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Part One of Everything To Me

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily. The first part of a new drama-heavy mini-series.

Notes: I originally posted this a few weeks ago but had a bad attack of depression and deleted it. I'm so sorry to anyone who had their bookmark disappear and, even though I'm still struggling at the moment, I will try my hardest to sit on my hands the next time the urge to delete takes me

Synopsis: An unexpected visit from Sebastian's father re-opens old wounds

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Robin, Demetrius, Maru, Sebastian's Father, Emily, Haley

Contents: Established Relationship (Married), Family Dynamics, Drama, Emotional Hurt

Warnings: Abandonment Issues

Sebastian let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee. He had been working all morning and it was probably time to take a break. His eyes wandered lazily over the various items on his desk as he relaxed, finally settling on the picture of Lily he kept constantly at his side. He smiled as he gazed at it. His wife always teased him for liking this photo so much, saying with a little giggle that he only had it on his desk because he had a thing for her in a bikini. His smile grew wider. Well… that might be partly true, but the real reason he loved this photo was because of the beautiful smile she was wearing as she looked into the camera. The same smile he had fallen so instantly in love with.

He reached out and gently traced her features through the glass. He had longed all his life for someone he could truly be with. Someone who would take away his crushing loneliness and self-loathing, someone he could go to unafraid with open arms, one single person who would finally love him for who he was and who he in turn could completely devote himself to. He had found that with her and missed her with a deep, unending yearning whenever she was gone.

"Lily," he said softly, wondering how she was faring at the market. Haley and Emily had talked her into opening a little stall at the Grampleton Craft Fair this year and they had headed off at dawn, stowing endless boxes of Lily's pickles and preserves in Emily's clapped out old Beetle until there had barely been enough room left in the car for the three young women. He could still see Haley's disgruntled expression as she sat cramped on the back seat holding on to a teetering pile of boxes while the old Volkswagen jolted down the bumpy farm track into town.

He climbed out of his chair, debating the wisdom of pizza for lunch when the house phone started ringing. He stared at it in some confusion for a moment, hardly anyone rang their landline these days, then he realised it was probably his mom. She had a thing for using what she called 'good old-fashioned technology'.

He walked over to the phone and lifted the handset to his ear.

"Hey mom," he said lightly, "what's up?"

"How did you know it was me?" came the surprised response, then, before he had time to answer… "Oh, right, right, I'm the only one who ever rings you on this… I know… I know." Her voice sounded a little ragged, stressed even. He felt a frown begin to crease his brow. For some reason his heart began to beat faster.

What was this sudden sense of foreboding?

"Argh, that's not important right now… Sebby, can you get over here? It's your dad. He's here and he wants to see you!"

Sebastian didn't really know what he was doing as he parked his bike outside his mom's house. Ever since he'd heard those three words, "it's your dad…" his brain had turned to static.

His dad had been a cold, distant man who had walked out on them when he was only four years old and since that time he had barely been aware of his existence, although he had been painfully aware of the aching void that had been left in his life. Occasional cards and letters, strained visits on his milestone birthdays, for all intents and purposes he had no father and had been forced to come to terms with it. Demetrius had been a lacklustre replacement and Sebastian had turned inwards at a young age, seeking solace from books, computers and the quiet spaces of nature. It had always been this way and he expected nothing different. Just like when his mother, against his wishes, had invited his father to his and Lily's wedding and he had, of course, failed to attend. Sebastian had been neither surprised nor saddened.

At least he'd thought not.

He lifted his hand to knock on the door but before he could make contact it swung open and a worried looking Maru peered up at him. He stared at her wordlessly for a moment, unused to such an expression on his usually cheery half-sister's face.

"Sebby," she said softly. She hardly ever called him that. He felt a lump form in his throat. His already pounding heart beat even faster. What the hell was wrong with him? Ah Yoba, he wished Lily were with him right now.

"He's in the living room with mom and dad." She stepped back to let him in. "Are… are you okay?"

"Of course I'm okay!" He knew he was speaking the words but they didn't really feel like they belonged to him. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Maru's head dropped meekly. He hadn't meant to snap. He felt instantly guilty but didn't know what to say to make things better.

"Sebastian?" His mother appeared at the doorway of the living room. Her face was pale, her features so sharply defined it almost seemed to Sebastian that they could cut reality itself. "Do you want to come in?"

They stared at each other for an endless moment, an entire history of unspoken trauma shifting silently between them.

"He's here?"

He didn't know why he was asking. Of course he was here. She'd already told him. It didn't make sense to ask.

Nothing made sense to him right now.

"Yes," her voice was a whisper. "Come through."

He followed her into the living room. Demetrius was sitting in an armchair making small talk with their visitor. He looked up when they came in.

"Ah, Sebastian. You're here." He frowned, twitched awkwardly in his seat then climbed to his feet. "I'll leave you three alone then."

He closed the door softly behind him but to Sebastian it seemed like the loudest noise in the world. A high pitched whine assaulted his ears as he stared at the back of his father's head, a head covered in hair as black as his own, a head that turned slowly to regard him with the same grey eyes he saw every day in the mirror. The static in his brain increased.

"Sebastian," his father nodded at him, seemed about to get up, then thought better of it.

"Dad." The word tasted like ash in his mouth.

"I see you're still riding that motorbike." His father gestured to the leather jacket and gloves he was wearing.

"Yeah, it's good for getting around on."

"I'm glad you like it."

His mother coughed nervously and Sebastian was aware of her moving behind him, pouring drinks, offering him one which he immediately declined with a shake of his head.

"Your father is moving away to another country," she said, putting her tray down on the coffee table and casting a hope-filled glance at her ex-husband. "He may not be coming back for a good while and…"

"It could be permanent," his father finished for her, taking a drink from the tray and finishing it in one gulp. "So I thought I should come and see you before I left."

"You're moving away for good?" Sebastian looked from his father to his mother and back again. "Why? I mean… when? Are you leaving right now?"

How was he supposed to react to this?

"My flight leaves in three hours. I have a taxi coming for me soon. It's a new job, the money was so good I just couldn't turn it down and I don't really have anything to keep me in this country anyway."

Sebastian's mouth fell open, he looked at his mother again who blanched and looked away.

Nothing to keep him here?

He had nothing to keep him here?

"I brought this for you." He picked up what looked like an old leather box from the table. Sebastian wondered how he hadn't noticed it until now. "It belonged to my father. He gave it to me and, well, I guess it's family tradition to pass it down and as I'm unlikely to have another son I thought you might as well have it, you being a photographer and all."

He thrust the box Sebastian's way, not bothering to stand.

"I… I'm a programmer, not a photographer."

"I knew it was something starting with P." His father shook the box at him. "I'm sure you can make some use out of it anyway. It's a bit old fashioned, a Hasselblad I think he called it. Still takes photos apparently."

"I'm… not a photographer." Sebastian repeated, took the box and stared at it. He could feel pressure building inside him, bubbling in his chest, tightening his throat. He looked up. His father was checking his watch. His mother was wringing her hands.

"I'm a programmer!" Sebastian blurted, his words higher and louder than he'd expected. "I've been coding since I was twelve. I've been freelancing for five years. I'm making my own game and…"

"My taxi should be here in the next five minutes."

"Five minutes? But… but, you only just got here… you haven't even met my wife. You have to meet Lily. You didn't come to the wedding but you have to at least meet her. She's the best thing that ever happened to me!"

His father looked up at him. "Did you bring her with you?"

"No, she's out today, I…"

A ringtone sounded and his father immediately clicked a button and placed his phone to his ear. "You're outside now? Right. I'm on my way."

"Wait!" Sebastian desperately juggled his own phone from his pocket. "I have a picture of her, you have to see it!" He seriously didn't recognise his own voice now. Wondered who that was who was pleading so pitifully.

His father climbed to his feet, laid a hand on his shoulder as he walked by. "Tell you what, why don't you use some of your photography skills and use that Hasselblad to take a photo of Tilly. You can send it to me in Paris. I've left my address with your mother."

He walked out of the room. Sebastian stared at the empty doorway.

Empty.

Just like last time.

Time ticked slowly by. Silence settled on him like snow. Chilling him to the bone. He shivered. Started shaking uncontrollably.

"Sebby…"

His mother was approaching him. He could see her face through an icy fog.

"I'm so sorry…" she lifted a hand.

"Don't!"

She jumped, pulled back as though burned. But he could feel no heat. Only the cold. So cold.

He turned and left the room.

Robin burst into tears as Demetrius and Maru entered in his wake and ran to her side.

"Robin! What the hell happened?" Demetrius asked, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Sebastian just pushed past us with a face like thunder!"

"Oh my poor boy!" Robin sobbed. "My poor boy! I thought this would be good for him, I thought Liam had changed, I thought he would finally…" her voice broke and she sank back into her chair. "I should have known better. Damn him! And damn me, I've just made everything worse!" She looked up at her husband and daughter, determination forcing its way through the pain. "Pass me the phone. I need to fix this!"

Maru handed her mother the phone and, wiping her tears away, Robin made her call.

"Emily, could you take over for me?" Lily asked, scrabbling in her pocket for her phone. "I have a call and I'd better answer it."

"Sure, hun," the blue-haired girl grinned and took her place behind the counter, tapping her sister on the shoulder to continue arranging their new stock. "Who would have thought we'd do this well? Even I'm surprised!"

"I know," Lily responded with a good natured but weary smile as she pressed her phone to her ear. Her wares had been selling like hotcakes all morning and she was both happy and exhausted in equal measures. She had neither Emily's enthusiasm nor capacity for coping with crowds at this level and was already thinking fondly of her quiet home and her sweet husband.

"Robin? What's wrong? You sound so upset…"

Lily's face turned white as she listened to her mother-in-law's frantic words.

"Seb…" she clicked the button to hang up and let her hand fall limply to her side. She felt sick inside. Her chest ached. "Oh… Sebby."

Why hadn't she been with him?

Emily looked over at her, immediately aware something was wrong.

"Lily…?"

Lily's gaze snapped into focus. She turned and picked up one of the boxes they'd unpacked that morning. "I need to get home. Sebby needs me. Please…" she looked around imploringly. "Help me."

Emily quickly started to gather jars from their stall, nodding at her sister to do the same thing. "But we still have all afternoon…" Haley started to complain then took one look at Lily's face, sighed and went to fetch more boxes.

"It won't take long to get what's left sorted away," Emily said resolutely, packing with a mission. "And my little Herbie will get us home in no time."

Lily gazed at her two friends in gratitude. She hated to put them out like this, but there was no way she could stay here any longer, not after what Robin had just told her.

Just under an hour later they were back in the valley and quickly unloading what was left of Lily's produce outside the farmhouse. Lily was trembling with frustration, desperate to get to Seb, wishing she could just leave everything in the car and rush off to find him. He hadn't answered any of the calls she had made on the way home and she was frantic with worry for him.

"I think that's all of it," Emily called, peering into the back seat as her sister placed the last box on the pile. "Are you sure you don't want us to help you put it all away?

"No, no, it's okay, I'll see to it later!"

"All right, hun," Emily laid a hand on Lily's shoulder and she jumped, so wound up now that even her friend's touch was too much for her to bear. Emily smiled gently. "Go find your Sebby… and know that I'm sending both of you healing thoughts, okay?"

"I will," Lily said, feeling bad for her nervousness. "And thanks for getting me home so quickly."

"Think nothing of it," Emily said and climbed back into her car. "Now hurry up and go to your hubby!"

Lily forced out a laugh, waved at the departing car, then, the moment it was out of sight, turned and dashed into the house.

"Sebby!" she called his name as she flung open the door.

There was no response.

Her gaze fell on the kitchen table.

A pile of smashed metal lay scattered across it. A heavy hammer lay in the debris' midst. She could see dints left in the wood from the force that had been used to destroy the now unrecognisable item.

"Oh Seb!"

The door banged shut behind her as she ran back outside, fear clutching at her heart.

She had to find him. Had to make everything right again. Before anything terrible happened.

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moonlightpetalz6 · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1 (Praise Kink)

Character: Sebastian (Stardew Valley)

Reader: Fem Reader!

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

Wc: 4,795

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam

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

"Are you still at her place then?'

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

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

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moonsporemoth · 13 days

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I just love the fan made idea that the farmer isn't human at all, but instead a cryptic of sorts just owning a farm and being weird. Like chugging mayo, gifting eggs, fishing for hours, and looking through trash are all things humans do sure, but I just love the weird extent farmer can take it to.

#lgbtq #aroace #fandoms #fanfiction #genderfluid #autism #neurodivergent #autistic #stardew valley #stardew farmer #stardew fanart #stardew sebastian #stardew shane #sdv #sdv farmer #sdv evelyn #stardew #sdv fanart #sdv art

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nomazee · 1 year

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pry your way in

sebastian (sdv) x gn reader

word count: 4.7k (oh my god)

content: mutual pining, ROMANTIC TENSION, aggressive pining on the reader’s part, do they kiss or do they not, social anxiety (can u TELL), embarrassing situations, comedy (maybe) (hopefully) (maybe you’ll get a little giggle out of this and swing your feet around), so much build up, the slowest burn you could possibly get in under 5k words

notes: oh HEY guys so i went crazy again and i don’t think i’ve ever written so much in one sitting. this is insane. look at what this game has done to me.

part 1 part 2 (you are here) part 3

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All you need to do is drop off these stupid eggs in Gus’s fridge. That’s it. In and out and then you can go home and pretend that you did not stare at Sebastian for almost an entire straight minute in the doorway of the saloon.

He’s too busy playing pool, you think, and from the brief (many) glances you’ve taken at them, it looks like he’s pretty close to beating Sam. Your heart goes out to the blonde. One day, for sure, he’ll be able to get more than three balls in an entire game against Sebastian.

The fridge door is open now. No one notices you except for Emily, who gives you a kind nod and a smile. You don’t know if you should be upset by the fact that no one really talks to you whenever you go to the saloon unless you talk first, or if you should be incredibly relieved. It’s leaning to the latter, because you don’t think you could handle being looked at right now especially by Sebastian because good god the jellyfish thing was so embarrassing and you really hope he’s forgotten about it because oh my god you actually almost puked all over his shoes and what is wrong with you and—

“Farmer!” Oh god. It’s a woman’s voice. It’s Abigail, and despite the fuzz in your mind you can tell by the timbre of her voice and the fact that the shout came from over by the pool table. You managed to get two eggs in the container in the fridge before being ousted. Good job. You hope Gus’ extreme ginormous 24-egg omelet is worth all of this.

If you tried really hard, you could have played it off as if you didn't hear her at all. But then she’s walking over to you and you hear her footsteps and they’re light, friendly. Unfortunately, that does nothing to stop you from freezing up and feeling every individual cell in your body go taut.

Maybe she’s going to kill you, or something, because maybe you did actually puke all over Sebastian’s sneakers nights before this and your mind just blocked it out. Oh god. Well, this town was nice while it lasted. You hope they’ll bury you in a nice spot out of courtesy.

Turning to face Abigail, you manage to give her a shaky sort of grin and wave. “Oh. Hey. I didn't know you were here.” You are such a liar. And a bad one, probably.

“Yeah! Me and Sam and Sebastian.” You nod at that. A pause, and then, “Hey, are you busy tonight? We were wondering if you wanted to join us. We’re playing pool, but— um, it’s mainly just those two playing. They’ve got a rivalry going on.”

She looks back at them and watches, amused, and you do the same for a moment. Sam is in the middle of making some big joke-y scene, throwing his head back and groaning and swatting at Sebastian while the other man just barely ducks away from his attacks. They’re laughing, and elbowing each other and you look away before either of them notice that you’re watching with the intensity of a wild deer.

“Oh, I don’t know. Thank you. I don’t want to come if not everyone wants me to join.”

“Everyone does,” Abigail tells you, and she’s really telling you. With purpose. There is something in her eyes. Something imploring and meaningful and her lips are quirking up in some pretty and teasing smile, and you’re wondering what’s so different about the way Pelican Town people are raised to make them carry so much weight in their eyes. So much weight that it makes you dizzy. And nauseous. And now maybe you’ll puke on Abigail’s shoes, instead.

“Okay.” It comes out as a whisper from your shaky mouth. She only smiles brighter at you. You register that you’re still behind Gus’s counter and there are drinks being shaken and poured just steps behind you. “Okay, I’ll be over in a second.”

Great, she tells you, and then she’s turning around and walking away with a little jump and you might throw up because why did you agree to this? You did not plan on talking to people this evening. Not at all. And you’re wishing so hard that you had just dropped these eggs off in the morning. This is the type of stuff that happens when you don't just drop eggs off in the morning. Just your luck.

You shake your head, as if maybe it’ll rattle your senses into being ready to spectate a pool game and talk with people for at least half an hour. And Sebastian. You don’t think you could handle the intensity of just sitting next to him. You might throw up again. All over the pool cues and the fuzzy cloth of the pool table. And maybe Sam’s shoes. Everyone’s shoes are getting thrown up on this week.

Eventually, you make the walk out from the counter and consider just leaving through the door and telling Abigail later on that you just felt sick and needed to go home. It wouldn’t be a lie. You are a person of half-truths, most definitely.

But you don’t, because you like Abigail and you want her to like you too. By the look of everything she’s done for you, you’re fairly certain that she does like you, or at least more-than-tolerates you, and you would like to keep it that way instead of burning down all of your Stardew Valley relationships in a slow, painful fire. (And okay, yes, maybe it’s a benefit that she’s friends with Sebastian. So what.)

You blink. You’re in front of the three of them. Abigail and Sam are smiling at you and Sebastian is giving you a look. What is it with the people in this valley and their looks?! You have yet to be able to decode any of them. This is rough. So rough. You’re falling back into the uncomfortable feeling of otherness. Of just-barely-not-fitting. Like squeezing between a desk and a wall. Every other day you are walking through just fine, and the other days you are squeezing between this town and the people and everything you have yet to learn.

You might puke. You’re not making it out of this saloon alive.

“Hey, farmer!” Sam greets you, and your chest is struck with endearment over how everyone calls you farmer. Maybe it’s just because they forgot your name, but you can’t seem to mind it at all. “Are you joining us?”

“Oh, just for a bit,” you tell him. You can’t help the smile that takes over your face, warmed and sheepish. “And then I should go. But I’m a big fan of watching you guys argue over pool. Really, it’s very captivating.”

Abigail chortles, taking pleasure in the playful sarcasm you’ve adapted to. When Sam and Sebastian both follow suit in their own little laughs, your defensive habits slip away the slightest bit. And you can’t seem to find it in you to hold onto them.

“Less of an argument and more of a…” Sebastian pauses with a teasing glance at his friend. Your heart stops for no reason other than you being stupid and in love, and it only chokes you up when he directs his stupid stupid pretty eyes right at you. “More of Sam being a sore loser. It’s an easy win on my part, really.”

A snicker escapes you, undignified in how easily you let it out and how it threatens to reverberate against the walls of the game room. You’re holding onto yourself for dear life, trying to ground yourself in some attempt to maybe keep some of your dignity before it’s worn away through the course of the evening.

But Sebastian has this prideful simper on his face and it’s like he’s happy to make you laugh. Maybe it’s the loving delusions running through your head. But you let yourself dream, just for a minute.

Stupid boy. The urge to kiss him is slowly hurtling its way through your entire system, and it’s starting with your respiratory tract judging by the way you can’t seem to catch a breath. Stupid. Boy.

“You can sit down, you know,” and he nods his head to the pair of chairs behind him. “Stay a while.” His eyes are filled with a stupid teasing glimmer and you might pull him aside just to kiss that expression right off his face.

You won’t. Obviously. Because look at what happened last time you let your inhibitions run free. (Absolutely. Nothing.)

Maybe I will, you want to say, stay a while. Maybe I’ll stay forever.

You take a seat, and Sebastian is still leaning against the table with his pool cue in hand. He is looking at you, hesitant, with his mouth slightly open like he wants to say something. Before he can, Abigail interrupts.

“Wait, let me take over for you!” She says, rushing forward to steal the cue from him. “I want to play! You guys, like, totally monopolize the table every time we’re here.” Abigail’s eyes flit to Sebastian, then to you, and she continues, “Next time, let’s just play the two of us. You and me, farmer.”

There’s another big, stupid smile stretching your face taut and you hope none of them notice your cracked, drying lips. They’re peeling open from how much you’re grinning tonight and how much you’re not moisturizing them. “Of course.”

Sebastian is left with nothing in his hands once Abigail turns to aim her cue and hit the white ball (poorly) in an attempt to keep up Sebastian’s winning streak. With her and Sam occupied, you are left with the black haired man standing aimless in front of you. Again. And his eyes are trailing you, with purpose and a goal to speak. Again.

You throw his words back at him with, “Well, sit down. Stay a while.” And he does. And your stupid mind is wondering if maybe him following you so easily means something. Stupid stupid.

“How’s, um. Your stomach,” he asks, stunted pauses littering his voice as he tries his best to look at you. You don’t know what he’s talking about, and it must show on your face because he’s clarifying, “From the ceremony last week. I haven't seen you since then so I figured you must’ve been sick.”

Sebastian is prying. Not in his words, but in the way he’s looking at you. Really, really looking, and this feels like a repeat of last week and you are reliving a million and one things that you would rather never relive again.

Your palms are suddenly cold and you’re avoiding his gaze, body stiff with guilt. You’d been avoiding him for a week and you honestly hadn’t even noticed. It was like a subconscious response to humiliating yourself in front of the pretty boy that you’ve liked for weeks now. You hope he doesn’t blame you for that, somehow.

“Right. Um, I was fine. I’m fine now, I mean. I turned out fine. Sorry for all of that,” your feet are shuffling against the ground and you drag patterns into your pants to comfort yourself. “It was kind of embarrassing. To have you walk me home and then suddenly get sick. I really am sorry for that.”

“Don’t even worry about it.” There’s a sureness in his voice. When you find the courage in your lungs to turn and look at him, you’re met with a furrowed brow and steady eyes. It’s overwhelming you with ten different feelings, many of which are yelling at you to KISS HIS STUPID FACE. “Seriously. It wasn’t embarrassing, either. Things happen. I’m just glad you’re okay, now.”

Sebastian ends it with another one of his chest-aching, brain-melting, palm-sweating smiles and he’s doing that stupid thing with the corners of his mouth. He probably doesn’t even know he’s doing it, and that’s what frustrates you the most. Maybe you should tell him, but he would take it the wrong way and stop doing it and you wouldn’t survive without seeing that stupid smile. As much as it makes you want to tear your hair out if you look at it for too long.

You give him a firm nod. The rest of the night is easy conversation. You have one drink. Really, you make sure of it, because you haven’t gotten intoxicated in months and you really don’t want to see what drunk-you does in Stardew Valley in front of the sweet townspeople and the stupid pretty man in front of you. Said stupid-pretty-man follows suit, only having a pale ale and indulging in shirley temples for the rest of the night. (You punch yourself for finding it endearing that he likes such a sweet drink. Urgh.)

It feels like a parallel universe of the Moonlight Jellies celebration of last week. One where you are a much less awkward person (but, really, there’s just barely a difference between now and before), and where you offer to walk him home instead of the other way around. Your stupid infatuated heart skips a stupid beat when you ask him if you can walk him back, but it quells when he gives you an easy smile and agrees. You pointedly ignore the voice in your head telling you that he sounds almost enthusiastic.

Sam and Abigail wish you goodnight, and they’re both beaming at you in a silly way that makes you follow suit. Giggles bubble in your chest and you don’t even know why. You think they must just have those kinds of personalities, and you really couldn't be more happy to seep into it.

You don’t hold Sebastian’s hand on the way back. Not at all. In fact, you don’t even feel the urge to. You totally, totally don’t look at his hand swaying between you and fight the instinct to grab it and trace your fingers across his palm lines and the dips of his knuckles and all the scars he’s collected in his youth. You. Do not. Feel that way at all.

It’s easy conversation, yet again. It’s almost impressive how, even with how easily you seem to do the most mortifying, awkward things in front of Sebastian, you still slip into moments with him where you can talk like you’ve known each other forever. God. Something about this town. You can’t tell if you want to catch the next operable bus out of here or stay here forever. You feel that way often, actually.

Before you know it, you’ve cut through the city and ended up in the mountains and in front of his house. The lights are off. It must be super late, then, if everyone’s dead asleep like that.

Crickets chirp and buzz in the air. You and Sebastian stop walking in the middle of the large dirt patch that takes up his front yard. Now, you’re looking at each other, and he’s giving you his awkward stupid gorgeous downward grin. You hope that you’re giving him something at least half as pretty, with the way you feel your lips stretch and crack again. You really need to get lip balm from Pierre’s.

“It’s so late,” you mutter, because you don’t know what else to say and your heart is melting and slipping right out of your chest and onto the soil. “I guess I should go home.”

You hope—cross-your-fingers-say-a-prayer type of hope—that he hears the hesitancy in your voice. That he realizes you don’t want to leave. That he sees the fondness in your eyes and how you’re trying to soften every defense mechanism you’ve ever learned in order to pry into him, now. And you hope. Cross your fingers and say a prayer. That he wants that, too.

He hums a thoughtful, quiet sort of hum. Sebastian doesn’t move towards the door, or bid you a goodnight, or nod along and tell you he’ll see you another day. He waits. He is looking at you and prying you open and trying to gauge your reaction. To what, you don’t know, but there’s a static feeling in your head that tells you to wait and find out.

“Right,” he says finally. His voice and his mouth curl carefully around the word, and it’s there again—the pauses, the hesitancy. You see your habits in him and you are aching with the need to find out what he means. What this all means. And you’re feeling stupid, and so you wait, too.

“I think I feel bad leaving you to walk home,” Sebastian tells you. He’s speaking slowly, but not in a degrading way. It feels more like he wants the words to float to you and sink into the pores of your skin. And they do. They do, and it’s embarrassing, because now you’re sweating and hoping (again) that it doesn’t show on your face or your hands or the twisting of your fingers. “This is really far from the farm, you know.”

“I think I would know,” you respond, teasing and lighthearted and acting like there isn’t a saturated yearning weighing down your body right now. “I can manage. I’ve been in the mines, you know. Seen all the monsters down there and everything.”

He lets out a stupid breathy laugh and shakes his head. You hate how he acts so nonchalant, like it’s not obvious that you’re fighting the instinct to pick him up and shake him around like a bobblehead until his skull pops right off his neck. “Right, because there’s totally monsters down there.”

“There are! You can come with me one day. I’ll prove it to you.” And it’s risky, to entertain that kind of thing, the concept of you two spending time together alone, where no one can see. Sebastian takes that as a challenge, apparently, because the diffident tilt of his lips turns smug and he’s saying,

“Then maybe you’ll sleep over one day.”

Stttttupid boy. He’s stupid. The stupidest man you’ve ever met because now you’re really, really holding onto every last shred of your self-control. The thought of you in his house, with you both sleeping in the same twenty-foot-radius of space is making you heat up more than the valley’s summer sun. A frog croaks in a nearby bush. Nausea pools in your intestines.

And you’re a terrible person, really, because even though you’re sweating and lightheaded from the heat you’re entertaining the thought of you both sleeping in the same bed. And it’s ridiculous. Really. You’re both adults who are perfectly capable of sleeping in the same bed without it meaning anything. Any particle of logic that enters your brain is vaporized by the heat of it. Your stomach is twisting and you swallow around the lump in your throat.

He’s watching you. Still watching. Waiting for something to happen. The look he’s giving you is bordering on defensive, as if he’s anticipating a rejection. Stupid man. By now, he should realize you’re not prone to giving him rejections, of all people.

“Maybe I will.” By some grace of whatever higher power is listening, you choke out the last puddles of your strength into a hopefully-confident tone of voice and the last words you have left in you for the night. It’s not a rejection. You hope he understands that. And he does. Oh, he has to understand what you mean by now, because he’s biting his lips and still. Looking at you. And waiting. All he does is wait. And you glance down and see his hands twitching at his sides. And you are going to do something. Something.

Oh, god. You’re thinking, Oh, okay, this is what this is, and he’s doing his stupid smile and the corners of his lips tuck in and you’re staring at them again. Really, really staring at them. You hope he notices. Your fingers are twitching now, too, almost aching with the need to hold something—to hold him and his twitching hands and spin them around in yours like a fingertrap. You want to get stuck and woven together, just for a moment. An aching, hurting, burning, devastating moment.

It’s all you want. It’s all you’ve wanted for weeks now. And there’s a heat in your chest and your fingers and your head. Fingers twitching, eyes unblinking, and hands sweating; you wait. Wait for him to come closer. For him to do. Something. Soon.

It’s an impossible task for you. You are not one for initiative. Never have been, not since you left your stupid office job and took up your place on this stupid farm and fell in love with this stupid man. Initiative is a daunting, horrifying, overwhelming concept, and all of your ambition has been drained from you ever since you planted your first parsnip in the ground.

But but but. And this is how it always goes with you and Sebastian. But but but. There’s something about tonight. Something about tonight and the last week and the week before and the seasons before this that have carved this open wound into the middle of your diaphragm. Without even knowing it, Sebastian has clawed his way between your lungs and made an uneasy home in your heart. It’s disgusting, and maybe you’ll cough up all this adoration right on the doormat of his family’s house.

How long has it been? How long have you both been standing here like idiots and waiting and breathing and staring? How long? You are asking yourself too many stupid questions. Initiative. You think of it again—and now your hands are on Sebastian’s shoulders and you don’t have half the mind to wonder when you stepped closer.

You are not slow in your movements. Not at all. You are urgent and desperate and aching, but you give just enough time for him to pull away. In the back of your head, you wish that he’ll pull back and leave you empty and cold. But there is a warmth seeping through the cloth of his hoodie and tonight, you are stupid.

You’re staring for just a moment before you close your eyes and surge forward slow enough for him to stop you, but fast enough that he won’t get the chance to look at your embarrassing, longing, yearning face before you kiss him.

Because that’s it. You’re kissing him. You’re kissing him, with your hands gripping his shoulders with bruising strength, and with your feet planted into the ground to stop yourself from either floating or flinging yourself into the lake. You’re kissing him. And he’s not pulling away. And his hands reach to touch your elbows gently. For a moment, you think he’ll shove you down and run away, but his fingers are tapping along your arms, leaving a buzz in your bones and your head and your heart.

You. Are kissing him. You are. You fucking. Did it. Joy floods your buzzing body and you hope he can’t hear how loud your skull is vibrating, how intensely your chest is rattling. Or how heavy your hands have become on his shoulders and how much you’re pushing back against him to get further, to pull him into you and you into him and pour in everything you’ve ever felt straight to his lungs. You’re kissing him.

And he’s warm. So warm. Unexpectedly so, and you feel your entire body heat up in innocent adoration and you want his fingers to curl around your forearms and ground you. His hands shift, and for a minute you think he might pull away, but now he’s dragging his fingers in small paths up your arm, above your elbow and brushing your shoulders. Ggggggggod. God. You’re gonna scream into his mouth and slap him. Stupid man.

In reality it lasts for a second, but the rush of feelings and thoughts and screams and cries that overwhelms your body makes it feel like it’s an hour. (At least ten minutes, maybe.) You wonder how he feels. You wonder if he’s trying to pour everything into you through this, too; or if maybe, he’s a normal fucking human being who is just kissing you to kiss you without all the grandeur and flourish and waxing poetic. Unbothered, you realize you won’t mind regardless of which it is.

Your eyes are closed, and you hope his still are, too, because if he opens them and sees you you might throw up all over him. For the fortieth time this week.

“Sebas— oh!”

And. There’s a voice and a distressed exclamation. It’s Robin. Holy shit. It is his mother.

The man you just spent an hour kissing (read: five seconds max) takes a moment to realize what just happened. You, on the other hand, have a ridiculous supercomputer in your head and you have long since figured out what just happened. You cannot believe this. This is embarrassing. A trip back to Zuzu City is well deserved now.

“I’m— so sorry. Oh goodness.” Robin is being way too polite. You’d thought for sure she would’ve yelled at you and banned you from coming to the mountains ever again. You already kissed goodbye to both Sebastian (literally) and your mining career. And half your fishing career.

Sebastian’s face is flooded in color. It’s soaked in red and radiating heat that you can feel even with the ten-foot distance you had placed between yourselves. He’s not looking at you or his mother, eyes instead fixed on the patch of torn up dirt behind you.

Finally, you process that Robin is the one apologizing to you, which is ridiculous and you wish she would’ve just pushed you into the river and screamed at you instead. You wish these people would’ve been a lot meaner to you already, and then maybe you would have never worked up the gall to kiss the man you’re stupidly in love with and cause this whole ordeal.

“I’m so sorry,” and you’re the one saying it this time. You turn to look at Robin fully and resist the urge to fall to your knees and beg for her forgiveness. Tonight, you committed a mortal sin—giving her son a big fat heart-stopping kiss on the mouth right in front of their house—and you can only be forgiven by death, and death alone.

There’s a confused look in her eyes, almost worried, and you think you might be actually shaking enough to launch yourself into the stratosphere like a space cannon. Instead, you channel the energy into completely turning yourself around and running away from the both of them.

Disastrous. This night has been disastrous. You would’ve rather actually puked on everyone’s shoes instead of going through whatever the hell that was. You’re never going to catch a break in this stupid town with these stupid people and stupid Sebastian and his too-sweet-for-her-own-good mom.

When you get home, you’re panting in exhaustion from sprinting across the valley, and your nerves and head are still buzzing and your lips are still warm from Sebastian’s being completely and willingly planted on them for about ten whole seconds. Your brain is too fried and melted to even consider the implications of everything you both just did, but you can’t seem to care.

You’re embarrassed. Wholly and utterly humiliated, and for a moment you cross your fingers and pray to whoever will listen that you won’t be a topic of discussion during Robin and Sebastian’s family dinner with everyone else.

You take a moment to catch your breath (an impossible thing) and finally collapse into your bed. You’re staring at your ceiling for what feels like hours, but you have a very poor sense of time and don’t trust that judgment at all. Everything settles in your head like mud shaken in a jar of water. And you smile. Dear god. Despite it all, you’re smiling and giddy and laughing to yourself, riding a high of schoolgirl-type-infatuation and post-kiss-adrenaline the weird, cruel excitement of the night.

You kissed him. You kissed Sebastian. You. Fucking. Did it.

The rest can be worried about tomorrow. Or maybe the day after that. Maybe even never, because you are absolutely going to avoid everyone and move in with the wizard instead, living in isolation for the rest of your life. But for now. You swing your feet and giggle like a twelve-year-old and replay the kiss in your head. Over and over. Like a sleep aid. You fucking did it.

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peeweekey · 14 days

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cliff talk | sebastian x reader

word count: 2.1k

summary: sebastian brings you on a ride.

tags: emotional hurt/comfort, slight angst, dialogue heavy, sebastian and reader have a heart to heart

a/n: i never thought i'd be writing for the emo boy but here i am. hope you guys liked this as much as i liked writing this! :D

Like the green rain phenomenon or the cute little junimo creatures that live in the community center, there’s always something new to experience in the valley. As odd as it might be.

Hunched over, tending to your crops—is like living in wait, the calm before the storm, the thrum of anticipation as you await the next exciting thing.

Like today—now.

“Ah, there you are.”

The garden shears in your hands are dropped into the thick down crawl of growing fruit. You look up, squinting your eyes due to the warm beat of dying sunlight.

“Sebastian?” you pause, looking up at him from your spot amongst growing melon vines. Your overalls smeared with dirt and damp with sweat—this is the last state you’d want to be seen in.

“Hey farmer,” The keys dangling from his index finger jingle as he gives you a close-lipped smile. “Wanna go for a ride?”

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The place Sebastian stops at is quiet.

But not in the way most people think—the valley is never quiet, birds chirping, the breeze singing through tall grass and the rustle of branches swaying slowly. You’re aware of the sounds in the recesses of your mind.

The view is breath-taking.

The sun set long before you arrived on Sebastian’s cliff side spot. It’s cool and grassy, ticking your ankles as you walk through the field. The air, no longer warm but a cool breeze that you greedily inhale.

You stop right before the edge, there’s a big drop that you'd rather not slip and fall into. Zuzu city lay just under the horizon, a smatter of light in the otherwise now-dark forest. A cluster of flashing lights that remind you of stars—that have fallen and gathered from the night sky.

“Amazing, I know.” Sebastian says, a few steps behind you. He’s leaning against his bike, staring at the same view as you. “Zuzu city is miles from here, but there’s so much light—you can see it even from high up.”

You fold your arms, turning your back at the view—facing him. “Well, it is nicer from afar.”

Sebastian gives you a look, then nods his head to the grassy patch behind him. “Mhm. Let’s sit?”

You settle down together, side by side. You, him, and his motorbike beside him—there’s barely any space between your legs. You feel the warmth of proximity—so close. What you’d give to bridge that gap once and for all.

“Want a drink?” he asks, pulling out a beer bottle from his hoodie pocket—your brow raises, a miracle it didn’t break on the way. “Only got one though.”

You shrug, taking the bottle. It’s warm—warmed by his body heat. “S’okay with me. We’ll just have’ta share.”

He looks at you, eyes momentarily flickering to your lips as you use your teeth to pop the bottle cap off. “I guess we do.”

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The beer is settling warmly low in your stomach, loosening every tightly wound muscle in your body. You feel weightless, the edges of your mind made fuzzy.

“I’ve been savin’ up a lot,” he suddenly says, picking absentmindedly at the blades of grass underneath him. “Almost have enough too. Once I do, I’m skipping outta this town on my bike.”

You nod your head. “It is a pretty cool bike.”

“Mhm,” he drawls, patting the side of his motorcycle—almost lovingly. “It’s gonna take me all the way to Zuzu city.”

“Zuzu city,” you repeat slowly, feeling the sound of the words in your mouth. It’s unpleasant, Zuzu city is a place you’d rather leave behind. You look down at the view of it, squinting. “Why go there?”

He pauses, inhaling the cool night air deeply. His fingers itch—like they’re searching for the comforting hold of cigarettes he so enjoys.

A part of you wishes you didn’t ask. Difficult conversations and cliff sides don’t mesh well together, you think. You don’t dare move a muscle as you wait for him, your eyes drifting back to the glittering light-filled view of Zuzu city.

“It’s suffocating here—everything about the valley,” he replies mirthlessly. “I live in the basement of my mom’s house for fuck’s sake. I know how she looks at me, like she could’ve done so much more to make me less of a shitbag. Maybe she could’ve, I don’t care. It’s way too late now.”

A low whistle escapes past your lips. You swirl the beer bottle loosely in your grip. “I see…”

Sebastian narrows his eyes at you, scoffing. “You’re pretty shit at comforting words, y’know that?”

“Harsh,” you look at him quizzically, shoving the beer bottle into his hands. He accepts it immediately. “What do you want me to say, Seb?”

“Nothing,” he smirks, downing a generous gulp of beer, the bottle is a little less than half full now. “‘m just teasing. Don’t gimme that look. I didn’t want comfort anyway, I’ve had enough of that. I want you to tell me the stone cold truth.”

“Promise not to get pissed off?”

Sebastian clicks his tongue against his teeth, then smiles. “Depends on what you say.”

“Wow, guess I’ll have to lie.” you joke.

“Hey—”

“Kidding.” You laugh softly at his pinched expression. His eyes narrowed—lacking any real aggression—at you as you poke harmless fun.

You grin, slowly turning back to the view. “You won’t find yourself there,” you say simply, taking a slow sip of beer, the smoothness of it running smoothly down your throat. “Believe me, I’d know.”

Sebastian turns to face you, irritation spelled out in every feature of his face.

“Smartass…”

“Hey, you asked for the stone cold truth,” you lift your fingers into air quotations to emphasize your point.

“Tch. Tell me this then. If I can’t find myself there, or here in the valley. Where the hell do I go?”

You pause, clicking the bottle with your nails idly. He’s irritated obviously. But you think more frustrated and confused than anything.

You sigh, then smile. The valley hasn’t been the kindest to its resident shut-in.

“Mid-life crisis at 24,” you tease gently, poking at his side. Sebastian shoots you a heatless glare. “Don’t worry too much Seb, your hair is gonna turn gray.”

“Ha-ha,” he replies sourly. “You talk as if that isn’t the same reason you moved to the valley.”

“Hey, I gave a generous amount of my life to Joja,” you snort, shifting your feet into a better resting position. “I paid my dues over there before I found some semblance of peace here.”

“I can’t just sit around and wait my whole life.”

“Then don’t,” you reply simply. “God knows I wish I followed my dear old gramps’ footsteps sooner.”

“It isn’t that simple.”

“Yep. It isn’t. It does get easier though.”

“You say it so easily.”

��Sometimes, it just is.” you reply. “Only sometimes, though.”

For all you remember, your grandfather absolutely adored the valley, though he couldn’t convince you in the height of your angsty teenage phase to do the same. You’re long past that now, life didn’t go as planned and you ended up right where your grandfather said you would be.

Funny, how fate works so mysteriously, so weirdly.

You shake that thought away, turning to Sebastian—who has the same contemplative expression as you.

He’s silent, thinking. His fingers grasping and twirling the drawstrings of his hoodie. “You never told me the story.”

“Well,” you purse your lips, handing him the bottle. He drops the drawstrings to grab it. A wordless agreement between the two of you to share what remains of the liquid. “You n’ver asked.”

“I wanna hear it,” he says, looking at you at the corner of his glittering obsidian eyes. “please?”

“How polite,” you laugh, he lightly hits you on the back of your head with his palm. “Ouch. No need to be rough w’me, I’ll tell you.”

You clear your throat with an obnoxious ahem. “Once upon a time…”

“—C’mon farmer, stop messing around. I wanna know your story,” he interjects, and it almost sounds like a plea. “No theatrics.”

Your lips flatten into a grim line. He’s being unusually insistent on the topic. But now that you think about it, you haven’t told anyone why you moved into the farm. Not your mother, not your father, and definitely not anyone else in Pelican Town.

Sebastian may be your first, you think to yourself—innuendo unintended.

You hug your arms closer to your chest, the cool draft sliding over your skin—making you shiver. No better way to battle the uncomfortable situation with an even more uncomfortable conversation. You take a deep breath.

“I was a fresh graduate when I started working at Joja—worked my way up from customer service to marketing. Crazy, right?” you chuckle, though it sounds hollow even to you. “All the pretentious proposals I would write and those useless meetings that’d take forever. There wasn’t a day where I didn’t hate my 20 year old self for starting at Joja. 5 years down the fucking drain when I quit. Let me tell you, it’s the best decision I made in my stupid corporate slave life.”

Sebastian says nothing, he hands the bottle back to you, which you take a generous swig of. You grip the bottle tightly around its neck, the warm feeling of alcohol loosening your tongue.

You exhale deeply through your nose. “I was in my cubicle when I just ‘bout had enough—by the way, I hate that they’re called cubicles, I felt like a number in some executive’s spreadsheets instead of a living breathing person.” all that talking and your throat itches for more of the sweet burn of alcohol—you oblige it with another weighty gulp. “Grandpa left me this letter, told lil’ old me not to open it until I really, really needed to. Now that I think of it, he knew.”

Your voice cracks by the end of it. Your tongue feels way too thick for your mouth. And your eyes blur—there seems to be twice as many stars as usual.

Sebastian stays quiet, reflective even. Though his hands have stilled, and he feels closer than he was earlier. It’s warmer, you think.

If he asks, you’ve decided you’ll blame it on the alcohol.

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You and Sebastian talk for hours after, the bottle of beer being passed between the both of you too often. You feel a tad tipsy—having drank the lion’s share of beer. Your head lolls onto your arms as you talk about everything then nothing.

There’s a fair moment of silence that blankets the two of you after—certainly not uncomfortable. You feel Sebastain knows the fact more than anyone. He seems to thrive in the quiet moments.

“I don’t think I’m leaving the valley any time soon, though,” he says softly, breaking the tranquil silence.

So he’s been thinking. “Why so?”

He shrugs his shoulders, taking the final sip of beer that finishes the bottle. “Something’s makin’ it worth staying a little longer.” His eyes meet yours, albeit for a second—before he refocuses on the cliff side view.

Ah, you understand.

Suddenly, alcohol isn’t the only thing making you feel so warm. You thank the stars for the dark, for hiding any warm pinkness in your expression. You smile, more to yourself than anything. Taking the bottle from him, brushing your fingers over his perpetually cold ones.

The bottle is lighter than it was at the beginning of the night—your shoulders too, less achy, less stiff. With all that weight off of them, you can afford to be less wound up.

You tip the bottle over the grass, nothing but a single drop comes out. You watch it fall and drop into the grass. “Good. This something thinks you’ll come to like it even.”

Sebastian tilts his head, a tentative smile playing on his lips. “That’s presumptive.”

You shrug, smirking. “I have a sense for this type of stuff.”

“Really now?”

“Mhm. I don’t just lie for no reason. And my senses are telling me you’ll be alright.”

You hear the silent hitch of his breath, the momental widening of his eyes and the tremble in his jaw. It saddens you slightly, no one has probably reassured him of it before.

God knows you needed some while working at Joja, you’re just returning your dues to the universe—and to him.

He laughs softly, and bitterly. His fingers twitch again—for that darn cigarette. “God, I sure hope so.”

Sebastian will be just fine, you know that. And it’s about time he knew it too.

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wrrrenff · 5 months

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How the Stardew Valley Bachelors React When the Farmer Injures Themselves

TW:// slight injury

Ahh... The crops have all been watered and the animals all have been fed. I deserve a snack!

The farmer starts their trek back to their farmhouse, thinking about what they might throw together in the kitchen. Suddenly you adorable pet bolts in front of you trying to chase a bird, and trips you! You land hard on the ground. You groan, your body feeling sore but overall fine, and get up. You dust yourself off only to notice that you landed on some sticks and they scraped up your arm pretty bad. It honestly didn't really hurt. It did look pretty ugly though. Hopefully no one will notice it once it's all cleaned up...

Harvey:

'Hey Far-'

Notices IMMEDIATELY

I mean c'mon of course he does. HES A DOCTOR

Doctor mode activated

Asks if he can take a closer look and fully inspects your arm

Asks what you used to clean it and scolds you when you say you just rinsed it off

Drags you back to his office and properly washes and bandages you

He's been so worried about what caused this the whole time but doesn't ask. He want you to share the cause only if you're comfortable

Let's out the biggest sigh of relief when he finds out it wasn't anything serious that caused this

Is on your ass making sure you are properly cleaning the wound and changing your bandage

Will softly kiss your bandages and forehead

'Thank yoba you have such an attentive doctor to take care of you'

Alex:

Despite how tough and nonchalant Alex may seem, I think he would be pretty worried and maybe even a little squeamish toward your injury

He does get injured sometimes playing gridball but the man is clueless when it come to caring for those injuries

He would usually just go to his grandma for help... which is exactly what he did with you

'Grandma can you help the farmer? They're hurt pretty bad. I-I just want to make them feel better'

After Evelyn patches you up, he grabs a blanket and something from his room then suggests you two go take a walk on the beach

Once at the beach he lays out the blanket and you both sit

That's when he pulls out his mothers music box and opens it, letting the soothing music play

'Mom would hum this while taking care of me and it always help me feel better. Maybe it'll be the same for you'

He will hold you and kiss you to help you forget about your pain

Shane:

I feel like he wouldn't notice immediately. Maybe 2 or 3 days after it happened and it's already pretty scabbed over

'Woah farmer, did one of you chickens get you?'

Tries to keep it together but is freaking out inside

Buys you a drink to 'help with the pain'

Gets a drink for himself to calm the fear of other things that could hurt you

Starts taking more 'walks around the valley' just to stop by the farm and make sure you stay safe

Sam:

'How'd you get that mean scrape farmer?''

He wasn't even fazed

He almost immediately assumed you just hurt yourself farming

He knew it couldn't be serious since you were still acting like your usual self

Sam has had some nasty injuries from skating around so he was a PRO when it came to cleaning and bandaging

Kept on you to change you bandages

Once he got a bad infection from not cleaning his scrape enough and he DOES NOT want you to have to deal with that

Will force you to hang with him and watch movies/eat snacks to keep you from overexerting yourself

Elliot:

If he sees your injury fresh I fully believe this man would faint

'Oh darling what happened? Did someone hurt you? Was it an animal? O-oh it was some... sticks? Those dastardly sticks!!"

Man will treat you like you broke you arm

I'm talking, making your food for you, drawing you baths, tucking you into bed, even doing your farming for you

You insist your fine but he wont hear it

Will cover your arm in kisses to make you feel better

Stays on top of cleaning your wound

He will definitely take inspiration from this moment for his novel

Sebastian:

Noticed it as soon as you walked into his room

He didn't want to say anything about it but you noticed his eyes were basically glued to your arm

His mind immediately went to the mines since he's seen you go in and out many times while he goes out to smoke

Is so relieved that is was just from some stupid sticks

He will absentmindedly rub the injury lightly when he's sitting near you

Lets you lay in his bed while he works to make you feel better, definitely not because he wants to keep an eye on you and make sure you don't hurt yourself more

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sdv-roseglass-farm · 1 year

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Sebastian x fem reader, fem oral smut

Thank you @marmorafarms for reading over it and giving advice <3

TW smut, oral sex (fem receiving), somewhat sub Sebastian, fluff

The rain steadily falls above me, causing my clothes to stick to my skin. My left hand rests behind me on the rock, helping me hold myself up with my left leg thrown over Sebastian's shoulder. I look down, noticing his eyes closed as he buried his face in my cunt. His tongue deep inside of me, with his nose brushing against my clit. My right hand tightens on his wet hair as I let out a moan, causing him to tighten his hold on my hips, trying to push himself even closer.

His tongue continues to brush against the walls of my pussy, swirling around, causing my nerves to feel as though they are being set alite. Every so often, his tongue brushes against my clit causing me to feel as though electricity is going through my body. I squirm against him, while he laps up my wetness messily, drenching his face with it, intoxicated with the taste of my pussy.

He looks up at me, his glazed over, hooded eyes connecting with mine. His face is flushed and drenched, seeming under a trance. He sucks gently on my clit, causing my to throw my head back with a groan. "Don't stop," I murmur, unsure on whether he could hear me over the rain patter around us, "It feels so good, you're doing so good."

I tighten my grip on his hair, tugging at it gently, causing him to moan. The vibrations of his moan pushes me over the edge, the pleasure causing my thighs to tighten around his head. My arm gives way with my orgasm, causing me to fall back onto the rock I am leaning on. My cunt clenches around his tongue, as it feels as though my whole body is on fire, contrasting with the cool rain hitting my skin. I moan, squirming due to the exploding pleasure, unable to focus on anything other than the intensity of my orgasm.

After my orgasm passes, I gently push Sebastian away from my sensitive cunt, where he was busy licking up my wetness, causing him to whine. My face flushes when I look down, noticing his face smeared with my wetness and swollen lips, before giggling slightly. He looks up at me, before raising an eyebrow in question - his face flushed before he softly kisses my inner thigh.

"It is a good thing it is raining." I state before leaning down and kissing him. He chuckles, before getting up and helping me stand.

"More like it is a good thing my Mum is busy on your farm, Maru and Demetrius probably think I am still in my room." He replies, helping me tug down my skirt and readjust my shirt.

I hook my thumbs into the belt hoops on his jeans, tugging him closer, before wiping some of the wetness from his cheeks with my sleeve. He kisses my forehead softly, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "I need to go and get this job request done, can I still come over this evening?" He asks.

I nod grinning, "You are always welcome to, it will probably be a lot more comfortable to continue on a bed than here."

He flushes, smiling cheekily before taking my hand as we walk out and head back to his house. "It is better here than at mine, I would rather my Mum and Demetrius don't hear what we are up to. I would never hear the end of it."

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jellyaris · 1 year

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Sam and Sebby, drawn for my Dandelions sequel, Sunshowers. It's a continuation that focuses on the development of their relationship :D

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heavenlyraindrops · 2 months

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Change With the Seasons| Stardew Valley| Sebastian x Reader

♡♡♡♡♡♡ Chapter One: Moving In

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A/N: This is just gonna be a cute romance between Seb and the Farmer, aka Reader. If It’s also available on AO3 and Quotev. I’d visit the masterlist if I were you, since it contains trigger warnings + the story blurb (summary/ synopsis)

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Chapter Summary: After moving in and getting accustomed to life at the farm, you happen to meet a certain someone on a rainy day by the docks.

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The wind whistled through the trees, snaking its way through your hair and causing the leaves to skitter. Immediately the breeze died down as soon as it picked up.

You had just finished speaking to Major Lewis. Robin, the carpenter, however, had decided to stick around for some more conversation, an idea you weren’t completely against yet weren’t completely welcoming towards either.

“You should definitely get to meeting all the townsfolk,” Robin said, eyes surveying the wooded, overgrown land. They flicked back to yours, and she smiled. “It’s not everyday we get a new person here in Pelican Town. So they’re all very eager to meet you.”

You smiled and nodded, as she continued:

“And you should meet my kids too. They live with me in the Mountains, oh, the mountains…”

As Robin went off on a long rant on how wonderful and fresh the crisp air of the mountains were, you looked out at the farm stretched before you. It was covered in rocks, wood, overgrown grass and trees. You winced at the thought of having to clean it all up.

“Anyways, I won’t keep you any further!” Robin smiled, and left.

You proceeded to dump your luggage on the bed, which creaked under the weight, and rolled your sleeves up. The first thing on your list today, you decided, was to go into town and see how it was. You had, after all, dropped your safe, stable life in Zuzu for this.

The walk to the village wasn’t too long. You picked up a daffodil along the way, with no other reason than finding it pretty. Immediately you arrived at what seemed to be a clinic. You peered in, but it was closed. The building next to it had a large sign. Pierre’s General Store. A calendar nailed to the wall caught your attention- it was listing all the events and birthdays in town. A specific day seemed to jump out at you: Flower Dance.

You’d have to ask Mayor Lewis about that.

You put your hand on the door handle to Pierre’s store and pushed, but the doors refused to budge. It must have been locked, too. You checked your watch. It was only seven. That explained it.

You wandered down a little, taking in the buildings and houses. You squinted at a small figure in the distance, loitering near a couple of flowers. Seemingly very interesting in them.

As you moved closer, you realized that it was a little old woman, tending to the flowers. She smiled at you, and you smiled back. “You must be the new farmer. Welcome to the community, dear. I’m Evelyn. You can call me ‘Granny’ if you like.”

You flushed at her kindness. “Alright, Granny.”

She smiled and nodded, before heading inside a small blue house, claiming to go bake some cookies.

You exhaled slowly, staring at the flowers. The spring sun seemed to glow off of everything, yet the breeze was cool. You felt a faint smile growing on your face. You’d like it here, in Pelican Town. You knew it.

A week had passed. So had your doubts.

Everyone in the town had been kind to you so far- so far, being the keyword as you hadn’t met many people yet. You’d woken up that morning with rain lashing down, pattering on the roof, echoing through the small cottage. With watering your rather small number of crops being taken care of, you’d decided to devote the day to fishing at the docks, ever grateful for the rather flimsy bamboo rod Willy had gifted you.

The rain was pouring down harder than when you had left as you arrived at the docks. Your hair stuck to your forehead, slick with water, droplets of it rolling down your cheeks. You carefully picked your way across the docks, which had grown slippery. The sea was choppy, and occasionally hit against the supports of the docks but they were fortunately high enough from the water level. Yet still a few salty drops sprayed onto your face now and then.

Being as drenched as you were all ready, you just decided to sit down on the edge of the dock, before casting out your rod. You didn’t even notice the man already sitting next to you amidst the whirling wind and drops of rain and seawater. You shivered, cold, before glancing to the side and-

“Oh!” You jumped in surprised, almost toppling off the dock and into the angry sea. “H-hello.”

The man stared at you in silence, the black strands of hair obscuring his face, making it unable to be seen properly, before turning back to the sea. “Hey.”

You’d never felt awkward with the people in Pelican Town until now. You forced a nervous smile, tilting your head. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there. You don’t mind if I sit here, right?”

He dug his hands into the pockets of his black sweatshirt, the moody look on his face deepening. “Whatever,” he muttered, then said under his breath, “The ocean’s better enjoyed alone, though.”

Your own frown hardened into a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?” It hadn’t even been ten seconds since you’d met this guy and you were already starting to feel a growing dislike for him.

“Nothing,” he said. You noticed the eyeliner around his eyes getting slightly messed up from the rain, and stared hard back out at sea. So much for everyone in the twon being nice. You must have jinxed it, or something.

“What’s your name, anyways?” You asked, taking another stab at being friendly.

“Sebastian,” came the blunt reply.

You stared at him again, for a moment. He caught you staring, and raised an eyebrow, an action which for some reason made your heart pound. “What?”

“Nothing.” You turned your attention back to the fishing rod. The weather was becoming harsher now, your clothes completely drenched through with droplets rolling down your face and arms. Thunder rolled and lightning flashed, making you jump and let out a small noise. Sebastian smirked and you glared at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, clearly mocking you in such a subtle way you wouldn’t expect. You scowled, feeling something tug at the rod. It was a soggy newspaper. Feeling your face burn with embarrassment, you picked it up and scrunched it up in your hand before getting up and stomping down the dock, back towards your farm.

“Nothing,” You muttered, mockingly. That day, you decided.

You do not like Sebastian.

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prettyboypistol · 9 months

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Multifandom x Reader Masterlist and Socials! (both sfw and nsfw)

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TEAM FORTRESS 2

Mercs x Romantic!SO (M!Reader)

Mercs' Wet Dreams (M!Reader) nsfw

Mercs Reacting to Safeword Use nsfw controversial??

How to Seduce the Mercs!

Mercs x Shy!Reader (M!Reader)

First Respawn Panic Attack Comfort(M!Reader)

Valentines Headcanons

Random Headcanons

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How the Mercs Like to be Topped(M!Reader) nsfw

Mercs Thanksgiving Headcanons

How The Mercs Jerk Off (M!Reader) nsfw

How You Fluster the Mercs (M!Reader)

How the Mercs Kiss!(GN!Reader)

Mercs Being Jealous Over You! (M!Reader)

Mercs Having a Gay Awakening!(M!Reader) nsfw

Mercs Keeping "Us" a Secret! (M!Reader) nsfw

How The Mercs Manage Anger

Mercs Walking In On You Changing! (M!Reader) 16+

Mercs x MessySleeper!S/O(GN!Reader)

Mercs Get Kabedon'd (Mercs x M!Reader) 16+

7 Minutes in Heaven! (Mercs x M!Reader) 16+

Mercs Realizing You Have a Voice Kink! (M!Reader) nsfw

Mercs Comforting You After a Stressful Day (M!Reader)

Telling The Mercs You're Autistic(GN!Reader)(shitpost)

Pride Month Headcanons 16+(shitpost??)

Mercs Falling For a FWB (M!Reader) nsfw

Mercs Giving Head for the First Time (M!Reader) nsfw

Mercs Getting Head for the First Time (M!Reader) nsfw

Calling the Mercs "Good Boy"(GN!Reader) nsfw

Mercs Walking in on Self-Stimulation (M!Reader) nsfw

First Time With the Mercs (M!Reader) nsfw

Turning The Mercs On Accidentally (M!Reader) nsfw

Hitting on the Mercs (M!Reader)

Mercs Crushing on the New Guy (M!Reader)

Mercs Crushing, but non-merc reader (M!Reader)

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SUPPORT CLASS- Calling You a Good Boy!(M!Reader)

SNIPER- With a Short Boyfriend! (M!Reader)

SNIPER- Eating You Out Headcanons (FtM!Reader) nsfw

SNIPER- Fucking Around, Finding Out(M!Reader) nsfw

SNIPER- Secrets of an Isolationist(M!Reader) nsfw

SNIPER- Relationship Headcanons(GN!Reader)

SNIPER- Flustering Sniper (+art)(GN!Reader)

SNIPER- Rough Day's Lament (M!Reader) nsfw

SNIPER- Passenger Princess (M!Reader) nsfw

SNIPER- First Haircut! (xFTM!Reader)

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ENGINEER- Leg Disability Meet-Cute/Comfort (M!Reader)

ENGINEER- "Hey Daddy" (M!Reader) nsfw

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SCOUT- Cheerleader Reject(M!Reader) nsfw

SCOUT- Daddy Issues(M!Reader) nsfw

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PYRO- Drawer Shrine of You (GN!Reader)

PYRO- NSFW Headcanons nsfw

PYRO- Meet the Pyro(GN!Reader) nsfw

MEDIC- NSFW HEADCANONS nsfw

MEDIC- Oral Exam(FtM!Reader) nsfw

MEDIC- Lonliness Comfort(GN!Reader)

MEDIC- Unreliable Nurse (M!Reader)

DEMOMAN- Friends With Multiple Benefits (M!Reader) nsfw

SPY- NSFW HEADCANONS nsfw

SOLDIER- Fluffy Drabble

SOLDIER- Private Inspection nsfw

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STAR TREK

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CAPTAIN HOOK

Meeting to Relationship (M!Reader)

STARDEW VALLEY

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axolotlwrites · 7 months

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Every Little Inch

A Stardew Valley one shot

Male Reader x Trans Sebastian

CW: unsafe sex, cum, and just a little helping of fluff, also not beta read lol

A late night foray into the mines yields a beautiful gem for the love of your life, Sebastian. But the end of the night calls, so there's no more time for that kind of excitement tonight... right?

A rush of warm air quickly runs across your skin as you step into your house, a shiver running through your body as you lean against the front door. Your body is exhausted from your usual foray into the mines, that ever descending labyrinth of precious ore and dangerous monsters. But it was worth it. Oh, so worth it. You drop your bag to the floor, knees aching as you kneel next to it and open it, the majority of it filled with ore, medical supplies, and coal. But, as you dig through the bag, you finally feel the soft, smooth surface of that perfectly formed gem. Despite the conditions of its storage, unprotected from the raw ore, it's still just as smooth as when you pulled it out of the rock. Never once had you seen a frozen tear with a scratch on it, even in the most dire of circumstances. A perfect gift for the love of your life… in the morning. It was far too late to wake him up for this, even if he liked the gift. So, you picked up the bag one last time, and finally went to your bedroom.

Sebastian was already asleep in bed. He looked so peaceful and sweet, his face relaxed, and a tiny smile on his face. Slow and quiet, you put the heavy bag down near the chest at the foot of your bed. You prepare for bed quickly, stripping off your clothes with an unneeded speed. As you get into bed, you're only wearing your undies and a smile. You lay next to him, the weariness and exhaustion running through your body as you finally rest, but you aren't quite ready to fall asleep. You scooted closer to Sebastian, getting as close to spooning him as you can, trying not to wake him. You want to sleep, but you want to feel his body close to yours far more. An arm is wrapped around his waist as you plant your head in the crook of his neck, a small smile crawling across your face as you feel the warmth of his body against yours.

You were clingy tonight, that much was clear. Throughout your attempts to sleep for the past half hour, you'd practically crawled all over Sebastian. At this point you were starting to suspect that he was still awake with the ease with which you were able to switch cuddling positions. Eventually, you had ended up with your hand under his shirt, feeling his soft, lean stomach and your legs tied around his. This position is so close and intimate that your thoughts start to wander… you can't help but think about his cute face and his tight waist. Eventually the thoughts wander to his nice ass, your body pressed up against it, your tangled legs leaving little else to go. Your cock is starting to press against his boxers, your face heating up as you try your hardest to keep it away from his ass. You don't want to wake him up, and you sure as hell aren't going to do anything to him while he's asleep.

You desperately try to gather up all of your willpower to push the horny aside and sleep. For Yoba's sake, you needed it after the harshness of the mines. But Sebastian was just so… enticing, all of the time, and he knew it. Which is why when you tried to scoot back away from him to make some space and relieve the pressure on your imprisoned cock, he moved with you. He trapped your body against his, grabbing the arm that had been around his waist and keeping it close. "You're not going anywhere, pervy." You shivered, letting out a small moan as he continued to grind his ass against you. Through the small shots of pleasure running through your cock, you manage to whimper out a stifled selection of words. "How long have you been awake?" At that, he chuckles lightly, before bending back and putting his lips to your ear. "Long enough to know that you're pent up and just can't help yourself, love." He kisses the tip of your ear, before whispering, over and over, sweet nothings. Dirty things about how much he wants you, and yet, loving things too. Expressions of affection and gratitude interlaced with confessions about just how much he wants you.

Your willpower shatters underneath his continued teasing and flirting, quickly giving in and peppering him with kisses. From his neck to his jaw, to his cheek, and down to his back, no spot that can comfortably be reached is safe. But it's not enough. For either of you. He's borderline leaking through his boxers, a large wet patch at his front. Despite your flustered, whimpering state, you finally manage to gather your courage and take the initiative. You flip him from his side to his stomach, as you move to settle yourself behind him, upright. He's face down, ass up in front of you, boxers just waiting to be slipped off as you take in the sight. Sebastian looks so delicious, his back arched, butt up in the air as he looks back at you. "Is this okay?" You ask, your hand rubbing his back as he settles into his position. He pushes back against you, looks you in the eyes, and nods. "Go ahead, baby. Fuck me."

You waste no time, quickly moving up his back and to his waistband. You pull his boxers down his legs and to his knees, not even bothering to pull them off all the way before going for your own. In your position, it's easier to take your boxers off and fling them into some unknown corner of the room. Honestly, you didn't care. You were far more focused on dipping your middle finger between his folds, stroking his sex and preparing him for your cock. Sebastian whimpers under your touch, his hands grasping the sheets tightly. "So sensitive, huh, Sebby? So good for me." He moans as you push your finger knuckle deep inside. He squirms under your touch, his hips moving back on your finger, trying desperately to take more of what isn't there. "Please, baby," he pleads, "put another finger in me!" Decoding not to tease him much further, you dip your index finger inside of him as well. You fuck him on your fingers as he moves his hips, soft moaning and whining being his only form of communication. "You take my fingers so well, Sebby… I love seeing you like this." You can tell however, by the growing volume and frequency of his moans, that he's getting close to cumming all over your fingers. But, you want to make him cum and spasm all over your cock, so you quickly pull your fingers out of his hole, denying him his orgasm.

Sebastian whines, looking back at you from the pillow as he glares at you. "Don't worry, Sebby. You'll get your release." You settle in behind him once more, grabbing your sensitive cock and pressing it against his folds. You rub it against his hole, teasing him as you lube up your own cock with his juices. He squirms underneath you as your shaft rubs against his nub, a small shiver running through his body. Sebastian gives you a pleading, begging look as he wiggles his ass. "Stop teasing me baby, please." You laugh, kneading his ass as you steady yourself against him. "Alright, Sebby. I'll give you what you need."

Finally, you push into Sebastian, your cock being surrounded by his tight, warm walls. He moans your name, desperately trying to push back against you as you hold his hips in place. You lean over him, placing your hand next to his head as you push into him with long, slow strokes. You start to pull his hips into you in time with your movements, the sounds of the small clapping of your hips against his fill the room, along with his steadily rising moans. You try your best to keep your composure, but his body is an insurmountable force. Your moans combine with his to fill the room, and you can't contain yourself from running kisses along his back. The physical feeling of his body against yours is only surpassed by the emotional feeling, the love in your heart spilling out into your words. Moans interlaced with praise and affirmations, true love spilling out in an almost divine show. "L-love you, Sebastian… so much." His hand grabs the wrist next to his head as a smile runs across his face.

You start to move faster, your movements more primal in nature as the pleasure takes hold of you. You gently bite his shoulder as you push deeper and faster into him, a grunt escaping his throat as you pump into him harder and harder. You feel him spasm and shiver around your grasp, his walls constricting around you as he cums around you. Sebastian whines softly into the pillow as you start to chase your own pleasure, his hand still tight around your wrist. You could fuck him into this bed all day and all night, but your body has limits that it's quickly approaching, limits that you're pushing in every stroke and every groan and every thrust. All good things must come to an end, however, and as he comes down from his orgasm, you go up into yours. You collapse into him as you cum, filling him up with your load as you moan out your gratitude and love for him. Your orgasm lasts a while, your cock throbbing and pumping rope after rope inside of him. Finally, your orgasm subsides, still collapsed against his back, your cock going flaccid inside of him. In one last act, with the last amount of energy you have, you fall to the side onto your side of the bed, pulling him down with you.

You spoon him as you both calm down from a most pleasurable evening, your hands wrapping around his stomach as he lands facing away from you. Sebastian turns around in your arms, however, and places his hands on your cheeks. "I love you. I love you so much." He quickly closes the space between you, holding you close as your lips lock, and your bodies wrap around one another. Every little inch of space is filled in as he kisses you, love permeating your body as you hold your beloved in your arms.

As the kiss ends, his head resting on your chest as you hold him close, you realize that it might never get better than this. Except maybe when you give him that frozen tear. But that's for tomorrow, not today.

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stardewlily · 21 days

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Part Two of Everything To Me

A Stardew Valley fan fiction about the relationship between Sebastian and my farmer, Lily. The second part of a new drama-heavy mini-series. Part one is here for those who missed it.

Notes: This is another story that bit the dust during my recent bout of depression. I think it was up for less than a day before I deleted it and only had one note but still, I'm sorry to that one person for their disappearing bookmark!

Synopsis: Seb & Lily deal with the emotional fall out of his father's visit until a trip into the mines causes fresh trouble

Cast: Original Female Character, Sebastian, Abigail

Contents: Established Relationship (Married), Mental Health Issues, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drama

Warnings: Abandonment Issues

Sebastian stared out over the water. He was sitting at the end of the abandoned dock near the tide pools. It was peaceful here. Nothing but the sound of rolling waves. He loved this place. It was where he had proposed to Lily.

Lily.

He blinked. Wondered why his vision was so blurry. He wished she were here right now. For some reason the waves weren't soothing him as they normally did. He still felt so cold inside. Had felt that way ever since he left his mom's. Ever since he'd smashed that camera. Ever since…

His dad had left.

Again.

He shook his head. The static was still there. Was it ever going to go away?

He was so alone. His vision blurred even more. Always alone.

It was what he deserved. Wasn't it?

"Sebby…"

That voice. That sweet sweet voice.

"Lily…"

He looked up. Oh Yoba. He needed her. Needed her more than anything.

He let out a broken cry and reached for her.

"Lily, he did it again! He left again... Why, Lily? Why? What did I do? What's wrong with me? Why does everyone always leave?"

"Oh Sebby…"

His eyes were huge, his tears endless. She couldn't bear to see the face she loved full of so much pain. She flew to him, tears streaming down her own cheeks, threw her arms around him, pulling him to her as she collapsed to her knees beside him on the dock.

"You didn't do anything, Sebby," she crooned as his arms snaked desperately around her and he buried his face in her chest. "There's nothing wrong with you, it's not your fault, sweetheart, it's not your fault!"

"Lily!" he sobbed, clutching her so tight she could barely breathe. "Don't leave me, don't leave me!"

"I'm not going to leave you, Sebby," she said, stroking the silk of his hair and rocking him gently, heart aching with sympathy for him. "I'm never going to leave you. Never. You mean the world to me. I love you, I love you so much!"

"Lily, I'm not going to let anyone leave me ever again, I swear it! I'm never letting go of you, Lily, I'm never letting go of you!"

He held her as close as he could. Now she was here the static was gone, her warmth had chased away the cold and the waves could soothe him again. He sighed into her chest. Lily. His precious wife. The one thing he could never lose. He would do everything in his power to keep her with him. With him forever.

Sebastian smiled as he took a sip from his latest 'World's Greatest…' mug. Ever since his father's visit Lily had been an even bigger sweetheart than usual, treating him to so many silly little things that he'd been completely overwhelmed. She had come back from town the day after his initial upset with a mischievous grin on her face and every morning since then he had received his coffee in a new mug that had proclaimed him in turn to be a multitude of things, including the world's greatest husband, lover, musician, programmer and philosopher amongst others.

She had cooked his favourite foods for him every single day and had even invented some new ones. This morning she had woken him with a breakfast éclair iced perfectly in the shape of a little keroppi, his latest 'World's Greatest Froggy Boy' mug sitting right next to it. He had laughed so hard when he'd seen the tray and when she'd giggled and told him how she'd had to get that mug specially printed he had pulled her into bed and shown her just how much he deserved his 'World's Greatest Lover' mug.

Along with all of that she had put up with his endless moodiness with not a single complaint. And he had been moody. He knew he had. All of his old abandonment issues had resurfaced with a vengeance and he had vacillated between periods of bitter introspection, locking himself away for hours at a time, to clinging to her so desperately that he had literally not let her out of his sight, constantly holding onto her, touching her, following her around everywhere like a lost puppy. The deep, dark, broken part of him, the part that expected anger and rejection, had instead been blessed every single time with her sweet smile, her ready embrace and a supply of love so endless and constant that he'd been brought to tears time and time again with the knowledge of just how lucky he was to have her in his life.

And now, for the first day in ages, she was gone. He looked up at the clock and tried not to feel nervous. He knew she had left for a good reason, working on a job to help the town fisherman, Willy. The old man apparently wasn't meeting his quotas and was panicking so much about his poor catches that Lily, kind hearted as always, had offered to help him. Sebastian hadn't wanted her to go but knew he couldn't keep her at his beck and call forever. He also knew that he really needed to get on with his own work and so had kissed her goodbye as she headed off to the lake with her fishing gear, wished her luck, then spent all his time ever since counting each minute until she returned.

He shook his head and tried to turn his attention back to his work. Everything would be just fine. She hadn't really been gone that long and when she returned he was already planning to cook her favourite meal to show how much he appreciated her.

He sighed and started coding. Yes, everything would be just fine. He knew it.

Lily pulled her wire basket up out of the water and smiled to see it nearly full. She'd had a really productive couple of hours at her old lakeside fishing spot and hugged herself at the thought of how relieved Willy would be when she brought her catch to him. She set her bait and cast again, thinking she might as well take a little more advantage of her good fortune. There was always room for a few more, after all!

She was already thinking ahead to after her trip to Willy's shop, humming happily to herself at the thought of being back with her Sebby again. She was so busy with her daydreaming that she didn't hear Abigail's approach until the girl sank heavily to the ground next to her, frown on her face, rucksack and pickaxe on her back, sword strapped tightly to her waist.

"Hmph!" Abigail declared meaningfully, tugging vengefully at the grass near her knee.

"Abby!" Lily exclaimed. "You made me jump, I didn't hear you come up!" She looked over at the goth girl, wondering what was causing her black mood. "What's wrong?"

"My stupid dad," Abigail pouted. "He saw me practising with my sword and went absolutely ballistic. Started spouting all this crap about how young ladies shouldn't wield weapons, that I shouldn't even be thinking of going into the mines, that I should just go home and help my mom with the dinner!" She looked up at Lily indignantly. "Can you believe it? I told him how the mines can't be that bad 'cos Gil never even gets out of his chair, plus you go in the mines all the time, but he just rolled his eyes and started mumbling something about you being a bad influence!"

"Well, I used to go in the mines," Lily said, trying to keep an eye on her float as Abigail began digging ferociously at the ground with a stick she had found. "But I don't anymore. It can be dangerous, you know?"

"Oh, don't you start too!" The stick snapped and Abigail tossed it aside in disgust. "I thought you'd be on my side!"

"I am on your side," Lily sat down beside her. "He had no right to say those things to you, it was pretty sexist really."

"Damn right it was! He's so fucking archaic, I can't believe it! Well, I'll show him! I'm gonna go in those mines, right to the deepest level, get the biggest diamond I can find and shove it right under his nose! That'll show him what young ladies are capable of!" She climbed to her feet and marched off in the direction of the mine entrance, a determined expression on her face.

"Abby!" Lily struggled to her feet, calling after the rapidly departing girl. "Are you sure that's wise? If you're going to go into the mines you should really start with the lower levels, the monsters farther in are…"

She trailed off. Abigail was either too far away to hear her or just refusing to listen.

She frowned and looked at her fishing line. Dammit, she didn't want to leave her spot but she couldn't let Abby go getting herself into trouble. She was one of Sebby's friends and she didn't want to think about how upset he would be right now if anything bad happened to her.

She groaned and set off after her, hoping she still had time to catch up before anything stupid happened.

Yoba, Abigail could move fast for someone carrying such a big pack. Lily had already lost sight of her before she finally came to the mine entrance. She wondered momentarily if she should go to the guild to fetch Marlon but decided against it, the guild building was too far away, by the time she got there Abigail could already be deep in the mines. If she could just get to her before she had the chance to properly set out, all would be well.

She hurried through the doorway and ran over to the elevator. Her heart sank when she saw it set to level eighty. She had hoped that Abigail had only been joking, that surely the girl would know how dangerous those deep levels could be.

She jabbed at the recall button, heart hammering in her chest as she tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for it to arrive. Ah, how could it take so long? She needed to get down there fast. If only Abigail hadn't made it to the ladder yet.

The door pinged open and Lily jumped inside, realising only as the door slid shut in front of her that she didn't have a single weapon on her. Nothing she could even use to defend herself with.

Well, she would just have to hope that it wouldn't come to that. There weren't always monsters on every level, after all. Sometimes when she had gone mining she had passed a whole day seeing nothing more threatening then a few nervous slimes. She began to tap her foot again as the elevator whined its way down.

Yes. Maybe she was worrying about nothing. She just needed to get down there and talk some sense into her, that was all.

The elevator ground to a halt and the door pinged again. Lily was through it before it had even finished opening, looking frantically around the room for some signs of Abigail. There was nothing to be seen and her frown deepened as her gaze fell on the ladder leading down to the deepest levels. There was nothing for it. Abby had gone down there and so she would have to, too.

'I'm sorry, Sebby,' she said to herself as she clambered down. 'I know I promised you I'd never go in here again but it's for a good reason and I'll be straight back out.'

She sighed. She hated breaking her word, especially to him.

"Abby!" she called out as soon as her feet hit the bottom. "Abby, where are you?"

"Lily? Is that you?"

Lily let out a sigh of relief as she turned and saw Abigail on the other side of the cavern, sword in hand, peering back at her, monster-free and completely safe in the dim light of the torches fixed at varying intervals along the walls.

"Abby, thank Yoba you're okay!" she started making her way over. "You need to come back up with me right now, it's way too dangerous on these levels!"

"Are you joking?" Abigail laughed. "There's nothing here! I didn't know you were such a scaredy-cat, Lily. I'm going down to the next level, I don't see any rocks worth breaking here."

"Abby, no!" Lily reached out, watching in dismay as Abigail descended to the next level. "Ah, dammit, dammit…" she ran over to the ladder, fear piercing her heart as she heard a high-pitched scream from below.

"Abby!" She slid down the ladder so fast she could feel the skin burning on her palms. "Abby!"

She landed in a pile of rock dust and turned to see Abigail cowering back from the group of shadow brutes she had disturbed with her sudden entrance.

"Abby," Lily spoke with utter calm, though her heart beat so fast she was sure she was about to die. "Get back here right now, don't try to fight, you don't stand a chance."

The shadow brutes turned to look at them, there were four, it seemed almost as though they had been talking amongst themselves, a small circle of stones lay at their feet, like some kind of gathering spot. Not for the first time did Lily wonder if they were actually as mindless as people liked to think.

"Lily… oh, Lily…" Abigail whimpered and fell, scrabbling frantically backwards as the brutes climbed to their feet.

"Get back here," Lily hissed, "and give me your sword!"

Abigail screamed again as the shadow brutes darted for her as one. She dodged them just in time, turned a desperate gaze towards Lily, tossed her the sword.

"Get up the ladder, now!"

Time seemed to slow to a crawl for Lily. She somehow managed to catch the sword by its hilt. Stepped between the brutes and her friend. Watched as the girl threw herself at the ladder. Began to pull herself up it.

Then she turned to face the brutes, sword raised high in her shaking hands.

"Fetch Marlon!" she cried in the moment before they descended on her.

Abigail stared down in horror as Lily disappeared beneath a roiling black mass then turned and ran for the elevator door.

"Marlon," she gasped as she sank into the corner of the elevator, shaking like a leaf. "Have to fetch Marlon."

And then she put her face in her hands and wept.

"Oh, Lily, I'm so sorry!"

The frog mug slipped from Sebastian's grip and smashed to the floor. He stared at the shards and his shaking hands. What the hell...? One minute he had been drinking calmly and the next minute a shock had run right through him, like something terrible had just happened.

He looked at the clock.

Lily. Something had happened to Lily.

All of a sudden he was sure of it. She needed him. Needed him right now.

He shot to his feet, grabbed his helmet and bike keys and ran for the door.

All the way down the mountain road his heart was racing, he couldn't shake the sickening sensation that something was wrong, he was off his bike and running before the sound of the engine had even fully died away.

He ran as fast as he could, lungs tearing as the lake finally came into view. His eyes scanned the water's edge frantically, finally coming to a halt on the empty fishing spot.

Where was she? Why wasn't she here? Turning to look at him with a smile on her face. Like she should be… just like she should be…

"Lily…" his voice was a broken moan, he barely recognised it as his own. "Where are you?"

His phone went off in his pocket, he slapped a hand on it, wrenched it to his ear.

"Seb!"

It was Abigail. She sounded terrible.

"Oh Seb… it's Lily… I… I'm so sorry…" he could hear her crying… "this is all my fault… aaah… you have to come to the mines right now… there's been an accident!"

Sebastian's knees gave way. His phone fell to the ground.

His world went black.

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hegoeshardasfuck · 1 month

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dogs like praise too

wordcount: 0.9K

tags: sub Sebastian, dom reader/player, praise kink, outdoor sex, handjobs, whimpering for the win, gender neutral reader/player, no petplay

synopsis: Sebastian only figured out he wanted to be used and fucked after he married you, thankfullly 'making love' was a tenderness that didn't appeal to either of you

note: my beautiful swagless emoboy billiards player husband should get dominated and i wrote this in one hour after my friend mistook his wrench for handcuffs in the winter sprites. hope ya'll enjoyed and if ya did consider dropping a like or checking the Ao3 port.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54598753

You learned really fast that Sebastian would whimper in bed, unapolagetically so. He'd even say 'nya' if you wanted him to, which he was grateful wasn't that often. Not unless you really wanted to get to him at least, really wanted to get under his skin and force him closer to the edge with words and demands instead of touch.

It worked too, and maybe the fact he enjoyed it was what got to him the most. The fact that despite all odds he enjoyed being put in his place got to him when he'd never even considered it.

Sam always wanted to take it slow, never further than the simplest of sex between friends, he was scared of parts that he kept locked up. Abigail always wanted to be used in the same way he's learning to love, she liked it rough and so did he. But only now is he learning he likes it rough better when hands are tangled in his hair.

That he likes it fast and hard in the dead of night or broad daylight on the ground or on the bed. He likes gasping for words and choking on spit and holding on for dear life when he didn't know sex could whip him into such a state. It left his brain numb as you called him a good boy and he whimpered and moaned and just took it. He found a perverse pleasure in being used, whether it was his mouth you were monopolizing or his ass, he liked it. An unsteady gait or a sore jaw he'd willingly take both as consequence for being yours as long as you needed.

"You're such a good boy," You murmured against his ear, he was pressed up against a fence this time. Your breath was hot on his skin and waged war with the cooling autumn air.

Sebastian can only nod, eyes shut and lips sealed as to not be too loud so soon. You'd barely touched him yet. His grip tightens on the fence nearly to the point his knuckles turn white. He whines wantonly as you nip at the column of his throat, knees shaking as your hands dip past the hem of his boxers.

You give a humming sort of laugh, "You're so sensitive." He squirms as you tease him, words snaking through him and sinking into him. They feel good. He registers them as a sharp pleasure, prickling across the expanse of pale skin.

"I am?" Sebastian managed, voice cracking with a type of lust he'd ensnared a very long time ago. A type of lust he was never allowed to explore with his friends or his dates because they wanted him to do the work in sex. He feels a slight discomfort as you press him further against the bars of the fence.

"So sensitive, shocked you haven't already cum." One hand rests across his chest, slid up under his jacket and popping each individual button. The other keeps a steady pace that keeps his knees weak and his struggle for balance strong. "But despite that, even though you're trying to put on a show and impress me by being so quiet and having so much stamina, you're still such a good boy."

A wrecked and untrained semblance of his voice spills our with a desperate, "Oh god." He slumps against the fence, knees rested on a bar and your front flush to his back. He's panting, breaths catching and inconsistent as he still tries not to moan.

"Go on," You urge like you're the devil on his shoulder, devious and sinister with sadistic charms to your speech.

Sebastian whimpers and mewls and even moans, he bit his inner cheek until it nearly bled to be a show off. To prove he can dominate, to prove he can have control, to prove a lie that you can see through. He's seeing stars now, they crowd out the corners of his vision as he lurches to the edge with a blend of words and touches.

You grip at his shoulder from under his shirt, nails digging into flesh and fabric rising past his midriff. He shudders at the sharpness in his flesh as you speak, "Cum for me."

And he does exactly as told. You can feel his breath hitch the moment before and then he's breathing harsh and desperate. Your name filters out between moans and breaths as he crumbles a bit more in your grip. It'd be a pathetic display if he were anyone else, dropping the reigns and handing them over so easily.

But you like it, someone so sure of himself breaking apart for you. Defiant at moments and with the physical strength for mechanical work. Sharp and distant and attempting to be mysterious with a dart always on hand. A billiards player whose never heard of defeat and is no condition to learn the concept. Yet he comes undone in your fingers so easily, like frayed fabric.

"Good boy," You murmur.

"Yours, your good boy." It's all his frazzled mind can come up with at the moment as he nods and shakes. He presses against you as you raise your hand to rest at his hip for support, "Oh god, Y/N."

You step back and help him not sway and tumble with his steps, "Aftercare time." You say it lightly, almost teasingly, but more out of care for Sebastian. You can't have your husband walking around in such a state, you gotta take good care of him, especially after making it known who makes him feel the best. Who caters to his needs and keeps him satisfied romantically and sexually in ways no one else has yet.

Sebastian groans softly as he follows you precisely, "Okay." He wants to curl up against you but he knows you have farm duty firsthand. Knowing that won't make him turn down whatever aftercare you have planned for him.

#stardew valley #sebastian x reader #smutfic #smut fanfiction #lemon #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #please excuse me while i think about pegging him

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panickingpansexuality · 1 year

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Hear me out

Elliott helping the guys with Poetic Rizz to woo potential partners.

I'm seeing like they gather at his place and there's a chalk board and he's writing as he goes on ideas on what not to say on what to say and then they all practice on each other.

Of course there are some laughs as expected but when Sebastian Rizzes Elliott with his everyone looses it to the point that class is cancelled for the rest of the day.

I feel like it wouldn't just be Poetic Rizz it would also be how to treat your partner and what to talk about and helping people be more comfortable with their soft side. Then it grows to a guys meeting on talking about relationships and dealing with problems emotionally. A soft safe space for the all the guys of the valley

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the-masked-ram · 4 days

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Everything I Can't Say- Sebastian x GN!Reader

AN: inspired by this song (also posted this on my phone so gotta do the title of this weird)

I am yours- Andy Grammer

Cw: N/A

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Sebastian wasn't sure when he started welcoming the sunrise as much as he welcomed its setting. Maybe it was your influence. Maybe it was the way he knew if he woke up just those thirty minutes before you, he could watch the different colors creep across the bed and paint your skin.

No, he knew when it started happening. It started when he moved in with you. When he woke up with you every day, just like he fell asleep with you every night.

He never thought his life would revolve so much around one person. He never saw himself as a sappy romantic. Yet, here he was, brushing a thumb across your jaw as you snuggled further into the pillow just inches away from him.

The pink and orange from the growing light on the horizon colored you in a beautiful blush. If Sebastian was a poet he would write about this. If he was an artist he would draw this. He wanted to immortalize you as you were now and then again in the same position a year from now only to do it over and over. He would never get enough. He was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you.

Now, if only he knew how to express himself, if only he knew how to worship you properly. But he didn't, he never would, that wasn't who he was. So he did what he could, pressed a feather-light kiss against your shoulder blade and then one on your spine, and you turned with a sleepy giggle.

"What're you doing?" You asked, sleep slurring your words.

He hummed a laugh out against your bicep, "Showing you everything I can't say."

You didn't understand, you were too tired, but that didn't stop you from pulling him to you. That didn't stop you from reciprocating his every touch and kiss. Because even if you didn't under his words in your hazy state, you felt his meaning through his actions.

#sdv sebastian #stardew valley #sebastian x reader #drabble #fanfiction

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peeweekey · 18 days

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Sebastian likes frogs. Emphasis on the word likes.

He appreciates them, they do good for the environment. They eat up all the nasty flies that buzz around the mountain lake, too. He doesn’t have to worry about mosquitos snaking on his blood while he smokes. It’s just a plus that he finds them cool and interesting.

Which most people find weird. Sebastian thinks it’s weird that they find it weird. Frogs aren’t going out of their way to bother people.

Yes, he likes them. They’re his favorite animal, certainly.

But favorite is not enough for him to want to smooch a frog.

“Sam, I’m not gonna fucking kiss a frog.”

“C’mon! It’ll be like the movie!” Sam teases, insistently shoving Sebastian to the frog innocently sitting on a park bench. “Who knows, maybe it’ll be your very own froggy princess—”

“Didn’t the girl turn into a frog when she kissed it,” he shoots back, elbowing Sam backwards in the gut. The blond lets out an overdramatic hiss of pain, bent over and clutching his stomach. “Abby, back me up here.”

“I never watched that stuff,” Abigail shrugs, watching with amusement. She makes no move to help at all, comfortably resting against the wide wooden posts of a fence. “Watched a lotta cartoons though. Phineas and Ferb is my jam.”

“Not about the movie,” Sebastian grits exasperatedly. His brows knitting together in frustration “The frog.”

“Mhm, go on,” a cheshire-like grin on her face. “Kiss it, Seb. A big smooch right on its slimy mouth.”

Sam eggs him on, the pain of being elbowed magically disappearing. “Do it! Do it!”

Sebastian presses his lips tightly together. There’s no use resisting once Abby and Sam band together. They’re a force to be reckoned with like this—demanding and overbearing. Sebastian exasperatedly wipes a hand over his face, shooting the poor frog a sorry look.

Sam pushes him one more time, he gives him a stony glare in return. “Fuck—alright! Stop being so damn loud, you’ll scare it away.”

The frog in question croaks slightly, like it senses the trio talking about it. He gives it a wary glance.

As he slowly approaches, Sebastian can hear Abby and Sam’s satisfied sniggering behind him. They roped him into doing another stupidly outrageous thing for the umpteenth time.

He sighs, he really needs better friends.

Mustering up all his courage, he bends down, almost eye level with the frog, resting a hand on the wooden grain bench on where it’s perched upon.

He screws his eyes shut and goes for it.

Sebastian’s lips connect with the frog’s slimy, almost rough skin. So fast and featherlight that it can barely be considered a kiss. Cold against his lips. He pulls back immediately after, wiping any residue off his lips with the back of his hand.

The frog jumps, croaking with,what he assumes is, alarm.

“See?” Abby laughs, ruffling his hair good-naturedly. “No princess in sight. You didn’t turn into a frog either!”

“Man,” Sam snickers, patting him roughly on the back. Sebastian groans with every smack. “It would’ve been cool though, if you turned into a frog. We’d have a frog drummer in our band!”

Sebastian shoves his unruly friends off. “Yeah, whatever. Let’s get going. The frog is probably traumatized.”

“You can check that off your bucket list,” Abby teases, a smirk playing on her lips. “Kiss a frog before I die. We’ll tell the story for generations.”

Sam howls with laughter, Sebastian feels absolutely mortified.

Before the trio could make any move out of the park, a cloud of green smoke curtains the frog, so thick and so unusual. Sebastian unconsciously backs away from it.

“What—woah,” Sam says, more mezmerised than shocked at the green smoke pouring out of the frog Sebastian kissed. “What is that?”

“The fuck if we know, Sam!”

“Boys, boys, shut the fuck up. Look.”

Abigail points at the fog. It grows and grows, stopping and dissipating once the whole bench is covered with the green mist.

The frog is gone—disappeared into thin air. Instead, a not-so-frog shaped person sits. You blink up at Sebastian slowly.

Woah, woah.

He feels his heart accelerating—for all the wrong reasons. An unusual thumping sound that vibrates all throughout his body—his fingertips, his stomach, his toes. Where there should be fear and panic and definitely fear, Sebastian feels exhilaration.

You’re pretty.

It’s also pretty horrifying for him to think—and feel.

You blink slowly—a frog-like trait that cement his suspicions. You’re staring up at him as he stares back down at you, curious meets bewildered. “…”

His eyes are wide, scanning each and every part of your now not frog-like features. Sebastian feels cold sweat dripping down his forehead—a stark temperature difference to the heat in his cheeks. “Oh—oh shit.”

“Uhm… ribbit?”

Another thing he blames on Sam and Abby—his horrifying attraction you; the person, not the frog.

He checks that off his metaphorical bucket list, too.

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