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꣑୧ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ── MATCHUP EVENT: Date #4

♡ cupid's victim number four!! ♡

aaaaaa i was so excited to do your one my love!!! i'm really hoping that you enjoy my picks ! it's so much fun getting to match my friends up ough... hope you enjoy <3 !!

─ you have one new message from...

Sam . . .

thinkin bout u!!! or like... i always am, but ykyk? thinkin bout u extra lately, so i think you should come over soon x help shut my brain off x

Why? oh... something about how even though sam is quite opposite to you, i think he'd work well with you, y'know? like, sure he's a whole lot more extroverted than you, but he's gentle. he's kind. he's accommodating. the type to feel you tug on his shirt when at a party and just immediately exit the conversation he's having, just to make you happy. i think he'd also be pretty perceptive when it comes to you, helping you relax when you're getting unknowingly overwhelmed. he has a list of ways to help you on his phone that he regularly checks <3 the fact that he's a big brother leads me to believe that he's used to caring for others, but he also knows when to back off when you need alone time! i also think that he'd seemingly randomly think of you, and by that i mean he'd wake you up in the morning with a surprise breakfast in bed, come home after a long day with your favourite snack, text you in the middle of the day from another room some loving words, etc etc. he does have times where he's more aloof, which i think would present in making you laugh with how silly he can be at times, but the aloof nature would also help him naturally aid your more introverted nature! the longer he's with you, the more in tune he gets to when you need a break, whether that's from himself or others. and because he's so malleable, he so easily adapts to your needs. him? well, he's easy to please in general, but i think he'd benefit from your more withdrawn as opposed to his nature. you'd teach him a lot of things, like when to back off and how to relax. he'd also appreciate the distraction that you offer him, cause i feel like he can act like an overexcited dog that doesn't know how to relax at times lmao.

i think his favourite thing to do with you would be to lay in bed together and watch funny videos on each others phones! also, he'd be rocking a crush on you pretty hard and it's be pretty obvious hehe... he's just a lovesick little pup what can i say!! he'd love to get you into new hobbies, whilst also indulging in your own... an attentive and caring partner <3!

Too hot! . . .

with a sigh, sam slumps down beside you. thankful to finally rest his feet off of the hot hot sand, sinking into the otherwise soft and pleasantly warm picnic blanket spread out under him. in his hands are two half melted ice cream cones, the summer sun has been rather unrelenting to their form, and so he's quick to hand you yours as soon as he gets settled enough.

"dunno why alex doesn't park up closer to the beach, he'd get more traffic..." he mumbles to himself, eyeing up the various other patrons of the beach today. of course, there's his little brother, which means jas and penny have showed up too. elliott, understandably, lives right by the shoreline, so he regularly visits the water when it's warm enough to paddle in. something about inspiration, he wasn't quite listening when saying hi. too busy admiring your cute little outfit, god. and in the distance, he can spot willy and lewis chatting by the pier, his eyes squinting in the heat as if doing so would somehow allow him to hear their conversation better.

not that he's too interested in them. it's just that the day is long, and the sun is high. he's warm, far too much so. and so after handing you some ice cream, he takes an absentminded lick of his own.

immediate sweetness hits his tongue, an enthusiastic mm! escaping his chest as he quickly swivels around to look for your reaction next. as always, looking for you, to see if you're having just as much fun as he is. because that's all he ever wants, really.

when he sees you smile in return, the sun shining off of your face so prettily, leaving you glowing under his starry eyes, he can't help but to blush a little. heart seized in what he can only describe as first love. your happiness is his happiness, and knowing that the ice cream is a welcomes treat to help beat the heat, he indulges in his own a little more. leaning back with one hand in the meantime, letting the sun beat down on his tummy harshly; he's sweating, and he's sure you are too.

but it's nice. in spite of the heat, it's real nice just to exist next to you, sitting in silence to enjoy the surrounding nature, allowing others to provide ample viewing pleasure, but together. he loves you so, he couldn't imagine a better way to spend his time than to bask in the sun and eat ice cream with you. or, really, what he means to say is: you. that's the complete sentence, you.

because far more warm that the sunrays, is you. to him, you are the sun. shining brightly next to him, leaving him a little breathless from your beauty. golden hour suits you best, causes him to look at you with hearts in his eyes simply from the way you wear the sun so well, especially when you beam down at him upon his staring.

"what is it, sammy?"

oh... the little giggle that follows, light and airy, refreshing to the otherwise oppressive heat that beats him. he wasn't aware that he was staring, absentmindedly taking in your features as you eat some ice cream as if doing so would somehow cool him down instead of heat him up. cheeks a warm red under your scrutiny, god, he feels like such a dumb boy when he's around you. mind empty and heart racing from a simple look, blinded by his very own personal sun sitting right next to him.

"it's— it's nothin', really. jus think you're, uh, real pretty. s'all." he blurts out, stumbling over his words like some sort of preteen confessing for the first time. embarrassing, but you easily soothe his cringing with another well timed giggle.

honestly, you're distracting him simply by existing. his heart fit to burst every time you honour him with the pretty gaze, leaving him dumbly staring back in awe.

"thank you, but, sammy..." you trail off, and he follows your eyes down to where his ice cream cone hand is now covered in sticky white sweetness. melted all over, a panicked bubble of laughter crawling up his throat as he motions to clean himself up with his tongue already poking out, but you stop him.

"let me." you raise a brow at him, showing him a flash of that pretty smile before lapping up all of the sweet treat from his burning hand— you're only making him heat up even more now.

and with the way he stare down at you so blankly, almost stupidly, it's evidently clear that he'll need to rush home now. preferably with you, to take care of the rising hardness between his legs.

— you like to... listen to music when alone! here is a playlist that i think fits your matchup!

She's Kinda Hot - 5 Seconds of Summer

Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys

Take Me Out - Take Me Out

Eiland . . .

we should hang out again soon, love. preferably somewhere more secluded, if that's all right? apologies in advance for how selfish i may become!

Why? foodie x foodie? absolutely! while you're cooking up a storm in the kitchen, eiland is waiting patiently like a good boy to taste your next meal, already so sure that he's gonna love it because you prepared it! and in return, he's baking you all the treats you could ever want! also, cute cafe dates together? a MUST!!! i think eiland is a good fit for you because he seems mostly self sufficient, but on occasion, he'll turn into this big puppy that just begs for affection! that, and his interests seem to align with your own! big nerd that he is, he can think of nothing better than curling up with you on a rainy afternoon just to read together, and even if he's reading more non fiction texts, he still loves to indulge you and learn about your favourite stories! ough... im imagining the two of you sharing your very own little book club together, that'd be so sweet! i think he's the type to really care and know about fashion too, which i think would pair nicely with your cute outfits! i believe that he'd be a hopeless romantic too, so you can expect daily flowers and sweet nothings every morning! and he'd appreciate how introverted you are, because despite his sunny disposition, i get the feeling that it's mostly a front. he enjoys his quiet time, and he enjoys it even better with you. sitting in the same room together just existing, not really interacting? bliss.

i just think that as compared to sam, he's much more a your speed kinda person. as in he wouldn't have to try very hard to match your energy, vibing well with you on every level. it just makes sense yknow !!!

Summer fun . . .

the pier really is the perfect place for a date, don't you think?

with the sun setting, the place is practically deserted. except for... well, a couple of lovebirds that dangle their legs over the edge of old splintered wood, the warmth from the sun soon fading from their little date, and yet still, they remain warm.

sharing body warmth, the cool water under him does very little to actually calm him down, twisting his upper body so that he leans further into you with soft touches; an arm wrapped around your shoulders, another resting gently against your lap, ever so slightly squeezing at your tummy when he can't help himself.

the day has been nice, spending time with each other in the midst of a hot summers day, and oh, you look like such a pretty picture. couldn't get you off his mind all day, even when he was right next to you. lovestruck would be an understatement, in all honesty. and even now, with his hands exploring every inch of bare skin he can reach, snaking up and down to leave you shivering into his touch—an act of worship, surely—he finds himself completely head over heels for you.

for everything. the way you positively shine under the fading sunlight, the golden glow matching your features so perfectly, alluringly. pulling him closer, coaxing him enough for his lips to press against your own without second thought and— oh. it's just so easy to melt into you, and not just because he's hot.

everything about you, from the way you shiver into him, allowing him to touch and tease and smile against your pretty lips, leaning closer to really feel just how soft they are, a soft and gentle smack leaving his ears stinging with red at just how eager your sound for more. all the way up to how well you respond to him, sensitive little thing, aren't you? left all alone with you, it's no wonder he's found himself mid make out with you with the setting sun as a beautiful backdrop. it compliments you well, absolutely, but he'd be a fool not to close his eyes and simply enjoy your presence with him. pressing into him, returning his affections in kind to leave him a little dizzy with adoration.

and you're so soft, too. his heart aches with the amount of love he feels for you, beating hard against his chest as if attempting to reach out to you, to show you, physically, exactly what you do to him.

although, perhaps the way his pants tighten upon the surprise addition of your tongue swiping across his lower lip will show you enough. an immediate reaction to your display of affection, prompting him to pull away for just a second to catch his breath. but you make it difficult for him to do just that when you smile knowingly at him, those fluttering lashes dropping down to his crotch in a manner most improper.

is it wrong that it only excites him more?

"come," he suddenly sighs, standing with a hand outstretched to help you up too. if you'll allow hi, he'd kiss you all night long. but he can't rightly do so in the wide open public, can he?

"let's get you home." where i can dote on you all night long, slip my tongue down your throat and tear off that pretty dress you suit oh so well. unfairly so, really.

he can barely stand it any longer.

— you like to... listen to music when alone! here is a playlist that i think fits your matchup!

Me And My Husband - Mitski

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

golden hour (cello varion) - JVKE

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About me ♡

Hi! You can call me Pheebs. I hope you guys enjoy whatever pops up on my page.

I'm currently writing for Stardew Valley, mainly Sebastian, but I'm in many fandoms lol.

Inbox is open but no promises that I'll write your request. I'm a slow writer and I have plenty in my drafts already.

Rules ♡

I don't have many rules for my page, BUT

Absolutely no minors allowed. My page is strictly 18+

Similarly, blank and ageless blogs WILL be blocked

That's basically it! As a warning, I may interact with or post some dark content in the future.

Masterlist ♡ here, my ao3 here

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MASTERLIST:

Stardew Valley Sebastian

~ Warm You Up - (NSFW) cockwarming mini series, GN!reader ~ series blurb part 1 coming soon!!! ~ Just Benefits - (NSFW) Friends with benefits to lovers, F!reader finished here ~ A Part of Your World- (SFW) isekai GN!Reader series, part 1 , ao3 link

Sam and Sebastian

~ A farmer, an emo, and his best friend walk into a saloon - (NSFW) threesome fic, F!reader, ao3 link, full fic to be posted on tumblr soon!

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Warm You Up - Follow up

lmaooo I just posted Warm You Up but I've decided I'm write a quick little smutty snippet for each scenario. I just want something more detailed to go along with it hehe

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Warm You Up

I was writing another fic but this popped into my head, oops.

Just a small thing on the different ways that cockwarming SDV Sebastian would go, according to my brain. Not super smutty but it is nsfw, it's more fluffy imo.

Not proofread, lmk if there's typos.

Sebastian x GN!Reader

content: fluff, nsfw, cockwarming

MDNI AND BLANK BLOGS!!

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Cockwarming was not something Sebastian saw himself doing. Not that he was opposed to it, but he never really had a partner to suggest the concept to. It seemed like it would be more frustrating than anything anyways. 

But it’s become something of a routine for the two of you these days. It wasn’t really something either of you had planned on either, it just happened. 

He hasn’t officially moved in, but he might as well have, with the amount of time he spends at the farm. He walks over, taking his daily smoke break on the trail to your place instead of by the lake or the train station. If you aren’t home yet, he takes the time to pet your farm animals or sit on the bench outside, admiring the hard work you’ve put into the land. And when you do arrive, the two of you make dinner, passing little questions about each other’s day. The two of you eat over bed trays perched on each lap so you can watch something on your old laptop on your bed, quiet hums and speculations interjecting shows or movies. It’s not exciting, nor is it boring. It’s just...peaceful. Domestic. Something he hasn’t really experienced at home in, maybe ever? Perhaps that’s why he finds himself at your place so often. He’s never been the one for daring, passionate relationships anyways, not that this lacks passion. It’s a just nice warmth that cradles the need he has inside him, and he feels so understood by you, something else that’s severely lacking in his life. 

And when you’re both craving some intimacy beyond a good cuddle, but too tired after craning over a keyboard or from whacking down trees/pulling weeds/monster hunting and whatever else you do, you’re so impressive, he thinks, he’ll pull down his pants so you can slide onto his cock. 

The first time was an accident, he’d pulled an all nighter, and almost didn’t even come over. But he missed you more than anything, and craved your touch, only to fall embarrassingly asleep when you got on top of him. He was mortified, barely looking you in the face when he woke up the next morning and realized what happened, but you just shrugged and said it was okay. You teased him about it after too, of course.

But it happened to be the best sleep he’s gotten in ages, and when he asked to try it again, you just obliged and now it’s just a part of your relationship. 

You fall asleep to kisses and hands roaming your body, curled up around each other in a way that satiates the loneliness he feels in himself. And then in the mornings, when it’s too early, the sun barely up, you coax him out of bed by riding him until he spills inside you with breathy whines. Pleased smiles are shared over breakfast and a kiss on the forehead before he goes back home.

Other times, when it’s raining in the mornings, and he’s already in his head, he wakes you with hard, desperate thrusts, drawing orgasms and moans from you until the dark thoughts go away. Luckily, you take the rainy days easier, allowing the two of you to stay in bed longer. He takes care of you then, apologizing for the way he treated you, not that you ever mind, and it almost always leads to another round. It's sweeter, tender. You whisper reassurances then, cupping his face and he kisses your brow. 

It starts happening outside of the farmhouse too now. On particularly boring days, you’ll visit him as he’s working, and while you take his job seriously, it’s become a habit to slide into his lap, a sly look on your face as you work on loosening his jeans before sinking down on him. You love the way he groans, head falling back and eyes rolling into his skull as he splits you open. His hands always fly up from his keys, gripping your waist until he remembers he has a job to do. And you stay there, peacefully drowsy until it’s finished, and then he bends you over the bed or couch. You stay the night, not leaving his room, sneaking out in the early morning after one too many knowing looks and comments from Robin afterwards. 

Sometimes, it’s when he’s playing games. Curled up in his lap again, back against his chest so he can rest his head on your shoulder to look at the screen. He twitches inside of you whenever the game gets intense, hips fucking into you as if it’s by reflex. It only makes him play worse, because then he’ll get lost in the feeling of your warmth around him. He passes the mouse for you to take over so he can focus on thrusting into your sweet spots, a hand on your hip to keep you stable and the other on your jaw, turning your face to kiss him  before urging you to focus on the game. 

Occasionally, you get impatient faster than he does, unexpectedly moving or adjusting on his lap throughout the game, making him moan straight into the mic. You give him an innocent look while he glares at you, making excuses to the other players. It repeats until you start moving your hips, bouncing up and down until he breaks. He doesn’t even try to win the game, just pushes away the keyboard and mouse so he can take you right on the desk. The fact that all his teammates could catch on turns him, and you, on more than it should. He rams into you, crooning dirty words, teasing hands never helping you finish until you’re crying and begging him for it. He always cums with the loudest, drawn out sounds, hips still moving until he’s too overstimulated to continue. He pulls you back into his lap with a chuckle and another kiss, ready to move to the bed for a cuddle until—

“Goddamnit Seb! You forgot to mute again!” 

He’s gonna have to apologize to Sam tomorrow. 

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Lmk what you guys think/which way is your fav hehe

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Hehe I was tagged by @sashiavi

And im never gonna pass up a chance for some cute art

Sebastian giving my (new??) Farmer a lil kiss after she got beat up in the mines hehe

Here's the link to the picrew!!

It's super cute so have fun being delulu with this

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↳ EVENT 07. M!Whitney & Sebastian (Jealousy Sex & AU)

Pairing: Ex BF M!Whitney / F!Reader / Sebastian Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 3,796 Warnings: crossover, exhibitionism, public sex, dol universe is sdv zuzu city, established relationship, ex boyfriend, fingering, creampie Prompt(s): 06 — jealousy sex + 20 — AU Event Masterlist: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: WAOW so many whitney and seb fans huh? im surprised at the sheer amount, and also how popular they seem together!!! not that im complaining. never ever <3 i love them both so much so thank you for requesting this for the event! whit seb supremacy !!!! i think they'd make a cute enemies to lovers to enemies to lovers etc etc couple LOL.

The seedy bar you've dragged him into wouldn't be his first choice of date establishments, but as per your insistence, he obliges. You're lucky he loves you so much, y'know that? No way would he follow tail wagging into the metaphorical dragons den with anyone other than you, and he only does it with you because he loves you more than anything else. Wants to keep that pretty smile on your face when you excitedly jog to the entrance, exclaiming about how you miss this place. Arm locked with your own, smiling with you despite the apprehension in his chest, because more than his anxieties; he trusts you. After all, you're the tour guide tonight, and you've yet to disappoint him with chosen locations.

Sadly, the same can't be said about the company.

Not you of course! God, and he knows it's not your fault either that some rather unfortunate individuals decided to show up on tonight of all nights. Your last day in the big city, attempting to cap the trip off on a high note— it's okay, he believes you when you beg for mercy.

Because there's simply no way his precious girlfriend would come here on purpose, right? You wouldn't be silently hoping for tonight to turn out the way that it did, the little glint in your eye when he meets your gaze must just be a trick of the light.

He had never expected Zuzu City to be so... Cutthroat? No, that's not quite right... Maybe, hedonistic is better suited? It's difficult for him to pinpoint the best description, equal parts shocked and intrigued by your upbringing. Complete and utter freedom certainly comes with a price, doesn't it? Though thankfully, he's had you by his side during the trip to your hometown, saved more than once by your city ways away from grabby hands and gawking eyes.

How you ever managed to survive a place like this all on your own is incomprehensible to him, his arm possessively wrapped around your waist even as he sits with you in a hidden away booth, a means to ward off the various glances from pub crawlers sent your way, head held high in spite of the worries he holds close to his heart— he'll protect you no matter what. Especially from the blonde sitting across the table, the way his feet are kicked up on the old and worn wooden table irks him more than it should. As if the mans existence itself was a threat to him, suddenly dropped into reality just to fuck with his mental. The fact that he thought it was okay to simply saunter over and sit with you and himself is annoying, but he refrains from voicing the obvious.

The lack of control present in the city permeates even the walls of the bar, of which he's all too familiar with when it comes to you. But it's different when other people feel the same way about you. Sure, he can appreciate that others will find you pretty, you're the most gorgeous girl in the world to him. But to have others try to act on their wants for you is another situation entirely, something he was woefully unprepared for when you innocently suggested taking a trip to the city.

"Not from round here, are you?" Whitney sneers at him, and Sebastian finds himself instinctively squeezing at your side tighter. Attempting to not only reassure you, but himself.

"What gave it away." It's not a question, apathy thick in his voice to convey the sheer frustration he feels for the man across the table. Tone more like entertaining a child with inane sentences rather than anything more substantial. He's too busy establishing himself as yours to the pub patrons to fully listen to Whitney. The way they stare, some deep seated anxiety bubbling away in his tummy at the thought of being othered. It's all but confirmed that they know that's he's new to town, explaining the sickly feeling in his chest. Or maybe it's more that they know you, and to be seen with you is some sort of issue. He's not sure which option is more stress inducing.

Rather than talking to each other, Whitney directs his attention back to you. Seedy hand twirling in your hair, Sebastian can't help but seethe as he stares at the way you refuse to move away. "Coulda let me know you were back in town, slut." Whitney fucking smirks.

"And you are?" Sebastian finally graces him with attention, narrow eyes intense with possessiveness over you.

"The ex."

"Huh." Sebastian mutters, fixing his attitude before continuing. "Classy friend you got there, babe." Hid words grow misleading in how casual they are, pitch friendly enough to be disarming, but it seems that Whitney is the type to understand the underlying issue, hidden away behind niceties and courtesies.

And through it all, you do nothing. Not even a peep or squeak to signal your distaste for being touched in such a gross way by someone other than your boyfriend, cowering into Sebastian's chest merely out of expectation. It stirs something within him, a primal need to show you why you should be seeking his help more than you are now, to showcase exactly why he deserves to be the only one to bully you from now on— and not your previous lover.

"Did you miss me or something? S'at why you're back in town?" Whitney pesters you, and rather than comfort you in the face of greed, he takes the opportunity to indulge.

What's the saying... When in Rome?

Though he feels very out of his depth, dumped straight into the deep end of the pool with the way you simply accept the rough treatment and words of his counterpart, and how he can spot an increasingly blush on your cheeks when you're poked and prodded around, he's determined to show you his worth. To come out as top, even within your sleazy hometown.

He resolves to sighing, heavy and loud, aimed more at Whitney rather than your inaction— cause he gets it. He's heard countless stories from your past laste at night in bed with you, some of them even including your old school bully. Poor girl, he thinks to himself. You still don't know how to stand up for yourself, do you?

"Why don't we see, babe?" He questions you, clarifying himself when you only offer a confused look in response. "If you miss him, I mean. Why don't we put it to the test?"

"No way—" Whitney barks laughter at the proposition, but the pleading look in your eyes beg to trust Sebastian. A soft coo escaping him when you shiver against his overprotective arm around your waist, promising to keep you safe no matter what happens.

He just wants to have a little fun, is all. Show the town who you really belong to, so that if he ever visits with you again, they'll know to leave you well alone. And to respect him, which might be more important to him in this moment when Whitney challenges his position by your side.

"What d'ya say, slut?" Whitney's always with the slut, God, it's annoying. After a quick glance around the room, noticing how others watch in anticipation for something to happen, Sebastian moves into action out of pure frustration, urging you to exit the little booth you had him sit at in favour of easily lifting you up onto the table in front of everyone, prompting you into laying your back flat on the creaky wood with your legs hanging off. If people wanna watch, then he's not opposed to the idea. In fact, he secretly encourages it. Watch me put my girl in her place, okay?

Once you're nice and settled, he smiles down at you. Perfect. You're at a good cock height up there.

And by the look you're giving him, it's clear that you're excited by the idea too. Not that he blames you, a certain kind of exhibitionist thrill rushing through him at the way you comply without complaint, head peeking up a little to watch him as he gently removes your bottoms, underwear included, putting them in a neat pile where you just sat. He leaves just enough space between himself and your bare lower half to leave you sufficiently exposed to the small pub interior, a gasp escaping him when he can see how clearly wet you are already.

And then, a low wolf whistle sounds before him and his brows furrow together in aggravation. Whitney leans over from his remaining seated position to eye you up and down, "Just like how I remember. Always ready to go, aren't you?" Whitney huffs, and Sebastian watches him like a hawk as the man moves closer to your face. Although, he doesn't try to stop him from doing anything to you. Try as he might, Sebastian knows that he'll come out on top regardless of what Whitney is thinking about doing, so he might as well enjoy the front row seats he's got to the lewd show in front of him.

What he doesn't expect, however, is how his cock twitches to the sight of your lips pressed to someone else's. The barely there squeal of surprise you let out before Whitney shuts you up with his tongue is cute, actually. Reminds him of where he's standing, dropping his vision back down to your pretty cunt and pretending as if no one else but you exists in the room with him.

His breath catches in his throat while your tongue gets sucked right in front of him— ah, so pretty, aren't you. Gonna keep a mental image of that for the rest of the trip at least, his throat dry at the thought of taking a taste himself when Whitney is done with you. He teases your bare thighs with feather light tickles and playful rubs. Hand on one leg, the other receiving light kisses up and down, edging closer to your cunt with every pass of his lips on your skin, but never quite reaching your heat. Which he knows is frustrating despite your mouth currently being preoccupied, because your lower half wiggles for more attention. His cock matches your movements, pulsing in his pants for him to selfishly tug on, ignoring the murmurs behind his back to instead give you all his attention, reel you back in from Whitney's aggressive kissing style and promise you that he deserves to be yours.

"Is this what you were wanting, baby?" He teases you, tone especially fond when talking to you directly, even if he understands that you can't reasonably be expected to respond right now. Still, he continues, knowing that the pretty moans you spill down another mans throat are in part because he's talking to you right now, letting his thumb smooth over your dripping slit, smiling to himself when your hips buck into his touch for more. He wonders which part of tonight has got you so wet, biting on his bottom lip when some of your slick stains the table under you— is it because he's being more assertive with you? Dictating what and who you'll be doing tonight... Or is it the excitement from experiencing two people at once? Maybe, it's because part of you was indeed missing Whitney's treatment, a gasp of jealousy crawling up and out his throat at the mere thought. If it's the latter, he'll just have to fuck that notion right out of you tonight, in front of the very same guy you might be lusting after.

And seeing as you can neither confirm nor deny his suspicions, he decides it's better to get a move on before Whitney steals the lead with that skilful tongue of his, how it drips saliva down your throat and sucks your tongue dry.

So, he dips his thumb down to your hole, toying with it a little to feel the gush of more slick coat his fingers. Stroking them up and down, getting them all nice and wet and slippery, just barely rubbing your puffy little clit before returning his attention back down to your hole. With no time to waste, he slides one finger inside. Gently, a stark contrast to how fervently Whitney makes out with you, Whitney's greedy hand pawing at your pretty tits for a mere few seconds before they dig under your shirt to tug and pull on your chest, soft mm's and rushed aah's escaping you at the fast turn of events.

And though Sebastian agrees that yes, this is all happening way too fast for him to consider the consequences, it's easy to forget about them when his cock tents in his pants and throbs for you. Precum dripping from his slit just from how warm and wet your insides are, an instinctual urge fast building in him to disregard how you feel, and to instead showcase to everyone else in the room why he's your boyfriend— and not anybody else.

His finger pumps in and out of you only a few times before he introduces another, giving in to his more baser instincts by scissoring them both inside of you to help warm you up and open you up a little for his greedy cock. And oh how it twitches for you, the sight of your nails digging into the wood under you for some kind of purchase before anything has even really happened is too pretty, makes his cock leak some more precum for you. Bulge threatening to appear sheer through his pants from how much he loves you, how his body is unable to do anything but react in kind to your pretty whines and cute little humps.

Fuck, he's so hard. Unsure of why he's this hard, only that it almost hurts from how badly he needs to fuck you. Mind clouded and vision hazy as Whitney removes himself from your saliva soaked face to instead turn all his attention to your tits, how pretty they look under the dim pub lighting when your top and bra are thoughtlessly thrown to the side and drool is dripped over them. It's probably got something to do with the performance, right? As to why he's so hard, that is. How when he unzips his pants he can distinctly hear murmurs from the growing crowd behind him, and when his rock hard cock flops out of too tight jeans, a resounding slap ringing in his ears when it slaps against his tummy to leave a precum trail, he can see the dazzling flash of some phone cameras— recording, capturing the moment he lines his drooling tip up to your wanting hole, and as he gently pushes inside he can hear a distinct fapping noise. Holding his breath the moment his cock comes into contact with your squishy insides, lashes fluttering shut at the feeling of your cunt trying to desperately suck him in further already— you're too much. In a good way, too fucking cute, too hot with your kiss bruised lips, too sensitive to his every touch, reacting so cutely when all he does is brush his tip up against your insides. When he opens his eyes again, he's struck by the sight of Whitney's lips wrapped around your nipple, the other getting attended to by his rough hand. And Whitney is staring back at him. A challenging narrow of his eyes, a daring raise of his eyebrow.

Just as much as Whitney seems to get under your skin, Sebastian feels the very same sickly feeling urging him to give in too. So he does, without any kind of resistance, he gives in.

Forces his cock to fully sheath inside of you in one swift fuck forward, mouth hanging open in a silent moan at the way your cunt struggles to accept him, how you try to grow accustomed to the fat length pulsing inside of you in such a short amount of time, and then your whine for more pulls him out of his indulgent pleasure to focus on making you feel all better again. Prompts him into drawing his hips back just to force fuck his cock inside again, holding on to the table edge under you for stability while your legs lock around his lower back— your refusal to let him fully pull out of you feels so fucking good, fuck, you've got no idea what it does to him— mind immediately empty except for the suck of your cunt with every stroke of his cock, the sound of his hips slamming against your ass echoing in the dingy pub like some over exaggerated porn scene.

But it's not, and that's so fucking hot, isn't it? The way he can barely catch his breath, knuckles white in their hold of the table, every creak of the wood matching every one of his thrusts going straight through him and down to his throbbing cock. Starting with an already unfair pace just to try and prove himself, to say: told ya so, I'm all she needs. Because it feels good, doesn't it? To have your boyfriend fuck you right in front of everyone, especially your old partner. Feels nice knowing that he's secure enough in your feelings for him that it doesn't matter if Whitney wants to play with you mid fuck— let him. Because Sebastian knows all of your sweet spots, humping his tip inside you at an angle he knows you love, just to show off to everyone watching and recording that it's his name you're moaning.

"Tight— fuck, babe—" He moans out for you, fucking you at such a fast pace that he has to place a hand on your waist just to keep you pinned in the right spot. Intent on ruining you for anyone else but himself, so that even if Whitney does fuck you tonight, you'll have no choice but to pick Sebastian as your favourite anyway.

"Always were so fuckin' tight, weren't you, slut?" Whitney's voice rings in his ears, but due to the melting feeling of your hot insides swallowing up his drooling cock, Sebastian can't find it within himself to be annoyed. Rather, the tight ball in his tummy only grows in size at the seedy tone Whitney adopts, unable to focus on much of anything besides your pretty moaning mouth— until Whitney's hand accidentally brushes against his own placed on your hip. Attention immediately drawn down to your cunt, watching his cock disappear into your hole over and over again, a cute ring of cream at the base of it to show just how much you love him too, balls slapping against your ass with a sticky mix of pre and slick—

And then when you tighten up, wrapping so snugly around his fat cock, moaning louder than before, his vision is brought to where Whitney's deft fingers rub circles on your pretty clit. How Sebastian wants for more than anything to have a taste; doesn't matter if it's from the source itself or from Whitney's fingers, rendered completely dumb while buried balls deep in your pretty little cunt, the small spasms your hole makes around his perverted cock send shivers up his spine, begging him to straighten his back despite how hard he wants to fall into you, shield you from prying eyes and recording cameras, keep you all to himself and Whitney to help you reach your end because he's selfish. You make him feel too good, grunts and groans tumbling from his lips with every hump of his cock, inadvertentdly tugging you more off the table and closer to his groin in an effort to reach the deepest parts of you, balls taut with every wet slap against your ass.

He's dizzy. The addition of Whitney toying with your clit proves too much for him to bear, and you too it seems from how much you shake, how your cunt squeezes his cock so well, making it a little difficult for him to continue fucking into you with the same precision and stability he usually endures. Your pretty face contorted with pleasure, cock dragging along your cunt walls to dribble out precum when you arch your back. It's a no brainer that you're close, so he focuses his efforts into offering you messy, otherwise sloppy fucks. It's the best he can do when your hole is clutching him so tightly, disallowing him from pulling out all the way when your legs tighten in satisfaction, leaving him to make miniscule little humps inside as he's already balls deep. But it's enough for you, and it's enough for him, a chain reaction of Whitney flicking your clit which starts your orgasm, the weight of your walls convulsing around his ready to burst cock is all it takes for him to follow suit. Creaming your insides white as your hole attempts to milk him dry, still yet fucking into you with little thrusts until your body relaxes enough to let him move properly, and he's able to give you lazy strokes while you babble nonsense. A gentle in an out to make sure he stuffs you full of all his seed, sticky white dripping out and onto the floor before him every time he pushes back inside. But he can't find it within himself to care for the mess, Whitney still idly playing with your clit enough for you to remain somewhat tense, and it feels fucking nice to warm his cock inside of you as you continue to spam around him a little.

When he feels like he can finally breathe properly again, the first thing he does is coddle you with aftercare. Gasping at how your cunt keeps begging his spent cock for more, cringing as he quietly grows flaccid after filling you to the brim. "Good job, babe. Did so well." He leans over you to whisper, ignoring the consistent circling of Whitney's hand under him, right on top of your clit. "Do you need a break?" He goes on to ask, but Whitney steals your answer for you, and Sebastian would be a liar if he said that he completely hated the man now. Thankful for the help he provided in getting you off, and for continuing the night in such a debauched way.

"Doesn't matter if she does or not, I trained her better than that. It's my turn now, been waiting to try my old slut out again."

At least he had the decency to wait his turn, Sebastian thinks to himself. Pulling out completely to switch places with Whitney, offering him a brief pat on the back to communicate thanks for the training. Because now he gets to reap the rewards.

[phebbsl]

↳ EVENT 04. Whitney & Sebastian (Jealousy Sex)

Pairing: Sebastian / F!Reader / M!Whitney Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,380 Warnings: crossover, meta, name calling, degradation, threesome, double penetration, creampie Prompt(s): 06 — jealousy sex Wanna take part in the event?: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: my first crossover post ever? tbh, a few of you have asked for crossovers! so im looking forward to trying to execute them well enough LOL... i've never done this before, so please be gentle... but thank you for the interesting challenge!! i enjoyed exploring this topic a lot MWAH!!

Laying in bed with you plus a stranger on your other side was never something he'd ever dreamed of, let alone allow to happen. But, tonight is a special case if there ever was one, a necessity, really. Possessively pinching at your cheek to bring your attention back to solely him for a second, a vain attempt to assert dominance over your free time. His nose wrinkles in judgement at the man behind you, dissatisfied with the turn of events of tonight as you writhe between two men, a burning in his heart urging him to speak before the other steals the spotlight; and perhaps even you, given how there's a whole other side to you he's yet to be privy to.

Which only really makes his words harsher, tongue spitting venom aimed mostly for the other man at your backside, sickeningly insidious in his intent given the faux sweet tone he adopts.

And yet needs must.

"Tell me, babe—" He cuts himself off with a moan, the feeling of your cunt walls wrapping around him even tighter as soon as he speaks leaves him a little breathless. Dirty words caught in his throat when your gaze meets his for just a second; enough for him to recognise how fucked silly you already are between two men, before your eyes roll prettily to the back of your head. Bit off more than you can chew, pretty? "Have you— fuck— have you made a decision yet?" He doesn't mean to sound so impatience, biting down on his tongue else he'll spill even more filth your way.

It's just that he's never felt you this tight before, though that might be due to the fact that you've got two cocks inside of you right now. The feeling of Whitney's rubbing against his own every time they pass each other in tandem strokes feels so fucking good; maybe only made better from the ego fuelled jealousy resting thick in his stomach for you. He's not stupid, and he knows you probably don't have the mental capacity to respond to him right now, but instinct begs him to at least try and steal you away. The weight of two fat cocks inside of your tiny little cunt must be difficult to deal with, right baby? Copious amounts of precum drooling from your abused little hole, squished cruelly between two hard bodies and used in such a selfish competition of pride.

"Isn't it fuckin' obvious." Whitney grunts behind you, prompting Sebastian to roll his eyes in annoyance. Or was it in pleasure of your cunt sucking his cock off so well at the sound of another mans voice? He'll never truly know, tongue poking out to wet his lips before they hang open in a soft gasp when you're rocked forward and more into his arms with how hard Whitney snaps his hips into you. The lack of care for your pretty self coming from the man behind you irks him, especially when you do very little to fight back against the rude touch tugging at your ass, pulling at your waist to hump the cock behind you. In fact, it looks like you like it, grabbing and scratching at Sebastian's front for some semblance of reality. Silly girl, you'll find no such thing here.

And in any case, what right does this guy have over you, really? Who is he to tell him what you, his long term girlfriend, prefers. At the very least, he understands that you'll be gone from his existence for various lengths of time, unable to see him due to 'real life', or whatever. But he'd never imagined you'd be visiting other men when he was waiting so patiently for you to return back to the valley. Isn't he enough for you? Didn't you say that Stardew Valley was your favourite place to be?

Upset not at the clear cut infidelity, but more so at the fact that you thought you could escape him simply by jumping from game to game. No, no; it's expected that you'd find others. Different men to cuddle up to, stranger guys who no doubt make you feel differently to how he does— but there's gotta be a similar thread running throughout your choices, right? Something consistent between himself and the brute behind you stuffing you so full of cock that even he himself feels like he's choking with every thrust. Holding on tight to your arm as you lay on your side before him, his other arm hooked under your neck to keep you safe and secure as you're mad to rock between two tips.

Him, comparable to Whitney? Now that's insulting.

Why you'd ever choose to date someone as characterised by their bullying as Whitney is is beyond him. The pretty pout you wear when Whitney grabs at your throat only stokes the fire in his tummy too, a thick layer of bile resting on top at the way he gets glared at by the other man with possession written all over his expression. And Sebastian only knows it as such because he worn the same look with you time and time again, determined to prove his worth to you now more than ever to hopefully keep you around for longer than whoever else you might be seeing. To bring you back to your favourite game again.

Deciding to ignore the honestly annoying man challenging his position by your side, Sebastian instead tries to appeal to your morals. Deceptively digging into your yearning for comfort that he knows you need more than anything else. It's why you're with him in the first place, right?

"I missed you so much." He nuzzles into you; or as much as he can given how violently you're bouncing between them, how fast he has to pick up his pace to match Whitney's unfair rhythm. It's making him a little dizzy, to be honest. Desire pooling in his tummy for you and the broken sobs his cock fucks out of you. The pathetic whines, almost babbles of something resembling begs that Whitney thrusts out of you. Pretty little overwhelmed baby, isn't this what you wanted when you had suggested a little test? Given his earlier argument with Whitney over who you preferred, wasn't it you who suggested some friendly competition? And now look at you, all sobs and shivers, a coo automatically rolling off his tongue when he nestles closer to you, his lips ghosting over your own in a yearning to claim you as his. "I'm here, 'm not going anywhere, baby." He promises you, disarmingly imploring you to reach out for him, his hands firm on your soft body for stability while he fucks his whole length in and out of your overstuffed cunt. Bet it's so sore, isn't it? Need a little help distracting yourself from every balls deep thrust he offers you, don't you? The sound of wet skin on skin causing his cock to tremble against Whitney's fat length inside of you, your lewd moans filling his ears with every hump of his tip against your most sensitive parts inside.

Inching closer, he plants his lips on yours. A sloppy mix of saliva, promising you that he'll come out victorious by the time he's done with you, imagining the sight of you limping into his arms instead of Whitney's so he can whisk you away back to the valley where you belong— except in doing so, he inevitable ends up stuttering his hips inside of you to the thought of punishing you for even insinuating that he might be a second place choice in your life. But is it even punishment if you'd be enjoying yourself, much like how you are now? Gasping into his open mouth, spilling moan after moan thanks to Whitney's pounding from behind. Fuck, he can even feel the way your body positively vibrates from enjoyment against him, rendered useless and unable to effectively kiss him back, tongue lolling out of your wanting mouth for him to suck on a lil. Just a little, because if he were to do anything more than that, then he's more than likely about to cream your cunt full, thinking it's just so fucking cute that you've been fucked truly stupid on two cocks.

"Pair of sluts—" Whitney laughs from behind, but Sebastian doesn't miss the undeniable crack in his counterparts voice. The hint of shakiness present only because you're so fucking tight and feel so fucking good that there's no room to do anything other than melt into you. Like some sort of horny amalgamation, sweat and sticky and heat, drool and other bodily fluids shared all in the name of rivalry. To try and win your utmost attention and affections, and to successfully pull you back into your preferred setting, favoured game, and most important love interest.

He knows what's at stake, and as such, removes himself from your lips to instead suckle on your neck— where Whitney might prefer bite marks and bruises, he's intent on leaving behind gentle love bites as his mark on you. His fingers slipping from your body from sweat, humping his trembling cock into you in short snap thrusts; just how he knows you like. And God he has no choice but to muffle a moan against your skin when Whitney favours longer strokes inside. Fast but deep, the feeling of rubbing his needy cock just as much against your plush insides as he is against Whitney's girth feels too good, immediately prompting him to dip his hand down intending on rubbing at your clit in sheer desperation not to be the first to cum, only to find Whitney already doing so— fuck he feels too good to argue back. Simply falling further into your soft body, cradling you from harms way despite how your body warms at the degradation, his chest tight at the way you mumble and moan. It's all a bit too much for him, sucking your neck for dear life, a silent plea to be crowned victorious with eager fucks into your overstuffed hole.

Maybe you prefer to be demeaned, right? Bullied into submission, his nails digging into any part of your pretty exposed body he can reach, fumbling around in a tangled heap of limbs as Whitney attempts to grab your attention too— though the latter seems to hold his composure better when it comes to your angel cunt. "Such a good slut, aren't you? C'mon, tell me how y'really feel."

But the slur in Whitney's words is enough to let Sebastian know that he isn't the only one close, not so much fucking you now as he is just trying to hold back for you. Muscles taut and jaw tight, gritting into the sticky feeling of your cunt, slick coating his length just as much as precum does, how the mixture drips down to his balls to stain the sheets below. To cum first would be sooo embarrassing, wouldn't it? Especially when he's doing his utmost to prove himself to you, to try and coax you back to the valley, and not whatever universe Whitney is from. It's where you belong, at the end of his leaking tip every night for him to bully into you over and over again, even if right now he can do no such thing— unlatching from your neck just to spill sweet praises for you, and to hopefully disallow you from answering Whitney's burning question. Deep down he knows you're gonna say his name anyway, or at least hopes is the case, the way your glassy eyes haze over his almost pained features, drool dripping from your tongue every time he presses his cock inside. You wear the fucked out expression so well, pretty baby getting fucked by two big cocks, is it more than you can handle?

It's okay, because from the way your body shakes under his fingertips, the tell tale tremble inside your pretty little angel cunt, how your voice almost goes missing in your silent gasps for more— he knows that you're close too. And, frustratingly, Whitney can gather about just as much also— how long have you been seeing him? "Already?" Whitney sneers, unsure of who it's more aimed at, but Sebastian hasn't the strength to fight back. Not for himself, and certainly not for you. Too lost in the way your cunt practically begs him for more, his hips instinctively fucking into you as if it were his only purpose in life. Messy and clumsy humps fill you up, almost as if he were getting fucked by Whitney alongside you, but fuck he can't help it. The weight of your body pressed tight against his own as Whitney takes a more dominating stance, effectively fastening Sebastian under you as you get mounted from behind is intoxicating, your puffy clit surely rubbing nicely against his groin from the new position and—

Well, he's got no hope of holding back when he feels your full little hole spasm around him. Orgasm washing over you as you fall into his chest, moaning directly down his ear as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold on for dear life. Sebastian too holds onto you, arms wrapped around the small of your back, pressing you down onto his cock for him to offer you merger little fucks up and into your heat. And fuck it feels so good, fat load shooting against your deepest parts, turning his cock all sticky as it gushes around inside, against Whitney's cock, and gets pushed out of your cute cunt with every extra thrust. He barely gets a chance to calm down providing Whitney's uncharacteristically kind slower pace, letting you ride out your high just enough before the brutality begins again.

"Well, what d'ya think, slut? Got a favourite yet?" Whitney seethes, clearly holding on to the last remainder of stability he's got as you wail out in hyper sensitivity.

Maybe if Sebastian holds you close to him and whispers sweet nothings down your ear to help settle you back into the unfair fucking you'll favour him. It's the least he could do, seeing as he finished first anyway. Anything to get you back to the valley, and spending time in his world again.

[phebbsl]

gamers assemble, here is an itch.io bundle in support for palestine, specifically the PCRF (Palestine Children's Relief Fund). PCRF describes itself as "the primary humanitarian organization in Palestine, delivering crucial and life-saving medical relief where it is needed most". By donating to the PCRF, Palestinians will have better access to medical relief, food and water. 

all proceeds of the bundle are going to the PCRF, and there are a lot of cool games in the bundle :D. 373 games (195 for Windows, plus some tabletop stuff which is always fun!)

[phebbsl]

Just Housemates - Teaser Idea

hahaha what if sebastian ends up having to move into your farmhouse bc his AC breaks during the summer and now ya'll are "just housemates" but you guys get closer and closer together, but nah, you guys aren't dating or anything, but he just...doesn't move out and you don't make him move out, and you guys end up having sex and getting married but noooo you're not in love, it's just a great domestic partnership

[phebbsl]

Just purged my followers list, I know I'm still a small writer, but if you don't have an age in bio and/or you're a blank blog, you WILL be blocked

[phebbsl]

Just Benefits

Something I whipped while procrastinating on my other fics bc brainrot got to me. Lmk if there's any typos. May or may not make this into a full fic hehe

Sebastian x F!Reader

content: nsfw

MDNI!!!

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Sebastian who is completely shocked when you propose a friends with benefits situation with him.

Sebastian accepts because why the hell not? He finds you attractive and you’re steadily becoming one of his favorite people in the valley after some late night chats by the lake and generous surprises of his favorite gifts.

Sebastian has to smoke to calm his nerves as he walks down the mountain path to meet up with you for the first time. He makes sure to not litter on your property and stuffs the dirty cigarette butt into his pocket before knocking to enter. 

Sebastian decides to just kiss you after an awkward greeting. It’s slow and fumbling at first but the two of you soon find your bearings and it becomes deeper and neither of you can get enough. 

Sebastian lets himself get pulled to your bed, only to push you on it and beneath him so he can kiss you more, he can’t stop his hands from roaming your body and tugging at your clothes. 

Sebastian who asks for permission before pulling off your bottoms and gets harder with your shy agreement. 

Sebastian who can’t help but gawk at the wet patch already forming on your panties and ends up kissing that very spot, over and over until you beg him to just take them off. 

Sebastian who ends up making out with your clit, flicking his tongue piercing along your folds and pumping his long fingers in and out of you until you come for the first time. He doesn’t even notice that he’s been humping the mattress until after you’re done, he’s already so high from your taste and smell. 

Sebastian who eagerly shuffles off his jeans and boxers when you ask to reciprocate. He has to bite into his hands to keep himself from whining too much.

Sebastian nearly finishes in your mouth but pulls you off because he just needs to fuck you so badly instead. 

Sebastian who asks again to make sure you’re sure before slowly pressing into you so you can feel every single inch and vein.

Sebastian who has to grip your sheets hard because it's just so, so difficult not to immediately come, and he really doesn’t want to let you down. 

Sebastian listens to all the sounds you make to make sure he’s fucking you how you like, every gasp and moan is a direction to him. 

Sebastian who fucks you harder when you ask for it, who holds your legs open so he can angle his hips just right to thrust harder and faster right into the spot that makes you whine his name. 

Sebastian makes sure to rub your clit right when your legs start to shake and your voice gets all pitchy to help you climax. 

Sebastian comes when you do, unable to hold back when he feels your walls getting wetter and tighter, practically milking him. He continues to thrust into you though, working both of you through your highs. 

Sebastian feels awkward when the afterglow fades, he’s unsure of if you want him to stay or do aftercare, but ends up fetching you water and giving you some cuddles before deciding to leave as to not overstay his welcome. 

FWB!Sebastian starts coming over more often now, whenever he’s annoyed at home or just whenever you text him. 

FWB!Sebastian who starts to shamelessly introduces new positions and kinks to try after getting more and more comfortable. 

FWB!Sebastian who also figures out that he likes it when you praise him and that you like it when he makes sounds, so he makes sure to let out his moans and whimpers too, even if he thinks it a little embarrassing.

FWB!Sebastian who will smoke in bed afterwards if you allow it and if he notices that you find it attractive. Otherwise he weans himself off smoking more and more unconsciously if you don't. 

FWB!Sebastian who stays for the night almost every time now, he enjoys your bigger bed and doesn’t mind being the bigger or the smaller spoon, he goes along with whatever you prefer.

FWB!Sebastian alternates making breakfast with you whenever he stays over. He notices the new coffee machine that mysteriously appears soon after, and he hides his little smile and red cheeks with his hair when you enter the kitchen. 

FWB!Sebastian rarely jerks off anymore, he has you now, but when he does, it’s always to the thought of you.

FWB!Sebastian who ends up gravitating more to you whenever you join him and his friends at the Saloon on Friday night. He starts to arrive earlier and stays later just to talk to you more. 

FWB!Sebastian doesn’t even notice that his habits are changing, also waking up earlier as a result of your early schedule. 

FWB!Sebastian who finally realizes his feelings after some off handed comments from his mom and Sam about how different he acts when he’s around you. 

FWB!Sebastian doesn’t want to mess things up so he eventually resolves to just keep the friends with benefits arrangement because he’ll take what he can get. 

FWB!Sebastian really can’t stand it though. You consume every moment and every thought, he just wishes that you would feel the same. He starts to become more awkward around you now, and even avoids you sometimes because the butterflies in his stomach become too strong whenever he sees you. 

FWB!Sebastian who starts to fuck you gentler sometimes, as if he’s making love to you as a boyfriend instead of what it really is. He presses kisses to your forehead and cheeks tenderly and just wants to hold your hand. 

FWB!Sebastian accidentally confesses during a particularly intimate round of sex as he’s finishing, and he runs away when you ask him what he said as the two of you cuddle. 

FWB!Sebastian who panics in his room after because he’s really fucked it up this time now, hasn’t he?

FWB!Sebastian really avoids you now, burying himself back into work and sending clipped responses to your texts. 

FWB!Sebastian who eventually spills the whole situation to Sam because he just really needs to get it off his chest. Sam verbally hands his ass to him, and encourages him to really confess, because holy shit, everyone’s realized that the farmer is not as happy as they used to be. 

FWB!Sebastian feels so guilty when he hears that, he knows he has to fix the situation, so he prepares. 

FWB!Sebastian texts you to meet him at his place. When you arrive, he has his bike out and he asks you to go on a ride with him. His palms sweat in his gloves as he drives, and he can smell your scent even through the helmet. 

FWB!Sebastian akes you to his spot on the cliff. The view is beautiful that night, looking over Zuzu city, and the sky is clear for all the stars to shine, but he only has eyes for you. 

FWB!Sebastian says that the two of you need to talk, but he comes off as too serious, and you think he’s breaking up with you. He panics and confesses his feelings, not following the script he set for himself, but he can’t stand to see you cry. 

FWB!Sebastian who hugs you tight after you say you feel the same, he feels so overjoyed. He kisses you, you kiss back, and it really does feel like the two of you are in a movie. 

Boyfriend!Sebastian feels like he’s on top of the world when the two of you drive back to the valley, he screams out his happiness as he speeds along the empty highway and the two of you laugh the entire way. 

Boyfriend!Sebastian who can’t get enough of the way you smile at him when you get back to his place and remove the riding helmet. He loves the way it grows when he gives you the bouquet he stashed behind a bush. 

Boyfriend!Sebastian who races back with you to the farmhouse so he can properly worship you as you deserve, and this time as his girlfriend. 

[phebbsl]

thinking of changing the plot of isekai stardew fic into one where the reader intentionally enters into the game with ✨magic✨ instead of plopping into the world unintentionally. I don't know if anyone will see this, but any thoughts?

[phebbsl]

A Part of Your World- Chapter 1

Stardew Sebastian x GN!Reader

Summary:

Sebastian’s resolve to not meet the new farmer lasts all but two weeks. To be fair, it’s not of his own volition. 

You never thought you had to resolve to not get literally sucked into your favorite game, but now here you are. And now you have a farm to manage and a pretty boy to woo. 

Or: My spin on the life in Pelican Town, and Heart Events, featuring a GN!Reader (possibly/probably Isekai???).

Cross posted from my AO3, phebbsl

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Sebastian’s resolve to not meet the new farmer lasts all but two weeks. To be fair, it’s not of his own volition. 

He had stumbled out of his bedroom in the afternoon, late afternoon mind you, and promptly walked in on you and his mom discussing options for a new coop.

It was the day after the Egg Festival. Abigail had lost the Egg hunt for the first time in years, and was inconsolable for the whole night yesterday. Not in the ‘holy shit I lost and I’m absolutely devastated’ way with tears, but in ‘holy shit, did you see the Farmer??? they’re so hot’ type of way. 

The trio of friends had stayed up late at Sebastian’s room for the rest of the night, drinking and using his ‘vase’. Abigail continued to gush about the Farmer, only slightly put out that her win streak ended.

“I mean, did you see them in that little straw hat? How cute!” she cooed. 

Sam joined in too, all red-faced, blushing. The Farmer had stopped by his house when they first moved in, introducing themselves sweetly, and had even tossed over a can of Joja Cola to the blonde. Sam had suspected that it had been fished up from the river, judging by scuffs and slightly musty river-y smell, but had downed it anyway (and kept the can). 

Why Sam drinks treasures those little blue cans of diabetes and Yoba-knows-what when he literally works at Joja and knows damn well how unhealthy it is, Sebastian will never know. 

Sebastian spent the rest of the night, totally not sulking on his bed, casting mournful glances at the game table, all set up for a round of Solarian, as he listened to his friends’ gossip about the newest member of the town. 

Abigail and Sam didn’t leave until well past midnight, and while Sebastian was used to long nights hunched over his computer, the day’s festivities had worn him out completely.

Thus, leading to him crawling out of his mom’s basement like a cave-goblin, obvious to all that he had woken up past the accepted hours for any normal person, even later than he typically would’ve. Upon seeing you, he was completely determined to turn around, go back to bed, and hide enjoy his solitude until you were gone. That was, before his mother had stepped in, ever so glad to take any opportunities to socialize him.  

“Have you met my son, Sebastian?” Robin prods, with a sly grin, before slinking away to leave the two of you to socialize. 

Great, now he had to interact with you.

He mumbles out a greeting and his name and takes you in. 

You don’t look like a farmer. At least, not the stereotypical version of he had come up in his head. To be fair, he only really envisioned a grizzled old man, smudged with dirt and hands full of calluses. Basically, your grandfather. He had only caught a brief glance at the festival yesterday, and was uninterested in looking further. Now, he realized that his friends were right. 

‘Oh no, they’re hot!’ echoes in his brain, soundly strangely like Squidward. 

You’re exactly his type, with pretty eyes he could just drown in to boot, your straw hat prize from yesterday perched on your head. You’d even wound a crown of flowers around the base. He’s not a big fan of flowers, but daffodils suddenly look a million times better. Yellow looks good on you, he thinks. 

He urges his brain to reboot and act like a normal person. Suddenly, he wants to make a good impression on you, curse his traitorous hormones. 

“Oh. You just moved in, right? Cool. Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?”

Nice. Cool, slightly aloof, and hopefully he didn’t sound too much like a dick. 

You shrug and spin off the truly humongous backpack you have strapped on. 

‘Damn, Pierre found someone to sell that thing to, huh?’ he thinks absently. 

He and Abigail had spent an embarrassingly long time giggling at the giant monstrosity when it had arrived at Pierre's, while the store owner wilted behind the register, his plans to sell backpacks to one-up Joja foiled. 

Sebastian watches with confusion as you proceed to stick your arm in the pack, rummaging, before producing a frozen tear, then dropping it into his hands. He stares at it, flabbergasted. 

“I really love this. How did you know?” He finally manages to say. 

“Just had a feeling,” you shrug again. 

Robin comes back, interrupting the moment. 

“I found the paint swatches for the coop! Let me know which one you’d like.”

You break away to discuss color options, and Sebastain stays, silently rolling the frozen tear in between his fingers. More words of gratitude are stuck in his throat.

Eventually, you and Robin finish, the latter rolling up the blueprints with promises to start working the next day. 

“It was nice to meet you,” you give a little wave with a wiggle of your fingers. 

“Uh yeah, same here.” 

‘Wow, real eloquent,’ Sebastian snarks internally. 

He finally leaves for the kitchen to grab food to start his day. 

“Are you going to Sam’s? You should change before you go,” Robin enters as well, snickering. 

Sebastian looks down.

Fuck, he had just met the most attractive person he’d ever seen and he was in his damn froggie printed pajama pants.

‘I knew I should’ve just stayed in my room,’ he thinks. But, glancing at the frozen tear next to his cup of coffee, he knows he might just wake up early again the next time you visit.

♡

I’m playing with the idea of having the farmer be from our world, like an isekai, I think it opens up more possibilities and has potential to become a bigger story than just a series of one shots, but I’m still not sure yet. 

Let me know what you guys think!

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Also late on reblogging this, but another amazing set of artwork, this time done by @minteehell. fulfilling my ship dreams

Thank you to @pbbsl for commissioning me! I honestly had fun drawing all of them, even in the middle of all my exams lol.

Im planning to put my commission info later, when I have time. So stay tuned!

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i'm so late on the reblog but check out this amazing piece @sofiaruelle did for me!!

I got the chance to draw @pbbsl’s farmer! Thank you so much for commissionning me!!!!! ✨ ✨ ✨

Interested in having your a portriait of your farmer done? Click ✨ here ✨ for more details!

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Hi!

Long time lurker that finally decided to finally join tumblr.

Currently on a beauty/makeup obssession and as always am in constant search of fics to read.

Will probably just use this as some place to post random thoughts and explore interests, as one does on tumblr lol.