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Jumped on the trend and painted my favorite townies! Krobus is such a little sweet thing I love him 🤧
#Stardew Valley#Stardew Valley wizard#Stardew Valley Krobus#Stardew Valley Leah#Stardew Valley Evelyn#Stardew Valley Shane#Stardew Valley Marlon#I know Marlon's got nothing going on for him in the game#but imagine if he was an old retired knight#finding a new purpose now that's he's done serving the kingdom#in training a farm kid in swords#Krobus#Shane#Evelyn#Marlon#Leah#Rasmodius
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marlon&gil are The Lovers jsyk 😏
#stardew valley#sdv#concernedape#concerned ape#mr qi#qi#rasmodius#gunther#mister qi#stardew#tater's art
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The whole collection!
#my art#meka art#stardew valley#sdv#krobus#the wizard#rasmodius#pam#caroline#linus#fanart#doodles#comic art
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#stardew valley#stardew valley wizard#stardew valley rasmodius#rasmodius#art#someone requested the wizard so here it is!#who else should I draw next?#also save me im having stardew brainrot#omg#AAAAAA
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Finally found some time to get back on the stardew valley portrait pack; it's WIZARD TIME 🧙♂️
Taking a little bit of a different approach from my original on the corner there. Like, what if he's an elf actually??? A pretty, dilfy elf 🤔
#stardew valley#wizard#rasmodius#fan art#portrait pack#art#artists on tumblr#I might make a hatless variant cuz I do like this hairstyle I did for him#oh and this is probably the only time you'll see this shirtless version#cuz he sure as hell don't have any summer outfits#or any sprites featuring him without his robes for that matter#so why then did I even draw his body if I'll cover them up anyway?#ahh a question for the philosophers
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I've had this dumb Stardew Valley Expanded joke in my head for 3 months now
#I'm short and so is my farmer#stardew valley#stardew valley expanded#sdv#stardew wizard#magnus rasmodius#sdv wizard#rasmodius#sdv fanart#art
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Stardew Valley Characters by me!
I've been playing this game with my friends and it was nice to do multiplayer with them and have another bonding session again with my friend who lives very far away.
Hope you like my rendition of each characters and let me know which one is your favorite UwU
#stardew valley#lewis#marnie#evelyn#pierre#kent#demetrius#pam#sandy#george#caroline#jodi#robin#clint#gus#willy#jas#krobus#rasmodius#linus#leo#gunther#vincent#dwarf#marlon#abigail#haley#emily#leah#maru
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Falling Away With You | Ch. 52*
Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Chapter Summary: Spirit’s Eve shenanigans interlude - Sebastian WRECKS ya lol
Author’s Note: Got this one out WAY earlier than anticipated. My brainrot is too powerful..
Table of Contents + Work Summary
Check it out on ao3!
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When I return to Seb’s, Robin’s at the counter, unlike earlier. Looks like she’s doing some sorta till-counting or something, given how she’s hunched near the open register and vigorously scribbling into a notepad.
She’s in her costume while she does it. Considering it’s a crappy, plasticky getup from a chain store, she makes a hot Morticia Addams, god damn Robin!
“Getting some last minute work in?��� I ask, taking my usual stance with my elbows upon the opposite side of the wood.
“Something like that,” she murmurs. Sounds stressed.
“Well… you look great, at least!”
She huffs out a bitter laugh, then says under her breath, “Oh yeah? Tell that to my husband.”
Oooh, is that why she’s moody? I’ll kick his ass! I’ll fuck him up!
…No I won’t.
But still, what the fuck?
A little taken aback, and unsure if it’s my place to say anything bad about that dipshit to her, I opt to offer support. “Whoa, everything okay?”
She still hasn’t met my eyes, but she does roll hers. “That di—“ She stops herself. “He—“ She takes a deep breath, her lids shutting. Looks like she’s trying to regroup.
“…You can totally call him a dick, if that’s what you were gonna do,” I offer, resting my chin on my knuckles.
Robin laughs a little more genuinely this time. “Eh. Feels weird to complain to my son’s girlfriend about my marital issues.” She looks up at me, her eyes a little glazed over, before they widen. She blinks and raises her brows, taken aback by my appearance. “Oh. Oh wow!” Then, she leans in and whispers, “You did this with magic?!”
Beaming, I nod.
“That’s amazing! You’re kind of like one of those characters from those games Sebby plays.”
“I had to get inspiration somewhere,” I quip with some finger guns.
“Dork.”
“You love me though.”
“Yeah, yeah,” she reluctantly agrees, scruffing my hair.
I scowl, and then as I fix it, I jump back to the previous topic. “You know, you can talk to me about anything. If you want.” This time I rest the heel of my palm against my chin. “As a friend, not just as your son’s girlfriend, or a customer, or whatever.”
After inspecting me for a moment, Robin smiles. “I’m glad Sebastian fell in love with such a sweetheart, y’know that?”
I’m cheesing hard, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, but I feign anger anyway. “What’d I just say? I’m your friend right now! Forget that guy!”
She barks out a laugh and throws her palms up in defeat. She fixes some hair from her wig out of her face as she goes on, zoned out on the desk between us, “I’m… ugh.” Another sigh. “Demetrius is just upset that I don’t want him locked in that lab tonight. God forbid he spends some time with his family during a holiday.”
She pauses, looks at me again, and her eyes are threatening to tear up. I can’t help the way my own mouth melts downward as she quickly darts her view away from me.
“He couldn’t care less about our costumes.”
The woman sniffs and tries to hide her face. I scurry around to the other side of the counter — she looks like she could use a hug. When I silently open my arms she laughs wetly and accepts.
Over my shoulder, she murmurs, “I just thought it could be fun to match, ya know? To act like a happy married couple, for a change. It’s like he doesn’t even want to be around me outside of our Friday saloon dates though.”
I’m not really sure what to say. My heart is telling me to shout “Dump his ass!!!” but I know that would be inappropriate.
I wind up trying to lighten the situation in lieu of consolation. “Y’wanna know what I think?” I ask, pulling away and clapping my hands over her shoulders.
“Please, share your wisdom, wise wizard.”
I giggle at that. Then, still smiling, “He’s a real dickhead.”
“(Y/n)!” Robin exclaims, albeit through her own giggles. She weakly swats at me.
“He is! The more I hear about him, the more I think he deserves a nice ol’,” and I pull back some more, punching at the air, with my cheeks puffed and brows slanted downward.
Still laughing, she leans on the surface next to her. “Simmer down, Rocky,” she tells me, resting her temple on her palm.
I join her in leaning on the counter again. “Okay, in all seriousness, though... You deserve to be happy. Whether he wants to play along for the night or not.” After a quiet beat, I add “…What if I’m Gomez?”
Robin shoots me an amused, incredulous look. “What?”
“If Demetrius won’t be your Gomez then I will!” I declare with a nod. “Just bring the mustache with you later, if he won’t wear it. I’ll gladly slap it on.”
She shakes her head. The way her grin hasn’t left her face makes me smile right back.
God. Seb really does have her smile. It warms my heart a ton to see it from the source.
“C’mere, you little weirdo.”
Robin pulls me back into another hug. Still feeling silly, I tell her that I’m serious. I am, I’ll do it! She promptly and playfully pushes me off her.
“Alright, get outta here.”
“Think about it!” I advise, tapping my head as I walk away.
“Oh my god.”
Well.
There we go!
I think I helped..?
I hope I helped.
Robin’s usually so strong, and independent, and full of sass and kindness and goofiness all in one package. It’s hard seeing someone I look up to so much so… broken. Especially over some dumb asshole like Demetrius.
I softly rap on Seb’s door, then enter without an answer, assuming he’s still asleep. And he is — there are soft snores coming from a mound of blankets on his bed.
I pad over to him and sit down, placing a hand on his shoulder.
I get real close and whisper, “Time to get up, baby,” near his ear.
He shifts a little and sighs. His eyes open. They stay squinty as he blinks the sleep away.
Oh. That was easy. “I thought there would be more protest than this.”
Seb sniffs and stretches, rolling his neck a bit. It pops, and he follows with rolling his shoulders too, which also pop.
“The way y’whispered at me was so hot,” he explains. I ignore the flip my stomach does hearing him say that with his groggy rasp. “Got me right up.”
Is he bonin’ out already? “Figuratively or..?”
He turns to face me finally, a shitty little grin pairing an eyebrow waggle. It quickly morphs into a gleaming smile though, his eyes darkening above it as he takes in my disguise for the day. “Oh you’re fuckin’ kidding me.”
I chew the bottom half of my smile as my face warms right up. “Still a fan?”
He scoffs, “‘Still a fan,’” mirroring my words back at me while he tugs me into his lap. I squeak, not expecting this energy from Seb right now, but he quickly muffles it with a heated kiss.
His fingers dig into my hips before he brings his hands up to cup my face. “Of course I’m still a fan,” he breathes between kisses, “you have no idea.”
I grin into his lips, pulling away just enough to murmur, “I think I have a little bit of an idea.” As I speak, I roll my hips, effectively trailing my clothed slit against his erection.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groans, flipping us so that he’s on top of me, slotted between my legs.
One of his hands is grounded on the pillow by my head; the other is plastered to my cheek as if it’ll fall off otherwise. In the meantime, I wrap my legs around his waist, heady exhales escaping through my nose as he grinds himself against me. I try to match his energy, tangling my fingers through his hair while I tug his face closer to mine.
“What time was it when you got down here?”
“Dunno, I—“ he lightly thrusts again, cutting me off as I curse against his lips, “Fuck.” I grin into a kiss and then continue, doing my best to ignore his active lower half, “Last I checked,” another kiss, “it was 7ish,” another, “Probably got here like 15 minutes ago.” Another kiss, and another roll, prompting us to moan against each other. “Maybe 20,” I breathe.
“Damn it.” Seb presses his forehead to mine, his eyes shut. “How about this?” he states more than asks.
“Hm?”
“I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
“Mhm,” I have to hum, because he paused to kiss me again.
“Then I’ll get ready, y’know, do my hair and all that.”
Kiss.
“‘Kay.”
Kiss.
“And then,” he pauses for another kiss while his fingertips drag to the side of my neck. His thumb trails my jaw and finds residence on my chin, its tip touching the underside of my bottom lip, in the meantime. “I’m gonna make you cum all over my cock,” kiss, “alright?”
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.
I nod.
Kiss.
“Sound good?”
“Yeah,” I practically moan.
Kiss.
“Yeah? You’d like that?”
I nod, kissing his smug grin.
He reciprocates the action, and then tugs my chin down to give himself entry. I whine at the gesture while his tongue twirls around my own.
…And then he pulls away, gives me an all too friendly smile and pat on the cheek, and gets up, sauntering to the bathroom.
I can’t help but laugh.
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Seb did his hair straight out of the shower — it’s no different than usual — but came out for help with makeup.
“Honestly, I thought you were half-sleeping when I suggested this,” I mutter while giving him the best smokey eye I can manage with red and black.
It’s hard working with eyes that aren’t my own. Also hard not to overdo it. Something about eyeshadow just makes me wanna keep coloring everything in…
“I was,” he confirms. “Only half, though.”
From my seat atop him, I lean over to put the eyeshadow down and grab his liner stick. It’s hard not to feel a little restless in this position. Dude’s in nothing but boxer briefs. Didn’t want to risk smudging anything onto his white shirt, and didn’t feel like getting into dress pants just yet. Every little movement is like a taste of what’s to come after this, if he’s still up for it.
Yoba, I hope he’s up for it.
Instrument in hand, I tilt his head gently by the chin for a better view. He closes his eyes before I have to ask, so I move my non-dominant hand to his cheek and get to work carefully lining a lid.
“Didn’t you say when we first met that you used to wear eyeliner?”
He grins, and I have to pause so as to not smudge anything too badly. When he feels that I stopped, he opens his eyes. Those deep blueish irises have an extra sparkle to them. His cheeks heat up a little too, and I can see hints of a blush growing on them.
“Yeah, I’m a bit rusty— wait, you actually remember that?”
I pull a face. “‘Course I do,” I respond, before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “You made that night fun… made me feel safe and welcome after having to endure that thorough grilling from Abby.” I blush as I tack on, at the risk of being a sap, “It’s a really special memory for me.”
Barely containing his pearly whites, he goes on, “She went in on you.”
He shuts his eyes for me again after seeing that I’ve returned my focus to his makeup. I begin working on the other one, satisfied with my work on the first after a quick swipe just beneath his waterline.
“I’d probably have cried if it weren’t for all the beer.”
“Imagine,” he huffs out a laugh. “All the moms probably wouldn’t shut up about you.”
I toss Seb’s pencil aside and get to work smudging it with my fingertip a bit. Looks too neat. “Y’hear about that new girl?” I jest in something akin to Jodi’s cadence. “Sensitive thing, she is. She won’t last a day on that farm.” I pull back a bit and take Seb’s face in my hands, inspecting my work on his eyes while we laugh.
“Oh, and don’t even get me started on that little skirt she was wearing,” he plays along.
“Ha!” I break. “That skirt isn’t that little.”
“It’s little enough that it had me thinking.”
“Thinking?” I tilt my head.
He winks. “Thinking.”
Oh! My heart flutters because of course it does. I nuzzle my forehead against his and squeeze my eyes shut to stim away the fluster; he giggles, and then, simmering down, I ask, “You want some mascara?”
“Maybe a bit on the bottom row.”
“Oh, you’re gonna look downright slutty.”
“I’m not hearing a problem with that.”
“Neither am I,” I quip, being careful not to make them too tidy. Gotta make sure to clump some lashes up more than others too…
That should do it.
I lean back to scan his face again. “Lipstick?”
“Maybe some black on the top lip? And some red… somewhere near my mouth, I dunno. Fake blood and all that.”
I nod, but lean in for a kiss instead of doing it. He happily reciprocates. “Not yet,” I purr against him. “You have a promise to fulfill.”
He grins, wide and catlike, and hungrily chases my lips. “Don’t wanna sloppy it up?”
“And let my hard work go to waste?” I tease. My voice comes out airy, and my breath quickens as he pulls my chest to his.
“But maybe I like it sloppy.”
Ignoring the implications, I subtly roast, “Bold words for someone who didn’t wanna dirty his shirt.”
“Oh shut up,” he laughs before smashing his mouth to mine again. Pulls away, gnaws his lower lip... “I have an idea, actually.”
“Hm?”
He picks up some red lipstick and hands it to me. I tilt my head in question.
“Slap it on me.”
I snort. “Where are you going with this?” I ask while I follow his instruction.
As soon as I’m done, he pulls me in for more kisses. Sloppy kisses. The kind that can make me moan, whether it’s from being flustered, or from the kisses themselves — and they do.
Seb smiles against me before kissing me some more. Then, he pulls away. He laughs at the resulting makeup on my face.
“Oh, you look adorable.”
“How bad is it?” I ask, bringing a finger to my mouth.
When I pull the digit away it has a red tinge to it; hard to gauge how dark it would actually look on my face until I see it, with my skin being pink in my disguise, and this room so dim.
“You tell me,” he asks, more about himself. He does a quick mouth wiggle while puckering.
“You’re looking pretty wrecked.”
“Pretty bloody?”
“Ooo, nice!” I beam.
“Can never tell me I’m not clever again.”
Laughing, I flick his nose. He reaches for a bite on my finger and I let him have it. “Never said you weren’t.”
“Damn right.” He pulls me back in, kissing me with a fervor I haven’t felt from him in a hot minute.
I wonder if it’s my… elfliness (sure, that’s a word). It’s gotta be that.
I’m not complaining.
With our lips locked, he begins lifting off my shirt, and I work on my pants in turn. There’s a few rows of buttons on ‘em but I get through it eventually.
Once my mouth is free, I think aloud, “I wonder what color my nips are, if my skin is already pink.”
I pause my work on my pants while he unclasps my bra. “Only one way to find out.” As it falls, we both laugh. “Fucking purple?”
“Hey, I think it works!” I lift my breast for closer inspection. It’s funny seeing a mauvy lavender there, as opposed to its usual color. It compliments my skin nicely though!
Next thing I know, I’m swallowing a hum as a result of Seb latching onto the same boob I’d been holding. He grabs my nipple between his teeth and lightly pulls away, making me whine. “It does work,” he agrees. Then, he delves into the other.
After a brief moment, he removes himself. “Pants off.”
I mumble, “Bossy...”
I stand up and do it anyway, though. I get rid of my panties too while I’m at it. Not like I’ll need them for this.
“Don’t pretend you don’t love being bossed around, y’little gremlin.”
He flips me around and pulls me back into his lap, but facing away from him now; nudges my legs open with his knees; and then, while planting wet kisses to my neck and shoulder, he drags a finger through my folds in a long, languid stroke. I don’t even have time to argue back.
I moan, rolling my head rest on Sebby’s shoulder behind me. Drinking in the feeling of his warm lips and breath on my skin, I arch instinctively while he creeps closer to my entrance. The hand that had been holding my hip wraps around my midsection in response, keeping me from moving too much, but not stopping me either.
“Jeez. So wet already,” he lilts.
“Yeah, well…” I trail off, not in the mindset to say anything clever back. I’m too foggy with want for that.
Seb seems to be having fun taking his damn time with me. He circles the opening, not quite giving me the satisfaction of entry, but still making me feel something. I squirm, antsy as he devolves me into a needy (well— need ier ), panting mess.
“Something wrong, love?” he mutters against my ear before lightly nipping at its pointy tip.
Smartass.
“N-no, nothing,” I lie.
“Good,” he teases, “almost thought you were dissatisfied for a sec there.”
Damnit. I mean, I’m not, fucking obviously, but if he’d just go in…
I sigh, but it comes out as a huff, and turns into a whimper. My dominant arm has been raised, its hand toying with Sebastian’s hair this whole time. The other, which had been gripping the arm Seb’s holding me in place with, is now on its way to his active hand, in an attempt to urge him inside me.
As soon as my hand makes contact with his wrist, he retracts his fingers to the lower portion of my folds again.
He warns lowly, “Keep that hand to yourself.”
Oh he has no business being this hot, god damnit dude.
I heed his words with an embarrassing squeak, draping my arm across my tummy, just below his. His grip with that one tightens as he gets back to work drawing circles and stars around the rim of my cunt.
“Ahh— fuck,” I whimper, my hips moving on their own volition, “please.”
He softly asks, his lips against my earlobe, “What do you want?”
“Please,” I pause to moan as he barely — just barely — dips inside me, planting a kiss to my cheek just in front of my ear. “Need you.”
“You already have me, silly. Gotta be more specific than that.”
He peppers kisses around my neck while I struggle to find words to respond with. Just when I feel his tongue licking a strip across it, his thumb rests itself on my clit, unmoving.
My thighs tense and I squeeze the forearm that’s above my own, subconsciously tugging his hair a little too. “God.”
“Tell me,” he kisses my neck again, “tell me what you want from me, (y/n).”
“Fuck, I want you.” I urge, “I need you inside me, please— oh shit,” my body twitches as he slightly begins to wriggle his thumb. He’s still not fingerbanging me yet, the audacity, but this still feels fucking good. “God, please, Seb.”
“Still need more details.” Oh my fucking— he’s trying to kill me. He wants me dead. “What part of me do you want inside you?”
Anything, frankly. “Y-your fingers,” I stutter instead, shuddering as he presses my bud a little harder.
“Yeah?”
I mewl, “Yeah.” He grants my wish, but not enough. Slides his ring and middle fingers maybe an inch in, at most. I could fucking cry. “Ff— god damnit.”
“I thought you wanted this?”
I’ll fucking kill you bro— “Deeper,” I breathe, ignoring how desperate I sound; how tantalizingly he’s wiggling his digits.
“This better?” he asks smoothly, and begins to pump the full length of his fingers in and out of me.
My head lolls back and tears fall from my eyes in relief. He moves absurdly slow as he begins to curl the pads of his fingers against me, but it’s better than everything else he’s done to cause me to crumble like this. “Fuck, yes~”
He removes his arm from my belly and turns my head to him. Without moving my lower body, I twist so that I can comply better, resting a palm beside us on the mattress. My other reaches for his face while I try to kiss him — and he gets close, but ultimately doesn’t budge.
I chase his lips, humming through the pleasure, then groaning when he doesn’t work with me. He smiles knowingly.
I deadpan, “Oh my fucking god.” Or, at least I do to the best of my ability while he’s got knuckles buried in me.
“You want more?”
“Please,” I nod. My forehead is against his as I shut my eyes, subtly shifting myself down so that he’ll go deeper. He responds in kind, pumping and curling against the perfect spot. “Ah!”
“Better?”
I nod again. Try for another kiss. He doesn’t let me again. Ugh. “Please, please,” I whisper. Comes out embarrassingly needy.
As if all my other pleas haven’t been.
“What else do you want?”
My eyes don’t leave his lips. They look destroyed, between the natural plumpness of us having kissed so much, and the lipstick that’s smeared around them.
It’s so hot.
“Kiss me, please kiss me.”
He leans in… and pecks the corner of my mouth.
I grunt between my teeth. “Please just fucking kiss me, oh my g—“ Smiling, Sebastian shuts me up with an actual kiss.
He pokes fun at me after, “So easy…”
“Shut up— fuck, more.”
“Like this?” he asks, speeding up his digits’ pace as he kisses me again, our tongues tangling together while he swallows my moans.
I nod, but then I realize we’re running out of time. As good as this is — and holy fucking moly it’s amazing, I actually adore when he’s a devious little shit like this — I need him to just screw me senseless so I can recouperate before having to go face the entire town and whoever else shows up.
I gasp out of the kiss, “Fuck me.”
“Aw,” he tuts, “this isn’t good enough?”
“Sh— ah, shut up!”
He laughs. “You want me to stop this then?”
Well… No…
But I nod.
“Please, fuck, I wanna cum with you, not like this.”
God, I sound pathetic. But this is urgent. I’m getting so close.
His smile widens. I finally meet his eyes, after having stared at the lower half of his face for so long. His pupils are blown wide — practically to the rims of his irises.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm.” I can feel myself tightening. I’m doing my best to stave it off, but… “Fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing this.”
“You think you can cum twice for me then?”
“Shit.” Don’t have to twist my arm. “‘Kay.”
“Yeah? You want that?”
I nod eagerly. Desperately.
He gets close enough that our lips are pressing together a bit, but he doesn’t kiss me. “Then cum.” Oh my god. “Cum on my fingers, baby,” fucking hell, “let me feel your tight pussy cumming onto my hand.”
Oh my fucking god.
A soundless cry escapes me and I nod, promptly delivering. “Seb, shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,“ I desperately babble, my release hitting me like a train. I close my eyes and lean onto his shoulder, initially clamping a hand over my mouth to quiet myself. Seb maneuvers me into a kiss instead.
When he’s finished me off, Seb removes his fingers from my cunt and brings the afflicted hand close to our jaws. He backs away from our kiss with just enough space to slide his wet digits between our faces; to hold them just in front of my mouth, waiting patiently but expectantly.
Beguiled beyond belief, I don’t let my gaze waver from his as I wrap my lips around his fingers. I suck myself off of him, teasing him with my tongue as I do, and then seal the action with another kiss, all but leading in with my tongue.
He groans at the taste. It’s all he needed to give up any bit of restraint he had before.
“Fuck. Grab onto me,” he softly orders.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and he flips me onto my back, sliding his underwear off in tandem. He promptly dips just his head inside me, and proceeds to use a combination of my folds and his fingers to spread my fluids onto himself, getting his dick lubed up.
I shiver at the sensation, but only for a few seconds before he inches his length inside me.
“Oh, shit.” We literally moan the words in unison. Makes us both break from our trances.
“Oh no.“
“I dunno how I felt about that.”
“Hated it, personally.” I admit, though, “…But also it was kinda hot?”
Gnawing his lower lip, Seb nods in agreement.
We’re both still giggling about the occurrence when he resumes the activity, harshly thrusting into me. Morphing my laughter into a happy lil’ moan.
“Fuck, you always feel so good.” Seb lowers himself a bit, dropping my legs in favor of holding my face in one hand and gripping the sheets in the other. “So fucking perfect.”
I feel my belly do a flip at his words while I drink in his praise, committing to memory the way he’s looking at me as if I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. I reach my hands to the sides of his neck and tug lightly in hopes he’ll come down for a kiss. Instead, he settles above me, hovering his lips right in front of mine.
I see that’s his theme for today. Jackass…
I moan into his mouth while he pants into mine. Our gazes haven’t faltered from each other’s; the eye contact is making me feel shy, but I can’t look away.
“Fuck,” I mewl after a harsher thrust, “do that again?”
“This?” Seb repeats the action, and I nod, feeling my eyelids flutter. I don’t dare to shut them though. “You like that?”
“I love it,” I nod, “I love you,” I pause to swallow a cry, worried about the volume, before repeating, “I love you so much, you’re so fucking good.”
“Me, or my dick?” he pokes back. His face looks extra cocky, too.
I laugh, rolling my eyes. “Both, fuck I love your cock.”
“Oh, holy fuck,” he half-moans, half-laughs. Not the first time I’ve said that, glad it still affects him. He rolls his eyes shut and presses his forehead to mine. “How much, princess?” he asks as he opens them again, his fiery stare boring into mine.
The nickname surges through me, making my skin prickle with goosebumps. “So much, you’re—“
I promptly zip it and slap a palm over my mouth as someone knocks on the door. Sebastian puts one of his over the back of my hand for good measure.
Shit.
“Sebby?” Robin’s voice calls through. “We’re just about ready to go.”
Shit!
He hasn’t stopped thrusting. Just slowed down. I grip his wrist with my free hand and squeeze — a safety measure to make sure I really won’t make noise and fuck this up for everyone, because Yoba above it’s hard not to.
Hopefully she hasn’t heard it up to this point… “We’ll be ready in a few minutes,” he says back, “Just finishing up my costume.”
“Gotcha, gotcha. Need any help?”
“No,” he answers all too quickly. He recoups, “No, it’s fine, (y/n)’s got me covered. We’ll meet you guys outside.”
“Alrighty, try to hurry up. We’re already running a little late.”
He answers while simultaneously placing a sneaky finger to my clit, “You got it, Ma.”
Oh my god. I shut my eyes and try to breathe steady, listening to her footsteps fade away. It’s hard to be this quiet with this much stimulation.
Seb’s vision is still angled towards the door while he waits too. When it returns to me — when he sees my eyes, specifically, and how filled with want they probably look — he whispers out a half curse, stopping himself so he can keep listening.
As soon as we hear the front door upstairs shut, he removes both our hands from my mouth and kisses me.
“You close?” he whispers.
I shrug. “Might need some encouragement.”
“Yeah? You need me to tell you when to cum?”
Oh, that’s definitely encouraging. God he’s so hot.
“Mhm,” I hum. “Just tell me what to do.”
He smiles. It almost looks a bit sinister… damn, and he called me a freak. Seb straightens his back, tugging me closer by the thighs before pumping into me with more force. “Let me see you touch yourself.”
Oh.
I release one of my fists from its recent death grip on his sheets and place two fingers against my folds, trying to strum to the rhythm of his hips.
“There you go,” he praises, leaning down with a straight arm supporting himself. The other cups my cheek, its thumb playing with my lips. “Help me out,” he murmurs, “get yourself real close for me.” I whine at his words, and my pussy clenches around him. He laughs, but it isn’t smug or demeaning. Just smitten. “That’s it, baby. Juuust like that.”
Fuck, this is working out flawlessly.
“I’m close,” I tell him, my voice barely even there, “m’gonna cum.”
“Atta girl.” I feel him twitch inside me. “Fuck. You wanna cum together, yeah?”
I nod, subtly speeding up my fingers.
“Come on then, (y/n), cum with me. Keep those pretty eyes on me and cum.”
Seb’s kind enough to give me a bit of a head start. Just as I start to crumble, I feel him joining me, nearly pressing his forehead against my own. His eyes roll shut for a moment before locking back onto mine below thick, upturned eyebrows.
“Shit, that’s my good girl,” he smiles through his own pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, shakey and winded.
He soothes me through to the end, “That’s it, baby, nice and easy.”
I swear to god he’s so good at that; at just flipping a switch, and suddenly knowing exactly what to say and do. That alone should be its own weird subgenre of wizardry.
I shut my weary eyes, and for a few beats we just stay where we are, huffing each other’s air. When I open my eyes, I notice a hint of determination in Seb’s.
Right.
We’ve gotta get cleaned up and finish his look. Fast .
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Since Stardew got it's new update, I decided to play it along with the RRRR mod I found in Nexus & omg, I love it so much <3
Here's the mod if you wanna try it out:
https://www.nexusmods.com/stardewvalley/mods/16893
And here's the portrait mod I used for my playthrough:
https://www.nexusmods.com/stardewvalley/mods/18686
#Stardew valley#SVE#stardew#stardew farmer#stardew valley oc#stardew valley wizard#stardew valley mod#RRRR#rrrr mod#rrrr stardew valley#stardew valley rasmodius#rasmodius#This portrait got the most cutest love struck face I've ever seen omg#he's so dumb lookin I love it lol
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Commission of RRRR Wizard for @guacamolleee ! Thank you for your commission!
#artists on tumblr#rrrr#sdv wizard#magnus rasmodius#romanceable rasmodius#m rasmodius#sdv rasmodius#rasmodius#digital art#art commission
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I’M CACKLING I THINK I FORGOT A MOD I HAD TO DOWNLOAD FOR RRRR 💀💀
#stardew m. rasmodius#magnus rasmodius#m. rasmodius stardew valley#rasmodius sdv#sdv rasmodius#stardew rasmodius#stardew valley rasmodius#m. rasmodius#rasmodius#rasmodius mod#stardew valley#stardew#sdv#down on tegridy farms#stardew farmer#stardew mods
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Okay, I need help making a decision on my Stardew modding odyssey. I found two portrait mods to accompany that giant Romancing Rasmodius mod that de-twinkify him. One is Vanilla Wizard 32 portraits, that fits very close with vanilla and matches excellently with the other character portraits. The other is INKY’s Wizard Portrait, which I have taken to calling Dilf Deluxe. It doesn’t match with the vanilla style at all, but it looks fantastic.
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rasmodius: got some straight gas 🔥 😛 this strain is called "the fall of the valley" 😳 you'll be zonked out of your gourd 💯
sebastian: yeah whatever. i dont feel shit.
[5 minutes later]
sebastian: dude i swear i just saw some junimos in the forest
sam: mayor lewis is lying to us
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behold: my creature of a farmer and the wizard that gave them a human form and they now follow like a puppy
#sorry to bearded wizard enjoyers but that first design pic was the only ever time i nailed his beard#i want to leave it so bad but truly every other beard was dogshit#he has been shaved.#sil doesnt speak words but through cartoon doodles in speech bubbles#you get what im saying#adds to the ‘yeah theyre not normal’ vibe methinks#stardew valley#sdv#sdv farmer#sdv wizard#rasmodius#sdv rasmodius#nalp art
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Rasmodius is DONE!!!! Hatless version included!
Oh and yeah I made him an elf diva with silky smooth hair, what about it? 😤
Get his complete portrait in advance on the patreon! Three more villagers to go before I release the next batch to the public 😊
#stardew valley#rasmodius#wizard#portrait pack#art#fan art#artists on tumblr#erase erase#you might think that the hat is a bloodborne reference#but it isn't!#it's...abyssal hunters reference from arknights actually LOL#fuck I just saw a layer mask I forgot to turn off#you didn't read that—everything is fine!
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Spirit's Eve fast approaches! 👻🎃🦇
#stardewvalley#stardew#fanart#stardewvalleyfanart#digitalillustration#videogamefanart#mrasmodius#rasmodius
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