#Sebby lovely <3

[mangokittokatsu]

Honeybee

Sebby lovely this is for you!!! Happy birthday my love!!!!! 💖💖💖 @sebsxphia

Robert “Bob” Floyd x Little! Reader x Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

WC: 2.1k

Tags: age regression, tooth rotting fluff, overuse of the Oxford comma

A day. That’s the only way you could truly describe how your shift had gone, it had been a day. It hadn’t even been overly bad yet here you were, tears stinging your eyes and blurring your vision as you fumbled with your keys to try and unlock the front door when it swings open before you find the right key, revealing Bob on the other side. You look up at his smiling face and let out an involuntary whimper and a wet sigh that borders on a sob, feeling a fuzziness start to take over the edges of your mind as you lurch forward into his arms, “Bobby…” you whine while burying your face into his neck, the tears finally spilling over with a broken sob. He startles for a split second before firmly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you inside, kicking the door shut with his heel as he gently shushes you and rubs your back in soothing circles.

He leads you over to the couch and sits you down where Natasha is watching you in concern, scooting over to allow Bob the space to sandwich you between them as she presses up against your back, feeling your sobs course through your body. She hums quietly before she brings her hand up to your hair and lightly scratches her short nails across your scalp, “oh baby girl,” she lets out with a sympathetic sigh, “it’s ok, we’re here.” She whispers to you in a soft tone and you feel yourself quickly slipping, the stress of the day catching up to you as you melt into their soft touches and words. You slightly remove your face from Bob’s shoulder to press your head into Natasha’s touch with a broken whine, the two of them holding you and letting you cry between them in their arms.

Bob pulls one of his hands out from between you and Natasha once your sobs settle out into sniffles and hiccups, cupping your jaw and guiding your face up to look at him as he swipes his thumb across your cheek to wipe the tears away, “do you wanna talk about it, baby girl?” You shake your head, not knowing how to put it into words, at least not right now, “jus’ want you an’ mommy, ‘m tired”, you whimper out, your voice rough from crying, and lean into his hand as his face softens in understanding. “That’s ok honeybee, whenever you’re ready. We’ve got you, we’re here. Do you want to watch a movie? Or do you just wanna cuddle with me and mommy?” You don’t respond at first, just letting yourself feel their touches and slip further down before looking back up at Bob, “wanna watch a movie” you eventually decide, “can we have snacks?” Your glassy eyes and quiet voice cause a soft smile to break out on his face before he leans in to press a kiss to your nose, “of course we can honeybee.”

You feel Natasha shift behind you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you firmly against her chest in a tight hug. Your eyes slip closed as her warm breath puffs against your scalp before she places a gentle kiss to the crown of your head before she pulls away, shushing you and wrapping the throw blanket from the back of the couch around you when you whine at the loss and sudden cold against your back, “just a minute little one, I’m just grabbing a few things for us. Just stay right here and cuddle with daddy and I’ll be right back”. With one last kiss to your head she disappears towards the kitchen as you burrow into Bob’s chest, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself and eagerly sucking and nibbling on his fingers when he offers them, still sniffling and hiccuping softly with the occasional stray tear escaping your eyes. He hums a random lullaby to you softly, the vibrations spreading through his chest soothing you further, breathing out a soft, shuddering sigh through your nose as you let yourself relax into his hold.

A few minutes go by before Natasha returns, barely juggling a bowl of popcorn as well as some cut up fruit, always insisting on making sure you had balanced snacks, along with a couple juice boxes and water bottles. You let out a quiet giggle around Bob’s fingers as she unceremoniously dumped them onto the coffee table in front of the couch. She looks at you in adoration when you giggle, as if she’s hearing the heavens sing, before plopping back onto the couch next to you and pressing herself up against you where you’ve settled yourself in Bob’s lap while she was gone with your head tucked under his chin. She readjusts you a bit so your legs are draped across her thighs, bringing the three of you as close together as possible. One of her hands grabs yours and squeezes gently as she brushes your hair out of your face. Your eyes are half closed, the stress of the day melting away as exhaustion takes over while Natasha picks a movie for you. It’s something lighthearted that you’ve all seen enough times to quote so you don't have to focus on it. She reaches across your legs and grabs the bowl of popcorn and sets it in your lap, picking up the fruit next and coaxing Bob’s fingers out of your mouth as you pout before she holds a piece out to you and pops it into your mouth, “there we go baby girl, doing so good for us, our perfect little honeybee.”

The three of you continue sitting there, your head tucked under Bob’s chin with his arms wrapped around you and gently rocking as the movie plays quietly on the screen, Natasha gently rubbing your legs while feeding you pieces of popcorn and fruit and giving you sips of your juice box. She occasionally hums along to whatever song is playing in the movie, both of them never stopping their whispers of sweet nothings and praises. You barely register when the credits start rolling, completely melted into their touches and soft words and regressed with your face buried into Bob’s stomach, having slowly shifted down over the course of the movie. You’re gently chewing on the edge of his shirt and getting it wet but he couldn’t care less. His hand is resting in your hair, running his fingers through it and occasionally working out any small tangles he happens to snag while Natasha’s hand rubs soothing circles against the skin of your hip with her thumb where your shirt rode up. She looks over at Bob, nudging her shoulder against his to get his attention and nodding her head in the direction of the stairs. A silent way of telling him it was time for bed before she leans down to talk to you softly, “baby girl, c’mon, let’s get up and go to bed. Do you want me or daddy to carry you or do you wanna walk by yourself?”

You just let out a whine in response, burying your face further into Bob’s stomach as he lets out a soft chuckle, “I know you’re comfy baby girl but you’ll be more comfy in bed, you can even wear one of my sweatshirts to sleep tonight instead of your own pajamas, how does that sound? I know how much you love the one that I’ve still got from the academy and it’s nice and clean.” He waits for you to respond, pulling his hand out of your hair as you wiggle around to sit up slightly, the edge of his shirt dropping from your mouth in the process and watching as you blink a few times, gathering your slow thoughts and nodding in agreement, “ok daddy, c’n mommy carry me to bed?” A soft smile stretches across her face, her eyes filled with love for you as you look at her with hopeful, glassy eyes and she tucks your messy hair behind your ear before she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, “of course I can honeybee, anytime you want.”

She untangles herself from the blankets and out from under your legs so she can sit you upright, promptly scooping you up and propping you on her hip as she stands. You shiver at the cold from the loss of the blanket and your Bobby’s warmth and she lets out a sympathetic coo, “Bobby wrap their blanket around them will you? Can’t have our little one getting cold while we go upstairs now can we?” She gently sways as Bob stands up, wrapping the blanket around your shoulders and kissing your cheek, “I’ll be right up baby girl, I’m just gonna clean up while mommy gets you all ready for bed, ok?” His soft words float through your head as you sleepily nod, your head already resting against Natasha’s shoulder with your eyes closed as she turns and carries you up the stairs.

You open your eyes as she sets you down on a hard surface and you frown as you register that you’re not in bed but on the bathroom counter in the en suite, seeing Natasha already grabbing your toothbrush and toothpaste, involuntarily letting out a quiet whine from high in the back of your throat in slight protest.

She lets out a soft sigh, “I know darling, but you’ve gotta brush your teeth, I can help you tonight ok? And you can keep your blankie nice and warm around your shoulders.” Her voice a gentle tone but holding no room for argument, you let her rest her hand on your cheek and brush your teeth for you. Knowing that if she takes too long you’ll start to protest, she finishes up quickly. It’s not the most thorough job by her standards but it’s enough for tonight. She hands you a cup of water and instructs you to rinse your mouth as she brushes your hair and begins to braid it for the night, never ending the stream of praise and sweet nothings that drift past her lips through the entire process, “There’s my good girl, so good for me and daddy, I’m almost done and then we can go get you all comfy in bed ok?” She ties off the end of your hair and scoops you up back into her arms to carry you back into the bedroom.

Bob is waiting for you when you walk back through the door, he’s slipped his academy sweatshirt on for a few minutes to make sure it’s nice and warm and smells more like him. He watches Natasha set you gently on the bed and get you changed into a pair of sleep shorts. He quickly removes his sweatshirt and slips the soft material over your head and helps you guide your arms through the sleeves when she takes your shirt off, making sure you don’t get cold. You gently flap the ends of the too long sleeves around over your hands with a soft, happy squeal, bringing the tattered edge of the sleeve up to your mouth and softly chewing on it. Bob and Natasha watching you with matching smiles, looking at you like you’re the most perfect thing in the world and to them you are. Bob pulls the covers back and lays down, guiding you up to lie next to him, “c’mon baby girl, there we go, we’ve got you.” He wraps his arm around you, tucking you against him as you lay your head on his chest. You look up at him with sleepy eyes, shining at him like he hung the moon and he feels his heart melt as he brings his other hand up to brush against your cheek. Natasha climbs into bed behind you, pressing herself against your other side and placing a soft kiss to your shoulder, “love you so much honeybee, always so perfect for us.” Somewhere far in the back of your mind is the faint thought that they’ll want you to talk about your day sometime tomorrow, but that doesn’t matter. Not when you’re safe and relaxed in their arms, their scent surrounding you and lulling you further towards sleep along with their gentle touches, humming as you press your cheek further against Bob’s chest.

“L’ve you and daddy, momma. ‘M sleepy”

“Go to sleep little one, we’ll be right here when you wake up and we’ll do whatever you wanna do tomorrow”, Bob shushes you for one final time. He feels your breathing even out against his side, soft puffs of your breath ghosting across his collarbone as you let yourself fall asleep finally. You drift off knowing he’s telling the truth, exhaustion settled deep in your bones from the day, but feeling beyond safe. Beyond loved and cared for, right here in their arms. Their perfect baby girl that they’d do anything for, as long as it meant you were happy.

[mangokitkats]

@sebsxphia I saw these earrings at a convention this weekend and needed them the second I saw them bc they just reminded me of Bobby right away 🥹😭 lil bunnies and moons!!!!!

[mikerooksi]

'you should wait a bit to marry/date seb so you can see all of different dialogues!'

I CANNNT I CANTTT SOMEONE HELP ME HES SO CUTE PLEADE EASE PLEASE I ALREADY HAVE 10 HEARTS WITH HIM AND IM ALREADY HIS BF ITS ONLY YEAR 1 ITS ONLY YEAR 1 WINTER I DONT WANNA WAIT AHH AHH HES SO CUTE AHHSJSKA

[hopefuloverfury]

could you write something about your first kisses with the bachelor/ettes? I feel like you're the only blog who characterizes them well ugh

Hey, anon. Sorry for disappearing on you, that’s my bad. I hope this is worth the wait. 

Honestly, I try not to look at a lot of other stardew blogs because someone else’s opinion of a character can pretty heavily influence my own interpretations—however—Jo, Beets, Snail and Bom are all great, and I can’t recommend them enough. (Minors do not follow/interact with Jo or Beets, and Bom and Snail don’t want any kiddos interacting with their NSFW stuff, so don’t do that either. Be nice and respect everyone's boundaries.) But besides them, I’ve got nothing. Maybe some good samaritans will drop a few more users in the notes for you? But as always I appreciate the love, anon.

There’s cursing (my fault), a little bit of dialogue, and some suggestive moments (also my fault), but it isn't bad so I’ll settle with a “Minors Proceed With Extreme Caution” warning. I know that some of the bachelors have a proper kiss in their heart events, but I like my ideas more so we’re gonna ignore those lmfao.

Sam

Out of all of the bachelors, he’s the most nervous

Which is ironic, given the “jump-head-first-into-things-with-no-care-for-my-personal-safety” vibe he’s got going on, but whatever

He refuses to touch you, at first—but not because he doesn’t want to

Sam is an extremely tactile person, so of course he wants to touch you—but he also knows he can be a bit much sometimes, and he doesn’t want to chase you off with his greed or his enthusiasm

So he goes for soft, gentle, and perfectly pliant under your touch as you pull him in

It’s honestly a little jarring, because he seems the type to get desperate (true) and not be able to control himself (also very true)

But this boy is exercising an immense amount of self control to not jump headfirst into getting heavy and fast and yanking on clothes too hard

He does a good job keeping himself contained atta boy, buddy

He thought that once he’d finally gotten a taste of you, maybe he’d finally be able to think about literally anything else

Unfortunately, he would be incorrect

And now that he has experienced it, he’s overwhelmed and dizzy with his want

He keeps his eyes closed and basks in it for at least five seconds after you pull away

He is absolutely heaving, wrecked just from the tiniest chaste press of your lips against his

He’s been waiting for you to do that for weeks

His eyes flutter open slowly, and then his gaze flicks up to you

Licks his lips as he tracks his eyes down your torso and back up

His palm is warm against the back of your neck as he pulls you down for seconds

And yeah, this is more like how you thought it’d be

Does not stop pulling you against him, even though you physically couldn’t get any closer if you tried

Your shirt gets rucked up to your waist untintentionally, because he keeps gripping you and yanking you closer

But the moment he feels your bare skin against his palms, he’s flinging himself backward

Blinks up at you with bright pink cheeks and his hands twitching against your waist

Swallows hard and clenches his jaw

He knows he should let go but he really doesn’t want to

If you lean back in, he drags his hands up slowly, and traces the line of your spine with his fingertips

I’ll stop there lol

Seb

This boy. Jesus.

He’s got next to no experience, let’s just get that out of the way now

Is immediately overwhelmed, even before you kiss him

Just the feeling of your palms warm on his jaw as you angle him just so is enough to have him trembling

Stares at your lips through half-lidded eyes until you finally finish closing the distance

Shivers at the slightest brush of your lips against his

He gasps high and can’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed by it

Grabs onto your hips for dear life

He is immensely glad that you decided to kiss him while he was leaning on his bike, because otherwise he would have collapsed at your feet he might collapse anyway

Lord help him if you try to deepen the kiss though

If you do, he might actually pass out

Similarly to Sam, he’s going to get desperate after a minute, but he’ll hold himself back

He’ll have way less success with it than Sam, though

Sebastian definitely holds you a little too tight, and doesn’t give you enough space or time to breathe between kisses

Even if you don’t touch him beyond holding his face, when you pull away, he looks absolutely debauched

Like you could’ve sworn your hands were never in his hair but somehow it’s still ruffled?

Nevermind his hoodie sitting askew on his shoulders and giving a considerable peak at his collarbones

Honestly you don’t know how he managed to do all that, but don’t bother asking him because he is not able to think straight at all

His eyes are hardly open, blinking slowly and zoned absolutely the fuck out while he tries to catch his breath

Homeboy is straight up panting

“Breathe, Seb.”

Whines out a “no” all petulantly, pulls you flush against his chest, and dives in again

Alex

Homeboy spent weeks fantasizing about kissing you before he finally worked up the courage

He wants your first kiss to be special, like something straight off the movie screen

But he’s constantly second guessing himself, convinced that no moment is perfect enough to cut it

He’s hoping that the moment will come when you’re on a date or something, and he’s planning romantic shit left and right with the hopes that something will click and that’ll be it

He’s dropping you off at home after another date, and another failed attempt

He walks down your porch and turns around briefly to make sure you get inside safely

You’re watching him go, a knowing smile on your face as you reach for the handle

“Goodnight, Alex. Get home safe.”

You lick your lips, and turn to go inside

That’s what does it. Because of course it is.

The urge, the determination, the sudden desire thick and pooling in his chest that he’s never felt before—he knows without a doubt that if he doesn’t kiss you right now, he’s going to cry

Fuck perfection, fuck the moment, he just wants to kiss you

Practically stomps up your front steps, breath heaving in his chest as he reaches out and pulls you right against him with a hand on your jaw

Angling you just so, and leaning in to seal your lips together

He breathes a sigh of relief

Finally.

Something like satisfaction settles in his chest, warm like honey dripping into a mug of tea

His touch is firm on your jaw, keeping you perfectly angled for him to kiss you how he wants

You hold onto his arms for dear life, anchoring yourself to him as he kisses you so eagerly that your back actually hits your front door

It doesn’t hurt, but that makes you gasp into his mouth, and oof that sound is dangerous for his sanity

Isn’t really rough about it, but he is firm

Hisses a curse or two between kisses, licks his lips a lot because he can’t get enough

Bringing your hands up around his shoulders, you tangle your fingertips in the short cropped hair on his nape

You run your fingernails over his skin lightly, and he shivers hard

Practically pins you against the door in his effort to get closer

He accidentally presses too close, and the tiniest noise rumbles against his lips from the back of your throat

He knows what that sound means immediately, and alarm bells go off in his head

Tears himself away from you and pants for breath

Drops his forehead against your shoulder and props himself up against the door instead of holding you

“Alex?” 

God, your voice is all hoarse from kissing him and it’s putting dangerous thoughts in his head

“I should go home. Before I…”

You agree, but he doesn’t move away

Your eyes flick down to his lips for a split second, and that’s enough

Just one more, he tells himself, and then you’re swapping the air in your lungs again

With one hand spread against the mahogany and the other gripping your hip, he gives you a few more than just the one

Elliott 

Same dilemma as Alex

Wants it to be special, dramatic, memorable, heart-stopping, all the things

And he tries

He tries so hard

And it almost works. 

God dammit, his picnic by the pond next to Marnie’s almost works

The moment is perfect, you’re smiling up at him with the breeze blowing in your hair and the sun in your smile

Until the sun is suddenly gone and the wind picks up into a howl

In almost no time at all a storm cracks the sky open and you two get absolutely drenched

You run to your farmhouse, practically soaked through as you make it to the safety of your porch awning

The picnic is ruined, and he’s super disappointed because he was so close 

Then he looks at you, and he’s never seen such a beautiful sight

Hair glued to your face from the rain, with a wild grin on your face and your laughter chiming like bells in his ears

He drops the picnic blanket heavy with rain water across the top of your porch bench to dry, and sets the basket down

He needs his hands free if he wants to do this right

He’s stepping towards you, shivering from the rain sticking to his skin

And we all know Elliott is a romantic at heart

Wipes the rain off your cheeks as best he can, all while he smiles softly at you

“May I kiss you?”

You nod quickly, immediately hooking your hands on the lapels of his jacket and hanging on

Kisses you gentle and slow

Cradles the back of your head and neck like you’re made of glass

It isn’t a particularly long kiss—maybe a few seconds at most

Breathes quietly against your lips when you part

Looks at you for a few long moments with all the love in his heart, and doesn’t plan on kissing you twice until you’re glancing at his lips again

Elliott brings his hands to your shoulder blades and presses you close to his chest

But he can’t get close enough

Drags his hands down to your waist and grips you tight

You squeak against his mouth when he does, and that’s when he loses his composure

Starts kissing you a little more firmly, tries deepening the kiss a bit

Shivers and gasps when your fingers tangle into his hair, still stringy and wet from the rain

And he doesn’t stop shivering

You pull away, feeling his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, and then you giggle because his teeth have started chattering

“Cold?”

“Extremely.”

You invite him inside to dry off and warm up

He may or may not kiss you again.

Shane

You’d think your first kiss would be nervous and awkward—no.

Shane holds himself back for at least a few weeks into your relationship, worried out of his mind that one wrong move is gonna shatter everything for you two

So once he’s confident and knows for certain that he’s what you want,

He’s not holding back for shit

Homeboy physically can’t stand the tension anymore anyway, especially with how often he catches you staring at him—at his lips

Pulls you in by the back of your neck and keeps his hand there to hold you close

Even when he pulls away to let you catch your breath, it’s barely enough because you’re still gasping into each other’s mouths

He literally does not let you go more than an inch or two

Your lips are 100% flushed and tingling from how much he nips at them

His other hand is firm on your waist and he does not let you go unless you ask him to

Struggles to choose between looking into your eyes or staring at your lips any time you part

So he does both

His hair is usually a little scruffy looking, but something about a kiss like that has him looking particularly disheveled

Shiny pink lips, bruised and angry red from how hard he’s pressing into you

Eyebrows pinched together and it almost makes him look angry

His hoodie is probably pulling at his shoulders a bit because somehow you managed to push it down his arms

Presses his thumb against the pulse point beneath your jaw, just to make sure he’s not the only one who’s losing it

And he struggles to keep it together when he feels your heart thumping wildly in your throat

Recognizes which direction you’re both going and starts switching to chaste pecks

Rests his forehead against yours as you both calm back down

Gets a little teary while looking at you, and huffs a wet laugh too

He’s so happy with you, and doesn’t know how he got so lucky

Harvey

Softest fucking kiss you’ve ever been given in your entire life

Your noses bump together a little before he’s diving in close

Holds you so delicately, because you’re so precious to him

Gives you a few test pecks before he actually goes for it, and breathes in heavily through his nose when he does

It’s the kind of kiss that has you pulling on each other to get as close as possible

He holds the back of your neck like Shane, but he’s much more gentle about it

Will let you pull away however many times you want, but chases after you every time

His eyes are all hazy and he physically cannot stop looking at your mouth

With one hand on your waist, Harvey will dip his thumb under the hem of your shirt and rub back and forth over your skin

You’ve never seen him as focused as he is when he’s kissing you

Doesn’t move to take the kiss deeper, and doesn’t use tongue—but he doesn’t need to

Just the insistent press of lips is enough to get his point across

If his glasses get pushed up or clink against your face, he’ll pull back to take them off and set them down

The tension is kind of overwhelming

Every time he tries to restrain himself or exhibit self control, it only takes one look at your big eyes blinking at him with a flush on your cheeks and he’s getting right back up in your business

You’ve never heard him curse so openly before, but trying to control himself is nearing painful

Dives in, pauses a centimeter away, swears viciously because he’s failing miserably at controlling himself, and then he’s giving up entirely

Couldn’t resist you even if he wanted to

You’ll have to be the one to put an end to it because Harvey cannot

Don’t call his name while he’s like this though because then he won’t give you a moment to speak again

[that1otter]

The skrunkly 🩷

I'm gay I swear 🙏 women r life

[7roaches]

Hiii i just followed rrecently so im not really familiar wit ur ocs yet so 2A for your pick of oc to show off wearin a fancy fit ^_^

Also i fcukign love original characters SOOO if u want 2 tell me abt them i would be GLAD 2 hear a lil abt em as well :]

heres sunbeam in 2A :3c

ALDO YEAH I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY CHARACTERS even though i know absolutely nothing about them (lying(

i have 3 main ones & a possible 4th one due for a revamp: trigger (he/him), gabriel (he/him), & sabrina (she/her) (left 2 right)

theyre 3 losers who r horrible to themselves and eachother but theyre also besties (kinda) & maybe some kind of fucked up love triangle (or love arrow ^ more like) in a way,

i have a ton of their character stuff and arcs and turning points planned out (& even the ending of their story) but i havent figured out how to squeeze in a Crucial part of the plot which is why i rarely talk about their stories, that plus idk how 2 draw comics i need to learn sigh. ill make some character info stuff about them soon :3

[isatoru]

u isagifying that post…… EVIL /pos

sora whenever u talk ab him i have to lay face first on the floor for 30 minutes

SORRY for my tags I MISS HIM SO BAD DUDE all i've been posting about is oliver and when i see a chance to talk about someone else I Grab it . v___v <3 for my health

IM HONORED but also omg nooo i'll lay on the floor with u about him take my hand 🫴 its okay we r in this together.... hes so bf he turns me into a puddle on the floor

[skitskatdacat63]

OHMYGOOOOOODDD CATIE YOUR LITTLE DOODLE ART OF BOY KING LIL SEB ITS GORGUS!!!! CANT WAIT FOR THE MORE HEADCANONS PLEASE DRAW MORE ITS BEAUTIFUL!!!!<3333

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH THANK YOU ELLE!!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕 HE IS MY PRETTY BOY 🤭 THANK YOU FOR INDULGING MY NICHE AUs 💕

I would like to draw a lot more :D I think it's a lot of fun to look at historical eras and try to make parallels and connections!(either through my OCs or my F1 boys) But god, when I look at old paintings for ref, the level of detail in the clothing is a bit scary... but I still think it's very interesting to do research into it and design it :)

Bit of historical rambling:

I said in the tags that this AU could really only be Vettonso, and I will explain why. I mean obviously at first, I was only comparing that statue to Seb because uhhhh he looks like Seb!!! But I researched a bit more into that era and guess what's happening at this point: The Spanish War of Succession. Which was when the Spanish Throne was up for grabs, and the two main candidates were a Spanish Duke and an Austrian heir to the Holy Roman Empire. See where I'm going with this?

But the Spanish Duke ends up getting the throne, rightfully, but the Austrian ends up becoming the Holy Roman Emperor even though he wasn't first in line, so who really won in the end!

Lmao I think this AU would end up being: well, guess how we can reunite the Austrian and Spanish bloodlines again....arranged marriage plot!! Canon Divergence in both the matters of them being replaced with Vettonso and also with the war not happening

God help me, I read way too much about the Habsburgs, I blame my trip to Austria 🤧 My German prof, who is from there, always seems kinda proud of the history so I wonder what he'd think if he knew I was looking into it this much....and bastardizing it

[aeronbracken]

Look at this lad he just joined a murder cult and on his way to kill someone.

[mangokittokatsu]

slides you a $50

pls i’m thinking and need bobby helping regressed reader when they’re sick :( like you regress to a really small age like one or two and you’re completely non verbal, all you can usher out is “dada”.

mixed with the sickness it makes you so fussy and tearful to the point where all you need is skin on skin with bobby and him running you a hot bath and just taking care of you and i just AAAAAAH

i love you the mostest my love 🥺🥺 <33

Sebby lovely!! 🥺💕 I'm so so sorry this took me so long!!!! I wrote like 800 words for this over the course of December since you sent this in and then had horrible writer's block and I wanted to make this a long piece, but then tonight for some reason was struck with an insane amount of motivation and cranked out the remainder in like 2 hours. I hope you enjoy it lovely!!!! 🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 @sebsxphia

Hush Little Darling

Robert "Bob" Floyd x Little! Reader

WC: 3.1k

Tags: Age regression, fluff, sickness (nothing graphic), nightmares

The morning sun was creeping in through the curtains of your bedroom where Bob was already sitting up in bed, reading his most recent book of choice while you still slept next to him. It was one of his only days off of the week and as such, he was going to spend every minute of it with you. He glanced over at you with a small look of worry as you let out a soft whine as your eyes fluttered open. He had expected you to be waking up soon, what he didn’t anticipate however was for you to roll over and press yourself into his side with a soft whimper, instantly alarming him to your overheated body and how your hair was sticking to your sweaty forehead. He set his book down on the nightstand, not even worrying about placing a bookmark, and pressed his hand to your face with a slight frown before pulling back. A shiver wracked your frame as you desperately tried to burrow further into him and he pulled you closer, wrapping the blankets tighter around you. 

“You not feeling good bunny?” He spoke to you in a soft voice, knowing that if you had a fever you likely had a headache on top of it.

You just looked up at him with teary eyes, sniffling as you managed to cry out a hoarse “dada!” before the tears spilled over onto your cheeks. 

Bob instantly pulled you up into his arms, shushing you gently as you buried your face into his neck with a whine, clinging to him tightly and pulling the collar of his shirt into your mouth to chew on in an attempt to soothe yourself. He rocked you slowly for a few minutes before you sniffled too hard in irritation at your runny nose, suddenly pulling yourself away from him as you sent yourself into a painful sounding coughing fit. Bob rubbed your back through it, gathering you back up in his arms with a sympathetic coo as you slumped against him once it passed, turning your face into his chest and throwing your arms around his neck as your tears came back in full force. Your throat felt like it was on fire and your body ached, the coughing fit certainly not helping either one. Your shirt was sticking to your sweaty skin yet you felt like you were freezing. Bob softly placed a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you and shifting you both over to the edge of the bed, setting his feet on the floor. 

“Hey baby girl,” he guided your head away from his chest to look at your face as he gently stroked his thumb across your cheeks, wiping away some of your tears, “let’s go get you out of these sweaty clothes and take a warm bath, huh? Does that sound good? It might help clear up all the icky stuff in your nose and chest too.”

You look up at him with glassy eyes, shoving your face back into his chest as you sluggishly reposition yourself to be straddling his hips and throwing your arms back around his neck. He takes your movement as a silent agreement, he’s about to stand up when he has the last second thought to grab the spare throw blanket across the foot of the bed and wrap it around you, knowing you’d quickly get cold without it once he set you down to run the bath. He carries you to the en suite and attempts to set you on the counter, immediately scooping you back up into his arms and soothing you as you start to fuss at the prospect of being set down and no longer touching him, “ok, ok I won’t set you down, I’ve got you, don’t worry bunny. Dada’s got you.” 

He maneuvers himself to sit on the edge of the tub, balancing you both carefully as he manages to turn on the tub with one hand and rocks you against him as he waits for it to warm up, soft tendrils of steam coming off the surface, before he reaches into the tub to close the drain and pours in an undetermined amount of lavender bubble bath. He stands up and brings you over to the counter, his hand coming up to the edge of your shirt, “I’m gonna get you undressed now ok? Can dada set you down so he can do it quick so you don’t get cold?” He waits a few seconds before he feels a small nod from you against his neck, gently setting you on the counter as you whine at the loss of his warmth and scent, a shiver running through your body again.

“I know little one, I’ll make it real quick and then you’ll be nice and warm in the bath and I’ll join you too, gonna stay with you the whole time.” He soothes you as he makes quick work of your sweaty clothes, dropping them into the hamper, his own sweatpants following shortly after, before he lifts you back into his arms. Bob lets out a concerned hum at the heat of your bare skin against his, letting you press yourself impossibly closer to him in his arms for a moment as he carefully steps into the tub and lowers you both down into the warm water. You instantly relax further against him, letting out a soft coo as the hot water soothes the aches of your body and the lavender works to slightly clear up the congestion in your chest. Bob eventually grabs the baby shampoo from next to the tub as the water starts to cool some and gently starts to work it through your slightly sweat matted hair. Logically he knows it’ll be just as sweaty again later, but at least for right now you’ll be nice and clean. He brings his hands down to the water to rinse them off before wrapping his arms back around you, “I’m gonna drain the tub and get us all rinsed off now ok?” 

You let out a whine at the thought of the warm water disappearing from around you, shoving yourself further into Bob’s chest as it flows down the drain. He keeps you both sitting in the tub as he turns the tap back on, letting it run to fully warm back up before pulling the switch and covering you both in a steaming spray of water while he begins to rinse the shampoo out of your hair. He massages your scalp gently, hoping the gentle touches soothe some of the fever induced headache away, whispers of sweet nothings and comforts slipping past his lips the entire time. Your head eventually falling against his shoulder, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed, no matter how good the warm water felt against you and your aching body. Bob lets out a soft hum, pressing a kiss to the top of your wet head, deeming your hair rinsed enough to get out of the tub as he reaches to turn off the shower and carefully stand you both up. He thanks whatever god that may exist that he thought ahead for your protest of the cold air as he pulls the shower curtain open, tears of discomfort and exhaustion springing to your eyes even as he wraps your fluffiest towel around you, your hands instantly reaching back out for him from where he’s sat you on the counter. 

Bob dries you off quickly and securely wraps the towel around you before giving himself a quick once over, barely bothering to dry his hair just enough to stop it from dripping off his short curls before scooping you back up into his arms and carrying you back to bed. He sets you down in front of him, running a comb through your hair and quickly putting it in a loose braid to keep it from getting tangled and out of your face. He softly kisses the top of your head with a whisper of, “Be right back Bunny, dada’s just going over to the dresser to grab some pjs, I’m still right here, not leavin’ ya at all.”

He digs through the drawers before pulling out a simple pair of sleep shorts for you and a pair of sweatpants for himself, knowing you’d likely want skin to skin contact with the amount of discomfort you were in and just how little you were. He grabs your pink pacifier with Thumper the rabbit on it almost on autopilot, pausing for a split second before reaching back into the dresser and pulling out your softest romper, a simple pastel color block and made of a thick but incredibly soft cotton, just in case. A soft whimper draws his attention back to you on the bed, you had turned to watch him with wide, glassy eyes and he noticed your bottom lip starting to tremble ever so slightly as tears began to slip down your reddened cheeks, a sign he was taking too long away from you. Bob slipped his sweatpants on in record speed and hurried back over to your side, cupping your face, smoothing his thumb along your cheek and kissing your forehead, “Shh Bunny it’s ok, Dada’s got you, ‘m sorry I took so long getting pjs, c’mere let me get you dressed.”

You lean towards him, letting him position you as he needed to in order to get your shorts on before grasping onto him after he slips your pacifier in your mouth, pressing your bare chest against his and nestling your face into his neck with a hiccuping sigh, letting some of the discomfort bleed out of you as it was overwhelmed by the safety and comfort of your Bobby’s arms. He grabs your soft blanket and wraps it snugly around your shoulders before hoisting you up, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carries you to the kitchen. He rummages through the fridge, a soft “ah ha!” filling the quiet air around you as he pulls out an applesauce pouch from the drawer, cracking the top off before easing your paci out of your mouth again, holding the applesauce to your lips only for you to turn your head away from it with a whine. Bob lets out a soft sigh, gently trying to coax you into taking it, “c’mon little one, you have to eat a little something so you can feel better. If you eat this I’ll get you some juice too ok?”

The promise of juice spurs you into reluctantly taking the pouch into your mouth, a soft smile spreading across Bob’s face, pressing a kiss to your warm cheek and murmuring praises to you, “that’s my baby girl, doing so good for me. Ya don’t gotta eat it all right now, just a little bit is ok, good Bunny.”

You ate as much of the pouch as your stomach would allow, which wasn’t much, but Bob was just happy he was able to get anything in your system. Staying true to his promise he filled a sippy cup with apple juice, offering it to you only for you to reach back for your paci again, your upset stomach not able to handle anything else at the moment. Bob let out a sympathetic coo in understanding, easily slipping it back into your mouth as he carried you over to the couch, settling you down on top of him and pulling another blanket over the two of you. Your skin was still too warm for his liking, a flush coloring the tops of your cheeks as you burrowed impossibly closer to him, tears starting to well in your eyes again as the aches of your body make themselves known once again after being calmed by the warm bath. Bob let his hand rest at the nape of your neck, gently scratching through the baby hairs there that had already escaped your braid, soothing you into sleep again despite the shivers that started to make their way through your body again, Bob pulling the blankets tighter around you. 

Bob wasn’t sure how much time had passed with you in a light but peaceful sleep on his chest, scrolling aimlessly on his phone as he held you close. It wasn’t until he was startled back to reality by a cry that he even realized he had fallen asleep as well, his brain instantly fully waking up as he took in your shaking, whimpering form on his chest. Your face was scrunched up in a mixture of pain and fear, your paci slipped out of your mouth and now laying against Bob’s bicep as you cried out again in your fever induced nightmare, a thin layer of sweat once again coating your flushed skin. Bob carefully sat up so you both were partially upright, hands sliding up your bare back to scratch at your scalp and gently swipe his thumbs across your cheeks.

“C’mon baby girl, wake up for me darlin’, it’s just a bad dream”, Bob soothed you, urging you awake, sighing in relief as your eyes blinked open, unfocused and filled with tears, “there’s my Bunny, you’re safe. It was just bad dream, dada’s got you, you’re safe.”

You clung onto his words but they weren’t enough to squash down the fears that still flashed in your mind every few seconds. You looked at him and blinked once, twice, before the dam broke inside you with a cry, “Dada!”

You pressed your face aggressively into the hand still resting on your cheek as heavy, painful sounding sobs wracked your body. Bob instantly pulled your face into his neck, letting you sob against his skin as he rocked you side to side and shushed you softly, trying to get you to settle before you tore up your already sore throat even more or made yourself sick from your gasps of air in between sobs, he could already hear your voice getting more hoarse with each passing cry out for him. As your cries slowly died down Bob eased your paci back into your mouth when he noticed you mouthing at the skin of his shoulder, looking for something to help soothe you. He continued rocking you as you slumped against him, your face buried back into his neck as you continued to take shuddering, hiccuping breaths, although they were getting less frequent. He could still feel fresh tears landing against his skin before he gently pulled your face away from him to look at you, still silently crying, “there we go little one, that’s good. Do you wanna go back to bed?”

You just nodded at him with a sniffle and a hiccup, throat too sore to do anything else, as you felt another wave of fresh tears spring to your eyes, the exhaustion caused by your nightmare and subsequent sobbing settled true and deep into you now. Bob simply scooped you up from the couch as he stood, grabbing your nearly forgotten sippy cup of juice off the coffee table and making sure the blanket wouldn't fall off your shoulders on the trek back to your bedroom. He settled you down on the bed, you were too exhausted to notice him briefly stepping away to turn on the box fan you kept in the corner of the room and to grab you some medicine from the bathroom. Bob returned to the bed, gently sitting you up and smiling softly as you looked at him with hazy doe eyes and holding out a small measuring cup filled with medicine, even in your exhausted state you still crinkled your nose in disgust at it, clearly displeased by just the notion of it. Bob let out a soft chuckle, “I know baby girl, but you’ve gotta take it, it’ll help you feel better. And look! I even have your juice right over there.”

He pointed over at the sippy cup now sitting on your nightstand, trying to talk you into taking the horribly fruit flavored medicine. You quickly decided you were too tired to put up much of a fight, begrudgingly letting Bob take your paci out of your mouth and help you quickly take it. You let out a disgusted cough as a few fresh tears slipped down your cheeks, still red and splotchy from both your fever and your sobbing after your nightmare. However, Bob was prepared, already handing you your juice to wash the taste out of your mouth before more tears could make themselves known. He let you have your fill of the juice, although truthfully it was only a few sips, before he slipped your paci back into your mouth. He was about to climb into bed with you when he thought about the romper he had grabbed earlier, long forgotten where he had tossed it to the head of the bed until now. He picked it up from by the pillows, holding it up in front of you as you looked more and more drowsy by the minute, “do you wanna wear your romper to bed, Bunny? It’s your super soft one with the pretty pastel colors.”

A slightly dopey smile spread across your face from under your paci as you slowly but eagerly nodded, a matching smile making its way to Bob’s face as he realized that the medicine was already helping you feel a little better. He slipped your romper on, quickly turning around to the dresser to grab your matching paci clip, clipping it to the collar of the romper and the other end to the paci sleepily hanging between your lips. He gently pushed it back into your mouth with a soft chuckle, taking a minute to look at you after he was done, admiring you and just how he got so damn lucky to have you in his life. He settled down in bed, guiding you to lay next to him, cuddled up into his side with one of his arms wrapped protectively around you as he murmured into your hair, “go to sleep Bunny, I’m not leavin’ anytime soon, gonna be right here when you wake up, I promise. I love you so much.”

He placed a soft kiss to your head as he felt your breathing even out, relieved to feel that your body was slightly less warm against his than it was earlier. He knew he’d likely get whatever bug you had, and that you would likely wake up still sick once the meds wore off, but none of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was that you were finally sleeping peacefully after a day full of discomfort and pain, and that was the most important thing in the world to him.

[yoichichi]

owo hi star baby it’s so nice in hereeee. scratching behind ur ears ur new theme is so pretty!!!!

Omg sebby baby hi >.< pls make yourself at home!! Have a little spot by the window jus for u to sunbask :3

N HEHE THANK YOUUUUUUU, m wagging my tail n licking your hand

[frecklystars]

Different anon here, interested in what you have to say about Ryan's voice and his characters, I was wondering if you can write a bit on Sebastian Wilder?

AH, YES... I feel like I'm being repetitive if I bring up the soft fricatives/gentle consonants again, over and over, so I'll use some videos as examples while I'm rambling here. I'm honestly just going to be throwing my words out into the void and seeing if it sticks. Half of this is me just gushing about how much I like the sound of his voice instead of rly analyzing it like I did with previous anon. I'm not sure if you wanted me to write on the softness of his voice specifically or if I can take the reigns... I think I'll touch on a little bit of everything ❤

Sebastian's vibe is all low-hooded long-lashed eyes, whiskey pink lips, and his voice is no different. He's got a very laid back and somber way of speaking even when he isn't quite an overly laid back type of person.

I enjoy the moments when his voice is deeper with the smallest bit of husk at the edges during the dinner/argument scene like when it's wavering through the line "...a couple years, at least, just this record" (timestamp 2:30) and moments later "do you like the music I'm playing?" (2:53) It's... the gentle quiver at the end of his sentences, the hoarse edge to it. agh. weakens me.

Now, let me touch on his singing voice for a bit...

Sebastian's singing is... warm. He wrangles it into something smooth and self assured. Low and throaty. His lisp is a bit more noticeable when he's singing City of Stars (the solo version). Honorable mention to the smallest rasp melding into 42 seconds.

Another quick thing I want to shout out, cute little subtle waver in his voice again "...from all the way up there" (2:29)

AND how fucking soft his line delivery is here when he says "...and she loved it, and she loved it so much--" (34 seconds) and "I'm sorry?" (51 seconds)

I don't have the proper wording to describe how even his shouting is pleasing to the ears but just take my word for it. Maybe it's the grit. The echo. Who knows!!!! I just think he's pretty. His voice. Is pretty. And his face. And... yeah I haven't slept, you can tell

[nottsangel]

Mattheo Riddle nsfw headcanons

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

warnings: smut 18+, vaginal sex, fingering, praise and degradation, bondage, spit kink, overstimulation

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a dom! can be a bit more submissive when he’s sleepy or feeling sad but usually prefers being dominant

not much foreplay if it’s a one-night stand but if you’re his girlfriend then he’ll really take his time

takes it slow when undressing you and kisses every inch of your body

“so beautiful, my girl. all fuckin’ mine.”

deep and slow strokes that have you rolling your eyes to the back of your head

he’s gentle and rough at the same time and it gets your mind all fuzzy

horny at the most random times. he just doesn’t have control over it

quickies before quidditch practice ‘cause ‘it gives him energy’

which is just a shitty excuse to fuck you because this man always has energy. he’s like a puppy

doesn’t care if you wear revealing clothes out in public because he’ll just fight whoever tries anything with you and fuck you so hard afterwards, they’ll hear you scream his name

“yeah, just like that baby. scream my fucking name”

loves fingering you while leaving love bites all over your neck

doesn’t only like marking you with hickeys, but also the other way around. and proudly shows them off too

praise him. he loves that shit. especially when he’s fingering you or eating you out. he just needs to hear from his girl how well he’s doing

lights a cigarette right after you’re done while you’re laying on top of him with his cock still buried deep inside of you

kinks

degradation + praise. a perfect mix of both. calls you his ‘good little slut’

tying you up. just loves having control over you. if he’s really in that mood, he’ll even hold a vibrator against your clit until you’re begging for him to stop, which brings us to the next kink

overstimulation. seeing you shake and cry as he makes you cum for the nth time that night feeds his ego a little too much

spit kink. will forcefully grip your face, tell you to open up, and spit in your mouth “that’s a good girl”

favourite positions

prone bone. but with his arm wrapped around your neck while he dirty talks into your ear

on his desk. any position on his desk, whether that be you bent over the surface or you facing him with your legs wrapped around his torso

reverse cowgirl. because he likes to slap your ass while you ride him

reblogs and comments are very appreciated !!

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[lemonswriting]

AY FIRST OF ALL

numbers being equal to your fame and worthy is very dumb and an unhealthy way to think. The algorithm is stupid and has multiple flaws. You could be the best writer and have barely any notes. Yeah the internet sucks :’)

And don’t write anything you don’t want to ofc, it’ll just tire you out and make you uncomfortable. Not worth it, prioritise your well being over fame.

I know you said that people saying your writing is good makes you think that they don’t really believe in it, but I’m definitely sure there are people out there who genuinely love your writing. The characterisation and the way your write is so 🫶 your ideas are adorable and I can’t help but kick my feet and twirl my hair when I read your fics. I love going to your masterlist and rereading the fics you’ve wrote (mainly for kaeya cause kaeya is everything >:D)

Writing is tough and your mind will find all the way to make you think lower of yourself. The algorithm on here may sometimes be good, but it also has its time to be the absolute worst.

I don’t know if my words mean anything, but I fucking love your writing (and you /p). You should be getting 10k notes on every fic but like said before *grabs mic* the algorithm is dumb and we hate it!!!

You’re an amazing writer and a person, don’t let the stats or the people make you choose on what to write if it makes you uncomfortable. You’re human, not a writing machine.

I love you and remember to take care. Your skills are admirable and I love reading your fics (I have all of them sitting in my drafts starting from two months ago- I plan to release them sometime soon…but don’t perceive me on your fics with kaeya /j)

I’m always here if you ever need me, feel free to dm me anytime. It doesn’t bother me at all!!

- tired

tired i'm going to cry omg-

thank you for saying this, it really does mean a lot to me. and it's great to hear that,, like seriously omg,,, i always thought my characterization as off so it's assuring that it's not :") and also, yes, fuck the algorithm

thank you for the reassurance and the offer to dm <333 i love you too (also platonic), and hope you're doing okay too <33 (and you can message me anytime!!! and i love seeing people going feral over things so don't worry!!)

[izanallu]

Hello there, I have more Sebastian :]

I can’t stay away from looking stuff up about this game for the life of me and found out about the new version p.AI.nter

Ngl I kinda liked his TTS voice and the dialogue. No shade to the VA, he did an amazing job, but the TTS just felt right?? Idk

I do like both the emoticon and his little smiley face being drawn in MS paint though it’s so cute <3

Ok more Sebby now

For like five minutes I was trying to climb Sebastian cause my friend found a way to LOL

I love this fish :]

[pressureplus]

sebby x transmasc reader headcanons? i'm feeling self indulgent today >:)

Whoo, Yeah! I'm finally getting to answer this one! I personally have little to no gender at any point in time, and my lovely Co-Star has all of the gender and fluctuates fairly regularly between the shiny genders they've collected. So this is written from the shared trans braincell, gotta support the homies ✨

(Hope you have a wonderful day!)

Sebastian Solace x Transmasc Reader

[Warnings: Transphobia and misgendering (neither one from Sebby) and mentions of Dysphoria]

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• Honestly, this fish bastard couldn't care less

• Your gender, job, and species are COMPLETELY irrelevant to him, the ONLY thing he really cares about is whether or not you are going to buy his stuff

• His gender? Shopkeeper. Now give him your data-

• If it's not addressed, you are literally just another man that Urbanshade sent on a suicide mission, he really doesn't care what is or is not in your boxers

• Can't stress enough that he's ONLY supportive when you or someone else brings it up, Sebby never pushes the topic. If you didn't know you told him or that he found out, you'd honestly think he didn't know

• Now, are there ways this becomes relevant to him? No, absolutely not, you are just another guy that's going to buy an expensive flashlight and then die several terrible deaths.

• It's not until one of the other expendables starts to misgender you that he even seems to notice

• "She? I don't particularly see any women in my shop at the moment- If you're sick I'm going to have to ask you to leave so we don't catch whatever nasty thing you have."

• "I think you meant 'Him', as in 'I am going to hand Him my gun and look away when He makes you a stain on my tile'. Do you understand me, expendable?"

• "It's funny hearing someone only packing 3 inches try to decide what is and isn't a man. I think we all know his is bigger than yours is, so if you could shut up about it that would be great."

• Sometimes he's more sassy, sometimes more outwardly aggressive, and occasionally he tells someone off in a way that's a bit more on the side of entertaining, but he does always make a point to stick up for you

• If you need your hair cut, he'll do it. He cuts his own hair and has for the last decade, so he's actually pretty good at it! Better at messy styles, but he'll try a clean one if you really want him to

• "If you die because your hair is in your eyes, I won't get your data. You must understand this is to my own benefit, Y/N."

• Sebastian is... Starting to call you by your name. You're not sure when you stopped being an expendable like everyone else and started being the name you actually chose for yourself, but you've surely become different to him

• Sebastian was born a man, and handles issues regarding your situation completely casually unless it 100% HAS to be verbally brought up, so you are left completely confused by what you did to get closer to him like this

• Was it somewhere between him validating you or defending you? Was it when he sat with you for the first or third time while you were wrestling your disphoria? Was it trust, or maybe pity... It couldn't be pity, right?

• One day you'll find out he's sees himself in you

• He says it like a joke when he starts to talk about how they treat you differently when they don't understand you. Researchers treated him the same way a handful of the other people down here treat you.

• He knows it's not quite the same, but it feels the same for him sometimes. When they call him 'it' instead of he... Sometimes he calls himself an 'it' or a 'thing', too even though he knows he hates that. Do you feel that way when they call you a she? He'll just go ahead and start banning those people for you both, he doesn't like them anyway.

• He isn't comfortable in his own body anymore either. He didn't choose what he is now the same way you didn't choose what you were born as

• Sometimes, his body doesn't fit right, either. He hates that he understands that feeling, but he does...

• He's starting to get comfortable with that familiarity, and with maybe not feeling so alone

• Is it wrong of him to enjoy having found someone he can relate to? If even just a little?

• Sebastian knows it's probably awful of him, but he's making a point to be good to you for it

• It makes himself feel better for a while when you can connect like that so naturally...

• It makes him feel human again.