#SebastianxRaven

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Frogs of Fall: Perspectives

Another silly thing I wrote in between marathon runs of Alex marriage dialogue... A contribution to Sebastian's frog pajamas, I figured I should write something for that considering I started the whole thing! :D Written from each character's perspective, like the last one. Link at the bottom if you want it.

Sebastian/fem farmer (Raven OC) NSFW: mild language, sexual content | Quick read ~2200 words

Read on AO3 here: Frogs of Fall

I might be convinced to write part 2 if enough people are interested, leave a comment!

Raven

It’s early, but not that early. The sun rose not too long ago and the air is crisp. I feel a slight chill, but it will be gone once the sun fully rises. I check my watch one more time before resting my hand on the door. Nine o’clock. The handle turns and the door swings open. I step inside, bringing a swirl of fall leaves with me. “Hello, Raven!” Robin’s cheerful voice greets me as I step up to the counter, she winks and nudges the catalogue towards me, eager for another big project. 

“Oh, I’m still working on gathering decent hardwood for the stable, I should be ready to start on it in the next few days.” I can’t help but smile as she raises her eyebrow knowingly. 

Robin sighs. “Ah, well. It is a lot of work gathering resources by yourself. I’m off to aerobics class anyway, I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow if not sooner. Have a wonderful day, Sebby should be up shortly,” she chuckles and heads out, leaning back to snatch a towel draped over the chair by the door. It’s a good thing I like Robin, she can be a lot sometimes. 

Shuffling footsteps reach my ears and I turn towards the sound. Sebastian emerges from the hall to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes, hair tousled, a pillow crease across one cheek. He hasn’t seen me yet, his fingers run back through his hair, then up as he reaches for the ceiling, arching his back and yawning, shirt hem rising to expose his belly… Oh… holy… My eyes widen and my heart tries to escape my chest as my gaze drifts down to his belly button and a tidy row of dark hair marching in a straight line between the angle of his hips down to his dangerously-low waistband. My lips part and lungs struggle for air, I'm gaping like a fish but can’t do anything about it… Sebastian’s well-worn pajama pants are stretched out at the waist with frayed ties hanging loose. Little faded cartoon frogs frolic merrily across the fabric, dancing and catching dragonflies. One little frog seems to smirk then wink as it peeks out from its hiding place in his pajama fly. Rising up on his toes, Sebastian fully commits to the stretch, and I watch shamelessly.

As Sebastian opens his eyes, I see realization cross his features and he snaps his arms down, yanking on his shirt hem. Pfftt! God, he’s cute. Just like yesterday when he handed me a bouquet, staring at his feet, whispering, “Will you go out with me?” like he was terrified I’d say no. To my embarrassment, I practically jumped on him, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by my eagerness. Then he kissed me, or maybe I kissed him? I’m not sure but I’ll never forget that feeling. Oh damn, I’m just staring at him, letting the poor guy squirm.

“Good morning, handsome!” Ooof, that’s cheesy, oh well. It’s true anyway. That smile! Heh, and the little dimple in his cheek… I love when he laughs. “There’s frogs on your pants,” I blurt, like that wasn’t obvious. They are really cute frogs though. I wonder where he got those? Must have been a gift, I can’t see him buying something so silly himself. Sebastian looks down, red flush creeping up his cheeks. Of course that only draws my eyes to where he’s looking, directly at his crotch. 

“Uhhh… I should go get dressed, I’ll be right back.” Sebastian makes a move for the stairs, my hand flies out to grab his arm before I can think. I want to keep him here with me, him and his ridiculous pajamas that are… quite thin now that I see them up close. A burning ache fills my gut and before I can overthink it, I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him… hard. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest, a moan escaping his lips. I feel his body’s response to my proximity and I can’t help but rise up on my toes, feeling him rub against my pelvis, hard and hot. He opens his mouth and I kiss him deeper, our tongues tangling in a dance, his hands sliding down my back… The ache in my core intensifies as my body reacts to the feeling of him pressing against me.

SLAM! 

“SEB!! YOU UP YET?” Holy Yoba! I think my heart just stopped, I feel Sebastian jump and release him, returning my heels to the floor. He’s panting, obviously disoriented by Sam’s sudden interruption. “Oh, hey guys, Raven, I didn’t know you’d be here, heh! Uhhh, sorry, I can come back later. Like in five minutes? Haha!” Sam’s voice filters through the roar in my ears, my brain struggles to make sense of the words.

Blinking, I look down. That cheeky little frog is looking back at me from his rather high perch. Sebastian is gripping his shirt hem, self-conscious; I turn around, careful to keep Sebastian behind me, blocking Sam’s view. “I’ll wait outside, you’re supposed to come practice the new set at my place, remember?” I hear Sebastian’s rumbling grunt in response, and Sam thankfully takes the hint and steps out. Sighing, I turn back, leaning my forehead against Sebastian’s chest and settling my hands on his bare hips, I don’t want to let him go. 

After a moment I look up, meeting his eyes, swirling wells of bluish gray. “That frog is my favorite, he better come visit me later,” I whisper… that was… pretty forward. I hope he doesn’t mind. I smile to cover my embarrassment, I have no idea if he wants to repeat this scenario or just let it go and see what happens. All I know is I really love these pajama pants of his. 

“Sorry about Sam, I… do you want to meet up later? I have better pants, these are trashed. Heh, I must look like you found me in the sewer.” Sebastian sighs softly, avoiding my eyes. He’s definitely got the wrong idea, I can’t let him think that.

“Don’t you dare get rid of these, I love the little frogs and you look so… um, I better go before Sam gets bored and comes back in. Come over to my place tonight after you’re done hanging out at the saloon, and bring those pajamas. I want to get to know that little frog better, heh! Yeah, that was a joke. Sort of. Not really. Okay, I’m done, one more kiss?” That was definitely starting to go downhill… Sebastian immediately responds with a gentle kiss, his lips warm and inviting. Before I get lost in him, I pull back and head for the door, looking over my shoulder to catch one last glimpse of that man in frog pants. My man in frog pants. Tonight can’t come soon enough.

Sebastian

-Rumble- Urgh… shut up, stomach… it’s too early. The sun is just peeking through the tiny windows of my dungeon, must be around nine. -Rumble- Fine, I’m getting up. I drag my legs over the side of the bed, my toes curl at contact with the cold floor before I find my slippers. Shoulders drooping, I slide my feet towards the stairs, gravity sucks. Two… three… four… I trudge up the steps, dragging my fingers along the worn path in the wall until I reach fifteen.

Crisp fall air tugs at my hair and clothes as the front door closes, Mom must be heading out for her aerobics class. -Rumble- Alright, alright, we’re almost to the fridge… I rummage around and find an energy bar, I wish these actually gave me energy, but whatever. At least my stomach will be content. Pushing my hair out of my eyes, I shuffle back down the hall, hearing the door again. Mom must have forgotten her towel. Turning the corner, I pause to stretch my shoulders, must have slept weird last night… I glance up and freeze… Raven.

Heat washes over me as she smiles, my arms over my head, cool air prickling my bare stomach. I tug my shirt down and try to breathe normally. Only yesterday I had finally sucked up the courage to offer Raven a bouquet of flowers, hands shaking, stuttering out the words. She immediately accepted, no hesitation, she wanted… me. I still can’t believe it. When I ran into Sam afterward, the whole story just gushed out of me, he couldn’t stop laughing. I think I punched him, I don’t remember. Then he hugged me, what a goof.

“Good morning, handsome!” Raven’s cheerful voice yanks me out of my head, she’s the only one who can do that. I grin like a lovesick puppy… well, I guess that’s pretty accurate. Tilting her head, she gazes at me, the corner of her mouth twitching like it does when she’s about to say something sarcastic or that she thinks is funny. She has a great sense of humor, I don’t always get her jokes, but I laugh just the same. Seeing her happy is all I need. “There’s frogs on your pants, “ she smirks, eyes sparkling.

I look down. Oh god no… shit, shit, shit! I forgot I was wearing my frog pajama pants, the ones Mom got me several years ago, and have nearly been worn to transparency. She keeps begging me to throw them out, but every time I head to the trash, halfway there I think they have a few more washes left in them. The elastic has completely given up at the waist, the ties are frayed, and the faded frogs just mock me, knowing how much I love these pants. A frog looks up at me from behind my fly, sticking out its tongue. I can practically see the outline of my… oh god, these are going straight in the trash after this! Another wave of heat washes over me, and I feel a draft down there… I’m not wearing anything under these pants, I hate the feeling of boxers when I’m trying to sleep.

“Uhhh… I should go get dressed, I’ll be right back.” As I turn towards the stairs, Raven’s hand touches my arm, then she’s in my arms, pressing her body against mine. I feel every curve of her, soft breasts pressing against my chest, the slope of her back down to her… oh god, my breath catches as she presses her lips to mine, so full and sweet, like honey. My body reacts instantly to her touch, desire flaring to life in my core, no… no… there’s nothing I can do, these pants are way too thin to hide something that obvious. Though at this point, I don’t think it would matter if I were wearing jeans. She’d definitely feel that. Raven lifts herself on her toes, rubbing against me, I suck air at the sensation and she flicks her tongue into my mouth. I curl my tongue around hers, sliding my hands down over the curve of her glutes… tingling waves rushing over me, burning desire… ngh… I don’t think I can stop, I don’t want to stop.

SLAM! 

“SEB!! YOU UP YET?” Sam’s stupid yellow head flashes across the edge of my vision, Raven stiffens, quickly lowering her feet to the floor. Her arms release my neck, cold air flowing over my exposed skin. “Oh, hey guys, Raven, I didn’t know you’d be here, heh! Uhhh, sorry, I can come back later. Like in five minutes? Haha!” I glare over Raven’s shoulder at Sam, oh he’s definitely paying for that later. She turns, staying squarely in front of me, thank god. It’ll take a minute for my body to get the message that it’s time to cool off… I glance down, the smirking frog has completely emerged from its hiding place, perching right on my- Eeesh. That’s attractive. “I’ll wait outside, you’re supposed to come practice the new set at my place, remember?” I grunt my acknowledgment as Sam waves, snickering as he saunters out the door. Raven turns back, her hands on my hips, thumbs gently massaging my skin. 

She looks up and smiles, her emerald eyes sparkling with mischief. “That frog is my favorite, he better come visit me later.” I blink… is she serious? Does she actually like these pants? They’re so… stupid. 

“Sorry about Sam, I… do you want to meet up later? I have better pants, these are trashed. Heh, I must look like you found me in the sewer.” -Sigh- Why did I say that? She didn’t actually say she wanted to stay the night, she was probably just teasing. Talk about jumping the gun. 

“Don’t you dare get rid of these, I love the little frogs and you look so… um, I better go before Sam gets bored and comes back in. Come over to my place tonight after you’re done hanging out at the saloon, and bring those pajamas. I want to get to know that little frog better, heh! Yeah, that was a joke. Sort of. Not really. Okay, I’m done, one more kiss?” I bend down a little to give her a parting kiss, then she’s stepping out the door, leaving me feeling a little cold and empty. Trudging down the stairs, a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. Tonight can’t come soon enough.

To be continued??

Shadows and Starlight (Perspectives 1)

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Frogs of Summer

A variation on Frogs of Fall, this was my original idea that morphed midway through. All hail the frog pajamas, who knew such an innocent post would take us here!

My apologies to Sam, I'll make it up to him later, if you thought Frogs of Fall was bad... oh dear. Please don't kill me, I'll write a part 2 at some point soon, promise!

Sebastian/fem farmer (Raven OC) NSFW: mild language, sexual content (toes touching the smut line) | Quick read ~1400 words (only Raven's POV this time)

Read on AO3 here: Frogs of Summer

Related: Frogs of Fall

Frogs of Summer

It’s early, but not that early. The sun rose not too long ago but the air is already sweltering, heavy in my lungs. Even wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt, I’m sweating in the dead summer heat. I check my watch one more time before resting my hand on the door. Nine o’clock. The handle turns and the door swings open. I step inside, reveling in the cool air rushing to meet me. “Hello, Raven!” Robin’s cheerful voice greets me as I step up to the counter, she winks and nudges the catalogue towards me, eager for another big project. I glance toward the dark shadow of the basement stairs.

“Hehe! I should’ve guessed, you’re here to catch Sebby before he starts work. Well, you didn’t have to come by this early, he’s never up before 10:30. Wait, wait! Since you’re here, I want your opinion on my latest masterpiece. Right over here, what do you think?” Robin practically bounces over to a sheet-covered project, dramatically whisking the fabric up and letting it fly behind her to settle on the counter. 

I’m greeted by an intricately carved bed frame, four posters featuring vine patterns and leaves twining up the spindles and ending in blooming lotus flowers. It’s… incredible!

“I haven’t decided if I want to paint it or leave it the natural wood grain. I’m leaning towards natural, what do you think?” 

-Yawn- “I like the wood grain… did you get milk?” Sebastian’s velvety voice caresses my ear and my heart leaps. Even though he obviously just woke up, he sounds… I slowly turn as time stutters to a halt. Sebastian is rubbing his eyes, his hair wild, a pillow crease across one cheek. He hasn’t seen me yet, his fingers run back through his hair, then up as he reaches for the ceiling, arching his back and yawning, shirt riding up and exposing his belly… Oh… holy… My eyes widen and my heart tries to escape my chest as my gaze drifts down to his belly button and a tidy line of dark hair marching straight down between the angle of his hips to his dangerously-low waistband. My lungs struggle for air as my lips part, I'm gaping like a fish but can’t do anything about it… his pajama pants are well-worn, stretched out at the waist with frayed ties hanging loose. Little faded cartoon frogs frolic merrily across the fabric, dancing and catching dragonflies. One little frog seems to smirk then wink as it peeks out from behind the pajama fly. Rising up on his toes, Sebastian is fully committed to the stretch, as I unabashedly stare.

“SEBASTIAN!!” Robin’s voice rockets through the room, shocking Sebastian out of his languid stupor. He blinks, disoriented, then meets my gaze. Pupils dilating in those slate gray eyes, he starts to smile before a flush of red flares up his throat and over his cheeks as he yanks at his shirt hem. “Don’t just wander out of your room like that, this is a business! There are people here! Get your skinny ass back downstairs and put on some clothes, boy, you’re lucky it was Raven and not a client from Zuzu City!” The air snaps and crackles in irritation, I sheepishly glance down at my own clothes to make sure they look alright. 

“I uh, sorry, I didn’t… R-Raven? Oh god…” Spinning on his heel, Sebastian leaps for the stairs. I blink. Before propriety can stop me, I chase after Seb, hot on his heels as we scramble down the steps. He flings the door open, and I fly through right behind him, whirling to shut it firmly behind me, the cooler basement air washing over my body, lifting my hair. I press my back against the wooden panels, chest heaving. Sebastian is inches in front of me, eyes wide, mouth agape, panting… What did I just do? I’ve been in his room many times but this feels different. I literally just chased a half-dressed man into his bedroom and slammed the door! Oh Yoba, there’s no graceful way out of this one…

Tick… tick… tick… the clock on the wall and my pounding heart are all I can hear. I half expect Robin to burst through the door, but there is no sound from the stairs. -Gulp- “Seb… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking… I’ll leave.” I force the words out, barely a whisper. Sebastian steps forward, his hand moving up, touching my face… so light… 

“Please… please don’t go,” he breathes, caressing my skin, my eyes flickering shut. Tick… tick… tick… Air rushes into my lungs and my body moves on its own, arms reaching out to close the gap between us, the fabric of Sebastian’s shirt catching then sliding beneath my palms until my hands meet behind his neck. My face pressed against his skin. Warm, safe. Sebastian’s breath is ragged in my ear, his arms snaking behind my back and tightening as warm lips brush my cheek. “Raven… I’ve wanted to hold you like this for so long…” The full length of his body is pressed against mine, the thin fabric of his pajamas doing nothing to disguise his form, the little frogs on his pants tickle my bare legs, teasing.

“There’s frogs on your pajamas,” I whisper. He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. I look up and smile, his eyes shimmering gray pools in the dim light. 

“I like frogs.” His lips touch mine, soft and gentle, tentative, unsure. A tingling rush flows to my core, igniting a fire and deep ache within. I gasp and press more firmly against him, my tongue touching his lips, they immediately part to let me in. A whimpering moan caresses my ears as he curls his tongue around mine, I feel him hardening, pressing against me, searching… “D-do you want to… can we…” I shift my weight, wrapping one leg around his, leaning against him, feeling him surge in response. Mmmm that’s nice… I slide one hand down his chest, lifting his shirt, and running my fingers along the frayed waistband, the edges of elastic poking through where the fabric has worn away. Sassy little frogs peek from the gathered fabric, they seem to blush as if they know what’s coming. My fingers slip easily under the tired band, raising goosebumps on Sebastian’s pale skin. He’s not wearing any boxers. Damn. The downy hair of his happy trail meets coarser, curly strands. He sucks air and digs into my back as my fingertips touch the sensitive skin of his tip, a bead of moisture eliminating friction as my trembling fingers explore, breath shallow, heart racing.

Scrape… thunk… thunk… heavy feet racing down the stairs… “SEB! YOU DOWN THERE?” The door slams open, narrowly missing my back… “Heya-,” Ooof!! Sam’s momentum carries him through the door, piling into me and Sebastian, air rushes from my lungs, Sebastian’s arms pinwheeling, “AAAAAGH!!” THUD! Black… can’t see… lungs frantically gasping for air… Sebastian groaning as he tries to curl into a ball, Sam sprawled out on top of us. 

“Oh shit… oh god… ehhhehehhh,” Sebastian’s tortured whimpers reach my ears as air rushes back into my lungs and I blink. I’m in the middle of a man sandwich, Sebastian grabbing his crotch and Sam squirming on top, trying to roll off. If Sebastian hadn’t gotten such a beating, it would have been funny… well, maybe not. I shift to the side, unceremoniously dumping Sam on the floor, giving Sebastian room to breathe through his misery. 

“Seb! Oh man, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, I swear! Uh, are you okay? Raven! I didn’t mean to kill him, really!” Sam leans over Sebastian, obviously concerned that he’d irreparably damaged his friend. Sebastian seems to have recovered, I catch a glint in his eye as his leg shoots out, snagging Sam’s foot and landing him flat on his back, spread-eagle. Gasping. “Dude! Okay, I deserved that… wait… were you guys just… ohhhhh damn… hehe! I’m going to be paying for this for a while, huh?”

Sebastian’s mouth twitches, “In ways you can’t even imagine.”