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!!
Dilucās 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. Heās 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.Ā
But then you came along, brightening his life with every sarcastic remark and wide eyed grin youād throw his way. After heād finally mustered up the courage to confess his feelings for you, heād grant you the honor of knowing his secret identity as the Darknight Hero. You knew itād 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. Heād 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 heās dedicated his life to this mission as the Darknight Hero, avenging his father and preventing others from being hurt like he was.Ā
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 Dilucās 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.Ā
āIām so sorry I was gone for so long, my love. I hope youāre having nothing but the sweetest of dreams,āĀ
He cups your cheek, gingerly placing a kiss upon your forehead.Ā
āI 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.ā
He pauses.Ā
āBut one day, once I step down, we can finally live the life weāve always wanted. Three children, a playground just beyond the grape vines, and maybe Uncle Kaeya could babysit every now and again.āĀ
He smiles, picturing the scene.Ā
āUntil then, I hope youāll wait for me. I love you more than you can ever know, and I always will. Good night, my love.āĀ
He blows out the last candle, and pulls the sheets over his bare chest to sink down into rest.Ā
summary: Short fic inspired by @maulsearpiercingās headcanon about Zabrak horn massage and nuzzle instinct.Ā
pairing: Maul x g/n reader
category: fluffĀ
word count:Ā 242
A/n: OBSESSED with this headcanon, special thanks to @maulsearpiercing for allowing me to use their headcanon as inspiration for this fic!Ā
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 heās facing you while you massage his head, heāll 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.
āYour touch truly does wonders to me, my love.āĀ
He wonāt let you stop either. Heāll grab your hand and just place it back on top of his head, snarling a stern warning towards you.Ā
āYou dare cease your ministrations? Need I remind you of the consequences for your delinquency?āĀ
The only way youāre 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.
Imagine snuggling w/ a cute lil nerdy gamer boy, sitting on his lap in his gaming chair while heās on mic and nuzzling into his neck, feeling him grow harder under you trying to keep quiet while you start rolling your hips teasingly. Heāll quietly beg you to stop teasing him, gripping your hip as a not-so-gentle warning. Eventually, heāll throw his controller down, abandoning his game to take care of the āproblemā 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 painā¦
(this is definitely not the last you will see of my maul requests lmfao š¤š¤š¤)
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, justā¦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?"
"Thatā¦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. "Heā¦it wasn't like that, Maul. It was justā¦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. "ā¦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 tolerateā¦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. "ā¦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.
the princess would like to be bent over your knee but wonāt verbalize it and instead chooses to blush profusely while staring at your lap and hands simultaneously
Summary: personal headcanons of how Dabi would bed his loverĀ
Recommended song for reading: Chokehold - Sleep Token
Pairing: Dabi x reader
Category: smut
Word count:Ā 1880
Tw: heavy nsfw, minors dniĀ
A/n: lwk need him so bad so I figured why not contribute to the fanfic pile š«” also first ever nsfw fic??? enjoy my lovelies!
A = Aftercare (what theyāre 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, heāll cradle you in his arms, watching you snuggle into his chest as you drift asleep. Once youāre asleep, heāll clean you up as best as possible, a warm, clean towel carefully dragged across your sleeping body. Heād brush your hair, and put lotion on your hands and knees. When you awake, youād find you had been properly pampered after your time together, and if you ask him, Dabi will simply deny it. āNah, I didnāt brush your hair. Now go take a shower, stinky.āĀ
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerās)
His favorite part: His fingers. Theyāre one of the few parts of his body, surprisingly, that are fairly untainted from the years of his quirk damage. Itās 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.Ā
Your favorite part: BIG into thighs and ass. Especially as they jiggle while heās 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.Ā
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, heād be more than happy to settle seeing it strewn across your sweaty body instead. Heād 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.Ā
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. Itās a nice memento of yours to keep for whenever heās 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.Ā
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyāre doing?)
I canāt imagine heās been with many people, given hisā¦ history. Heās perfectly charming in that devious way though, and whatever heās not familiar with, he picks up quickly. Heās seen a lot of porn, so he can pull from that to a certain extent. He doesnāt give off the impression that heās unsure, and if he is, heād play it off casually.Ā
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.Ā
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 heās definitely a big tease, always saying the right things to bring that familiar blush upon your cheeks.
āStuttering now, doll? Whereād all that confidence go?āĀ
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I imagine that his pubic hair is white, he doesnāt seem the type to go and dye his pubes. As far as grooming goes, heāll do whatever you prefer. If you like it wild, heāll leave it, if you like it trimmed, heāll try to keep up on maintenance. He doesnāt mind hair on his partner, and will enjoy his time with you regardless.Ā
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 arenāt like the others. You wonāt 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 heās gained this, he will make sure to care for you dearly every time you have sex. He checks up on how youāre feeling, ensuring to take breaks when needed, and performs your aftercare routine perfectly.Ā
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Jacks off a LOT. Heās 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, heāll 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, heād much rather have you there to help him instead.Ā
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Degradation, bondage, impact play, orgasm control, sadism, dacryphilia, you name it, bros into it. Heās a very experimental guy, and thereās very few things he would draw as a hard boundary.Ā
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Often, he doesnāt 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. Heād prefer to just have hours in a house alone with you, taking you on every surface, and finishing off in the bedroom.Ā
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, itās just you.
N = No (something they wouldnāt do, turn offs)
While he loves impact play, heās completely against the idea of actually hurting you. A spank here and there is way different compared to something like knife play or burning. Heās also against threesomes; You are his and his alone. That doesnāt mean heās against someone else watching thoughā¦
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Heās 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, heāll always make sure his pretty little darling never leaves unsatisfied.Ā
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
More often than not, heās 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, heāll 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 theyāre not his favorite overall. Heād much rather take his time with you, but when youāre in a pinch, heāll make do with what he has.Ā
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 heād never openly admit.Ā
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.Ā
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. Heās always open to trying new things,Ā whether heās the one to bring new toys home or you are. I donāt think he likes them used as much on himself though.Ā
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
SO. MUCH. TEASING. Heās the kind of guy that would have you secretly sitting on his cock making you stay quiet lest everybody hear what youāre up to. He would edge you relentlessly, making you beg and whimper for his touch before he even thinks about pleasuring you.Ā
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Heās not too loud himself, his sounds come in the form of deep breaths combined with heavy moans at a medium volume. Heāll 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.Ā
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.Ā
X = X-ray (letās see whatās going on under those clothes)
7 Ā½ 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.Ā
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, heāll 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.Ā
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Heāll sit and hold you for hours, heās always been a restless man. Heād rather lay awake and watch you slowly breathe in and out, twitching from your dreams, knowing heās here to protect you, than face what awaits him in his own dreams. But somehow, your presence brings a much easier sleep than when heās away from you.Ā
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 š And please request anything in particular you'd like to see in terms of genres/tropes!
May I request some fluff of SDV bachelors (Harvey, Seb, Shane) with a farmer whoās sick, overworked, or just generally needs to take a break?
Hi there! This is such a cute fluff prompt Iām 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! Iām 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 nightās rest. Youād been so exhausted, spending all day outside on your snowy farm to prepare for springās arrival, and with it the planting of crops and trees. It soon became evident youād 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 husbandās name, before sinking to the floor.
āY/n? Y/n! Hon are you okay? Letās get you to bed.ā Sebastianās 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.
āHi love,ā Your voice comes out barely as a croak. āI think I spent a bit too much time outside yesterday.ā You attempt to joke, to which Sebastian smiled.
āThat seems pretty clear, dumbass,ā He teased you.
āWhy donāt I go make you some tea? Iāll make your favorite.ā
āWith extra honey?ā
āOf course love.ā 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 donāt comply. After digging for ingredients, he found all the materials to make you pumpkin soup, to soothe your throat he says.
āWarm fluids will help your throat, and take some of this medicine as well, I know it doesnāt taste good but itāll make you feel better.ā
After refusing, claiming, āit tastes like pissā, he spoon feeds you your medicine, laughing at your scrunched face in disgust.
āCome on itās not funny! That stuff is disgusting.ā
āHow can I not laugh darling, youāre just so cute when you look like that.ā
When Sebās pumpkin soup is finished cooking, heād 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.
āBut youāll get sick too!ā
āI donāt care, my only priority is you right now. Now, rest well my love,ā 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 didnāt 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.
āBabe, you look awful. What are you still doing up at this hour?ā
Glancing over to your wall clock, it read 1:00 am. You groaned, turning back to him with a grimace.
āGee thanks Shane. Iām just going over the new farm plans for the season.ā
He walks closer, examining your many papers and notes strewn around your work area.
āY/n, when was the last time you slept? And I mean really slept.ā
You canāt seem to remember.
āI donāt know. What day even is it?ā You muttered, eyes trained at the ground.
He bends to your level, lifting your chin with his fingers.
āBaby you need to go to sleep. And today is Friday to answer your question.ā
Your eyes widen at your realization.
āWe had a date planned tonight didnāt we? Oh my god Iām so sorry Shane, I didnāt mean to forget, I thought for sure it was tomorrow.ā
Tears begin to brim in the corners of your eyes, and Shane wraps you in a big hug, placing his warm jacket around you.
āI couldnāt care less about that. It isnāt like you to forget stuff since you always seem so on top of everything, so I guessed something might have happened to you. But thatās not important now, have you eaten anything yet?ā
The last thing you ate was some berries from your fridge you picked a few days prior, youād made it your midnight snack the night before.
āNo.ā
āThen Iāll go make something for you, in the meantime you go get some pajamas on and sit in bed, Iāll bring it to you.ā
āBut what about-ā
He shushes you.
āIt can wait. Now please go rest before I have to drag you there myself.ā 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.
āHey there love! I prepared you a healthy meal to give you strength while you work, it has - y/n are you alright? Y/n?ā
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, youāre lying in one of Harveyās clinic beds, eyes blinded by the sheer brightness of the room. Thankfully, you arenāt 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.
āY/n! Thank goodness youāre awake, how are you feeling?ā
You shimmy yourself to sit up, your muscles sore but not as fatigued as before.
āTired mostly, and a bit sore,ā you pause.
āIām sorry Harvey.ā
He frowns a bit, āPlease donāt be sorry. But I do want to know how you got to this point, if youāre willing to confide in me?ā
He asks tentatively.
You nod, and explained your unending list of tasks, coupled with the hours of hard work youāve put in. Harvey listens to you intently, nodding as you go.
āAnd then you came to bring me some food, and I just collapsed because I was so tired. Thereās still so much to be done before fall and I only have two more days to get everything else finished-ā
Harvey quickly cuts you off, āLeave it to me. Iām not the most adept at farm work but I believe I can perform an adequate enough job for now.ā
He smiles, gently grabbing your hand to hold it clasped in his.
āRemember 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.ā
Smiling back at him, he helps you up from your bed, escorting you back to your farm for some well deserved rest and care.
Valentineās Headcanons- SDV Bachelor Edition Pt. 2
summary: What the sdv bachelors would do for you on Valentineās Day!
pairing: sdv bachelors x gender neutral farmerĀ
category: fluff
word count:Ā 865
a/n: these are inspired by some of the heart events + personal headcanons <3Ā and a continuation of my previous post!
Alex:
Alex knocks on your door early Valentineās morning, a small hand picked bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand and a blush tinting his cheeks.
āHappy Valentineās Day! I know itās early but I thought maybe I could take you for a walk this morning?ā 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.
āDarling just what do you intend to do with all these shells?ā
āTheyāre for keepsakes of course!ā You grin, placing more shells in his pocket.
He rolls his eyes, but you know heās 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 itās 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.Ā
āY/n! Are you alright? Iām so sorry I didnāt mean to hurt you!ā He rushes to your side, and while it only hurts momentarily, he treats you as though youāve 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 hadnāt expected Shane to do anything special for Valentineās Day, as heād expressed discontent with the idea of the holiday before, claiming it was ājust another Hallmark holidayā.
You also hadnāt expected Shane to invite you to his place for, in his words, āa special movie nightā.Ā
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.
āBefore I show you my surprise, I have a gift for you.āĀ
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 werenāt 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, āDo you like it? I know itās kinda cheesy but I thought-Mmph!āĀ
You cut him off, connecting your lips with his in a tender embrace, moving in tandem.
āI love it darling, itās perfect.ā You smile down at him.
āThank you, for always staying by my side. I know I donāt deserve you, but thank you. I love you with all my being.ā 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 Valentineās Day, telling you brimming with excitement,Ā
āItās gonna be the perfect day! Weāre 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 canāt wait!ā
You show up at Samās 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.
āUgh not again! You win y/n,ā Sam sighs, having lost another round of pool against you.
Throwing your hands up in victory, you exclaim, āVictory is mine once again! Have you finally given up yet?āĀ
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.
āTada! 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!ā 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 familyās 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.Ā
Eventually, the two of you fell asleep watching The Breakfast Club, wrapped in each otherās warm embrace.Ā
You awake to find a note and somewhat large package on your front porch, the note from your boyfriend in his scratchy handwriting reading, āIāll pick you up at sunset tonight, and bring whatās in the package, youāll need it. Love, Sebastianā
Opening the package you find a motorcycle helmet, a small heart encrusted with amethyst crystals laid into the helmet.Ā
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.Ā
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.
āWhere are we going?ā
āIt wouldnāt be much of a surprise if I told you now would it?ā 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.Ā
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.Ā
Harvey:
He catches you in the town square that morning headed to Pierreās, the tips of his ears a bright red and a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead.
He manages to stutter out, āWould you do me the honor of joining me for dinner tonight, dear?āĀ
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 itās your first Valentineās 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.
āMay I?ā 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.Ā
Elliot:
He left you a letter in your mailbox, writing to you in his signature cursive style, āHappy Valentineās Day my darling, please meet me at the dock today at 1 oāclock, Iāve prepared something special for you. Love, ElliotāĀ
After you finish your farm chores, you head to the dock and see Elliot standing beside a small boat, equipped with two oars.
āGood afternoon my love, you look absolutely ravishing today. Happy Valentineās Day,ā 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 heās 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 heās 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 coveās 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.
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