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gvshing · 1 month ago

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Streamer Vi . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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→StreamerVi! started streaming as a hobby. She figured it would make gaming feel less lonely and unproductive. She had friends she would play with occasionally but on the days they weren’t able to game together she feared she was wasting the evening away. Playing with no one, to no one, yelling into the abyss, celebrating a win to herself. It was lonely, and she hated the feeling that made her feel she was being unproductive. Even though deep down she knows that indulging herself in something she enjoys is never a waste or ‘lazy’.

→When she started gaining traction/viewers she was genuinely surprised. She didn’t think she was THAT entertaining. Her viewers enjoyed her reactions that seemed so genuine. Enjoying her rage, shock, tears of sadness and of laughter. Her overreactions to angering situations within the games made her fans cackle with her creative sling of words she spat at the computer. "I can't believe you guys like to watch this. I mean I appreciate y'all tuning in, but I do hope you guys are in therapy."

→StreamerVi! mainly plays action games but she enjoys a cozy game every now and again. Finding the stimulation of the fighting and fast paced scenes more enjoyable typically compared to the relaxation of cozier games. Though she finds herself indulging in Animal Crossing and Stardew Valley in her off time.

→StreamerVi! Was bad at Minecraft. Not that she would ever agree with that statement. Her fans aren’t sure why she’s so bad at it. She’s usually amazing at fighting and surviving in games like that. It’s mainly the building she’s not great at. Her houses were made out of dirt, wood if she’s able to obtain that much, and were shittily built cubes. She tries to make more intricate things but her brain short circuits and she’ll eventually break it down and make another dirt cube in its place. As long as her house has a bed, crafting table, anvil and furnace, she’s set.

→StreamerVi! would have an intricate story line on her Sims game that gets progressively more confusing as it goes on. “God, Shelley is such an idiot. I know I created her but Jesus. How the fuck did she end up burning the house down? I didn’t even know you could do that in Sims! First, she ruins her marriage by cheating on Esteban. Then, she loses her daughter? Still no clue where she went. Lastly, she burns the house down? That’s why I didn’t let her go to college… On second thought, maybe that’s why she’s doing all this.”

→Her Sims characters are her babies, for sure. She cries for ten minutes straight when one dies. She’ll walk off camera and you can hear sniffling off camera before she walks back in. “Okay, how can I make them haunt the house? I know they can do it. I will pay any amount of money to have that happen.”

→StreamerVi! would put up a poll on what games to play next on her stream and would put a joke game on there that would end up getting the most votes. So now she’s stuck playing some weird simulator game that lags constantly and is crashing every 5 minutes. “Who the fuck would make a dish washing simulator? I’m doing chores as a video game? That’s fucking boring. Why did you guys have to pick this one? Do you hate me? Be honest."

→StreamerVi! is a rage quitter. 100%. She would scream and smack her headset down on the table, walking away from her PC fully. Leaving the stream for almost a full minute to take deep breaths. “I may have overreacted a bit. Maybe. That boss is still a bitch, what the fuck even is that?”

→She would sit down back at her desk and stare into the camera, hands in a fist resting over her mouth in embarrassment. “Guys, pretend that didn’t happen.” She would boot up the game to retry and be done five minutes later when she still couldn’t beat whatever it is she couldn’t win. “Okay, that’s it. I’m done. Fuck this game. See you tomorrow stream, I’m going to go take a deep breath and touch some fucking grass.”

→StreamerVi! drunk streams... already drunk when streaming or getting drunk on stream. She's done both. It doesn't happen often but when it does it a nice treat of chaos. Slurring, hiccupping and hearty laughter that echoes thoughout her whole apartment. The fans love it.

→StreamerVi!’s desk is probably messy. It’s not overly messy but she definitely has a few cups littered around, and old takeout containers from her 8 hour long streams. She cleans it frequently. She just spends so much time sitting over that desk, hunched over in uncomfortable positions, that it gets messy the second it’s cleaned. She eventually puts a trash can and a tub for dirty dishes right next to her desk to prevent clutter. It takes one time spilling water all over her keyboard for her to implement something to help.

→StreamerVi! would cackle at her own jokes while everybody in her chat groaned. “That was a good one! I’m such a funny guy. You don’t get it, guys. And that’s fine, you don’t see the vision. Stop calling me lame! I am not lame! I’m hilarious. You guys are the lame ones. You’re watching me, someone you claim is lame, so what does that mean about you? Yeah exactly, lame-o’s” They would also groan at her use of the word ‘Lame-o’.

→StreamerVi! fell asleep on live one time and has never lived it down. She streams for so long and she’ll just fall asleep waiting for a cut scene to end. Head propped up on her arm, lulling over with every breath. Her hand would slip causing her head to fall and smack against her keyboard, the brand new one she got after ruining the other one with the spilled water. She would jolt awake and stare at her screen in horror, reading the chat coming in faster than normal. “Is she… sleeping?” “She fucking dead.” “Awww, she looks like a sleepy puppy.” “Why is her mouth hanging open like that?? Is she drooling?? Y’all oh my god” “Literally, what the fuck.” She reads her chat and sighs deeply. “Guys. I must go. I’m so sorry.” She would hit the ‘end live’ button and immediately scream out of embarrassment. “They will never let me live this shit down. Fuck fuck fuck.”

→ And her fans don’t. “Waiting for her to fall asleep every time at this point.” “It was one time!!” It annoys the fuck out of her, but she appreciates her fans so she doesn’t mind the stupid jokes.

→StreamerVi! has a strict streaming schedule and she is ALWAYS on time. She sits at her desk 5 minutes before time, ‘Go Live’ button staring at her. Anxiously scrolling on her phone until the clock hits 5pm. Streaming for the past 3 years has been all she knows, yet the anxiety she feels before beginning is intense every single time.

→Anxiety melts away within seconds of hitting the dreaded button. Chats streaming in of various ‘hello’s and ‘missed you’s.

→StreamerVi! probably streams more than just games as well. She enjoys vlogging when she’s out and about doing random stuff, like when she’s travelling and trying new foods. “Okay, what am I about to put in my mouth? If you know, please tell me, because I’m lost.”

→StreamerVi! loved the spontaneous streams sometimes more than gaming streams. They were low pressure and less chaotic.

→She would do mundane things around her house when streaming as well. “You’re coming with me to dye my hair. I need help doing the back.” While dying it she would turn around and ask chat if she missed any pieces. They were unhelpful, as always. “You suck at this.” “Uhhhh bestie, you missed a few chunks ngl” “Does she have nobody irl who can help her with this?? Wtf are we supposed to do?” She would roll her eyes at her chat’s unhelpful responses. “I can’t even tell if you guys are being truthful anymore. You all hate me. I have friends! I’m just not bothering them with it! You guys could help! You just don’t want to! What parts did I even miss??” She eventually would facetime somebody to help her find the missing pieces.

→COOKING STREAMS!!!

→She loves to cook on stream! She enjoys the company when cooking. Although chat has definitely distracted her a few times and she’s burnt things because of it. “FUCK! Guys! Why did no one say anything about the literal pan on fire behind me?” She would run the pan over to the sink, throwing it in and quickly turning the water on. Snuffing the fire out. “The pan was in frame the whole time and we were chatting! I know at least one of you saw it! I even said ‘why does it smell like something burning?’ and none of you decided to say anything? You guys want me to die?” She often finds herself lecturing her fanbase as if she were their father. “Dad Vi back at it again with the lecturing.” “oohh we’re in trouble this time.” “Are we grounded?”

→StreamerVi! would start streaming less often and get interrogated in her chat. “Where have you been??” “She’s got a girlfriend, guys. Look at her glowing. We’re so cooked.” Vi would scoff at their invasive questions. “I don’t have a girlfriend! I mean… Okay. Yes, I am seeing somebody but they’re not my girlfriend!” She would defend, growing redder the longer she goes on. Not convincing anybody. “Vi lovers. We’re fucked. We lost our chance.” “No offense guys! But none of you had a chance. I’ve just been busy… ANYWAYS! So today’s game…” she would change the subject, afraid she was going to hard launch a relationship that wasn’t even official.

→StreamerVi! would casually drop the word ‘partner’ every now and again after a while. Accepting that she would never convince anybody that she wasn’t seeing someone. She was and she’s not a liar.

→Chat would go CRAZYYY. Demanding to meet her partner. “You lecture us like you’re our dad all the time, and suddenly you don’t want to introduce us to your partner??” She gets what her fanbase is saying, but it ultimately depends on what the girlfriend says. Not her.

→StreamerVi! would beg everybody to be nice when she finally does introduce you to her stream. “Guys, be nice. Don’t be mean like you are to me.” Her fans are offended. “We’re so nice!!” “So this is how you treat people who pay your rent?” “Dad Vi again.”

→StreamerVi!’s fans are nicer to you than to her. “SO pretty!” “How did VI!!! Bag you????” “no offense but she’s out of your league vi.”

→StreamerVi! Is only a little jealous. “So you guys hate me and love them? Well maybe they can just have my channel and I’ll retire since y’all hate me so much.” She’s the ultimate pouter. And pouts even more when chat is seemingly chill with that idea. “Ok! Best idea you’ve had thus far!” “yippee!” She mutes chat after that.

→You make sporadic appearances on her channel every now and again. Often enough that you’re a ‘recurring character’ on her streams. Her fans love seeing you. Eventually you make your own streaming channel. But you only stream like once a month and it’s usually with Vi there. It’s not your thing as much as it’s hers. And you don’t want to take that away from her.

→StreamerVi! Doesn’t tell her viewers that she proposed to you. They just happened to catch a glimpse at the engagement rings in various streams over time. “YOO IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS??” “Vi and Y/N engagement era”

→StreamerVi! Keeps a majority of her personal life secret from her viewers. It’s not that she doesn’t trust them with the information of most of her friends or family, or what she does for a living outside of streaming. She just enjoys having that still be private. It’s the small things after getting an online fanbase. She appreciates her fans but they don’t need to know anything. Like the day you guys get married. That’s for her, you and attendees. But, she posts photos from that day whenever she can. One of her top favorite days of her life for sure.

→StreamerVi! Loves this life she’s miraculously gained. The fans that bully her, the friends she’s made, the games she’s played that she might not have if it weren’t for the viewers pressuring her, and you.

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504py · 1 year ago

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Do you have any thoughts on yandere SDV Harvey?🤔

i sure do!!!! i think i got a little carried away 😭😭😭 i hope i delivered!

Yandere Harvey Relationship Headcanons

Gender neutral, no use of Y/N, munchausen syndrome by proxy, implied murder, implied NSFW, Harvey's a little weird about bodily fluids and food, long post ahead!

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How the relationship started...

Let's say, he knows you outside of his work, and somehow, you're the one person in Stardew Valley who has never entered his clinic before. Honestly, you'd have drawn his attention right then and there because of your strange imperviousness to harm or disease.

Like... You? That farmer who goes down into the mines every other day to fight monsters has never been injured? You, who works day and night to the point of exhaustion has never gotten sick and required medical assistance?

The fact that you weren't one of his patients would worry him to his bones.

Even if you weren't one of his patients, he'd have befriended you outside of work. Perhaps at the saloon, after hours, and one of the very rare times he's seen you relax.

He notices the slight limp as you enter, different from your usual gait. When he asks, you chalk it up to a rock in your boot. Harvey sends you a disapproving stare and a furrowed mustache, and you loosen up.

You tell him you tripped while running away from a slime in the mines. And that you maybe pulled something while running. And maybe you lifted something wrong yesterday and hurt your back. And-

Harvey takes off his glasses to rub at the space between his eyebrows, stressed.

"And not once did you think to come visit me?"

"Thought it would go away if I just slept and drank enough water."

His gaze softens.

"..I really do advise it. Please."

Your fingers play with your glass. He can see a bruise forming on the side of your wrist, and the cuts and calluses on your skin.

"...I'll do it tomorrow."

He sighs slightly.

"Well, since I can't do anything for you right now, I'll at least buy you a drink."

"You can do that?"

"Hey, it numbs the pain. Painkiller." He jokes, and you laugh and shake your head. He realizes he likes the sound of your laugh.

"But- wait, don't take that as real medical advice. Really. Please."

That pulls another laugh out of you, louder, and pink warms his cheeks as he laughs heartily alongside you.

The next evening, Harvey waited all day for you to come in. It was nearing closing hours, and he was worried you had disregarded his advice, but right as he got up to start closing the clinic, the door opens, and there you are, leaves in your hair and your muddy shoes leaving a track on his tiles.

He's elated, he knows he shouldn't be, considering why you're even here, but he's so glad you listened to him, so glad you're here. He looks noticeably flustered, his hair is slightly out of place, his glasses are sliding down his nose, and his tie is loose.

"O-Oh, hey there. You finally came in."

"Were you waiting for me? I apologize. It looked like you were about to close up."

He waves your worries away with a dismissive hand, "Ah, what's one more patient? Come on, you look like you really need my help, anyways."

You follow him into a room, cringing at the muddy mess you leave on the floor.

"Sorry for that- I can clean up after we're done."

Harvey insistently shakes his head, sighing your name, "No, no, can't have you doing that, not in the condition you're in." He motions over to the bed, you sit on the edge of it.

"Besides, I haven't even started my assessment of you yet, but I already know you're gonna need a few days of rest at least. Doctor's orders."

He smiles softly at your annoyed expression, donning his stethoscope as you straighten your posture slightly, readying for him to place the other end of the apparatus on you.

"...See, you've got an abnormal heart rate for someone who is at rest."

He notes the warmth of your skin under his palm, resting against your back.

"Have you been feeling ill recently? Runny nose, coughing, headaches, anything of the sort?"

"U-Uh, no." You shake your head, playing with the fabric of your trousers. Nervous.

"...You seem rather flustered. Any reason?"

Your eyes glance up at his, he cocks his head, and you immediately look back down to your feet.

"...Nah."

Harvey smiles, knowingly, and the rest of the appointment continues as normal.

Expectations...

Following this, he'd be more obvious in his attempts to court you. His courting attempts would feel rather old-fashioned, but I think there's a lot of heart in them. I feel like Harvey would be a little bit of a sucker for romantic things, so you'd definitely be receiving letters, all from a secret admirer, of course.

He is confident that he likes you, but he'd carry a lot of anxiety about being so upfront about it, and that perhaps you wouldn't feel the same way.

The letters he sends you would be brief yet sweet. Short messages to pick you up for the day, just wanting to be a part of your life.

"If you ever feel like all the work you do isn't appreciated, know that I am always here, and I always do. You are doing great."

You'd tell him about the letters you've been receiving, during one of your evenings together at the bar. It'd make him blush. Oh, his letters were so important to you that you had to gush about them to a friend?

"And... What do you think of them? The letters?" His eyes are slightly wider than they should be, but the reflections on his glasses hide his faintly, much-too focused expression.

You shy from his eye contact, "...I think they're really sweet. But honestly, I wish they'd just... say it to me directly instead of hiding like this. I want to communicate, talk to them, y'know? Have a conversation, and stuff.."

Harvey blinks, wets his lips.

"What do you think you'd do if he-" He clears his throat, "-they did?"

You frown a little, mulling over the thought for a bit.

"...I'd go on a few dates with them, see if things work out."

His exhale is shaky, he takes a sip of his whiskey.

"Who do you think it is?"

You meet his gaze. His eyes are warm, his cheeks are red too, but that might be the alcohol... Though you realize he's not the type to get flushed when drunk.

"...Is it you?"

His fingers around his glass tremble, and his bottom lip quivers.

"I.. w-well..." He pushes his glasses up, nervously running a hand through his hair. You giggle, and he relaxes.

"Yeah." He smiles warmly.

"Yeah?" You chirp out a laugh again, "I figured."

Although Harvey was usually one who didn't have any problem holding eye-contact at all, now he found himself unable to look at you for too long without getting giddy like a schoolgirl and having to look away to save his racing heart.

That night, you two would be declared a couple. He teased you, wondering where that "first few dates then we'll see how it works out" phase went. You said it was different if it was him, and he had to hide his face in his hands to conceal his boyish, cheesy grin.

His first show of affection would be the next morning, when he brought you a bouquet of flowers to your doorstep, but upon arrival, seeing your expansive field of vegetation, he realized it was perhaps a bit stupid to gift flowers to someone who grows them.

Nonetheless, you accepted them from an embarrassed Harvey gratefully, saying you've wanted to try growing these for a while. Lo and behold, the next time he shows up, with a more thought-out gift this time, he sees a few new flower pots on your front porch.

Harvey as your boyfriend is strangely rather maternal. He tends to be quite the worrywart, always fussing over any cuts or bruises you may get while going about your day, making sure you eat and get enough rest, and always making sure you're dressed properly.

Oh, the different kind of monster Harvey turns into during the winter LOL. He will stay posted by your door, making sure you don't step a foot outside without a thick coat or gloves.

He does enjoy more than he likes to admit, though, when you still feel cold and he has to give you his coat or his scarf. It makes him all smiley and he thinks you look adorable in his clothing.

I think, his deepest desire, is for you to always stay safe, and that he is the one to provide that safety. I mean, with him being a doctor, he is the only person qualified to look after you anyways, but he still does get jealous.

He gets really upset when he's out of the clinic for a bit, and finds out that Maru was the one who tended to your wounds instead of him.

He gets more jealous when you tell him about the work you did that day, and another person was with you.

What do you mean you spent the evening fishing while conversing with Elliott? That could've been him...

What do you mean you spent the afternoon in the library with Penny? Wha- Gunther winked at you!?

Harvey really does want to spend more time with you, but he has a duty to attend to.

Unless...

Punishments...

Maybe, one day, Harvey will stop worrying so much over your health. He'll let you do your thing as you please, though it would hurt him to see you going about your day so haphazardly. But he'll hold back on his usual worried malewife nagging, and just let you do you.

One day, your dangerous lifestyle will catch up on you, and maybe you'll catch a cold, or you'll break a bone. Harvey will be there immediately, much too prepared.

Even though this is what he wanted from this plan, he still cries. He hates seeing you so beat-up, but he couldn't think of any other way to always be by your side. At least the tears blow away any suspicion of his part in this.

It could be a tiny fracture, but he'll still insist you'd need a cast, and that you'd need a wheelchair for the first few weeks. And, of course, Harvey's there to coddle you and help you around.

Maru says she can look after you while Harvey runs the clinic, but he gets uncharacteristically hostile at the mere suggestion of this. If Maru were to keep prying, if she were to find out that your injuries aren't as bad as he says they are, then Harvey might have to resort to more drastic measures.

Murder would be a very difficult thing for Harvey to do, but when he thinks about the life you two have right now- having you rely on him for everything, taking care of you everyday, spending every single moment with each other- his heart feels like it could fall out of his chest at the thought of anyone taking that away from you two.

His access to such a wide array of chemicals and medicines would be terrifying. If anyone threatens this peaceful, perfect life between you two, he could simply inject them with a certain concoction during their routine check-ups, say they needed it, that it was medicine, and it wouldn't even show in an autopsy.

Unfortunately, his tampering with human life extends to you.

Harvey, I think, would get much too enamored by this life you two have made since you've gotten injured.

Being able to dote on you with no restraint, being by your side for every single moment, it was all he could ever dream of.

But all good things come to an end, and your fractured bone would start to heal.

He never thought he'd be capable of lying, not sure if he'd ever done it before, but it's a newfound talent to him. Worries him how good he is at it.

He tells you you need to keep that cast on. That even if you're allowed to use crutches now instead of a wheelchair, that you still need his assistance. He insists that you need him.

Any sort of push-back from you would have his heart pounding. No, no, you can't get up and go back to work. You can't be doing chores on your own, he'll do that- You cannot leave.

Munchausen syndrome by proxy from an actual doctor would be a horrifying thing to go through. Not just any other doctor either, but Harvey, a man who seems so gentle and kind-hearted, a man who is supposed to be your partner.

Sad to say, but I don't think you'd have any way out of this. Your best course of action would be to just let him take care of you as much as he pleases. In due time, he would want to see you get better, so you'll be back to having your freedom in a few months, maybe...

Rewards...

It is pretty comedic saying this after that punishments portion, but Harvey, on more normal days, really is a passive man. He doesn't really have any strange obsessive habits, though he's probably a little weird about fluids...

By that, I mean he'd probably slip a little bit of his saliva or semen into his cooking. He gets a really euphoric rush when he sees you eating that tainted food he made for you. He enjoys that idea that a part of him is mingled in your body now. The other way around goes, too.

When you're sleeping, sometimes you drool, did you know that? You probably don't, because Harvey always wipes it off and licks it. It gives him shivers whenever he does, makes him way more excited than it should.

His libido is not the highest, but that's because I think he makes an active effort to suppress himself. Wants to be good for you. Harvey does have these dirty thoughts pretty often, but he usually just excuses himself to the bathroom for a second to relieve himself when it gets too unbearable. Even then, he dislikes this, since he feels like it'd be a waste of his release, since it's not inside you.

Every day would feel very domestic, he'd tease that you two already act like an old married couple, but he'd secretly hope you'd catch on to the idea he's putting down.

Harvey really does want to get married to you. He honestly, strangely, would act a lot more normally if you two were to be wed. It's like, there is something that exists that ties you two together, so even if you two aren't always by each other's side, he at least finds some comfort in knowing you two are bound forever.

Let's just, uh, hope you don't divorce him... Honestly, at this point, he may have already taken care of Mayor Lewis, so that option won't even be open to you anymore.

Harvey would probably try to pop the question during a little picnic he prepared for the two of you. The box for your engagement ring hidden in the picnic basket, amongst carefully wrapped sandwiches and lunchboxes.

You would pick it up while looking through the basket, wondering what it was. You open it, and Harvey feels like he could faint from how fast his heart is beating.

He stutters a lot, being unable to look you in the eye, then you rest a hand on his shoulder, and he feels alright again.

"I... I'd really like to get married with you, my love. Whaddya say?"

You smile at him, you say yes, and Harvey literally shouts in joy, before roughly taking you in his arms.

He quickly apologizes for being so erratic, but he swears he's never been happier. He just loves you so much.

Even though you two were only fiancés at this point, he'd call you his husband/wife/spouse from time to time, just a slip of the tongue, but he does get shy about it.

Your life together would be relatively the same now, just with some more added affection.

He'd get more comfortable around you, kissing you more often, getting more touchy, wearing less clothing around the house.

Of course, his main core value is still there; to care for you.

When thinking of Harvey's love language, you would, rationally, expect it to be acts of service. However, I posit this; his love language would be allowing himself to be taken care of.

He does get tired, and you do notice. You try to do his chores, try to take care of yourself so he'd have some time to relax, but he always gets fussy about it.

He insists that he can still do it, that he can still do things for you. Perhaps, he's scared that if he's unable to please you, that you'll go elsewhere, fall out of love with him.

You can sense that fear, and you tell him you'll still be here. You tell him to go lie down and rest, and you'll join him when you've finished cleaning up.

The wrinkles on his forehead soften up, so does his gaze, and he nods.

"I... Alright, sweetheart. I'll be waiting. Don't take too long, okay?"

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cupcakeshakesnake · 13 days ago

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Is it weird that I actually *wouldn't* want to live in Stardew Valley IRL

The notion of a small, isolated rural town where everybody knows everybody unsettles me. Think of the implications.

There are many cases of young Koreans moving from the city to the countryside for a more relaxing life, only to experience extreme gatekeeping and unfriendliness from the residents - for example, they would enter their homes uninvited, demand that they share their crops, demand large amounts of money for "town upkeep", or in extreme cases, commit some sort of crime (i.e. assault) and conspire to keep it from the public. Eventually the young people would be driven back to the city where, yeah, it's polluted and cold and dry, but at least people mind their own business.

That's the kind of thing that ran through my mind as I played Stardew Valley.

Also it makes me think about the different attitudes towards consumerism/capitalism in Korea and the USA. A lot of Korean gamers (that I've seen) have a way more positive view on the Joja route, than, say, r/StardewValley. (I know this is just a fraction of the number of people that play the game, but hear me out.)

A lot of people put way more trust in chain stores and brand names than, Idk, whatever Pierre's got going on.

I have a lot of thoughts and not enough words.

Edit: Yeah actually what the FUCK do you mean I have to say hello to all twentysomething townspeople.

Edit: A lot of Americans seem to dislike Joja because it reminds them of Amazon, but Koreans are usually reminded of some other company that's not as notorious. So when they support Joja, they don't feel like they're selling out, they just feel like they're investing in a more stable infrastructure.

Edit: Off topic but I watched a streamer play SDV for the first time and he assumed all the broken glasses and wet newspapers were from Lewis getting rid of his rivals and hiding the evidence LOL

Edit: There is a widespread notion here that it is better to work for domestic conglomerates because they treat their employees better.

Edit: I may be wrong here but Amazon could disappear and the USA could keep existing, whereas Samsung disappearing may as well mean the end of South Korea. Koreans don't hate the CEO of Samsung as much as Americans hate Jeff Bezos, and even respect him. Something to think about.

Edit: Interestingly, South Korea isn't *pure* capitalism; it's even a bit hard to feel the brunt of it when some essential things like medical costs and certain food prices are controlled by the government.

Edit: There's something about isolation. Because Korea is so small, not a lot of regions are actually isolated. If people don't like a store in an area, they will simply go to another one in the next city over. You can go anywhere. You can traverse the entire country in several hours. On the other hand, the US is like a bunch of islands that are on land instead of the sea. Isolated communities separated by miles and miles of desert or corn fields or whatever else. It makes it easier for the so-hated "big companies" to monopolize over an area.

#snake talks #delete later

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burekforsatoru · 1 month ago

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fire up the night

sebastian (stardew valley)/f! reader | read it on ao3 sebastian just wants to go home… that is until you catch him by the door of the club, offering him something he can't refuse | inspired by the song fire up the night by new medicine wc: 5.2k tags: smut, spit play, piv sex, multiple orgasms masterlist

sebastian hates absolutely everything about this night.

the music is too loud and the dj keeps skipping to another song without properly mixing. sam, next to him, is having the absolute time of his life, headbanging to every single song, no matter how short, no matter how badly blended, if at all, into the next, no matter how many people bump into him and spill their drink over his shoes. sebastian's feet are sticking to the floor of the club, squelching as he tries to lift them, if anything just to keep moving them and not feel like he's stuck in quicksand.

looking over most people's heads, a perk of being slightly taller than average, he can see there's barely any space in the room, so many heads of different colors moving simultaneously, some pressed together, making out in the middle of the floor. he rolls his eyes, lighting another cigarette, continuing his coping habit of chain-smoking to feel something, to not feel awkward about his hands, to have a purpose, when a figure knocks into him. he's ready to shoot his meanest, most venomous glare their way, but the genuine smile, the apologetic eyes, and the hands that hold onto his elbow for balance catch him off guard.

"shit— i'm so sorry," you say, "fucking glass…" as you look down to where you tripped over someone's disgustingly discarded glass bottle clinking along the floor, he takes the moment to glance at your body, already unable to help but imagine what it would look like squished under him.

very quickly, he feels the back of his neck heating up as you remember to let go of his elbow, but not before he manages to drop the cigarette that dangled precariously from his parted lips.

"ah, fuck." sebastian looks away in embarrassment, stepping with the sticky sole of his shoe on the cigarette rolling across the floor before quickly taking out another, lighting it immediately in an attempt to get his hands busy and not think about what it would feel like if he could touch you.

"i— sorry about that as well…" you chuckle and with a look up at his flustered face, you turn and let yourself be led away by a friend making their way to the toilets.

a while later, sam is belting out the wrong lyrics to whatever stupid song is playing at the moment when sebastian realizes he's had enough. he's spent the past… however long, more than he would care to admit, thinking about the way your fingers held onto him like he was the only solid thing in the world. looking down, he notices there's enough put out cigarette butts on the sticky floor to make even him feel embarrassed, so he pulls on the sleeve of sam's jean jacket to get his attention. the blond doesn't seem too pleased to be pulled out of his zone, out of the vibe that's making his body move in such a natural, easy way, that sebastian feels almost jealous of his friend. he wishes, not for the first time, that he was able to relax around so many people the way his best friend does. he would love to actually enjoy these nights out, and not just for the first hour when the band they initially came to see is playing, but the ridiculous music afterwards, the filled up club, the push and pull of the crowd. he wishes he could stomach the alcohol, have something other than his cigarettes to help him let go and feel alive.

with a quick motion of his head, he nods toward the exit door, making sam's grin drop a little. he checks the time, quarter past two, and sighs. at least it's not only midnight like the last time sebastian asked to leave the club. that time, there was hardly any point in going if it was only for two hours for the concert. but sam always indulged him, always gave in, and not just because sebastian was his ride home. despite not being a fan of leaving so early, he understands the need for his friend to be away from people, so he doesn't argue, he tries not to show the wish that if only they could stay for a little while longer… maybe sebastian would be able to let go a little more.

they reach the exit, already feeling the breeze from the outside sneaking in through the door propped open by an empty beer bottle, when he hears someone calling out.

"hey bangs!" instinctively, he turns. stupid, he chastises himself, why would you turn to that stupid nickname? his dismay is quickly replaced with a confused, but excited curiosity. you push through the crowd to get to him, making his face redden for no reason. he can't stop his mind racing, his body reacting against his wishes. it's so stupid.

"bangs?" he repeats, cracking a cocky smile despite the way his brain is screeching at him. suddenly, there's nothing else around him but you and your amused smile, a self-satisfied little curve that proves your intention was to stop him in his tracks. well, congratulations, you did it.

"what is it, then?" you hold onto the wall for a moment, balancing yourself to lift your foot and pull out a piece of broken glass from the sole of your shoe. the casual way in which you manage to return to the conversation, or whatever has been happening between you, has him nearly stuttering. his focus is narrowed, and it ends with you, suddenly, he doesn't feel the weight of the mass of people surrounding him.

"is this how you planned on asking me for my name?" he pushes his hands into his jean pockets, feigning casualness when in fact his heart is doing somersaults and his mind is already starting to spiral, imagining how easy it would be to just push you to the wall behind you and kiss you until you give up your fearless front and admit you're desperate… because why else would you chase him down just to ask for his name?

"not smooth enough for your tastes, is it, bangs?" you joke, taking the step that's been separating you until now. he bends his head down slightly, smelling cigarette smoke and traces of perfume on your hair. you're bold, he notices, from the way you tug on his sleeve until he's bending down to allow you access to his ear. you cup your hand around it, making sure he can hear your next words.

"maybe i just wanna know what i'll be screaming later…" your cheekiness makes his breath hitch, his cheeks heat up, his heart hammer… there's no way he just heard what he thinks he did, right?

"you're bold, i'll give you that," he replies, not lifting his head, "so which version of sebastian do you think you'll be crying out?"

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

there's a sneaky little smile that creeps up onto your face as he plays along, so with one fluid movement, he steps forward, making you back up until your back meets the wall. the kiss is so sudden, you have no time to do anything other than reach up and tangle your hands into his hair. sebastian's lips seek out more of you, grabbing kiss after kiss while his hands grab for your hips, angling you so he can press his body against yours, caging you in because this is what you wanted, right? you wanted his attention, wanted to be a cheeky little brat that chased him down just as he was about to leave to put ideas into his head. and so he's playing along. he's indulging you, because it feels like he's coming back to life after being dormant for yoba knows how long. it feels like his stomach is burning with desire and life is blooming in his soul.

he doesn't even turn to look at sam as you push him away just to grab his hand and pull him through the main door, shivering with the sudden drop in temperature as the night air whips around you. the last thing he hears before the door shuts after him is sam shouting get it, seb, which would make him cringe if he wasn't currently on the way to your place, running hand in hand so fast that your feet barely touch the ground.

it's almost deadly, the way this anticipation makes him feel alive. he knows absolutely nothing about you, other than your name, that you're bold even when sober, and that he wants, more than anything he can imagine, to feel you shudder under his palms as he fucks you until you're nothing but a puddle of pleas and screams. he really wants to hear it, your soft lips letting out a scream that can only sound like his name.

quickly enough, before he can fully lose his mind, you pull him up across the porch and through the front door, nearly smashing it open with the desperation in both of you. his lips are on yours again, devouring every huff and breath he can, eating them up like he can't take a breath if it's not from your mouth. there are little moans already leaving you as his quick fingers start unzipping your jeans, tugging them down so violently that he's surprised they aren't ripping as he pulls them off your legs. clumsily, you step out of them, completely blindly trying to feel along the walls, trying to make sure you're going in the direction of the bedroom, but sebastian reaches down to grab the underside of your thighs and picks you up with little effort. your yelp dies in his mouth, in a fierce kiss with your tongues gliding together, warm breaths exchanging places.

he moves back, pressing you against the front door that slammed shut not even a full minute earlier. the wood creaks slightly as your back collides with it, but in the heat rising between you, the touches get grabbier, the kisses get shorter and interrupted by quick breaths as you try to undress.

your fingers tug on his hoodie, lifting the hem up and over his head before it lands somewhere on the floor, it doesn't fucking matter where. his hands dig into your bare thighs, just taking the time, while you rush his zipper, to feel your skin under his palms. it's what he's imagined from the very second you held onto him for balance, looking up at him with those eyes that he simply cannot wait to see as they roll back into your skull when he finally feels your cunt squeeze him tightly.

you groan once his jeans and boxers are falling down, helped by one of his hands that he reluctantly removes from the plush skin of your thigh that fits so perfectly against his palm. he steps out of them, now perfectly positioned to grind his hard cock against the thin fabric of your panties already getting wet with arousal. he pulls them aside, his brain fizzling out with just a glance at your slick, puffy folds right there, so ready, so fucking gorgeous.

"come on then," he drawls, lowering his head to bite your jaw, grazing it with his teeth as he makes his way down to your neck, "you were gonna say my name, yeah?"

"oh, but you gotta earn that, bangs." you grin, flashing your teeth at the ceiling as your head leans back in the pleasure of having your neck kissed so sloppily.

his lips pull into a smirk against your neck and he trails them back to your lips, catching them into another searing kiss, feeling like you've done this a million times before, far from the reality in which you only kissed not even an hour ago.

"oh I think I'm earnin' it, actually…" he chuckles against your skin, licking a stripe on your neck before attaching his lips and sucking a bruise into it. "…mmm I think I am, you're soaking wet already. now whom might that be for, hm?"

"don't get too big headed, bangs, you haven't even fu— ohhhh—"

your snarky little comment is promptly cut off by a squelching noise of your sopping pussy sucking in his cock. if he wasn't so twitchy from the first contact with your squeezing cunt, he would keep the snarky comments going, but it's heaven pressed against the heavy wooden door. he can't look away from how your chest rises rapidly, are you seriously struggling?

he pulls his hips back and pushes in again, feeling your velvety insides tighten around his cock as he starts off slowly, giving himself time as he lowers one hand to tug off your shirt. it's offending his eyes, covering up your perfect tits from his view. with a quiet plop, it lands somewhere on the floor, maybe joining your jeans, maybe disappearing into the void, who gives a shit… the only thing that matters is the warmth your sweet, needy little cunt provides as sebastian pushes harder into you, pressing his large palms on the flat of the door, caging you in as he starts ruthlessly fucking you while your legs tighten their hold on his waist.

your eyes shut tightly, teeth tug on the bottom lip desperately as he presses your back against the door. the sweet, honeyed moans that squeeze through your teeth are almost immediately swallowed by his heavy grunts, the sweaty skin sliding, body against body, hips slamming against hips in a mess of desire and sheer greed.

sebastian's grunts nearly have you contracting around him already, the animalistic need with which his cock hits your sweetest spots twists your insides, makes you claw at his back with the intensity never felt before. and he can feel it, he can tell you're struggling to keep the sugary whines inside your throat, so he attaches his lips to it, messily nipping at your skin.

reddened bruises bloom in the wake of his lips, creating a pattern of your fiery need, a reminder that will be with you for days, he can only imagine. his fist bangs on the door, veins popping along that pale forearm as his other hand lowers to grip your hip hard, fingertips digging into your soft skin as if there will never be a point where you're close enough to him. he tries to pull you against him harder, rougher, faster as he groans into your neck, hearing you finally release that lip from your teeth and cry out for him.

what a melody, what a noise that rips through his entire body, from the top of his head down to his toes, making his cock twitch inside you, so bravely continuing his punishing pace while you tighten around him and cum in an electric shudder that shakes his palm gripping your leg.

"se— oh fuck— fuckfuckfuuuck seb— ahhh" you groan, rolling those eyes into the back of your skull, seeing stars inside of your own head explode with the intensity of your orgasm.

"mhm… there it is," his cocky voice vibrates against your neck as he licks over the latest bruise he leaves there, "it's just seb, huh? don't have any more syllables in you?"

he knows you'd wipe that cheeky smirk off his face if only you had more control of your own body, but the puddle he's reducing you to is just as pliant and willing as he's hoped. he just knows you'd give him a hard time, and he would love it so fucking much, sebastian wants to know how you'd make him chase after you, grovel at your feet, make him roll over like a good puppy… but at this crucial point the only thing he's able to do is keep pushing his cock deep inside you, lead you to another orgasm, maybe another two, until he can't feel his legs anymore and has to be removed from your warm cunt.

in response to his teasing, you're groaning in exasperation, but still gasping for air. holding onto his back, your nails dig into his skin leaving crescent moon indents as he hikes you up higher against the door, but your legs aren't strong enough to keep yourself up clinging to his hips anymore. noticing you slipping, sebastian pulls you away from the door and turns, getting on his knees while keeping his palms firmly against your ass. slowly, not pulling out because it would be a crime, he lays you down on the floor, too eager to give a shit about comfort, the only thing on his spiraling mind is finding a way to keep thrusting into your weeping cunt, keep it fluttering around his cock, quickly getting addicted to your grip on his back.

within seconds, he's rolling his hips into you again, pinning you to the floor in desperation as your electric moans and whines fuel him further. he's getting cocky, despite the way his eyes close in pleasure, unable to keep those heavy lashes open. and it's certainly not helping him how your thighs press against his sides, keeping him sandwiched between them as he's been imagining himself from the moment you bumped into him at the club. his pelvis meets yours repeatedly, followed by the lewd noises of your cunt sucking him in, so wet, dripping, slippery as he glides in and hits your perfect spot, the one that has you curling your toes and whimpering his name in a hundred different ways.

by now, it's the only word that matters, the only one he wants you to know, the only word that should spin in your mind as he gives you exactly what you need. sebastian and—

"more— mmmph more, please!" you cry out, lifting your tear-stuck eyelashes to see his parted lips spreading into a grin, making his grunts and moans louder as he looks down at the state of you on the floor, pinned down by his nimble hand.

"oh yeah?" he leans in to steal a wet kiss from your bitten lips, "beg for it…"

groaning straight into his mouth, just before you throw your head back to meet his palm that shields it from hitting the floor, you curse, slipping in a few choice words with his name as he slows down his thrusts. brutally so, since you're already clenching around him again, on the precipice of another orgasm, and he feels it. it's the pitch of your voice in his ear, it's the way your thighs try to close against his sides, it's the sinful wetness of your pussy that just can't keep quiet with his thick cock diving back inside for more. but he's so mean, rolling those hips slower and slower until you do what he wants, until you're clawing at his back, trying to grip him harder to move him yourself. until you're lifting your hips to meet his thrusts, until you're crying real tears for him, in such a state of despair that his ego rises almost before your very eyes, no matter how barely open and tear-filled they are.

"n-no come on, jus'…" you barely start stuttering those precious words, trying to get out of begging, when his hand lands a smack against the side of your ass, stinging the flesh before he does it again.

"good girls do what they're asked, especially if they wanna cum again." those words are cold, but his breath on your lips is hot. sebastian hovers his mouth just out of reach for you, a branch bearing the juiciest fruit just high enough so you can't grab it and smear it over your lips. the tantalizing distance, so close but so far away, enough to feel and taste his breath, not enough to drink in the moans gathering on his tongue. "you do wanna cum again, don't you, pretty?"

he sees the attempt of defiance in your face, going through a loop of trying to bite back your words, bite back the chuckle that dies in your throat, never managing to quite get past the back of your mouth, but what does make it out is a loud, needy whine that almost makes him completely buckle under the weight of your desperation. it makes him slam his hips against yours a little harder, digging the head of his cock once again into you right where it presses into your soft spot.

"shit, don't do that…" he moans out, feeling you clench around him again, feeling the slower pace just as good once you can get used to it. rolling his hips into you a little harder, he leans down and gives you the kiss you've been reaching for, messy, wet, leaving you even more breathless than before, but as he pulls back, a glob of saliva lands into your mouth from his tongue.

seeing you swallow it so readily is like a punch to the gut, it kicks the air from his lungs and he stutters in his movements. oh, he wasn't expecting you to be so filthy, but now that your mouth is open again, tongue only slightly poking past your teeth, he feels his skin getting warmer again.

"oh, you dirty fucking thing…" sebastian lowers his head again, sticking his tongue out to watch a string of saliva starting from the tip end on your pink tongue. he stares at the way you roll it into your mouth and open up again, thirsty for more. "want more? told ya to beg for it."

he doesn't relent, holding his spit back as a hostage, making you squirm under him as you look up with your eyes slightly more open now. he's having way too much fun, still rolling his damn hips too slow, slower than before, wanting to make you dissolve under him, pinned to your own damn floor under his warming body. you huff, swallowing your own saliva in absence of his, opening your eyes more and more, looking at the way his dark hair falls to the side of his cocky face. attempting your best doe-eyed, pleading, manipulative look, you purposely quiver your bottom lip, pouting ever so slightly before inhaling softly.

"please, sebastian… give me more?" your voice comes out sweet and soft, almost enough to make him melt and relent. almost.

"more what?" his grin widens, hips almost unmoving as your cunt tries to keep him in.

"more… fuck me more, please? please please please, i wanna cum again, wanna cum soooo badly please…" a little whine in your voice, a little bit of that princess attitude and he's done.

almost like a full stop to your sentence, his hips speed up, slamming into you once again. and your eyes roll back, exposing the whites before you shut them tightly, biting your lip again, trying not to scream out so soon, but damn your cunt can't take it quietly. so slippery, so sopping wet it grips him tight and you have to cry to relieve the pressure building in your abdomen. nails dragging down his flesh as your ankles cross behind his lower back, his hips stutter but keep the pace as his balls smack against your ass, wet with the juices your sweet pussy can't stop leaking.

"wasn't so hard, now, was it?" he breathes against your mouth again, chuckling briefly before pulling another kiss from your pouting lips, "and now you got to cum again. be polite, say thank you."

your voice comes back in between shallow breaths, coming down from another high with bright lights behind your eyes. "tha— mmm thank you, s-sebastian."

it makes him chuckle, your sweet little words as you obey him. so far from the teasing, cocky little shit you were being before he stuffed you full of his cock and made you into his pretty little toy that's content even against the door or on the cold, hard floor. as long as you're full of him, as long as his thickness is thrusting into you and pushing all your buttons, you're happy to drool and moan his name.

"there we go, pretty thing, wasn't so hard, right?" his lips trail down to your jaw, down to your neck, down to leave a tasty bruise on your collarbone so red that he sees it even in the semi-darkness. "now you're gonna give me one more, okay?"

"h-huh?" you blink, lifting your head slightly to chase after his lips for one more kiss but he pulls away, lifting himself up on one hand as the other grips your plump thigh and lifts it higher, changing the angle so he can get even deeper inside you.

"one. more. you can do that, right? you can be good for me and cum one more time, for me?" when he puts it like that, there's not a single defiant thought in that pretty little head of yours, and it makes him smile briefly before slamming his hips rougher once more, making you whimper from the impact.

"f-fuck that's g-good…" your broken up voice is barely audible, barely reaches his ears as you try to breathe, his rough thrusts make it difficult to form thoughts, that much is clear from your blank expression.

"just good, hm? gonna have to up my game for you?" he chuckles, nipping your earlobe before pressing your thigh higher, hiking your knee over his shoulder as he fucks into you deeper, enjoying the way your eyes roll back again and again, your lips pop open to let out little gasps and fractions of his name. it's like a puzzle for him, like a game of trying to get you to say every syllable of his name he can then put into the correct order, peppering them onto your neck with sloppy kisses and bites.

"n-no aaah— please, more, more… don't stop, please baby don't stop, don't st—" you trail off, but from the way your warm cunt is fluttering around him, sebastian knows what it means. it's telling him to keep it going, to keep hitting that sweet spot inside you, to keep gliding his cock in and out of you until you're limp in his arms and all your pretty lips can manage is a string of his name and thank you. fuck, he wants you to fall in love, he wants you to be as obsessed with him as much as he is with your pliant body, with your tight little cunt that takes him in so willingly, with your filthy mouth, with your dirty little tongue that readily takes his spit. once more, as if to prove his own mind right, he lets his saliva trail from his tongue as he watches your lips part almost as if conditioned to do so at the sight of his spit. you swallow it, rolling your blushing lips together, enjoying it, savoring.

"yeah… yeah i'll give you more, pretty… you deserve it." he leans in to kiss those soft lips once more before lifting himself up again, taking a better look at your body, at the tits bouncing as he thrusts into you, at the flushed cheeks that would look so good if they were pressed against his thigh and bulging with his cock… but for now he's good with taking your legs into his hands and pushing them against your chest, getting into you as deep as he can, focusing his eyes first on your dripping pussy, that noisy little thing squelching as he ruts into her, parting those slippery folds with his thickness all the way to the base, and then looks up at your flushed face.

and he can't get enough, the sweet pout of your lips as you repeat his name like a mantra, seb, seb, sebastian, mmmm seb, the scrunch of your nose as you squish that pretty face in pleasure. the tears trailing down the sides of your face, those tears that he'll kiss later, when you're nothing but a babbling mess, when he can finally lie down and show you he can also be affectionate. affectionate… he shakes the thought out of his head for now, instead taking another look to see how his cock disappears into your cunt, how it's squeezing him so tight he wonders how he hasn't finished yet, you're so warm it's almost too good to be true.

sebastian picks up the pace, feeling himself come so close to finishing now, all it takes is one… more… fucking…

"seb! fuuuuuuck," your high pitched scream shakes him to his core, makes his movements falter for a second, the pace going out the window and his knees nearly slip on the hard floor underneath.

"mmmph shit—" he gasps out as he reaches his orgasm, shaking with the intensity of the pleasure while pumping you full of his white, sticky cum. your warm little cunt tightens around him one final time, accepting all of his release as he groans, leaning one cheek against your calf, resting his heated face. oh it's perfect, the slickness of your velvety walls, the hot sponginess of your insides gripping his cock, keeping him inside like they want him to stay. he collapses forward, landing on his forearms on the sides of your head before leaning down to bury his face into your neck. it's sweet, warm and a little sweaty from going through three orgasms, ending up in a scream of his name, exactly what you said you wanted earlier.

challenge passed i guess, he thinks, looking down at your face, the blush now spread all over it, looking so soft he could just kiss every inch of your skin. he settles for your lips. slowly, softly, letting you breathe, he presses his lips against yours and just… relaxes.

your body shakes slightly under him. opening his eyes, he realizes your eyelashes are slightly fluttering open and you're chuckling, the sweetest creases appearing on the bridge of your nose.

"i like it!" you say, voice going back to normal after so much breathiness in his ear.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

your fingers snap in front of his face, and in an instant he's on his feet, once again surrounded by people, the smell of sweat and smoke in the air and you… fully dressed standing one step in front of him with that cheeky smile tugging on your lips.

"you okay?" you ask, raising a brow and leaning in to get him to lower his head again so you can speak into his ear, "i said i like your name, bet it would sound nice echoing in my bedroom!"

sebastian feels his face redden, realizing he's been standing here like an idiot when you're practically throwing yourself at him, being so damn forward and open, and all he's done is get in his head and fantasize about what it would be like to have you…

"sorry, yeah… maybe you should— maybe we should test that theory." he saves the situation, and, seeing the smirk on your lips widen, together with a thumbs up from sam as he tilts his head to the side, sebastian sighs in relief.

hearing that little giggle from your lips, the one he's been imagining until now, he knows the night is about to get so much better. you take his hand and wave at your friends, that devious little smile being the last thing he sees before he shivers entering the darkness outside. he would question himself, think twice about whether or not this is a good idea, if he wasn't currently on the way to your place, running hand in hand so fast that your feet barely touch the ground.

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frostedsugarcookiehearts · 2 months ago

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perny. comfortstreamer!reader

perny who is loved by the girls, the gays, + the theys. she streams about twice a week + her main platforms are pinterest, tiktok + twitch! she has a youtube, but she uses it for lifestyle content + "day in the life" videos + her tiktok is mostly the same thing, plus the occasional trend!

perny who mostly streams stardew valley, animal crossing, unpacking, minecraft + the sims. she's actually mostly known for her hello kitty island adventure playthrough (since she's the most popular streamer to stream the game), but sometimes she boots up powerwashing simulator (it relaxes them) + legend of zelda breath of the wild. also every other month she has a super mario 64 playthrough for the nostalgia where she answers questions from chat. well-known for her baking streams, her barbie marathon w/ ted nivison, + playing hello kitty adventure with charlie slimecicle + jschlatt! (how you convinced schlatt to play, no one will never know)

perny who lives in zurich, switzerland. she hates the cold + the time difference away from all her friends is unbearable!! but that's just how it is for them, lots of discord calls at 4am for them + watching american streamer's "morning streams" when it is nowhere near morning for them!

perny who has her little quirks, some of which have been compiled + made into youtube compilations. she won't eat on stream, if she does eat she'll deliberately do it away from the camera. always sits with at least one her legs hugged to her chest. takes internet drama SUPER seriously (which are never actually about reader, but more that she hangs out with schlatt who is 'controversial' + things like that). wears matching friendship bracelets with her favorite streamer friends. has pink-post it notes all over her setup. when nervous, she reapplies her lipgloss. her name's pernilla, but she goes by perny online.

fics under comfortstreamer!reader:

you're a part time lover + a full time friend!

to live for the hope of it all!! <3

i wanna live inside your mind, next to your favorite songs

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heartbeatlicense · 2 years ago

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★ video games with your bllk boyfriend

started playing hello kitty island adventure so yeah you can say i’m quite the gamer

y’all would definitely be that couple. you know the ones with the matching users and icons in almost every damn game you play together. lowkey making everyone else gag whenever you two speak in the voice chat. constantly surprising each other with merch of your favorite characters. always doing gacha pulls together.

he never wants to do his daily check-ins without you, even if he has a wait a while for you to get on the game. too many times have you guys accidentally pulled all-nighters because you completely lost track of time. but who really needs to stay fully awake in school when you got shit to play with your amazing boyfriend.

★- NAGI SEISHIRO, ikki niko, otoya eita, hiori yo,

has the worst gamer rage you’ve ever seen holy shit. what you thought was going to be a chill nice hangout with your bf turned into him cursing out an entire lobby. you’ve always known that your boyfriend could have quite the… attitude problem but jesus christ the words that flew out his mouth were truly something else.

even when you two are playing against each other, you ain’t getting a pass just because you’re his lover. he will destroy you. so uh yeah no more mario kart for a while. just relaxing chill games from now on.

though he somehow manages to find a way to make stardew valley an profit driven stressful capitalist hell but he really can’t help it. it’s just in his blood.

★- rin itoshi, isagi yoichi (when he gets really into it), RAICHI JINGO, shidou ryusei

doesn’t really care to play video games but does enjoy watching you play instead. usually sits right next to you on the couch or lays in bed as he watches. he also asks so many questions about the game that it becomes borderline distracting.

“what’s that? hmm ok… so what’s going on exactly?” “who’s that? why are they shooting at you?” “so what’s the goal here? why are you doing that?”

after watching you play for a bit, he becomes an absolute backseat player; nitpicking a wrong move you made, telling you what you should’ve done instead, or criticizing you whenever you lose like he could’ve done any better???

“well if you used your burst right when it was ready, you would’ve gotten all three stars in that chamber.”

“what are you talking about?! i had to explain to you what a burst was five minutes ago.”

though it feels pretty flattering when he does get genuinely impressed by your skills or compliments you on a personal high score you just beat.

★- sae itoshi, kiyora jin, michael kaiser, reo mikage, barou shoei, chigiri hyoma

totally clueless. needs your help since he’s basically new to everything. whenever you two play together, it mostly just ends with you carrying him for every match or so. you do find it quite adorable that he needs your help so often, even if you do have to clean up after him whenever he makes a mistake. he would like to get better but honestly, he doesn’t care since he just enjoys spending time with you.

though you are starting to suspect that he’s purposely staying bad so you could keep carrying him.

“hey, i’m cool with being the support again for this match. it’s just you clear out the other team so well babe.”

★- tokimitsu, nanase, oliver aiku(cheeky ass mf), zantetsu tsurugi, isagi yoichi

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s0urlemone · 3 months ago

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A night ☾ - Stardew Valley headcanon

About what happens when you don’t play for a long time, but it’s soft.

Warning! there’s typos probably don’t judge me

I’ve read many stories and hcs about what happens in Pelican Town when you, the player, don’t touch the game for a long time - the panic that fills all the inhabitants when they realise the farmer they’ve grown to love so much has suddenly disappeared leaving no trace, clothes covered in dirt still in the dresser and all their belongings intact all over their little house that Robin has spent so much time restoring for them. They might’ve left a spouse behind, too, and said spouse can’t accept their sudden departure. Is it their fault? Were they not good enough for you? The thought of Shane starting to drink again or Alex bitterly wondering if he’s destined to be miserable as his father loved to remind him is heartbreaking.

But my headcanon is a little softer, wholesome even.

When you pick up the game in the morning, after saving it just a couple of hours prior, you wake up in your bed with your spouse by your side, ready to start a new day, to feed your animals and scratch your kitties’ ears, to water the crops and gallop through the city to help your neighbours with their quests.

So I imagine that when you’re not playing, it’s simply nighttime.

An endless night where your spouses can snuggle up with the farmer. Where they can share whispered, soft little secrets in the cozy sheets, the fireplace crackling in the background. A night to dance with Emily in front of the jukebox, her laughter filling the living room as she swirls around with her “two-left-feet” spouse. You stop twirling around only when you place your lips on hers to distract her from your lack of skill, both of you smiling into the kiss. Or to hear Elliott’s soothing voice read his latest writing - and he always gets a little bit nervous about it, even though he knows he’s in a safe space and you would never judge him or his work in an offensive manner. He keeps you with your head on his stomach as he sits up straight in bed, his fingers running through your hair.

A night where you and Maru sit out under the porch, a fuzzy blanket over your shoulders and a cup of scorching coffee to warm up your hands and keep you from falling asleep after 2 am as she regulates her telescope to watch the stars with you. Where Leah, sitting at the kitchen table in silence as you do the dishes, draws a quick sketch of your side profile - she does that a lot lately - in the golden light of the lamp, the colour of your eyes making her heart skip a beat every time.

A night where Sebastian can hold his sleepy spouse on his lap as he finishes working on a project for his demanding client, his left hand lazily stroking your back as you rest your head on his shoulder. He loves to place kisses on your forehead, so soft that it seems like a butterfly has just brushed your skin with its wings. Where you and Alex share a tray of fresh baked cookies, a new recipe from his grandmother, as you binge watch a show on the tv - you usually try to keep the television out of the bedroom, but sometimes you two can get so lazy he just brings in the one you keep in the living room so you can snuggle up under the sheets.

A night where Hailey sits on your lap, wearing one of your “dirty” shirts, as she grumbles about the fact you don’t take care of your skin enough, her soft, pretty hands applying creams on your face as you try to steal a kiss every now and then, only to be reprimanded - and then, eventually, granted what you want. Where Harvey timidly massages your sore shoulders, his strong, delicate hands lingering a couple of seconds more because he loves the sweet intimacy of the moment you’re sharing. And he loves when you finally get to relax, because he gets to relax too when he’s not worrying and fussing over your recklessness.

A night where Penny asks you advices about what topic she should teach Vincent and Jas next, her auburn locks out of her ponytail as you massage her scalp and run your fingers through it to help her relax a little. She leans back and places her head against your belly, the sight of you in the vanity mirror making her blush. Or where you and Abigail make a mess in the bathroom because you’re trying to dye her hair of a new shade of purple where the roots are starting to grow in a lovely brown colour. The problem is, you can’t stop sharing kiss after kiss and now your clothes are full of dye, too.

A night where Sam gets to rest on your chest, lulled by the soothing rhythm of your breathing. He can’t help but crack jokes in the dark, but as the night gets deeper, he finds himself completely engulfed into your warmth, the comfort you radiate making him finally feel safe. And Shane finds that same comfort in your embrace, your arms like an indestructible shield from all the shadows of his past. He’s like a scared cat into your arms, searching for your touch, in a night so endless he will never be afraid again.

I love the angst too, but I am feeling really emotional lately and I wanted to share something soft. 💗

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teashellscape · 1 year ago

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Harvey x reader: massages (minors dni)

Pairing: sdv Harvey x reader

Synopsis: after a rough, long day on the farm Harvey decides he wants to give you a nice massage with a happy ending.

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS DNI), smut, fluffy smut, reader described as having a vagina, massage with a happy ending, oral (reader receiving), toys being used (reader receiving).

Word count: 2.37k

You trudge your way back into the farmhouse, body burning and aching all over; it was always a long day when you had to move heavy stuff about the farm, despite how much you love your work, you always hated those days. Especially when those days occurred mid summer. You walk in and spot your husband over in the kitchen drinking a glass of wine and you slump down on one of the armchairs in the room. You close your eyes and lean your head back before hearing Harvey's footsteps come closer, he places his hands on your shoulders and gives them a nice firm squeeze. "You look like you could use a good massage tonight." He says lowly and gives you a kiss on the head.

"Mmm that would be nice." You look up at him with a small smile and he leans down and plants a kiss on your lips.

"Okay, go upstairs and lay down, I'll be up in a minute." He says giving you one more kiss before you stand up and make your way over to the stairs. "Do you want a glass of wine honey?" He calls over.

"Oo yes please!" Once you get into your shared bedroom you sit on the bed and begin stripping off leaving on just your panties, you can't be bothered to put anything away neatly so just throw your clothes across the room into a pile, you then proceed to lay on your stomach with your head being cradled by your arms. Your body exposed to the elements, there's a slight chill in the air giving you small goosebumps. It's a great feeling after being in the sweltering heat all day. You hear Harvey's footsteps coming up the stairs and smile to yourself. He enters the room and you turn around and sit up grabbing your glass of wine from him and taking a nice long sip as he lights a couple of candles.

"Lucky for you, that new massage oil that I ordered arrived today. It's lavender scented." He smiles placing the small bottle on the bed next to you. He plants a kiss on your lips and takes your wineglass, placing it on one of the coasters on your bedside table. You take this as your queue to lay back down. You roll over onto your front and Harvey starts straddling you, you feel the cool oil drip onto your skin and flinch slightly. Harvey chuckles and begin to rub slow, heavy circles on your back making you immediately relax and begin to loosen up.

"Oh wow, god I love it when you give me massages, you have such incredible hands." You moan out feeling all your shoulder muscles contracting and relaxing.

Harvey chuckles and you can practically see that wide smile without even looking behind you. “Well I am a doctor, I should hope I’m good with my hands.” You chuckle to yourself and start to relax even more under the man’s god like hands. “Okay, you want to sit up darling? I can give you a nice shoulder massage them.” He stops what he’s doing and climbs off of you allowing you to sit up. You once again feel that nice, cold oil drip onto your shoulders and Harvey’s firm hands begin to rub. Harvey starts to get closer to you, so close you start to feel his warm breath against the back of your neck. You could feel the goosebumps popping up one by one on your skin and heat begin to pool in your panties. “Mm you have such smooth skin honey, you know that?”

“I do now.” You moan out, chuckling slightly. Harvey keeps getting closer and you can feel his brown curly hair tickling the side of your head. His head turns and you can feel his teeth graze your ear, he slowly moves down and leaves light pecks on your neck. “I love you Harvey.” You whisper to him, placing your hand on top of his on your shoulder. You turn around to face him and he leaves a soft kiss on your lips.

He stays nose to nose with you, “I love you too darling.” He kisses you again with those soft lips. You put your arms around his neck deepening the kiss, every now and then feeling his teeth graze lightly against your lips, slowly without breaking the kiss you both fall backwards onto the bed, Harvey caging your head between his arms. You slip your hands under his shirt, moving them up and down his back slowly, not wanting to miss one bit of his soft skin. You both pull away and take a deep breath, both of you panting slightly. Harvey moves to your neck while he waits for you to catch your breath, licking, sucking and kissing lightly up and down. One of your hands leaves from under his shirt moving upwards to start playing with his soft curls. He leans up and kisses you on the nose making you giggle and him smile before diving back into a deep kiss.

You begin to unbutton his shirt and rub your hands up and down his chest and stomach before wrapping your arms back around his neck. He pulls away quickly to discard of his shirt before giving you a peck on the lips, then your jaw, then neck, collarbone, both your breasts, and starts to leave multiple kisses on your stomach, all while massaging your thighs with his big hands. The deep massage makes you begin to moan again quietly making Harvey smile against your abdomen,. He continues to leave kisses on your soft stomach and nipping at the sensitive parts, while his hand moves up from your thigh to your little bundle of nerves, he starts rubbing slow circles through the fabric of your panties making you mewl and move your hand back to his head tangling in his curls.

Harvey stops kissing your stomach and is smiling against your skin, his eyes looking up focused completely on you. “Do you want me to keep moving down darling?” He says in a low slightly gruffer voice than usual which makes your legs begin to tingle. You can only nod in agreement, his hand already making quick work on you. His finger starts to slowly trace circles around your entrance making you clench, begging for some friction down there. He plants a light kiss on your vagina over your panties and hooks his fingers round them slipping down your legs; slowly he slips his middle finger in and starts to curl it upwards in slow gentle motions, making you whine out. And then his tongue begins to work, lapping up your juices making slow circles on your clit, he sometimes stops and moves in closer to suck on it and lets out moans to add vibrations sending you crazy under his touch.

“Oh fuck Harvey, feels so good-“ you moan out, your legs wrapping around his head and your hand making a tighter grip in his hair. The doctor slowly inserts a second finger, quickening the pace of the curling motion while adding thrusting to the mix, you close your eyes in absolute bliss feeling your heart pounding out of your chest. Harvey pulls away for a second causing you to tangle your hand more in his hair and try and push him back, he chuckles.

“Fucking insatiable-“ he mutters through a smile. “Be patient darling.” He pulled his fingers out and made his way over to your bedside drawer pulling out a dildo and some lube. He makes his way back over to you and dribbles some cold lube onto your already dripping cunt. He slowly begins inserting the toy into your entrance and starts to thrust it in and out in slow, agonising motions. Harvey dips his head back down and continues to use his god like tongue on your bundle of nerves while continuing to thrust the dildo in and out stretching you out, ready for him.

“Oh fuck, oh shit.” You moan out feeling that hot knot building in your stomach. You didn’t even have to wait for it to explode, you felt your legs start shaking, Harvey wrapping his arm around one of them in attempt to calm the shaking. The orgasm felt like it lasted forever before he pulled the dildo out and started pulling down his own trousers, letting his erection spring free from his boxers. You watch him with half lidded walk over to the draw slowly pumping his dick in his hand, he grabs a condom from the drawer that he got the dildo from, rips it open and slides it onto his length. He climbed back on top, you wrap your legs around his torso and tangle your fingers in his brown curly locks to pull him in for deep kiss.

Harvey buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing your shoulder, you feel his teeth grazing your skin as he begins to insert himself into you. You both let out a mix of a sighs and moans and he stays there for a moment to give you time to adjust. Once you’ve adjusted you start to shift your hips trying to thrust him in and out yourself, the doctor lets out a quiet chuckle against your shoulder and begins to slide himself in and out and a slow comfortable pace letting out soft moans while doing so. “Oh fuck.” Harvey whispers against your skin. You both let out quiet moans and Harvey starts to bite down lightly on yours shoulder as he makes his thrusts harder but not changing the pace. You gasp and start to run your fingernails down his back, stopping eventually to grab onto his shoulders, still digging your nails in slightly.

“Shit-” Harvey moans out, keeping his head buried deep in the crook of your neck, leaving light kisses and sucks in his wake. You both moan, whine and mewl in unison. Harvey balances himself on one arm and snakes one hand back down to your clit and starts slowly toying with the tiny sweet spot. The doctor moves his head from the crook of your neck to kiss you, a long steamy kiss with you biting down on his lip every now and again making him moan out. The way he fucks you, it’s like he’s worshiping every part of your body like you’re his own personal god. You start to feel a knot tightening in your stomach and you can tell Harvey’s close too when his circles around your clit begin to speed up, trying desperately to get you to cum before he does. And fuck does it work. You feel your entire body start to shake, especially your legs; it’s so intense you’re seeing stars.

“Fuck! Harvey, oh shit!” You close your eyes tight and ride out the high, as Harvey does the same. His head is again buried into your shoulder and he bites down hard onto it moaning out loud, the action only brings more pleasure to your already incredible orgasm.

Once the high dies down you just stay there for a minute, Harvey rises from your shoulder again and leaves a light peck on your lip before pulling out. Nothing is said yet, nothing needs to be said yet. He gets up and disposes of the condom before lying next to you on your bed, you both turn to look at each other and for a moment just stare into each others eyes, smiling. “Are you okay? Aching at all?” He asks moving his hand to lightly caress your cheek. You shake your head. “Good, why don’t we go and get a nice bath to get cleaned up?” He asks and knows the answer as soon as he sees the look on your face.

“Do you want me to run it?” You ask.

“No honey, I’ve got it, you keep relaxing.” He sits up. “I love you.” He leaves another soft kiss on your lips and gets up to go into the bathroom.

“I love you too.”

Harvey’s head pokes back round the door frame. “Oh darling, don’t forget your wine.” He smiles making you giggle.

“I won’t!”

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velvetlilith777 · 5 months ago

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Fighting Frostbite

Elliott x Fem Reader

18+ NSFW 🌨️ MDNI

Author's Note: heheheeheeeee I saw this post on Pinterest and knew our favorite author would be perfect for the plot! <3 I hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: A ruthless blizzard has made its way into Stardew Valley, separating you from your beloved poet. When enough is enough and Elliott makes the trek to your farmhouse, his hands get a little too cold...

Disclaimer: I am not someone who subscribes to the popular idea that Elliott isn't rough in bed! That man loves you, and he's gonna give it to you 🫶🏻

CW/TW: there's really a plot here if you squint but it's actually just full on smut, unprotected p in v, oral (male receiving), deep throating, hand job (female receiving), the poet is hung your honor, praise kink baddies rise, frostbite mentioned but not legit

Minors and ageless blogs do not interact! You will be blocked.

Word Count: ~1.9k

Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws (trees) and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more (snow) 🖤

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Smut under the cut!

The forecast had been bleak. Well into the deep of winter now, meteorologists had been warning of a vicious snow storm moving in for weeks, with temperatures falling well below freezing. Yesterday she came in fast and with a fury, burying the valley in feet of snow with no sign of stopping in the coming days.

But farm work stopped for nothing, the weight from the snowpack breaking and warping some of the older fencing you hadn't been able to replace yet, having to repair holes you weren't aware were causing drafts in your barns, troubleshooting a broken heater and of course, feeding and caring for the dozens of little lives you kept on your property.

It had been a long, arduous and frigid day, all you wanted was to run a hot bath, warm your skin and relax your muscles. So that's what you did, adding some lavender epsom salt as water fell from the faucet and lighting a few candles to set the mood. You finally sink into the steaming water, skin tingling with warmth as your mind lulls off.

Elliott on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to see you. He knew the weather was bad and you had been busy because of it, but it had been days since you’d been able to see each other. Deciding that enough was enough, he bundled himself in his thick, wool coat and scarf before heading out into the bitter climate. It had been too long since he’d seen his muse, so if a trek through heaps of snow was what separated the two of you, then he’d certainly do it.

Creaks cry out from the old hinges on the farmhouse door, causing your eyes to pop open. You aren’t expecting anyone, but your mind eases when you hear a familiar, deep voice call out.

“Hello?”

Elliott. It’s just Elliott.

“In here!” You melodically call.

“Oh, there you are my love. Staying warm?” His face flush from his trek in the outside elements.

“Trying.” You rest your head and arms on the side of the tub, looking up at the writer fondly. “My heater is struggling to keep up but the water is nice.”

“It looks like it,” He lets out a hearty chuckle at the steam still dissipating in the air as he places his scarf and coat on the counter next to your sink.

Elliott kneels down beside the tub, placing a kiss on your temple as he does so.

“So sorry for arriving unannounced, darling. I simply missed you too much to wait for this storm to pass before seeing you again.” He coos, reaching his hand to cup your cheek.

“Elliott!” You jump at his icy touch. “You’re freezing!”

Taking his hand in yours, you begin to examine his skin. Cherry red flush colors his knuckles and finger tips.

“I don't think it’s frostbite,” you remark, “ but just in case.” In one swift motion you shove his hands into the water next to you. The redhead sucks in a breath through his teeth, flesh burning at the sudden change in temperature. “You should've worn gloves, handsome.”

He chuckles. “Yes I suppose I should've. An unfortunate oversight on my part. I was just in such a rush to get here that I forgot.”

Your brows furrow. “Elliott, you have to take care of yourself for me. What if you lost all of your fingers to frostbite?”

Pulling a hand out of the water and placing it gently between the thighs near your knees, he squeezes the chub lovingly.

“Have I told you that I missed you already?”

“You may have mentioned it.” Your saccharine voice tails off.

“Let me say it again” his voice low, “because I really, really missed you sweetheart.”

Elliott catches your lips in a sensual kiss, his movements slow but firm. Eventually, his tongue pushes through your lips and begins dancing with your own. Your arms wrap around his neck, in an effort to pull him closer despite the tub wall separating the two of you. His hand kneading at the flesh of your leg harder now, sending heat rushing down to your core. A whine finds its way from your throat to his mouth, a growl leaving his in response.

The author pulls away from your lips, dragging your bottom lip for a moment with his. You stare into each other's eyes, mesmerized by your lust.

His large hand slowly slides down the inside of your thigh towards where you need him the most, his sight never leaving your face despite yours watching his wrist sink beneath the water. Your legs spread open as he’s nearing his destination, the need in your stomach growing tighter and tighter.

Gasping as his fingers find your clit, your eyes lock back onto his as he begins to rub small circles around the bundle of nerves. Speeding up to a moderate pace, his lips mold into a soft smile as moans start spilling out of yours. Your gaze never leaving the other’s until the coil in your stomach starts burning hotter. Obscene sounds getting louder and louder, falling out of your mouth more rapidly as you throw your head back. Elliott dips his head down taking a damp nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the mound, making your pussy throb and your toes curl.

“Ri-Right there El.” Are the first words you’ve mustered in minutes. His fingers ruthless against the bud, melting your brain. “Stay there and I’ll cum.”

His digits remain where you tell him, but his pace speeds up. Your core begins tingling, burning as cries are torn from your throat. Water is swirling about the tub due to his movements, sloshing around and mixing with your voice in a symphony of his efforts to have you reach your climax.

“Show me how much you missed me beautiful,” He mutters against your skin, kissing his way up to your collarbone before marking the sweet spot. “Let go for me, love.”

In the following seconds, the heat in your stomach boils over. His name is torn from your throat, and he thinks it may be the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. Cunt pulsing under his touch and muscles twitching as his motions continue. What once was pure water is mixed with your juices gushing out of your sweet hole. Your hands find his shoulders, anchoring themselves on them as your vision goes fuzzy.

You ride through your orgasm, his fingers working you through it as he mutters “That’s it. There’s my beauty.”

You press your lips to his as his movements still, hungrily and desperately. Tangling your hands in each other's hair, gasping and puffing in between sloppy kisses.

“Need more of you,” you pant against his mouth.

He pulls away, your chests heaving in unison.

“You've always been able to have as much of me as you desire, gorgeous.”

Without hesitation, you're picked up bridal style and taken to your bed, being sat at the foot of it.

Your hands rush to his belt as he pulls his sweater over his head, broad chest flexing in the moonlight beaming through your window. Once the button on his pants has been undone, he feverishly pushes them down, his heavy cock springing up as it's freed.

Knees hitting the floor as you sit before him, hand taking his member as you run your tongue along the underside. His long fingers tangle in your hair as your tongue circles around his tip, already dripping with precum. You push his head into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking. He draws in a breath, stopping himself from ramming his dick into the back of your throat, letting you take your time.

You finally give him what he’s craving, working your way down his shaft until you're choking, the vibration against his sensitive tip driving him crazy. Your head starts bobbing back and forth, grunts spewing from the man towering above you as you slurp and pump. Refusing to take any less of him than you can, tears start streaming from the corners of your eyes as you continue shoving him into your throat, the imprint showing through your neck. Auburn locks fall around his shoulders as he tosses his head back in ecstasy. Your tongue swirls around his tip as you speed up your ministrations, his fingers pulling even tighter on your hair.

“You're doing too well, love.” He stops your movements, pulling out of your pretty little mouth with a pop and standing you up to kiss you deeply. “I was far too close, and nowhere near finished.

The writer turns you around and pushes you onto the bed, positioning you onto all fours. He leans down and licks a stripe from your clit to your entrance before inserting two fingers, moving them in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

“You're already so wet for me again.” Elliott muses.

You let out a moan, rocking back in his fingers before answering. “When am I not wet for you?”

He laughs heartily, “Is that so, darling? Then you must be ready for this.”

His fingers leave you empty, but it’s only for a brief moment. His thick cock lines up with your entrance, before gliding in to the hilt. Your core is stretching and burning wonderfully as he begins railing into you.

“Three days is most definitely too long to be away from my muse” he grunts out between thrusts. Your tits bounce stunningly as his hips rock aggressively into hours, marks forming from his fingers holding onto your flesh.

“G-god Elliott,” You sob out. “You feel so goo-od.”

Elliott knows your body well, but that doesn't mean his heart ever swells any less when you tell him that he’s working you right.

Freckled skin leans over your back as his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Yeah? You're taking me so well my love. So well.”

You feel that same lighting start charging inside of you, sweet little hole squelching around Elliott’s weighty girth as it drags across the velvety spot inside of you. His orgasm isn’t far behind, with you squeezing him just right and moaning out his name sinfully.

“El! El I’m gonna cum again,”

“Me too, dove. Let me feel you cum around me. Cum on my cock, darling.” He growls out.

Those words have your waves crashing into the cliff, cunt fluttering around his mass while your back arches into the mattress below you. He’s only seconds behind, white hot spurts gushing out of him as he ruts into you, thoroughly milking the both of you.

As your highs die down, you both crawl to the top of your bed, wrapping yourselves in your quilt and each other's arms fully spent. Before falling asleep you grab his hand, bringing it level with your eyesight.

“Stopped the frostbite just in time,” you giggle.

He laughs quietly and shakes his head. “Whatever would I do without you, love?”

“Clearly, we never should go days without seeing each other again so that we don't have to find out.” You smirk. “I happen to like all of your fingers.”

He snorts at your implication. “I know you do, darling. I suppose I’d have to agree. I don't want to go that long without you again.”

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hermits-crab · 3 months ago

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FLUFF ALPHABET W/ SEBASTIAN — STARDEW VALLEY

SUMMARY: The Fluff Alphabet by @snk-warriors featuring Sebastian!

CONTAINS: sfw, gn! reader, fluff, established relationship

NOTES: Dedicating this to @badgerintraining who asked about this a while ago! I’m so sorry this took me so long to post. I was really enjoying my break before the semester started and now that it has, it’s kept me busy. I hope I did your boy justice!

A = Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Sebastian likes playing video games with you or to have you at his side while you watch him! He likes having your input and commentary as he plays. This includes you playing Solarian Chronicles with him and Sam too. He also likes showing and explaining his comic book collection to you!

B = Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves your touch and your skin! It’s always so warm and your scent relaxes him. He loves being enveloped by you. It’s not something he thought he liked before—in fact, he wasn’t receptive to it at all—but with you, it’s so different. Your presence and touch is calming because you’re not overbearing or expectant of him. When anyone else touches him, he visibly tenses.

C = Comfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Sebastian isn’t great at comforting people. He’s very awkward. For example, if he finds you crying, he’ll stand there for a moment before going to sit next to you. He hesitates to rub your back at first (he does awkwardly) but eventually pulls you into him. He doesn’t say anything, just letting you cry, all while he becomes increasingly more comfortable with petting your head and holding you tighter. He’ll ask you if you want to talk about and then offer to do something you enjoy, like watching your favorite show.

D = Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He pictures a quiet life with an occasional outing. He’s not concerned about marriage or children—he’s never pictured that life for himself personally. He might want to buy an apartment in the city where he (and you!) can go to every so often.

E = Equal - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He tends to be more dominant but it’s not on purpose; he’s kinda stubborn. For example: if you come home later than you said you would, he’s waiting for you at the door or on the porch and telling you off. He does it out of love and worry but tries to come off as though he’s more mad than he actually is.

F = Fight - Is it easy for them to forgive their s/o? How are they when fighting?

Although he tries to act tough, he’s very sensitive! If you hurt him, he’s going to be quite passive until you approach him to apologize. He’s not gonna initiate anything. If holding grudges was a sport, he’d be the MVP. The same pretty much goes for when you fight. But if he was in the wrong, he’ll probably be mad for a little while but later he shamefully apologizes.

G = Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He’s very grateful for you as a person but doesn’t recognize his gratitude beyond that very often. Not because he isn’t! He most definitely is but it doesn’t cross his mind frequently. When it does, he becomes kinda mushy, giving you more physical affection than normal and doing you favors around the house or farm.

H = Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

I think Sebastian has a lot of secrets or things about himself that he’s not willing to share. It’s so hard for him to open up. The longer you’re together, the more he does and the easier it is for him.

I = Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Without a doubt! He’s very open-minded and is willing to do just about anything to ensure your happiness. He tends to like what you introduce to him to even if he thinks he won’t at first! It’s enough that you want to spend time with him.

J = Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He doesn’t get jealous very easily but when he sees someone blatantly flirting with you, he gets pissed. He’s not confrontational so he’ll aggressively remove you from the situation, pulling you close to his body. He’ll then either lecture you, asking you what the hell was going on, or he’ll give you the silent treatment with one word answers or grunts. Either way, he is not letting you leave his side nor is he removing his hand from you.

K = Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Inexperienced king. The first kiss was awkward and shy on his part. He was a little hesitant, cupping your cheek so gently and slowly pulling you in. His kiss is so soft and sweet, like you were going to crumble beneath him if it wasn’t.

L = Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

On a motorcycle ride to a cliff with a view of the city!

M = Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

I think the thought of marriage kind of freaks him out. Commitment freaks him out. If you’re down to never be married, he’d be very happy. But if that’s something you know you want, you’ll need to tell him that so he can ease himself in the idea. The closer and longer you’ve been together, the more receptive he is to the idea.

N = Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

Babe, Sweet Thing, Doll. He mainly calls you by your name and sometimes ‘babe’, reserving the other two mostly for the bedroom. He’s not much for nicknames otherwise.

O = On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

To people who don’t know him well, no, it’s not obvious. To people who do know him well, it’s painfully obvious. He spends less time in his room, he’s happier, he’s friendlier, he’s more sociable. His loved ones catch on quickly that something’s up and he knows there’s no hiding it.

P = PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

I don’t think he talks a whole lot about you. That’s not to say he’s unhappy or ashamed because that is so far from the truth. Sebastian is a very private person, only willing to let the outside world in on a surface level. The closer he is to someone, the more he’s likely to mention you. He just wants to keep his private life private.

Q = Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

he’s good with his hands Sebastian is very good at setting boundaries, mainly that of alone time. His social battery drains very quickly—it always has—and he needs frequent time to himself to recharge. Please don’t take it personally! It has nothing to do with you. Even in your honeymoon phase, he’ll need this. It aligns with your schedules pretty well, though. While you’re busy going throughout your day on the farm, he’s at home using that time to spend alone, and in turn, time to miss you. He’s always so happy to see you return, hoping you’d like to spend time together for a little while.

R = Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

I think his first reflex is to do something cliche and romantic, like taking you out to a nice restaurant. His second would probably be a more adolescent approach, like a movie. And there’s nothing wrong with either of those date ideas! But as he grows more comfortable in your relationship, he starts taking you places he enjoys (and of course, thinks you’ll enjoy too), like going to a concert, going to an amphibian and reptile showing, or even getting a (small) couple tattoo.

S = Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He hates when people try to help him without him asking. He knows how that can make things worse so he doesn’t want to step on anyone’s toes. Unless you ask him for his help and specify what it is you need his help with, he’s gonna back off. He’ll always give you emotional support though. He wants to see you succeed and help you in achieving your goals!

T = Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Sebastian is such a creature of habit and doesn’t feel a need for much adventure. He prefers to keep a lowkey routine and is very content with it. He needs to be able to rely on it to manage his anxiety and depression.

U = Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He’s a lot more empathetic than he might come across. Sebastian is very perceptive and he quickly picks up on what bothers you. Even if he might not exactly understand what you’re feeling, he does understand what it’s like to not be so he’ll always try his best to empathize with you.

V = Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Sebastian strikes me as the type to lead with his heart. He might not completely rationalize a situation or think logically at first. For example: if you’re in danger, he’ll run into it head on in an attempt to bring you to safety, not considering other possible factors or hurdles he might come across. So he’ll do and endure just about anything if it means you’re happy.

W = Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

On rainy days, Sebastian likes to either take you down to the docks or to catch frogs with you! At the docks, he brings a couple of towels for you both to sit on as you stare into the horizon, cuddling each other under your shared umbrella. Catching frogs brings out a child-like innocence in him that you rarely ever see. He’s completely himself too, telling you everything he knows about them or about that specific species you caught.

X = XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He’s actually more affectionate than you may think! He likes having you in his lap while he works at the computer. He’s especially cuddly in the morning and at night. If he’s not holding you, he’s wrapping himself around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. But he’d never admit to doing that to save his life.

Y = Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Sebastian will probably text you hourly to check on you, maybe even call you just to hear your voice. He greets you at the door when you come home, suggesting a movie or chill multiplayer game.

Z = Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind?

Absolutely! He’s a lot softer than he likes to come across. If you asked him to quit smoking, he might give you some gruff about it but eventually would. It wouldn’t leave his mind, in fact. He’d look at it as something he had to do, the only reason he’d hesitate at first is because of the addiction. Otherwise, if you asked, then sure!

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