Quinnn Congratulations for ur 500 followers!!! U deserve that and more!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳 And I'm here begging like a starved human for Sebastian (Stardew) x Sol (TKATB), if it's not to much to ask when u have the time no rush or pressure 🙂↕️🙏 I got body worship in the wheel prompt hehe🫣
hi poli!
this will be the last post on this blog and then i'll only be over at @burekforsatoru for good!
thank you so much for sending me this request, i really love the idea and the visuals that you make of these disaster boyfriends fill me with such giddiness!
so here's a little smutty piece of these losers being awfully down bad for each other ♡
sebastian (stardew valley)/sol (the kid at the back) | 1.8k words | smut, cnc, somnophilia, body worship, blowjob, drug use
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it's been a while since sebastian felt so utterly helpless, lying motionless on his bed not knowing how long he'd been out.
the sleeping pills have worked a little too well, definitely not helped by the fact that he chugged the entire glass of juice that sol had given him earlier that day. he's starting to come to, waking up slowly first with his hearing, ears slightly perking up at the sound of the sheets on his bed rustling under another body. sol is still there, he notes. he can smell him, the comforting scent that was so intense in his nostrils while they tried cooking together now almost infused in the pillowcase under sebastian's cheek.
he slowly opens his eyes, only to see sol's smiling face in front of him.
"good morning, pumpkin." sol says, as soft as the caress of his hand along sebastian's.
seb tries to speak, but his tongue feels too heavy to move, his lips too numb. sol notices, letting out a little chuckle as he shifts closer.
"that's normal for how much you drank. it will get back to normal soon… probably." he groans as he props himself up on his elbow. "you're so cute when you sleep. peaceful. not scowling."
seb scoffs, or at least attempts to, finding that he can finally move his tongue a little, though his lips are still closed. he takes the moment to look at sol, the soft, relaxed smile on his boyfriend's face something he's come to appreciate for how rare a sight it is. he has no space to talk about scowling, seb thinks, being hardly the ray of sunshine on the outside himself. but the compliment feels good in his bones, just like everything sol tells him. it feels like he really sees him, like he knows even the things about him that he shouldn't know, and yet it makes everything a little less lonely when he didn't even know he wanted company.
"what?" sol asks, lowering his gaze as if becoming shy from the constant attention of seb's dark eyes. "you slept okay?"
sebastian slowly nods, using so much effort in just these simple movements, and tries to lift his hand to move a strand of hair from sol's face. his eyes follow his movements and he slightly frowns when he sees that the skin of his hand is smeared with something translucent white dried around his thumb and wrist.
"oh…" sol notices the frown and chuckles quietly, reaching for sebastian's hand with his own, lifting it a little closer to seb's face so he can see it better. "your hands were so soft, i couldn't help myself."
sebastian blinks slowly, taking control of his hand movements again to bring that hand to his mouth and press a long kiss to it, not caring about the dried cum on his skin, relishing the closeness with sol, no matter what it entails.
sol groans at the sight, his red eyes rolling back as he shifts closer to sebastian, taking his hand away from his mouth and pressing his own lips against him, parting the slow and lazy lips still regaining feeling after being numb for hours, biting into his bottom lip, savouring the low groan that vibrates against his mouth in return.
sebastian wiggles his fingers now that the feeling in them is returning, they itch to touch sol again, to take his hair tie out and card his fingers through his hair and pull, pull until sol's throat lets out that slow groan that he got to feel the last time he kissed his neck.
"let me…" sol murmurs into the kiss while sebastian slowly regains the feeling in his limbs. "let me show you what i did to you."
sol's eyes are half-lidded, wanting, his lip caught between his teeth as seb once again surrenders control to him. he kisses down sebastian's neck, biting at the very base of it where he feels the racing pulse beat under the thin skin. seb inhales sharply at the bite, forcing his hands to stay gripping the sheets under him and not wrap around sol's body to hold him closer, but it's getting increasingly more difficult when his t-shirt starts lifting, sol's hands cold against his tingling skin, bunching up the material to slide it over his head.
"this is where i started… you were so sweet when you slept so peacefully." sol murmurs, vibrating the words against sebastian's skin as his lips descend down his body, tongue darting out to flick over sebastian's nipple and that's when he can no longer keep his hands down. he cups sol's face and gently trails back into his hair, making him smile as he nips at seb's chest, the piercings on his bottom lip a welcome cold sensation against the wet marks he keeps leaving behind.
"i love your skin, so smooth…" sol trails off, the corner of his lips curling when sebastian snorts at that. he looks up at the relaxed boy under him and winks at him. "i know… sounds bad, but i mean it. i love kissing it."
then he proves it to him. seb's hips buck up in reflex when sol sucks his nipple into his mouth. sebastian gasps and tugs slightly on his hair, but sol's tongue grazes the peak of his nipple so tenderly, making seb all the needier to rub himself against something, anything, just to get rid of this want in his cock. sol has him by the waist, cold palms pressing against sebastian's heated skin while his hips search for any trace of sol. mercifully, he moves his hips in between seb's legs, hooking his arm under one of them to hike up seb's one leg around his waist. encouraged, sebastian rolls his hips higher, letting moan after moan drip from his mouth while sol teases his tingling body.
his kisses are southbound, parting seb's legs as he slips from under his knee to lower his body and give himself access to sebastian's smooth stomach. a few more bites, a few more muttered praises that sebastian wishes he could understand, wishes his brain was more than a bunch of wool lit up by an occasional bulb whenever a particularly horny noise spills from his lips. being under sol's hands, under his intense red gaze, it's more than sebastian could've hoped for when he first saw him on that pier in the rain. in his spot, but they shared the umbrella then, and now they share so much more, breaths and kisses and the tingle in their toes the moments before they cum and the thrum of their bodies when they touch each other.
sol's tongue flattens against sebastian's navel, slowly dragging up as he lifts his gaze. they lock eyes, sebastian forcing himself not to roll his eyes back as the lick turns into the softest kiss, into a chain of gentle little pecks down the dark trail of hair contrasting with his pale skin that marks the path down into his boxers. sol is quick to lower his already unzipped jeans, carelessly pulled back up while sebastian was asleep. his cock is already throbbing, pressing up against the fabric of his underwear begging to be let out and touched again. seb would beg if he had to, but sol won't make him do that, not when there's ripe moans to be picked from seb's throat, especially when he knows exactly how to get them out.
he's almost got all of his feeling back in his body, but he lies unmoving now, anticipating the contact of sol's mouth as it circles his crotch, kissing his hip bones tenderly. sol looks up again and smiles before licking the precum stained patch of seb's boxers.
"are you okay, pumpkin? you want me to show you more?" he purrs, hooking his fingers under the waistband of sebastian's underwear and sliding them lower, making seb's breath hitch when his cock finally springs free, his tip pink and glossy, twitching under such close attention.
"y-yeah," sebastian stutters out, "m-more… please?"
he's whiny when he's so needy, and sol chuckles at the effect his undivided attention has on his boyfriend. it's cute, and sebastian can disagree all he likes, hating the way he's already leaking from his cock at the slightest of licks of sol's teasing tongue, but sol looks at him like he's something precious. he lifts himself up one last time to look down at sebastian's body sprawled out and flushed across the dark sheets before he leans back down to lick from the base of his shaft to the end of his tip, catching a bead of precum on his tongue. he savours it, making sebastian groan at the sight before taking his cock into his hand and finally, finally, wrapping his lips around seb's needy cock.
the moment that sol starts sucking, sebastian lifts his hips up off the bed and whimpers like a needy little thing, like sol likes to call him every time he does it when they fuck. now, sol's eagerness is evident in the swipes of his palm across the length that he can't fit into his mouth. seb's pretty little moans only spur him on, the quick, desperate rolls of his hips up into sol's mouth make him that much more willing to finish him off and get to fucking his soft hand like he did while seb was asleep, that guilty little pleasure that's so hard to give up when his boyfriend has such pretty, long fingers that can wrap around his cock so perfectly. he hollows out his cheeks, and in turn seb cries out, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles go white, shuddering as he cums down sol's throat, not tearing his dark eyes from sol's devilish red ones.
this is how he worships him, awake or asleep. it's been a while since sebastian felt useless and alone, but every day since sol moved into town has been a lesson in companionship. he finally catches his breath when sol gently pulls up his boxers over his hipbones and presses a feather-light kiss to his sensitive tip over the underwear. there's not a single drop of sebastian's cum wasted, all of it swallowed immediately after he shot it into his mouth. it gives seb a strange sense of pride, seeing sol smug after sucking his cock like that, like his pleasure and confidence means that much to someone, like he's finally found his place in this town.
as sol crawls back up seb's body and lies down next to him again, sebastian quickly rolls over and straddles his hips, looking down at the slightly startled but obviously aroused sol, his sweet mouth stretched into a smile as sebastian leans down to whisper into his ear, already gliding his hands down his sensitive sides.
"gotta return the favour now…"
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PLEASEEE DEIRAN x FEM READER 😢😢I love him so much he's so underrated ughhh, the scenerio could take place after the ending where we dance with him, I need it Smutty. GOTTA GIVE MY MAN THE LOVE THAT HE DESERVES
hi thank you so much for requesting! sorry it took me two months to reply oopsie! anyway, as much as deiran is out of my comfort zone, and his dialogue made me want to tear my hair out while i was writing it, i can safely say that i'm happy with how this came out. i hope you enjoy it!
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deiran (don't eat the cashier)/f!reader | 1.8k words | prompt: after the ending | fluff, smut, vaginal sex, creampie
"this is a huge space for just one person."
just after you say it, you can hear a reply in your head, something that any other man would say back. but he's not just any other man.
"my darling, i've been roaming this place with my own mind as company for too long. i'm beyond happy to have a companion such as yourself, lest i go mad in the endless loneliness."
you decide not to mention that he's already mad, just like he didn't respond with 'you know what else is huge', but rather something so beautiful and unsettling… much like himself.
instead, you go quiet and let him twirl you again, listening to the clicking of your heels on the shiny marble floor in the rhythm of the music that's not really playing. you're caught by his hand on the small of your back, a safety net that dips you lower until your head hangs back and the grand hall you're dancing in is surprisingly not upside down. quickly, you shake the unease of the spinning room and deiran picks you back up, holding you against his chest while you gaze into his eyes, at once powerful and bending to your whims, a master and servant in one body and mind.
he told you on the way here that you were the queen he'd been waiting for, and by now you've started to believe it. the old you would call you a gullible fool, but the old you hasn't met him. the old you hasn't witnessed the pull towards him from the moment he spoke and your soul come alive, like it'd known him since the beginning, like they had been a part of the same star once upon an ancient time.
the imaginary music stops once deiran scoops you into his arms and walks with his silent steps out of the hall, letting you cast one final glance at the ever-changing ceiling that twinkles with thousands of stars reflecting the night sky outside of the castle. the silence continues through the dark hallway until the torches come to life as he walks past them, blooming with the fire and the shadows that dance on the walls behind them, a terrifying, yet comforting warmth that's welcoming you into your new home as its master.
the bedroom is smaller than you anticipated. or maybe it's made smaller by the sheer size of the bed at its very centre. deiran puts you down onto the floor and you immediately reach for his hand, dragging him after you to witness your awe as you flutter through the room to run your fingers along the intricately carved frames around gorgeous paintings decorating the stone walls. he reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, then leans in to trail his lips down your neck, and you already know where tonight leads, because you're relaxed under his fingertips, surprisingly warm as they slide the sleeves of the dress he enchanted for you earlier down your arms, the bodice ribbons drop like an invisible force has cut them apart, the dress pools around your feet as you turn to tangle your fingers into deiran's hair.
in an instant, with a snap of his long pale fingers, his clothes are vanished, all that's left is the clip in his hair that you quickly throw across the room, not caring where it will land, because now you can run your hand along his scalp and tug… a little harder so he lets out a chuckle into your mouth, catching your bottom lip between his sharp teeth until you whine.
"you play mouse to my cat, your highness?" he all but purrs against your lips, inviting you to part them and let his tongue dance with yours. "i wonder… how much power are you ready to take? and how much you're ready to hand over…"
you're too afraid to ask what he means by it, because he's so sure of himself at all times, and seeing him hand over control to you may just be the end of the reality as you know it. but there's something nagging at your fluttering little heart that's imagining the trickster king beneath you, undressed physically and emotionally. thinking of his red eyes swallowed by his pupils as he worships his queen that he's been waiting for. it would feel good taking the reins, at least for a little while, and his grip around your waist tells you it's on the table, the offer so sweet on his tongue as you kiss him.
deiran wastes no time letting you wonder, as if reading the unsaid questions from the tip of your tongue he's walking you backwards to the large bed and instead of pushing you onto it, he twirls you both until he's falling down onto the mattress, pulling you on top of him and securing you with his hands squeezing your waist.
looking down at him from this height, seeing his pale hair splayed against the rich dark sheets as soft as the night outside, you wonder if this is just a reflection of what he thinks you'll like. the desire to know if this is his true form grows in your chest, and his parted lips let through small breaths as your hands trail up his torso and back down to his abdomen, feeling him solid underneath you while his very real hands feel your sides, squeezing you like he's trying to absorb you into him.
"you're much too beautiful to hide under all this clothes," he whispers, "allow me…"
you nod silently, swallowing saliva that's been gathering in your mouth as you forgot how to breathe. you don't mention, though, that all this clothes is just a tiny pair of panties and a bra that's one of the only remnants of your mortal-worldly clothes that you have here in the castle. you watch it tear with a swift pull of his fingers. just like that, it's gone, thread ripping where his long finger hooks under the fabric of it and then it's off. you can't help but shiver, your nipples pebble against the sudden air that envelops them like a loving embrace. your panties are the next, and last, to go. now that deiran's warm body is right against your wetness, you test out the movements of your hips by gently rocking them against him, supported by your palms on his abdomen.
the king groans deeply as you graze the tip of his cock. the grip of his fingertips against your hips shows how incredible his restraint is getting, not to just flip you over and stuff himself into you until you're crying for air. your eyes caress his gleaming skin, pale under the moonlight peeking through the window bathing him in its silvery light. oh you're gulping air like you're starving, rolling your hips against him again until you push yourself lower, grinding against the head of his cock until it's rubbing against your clit so perfectly that you moan, making deiran's eyes close for a brief moment.
"beloved," he gasps, "i'll beg if i must."
what a gorgeous promise falling from his greedy tongue. you won't be needing his begging tonight, not when your cunt is crying to feel him, drenching the length of his shaft with her juices to plead for the feeling of being full. a quick decision leads to your hips lifting just enough, his strong hands keeping you there until you're holding his pretty cock in your hand and, with no second guesses, aligning his tip with your entrance.
sinking down onto him may be the longest few moments in your entire mortal life. as if the stars have aligned, you're seated on top of him like a queen on her throne.
his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, lips parted, eyes fixed on your beautiful face. one look at his flexing forearms has you nearly collapse onto his chest to let him take over instead of you, but you're taking this chance to guide your first time with your king to your own liking, especially since the power was so kindly handed to you.
deiran's moans are like magic twinkling in the night while you roll your hips on him, taking his cock deeper inside you. he's holding onto you like he's not sure how to stay tethered to this reality if his palms aren't pressed against your skin. looking at you in reverence, he's slowly bucking his hips up, pressing deeper into your warm pussy, squelching little noises like kisses against the base of his cock. your legs tremble as you ride him, struggling to keep you up as his tip hits that soft spot inside you that has your toes curling into the silky sheets.
you're breathless by the time his hands wrap around your waist and pull you down against his chest, making his hip movements desperate as you whine into his shoulder and he fucks you through them. countless grunts end up in your hair from his throat, his grip on your body like steel as his hand presses your lower back down, making you take his thick cock deeper and deeper, and he listens to your precious little whimpers while he apologises, he'll let you take charge next time, there will be another, he just needs this, he needs it, he needs you to take him just like that. because how perfect are you, glowing and shivering and whimpering as he fucks into you faster, until your lips form that perfect moan for him and you tighten around his shaft, coating it in slick while your toes cramp against his thighs, the orgasm nearly paralysing your entire body for a moment.
he curses then, stifled by your shoulder as his hips stutter and give out, stopping only after he's spilled all that he has for you in that moment, coating your warm, soft walls in his essence as pale as the moon.
your body goes slack on top of him.
his arms hold you even tighter.
the king is already whispering sweet promises into your hair, the gentle reminders of your royal claim on his heart and body, the soft praises as his cock slowly slips out from your full cunt, not without a little whine as you part.
there will be more, he tells you, he'll give you everything you could ever want. you don't doubt it for a second, holding onto his bare shoulder to stop feeling dizzy. the king rolls you over, taking the covers with him to wrap you both into a safe layer of silk. he grins. a swift glint of his sharp teeth lets you know he's got you here for good, and there will be another dance, another chance.
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TUMBLR'S RECENT UPDATE IS AWFUL AND WE SHOULD COMPLAIN LOUDER AGAINST IT.
Hey so, I thought maybe we should participate in a blackout day to protest against the new tumblr update.
Let's try March 19. So that people have time to see this and plan for it.
Do not log in or use tumblr for 24 on this day.
Reblog this and make a tag chain to maximise visbility—the more people aware of this awful update, the better.
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I think we should show tumblr that we are not happy with this update in every possible way we can.
File support tickets with feedback (SEE BELOW ON HOW TO SEND FEEDBACK), post about how this update makes you feel, reblog other's posts about this update, offer as detailed and honest feedback as possible to tumblr—WE DO NOT WANT THIS UPDATE!!
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I used to like tumblr and I'd like to cling to it, but this update is just horrible. It makes me not want to continue posting at all. It is utterly demotovating as-is with my being mature labelled, but this update is just intolerable. I do not know how I will feel motivated to post at all in the future if this update is not rolled back.
I know I don't have much reach, especially with a label on, but I hope this reaches at least a few people.
Please participate if you care. Please reblog and tag people you know. Send every bit of feedback to tumblr that you possibly can.
I really don't want to see my once favorite site ruined beyond repair. I really want to continue enjoying this site. I have a community of people here which I have built over years, a community which I deeply love and appreciate and cherish interacting with. My blog thrives on being able to see feedback in reblogs on my post. The whole point of posting is that people see it and engage with it. This update is at best nonsensical and at worst, going to shred off many creators from the platform and rip apart any last bits of fun we have using it.
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Congratulations on 500 followers! This is wonderful and so deserved!
I thought I'd send you a request since your writing is utterly delicious.
If it is okay I would love to see you do a little nsfw Stardew Harvey piece. Reader x Harvey would be amazing. I spun your prompt wheel and got Golden Hour which somehow suited the good doctor so well!
I'd love to see what you come up with!
Congratulations again!! Hope you have the best day!
hi kelly! thank you so much for this request.
i don't have a lot of (or any) experience writing harvey, but i had a thought of one of my old sebastian fics so i put on the same song i looped during writing that, and this cute little childhood romance is what i came up with. i hope you still enjoy it even though it's not nsfw, i just didn't have a single idea of how to envision it so i'm sorry about that!
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harvey (stardew valley)/reader | 900 words | prompt: golden hour | fluff, childhood sweethearts
the clearing west of the forest is nearly empty now. a few stragglers stayed after the flower dance officially ended, some of the kids now sprawled out in the grass picking daisies to make flower crowns. the table is emptied, too, plates mostly taken away by gus at some point in the day, the food scoffed down early on as the participants had only started to gather.
you didn't go along with the other kids.
despite the promise to your grandparents, you didn't go back home.
harvey didn't go either.
your hands hardly separated from that first time that he held out his palm towards the sky, sweaty and warm, and mumbled the question he'd practised in front of the mirror all week. now, after the dance has ended, you're still holding that same clammy hand, fingers intertwined and pressing against your knuckles like he's trying to make sure you're really there, you really said yes. he didn't step on your toes too much during the dance, but then again you weren't old enough to dance among the adults so you followed your own steps, choreography that's a string of half turns and tiptoeing back and forth before harvey tried to twirl you. your giggle felt like the petals landing on his hair — gentle and pretty and so damn precious. like the pink storm of small flowers carried by the breeze. harvey knew then that he wanted to hear it again, and again, until he can't hear anything else, and even then, he would feel it on his skin, in his bones, in his heart.
the dress you wear is the closest thing to the real flower dance that you could get, having begged your grandmother to make you one. he knows you cried on command to guilt trip her, he knows the very memory you summoned to start the tears flowing. but he pretends not to know, sparing you the feeling of someone being in on your secret. harvey knows that you like your secrets.
when the dance ended, he felt sick to his stomach. he knew that it wouldn’t last forever, but the sun crept up on him and nearly made him fall onto his knees to beg for more time, for more chances to memorise the way that the makeshift crown looked in your hair, the way your dress twirled, the way your skin glowed under the warm spring sun. now, hours later, the golden light hits the meadow bathing it in warmth, one last caress of sunshine before everything goes to sleep, before he has to let go of your hand and go back to normal, counting down the days until you can dance together again. maybe he'll ask to hold your hand on spirit's eve, leading you through the maze and pretending he's not scared of the large monsters that look too real for comfort.
until fall, he's going to cherish the squeeze of your fingers on his hand, the sparkle in your eyes, and the smile he catches from the corner of his eye. a quick movement catches him off-guard, your tentative hand fixes his glasses on the bridge of his nose as you stand in front of him, golden as the necklace whose pendant dips just under the fabric of your dress. harvey fights with himself, wanting to make the moment last, wanting to see you look at him like that for longer than he has, but his instincts all tell him to close his eyes. blindly, harvey leans in and hopes you're doing the same. the breath that catches in his chest is suspended in the moment like a drop of morning dew on a leaf, hanging between tipping over and staying nestled in its support, and he doesn't know how this will end, but damn it he will try for you.
the instant your lips meet in a clumsy kiss is over before he understood what's happening.
your balance is off, and no amount of holding onto his shaky hand is enough to save you from toppling over each other into the grass, yelping in surprise, but with no help coming to you. you lie there in brief shock, poor harvey looking like he's about to get swallowed up by the ground, but when you laugh… his heart dances much like the two of you did earlier that day. he chuckles with you, heat creeping up his neck and reddening his cheeks as you roll over to sit on your heels, inviting him to follow. the shy boy, the town doctor's son, always so careful and quiet, blooms with happiness when you reach out to hold not his hand but his cheek this time, and he will remember this for decades to come. the second kiss, the one he's prepared for, makes his hands tingle with the urge to hold yours, to embrace you and to stay like that until you get dragged home, but he lets them rest in his lap while your pout is pressed against his. parting from it is the hardest thing he's done, blinking to chase away the dark behind his eyelids reveals your blushing golden face, and harvey knows that this moment will stay engraved in his heart forever. the moment that shaped him. the person that guided him. the sun that made him see his future, and it's with you. it's always with you.
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If you're still doing prompts, how about a little Sam/Sebastian (surprise) sex pollen? (I spun the wheel three times and it landed on sex pollen each time. Who am I to argue with fate?)
anne! thank you so much for the request!
i had to ask for help on figuring out what to write for the guys and sex pollen, having never written something like it, and @velvetlilith777 gave me the idea which i really ended up enjoying. so thank you again for not fighting fate and giving me a good challenge! i hope you enjoy this ♡
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sam/sebastian (stardew valley) | 2k words (don't look at me) | prompt: sex pollen | smut, anal sex, mildly dubious consent (on the account of sex pollen, but they're very much into it), semi-public sex i guess?
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sebastian knows that going into the greenhouse is a bad idea, but sam was already grabbing for the hidden key before he could open his mouth to stop him.
he's slowly making his way up the path after sam's almost running steps. surely there was a reason why they aren't allowed in, why that's the only thing that the farmer specified was out of bounds. for days, he has tried to think of something that would be so outrageous that would make her say it so explicitly, not even elaborating what it is that sam should be so careful around. he wouldn't even believe sam's words if he hadn't heard the farmer say it herself, ignoring his simple question. the dodged why has been hanging over his head like a dark cloud ever since she left to visit her family for the week, and it's been hell. the missing information kept him awake some of the nights, when the walk to the lake and back wouldn't do much to soothe his investigative mind, when the ache behind his eyes wouldn't let him sit still while sam is doing the daily farm chores that she has saddled him with… actually, that's not fair. sam jumped at the opportunity to be useful like an over-excited puppy so much so that sebastian was shocked that there was no tail wagging involved.
but all that means that sam is busy sweating in the field while sebastian sits at his desk at home and tries not to think about the farmer's secret. the picture of dorian gray comes to his mind too often for comfort, or even something gruesome she could be hiding. to stop himself from searching up can dead bodies be stored in the greenhouse, he pulls himself away from his desk and goes down the familiar path to the farm.
sam greets him all red-faced, sweaty, and out-of-breath.
the sight does nothing to stifle the heat rising in sebastian's cheeks but everything to make him forget about the questions that were running around his head for days. as soon as they kiss and sam's callused palm presses sebastian closer, making him feel just how warm sam is from the sun and the work he's been doing on the farm (and getting paid way better than at joja anyway), he's ready to just go down to one of the ponds and relax by the rippling water until the sun starts setting.
sam, however, has other plans.
a brief catch-up leads to sam admitting he has found the key to the greenhouse, and just like that, sebastian is stuck in place as if sinking into quicksand. she said not to go in there under any circumstances. wagged her finger at them, even. who wouldn't be apprehensive?! sam, apparently, because he whispers the newest find into sebastian's ear and immediately legs it towards the large imposing structure in the corner of the farm. sebastian stands there transfixed, half-excited, half-terrified, and maybe he wants to stop sam, to reach out and yank him back to talk some sense into him, but the part of him that's so stupidly curious is wrestling with the rational, sensible part, and pins its wrist to the ground, rendering it helpless against the quickness of sam's steps.
when he starts moving, it's as if the air is fighting him. sam places the key into the door and unlocks it before glancing back at sebastian with that big goofy smile. he's too happy with himself for going directly against the farmer's wishes, too excited to just walk into somewhere that he's specifically been forbidden to even look.
the large glass door opens silently. not with a creak, which sebastian expected almost like in a bad horror movie. not with a single noise that would alert some of the animals dwelling on the farm to someone attempting to enter. like thieves in the night, only stupid boys in broad daylight, they close the door behind them, the eternity that took sebastian to make himself walk in safely put behind them outside of the glass door.
the greenhouse is beautiful. the greenhouse is terrifying.
the imposing, cold building on the outside looks more like a rainforest on the inside than like anything belonging in pelican town. the simple doorway seems to have transported them into another world where no human has gone before. aside from the farmer herself, of course. sebastian can feel the difference in temperature before anything else, sweat starts to bead at his forehead and the back of his neck, little cold droplets gliding down the back of his shirt that's already feeling too constricting.
sam doesn't stay in the same place for more than a few seconds, meandering around the large plots of soil hosting tall-growing plants that seem to reach so high up sebastian wasn't sure if that's a flower he can see on the top until one of them got slightly bent by sam walking between the stalks. it's surprisingly quiet, save for some rustling caused by sam's wandering and what seems to be fluttering of wings. there's a little piece of the glass roof cracked open, and a couple of birds are flying in and out. sebastian follows them with his eyes, smiling at the only other creatures getting in on this secret little space right under everyone's noses. it must be something precious in these flowers, something worth preserving and stopping anyone from knowing of their habitat. there must be something special, he thinks, something he should look up when he gets back home, just to see what it is that has the farmer so hell-bent on keeping everyone out.
the birds make their way to one of the corners of the greenhouse and land in their nest, their pretty chirps attracting sebastian to come closer and have a better look at the beautiful colour of their feathers. he takes a quick step back, feeling even more warmth in his cheeks once one of the birds mounts the other, starting to flap its wings while mating.
he turns around as if giving them privacy, deciding to go find sam in the forest of greenery.
"sam!" he shouts, probably louder than necessary, but all he can hear, other than the excited chirps of the mating birds, is slight rustling that sounds like it can come from any direction of the greenhouse.
"over here!" he tries to locate the source of the voice, but it's getting harder to find the exit with the stepping tiles being so unevenly distributed, making it look like the plants are taking over any space they like, not caring about the farmer's intentions of walking through the plots.
sebastian nearly collides with sam when he pushes one of the stalks aside and the next one he's about to push out of the way pushes him too, sam's bare arms clutching him before they inevitably fall down tumbling on the ground together.
"shit!" shouts sam.
"ow!" yelps seb.
he's bracing himself for landing on the ground, but sam's body breaks his fall. for a moment, both of them just stay there and let the pollen around them settle, covering their clothes and skin, sticking to the sweaty patches of sam's back and arms, to the damp fabric of sebastian's shirt, in their hair, in their noses and mouths. a sneeze shakes sam's entire body, and seb can hardly stop himself laughing, but the way he's sprawled out on top of him is just too comfortable to let him get up and away from an inevitable sneezing fit from the amount of flowers around them.
seb's painfully aware of his erection, but unlike the other times when he'd hide and wait until they were alone and safe from being discovered, he can't seem to stop himself rutting his hips into sam's ass. sam isn't helping either, damn it, groaning as seb presses his lips against the back of his sweaty neck, ignoring the bright yellow dusting on his skin that's sticking to pouty lips like proof of affection. the heat is becoming unbearable, moving from the surface of their skin to the depths of their abdomens, and seb doesn't even remember how he moved, but suddenly his jeans are unbuttoned and halfway down his thighs. he doesn't remember how, but sam has wiggled just enough to pull his work trousers down as well, grinding his hips into the ground underneath them both. they really shouldn't be doing this in the greenhouse, a fleeting thought quickly replaced by the vibration of sam's moan as seb tugs on his boxers to get a step closer to the only thing that will make this horrific heat disappear.
it's almost too painful now, almost impossible to handle another moment that he's not buried balls deep in sam, but seb's being as gentle as he can with the slow, shallow rolls of his hips, no matter how much sam is gasping under him, pleading to go on already, to fuck him harder, to make it all go away. he sounds like he's on the edge of a sneeze and seb wants to laugh at his reddened eyes as he keeps repeating his name over and over again, pushing his hips up to hurry him, desperate to get filled by seb's aching cock. but the feeling of utmost urgency is overwhelming, making seb have to close his eyes once he's fully sheathed inside him.
his hands grab hold of fistfuls of dirt, dark soil dotted with the violent yellow of pollen still not absorbed into it, and he can't stand it anymore. seb's hips snap forward, rutting against the softness of sam's ass cheeks, desperate to get them both to the edge and cum right then and there. he can't help himself, not with the way that sam groans against the dirt that's sticking to his cheek, not with the pollen that's covering the back of his neck, not with his hand trapped underneath his hips desperately stroking his cock while seb rolls his hips into his ass, harder, faster, louder, grunting like his voice is ripping out of his throat.
sam's filthy little groan makes seb's eyes roll back, the way his hole is squeezing him is making it impossible to keep his composure any longer. he grunts like the weight of the world is sitting on his shoulders and presses deep inside sam, letting out a curse when he cums following sam's own cry as his silvery white release spills onto the ground, soaking into the soil. their hips still after a few more dragged out thrusts, settling into the cold dirt to catch their breath. sebastian's arms drop onto the ground, burrowing under sam's torso to hold him closer for a beat or two, until he can swallow his saliva and not feel his heartbeat in his throat.
pulling away is harder than anything in the world, but no matter how much he's desperate to fuck him again, to roll around in that greenhouse for hours, until he's physically unable to get it up, until no amount of sucking will get him to stay hard, until he's left his soul behind in spurts of cum, there's something about the sticky pollen that's rubbing off of sam's skin onto sebastian's sleeve that freaks him out. standing on his wobbly legs, sebastian zips up his jeans and thinks twice about holding onto the large stalk beside him for balance. he helps sam up, helps him dust off the yellow powder off his sunburned shoulders while sam zips up his pants, and before they can throw themselves into another round, they run for the exit. sebastian pats along his pockets to make sure his cigarettes are still there and not somewhere in that mess of plants, he lights one with a shaky hand while sam fumbles with the key, trying to put it back in the same place he found it in, hoping to everything holy that the farmer doesn't find out they've been snooping. or worse.
the walk away from the farm is mostly quiet, and there's a very clear understanding in the looks they give each other — nobody can know about what happened in there. and most of all, the warning given to them by the farmer seems to have been less likely to keep them out of the greenhouse… and more likely to keep that damn pollen inside it.
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Can we get a Sebastian from Stardew, please?
Where the farmer gifted him a frog egg, wondering how you would write him and see how he would respond. Just thought it might be cute, thank you 👉👈💖
farmer can be reader insert or Sunny, which ever you prefer (not gonna say no to some good sunbastian)
Love your writing
hello anon that i definitely don't know who you are because i didn't recognise your style of messaging and the emojis you use. thank you so much for requesting this, at the time i thought this would be an x reader moment, but i've been missing my girl sunny like a biiiiitch so here's a little sunbastian moment. thank you again, hope this is alright ♡
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sunny meadows & sebastian (stardew valley) | 962 words | prompt: frog egg | fluff
"a frog egg?"
"a frog egg."
"…"
"what?"
"a frog egg?"
"seb, how many times are you going to make me say the words frog egg?"
"until they make no sense anymore. a fucking frog egg?!"
sunny looks at him with a barely hidden smile, trying hard not to crack and laugh as he insists on her repeating what she told him she'd found that morning. really, she should've known he would immediately jump at the words frog egg, and maybe she did, but his excitement is that much funnier when she's just sitting on the edge of his bed and he's all but bouncing off the walls in his room.
"if i lied, let yoba throw a brick at me!" sunny cries. there's a little pause where she looks a little too happy with herself, if only because the corner of his lips curls up into a slight smirk like it does every time she uses some zuzu city phrase he's not used to hearing.
"and you found it—"
"by the pond where the raised beds are, yes, for the tenth time." she should be irritated for having to repeat herself so many times, but his energy is contagious, so her knee bounces while sebastian paces his room.
"so what are you gonna do with it?" he keeps pacing, turning his head to her as he pinched his bottom lip between his thumb and index finger.
sunny shrugs, though an idea forms in her mind. she won't really have any use of it, not if it doesn't do anything. she might have to consult a few of her grandma's old books on the history of pelican town, but for now her suspicion was correct — what a frog egg is good for is making her friend very happy.
"do you want it?"
sebastian may as well have become unplugged for a moment, because he stops moving and stares ahead as if buffering. if sunny thought the exciting bouncing on his feet was funny before, this quickly became her favourite programme. sebastian, who usually has a quip locked and loaded as soon as the chance occurs, who saves his excitement for later when the moment has passed and he can be sure his reactions aren't policed, who is usually the one giving instead of taking, is rendered absolutely speechless.
"me?" he speaks after a few dragged-out moments. "you're serious?"
she nods slowly, as if a swift movement will scare him away. sebastian looks like he's half-expecting her to pull the slimy egg out of her overalls pocket any moment now, maybe even a little disappointed that she doesn't move to hand it over now. but of course, she wasn't about to carry that thing with her. it's safe and sound on the farm, so he'll just have to come by and get it himself.
"what are you gonna do with it?" she wonders, pulling her feet up on the bed and hugging her knees as he throws himself onto the mattress beside her, folding his arms under his head and stretching out with the widest smile possible.
"hatch it if i can. i need to look up how to handle it, but it should be fine with an aquarium in here. if not… well, i guess we have ponds, right?"
sunny had ponds, yes. and she'd gladly host some frogs on her farm if it meant this much to seb.
"right. ponds. does that mean you'll be sitting there on my farm instead of by the lake here to smoke?" she nudges his thigh with her foot and chuckles. "gonna have to get you an ashtray there, can't have you making a mess of my place. maybe put you to work on the farm, too."
he scoffs, but doesn't say no to the idea, still too happy about the possibility of hatching a frog to grumble about being put to physical work. sunny catches a glance he shoots her way, all the gratitude reflecting in his eyes and she can't help but smile a little, feeling her heart jump at the recognition that she's doing this friendship thing right, despite her darker thoughts trying to pull her away from all her friends. she's slowly breaking through and reaching out.
"come on," she groans as she leaps off the bed before she can overthink the way she offered the gift or anything else that came with it, "let's go get you your frog."
it takes sebastian a quick second to lift his arms up and another quick one for sunny to grab his forearm and haul him up off the bed, already darting to the door to put her shoes on and wait around as usual for him to locate his cigarettes and the ashtray tin. they've got the best intention to slip past robin so she doesn't ask too many questions about this mission, but this time it's maru nearly running into them at the top of the stairs, carrying what seems to be her latest project in her arms.
"oh!" she yelps as she bounces back to not drop it, and, seeing the impatient look on sebastian's face, decides not to ask yet, instead moving out of the way to let them pass with a promise of telling her about it later.
the meadows farm is close enough to hear the birds calling to each other in the trees they've spent the whole season making their home, and sebastian can hardly stop himself speeding up, meaning that sunny has to break into a job to catch up. the late spring sun looks good on him, she thinks, and she's getting used to seeing him smiling more often now, something she doesn't seem to mind at all. especially if she's the one causing it.
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can you do Stardew Valley AbigailxEmily in the graveyard together?
hi anon! first of all thank you for the request! i don't think i've ever written emily before and i definitely misread the post and already decided on making it a little more about abby before i realised the x was there oopsie! second, so sorry for the wait, it's been a Time and honestly that's all the excuse i have :3
i hope you still enjoy this thing i wrote, thank you again!
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abigail/emily (stardew valley) | 810 words | prompt: in the graveyard | necromancy, implied kidnapping
abby didn't think there would be so many rules for talking to the dead.
when emily pulled out a dusty old book and started reading from it, she thought it must be a joke, but the blue-haired girl looked at her like she'd insulted her gravely when she started laughing. it was one of the weirdest afternoons in abby's life, you never really know when your girlfriend being a practicing witch would come in handy.
now they're standing in the middle of the graveyard a little more lost than they anticipated and abby is trying her best to hold the flashlight steady while emily tries to find the right page for the incantation. the violent sound of flipping the old pages impatiently is cracking like a whip in the dead of night. abby shifts her weight, fighting the urge to clear her throat lest she distract her only hope of surviving this quest.
"this is such bullshit," abby started quietly when emily finally found the page she was looking for, "i can't remember the last time i had more than a few hours of sleep in the night, it's always some shit with death and the killing and the missions and the fucking spirits."
emily fights the urge to laugh, because though she's correct, of course, there is really no other way to go about this whole thing. as soon as she came to emily's house as frantic as she was, flailing her arms explaining the favour she needed, something that only emily can do with her vast collection of the old lore and spell books — something gunther's library collection can't rival — she knew there would be no sleeping in until the whole mess is sorted. if it can be sorted anyway. she'd grown used to abby being at her place at that point, be it for advice or just to steal a few moments together, it never really mattered, but from that day onwards, their time together has been more about the life or death of it all than anything else.
"yeah well, it's not like they give this sort of task to just anyone, babe."
abby snorts at that, murmuring under her breath stuff that she's said over a hundred times already, only in the company of her two best friends who were always by her side on this stupid quest.
"i didn't even want this." she mutters.
"it's the chosen one, not the choosing one, abbs… not like there's another person that could take over… especially not from you."
and she was right, of course. abby tried to change rasmodius' mind when he broke the news to her. the bargaining stage came quickly after when sam came into her room through the window and witnessed her first spiral over the quest she's being sent on. the closest she ever got to acceptance was when seb was there too, and the two of them promised they would be by her side no matter what she needed. it was a matter of life and death for the town anyway, and they would be her trusted sidekicks.
"i got that, thanks." abby rolls her eyes, stepping aside to let emily step into the partly dug up grave that abby prepared for the incantation. "it's just unfair that they're the ones who got taken. they were supposed to be safe in here."
"hey." emily snaps her out of the pity party she's ready to embark on. "enough of that. all three of you knew it would be dangerous, you told them so. and besides," she grunts as she pulls out a very old bone, "you'll get them back. remember, this arm is your bargaining chip if they refuse to speak. as a last resort, don't reveal it too soon. and don't look at me like that, i know you'd rather just club them with their own limbs until they speak."
when emily is firmly back on the cobble path next to abby, she starts the brief spell incantation, trying to ignore the careful hand that's sliding into her own palm by snapping the large book shut once the ground in front of them shakes a little, letting them know it's working.
"you've got this, make him spill the beans." she lifts their hands and presses a quick kiss to abby's knuckles, a silent and invisible good luck charm. "i believe in you."
with a little insecure smile, abby lets go of Emily's hand, steps towards the grave, and crouches, hiding the stolen arm bones behind her back hoping she won't have to use them. the figure in front of her looks at her with no eyes, but the pressure on her is enough to tell her she's seen even without the skeleton's optic nerves. she clears her throat and commands it. she needs to get her boys back. no matter what.
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UNGRATEFUL tech companies are saying things like "turn off your ad blocker" and "we need your photo id" instead of "thank you so much for not just pirating our shit, youre so handsome"
being coddled during sex 🥺 him holding your hand and cradling your head against his neck and kissing your temples and calling you sweet names and cooing at you telling you how good you’re doing and how pretty you look creaming his cock and praising you until your head’s all fuzzy and you’re crying and slurring his name dumbly and so, so deeply in love
mikey constantly ragebaiting baji will never get old to me. he doesn’t mess with anyone nearly as much as he does with keisuke and it is so fucking funny, especially considering they literally share a braincell yet mikey insults baji for it. mikey pissing baji off with brainrot or shitty jokes is canon to me.
“hey, baji.”
“what.”
“what did the chicken say to the door?”
“i dunno.”
“six seven.”
“what the fuck is that supposed to even mean.”
“lmao.”
“stop saying lmao in real life! that doesn’t goddamn make sense if you say it out loud!”
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