#stardew fanfic

[lurvly-malice]

"I wish I could've realised sooner that I loved you"

pairing: Sebastian X GN!Reader (no gendered terms used x)

summary: Just sebastian reflecting on his experience with the farmer and realising a little too late about his feelings for them

warnings: a little angsty but not really

A/N: first fic uploaded here! I saw the prompt on Pinterest "I wish I could've realised sooner that I loved you" and just wanted to write this so pls be nice or I'll bite x

He remembers the buzz that spread through Pelican Town about a new farmer coming to town. The excitement didn't grip him like it did the others. Instead, he just thought, 'Why the hell would anyone move to this shithole?'. But then came the day when you first crossed paths with him—or rather, when you sought him out, you sought everyone out, eager to make friends. You approached him with a bright look in your eye he couldn't reciprocate at the time. You asked questions, so many questions, though he didn't always bother with full answers. Yet, you didn't seem to mind, simply smiling in response.

In fact, you seemed to seek him out persistently, showing up wherever he happened to be. He couldn't help but wonder, 'Who the hell would want to hang out with me so much?' And hang around you did—always, it seemed. He had to give you credit for your persistence. It never occurred to him that you sought him out specifically, remembering every little detail he let slip during your conversations. Heck, he couldn't even recall half the things he shared with you. Conversation had never been his strong suit, especially not with someone new. It was just another trivial aspect of this mundane town.

And then, there were the gifts. Those moments when you'd approach him with that smile, hands hidden behind your back as you presented a small trinket, like a frozen tear he offhandedly mentioned he thought looked cool—a token of your affection. He didn't usually receive gifts, except from his mom or Sam on his birthday and Christmas. He never really cared for them either. It was a gesture that caught him off guard, and yet here you were, offering him one on a random day for no apparent reason. Little did he realize then how commonplace such acts would become, or how often you thought of him, or how much thought and care you put into each token you gave him, but he did always make sure to be careful when handling your gifts. And he had to admit, a small smile would tuck at the corners of his lips every time he looked at them, not knowing how much he would begin to treasure them. He had to admit, it was nice, you were nice.

You were an awfully good listener, and even better at making him talk, which was irritating. Given that you always talked to him, he supposed you rubbed off on him, it just seemed easier to talk about things with you. He wished he'd listened to those details more in the beginning, perhaps even given you gifts of the things you said you liked. It turned out he didn't mind listening to you; he actually enjoyed it. He remembers a lot of it, like how you wished you played the keyboard as well as him, and how he offered to teach you, light-heartedly but never did. He wished he did now.

He remembers how he got annoyed whenever you initially tried to talk to him, thinking you were just dragging on the conversation for the sake of it. That turned to confusion when you didn't let up, even after settling into town. He never thought those would turn out to be the favourite parts of the day, or that he would be the one seeking you out. He can't believe he used to be annoyed by it. Even worse, he can't believe how much he would miss it when you two would talk alone, at night, where he knew only you heard the things he told you. When he knew how much you heard him and saw him. How you always smiled and never laughed at him or judged him for wanting to leave this town or be alone.

Nobody saw him the way you did.

He noticed you smiled a lot. Who wouldn't, he thinks, with a smile like that? He doesn't know how he didn't realize it sooner, but seeing your smile so often left the image permanently scored in his brain. The corners of your eyes would crease, and you would tilt your head slightly. Such a stark contrast to him. Oh, he rarely smiled, not because he was sad, he just didn't find many things worth smiling for, which you often rolled your eyes at. He remembers how you called his smile nice and that he should do it more, but he didn't think he would. Oh no, he was not like you.

You smiled at everything, the little things and the big things and the things he found annoying. So much so, he even began to notice how you had so many different smiles. The one where you were happy, when you were excited, sarcastic, the big ones, the small ones, the forced ones, even when you were actually mad or sad or nervous. Even if it was just through your eyes, each subtly different, but he learned to notice. He had never noticed back then how the smile you showed him was different from the ones you gave everyone else. Until they weren't.

And he never thought the day would come when he wished you'd only smile for him

He never imagined you actually liked him. Yes you were nice, you were lovely, in fact, but you were like that with everyone. He never really paid much mind to the way you blushed when asking him to dance with you at the flower dance. That stupid dance Mayor Lewis insisted on having that bored him to tears. He remembers at the time thinking he would've wanted to dance with Abigail if he had to, but now he can't believe he said no to you. How could he have said no to you? He thinks he would mind if you asked again, to dance with you.

In fact, he doesn't think he'd mind a lot of things now that you were here. He stopped feeling so sick of Pelican Town, for one. He thinks he could stay, maybe on your farm. And he visited much more than he ever thought he would.

But now he notices how the smile you give him now is different than before. A subtle difference, but he could never forget it now. Now you gave him the smile you gave everyone else, just now noting they were different - warmer.

He wanted to go back.

Now he notices how you don't actively track him down the way you used to, thinking he’d hear you knock on his door the way you always did, at the time you alwasy did, and he finds himself wanting to do the same to you.

He doesn't know if he's being dramatic at first, but when you don't ask him to dance with you at the flower dance, his heart sinks a little. He thought to ask you, perhaps, since you were friends now. Yes, you were friends now, one of his closest friends.

Oh, but then you asked Sam next to him, and you laughed, saying 'it would be fun.' And then his heart doesn't only sink but full on plummets to his stomach.

You're right, it would be fun, Sebastian thinks. But the feeling of watching you dance with somebody else made him want to throw up, and he didn't know why…

Until he did. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he did. How embarrassing, he thinks - he wished he realised he had fallen for you sooner, before you fell out of love with him.

[stardewstardropthoughts]

Your first time with the bachelors, MDNI pls

Content warning: sex, I try to keep it all gender neutral so everyone can enjoy! Shane’s and Harvey’s are a bit more female leaning on accident 😅

Alex

He’s got experience so even if you don’t he can help you out

Will take it slow for you for your first time together

Always has condoms on hand, we practice safe sex in this house

Pulls you onto his lap for a heavy make out session first, hands roaming over your body while he encourages you to do the same

Always asks before removing any article of clothing from you, consent is sexy

Once your both naked he’ll lay you back on the bed, he’ll do all the work he just wants you to enjoy the ride

Makes sure you cum on his hands and mouth first so your well prepped since he’s a bit big

Lubes himself up after rolling on the condom and starts inching himself inside you, he’ll watch your face the whole time to make sure your not in to much discomfort

Once he’s fully inside you he’ll give you time to adjust if you need it, likes to give you lots of little praises

“Fuck baby, that’s it, your taking me so well” “look at you all stuffed full of my cock like such a good girl/boy/pet”

Once you let him know he’s good to move he does try to take it slow at first, but after a few moments he’ll pick his pace up to a nice quick thrusting

Definitely plays with your nipples or clit while he fucks you, wants to make sure your feeling as good as he is

When he gets close to cumming his thrusts get sloppy and a bit out of rhythm

Leans close to your ear and whispers absolute filth

“Take it, fucking take it” “look at you all drunk on my cock, that’s okay baby I’ll take care of you”

Burrows himself to the hilt with a harsh grip on your hips when he cums

Sam

Like I said, not the most experienced but he makes up for it by being eager to learn

Chances are your gonna have to take the ropes at least for the first time

Definitely a whiny subby mess

Loves when you leave hickeys on his chest while his hands grab at anything they can reach

When you slide the condom on his cock and sit on it he’s almost in tears at how good it feels to be inside you, isn’t afraid to let you know

“F-fuck sweetheart, feels so fucking good” “don’t stop please don’t stop”

He will not last long, how could he? Your warm wet walls clamping around him feel like heaven

When he cums he tosses his head back and let’s out the breathiest whine as he grips the sheets until his knuckles are white

If you haven’t cum yet he will use his mouth to make sure you do, he isn’t a selfish lover by any means

Harvey

He’s got a decent amount of experience under his belt

And so much lube and condoms since he’s the town doctor

He likes to take his time working you up, a gentle body massage with some body safe lavender oil

Scented candles in a dim room

Likes to have you pretty much begging for him to touch you before he actually gets to working his fingers inside you

Once he’s pumping his fingers in and out at a slow steady rhythm, the other hands busy gently pinching your nipples

Wants you to cum on his hands first before he slides into you

Once he has his cock inside you he likes to keep the pace slow and steady, hands still roaming your body he snakes one hand between you both to rub encouraging circles on your clit

Whispers soft praise in your ear the whole time

“Your doing so good for me love” “fuck you look amazing under me” “taking me so well, cum for me again I know you can”

Will make you cum a second time before he even thinks about finishing himself

Moans softly in your ear when he cums

After sex cuddles with him are top notch please tell him he did a good job he has anxiety

Shane

Listen, he’s got frustrations and if you’ll let him he’s gonna rough you up in bed

He likes it rough and dirty and he isn’t afraid to be mean in bed (with your consent and discussion before hand of course)

Your safe word is pepper

He’ll work you up with his hands first and mouth first, leaving hickeys and bite marks on whatever exposed skin he can reach while he’s got three fingers pumping in and out of your tight hole at a rough speed

Once your prepped enough he’s manhandling you onto your hands and knees, face shoved in a pillow while he shoves his cock into you

One of his hands has a bruising grip on your hips while the other hand is tucked under you holding a vibrating wand on the highest setting against your clit

He’s pounding into you so hard the beds shaking, you would be worried about breaking it if you could think straight at the moment

Spews absolute filth, he does not shut up

“Fucking take it like a good little slut” “all your good for is taking cock isn’t it? Fucking repeat it” “ah ah don’t try and wiggle away, stay put”

Will absolutely overstimulate you to the point of tears, wants you to sob on his cock

If you want him to he will gently hold your throat but actually choking you beyond a gentle squeeze is something he won’t do

Will spank you

When he cums his grip on your hips tightens as he hissed out a moan

Big on aftercare, will massage any particularly sore spots, run you a hot bath, get you water and a snack, tell you what a good job you did for him and how proud he is of you

He wants you to know he loves you and that it’s just part of a scene when he says your just a little whore and not what he actually thinks of you

Sebastian

Fully flustered mess

Does not know what he’s doing but more then willing to learn

Your probably gonna have to take the lead here as well

Get him all worked up and ready to see him on the verge of tears and begging for you to sit on his cock already

He’s a switch but definitely subby the first time

When you finally seat yourself on his cock he lets out a very shaky moan, dude knows he isn’t going to last long at all but he can’t find it in him to care

He probably lasts like three minutes at most but he’s literally never been inside someone cut him some slack

You do infant cut him slack because it’s the hottest site you’ve ever seen to have this lanky emo man almost crying in overstimulation underneath you

He will use his hands and mouth to make you cum just give him a few moments to recover please

Elliot

A romantic man

Pulls out literally all the stops

Body safe scented rose oil, candles, dim lights, rose petals on the floor and bed

He’s got a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice on the bedside table

Soft music playing on the radio

He starts by undressing you slowly, leaving a trail of light kisses on each new exposed patch of skin

Leads you to the bed where he lays you down and starts gently massaging you, working his way to your dripping hole where he gently stretches you out with his fingers until your cumming on them

When he finally enters you it’s all slow and sweet, he’s holding your hands, fingers intertwined with yours

Forehead kisses while he whispers in your ear

“Your doing so well for me” “I love you so much” “god you feel amazing around me my love”

Not afraid to moan in your ear, breathy little groans as well

Relishes in all the little sounds you make for him

When he cums he definitely pulls you into a passionate kiss while shoving himself to the hilt inside you

Stays inside you for a little while after while his cock softens so he can feel close to you

Loves after sex snuggles

[fkapple]

Emily and Shane on career prospects

[v1x3n]

holy yoba

shane x reader masterlist

Shane who never hated you when you first moved in - he just didn't care about you. He never let anyone close unless they deserved it, and you were just a farmer. A cute, smart, strong farmer who ran a whole farm single-handedly - nothing like his type at all!

Shane who ignores your gifts and how close you want to be to him. Passing it off as pity or something, I mean who would want a depressed, alcoholic man?

Shane who starts to realize maybe you do wanna speak to him and then starts to slowly show his feelings for you as well. Talking to you more and going out drinking with you.

Shane who slowly starts to open up to you and actually enjoys life when he's around you. He starts to think maybe you aren't that bad.

Shane who kissed you at a game, when you two were just friends - he slowly backs up and realizes the massive mistake he had just made. His blushing cheeks show how fucking embarrassed he is about what he had just done. His cheeks grew more red when you pulled him back and kissed him once more.

Shane who cannot wait any longer and pulls you into a bathroom near the game to make out. Not knowing you had more ideas than just making out.

Shane who jumps back when your hands travel from his chest down to his pants, fiddling with the button and trying to get it back.

Shane who nodded slowly after a while of thought when you had asked if it was okay, as soon as he had agreed you were down. On the floor and undoing his pants.

Shane who grunts slowly and backs up to the sink, leaning on it with his hands steadily gribbing on it as you let out his big length.

Shane who lets you put your mouth around him slowly as his precum spreads slong your lips and tounge. Feeling up and down his shaft and tasting him slowly and gently.

Shane who gribs onto your hair and strokes you as you take his size down your throat, one center metre at a time.

Shane who whines as you take his full length, you gag a little which just makes his tip redden more. He shoves your head towards him, causing your eyes to water a little, the tears scrolling down your cheeks.

"Holy Yoba, you're so gorgeous.” He would whine out when your eyelashes flicked up to look at him.

[duskcomicsst]

Literally

Shane is one of the characters I like the most in SdV, in my second game I liked staying with him.

[rosiescrypt]

Doctor's Visit | Implied Harvey [Stardew Valley x Reader]

Word Count: 847 Warnings: Mentions of fainting, no name used Pairing: Harvey x Disabled!Reader implied

A/N: Written in 2nd Person because I am cringe but I am free. This is not proof read at all.

Three, two, one. The way that you blacked out wasn’t too unexpected, it started happening a lot since you started to live in Pelican Town. It did come unexpectedly this time, well not really, but at this point you would like to pretend that you only passed out when you were up too late on the farm, or out in the mines, but you knew that wasn’t true. 

Waking up on a hospital bed was something you had became familiar with, but not something that you had let yourself grow accustomed to. The hum was the first thing you let yourself tune into, having been out a lot longer than you were used to since they had time to move you.

“Harvey,” You called out, your eyes landing on the doctor, who was only a few feet away, reorganizing a few things.

“You’re awake,” He said, his voice cheery as he turned to look over at you, but his eyes held a deep bout of worry. You didn’t let yourself think too much into the look in his eyes as he walked to be by your side as you sat up. “Easy does it,” He said, moving his hand to give you a small bit of help to sit up.

“I’m alright,” You assured him, your voice gentle as you took his hand to help you sit up all the way, letting your feet dangle over the side of the exam table you woke up on. You didn’t say anything about how you having been asleep up there was dangerous, there were only so many resources that this small town clinic could have.

Harvey’s brow furrowed as he looked at you, his arms crossing for just a second. His mouth opened and shut a few times, like he was planning how to speak, what to say to you as you sat there, looking at him expectantly. 

“You passed out in the town square,” He said after a moment. Like this was somehow going to convince you that you weren’t okay.

You couldn’t help the laugh that pushed past your lips, your head shaking gently. You knew he was telling the truth, you were there when it happened. The look of confusion that shot over Harvey’s face made you take a deep breath, clearing the laugh from your throat before speaking.

“I’m alright, I just,” You paused, thinking of how to say it. Your last job didn’t have the best health benefits, and then this one the only clinic was ran by the doctor before you. “I’m disabled.” 

That was how you decided to say it, it made it a lot easier than to explain all of that. 

“In your files-” Harvey started, but you promptly cut him off.

“I was unable to get a proper diagnosis before moving here,” You explained, trying not to let yourself get red in the face. You always had this small habit of second guessing yourself, why you couldn’t get a diagnosis, even when symptoms were right there. 

Harvey stayed quiet, taking a moment to process before moving to pick up a clipboard, jotting a few notes on there, you watched him, confused by the man’s actions. 

“What are you..” You asked, a small pause as you tried to move to see if you could read the clipboard. “Doing?” The final word came out of your lips as he set the clipboard back on the counter. 

“Making a note,” He said, walking over to you, pressing the back of his hand to your head, just to make sure everything seemed fine without making it too professional feeling.

You just nodded, you didn’t seem too bothered by it, you were used to that, the notes, the comments, the “What if you’re making it up?,” all the “What if it’s just in your heads?” So in your mind, Harvey was doing the same thing.

“I can recommend you to an out of town doctor, to see if they can help you,” He said, his eyes locked on yours. “Also, I do believe you need to take it easy with the physical strain you’re putting on your body until its figured out.”

You let those words settle in, the care in his voice, the way that he was taking you seriously, you couldn’t help the large smile that came over your lips.

“I will, thank you, Harvey,” You said, you did move to hop off the examination bed. “This means a lot.” 

To you this meant the world, the urge to hug the man was strong but you were fighting it off. It wouldn’t be too odd since how close knit the town was, how close you’d grown with him over the year.

“Of course, I care about you,” He said, his hand reaching to gently set on your shoulder, so you used this as a chance to push forwards to give him a hug. 

You then stepped back, both of you a bit red in the face before you said your goodbyes and headed out, back to your farm, a grin on your face.

[alexbrainrot]

new pants / smut

sdv alex x afab reader

“hey farmer girl.. did you get new pants? you’re doing something right.” alex called out as you walked past him towards the library. you decided to ignore him and continued walking, you knew he was smirking to himself after making that comment. you were used to this by now.

you were wearing new pants, jeans actually. you went to the city last week to buy some durable jeans for all your heavy farm work, and you came across these, which fit you perfectly and happened to hug you in all the right areas. although you were somewhat flattered he noticed, you didn’t have anything to say to him.

you were indifferent towards alex. sometimes he was kind, giving you cookies his grandmother baked or helping you carry wood back to your house but other times he acted cold, brushing you off when you would greet him in front of others.

he was confusing, and it was hard trying to strengthen your friendship when he acted that way.

you hadn’t talked to him in a few days now, and this comment about your pants was the first interaction between you two in a while, although it was hardly an interaction.

you hated that his inappropriate comments secretly made you blush. you pretended to hate them, when in reality, your cheeks would heat up and your breath would quicken. you couldn’t deny his attractiveness, no matter how much he annoyed you. when he first started to slip in comments about your appearance or your body you became noticeably flustered, and you know that he noticed. you didn’t mind his words, although you did hate when he wouldn’t pay attention to what you were saying, too busy looking you up and down.

once you got inside the library, you greeted gunther and made your way towards the back in search of a certain book. it was pretty quiet, the only other people inside the library were elliot and penny. you had been searching for your book for a few minutes now and you were about to give up before spotting it in the lower middle shelf wedged in between two huge novels. as you bent over, you suddenly felt someone come up behind you, their body was pressed up against you and one hand was on your waist.

you gasped and quickly looked behind you to be met with alexs dark green eyes staring down at you. he put one finger up to his soft pink lips signaling you to be quiet. you were about to stand back up before his strong hands firmly gripped your waist.

“down” he whispered. you were still looking back at him with your eyes wide, curious as to what he was trying to do. you let go of the book and instead placed your hands on the shelf in an attempt to steady yourself. his hands were roaming your body, caressing your thighs and your stomach. his bulge was pressed up against your ass and you felt yourself becoming more aroused by the minute.

“alex.” you breathed out.

“shhh” he snapped at you.

“be quiet, unless you want them to see us.”

with that, you didn’t speak another word and instead waited for alex’s next move. he started to hump you from behind, rubbing his restrained cock up and down your ass. he bit his lip, trying to not make any noise, but fuck, was it hard. ever since he saw you wearing those jeans he couldn’t help but imagine ripping them off of you and fucking you right there. he became impatient and started to pound against you, making noticeably more noise. his eyes started to screw shut, he didn’t care about anyone catching you two anymore, he was becoming lost in the pleasure.

your panties were becoming soaked. the way that he looked, getting himself off and using you made you clench your thighs even more. the fact that you were both fully clothed and yet here you two were, becoming a mess for each other turned you on. he leaned down, close enough to whisper in your ear.

“fuck, you’re driving me crazy. you don’t know how many times i’ve fisted my cock to the thought of you.” he planted an open mouthed kiss on your neck and you moved his hand that was on your hip up underneath your top.

“please touch me alex, please.” you whined.

he realized that you weren’t wearing a bra today and began fondling your breasts. he pinched your nipple, causing you to let out a small whimper. his pace was quick now, desperate to reach his high. finally his hips stuttered and he paused, a low grunt escaping his lips. you could feel his heavy breathing as his body hugged yours. you two stayed like that for a while before you finally stood back up, facing him.

you noticed the wet patch on his jeans and he did too, glancing down at himself and then up at you. he suddenly felt shy, different from the alex who was humping you as if you were merely a toy just a second ago. you bit your lip and unbuttoned your jeans. he stared at you with his mouth agape. your hand gently grabbed his and placed it into your jeans, underneath your panties. you gasped once his cold fingers brushed against your cunt.

“i want to feel good too lex, can you help me?” you whispered as you looked up at him. he nodded, barely registering what was going on, his mind clouded with you and only you.

his fingers prodded at your clit, rubbing slow circles. his eyes watched as you buried your face into his chest, trying to keep quiet.

you glanced up at the clock, it was almost four now.

“shit, we have to hurry lex, please hurry.” you breathed out.

his fingers started to rub your clit relentlessly, the sounds of your wetness filled the library, it would be impossible for anyone to not hear.

“cum all over my fingers, baby.” he whispered and your hand clung onto his t shirt as you moaned against his chest and let go, your arousal drenching his fingers. you heard someone’s feet shuffling in your direction and quickly tried to recollect yourselves, zipping up your jeans and attempting to fix your appearance. alex stood behind you, like a little kid trying to hide after getting in trouble, although he was significantly taller than you. you both jumped when gunther peeked over.

“we’re closed guys.” gunther simply stated, his finger pointing towards the clock. he had a stern look on his face.

“we were just on our way out gunther, don’t worry” you replied.

“good. handle your business at home next time. i don’t want to ban you two from coming in here again, it won’t look good.”

you and alex stared at each other, your faces were cherry red. you quickly nodded and hurried out with alex’s hand in yours. he didn’t let go,he loved how intimate it was. his heart was beating rapidly and he felt like he was floating. you walked him to his house and were about to bid him goodbye until his grandmother opened the door.

“oh! it’s the sweet farmer! come on in honey! we’d love to have you over for dinner.” she beamed at you and ushered you in before you could even say a word.

alex laughed nervously, walking behind the both of you. it was going to be a long night.

[hiramaris]

Kiss it Off Me

CHAPTER 6

Chapter Summary:

"You were avoiding me." Haley finally said, and she commended her voice from not shaking. "You don't want to dance with me." "I..." You seemed taken aback by Haley's observation. "I wasn't..."

Pairings: Haley x Fem!farmer

Disclaimer:  I do not own Stardew Valley or any of the related characters. Stardew Valley is created by and owned by ConcernedApe. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Stardew Valley story belong to ConcernedApe.

Warning: none i think?

Notes:

The most awaited Flower Festival. Buckle up, simps.

Spring 24

Four days.

For freaking days since you had abruptly decided to avoid her.

And yes, she's definitely counting it. 

What she didn't get is why? Why the sudden aversion?

Haley had tried to rack her brain for any reason, just anything but she couldn't find any. She tried to recall the events that night.

Haley took you home from the saloon because your ass was so drunk you couldn't even stand on your own feet without tripping.

And then there's... that.

With a heavy sigh, Haley placed her white dress for the flower dance on her bed.

She should have been excitedly preparing for the upcoming dance, but the stupid farmer had been occupying her mind today.

Even yesterday.

And even the day before that, and the day after that. 

After your sudden declaration of 'feelings?' (yes, she's questioning because what the hell does that mean?), Haley had found herself speechless for the umpteenth time that night.

She couldn't find her voice, or rather, she didn't know how to respond to that. Fortunately, before she could, you shook your head as if you had said something silly.

Your moment of soberness dissipated completely as you slumped back to Haley. You had been a bit cooperative after that as both of you were able to go to your farm without any further hitch.

Haley was all but familiar with your farm. She had occasionally taken her pictures here when Old Railey was alive. She was fond of him.

He was kind and he kind of reminded her of her grandma. When he died, there was a large part of Haley that still grieves for him until now. Which is maybe why she was a bit apprehensive at you when she first came. At Haley's little time at Pelican town, she knew how much Old Railey sacrificed for the farm, to see it run down like that and be given to a complete stranger— a city girl no less, never mind you're his granddaughter.

But as she stood at the entrance of the farm, with the same farmer she loathed beside her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she saw the state of the farm for the first time since you moved here. 

The once-overgrown grass and unruly weeds that had taken over the farm were now perfectly tamed. A neatly constructed wooden path led towards what Haley assumed was your cabin.

Despite the darkness surrounding her, she could spot a variety of spring crops flourishing in the distance. Blue jazz, cauliflower, green beans, parsnips, and many others were thriving under your care. While there were still renovations to be done, Haley couldn't help but be impressed by how well you were doing. As if you're really meant for farming.  

The cabin looks freshly renovated, too. Last time she heard it was a bit crusty and on the verge of collapsing.

As Haley stepped into your home, she was greeted by a small ginger cat. The feline locked eyes with her for a moment, assessing her presence before realizing she meant no harm and had come with her owner.

Sensing Haley's intention, the cat let out a loud meow, leading her towards a closed door on the right, which she assumed to be your room.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly. Haley had managed to settle you on the bed and was ready to head home herself. However, it appeared that you had other plans.

You suddenly sat up straight and grabbed her hand as if sensing Haley was about to leave.

Haley looked at you, waiting expectantly.

And then it happened.

There's vomit.

It was everywhere—on Haley's pajamas, the blankets, and even your own shirt.

Haley wanted to scream in frustration, but worry had won over her disgust as she heard you have a coughing fit. She gently shook your shoulders, trying to get your attention.

"Are you okay?" she asked, concern lacing her words.

"I'm..." you coughed, voice strained, "my head hurts..."

And that's the sole reason Haley has to borrow some set of clothes from the farmer's wardrobe, change the bed sheets and blankets—

And...

Change your clothes.

The memory made Haley's cheeks burn with embarrassment, but she had no other choice. There was no way she could sleep beside you with vomit-stained sheets, and you smelling like that.

Haley's face flushed with embarrassment as a sudden realization hit her like a ton of Emily's hippie rocks.

Oh...

There's also one bed. You and her slept on the same bed.

So, it kinda makes sense now.

Why in Yoba's name has she just realized this now?

No wonder Emily had given her a funny look earlier when she had returned that morning wearing obviously your varsity shirt.

Haley had also completely missed the bright, bold letters spelling out "L/N" stitched on the back of the shirt, which is also why Penny couldn't look at her in the eyes when they crossed paths that morning when the redhead decided to visit you at the farm to check on you.

Yoba.

They must have thought that you and her had slept together.

And maybe you thought that, too as well.

The thought made Haley cringe and she facepalmed at the awkwardness of the situation.

It certainly didn't help that you couldn't remember anything from that night after your eighth bottle.

And to add to the mix-up, you had to wake up with a hangover and everything and seeing Haley casually cooking breakfast in your house while wearing your shirt.

It was practically a neon signboard pointing at her as if saying "hey, last night was an absolute blast, why don't I make you some breakfast while I'm here?" 

Just great.

This is an absolute disaster.

****

"Is she joining the dance?" Haley wondered aloud, her eyes fixed on you who was engaged in a conversation with Penny, Maru, and Harvey.

"Hmm?" Alex paused in his fidgeting, adjusting his suit that had somehow grown on him. He followed Haley's gaze and spotted you amidst the group. "Oh, you mean Old Mac? I don't think so."

Haley turned to him with furrowed eyebrows," Old Mac? What's with you and all these people calling her all sorts of names? Why can't you just call her Y/n and stick with it?"

"Whoa, slow down, cowgirl." Alex barked out a laugh at her sudden outburst. "What's got your panties in a twist?" 

"Nothing!" Haley replied, trying to brush off her frustration. Deep down, though, the different names people used for you bothered her more than she cared to admit.

And the worst of it all is she doesn't know why she's pissed.

She turned away as she began pacing back and forth in the middle of the performance area.

She needs to practice her moves. Despite being crowned the flower queen for five consecutive years and having the dance steps etched into her muscle memory, she didn't want to be so full of herself.

But in reality, she was just trying her absolute best to not let her eyes settle on someone who wasn't even looking her way. 

Which she have found to be a challenge.

You looked dashing, if Haley would dare admit that aloud.

But with whom? 

Your hair is down too in its slick, natural wave, which you usually tied up in a messy ponytail.

You looked pretty similar to the way you looked when you first arrived in the town though you forgo the black slacks in exchange of a more brighter blue one, the same shade of the ridiculous suits the men wore for the dance which have made her assume you'll be dancing as well.

Usually, there are already designated partners for the dance and it would be quite impossible for you to learn the steps in just a month. 

Maybe Penny? Leah? Or that weirdo that dyes her head blue all the time? She assumed you were close with her when you dominated all the eggs Abigail was after which earned the kids to win during the egg festival. 

Whatever.

Why would she care anyway? You weren't even looking in her direction. Not even noticing that Haley did her hair differently or that she had chosen to apply a more natural make-up because you told her she's pretty enough without them.

"Ah!" 

The sound of cry from Alex had made her dash towards his place in alarm.

Sam was immediate to his side, along with the other townspeople. "What happened?" she asked in urgent.

"Sorry, pal. I may have thrown it a bit too far." Sam scratched his neck in shame.

"Samson!" Jodi angrily admonished her son. "Look just what you did!"

"Ow..." Alex grunted as he tried to reach for his foot. "I think I broke my ankle." 

"Can you stand?" You questioned as you helped him up. "Why'd you even bring your grid ball here?"

"H-hah. I can but I don't think I can walk it off. Hey, gramps. Mind if I borrow your wheels?" He tried to joke it off.

"Alexander!" Evelyn wasn't pleased with ay all with his humor.

"Heh, I'll give you this if I could go back home and watch TV."

"George! Don't even encourage him."

"Ehem," Mayor Lewis cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the crowd. "The festival is about to begin in five minutes. Will you be able to dance, young man?"

"I don't think so." Alex immediately answered, causing Haley to snap her head towards him in disbelief.

"What do you mean you can't?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening. "How am I supposed to dance without a partner?"

She knew it was a selfish question but how can he be so stupid bringing his ball with him?!

A mischievous grin spread across Alex's lips as he pulled you closer, resting his hand on your shoulders. "Old Mac here can replace me. I already taught her the moves."

"What?" you choked, eyebrows raising so far it hid behind your bangs. "I don't..."

"You got this. There's no need to worry. In fact," he shrugged off his coat and handed it over to your shaking hands. "It doesn't fit me anymore. It'll probably suit you better."

"B-but..." 

"Wouldn't it be better if Sam takes your place since he's already familiar with the dance?" Penny tentatively suggested as she eyed Haley. "I know how much winning the crown means to you, Haley. It might be best for Sam to step in for Alex, considering it was his fault too." She glanced apologetically at Sam. "Sorry, Sam. I can dance with Y/n/n instead."

"Um, no," Alex dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand. "Haley feels more comfortable dancing with Old Mac. That's more important." 

"W-wait a second," Haley finally found her voice, her gaze still avoiding the person standing beside her. She could feel your eyes on her, and Haley wasn't ready just yet to see the look of refusal from your eyes. "Can't we get a say in this?!" 

"Nope!" Alex chirped.

"Very well, then," Mayor Lewis interjected, clapping his hands together. "Let the festival begin!"

****

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Haley whispered, her hands trembling slightly as they held onto your neck. Her palms had grown clammy, and her racing heart seemed to drown out the lively rhythm of the music.

"Huh?"

Your voice held a hint of confusion, drawing Haley's gaze away from the ground to meet a pair of captivating gray eyes. The faintest tinge of pink colored your cheeks and your eyes struggled to hold steady.

You looked... bashful.

It also did not miss her how the hands securely wrapped around her waist were shaking as well.

"You were avoiding me." Haley finally said, and she commended her voice for not squeaking. "You don't want to dance with me."

"I..." You seemed taken aback by Haley's observation. "I wasn't..."

"Could've fooled me," Haley muttered under her breath as you gracefully twirled her around and pulled her back into your arms.

Despite the thick tension between you two, it looked like you really did actually perfected your moves and were able to dance in sync with Haley's.

"You wanted to dance with Penny, don't you?" She almost sounded accusatory.

"I don't." Your answer was swift. "I don't want to dance with anyone but you. And I wasn't avoiding you."

Haley avoided your gaze. "Where were you then? I haven't seen you in days. You haven't visited us for breakfast." Her grip on your coat tightened as she looked up from the taller woman. "If it was because of what happened that day, nothing happened, okay?"

As you twirled her once more, your bodies drew closer, so close that she could also see bits of hazel from your gray eyes.

Your cheeks burned once more as you muttered, "It's not that."

"Tell me," Haley demanded.

"I was out mining." You admitted sheepishly. "And maybe I was kind of avoiding you..." Your eyes started cringing at the glare Haley was giving you. "I was embarrassed that I puked on you. Alex told me it was your self-care day and... I know I ruined it for you. And now I ruined your dance."

Haley's gaze softened drastically. "Idiot," she mutters, her arms finally relaxing against your shoulder. "You haven't ruined anything." She told you simply.

"Yet," you added, chuckling.

As the tension dissipates, you grow a little bolder as your hands relaxed around her waist, pulling Haley a little tighter against you. The warmth radiating from your palms gave Haley a profound sense of security, one she haven't felt for a long, long time.

"You know," Haley whispered against your neck, relaxing against your embrace. She didn't care if this wasn't part of the choreography. "You smell good today."

She felt you smiled against her hair, "Had to smell my best for my queen, right?"

****

Next

Notes:

Spring's finally over! Summer here we come! Question though. Is my pacing fast or slow?

[musickgeek]

Happy (SDV Sebastian x Farmer!Reader)

945 words, unedited

Warnings: None

The first time you'd met Sebastian was the first Friday after your arrival in Pelican Town. You saw him bent over the pool table, lining up his shot. Your face got hot, and butterflies flew in your stomach. He looked so at peace, in his element. The small smile on his lips, and comfortable stance he took up. You were wondering how to introduce yourself, but Sam, who you'd met earlier in the day, waved you over. Nervous, you tried to walk over as casually as possible, brushing dirt and dust off your clothes. "Hey (Y/n), these are my friends Abigail, and Sebastian." Sebastian makes a shot, knocking a few of his balls into the pockets. Sam frowns, but quickly refocuses on introductions. He bumps Sebastian's shoulder with his own, almost teasing. "Sebastian, this is the new farmer girl." 

The dark haired boy looked at you, curiosity in his eyes. "Oh. You just moved in, right?" You nodded. "Cool." He pauses for a moment, as if thinking about it. "Out of all the places you could live, you chose Pelican Town?” You couldn't help the small laugh that came out. "I know it seems small and confining, but for me, some of the best memories of my life were made here with my grandfather." He nodded thoughtfully, accepting the answer. You found him to be so pretty, it almost embarrassed you. You'd just met the man for Yoba's sake! Oh well, you'd already decided you wanted to get to know him better.

~~~~~

You tried to speak to him every day, trying to figure out the things he liked. What do boys like him like? You came to an easy conclusion while in the mines. When you found a little piece of clear crystal. "You may think it's not much, but when in the right light," you moved it into the sun to show off how it glimmered, "it shows it's true worth." Just like him, you decided. And so your ventures into the mines became more frequent, finding colorful gems and crystals that Sebastian might like. 

You would walk in the house, scuffed up and dirty, but smiling widely. Robin would look at you strangely. You'd greet her cheerfully like you weren't bleeding and bruised before disappearing down the stairs to her sons room. She was confused for weeks until Sebastian asked her to build a shelf for him to display the fruits of your labor. 

~~~~~

"You know, I'm starting to think you're obsessed with me." He teased one Friday, you guys walking to the saloon together. "In your dreams!" It wasn't you fault, you thought. He was the one who plagued your mind with a late night motorcycle ride a few nights before. You found him working on his bike, and he suggested brining you along on time. You said you were scared, to which he promised to keep you safe. That moment played in your mind over and over like a broken record. You'd become a little clingier, and the fact that he'd noticed startled you. His phone chimed, luckily changing the subject. He frowned, and you asked what had happened.

"Sam isn't coming by tonight. He hurt himself on his skateboard earlier, and is stuck with Harvey tonight." Little did either of you know, it was a crafted lie designed by Sam and Abby to get you guys to hang out. "Do you know how to play pool?" 

"I get the idea, but I've never actually played. I don't know how to execute it, really." He gave his little smile that you adored. "Tonight is going to be interesting." He sped up, almost giddy at the idea of sharing his skills with you, leaving you to chase after him, laughing.

~~~~~

Your skin was on fire. His body had never been so close to yours. You could feel your face burning. You could feel his breath on your neck. His hand covered yours, his chest was pressed against your back. You could smell the woodsy scent of his room on him. To the other patrons, the act was innocent. He was just showing you how to line up a shot for pool. But to you, everything about this felt like carnal sin. You felt like you could pass out. The sound of the lively talk and music faded away, all you senses focused on him. Could he feel it too? You when for the shot, but were too distracted to make a hit. 

"You're even worse than Sam." He said, pulling away. "I'll just have to practice more." You insisted. "Oh, by the way, I found this for you." You pull the blue, teardrop shaped crystal out of your pocket. The shock on his face pleased you. He took it carefully, afraid of breaking it. "I really love this." 

"It's no big deal." You shrug. But he shakes his head, frowning deeply. "But it is, I know the lengths you have to go to for something like this, for any of the crystals you give me. You go down there all the time, risking your life just to give me some silly trinkets. I don't even understand why." Now you frown, feeling hurt. "I thought you liked them..." He realizes his mistake, and gets panicky. "No, I do, I really do! But...I like you more. Sometimes I wait at the rivers edge for you to come back. Just to know you're safe." 

You felt your heart pounding in your chest. What was he saying? "I...I can handle myself, Seb. I promise. I do it because it makes you happy." He looks down, and smiles. You so badly wanted to kiss him. "(Y/n), you make me happy." 

[nomazee]

silly silly

sebastian (sdv) x gn reader

word count: 2.1k

content: pining (mutual...), AGGRESSIVE pining, reader is smitten and in love, stream of conciousness/ramble type of writing, romantic tension (unresolved), cute and will maybe make ur stomach hurt from anxiety (i have my ways) (i’m lying)

notes: omg hey guys so i wasn’t lying about the stardew valley delusion and now i’m so deep in that i wrote this in a haze last night and posted it to my ao3 and now im posting it here. please enjoy. my heart and soul (my rotted brain) went into this it’s the beginning of my magnum opus 

part 1 (you are here) part 2 part 3

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You’re gonna kiss him silly. By the end of the night, you totally are.

It’s something you decided since before you showed up at this jellyfish-festival thing. You barely even know what it’s all about, really—the note from Demetrius didn't say much other than the fact that it was happening tonight, and you should come, and it’s beautiful and all the jellyfish are going south for the winter (like they’re a flock of birds, you think absurdly), and it’s down at the beach at 10pm. You weren’t exactly up to asking him more about it, seeing as it would be awkward to do that and then kiss his step-son on the mouth right in front of him that same night.

That was the plan. Kiss Sebastian on the mouth. It was going to happen and there was kind of nothing anyone could do to stop it (except Sebastian himself, reasonably). You’d like to think you’d gotten close enough to him to let this sort of thing happen. But then again, Sebastian is a special enigma, like a specter floating around on his own path, invisible to the things around him (or at least, trying to be invisible. He’s not invisible to you, never ever ever. You’re too painfully aware of him to let go of that).

Your mind is running with too many thoughts. It’s dark on the beach, and the wood of the dock creaks faintly beneath your feet as you approach where he stands with Sam and Abigail. Vaguely, you wonder how much they’d mind if you yanked Sebastian away from them to give him a kiss. A big fat whopping breath-stealing mind-turning stomach-aching kiss.

You’re going crazy. This whole thing is crazy. You say hi to the three of them and pretend like you’re not plotting this whole thing in your head. They seem none the wiser to your conflicts, and give you amicable greetings as you shift closer to where Sebastian is standing.

He almost blends in with the rest of the night, all black hair and black clothes, but the torches on the dock light him up just enough for you to see his skin and eyes and smile as he glances at you. You greet him, no smile on your part, but a sweet sort of look in your eyes that you hope he’ll catch onto soon. (You don’t think he does.)

He makes space for you to stand next to him, between some empty box and the odd warmth of his body. You take the offer. You’re standing, next to him, so close that you can almost smell the tea tree oil of his shampoo wafting off of him. You think you’re going crazy. You’re going crazy. You look at him, and he looks at you.

Sebastian has a serious look in his eyes, eyebrows furrowed and lips downturned. “I thought I saw something moving in there… something big. Something dark.” You nearly nod along to whatever he’s saying from habit. There’s a second or two where you realize how absurd his words are, and he sees it in your face because he goes, “Just trying to scare you.”

Now he’s teasing you, a smile and a fun kind of glint in the way he does it. The thought crosses your mind to warn him, tell him that he shouldn’t play jokes with you like that because it might make you kiss him silly on this beach before the stupid jellyfish even get here. Then you wave the thought away, because really—that wouldn’t be the final straw. The final straw has been broken for days now. Even weeks. Maybe since the first day you spoke to him and he talked so incredulously about how you could’ve picked Pelican Town as a place to live, but you’d like to think you have more self control than to let a love-at-first-sight kind of deal happen like that.

“You’re funny,” you say back, and you hope it doesn’t sound too strangled. “I think I almost believed you.”

“Really? I didn't expect that. I thought you would’ve called my bluff.”

You could tell me anything and I would believe you, you want to tell him. You could tell me there’s a monster in the sea. You could tell me you made the sun and the stars and the moon and the clouds. You could tell me you’re a jellyfish. I would totally believe you.

You don't say any of that. Because that would be embarrassing. Sam says something, and then Abigail says something, and then Sebastian is turning himself around to talk to them now. Sam and Abigail are nice, and you’re close enough to them where if you joined into their conversation it wouldn’t be awkward or unwelcome.

But there’s something telling you to stay quiet. Anxiety, maybe, fear of saying something stupid and ruining every friendship you’ve made in this town. It’s a crazy hyperbolic thought but it’s enough to make you keep your mouth clamped shut. It’s fine. You listen and turn your head to them and nod along with whatever they say, something about the jellyfish being poisonous and how bad would it be if you reached your hand in and grabbed one, and—?

“It’s starting!” Someone says distantly, and your head snaps back to face the ocean just as lights glow from underneath and the forms of sea creatures illuminate themselves. It’s beautiful. It really, really is beautiful, and you think that you should’ve taken everyone’s word that this was a wonderful event, something you really shouldn’t miss out on, something gorgeous and unimaginable and isn’t it crazy we get to see this every year?

The glow pulses bright enough for you to see more of Sebastian’s face from beneath the darkness of the night. You glance to the side, slowly and subtly (or at least, you hope so). His eyes are bright, and just a little bit wider, and there’s a twitch of his mouth as if he’s holding back a smile. As if he would be embarrassed to let it show how much he likes seeing this.

He smiles, big this time, and it’s one of those downward smiles where the corners of his mouth are tucked in and his cheeks are flushed and you are going to kiss him. You are totally going to kiss him, right now, because now he’s looking at you and the smile still hasn’t left his face and you hope you’re not unsettling him by how you’re ignoring the jellyfish at this point just to stare at him.

Sebastian is not unsettled. At least, not outwardly. He’s staring back and it’s soft now. And his stupid smile is still there. It hasn’t moved, hasn’t changed the way that his gaze had, and you hope it’s not because he has the same affinity for you that he has for the jellyfish. You’d like to be more than the jellyfish, maybe.

You’d like to be more. A little more. And you think, just a little bit more time, and you could kiss him. You could kiss him tonight. You could.

You don’t. Your head turns back to the ocean and you’re shocked at the level of self control you just displayed. It’s almost unbelievable. This whole plan, this whole dream had been built up over weeks now and here you were, being patient. It’s uncharacteristic. You wonder. Wonder wonder wonder.

From beside you, Sebastian doesn't deflate, but there’s a moment of hesitation before he turns to face the same direction as you. Maybe he understands. Maybe he knows. You hope he doesn’t know. You hope this is your own secret to keep.

Minutes pass, and the ceremony ends. The rest of it is nothing short of incredible and wonderful and spectacular and every word you could possibly use to describe it. Your legs buzz from disuse as you push yourself to stand up. (You don’t notice Sebastian hesitating to stick a hand out for support before pulling it back to his side.)

“I like this place,” you say absentmindedly, and suddenly everyone is turned to you—not just Sebastian, but Abigail and Sam and maybe even Vincent from further up the dock. “This was really nice. Thank you all for letting me stay here.”

There’s a pause, and you can’t believe any of that just came out of your mouth. It was cheesy and sappy and insane. This night has rotted your mind so much it’s starting to ooze out of your mouth. You hate this town. You love it. You let them know.

“Of course, man!” Sam is exuberant, and he smiles at you. “I guess at first it was weird having someone new here, because no one new ever comes here. But you’re great. And you’ve done so much for all of us. Really.”

Abigail nods along, a firm gesture paired with this triumphant sort of smile that makes your chest warm. “Really. Like, yeah, maybe it sucked having my old hang-out place taken over by a stranger.” (Sam elbows her. She yelps indignantly.) “But you’ve kind of made it worth it. Thanks for everything, too.”

It’s sweet. It’s all so sweet it makes your teeth ache and your head ache and your stomach ache. You’re hit with a sudden need to go home, and it’s the first time you’ve really felt like you knew where home was. It’s weird. Your legs ache, now.

Your head is muffled. You think you nod to all of them and you hope the appreciation and care in your eyes is enough to make up for your stunted responses. People are packing up and going home. Sam and Abigail give some sort of look in your direction, not unkind, but unusual, and suddenly Sebastian is thanking you for the night and asking to walk you home. You want to kiss him. Kiss him. Hold his hand and kiss him and trace his palm and maybe throw him into the ocean with the possibly-poisonous jellyfish remnants.

It’s quiet as he walks you home. Faintly, you realize how out of character this is for him. But this whole night has been full of out-of-character things for you and him and everybody. This is so weird. You’re going crazy. You’re going to kiss him.

Or, you think, for sure, that you’ll kiss him even if it wasn’t in front of the docks or the jellyfish or his friends—you think, for sure, the rest of this night is going to be made up of you kissing him silly on your doorstep and then collapsing in your bed and moving back to the city in shame.

But. But but but. But. There is something. And you don’t know what it is. And you don’t know if he’d kiss you too, but maybe. But. But but but. You don’t.

You’re at your doorstep. You thank him. And now, you are both waiting expectantly at your door for something to happen. You need to make it happen. Now. You need to kiss him and you won’t move and your stomach is aching and you think maybe you have a shellfish allergy.

“I feel sick.” It’s not a lie, and you really are two steps away from throwing up on his shoes and you really, really don't want that to happen—if you throw up on his shoes, then you’ll never be able to kiss him, because every time you reach for him he’ll be struck by the memory of you splattering vomit all over his sneakers and then he’ll ask you politely to move back to Zuzu City and never look back. (You think this is accurate.)

“Get to bed,” he tells you, and you’re shocked to hear him speak after so long. “It’s been a long night.” He’s polite, he’s kind, he’s so so kind that it’s stabbing you in the chest and twisting around your insides and why couldn't you just kiss him like a normal person?!

Okay, you think you say. Okay okay okay. His brow is furrowed and his lips are downturned but not in that odd smiley way of his. He’s just worried, now, and you think you’re going to be sick, for real this time.

You don’t tell him goodnight, but the slam of the door in his face is probably enough of a signal. You’re embarrassed. You didn't even kiss him. You can’t even tell if this night is a success or not. Kitty walks across your feet and looks up at you as if she knows what kind of clusterfuck of a night you just had. What a little shit. You let her follow you to bed and sit on your chest while her deep breaths lull you to sleep.

You didn't kiss him. What a wreck. What a joke. You’ll kiss him tomorrow for sure. Kiss him silly.

[sdv-roseglass-farm]

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."

[stardewstardropthoughts]

Free use with the bachelors

Content warning: free use, degradation, praise, afab reader, mommy kink in sam's, pet play kink in sam's and Sebastian's, breeding kink in Alex's, cock warming, whore behavior honestly man don't say I didn't warn you, as always MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT lol I'm not responsible for what you may subject yourself to on the internet but I don't wanna be responsible for your brain rot 💙

Shane:

Man's a whore for free use, especially with you

Loves just coming up behind you while your doing the dishes or any farm chore and just placing kisses on your neck, trailing a hand down your pants to trace light circles over your clit

One hand on your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy

Bends you over the nearest surface, flips your skirt up and starts fingering your cunt while you whine for more

"Shhhhh babygirl I know, little slut wants more hmm?"

After he's decided you've had enough of his fingers he'll unzip his shorts and shove his cock to the hilt with no warning, loves the surprised gasp/moan that you let out

"That's it, take it like the good little whore I know you are"

Pulls your hands behind your back for more leverage to have you meet his harsh thrusts

Will stuff you full of his cum multiple times a day, pulls your panties back up so they catch whatever drips out of you, makes you keep the same pair on all day to remind you of who stuffed you so full

Elliott:

Also big into free use, he just loves how whiny you can be when he decides to start teasing you

Gentle touches ghosting over your nipples and clit, applying just enough pressure to have you needing more

Has you cockwarming him while he works on his book, occasionally taking breaks to swirl circles over your clit while he grinds up into you, never enough to make you cum, just enough to keep you desperate for him

When he's decided you've been so good for him that he should reward you he whisks you off to the bed

"You've been so good for me today darling, let me make you feel good now"

Gentle thrusts into your overstimulated cunt, deep passionate kisses, his fingers working your clit all quickly becomes to much

Has you cumming around his cock in minutes, babbling out praises and thanks

Loves seeing you in such an undone state beneath him

Sam:

Absolutely down, please walk up behind this man and start stroking his cock

Melts into you when he feels you wrap your arms around him, sighing in pleasure when your hand wraps around the base of him

Trys not to let his knees buckle when you run your thumb over his sensitive tip, spreading the beaded precum for a bit of extra lube

He's whining, babbling, pleading for you to go faster, give him more friction please

"Fuck, please mommy, I'll do anything, I'll be such a good boy for you please just go faster fuck"

Who are you to deny your cute puppy when he's literally begging for it?

You tighten your grip slightly and speed up, he's cumming over your hand moments later but that doesn't stop you

Now he's whining in overstimulation, gasping for air while he grabs the counter to stop himself from falling

Tears run down his face as he feels you finally slowing down and letting go

"Such a good puppy for me baby boy, now clean up the mess you made"

Will lick his cum off the floor, would do anything to please you

Sebastian:

Loves free use honestly

Your in the middle of a boss battle in your video game when he comes up behind you and starts feeling you up, gently shifting you into his lap

"Don't mind me kitten, just keep playing" he mumbles in your ear as he teases your nipples through your shirt

You can feel his boner pressing into your ass as he shifts around gently rutting into you while you try and stay focused

Eventually he pulls down your pants and presses his cock into your tight hole, rubbing your clit while you whine on his cock

You have to put the controller down and he pins you to the beanbag chair, ass in the air so he can thrust harder into you

"Fuck kitten, always so ready for my cock hmm? Practically drooling for it right now"

Wants to hear all the sounds you make so he grabs a fistful of your hair to haul back so your face is off the chair

Makes sure you cum before he fills you to the brim

Harvey:

This man is nothing if not horny for you 24/7 so free use is good

Lots of discussion beforehand because he's anxious he'll go to far

Comes up to you while your in the bath, strips down and joins you

Pulls you against his chest, gently pulls your legs over his so he can keep your legs spread

Thumb gliding over your clit while two fingers pump in and out of your cunt

Other hand working diligently on one of your nipples

His mouth is slotted against yours, swallowing all the sounds you make

Slips his fingers out and gently slides his cock into your sensitive cunt, still swirling soft circles on your clit while you whine against his lips

"That's it sweetheart, being such a good girl for me hmm?"

Loves when you melt against him, knows your close to cumming by how airy and close together your whimpers are

Works you through your orgasm and into his own with gentle thrusts and soft praises

Alex:

He doesn't fully get the premise but he does love the idea of being able to have you whenever and where ever he wants

That's mostly in the house and in the bedroom because he wouldn't want to be caught in a compromising position

He's got your legs on his shoulders, his cock driving in and out of your cunt at a moderate pace, this is the third time today he's stuffing you full of his cum

The idea of filling you to the brim and breeding you is just always on his mind

Man wants you round and plump with his seed and by God he's gonna have it if you'll let him

"Shit baby, gonna look so fuckin good all round with my seed yeah? Gonna let me knock you up right? Know you want it just as bad as I do baby"

Can hardly think straight, he just needs to pump you full of his cum, needs to have you pregnant with his kid, tits full and heavy with milk

Has you cumming around his cock in moments with how overstimulated you are and how he rubs endless circles on your clit relentlessly

Cums inside you with a final harsh thrust and stays there for a moment, plugging his cum inside you

Pulls out and watches for a moment while his seed spills back out before fingering it back into you

"Can't have any of this going to waste can we love?"

[farmerstarter]

ʚ 📜ɞ ˚ · . holding Elliott's hands:

tags: gn! reader x elliott from stardew valley.

if you'd like to request fics or stuff of our lil sdv characters, feel free to send an ask!

to kiss them:

Elliott is a romantic. He takes your hands in his, yours tanned from the sun and his diritied by ink. He brushes his thumbs along your veins, your faded scars from work, and he intertwines your fingers together to give you warmth. He kisses the skin of your hands, and you could feel the smallest smile on his lips when he does. You cradle his jaw and he tips his chin to your face. He places his hands over yours and kisses your palm.

"I made us tea," he whispers, his eyes never straying from yours as if he's committing every detail of your face into his memory. He guides you to the kitchen, your hands still in his.

while you sleep:

In the quiet hours of the night, Elliott's hands would always find their way in yours. Under the bed cover, he pulls you into his arms, your back against his chest and your hands interlocked against your heart. His hair is fanned across the pillows, his nose buried into your shoulder. He softly snores, content. Even when you're too far away from his reach, you could feel the faint feel of his fingers against your palm. Sometimes he'd wake up, eyes bleary from sleep, just to bring the bedsheets up to cover your frame. He'll settle down beside you and hold your hand, his thumb slowly brushing against them until he falls back to slumber.

on your way to town:

Elliott has the habit of reaching for your hand while you two walk to Pierre's. He swings your hands to-and-fro until you two find a rhythm and start walking in sync. He'll go on about his book ideas, shooting you looks in the middle of his tangents to see if you're tired of his blabbing. But to his delight and your amusmenet, you never are. When your hands are too busy to hold his, he'll take some of your things and carry them himself. When you're to his right and your left hand is carrying something, Elliott would go to your other side and hold your empty hand. He enjoys how your hands feel in his, it's one of the many things he loves about you.

[axolotlwrites]

"Writer's Block"

SubElliot x M!Reader

Yeah, so this one took a while. Sorry to keep y'all waiting, but good things come to those who blah blah blah. It's food to be back, and I'm proud to deliver some smut.

My next piece is undecided as of now, but I'll get back to yall soon about it. Have fun.

CW: anal sex, anal penetration, unprotected sex, anal creampie, mentions of clinical visits and implied injuries, mentions of violence, and being obscenely cheesy

To tell the truth, you hadn’t read any of  Elliot’s prior, shorter works before you had actually become friends with him. It’s not that you weren’t an avid reader, nor that you weren’t particularly interested. His work was just one of those things that fell into your blindspot during the hazy, depressing Joja days. There wasn’t much time for reading when there was a “weekly” quota to meet, and you were expected to fulfill that quota in a couple of days. 

But, after moving to the farm, you suddenly had a large chunk of time on your hands. Turns out, farming is just a lot of sitting around and waiting, if you don't count the occasional bouts of fishing and cutting dangerous  monsters to ribbons (or, alternatively, getting cut to ribbons and having to stop by the clinic and get lectured by Harvey and Maru. You were fairly sure you could kill some of those stone golems with how thick your case file was after a couple years in the valley.)

However, after getting to know the man past a quick introduction on your first foray into the beach, you’d taken a gander at some of his work. Various stories in various genres; mysteries, sci-fis, a small fantasy novel that hadn’t been entirely finished… he was a storied author, but he hadn’t actually published anything yet. The genre that had stuck out to you the most, however, had been his romance novels. The man’s tendency for flowery prose and language fit well in such stories of love, heartache, and occasionally lust. 

The latter, however, wasn’t always Elliot’s strong suit in writing. Elliot was a romantic man, and physical intimacy was always a part of that, but writing actual sex scenes seemed to be a weak spot for him. He could write smut well, there was no doubt, but as his lover you always noticed how… flustered he would become. While writing his newest novel, coincidentally about a “handsome and rugged” farmer boy and an aspiring writer, he’d cooped himself up in his room several times this week, but the start of autumn had creeped up on you. You’d been too busy to notice the way his face turned red whenever he looked out of the window of his study, watching you plant new crops and tend to the animals. Too busy to notice how whenever he greeted you after your farm work, his touch lingered on your arm as you planned out the next day’s work in your head. Too busy to notice his disheveled hair and clothes whenever you knocked on his study’s door to bring him dinner.

And quite frankly? It was driving him fucking crazy. Elliot was up the fucking wall with desire, filling pages and pages full of the most illicit smut he could think of. He spent hours pouring over those pages for typos and grammatical errors, but every time he looked at the pages he thought of you. Elliot thought of your hands around his neck, your hands in his hair, forcing him to take you deeper and deeper, his back arched as you pumped deep into him from behind… but the fantasies wouldn’t cut it anymore. He needed to feel your skin on his, needed your hands around his hips and your lips lingering for more than a chaste peck. He needed to feel you whisper, sweet and breathy, into his ear as your hand stroked him to completion. He wanted everything, everything right now… but he had a semblance of restraint. He would at least ask politely before he begged you to tear him apart.

Finally, a week into the season, he got his chance. Rain had finally come, the auto-feeders were filled, and you were free. Elliot had been draped over you in his sleep, his hand across your chest as you slept on your back. He gazed upon your sleeping face, letting the pitter patter of the rain on the window soothe his mind, as it ever wandered. Eventually, the allure of the crook of your neck was too much to bear, diving in softly to feel your warmth on his lips. He had to stop himself from grinding against you as he took deep, long breaths of your scent in.

You awoke to his hand caressing your cheek, his breath heavy and warm on your neck. You moved slowly, wrapping your arms around him to pull the rest of him flush against you. If you were any more conscious, you would have felt his length pressing against your leg. You turned your head to look at him, the smile on your face coming naturally. Your voice was soft, glazed with the sleepiness that marks the recently awakened. “Good morning, Elliot.” His hair was disheveled, tangled, and thrown about, but through it all you could still see his handsome face. Framed by the soft early morning sunlight seeping through the window, you didn’t care to stop yourself from staring.

It was quiet, despite the one-sided tension. You were relaxed, gazing into your lover's eyes, but his mind was going utterly feral. You’re always amazing to him, always, but in this light? At this moment? No words could describe his utter attraction towards you. You were nothing less than the most gorgeous being on the planet, and he knew it for a fact. Said beauty stunted his response, forgetting to remove his head from your shoulder to speak. It was muffled, but you got the gist of it; something like “Good morning, my darling.” As he fell back into your neck, his hand snaked its way into yours, as warm and soft as it’d always been.

However, your body had other ideas. It had been in that bed for eight long hours, and it needed to stretch. As you did so, tensing and relaxing and spreading your body out to work out the stiffness of sleep, you felt it. You could feel it, hard against your thigh now, and you weren’t foolish enough to believe it to be anything other than Elliot’s penis. You were about to just chock it up to morning wood, until you felt his breath quicken against your shoulder, his hand grip yours tighter, and a barely stifled moan breach his lips.

Sensitive… he was always so sensitive when he was pent up. The oddities of the week started to piece together inside your head, clicking together ever so simply. You were stiff, for a moment, painfully so… similarly, his cock was STILL pressed against you as you debated and questioned in your head what to do. A conclusion came quickly, however, and with that you turned to him and brought a hand to his face. You chased his lips with a passionate fervor, wasting no time with words that you thought would just get in the way. He breaks the kiss quickly however, proving you wrong as he straddles you.

“I need you, my love. Badly.” It’s short, breathy, lacking his usual smoothness and charisma. These are words tinged with just as much lust and desire as love and passion. “I need you to fuck me, darling. I’ve needed it all week.” His hips move feverishly against yours,  a look of strained arousal on his face as he rubs himself against you. Your hands move to them, slowing his movements as you take control of the situation. He groans in protest, but you pay him no mind. After all, he’ll be feeling much better once you get those pants off of him.

Pulling off his sweatpants while he relentlessly grinds himself into you is no small task, but it’s easy compared to keeping yourself from ripping the fabric of your boxers. Truth is, this whole scenario almost had you as riled up as him, straining against your underwear while he raised his hips so you could pull his off. His shaft and balls rested heavy on your stomach, painfully hard and red, throbbing as it felt the warmth of your skin. Elliot looked down at you, his breathing heavy as he tried his best to contain himself. You were little better, your hands resting on him, one on his hips and the other on his thigh. Slowly, you slipped your hand between the both of you and pulled your cock through it’s fabric sheath, gazing into his eyes as you stroked it slowly.

“How do you want me, Elliot?” Your hand stroked his thigh, grounding him in the moment as you spoke. As he answers, he rubs his knuckles over your stomach, the other resting on his leg. “Like this, my dear. I want to look at you. I want to look into your eyes.” It's shaky, but it's said with a grin and a comforting tone. You sit up slightly, your cock resting against his ass as you look at him. He nods, and the fun starts.

You line yourself up to his hole and begin to ease yourself in, wary of how tight he is. Elliot braces himself on your shoulders as you push inside, a long groan escaping his mouth as you stop about halfway inside. You clash your lips with his as you fully push inside, muffling each other’s moans. You hold him close, lazily thrusting into his ass as you bask in his body. You keep looking up into his eyes as he looks down into yours, composure lost as he moans quietly into the air. Your hands roam his body as he shivers in your grasp, one hand resting lightly on his ass, the other gliding up his back, slowly coming to the back of his head.

Your hand rests in his hair, pulling him closer so that you could line kisses along his jaw. Elliot whined into your ear as you pumped into him, reaching the deepest parts of his body as he ground his hips into yours. He was so pretty like this. No wonder you couldn’t keep yourself from pulling his hair, giving you the perfect angle to lay kisses on his neck. He couldn’t stop himself from bucking down onto you harder when you bit his neck. You couldn’t help yourself, instincts taking over as you left your mark on his body. As you ruined him, inside and out, he moaned and cried out in pleasure, your hand still pulling his hair to get better angles to lay kisses and bites.

Elliot wasn’t going to last very long. Right then, all of his most lustful desires were being fulfilled, and he couldn’t be more satisfied. The love of his life was balls deep inside of him with no intention of pulling out, and he couldn’t be more in love. His cock was rubbing against your stomach, and he couldn’t feel closer to the edge. “My love… I’m… not going to…” If your hand hadn’t been in his hair, he would’ve collapsed into your shoulder, crying out as he peaked. He tumbled over the edge of orgasm with a loud, drawn out moan as you wrapped your hand around his cock. As you stroked him to completion, he whimpered and melted under your touch, cum splattering across your stomach in a vulgar display of love.

You, however, weren’t done. You were getting closer, every thrust becoming a monumental hurdle. He was no longer grinding against you, as exhausted as he was, so you were fucking up into him at your best pace. As you inched closer, you hesitated, whispering into his ear. “Can I… finish-” He interrupted quickly, exhaustion fading under a burst of excitement. “Inside, my dear, inside of me. I want your cum inside of me…” Your response was swift, firmly clashing lips together as you held his hips and thrusted up into him as fast as you could. You brought yourself to your climax quickly, holding him down on you as you filled his hole with a nice, thick creampie. 

You crumpled back onto the bed, Elliot falling with you as exhaustion took its toll. You were sticky, tired, and covered in cum. You were also in a state of absolute bliss, holding your lover tight in your arms as the both of you recovered. He held you just the same, whispering praises and affirmations into your ear as he tried to regain strength in his legs. It was his suggestion that the both of you get in the bath, one that you quickly agreed to. Slowly, (with slightly unsteady legs on Elliot’s part) a warm bath had been set and soaped up, bubbles overflowing onto the bathroom floor.

You laid there, in that warm bath, Elliot resting against your chest as the rest of your muscles relaxed. Holding his waist, you let your face fall into his hair. It wasn’t wet yet, but just as soft as it had always been. You held the love of your life in his arms, a smile running across your face as you thought of the next time he might have such a lustful case of writer’s block.

[ss-aquarium]

Sick Tattoos >--)))°<

●☆○°☆ The Farmer’s cousin’s coming to stay in the Valley and Sebastian’s totally taken with their tattoos☆°○☆●

Paring : {Sebastian x tattoo artist!Reader}

Wordcount : [2761]

Tags : (REQUEST!, Stranger to friends to “lovers,” “slowburn”)

Warnings : *Reader is not Farmer, Reader has tattoos, cursing, smoking*

Sebastian couldn't tear his eyes away from your tattooed biceps, sweat steadily dripping down your arms as you tugged at a parsnip firmly anchored in the dirt. There was talk among the town that the farmer had a relative staying with her, but you were far from what he expected. You didn't look like the tightly-wound corporate burnout your cousin was, but you were a similar fish out of water. He noticed your lack of proper posture and technique he's seen the Farmer display so many times before. But, he could only criticize your inexperience for so long before resuming his journey along your sleeves.

Before he could finish tracing over the canvas of your upper body, you launched up and fell flat on your ass with a parsnip in hand. He sputtered a laugh before quickly covering his mouth and looking away as you snapped your gaze to him. He fit the description you'd been given by your cousin; tall, dark (but only in fashion sense), and a little handsome. 

“Great first impression, huh?” You ease yourself off the ground, dropping the parsnip into a collecting basket, and pull off your gloves to give him a handshake.

He accepted it, shifting the package he came to deliver into his other hand to return the gesture, “They can’t all be winners.”

You smiled, half embarrassed and half intrigued. He's less curt than what your cousin had anticipated you for, and far friendlier to your new face than he was to hers. You knew it was her own friendly/persistent personality that eventually wore him down, but the way he can’t help but linger on your arms was also a likely factor. 

“You’re Sebastian, right? Little Miss Farmer told me to expect an emo guy with a gift.” You didn’t think you’d get used to calling her that anytime soon, but the girl takes pride in what she does. 

He chuckles at the branding, “Damn, is that what I’m known for around here? Harsh.” 

“But, judging from you,” he studies your style before catching your eyes again, “our numbers are growing.”

You grab the basket off the ground and nestle it into the crook of your arm, “Pretty soon, we’ll be taking over the valley, huh?”

You both share a laugh as he roots into his hoodie pocket for a black pen, clicking it and scribbling something on the inside of the card that is laid on the package he’s holding. He closed it before catching himself as he moved to write the address “to:.”

“I didn’t catch your name,” he asks, pausing his pen and glancing at you.

“It’s {Y/N}.”

“Cool.”

He quickly jots it down before shoving the pen back into his pocket and giving you the package. The weight startles you as it’s plopped into your hands but Sebastian turns around to start walking back, unphased from having this brick of a present free from his person. As he strolls away, you waddle to the front porch of the farmhouse to relieve yourself and peek into the card.

“From Robin & Sebastian (scrawled next to her name as a last-minute addition)

To: {Y/N}

You seem cool we should hang

XXX-XXX,

P.S. sick tattoos”

As you tore the brown paper to look inside the package, you found…

Wait, is this just a bunch of wood?

—

“C’mon, dude! I promise I won’t judge!”

“Hell. No. Sam doesn’t even know I have it, and I’ve had it for like three years!”

You pout at his rejection yet are still determined to get him to show you his stick-and-poke. You both sat at the Saloon bar top, waiting for Gus to finish cooking the pizza Sam ordered (the latter sulking at the pool table, practicing trick shots to distract himself and recover from having his ass handed to him by Sebastian again). After a few months in the Valley, you’d started working your way into their friend group. It certainly helps that they’re all similarly aimless twenty-somethings like yourself, but the fact that you were a semi-successful creative with a job? They practically loved you after the first hangout. It’s as if you’d been here as long as your cousin, who strongly encouraged your newfound friendships. Though, whether that’s because she wants you to get friendly with the townsfolk or because she gets irritated at the incessant hum of your tattoo gun while you practice is in the air. She practically shoved you out the door when you said you’d be out for the night…

You trace a fingertip along the wood grain and rest your chin on your palm, looking up at Sebastian. His face was slightly flushed, and his eyebrows furrowed, clearly embarrassed/annoyed at being pestered about his secret tattoo. But it’s basically his fault for even bringing up tattoos in the first place. He asked offhandedly about how many tattoos you had, and when you turned the question back to him, he’d gotten suspiciously quiet. You didn’t doubt he had at least something, but from the way he avoided eye contact and drummed his fingers, it was all too obvious he was hiding something good.

“Look, I’ve had a few coverups from shitty stick-and-pokes that I did in high school. Same boat, man. Whatever you have can’t be that bad.”

He rolled his eyes for the third time during this conversation, “That’s crazy. Anyways, still not showing you. I don’t even really like it. Dumb ass decision on my part.”

You dramatically flop onto the bar top, draping yourself over the edge. That seemed to loosen him up into a light snicker. “Ugh, can you at least tell me what it is?”

He stared at the bottles lined along the shelves from across the counter, mulling over the idea while tracing along the labels. He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and shutting his eyes before muttering something under his breath.

You perk up at the noise, “What was that?”

Another heavy sigh, “It’s a frog.”

—

You intended to walk home after the night ended, but he invited you to join him by the lake to unwind after a night full of “too much social interaction and being perceived by the public.” He’s such a stereotype, but you don’t mind entertaining his emo musings. You sit beside him, pants rolled up to your calves and shoes discarded as you both dip your feet in the warm lake. His cigarette hung loosely from his lips, head rested on his shoulder. The silence of the night was punctuated by the occasional hoot of an owl or the chirp of nearby crickets.

Suddenly you felt your phone buzz in your pants, startling you from the peace of the mountains. Fetching it from your pocket, you unlock your phone to see it’s a post notification from another tattoo artist you follow online and elbow Sebastian to look.

“Dude check this out,” you held your phone in front of him as you swipe through their recent collection of client work.

He turned his head to the side to exhale some smoke as he studied the screen. “Sweet,” is all he had to say. He obviously isn’t in the mood to say much else, but he did have a quiet smile as you took your phone back and examined the tattoos yourself. One in particular caught your eye: a shadowy silhouette suggesting a cat standing on glass, the paws darkened to suggest its weight against the surface of the person’s skin. It’s pretty cute, although you could swear you’ve seen that kind of tattoo done with a different animal before. If only you could remember what it was...

A croak sounds in the distance.

“Holy shit.”

Sebastian turns to you, a questioning eyebrow-raise meeting your gaze. 

“Ok, dude, look, what if,” the thought raced through your head as you frantically typed in your web browser to search for an example of what you’re proposing. You scroll through the image tab, leaning in to show him the same tattoo concept but for a frog.

“Since you hate your stick-and-poke so much, what if I give you a cover-up with one of these bad boys?”

His eyes widen, practically lighting up as he gently takes the phone and extinguishes his cigarette in the damp dirt. He scrolls some more on his own, fascinated by the possibilities. He lands on one in particular, stretched and far plumper compared to the rest of the examples. He bites his lip before looking back at you, shy and unsure of the decision.

“Totally free?,” you sweetened the deal, hoping he’d bite. It’s not necessarily a ploy just to see his tattoo: you did want to help him and you hadn’t had a human canvas other than yourself for a while. Seeing his ‘secret shame’ was just a bonus. He scrunches up his nose and starts chewing at his bottom lip, and for the second time tonight, you witness the internal battle he has with himself. You can hear him mumbling, and not unlike the gradual whistle of a kettle, he hums increasingly louder before finally submitting with a-

“Ugh, fuck, fine!”

—

Here Sebastian sat, leaned back in a dusty recliner you’d taken from your cousin’s storage to turn into a makeshift tattoo chair, clad in basketball shorts. He distracted himself from the inevitable as you prepared by making little comments about the trinkets and posters you decorated your room with. He especially liked your ‘Solarian Chronicles’ minifigs that lined your bookshelf, suggesting you join the bi-weekly session he hosts with Sam and Abigail.

You finished setting up your ink and assembling your gun, giving the needles a last once-over before rolling over to your ‘client.’ You tried to have a casual attitude about the process since he’s your friend, but you couldn’t help the professional scolding you gave him when he rolled his eyes at your “eat a meal, drink water, get rest beforehand” spiel. Everything was set once he agreed to the final sketch, and here you are close to placing the stencil over his stick-and-poke. You gesture to his shorts,

“Time for the big reveal, dude.”

He gives a heavy exhale as his hand fiddles with the bottom of his shorts on his right leg. “Promise not to laugh, ok?”

“Like I’ve said a hundred times, I’m not gonna laugh. C’mon, Sebastian.” You thought it was kinda silly that he’d insisted on a one-time reveal right before the tattooing, but now that you see how flushed his face is, it’s a little endearing. He really trusted you with this, and he staunchly avoided eye contact as he slid the material up his leg (you nearly went blind as he exposed the pale skin). There, located in the middle of his inner thigh, sat a fat, faded frog. Truthfully it’s more of a blob than anything, but it’s pretty cute. You can’t help the ‘aww’ that escapes you.

“Ah, fuck off, don’t ‘aww’ it!” He very obviously didn’t appreciate it with the way his face soured and dusted a darker shade of pink.

You bit the inside of your cheek to prevent the laughing you promised not to do, “I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to expect!” You pat his knee as some form of reassurance. “It’s not bad, Seb.”

Queue the eyeroll and childish crossed arms over his chest as he huffs a ‘whatever’ under his breath, the blush still heavy on his cheeks. He complies as you go through all the procedures of preparing the skin, and soon enough, you have the tattoo gun in hand ready to start. Just as you ghost the needles over his thigh, his left leg begins to shake.

“Hey, you’re gonna need to stay still y’know? I don’t think you can cover up a cover-up.”

Is his bottom lip bleeding? You hadn’t noticed his teeth puncturing the thin skin till now, too focused on his leg. Now that you straighten up and look at him fully, he looks a hot mess drenched in sweat. 

“Woah, dude are you ok?”

He clears his throat, “Y-yeah, it’s just, nerves. First time jitters, ignore it.” He obviously isn’t ignoring it as he picks at his nails. You set the gun down and take his hands in your own, catching him completely off-guard as you look into his eyes. 

“No worries dude. You just need to chill. It’s gonna be fine, I got you.” you rub your thumbs along his bony knuckles to soothe him, but he still doesn’t seem entirely convinced. It’s instinctual and oddly intimate, but you choose to ignore how weird it may seem. You look around your room, searching for something to distract him and land on your headphones hung on your bedpost. You roll there and back, taking your phone out and connecting the two before moving to place them over his ears. You open your music app and hand him the phone.

“Play something that’ll relax you.” 

You turn back to your gun, making sure it’s still ready to use, oblivious to the shocked stare he gives you. His eyes switch rapidly between you and the search bar, before he finally plays something. He slowly rests his head back and breathes deeper than he had been. You can hear the faint blast of some 2000s emo classic and smile, knowing he’s found peace in the whiny crooning. With him sated, you work at his leg for the next two hours, catching the occasional curse word of pain.

—

“So? Do you love it?”

Your headphones sat around his neck, a quiet guitar solo sounding through them as he looked down at the new tattoo. You don’t mean to brag, but it’s pretty much exactly what you’d agreed on. He breaks into a smile as moves his thigh and stretches the skin around the fresh ink.

“Honestly? Yeah, this rules.”

“That’s what I love to hear!” You clap and you discard your gloves to clean and disinfect the area before giving him the run-down of tattoo aftercare. He nods along, staring at his leg and giving you some non-committal ‘uh-huhs,’ still totally entranced with your artwork.

“Dude! You better not come crying to me if that thing gets infected ‘cause you weren’t paying attention.” You playfully shove him from his hunched posture to look at you.

“Sorry, it’s just,” he chuckles a little to himself with a small smile.

“I kinda thought I’d die with that old thing. This is kinda mind-blowing”

Always so dramatic.

“But really, thank you. Do you really not want anything though? This feels unfair.”

You wave a hand, dismissing the thought. “Really, I’m glad to help. And I needed the practice anyways. Don’t worry about it.”

He wasn’t satisfied with that answer though, and as you repeated the healing process, a thought sparked in his head. He feels the nerves simmering at the idea- about asking you the question. You’re still unaware, writing your instructions on some paper knowing he still isn’t entirely paying attention. You hand it to him, along with pumping some lotion into his hand to moisturize. He rubs it into the tattoo and slides his shorts down, looking down at the now covered area. He already misses it.

“Ok, you all good?” You stand from your chair, stretching and relishing the pops sounding from your back. Moving towards the door, you open it and gesture to walk him out. He hesitates to stand, shaking his limbs awake as he stands in the entryway. You guide him to the front door, grasping at the knob to finally send him home- not like you don’t enjoy having him there, just assuming he’d be eager to return to his hobbit hole.

“Hey, uh, actually. I wanted to ask you something. If it’s not weird, y’know, uh…”

You tilt your head at him, nodding for him to finish. He’s breathing kinda weird, and is he… blushing? The way he rubs at the back of his neck is and avoids eye contact is all too familiar. What’s up with him?

“Ok so, would you wanna. Get, dinner? Y’know as, uh, payment. I can’t not give you something.”

Your face lights up in surprise, and you smile at the suggestion. So that’s what’s up with him. The intention behind his question was somewhat lost on you, but not entirely. You know he’s awkward, but this is an unfamiliar attitude. It’s endearing, once again.

“Totally. I’m getting kinda tired of Farmer feeding me raw produce all the time.”

He laughs, relaxes back into his regular demeanor. 

“Cool.”

A/N: Ah!! First Request! Hope you love it. Kinda ran with the idea, as you can tell by the 2500< word count.

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