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moonlightpetalz6 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 1 (Praise Kink)

Character: Sebastian (Stardew Valley)

Reader: Fem Reader!

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Praise kink, smut, pet names, unprotected sex, harsh language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes,

Wc: 4,795

A/n: AAAAAH Finally I can start posting these! anyways I really hope you enjoy this story! I tried my best to label all the warnings, so I apologize if I missed any! Anyways! I fucking love Sebastian in Stardew he was the first one I ever married in game!

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"If you keep glaring like that, you'll get wrinkles." You scoffed, bringing your drink to your lips as you glanced at your friend Leah, who happily munched on a salad, giving you a playful grin as she pointed her fork in the direction your eyes had been staring daggers at just seconds ago. At the other end of the Stardrop Saloon stood your recent ex-boyfriend Sam and his usual gang, except this time there was someone new with them. Your eyes took in the sight of your ex's arm tightly wrapped around Penny's shoulders as he went and kissed the top of her head, causing your heart to ache as you slightly cringe at the sight. "He's such a dick, right?" Leah questioned, tilting her head towards Gus, who silently cleaned one of his glasses. Gus opened his eyes, glancing from the two girls over to the group of young adults whose laughs echoed throughout his salon.

"Would you like another drink, Y/n? on the house?" He questioned, getting ready to give the farmer another cup. You took one last look at the new couple before letting out a deep sigh while pinching the bridge of your nose, feeling a slight headache approaching. "No, I think I should start heading back home. I have to wake up early to help Pierre with some new sales ideas he has." The two let out small sympathetic 'ahs' at your words while giving nods of understanding. You carefully rummage through your jeans, pulling out what you owe and slapping it on the counter as you wave goodbye to everyone who acknowledged your exit. You carefully swing the door open, closing your eyes as the night breeze hits your slightly flushed cheeks, letting out a contempt sigh as you lean against the Saloon, staring up into the night sky.

'Come on Y/n it's been like two months now, get over it.' You thought, annoyed with your feelings. 'Maybe I should try dating again? I am pretty busy, though, with Winter coming in just a few months.' Letting out another deep sigh, you kick yourself off the wall, shoving your hands in your jeans pockets as you turn to return to the farm. Before you could even take the first step back, the doors to the Saloon opened as a familiar figure stepped out in front of you, causing you to stop all movement. "Oh, you're still here, Y/n?" Sebastian questioned, a cigarette between his lips as he looked down at you, slightly surprised to see your form next to him. You took a small step back as your body shifted, showing discomfort at the man's sudden appearance. Sebastian didn't say anything as he eyed you silently while lighting his cigarette.

"Uh…hey, yeah, I was just about to head back." You mumbled, unable to make eye contact with your ex's best friend. Sebastian hummed his eyes, boring holes into your unaware figure as he let out a puff of smoke while carefully leaning against the Saloon. "Is that right? You want to keep me company for a bit?" His words catch you by surprise as you look up at his mouth, slightly open in awe. Sebastian gives you a barely noticeable smirk, amused with your reaction, as he raises a brow, tilting his head down to get a better look at you. "What? Just cause you and Sam are no longer together doesn't mean I have to stop talking to you, does it?" He scoffed, eyes narrowing as he clicked his tongue. You grew nervous with that as you quickly waved your hands out while stuttering over your words as you tried to devise excuses.

"T-that's not! I- well, it's just you guys are so close and…um…I… I'm sorry." You admit defeat as you bend over from guilt. Sebastian just let out a small chuckle while ruffling your head as he let out another cloud of smoke. "Good to see you haven't changed since we last talked." He mumbled while motioning for you to join him against the wall. After a moment of hesitation, you decide to entertain your old friend, having not talked to anyone besides Leah since the breakup. "You're right…I haven't changed at all." You admitted while looking down at the ground, tapping your feet together. Sebastian's eyes narrow as he takes in your pitiful form, his chest tightening with disgust as he recalls how you used to smile whenever he saw you with Sam. An awkward silence falls between you, neither knowing what to say to the other after having not spoken in two months.

"Did you see Sam and Penny?" Finally, Sebastian addresses the two people filling your vision the entire night. He doesn't take your eyes off your form, watching you stiffen at the mention of his best friend and new girlfriend. He hesitates momentarily, debating whether he should hit you with the harsh reality of their situation or leave you to your deluded thoughts. "... They're dating now." He finally starts watching as your body trembles, causing his jaw to clench as he feels a bit of rage cloud his vision, not liking the effect his best friend still had on you. Sebastian bites his lip before going to continue with his words. "They've been dating since-!" His words cut off, eyes widening in shock as he feels your petite, but rough hands press against his mouth as you stand on your tiptoes, your body trembling.

"Please… don't continue, I u-understand." Your voice sounded so pathetic and broken to the programmer as he listened to the minor hiccups that left your lips. "Hey, are you crying?" He mumbles carefully, going and caressing your cheek, feeling like his heart was stabbed with a pickaxe when he handles your damp skin under his fingers. Sebastian had only ever seen you cry once during the after-party of one of their band's gigs. Everyone was out cold from partying too hard, but Sebastian had woken up to use the bathroom, his head swirling from the alcohol as he staggered towards the bathroom. When he reaches out to grab the doorknob, he is shocked to see it swing open, his sleepy and intoxicated eyes locking with your surprised, tear-filled ones. "...Sam broke up with me." After staring at each other for an eternity, you whispered to Sebastian.

Scowling at the memory, Sebastian cups both sides of your face, carefully rubbing his thumbs in circles across the bags under your eyes, most likely due to the lack of sleep you have suffered since the breakup. "Hey…hey shhh. Don't cry, Y/n, oh come on, princess, look at me." He cooed, his face inches from yours as he made eye contact with you. "Oh Y/n, you poor thing…geez, why didn't you come to me if you were suffering so much?" You couldn't say anything to the man before you as you cried, feeling your throat ache with each pathetic sob. You look up at Sebastian, his eyes no longer holding that annoyed and lazy look this time; they're much softer and filled with love and compassion as he gives you a small smile. "I-I'm sorry, Sebastian, I don't mean to," He cuts you off, pulling you into a tight embrace as he carefully rubs circles along your back.

"Shhh, don't apologize, Y/n." He whispered, nuzzling his chin against the top of your head as he took in your scent, his heart racing as he gave your body a small squeeze of reassurance. "Just cry it out for me, okay?" He asked, a small smile ghosting his lips as he felt your body starting to relax. "There we go, that's a good girl." As the words left his lips, you heard the door to the Saloon open, causing whoever just left to hear everything. You go to pull away from Sebastian's comforting embrace, not wanting to have people get the wrong idea. However, his grip suddenly tightens as he rests a hand on your head, pressing your face further into his chest. "Y/n? Sebastian?" Your eyes widened at the familiar voice, your body stiffening as your heartbeat against your ribs. Sebastian rubs circles on your lower back once again as he lets out a lazy hum while looking over at his best friend and Penny standing just inches away from the two of you.

"Oh hey…you two going home for the night?" He asked with a bored tone, utterly different from the gentle, caring one he had with you moments ago. Your mind starts to wander off as you think back to his words from earlier, finally processing. 'Princess? Good girl?' You thought your cheeks were quickly heating up as steam practically danced from your head, heart pounding as embarrassment overcame you. 'W-what the hell was with that?! A-and this current situation…oh no, Sam's going to get the wrong idea-!' Your rapid thoughts are put to a dead halt as you feel Sebastian's hand suddenly slide down to your ass, his palm gently rubbing circles along the squishy flesh before giving it a slight squeeze causing you to jump as you hid deeper into his chest. "Y/n? Are you okay?" You heard Sam question with that sickening sweet tone he would use when you used to date, indicating he was worried for you.

"She's fine, just had a bit too much to drink tonight, right, Y/n?" You felt Sebastian dip his head close to your ear, his warm breath hitting your already flushed skin as he quietly whispered his following words. "Right, sweet girl? Be a good girl for me, and nod your head so he can beat it." He growled the last part as his grip on your ass tightened, causing a small whimper to leave your lips while the man chuckled. You do as told while slightly peaking past Sebastian's arms, your eyes still teary from your minor breakdown moments ago. "Y-yeah, Sebastian's right." This earned you a small reward as you felt his thumb carefully rub circles along your hip. You said nothing after that, internally praying for the two to leave so you could hurry up and return to the farm. Your thoughts soon drifted as you inhaled the smell of Sebastian's hoodie; he smelled of cigarettes and motor oil, hinting that he must have been working on his bike at some point today. You felt your mind get fuzzy as you nuzzled closer to him, causing the man to stiffen as his arms squeezed around you, resting his chin on your head again.

Sam stood there momentarily before nodding, a nervous smile crossed his face. "Ah, I see! I was just about to walk Penny home. Do you want me to take Y/n back to the farm for you?" Sam asked, his eyes only leaving your form to glance at his best friend for a second. "Nah, I'm going to take her back home. You worry about getting your girl home." Sebastian laughed, though you felt his annoyance as he tapped a finger against your skin. Sam hesitated momentarily before complying when he felt Penny tug on his sleeve. With a slight frown, Sam nods his head while giving you both one last look. "Right…get home safe then." The two walked off, leaving you and Sebastian alone outside the Saloon. You listened as he let out a deep sigh, his entire body seeming to relax as he carefully rubbed his hand up and down your back while letting out a small laugh. "Finally, I thought he'd never leave." he joked, arms still holding you close. You felt yourself growing hot as you carefully tried to pull away.

"U-um, Sebastian, I should get home now." You whispered, avoiding looking up at him. Sebastian hummed, tilting his head to look down at you, his eyes narrowing as a lazy smirk tugged at his lips. "Oh, that's right, I have to get my good girl home~" He cooed, causing your eyes to widen as you looked up at him in shock, your mouth open to shout who knows what at him. Still, he was ready for this as he went and pressed his lips to yours, one hand carefully capturing your chin between his thumb and index finger as he tilted your head up to deepen the kiss. At first, your body is stiff from shock, your mind trying to process how all this was happening as your wide eyes stared straight into Sebastian's narrowed eyes. He smirked against the kiss as he pressed your body closer, his free hand trailing up and down your side, causing your body to relax as you slowly gave in to the feeling.

The two of you slowly pull away from the kiss, a small string of saliva still attaching your lips as he presses his forehead against yours, his hand carefully caressing your cheek. "Are you lonely, baby?" He whispers, brushing his lips against yours, his eyes filled with desire as he slides his thumb down your lower lip, watching the plump skin tug with his digit, causing him to lick his lips. "Do you want me to take care of you, sweet girl? I can fix that lonely feeling, Y/n." His words cause you to shiver as a small whimper leaves your lips, tears filling your eyes as you feel your chest swell with joy at his praise, your ears wanting to hear more of it. "Come on baby…tell me what you want like a good girl." He kisses along your jaw as his hands ravish over your squirming body, eagerly awaiting your response. You bite your lip as you try to think of the consequences if you take the man in front of you home. You look up at him with a slight pout on your lips as he gives you a lazy smirk; however, his eyes hold nothing, but admiration mixed with lust as he stops, his hands gripping your hips with one last squeeze. "What's wrong, princess?" He whispered, feeling your hands grip at his hoodie.

"Sebastian I…I want you to take me home."

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As soon as the door to your house shut, Sebastian was all over you. His hands roamed around your body as he slid them up your shirt, kneading at your encaged breasts as he breathed a deep sigh into your ear. "S-sebastian, wait! We just walked in!" You cried, trying to push him away but failing as he went and pressed your front against the wooden floor, grinding against your ass as he leaned over you, licking the shell of your ear. "I'm sorry, princess, but I can't wait anymore. You're just too fucking cute." He growled, his hands making quick work of your shirt as he unclipped your bra, watching your breasts bounce with each grind of his hips. "So, fucking perfect princess." He whispers, going to pinch at your hardened nipples, earning a slight squeal out of you as your hips move back against his, causing him to bite his lip at the sudden friction.

"Fuck do you like that Y/n? Does my sweet baby girl have sensitive nipples? Do you like me playing with them between my fingers like this?" He laughs as he gives a rough pinch to them, causing your back to arch as a low moan escapes your lips. "Y/n, do you want to know a secret?" He whispers while flipping you onto your back, making sure to grab each of your legs as he wraps them around his waist, pressing the bulge in his pants against your clothed pussy, a slight blush on his cheeks as he looks down at you with a lustful gaze. "I've always wanted you. From the moment you moved here, I wanted to make you such a good girl who I could spoil." He admitted while sinking to leave kisses from your neck towards your chest as he carefully started sucking on one breast, an intense shiver running through his body as he listened to your moans, feeling you squirm underneath him.

"Sam didn't deserve to have you princess." He moans his teeth, lightly biting the sensitive bud, causing you to let out a small cry, bucking your hips up to meet his own, causing him to chuckle as he pulls away from your breast with a small pop before sitting up straight. "Such a good girl~" He purrs while slowly pulling down your jeans, his lips trailing kisses down your thigh to your ankle as he lets out a small gasp, his eyes locking with the wet spot soaking through your panties, just begging for him to lick it all up. "Such a good girl, Y/n…" He whispers while sinking his head between your thighs, pressing a small kiss against the slick-coated fabric, causing your pussy to twitch as you watch him with hooded eyes, small pants of anticipation leaving your lips. "How long has it been, princess?" He whispers before dragging his tongue up and down the fabric slowly and tormentingly. "When was the last time someone made this pretty pussy of yours feel so good?" he growled while tearing the material out of the way, his tongue invading every inch of your dripping hole.

Your eyes shoot open as you slap a hand over your mouth, a deep groan leaving your lips at the sudden pleasure jolting throughout your body as your muscles tense up. "F-fuuuuuuck." You cry, a hand reaching out to grab at his dark locks. He grabs your wrist, stopping your movement with a slight chuckle as he pulls away from your pussy. Your juices make his mouth messy as he slowly licks his lips, shaking his head. "Uh uh~ answer my question, princess…when was the last time a guy was inside you?" He leans over your body, lips inches from yours, slowly slips a finger past your folds, rubbing teasing circles around your clenching hole. You whine from the act while wiggling your hips, wanting to feel the digit deep inside you. "Come on, baby~ Just answer my question, and I'll reward you like the good girl you are." He teased, eyes clouded with lust as he tugged at his pants with his free hand, letting out a small groan from being so pent up.

You look at him with a slight pout as he bites his lip, almost reaching his breaking point from how adorable you looked underneath him. "S-since Sam and I dated…I haven't fucked anyone else, so please…mmh…please make me feel good, Sebby~" You made sure to drag out the little nickname hoping it would give you some reaction, and boy, were you right. Sebastian clenched his teeth together, eyes narrowing as they clouded with pure desire as he licked his lips. "Since Sam, huh?" He asks a hum towards the end. Your eyes widen as your mouth forms an o when you feel his rough and lengthy finger sink deep inside you, causing your back to arch as you grip his biceps, watching his eyes travel down to his hand. "Then my poor baby hasn't been satisfied in so long…" he whispers before sliding another finger inside your needy hole, watching as his fingers go in and out each time, coated in a new layer of your beautiful juices.

"You're doing such a good job baby, oh such a good fucking job." he moans, watching as your body squirmed underneath him while feeling you needily clenching around his fingers, causing his cock to twitch in his pants as he growls, biting into the crook of your neck. "Princess, look at me, sweetheart." He breathes while carefully adjusting your gaze onto him. "Did you know he used to brag about you all the time?" He confessed, eyes locking with your clouded ones as he slowly freed himself from his pants, a slight hiss leaving his lips as his cock sprang against his chest. "He used to tell me all the time how sexy you were…" You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you hear the man fingering you talk about how your ex used to praise you to others, finding yourself disgusting for getting aroused.

"He was right but failed to mention how cute you are. Such a cute and obedient pussy~" He sang, a cocky smile on his face as he watched your body shiver underneath him, watching your eyes tear up as your pussy clenched around his fingers, indicating that you had found your release. Sebastian whispers sweetly into your ear as he slows down his fingers, still pumping them through your orgasm. "That's it, princess…such a good girl for me~" he praised while placing kisses all over your cheek as you frowned, trying to get the words to leave your mouth between heavy breaths. "I-i'm not… I'm disgusting." You whimpered, allowing your inner thoughts to come out. Sebastian frowned at this as he went and pulled your legs over his shoulders, causing you to squeak as he removed your limp body closer to him. "W-what are you doing?" You cried, still trying to come down from your orgasm as you pushed at his abdomen.

Sebastian says nothing as he slowly slides his tip along your wet folds, watching the juices mix with his precum. "He's tried to ruin you…" he mumbles while positioning himself against your throbbing hole, his eyes slowly locking with yours as he grits his teeth. "Be a good girl for me, okay princess? You'll be my pretty little slut and take it all, right?" He smiles at his words while capturing your lips in a deep passionate kiss before sliding his cock into your tight hole, causing you to whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, a few tears escaping from your eyes. Sebastian groans, his rough hands sliding up and down your hips reassuringly before pulling away his brows knit together as he kisses the corner of your lips. "So good, Y/n…such a good girl for me, princess." He mumbled, slowly moving his hips as he watched each pleasurable expression cross your face at the feeling of him inside you.

"S-sebbyyyy," You whined, wrapping your arms around his neck while needily placing sloppy kisses along his neck, causing him to laugh in adoration, loving how cute you were being for him. "What is it, princess? What does my sweet girl want me to do?" He happily lends you his ear, so happy to hear you moaning out his name like you did so many times in his fantasies when he sat at home jerking himself off in the basement. You look up at him, lips swollen from him kissing you so aggressively, cheeks flushed as a bit of drool slipped from the corner of your mouth. "Please move! I wanna feel good!" You whined desperately, causing a soft and caring smile to appear on his face. "As you wish, princess." He whispered before pulling away from you, legs still tossed over his shoulders as his grip on your hips tightened.

You gasped and moaned as his thrusts became more aggressive, the feeling of his cock rubbing against your squishy walls filling your mind as you tossed your head back, your loud and pitiful moans echoing throughout the quiet and dark house. Sebastian looks down at you, a slight blush on his cheeks, his breathing heavy as he watches your fucked out expression, his cock twitching inside you as he brings one of his hands to your chest, giving a squeeze as he desperately tries to thrust as deep as he could inside you. "Smile for me, baby~ ah, come on smile! Fuck show me that pretty smile, baby~" He whined, watching as you brought your head to face him, your expression causing him to swallow back a loud moan as he felt himself about to cum at just the sight. You looked up at him; the moonlight barely lit the area, showing your eyes shining from the tears of pleasure that had dampened your soft skin. Your cheeks were so flushed as drool slid down your chin when your lips tugged up into a fucked-out smile as you reached your arms up to cup his face.

Sebastian looked down at you with wide eyes, his mouth open in awe as he felt his chest swell with nothing but love for the farm girl. "Sebby~ Am I a good girl? I did as told please tell me I'm a good girl!" You whined, feeling his cock hit that one spot you needed as you reached your second orgasm causing your tongue to stick out at him, his eyes turning feral. "Fuck princess…yeah, you're such a good fucking girl, alright baby." He suddenly pulls out, causing you to let out a needy whine, having not had enough of his cock inside you just yet. "Whose dick do you like more princess? Mine or Sam's?" He suddenly questions before slamming his entire length back inside your sensitive pussy, ignoring that you had just released for the second time that night.

"It's mine right princess?" He growls, watching your tits bounce up and down at his faster pace. You can't say anything too fucked out by the intense pleasure you were receiving. Sebastian grunts and groans, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he feels his cock wanting to paint your walls so pretty with his cum. "Come on baby say my dick is better. Come on, say it! Say it, oh god, say it with those pretty lips of yours, Y/n~" He whines, sticking his tongue out as he captures your lips in another sloppy kiss, listening to your lewd juices echoing throughout the house, his mind going crazy. He pulls away from the kiss, watching the strings of saliva fall back onto you, his heartbeat pumping through his ears as he pried your mouth open with two fingers.

"Say it for me, princess, and I'll give you such a good reward~ Just say it, baby. Come on, be my good, naughty girl~" He whined, desperate for you to say the words that would show him you no longer belonged to his best friend and that you were now finally his perfect girl who would do anything to be praised by him. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you start feeling the knot in your stomach for the third time that night. The words barely leave your lips above a whisper, but he can still hear it. "Y-Your dick, Sebbyyyy! Mm, I like your dick more, Sebastian!" A deep growl leaves his throat as he presses his hips right against yours feeling himself ejaculating into your messy pussy, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he feels your walls clenching around him. You lay there too fucked out of your mind as you felt his cum filling your insides, a happy smile crossing your face as you watched Sebastian unconsciously try to push any cum that leaked out back inside when he pulled out.

"That's my good girl~ so perfect for me~" He muttered while picking you up bridal style, leaving kisses along your face as he took you to your bed, carefully laying you down as he brushed a few strands of hair from your face. You hummed, tired eyes looking up at him as you leaned into his touch. "I'll grab you some water," he mumbled, giving you another kiss before heading towards the kitchen. As he patiently waited for the glass to fill, he noticed his phone going off, causing him to flip it open and look at the name of the person trying to call him.

Sam

"Yeah?" Sebastian muttered, holding the phone up to his ear as he stopped the running water, making sure to have a tight grip on the cup, not wanting to break it. "Hey, I was calling to see if you made it home yet! I know you said you were taking Y/n home earlier. Did she get back safe?" Sam's voice laughed from the other end, instantly asking questions. Sebastian enters the room, stopping when he sees your sleeping face pressed against the pillow. He smiles quietly, walking over to you and placing the cup on your nightstand. "Yeah, we returned to her place a while ago." He admitted waiting to see if his best friend caught the fact he said 'we' instead of just you. Sam hesitates for a second, causing a slight smirk on Sebastian's lips as he awaits the blond's following words.

"Are you still at her place then?'

Sebastian just hummed as he sat on the edge of your bed, carefully playing with a strand of your hair as he looked down at you, eyes filled with love.

"Of course, I'd still be at her house. After all, she's my girl now~."

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loudclan-clangen · 2 months ago

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Loudclan - Moon 29: Part 3

Things are gonna get a bit darker than they have been in the second half of this moon. Be warned and check the tags! Happy Spooky Season!

The sun is ever-present in the summer sky. It sits vigil alongside the clan. Soon after the bodies arrive at camp a patrol sets out to track the rogues, but finding that they have already crossed Shadedclan's territory, it is decided that the opportunity for revenge has passed. They'll double patrols and wait to see if the murders try to cross the territory on their way home. Many are upset, but few argue. As the sky begins to lose it's duskiness, the vigil is ended, the bodies buried, and the clan cats left to filter back into camp at their own pace. Wildfirecry excuses himself to clear his head, while Dancepaw attempts to bridge the gap with the only brother he has left.

Seeing Rosehiptree will be left alone in the burial place, Songpaw decides to stay for a while.

It takes Wildfirecry three days to find the farm cats.

There are Forestclan traditions that were never passed on to Loudclan. Rites that were deemed too dark to touch the newborn clan and thus were cast aside. But here, miles past the valley territories, they live on.

Wildfirecry returns to Loudclan's camp a week after the vigil having lost two lives. No one questions where he has been. The scent of rancid dried blood still lingers despite a fresh coat of oil, and his wounds, while closed, are unmistakably fresh. The clan returns to an uneasy normalcy.

[Whoo! I did it! This moon was INCREDIBLY hard for me. The first part relies so much on my dialogue skills, which, is the part of comic-making that comes least easily to me, and the second part is super experimental, which was so much fun, but also mentally tiring. (On that note please let me know if it's like impossible to see. I meant for it to be a bit difficult to make out, but it's hard to gage between my ipad and my laptop whether it will be readable for all of you. I can fiddle with the color grading tomorrow if necessary.) And finally, Rosehip's experience here is really, really close to my heart. That means that her scenes here are ones that I really wanted to write, but also that I had to take a couple of breaks to make sure that I wasn't wearing myself down too much, so sorry that it took longer than I thought and I haven't been able to answer as many asks as I had hoped to. Anyway, despite early difficulty I had a GREAT time finishing this moon up and I'm happy with how it turned out! Songpaw and Rosehiptree are keeping the trauma dump to best friends pipeline alive and I love them for it. Erminekit is kinda being a brat but he really just wants to be there for his best friend and everyone is getting in the way! He doesn't really get the concept of "giving someone space". As far as Moon 30 I have a science class that I'd like to get finished by the end of the month, so it will probably be a minute. Hope you guys enjoy!]

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farmerstarter · 7 months ago

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maybe some general seb relationship headcanons if you dont mind? especially prior to it or crushing/early dating. how would he react to the confession? would his friends tease him? etc.

im a little picky w sdv hc blog interpretations and i love yours! theyre so sweet. if this is a lot feel free to just do as much as you'd like 💟

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tags: sebastian from sdv x gn! reader

OMG Anon! I am so sorry this is sooooo late. I just finished my 2nd year of college and it was so hectic. But now I have WAY more time to write. Writing this was so fun! if you have any fic requests then feel free to send me an ask! <3 purple divider by @saradika-graphics <3

𐙚⭑ Sebastian couldn’t deny that he, like everyone else in the valley, was curious about the new farmer moving into the overgrown expanse of land to the west of town. He was a bit down on the idea of not having his usual smoking place anymore, but the intrigue easily overpowered it. He was one of the last people to meet you. Sam and Abigail couldn’t stop talking about you. Which was reasonable, nothing ever happens in the valley. The more Sebastian knew about you, the more confused he got. Why move out in the middle of nowhere? Why leave the city for a pile of dirt and a mosquito-infested house? It was weird. For him, at least.

𐙚⭑ You two finally met at night. Sebastian was smoking by the waterfall, and you ambled your way out of the cave with a bag full of copper and coal. The mountains were wisped with fog, cold with dew. Sebastian was sure he was the only living soul out in the open. Much to his surprise, and at the expense of his dignity, he let out the loudest scream he could muster when you decided it was a good idea to sneak up on him to say hello while you were covered in soot and mud. While he was calming himself down and you were washing your face in the lake, you promised not to tell Sam or Abigail about the encounter. Sebastian was very grateful for that. The two of you spent the next hour talking.

𐙚⭑ The next time you met him was when you were discussing building plans with Robin in her house. Robin was just explaining that you needed more wood for your planned chicken coop, and Sebastian just so happened to come out to return his pile of plates to the kitchen. Robin waved him over to introduce him to you. His eyes met yours, and you immediately introduced yourself properly. You gave him a discreet wink when Robin’s back was turned. You deduced that Robin wouldn’t have been too happy to know her son was out at the late hours of the night, smoking his third cigarette in one sitting. Seeing this as an opportunity for her son to get some sunlight, Robin asked Sebastian to accompany you while you got more wood. He didn’t have anything to do; he had finished his module for the week, and he was curious about what his friends were telling him about you. So, he agreed to do it.

𐙚⭑ The two of you decided that Cindersnap Forest would be a good place to chop down some trees. You led the way while Sebastian followed suit, dragging along a wheelbarrow that Robin gave you to make the trip back to the mountains easier. Sebastian spent the day sitting on the makeshift bridge over the river and watching you cut down too many trees for him to count. There were times when you offered to teach him how to wield an axe. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you, so he just shook his head and decided to arrange the logs of wood in the wheelbarrow instead. It was 2 pm when you finally had enough wood for the coop, but neither of you wanted to go back just yet, mostly because it was too hot to walk back, and Sebastian didn’t want to burn off his skin.

𐙚⭑ You and Sebastian went to look at whatever the traveling cart was selling. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way the dark-haired man’s eyes widened when he found out the merchant was selling an egg for 500 gold.

𐙚⭑ It would be so cute if you and Sebastian stumbled into the secret woods and that became your little hideaway to hang out when life got demanding for both of you.

𐙚⭑ You definitely fell for him first, but Sebastian fell in love harder. It all started when you invited him, Sam, and Abigail over to eat the many fish dishes you cooked when you finally had a kitchen in your abode. You specifically made sashimi for him since you remembered he mentioned it was his favorite. He was touched. You took the effort to even remember what he said, and that made his heart stutter. (“It tastes just like the ones Linus makes.”) ((Side note: it would be so cute if Sebastian and Linus became friends because Linus would make sashimi for both of them to eat at night by his tent, but I digress.))

𐙚⭑ Your friendship with Sebastian continued to bloom when you found a frog egg in the cave. You immediately ran to Sebastian to show it off. The two of you became parents to a very hungry frog named Blimp.

𐙚⭑ You and Sebastian rode his motorcycle at night when the two of you had nothing to do. He didn’t have an extra helmet yet, so he insisted you wear his helmet instead of him. He wanted you safe.

𐙚⭑ I am a firm believer that Sebastian is the type of person to become loud and talkative when he’s around people he is truly comfortable with. So, the moment you two became friends, Sebastian would invite you to hang out with him and Sam in his room to play Solarian Chronicles. He becomes more animated the longer you play, laughing at Sam’s crappy rolls and your insistence that every small enemy is the true boss in disguise. To both Robin and Demetrius’ surprise, Sebastian spends more time outside compared to the past. The two of you either hang out in the Secret Woods or play the arcade games in the saloon. PICNICS! IN THE SECRET WOODS!!

𐙚⭑ You confessed first, and Sebastian became red in the face in an instant. He couldn’t stop smiling, though. Sam doesn’t let him hear the end of it.

𐙚⭑ On clear nights, you and Sebastian climb up to the roof of his house to stargaze. He loves pointing out constellations to you, showing off what Maru taught him. If he asked nicely enough, his half-sister would let the two of you borrow her telescope.

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literaryvein-reblogs · 2 months ago

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Writing Reference: Topographical Elements

Ideas for Naming your Fictional Places

Buildings and stones brough, burton, caster, church, cross, kirk, mill, minster, stain, stone, wark ⚜ Examples: Crossthwaite, Felixkirk, Newminster, Staines, Whitchurch

Coastline features ey, holme, hulme, hythe, naze, ness, port, sea ⚜ Examples: Bardsey, Greenhithe, Sheerness, Southport, Southsea

Dwellings and farms barton, berwick, biggin, bold, by, cote, ham, hampstead, hamton, house, scale, sett, stall, thorpe, toft, ton, wick ⚜ Examples: Fishwick, Newham, Potterton, Westby, Woodthorpe

Fields and clearings combe, croft, den, ergh, field, ham, haugh, hay, ing, land, lease, lock, meadow, rick, ridding, rode, shot, side, thwaite, wardine, worth, worthy ⚜ Examples: Applethwaite, Cowden, Smallworthy, Southworth, Wethersfield

General locations and routes bridge, ford, gate, ing, mark, path, stead, stoke, stow, street, sty, way ⚜ Examples: Epping, Horsepath, Longford, Ridgeway, Stonebridge, Streetly

Hills and slopes bank, barrow, borough, breck, cam, cliff, crook, down, edge, head, hill, how, hurst, ley, ling, lith, mond, over, pen, ridge, side, tor ⚜ Examples: Barrow, Blackdown, Longridge, Redcliff, Thornborough, Windhill

Rivers and streams batch, beck, brook, burn, ey, fleet, font, ford, keld, lade, lake, latch, marsh, mere, mouth, ore, pool, rith, wade, water, well ⚜ Examples: Broadwater, Fishlake, Mersey, Rushbrooke, Saltburn

Woods and groves bear, carr, derry, fen, frith, greave, grove, heath, holt, lea, moor, oak, rise, scough, shaw, tree, well, with, wold, wood ⚜ Examples: Blackheath, Hazlewood, Oakley, Southwold, Staplegrove

Valleys and hollows bottom, clough, combe, dale, den, ditch, glen, grave, hole, hope, slade ⚜ Examples: Cowdale, Denton, Greenslade, Hoole, Longbottom, Thorncombe

NOTE

These elements are all found in many different spellings. Old English beorg ‘hill, mound’, for example, turns up as bar-, berg-, -ber, -berry, -borough, and -burgh. Only one form is given above (Thornborough).

Several items have the same form, but differ in meaning because they come from different words in Old English. For example, -ey has developed in different ways from the two words ea ‘river’ and eg ‘island’. It is not always easy deciding which is the relevant meaning in a given place name.

This resource does not distinguish between forms which appear in different parts of a place name. Old English leah ‘forest, glade’, for example, sometimes appears at the beginning of a name (Lee- or Leigh-), sometimes at the end (-leigh, -ley), and sometimes alone (Leigh) (K. Cameron, 1961).

Source ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Notes & References ⚜ Worldbuilding

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moonywritez6 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 1 Praise Kink (Reupload)

Character: Sebastian (Stardew Valley)

Reader: Fem Reader!

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Praise kink, smut, pet names, unprotected sex, harsh language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes,

Wc: 4,795

A/n: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

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"Sebastian I…I want you to take me home."

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Sam

"Are you still at her place then?'

Sebastian just hummed as he sat on the edge of your bed, carefully playing with a strand of your hair as he looked down at you, eyes filled with love.

"Of course, I'd still be at her house. After all, she's my girl now~."

#stardew valley #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley Sebastian x reader #smut #kinktober 2023 #x reader #female reader #sebastian stardew valley #stardew valley smut #sdv sebastian #sdv smut #sdv sebastian x reader

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muletia · 2 months ago

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[tfp] obsessed!optimus prime x human!reader

summary: optimus has a dream about you

cw: obsessed!optimus, angst, fluff (only at the beginning), implied robot-fucking/valveplug, mentioned pregnancy, optimus is depressed

word count: 810

The mission took longer than he expected. Retaking the energon mine from the Decepticons stretched on for what felt like an eternity, as the enemy kept calling in reinforcements. For every fallen Vehicon, two more would appear, alive and ready. The battle dragged on too long, completely draining the Autobots’ energy and morale. But they succeeded. For the first time in many months, they claimed victory, securing a steady supply of energon.

Optimus was the first to cross the ground bridge, praying to Primus that you were still in the base. Once inside, he transformed gracefully, though in haste, and headed toward the platform. The tension left him instantly when he saw you on the couch with a book in hand. He made a mental note to ask you about it later.

Despite his exhaustion, he managed a smile, mirroring your animated expression. Getting close enough to the platform, he leaned down and pressed the gentlest, most tender kiss on your head, pouring all his immense love for you into that single act. You giggled as his warm breath lightly tousled your hair, and Optimus listened to your laughter as if it were the most beautiful melody, composed just for him. Feeling playful, he blew gently once more so you��d grace him with your laughter again.

The other team members paid no mind to the sweet scene, fully accustomed to your little exchanges of affection.

"Hello, my dearest," he murmured, still close to you. He didn’t want to leave your side. Ever.

"Hello, love. Mission accomplished?"

"Yes, we managed to secure the mine. We have supplies for the next few months."

"That’s wonderful! I’m so proud of you."

Now it was your turn to shower him with affection. You planted kisses on his warm metal face, making sure not to miss a single spot, so Optimus knew just how much you loved him. Such a simple gesture was enough to make the leader of the Autobots weak in the knees, looking as though he’d ascended to heaven. But thankfully, he didn’t have to ascend anywhere — his heaven was right there, wherever you were. He had never been so happy, so blissfully content. After all those years of brutal war, spilled energon, and lost comrades, he had finally found his piece of heaven.

"Optimus?"

He blinked a few times. He was no longer in the base. Before him stretched a vast panorama of mountains, forests, valleys, and lakes, with no beginning or end. He’d passed similar landscapes many times on patrol, admiring the beauty of this planet. Each time, they left him speechless.

"Optimus?"

He looked down to where the voice was coming from, and a smile appeared automatically when he saw you. You looked concerned, likely because of his momentary distraction; to comfort him, you were gently stroking the metal on his shoulder… When had he managed to mass-displace? He had no idea, and it didn’t matter as long as you were so close, touching him, focusing all your attention on him.

He wanted to hold you and never let go so much.

"You were gone for a long time. I was worried."

Looking at you as if you were the eighth wonder of the world, Optimus gently stroked your cheek, handling you like fine porcelain. You smiled at his gesture, snuggling closer into his metal servo. He was always so tender with you, so gentle, a contrast to his true, raw strength. He took care to never harm you, to always make you feel safe.

Especially during the pregnancy.

His caring optics instinctively shifted to your slightly rounded belly, widening in surprise. He looked startled, and he was. Shocked that your biologies were compatible enough to create an offspring together.

But he had known about it for a few months now…

Slowly, he moved his trembling hand to your belly, caressing the curve. A smile appeared on his slightly parted lips. Could it be that his life had finally come together? No more war, no more being a Prime? Could he finally be free?

"This is a dream, isn’t it?" he whispered, looking into your eyes.

But you were no longer there.

Optimus woke up tense and anxious. Of course, it had only been a dream. His life couldn’t be so perfect, so flawless. He clutched his face as the scenes from the dream played over in his processor, now tormenting him in the real world. You haunted him even in his dreams, offering no respite even in his most private realm. But, unfortunately for him, there was only one antidote for this condition.

With a heavy spark, he got up from his berth and left his quarters. He automatically headed toward the main section of the base, clinging desperately to the faint, naive hope that he’d find you there and maybe, just maybe you would spare him a glance.

#transformers #transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #optimus x reader #tfp #obsessed!optimus

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pedge-page · 11 months ago

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Can we pls get more lactation kink !! No one writes them like you

Ask and you shall receive! I guess I'll just take the title of "Lactation kink" Queen 👑

Joel Miller x F!reader

Warnings: breastfeeding, Lactation kink, dry humping, frottage, first rough dom!joel then lil bit soft sub!Joel, premature ejaculation, little breeding kink at end

18+ ONLY

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Joel all but manhandled you across the living room. You can't even get out a greeting before he was groping you and slamming the door behind him shut. He throws you down on the couch, fingers digging into the cups of your tank top before roughly yanking down, tearing the fabric in two.

"Jesus, Joel!" You gasp. You go to cover yourself and your nude bra, but his claws throw your arms back to your sides with bruising strength as he gets to his knees. His torso is positioned between your legs, caging you to the couch.

You feel the rumbles in his chest against your belly when he growls at the sight of your overly swollen breasts practically begging to be set free from your bra clasp. He pulls the wire frame down too, exposing your nipples as the fat of your tit droops over.

"Mine," he he snarls hungrily through clenched teeth.

His arms snake under your armpits, forearms flat against your back with his palms splayed over your shoulder blades, bringing you close to him until his warm mouth latches on to your sensitive nipple.

You gasp, immediately going to craddle his head.

He gets like this sometimes. Usually after watching you breastfeed your baby, or when he's had a rough day at work and all he can think about is escaping in your supple mounds.

Today is the latter.

He sucks around your pebble, tongue swirling to perk it up before the milk starts to flow into his wanting throat. You both groan together. Pressed so tightly against him, feeling all the aggression slowly dissipate from his body at the taste of your sweet milk.

He feels safe. He feels at home.

"That's it," you coo, fingers sifting through his locks as he closes his eyes and breathes deeply through his nose between each massive gulp. "Take your time. 'S all yours."

He usually starts with quick swallows before just letting your creamy liquid pool in his mouth for a bit then gulping a large load at a time. Little satisfied hums escape his throat with each encouragement of his appetite. You would never deny him this, not that you think you could actively try with the grip he has. His callused hands slowly caressing along your back, rubbing you soothingly as he gets lost in your warm embrace.

He pulls away finally, stuttering a pant as a trickle of milk seeps from the corner of his mouth. You see the lust in his dreamy lidded eyes, his tongue darting along his lower pouty lip to capture any remaining taste.

"Better?" You ask gently. He rolls his head into your petting of his hair.

He just grunts. One hand grasps the bridge of your bra before he's tearing it from your body with inhuman strength and throwing it carelessly behind him, fully letting your plump girlies free.

He smirks at the sight, the heft of your bosom still bouncing. His tongue falls from his mouth, curling up to scoop your other sore tit into his mouth, teeth latching on the fattened part just gently enough to hold suction before he's suckling more milk again.

You both close your eyes and find calm.

Until the gentle rocking of Joels hips into the couch leg stirs you.

He pulls away and nuzzles his forehead in the valley of your mounds, glancing down at the weeping stain of precum forming at the tent in his pants. He can smell your pussy from here, palm tracing along your inner thigh before his fingers part your panties and glide along your slick arousal.

You hope maybe hes going to take care of you, press his nose against your little beating swollen nub, but instead he withdraws and smears his sticky fingers over your tits, across your nipples, admirning the shine of your slick before licking the salty-sweet mixed taste of your pussy and milk from your soft skin.

Joel's arms hook under your ass and pulls you down to the floor with him, stradding his thighs with his cock pressed between your bellies.

You unzip his jeans and pull his hardened length out, tugging along the red tip with full strokes. "Ah-ahh-ahh baby," he whines, eyes closed as you pump him. "You feel--so good touchin' me."

He spits downward so his saliva falls to his tip, your hand immediately working the new lubricant down over his base then back up again.

His arms wrap around your waist once more, pulling you flush against him with his haggert breaths fanning on your chest. He sucks a few deep breaths before putting your pebbled nipple back in his mouth, grinding you against his body so he mushroom tip rubs right under your lower boobs.

You hump him, desperate to relieve the ache between your legs, but careful to not let your tits slip out of his mouth. With the secure grip he has on you, it doesn't seem likely anyway. You can feel his precum wetting your tummy and his shirt, moaning at the thick protrusion between you, twitching along your stomach, right where it would normally split you open and nestle deep inside where no other man had bred you before.

You want it inside. Want it filling you again and again. Spilling his seed safely into your waiting womb once more and giving new life.

"Daddy," you hum.

You feel his breath getting faster, k-9s sinking further as he ruts his hips along yours. "I want you to make me a mommy again."

His nails dig into your flesh, voraciously sucking reverently again, pulling you close, close, closer with desire to meld you into him and never leave. Mine, mine, mine, he chants in his mind: more more more.

I want you to put another baby in me".

His body seizes beneath you, and he can't stop his pathetic ragged painful moans, pulling away with milk spilling from his lips, eyes scrunched closed as his cock pulses thick ropes of his seed until its between your bodies and leaving a thick creamy sticky hot mess gluing you together.

You stare down at him as he gasps heavily.

"You're supposed to do that inside me."

But he's still so fucking GONE, coming down from the high of the intensity of his orgasm, of your milk still lingering in his taste buds. He just pants through his sinful lips, looking at you all drunk with no comprehension behind his wide blown eyes, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words.

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rightnewshindi · 5 months ago

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समेज में दो वैली ब्रिज किए जाएंगे स्थापित, अतिरिक्त मशीनरी की जाएगी तैनात- विक्रमादित्य सिंह

Shimla News: लोक निर्माण एंव शहरी विकास मंत्री विक्रमादित्य सिंह ने शनिवार को समेज घटना स्थल का निरीक्षण किया। इस दौरान प्रभावित लोगों और पीड़ितों से भी मिले। घटना स्थल पर स्थानीय लोगों ने घटना के बारे में कैबिनेट मंत्री को बताया। कैबिनेट मंत्री ने कहा कि समेज गांव में दो वैली ब्रिज स्थापित किए जाएंगे। इसके लिए शिमला से वैली ब्रिज का सामान मंगवा लिया गया है। कुछ ही दिनों में वैली ब्रिज सुचारू हो…

#additional machinery #deployed #installed #Samej news #Two valley bridges #Vikramaditya Singh

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reasonsforhope · 8 months ago

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"Construction of the “largest wildlife crossing in the world” passed a significant milestone in April placing the first girders over an 8-lane freeway near Los Angeles to preserve the local mountain lion population.

After years of tireless work, erecting the first horizontal section of the 210-foot-long crossing was an historic moment for the National Wildlife Federation, the Caltrans highway department, and many private and public partners.

“We all cheered when the crane lowered the first concrete beam across the freeway, as we truly saw the bridge starting to take shape,” said an excited Beth Pratt, the California Executive Director of National Wildlife Federation.

“This structure is a testament to us all wanting a future for wildlife and mountain lions in the Santa Monica Mountains.”

Moving forward, up to 82 additional concrete girders will be placed, with each beam weighing between 126 and 140 tons. As these critical horizontal supports are placed, the structure will ultimately reconnect two long fractured global biodiversity hotspots in the Southern California region—providing safe passage for not only the cougars, but bobcats, deer, lizards, and coyotes, as they move between the Santa Monica Mountains and the Simi Hills of the Santa Susana mountain range.

[Note: The setting looks pretty rural in that rendering, but the wildlife crossing is actually only five minutes from the Los Angeles city border and the densely populated San Fernando Valley.]

For drivers on the 101 Freeway in Agoura Hills, the construction is interrupting traffic from 11:00 PM to 4:00 AM on one side of the highway each week (Northbound or Southbound). The FAQs can be found here.

CBS news estimates about 1,500 of these wildlife passages have been built both over and under major highways and rural roads across America.

Watch CBS’s recent feature that highlights crossings over America’s longest highway, US 90, which runs across the northern states, and how a new US grant program is paving the way for more crossings…"

-via Good News Network, May 9, 2024

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-video via CBS Sunday Morning, April 21, 2024

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ravengards-rogue · 2 months ago

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bright as the morning, soft as the rain

sebastian (stardew valley) x reader

✧ tags : gender neutral reader, canon divergence, a lot of author liberties, alcohol, fluffy, pre-relationship, mildly suggestive but sooo mildly lol.

✧ wc : 3.4k (this is ridiculous lol)

✧ a/n : the thing to get me out of my writing slump being sdv fanfiction is hilarious.

hi! this is the first part to a silly little alternative first kiss series i have planned for the stardew romanceable characters. i think the other ones will be shorter (hopefully but lol).

i will link the rest of them as they get posted. i hope u like. rbs appreciated. also tagging @antique-remains (hi this is fang on my side blog lol)

✧ synopsis : sebastian wants to do anything but think of you. he's failing miserably on that front. sam and abigail are not helping.

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“Earth to Sebastian,” Sam snaps his fingers in front of Sebastian’s face. Sebastian jumps in his skin. “What’s with you today? If you’re not gonna take our pool playing tradition seriously, I’m not playing.”

He swipes a hand over his face, cursing under his breath. Half-empty Joja-Cola can sits directly besides his pool stick, the faint air of smoke and liquor in the air. Right. He’s here to play pool.

He pinches the bridge of his nose with exasperation, shaking off the feeling before scratching the back of his neck.

“No, sorry. I wanna play, just…give me a sec.”

“Got something on your mind Seb?” Abigail prods, unfortunately intuitive. Sebastian scowls at her. She stands to her feet to get closer, sitting on the edge of the pool table with her cheek turned just enough to look at him. Her smile is coy. “A certain someone, maybe?”

His scowl deepens, lip curled in distaste. “No. Move. You’re in my way.”

“You’re a bad liar.” Abigail says with a resigned sigh, arms crossed. “You weren’t this spacey last time you dated someone. ”

“Fuck off,” Sebastian sighs. “It’s not like that yet.”

Abigail grins before Sebastian can correct the slip up. “Yet. Yet, he says.”

Sebastian feels himself blush. “Ugh.”

He sighs as he stands back up, leaning against his pool stick. Sam stops whatever he was doing (messing with the pool table deliberately, Sebastian assumes), taking newfound interest in the conversation.

“Oh, you two talking about our new neighbor?”

“Not really new. It’s been like… what a year or two almost?” Abigail adds. Sam shrugs.

“That’s true. But it feels new to me anyway.” Sam says. He gives up on pool it seems like, abandoning his stick on the table in favor of navigating to the box pizza balancing on another table nearby and his drink. Sebastian watches him shimmy a slice of the pie, not bothering to blow on it as he eats. “Oh is that why your heads in the clouds? Figures.”

“I didn’t say that. Abigail said that.”

“And you’re saying she’s wrong?”

Sebastian huffs. “…Yes.”

Sam laughs good-naturedly. “Pfft. Uh-huh, yeah. I super believe you.”

“Fuck you both.”

“Come on, Seb. It’s not like everyone in town doesn’t know.”

Sebastian’s frown deepens. “Not everyone.”

Sam seats himself on the couch again and Abigail joins him. It creaks under the weight of them as they get comfortable together. Sebastian stays where he is, sitting on the tables edge with a drink in his hand and an itch for a cigarette.

Sam counts on his fingers. “Your mom knows. My mom knows. Abby’s mom knows. If they all know then our dads definitely also know. Who else does that leave? Our towns tiny dude. Like I’d say Elliot doesn’t, but he’s here on Friday’s and he catches up with gossip all the time. So basically everyone.”

“…Shit.”

“See? Told you.”

Sebastian doesn’t need everyone to know what’s going on between you. He doesn’t even know what’s going on between you. It’s taken him longer than he cares to admit to even acknowledge that there was something there. And he didn’t know it was mutual until recently when Abigail came dropped by to tell him she overheard her dad explaining old Pelican Town traditions on dating and romance.

(Abigail always describes things in excruciating detail, adding all the bells and whistles. This makes her great to play the Solarion Chronicles with.

It also makes her good at artfully recounting interactions. He can easily picture you the way she said she saw you, overalls half unbuttoned, dirt covered and leaning over the counter just slightly giving Pierre your rapt attention.

The thought of it is enough to trigger some sense of affection he’s never entirely felt before.)

It’s not like Sebastian is against the idea of dating you, it’s just—

“I think you should go out with them Seb. I like ‘em a lot more than your exes.”

Sebastian sighs. “You guys know why I’m on the fence.”

Sam shrugs. “Does they even count though? They’re not actually from here. They live here sure but they didn’t grow up here.”

“Right? That’s what I think too. Might as well go for it.” Abigail shrugs, glancing at Sebastian. “I really don’t get why you’re hesitating. Something else has to bugging you.”

“I thought that too.” Sam adds.

A faint blush creeps up his neck. He loves his friends and sometimes, he appreciates how well they know him. Times like this, he thinks it wouldn’t kill them to be a little less perceptive.

They’re not wrong. It is something of a flimsy excuse to try not to think about you. Sebastian has always had a not dating policy about people he grew up with. He nearly dated Abigail in highschool and it was a shitshow. So he’s vowed to never do it again.

But that’s not the real reason he’s been rejecting the possibility in his head. He uses it more for himself than anyone else. It’s not like he can give them the real answer because he thinks it’s one hundred times more embarrassing.

How the fuck is he meant to tell them the reason he keeps hesitating to define your relationship is because he feels like he likes you too much?

That’s the real reason he’s going in circles about it. It’s so cringe it makes him want to break out in hives but well, it is true. Sebastian likes you—like really fucking likes you—and it’s freaking him out because he thinks it’s the first time he’s really liked anyone.

Dating has never been all that fun for Sebastian. It wasn’t something that felt meaningful. He dated mostly in college and only one of those relationships lasted a significant amount of time. And even then the relationship was never all that genuine. They ultimately broke up because Sebastian realized they were fundamentally incompatible. As bad as it sounds, there wasn’t a real sense of attachment there, not once. It was just convenient for both of them. He realized at that point he should probably just focus on himself.

That was about when he moved back home to the valley to live with his family in his post graduation.

And he had honestly expected it to be another few mundane years, akin to his early adolescence. He was so sure that he would spend it with the same restless feeling in his stomach, the same longing to be somewhere else. If he could never feel any belonging, at least he wanted to be somewhere he could blend in. He thought for sure moving back to Pelican Town was going to be nothing but dreadful and boring and existential. That he would come back and remember why he wanted to leave in the first place.

Until one day, someone from the city moved into the old, overgrown farm and turned the entirety of the valley upside down.

When you met for the first time, Sebastian honestly didn’t care. Nothing goes on in Pelican Town, so he figured you’d be the main subject of gossip for a few weeks before ultimately blending into the background of his life just like everyone else. He also didn’t think you’d last long living here. You were part of the corporate rat race he so detests and you didn’t grow up in the valley. It’s a hard place to get used to after living somewhere more populated.

Against all odds though - you did stay. And you’ve integrated yourself so much with the people living—himself included here it kind of baffles him. He doesn’t entirely remember what it was like before you came here.

Sebastian couldn’t have predicted in a million years that that stupid help wanted sign in front of Pierre’s store would start actually being useful. But lo and behold, at least three times a week he finds you with full pockets - jogging after whomever last posted to give them what they need. And you do that without anyone really asking you too.

You’re just so… helpful. And social in a way he can’t describe. Everyone in town has nothing but nice things to say about you. You’ve given everyone a gift on their birthday thus far. You’re keeping the entire economy afloat with your farm right now and you regularly clear those mines out for monsters. You even paid for the bus to get repaired, too - so now it’s up and running again.

You’re full of surprises. And easy to adore, himself included.

What surprises him most often is how easy it is for him to be around you. He doesn’t turn you away even when you visit his room sharply at 9am and hover over him in bed. He doesn’t get even the slightest bit upset when you have a mundane and disruptive conversation hours before he usually gets up. He keeps everything you’ve ever gifted him, and he often thinks of inviting you to things he does with his friends. He smiles when he sees you running around doing some chore, frantic and covered in muck - all mess and sunlight.

You’re… nice. Honest, hard-working, and cheerful. Kind. Sincere in wanting to know him. You should completely and utterly exhaust him given those are your main characteristics. You should be someone he’s simply fundamentally incompatible with.

But more than anything, you’re thoughtful. And it disarms him so utterly he feels overwhelmed by the thought. From the start, you put in a lot of effort into maintaining connections and he was no different. It’s just impacted him so much more than he thought it would. If he lets himself think too far on it, he really won’t stop thinking about you.

To the point he’s been picturing what it’s like to live on the farm. He’s in deep.

Despite all of your idiosyncrasies, you really seem to give a shit about things in a way that feels utterly foreign to him. This extends to anything and everything. It extends to Sebastian, and it shows in the ways you don’t undermine him. Little things. You take his work seriously and apologize for disturbing him, you don’t immediately take the side of his family when he talks about them despite being friends with them too, you don’t interrogate him about what he is or is not comfortable with. You show up and linger in his life, and then you go off to your own thing.

More and more, he gets the urge to stop you before you go. It’s too much. It makes him act…lame and he’s not too fond of it. He’s never really felt this strongly about anyone before and he’s a little bit of a wreck about what it does to him. So it’s not that he doesn’t want to date you, but more that he does so bad he doesn’t even want to admit it.

But well.. He isn’t sure it’s even working. As soon as you walk into a room it’s like—

He’s lost in his thoughts for a while, only to get pulled out of them by some big commotion happening in the main part of the saloon.

“Ah, you’re here. What perfect timing kid,”

Shit. Shit

Only somewhat obscured by the distance and wall separating their space from the bar - Sebastian catches a glimpse of you and feels something uncomfortably warm in his chest. His friends both make little oooh sounds, no doubt planning to do something stupid. He should intervene but he gets too caught up in pretending he doesn’t see you. Turning away stiffly, he pretends to be looking at something else while he listens on your conversation. It’s not too hard to hear, anyway.

“Hi, Pam.” He can practically hear the smile in your voice. “Here’s your ale. Managed to grow a hops plant indoors this season so the brew is pretty fresh. It’s strong, fair warning.”

A beat of muffle conversations follows up with a a loud sigh. “That’s exactly what I needed. Your pretty good with your liquor and spirits, huh kid? Thanks for the drink. Here’s what I owe ya.”

“Selling alcohol under the table at my establishment? Tsk tsk.” Gus adds.

It’s at this point Sebastian lets himself look at you properly. You lean with your elbows against the counter. You look a mess like usual, but you’ve got on a cowboy hat today that Sebastian finds ridiculously cute. You smile at Gus sheepishly.

“Sorry. Can I buy myself a drink to make up for it?” You offer.

“I’ll do you one better and give it to you on the house.”

“Aw, what? Can’t let you do that Gus.”

“You can and you will. You’re always looking out for everyone. Here, it’s a nice imported IPA. Nice and cold. Have a drink and go relax. Some of your friends are here too tonight I think.”

“Oh?”

On cue, you turn your head to the group of them. When you and Sebastian meet eyes, you brighten visbly - all smiles. He’s so caught up in it, he doesn’t even catch Sam next to him until he throw an arm around his shoulder and waves you over.

You weave through the tables until you cross the threshold of their little hide-out. Abigail greets you first with a short sidehug before you go over to him and Sam.

“Hey,”

“Hi Sam.” You pause, tilting your head. “Did you cut your hair? It’s shorter than usual.”

Sam beams. “I did! And you’re the first one to notice, other than my mom. Goes to show who my real friends are,”

Sebastian nudges him, pulling away from his grip. “I see enough of your face everyday. There’s nothing for me to observe.”

“It looks nice,” You add. Charming and genuine. Sam smiles at you.

“Thanks,”

Sebastian is weirdly jealous until you address him in conversation. “Hey to you too Sebastian.”

His heart thumps. This is ridiculous. He swallows. “Hey. Uh. How have you been?”

Awkward. So awkward. You smile a little and lean on the pool table besides him with your drink, taking a sip. “Good. Busy as usually getting ready for Winter. Renovated our coop recently so I’ve got a whole bunch of baby bunnies I gotta take care of. Went and bought another heater, some extra hay. Just farm stuff. Not very interesting,”

“I find it interesting,” He replies quickly. You lip twitches in a smile.

“I’m glad.”

“Baby bunnies sound so cute,” Abigail adds. Sebastian glances at her as she joins the rest of them. “What else have you got in there?”

“A little of everything. Chickens, ducks. I’ve got a void chicken too, kinda freaky. Oh and these little dino looking guys.”

Abigail looks bright eyed. “Would it be like… weird if I asked to go over? I kinda wanna see them?”

You laugh. “Not at all. I don’t mind. You could honestly go over whenever but it’s hard to navigate the farm if I’m not there, though I’m trying to fix that this upcoming winter.”

You glance then at Sebastian, eyes almost sparkling. “You should come over sometime, too. You’d like the void chicken I think. And I’ve got a slime hutch.”

Sebastian sputters at the obvious invitation only barely managing to cover up the shock to his system. You don’t seem put off, but it’s obvious you know what you’re doing. He’s going to explode.

Abigail and Sam make not-so-subtle eye contact before Sam clears his throat.

“Well, uh, me and Abi are gonna head out. We’ve got some stuff to catch up on, but there’s still a few hours until the saloon closes so you two should stay here and finish up our drinks and stuff. Uh… yeah. See you again,”

Sam nods, quickly rifling for his things. Abigail follows in his foot steps.

“Mhm, yep. See you,”

Sam gives him one last encouraging look before turning around and leaving. The two of them scurry off in a blink of an eye, before Sebastian can get a single word in about the situation or tell them to stay. And now he’s alone with you, quietly wondering if it’s as awkward as it feels.

You’re the one to break the ice. “Do you have anywhere you need to be tomorrow?”

Sebastian blinks. “Uh no. Not really.”

“Me either. We should stay back then, for a little while.” You offer with a shrug. “Why not, right?”

Right. Sebastian is being really chill about this entire interaction. “Right.”

“I’m glad I got to see you tonight,” You say, out of the blue. Sebastian nearly jumps in his skin at the admission. “I’ve been pretty busy with the growing season ending so I haven’t been you know, able to come by as often. I don’t know if it made a huge difference to you but—“

“It did.” He blurts out. Your mouth opens then closes again, a blush crawling up his neck as he tucks his chin in embarrassment. “It was uh, weird for me. I know you’re busy and I like my alone time but I did… miss you.”

“Yeah?”

He’s almost too afraid to meet your eyes. When he manages - you’re smiling fondly, sweetly with a sense of amusement. It rolls off of you in waves and it becomes clear to him in that split second that you don’t really intend to hide how you feel despite him being so hellbent on making sure he does. You’re not hiding that you like him. It feels stupidly warm and fuzzy.

You look like you’ve been working all day and you smell a little like grass and rain in a way that makes him want to draw that much closer to you. So he does, leaving into your space.

“Yeah.” He manages, barely getting the words out without being a complete wreck. “It’s new for me.”

“Absence makes the heart grow fonder or whatever they say.” And then, even more sweetly. “I missed you too.”

Fuck. You’re… fuck.

Sebastian pretends to wipe something from his face just to cover it and make his blush less obvious. This is embarrassing. He likes you so much and for what.

There’s a million things he wants to tell you but he can’t find the words for any of them. So he tucks in on himself and wonders how the fuck he would ever go about actually dating you.

You inch closer to him. Tentative, until your thighs are touching. He doesn’t move away.

Suddenly, you’re close to him than you’ve ever been. Looking from the corner of your eye, Sebastian turns his head to meet your gaze. You’re an inch apart, and he’s looking at your lips - slightly chapped from the weather. The faint scent of alcohol on your breath makes him dizzy. Your smile is what does him in ultimately. A subtle tug at the corners of your mouth, a little teeth. Something about it precious.

“Hey,” You mutter.

“Hm,”

“Can I kiss you?”

He responds with leaning forward to do it first. It’s chaste and easy, and he does it because you’ve already taken so many first steps and he should, at least, take this one. So he leans into kiss you and it feels like his whole body is melting. It’s brief and light and he pulls away before it feels like it should be over.

You part for a breath, a single heartbeat - before your hands go up to cradle the side of his face. You kiss him deeper that time. A real kiss where he can taste you enough to know that you drank - one he would only want to do in the privacy of this confined spaced. He feels you in your entirety - returns your gesture with a careful hand on your waist that you don’t pull away from.

And it doesn’t stop. Like neither of you want it too, despite everything else. Despite the fact he’s doing this in the bar of his hometown where everyone will gossip about it without doubt, and despite knowing that - the drive to kiss you is stronger than his usual sensibilities. So you kiss and kiss and kiss, short presses followed by long, firm ones. A slight brush of tongue, the soft nip of teeth as you tease and tug. All mirth and amusement and fondness and bravery and god he is so into you it’s ridiculous.

You manage to pull away from each other after a while. His lips are tingly. And there’s a sheepishness to you both that makes it hard for him to look your way.

“Hey, Sebastian.”

He clears his throat.

“Uh. Yeah?”

“I’m gonna ask you out tomorrow. Properly.”

He blushes. “…I’d be cool with that.”

You grin. “Yeah?”

Shit he’s happy. He is not gonna get a lick of sleep tonight. He smiles a little to himself.

“Yeah.”

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#sdv x reader #sebastian sdv x reader #sdv fluff #sebastian sdv fluff #rogues love letters

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hawkinshorror94 · 27 days ago

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The Wager of Pleasure

Lucania DellamortexPlus!sized RookxSpite

“Smells like Peaches and metal. You are coward Lucanis” Spite hisses as he moves around Rook who is none the wiser to his presence so close to her. Spite’s purple eyes shot over to Lucanis who had his hands clenched in his lap. “I will take her if you are too afraid”

“Meirda, can you not Spite” Lucanis grumbles at the demon as he tries to focus on Rook putting away her market haul. Since falling head over heels with their appointed leader Lucanis found it hard to ignore her. Her smile that was only meant for him, her small gestures of adoration, but Spite noticed the more physical things. How nice her ass looked in those tight little leather shorts she wore, or how the jewels of her tunic fell perfectly in the valley between her large breasts. On more than one occasion Spite had expressed wanting to feel what her plush belly felt like pinched between his rough fingers or her soft hips might feel with his fingers dug into them.

“What is he saying?” She asked as she turned to Lucanis, a bottle of tequila in her hands, the last thing on her list. Lucanis shifted on the edge of his cot unsure of what to say, he didn’t think she’d want to hear that Spite wanted her to slam her against the wall and take her when Lucanis hadn’t even had the courage to kiss her.

“You don’t want to know.” He murmurs pinching the bridge of his nose, she laughs handing him the bottle.

“That bad?” She asks as she watches him pull out the cork on the bottle with a well sharpened knife. Lucanis shakes his head and doesn’t answer, handing the bottle back to her. The tequila inside smells sharp and the first drink burns all the way down to her bare toes.

“You want her. You won't take her.” Spite mumbles pouting with his arms crossed over his chest. Spite was almost tired of the way they looked longingly into one another’s eyes, almost. Except when they were focusing on one another Spite could touch her softly, like that of a butterfly, her cheek, her back. Just enough to send goosebumps down her arms, conditioning her to feel good feelings when she was around Lucanis. “Drink more, get drunk.” He whispers softly into Lucanis’s ear, all he needed was for him to slip up to let him out.

“She feels so soft” Spite murmured as he watched Lucanis pin her to the cot, the empty bottle rolling away from open hand. Lucanis focused on how her skin felt, how warm and soft it was against his calloused hands. She smelled like Peaches, Coconuts and metal, like Spite had said. His lips were pressing to her warm skin, he wanted to taste her, the tequila clouding his judgement. Allowing him to feel what he wanted to feel, no thoughts just her and Spite of course.

“I want. My turn.” Spite snapped at Lucanis as he watched the man lick the soft skin of her belly. Lucanis grumbled at the demon who was kneeled by the cot watching, Lucanis could see the demon palming himself over his pants and it sent a tingle down to his own stiff cock. Lucanis tried to ignore Spite and focus on the absolute goddess before him; if he died today, he hoped he could worship her for the rest of eternity. His face buried between her plush thighs, tasting the sweet ichor that flowed there. He undid her fancy Lords bra, it clanked as it hit the stone floor of the pantry and he was back to looking at the two delicious tits he had uncovered. They felt so soft and warm in his calloused hands as he squeezed, watching as the puckered flesh of her nipples tensed.

“Perfect. Taste them fool.” Spite murmured as he watched Lucanis squeeze the puckered nipples in between deft fingers. Spite watched her face, her lip caught between her bottom teeth and how her pupils were blown wide. Following Spite’s instructions he dips his head down to a nipple, taking it between his teeth and nipping at it gently, listening to the sweetest fucking whine leave her lips. He moved to the next nipple giving it the same treatment as the first, but he felt cool air blowing on his cheek. Spite was blowing lightly against the nipple not in Lucanis’s mouth, watching the nipple retighten and Rook whine louder this time. Brown eyes met purple ones for a moment and an unspoken agreement was made.

Lucanis moves back up to Rook’s neck, his hands pinning her wrists above her head, his brown eyes meeting hers for a moment before he pressed his lips back to hers. Their kiss is sloppy from the tequila and the pure desire coursing through them both. She moaned into his mouth as he let go of her wrists, but they stayed pinned above her head with cool invisible fingers.

“Spite.” She murmured against Lucanis’s lips when he finally left her mouth for air. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of the man and the demon working alongside to pleasure her. Lucanis’s knee slots between her legs grinding into her little leather shorts, his lips ghosting the column of her throat feeling her pulse and low whines.

“She likes that. Her cunt smells delicious” Spite groans as he holds her wrists watching Lucanis take his sweet time down her body. Even her wrists were soft and Spite couldn’t help but press a cool kiss to the inside of them. When Spite looked up again Lucanis was working her out of those little shorts that cupped her fat ass so deliciously. Spite burned on the inside like fire, he let go of her wrist so he could move closer to her soaking cunt. Lucanis’s fingers were carding through the curl’s of her slickened cunt.

“Stop teasing” Spite murmurs his large hand splayed out over her warm belly, it tenses under his cool fingers or it was because Lucanis had finally slipped his fingers into her soaked folds, collecting all the sweet juices there and bringing them to his mouth. She tasted like cream and he moaned around his own slickened fingers.

“You taste divine.” He murmurs as he dips into her cunt with two long, lithe fingers, fingers hooking to hit that spongy little spot inside of her. She cries out his name and he leans down using his nose to rub against that little sensitive bud of nerves. Her fingers were dug into his dark hair pulling on it as she pulled him closer to her heat. When he hears her moans pitch up and octave, Lucanis sucks at her clit, his fingers moving with a quickened pace. Spite presses lightly on her lower belly and he can feel Lucanis’s fingers in her and it makes his cock throb with need.

The sound of Lucanis’s name sounds like prayers as he drags an orgasm from her, his fingers and tongue working to quickly overstimulate her. She was begging, pleading for him to fuck her but all he could think about was how her soft thighs quivered around his head, how the lewd sounds of her soaked cunt were, how good she tasted on his tongue.

“Please Lucanis, inside.” Her words were broken as she clawed him away from her cunt. He finally obliged, Spite finally slinking away into Lucanis so he can feel the relief he needs as well. Lucanis feels as though he might choke as he slips into her velvety walls.

“So fucking good.” Spite sighs inside his head as he bottoms out in her, Lucanis focuses on her face. As he lifts one of her thighs and pulls it higher on her belly, pulling almost all the way out before slipping back in, a tortuous speed that has them teetering on the edge of ecstasy or insanity.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He murmurs into her ear as his hips pick up pace and her fingers dig into her back. “Under me spread out like this.” Lucanis moans into her ear as he feels her clench around him. “Let go” He murmurs it once, twice before he hears her cry out, her legs tightening around him pulling him in deeper as he works her through it.

He has his face nuzzled into her neck, losing himself as his hips begin to stutter in her, his cock spilling off into her already soaked cunt. He closes his eyes for just a minute to calm his beating heart. He just drifts for a moment, a moment too long. As Rook’s eyes look up to meet what she thought would be the large brown eyes of Lucanis she is instead met by Spite’s purple ones.

“My Turn”

If you into freaky stuff come back for the second part. Because you know Spite is a fucking freak. Also if someone can think of a better name do tell because I could not think of one

#dragon age the veilguard #spite dragon age #lucanis x reader #lucanis x rook #lucanis x rook smut #lucanis x rook x spite #lucanis dellamorte #plus!sized Rook x Lucanis

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baka-bakeneko · 1 month ago

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Betting Man - Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

tags: sex bet/ cruel intentions type beat, not nsfw, teasing, friends to possible lovers, kento nanami x reader involved, slow burn bs

wc: 4.5k

synopsis: As teenagers, you and Gojo made a bet of the 'Cruel Intentions' kind, but what's crueler than time itself?

a/n: This is [somewhat] inspired by a NSFW art I saw on twitter of Gojo being more into Utahime than her him. [part two here]

It was a stupid teenage bet. One you'd think of until the end of the year when you'd inevitably give up on trying to sleep with Kento.

However, Gojo would never let it go, so hung up on trying to bed Suguru that he didn't even notice your interest in him.

"If I win, I get your glasses." You joked, leaning back in the swing to look up at Satoru.

"As if you'll get far enough to pull the stick out of Nanami's ass."

You giggled, locking eyes with Satoru, his glasses sliding to the bridge of his nose. His eyes were the stark contrast of the cotton candy sunset: bright and endless compared to the end of the day.

"I'm surprised you haven't slept with Suguru yet, you're in his space all the time."

You lifted your hands on the chains of the swing and leaned into Satoru's body, your head rested just above his waist. You watched his curious eyes dip away from yours, taking in your opened jacket and dress shirt, admiring the valley of your breasts.

"I just haven't made my move yet," he managed to say, cocky. Grabbing the chains, he pulled you back then let you swing away again.

You laughed at him, using your form to gain air up. Pulling back, you kept your legs together though your skirt caught wind and you reached to tuck it between your thighs.

When you came back in Gojo's direction, he grabbed the chains again and stopped you awkwardly. "If I win, I want your skirt."

You quirked up at him. "What, why that?"

"So I can force you to wear pants for a day."

You rolled your eyes at him, kicking your feet back and forth in the air beneath the swing.

"Too bad I'll be closer to sleeping with Kento than you Suguru."

He laughed, scoffed. Once again, his arrogance showing its ugly head, you wondered why it seemed so endearing.

"I'll get it done."

You withheld a breath of disbelief. "Yeah, okay. You call me when you do."

At that, you stood up from the swing, grabbing your backpack from the ground and turning to wave Satoru to follow.

"You gonna walk me to the train?"

And that was the end of the conversation about the bet. Especially with the events that followed. Nanami previously oblivious to your crush was soon cold and distant overall.

Satoru and Suguru, you couldn't even bear to recollect what happened between them. It just left you and your nearest friend Satoru to lean on one another for support.

It was embarrassing to be your age and still have a crush on Satoru and Kento. You truly thought it a thing of the past, with working with Satoru for years in curse techniques and school. And for some moments it dimmed, he was holding a shield up. More cruel than he used to be in how he joked.

But it was still Gojo every time you looked at him. You dreaded the seconds he'd take off his mask and reveal his eyes, fearing that his Infinite would see into your soul and sniff out your weakness for him.

And then Kento showed up again. You personally found yourself tucking yourself behind Yaga when Nanami showed up at the doorstep of the school.

Through peeks behind the wall of the headmaster, you caught on to Nanami's metamorphosis into man. A clean-cut, straight-laced salaryman. Exhaustion caught up with him, but made him more rugged, well-knowledgable. You wondered if he ever sought out rest more than others.

It felt like you were thrust directly back into high school yourself, ducking by two men who witnessed your own puberty firsthand. With a hand held before your face, you cut in the direction of your bedroom to avoid Nanami.

You made progress down the hall and around the corner until you bumped into Gojo on the way down the corridor.

"Where're you going?" He asked, leaning in to look at your face. "You cryin'?"

You dropped your hand as you figured you were far enough from the headmaster and Kento. "No, I am not crying. I'm avoiding..."

You looked up at Gojo, met his gaze as they were hidden by his glasses. "Talking to the headmaster. He wants to know when I'll show my technique to your first-years."

Gojo shrugged, "It comes in the situation, doesn't it? They'll see it eventually."

He stepped into you, leaning his tall body over you to look around the corner. You held your breath to stop yourself from inhaling his scent; though you'd never seen him do it, you were sure Gojo bought cologne and sprayed his inside shirts with it.

The soft sky blue-white cotton of his shirt brushed against your nose as he angled his head to gather the headmaster...talking to Kento.

"So, the headmaster, huh?" He asked, and by his tone, you were ready to accept defeat.

"Yeah, a talker he is." You side-stepped out of Satoru's bubble and started walking again.

Satoru turned and started walking a slower pace than you. "So it's not because Nanami is in there?"

You froze slightly, your hands stiffening into fists but continued your stride. "Nope. Didn't even see him."

Gojo continued following you, turning another corner with you but keeping his stance casual. You were feet ahead of him but still felt him right on your heels with his accusations.

"Hasn't he aged gracefully? Aside from those eyebags, sheesh." Gojo folded his arms behind his head, kicking his feet out. Truly enjoying himself on your internal torment.

"Yep, fantastic." You were sure it wasn't coherent to his question, but to not answer him would give Gojo that power.

"I bet he'd love to see you," Gojo teased, stopping just outside of your bedroom.

You slid open the door and stepped inside, ready to shut the door after him but Gojo waited patiently over the threshold. Staring at his glasses again, you dropped your shoulders.

"What do I do, Satoru?"

He chuckled, sliding into your room to sit on the edge of your bed. "Come on, you're an adult. It's not as serious as high school."

You turned your head after him, giving him a deadpan look. "Rejection is still rejection."

Gojo raised a foot on the edge of your bedframe, leaned into his knee to rest his cheek. "Don't I know it."

You hid a roll of your eyes by shutting them, sliding your door closed. Gojo's eyes were hard to track behind his glasses, darker than before. You sat down at your desk in the corner of the room.

"I should say 'hi' at least, right?" You asked, though a new fear began to creep up that you'd be a catalyst for all of the traumatic events that Kento went through.

He'd take one look into your eyes and be flashed horrific images of his dead friends, broken relationships, curses and more sleepless nights would ensue.

You shot up from your seat. "Nope, can't do it."

Gojo chuckled at your sudden movements. "Oh, come on. What about you being closer to winning than me?"

You scrunched your brows in question at Gojo. "Winning what?"

"The bet," Gojo stated plainly, stretching his arms out before curling them around his knee. "You did say you were closer to sleeping with him than me and--"

"Satoru, that was ten years ago. I didn't mean it seriously. I was the same distance from him as to now. Plus, there's no winning." You didn't want to explain why, because you both knew. It was hung over your heads like a dark cloud the entire time.

Gojo nodded cordially, accepting your explanation while thinking of his own. "Fine, new bet then."

He was suddenly on his feet and before you as you registered his words. "You sleep with Kento, you get my glasses. I sleep with you...I own your underwear."

"What?" You asked, your voice catching in such a way that your saliva cloyed your word. "Gojo, be serious."

Gojo smiled, leaning into you and allowing his glasses to slide to the bridge of his nose. "Just a timed bet. How long can you hold out me wooing you to get with your ten-year flame?'

"Wooing me?" you scoffed, "You think you could woo me?"

"What, like it's hard?" He retorted, slamming his hand hard onto the wall directly next to your head.

He stepped in slightly, and your chest managed one solid breath of his enriching scent. You turned your face from him, lining your tongue between your lips to steady yourself.

"I'm doing it already. And I haven't even said anything serious." His voice was breathy against your ear, tempting you to turn with the warmth ghosting over your neck.

"S-s-stop," you pushed out, your body trembling under the pressure.

Gojo was away from you in a second, his hands in the air to claim innocence. "Whatever you say."

A beat of silence fell between the two of you. You regained your composure and turned to him again. "Why would you want to do that?"

Satoru stashed his hands in his pockets. "It's either you or Utahime, and you've seen how she acts."

You turned up your nose, your heart struck by his words. It felt jealous, the vines that en-capsuled your stomach and thorns to pierce your lungs. Was this jealousy, him making you his second plaything?

You cloaked a gulp with a fix of your collar. Though the words were demeaning to your ego, you were affixed into his efforts so far. It wouldn't hurt to see how far he was willing to go just for his entertainment.

You turned away from him, facing the wall behind you as you thought of your next words wisely. Eyes squeezed shut, you held your arms around your body to think of rules to abide by.

However, your thighs felt hot as you continued to think of it; between focusing on Nanami and fighting off Gojo, you were sure to be overwhelmed.

It felt that Gojo was boring into you with his Infinite, ready to dissect your very being with his boyish charms and sharp-tongue wit. You turned back around, taking in a deep breath in then out.

"Fine." You stated, opening your eyes and releasing your arms. "But I want some ground rules."

"Go ahead," Gojo smiled, crossing his arms while leaning against your opposite wall. "I'm listening."

"No public displays of any sort," you started, slashing a hand leveling the air. "I don't want your first-years to see any of your pervish behavior."

"What about your pervish behavior?" Gojo asked, bringing his thenar to rest his chin on in ponder.

You shook your head. "I will not be showing any pervish behavior because I will be discreet and adult. As you should be."

Gojo pushed his glasses up to shield his eyes once more. "Fine. What else?"

"I will not allow any skirt-tugging, hair-pulling, nibbling or licking of the sort."

Satoru's brows knitted together, peeling his glasses down to reveal his deep stare. "Save it for the bedroom, got it."

You ignored his comment, looking anywhere else but at your friend. "Since I feel like you'll lose interest in a month, we'll make it two weeks."

Satoru feigned offense at your comment, his hand bracing his chest as he gasped. "You insinuate I can't keep it up?"

But you weren't acknowledging that of Gojo. You were imagining Utahime showing up once more and Gojo tearing his eyes away from you to play with her again.

It disrupted your stomach, your mouth now acidic with jealousy. You were enveloped in your own thought, ignoring Gojo for the moment.

He was before you once again, this time taking hold of your chin to look at him. His thumb softly lined under your lip while his index stroked under your chin.

"Eyes on me, I got lonely for a second." He teased once again.

"When I win, and I will win," he began, leaning in to whisper against your lips. "I will keep you in skirts everyday to admire my prize."

You felt your cheeks blush at him, ready to wedge your hand before his mouth to keep you from kissing him. He would not win easily.

He would not win. Period.

You gathered yourself and made your way back to the main corridor in Gojo's shadow to greet Nanami.

"Nanami!" Gojo exclaimed, something about his tone mirroring a scene you were witness to a decade ago.

His arms extended, Gojo reached out for a hug but Nanami remained stiff in his tan suit. Awkwardly, Gojo rested his arm around Nanami's shoulders and turned to you.

"Look, it's Nanami." He playfully flourished his hand just under Kento's stern-cut jaw, his hair immaculately quaffed and parted.

"Kento, it's--"

"I remember," Kento cut in, his eyes hidden by a pair of green-tinted goggles. "It's been so long. You haven't aged a day."

You stammered to respond, only holding Kento's gaze while Gojo looked between the two of you.

"You either. You seem well off," you uttered back, gesturing a hand out at his ensemble.

Kento smiled stringently. "It's really good to see you."

You softened almost immediately. "You too."

Gojo hid a roll of his eyes behind his glasses, retracting his arm from Nanami. "Come on, let's go meet my first-years."

Yaga led the way, leaving Nanami to follow and Gojo to lead up behind. He wisped after you, getting your attention from the back of Nanami's head.

Meeting Gojo's gaze, you watched as he made a 'V' with his fingers, sliding his tongue between them and flicking it at you. You turned your head to the ceiling, fearing your eyes would be honed in on the action and you'd fold.

You stared at the ceiling, wondering what you were really putting yourself into with this new bet. It was another moment to think about your next moves, your heart settling from talking to Kento and witnessing Gojo in the same room.

You steadied your thoughts, righting your head before following slowly behind the three men to learn more of the situation.

When you rejoined the headmaster and two men, you stood close behind Yaga as Yuji, Nobara and Megumi introduced themselves to Nanami.

You kept quiet, following the headmaster close behind as your personal guard though you were a teacher yourself. Less powerful than Gojo but worthy to learn from, as Yaga previously mentioned.

Arms crossed, you stood off to be in the know of the situation. You felt detached enough from the interaction itself, but close enough to be involved.

"So, when will you show me your technique?" Gojo asked, taking the space on the wall next to you.

You scoffed, straightening up from him. "You've seen it before."

"Yeah, when we were younger," he explained, leaning over your shoulder.

His hand planted itself against your thigh, and you acknowledged it with a soft breath. "But since then, I've been saving your ass. Why not show me?"

You focused harder over Yaga's shoulder, surprised the diligent headmaster wasn't aware of Gojo no longer front and center.

"Like you said, when the situation shows itself." You said, tightening your arms before your chest.

Gojo's hand slid up your leg, just under the hem of your skirt. You swatted a hand out to scold him, though he ducked his face into your neck to stifle his laugh.

"That's cute, really."

"I told you, no public displays," you scolded softly, grabbing his hand to pry it from your leg.

"Technically, we're private enough. My students can't see you, Kento is oblivious..."

"Satoru," you said, as calm as you could. "I will take this as your forfeit."

"Nu-uh," Satoru teased, his hand resuming under your skirt.

You were emboldened by his touch, channeling your racing heart to focus on Kento. Gojo's hand crept up to your hip, his middle finger lining under your panty line.

This time, you felt the heat in your body accumulate in the palm of your hand and you swatted Gojo's fingers away; your hand enveloped in a soft white glow with the heat of a meteor slammed over Gojo's and he winced at the sheer force.

Retreating his hand, you waved your white glowing hand at him flippantly. "Don't be a pest in front of your students."

After meeting with the first-years, Kento called it a day. Gojo had mentioned to him about working with Yuji in an off-campus study and you stood patiently for your moment to speak.

"If you decide to send Yuji, why not accompany him for the day?" Kento's attention and question shifted from Gojo to you.

You raised your brows, not looking over your shoulder though Gojo did over to you. He grinned and turned back to Kento.

"I'm sure she'd love to see you in action. Show her how it's done, Nanami."

Nanami ignored Gojo, only focusing on you and your answer. You managed a nod.

"I wouldn't mind chaperoning Yuji to the city."

Kento's lips made the minute angle to smile as he straightened his suit jacket. With that, he reset his straight face and started in the direction of the door. Gojo followed after him, opening and closing the door after his friend.

Your heard his boisterous voice, him laughing while Kento's voice was measured and monotonous. Minutes passed and you made your way to the kitchen to make dinner.

Turning in that direction, Gojo ran back through the front door and curled his arm around your waist. "I've got your back. Talked you up to Nanami."

You hid a roll of your eyes, feeling Satoru's hand breeze down to cup your ass. "Gee, thanks."

Your hand found the side of Satoru's face, shoving his close face away from you. Still, he wasn't deterred with his fingers teasing under the hem of your skirt.

"Until then, I'll keep you warm," he said, grinning and leaning back into you.

His breath wafted down your neck, his forehead gently brushed against your temple. Gojo's glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, his free hand going for the tie of your shirt.

"Why don't we go relax in your room?"

"Are you going to be my friend during this or are you just trying to win?"

Satoru chuckled, squeezing you tighter into his side. "Of course I am. After I win, we'll all go back to normal."

You smirked, though his words struck your feelings. Every instance you had of ever wanting to kiss Gojo, to fall in love with him was hacked to a half-life by his words.

You weren't sure what you wanted if he won. Shaking your head, you were reminded that you wouldn't let Satoru win. You had willpower to not give in to his boyish charm, especially since he was doing it because he was bored of Utahime.

"You're not going to win," you sang, breaking away from Gojo to break for the kitchen.

Gojo teasingly chased after you, tugging at the flurry of your skirt when you were finally stopped at the counter to grab a pot. "Wanna bet?" he chuckled.

He playfully bumped into you, his body pressing you against the counter as his hand braced your shoulder. You froze in his space, carefully grabbing your pot and turning on the water.

Satoru was close behind you as you attempted to boil water, his hands on your shoulders sliding down your back before bracing your waist.

"I'll make it worth your while," Gojo purred, his hands circling around you.

"Nice try," you said in a breath, raising on your toes to search the cabinets.

You felt Satoru's hands brace your stomach, his fingers catching on the untuck of your shirt before sliding his warm hand against your bare skin.

His fingers tickled along your sternum, watching you struggle to grab your ramen. When you relaxed, his fingers remained, trailing to touch the meet of your bra to your ribs. You shakily exhaled, your hand clasping over your shirt to stop Satoru's fingers from traveling further.

"Go sit and I'll fix you dinner too," you tried, attempting to reverse Gojo's fingers out of your shirt.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, his body pressing a touch firmer to yours. You felt a ridge of him fitted just against the curve of your ass, warm yet mostly benign. Your eyes tried to focus before you, feeling your pussy throb at the welcome closeness.

"I'll take you out to eat, my treat," Gojo whispered against your ear.

You stiffened your neck, rolling your head away from his warm breath. "In exchange for your win, hmm?"

Satoru pulled you into him, his fingers sliding over your bra to line the inside of your cup. "That's too easy. It's up to you..." He turned into your neck to draw his lips against your skin. "to treat me to dessert after. I'd love to taste your pussy."

You grit instantly, realizing you were getting too comfortable in Gojo's hold. Peeling out of his long arms, you dropped the pan into the sink and shut off the water. You paused at the refrigerator, turning around to face Satoru.

"Dinner, fine. But the only dessert you're getting is dango."

Gojo smirked mischievously, his eyes darting to take all of you in. He straightened up, folding a hand in his pocket. "Deal."

Satoru held a takoyaki on a skewer out for you to eat. It hung unevenly and you had to duck down to capture the octopus ball in your mouth.

Gojo smiled at you, holding the food trough while he folded his hand over his mouth to laugh. You chewed at hot fried ball, standing up while you blew out the hot air from your mouth.

"Good, right?" Satoru asked as you finally muscled down the molten pieces of octopus.

You nodded after a few seconds; your tongue was burnt in places but from the seasoned dough, you were impressed. Better than your kabob skewers which you ate with no enthusiasm.

"Leave it to you to cheap out on a date," you teased, opting to drink your soda to soothe your mouth.

"First date," Gojo corrected, stabbing a takoyaki and popping it into his mouth. "Gotta see if you're worth a second."

A warmth sprouted in your stomach, coiling around your spine ready to travel up. Still, you met his eyes and cut away. "How far have you gotten with Utahime?"

Gojo pursed his lips, his mouth full of takoyaki. "Not this far." He chewed, keeping your eyes. "Not yet anyways."

Every backhanded comment of his killed your interest in a millisecond; your stomach suddenly turned at the oil following the octopus ball.

You smacked your lips after your soda and started walking again down the bright night streets. "Guess you're trying out your best spots on me first?"

"Noo," Gojo drew out, following close behind you. "I'll take her to a whole different area."

You rolled your eyes at him, leaning over when he offered another octopus ball.

"But don't worry, I'll talk about you to her the whole time." He smiled as you bit off the fried dough from his toothpick; your eyes met and you pulled back to chew.

There it was again, the warmth now migrating up from your toes to not strike your heart cold again. You held your fingers before your mouth again, biting and breathing at the hot food.

The two of you kept walking, sharing food and soda, while admiring the open market stalls. After a few quips back and forth, you two tossed away your trash then started towards the train station.

While waiting at the platform, Gojo slid his arm around your waist and pulled you in. Nothing to try, just a friendly side-squeeze. You glanced up at him, noticed him already staring down at you.

In the silence, you smiled at him and he reciprocated; his eyes sparkled against the fluorescent lights and you were infatuated by their opulence.

"Tell me something," Satoru said finally, just as the train pulled into the station. "And be honest with me."

You readied yourself with another quip of Gojo's; rolling your shoulders back, you waited for his question to sting like everything else did.

"What's it about Nanamin that you like?"

Your smile dropped, seeing his do the same. You opened your mouth to explain, but was interrupted by the rush of crowd off of the train. Then you and Gojo were a part of the crowd in.

He kept you close to him, grabbing the overhead handrail while you still clung to his side. You were still silent, wanting to explain something of Nanami but unsure where it went.

"He's...straightforward. He knows what he wants, so he doesn't play...with people's feelings," you said, your voice trialing off.

You dropped your gaze from Satoru's, unsure of whether to continue. "He makes me feel heard, all the time."

Gojo said nothing else, his arm never leaving around you. As the crowd got thicker, he tightened his hold and kept quiet the whole ride back.

You readied for bed, undoing your outfit one piece at a time before replacing them with your pajamas. You undid your hair, brushed your teeth for bed and climbed into bed ready to let go of the day.

A knock on your door gave you pause, knowing it to only be one person. You called for him to come in, and Gojo slid open your door while dressed down in a black shirt and pajama pants.

He slid the door closed after him then shuffled across your room before climbing into bed next to you. You watched as he got comfortable against your headboard, tucking the pillow behind his head before nudging you in the knee.

Without a word, you shifted in the direction of him and sat up against the headboard. Reaching behind you, you grabbed your book and flipped it open to the last page you dog-eared.

It was as if the tension was never built; your feelings were once again stashed deep inside while you read aloud the latest book in a series that you'd gotten Gojo interested in.

He tucked the second pillow in his arms, cuddling it as he turned on his side to give you his full attention. Though you wouldn't mention it, Satoru looked good in your bed.

In a breath, he placed his hand in the middle of your book and pulled it down to look at you. You waited, staring blankly at him in the dim nightlight of your room.

Satoru pushed himself up on his elbow and leaned forward slowly; it was slow enough to not feel invaded, as if you were doing it yourself. His lips braced yours, pulling a soft sigh from you.

You didn't lean forward, only stayed in place for his hand to touch the nape of your neck. He kissed you with such gentility, you almost felt that you were dreaming.

Before you could even get caught up in the embrace of your friend, you rested a hand to Satoru's shoulder and broke away from him. It only confused you further.

"Good night, Satoru," you said after a moment of silence.

Undeterred, Satoru sat up and pat your bare thigh. "Goodnight. See you in the morning."

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don't worry, i'm working a part two soon. hopefully the feedback to this will warrant it

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