Sebastian's a virgin this, Sebastian's shy and submissive that. But hear me out on this take,,, What about Sebastian who knows what he's doing and matches your freak [tw: n/sfw]
(No disrespect to people who headcanon him as such, I just think it's fun to think about a different dynamic for him)
Personally, I believe that Sebastian HAS fucked before, not that he necessarily sleeps around, but he probably had a few relationships/ flings before and sort of just figured out what to do from there. Most of his experiences ranged from past exes and situationships which ended up hurting him before he met you. So yeah, I don't think he's a virgin.
He can also be goofy both in and out of sex & teasing too, have you SEEN his dialogue in his 14 heart events?! (Specifically the one where you call the frog your guys' son). I like him as an introvert and with a bit of a dorky side, cause it makes him cuter and hotter like that<333
Anyways... He's probably the type to abruptly pull out just to hear you whine and beg for him to put it back in :(( But he isn't that mean because he loves you 💗💗💗 He's actually a very giving boyfriend, and his favorite sex position is just eating you out/sucking you off cause he's pussy/cockdrunk like that!!!
Sebastian gives major switch but mostly leaning top; Not because he wants to be controlling or hates submitting to you, I believe he's just used to being the one to take the lead and making sure you get to lay back and enjoy yourself. (Kind of a service-dom!) Of course if you want to top, he's also open to that :3
If ever you're in the mood but he's exhausted or isn't particularly in the same horniness as you are, he'll let you use his dick like a toy or sit on his face, he's not opposed to it either way (he would "die happy like this").
i love sebastian so much guys, he's my lil pookie bear
Imagine Sebastian taking you to meet his grandmother for the first time.
Sebastian and you will be getting married soon. The proposal was a small but no less beautiful thing that was done on the cliffside that overlooked ZuZu city from beyond, where the two of you shared your first kiss. After the proposal, Sebastian had absentmindedly mentioned that he wished that you could meet his grandmother. As you whispered words of encouragement to your now fiancé, you tried to imagine what his grandmother would be like.
Sebastian had made it no secret that his grandmother was the most important person, next to his mother, in his life. The one he could call whenever he was feeling uncertain about something or when he just needed advice, or someone to talk to in general! Sebastian described her as a patient woman, strong and witty at times. Every time he revealed something new about her, the urge to ask him to meet her grew ever stronger.
Especially when you recalled the time when Robin showed you a photo of Sebastian and his grandmother when he was younger (which allowed you to witness Sebastian when he had the cutest, chubby face).
But you assumed that you would never have an opportunity to meet her, not before the wedding, that is. The two of you were so busy in your day-to-day lives, and with an upcoming wedding to plan. It seemed like the two of you would never find the chance to take a quick bus ride to ZuZu city for Sebastian to introduce you and his grandmother himself! That is, until later that same week on Friday.
You were currently sitting on your porch, overlooking the farm with a small cup of tea in your hand. You weren't expecting visitors today. Sebastian had told you that he would be out for most of the day handling some errands, and you had no reason to either doubt him or ask further questions. That is, until the sound of your barking dog was the reason you happened to look over to the entrance of your farm. As you stood up, a smile jumped onto your face at the sight of your fiancé. As you started to walk over to greet him, your brow rose at the sight of him steadily helping along an older woman.
When you approached, however, the older woman immediately greeted you with a suspicious glance. "Whose this?" You spoke, quickly averting your eyes to avoid the old woman's glare as Sebastian helped her to sit down on the nearby bench.
"My grandmother." He said with a softness that melted your heart, at the same time, your eyes widened with shock. "Grandmother, my fiancé, Y/N." You flashed his grandmother a welcoming smile. Have you known in advance...you would've started making something for his grandmother! Cooked some food and made some fresh tea, something to make her feel more special! However, as his grandmother continued to stare you down, you couldn't help but begin to fidget where you stood a little, although Sebastian told you that his grandmother was a sweet woman...you weren't exactly feeling the sweetness here.
More so, suspicion and the quiet waiting for you to mess something up.
"Sebastian, dear, give me and your fiancé a moment, please?" His grandmother suddenly spoke, her voice dignified and clear. Without a single inch of hesitancy, you watched as your fiancé nodded his head with a smile before walking off to the house. However, he stopped by you just long enough to issue you a few words of comfort— "Just be natural." He told you. "I've only talked about you through letters and the phone. She's suspicious of anyone she hasn't seen before." He added before continuing his walk, leaving you to stand there in awkward silence as you tried to figure out what to say.
You weren't shy by any means, but...you wanted to make a good impression no less. Especially to someone so important to the love of your life. "Sebastian, h-he's told me a lot about you." You started, breaking the silence. His grandmother tightened her grip on the top of her cane ever so slightly. "Really?" She asked. "He's told me a lot about you, too, that you're the love of his life." Your face began to redden. "And that you're understanding and a good listener. He was on the verge of moving to ZuZu city, but you're the reason he didn't go along with it." She continued.
"I'm glad for it, the valley would've been a whole lot less fun without him around."
A small smile came onto her wrinkled face, the sight easing your nervousness. "How did you two meet?"
Oh, how could you ever forget that day? "We met outside the Mines." You laughed at the memory. "It may have been...close to midnight, I believe? Although I was leaving, he was just entering the Mines. I had asked him why he was going so late, and he teased me for the amount of copper ore I was dragging behind me." And the rest was history. You wouldn't forget the feeling of your face feeling like it was on fire as the light of the moon and the dim light of Sebastian's cigarette hanging from his mouth all combined to give him a deadly sort of handsomeness. One that captured your heart right then and there.
"I think I fell in love with him before he fell in love with me..." You sighed wistfully, almost forgetting that Sebastian's grandmother was sitting in front of you for a moment before your thoughts were interrupted by a quiet chuckle. You blinked your eyes rapidly to focus on his grandmother once more, the sight of a wide smile present on her face as she held a fist up to her mouth to try and conceal her laughter, making you smile in embarrassment. However, you weren't ashamed to talk about how much you loved your fiancé; you were willing to do just about anything for him without a second thought.
"Sorry, dear, I don't mean to laugh at you!" The grandmother giggled. "It's just...I'm happy." She said before sighing.
"My grandson, he's...he's had a rough childhood. His father left him and my daughter, Robin, when he was just ten years old. It's probably what led him to believe that he doesn't have a place anywhere, that he doesn't quite fit in." Then she beckoned you to come closer, when you did, Sebastian's grandmother took one of your hands to sandwich inbetween her own. "Please, please don't break his heart...I couldn't bear the look of him if he were to ever experience such another loss, especially if it came from someone who said that they loved him and accepted him completely." When you spotted a tear roll down her face, you quickly brushed it away the tear with your finger.
"I wouldn't dream of leaving him." You assured her. You had only heard tales of your own grandmother and grandfather's relationship. When he was still living, your grandfather hardly talked about his wife, but...the few times that he divulged any sort of information? You knew that he cared about her deeply, that she was the only woman in his life that he would ever love. Pictures of her would be hung up nearly everywhere within the home, and mementos were kept in well-taken care of chests.
You wanted that type of love, both for yourself and for Sebastian.
And you were determined to deliver no matter what.
"He's...he's what made me stay in Pelican Town as well." You looked back at your home, just in time to see Sebastian come out with a plate full of sandwiches and a cup of tea. "I was tired of working at Joja but...I wasn't sure if I was cut out for farming. If Sebastian weren't giving me a reason to stay here, then...I think I would've left for the city a few months into coming here." You admitted with a sigh before the slight squeeze of your hand made you look back at Sebastian's grandmother. She rested her hand on your shoulder, the encouraging heaviness making your smile grow even more. "It was fate that you came here then, you both bring out the best in one another, make each other realize your own worths." She said. Just as Sebastian reached the two of you, his grandmother let go of your hand gently.
Sebastian set down the plate of sandwiches on the bench, handing the cup of tea to his grandmother. "Are you two getting along?" He asked.
You nodded your head. "Your grandmother's sweet." You smiled.
His grandmother scoffed. "She's trying to butter me up." She responded jokingly before taking a sip of her tea. "But...you've found a good one here, Sebby, hold on tight to her." Your fiancé responded by taking your hand, lifting it to place a kiss on the back.
"I plan to."
a/n: Inspired by this post! Plus, anon below mentioning it to me <33
hiiii if you’re looking for more requests i would love to see your take on the older bachelors in a dom/sub dynamic (maybe see them as both? 👀) no rush or pressure tho just craving more of my favorite old men as told by my favorite fic auth <3
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Freestyled a bit on this under the cut.
Thank you for asking!!
Elliott
Elliott liked to be in charge.
It wasn’t a control thing, really. It was more a combination of a vivid imagination, excellent verbal skills, and the confidence to go into an encounter with the assumption that you wanted to please him.
You do want to please him, don’t you?
Don’t you want to make him smile? Make the backs of his fingers stroke down your cheek? Make him murmur about how lovely you’re being for him, how you’re being just the sweetest little thing, the stuff of his fantasies, looking up at him all wide eyed from down on your knees?
Yes. He knows you do. And he’ll reward it for you soon, you just have to wait a little longer. Just a little longer, darling. You can do it. Because he loves watching you squirm against the ropes around your wrists. Loves the sounds you make as he strikes his palm against your ass. Loves how eagerly you follow his instructions.
Come sit on my lap, darling.
Open those sweet lips for me. Ah - ah… I didn’t say to close them. Keep them open for me. That’s a love.
Keep those eyes on me, honey. Don’t look away. Right here. It’s all you need to see.
Elliott is good at knots.
Elliott is good with his tongue.
Elliott is good at knowing when you’ve had enough, and when you need him to push you a little more.
He likes to tell you what to say, feed you lines like you’re a character in one of his stories.
“Tell me you want my fingers inside you. Tell me you want them deeper, harder. Oh - oh - oh… that was a lovely noise. You made it when I did… this. Ah, there it is again. Keep making it, darling. It’s transcendent.”
Elliott is all slow movement, drawing things out, making you tremble and whimper and beg before finally, finally giving you what you both want.
And when you’re done, all fucked out and sore in the best kind of way, all spacey and relaxed and looking up at him with that look that makes him shiver, he’ll kiss you on the mouth and draw both of you a bath.
On the flip side, Elliott has a hard time letting you be in charge.
He’ll do it for you. Eagerly, even. He likes new things. He wants you to be happy. But oh man, whether he realizes it or not he’s going to fight you for it.
He’s not trying to be bratty. He’s not trying to be annoying. He just has ideas, okay? Suggestions. If you’d just do this, then that could happen. If maybe you’d shift this thing, then he could do that. All in his head, all unable to get out of it.
Then you order a ball gag and it all kind of clicks into place.
He’s patient as you practiced your knots. He shivers as you run your hands over his chest. He’ll look up at you with dark amber eyes as you work at him. All sweet and pliant and quiet in a way that was still loud, somehow, because he was Elliott and even with something in his mouth he can’t help but give you feedback.
You like his muffled groans.
He likes it when you ride him.
He likes it when you degrade him.
He likes it when you pull the gag out of his lips and tell him to put his mouth to good use.
Elliott is good with his mouth.
Very, very good.
Tell him that and watch him flush and work harder. Grab him by the back of the neck, but be gentle with his hair. Rock your hips a little, he can take it.
Give him all the care in the world when he’s done. Kiss his neck and hold him close in the bath. He’ll be quiet then, fingers tracing over the faint marks left by the ropes on his wrists. Tell him how proud you are of him and feel him shake. Tell him you love him and watch as he melts into you.
Elliott has a hard time letting you be in charge, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it. Once you get him there you’ll find that every ounce of effort is worth it.
Harvey
Harvey is there for you.
He can read you like a book. He knows exactly what you need from the second you walk in the door.
If you need him to be in charge, that’s what he is. All calm, mild voice telling you exactly what to do.
Go wait for me in the bedroom, sweetheart.
Take off your shirt, then come over here.
Touch yourself, honey. A little slower. Well done, just like that.
All big, steady hands on your body. Cupping around your throat. Grasping gently at your hair. Maneuvering you underneath him. Teeth scraping against your neck, a belt around your wrists.
He likes to tell you no. Click his tongue in gentle condescension when you whine. Tell you that you need to try harder, to be patient. Tell you to be good for him.
Harvey isn’t the type to punish. He doesn’t like to inflict pain. But frustration is a different thing entirely, and he loves having you under his hands, gasping and arching and pulling against your restraints, only to back off at the last moment and leave you gasping his name.
Or the opposite: too much touch, drawing you up and over, again and again, until your body feels like one exposed nerve and pleasure is flirting with pain and finally, finally he’ll sink into you all heavy and full and warm and deep and good.
He’ll praise you, then, as he takes his turn. Tell you how incredible you are, how lucky he is to have you there like that. How crazy you drive him, how distracted you make him, how you’ve changed his life so completely.
And he’ll stay there when you were both done, holding you close, checking your wrists, making sure you’re okay. And of course you’re okay, he always makes it all okay, and the only thing better than his hands on you all strong and sure is the way he’ll tuck you under his chin and let you drift off into sleep.
But…
Sometimes he needs to let go of that control.
You’re always more than happy to oblige.
You can tell by the set of his shoulders when he needs to be told what to do. To be questioned, to have his desires dragged out of him.
“Do you want to put your mouth on me, honey? I bet you do. Look at you. How do you want it? Hard or soft?”
He always wants it hard. Always wants your fists in his curls. Always wants to be on his knees, looking up at you through his glasses. He’ll groan when you press a finger into his mouth, watch you as he sucks. And then when you pull him in he’ll make a sound like relief, all deep in his throat, all hands grasping around your thighs, glasses pressing into the bridge of his nose, long lashes fanning on his cheeks.
He uses his mouth like a man starved.
Or push him back on the bed, lash his hands down. Watch his hips shift. Straddle his chest and make him watch while you touch yourself. Or settle over his mouth. You’ll love the sounds he makes.
Maybe you’ll let him come too. Or maybe not. It’s up to you. He wants it to be up to you. He’s very patient. He likes to be told no. He likes to be told wait. He likes to be told oh, you want to come? You think you’ve earned that? Really? It’s so cute that you think that.
Watch him work even harder after that.
If he finishes or not, he doesn’t care. All he cares is that when he’s done you’ll pull him to your chest, hold him close. Let him listen to your heart. Run your fingers through his hair. Press kisses to his forehead. Tell him what a good job he did.
Because don’t forget: Harvey is there for you. If you’re getting what you need, so is he.
Shane
Shane’s just happy to be there. There with you. There with you beneath him, all soft skin under his hands. Letting him move you. Letting him see you move.
Shane knows where he wants your body to be.
He wants it where he can get at it. He wants it loose and relaxed and yielding. He knows where to put his hands to make that happen. What part of your hip to press. Where to grab on the back of your arm. Just how hard to push your face into the bed to make you cry out and squirm.
He likes the squirming.
He doesn’t have the patience for knots.
He doesn’t care about you being good.
He doesn’t want you to be good.
He wants you pushing back, rolling out from under him so he can pull you back in. He wants your hands grabbing at his hair so he can grab your wrists and press them back into the bed. He wants you rearing away from his kiss so he can grab you by the jaw, pull you back in, get his mouth on you all rough and hot and perfect.
You fucking love it.
Love how easy he is to goad, how strong he is, how he doesn’t hold back when he cracks his palm against your ass. The things he says. No one has even spoken to you like he does, never, you’d kick them out in a heartbeat, but once Shane got going it left you breathless and whining and begging and desperate to please him.
(Fuck, look at you baby, so fucking needy for it, aren’t you? You’re practically drooling. Fuck, you are drooling, aren’t you? Yoba, aren’t you embarrassed by yourself? Squirming around like that? Bet you’d beg for my cock, wouldn’t you? Gonna beg for it? Open up that slutty little mouth and beg for me. There you go. Fucking knew it. Don’t stop. Keep going. Tell me how bad you want it.)
You want it real bad.
And he’ll give it to you, all unrestrained movement and heavy grip and that mouth still going, telling you exactly what to do, exactly who you were, exactly what you were doing to him until it was all too much and it was just movement and force and his face buried in your neck as he groaned your name and melted.
Or…
Maybe you don’t let him do any of that.
Maybe you get your hand in his hair and watch his eyes go blank.
Maybe you pull, get him down on his knees.
Maybe he looks up at you, lips parted, breathing hard.
Maybe you pull again, harder.
Maybe you like the way his pupils dilate.
Maybe you like the way he groans.
Maybe you tell him to touch himself.
Maybe you don’t.
He’ll do what you tell him regardless, especially if you tell him he’s being a good boy.
He really, really likes it when you tell him that.
He’ll keep his hands on his thighs if you tell him to.
He’ll go without air if you tell him to.
He’ll kiss the ground you walk on, if that’s what you need from him.
Just keep him there. Keep him near you. Between your hands. Between your legs. Between your foot and the floor.
(fuck, baby, baby, fuck, if that’s what you want, fucking anything baby, I’ll do it, just tell me, anything anything anything.)
He is extremely eager to please.
He does an extremely good job of it.
Because Shane’s just happy to be there with you. You’re the only person who makes sense in this shitty, shitty world. Anything he has to give, everything he has to give, anything you want and are willing to take, is entirely, unendingly, eternally, emphatically yours.
contains ; suggestive conversation (pillow talk typa stuff). sappy sappy cheesy & corny fluff! just the way i like it! established relationship — dating. two ppl in love blah blah blah. gender non specified reader. he is all i ever think about.
note ; hello! didn’t wanna look at this in my drafts anymore. boo!
“what’s the wildest thing you’ve done in bed?” you ask, smiling over the rim of your near-empty glass of wine.
your lips are well past stained at this point, dazed eyes holding a curiously eager gaze with the man sitting similarly before you.
“the wildest thing?” harvey repeats, eyebrows raised, looking around as if to search for his answer.
“yeah, like, the craziest thing you’ve done while having sex.”
you’ve been playing this little question game for hours now, concept of time nothing but a distant thought after you both downed even more glasses of wine a single bottle could fill. it’s been a while since you’ve been able to relax like this, which is well in agreeance with your boyfriend.
you’re quite tipsy at this point. facing him on your living room couch, legs crossed and arm propping your head that’s perched against the back of the couch.
he purses his lips, shaking his head in deep thought. “i dunno…i guess um,” he presses a knuckle to the upper rim of his glasses, adjusting them, “i guess the kitchen—having sex in the kitchen, probably.”
you furrow your brows, giving him a long look. “in the kitchen?” it’s your turn to repeat, this time confused.
he shrugs and nods.
“with me?” you ask, more clarification than uncertainty in your tone.
“of course with you.”
“no, i’m speaking in general, like out of everyone you’ve ever had sex with—what was the craziest thing you did?”
“i know the question. i said have sex in the kitchen.”
you stare, unwavering eye contact glued to his. you know him, you know he’s definitely telling the truth, yet somehow you were shocked. “that was your craziest sexual experience?”
“i take it wasn’t yours, huh?” he snorts, giving the contents in his glass one small swirl before he leans over and places it on the coffee table.
you laugh airily, “i mean i…told you about the ferris wheel—“
“—ah,” he cuts you off, shivering, “yes, not my thing.”
“so let me get this straight,” you mimic his previous gesture—placing the glass on the table—, using both of your now-free hands to hold out in front of you. “your craziest, absolutely wildest sexual experience was on that kitchen table?”
he flicks his gaze past your head to where you’re pointing your thumb behind you. he suppresses a quirked up lip from the recollection.
“well, i didn’t say it was absolutely wild. but if i had to pick, that would be my answer.” he murmurs, and despite the topic, he’s managing his typical flushed cheeks and nervous lip-nibble well.
“wow,” you lean back with a light laugh. “i’m honored.”
“i’m glad.” he smiles.
he reaches back for the last sip of his wine, taking a short whiff of the glass before savoring the last drop. maybe he’s biased, but your wine will always be his favorite. he never allows it to go to waste.
it’s late. his eyelids rest heavily over his pupils, contrasting your wide-awake gaze. you’re eager to move around, emphasizing most of your words with hand gestures while he’s remained put for the last couple hours. despite his tiredness, he soaks every minute he has with you just as he does with your wine.
you clear your throat. “okay, so now i have a new question.”
“alright.” he nods, leaning into his hand.
“what was the best sex you’ve ever had? it’s okay if it wasn’t with me.”
he exhales from his nose at that, smile to accompany his cheeks.
“well, it was,” he confirms, once again looking off to the side. although, he doesn’t pause long, seemingly prepared with his answer. “i would say, after you told me you loved me.”
you beam immediately. “i knew it. you’re such a sentimentalist.” you tease, reaching over to pinch his thigh. but you soften, laying your hand flat and gently soothing your thumb over his pants. “that’s mine too.”
“really? even more than the ferris wheel?”
you scoff. “oh, absolutely. a million times better.” you wave a hand dismissively, and he tries not to let the comment go to his head. “that was purely just to say i’ve done it. at least you can make me finish.”
of course his cheeks set aflame, due to the ego boost and vulgarity. you smile as he purses his lips after murmuring an awkward thank you. it’s always so amusing to make him flustered, given such an easy task.
you sigh, rolling your head back against the couch. your fingers lightly tap at your t-shirt clad stomach, eyes wandering each crease and ridge in your ceiling during a moment of peaceful silence you’ll always relax into when you’re with harvey.
it’s only then do your eyes feel heavy, and it finally dawns on you just what time it is, and how early you have to wake up tomorrow.
“it’s late,” you conquer, staying put, “do you wanna stay—“
“i’ve got a question.” he hums. you turn your head, remaining relaxed against the cushions, to find him looking off towards the dimming fireplace in front of you.
“yeah?”
“who was the…if you had to rank everyone, uhm,” he presses his knuckles into the cushion beside his thighs, readjusting himself but not without a clear of his throat. “who’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”
you allow a smile to creep onto your face. it seems purposeful he’s avoiding your eyes, the golden hue of the crackling fire causing his warm skin to glow. his lips look a little pinker due to the light—or maybe the wine—and from your angle you can see his dark brown eyelashes clearly from the space between his glasses.
you let out a faux sigh, almost taunting.
“hm, that’s a toughie.” you snicker, now readjusting to sit sideways on the cushion with one leg crossed and the other dangling over the couch. “out of the whopping four?”
he gives you a peek, subconsciously wiping his palms across his pants wordlessly.
you almost want to tease him a little longer—the shy purse of his lips making it just so easy. yet you give up quick, leaning in to snake your arm around his neck and press a hand to his cheek.
“without a doubt, it’s you. don’t even have to think about it.” you giggle, pressing a soft kiss to his warm lips.
“really?” there he goes, yet again doubting himself.
“harvey, i’ve never been in love like i am with you. i’ve never been with someone and started picturing marriage after the second date.” you croon, so close you can nearly press your forehead against his. you look down at his lips. “it’s not just because of the sex—but believe me, that plays a good part. no one has known how to love me like you can.”
he swallows, mimicking your gaze and fixates on your lips as you continue, “you make me feel so comfortable, and so appreciated. you’re so sweet, and caring, and reliable. i can tell you anything.”
his fingers are warm from the fire, and he delicately uses them to push pieces of your hair that have fallen in front of your face, blocking his view of you.
just as you’re about to go on, he stops you. both of his hands finding purchase at the crevice of your neck, while his lips meet yours. not just a peck, a deep and meaningful kiss that forms all of your praises into the action. the same kind of kiss that takes your breath away, even before it started when you quietly gasp as he tugged you close. he ignores the way his nose bumps into yours, instead tilting his head to the side once you melt into him, pressing a flat hand against his chest for balance.
it’s deep and needy. the wine somehow tastes even better off your lips, his tongue selfishly stealing some of the sweetness. in some ways you think you could genuinely go stupid just from the way he kisses you.
he takes a moment to pull away, the exact way that has him sucking all of the air out of your lungs and leaves you chasing the feeling and making your brain grow fuzzy.
letting you go, he licks his lips and drops his quick gaze down to yours before looking back in your lidded eyes. he’s so impossibly skilled at taking your breath away, literally and figuratively.
“like a starved man,” you tease, masking your faint whimper with a chuckle.
“i know,” he swallows. “i love you.”
“i love you more.”
he shakes his head, padded thumb softly pressing against your bottom lip where his gaze sits.
hi it's not seb Saturday yet but I just wanted to throw this idea down. Sebastian chilling outside in the rain in his usual spot before seeing the farmer trudge out from the mines all bloodied and bruised ("I'm alright, really—") and it's like an immediate panic switch is flipped for sebastian because yoba above they look like a vampire's wet dream out here. They either patch farmer up at their house or at Sebastian's room lol (could be funny if the farmer ends up crashing on his bed/couch for the night, then leaves quite early but not without leaving seb a gift they got from the mines.... : ,) anyway that's it)
Awe my first Sebastian Saturday ask yay! Bro this request is so juicy HEHE. (Side note: sorry if this isn't that good or feels rushed. I haven't wrote anything in months but I'm honestly proud of myself for cranking 2k words out)
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Sebastian listens to the rock music that’s softly coming from the garage as he works. He lets out another low curse when more oil leaks out of his motorcycle and gets on him. He should be used to it. His clothes are covered in it anyway. He sighs and sets down his wrench, taking a seat on the ground by the front tire as he snatches up his rag and wipes his hands clean. Well, as best as he could. He then takes a swig from his water bottle, eyeing the clouds forming above him. Looks like a storm is blowing in.
He keeps working for maybe another thirty minutes or so before he starts to feel the skies open up. The rain starts gentle, a few droplets starting to fall around him and onto his bike. “Welp…” he grumbles, grabbing his bike and starting to roll it back into the garage. Once secured, he shuts the radio off and closes the garage.
He places his hands onto his hips, surveying the rain. A ghost of a smile starts to appear on his face as the rain starts to fall harder. He steps back out into it and begins to head towards the lake. He takes his pack of cigs out and smacks them against his hand, inhaling deeply. He’s always loved the smell of rain.
Once at his usual spot, he takes a cigarette out and holds it up to his lips. He then slips his lighter out of his pocket and protects the end from the wind and rain to light it. Once the flame has caught the end of his cig, he inhales deeply, causing an orange hue to glow from the stick.
He stands there for a while, just admiring how the water falls onto the lake or how the forest begins to smell when it’s wet. His eyes move towards the entrance of the mines when he thinks he sees movement. Through the rain, that’s starting to come down harder, he can’t really see much. He squints his eyes and moves his head around, trying to get a better look at what was going on.
His eyes go wide when he sees you hobbling down the path. “(Y/n)!” he shouts in surprise, dropping his cig into a puddle and dashing over to you. Upon getting closer to you, he sees the bruises blooming on your skin and the cuts oozing blood. “Oh my god…” he mumbles, his heart breaking the longer he looks at you.
“Hey, Sebastian,” you greet him as cheerily as you can muster, trying to slap a smile on your face. The pain makes it a little hard to do though. “Don’t worry about all this. I’m fine, really. Just got a bit scraped up in the mines. Those monsters are-”
“You’re not fine! You’re bleeding!” he shouts, gesturing to you. Before you can respond, he’s wrapping one of your arms around his shoulders for you to lean against him. “C’mon, I’ll help you to my house.”
“Your house? But-”
“No but’s! You’re seriously hurt and Harvey’s clinic is already closed. You don’t seem too badly injured where we need to bother him, but I’m definitely not letting you go home without patching you up first,” Sebastian argues. You let out a sigh, realizing how serious he is about all of this.
“Okay…fine…” you grunt out, not having the energy to fight him on it anymore.
When you get to his place, no one seems to be home. At least, no one is in the front of the house. Sebastian leads you down the stairs and opens the door to his room. You’ve only been in his room a few times and never for long. Normally just when you have stuff for his commissions that he posts outside of Pierre’s store. He’s always very grateful, but he’s not much of a talker, so you just never end up staying around for too long. Besides, you have way too much shit going on in your day anyway.
He sets you down onto the black couch that’s right by his door and you’re happy to be off of your feet. “I’ll go grab the first aid kit,” he says right before dashing up the stairs to go do that. You grunt and lean back against the couch, the cool air of the house making you shiver in your wet clothes.
When he returns, he sees you shivering and bites his lip. “Here,” he says, setting down the first aid kit and going over to his dresser at the far end of the room. “Change into these,” he says, offering you a pair of pajamas. You shakily reach your hands out and take them, nodding your head as you stand up.
You two stare at each other for a moment, unmoving. Sebastian’s eyes go wide as he realizes what you’re waiting for. “Oh! Sorry! Um, I’ll just, uh-” he stutters out as he turns around, completely red in the face. With his back to you, you slowly start stripping out of your clothes, a shy smile on your face. You do your best to avoid getting any blood or dirt on his clothes. Thankfully, the shirt and pants he gave you are both black. Maybe that’s why he gave you that specific pair.
“Done,” you mumble before crashing back onto the dark cushions. He hesitates for a second before slowly turning around.
He’s then back in front of you in a second, kneeling on the floor and moving your limbs around to survey your wounds. Once getting an eyeful of them all, he grabs the first aid kit and starts patching you up. You remain silent as he works, even when it hurts, you keep your lips sealed.
After a while, a thought comes to you. “How are you so good at this?” you ask curiously. His eyes flicker up to yours before going back to your arm where he is currently rubbing in a cream on one of your darker bruises.
“Let’s just say I…wasn’t exactly always the best-behaving kid,” he replies with a shrug, a smirk starting to form on his lips.
“Oh?” you ask, looking down at him with your own smirk. Seeing your smirk, he huffs a laugh through his nose.
“Nothing interesting, I assure you. I just…I’m not the biggest people person…” he says softly, moving onto a cut that he’s cleaned up to bandage it.
“That’s okay,” you reassure, unsure of what else you could say in this moment.
“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, but I had Sammy, and later on Abigail. They introduced me to some more people, so I have more than enough friends to last me a lifetime now,” he replies with a light chuckle. You can’t help but smile at that. You’re happy to see that he’s, well, happy.
“We’re friends, aren’t we?” you ask after a few moments of silence, hesitating in asking. After doing a few commissions for him and hanging out with him and the others at festivals, you two slowly started getting closer. You typically end up hanging out after a long day at work and you head over to Gus’ only to find that Sebastian and the others are playing pool. At first, you’d only watch, but after warming up to them, you started playing.
The last time you played together, you two ended up staying until Gus closed the place down. You two were one of the few people left there, Sam and Abigail being long gone. Y’all ended up walking to the beach and sitting on the pier, sharing jokes and swapping stories. It was one of the best nights of your life. It’s definitely your favorite memory you’ve made since moving to Pelican Town.
“Yeah…of course we are…” he replies softly, almost sounding hesitant and not looking into your eyes.
“Good. I’m glad,” you say softly, giving him a sweet smile. He finally looks up at you and gives you a small smile in return.
He’s then clearing his throat and standing up. “Well, I’m all done,” he says, wiping his hands onto his damp jeans. He glances at his clock and grunts. “It’s pretty late and sounds like it’s still raining. So, if you want to stay…you can…” He starts off confidently but ends on a quiet, unsure note.
Heat rises to your face at that. “Oh, um, sure. Thank you…” you whisper, looking down at your hands.
“Don’t mention it. You can, uh, take the bed, if you want. I’ll take the couch,” he offers. He then walks over to his closet and opens it up, revealing extra pillows and blankets at the top of the closet.
“What? No, no! That’s okay! I’ll take the couch. I don’t want to inco-”
“I won’t take no for an answer,” he interrupts, pulling some blankets free from their tangled mess in his closet. You sigh and nod your head even though he’s not looking at you.
“Alright, fine,” you say as you stand up, limping over to the bed. You sit there and watch him make the couch comfy for himself.
As he moves around his room and goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed, you end up lying down at some point. You don’t remember falling asleep, but you do vaguely remember feeling something brush against your forehead and what sounded like someone wishing you a good night.
When you wake up, you feel well-rested and ready to take on the day. You sit up and rub the leftover sleep from your eyes and then stretch. You wince when the bruises on your ribs ache, reminding you of what happened yesterday. You turn towards the time and find it’s six in the morning. Ah, guess old habits die hard.
Hearing rustling and a deep sigh, you turn your attention now to the couch. Sebastian is still out cold, and probably will be for another four hours, at least. You smile and slip out of the bed, walking over to him. You smile at how peaceful he looks, his usual RBF nowhere to be seen.
Not wanting to disturb him, you leave him be as you gather up your still-wet clothes. You’ll return his pjs to him later, after you’ve cleaned them and made sure they’re free of blood. Feeling something hard in your pocket, you slip your hand inside and remember what you found yesterday. Glancing at Sebastian, you gently set it down onto the table beside his couch that’s missing his radio. You then hobble over to his desk and search for paper and something to write with. Upon finding what you’re looking for, you scribble down a little note and leave it there next to your gift. You give him one last look before starting to limp up the stairs. Because it’s so early, no one else is up yet, so you slip out unnoticed thankfully. You’re not sure how you’d explain yourself to Robin.
When Sebastian wakes up, the first thing he does is look over at his bed. He frowns when he finds you not there and he feels his heart sink a little. He sits up and runs his hands through his hair before scrubbing at his face. Upon dropping his hands, he notices two items resting before him. He practically has stars in his eyes as he picks the Obsidian up. He can’t believe what he’s seeing.
Noticing the paper next to it, he picks that up next. As he reads your note, he starts to smile harder and harder.
Dear Sebastian,
Thank you for patching me up. Don’t think I ever actually properly thanked you last night. It means a lot to me that you’d go through all the trouble. I want you to have this. A little birdy once told me that you’ve always wanted to see Obsidian. I hope you can mark this off your bucket list now. If there’s anything else you want to see, I’m sure I can make it happen ;) Text me :) xxx-xxx-xxxx
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SUMMARY: After a long day of work, it’s nice to be pampered by your husband.
CONTAINS: sfw, drabble, gn! reader, fluff, established relationship
NOTES: My old account where this was originally posted was marked as NSFW for absolutely no reason at all? so I’m reposting it here for easier access. This is slightly edited from the original. Enjoy!
It's been a long day but you can no longer dwell on it as Elliott is immediately by your side and whisking you away to be pampered.
You agree to his suggestion of a bath. Lowering yourself in the water, you sit between his legs as his hands get to work, messaging you with skill. You ramble on about your day, telling him about the good and the bad and how you're so grateful he's at home, ready to pick up the pieces.
You listen as he tells you about his day in his smooth and sweet voice, low in your ear that sends a chill up your spine. But eventually, a comfortable silence falls between you, only your content sighs and the running of water to be heard. He holds you close and wraps his arms around your chest, pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulders.
You're draped in a fluffy towel once the water runs cold and Elliott escorts you to the bed. You snuggle up under the covers in your favorite nightwear, waiting for Elliott's return upon him excusing himself after getting dressed.
As he promised, he's quickly by your side again with dinner and a drink. And when you're done, he's relieved to see you happy and relaxed as you finally drift off to sleep with his promise of always tending to you after a hard day's work.
you and alex are best friends. you know just about everything there is to know about each other.
other than your dirty little secret, corrupting a wounded man’s marriage with your innocent eyes and bitten-red lips.
you would meet him around back, the corner of their backyard, hidden in the blanket of secrecy the night offered so graciously.
the excitement scared you. always so, so close to getting caught. but that was half the fun.
it wasn’t until you were startled out of your nervous blush that you realized what you were looking at.
alex, hair disheveled and face flushed, crawling out the window of the master bedroom.
you thought about acting like you weren’t there, holding back that secret until you hit the grave for good.
“y/n? the fuck you doing out here?” his whisper is more of a hiss, a snake backed into a corner.
“waiting, uh, waiting for someone,” you clear your throat, overcome with the embarrassment of having to admit why you were standing in the dark staring at their home.
“kent?” he titled his head like a puppy, eyes widening with realization.
you nodded as you watched him run his tongue across his teeth, tilting his head to the sky.
“dirty, dirty girl,”. he tsked, eying you up and down, emphasis on your heaving chest and burning hot skin. “lucky man,”.
“could’ve been you,” you shrugged, panic stricken and unsure how to begin processing those feelings you’ve pushed down for a long, long time.
“you have my number, just sayin’,”. he shrugged before letting the dark consume him, his own path of secrecy back towards home.
The next few minutes felt like an out-of-body experience. It was like Harvey was watching himself on the other side of the room hooking a finger into the knot of his necktie and moving his hand down. He undid his tie in one swoop letting it fall against them on the bed. He traced the thin fabric down her back while he gripped her wrists with one hand.
Without a word, Harvey held her wrists together before wrapping his tie around them. He thought back to his days as a Ferngill Owl Scout as he did his best to make a knot with his tie that would fit her comfortably. He felt some shame using a skill he learned as a child for such a lewd act, but it disappeared quickly as he listened to her steady breathing.
She appeared to be calm like she already knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Knowing she wasn’t scared of him, he tied her wrists with precision, watching his fingers move with the fabric, mentally noting to not make the knot too tight. Even if he was in charge, he didn’t want to wrap them so tight they would leave a mark. He much rather leave her with memories of him than physical scars.
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