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burekforsatoru · 5 days ago

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sebastian (stardew valley)/ghost f reader | read it on ao3 you're sick of being summoned and of your ghostly figure being expelled back into nothingness as soon as you're perceived. it's exhausting, draining you for decades. that is until you come across a person that doesn't seem to give a fuck that you're dead. wc: 9.7k tags: past murder, past mr qi/reader, referencing suicidal thoughts, eventual smut, drowning (who's surprised) 𓇼 ⋆.˚ masterlist

there it is again.

that tugging sensation behind your navel. like a fishing hook or a threaded needle is stuck in your body, like an excited child pulled at a rope to open a bag filled with toys, you have no choice but to float after it. it’s become normal by now, being summoned. never lasting long, the summoner sends you back as soon as they realize their mistake, throwing the amulet into the wall as they scream and run away. you sigh, accepting your fate and once more relax as the thread carries you forward.

your destination is close, you can feel the presence of the amulet, that dark crystal made into a pendant that used to hang around your neck, the pendant that dragged you down under the lake as you fought for your last breaths while they laughed above the surface. right before you closed your eyes one final time and felt your lungs collapse. now it’s almost like you feel the absence of the crystal against your skin, being dragged towards it by a string of… fate? curse? who’s to say, whatever it is, it’s getting old now.

twenty years of hearing people scream when your ghostly form appeared, twenty years of seeing them run, seeing the panic in their eyes as you only appeared… after years of crying silvery tears into the material of your white, grass-stained dress, wiping your pale white cheeks into it as you dissipate into the air once more, into nothing, like nothing happened, you’re almost completely over it.

the thread is taking you to pelican town again. you grit your teeth, of course, the moment you resign yourself to fate, it comes to smack you on the ass and send you to the place where it all started in the first place. steeling yourself for what may happen, for how much emotion this place might awaken, you glide towards a nice looking house, down into the ground through the walls of the basement.

it’s there. in the hands of a dark-haired man who flipped the crystal along his knuckles as if it’s a simple toy, a fidgeting instrument instead of a cursed item tied to the essence of your soul. you pass through his wall silently, already counting down the seconds until he looks up, sees you, and runs away, throwing the amulet onto the ground as he goes. but his head only lifts to see you floating a few inches from the ground. he doesn’t move, only tilts his head to the side slightly. you’re not used to being observed this way, haven’t been for twenty years. he squints a little, focusing on your faint form, blurry around the edges. but he doesn’t scream. he doesn’t open his mouth as you slowly glide towards him, your white dress floating behind you even with no wind. this is new, this is… unprecedented. you almost feel the need to fix your hair or pull the hem of your dress down. being perceived so calmly, being looked at… it would be enough to make you blush.

“who are you?” the feeling of your voice scraping the inside of your throat makes you wince a little.

“who am i? you showed up in my room. i should be the one asking you.” his voice is pleasant, not at all what you’ve got used to when the first shriek would start, sending a chill down your form as you would start dissolving.

“i think i have the right to know who’s summoning me, don’t you think?” you cross your arms at his cheeky tone, like a ghost appearing in his bedroom is a slight inconvenience at most.

“summoning you? i don’t even know your name.”

but once he says it, you realize you don’t know it either. it’s like your own name is just out of grasp and no matter how much you may flail your barely visible hands, you can never reach it.

“i… don’t know either.” if you could feel physical pain, if there was anything to feel it on, you’re certain it would hurt like a bitch. but emotional distress? it’s your breakfast, lunch, and dinner. “i can’t remember.” your brows furrow and he sighs, disappointed.

“yeah,” he scoffs, “okay. i’m sebastian.” he flips the crystal in his hands again, playing with it right in front of your eyes. he must catch your gaze following its every move, because he pauses and lifts it up. “it’s pretty, right?”

with a slow nod, you agree. of course it’s pretty. a dark purple crystal that turns transparent in sunlight. it’s got some sort of symbol engraved in gold and a leather strap pulled through a loop making it into a necklace. it looks almost brand-new, just like on the day when it was so lovingly placed around your neck by those nimble blue fingers, promising eternal love and happiness as he twirled you in the grass. your dress was all white then, perfectly bright for your own version of the flower dance, the one under the bright moon looking down at you, reaching through his dark blue hair as you danced. a mere year before you repeated the dance. before he twirled you again, only this time when he was supposed to dip you and kiss your rosy face, he pushed you into the lake. he let you struggle as others came closer, but no one reached out to help. they just watched as the crystal pulled you down, down, to the bottom while the air bubbles grew smaller and further between. until they stopped. until you stopped.

“yeah. pretty, where did you get it?” your feet still don’t touch the ground, but you try to feel the smooth wood of his desk under your fingertips, cursing yourself for believing it would work.

“the fair.” he flips the pendant again, catches it, and carefully places it on the desk. “some guy sold a bunch of crystals and cool occult stuff, this one was fairly cheap.”

fairly cheap. you grit your teeth, but it doesn’t make a sound. it used to be your prized possession, a token of love, a curse, a death sentence. now it’s just a cheap, pretty trinket bound to your soul, useful only to keep summoning you until you either fully disappear or lose your mind, whichever comes first.

“just…” you inhale deeply, about to make a request that you never had the chance to ask for, “... don’t drop it.” he lifts his eyes off the purple pendant on the desk before him, as if seeing you for the first time since you appeared in his bedroom. he looks down at the space between your dangling feet and the firm surface of his floor.

“you always float like that?” it’s almost offensive how he’s seeing your ghostly presence as more of an interesting occurrence than a freak incident.

“yeah.” you answer after a moment, still trying to will your immaterial fingers to at least tap the wood. what you wouldn’t give for even a splinter in your skin. “though i haven’t been in one place for this long before.”

“right.” sebastian is staring like he’s reading you, like your white dress is made out of the most interesting pages of a book.

his bedroom is… interesting, you think. there are posters stuck to walls, a few framed photos of a group that seems to be his friends. the shelves are full of books, comics, trinkets that look like figurines from some fantasy world. it’s loud, his personality shouts from every corner through music instruments, a pile of stacked vinyl records, the moody wallpaper, seeing him sit in his chair so casually while a literal ghost hovers over his rug… it makes sense. it may have been a while since you talked to anyone, but the way he looks at you with those droopy eyes, all moody with his eyebrows set into a permanent frown, his attitude matches the aesthetic of the bedroom.

“why aren’t you scared?” you prompt him, tilting your head to the side like a curious puppy.

“of what, of you?” he all but scoffs at the idea. you frown, but being so pale, still so see-through, it barely registers. “why?” his question almost seems normal. why would he be afraid of a ghost? well, maybe because he’s human? maybe because ghosts are an unknown being, an apparition not everyone even believes in, something eerie, magical and ominous at the same time. just like all the others before him thought. right before their shrill shrieks ripped through your being, sending you away, back from whence you came. you’ve got used to the fear and the banishing, but sebastian here is taking this maybe a little too well.

“because i’m a ghost? because i literally showed up walking through your wall? why are you acting like i’m– like this is normal?” there is exasperation in your voice you don’t mean to reveal. it shouldn’t be getting to you so much, shouldn’t be bothering you that there’s someone out there who might not run away at the briefest trace of goosebumps crawling up their arms. it shouldn’t give you hope. hope and anticipation, because what will be the line he won’t be able to cross? how comfortable will you get before he realizes it’s unnatural, it’s abnormal for you to be there, and he throws the pendant into the floor. maybe even smashing it, taking away any chance of you coming back. because no matter how much it hurts coming back only to disappear within seconds, thinking about an eternity without it hurts more.

“and? are you here to hurt me?” he raises a brow, picking up that damn pendant once more to fidget with it while he twists a black ring on his thumb.

“well… no, but i might be lying.” you swipe your hand over his desk again, as if trying to feel something, anything, trying to see if anything is real.

“well then, i’m pretty sure i could defend myself against a being that can’t even touch wood.” he sees you wince at his words, and the self-satisfied smirk on his face drops. “shit… sorry.”

you shake your head, pulling hands from the flat surface and forcing them to stay against your lap. sebastian stretches to scratch the back of his head awkwardly, groaning a little once he realizes his mistake. “sorry… that was a shit thing to say,” he starts, but you’re already turning away, floating to his bookshelf to try and swipe a finger through a thin layer of dust, almost instinctively, “what i meant was… i think you would’ve hurt me already. if you wanted to, that is.” he turns in his chair and gets up. the few steps he takes to reach you echo against the wooden floor where it’s not covered by a rug. it almost mocks you. must be nice, being able to walk, to touch a surface, to sit, get up, stand, reach out, and grab one of the books from the shelf.

“you don’t have to try and get on my good side.” you murmur, pushing your finger through the full wood of the shelving unit, almost as if trying to see how far into it you can get before the universe admits it’s just pranking you, apologizes, and gives you your body back. “it’s like you said. i can’t do anything to you.” at least you assume so. you can’t stand or touch, but you haven’t tried it all. you haven’t had the time to test out the limitations of your state, and now that you can, you chicken out of even attempting to take the book from his hand.

“okay. well i’m going to do it just because it’s a decent thing to do then.” sebastian looks right at you then, not through you. the lamp on his bedside table illuminates you in gold, making you look a little more vibrant as you stand closer to it. and it looks like he can see it, like he can tell the shape of your mouth under this light. there’s no color yet, but he could imagine it. he can see the outline of your eyes, the length of your lashes framing them. and he is looking. taking a moment to remember the shape of your ghostly nose before looking down at the book he picked up.

the beginner’s guide for the recently deceased.

he quickly puts it away.

“why weren’t you in one place for long then?” he leans against the shelf, narrowing his eyes in curiosity.

“because they get scared,” you sigh, it’s still painful, no matter how many times it’s happened, no matter how many places you’ve glimpsed, “and then maybe that pendant is dropped, i don’t know.” there’s a habit you’re now realizing has stayed with you from your life. you try to touch your own fingertips with your thumb, as if anxiously playing an invisible piano on your fingers.

“does it bother you?” he softens his voice. “that you just get… pulled out like that?”

“more than i care to admit.” breathing is just a reflex, taking deep breaths hasn't served you a purpose in just over twenty years, but somehow your brain feels it might be necessary. so you puff up your chest and release the air through your parted lips. “it's weird. it's… like there are only a few seconds of this cursed existence that i can remember, but at the same time i feel every year that's passed.” once again, you turn your back on him, floating to the desk again. there's a comfortable looking couch there, a kind you'd probably be tempted to lie down on if you could. it's inviting, like changing the perspective of your vision might help you put the pieces of this grand, complicated puzzle together. “i wish i could understand it better, i wish i could–” you bump into the arm of his couch, making you nearly curse as you float slightly away, “wish i could just be visible for once. perceived, noticed… as myself, not as a fucking ghost.”

and you've grown sick of the word. it has been screamed at you too many times to count. it's been thrown in your face, almost spat out with panic and with something close to disgust. you hate it, but it's true. you have no choice but to accept it, even if it hurts. even if your face will never stay remembered, even if you won't turn heads anymore. even if your hand won't be held or your hair played with or your waist gripped so tightly that you feel the indents of their fingertips in your flesh. with another pretend deep breath, you start the motion of touching your fingertips again, playing the keys of your own hand.

“i know what you mean.” his voice breaks through the screams you let out in your own head, poking a hole through them as it demands to be heard.

“you do?” with a dose of incredulity, you pick up your gaze and look at him, still somewhat casually leaning on that shelf even though with every second you realize that it's all a practiced front. that he's so far from relaxed, so on edge that it's easier talking to someone dead than anyone else.

“i don't… oh fuck this is embarrassing.” sebastian pinches the bridge of his nose and takes a few moments, looking like he's about to rip his skin off and not just share something personal. “i don't usually get along with people. yeah, don't look too shocked at that.” he exhales a laugh, turning to face you. “and even though i'm here in the flesh, i don't depend on something to keep me visible, i’m still nothing. i'm sick of it, but i can't move past the fact that it's so easy pretending i don't exist. my stepdad does it, most people in this fucking town do it, sometimes i think my own mother forgets she has an entire son down here.”

you blink a few times, slowly coming to understand his attitude, noticing the connecting thread between him and you. a desire to be seen for who you are. a want for closeness, for understanding. a loneliness embedded in your bones that calls to him and the cracks in his cockiness that pull you in.

“i’m–” you pause, stopping yourself before you can say you’re sorry. it’s clear he doesn’t want sympathy, pity or empty words that anyone could say. “they sound like they suck.” you hope that people still say suck.

“yeah… it’s a little sad that this is the most meaningful conversation i’ve had in months.” he looks up from the edge of the rug, flashing that self-satisfied smirk tugging the corner of his lips once more. “no offence.”

it catches you off-guard, how easy the smirk is back on his face, how the front is almost pulled all the way over him so quickly. but it also makes you crack a laugh, the light jab in his words just the perfect amount of humor for you. hearing you laugh seems to make him relax a little, though. and this time for real. his shoulders aren’t as tense, he even stops turning the black ring on his thumb.

“none taken. i think.” sebastian steps a little closer, narrowing his eyes for a moment as if noticing something interesting on you, but soon he lowers his gaze.

“can i ask you something?” he starts, sitting on the couch once he reaches it, looking up at you with curious eyes.

“can i stop you?” you smile, floating to the side, making it easier to face him.

“guess not. where do you go when you… you know,” he makes a vague movement with his hand, “leave?”

you let out a groan. it’s such a normal question, one that seems only logical to be interested in, but another one you don’t know the answer to.

“fuck… you really know how to ask the most annoying things, huh?” you chuckle and shake your head, reaching over to the desk and tracing a few scratches on its surface, keeping your finger an inch above it as if to pretend you could touch it if you wanted to. “i don’t know. seriously, i have no clue. it just feels… empty. like i’m there and not at the same time, it’s not even dark, it’s nothing, no time passes, and yet i can feel it go by as it taunts and tortures me.”

a sigh you let out is the accumulation of sadness and hopelessness you’ve felt ever since that day at the lake. ever since the moment when you realized that your love was a farce, that his words had meant nothing, that you had meant nothing to him, despite the flowery words and the gifts and the whispers deep into the nights that you spent with him. ever since he let you die. sebastian looks away for a moment, as if the sound that came from you is something too private for him to witness, but when his gaze returns, those dark eyes sparkle.

they look like deep, dark water that’s inviting you to dive in, like the answers to everything are in the centers of his pupils so far down that it might be worth the fall. he looks a little different, wears a different defiance on his face. where once was almost resignation at being tossed aside and forgotten, now he looks at you with a desire to be seen.

“must be rough,” his voice is lower than before, he's so close, so close he doesn't have to speak louder than a whisper, “tasting the air only to be pushed back into that box of nothingness again.”

“honestly? sort of used to that by now…” you shrug. it still hurts, still makes you want to grip the hem of white, grass-stained dress and run away from the thread that pulls you back, into the nothingness where all you have are your own thoughts echoing in the void, echoing and beating you into submission, trying to break you. but you can’t outrun it, it’s tied to your very essence, and the only thing that saves you from it sits on sebastian’s desk. cold and unmoving, as physical as you’ll never be again, reflecting the light from his desk lamp.

“liar.” he calls you out, so sure of his words that even your scoff doesn’t sway him.

“how would you know? you got any experience being dead?” you wish so hard, wish you could just stomp your foot and throw a tantrum. you wish you could knock that stupid lamp off the desk, make it smash into a hundred pieces. you wish you could slam the door shut and crawl under a blanket, feel the comfort of something you’d taken for granted before you died, something you wished you could feel one more time.

“no but i wished it more times than i could remember.” his fists close tightly, making you look down and lower your guard slightly. a wish for death, yeah, you could imagine it. you felt it in that moment as the pressure of the lake squeezed your lungs, you wished you could just end it all already, wished you could erase the sneering faces gathered at the edge watching you struggle to keep the thread of life around you, but ultimately lose the fight. you wished it was over sooner, but he wouldn’t let you get off easy, the sadistic bastard.

“why?” you shake your head, moving to the edge of the couch where he’s sitting when you feel the overwhelming need to reach out and touch him. you want to put your hand on his shoulder, to make him feel that someone might be out here that sees him. someone that sees through his stupid front, sees the soft heart inside. his body heat radiates so much you can feel it. it’s like a magnet for your hand, and it shoots out before you can stop it. there’s a faint humming in between you, a field of power that you can’t touch, and so with great disappointment and embarrassment at thinking you could finally achieve something, you lower your hand, closing it into a fist.

“to escape. i know it sounds ungrateful. i’m alive and you’re not. i can choose what to do and you can’t. but i feel like my life isn’t mine. i feel like someone else was supposed to get it, but i got lucky instead.” he curses, gripping the edge of the couch so hard that his knuckles turn white and you swear you see a small tear drop down onto his knee. “i’m so sorry, in the bigger picture it’s such a stupid complaint, but i feel like nobody would even care if i died.” he looks up, those dark eyes glossy, so shiny you can see your white reflection in them clear as day.

“oh…” you softly whisper, lowering your voice as you see the pain in his eyes. “i’m…” you’re not saying sorry, he doesn’t need that, he needs to be seen, needs to be accepted. “i know it won’t mean much, coming from me, but there’s more to enjoy in life than you think.” you glide away, reaching his wall and looking at the band posters taped to the surface. “something simple like this, don’t you think it would be nice seeing them in person, hearing their music go through your entire body?” you smile a little, remembering what it felt like, standing in the field with people singing all around you, music vibrating from your head to your toes.

“they’re all dead.” he responds coldly, but there’s a tiny shade of smile on his lips.

“fuck, seriously?” you groan, feeling what would be anger or even disappointment when you hear him chuckle.

“yeah, seriously. but honestly,” he stands up, making the distance between you smaller as he walks over to stand next to you, “it is nice feeling the music in your body. feels… alive i guess, however corny that sounds.” his head lowers slightly, and you can tell he’s looking at the curve of your lips. you feel the weight of his eyes, the intensity of his thoughts, the warmth of his body. “do you feel… different?” he whispers, and his voice vibrates through your form.

looking up at him, you feel the light buzzing in the air, and the floor under your feet. floor. you gasp, looking down immediately.

“what the–” your feet are still somewhat transparent, but not floating anymore. there’s a slight blue hue on the surface of your toes, the nail polish you always wore contrasting with the pale white of your form. pale white that is slightly less so. stunned, you feel at a loss for words. your toes wiggle on the sturdy hardwood floor to make sure it’s real. you exhale an attempt at a laugh, too shocked to care if you sound like a wheezing corpse or not. there’s just too much going through your head to care. tentatively, you reach out and brush your finger over the surface of that beautiful desk. not much happens, to your disappointment, but there’s a tiny bit of resistance you feel as your ghostly finger glides over the wood. not much, but something. you dare keep a sliver of hope in your eyes, a crumb of something you’d call yourself a fool for cradling in your soul. a fool. a chump that is risking the biggest heartbreak since her death. but despite the part of you sneering at any sort of wish for a better eternity, you don’t let go of it. looking up at sebastian’s face, at his eyes wide and lips parted in surprise mirroring yours, you manage a smile. a genuine one this time, so when you brave a step to the side to finally face him, he can’t help but do the same.

“holy shit…” he laughs incredulously, taking the words right out of your mouth, “you’re… you’re standing!”

“my thoughts precisely,” you look down at your feet again, amazed at something as simple as standing firm on the floor. testing yourself, you lift one foot up and bring it back down, stomping to hear a faint thud that is like music to your ears. lifting yourself up on your toes and standing on your full feet, once more, again, swinging your body back and forth, hands following the movements almost whimsically. sebastian chuckles quietly at the sight, a dead girl smiling her dead ghostly smile, looking so endearing while swaying on her feet and giggling to herself, jumping to see if she can still float, but each time her feet leave the floor, they come back down with a soft thud.

thud.

his hand closes into a fist before reaching up to scratch the back of his head, thinking you haven’t noticed, but you have. stopping your motions, now looking down at your hands to see if anything is different, you sigh with relief. things are happening, things are changing, maybe you’ll be able to avoid going back into nothing now that you can touch–

“that’s never happened before?” he can’t stop smiling, and you can tell he tries, but those stubborn corners of his lips stay up, the traitors.

you shake your head, rolling your eyes. so bold now, like you own the ground you walk on, you click your tongue at him like he should know better than to ask this.

“never had the chance, did i, smarty-pants?” you laugh, still a little out of breath as you flip your hands to examine them, like seeing them for the first time in your afterlife.

“okay yeah, sorry.” he steps back, giving you space to do your acrobatics if you so desire. “sorry… i’m just… wow,” his hand brushes the strands of his fringe aside, letting you catch a glimpse of the side of his face it usually hides, “first time meeting a ghost and all, cut a guy some slack.” crossing his arms, he pinches his bottom lip with his thumb and index finger, as if deep in thought as he observes you twirl in the corner of his bedroom. “so are you, like, a poltergeist now?”

“wha– i don’t know…” you frown, but it doesn’t stick, as soon as your hand touches the wall beside you, well, hovers over it while sensing resistance from the surface, your smile widens. “i don’t know and… right now i don’t care. i didn’t think i’d–”

you’re cut off as sebastian steps forward again, standing so close to you. if you had lungs, your breath would hitch, but you stop nonetheless, a creature of habit even after your life fizzled out.

“incredible…” he speaks so low you think you might have imagined it, “how does it feel?”

“i–” you turn to face him, looking up at him, now tilting your head a little higher since your feet are flat on the floor, “i don’t know, weird?” the hem of your dress tickles your knees now, you’re aware of the slightly torn up and grass stained fabric as it hangs from your body. you feel the cold in the air around you, the slight tickle it leaves on your form, almost goosebumps on your arms.

“weird?” he echoes, lowering his voice like he’s pondering your words. “how is this happening…” sebastian trails off, not lifting his eyes off you.

“no idea,” you feel it more and more, the longer you talk, the longer his gaze weighs on you, the heat inside your being grows, “but i feel like i–” you turn your head to the side and stand in the ray of golden sun that spills through the tiny window high up on the wall of his bedroom. instead of passing through you completely, it only slightly pierces the top of your head. you nearly choke on your laughter when you see a shadow in the shape of you.

a shadow, tracing the sides of your head, the curve of your shoulders projected on the solid desk. you wonder if this is what you could’ve had all those times that you appeared for all of two seconds before being thrown back and rejected, before the shrieks rang through your soul and sent you into the void to hang in between the worlds. it’s back… the hope that clung to your smile when you were alive, the joy that used to make your heart jump, the laughter that echoed in the forest whenever you'd venture in there with your friends. it returns more powerful than before, fueled by spite and the pain of knowing what it was that you lost. so young, so damn young and dreaming of a world bigger than yourself. your thumb starts touching over each of your fingertips again, almost creating a melody of this moment to follow along your exhilaration.

“music,” sebastian whispers, looking down at where you play the gentle melody that only exists in your soul. you nod, lifting your hand, laying it palm down and going through the motions again. it feels like childhood, like the glittering dust in the sun that rose above the piano in your living room, like the stern teacher’s voice that you heard every time you messed up the tempo, all the way until you did it perfectly. until you got it perfect every time and he patted you on the back instead of clicking his tongue. until you grinned like a damn fool, just like now.

“you play?” lifting your gaze up to him, you see his hand mimicking your movements, a few times over until he turns around and walks over to the synthesizer in the corner of his room. hunched over, he doesn't sit, just caresses the keys with his long fingers a few times, settling on a place and presses down. he repeats the movements you did, making the air feel alive with the tune. you walk over, giddy at the feeling of the wooden floor under your feet, until you stand next to him, taking in the scent of his skin in your nose. there are so many sensations you can feel now, you feel the tickle of the slight breeze coming through the window, the light on your face, making you slightly squint your eyes. your hand finds his, and he stills.

warmth.

warmth of his skin against your palm. warmth of his breath as he turns his head to the side. warmth of your own existence under the sun.

his pale face betrays a slight hint of pink, spreading up to the tips of his ears as he looks into your rapidly clearing eyes. he can see the shape of them now, and himself reflected in the darkness of your pupil. you're so close he can count your eyelashes, he can finally trace the shape of your lips with his gaze. you feel the weight of it, the intensity of his attention, burning into your cheeks, seeing the essence of your being.

you press down onto the keyboard, leading his fingers where they need to go. the tempo is perfect, you smile a little wider just knowing that it's the one thing your old teacher wouldn't be able to disapprove of you for. you add the other hand, the richness of your melody almost making your right hand tingle with the increased warmth you feel from him. closing your eyes, you imagine dancing again. you imagine the grass under your feet, your dress once again white and bright, the flowers above your brow a pale purple, carrying the scent of spring, filling your lungs with life after a long winter. it’s so vivid you can almost feel the soft ground as you dance. but the only thing dancing are your fingers, gliding across the keys with sebastian’s until he stops and you take over, feeling the smoothness under your fingertips.

it’s solid.

solid like the door of your house that greeted you every evening after a sweet rendezvous, the seat you’d take at the table, the sturdy walls that protected you from harm. it’s comforting, but absolutely wild to feel something solid at this point. you could cry, you could choke on the salt of your tears in this moment as you continue playing, pressing the keys passionately, loving them with your entire heart as you sob, feeling the first tear roll down your warming cheek and fall onto the white key.

the music stops.

you lift your head and brush a few more tears from the corner of your eye, looking at them in the sun for a moment before popping the thumb into your mouth. your tongue darts over the pad of your finger, collecting the saltiness of the drops and craving more. they’re yours. nobody else’s. emboldened by your gaze that searches for sebastian’s eyes again, he holds your arm and gently turns you to face him. the perfect angle, he can see the shine in your hair. his fingers almost reverently touch your cheek, and as the soft skin warms under his touch, he smiles.

another gentle caress on your face, another soft breath from his lips, and he cups your cheek to tilt your head up. he looks at you like he’s known you his entire life. like he recognizes the shape of your soul and it speaks to him. like you’re what he’s been searching for while not knowing, like he’s been incomplete until you floated into his life, translucent and unassuming. losing the floor under your heels, you lift yourself up to your tip-toes, closing your eyes and taking the leap.

his lips are soft.

they taste like new beginnings. they part and take your bottom lip in between them like it’s what they’ve been hungry for all his life. his other hand quickly finds its place on your other cheek, savoring the feeling of them solid in his hands. he touches you so gently, but holds you close as if he’s scared of losing himself without you. his breath is stuck in between your throat and his, unsure if he should even attempt to breathe while he has you kissing him. sebastian’s body presses against yours, closing the distance rapidly before he pulls away from your lips. he watches as your eyelashes flutter open, so slowly as if worried that you’ll end the moment too soon. and everything is too soon, because it feels too good to be true. you don’t want to trust the feeling of his hands on your cheeks, the warmth of his breath on your lips, the closeness of his torso against your chest, because if you trust them and they fool you then you may as well just die all over again, newfound hope and all, disappearing into the wind.

“beautiful…” sebastian whispers, and you feel the words on the bridge of your nose. you lift your hands, finding a good place to rest on his sides, and relish the texture of his soft hoodie under your fingers. you grip it tightly, bunching up the fabric until you feel him gasp and your eyes fly open, looking up to see him watch you so carefully.

he leans in again, so quickly as his hands abandon the gentle hold on your face, sliding down your body like he’s making sure you’re really there, in the flesh, in this moment, fully you, tangible under his nimble digits. you’re practically vibrating, the scent of desire between you is raising the thrum of electricity in the air. you can still feel the music as his lips connect with yours, feel it in every inch of your body that finds the strength to move, to step forward in between his feet and mold yourself into him. tilting your head up, gliding your hands up into his hair, tugging on it gently, you’re testing out the limitations of reality. if you can do this, then what else is within your grasp?

a gentle hum from your lips passes into his, vibrating his bottom lip. it reverberates through his entire body, it moves him with so much need and rush that his hands drop lower, picking you up by the undersides of your thighs, and hold you up against him. after all this time, it’s so comforting to be held. to feel someone’s desire for you burn as they touch you. to feel them never get enough as their fingers try to leave marks in your skin. sebastian’s hands grip you so tightly, pressing into your thighs as your dress is lifted, bunched up around your hips. you’re giggling into the kiss, taken by surprise as he takes you to that dark couch and sits down, letting you settle on his lap.

with so many sensations, old and familiar, but completely new, you take a moment to hold his face in between your palms, pulling away from the kiss to just– look. there’s a soft pink tint flowing over his pale skin, the bridge of his nose bearing a few light freckles you can see now that you’re so damn close. it’s almost funny how he’s trying to keep his eyes closed, trying not to break the moment, trying to keep the image of your face so full of color in front of his eyes, fearing that he’ll open them again and you’ll be barely there, a shadow of your beauty, a memory, a ghost.

you use one finger to brush hair out of his face, tickling his nose with the end of it in the process. he scrunches it for a moment, making little creases appear on the bridge, looking too cute for their own good. you feel yourself drawn to them, your lips simply gravitate to his face, pressing a little kiss to those creases, making him sigh so sweetly.

pulling away again, you reluctantly leave the softness of his skin to once more take in his features. there’s blood rushing into your cheeks so loudly you can hear it pumping inside your head. how long has it been since you’ve kissed? do your lips still feel the same as they did back then? do they taste the same, like coffee and fruit you used to get from the store every morning? or do they taste like nothing now, poisoned by death and the lake that took you away…

sebastian inhales deeply and brings a hand to the back of your head, pulling you closer again, drowning in your lips, planting kiss after wet kiss onto them, gliding his tongue along the seam of your lips and taking every inch he can as you part them to let him in. you taste him, the familiar flavor of coffee fresh on his tongue, life bursting from his every pore as he needs you. to prove to him that life is worth living, to tell him that there is hope in the darker moments. and you give in, letting go of the shore to float in the wave that’s threatening to take you under, into his scent that fills your nostrils, that shows you there’s another side to death, to make you believe you can still feel like before. you don’t see blue anymore, when your lashes flutter open for a few brief moments, as if to make sure it’s not a trick. you don’t see the magical suit that shimmers in the dark, but pale skin and a comfortable hoodie that bears tiny holes where ash burned through the soft fabric. it’s dark, but the light in your heart is so bright. you squeeze your thighs together, getting used to feeling them again, getting used to the texture against your skin so rough, the seams of sebastian’s jeans digging into your soft flesh. he groans, sliding the hand from the back of your head down to grab your hips, pulling you against him firmly.

like a rumble of thunder in the distance, pleasure growls in the back of your throat. it shoots up your spine and shakes you to your very core. your cold toes curl against the slippery surface of the couch, but sebastian is quick. he lifts you up and makes quick work of his jeans, desperately trying to unbutton them before you can disappear on him, he lets out frustrated huffs, breathing out against your lips in between the tugs of his teeth on your bottom lip. your cold hands join his, the difference in temperature almost shocking, but he doesn’t let it sidetrack him. he needs you, needs to feel if you’re warm like he feels inside. needs to find the reason to keep going within you even if it’s the last thing he does. even if it ends him, he’s rushing to join you on the other side.

the unceremonious sound of his jeans landing on the floor would make you laugh if it wasn’t for the heat spreading through your entire body, reaching even your fingertips as they carefully tug his boxers off, synchronizing the movements of your hands with the ragged breaths that spill from his lips. you kiss them again, slowly this time to savor the taste of this living boy, giving you his everything for a chance to feel. there’s hardly any point in bunching up your dress again, but you do it just to make this action feel more familiar, to conserve any fragment of normalcy, to forget the fact that this should not even be possible. but you’re here, warm and soft like the day that you left this world. gentle and giving like in the life that you led, so damn pretty as you straddle sebastian’s lap and lean forward, resting your shaky hands on his shoulders for a moment, then sliding them down to grab the hem of that soft material and pull it off.

“so fucking pretty–” his whispered words are muffled by the hoodie, cut off by your heated kiss once you lay your eyes on his pale torso. if he speaks you have to listen, if you listen you start thinking, if you think… there’s no turning back once the memories start flooding, so you lower your hand, taking his hardened cock into it and swiping it along your soft folds until you’re ready to face the possibility that nothing can happen, until you’ve steeled yourself for the ultimate test of what this afterlife can give you… or take away from you.

sinking has never felt this good, the thought flashes through your mind. every vein on his cock makes its way into your warm cunt, sebastian throws his head back and lets out a high pitched groan. you see his adam’s apple bob up and down, so inviting that you have to attach your soft lips to it and kiss. a wet, sloppy kiss against his neck while you lower your hips down, until the plump flesh of your ass meets his thighs again, until he’s buried inside you so deeply that there’s no questioning if this is meant to be or not. if it wasn’t meant to be, would it feel so warm in your chest? if it wasn’t meant to be, would you feel the texture of his stomach under your fingertips? if it wasn’t meant to be, would his sweet moans be like honey in your ear?

you lean in, sitting on him like you’ve done this countless times before, tilting his head to look at you as his dark lashes slowly flutter open, revealing his glassy eyes, those slightly pink parted lips leaking your new favorite sounds, the gentle sighs he cannot hold inside. the sugary moans that you pick up with your lips and press against his again, like a royal stamp on hot wax, like a key to a lock.

his hands are shaking too, so overcome with sensations, itching to grab more of you, to toe the line with how far fate will let you go, playing chicken with the universe which can decide to take it all away from him. now, settled on your waist, gripping the tattered fabric of your once-white dress, he curses under his breath and lifts his hips up, pushing the tip of his cock against your soft, pliant walls as his eyes roll back.

“fuck…” sebastian groans, interrupting the pretty melody of your hips meeting in a gentle tap of skin against skin. your knees dig into the couch cushion, and you can still hardly believe this is happening, your knee isn’t simply passing through the soft, full material, but offering resistance. you can touch, press, push, feel the smooth surface under your palm while his body heat warms you and makes you lift your hips up only to bring them down again. his moan is like the most beautiful chord your fingers could ever produce against the smooth keys of the piano. it spurs you on, you need it repeated in your head over and over again until the end of time, until whatever is left in your soul is crumbling into dust and scattering with the winds across the endless world, across the waves of the universe where you could hear them again, at the center of a new world you’d create. the slow pace your hips move in is torturous, but you can’t speed up if you tried, landing on his lap is where you’re supposed to be, enveloping his cock with your cunt is what you didn’t even realize you were craving until he sank into your heat, until he became the only thing on your mind.

balancing yourself on his lean body, you keep the movements of your hips, the ones that have him rolling his eyes back and resting his head against the back of the couch. he’s melting into the cushion, completely under your spell, under your command as your wrists threaten to give out under you. kissing his jaw is the only thing your lips can do, hungrily possessing his skin trying not to let out so many desperate whimpers as you ride him slowly. you drag out the pace, savoring the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of your weeping pussy, gliding along your velvety warm walls as your mind spins.

has it always felt this good? you don’t remember ever feeling the sheer ecstasy that sebastian is bringing you. maybe it’s the fact that you’re overjoyed since you can finally feel again, since you’re touching him when it shouldn’t be possible. maybe it’s the fact that he’s draped so prettily over the couch and how he lets you bounce yourself on his cock just how you want to. maybe it’s the fact that he’s not the one that killed you, but in a way resurrected you, gave you a chance, gave you time. maybe it really was meant to be, maybe the fates were pushing you two together until something snapped and you could finally give in to each other.

whatever it is, you welcome it with open arms and head thrown back, moaning in pleasure into the air as sebastian’s hands desperately search for more of you, grip your waist tightly so his fingertips nearly poke holes in your tattered dress to reach your skin, and start moving you faster. like he’s awoken from a deep slumber, desperate and hungry, he pants as your thighs repeatedly meet his lap, your tight cunt swallowing everything he has to give you. your toes curl again, no longer cold but feeling the static travel through your body as he squeezes your waist tightly and dips his head down to plant messy, wet kisses along your exposed collar bones. so attentive, speeding up as soon as you start breathing quicker, as soon as you whimper out a syllable of his name, as soon as you start looking for a place for your hands. you need to grab more, you need to feel stability, so it’s only natural to lock them into his dark hair, tugging gently if only to hear the slight groan that slips from his mouth and vibrates against your throat.

oh how you want to bottle up that sound and keep it in a vial against your heart for eternity. he’s holding onto you like you’re the one who’s alive and keeping him tethered to you. he’s holding you like if he ever let go he’d be lost in the darkness like you have been. like if he lost contact with your skin he’d turn into a non corporeal apparition cursed to hang in between this world and the next. so he holds on, fingers almost cramping with the intensity of his grip on your waist as he pulls you against him, bounces your soft body on his aching, leaking cock that begs to be buried inside you if only for today, if only while you’ll have him.

he looks up at you from the drooling mess he’s made of your collar bones, the skin so glossy with his saliva and reddened from his teeth that marked you desperately. his eyes… his glassy, pleading eyes that almost have you lean down to kiss his pretty face, press little pecks of gratitude to his eyelids so gently, but he’s looking up at you and it’s clear from the gasp that dies in your throat that you’ve never seen something so beautiful in your existence. his devotion is painted so clearly in the dark pupils swallowing the irises of his widened eyes.

reverence so profound, now that he’s holding his own personal deity in his lap, fucking into you desperately, lifting his hips to meet you closer, to sink into you deeper, to make you do that thing you did when he first pushed his tip inside you and clenched around his worshiping cock. he needs it again, needs to feel the extent of pleasure he can bring you while trying to hold on. he needs to know he’s useful, wanted, that he matters, even if it’s just to make you roll your eyes back into your skull just like you’re doing just now. tugging on the dark strands of his hair, whimpering out syllables of his name, throwing your head back so he can see your throat bob as you swallow hard, groaning out while his cramping hands bring you down against him harder, stuffing you so full of his cock that he may as well be fusing with your body. the body that’s so warm to his touch now that he can finally feel you, the body that fits so perfectly against him that it has to be a joke played on him, to make him see someone so right for him and kill them before he had the chance to experience this utter bliss.

so now you two trick the fates, indulging in each other so sweetly as his hips lift from the couch, cock diving deep into you to hear you whine out for him again, the noise seducing him to fall harder for you than he could have ever imagined himself doing. pressing against that sweet spot that is like a button making you slip those honeyed sounds from your parted lips, the sounds that make him lower his head in a bow, breathing heavily against the swell of your breasts, moaning and struggling as he feels the tight coil of tension about to break on him.

you feel it, too, that tightness inside your abdomen threatening to make you spasm and shake. like a long build-up for the earthquake of the century, the magnitude of which would shake the ground under your bare feet, the ground that sebastian’s clothes lie on thrown away carelessly just to let you feel him. he must see it in your face, in the string of saliva that connects your lips, that he leans in to kiss as you moan into his mouth. he must see it in your eyelids that refuse to stay open, the lashes that flutter desperately like the wings of a dragonfly caught in a web, sweeping the tops of your flushed cheeks as you try to hold on to the sanity you still have left. he must see it in the squeeze of your soft thighs against him because he groans at the sensation, his panting becomes quicker, higher in pitch, the tempo uneven as he struggles.

“you’re…” he swallows, pulling his lips from yours albeit reluctantly, “so good i–”

you tug on his hair a little harder, dipping your head down to bite the pale skin of his neck just under his ear, dying to leave a mark behind, needing to see the definitive proof that you’re real and that he’s got you.

“please…” you whine, “please, please i need it…”

he can’t know what you mean, surely he can’t. but his hands leave your waist to hug around you, gliding against the small of your back before settling on the sides of your hips and gripping you more desperately, holding you closer than you’ve been held in your life. safe and secured against his relentless hips, now lifting to slot against you faster than ever, so resolute to have you until the very end, until the sun that’s on the horizon explodes inside both of you, he groans again, a frantic little noise that makes you go to the very source of it, sloppily kissing his bitten lips, already feeling the swell of that warmth about to consume you.

“i can’t–” you whine against his lips, murmuring in between the messy, wet kisses, “i’m so–”

it’s a supernova.

a blinding flash so bright that if your eyes weren’t closed already, you would’ve ended up blind. sebastian’s skin is hot to touch, and as your saccharine moans disappear and melt on his tongue, so his eager groans stick to your mouth. in an instant, in a moment so fragile, you feel your entire body shudder and your warm cunt contracts around him. he stutters, his hips so unyielding until then falter and it takes unprecedented strength to keep him going, but he doesn’t quit. he resumes the tempo, so perfect, so fitting as you suck him into your warmth, letting him spill his release into you. it unravels you, undoes your stitching, and reforms the atoms that make you. you cling to him like he’s the only constant in this world, and he clings to you because you just might be his salvation.

seconds, minutes, maybe even lifetimes pass while you sit on his bare lap like this, unwilling to move a single muscle for fear you’ll lose yourself, but he lifts his head up to look at you again. the sun is setting, there’s an orange ray that still goes through his window and lands on your cheek. sebastian smiles, letting go of your hips to lift a hand up and gently brush his finger over the patch of light that shines on you, barely holding a candle to the intensity of light that glows within you. you lean into the touch, seeking more as his palm turns to cup your cheek, soft gesture melting him as he looks into your slowly opening eyes. the other hand reaches to the side, to the soft blanket folded on the edge of the dark couch which he pulls over both of you, cocooning you into a safe little bubble.

“you’re still here.” he murmurs, smiling as you move your hands down to touch his body again, leaving the mess of his hair behind with little memories of your fingers interlocked in the dark strands.

“i’m still here.” you echo, voice sounding broken, but your heart finally feeling whole again.

“now what?” he asks, gently coaxing you to dip your head lower and place those gentle lips so needy for attention to his hungry ones.

you sigh, melting into him as you, for the first time in a long while, truly ask yourself… now what? now that you’re not floating back into the void, that you’re not screaming in silence to be let out, now that you’re… whatever you are in this moment. now that you can wonder what you could become…

“we’ll figure it out,” you speak softly, whispering against his lips with eyes blissfully closed, “one step at a time.”

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"valley reverie" - sebastian

summary: the timeline of sebastian and the farmer’s relationship based on canon dialogue

pairing: sdv sebastian x farmer

word count: 2.5K

a/n: this may be my magnum opus

The sun was beginning its descent behind the mountains when Sebastian emerged from the house for the first—and only—time that day.

He shot a glance to his mother and Demetrius, who were standing at the edge of their property, looking over the valley bathed in golden light. His mother sent a small smile back, followed by a pointed disappointed look at the carton of cigarettes held loosely in his hand. Demetruis didn’t acknowledge his existence.

Sebastian knew it was a nasty habit, but he spent most of his life with not much thought to the future—he was surprised he made it this far. Maybe his life would have been different if he had planned better; if he had considered for a moment that there was such a thing as life past sixteen, then eighteen, then twenty-one. He supposed he should start to consider a life past twenty-four, but quickly dropped the thought as he placed the cigarette between his lips and continued his stroll to the lake.

He saw it then, as his lighter sparked to life and helped the cigarette take eleven minutes off his.

Someone was sitting in his spot. A humanoid blob of denim focused intently on the bobber floating in the water.

He hesitated, then decided to keep moving—his trajectory now locked in past the stranger and across the rickety planks of wood to the smaller islands in the middle of the lake. His mother had been saying for years that she needed to build something more structurally sound, but had yet to get around to it.

As he got closer, he took in more of the scene. There was a muddy bucket next to the stranger, and he noticed a couple slimy carp flopping around inside. Whoever this was, they clearly didn’t have enough experience to catch the tricker creatures in the lake.

Just as he was about to slip past toward solitude, he locked eyes with the stranger. Their bored expression quickly turned to worry.

“Sorry, am I in your spot? Robin said it was okay for me to fish here.”

Recognition sparked in his brain—his mother had told him about the new resident of Pelican Town. The words she had used to describe them flashed behind his eyes: sweet, a little lost, cute. That last one was sent his way with an exaggerated wink and met with a scoff from him.

“Oh. You just moved in, right? Cool.”

The farmer didn’t respond, just looked on waiting for an answer to their question. Sebastian didn’t gratify them with a response, instead looking across the lake at the tree line and abandoned quarry.

“Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?”

The farmer scrunched up their mouth slightly, beginning to reel in their line. There was nothing but a limp worm dangling from the hook. Sebastian took note of the grieving look flashing on their face before it was gone in a blink.

“Better than where I was.”

Sebastian didn’t bother responding as the farmer heaved up the bucket—they were a lot stronger than they looked—and walked away without another word.

Robin smiled at the farmer with a wave and shouted goodnight before sending another disapproving look to her son.

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Sebastian heaved open the door of the house, exhausted from band practice. Sam was his best friend, and he enjoyed spending time with him more than he would admit, but the newest addition to the band was definitely a hindrance.

He didn’t dislike Abigail, and he couldn’t deny that she was a talented drummer, but he had been hoping for years that her little crush on him would fade away. He could only take so much of puppy dog eyes and over exaggerated laughter at his quips that definitely aren’t that funny.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts on how to shake off the purple-haired girl—more importantly, how to shake her off without actual confrontation—that he didn’t notice the farmer leaning against the shop counter until their voice pierced through. His mother was nowhere to be seen, so they had to have been talking to him.

“What? I didn't hear you...I'm busy thinking about something. What do you want?”

The farmer narrowed their eyes at him, leveling him with a glare. “You know, I get that you’d rather be listening to My Chemical Romance and jerking off to Nietzsche than interacting with a human being, but you really need to work on your people skills.”

Well, he hadn’t been expecting that.

He expected avoidance from the farmer, based on their first meeting and subsequent run-ins where they gave him a nod of acknowledgement before going back to acting like he didn’t exist.

He realized that the farmer wasn’t as timid and one-dimensional as he let himself think.

The moment was saved by Robin entering the shop room and dropping a workbench on the floor with a heavy thud. “You’ll make better use of this than I have lately—it’s pretty old,” she looked up from the dusty bench, noticing her son frozen in the doorway, “oh, hi Sebby.”

“Sebby?” the farmer questioned with a smirk.

Sebastian rolled his eyes, brushing past his mother to get to his lair.

“Sorry about him,” he heard his mother as he descended the stairs.

“It’s fine,” the farmer laughed, “he’s cool.”

He couldn’t help the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. _________________________________________

Sebastian looked down at the frozen tear in his hand with a neutral expression on his face, though his heart was quickening its pace.

“Gunther told me it’s fabled to be the frozen tears of a yeti.”

He met the farmer’s grin with one of his own, “I really love this. How did you know?”

They shrugged, “Seemed like some emo shit you’d be into.”

A breathy laugh escaped him before he could stop it. “Well…thanks.”

“No prob. I’ll keep an eye out for more when I’m in the mines.”

“The mines?,” his brow furrowed, “how far down did you go?”

“Not super deep, I think I stopped at sixty since it was getting late.”

Sebastian gaped at the farmer—who he now realized he really misjudged—as they shouldered their backpack and turned toward the door.

“Oh,” they stopped just shy of the threshold, “your code is wrong, by the way. Third line down.”

He looked to the screen, baffled, seeing that there was, in fact, a mistake in his code.

He began to ask the farmer how they knew that, but they were gone. _________________________________________

The sun was setting on the valley, and Sebastian found himself sitting by the lake’s edge with the farmer, who was reeling in sturgeon and bass with ease.

“I’m sure the city’s different for other people, but it was corporate hell for me,” the farmer spoke softly as they baited their hook—it was different than any bait he had ever seen, and the farmer had informed him that the wild man living behind their house had taught them the recipe.

Sebastian hummed, “I guess that makes sense.”

“You guess?” the farmer teased him, flicking water at his face.

He blew a puff of smoke in their face.

The farmer coughed, then began to laugh as they fanned the smoke out of their face, “asshole.”

Sebastian grinned, leaning back on the palms of his hands and gazing across the water.

They sat in comfortable silence as the farmer cast out their line and half-heartedly focused on the bobber—they didn’t really need it anymore, but liked the safety net.

“You and Sam are probably my only friends in this town.” Sebastian broke the silence, but continued looking straight ahead.

“Well I am very likable.”

Sebastian knocked their shoulders together with a scoff.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.” _________________________________________

Sebastian was indifferent—and sometimes loathful—toward most events held in their little town, but tonight was an exception. It was hard to not be in awe of the midnight jellies, and he was excited for the farmer to see them for the first time.

They were perched at the edge of the dock, along with Sam and Abigail, their feet dangling inches above the water.

It was a lot colder than expected, and the farmer was bundled in his black jacket. He couldn’t help but feel bad about the sad glances Abigail was sending their way.

The farmer looked content, and Sebastian recalled something they told him at the beginning of the season—the used to be terrified of the ocean before moving to the valley.

He nudged their shoulder with his own. It didn’t take much effort—they were sitting a lot closer than he realized. A light blush dusted his cheekbones.

“I thought I saw something moving in there…” he pointed to the void of the ocean and leaned closer to their ear, whispering, “something big, something dark.”

The farmer’s eyes widened as they looked across the vast darkness before they narrowed and turned to him.

“Just trying to scare you...” Sebastian laughed.

The farmer smiled, knocking their knee against his, muttering an all too familiar “asshole.”

It wasn’t too long before Lewis sent out the first lantern, and the water surrounding the docks was filled with glowing jellyfish.

“It’s beautiful,” the farmer breathed out as their head landed on his shoulder.

“Yeah,” his eyes landed on a glowing green jelly before looking down at the farmer, “it is.” _________________________________________

Sebastian never saw the farm in its full glory—before the farmer’s grandfather grew old and passed away—but he had been there plenty of times when it was overgrown and abandoned.

He had told the farmer this as they sat on the newly installed swinging bench on their porch. They joked that they would be suing him for trespassing, since it was technically their property at the time, even if they hadn’t known it.

It was a chilly fall day, but the farmer had made a pot of coffee to keep them warm.

“I thought this was your busy season,” Sebastian lit up a cigarette and moved the ashtray closer to where he sat. It was a newer addition to the farmer’s decor. He thought about the prideful look on their face as they held it up and told him that Leah let them use her pottery wheel. It was painted with little creatures that looked like the much happier cousins of the slimes living in the caves.

The farmer hummed, holding their mug close to their face, but not taking a sip, “Yeah…a lot busier than I thought it would be, actually.”

He grinned at them, “so, you’re slacking today, huh?”

The farmer laughed.

“I’d rather hang out with your sorry ass than work.” Despite the insult, the farmer’s tone was soft and earnest. Sebastian felt his cheeks heat up.

“Could you picture me living on a farm? It seems ridiculous, but I have been thinking about it lately.”

“If I could do it, then so could you,” the farmer linked their pinky with his, “it’s a lot more freeing than you’d think.” _________________________________________

Boxes filled with Sebastian’s things lined the walls of the farmhouse, but Sebastian and the farmer lay in bed, choosing to ignore them.

They had all the time in the world.

The farmer was twirling the pendant dangling from Sebastian’s neck, “there’s steam coming out of your ears, Seb,” the farmer giggled and smoothed out the wrinkle between his brows with their finger.

“I’ve just been thinking,” Sebastian turned his attention from the ceiling to the farmer, “The older I get, the less I'm drawn to the city. It had a certain mystique to it, once. But it turns out that was just a romantic fantasy. The city's so busy, so full of people... I don't belong there. I'm a loner.”

A beat.

“Present company excluded, of course.”

The farmer laughed, “Well I would hope so,” they tugged gently on the pendant, pulling him closer, “because you’re stuck with me.” _________________________________________

Sebastian and the farmer had joined his family for dinner, and his mother had shooed them away with one hand as she cooed at the bundle held tightly in her other arm.

The valley was coming to life, but the ghost of a winter chill was in the air. They settled down by the lake despite the cold. It was no longer his spot, but theirs.

The farmer was skipping stones across the lake when he grumbled about how being in that spot made him want a smoke.

“No one’s stopping you,” the farmer laughed.

“I am.”

The farmer still held a loose smile as they raised their eyebrows at him, “oh?”

“I'm trying my best to quit smoking now that we're married…” He avoided their gaze and brushed some mud on the palm of his hand onto his jeans, “I don't wanna die on you. It's a bad habit. I want to have a future together.”

A baby cried in the distance. Sebastian and the farmer smiled at each other. _________________________________________

The farmer was surprised to find Sebastian’s side of the bed empty when they woke up. It wasn’t a rare occasion, as they usually found Sebastian in the kitchen after a restless sleep, but he was nowhere to be found.

They couldn’t help but worry a little bit as they pulled on their boots and opened the screen door. They paused out of instinct to let the dog run out before them only to realize that the dog wasn’t hot on their heels like usual.

They had only gotten two steps onto the porch before a mass of fur and slobber crashed into their legs.

“Oh hello baby,” they cooed down at the dog as it rolled onto its back, breathing heavily out of excitement, “good morning stink.”

“Good morning to you too.”

The farmer was so caught up in giving the dog attention that they hadn’t noticed Sebastian leaning against the porch railing.

They straightened from their crouch, smiling at him as the dog whined from the loss of affection.

“I couldn’t fall back asleep, so I went ahead and fed the animals,” he pushed off the railing and took a few steps forward to fix a rogue piece of the farmer’s hair, “one less thing for you to do.”

“Thanks, Seb,” the farmer said softly, suddenly bashful, “I’m going to check on the pumpkins. Thought I could make some soup tonight if any of them are ripe.”

They took a few steps off the porch, “feel like being a country boy today? Or did you get your fix?”

He smiled, leaning his forearms against the railing, “I'll just watch you from here. I enjoy watching you.” _________________________________________

Sebastian and the farmer found themselves sitting on the porch swing once again. It was a mild summer evening, and he was looking on as a toddler played with the dog in the yard.

He tore his attention away from the rowdy scene in front of him to look at the farmer, who was curled up at his side reading a book. He felt his heart swell.

“This is so different from my old life, but I'm really starting to like it. I feel like I really belong here.”

The farmer looked up from the book in their lap, smiling.

“I don't often show it, but I'm really happy that I'm your husband. Marrying you was the best decision I ever made.”

#stardew sebastian #sdv sebastian #stardew valley #stardew farmer #sebastian x farmer #sebastian x reader #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley fic #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian x farmer #sdv sebastian fic #farmer x sebastian

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deepestnightcolor · 5 months ago

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✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 2nd of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: What's behind door two? Let's find out, shall we? thank you for your time and I hope you enjoy!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sebastian x Fem!Reader (ᴀ/ɴ: I CANNOT believe I have written Sebastian. I can't write this man for the LIFE of me, but I hope you enjoy what I wrote nonethless :D).

ᴡᴄ: 1095 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: dirty talk, degrading, unprotected sex, kinda public sex, pretty much getting caught, cream pie, cursing.

Sebastian loved winter, and there were so many reasons for him to do so! The sun was really weak, the air was nice and cold which meant that he wasn’t sweating his balls off the moment he set foot outside (fuck that, he didn’t sweat his balls off from just lying in bed), and best of all? Society didn’t fucking expect him to go out just because the weather was nice. Quite the opposite! It was perfectly acceptable to stay bundled up inside of your fucking house, the most he had to do was to look out a window every now and then and sigh wistfully – that was his fucking jam!

So, now riddle him this – how the hell had he ended up on Ginger fucking Island, where the sun showed no fucking mercy, making him sweat his balls off? Ginger Island, one of the most crowded places to be, given that most people used this as an escape of the winter wonderland back home? Why the hell was he allowing the sand to burn his feet, even though he could be at home, in his bed, aimlessly scrolling social media, maybe, and he would never admit that, making himself some hot cocoa and admire the Winterstar tree his mom had set up? Well, the riddle wasn’t all too hard to solve – the reason he was on this stupid island was right in front of him, looking up at him with those glazed-over eyes, bikini top messily tugged down to reveal kiss-bitten, spit-covered tits that bounced with each thrust that he oh so cruelly hammered into your messy cunt. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it, baby? Dragging me out here? Cock stuffed in your dirty little whore cunt in a fucking changing room? Chose the busiest day of the week, too, it seems…Would be a shame if anyone heard how good I am fucking you, huh? Or maybe that’s what you fucking want…Oh, fuck yeah, you are clenching around me baby- that’s exactly what you fucking want, yeah? Letting them all hear who’s fucking you dumb, who’s making you a fuckin’ whore for dick,” He whispered, voice nothing above a dangerous snarl as his hips mercilessly kept up his pace, only fucking you harder when he felt your cunt wrap tighter, sucking off his cock oh so sweetly. You see, Sebastian hadn’t even planned for this to happen. Sure, he had let you persuade him to join you, but he had fully expected to sit in the sand for an hour, maybe watch you swim or play volleyball with you, and then get the fuck out of there again, settle back in his castle of ice (his basement, but don’t blame him! It was fucking cold down there).

Plans had changed as soon as you stepped out of that changing room in that new bikini, grinning at him proudly. “I got it on sale!” You had told him, letting that waistband of the colourful bikini bottom snap against your paling hips. And well, you had told him to have fun at the beach, hadn’t you? And this was his way of having fun – you impaled on his cock, head thrown back as you tried desperately to hold back those sweet, sweet sounds that were threatening to spill, sounds that would be revealing what the two of you were up to, pressed together with one of your legs hooked around his hips, allowing him deeper access in that gorgeous cunt of yours. Sebastian didn’t have the heart to tell you that you that your pussy was already doing a good job of betraying you, squelching loudly as he forced it to take his quick, hard fucks. “That’s it, baby. That’s fucking it, look at you. You look gorgeous on my dick, you do know that, don’tcha? And your cunt is just sooo wet for me, fuuuuck… You make even summer pleasant for me, baby. That’s right, squeeze my cock- Good. Fucking. Girl,” he snapped, cock seemingly trying to pound his words into you, making sure you would forever remember who you belonged to – him, and only him. He let out a shaky breath as he bottomed out inside of you again, hand digging into your plush ass to give you fast, little fucks, making your mouth hang open, eyes rolling back in your skull. Seb felt his heart swell in his chest, his cock throbbing numbly in your wet pussy. Yoba, you had him tied down and locked up, had him ready to bow to your every little whim, and he just wanted to fuck it into you how much you meant to him.

“That’s fuckin’ it, baby. That’ssssss it, cum for me. Cum all over my cock, baby, c’mon- know you can do it for me, sweet angel,” he growled, trying to bite back and swallow his own moan as you looked at him like this, so stupid, thoughts long gone, only concerned with getting fucked and being able to gush around him. Yoba, did you know that you were his greatest gift on earth? Whatever would be under the tree on the Feast Of The Winterstar couldn’t keep up with you. Couldn’t keep up with the way you broke down on his cock, letting that high-pitched moan slip. Couldn’t keep up with the way your nails dug in his back and dragged down, down, down. Couldn’t keep up with the way you silently mouthed “I love you” as you came undone on his dick, back arched in oh so prettily. Shit, he loved you too. Way more than you would ever know. Or maybe you did? He had come here for you after all – and not even to fill you up with ropes of cum like he was doing now, accompanied by a little groan of your name, breathed against your neck where he was hiding his face away, fucking his cum inside of you to make sure you would feel it all the way home. “I love you, too, my little raindrop,” he panted, kissing the sensitive skin of your neck, making you sob out quietly.

“Come on, guys! I wanna make it fucking home before the fuckin’ Feast, idiots!” A voice suddenly called, big fist slamming against the door, an obvious grump seemingly having waited long enough. Sebastian gave you a chuckle, looking down at your fucked out form, feeling that swell in his chest again. “Come on, let’s get outta here,” he whispered, helping you adjust your bikini. Too bad you couldn’t even get to the sea.

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stardustedseas · 1 month ago

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i think sebastian deserves an s/o who is absolutely incompetent and has horrid luck with computers. they just look at one and it somehow has 20 new viruses and stops turning on lmao

i think it would be funny how he tries to share his work with you but everytime you sit on his lap to listen to him talk, the program crashes and he loses some of his progress. the first couple times he can write off as coincidence but after the third he thinks maybe it's best if you stay 5 feet away from the puter at all times lmao

or even just youre really bad with them, maybe you two properly meet because you somehow locked yourself out of your computer and you commissioned him to try to figure it out. he is absolutely baffled at how utterly Fucked the device is, riddled with malware and somehow missing half the essential stuff to run. you say you just use it to research farm stuff and look for recipes but he isnt sure if he believes you with how bad this shit is lmfao atp he could make a living just by how often you have to come to him for help. sometimes he wonders if you really quit your old job or if they fired you for crashing the entire company server in 5 hours flat

#sdv sebastian x reader #yeag this is inspired by me #idk jack shit about computers #only had acess to them for a bit growing up and now i couldn't even tell you how to uninstall something lmao

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junicult · 7 months ago

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!! the bachelors after their first kiss with you

contains ; fluff! gn!(but written with fem in mind)farmer for most. implied male in alex’s. non canon setting (for most). unestablished relationships—pre dating. alcohol usage. smoking (cigarettess).

note ; i had a nice time in my imagination with this one

harvey.

he stares at you, stunned at how easily you were able to do the thing he’s been thinking about for weeks. how soft your lips felt, how comforting your hand on his chest was, and how genuinely intoxicated just one simple kiss from you was already making him feel.

he clears his throat, and almost like you just sucked every word out of him, all he could muster up was a mumbled, “thank you.” he thanked you. for kissing him.

you purse your lips, trying your darnedest not to laugh watching his face just drop, realizing the first thing he said to you after you kissed him for the first time was a thank you.

“oh no, it was my pleasure.” you tease, allowing a small giggle to slip. he sighs like his blood has run cold, too embarrassed to even respond. luckily for him, you’re just too perfect, and you cool his sting by leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. you pull back with a smile, hand cupped over the opposing one, “goodnight harvey. i’ll see you tomorrow. you can thank me for that one, then.”

sam.

he acted almost as quick as you did, the moment he saw your eyes fixate on his lips and lean in, he wasted no time to fill in the gap between you two.

“you kissed me.” he says, face washed in amusement and adrenaline. he remains a solid grip where his hands rest on your lower waist, clear he has no intent on letting you go anytime soon.

“i might’ve.” you murmur, flickering your gaze to and from his. if he didn’t know any better, he’d think—

“are you all shy now? did i make you nervous?” he angles his head to chase your nervously wandering eyes, mischievous grin and tease in his tone. his hand consciously cups the side of your neck, thumb pressing into your jaw to gently force your chin up and maintain eye contact.

you huff, shaking your head. “well, a little! we just kissed!” you try not to sound too whiny—though, the way his grin spreads almost makes you forget that plan.

“aha! i made you nervous! am i so handsome? am i such a good kisser?” he muses, snickering in triumph.

“sam,” you test, narrowing your eyes through your eyelashes.

“what? you dunno know the answer? wanna kiss again to find out?”

shane.

he didn’t actually think you’d lean in, much less keep it going for so long that he’d have to push against you a moment later to give him a second to breathe.

but you shake your head, misinterpreting it all so quickly. “i’m sorry—i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have kissed you, i don’t know why i did that, i’m sorry—“

“whoa, i wasn’t pushin’ you away,” he immediately rouses, “i’m not mad that you kissed me.” and he snickers lowly, “more like pounced on me.”

“you’re not?” you hum breathlessly, straightening your pants and tucking pieces of your hair back. now your chest bubbles with a new kind of embarrassment. you nibble on your lower lip, attempting to ease your breaths. “i—i dunno why i did that. i don’t usually drink…much less makeout with people while i do.”

you slouch back down on the old, creaky dock next to him. he snorts, tilting his head, “‘m just too irresistible, huh?”

you shoot him a glower. “yeah,” you say like it’s sarcastic, but really, you’re well aware you aren’t drunk enough to start behaving irrationally. “i just didn’t mean to do that.”

“i don’t mind that you kissed me.” he shrugs.

you watch as he takes a swig from his beer can. his eyes focus on the overall still lake in front of you both. “you don’t?”

he almost wants to tease you for all your disbeliefs. he chooses to scoff out a laugh instead, shaking his head. “mm-mm.”

you turn to face the water, gently swinging your dangling legs over the edge. “hm,” you hum back, “maybe we should talk about that when we’re both sober.”

sebastian.

he’s borderline shocked at how easy it was for him to kiss you back—no hesitation after your fingers brushed the back of his hair to pull him in. he’s almost loopy, too, and he’s never been the type to swoon so hard from these kinds of affections. but he’s also learned a lot has changed since he first met you.

“you taste like cigarettes.” you murmur as you step back, licking your lower lip as if to repeat the taste. you turn towards the city lights, and for the first time he’s finding it nearly impossible to follow your gaze.

“i’m sorry,” he truthfully says, absentmindedly stepping down on the previously tossed cigarette butt at his shoe. “i’ve been trying to stop.”

“tastes like you, too. mixed in, i guess.” you note with a smile, “it’s not terrible though. but good, you should try and quit.”

he honestly doesn’t know how to take that—in his mind, he can’t imagine that tastes good, much less the combination any glorious. yet you turn to him again, stuffed hands unfolding from your pockets to reach across for his.

all you had to do was to give him a tiny tug, sliding your hands up his shoulders before he repositioned his own back to where they previously sat on your waist.

“let me bask it in while i can, though.”

alex.

you’ve almost never seen him with this soft, content look on his face. you’re half expecting him to burst into laughter, try to justify his actions with a teasing lilt and offer to pretend like it never happened.

but no. all he does is look at you, watching the way your eyes shift between each of his, evaluating. like he’s waiting for one of you to break.

you take the bait. “why’d you do that?” you murmur, quiet enough the wind almost picks it up.

he shrugs. “i dunno. it felt right.” he hums, and despite his uncertain words, he says it with sincerity. “was that the wrong choice?”

you think for a moment. for you, you surely thought about it for weeks. but the timing certainly didn’t feel appropriate. vulnerability changes a man like him most of all, and the last thing you’d want to do was take advantage of that. you absentmindedly swirl the grains of sand under your fingertips.

“no, i don’t think so.” you respond easily.

he nods. you’ve never seen him this quiet, but despite that, you’ve got an idea of what’s exactly going through his mind. when he turns away, you’re certain.

“you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“of course not.”

elliott.

he had almost forgotten why he invited you over—just for inspiration on the last couple chapters of his novel, or did he honestly plan for it to go like this?

“so…what happens after they…kiss?” you coyly murmur, still held in his embrace so close you can smell the drop of pomegranate on his lips.

“well, i haven’t written that far just yet,” he pauses to take a breath, “i was hoping they’d finally confess their love.”

he’s so handsome this close, your head still reels and lips feel fuzzy as you struggle to bring back in your even breaths.

you nod, slow and computing. “yeah—no, that sounds good.”

your plump lips hold him in a trance, as do his, making it so hard to concentrate on his words all the while you feel you’re too fixated on them.

“so you believe they love each other? that they should finally tell the other?”

the kiss rendered you thoughtless—what can you expect from a romantic like him? however, the metaphor is not lost on you. and had he let you go at this point, it wouldn’t have been so easy for you to eagerly nod, “absolutely. two people in love should tell each other they’re in love.”

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melk-maid · 29 days ago

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warnings: everyone is aged up 21+, gn reader, player/farmer reader, fluff, mutual pining, idk what the fuck to tag fluff??? it's just cute and sweet ok!!! synopsis: sebastian was convinced by his mom to come lend a hand on the farm, leading to him being introduced to most of the animals and practising farm life.

note: my first sdv fic!! pls be gentle lmao i fell in love with sweet emo boy so fast and he literally wouldn't leave my mind before i wrote this LMAO sweet little boy just deserves the world aaaaa enjoy~♡ banner portrait is a mod by nongdarn minors & ageless blogs dni - you will be blocked

Stepping out the front door, you inhale the fresh, spring valley air. It's a lovely and warm day, even at six o'clock in the morning; you're awake and ready to take on the day. You expected to be greeted by your cat who tends to get a headstart roaming around the grounds waiting for you, but instead, an emo fringe welcomed you good morning.

"Sebastian?"

He stood up straight after hearing your door open, initially leaning on the fence in front of your house, eyes drooping in the early spring warmth. The click of your door bolted him awake, chewing nervously on his lip ring and offering you a small wave.

"Hey." Sebastian smiles slightly, a signature look whenever you catch him around the mountains or at the saloon.

You quickly grow remorseful and embarrassed at your surprise. Hopefully he isn't offended. "Hey! What's up? I don't think I've ever seen you around this part of town."

With hands shoved deep into his pockets, Sebastian tries to relax his shoulders and play it cool. "Yeah, I came to help around the farm. My mom told me you could use the extra hands."

More accurately, Robin knows about Sebastian's crush on you and had insisted he visit.

You huff a laugh remembering you spoke to Robin yesterday, telling her about your long days on the farm since everyone makes the most orders around this time of year. It was a passing complaint as you put together a produce basket for her to take home, an extra thank you for the new silo she had just finished building.

"That's really sweet of you," You smile and it's brighter than the sun, "I'm happy to let you help me out with my daily chores. Follow me, we can check the chickens first."

Sebastian trails close behind as you traverse through the farm. It's amazing how you've transformed this land in just a few years — even with the help of his mom, it's still admirable just how beautiful and organised the place is.

Egg basket already in hand, you stand outside the wooden door of your coop. "How are you with ducks? I forgot to mention that the ducks live here too."

The way you turned to Sebastian and asked him so sincerely makes his heart melt.

"I'm okay with ducks…I think."

You laugh as you open the door, ushering Sebastian through before anyone can make a great escape. Inside the coop is rather luxurious for some chickens and ducks. There's bales of hay stored on shelves above and below the chicken beds, curtains drawn in some of the makeshift cubicles for the birds to get some privacy, an automatic feeder sitting in the corner that's filled to the brim with seeds.

Chickens cluck at their guests, the odd honk or two overshadowing the consistent tune as some of the feathery residents stomp their way over to investigate.

"Good morning," You greet the animals with a cheer, stepping further inside and expertly avoiding the wandering birds.

Sebastian isn't anxious but he is definitely out of his element. The smell he expected but experiencing it is different. A chicken pecks at his boots, interrogating him on his intentions in their home. He daren’t move lest he upset anyone, preferring to avoid any kind of catastrophe or coup. After a moment, you realise Sebastian hadn't moved from the door, laughing at his stoic frame watching his shoe be pecked at.

"You can move, they won't bite, promise." Sebastian feels his face flush when you call out to him, chuckling awkwardly and carefully lifting his leg away from the chicken. "That's Brenda, don't worry she's just nosy when there's guests. The others won't bother you."

He's careful to join you, ensuring he doesn't step on any other wandering residents, both those who are nosy about his presence and others completely unphased. You giggle hearing his faint gasp after he sees who you're tending to. A big, round ball of glossy, black feathers sits inside one of the small cubicles, red eyes peering into Sebastian's soul.

"This is Satan." You introduce them to Sebastian. "Satan, this is Seb. I think he likes you."

There was an almost embarrassed grunt from the man beside you. He didn't think he was that obvious or predictable, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't infatuated with the dark chicken. Feathers shine in the low morning lights that peer through the windows, a gorgeous blend of purples and reds can be seen as you pet Satan.

"You can pet her if you're feeling brave, might keep her distracted while I see if she's left a present for us."

Sebastian isn't new to animals, his dad had a dog when he was a kid, however it seems that farm animals are a whole new experience. Not wanting to chicken out and eager to impress, Sebastian reaches in and gently pets the body of Satan with the back of his hand. The bird stares at him, as though she knows he's nervous. Dark eyes stare back at her. Maybe there's a connection there; loners who would rather hide behind curtains than mingle with the crowd, weird and different to everyone else, misunderstood—

"Oh look, Satan did leave us a present!"

You hold up a strange, yet gorgeous egg. Onyx with large crimson spots. It shares similarities to the chicken it came from and Sebastian can't hide his interest this time.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah…" He breathes out but you don't notice he's looking at you when he responds. "It's one of a kind."

Your snort pulls Sebastian out of his trance. "I've had a few of these so I wouldn't say one of a kind, but they're rare for sure. No one ever wants to buy them so whenever I have any, I make myself a jar of mayonnaise with them — it turns out black instead of pale yellow" He chuckles at the thought. "Do you want to keep it?"

"Keep it?" Sebastian blinks and you laugh.

"Yeah, consider it a gift!" The egg is carefully laid in the egg basket hooked in the crook of your arm, pulled out and passed to Sebastian. "It can stay in there for now just so nothing happens but after we're done I'll give it a once over and you can take it home with you."

A gift…he doesn't know what to say. It feels a little more serious and sentimental than you're treating it. While he's flattered and excited over the idea, you're brushing off the action with grace. Still, Sebastian leans into the way his heart flutters with fondness, thanking you after clearing his throat.

In the coop you introduce the rest of the gang, though if Sam or Abby were to ask him any of their names, Sebastian would have a hard time remembering anyone besides Satan — for obvious reasons. He nodded along anyway and enjoyed helping you collect more of the eggs that had been laid. There were tons and he even learnt that ducks lay eggs too, of which are a big hit in the town.

With an egg basket full of produce, you and Sebastian leave them in a safe space before heading towards the cow barn. Much like the coop, a slough of noises greet the pair of you when the door is opened. Cows are much louder than he expected, especially when they're harmonising with one another, though you don't seem to flinch like he did. Thankfully you didn't notice — or at least didn't mention it — along with the dusting of pink across his cheeks. You're the city kid and yet you've adapted so well to the valley life. He has spent most of his life here and still isn't accustomed to a farm specifically.

"Good morning everyone!"

A chorus of moo's grow louder as the cows respond, returning the good morning sentiment.

It's admirable just how much the animals on the farm seem to love you. Never for a second did he think you'd abuse them or treat them poorly, but it's clear already that you genuinely care for them much more than produce machines. There's love and dedication and bonds that you've built with each animal. Sebastian only feels a smidge of jealousy that they have your love and not him.

This time the animals were held back behind locked fences so Sebastian wasn't immediately swarmed like the chickens. That didn't mean that the cows weren't intrigued by his presence, though. They're bigger than he ever thought and he's quick to realise the chickens and ducks were nothing in comparison — he could pick them up with both hands, carry them around or step around them where necessary, their beaks pinching at his skin if it weren't for the extremely skinny jeans he wore.

The cows? Most of them matched him in height.

"Are you okay?" You ask Sebastian while grabbing a milk pail, a smile playing on your lips as you try to remain serious and sincere. Clearly his anxiety was showing again.

"I'm okay," He nods and it's not entirely a lie, "They're bigger than I thought."

Your laugh is enough to ease the tightness in his chest, replacing the feeling with tiny sparks. "They're just as harmless as the chickens, if not friendlier! The girls here are lovely."

While he tries to take in your words of comfort, Sebastian can't help but feel like all the cows in here are well acquainted with his meat consumption habits. Black eyes staring holes into him, the cows press themselves up against the barriers and hang their heads over the railing, probably eager to take a bite out of him to see how he likes it. The chickens were judgemental but it was because he was in their space, an intruder in their home, someone who needs to be analysed and assessed for if he belongs. The cows know exactly who Sebastian is along with any and all bad things he's done in his life.

Working on the farm might make him a vegetarian.

Following you towards the first pen, albeit slowly, Sebastian hovers behind you and watches as you pet the cows cheek. "Sebastian, this is Leelah, Leelah this is Sebastian."

"Hi." Is all that's offered to her with a short wave. His hand is quickly stuffed back into his pocket, watching as Leelah judges him.

You laugh at his curt greeting but don't push him. Instead, you slide into her pen and lay down fresh bedding and refill her food bucket. Sebastian watches on the other side, enjoying the view — in the least creepy way he possibly can. Leelah watches him rather than focusing on what you're doing. If he didn't know any better, Sebastian would believe she knew what he was thinking.

Much like the chickens, you move between the other cows, introducing Sebastian to them by name and giving them all extra love and attention. You wanted him to become comfortable around them, to be brave and confident, to give at least one of them a single pet. The more cows he's introduced to, the more relaxed he seems to become. Glancing at him over your shoulder while you pet the cows and tend to their pens, you watch the way his shoulders seem to slowly drop, becoming more comfortable around the gentle giants.

"This lovely little lady is Dolly."

She isn't a black and red cow, nor can she lay any eggs of a similar colour, but she is the sweetest cow on the farm. Sebastian had inched closer to the pens with each cow, standing next to you as you pet an enthusiastic Dolly. It seems like she'd been waiting for her turn, excited over the new guest as she reaches her snout towards Sebastian. He's caught off guard but it doesn't deter him.

"Dolly is the friendliest of everyone here, she's such a sweetheart, aren't you?" You explain while scratching each side of Dolly's cheeks, something she seems to love as she leans into your touch with her snout pointed upwards.

After you had done and was ready to slide into her pen, you catch Sebastian reaching out. He copies your motion, curling his fingers to scratch at Dolly's cheek. It's a strange sensation as her fur is rough to the touch but smooth under his hand. You watch as he smiles — a genuine, wide smile — while Dolly enjoys the attention. It's cute, you think.

When her tongue slips out to swipe over his hand, Sebastian pulls away instinctually, grimacing at the saliva coating him. You can't help but laugh and there's a bubble of laughter in his throat too.

"That's so sweet Dolly, you trying to kiss Seb? You must like him, huh?" She tries to reach out again, tongue lapping in an attempt to show him more affection. "You good?"

Sebastian takes the rag you offered that typically hangs out of your pants, chuckling as he wipes away the generous kiss Dolly gave him. "Yeah, it just caught me off guard. She really is friendly."

You giggle and take back the rag, unlocking her pen door and asking, "Want to try milking? Today is her day."

Instinctually he was going to say no. Still a little nervous around the animals and fearful of doing something wrong, but he trusts that you wouldn't offer him to try if it were so difficult. Sebastian nods and hums, following you inside the pen and laughing off Dolly's excitement when he steps inside.

You settle the cow and ready her for milking, testing that she was going to produce something before letting Sebastian try. He follows your instructions carefully, watching the way your hand grips one of the udders and how you squeeze.

When it was his turn grabbing the udder, he visibly grimaces and flinches. You can't help but laugh because you were the same not that long ago.

"Weird isn't it? Doesn't feel like a nipple you're used to."

Sebastian's ears burn, along with the entirety of his face. Thank god he's crouched down and hiding beneath this cow so you can't see. With a couple of extra instructions and your hand on top of his, Sebastian was milking Dolly like a professional. He was proud of himself, even if it wasn't much milk. It's labour intensive and his body just isn't used to that kind of movement.

The pigs and sheep were a little easier to deal with — partially because Sebastian stayed behind the fences. You let them roam free for a couple of hours in the early sun, though it was mostly because it's easier to refill their feed when they're outside and distracted. The sheep were entirely uninterested in his presence while some of the pigs came trotting over immediately, sniffing and huffing little 'oinks' at him. When you come out of the pig barn covered in mud and hay, Sebastian is glad he made the right choice to stay outside.

"I'm fucking hungry." You groan. "All these years and taking care of the animals still takes it out of me sometimes."

Sebastian was carrying the pale of milk while you had the eggs, heading back towards your home to organise the morning's spoils. You hadn't even started on the crops today and you know the radishes you planted are going to be ready for plucking.

"It's hard work, I'm not sure if I would ever be able to do it."

You laugh and Sebastian's stomach flips. "I didn't think I could either when I first got here." There's a wistful sigh that fills the still air between you. "Thanks for helping me out this morning."

There wasn't actually much he did to help. Sebastian was introduced to most of the animals, given a void egg, interrogated by various animals and milked a cow for a few minutes. If anything, he was pleasant company for your mundane morning.

"No problem. It was fun."

"Yeah?" You beam at him and Sebastian turns away to hide his smile. "Well, you're always welcome here if you ever want to get away. I know you don't like to socialise too much, so you can go back home and I'll handle the crops after lunch."

The pair of you had stopped by your porch, smiling up at Sebastian with a hand shielding your eyes from the sun. He huffed a laugh, short and awkward, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket.

"You don't count." He admits. "I like hanging out with you."

Your smile widens and this time it was your turn to feel your stomach flipping and sparks of fireworks setting off in your chest. It feels childish to giggle but you were flattered.

"If that's the case why don't I make you lunch? I have tons of produce from the past couple of days that needs eating."

Sebastian nods and hums. "Sure, I'd like that."

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milkybunnie · 6 months ago

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♡ Asking the Stardew Valley Bachelors for Hand Pics [with visuals] ♡

.~let me know if you like having visuals ^^ I had fun searching around for pictures ♡

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If I do continue with visuals of people I'm going to stick with the bachelors to keep things inclusive :]

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specialgumsock · 4 months ago

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//SDV Bachelor's and how they would react to you wanting to be FWB with them// NSFW(kinda…) MDNI !!!

Warnings: Mentions of nsfw, no descriptions. Maybe bad writing, idk I’m tired and I’m sorry if you hate it.

Characters: Alex, Sebastian, Sam, Shane and Harvey. (Sorry elliot lovers! we all know he is too romantic for that, otherwise I would’ve added him.)

Alex would love the idea of friends with benefits, but hate the reality of it. Moreover, the fact that you’re not… Well, his.

Usually, Alex would never even dream about going to the saloon on Fridays, but one day after finding out you would be hanging out with Sebastian and his friends there that night, he his jealously consumed him, therefore causing him to go in. Not trying to make it completely obvious that he was following you-

"Alex! It’s a surprise to see you here, can I get you anything?" Emily seemed surprised to see her sister's longtime best friend, who normally seemed appalled being around a bunch of drunks, enter the establishment. "I- er, no. Just… hanging out." He says hushed, but his focus stays following you. Emily lets out a laugh. "Well, if you do need anything I’ll be over here." She shrugged, and walked back to clean out whatever dishes were left. Alex turns and shifts his whole body towards the back, where you and Sebastian were hanging out. Along with Sam and Abigail, of course. Later in the night, he hangs outside the saloon right by Dusty’s cage, and you catch him on the way out. Ultimately, he tells you the FWB thing isn’t working out and asks you on an actual date.

Sam is not too thrilled to just be friends, but he sees this as one step closer in his plan.

Sam has ADHD, he is an over thinker and an over planner. Ever since he discovered his crush on you, he made out an entire plan to make you his- Which fell apart one night when you unexpectedly, and drunkenly pulled him into a kiss at a concert. Which is fine, he can go with the flow… but your flow apparently means just friends with benefits. It’s a sticky situation, no pun intended, but the blond has found himself in worse. So he’ll probably wait around like a lost dog for you, always wounding up at your doorstep in hopes you would want him for more than sex <\3

Sebastian is cool with it.

He probably understands where you’re coming from, and doesn’t want to leave roots in the valley since he’s planning to leave one day. Yet, he’s also a horny loner so FWB works great for him. You call? He’s at your door, already unbuckling his pants lmao. But he will probably grow attached anyway, calling just to hear your voice. But if you decide to break things off completely, he won’t fight you. He’ll just deal with the pain of it in silence.

Shane suggested it, let’s be real. LMAO.

You guys were both incredibly drunk at his house and hooked up, the next morning was extremely awkward for you two. "Uh- listen, I wouldn’t be… uh, all that great of a boyfriend, let’s just keep this… friendly?" The words took a minute for you to process, considering your feelings for the middle aged drunk. And also you’re incredibly hungover. "Yeah, of course!" You smile, causing him to let out a sigh of relief.

But, it didn’t end there. You two kept "accidentally" hooking up, and well, eventually you’ve grown tired of it- finding yourself in a similar situation to Marnie. You decide to go out on a date with someone new, a date that Shane would inevitably find out about, and show up to your house that night.

"Oh! Shane…" You opened the door, fully dressed up and headed towards the saloon.

"We need to talk."

You step aside and let him walk in. "Listen, shane-" he interrupted you with a kiss, then slowly pulls away, his hands clinging onto your upper arms.

"I know I can’t be an amazing boyfriend, or even guy… but if you give me a chance, I’m willing to try for you."

All that to say… FWB doesn’t work out with him.

Harvey doesn’t get it.

Regardless on if you explain it to him or not, he’s still asking you on dates.

You two just get done going at it, and he’s buttoning up his shirt- "So, what are you doing later? Let’s have dinner-"

Yeah, at that point you two are just dating, but it’s okay because I love him.

( I wish I could’ve made Sam's longer, he’s my husband<<<3 , also hope that you liked!!)

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deviouz · 1 year ago

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can you imagine how mean sebastian would be once he notices you have a thing for his hands?

he starts becoming more meticulous about his manicures, nails always coated in an inky black and cuticles pushed back. he had donned rings every now and then prior to his realization, but they become much more frequent once he noticed your squirming at the saloon. he’ll settle a hand on your thigh, fingers dancing along the hemming of the pretty little sundress you wore to escape the summer heat. while abigail and sam had missed the flustered expression etched into your features, sebastian definitely hadn’t. when he’s walking you home, hand curled around your waist because “it’s what a good friend would do” as he ignores the way you sneak glances in his direction. you’re not sure how, but the night somehow leads you pressed against the blossoming apple tree with a hand nestled between your thighs, skilled fingers dancing across your folds expertly enough to have you gasping his name in between kisses. he’ll make you beg for more, have you all teary eyed and desperate pleas as his fingers curl just right.

“��s the matter, sweetheart? all you have to do is tell me what you want.”

#screams.#do not look at me.#i do not want to be perceived rn #there’s something abt emo boys and their hands #(i’m looking at you sebastian and L)#. . . sebastian (sdv) 💭#sebastian x reader #sebastian sdv #sebastian sdv x reader #sdv sebastian #sdv sebastian x reader #sdv sebastian smut #sebastian sdv smut #sdv smut #sdv x reader

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farmerstarter · 11 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 💟

ʚ👾ɞ ˚ · . Crushing

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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sashiavi · 4 months ago

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Merry Late Christmas M'Loves! Thank you @birdielouwho for inviting me to this little Kinkmas Event~

And thank you to my wifey Spirit for listening to my bs and helping me get through this monster </3

Sebastian x Reader - Trapped in a Closet With Your 'Unrequited' Crush, Sebastian at a Holiday Party~

Warnings : Tipsy/drunk Sex, forced proximity, stuck in a closet, fingering, cunnilingus, piv, afab reader, some dirty talk, unprotected sex ♡

Word Count - 8.6k

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Being locked up inside of a stuffy closet wasn't particularly on your list of goals for the night, and yet here you were, barely illuminated by the soft seam of light daring to leak through the cracks of the door. The night air outside was still young and in bloom, voices leaking through the gap under the door with cheers and Holiday joy. You hear the cork to a bottle burst with a pop, a voice shrieking a happy cry as foam inevitably froths over the bottle, spattering to the hardwood floor of the Saloon.

Your own breath feels as if it echoes around you, bouncing off of the built-in shelves lining the closet, hitting you back in the face with a ring paired in your ears. Your back digs into the sharp plastic faux leaves of a holiday wreath, pulled out in the chaos of decorations brought from the very back end of the space, spewing from boxes, unworthy decorations strewn on shelves and wood panel floors - It was a miracle you hadn't shattered a glass bauble under your feet.

You shuffle, knees feeling wobbled and numb, breath punching out from the depths of your lungs, layering the small space in a sickly sweet warmth, hot and humid as if you were trapped in a sauna. Your fingers twirl into thick and dark tendrils of hair, wound into curls with a tight squeeze of your fingers, flexing every time the hard metallic lap of a pierced tongue grazes hot over your clothed clit. Despite the freeze beyond the front door of the Community Centre, the air inside of the closet was thicker than creamy hot chocolate, heated by the dancing bodies of the townsfolk celebrating the late-night festivities. That, and the spiked eggnog you had nursed through the night, settling under your diaphragm and rising up, a flush that kissed your cheeks, skin already bitten sensitive by the cool air on your walk there. And of course the man between your legs had a helping hand with it too - Lengthy fingers grabbing around the soft squish of your thighs, thumbs daring to dig just enough to have you squirming. Sebastian’s hands were slender and elegant, decorated with glinting rings and cracked nail polish, said nails digging loving crescents into the supple soft of your skin.

He had you sighing, swallowing down milky-thick saliva, your eyes catching his own, dark brows furrowed in focus as his lips latched with a smush against your mound, a breath heavy and hot on your cunt.

Now how exactly did you end up here anyway?

There was something of a Holiday Party occurring - A new tradition since the Community Centre had been cleaned up, spacious for the entirety of the town to attend, freely mingling and dancing away with a few pocket groups chatting on the sidelines. The more “Adult-Adults” - The Parents of many young people of the Valley - Congregated by the fire, letting the flicking warmth absorb into their skin, soothed from the chilling bite of the outside with their own fire burning up in their guts, born out of the little treat of alcohol they sipped at. Others mingled elsewhere, spread across the varying rooms, even the children ran and played in the crafts room, welcomed now that festivities didn't have to take place in the depths of the Saloon or the frosty outside of the Town Square.

You were with your usual gaggle of friends; Samson, Abigail and Sebastian, tucked away by the storage pantry, sat on crates and barrels filled to the brim with bits and bobs. You giggle airily at Sam and his usual antics, nursing your cup of eggnog while you shift on your makeshift box-seat, careful to avoid lodging a splinter in Yoba knows where. The vibe was cozy, wrapped in a glowy warm as you look between your friends, a buzz in your tummy leaving your head a little light, lips a tad looser than before.

Your eyes land on Sebastian, propped up on his own crate, chin tilted up high enough to reach the crack of an open window, blowing hot nicotine smoke from his lips into the brisk chill outside. He drags his cigarette hard, the end firing to life with a burn of hot orange, ashes flecking off of the edge before it dies away, smoke carried into his lungs to settle before he blows out once again. He was methodical, practiced in the movements as if he’d sneaked a puff of tobacco before, pierced tongue wetting over his lips, spit surely warm enough to battle the cold kiss of night air reddening his mouth with a blush.

You can’t help but watch him, eyes soft with puppy-love, attention easily slipping away from the present conversation. It was a known fact that you harboured a few feelings for the dark and mysterious man - To you and your other friends at least - Having Samson and Abigail on your back about just asking Sebastian on some sort of date, heck, they’d even offered to set the entire thing up! But there was something that nibbled at your subconscious, a whisper chanting doubts into your thoughts like an earworm, suck on repeat as if it were a bad but catchy song. They assured you, swore up and down that he totally felt the same! But you couldn't let yourself believe it, stuck in a loop of pitiful pining, drooling like a dog with its favourite treat just out of reach, dangled above your head like the sweetest forbidden fruit.

You're snapped out of your trance with a soft kick to your shin, Abigail’s boot tip connecting with the bone enough to jump a startle out of you. She was snickering, and so was Sam, eyebrows raised with a soft mocking cat call, ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ whistled slyly under their breaths lest the other man notice. You pout at them, hiding the expression behind another sip of spiked eggnog, eyes squinted enough to show off your unamusement and potential embarrassment.

The thick brandy-laced custard slides down your throat with a swallow, adding to the warmth flushing inside your tummy, aided with the bashful sear brought on by Sam’s continued pokes. The alcohol leaves a subtle burn on your tongue, a bubbling in your stomach, turning the sweet and giddy fizz of a crush into something thick and near nauseating. You smack your lips, letting them pout into a small frown, tongue poking past in a childish manner before you let yourself giggle again.

Abigail hops up, sauntering to Sebastian to bum a cigarette off of him, joining by the slight crack of the window on the other side of the room, out of earshot for the next few babbles Sam had for you.

“He looks good tonight, doesn’t he?” Samson ever the lightweight dares to slur your way, cheekily taunting at the crush he knew you harboured for the other man. At first it was all comforts and sweet reassurances, repeating the same lines over and over- Of course you're pretty, of course you're his type, he looks at you too you know? - Until it morphed into not-so-subtle teases and jabs, Sam and Abigail growing tired at the same song and dance of reassurances, opting to wiggle their eyebrows and wink with a coo every time they caught you even glancing at Sebastian. They cared still, obviously, soothed away at the sharp stabs of insecurity that wriggled it’s way past the wall of your inner thoughts and out to them, these days the comforts presented themselves in a sly glance and a knock on your back forcing you to bump into the dark-haired man.

It was true that he did look good tonight; Hoodie swapped for a fitted black button down, coat forgotten at the door with the swallow of warmth inside the building. Piercings all matched with a dark silver sheen with rings to pair on a few of his fingers, bracelets and necklaces tied everything together, sheening behind his unbuttoned collar and rolled up sleeves.

You always hung out with the man in a group, surrounded by the others as a social buffer. Of course you had settled down in Abigail's room many nights past, eating snacks and playing video games until the ranch rooster crowed and the sun kissed its way up and over the horizon. Heck, you'd even spend afternoons with Sam, walking him home from work and staying until dinner, brainstorming music and chatting general nothingness until his mother had politely asked you to head home.

But Sebastian was another story. How could you invade his sacred space for your own amusement? You could barely open the door to his home for his mother's services without biting your bottom lip and looking at each nail in the floorboards for a distraction, heart tingling at the idea of just seeing him in his natural habitat. A group meant safety, in numbers and outlets, avenues to sprint down in case of an emergency - The emergency being your hopeless and stumbly feelings for him.

Of course you talked to him, chatting away at your interests and his alike, walking drinks from the bar to the pool table with your eyes locked all doe on his face. You had a fair amount in common as well, but that darn bubble in your stomach often kept your feet glued to one spot, a half smile directed towards him in acknowledgement to whatever he would say.

– “You reckon that ring’s new? Looks kinda new…” Sam continues, pondering his astute observation, prying his way past the protective wall you had meticulously crafted surrounding your social body, urging for a comment.

“Maybe..” Your reply is short, safely guarded behind the fear of alcohol loosening your tongue. Sam hums, tilting his head, not at all hiding the fact that he was analysing the man by the window, smoking his way through a conversation, puffs of thick nicotine coming with the replies he had for Abigail before he sticks his head out of the window to blow again. You try not to stare, missing the way Abigail points your way, beaded bracelets on her wrist giving a clacking jingle, her own teasing comments falling off of her tongue with a steady drip of amusement.

“Should ask him.” Sam’s voice chirps again. Subtle teases, as always, trying to push the pair of you together like a girl does with her dolls, announcing the prophet of “Now Kiss!” while smushing their plastic faces together. It had happened once; Sam convinced you to go against him at the pool table, clumsily cracking the triangle of billiard balls with his pool cue, unmanaging to sink either solids or stripes. You admitted you hadn't a clue about how to play, and you were sure you were off the hook until the sunshine boy beams that cheeky, toothy smile at you.

“Sebastian will help!” he had exclaimed, failing to hide his grin when the raven-haired man shrugged and stood from the worn-out Saloon armchair he had been resting in. Though a little initially shy, Sebastian was one to open up with a little push.

That night was something of a struggle. Feeling the warmth of Sebastian's chest laying over your back, lengthy, nimble fingers drowning your own as he guided the pool cue, digits wrapping around the thrumming artery that pulsed in your wrist with a squeeze, just enough to have your head reeling. Click and clack went the sheeny resin balls, sinking into the holes of the pool table with an easy thrust of the cue thanks to Sebastian’s assistance, practically babying you through the process. His cologne stuck to you that night, soft and spicy and barely a hint of sweetness, bled into the threads of your top- Yoba, you’d never properly admit it but you didn’t wash the poor thing for far too long, not until the thick stain had properly lost its essence. The imprint of his body was something unforgettable, towering over your back, chin tucked by your ear, breaths slow and careful, full of focus as he whispered instructions with every turn, guiding your body as if you were his puppet.

Ever since, it seemed to be Samson’s mischievous mission to pin the two of you together.

There were countless attempts only ending in hot embarrassment, the need to recreate a one off moment only becoming a tangled mess with its execution, like a failed flash mob two counts out of time. But you couldn’t be mad at Sam, in the end he was only trying (and mostly failing) to be your wingman. You squint at him, watching the blonde obnoxiously play with the bar lodged in his tongue, leaned back upon a box from his spot on the floor, eyes fuzzed out of focus in deep thought. Well, as deep as Samson could manage with the clear wash of tipsiness leaking from his body language. He huffs a sigh and chuckles, a goofy, lopsided grin leaning your way before it's hidden by his own sip of his drink, his pierced eyebrow raising as if to dismiss the curious thoughts you had swirling around behind your forehead.

Sam hops up, a sway in his movement, humming under his breath as he explores a nearby storage closet, spewing out Christmas decor used to add Holiday Charm around the rooms. Ever so nonchalant. He rifles loudly, snickering to himself when he finds a dusty Santa hat, putting the wretched thing over his mane of hair before he continues on. The other pair make their way back over, the window now fully shut, locking in the warmth of the Community Centre, any remnants of the bristly chill snuffed out with a warm wash. Sam’s antics were loud, hands roughly exploring the space, pulling things out that surely shouldn’t be touched - At least not by him of all people. Sebastian and Abigail sit either side of you, the male opting to share a corner of the wooden pallet crate you had situated yourself on, very nearly pressing his bicep into your own as he watches Sam.

“Duuuude..” The blonde calls with a hiccuped laugh, practically jumping into a box to nab at something. Sebastian tilts his head, an amused quirk of a smile plastered on his pierced lips, the point of a double vertical labret (Not snakebites as Sam always annoyingly calls them) lifting with the action.

“That can’t be good.” Sebastian’s voice cracks soft, tone low enough for only you to hear, like a hidden inside joke. Of course, you giggle, top teeth sinking into your bottom lip to stifle the noise, your brain letting you laugh so effortlessly, as if you were a crushing school girl - Yoba it felt silly, and yet your body strives to work against you.

“I’m scared..” You mock a wobbly tone, a fake frown on your face which easily turns upwards as Sam yelps, coming up with his lucky-dip mystery prize he’d yanked up from the box.

“Ooho..” The blonde calls, lifting up the very thing he had practically dived for; A stringy and sad looking worn-out piece of plastic mistletoe, decorated with a gnarly bright red ribbon in the beginnings of the end of its life, fraying right at the edges in wispy fabric feathers. His grin turns shit-eating, eyes darkening in your direction, dangling the sad plastic plant as if it were poison ivy, ready to rash anything it touched. “Ohh, Sebby-Webs~” He teases, making a wet, spit-filled kissy face at the other man.

Sebastian rolls his eyes with a huff, pulling out his lighter and flicking the flame to life with a hearty click, a silent threat against the very existence of the sad excuse of mistletoe. Sam makes a show of pouting, sniffling faux snot up his nose in defeat before his attentions turn to you.

“He’s so mean, right?” He keeps up his pout, fake tears in his eyes. “You’ll smooch me, right?” He looked like a kicked puppy, bottom lip wobbling as he neared you, holding the plastic piece above your head. He looks to Sebastian, a glint in his eyes and a near smirk daring to twitch on his lip, stirring the pot, so to say. You fake a gag, looking to Sebastian to spout a joke but the man looked.. Well, tense. Brow furrowed just enough, body stiff in his spot beside you compared to the lucid and wobbled movements of Sam. “Just oneeee~” The blonde begs, teasing at you, making another puckered kissy face as he dramatically leans in.

Another one of his forced proximity plans perhaps-

A lean hand smushes into Sam’s lips, ring clad fingers squishing his cheeks, firmly but gently shaking his head. Oh, it was on now. A roughhousing play fight between the two men, giggles and fake insults, Sam and his mistletoe with pucker kissing noises now directed back to Sebastian. “Kiss meeee, kiss me- You know you want to~” Sam would sing, only to be refuted by Sebastian calling him some sort of choice word. You and Abigail can only look to one another, a stifled smile as the boys go at each other- Until an unhealthy crashing tumble occurs.

Sebastian yelps a swear, falling back on a box within the closet space, saved by the crinkle of tinsel rather than any sharp and nasty decorations. You don’t think, jumping to your feet, eggnog forgotten as you spring to help him.

“Seb-! Are you alright?” You reach him, lending your arm for him to use you as leverage, doing your best to pull him free. You get him up and standing, faced with his collarbones with his height compared to your own, closer than you initially had thought you'd be, the space tighter than it seemed with all the storage boxes-

A chuckle comes from the door, Sam with a teeth-filled and lopsided grin, one hand on the frame and the other tossing the sad little plastic mistletoe right at you before the door comes to a hearty, thunking close. Boisterous laughter is muffled, taunts of “Behaving” going nearly unheard as crates scrape against the hardwood floors, only logically being pressed against the door, successfully locking yourself and Sebastian inside of the tiny storage closet.

This felt juvenile, as if you were thrown into a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, the door un-opening as you try your best to push - No luck.

A hand rests snugly on your waist as Sebastian leans over, trying his luck at pushing the door to get it moving along its hinges, palm and fingers spread flat over the wood. It's a futile attempt. He chokes around a pant as he tries again, breath straining with a soft whine right at the back of his throat with his pushing, forming into a weak and disheartened groan of a sigh when he fails again. He swallows, breathing huffed, squared to catch himself before he braces to try again.

“Seb-” Your voice calls with a crack, your hand daring to reach for his bicep, giving him a soft squeeze, heavy with your touch thanks to the soft swirl of alcohol in your stomach. “Hey..” You try again before he relents, face snapping to yours in the dimmed-down closet, barely illuminated by the crack under the door. His breaths huff against your lips, hot and laced with tobacco and a wash of mint in a feeble attempt to mask the smell. He had managed to work up a small sweat with his attempts, smoker lungs surely fiery behind his ribs, puffs coming to an easy slow, air still coming from past his lips, brushing into yours like a faux kiss.

His hand on your waist doesn't move, plastered stuck right in place before the other joins, holding you right there - Closer than arm's length. You hear him swallow, see the bare brush of his tongue swiping over his lips, wetting them with saliva, piercings glinting with the bare shine of light. “Fuck..” Comes his voice, barely above a whisper, more rounded with the shape of his mouth and that harsh digraph sound nestled at the back of his throat.

It's quiet - So, so quiet. Save for the shake of your breaths, coming into a rhythm, forced into tandem as you try to make out Sebastian’s face in the dim. Your pulse thrums in your ears, thumping like a ball in your throat, gushing red-hot anxious blood to your head, already washy and tipsy drunk off of that damned eggnog- The air between you seared, hot tension rising as you come to terms with exactly what just happened, a heavy weight of mortification washing down your shoulders and to your toes, curdling the contents of your stomach into something bubbly-sick. It was as if a kettlebell fell down on your head right as you’d jumped down from high up, a spiking shock running up your legs and down your shoulders, meeting up in the middle. Your hand moves to come off of his bicep, the squeeze of your fingers off from his flesh-

One slender hand moves up, cupping at your ribs as if to stop you, accompanied by a short and startled disapproving hum, rumbled from Sebastian’s throat. You stare at him, he stares back, eyes searching left, right, left, right, flicking and unknowing of where exactly to look- Until he sighs, air punched from his gut before his head drops, carefully landing on your shoulder, face turned into your neck. His piercings barely press a graze to your sensitive skin, poking dully on your pulse, scraping as he speaks right under your ear.

“Sorry.. C-Can..” Your body sparks a shiver. “Can I..?” He asks, such an open-ended question had your brain searching all the ‘what ifs’. You mouth his name with a whisper, a questioning tone pitched up before he hums a long sound from his chest. “I can’t take it anymore- Really.. Fuck- Can I just..” He huffs another breath, a thick swallow following down his throat. His lips graze a trail up, pressed right by your ear as he asks; “Please-” exacerbation and frustration, it oozes off of him, “Tell me I can kiss you- Yoba I can’t...”

Was this an eggnog induced hallucination? Was your sick pining something mutual? No more clawing through the six feet of thick insecurity to grasp at measly straws or long over the reassurances Sam and Abigail had gifted you? It was your turn to beg a short please of your own before your lips were captured in a desperate lock - All teeth and tongue, clumsy in movement, heads turning to find the perfect fit. Sebastian's hands wander, caressing up and down your sides, to the small of your back, letting them dive further to cup the fat of your ass as his tongue moves to take over your mouth. It swirls lovingly over your own, the ball of his tongue bar rolling and lapping, tastebuds dragging rough against each other, sloppy with spit and tipsiness, each and every breath of his tainted with a moan that cracked its way up his throat. His piercings poke against your lips, kissing them raw with every move of his mouth on your own until he lets your bottom lip thread through his teeth with a needy bite.

He pecks you hard, capturing your lips in a short frenzy before he's back on you again, deep and needy, pulling your body towards his own, soft in comparison to his lean build. You throw your arms around his neck, fingers twirling girlishly into the back of his hair, giving him a sweet tug with every few kisses you give back. His tongue is on you again, lips parting with a groan as he licks into your mouth, the mixed taste of whiskey tainted custard-cream and spiced smoked tobacco swaps with your spit. The air around you thickens, noses huffing against each others cheeks as you try to catch your breath, unwilling to part from the sloppy lock of your lips - Curse the need to breathe, Sebastian pops off with a wet puckered sound, a line of spit still connecting you together. His arms tighten, fingers turning into a claw to grab at you, anything he could get his hands on, his lungs huffed up choked breaths, head shaking in some form of disbelief.

“Fuck.. Yoba-” His lowered voice calls. Your response is barely a squeak before he's on you again, capturing your lips between his in a hot and heavy manner, pulling you into his body, pressing himself against you, the finality of having you in his arms coursing a magma-hot sear through his blood. His knee rests between your legs, an arm caged around your upper back, caressing and rubbing in a feverish frenzy, bundling the fabric of your clothes into desperate fists while the other rubs circles into your hip, tugging right at the waist of your pants. You feel it, the hot pulse of something down below, the strain of his cock pressing up against the seam of his jeans and by proxy, poking against your own body. “I.. Fucken’... Need you.” It’s said between kisses, slurred against your lips, “F’So… Long.. Too fucken’.. Shit-.. Too, mmph.. pussy to say-” That's when you cut him off, a sweet tug to his hair with one hand and a cup to his chin with the other, tippy-toeing your way to press against him, kissing up, chasing his mouth.

“Shh..” You soothe, your own desperation showing as your palms come down to massage his shoulders, caressing up and down his chest over the sheeny smooth fabric of his button down. Your fingers trace against his collar, dipping past the edge of his shirt, already slightly unbuttoned from the top to show off the silver chain of his necklace. Another swear comes from his pierced lips, hands leaving your body for barely a moment for him to tug at the strip of fabric housing the plastic buttons, pulling the poor placket open with a needy tug, losing at least one rounded badge with a snap, the poor little thing landing on the floor with a bounce before it was forgotten completely. His chest was exposed, milky skin bright enough to see in the dim light, sparsely dotted moles dancing over his otherwise clear skin. It's warm against your touch, tacky with the rise of sweet arousal, in the beginning stages of working up a heated sweat.

His hands are back on your body, reaching for the hem of the ‘ugly sweater’ you’d picked out for the night, decorated with kitschy Holiday motifs sewn into the knit. It was one of your last layers you wore to the party that night, a warm and cuddly jumper and scarf left to sit in a neat pile. Off it came with a tug over your head before his bare hands were on your skin, forcing sweet shivers in every spot he touched, sparking like needle pricks with every squeeze and brush. His lips brush into your neck with open mouthed kisses, bites and bruises peppered into your skin- Your nails dig into his shoulder, dragging down his front before your palms flatten, taking in the feeling of his body against your fingertips. “Sebastian~.. Mmnn..” Your head tilts back with a sweet chirpy moan, giving the man all the access he could ever want to your body, thoughts swirling behind your closed eyes, dizzy with the slur of alcohol inebriating your finer thinking ability. Yoba, you didn’t care- Couldn't care less towards the fact.

Sebastian bites against the strap of your bra, the elastic snapping against your shoulder before he mouths at your collar bone, sinking down to the valley of your breasts, bent over to press tender kisses and love bites into the once untouched and hidden skin. You reach back and fumble with the clasp of your bra, picking at the stubborn latch to free your tits, feeling the wet spit of his kisses linger coolly with the huff of his breath.

“Hahh.. Shit..” His voice pipes up again. Kisses come back up, arms wrapping snug around your body to squeeze you into him, tits squishing into his nude chest all soft and pretty, the rougher poke of his necklace making an imprint into your skin. His hands are grabby, arms flexing to hug and pull at you, teeth sinking into your neck, over your collarbones, wet kisses smothered up your jaw to your awaiting lips.

“S-Seb-!” He only groans in response, head nodding as if to say ‘I Know,’ pierced lips dragging into your skin with the movement. Your hands grab his face, cupping his jaw on either side, thumbs caressing in rough swipes, feeling the subtle grain of his shaved face under the pads of them. You grab back at him, palm sliding down his neck, massaging into the bob of his Adam’s apple, against the slope of his shoulder into that tender trap muscle, skin soft with peach fuzz until you move to his chest, feeling the slightest wiry rough of chest hair, barely enough to frame his torso. You rub the expanse of his chest, hands between your pressed bodies, kissing hot and sloppy, tongues swirling, lips fully parting to moan into his mouth as your thumb brushes over his bare nipple, feeling the hard metal of a piercing. It sends a thick course of arousal to your core, throbbing behind the press of your pants.

You squirm, rubbing your thighs together for a sweet release, anything to feel the sticky heat of friction against your budding arousal- Yoba you don’t have to chase it though.

It's like he reads your mind, his hand allowing itself to press between your legs, long and dexterous ring-clad fingers pushing against your mound in a caress, palm pressing richly hot pressure against your clit. Your lips part in another moan, eyes rolling softly, allowing your lashes to flutter into a dreamy close, body melting as if you were moulded out of thick molasses. Things were getting hotter - Heavier - Pleasures beginning to spark under fingers and they soothe and caress, as Sebastian’s palm grounds rough at the seam of your pants, fingertips pressing their pads against your clothed fluttering hole. Your lips part from his with a breathy gasp, his name hot on your tongue, barely whispered, those syllables rounded as you suck air into your starving lungs. Yoba, it's all you can say - A mantra of his name over and over with every few seconds, spewing from your lips as if you knew nothing else.

He breathes your own name back to you, rasped off of his pierced tongue before his kisses are on your throat, nose nuzzling in slow shakes of his head. His hand comes up, swiping the button to your pants with his thumb and forefinger, zipping down the fly enough for him to connect closer - His fingers dip behind your panties, the taught elastic band surely digging into the back of his hand as he glides his digits over your drooly folds. He outwardly groans, another ‘Fuck’ grit through his teeth. You whimper, head leaning into him for comfort, thighs squishing around his teasing hand. Ohhh that was it- The sweet dip of his long middle finger sinking into your wetness, past the weepy ring of your cunt, coated in sweet drool as he dares to curl. You bite into your bottom lip, a long and keened hum following his actions.

“God- Yoba..” He stains, his finger working its magic, curling sweet caresses, a beckoning of ‘come here, come here!’ over and over again. “You’re so.. Fuck- so wet..” He says in bewilderment, tongue running over his kiss-bitten lips, past the metal pierced through them. You nod, an ‘All f’you’ about to drip off of your tongue if it weren't for the grind of his palm sparking a delicious pressure against your clit- Instead you moan, a pathetic affirmation of a noise whining out. One became two, the slip of his ring finger clad with a ring, in fact, easily being stained with the sweet and creamy nectar of your cunt.

Oh, how he works them into you. Cupping your pussy with his lean hand, lengthy fingers rolling sweet curls against the gummy little spot inside of you, giving you his palm to grind back on, lips kissing at the top of your head, huffing an enamoured chuckle each time you clench your squishy thighs against the bone of his wrist and the dig of his bracelets. Yoba, it forces him to be rougher with you, a game to push past the tight trap of your thighs, free himself from the confines all so he could fuck into you. You look up at him, eyes glassy from the abuse of his fingers, pressing right where you needed him. You flutter a blink, bubbles of tears threatening to fall past your bottom lash, doe and unfocused with a pouty bite to your lip.

“Hohhh.. Fuck, that's it.” He holds you into him as your legs go jelly-soft, a hot wash of ditzy dizziness creeping up your knees as his fingers fuck and curl. He stares right at you, brows furrowed in an upward pinch, a tug of a frown born out of hot arousal and focus appearing right at the corner of his lip. Your breaths hitch, rapid, in pace with a sinful hiccup tainting any feeble attempt at speaking-

“Seb.. ast-tian~” It's almost like a warning, sharp with arousal and stuttered in pleasure, breathed inward as you gasp, hands fisting into the fabric of his open button-down like a lifeline.

“Hmmn?” He hums with a nod - Right there. Sebastian was right where you needed him, his fingers mashing into that supple little spot inside of you, that sweet and spongy swell that had your brain all foggy. “What is it, Princess..?” The name alone had you melting further than you thought was possible, your entire body rippling with a sensation that felt as though you were on fire. Your fingers tighten on the fabric of his shirt, chin tilting up in a desperate plea, lip bitten raw and in need of more kisses.

Of course, he obliges, hearing your begs despite the lack of a peep chirped from your throat - Slow and deep - That's how he kisses you. Capturing your lips with a sweet bite of teeth, tongue caressing your own with a loving lick, out of time with the hot and feverish way his fingers fuck your cunt. The juxtaposition only adds to the wobble in your body, coming closer and closer to the very edge, moans drunk up by his lips, swallowed with a happy humming in his throat. One hand comes off of his shirt collar, fingers curling around Sebastian's arm, your soft palm feeling the bump of his wrist bone press into it, greedily pushing him into you while your hips hump back on his digits.

“I..- I’m.!” You can barely formulate your sentences, whipped thicker than cream under his spell, the sinful caress of his fingers beckoning in your cunt.

“Fuckk, Babe.. S’okay- I gotcha’..” Sebastian promises. You cling to him for dear life, your body leaning its weight against him, pushing him further into the wedge of shelves supporting the both of you. You feel it, that spark right at the bottom of your tummy, twisting and turning, firing into ignition as your thighs clench and squirm. So close- So, so close!

Any attempt at a legible sentence is easily cut with a gaspy whimper, crying out as you cream over his knuckles, properly messing up the fabric of your panties with gushy slick, bleeding pat and surely leaving a messy wet spot on your pants. Even with the taut press of your waistband limiting the man’s movements, he doesn't let up, curing those lengthy fingers through the rush of your orgasm, feeling the clenchy release lovingly pulse on his knuckles. He works you through it, eyes wide and enamoured with the way he had you, closer than arm's length, the sole reason for the sweet bliss that rushed through your body - “Shit- That's it.. Thaaat’s it- Fuck.. Look at me.. Look at me-” You obey, fucked out eyes flicking up to his, seeing the wash of arousal pool and swirl behind his dark lashes, his lip bitten bruised as he focuses on you, enamoured. “Feels good? Hmmn?” He nearly begs for reassurance, huffing a relieved laugh when you nod, your body twitching with each sweet pulse.

His lips attack yours, hungry and hot, throat groaning up a delicious noise you couldn’t help but eat up, body on fire with the way his palm rides you through the remnants of your hot burst of arousal.

“Fuck..” His hand softens its press, fingers giving a last curl before he carefully pulls them from the confines of your pants. They're drenched and sticky, dribbles of arousal sticking to his fingers like a lattice, spider webbing with a sinful drip that had you clenching your thighs once again. It drips over his rings, cream and slick mixing with the precious metal, soaked knuckles curling as his lips part, tongue lapping a lick before they’re suckled into his mouth.

The groan he lets out is near animalistic, needy and punched from the depths of his lungs, his own arousal going painfully unnoticed only pressing harder and stricter against the seam of his jeans. The man murmurs, words raspy-hot on his tongue; “Need more of’ya-”

It felt almost comical to describe the next moments as a blur, but the post-orgasm airiness lingering in your boozed tipsy brain had your perception flicking with a whack of whiplash. Turned from your position, the skin of your naked back now pressing into a collection of forgotten Holiday decorations, a slight itch thanks to the plastic of a faux wreath. Your pants are tugged down, eager fingers hooking into your waistband and stripping you of your bottoms, it's a short fumble, hot and clumsy, the air within the closet turned stuffy with breath and sweet arousal-induced sweat.

Hands are on you, flat palms squishing into the flesh of your bare thighs, fingers still slick, pressing their pads into the sensitive, rarely caressed skin - Thumbs daring to dig just enough to have you squirming. His lips are next, sharp with the bud of his piercings and the nips of his teeth, daring to suckle a bruising kiss against your inner thigh, piping up a squeak from your throat, another call of his name. You search for Sebastian in the dim, eyes focusing on the milk of his skin reflecting off of the crack of light, his being nestled comfortably between your legs. His dark hair parts with an affectionate caress of your fingers, looping themselves through his locks to pat him. He hums against your flesh, warm on your skin, breath moist with humidity born out of the hot and tacky stick of arousal leaching into the air from your bodies.

He smacks his lips on the skin of your thighs, itching up and up, further into the centre of your heat, nails digging loving crescent marks into your skin with every eager grope. He kisses against your bikini line, right by the taut elastic hugging at your upper leg, hiding away the sweetness of your cunt behind a wall of silky pantie fabric. He nuzzles his nose into the crevice connecting your thigh to torso, the point of it dragging over your clothed cunt with an affectionate press accompanied by a shameless inhale. Sebastian sighs something dreamy, lips peppering kisses that had your breath hitching, right over the mound of your heat - So pretty and accentuated with the tight and taught pull of your panties, outlining the swell of your pussy. Yoba, he swallows thick, gulping down saliva that dared to pool under his pierced tongue.

Your arousal sticks to his lips, pooling a clear wet spot in your panties, a target for him to kiss at, to tentatively lick at, feeling the slick remnants of your previous orgasm wet on his tongue. He groans- More of that taste on his tongue, eyes heavy as they look up at you, washed over with need. Your fingers twitch, straining against his scalp, tugging his dark strands enough to have him diving right in.

His lips latch to your clothed cunt, impatient to get more of you on his tongue. The soft prick of his lip piercings press a spiky pressure on your sensitive mound, a reminder harsher than the eager lap of his tongue- Yoba.. Fuck- His tongue, strong and flat, licking between your pantie clad folds, adding his own drooly spit to the mess staining the poor fabric. His lips purse against your pussy as he indulges, eyes fluttered shut, thick, dark brows creased into an affectionate scrunch, full of focus.

“O-Ohhh.. Seb… I’m.. I need..” You breathe past the burn of your lungs, panting with jolty huffs each time his lips and tongue brush over the fabric covering the sensitive bud of your clit.

“Hmm.. Mhmmn-” He hums, smacking a harsh kiss before he pulls off, “Need to- Fuck, need my tongue on you. Gotta-” He shakes his head, kissing at his teeth with a ‘tut’ before his thumb dares to leave your thigh, hooking at the fabric of your panties in a motion to pull them aside. He looks to you, a thick gulp down his throat as he watches your head bob- Nod, nod, nod goes your head, almost in desperation to just feel him again, fingers curling in his hair, clenched with arousal and the budding frustration to just make him take you already. Yoba, he was sweet, though, the sentiment of him asking such things, checking in with a silent ask for consent, making your back teeth grit in hot enamourment.

Sebastian takes it, your gifting nod, and eagerly yanks your underwear to the side. His thumb pulls your panties taut, shifted aside to show off the wet glisten of your folds, gushy with your last orgasm, puffy and swollen thanks to the prior abuse of his fingers, good enough to kiss-

Obviously, he does. Planting a wet and obnoxious open-mouthed kiss to your budding clit, lips smacking together before he properly dives into you, selfishly savouring all the sweetly creamed arousal you had for him. You gasp, fingers tightening in the twirls of his hair, surely enough to leave a harsh sting but Yoba- It doesn't seem like he cares. If anything it spurs the man on, a hot groan erupting from his chest, lips parting, the prick of his piercings digging a delicious pressure into your cunt. He’s messy with you, hungry slurps uncaring of the vulgar noise - The sharp and uncomfortable itch of the Holiday wreath biting at your skin was incomparable to the searing hot pleasure ripped from your pussy, stinging with overstimulation, forcing an endless string of whines from your lips.

Your throat hiccups, panting hot swears and the syllables of his name, rounded easily from your lips as he takes to you. It's easy for another orgasm to threaten your body, the feeling eager to roll from your cunt, twisting sweet and stabby like a suckled on candy cane, licked into a pin-thin spike poking at your gut- Especially with the works of Sebastian's tongue, swirly with his movements, tongue fat and flat as the metal ball of his piercing kisses at the bud of your clit in his rhythmic laps. He’s vocal with you, only spurring you on; Sweet hums tainting each breath he sucked in, feeble attempts to get oxygen in his lungs. You’re not sure he cares, not with the hearty mash of his lips against your mound, pursed with a stingy-sweet suckle directed right against your clit, teeth grazing at the supple soft swell of your pussy.

You can’t help the hot babble, the filthy cry you speak next, steadily rushing to the very edge- Wanting to just take him- Damn any refractory period, you needed to feel the pulsy stab of his length drilling you over the edge.

“Fuck me- Please- please, please Sebby just- Ahhnn..~” You whine, fingers giving his hair some grace, opting to feverishly pet him, clumsy affection in your fingers as you work them in a soothe. “Want you- Want you so, so bad- Y’know? F’so long-” You don't have to convince him.

He pops off of your cunt- Not without leaving several plants of hot kisses, pecking hotly on your clit before he tugs your panties down. His cock comes free with the jangle of a belt buckle, the leather sliding from his belt loops with a zip, metal buckle daring to clank on the floor before he’s working at the button and zip of his fly. His lips kiss at yours, the taste of your cunt on his tongue, sweetly salty and drenched in arousal, twinged with the last remnants of spicy nicotine and cream-sweet eggnog, swapped with the swirly spitty lap of your tongues mingling together in a hot collide.

It feels like a hot blur, motions moving quickly, Sebastian's arm jutting as he fists his free cock- Weepy dribbly tip all swollen and pink, finally free from the tight seam of his jeans. You squirm, lips clumsy on his own, arousal knocking you into an instinct-driven motion, oh so needy, “Seb..- Please.. Fuck… Fuck me~” You beg, muted between hot kisses, words slurred with the lick of his tongue, cutting you off with his mouth.

You move in tandem, arms throwing themselves around his neck as he grips the squish of your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his lean hip, hooking you into him as he lines himself up. He pops off of your lips enough to breathe, murmuring filthy things against them, coated in hot spit and your sweet arousal; “M’gonna fuck you- Promise, God- Yoba I promise, Princess-” He throws more sweet pet names your way, “Wanted me? Hmm? Wanted- Fuck.. Wanted you f’so long..” He promises. You feel the pudge of his cock press to your cunt, sparking a drooly clench of your drippy hole. He grinds on you, hips rolling, tip weeping as if it were crying, dribbling its milky pre over your puffy clit, pathetically kissing against your folds as his hips rut.

“Fuuuuckkk..” The ring of your cunt hugs his tip, suckling him in as he finally makes an effort to press in, he groans out a moan, matching the supple whine of your throat as you take him. Slow and sweet was something that could surely come later- The pressing itch of desperation easily taking over between you. Heavy rolls turn into needy fucks, hips jutting, pudgy cock tip making love to your cervix, kissing hot and lovingly hard pecks against the sweet mush in the depths of your pussy.

It's easy for his hips to roll into you, the base of his cock pounding against your mound, grinding the wiry curls that decorated him into the sensitive bud of your clit. Plap, plap, plap goes his hips on yours, skin to skin, sticky and sweat sheened, tacky to the touch as your bodies collide. You brace one arm on a shelf behind you, swiping off any stray decorations with a clamouring clutter, mystery items bouncing off into the depths of the closet, rolling on the floor. Your other arm hangs loosely on his neck, doe eyes fucked out and glossed as they look up at him, lips parted sweetly, kiss bitten and spit-shined, captured in a heated tongue and teeth-filled kiss before Sebastian groans.

“Everythin’ I fucken’ dreamed of-” It's said between gritted teeth, his gaze snapping from your wet eyes to your drooling cunt, huffing an arousal filled chuckled laced up in disbelief, seeing that drooly ring of cream coat over his length, making a mess between yourselves. “So fucking perfect- Fuhhhck m’not gonna last long- Hahh.” You nod in agreement, eyes closing, that bubble of tears falling down your cheeks with a streak. Closer and closer came the tight twist of your next orgasm, your poor and abused pussy clenching loving squeezes on his cock, spurred on with the hot sting of overstimulation- Your thigh cramped, spread over his hip for him, tits bouncing with every thrust, lungs stuck in a sweet burn.

Your skin sweats, lips drool, eyes blink all glossy and dumb, brain firing off every time you have the pleasure of looking at him- Closer, closer - Your clit throbs, hips pathetically humping back into his fucks, chasing the hot high that threatened to gush!

There's sudden laughter, slurred and obnoxious, rasped from an all-too-happy voice. It leaks from beneath the crack in the door, the outside world leaching into your little space, a phantom chill washing over your body as if the door has swung open to the fresh fall of snow that blanketed the street. A crash occurs, a feminine voice scolding someone, furniture scraping against the wood floor of the outside. You hadn't noticed your attention had wandered, not until Sebastian grips your chin, turning you back to lock into another searing kiss-

“Oiii-” A fist bashes against the door, rattling the thing on its hinges. Sebastian’s hand moves, coming between your legs to rub at your poor bud- The fiery thrill of a threat- A burning fear of being caught by a drunken Sam had your body twitching. Sebastian seemed to feel the same, making something of a challenge to get you off before the blonde had the audacity to finally clear the doorway. “Ha- ‘ave you kissed yet?” Yoba knows you’ve done so much more.

Sebastian presses you harder into the shelves, hips snapping rough, filthy words spat into your ears as his hand worked overtime on your poor clit- His hips roll sloppily, breathes coming into a hard and slow pant, huffing in your ear- “Fuck.. M’ Gonna fucken’ cum- Yeah? G-Gonna take it? Hmmn? Look so pretty like this-” he babbles, tone heavy in his throat. “Gonna make it up t’you- Yeah? Promise.. Hnng fuck- P-Promise..” His fucks turn snappy, jut, jut, jutting- Punching at your poor cervix, cunt mashing against the base of his cock.

“Seb- As.. Tian~” You choke, head lulling back with an eye roll, teeth biting into your lips as you finally gush again, wetting his cock with a weepy clench of your pussy, filthily kissing at his length, adding to the wonderful mess between your legs. So sweet and squeezy, your velvety walls massage the length of his cock as you cum, pussy suckling him in, inviting the hot pulse of his own orgasm with a loving hug.

His hips snap in sharp staccatos, throat stuck in a perpetual growl with each lingering fuck as he spurts. He creams into you, hot and ropey filling up the depths of your sweetness, milked off by your squeezing. His sweaty forehead comes to rest in the crook of your neck, fingers holding your thigh up squeezing a grab, a stingy dig of his nails leaving desperate crescent marks behind. He rasps a drawn-out groan, nosing into the tacky, sweaty skin of your neck, mouthy kisses back on your shoulder, just adding to the bitey kiss marks he’d left on you already.

You jolt when another knock rasps against the door, sloppy and full, thunks formed by a fist connecting to the wood. “Alright, you guys, you've definitely been in there long-e-fucking-nough." Sam’s voice calls with a snort, a failed attempt at stifling his laughter. “Don’ make me open this door~” He sings.

The fumble for clothes and the accidental collide of foreheads seemed worth it all - Especially when you roll over and see the man now in your bed, chest rising and falling as he sleeps, more bruises kissed into both of your skin, all sticky and spent, a shower surely in order by the time morning came. For now, you bask in the luxury of resting your head on Sebastian’s chest, lulled to sleep by the dull ache in your legs and the tipsy swirl of spiked eggnog settling in your stomach.

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