the thing about having a job is i just don’t want to do it. Sorry
what is going grocery shopping with you favorite bachelors like? <3
hi anon!!! thank you so much for the ask, this was so fun to write! :D <3
grocery shopping with your bf !
featuring sam, sebastian, alex ♡
growing up, he hated being dragged to the grocery store with his mom, trudging up and down aisles filled with wheat-bran something and green-bean blah
working at jojamart certainly didn't help things either, being constantly surrounded by stockrooms filled with corporate glop
but ever since he's started dating you, and the two of you went on your first official grocery trip™ as a couple, he has gone off the RAILS
always throws something random into the cart, every single trip, without fail
you have to wrangle him around sometimes as he tends to wander off whenever something catches his eye
you're browsing an assortment of breads when he suddenly gasps loudly, nearly scaring the living daylights out of you as he runs over to a precarious-looking display
"cactus fruit joja cola?! that's a thing now??!"
yes, you obviously had to buy a pack. you spoil him too much.
he's always happy to be there, even through the "boring" parts
as you ponder over what kind of sugar to buy ("there's more than one type of sugar? are they all yummy?") he does his best to be helpful
"this one looks... strange, but i feel like we should try something new!"
"that looks like it fits your energy. your vibe, if you will. i'm sensing good vibrations from it."
"think i can pop a wheelie on the cart?" "what the hell, sam, no—" "LOOKKK! i'm doin' it!"
he always feels comfortable to let out his inner child around you, and you love him for it <3
just there to help you out <3
he honestly isn't in love with the thought of going out and dragging a cart around for an hour, especially since he doesn't have much preference for foods, but he'll do anything to help you
very efficient—not to end your quality time early, but so your trip can be as quick and easy as possible
"you keep getting stuck in the sweets aisle, love," he says, an amused smile on his face. "come on, let's pick one out then go get the things on our list."
watches you intently as you move up and down the aisles, making a mental note of your preferences
he's gotten it down to a science, so much so that he even takes the initiative to go shopping by himself some days to give you a chance to rest
and when you see him finally return, arms full of bags brimming with your favorite produce and snacks, your heart feels so, so full
it grows on him, the mundane, familiar domesticity of it all
to the point where he automatically tags along, walking just a step behind you as he reminds you of small items you forget from time to time
he now looks forward to spending time with his love; running simple errands with you allows him to take his mind off of the hectic outside world and his brewing inner thoughts, and he so appreciates you for it :,)
he knows what he likes and makes a beeline for it
milk, eggs, a nice ribeye... the regular protein-packed stuff
"this body doesn't maintain itself, y'know!"
he is your personal cart pusher and product grabber, even with the smallest things
and i mean SMALLEST
like he saw you eyeing a box of cereal that was just above eye-level for you, and he swooped in and threw it in the cart
he loves showing off for you, especially when the older folks passing by swoon at his heroism
but he genuinely just wants to help you out!
"don't let the praise from the grannies go to your head," you warn teasingly as he hands you the jam that you had been struggling to reach on the top shelf
he presses a quick, soft kiss to the corner of your lips at that before pulling back with a wink. "i won't, not unless it's from you."
as the two of you wait in line, he's always got his hands on you in some small way
wrapping his arm subtly around your waist, giving your temple a soft peck
or resting his elbow on your shoulder as he browses the various knick knacks on display in the checkout line
"do people still drink five-hour energies?" "i don't know, but i think you definitely shouldn't."
"aren't kinder eggs, like, illegal or somethin'?" "you down to test that?"
it's always so chaotic all around, but it's never boring, you'll give it that :)
thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~ ♡
anxiety sux cuz why am i literally SHAKING at the thought of being late to my MINIMUM WAGE JOB that is a 45 minute bus ride away
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SAM POST COMING TODAY I PROMISE I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS MUAHAHAHAHAH
….after i finish my paper 🥲
i made a playlist of songs sam would def play for farmer hehe ⋆˙⟡ ♡
so high !
in which you and sebastian get high, hot, n heavy~
wanna get high with sebastian and just lazily make out. i’m talking sitting on his lap on a beat-up couch with some old cartoon playing on his shitty tv in the background while you grind slowwwly against his dick.
neither of you know what time it is or whatever the hell you were doing before—somehow you landed directly on his cock, his wandering hands gripping at your waist and pawing lazily at your tits.
he takes a deep hit before tilting his head back and slowly blowing out the smoke as you grind your hips harder against his dick, earning a drawn-out groan from his throat.
“fuckk, don’t do that..” he muttered, covering his face with his hands as he blindly gripped your hips, matching the roll of your body on top of him.
you giggle lazily, the high reaching your brain as all inhibitions fade away into bliss. “c’monn, kiss me already,” you tease, looping your arms around his neck as you slowly drag him back to reality. he barely opens his hooded eyes that were tinged with pink, evidence of his willingness to go along with whatever the fuck you wanted to do with him.
he pulls you in by the nape of your neck, groaning desperately into the kiss like the poor, touch-starved boy he is. your tongues hungrily lap at eachother as though the two of you have all the time in the universe to savor one another. his hands find his way to the plush of your ass, kneading greedily as he grinds your clothed cunt against his straining cock.
a pained noise escapes his throat. “fuckkk, doll. need t’ be deep inside your pussy right now…” he clumsily leaned in to bury his face into your chest as your tits bounced right in front of his eyes, like a filthy scene from one of his wet dreams.
fuck you, always being such a tease.
“sebbyyy,” you said, voice tinged with loopy disappointment. “we’re just buddiesss. like friends, y’know?”
“i don’t give a fuck what we are right now, ‘kay?” he muttered, lips finding their way to nip at your collarbone before traveling up the side of your neck. he panted with want against your ear, his delicious groans shooting straight to your core. “jus’ need your warm pussy ‘round my cock.”
“yeahh? you really think we should—“ your words were interrupted as his hips suddenly bucked up into yours. “seb!”
“so damn noisy…” he was thinking entirely with his rock-hard dick now, the weed clouding all other forms of judgment. low, filthy grunts escaped his throat as he continued to hump you like a starved man. “c’monn, doll. just this once?” he cooed in between thrusts. “don’t you wanna give in ‘n feel my cock filling you up real nice?”
you couldn’t help but mindlessly rut against him, feeling your cunt begin to soak through your panties. “mmhmmm… would feel real good..”
“yeah?” he panted into your ear, long fingers dipping in between your legs. “y’gonna let me make you feel real fuckin’ good?”
all you could do was nod eagerly as he rubbed his fingers enticingly against your soaked panties. “mmmn, yes…”
“yeah… yeah, i can do that, doll,” he murmured, a lazy smirk forming on his lips as he admired your brainless state through half-lidded eyes.
“just take another hit ‘n relax…”
boss makes a dollar, i make a dime. that’s why i sketch harvey stardew valley on company time.
thats it. thats the post
starting tomorrow i will be super normal fun kind sexy and functioning
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