thighs shaking against the console. He groaned again, his face pushing against you so hard that your slick smeared across his cheeks and jaw. He sucked your clit hard and licked upwards roughly, and your release hit. Your back arched, your hand gripping one of his horns tight as you sobbed his name.

Maul kept his mouth on you, his tongue pressing hard against your pulsing clit to absorb every last tremor until you didn't even have the strength to hold your legs apart for him anymore. As your breathing finally began to slow, he eased back, resting his forehead against your thigh for a long, quiet moment. His shoulders rose and fell with a deep, heavy breath, the restless edge to him from earlier completely gone and replaced by an almost sullen, exhausted quiet.

He stood up, wiping his mouth with his hand as his gaze roamed over your shaking, tired body. "There," he said quietly, he voice softer and raspier than you usually heard it. "Remember who deserves your attention."

And then, without another word, he turned and walked out of the room, doors sliding shut behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet.

Tag List:

@nonooos-stuff, @limousinecatblog, @forcesavetheclones, @heartbreakinabottle99, @blackdreamwarmachine, @pabukaycf99, @fori-the-fool, @ariadtmf, @clonesquadron, @lesbowritesstuff, @advertingpizza, @kristal-star, @lightsaber16

[kneebandaid]

the princess would like to be bent over your knee but won’t verbalize it and instead chooses to blush profusely while staring at your lap and hands simultaneously

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Dabi x Reader: NSFW Alphabet

Summary: personal headcanons of how Dabi would bed his lover 

Recommended song for reading: Chokehold - Sleep Token

Pairing: Dabi x reader

Category: smut

Word count: 1880

Tw: heavy nsfw, minors dni 

A/n: lwk need him so bad so I figured why not contribute to the fanfic pile 🫡 also first ever nsfw fic??? enjoy my lovelies!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

As he learns to love, and learns to be gentle and nurturing, he becomes better at aftercare too. After a particularly rough session, he’ll cradle you in his arms, watching you snuggle into his chest as you drift asleep. Once you’re asleep, he’ll clean you up as best as possible, a warm, clean towel carefully dragged across your sleeping body. He’d brush your hair, and put lotion on your hands and knees. When you awake, you’d find you had been properly pampered after your time together, and if you ask him, Dabi will simply deny it. “Nah, I didn’t brush your hair. Now go take a shower, stinky.” 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part: His fingers. They’re one of the few parts of his body, surprisingly, that are fairly untainted from the years of his quirk damage. It’s not even entirely for sexual reasons either. He loves threading his fingers through your hair, or lacing your hand into his under LoV meeting tables. As one of the few body parts he has that retains sensation, he cherishes that he can still feel your warm touch under his fingertips. 

Your favorite part: BIG into thighs and ass. Especially as they jiggle while he’s fucking you from behind. Absolutely loves seeing his handprint on your asscheek, and would seriously suggest you get it tattooed at some point. He especially loves burying his face between your thighs to lap at your cunt as you squirm and whimper beneath him, easing orgasm after orgasm out of you until your body thrums with overstimulation. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Would love nothing more than to cum all inside that pretty pussy of yours, but if you wouldn't want to, he’d be more than happy to settle seeing it strewn across your sweaty body instead. He’d just love seeing it shoot out in spurts across your heaving breasts, gasping for air. That, or, spurted across your arched back in doggy position. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would totally dig in your laundry for your dirty panties to jack off into. It’s a nice memento of yours to keep for whenever he’s away on LoV business. You do eventually figure it out, but you just never say anything. In fact, you quite like when you find your cum stained panties hastily shoved back into your laundry basket. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I can’t imagine he’s been with many people, given his… history. He’s perfectly charming in that devious way though, and whatever he’s not familiar with, he picks up quickly. He’s seen a lot of porn, so he can pull from that to a certain extent. He doesn’t give off the impression that he’s unsure, and if he is, he’d play it off casually. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style, he loves gripping your asscheeks so hard his painted black nails leave crescent moons behind, while your face is buried into the pillow moaning obscenities. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He might ease a giggle out of you from nervousness, especially to help you loosen up those first few times you have sex. Not necessarily funny, but he’s definitely a big tease, always saying the right things to bring that familiar blush upon your cheeks.

“Stuttering now, doll? Where’d all that confidence go?” 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I imagine that his pubic hair is white, he doesn’t seem the type to go and dye his pubes. As far as grooming goes, he’ll do whatever you prefer. If you like it wild, he’ll leave it, if you like it trimmed, he’ll try to keep up on maintenance. He doesn’t mind hair on his partner, and will enjoy his time with you regardless. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

In the beginning, Dabi is distant, as he is with most everything in terms of your relationship to start. But over time, he learns to be more gentle with you, that you aren’t like the others. You won’t take advantage of him, or intentionally hurt him. I think he can be romantic, but it takes a lot of patience to learn how to get to that point. Once he’s gained this, he will make sure to care for you dearly every time you have sex. He checks up on how you’re feeling, ensuring to take breaks when needed, and performs your aftercare routine perfectly. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off a LOT. He’s away so often for meetings and missions that it's the only way he can be a functioning human being without exploding. It's okay though, because those few moments he does have to himself, he’ll bury his nose in the crook of your panties, inhaling your intoxicating scent as he pumps his cock to the thought of you beneath him, screaming his name in ecstasy. But if you're together, he’d much rather have you there to help him instead. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Degradation, bondage, impact play, orgasm control, sadism, dacryphilia, you name it, bros into it. He’s a very experimental guy, and there’s very few things he would draw as a hard boundary. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Often, he doesn’t get much chance other than fleeting moments here and there to have sex with you, which means you end up in some sketchy locations having sex. An alley wall, a dressing room, a closet, you name it. He’d prefer to just have hours in a house alone with you, taking you on every surface, and finishing off in the bedroom. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves seeing you in short skirts, cutout shirts, etc., Anything that shows off a little ass or a little cleavage, not too slutty but just enough that one wrong move would reveal it all. Sometimes though, it's the little things. An extra squeeze when hugging him after a tough mission, a tender kiss placed on his forehead. Really, it’s just you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

While he loves impact play, he’s completely against the idea of actually hurting you. A spank here and there is way different compared to something like knife play or burning. He’s also against threesomes; You are his and his alone. That doesn’t mean he’s against someone else watching though…

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a novice at eating pussy, but comes around in skill eventually, and grows to love having his head pushed down into your cunt as he slowly teases your orgasm out of you. On the dominance side of things, he loves shoving your pretty little mouth down his thick cock. He can be quite greedy with receiving pleasure, but don't you worry, he’ll always make sure his pretty little darling never leaves unsatisfied. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

More often than not, he’s a fast and rough lover, especially since what time he does have with you between missions is short lived. On those few nights off though, he’ll spend all night cherishing you, worshipping your body beneath him for hours as you cry from his relentless edging. The kind of sex that coaxes whispered love confessions, extra tight squeezes, and a few emotional tears.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies tend to be the more frequent way to engage in sex with Dabi, although they’re not his favorite overall. He’d much rather take his time with you, but when you’re in a pinch, he’ll make do with what he has. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Dabi has few limits, and will be open to experimenting with almost anything. He loves the idea of risk, fucking you in a public dressing room telling you to be quiet lest the patrons hear you. Getting caught fucking his beautiful little darling brings a sick rush to his cock he’d never openly admit. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I imagine he could stand to go for a few rounds, if you have the time to spare. 3-4 would be the average if you had an abundance of time to yourselves. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

SEVERAL. He loves using vibrators on you, stuffing your hole with a buttplug, watching you fuck yourself on a dildo machine, his room is like a glorified sex dungeon. He’s always open to trying new things,  whether he’s the one to bring new toys home or you are. I don’t think he likes them used as much on himself though. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

SO. MUCH. TEASING. He’s the kind of guy that would have you secretly sitting on his cock making you stay quiet lest everybody hear what you’re up to. He would edge you relentlessly, making you beg and whimper for his touch before he even thinks about pleasuring you. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not too loud himself, his sounds come in the form of deep breaths combined with heavy moans at a medium volume. He’ll groan in pleasure as he sinks his cock into you, heaving deep breaths. When he finishes, his voice will crack ever so slightly, as he airs out deep groans of pleasure in his release. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

100% has a jacobs ladder piercing up the shaft of his cock and a tongue piercing. There is no convincing me otherwise. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7 ½ inches, and knows how to use it. Medium girth, not too big of a stretch. Damn proud of it too, big dick energy with the size (and skill) to back it up. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before he met you, his sex drive was pretty low. But experiencing what it's like to lie with a person that adores him, mind body and soul, bringing him pleasure beyond imagination, has caused his libido to skyrocket. If you look at him a certain way, he’ll want to pounce you. And those long nights on missions away from you, he has to jack off just to set his mind straight again. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll sit and hold you for hours, he’s always been a restless man. He’d rather lay awake and watch you slowly breathe in and out, twitching from your dreams, knowing he’s here to protect you, than face what awaits him in his own dreams. But somehow, your presence brings a much easier sleep than when he’s away from you. 

[purplepay]

SEBASTIAN

🪻New Sebastian fanart 🪻🐸

[midnightmusings06]

Literally obsessed with him 😭

[midnightmusings06]

Hey everyone! Lowkey fell off there for a bit lol, life has been a wild ride but I'm ready to come back and show you all what stories I've been cooking up! Stay tuned for a special collection of stories for the casual reader and the obsessed fan 😉 And please request anything in particular you'd like to see in terms of genres/tropes!

[midnightmusings06]

May I request some fluff of SDV bachelors (Harvey, Seb, Shane) with a farmer who’s sick, overworked, or just generally needs to take a break?

Hi there! This is such a cute fluff prompt I’m happy to write! What I did was I took each bachelor and matched them up with one of the prompts you gave me as follows:

Sebastian taking care of sick reader

Shane taking care of farmer that needs a break

Harvey taking care of overworked farmer

Thank you for your patience too! I’m in the middle of moving and things have been crazy lol

Sebastian:

The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, blinding your eyes as you started to wake from a long night’s rest. You’d been so exhausted, spending all day outside on your snowy farm to prepare for spring’s arrival, and with it the planting of crops and trees. It soon became evident you’d stayed out a little too long without enough layers, as a telltale sharp pain stung your throat while drinking a glass of lukewarm water. Your nose felt stuffy, making it hard to breathe, and it felt as though your body was creaking from your every movement, aching and shaking while simultaneously sweating buckets. Groaning, you pushed yourself out of bed, trying not to wake your husband. Sebastian was still sound asleep, lightly snoring with his arm across his bare chest.

While attempting to walk to the bathroom to find some medicine, your vision started growing blurry, swaying on your feet. Gripping the bathroom sink to steady yourself, you call out your husband’s name, before sinking to the floor.

“Y/n? Y/n! Hon are you okay? Let’s get you to bed.” Sebastian’s deep voice rings in your head, as you feel his big arms scooping you up into the air, placing you gently onto your shared bed. The lightheaded feeling begins to fade away, as Sebastian kneels by your side of the bed, holding your hand gently, worry and fear riddled in his face. You finally turn to look at him, smiling gently to attempt to ease his worries.

“Hi love,” Your voice comes out barely as a croak. “I think I spent a bit too much time outside yesterday.” You attempt to joke, to which Sebastian smiled.

“That seems pretty clear, dumbass,” He teased you.

“Why don’t I go make you some tea? I’ll make your favorite.”

“With extra honey?”

“Of course love.” He reluctantly lets go of your hand to head for the kitchen, returning with a steaming cup of hibiscus tea, with extra honey at your request.

The rest of your day is spent resting, much to your reluctance, Sebastian even threatened to tie you to the bed if you don’t comply. After digging for ingredients, he found all the materials to make you pumpkin soup, to soothe your throat he says.

“Warm fluids will help your throat, and take some of this medicine as well, I know it doesn’t taste good but it’ll make you feel better.”

After refusing, claiming, “it tastes like piss”, he spoon feeds you your medicine, laughing at your scrunched face in disgust.

“Come on it’s not funny! That stuff is disgusting.”

“How can I not laugh darling, you’re just so cute when you look like that.”

When Seb’s pumpkin soup is finished cooking, he’d spoon feed you that as well, this time for his own enjoyment. After your belly is full from medicine and hot soup, Seb crawled behind up you on your bed to wrap you in his arms.

“But you’ll get sick too!”

“I don’t care, my only priority is you right now. Now, rest well my love,” He whispers, fingers tangled in your hair.

Shane:

Your hastily scribbled notes lay sprawled in front of you, scattered across your desk, some even fallen to the floor. Plans for a new layout for the farm, new buildings to be put in place, fences and paths that needed replacing, ground to be tilled and crops to be planted. It felt as though there was so much to do and not enough time nor resources to do it, and spring was approaching ever closer by the day, as the snow began to melt and patches of dirt and grass began to peek through. You sighed, placing your head in your hands, a raging headache pounding against your skull. You didn’t even hear your front door creak open when you heard the sound of boots thumping into your home. Whipping your head around, you see your boyfriend, Shane, standing by the entrance of your room, a sad expression on his face.

“Babe, you look awful. What are you still doing up at this hour?”

Glancing over to your wall clock, it read 1:00 am. You groaned, turning back to him with a grimace.

“Gee thanks Shane. I’m just going over the new farm plans for the season.”

He walks closer, examining your many papers and notes strewn around your work area.

“Y/n, when was the last time you slept? And I mean really slept.”

You can’t seem to remember.

“I don’t know. What day even is it?” You muttered, eyes trained at the ground.

He bends to your level, lifting your chin with his fingers.

“Baby you need to go to sleep. And today is Friday to answer your question.”

Your eyes widen at your realization.

“We had a date planned tonight didn’t we? Oh my god I’m so sorry Shane, I didn’t mean to forget, I thought for sure it was tomorrow.”

Tears begin to brim in the corners of your eyes, and Shane wraps you in a big hug, placing his warm jacket around you.

“I couldn’t care less about that. It isn’t like you to forget stuff since you always seem so on top of everything, so I guessed something might have happened to you. But that’s not important now, have you eaten anything yet?”

The last thing you ate was some berries from your fridge you picked a few days prior, you’d made it your midnight snack the night before.

“No.”

“Then I’ll go make something for you, in the meantime you go get some pajamas on and sit in bed, I’ll bring it to you.”

“But what about-”

He shushes you.

“It can wait. Now please go rest before I have to drag you there myself.” He smiles, leaving for the kitchen.

Harvey:

You wiped your forehead with your dirt-ridden gloves, having finally finished the exhausting task of removing all of your summer crops to prepare for the impending fall season. The muscles and joints of your body seemed to creak and groan with every movement, soreness tainting every part of you as you winced to even walk. Pulling a crumpled piece of paper from your pocket, you inspect your list of tasks. There was still so much to be done and fall would be here in two days, the thought of it filling you with anxiety. Trudging towards the silo to harvest wheat, you heard the sound of footprints making their way towards you.

“Hey there love! I prepared you a healthy meal to give you strength while you work, it has - y/n are you alright? Y/n?”

He holds your lunch, his smile dimming as your knees finally give out from exhaustion, the last thing you see is his figure hovering above you, quickly assessing your state and vitals, his voice slowly fading out as he attempts to calm himself down and focus on caring for you.

When you awake, you’re lying in one of Harvey’s clinic beds, eyes blinded by the sheer brightness of the room. Thankfully, you aren’t hooked up to any of his fancy machines, and Harvey is sat by your right side, watching you intently. When he notices you stirring, he jolts upward, glasses tilted on his face.

“Y/n! Thank goodness you’re awake, how are you feeling?”

You shimmy yourself to sit up, your muscles sore but not as fatigued as before.

“Tired mostly, and a bit sore,” you pause.

“I’m sorry Harvey.”

He frowns a bit, “Please don’t be sorry. But I do want to know how you got to this point, if you’re willing to confide in me?”

He asks tentatively.

You nod, and explained your unending list of tasks, coupled with the hours of hard work you’ve put in. Harvey listens to you intently, nodding as you go.

“And then you came to bring me some food, and I just collapsed because I was so tired. There’s still so much to be done before fall and I only have two more days to get everything else finished-”

Harvey quickly cuts you off, “Leave it to me. I’m not the most adept at farm work but I believe I can perform an adequate enough job for now.”

He smiles, gently grabbing your hand to hold it clasped in his.

“Remember my love, I am always here for you. Whether to ease your worries or complete tasks for you. Never feel as though you are a burden by asking for help.”

Smiling back at him, he helps you up from your bed, escorting you back to your farm for some well deserved rest and care.

[midnightmusings06]

Valentine’s Headcanons- SDV Bachelor Edition Pt. 2

summary: What the sdv bachelors would do for you on Valentine’s Day!

pairing: sdv bachelors x gender neutral farmer 

category: fluff

word count: 865

a/n: these are inspired by some of the heart events + personal headcanons <3 and a continuation of my previous post!

Alex:

Alex knocks on your door early Valentine‘s morning, a small hand picked bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand and a blush tinting his cheeks.

“Happy Valentine’s Day! I know it’s early but I thought maybe I could take you for a walk this morning?” He puts an arm behind his head, looking a little nervous.

The two of you enjoy a peaceful morning beach walk, his hand clutched in yours, as the cool ocean water washes over your feet.

As you walk, you find several beautiful shells, handing them to Alex to put in his pockets as you walk.

“Darling just what do you intend to do with all these shells?”

“They’re for keepsakes of course!” You grin, placing more shells in his pocket.

He rolls his eyes, but you know he’s only teasing you.

When you return back to your house, you decide to make ice cream together, despite it being quite cold outside.

The two of you make a huge mess of cream and sugar, but it’s all worth it when you spoon feed each other your homemade creation.

The weather clears for a bit, so Alex proposes playing football together, which results in the football hitting you in the head due to your lack of hand eye coordination. 

“Y/n! Are you alright? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you!” He rushes to your side, and while it only hurts momentarily, he treats you as though you’ve suffered a grave injury.

He wraps you up in his hoodie, now devoid of your shells which now lay on your counter, as you holds you from behind on your couch, threading his fingers through your hair as the two of you eventually fall asleep.

Shane:

You hadn’t expected Shane to do anything special for Valentine’s Day, as he’d expressed discontent with the idea of the holiday before, claiming it was “just another Hallmark holiday”.

You also hadn’t expected Shane to invite you to his place for, in his words, “a special movie night”. 

When you arrive, you find his room clad with comfy blankets and pillows, where you sit next to him on his bed, making yourself cozy.

“Before I show you my surprise, I have a gift for you.” 

He pulls out two matching sets of pajamas, covered in blue chickens.

After you put your pajamas on, he leads you to sit on the bed as he connects his laptop to his mini tv.

A small film montage begins to play, as he nestles up next to you, laying his head in your lap.

Clips from dates and candid photos and shots he took when you weren’t looking, stitched together with your favorite song playing in the background.

You comb your fingers through his hair, tears beginning to brim in your eyes watching this film made of love.

The film ends, and Shane looks up at you, a small smile on his face, “Do you like it? I know it’s kinda cheesy but I thought-Mmph!” 

You cut him off, connecting your lips with his in a tender embrace, moving in tandem.

“I love it darling, it’s perfect.” You smile down at him.

“Thank you, for always staying by my side. I know I don’t deserve you, but thank you. I love you with all my being.” He whispers, a sweet utterance kept between the two of you.

Sam:

Sam made sure to give you an idea of his plans several days before Valentine’s Day, telling you brimming with excitement, 

“It’s gonna be the perfect day! We’re gonna go to Stardrop for an epic gaming sesh, you should wear your comfiest pajamas because why not! Oh and bring blankets, snacks and all the good vibes to my place! I can’t wait!”

You show up at Sam’s house that morning wearing your favorite pajamas, with your favorite candy and blanket in hand, where he greets you in his own pajamas.

You walk to Stardrop Saloon together, and compete in several rounds of Junimo Kart, Journey of the Prairie King, and pool.

“Ugh not again! You win y/n,” Sam sighs, having lost another round of pool against you.

Throwing your hands up in victory, you exclaim, “Victory is mine once again! Have you finally given up yet?” 

He pouts, until you wrap him in a big hug.

After heading back to his house after a few more rounds of arcade games, you walk into his room which is completely decked out in pillows, and a small pillow fort sits in the middle of the room, battery operated lights haphazardly strung about them.

“Tada! What do you think? I worked all night last night to make it, but then I fell asleep and it fell apart, so I had to rebuild it this morning!” He rambles, a small blush growing on his cheeks.

He grabs your hand, leading you into the small fort, where your snacks and blankets await for maximum comfort.

He moved his family’s tv to his room for the occasion, where he had a stack of the best 90s and 80s movies you two loved ready to watch. 

Eventually, the two of you fell asleep watching The Breakfast Club, wrapped in each other’s warm embrace. 

[midnightmusings06]

Valentine’s Headcanons - SDV Bachelor Edition Pt. 1

summary: What the sdv bachelors would do for you on Valentine’s Day!

pairing: sdv bachelors x gender neutral farmer 

category: fluff

word count: 819

a/n: these are inspired by some of the heart events + personal headcanons <3                                                                                                                      

Sebastian:

You awake to find a note and somewhat large package on your front porch, the note from your boyfriend in his scratchy handwriting reading, “I’ll pick you up at sunset tonight, and bring what’s in the package, you’ll need it. Love, Sebastian”

Opening the package you find a motorcycle helmet, a small heart encrusted with amethyst crystals laid into the helmet. 

Sebastian arrives right on time, the sky alight with shades of bright pink and purples, pulling into the pathway in front of your house clad in leather with his own helmet, now adorning an amethyst heart to match yours. 

Stepping off of his bike, he takes off his helmet to greet you with a sweet smile, his eyes drinking you in.

He scoops you up bridal style, carrying you to his bike as you giggle.

“Where are we going?”

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you now would it?” He teases you gently.

You tuck your arms around his waist, holding tightly as he speeds you down the long highway outside of Stardew Valley.

Driving up a mountain range, you suddenly begin to recognize where you are headed.

Sitting above the luminous Zuzu City, is the same spot that you two confessed your love, and kissed for the first time.

Under the striking moonlight, he holds you in his arms, kissing you gently and caressing your hands with his own. 

He gifts you a gorgeous gold sun ring, to match his own silver crescent moon ring.

After riding back home way past midnight, you end your evening snuggled up together in your bed, as he mutter sweet nothings as you slowly drift off to sleep. 

Harvey:

He catches you in the town square that morning headed to Pierre’s, the tips of his ears a bright red and a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead.

He manages to stutter out, “Would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner tonight, dear?” 

You of course accept, and dress to the nines for him, wearing your favorite outfit and your hair nicely done.

Walking into his house, the lights are dim, candles are scattered throughout the room and an elegant spread of your favorite (and healthy!) foods are laid across the dining room table.

Poor Harvey is so nervous as it’s your first Valentine’s Day together, but you manage to calm his nerves, assuring him that everything is perfect.

You enjoy a quiet meal together, soft music playing in the background, and his fishes a small box out of his coat pocket.

He walks to your side and offers it to you, and opening it, you find a heart shaped pendant necklace.

“May I?” He holds the necklace, his eyes staring into yours, with such a look of love and care.

You nod, and he lays the necklace around you with a gentle touch, fingers brushing against your neck.

Your evening ends with an evening walk back to your farm, where he musters up the courage to kiss your lips ever so tenderly, before letting go of your hand and walking home himself, feeling giddy with love. 

Elliot:

He left you a letter in your mailbox, writing to you in his signature cursive style, “Happy Valentine’s Day my darling, please meet me at the dock today at 1 o’clock, I’ve prepared something special for you. Love, Elliot” 

After you finish your farm chores, you head to the dock and see Elliot standing beside a small boat, equipped with two oars.

“Good afternoon my love, you look absolutely ravishing today. Happy Valentine’s Day,” He whispers, kissing your cheek.

Taking your hand, he helps you into the boat so as not to fall, where he sits opposite you, still clutching your hand.

He rows you out into a small secluded cove near Ginger Island, where he’s prepared a decadent feast of wine and all kinds of extravagant foods.

Hand feeding you fruits and such, he holds you in his arms, your back against his chest, trailing kisses from your ear to your collarbone, reciting the poems he’s written for you, about the little things like your quirks and interests and special moments between the two of you.

The sun sets from midday to sunset to evening, as the two of you walk along the cove’s beach, footprints trailed behind you.

Stumbling upon a forest filled with tropical flowers, Elliot plucks several, weaving them into an exquisite crown for you, laying it upon your head.

When the two of you finally grow tired from the events of the day, Elliot will row you back to Pelican Town, thanking you for such a wonderful day, and kissing your hand farewell.