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Falling Away With You | Ch. 35*

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You blow Seb lol

Author’s Note: Quick warning, y/n unironically calls Seb “daddy” in this one ^^” It only happens once, and I don’t think I’ll be doing it again, but it felt right for the moment.

For those of you who aren’t into it – Seb’s a super cute soft dom during the scene, which will hopefully make it worth the read!

Enjoy and take care x

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After recharging for a bit, Seb and I went back into the market to check out some of the stalls we missed. Mostly the shop-oriented ones, rather than games or the food tents.

I finally got him a cooler ash tray for my place. The tray itself is just made out of some kinda stone; what made it look neat enough for me to snag is that it looks like it’s being held by a skeletal hand made of tungsten.

We got a matching set of earrings too: they’re studs made from fire quartz. Kinda blobby looking, but the color is nice and we thought it would be a good way to commemorate our new fish son. Seb only has his gauges right now, but he’s been wanting to get some more holes poked into his ears, so this helped incentivize that a bit.

Since we got back to his house so late – around 1am – and Cannoli was found safely cuddled up and sleeping with Maru in her bed, Seb said I could just spend the night here. It’s rare I get to do this since I’m usually so worried about leaving Cannoli home alone overnight. Feels weird, but in a good way!

The first thing we did upon arrival was toss Gerard’s new bowl onto one of Seb’s bookshelves – we made a space for it next to his Cave Saga X collection – and transferred the (thankfully still living!) betta in. Then, after a relaxing shower together to wash our days and some sand away, Seb changed into some pajama pants, while I stole one of his tees with a pair of clean boxers. I was just about to cuddle up in his bed when I realized Seb wasn’t following.

“What’re you doing?”

“I still have some work I didn’t get to finish today.”

“Bro!” I frown. “Why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve just done this all another time, or like, did something less time consuming, or something… I dunno.”

“What?” He’s pretending he didn’t hear me. I can tell by the dumb raise of his bushy eyebrows, and the way he’s biting back a smirk.

“I said that you’re a bitch.”

“Ouchies. Ya got me there.”

“Shut up,” I laugh, hugging one of his pillows to myself. “I’m staying up with you, then.”

“Why?”

“To keep you company.” Realizing maybe he doesn’t want the company, I shy away a little, looking down and fiddling with my new necklace. “I-if you want me to. I can just leave you be, if you need it, too.”

I hear him huff out a laugh, and look up to see him eyeballing me. “Get your cute ass over here,” Seb orders.

I plop down at his other PC, shifting the keyboard forward so I can lean on the desk. I have my phone with me, and I could play Toontown or something if I wanted, but I can’t help but just stare at the topless emo for a little bit. At his wet hair dripping down onto his scarred ivory skin; the blue glow of the screen against his slender face and soft muscles; the way he gnaws his lip in concentration, as his skilled fingers zoom across his keyboard.

“Like what y’see?” Seb teases. He must’ve seen me from his peripherals. His cheeks are pink as his eyes flicker between me and his screen.

A blush coats my own face as I nod and lazily whisper, “You’re so hot…”

I’m getting sleepy, but I’m getting sooo horny too.

“Eh, I’m a little chilly, actually.”

“You suck,” I smile.

Hm… suck… The gears are turning in my sleepy, horny brain.

I wonder if he’d let me suck his dick right now.

“I have a way t-to warm you up,” I mumble into the crook of my arm. Way to go, (y/n). Lookin’ like a real expert at pickup-line delivery.

After laughing at my stuttering, Seb asks, “Yeah? How’s that?” The way he purred his words tells me Seb knows how already.

I take a deep breath of determination before standing up and walking over to him. “Scoot over for a sec.”

He obliges, and I crawl into the space under his desk, sorta smushed between his long legs. Seb chuckles, but makes no moves to stop me as I rest my head on his thigh and trace lazy shapes with my fingertip up the side of his hardening length.

“Is this okay?” I murmur, moving on to fully palming him through his PJs. The purple plaid pants are soft and woolen, and smell like lavender laundry detergent. Freshly washed, huh? Hopefully they won’t get too dirty.

I peer up, and licking his lips after a quiet breath out, Seb smiles softly. “Perfect, baby.”

Feeling proud of the effect I’m having on him, I move on, nipping at his clothed thigh while I grip him a bit tighter. Fighting off the urge to plunge my fingers down the boxers that are covering my own lower half, I knead his upper thigh with my free hand.

Once Seb is fully hard, I kiss him over the fabric. Using my hot breath to tease him, I toy with his head a little while my lips “teeth” at the base. His hips are beginning to rock a bit in his seat. I take that as a sign to tug at his pants, and he wordlessly helps me slip them down to just above his knees.

“I have a question,” I state, lightly toying with his balls as I rest my cheek on his thigh again.

“Hm?”

Timidly, I mutter, “How would you feel if I called you a ‘good boy?’”

While I study his face through my lashes and leave light pecks on his leg, Seb pauses his work to think about it. “Dunno,” he eventually responds. Looks a little tickled. “I don’t think I’d really be into it, but you could try.”

Challenge accepted.

I purse my lips, then salute him. Makes him smile. “You got it, sir,” I tack on while resuming my activities. I cup his balls in my palm, knead them a little, and kitten-lick his shaft.

“Mm,” he hums, chewing his bottom lip.

Seb’s eyelids flutter, but he’s still coding.

I think it’s my new goal for him to not be able to do his work while I work.

Maybe I’ll make it up to him with some coffee or a back rub or something, if he wants.

After dragging my tongue up the underside of his cock, I drop back down, leaving open-mouthed kisses along it when I make my way towards the tip once more. I take my time tonguing at the thick, sensitive vein just below the head; peppering it with kisses while I start pumping one of my hands nearer to the bottom, savoring how he feels beneath my fingertips.

The rising and falling of Seb’s chest paired with his deep whimpers and stuttering fingers tells me it’s time to stop teasing.

Slowly, I dip my mouth over his lower head, hollowing my cheeks as I settle onto him. By the time the tip reaches my throat, Seb’s hand has made its way into my hair and started tugging. I moan at the pain. His dick reactively twitches a little.

My eyes are watering as I look up to check on him, and I swear he’d have hearts in his eyes if he could. His heavy lids hood over darkened irises, and a deep flush coats his cheeks. The fingers that aren’t woven into my hair make their way upwards into his and push it back. Exposing his cute forehead, then leaving it kinda still exposed as the water from our shower acts as a crappy glue.

The way he’s looking at me — watching with his full attention, clearly smitten as I stuff my mouth to the fullest degree with his cock — breaks me. The heat between my legs is fucking unbearable.

I gravitate my hand that’s not busy on Seb’s shaft downward, into the front-opening of these boxers, and then bypass my swollen bud to drown my fingers inside myself. My eyes roll shut while I moan around Seb’s girth, and the fist in my hair pulls a little harder.

“So selfish,” he teases.

I open my eyes and pull him out of my mouth, a deep breath escaping me. “Fuck~ Can’t help it.”

Losing myself in my own pleasure, I lean my forehead on Seb’s inner thigh. I match the pace of my hands, pumping him with the same vigor I’m curling into myself with.

“Shit, baby… juuust like that,” my boyfriend moans from above me.

I force my gaze up to him again, and his head is thrown back, his eyes shut while he groans my name through a smile. Feeling bold, I decide to test my experiment out now.

“P-please look at me,” I mewl. Even when I’m trying to be less submissive, I can’t help but sound like the sub of all time. As Seb grants my wish, I run my lips along the side of his length again. “That’s my good boy,” I murmur through soft kisses to his skin.

Fuck. That came out too meek.

“God, (y/n).” Maybe not? As the words left Seb’s lips, they were graced with a wide grin. “That was fucking precious.”

“Mmn— might’ve worked better if I wasn’t fingering myself...”

Seb shakes his head, he tugs my head upward near my roots, then impatiently lowers me back onto his cock. My brows upturn and a needy whine leaves me. I try to emulate what he’s feeling with my fingers, inserting a second into myself.

“I don’t think I’d like it if you’d said it the way you probably intended, to be honest.” He punctuates his sentence with a hushed curse.

Fair enough. I’ll take it. Mouth full and head empty, all I can do is grunt my response.

I ease my eyes shut, trying to focus on using my tongue while Seb begins fucking up into me. I give in to the urges to stimulate my clit while this is happening, using my thumb to toy with it; admittedly, my movements on Seb become a little jagged.

“Keep going, princess.” Moaning through the shivers that title sends across my skin, my eyes open back up, and I try to focus harder on pleasuring my lover than myself. “Gooood fucking girl,” he coos, his eyes stabbing my own.

My lids flutter as I desperately try to keep them open. Wanting to finish – since I’m close, and so that I can focus solely on Seb with a clear mind – I pull my fingers out of myself and vigorously focus them on my clit.

Seb giggles at my loss of all inhibition. “That feel good?”

“Mhm,” I choke out over his dick. I do my best to bob my head along to Seb’s thrusts, but I raise myself off him, gasping for air as my foggy eyes gaze into his beneath upturned eyebrows. “Fuck, I love your cock, daddy~”

Yoba above, what the fuck was that?!

The words just kinda spilled outta me… I’d be more embarrassed if it wasn’t almost ready to cum. I rest my cheek on his leg again as I pump him with the same vigor I’m strumming myself.

Seeming to have liked the name, Seb’s widened eyes roll back for a moment while a husky groan escapes him. “Yeah? Then why’d you stop, darling?”

Suuuch a good point! He’s so smart!

“I-I’m gonna cum,” I explain as his fingertips make their way to my chin.

“Not yet.”

Oh.

As if he pressed a button, I stop moving. Depriving myself in an instant, despite how much it hurts to deny myself the pleasure.

Seb laughs, and the devilish sound on its own makes me whine. “There ya go. Now c’mere,” he mutters, drawing my face to his dick again.

Holy shit this is so fucking hot.

“Hands off yourself.”

Oh my god.

Dejectedly but obediently, I do as he says.

“Use ‘em on me instead.”

I bring both hands up to Seb’s cock, lowering them onto him from the top. My movements are shaky from being cut off, but I’m too hypnotized to care.

Seb’s hand is still on my face as he guides my lips around his tip again. It’s slick and salty with precum. The aftertaste has hints of myself, now that my well-used hands have touched him again.

Brows furrowing and lips curling, Seb coos, “You’re too goddamn pretty.”

The praise makes me reactively hum around him.

“Open a little wider, baby,” he whispers, his thumb stroking my cheek.

When I oblige, he tells me to go deeper, which I also do. I gag a little, but my boyfriend doesn’t seem to mind.

“Mmmshit,” he grunts, his head lazily tilting to rest on his shoulder.

His empty hand curls into a fist and raises to his lips. The other palm trails up my face and back into my tresses, pushing me down a little further onto him.

“You able to breathe?” I nod, doing my best to look up at him. “Atta girl,” he mewls, rubbing a soothing hand along my scalp before taking control over my movements.

I wish I was still allowed to touch myself. He’s so perfect. Knows exactly what to say and do to get me off. Despite not having stimulation, I moan, sending visible goosebumps along Seb’s skin.

I pick up speed, ignoring the soreness in my throat, and choking back every protest from my gag reflex for the sake of Seb’s pleasure. His self-soothing curses and grunts are driving me wild.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, before asking, “Y’want me to cum in your mouth?”

Unable to properly respond like this, I lift my face off his crotch. “Yes,” I breathe. Just as I’m eagerly dipping back down, Seb firmly tugs my head up by my hair. “Ah~”

“Yes please?”

Instinctively, I whimper. He’s being soft, yet so firm.

It’s so cool!

“Yes, please,” I repeat back to him. My voice quivered a bit. My chest heaves and my cunt drips into his boxers as I wait for the ok to taste him again.

Grinning proudly, he nudges me back to where I wanted to be. I make use of my hands, adding pressure towards his base while using my lips and tongue everywhere else.

After only a few seconds, Seb offers, “You wanna cum too?”

I try to hum my affirmation with my mouth full. Comes out as just “Mm” more than anything.

“Use your words, princess. Yes or no?”

Oh my fucking god.

I take him out of my mouth again. A string of saliva still attaches my lips to his cock, though. I lick towards it, closing my mouth on him where the liquid was beading from; gliding a little as I nod, my eyes pleading for him to cum and let me cum too.

Against the slick skin, I beg, “Yes please.” Before the words fully leave my mouth, I’m already planting myself back onto him. Fucking depraved…

“Mmm, good girl.” No matter how many times he’s said it, that never gets old. I’m his good girl. “Go ahead, touch yourself,” he commands.

Almost too excitedly, I tuck my dominant hand back down, getting back to work. Again, I match my grips’ paces. Seb’s head falls back for a moment before his hazy orbs meet mine again. Dwindled down to a slobbery, horny, blissed-out mess, I gasp around him, doing my best to stay focused. It’s not going well.

“Mmm—“ I lift myself up for a moment to get my words out. “P-please can I cum?”

“Fuuuck, baby,” Seb lilts, his cock beginning to twitch in my mouth. He quickly warns, “Yeah, you’ve gotta do it with me though, okay?”

My mouth leaves his length with a pop “Yes, Seb— oh fuck, please, faster!” I can barely wait another second as I urge Sebastian to completion, but luckily, it all unfolds perfectly.

He forces my mouth back on him, moaning loudly while he coats my tastebuds and throat with cum; all the while I tighten around my digits, my thighs closing around my wrist and my muffled voice shaking through the sensation.

Once Seb begins to soften, I have to ease myself off his cock. Jaw hurts a bit, plus I’m all fucked up from my own orgasm.

Regardless, that was amazing.

I lean against Seb’s thigh — heh, it’s a little shaky now — and he soothingly pets my hair.

“Sorry…”

“What for?” Seb quietly laughs.

“Distracting you.”

Rolling his eyes through a smile, he reassures, “I’d need to be fucking insane if I was upset with you for that, (y/n).”

Sleepily, I shut my eyelids, letting out a content sigh too. His leg is comfy…

“C’mere,” he mutters.

I open my eyes and practically crawl into Seb’s lap after scooting his pajama pants back up.

He kisses my scalp, wrapping his arms around my shorter form. I meet his lips with mine, and we share a long, cute kiss; lazily knotting our tongues together as we trail soft touches along each other’s faces and bodies.

I hum against Seb’s mouth before pulling away, burying my face into his neck. “M’so sleepy…”

“Hm.” Testing the waters, Seb brings his arms forward. “I can type like this,” he suggests.

For some reason, the idea of falling asleep in Seb’s embrace while he works makes my tummy flutter and my skin blush. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he mutters, pressing another kiss to my temple. “I’ll just carry ya to bed when I’m done… or lose circulation, whichever comes first.”

“Work through the hypoxia like a real man,” I tease. A long yawn midway made my voice sound all funny.

“Quiet, you,” he giggles.

And just like that, the sounds of Seb’s live keyboard ASMR and absentminded humming-singing combination lulls me right to sleep.

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons about sebastian having allergies because my boy hates all egg things apart From void eggs which you don’t eat. Personally I slap him with a sickly Emo basement boy card.

Oooo this is a fun one!! >:3 As a fellow emo who doesn’t go outdoors much, I like to imagine he probably has similar allergies to myself.

As far as eggs go, I genuinely think he just doesn’t like them

Other dairy products, on the other hand.. god keep that shit away from him

Very lactose intolerant. Needs to take medicine before eating ice cream or drinking dairy milk or anything or he will have tummy problems!!

That said, oat milk and soy milk are his preferences for lattes/tea/the occasional choccy milk

Even though it’s not as obvious as Sam, Seb has hay fever and pollen allergies too. Rather than a stuffy nose, he just gets itchy eyes (although, let’s face it, they��re probably always itchy with how much computer time he gets daily).

He has to keep an air purifier in his room to prevent dust buildup between cleanings. If too much accumulates, he becomes a sneezy, teary-eyed mess

#thank u for this!!#gonna go make some chocolate milk now that I’ve talked about it #a delicacy….#he just like me fr!!#crisask #stardew valley headcanons #sebastian sdv #stardew valley sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #sdv sebastian #sebastian headcanons #sebastian stardew #stardew sebastian #sebsatian sdv #sdv headcanon #sdv headcanons #anon

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 18

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: The wizard is finally here, and he is hot.

Author’s Note: Here’s the portrait mod I use for Rasmodius, which is how he’s intended to be pictured in this work!

And here’s a visual reference, for those who don’t mod:

Enjoy and take care x

Edit: Almost forgot to add, the tower interior is loosely based off how it looks in SVE. It’s much livelier than the vanilla version :’)

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I’ve spent the past few days cleaning up a bit, and convinced Robin — with promises of tons of wood and fresh peaches, whenever the fruit saplings have fully grown in — to help me clear out the majority of the trees around my farm. With the exception of a bunch of rocks, which I still need a stronger pick for, the land is pretty much cleared out!

Cannoli has the zoomies, and there’s plenty of new space here for him to play, so he’s having a blast. I take a mental note to toss some ice cubes in his water bowl later — with the wretched sun beating down on us like this, he’s bound to need ‘em.

While I bury a small handful of blueberry seeds in the freshly hoed dirt, I fantasize about setting up a small play space for him, maybe inside the small cave on my land. Could hang some string lights, put a few blankets and pillows in there, some catnip toys maybe… that shit would look cute. I’d just have to figure out a way to get him to coexist with all the fruit bats hidden in there.

The emo man sitting on my stoop speaks up over the soft lofi hip-hop playing from my phone’s speaker, breaking me from my thoughts.

“So… Sebby, huh?”

“What?” I look up, confused, as he puts out his cigarette in the ashtray.

It’s just a plain one I ordered online from Joja (blegh), but I want to commission Clint and/or Emily for a custom and cooler one. If they’re up for it. I know I don’t, like, have to give him anything in return for my sick bouquet, but the idea always pops into my mind.

“You called me Sebby unironically last week. I forgot to ask about that.”

God, I’d forgotten about that. Not, like… the fucking part. Obviously. I mean the ~Sebby~ part. I was having the time of my life, the absolute last thing on my mind was how to address him. I blush, recalling that day.

“Yeahhh, sorry. I didn’t really mean to.”

“You could call me that if you want, you know…”

Having just finished a row of seeds, I flip around to face the next one. “That’s a high honor,” I tease, “You sure I’m worthy of it?”

“You could call me anything with a moan like that, (y/n).”

I roll my eyes and snort at his horny remark and try to come up with something witty, ignoring how secretly proud I feel. “What if I were to call you… I dunno. Shitballs?”

Perfect. Yes. 10/10 idea, (y/n). You’re so smart!

“Then I’d take back everything I just said.”

“Booooo,” I heckle, laughing at his absolutely fed up expression. “What about Bash?”

“Bash?”

“Yeah, like Se-Bash-tian, ya know?”

He hums in thought. “Honestly, I don’t hate it.”

“…What if I pull a 180 and start calling you ‘darling’ and stuff?”

“Don’t push your luck, princess.”

Chills run down my spine. “Mmm.” A low, demonic chuckle emits from Seb at my reaction. A hot one. It’s not helping me simmer down at all. Without looking back to show my annoyance, I respond, “I’d rather finish up the last of this planting than feel things right now, so if you don’t shut the fuck up over ther—“

I’m cut off by a light flick to the back of my head.

“Ack!” I gasp. “Ya creep… your footsteps are so quiet.” I hover my hand over the area that my hat won’t block the sun from, and look up at the culprit.

He doesn’t respond verbally, simply winking at me instead. He kneels down next to me, using his bare hands to work a bowl into the soil. Reaching around to the basket on the opposite side of me, he steals a pack of seeds and gets to work.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping.”

I grin and continue, scooting over to the next spot. “Well yeah, but like, you don’t have to do this. Could just hang out inside or something if you want to. I don’t care.”

“Maybe I want to help.”

I shoot him a quick, cocky grin. “What got you so keen on farming all of the sudden, hm?”

”Don’t worry about it.”

That sounded a little sheepish, almost. His cheeks are looking awfully pink too, but I can’t tell if it’s sunburn or blush. I decide to spare him.

“Fineee.” I sigh, thinking of how the only way that this moment could be better would be if the sun wasn’t so fucking hot today. “Thank you… Bash.”

“Hey, what’d I say about pushing your luck just now? Hm?” Seb scolds while I snicker to myself.

“What?! You literally just said you like that one.” I flick some dirt at him, and he scoffs.

“I don’t like the way you said it.”

“Whatever Bastion.”

“I hate you.”

“You don’t, actually.”

He groans while I snicker, moving onto the next and last row. He follows shortly after, but crouches behind me this time instead of helping. I think he’s feeling needy for my attention, which would be more adorable if I didn’t want to work. His fingers trail along my sweaty back, covered only by a black sports bra.

“Whatcha doin’ back there?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Aren’t I, like, a little icky for this though?”

Not looking back, I notice Seb’s shadow, as he shakes his head above my own. “Somehow you’re still cute, all covered in sweat.”

“Gross,” I whine as if I’m not a little flustered by the compliment. “Well, I’ve gotta shimmy over a little, so move,” I add, wiggling Seb’s hands off of me.

I scoot. He scoots too and keeps touching me. This time, his hands are brushing my hips… toying with the waistband of my light blue gym shorts… slipping into the waistband.

“Mmm— You’re awfully distracting…” I breathe out, flustered.

“Fine, I’ll stop.”

I laugh and shake my head as he steals my straw hat off my noggin.

He plops down at the end of the row of soon-to-be crops I’m tending to. When I glance up, I’m not expecting to be super attracted to Seb in a straw hat. How foolish of me. How could I forget that he could look hot in literally anything?

He’s leaning back, propped up on his elbows, watching Cannoli explore in the distance. His short sleeved, black, button-down shirt is fully open, showing off his torso as well as the long chain that was hidden underneath the fabric. Looks like thin, silver barbed wire. Both of Seb’s legs are out in front of him, his right crossed over the left, as his rolled up pants expose some of his calves. His bangs are pinned back too, although that’s mostly hidden now thanks to my hat.

He’s way out of my league. Dude looks so frickin’ cool, without even trying…

Catching me looking, Seb tilts his head, smirks and raises a brow. I look away immediately, bashfully admitting, “You look hot…”

“Didn’t you just shoo me away for ogling?” He squints at my rosy face as I look back down, nodding in defeat. “Back to work, (y/l/n).”

I rush through the last row before literally throwing myself at Seb. I wrap my arms around his neck and straddle his hips, knocking him off his elbows.

“Oh my god you’re so moist.”

I giggle mischievously and respond in the most seductive tone I can manage. “Embrace the sweat, baby. I thought you liked it.” I cut myself off with more laughter.

“You fucking goblin!” Seb growls. He tumbles us over so that he’s on top of me, picks me up with a grunt, and begins to fucking speed-walk towards one of the many ponds in my yard.

“H-hey, easy there buddy!” I try to wiggle from his grasp, eyes wide.

He wouldn’t throw me in, would he?

…Would he?

“Let’s not noT BE HASTY NO—“

SPLASH

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After Seb and I cleaned ourselves up from gardening and impromptu swimming (amongst other things, heheheh), we invited Sam to hang out. I feel cozier having more than one person over at a time, now that I have the seating for it.

I finally got some actual furniture, meaning the cabin looks more lived in. Still haven’t followed through with getting a kotatsu yet, but as soon as I can find one I like, you can bet your ass it’s going right where this table is.

We’d planned on playing some games, but instead, we’ve just been loafing around with cold, sugary drinks and a bunch of snacks Sam brought over from a subscription box he’s trying out. After a short silence, a frustrated thought comes to my mind.

“I wanna be friends with Abigail!” I exclaim, slamming a fist on the table.

Seb silently looks at me with wide eyes while Sam clutches his heart, letting out a big huff.

“That was so aggressive.” Sam sighs.

“Sorry. Got amped.”

“That’s gonna be a lot of work, you know,” Sebastian points out, a matcha flavored Pocky hanging from his lips. “She’s not a fan of most women.”

Sam nudges him. “Especially the ones who take her wittle Sebbykins away from her.”

I wince and mumble, “Gross,” before sipping some lemonade.

While Seb shoves him back, I explain myself. “I know it’ll be tough, but like, I wanna be able to hang out with all of you. Just… you know. Without running the risk of becoming a victim to some weird yandere outrage.”

The two of them nod, Sam adding a shrug and head-tilt of understanding to his.

My attention is stolen momentarily by Cannoli, yelling for a water refill. Stretching my arms over my head and then behind my back, I leave my chair to oblige.

I shout over the running water in the kitchen, “Got any leads for me?”

“Well, she likes video games and food,” Sam suggests.

“She’s super into the idea of adventuring. Not sure if she’d actually be able to handle the mines or anything, though,” Seb adds on.

“Oh yeah,” Sam nods, “She practices with her wooden sword in the cemetery sometimes. Scared the crud outta me the first few times I found her out there.”

Placing the bowl down, I return to my spot, stealing a taiyaki snack from the box as I sit. “Why the cemetery?“ I ask.

“She has to sneak out to practice at night, and it’s close to her house,” Seb says. “Pierre is traditional. If something isn’t ladylike and Abby takes interest, he shuts it down.”

I wonder if her aversion to women stems from an embedded defiance towards Pierre. This isn’t the time to psychoanalyze, though.

“Hmm…” I wonder aloud, “I could try and take her on a secret adventure, maybe. I’ve been wondering about that creepy tower in the forest a lot. Do you guys think she’d be into scoping it out?”

Seb nods, “Well… yeah, she’d love that.” Him and Sam look at one another, grimacing slightly. Ugh. There’s gonna be a catch to this.

“Go on,” I deadpan.

“Do you know how to wield a sword or anything?” Sam blurts out. “Nobody knows who or what is in there. What if you two get hurt?”

“Yes, I know how to use a sword. How else would I be able to visit the mines?”

“How far down have you gone?” Seb questions.

“I dunno, like…” I think for a moment, “5 or 6 floors maybe?”

“Oh, you sweet summer child.”

“What?! For someone who’s never been mining before moving here, I’d say I rock.”

“Was that pun intended?” Sam whispers meekly, as if he knows the reaction he’s about to get.

As I groan out a “No, you little…”, Seb rolls a napkin into a ball and proceeds to hurl it Sam’s way. Sam pretends he’s been shot as it impacts, groaning and dramatically sliding from his chair onto the floor.

Without moving, Sam hums inquisitively. “What if some creepy old person lives there?”

“It’s probably vacant, if the overgrown look is any indication.”

“Nah, definitely lived in,” Seb hastily corrects me. Hm. “There’s a garden just up the steps leading there. It’s really nice, actually.” He shoots me a wink and a shit-eating grin, before adding, “Puts your farm to shame.”

I try to rebut by throwing my taiyaki wrapper at him, but it just floats off to the side, about a foot away from me. Damn it. Hearing Seb snorting at my failure, I opt to lightly kick him instead.

Sam’s head pops into view, his eyes and nose cutely making an appearance above the table. “You’ve gone that close?” Seb nods back. “Isn’t that, like, trespassing?”

Shrugging, Seb answers, “They don’t have any signs telling you not to enter their property.”

“Alright, I have a crazy proposition,” I suggest sarcastically. “Why don’t I just… knock and see if someone answers? Ya know, rather than trying to just go in blindly.”

“If you have a death wish, sure! Go for it!”

I squint at Sam, who’s still on the ground. “A death wish— bro, it’s probably just some shy farmer or something!”

“Whyyy don’t I scope it out before you and Abby try to?” Seb offers quietly, although it sounds as if he doesn’t even want to. Makes a gal wonder what he saw there, the last time he went. “That way you’re not risking anything.”

“What? No!” I sit there for a moment, contemplating the situation silently to myself. Ugh. “Y’know what, nevermind. I’ll figure something else out.”

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A few days ago, I had told Sam and Seb that I’d avoid the creepy tower in the woods.

I didn’t promise anything, though!

I made sure to change clothes before leaving the house. My third outfit of the day, not counting the pajamas I woke up in… doing laundry will be a pain this week. In my defense, I was paranoid that I’d be caught red handed by a nighttime skateboarder or a wandering basement dweller, so I swapped out my white sundress for black leggings, black boots, and a black tee shirt.

I am one with the night.

…Or, I just look like I’m about to burglarize someone.

Whatever.

The former sounds cooler.

As I inch my way through the trees, the sound of crickets and cicadas are deafening, but in a peaceful sorta way. Maybe I’ll camp out here sometime.

The closer I get to my destination, the more… weird I feel. It’s that same uncomfortable pull I felt at the Flower Dance, towards that creepy hooded person. If I’m recalling correctly, I felt a similar gravitation during my last endeavors in Cindersap. Like something is controlling me, in an effort to lure me in. Bloodbending me towards the tower. Punishing me with a nasty head and stomach ache if I refuse it.

With the structure now in my sight, my stomach is in knots from nerves. Seb’s reluctant offer to go here before me flashes through my mind, giving me second thoughts. He’s only human, but it’s rare he really seems scared about much of anything. What had him so silently irked about this place?

I take a deep breath, and continue my mission anyway.

The lights are on, meaning whoever is there is probably awake. At least I know I won’t be ruining any sleep with my intrusion. I pick up my pace to a light jog, wanting to get this over with.

I hope I can convince Abby to come here, should I not, like, die tonight. And if the resident gives me permission. And if Abby wants to, rather than doing it out of a weird obligation, that would be nice too. Unless… What if she uses the time alone to turn against me? I shake the paranoid thoughts from my head as I approach my destination.

The moment I set foot on one of the rugged, wooden steps, I’m hit with a dizzy spell. After regaining my composure, I take another step, this time feeling a pang in my temples. I lean on the dirt wall next to me for a moment. I don’t like this.

With some courage, I move again. This time, nothing bad happens. Interesting…?

Seeing that as the universe’s permission to continue, I jog up the final few stairs. Still in one piece, I breathe out a sigh of relief. I wonder if that was just my nerves… My gut tells me there was a barrier of sorts trying to keep me out, or maybe even entice me in, but that just feels nonsensical.

Looking out to the woods behind me, I’m met with a beautiful view. I can see the fireflies dancing by the river, the tops of the roofs and street lamps in town, and the cozy glow of the Stardrop as Gus and Emily likely begin their preparations for closing. On my right, the Gem Sea sparkles under the light of the full moon, offering a welcomed calmness to my current endeavor.

I turn back around and see the small crop area that Seb had mentioned. He wasn’t kidding — this shit is impressive. There’s a huge melon to the right, surrounded by several smaller ones. If I wasn’t keeping this whole thing a secret, I’d take a picture to send to the boys. Has big “Don’t talk to me or my sons ever again” energy.

To the left is a beautiful garden of flowers and some more fruits. A mix of variously colored summer spangles and small, plump, vine-grown berries that I’ve never seen. They’re bright blue, bioluminescent underneath the night sky.

My heart races as I take another few steps forward. Social anxiety aside, I think the encounter I’m about to have would freak anyone out. It’s not everyday that a person decides to spontaneously scope out some stranger’s home, and somewhat late at night, no less.

I swallow the lump in my throat, lift my hand to grasp the cold metal knocker, and—

“Well, it’s about time.”

A short, high-pitched scream escapes me. I shut myself up with a palm to my mouth, as to not attract the attention of anyone who might be nearby.

“What the—? W-where are you? Who said that?”

A low, decadent chuckle flows through my head. I look around frantically, but not a single soul is in sight.

“I’ve been awaiting your arrival for quite some time, young one. I apologize for startling you, but I must say, it was fun doing so.” I don’t answer, and they sigh jovially. “Please, enter! It’s in my interest to make your acquaintance.”

Oh… they live here? Then why does it sound like they’re inside of my fucking brain what the fuck–

I shudder before twisting open the golden doorknob. Instantly, various scents waft through my nostrils. Cinnamon, pine, something musky and sharp too — maybe lemongrass. There are various shrubs, flowers, and vines lining the walls of the entryway; and multicolored lights shine above them, mostly of varying shades of purple, green, pink, and blue.

Shyly, I move forward, both admiring the well-kept shrubbery and the cozy decor of the room past the next doorway. From what I can see, it’s warmly lit. There are more plants scattered, a fireplace in the back, and bulbous fairy lights strung along the upper walls.

I hear footsteps getting closer, and my nerves rev back up. I pause in my tracks as the mysterious voice reveals their physical form.

Yoba, I thought Sam was large, but this guy has to be at the absolute least a half of a foot taller.

The man’s purple hair sprinkles into his vision, slightly in the way of burgundy eyes that sparkle with intrigue. A black leather cord containing a small, corked bottle of something adorns his neck, and his pointed elf-like ears are decorated with a set of red dangling earrings. He is wearing a half-tucked, off-white button down, above black dress pants, and fancy black shoes with pointed silver tips to them.

I feel severely underdressed.

As he leans against the doorway and crosses his arms over his chest, I notice several rings amongst his fingers, each with a different colored gem in the center. Go off, Thanos.

He smiles down at me warmly with a single nod, making my heart skip a beat. Why is everyone in this stupid town so gorgeous? I think to myself. He tilts his head curiously, eyes narrowing with a wider grin, as if he’s reading my inner dialogue.

…Holy shit. I wonder if he can, considering how he was communicating with me before.

“I know you.” I whisper with furrowed brows, pushing my previous thoughts aside.

The moment I noticed the colors of his features — reddish-purple irises, gray skin, almost Abby-colored hair, the black beauty mark below his right eye — I realized this man is the same person I saw lurking around behind the Flower Dance.

“Well, not formally of course, but yes. I was sure you would recognize me.” Thank god he’s no longer speaking directly into my head. As lovely as his voice is, that was intense... “I do my best to keep to the shadows, alas, my hiding spots are sometimes subpar.”

Against my better judgment to just stay quiet, I question him. “Why hide?”

“It would be unwise to bring fear to the townspeople. Only some know of me, but they fear the unknown presence I carry. Then again, it is possible I simply stick out too much for their liking...” He mumbles the last sentence as he observes the dust-colored skin of his hands.

“Worry not, as it is something I’ve grown accustomed to over the years. Now, onto the matter at hand,” he announces, “I am Magnus Rasmodius. Seeker of the arcane truths. Mediary between physical and ethereal. Master of the seven elementals. Keeper of the—“

Magnus looks at my face and catches me biting back a giggle. I never expected this guy to be so adorably dorky. He blushes, his eyes fading from their natural (???) maroon into a light pink to match his cheeks. Oh my god, that was so sick?! “Er… you get it.”

“Sorry,” I snort, breaking.

His features revert back to their previous shades as he grins and shakes his head, silently accepting the apology. “Come, have a seat. There’s much to discuss.”

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 24

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You and Seb have a pretty serious talk about your feelings. (This is super fluffy, don’t worry)

Author’s Note: This chapter and the next were originally one chapter, but I wanted to save y'all the word count, so I'm sorry it ends sort of abruptly :')

As always, enjoy and take care x

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“This is gonna burn, okay?” “I know, I know…” I groan. I close my eyes, preparing myself for pain. “Just do it.”

Softly cradling my hand in one of his own, Seb uses the other to press an antiseptic-soaked cotton ball to the wound he’d created on my leg. I suck in through my teeth and crinkle my nose, forming a death grip around his palm.

“Doin’ so good, baby,” he reassures me. Through teary eyes, I look into his, reciprocating the soft smile that graces his lips. He leans in to place a light kiss on my grin before pointing his attention to the next afflicted area: my neck.

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” he laughs. “For all of this.” He vaguely gestures at my marks. “The biting,” he picks up the bottle of medicinal liquid and sways it a little, “This shit…”

I shake my head. “I would’ve stopped you if I needed you to.”

“I know. Still...” He trails off, then softly whispers, “Ready?” and places a newly soaked piece of cotton onto my throat once I’ve nodded.

Through hisses, I chuckle. “It was like… ridiculously hot, though.” I release my hand from his and bring it to his face. “I mean, we still gotta talk about… whatever,” I sigh. “As much as I loved how rough you were, I wish it were under different circumstances, y’know?”

Seb nods, closing his eyes and nustling into my touch. He looks exhausted. I feel exhausted. Too busy of a day. Too fucked out.

He opens his eyes finally, and grabs a new cotton ball. “Just a little more,” he mutters.

I unwrap the towel that I’d swaddled around my torso after Seb helped me clean up in the shower, and he softly traces the bites, bruises and hickies he’d marked me with.

“Fuck.”

“Hm?”

Cheeks getting rosy, Seb looks down and dabs some liquid onto the cotton. He growls lowly, meeting my gaze through his lashes, “It’s a good look on you.”

“Sicko,” I giggle. As if that didn’t make my heart skip a beat… as if I wouldn’t go for round two, if he wanted it. I’d sacrifice my insides being just as sore as my branded skin if it meant I got to experience that shit again.

Before Sebastian can continue his first aid, I stand from the bathroom floor and tippy-toe so that I can inspect my body in the mirror above the sink. I trace the marks – they begin at my neck, and scatter downward in a sloppy line. My boobs took a real beating. I look like I was fucking wrecked. Which I was, obviously. But like damn.

“Oh my god.”

“Hm?”

“I… kinda like it,” I whisper. Taking note of how red my own face is turning, I return to my previous spot.

“Yeah?” I nod shyly. Seb hums out a devilish chuckle, and I shiver at the noise. “‘Atta girl.”

“Shut up.”

Instead of sitting back onto my towel, I throw it at him and accept the cool floor tiles.

Seb continues to tend my wounds: antiseptic, Neosporin, bandaids where needed, and lots of kisses and praise. Once he’s finished, I pick out a big tee and briefs to sleep in and grab some ice for my neck (these hickies are gnarly) while Seb makes us some tea. It’s, like, 3 in the morning, but I want nothing more than to cuddle and exist together for a little before we head to bed.

I sit down cross-legged on the mattress, with a peacefully sleeping Cannoli to my right. When I reach to pet him, I accidentally wake him up.

“Sorry, little man,” I mumble.

He lets out a tiny trill, and rests his head back down for some more snoozes as I stroke his soft fur. Just when I lean my back against the wall, Seb returns with our tea.

After handing me a mug, Seb joins the party, plopping down to my left. I take a sip of the soothing beverage and snuggle up to his side, being invited in with an outstretched arm. A short silence passes before I bring up something that’s been on my mind.

“Did… did you really think that I’d cheat on you, Seb?”

He sighs into his cup. “Not really…? I dunno.” He takes a sip, and I mimic his movements. “It’s just… the way Magnus talked to you. Or,” Seb puts up air quotes with the arm wrapped around me, “‘talked’ to you.” I lean further into Seb’s touch. He sighs and backtracks a little to explain himself, “I should fill you in more. So, like, I don’t have much going on with me in terms of magic, since I stopped my training so early.” I nod along. “Ever since he gave me… some potion,” I think back to the disgusting slop Magnus made me drink. I wonder if it was the same one. “...I’m able to use telepathy, and I have heightened instincts too. Like… think of a wolf or some shit, I dunno. It’s like that.”

I stifle a laugh.

“What?”

I lower my voice an octave and say, “‘On all levels except physical, I am a–’”

Seb snorts and nudges me, mumbling something about me shutting up. “I’m sorry,” I giggle as I nudge him back.

“As I was saying,” he slowly continues, “I, like…” Seb takes a sec to pick out his wording. “I can very easily tell how people are feeling, if I really try to, if that makes sense? Like, I’m able to sniff out their distinct pheromones and whatever. Can hear their heartbeat from several feet away if I concentrate real hard. Whole buncha shit.”

I peer up, head still resting on Seb. I guess that’s why he’s always been so good at reading me, at being so frickin’ responsive to my feelings… it honestly explains a lot. It feels weird to know that was the spirits’ doing, in a way, rather than just some kind of convenient intuition.

“I… I know you kind of have it bad for Magnus.” A thick blush coats my skin as my eyes widen. He laughs. “See?” He didn’t even have to look at me to know how I was reacting. “It’s fine, like, crushes happen, and he’s fucking gorgeous even in that disguise he had goin’ on. I get it.” Something about the way Seb talks is comforting. As though he’s not hurt by it, or that he expected it even.

“S-Seb, I mean… I guess…?” I mutter defeatedly. “I promise I’d never act on anything, though.”

“I know,” he smiles down at me. “I trust you. And regardless of what I said, I trust him too.”

Confused, considering what he had said, I reply with an inquisitive hum.

“I know it’s probably my own self-consciousness fueling this shit, not anything that either of you did. Swear it.” I reach a reassuring hand down to his thigh, lightly rubbing as he talks. “But, even just thinking of the possibility that something could happen makes my skin crawl, (y/n). I really don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t.” My eyes are foggy, tears threatening to leave my lashlines, and my brows are upturned as I clutch the drink in my hand harder. “I don’t know how I can prove it to you, but I love you so fucking much. You’re the best thing that has happened to me in such a long time, and you’re my best friend. I don’t want to lose you either.”

He plants a kiss to my exposed forehead, mumbling his affection back against my skin.

“I asked this before, like during… you know…” I trail off, vaguely gesturing. He playfully sticks out his tongue at me, and I poke it back into his mouth with a wide grin. “But like, what is it about Magnus specifically that has you feeling like this?”

“I… I dunno,” he laughs. “Maybe seeing it firsthand did some shit to me. Like, I’ve noticed how easily flustered you can get, my dear.” I coil in further on myself, feeling vulnerable and embarrassed. Blushing at how easily the pet name rolls off his tongue. How easily he teases me into submission. He comforts me with another forehead smooch. “But, I’ve never watched your body react to someone else in such a similar way to how you are around me. That sucked. Or, well… I guess it felt weird, more than bad.”

I simply nod, lowering my gaze down again. Not really knowing what to say.

A few silent beats go by, before my follow-up pops into my head. “I’m not, like, in love with anyone other than you, but I just… have a lot of love to give, I guess?”

He groans. “Such a fuckin’ cornballll.”

I giggle into a sip of tea. “Shut up, I know, but it’s true!” I crack the knuckles of my free hand. “Never experienced so many people caring for me until I came here. And I’m so, so fucking grateful for it, but I don’t know what to do with all of it. It’s hard not to get so flustered.” I look back up, and Seb’s giving me the same dreamy, loving look that he’s given me a billion times before. It still makes the butterflies in my tummy go nuts.

“I mean, you know how rough my past was. I don’t need to dive back into that.”

He nods.

“So, you can probably put together that this is the first time I’m with someone who gives half a shit about me. First time I’ve ever had actual friends who care about me, you included… First time anyone has made me feel special just for being myself. Nobody’s shown such genuine and enthusiastic interest in me like Sam, such compassion and empathy for me like you do, or such unconditional care towards me like Magnus.”

I chip at the navy blue nail polish on my thumb using my pointer. I’ve accidentally picked up that fidget from Seb. “Even your mom is better to me than my own was when I was still in contact with her, which obviously doesn’t say much, but that doesn’t make me cherish it any less.”

I take another gulp of tea before moving on to my next point.

“So, I couldn’t tell you why Sam doesn’t woo me to the same degree that you do, or why Magnus… gets pretty close? I guess? Despite not having known him for long?” I wince. I firmly grasp Seb’s thigh, trying my best to be honest but also comfort him… and comfort myself as I accept these feelings. I want Seb to feel loved in every way I can manage; he probably knows that, as he plants another kiss of understanding to my head.

“But I can’t help it. And I can’t help but want to reciprocate, either, in certain ways,” I admit, finally reaching my point. “I wouldn’t cheat, but I don’t want to push someone I care for out of my life just to try to avoid them making a move, or something… if that makes any sense.”

I feel Seb nod against me, his soft cheek pressed into my hair. “Ever heard of polyamory?” he murmurs.

I furrow my brows. “Yeah, why?”

He shrugs. “I just wonder if maybe that’s something you’d be into.”

I blink, taken aback a little by how relaxed he sounds talking about that. “I… I dunno, actually. I’ve never thought of it.” I peer up. “Have you ever tried it?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “was just a thought.”

I nod slowly. Being in a relationship with more than one person sounds exhausting. Even if it was consensual, I can’t imagine feeling too peachy about splitting my affection between people like that.

But… I could try? Maybe? I dunno.

“D-do you want to try it?”

“Eh,” he dryly chuckles, seeming only half-okay with it. Seems like a good conversation to have if and when that time comes, rather than right now. “Sounds tiring.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same.”

I finish my tea, and reach over Seb to place down the empty mug before curling myself up on his lap. He gladly welcomes me into his larger form. Holding me against him as if I’m the most precious thing in the world.

“I really, really love you, Sebastian.”

“Why dontcha marry me then, (y/n)?” he whispers against my temple.

I blush and squeak at the suggestion, because of course I do. When he starts laughing at me, I snort and swat at him lightly. “In your dreams.”

Rather than quipping back, Seb just menacingly chuckles, peppering kisses all over my cheek. Making me giggle and shit. It’s utterly nauseating how in love I am. This man will be the fucking death of me.

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At some point in the night, Seb must’ve gotten up to turn off the lights and close my curtains, because I’ve woken up to a dark room and a meowing cat. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I plant a soft kiss on Seb’s head and climb over him so that I can give Cannoli his late breakfast and some water. It’s the last day before autumn, and my berries seemed almost ready to be picked yesterday, so I’ll check on those too.

Cannoli happily chirps a few times as I fill his bowls, and I have to silence him with headpats and a soft but firm shhh here and there, so as to not wake Sebastian. It’s almost noon, but we did have a late and… ~active~ night. He deserves to rest.

Next, I slip on the cheap rubber boots and worn-down leather gloves I usually use to garden when it’s not sweltering and go outside, opting to shower later. I keep making the mistake of washing myself as soon as I get up – an old habit – and then being all gross within a few hours from farming and whatnot, thus wasting more water.

I taste test one of the first blueberries I see. Its sweet, slightly tart juice bursts in my mouth with a slight little crunch that you don’t often get from store-bought berries. These are amazing! I smile to myself, stealing another for myself and doing a happy little shimmy before putting them in my basket. I can’t believe I grew my own food. I might be able to make my first profit with this, too. Or maybe I can make a pie or something.

This is so sick!

I proudly hum a song that’s been stuck in my head recently as I work. I’m lost in thought: trying to decide what to plant over the next few days, pondering if I should sell most of these, or if I should just gift them (in raw or pastry form) to some of my neighbors to celebrate… fun stuff. Farmer stuff! But a deep clearing of a throat behind me startles me from my trance.

“Ah!”

I whip around, and find Magnus — undisguised at last, and strolling towards me from… Yoba knows where. Was he in the mountains, and came down this way to pop by? Did he teleport behind me at some point? So many possibilities. Unsure of whether to ask why he’s here, or how he got here in the first place, I end up just stuttering a bunch.

“It’s alright, you can do it,” he cheekily encourages me.

I huff, despite the smile that curves onto my lips. “Fuck off.” I flick a blueberry his way, but he catches the bullet. Inspects it too.

“Oh, thank you very much!” he remarks before eating it. He hums happily, and I can’t help but feel a bit proud of my crop. Maybe even a little flustered about the approval.

Through a shy grin, I get back to work and ask, “What brings you here, Oh Great Wizard?”

He chuckles smoothly. “I was hoping to discuss something with you. I see you’re busy though, so another time will suffice.”

Thinking of Sebastian sleeping inside, I nod. I know he’ll be fine, but I feel like that discussion was a little too recent for his heart to handle seeing– feeling? me in this state again.

I hope these feelings go away someday.

“Yeah, maybe sometime next week? I have a buncha big farming days coming up,” I say as I vaguely gesture around at the plants, grimacing a little. “Oh! Or tonight, if you’re gonna be at the beach to see the jellies.” Almost forgot about that.

“Of course!” Fuck, Magnus’ smile’s so fucking contagious. God fucking damnit. I can’t not mirror him. “Next week would probably be better, if— Oh?” His brows furrow.

“What?” I ask, my brows following suit.

He proceeds towards me and crouches, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and tilting my head up. Towards him. He is so close.

“W-what are you–” I stammer, becoming a blushing, blubbering, terrified, absolute fucking mess, before he turns my head to the side.

Oh.

I took the bandages off my neck when I woke up, to let them air out.

Which means he can see the bites.

Oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck oh god oh fu–

“What happened, my dear?” he whispers.

I glance at him through the corner of my eye, and despite the softness of his baritone voice, his eyes are a wild, angry red. Mine widen, and I look away. I feel the crimson of my face spreading to my ears. I’m trying to figure out how to tell him (without actually telling him) that I had incredibly kinky, rough, untamed sex…

Because of him.

“Er…” I swallow hard and wiggle my head out of his grip, taking my hair in my hands and crossing it over my neck and lower face. Burying myself in it. Hiding myself as I realize that I’m also fucking pantless underneath this tee shirt, to top this all off... I can’t look him in the eyes. I just sit there and stare down at my crouched knees and hope that he gets the point.

A moment passes.

And then another.

And then, I hear a deep, shaky breath. “O-oh!” He sounds surprised, but his voice is more coarse than usual.

I glance up through my lashes and he’s looking off to the side. His irises are now a deeper, blood-like red – interesting? I thought they’d be pink, if anything – and his cheeks are coated in blush.

I slowly turn my head towards him again, before explaining, “I… I didn’t expect to see anyone yet, s-so I didn’t bother to put on any makeup, and–”

“Y-yes,” he clears his throat. “Yes, of course. No worries.”

I breathe out, and continue bravely, “Um. Magnus?” I shift my gaze back down when he brings his to mine.

“Yes?”

“D-did you figure it out on your own, or like…” I curl further in on myself as I speak. God I hope he didn’t read my mind.

“No! No, I worked it out for myself.” He airily chuckles. Whew. “I-I think it is best if I don't learn the details.”

“Yes! Yeah, absolutely! Please don’t!”

“Mhm!” he hums and nods firmly. “I’m going to… Er…” he stammers, “I will see you soon, (y/n).”

“Yeah, um. Have a good one, Mag,” I squeak. Mag? Way to make this worse, loser.

And just like that, he’s gone. Teleported away as quickly as he possibly could’ve.

I groan out loud. I then kneel over and clutch a bunch of soil between my gloved fingers, groaning again. Cannoli walks up beside me, confused as to why I’m so angry at the ground.

I pick him up and scream into the fur on his belly, hoping it’ll muffle enough that I can get my frustrations out without causing worry from Seb or anybody else who might be nearby. Cannoli whines, scratches me lightly on the forehead, escapes my arms, and runs away. Shoulda known better than to use a cat as a stress toy.

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 25*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You and Seb enjoy a lil’ morning workout uwu

Author’s Note: Posting a day early because I'm impatient, but also because I'm gonna be a little busy the next few days!! Enjoy and take care x

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When I get back inside, I discard my gloves onto their usual lil’ shelf by the door, then head straight to the bathroom to get cleaned up. By the time I’m all fresh, Seb’s awake, looking like a groggy mess in my bed.

“Hey, hot stuff,” I chime. He grunts through a yawn, eyes trained on me while he sits upright. “Check these puppies out!” I grab my basket of blueberries from the table and tilt it in his direction slightly. Showing off the goods. “Want one?”

Still looking sleepy, he nods happily, but makes no effort to leave the bed. I shuffle over, keeping an arm around my chest to hold up my towel, and pop a particularly large berry into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Sweet as you.” I try to just brush his flirting off with an eye roll so I can get dressed, but he wraps an arm around me. “C’mere…”

I guess I have no choice but to get back into bed with this incredibly cute and sexy man!

Oh, how unfortunate!!!

“So needy,” I jest. He tugs me closer, and I’m facing him. Chest-to-chest.

“I just like to appreciate what’s mine is all,” he murmurs. His sleepy rasp sounds so fucking nice. Seeing me blush at his words, he winks slyly, frazzling me further. Seb shimmies my towel down, leaning back to check me out. “How’re the marks doing?”

“They feel a lot better now,” I grin.

They’re already very faded too. I wonder if Magnus’ potion made me faster to heal, on top of being more physically fit. Although, it’s also rare that I have someone around to nurse me, so Seb’s hard work probably helped too.

“Thanks for patching me up so well.”

“What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” he says, matter-of-factly, continuing to unroll the towel off me.

He lightly touches the hickeys and scabby bite marks. Tracing them like they’re art, rather than wounds. Kinky lil’ tattoos, courtesy of my kinky emo boyfriend. I rub together my legs to distract from how warm my body’s starting to feel under his touch. Trying to control my breathing is going poorly, so I dunno how much this will help contain me.

When Seb notices what’s going on, he shoots me a knowing grin. “You alright?”

I nod, not wanting my voice to betray me if I try to speak.

He dips down, nuzzling into my neck as he puts more pressure around my tit with his right hand. Not kissing, or biting, or anything – simply cozying up. It’s so adorable that it’s gotta be a ploy.

“Yeah? So then, you won’t mind if I just…” he nudges his thigh between both of mine, pushing up into my cunt a bit. I gasp quietly, not having expected that or to feel his bare thigh. I’d noticed that he’d removed his shirt to sleep, but didn’t know Seb was pantsless too until now. He finishes his sentence, lips brushing my tender skin. “...reposition a bit?” I feel him smile wider, gently swaying his thigh against me. “Just wanna get comfortable. Ya know?”

I roll my eyes. “Mhm, yeah.” I breathe, kinda squeakily, out, “Totally.” Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have opened my big dumb mouth.

“What was that?” he teases. My hands, formerly splayed across his chest, are now balled into fists. I shake my head, as if to say “nothing.”

“Use your words, princess.” Mmmm my kryptonite. “What’s wrong?” He starts trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder.

“You know what, dummy…”

Chuckling against me, his top hand begins traveling down my side, the other coming up to tuck between my cheek and the pillow. He grips my hip and says, “Sorry. Just wanna make you feel good, is all.” So, so innocent… until his palm travels to the front of my body. “Love watching my baby squirm.” As the words leave his mouth, I shudder out a breath, and he carefully traces a fingertip along my folds.

“Seb~” I whine, wrapping my arms around his neck. Shifting my body to follow his touch. Doing exactly what he apparently loves to see me do.

How can he be such a little shit while still treating me so gently? His movements right now are so comforting, so lazy, and yet my weak fangirl heart feels like it’s gonna beat right out of me.

“Love hearing those moans…” Seb mutters. Then, he adds, “Your voice is so beautiful.” He untucks the hand that’s not pleasuring me to move some wet hair from my shoulder, then props it under my chin. His thumb grazes my lower lip, I shyly plant a kiss on it, and he smiles. “S’this okay?”

“Yeah,” I sigh into a mewl. “Mmmfuck… do you wanna… like…” Another moan slips, forcing me to cut myself off.

The soft, loving grin on his face widens as he bares his teeth. He’s a smart boy. He gets the jist. “You sure you can, after last night?”

Brows upturned, I nod. “Please, Sebby.” That nickname rolls off my tongue so much more easily, now. I’m starting to dig it.

Last night, Sebastian wanted to break me – god that was so sexy – and that’s exactly what he did. I guess today his plan is to piece me back together.

Leaning in, he kisses me slowly and tenderly. Clearly not in a rush for anything. Just in the mood to take his time, experiencing me as much as he can. Doesn’t even make fun of me for letting another “Sebby” slip.

Now that I think about it, none of our sex has been deliberately gentle, or cute, or anything of the sort. I fucking love that he’s not afraid to be so feral with me, and he has been since day one. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to experience… Yoba, this is gonna sound so corny. ~Making love~ with him.

As Seb graces my mouth with his tongue, he uncovers the blanket from us and lowers his boxers. Unable to resist, I reach for the gold.

“How do you want me?” I ask against his kisses. Simultaneously, I lightly wrap around and stroke Seb’s length. His shaky breath tickles my lips, forcing them into a grin.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Turn around?”

I follow his order, flipping to lay on my left side, so that I’m now facing the room. Once I’m situated comfortably, I tilt my head so I can see his face, stretching my neck to brush my nose against his.

Seb slides his member between my thighs as he clasps a large hand around my cheek and grins into another delicate kiss. Thankfully, his markings aren’t too sore for this to be able to happen. It stings a tiny bit, but it’s nothing unbearable. Adds some adrenaline to the mix, if anything.

His cock grazes my labia ever so slightly, while the rest of it is swallowed up by the supple skin of my legs. Warming himself up, but leaving me wanting more.

“You suck,” I pull away a centimeter or so to giggle.

His response is to laugh lowly, evilly, and bring me back into him. Our kisses grow more needy, more desperate, as he fucking pre-games or whatever.

“Shit,” Seb growls, forehead pressed to mine; nose nuzzling against my own. “Why haven’t I tried this sooner?” he wonders aloud.

I reach down, softly repositioning him. Giving my clit the broader contact it’s been yearning for. Mmmm. This feels much better.

“Dunno,” I breathe out, relieved, and swallow a moan. “But it’s killing me,” I mewl. I keep my hand below us, to ensure his dick stays at this angle. “Fuck, please put it in?” I ask, whimpering. Starving. “Please?”

Seb chuckles again, and puts his hand atop mine. Pressing himself up a little harder. Pulling his hips back a little further, teasing my entrance, then totally bypassing it as he pushes forward in favor of my skin again. I swear to Yoba and all that is holy, the antsy groan that escapes me as I mush my face into the pillow comes from my fucking soul, dude.

Finally, against my right ear, Sebastian gives me permission to take matters into my own hands. “Go ahead, baby.” He takes the lobe between his teeth, barely grazing the cartilage. Raises goosebumps on my skin.

I slink my hand further underneath us and cup the underside of Seb’s absurdly large cock in my palm, while he sleepily trails kisses along the side of my neck that’s exposed to him. As he’s finally pushed inside, he bites down where my collar and shoulder meet. Not nearly as hard as he’d bitten me last night — this one’s purpose seems to be self-soothing — but it’s enough to heighten my senses just a tad.

“Fuuh~” I sigh out the half-curse.

Feeling too close to the brink already, I bite my lip, not caring that I’m probably undoing any progress Seb’s bite was making towards healing. Gotta distract myself… want this to last. For fuck’s sake, his pleasured sighs and quiet curses in my ear aren’t helping. The dude’s voice alone could probably get me off if he tried hard enough.

Each rock of his hips makes me increasingly heady. Havin’ me see stars without needing to pound me as hard and fast as he usually does. I sense eyes on me, and shift my vision barely over my right shoulder, meeting my boyfriend’s hungry, ambiguously indigo gaze through my own fluttering lashes.

Something about the way he’s looking at me – as if I’m the sexiest but also most valuable thing in the fucking world to him – is fucking me up. Fucking with me just as much as he usually does with dirty words, and all the cool shit he typically does to manipulate my body, and whatever.

“Seb…”

I nudge his nose with mine, eyes trailing from his dark irises, to his barely birth-marked skin, and down to his perfect lips. Seb takes the hint, locking his mouth onto my own. His hand, which was on my hip for leverage, travels to my thigh and tucks into it. He lifts that leg, slightly shifting me into a new angle, before thrusting into me with a particularly harsh snap.

“Oh, fuck!” I moan. Wasn’t expecting that kinda force, good god. “Holy shit,” I… clarify? Comes out as more of a laugh than anything. “T-this is nice.”

“Yeah?” His speed picks up, wringing more whines from my throat. “Didn’t wanna ruin all that cute shit, fuck,” he cuts himself off with a groan. Continuing, he growls, “but I couldn’t resist. Your pussy feels too good.”

“Shit, well sor– ohmyfuckinggod – Sorry for foiling your plans.”

“Should be,” he teases.

Clearly he’s woken up a bit now, ‘cause he seems just as riled up as ever. He twists to lay on his back and lifts me – seriously, how the hell do those slender computer goblin arms handle my weight so easily? – holding me atop him. I squeak as I scramble for somewhere to lay my hands flat. I settle for Seb’s body.

“Is– is this okay?” I heave. Worried I’ll break his ribs or something.

“Mhm,” he hums calmly.

My knees are together between his, and my heels are on the bed, as I try to figure out how to balance this. I’m in some sorta pseudo-crab position. Reverse cowgirl, but make it complicated. Before I can reach a solution, Seb spreads his legs further and begins pulsing up into me.

Oh.

This is good.

This is very new and SO good.

My head tilts back as I close my eyes, focusing on just how frickin’ deep Seb’s hitting. How thick he is. How hot it is that he can just position me however he wants and make it work somehow. How, as much as I adored the cute shit before, he can have me absolutely fucking zooted out in seconds with his dick.

Despite the soreness in my abs from holding myself up in a way I’m not used to, I don’t dare try to change things up again. Feels too good. No more than a minute later, a familiar tingling, heated sensation in my lower stomach washes over me.

“Mm’gonna, oh fuck—” I cry out, incoherently trying to warn Seb that I’m about to explode. He slams into me, keeping pace, hell bent on making me cum. “Fuuuck holy fucking shit Seb oh my fucking god!”

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. There was definitely an “I love you” in there, but god. I don’t think my body knows how to handle this. I’m being fucked stupid. No, braindead. Death by Sebastian Byrne’s penis. He blissfully hums below me as I tighten around him.

Vision hazy on the comedown, I lay back onto Seb’s chest and angle my neck so that I can see him. He tells me how good I feel, and I try to drop an Uno Reverse on him with a “No, you,” but it comes out raspy and quiet. Was I screaming that loud? I feel my cheeks tingle at the possibility.

Noticing that Seb didn’t get to finish yet as I rehab my only braincell, I think back to a few minutes ago, when he fucked my thighs. He really liked that. Was super sexy. Plus, it was kinda fun… fuck it.

“D-do you wanna do that thigh thing again?”

Aside from my voice failing me for a second time, I felt a little shy while I was asking, so it comes out meek. I nudge myself a bit to hide my face in his neck while a chuckle rumbles below me.

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah…” I nod into the crevice.

“Yes,” he seems to half-answer, and half-cheer to himself. He’s so fucking cute oh my god. Before I know it, I’m right back in the same position we were in earlier. This time though, I twist my upper body to face more at the ceiling than the room, in hopes to prevent a stiff neck.

“You don’t wanna try this, like, standing or something?” I whisper against his jaw, lightly nipping at it as he slides between my legs once again.

After a shaky exhale, he answers, “That’s for another time,” before stealing my lips into a kiss. He’s not positioned as high as he was before, so I’m not getting any stimulation from this, but holy shit I wish I was. Seb mewls into my lips, and I accidentally echo it, hazy with lust.

“Oh yeah?” he teases.

“Sorry.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he commands, biting my lip softly. Oh. “Don’t apologize for being so fucking sexy, (y/n).”

I rub my thighs together a bit, releasing any embarrassment that’s bubbling in me from all the compliments he’s giving me today, and Seb lets out a throaty moan into my mouth. His grip on my hip tightens, and he mumbles into my grin, “Hoooly shit, keep doing that.”

I flex my muscles around him, hoping to add more pressure, and continue the subtle movements. Seb’s head dips to my neck, where he licks a strip from the base to my jawline, completing the action with a nibble. His other hand, which I’m assuming was laid under his head or something before, makes its way into my hair and he lightly tugs. Tugging noises out of me. He lets out a broken laugh against my skin, interrupted by his own strained breathing.

Seb releases his grip to leave comforting rubs against my scalp. “Do me a favor, baby?”

“Hm?”

“Touch yourself.”

My eyes widen as I look back at Seb. Feels different being told to touch myself, versus simply doing it on my own accord while I’m blissfully distracted by him fucking me… Sensing my hesitation, Seb entices me by positioning his dick further up, so that it’s perfectly slotted between my slickened lips. I whimper at the contact, the slight bump of his tip giving it some extra oomph, and before I know it, he’s lowered into my legs again.

Eyes still locked into his, I move my shaky fingers to my slit, spreading the lips open a tad – don’t have easy access, with my thighs pressed around him like this – and I strum away. I lower my gaze, but it doesn’t last long.

“Eyes up here, darling,” Seb whispers to grab my attention back.

I shudder a breath into his barely-open mouth, just an inch or two from mine, and quicken my pace to match his thrusts. His hand slinks away from my hip, and I don’t think much of it, until I feel it stop on top of my own. I falter, and can tell by the crinkle in Seb’s eyes and the devious look on his features that he’s got a smug grin just barely out of sight.

“Keep going,” he gently commands. When I comply, he praises me, and slowly but surely takes control over my fingers. “There y’go, baby.”

“Mmn…” I press a kiss to Seb’s perfect, ever-so-slightly-chapped lips while losing myself in both of our touches. After a few swipes of my tongue against his, I pull away to whine his name, shut my eyes, and press my forehead to his.

“You really love when I take control, don’t you?” he teases. I nod, eyes still shut, feeling face and neck and shoulders redden. “S’like you were made just for me….”

“Such perfect thighs,” he mutters, picking up the pace of our digits and his pumps against my skin.

“Perfect lil’ hands,” he chuckles, tightening his hold on me. Engulfing my calloused farmer hand in his softer one.

“Don’t even get me started on your lips,” he strains up against mine before kissing them again.

“Seb,” I giggle. I kiss him again, then ask, “Ah~, w-what’s with all the praise today?”

He shushes me and kisses me harder, laughing through it. Mashing our teeth a little. “Just lemme love you, damnit.” He sucks my tongue between his lips, drawing a whine from my throat. “Such a nice tongue…”

“My tongue too?!” I snort, brows upturned as I shut myself up with another hum.

“If only you could feel the shit you do with it.” He winks.

“Sebastian,” I accidentally moan. Was mostly trying to say his name to stop the schmoozy rambling…

“And suuuch a perfect pussy,” he shudders, taking the hand that was previously against my head and using it to slide right back inside of me.

My eyes roll back as he pumps into me — not much faster than he did into my thighs, but definitely with more force. “Oh good god.” This is a welcomed surprise, for sure. Without realizing it, I take more control over my hand, rubbing my bud faster beneath Seb’s touch.

“That’s it baby, just like that. Don’t stop ‘til you cum, alright?”

I desperately hum my assurance, drinking in his honied words, his sounds, his everything. “M’gonna cum, holy fuck Seb.”

“Fuck, me too.”

Seb pants into my ear, removing his hand from its spot on top of mine and cupping it around my ass with a harsh squeeze. Using it to ground himself for just a little longer.

“Wanna cum with you so bad,” he groans, digging his nails into my skin. “Come on baby, I wanna feel you cum on me while I fill you up, ‘kay?”

And just like that, I fucking snap. I nod my response and squeeze my watering eyes shut, feeling him harden and twitch and spurt inside of my tightening cunt. My ears are ringing, but I can still hear his hoarse groans in them as we finish up.

Seb wraps an arm around me, softly rocking his hips. Milking every last drop that he can. Overstimulating the everliving shit outta me. I shiver as I dip my head to his forearm and pepper him with kisses. His chest heaves in tandem with mine as I inquire, “How the fuck do you last so long?”

Still inside me, he settles into a cuddle. “Sheer willpower,” I feel him grin onto my shoulder before giving it a little smooch. “Wanna take care of you first, ya know?”

“You don’t have to.” I close my eyes again, blissfully sighing as I relax against him. “Not that I’m complaining, but…”

He laughs. “I get off on getting you off. Thought that was obvious enough by now.”

“So ya think I’m dumb, huh?”

“Didn’t say that,” he cheekily grunts.

“Naive, then.”

“Yeah, that’s more like it.”

“Fuck you. I’m very, uh… Not that.” The fuck is the opposite of naive? Can’t be un-naive. That doesn’t sound like a thing. I bite Seb’s arm lightly in retaliation. It’s salty from his sweat. Blegh.

“Really got me there, kid.” Ugh. “I’m gonna take a shower, if that’s cool with you.”

I nod and slip him out of me before standing on wobbly legs. Seb grabby-hands towards me with a pout, and I roll my eyes and giggle while helping him up.

“You wanna try making a pie with me, when you’re outta there?” I ask as I use my discarded shower towel to clean myself up a bit.

“Hell yeah. What kind?”

“Blueberry, maybe blueberry cream. Dunno yet.”

“Cream pie, huh?” I deadpan Sebastian, and am met with one of those stupid eyebrow waggles of his.

“Fuck outta here, you.” As I answer, I walk to the table and pop another in my mouth. Yoba, these are so good. I offer one to Seb with an outstretched arm and he takes it with his mouth, nibbling my fingers just a little. He steals a kiss on my knuckles, and then my mouth, before turning the corner to go get himself ready.

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 12*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Phone sex. *audience claps*

Author’s Note: It's our first NSFW chapter ψ(｀∇´)ψ !!! Enjoy and take care x

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When we’re back in Pelican Town, Seb makes a pit stop at his house to grab my stuff for me, and then drops me off at the farm. I take a mental note to account for his bike — or people’s cars, too, I guess — when I plan my paths a little better. A small driveway might be a good idea.

The moment I’m through the door, I toss my bag, my hoodie and my pants onto the bed. I then pick up Cannoli, peppering his precious wittle head with a bunch of wittle baby kisses, while doing a happy wittle dance. So much has happened in the past two days, and I’m pretty hyped about it. Was never one for too slow of a burn in relationships... Granted, Seb and I aren’t in a relationship. But, like. You know.

I head to the kitchen for some water, plopping Cannoli down on the counter and turning on the faucet for him. Little man prefers to drink from there, which is annoying for obvious reasons, but I let him have it sometimes. As a treat. After chugging that shit, he hops off the counter and waltzes over to his bed.

I zone out, staring into the void while sitting on the countertop. I slowly sip at my drink, replaying the past few hours in my head. God, I got cock-blocked so hard. Which is fine, baby steps and all, but like, god. Seb truly has no business being so hot.

When I snap back to reality, I think back to his dumb little comment: “Think of me while you take care of yourself tonight, yeah?” Those words echoing in my mind alone is enough to make me shudder. You know, it’s only fair that I fulfill his request…

I look around, feeling silly about doing this right in my kitchen rather than under the blankets or in the shower like I’m used to. Lack of privacy as a teenager led to me having to be sneaky about any sexual endeavors, and then I was able to hear my neighbors so loudly in my apartment that I wound up keeping the tradition going. Obviously they couldn’t see me, but it made me feel safer.

Here, I really don’t have to worry about anyone — the farm is so secluded from civilization anyway.

My dominant hand strays down into my panties, which are damp as fuck from today’s events. I take advantage of the residual slickness to toy with my clit, not wasting any time to locate just the right spot.

I reminisce of Seb’s hands on my ass, his tongue on my neck, his hands on my neck. I lose myself in thoughts of what else he could use his hands and tongue for, picking up my pace, when suddenly my phone vibrates beside me. Scares the shit out of me.

Seb’s name is lit up, and I internally debate making him wait til I’m done for a reply. Then again, I could have some fun with this…

Sebastian > how are you holding up?

Hm.

I hold my phone out in front of me and spread my legs a little more, my other hand still lingering in my panties.

Tap.

< [IMG 00658]

< pretty good, i guess

Sebastian > (y/n)

< hm?

Sebastian > (y/n).

< what’s up?

Sebastian > (y/n) i swear to yoba…

< should i not have sent that?

Sebastian > oh no, you definitely should have

Sebastian > caught me by surprise

< i just thought you would want proof that i can follow directions 😌

Sebastian > that’s my good girl

I moan at the stimulation combined with his spicy name for me. I don’t think he’s even trying to sext, and yet that phrase is what’s going to push me over the edge? Hell no. I stop what I’m doing below me and give myself a water break.

< god, stop calling me that

Sebastian > don’t like it?

< oh no, i do

< too mcuh

Sebastian > wow, so much that you forget how to spell?

< fuck off

Sebastian > never. hold on a sec

I shrug, set my phone down and twist around a bit to pop my back. I pick my cell back up and oh my god he sent me a photo—

I scramble to type in my passcode, and when it unlocks, I’m met with something glorious: Seb, leaning back in what I’m assuming is the chair by his computer, palming his cock through his pants. The harsh blue light coming from his screen provides just enough contrast for me to see a lengthy shadow where his hand isn’t covering.

I guess we’re doing this together then? I shrug, smile, and resume my activities.

< wow

< impressive

Sebastian > thanks, grew it myself

Sebastian > can i call you?

< 👀 ok

My phone almost immediately rings. Homie’s wasting no time.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I do my best to sound casual. Ya know, as if I’m not jerking off right now. Comes out too breathy though.

“You having fun over there?” he taunts.

I halt my hand. “I mean… yeah.” I shyly reply.

“You sound nervous, (y/l/n). Hard to believe you initiated.”

“Sue me.”

“No thanks, too much work.”

“And you aren’t?”

“Ouch!” Seb laughs.

I can hear him typing in the background — oof, that keyboard sounds nice, it’s gotta be a custom build. Are those jelly pink switches? I wonder what keycaps he uses… I’ll have to ask him if I can inspect that sometime. Y’know, when I’m not getting off to him.

Shit, wait. He must be working on the freelance shit he didn’t get done during the day. That’s kind of my bad… I guess that picture he sent was just a tease, maybe?

“Am I distracting you from your work?” I ask genuinely.

“I can multitask.”

“If you say so,” I shrug.

“So, are you still, uh,” he pauses for a moment, “you know…?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, that fast?”

“No, I just took a break.”

“Oh, good!” he hums menacingly. “Break’s over.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter? Back to work,” he commands.

“Oh… ok.” I’m in shock, but oh my fucking Yoba above am I turned on too. I’ve never had phone sex, and I didn’t expect to pop that cherry tonight.

“Wow, that easy, huh?”

“What is?” I respond, a bit more… moany than I wanted to.

“Shit,” he chuckles under his breath at my, uh, reactions. “Getting you to follow orders.”

“Is it a bad thing?”

“Not at all, it’s quite fun actually.”

I swallow back a whine then sass to him, “Glad I’m so entertaining to you.”

He sighs. “It’s really fucking hot, (y/n).”

His voice alone has me flustered sometimes, but hearing him say things like that… oof. His compliment gets a big moan out of me, and dominoes into a chuckle from him.

“God, that’s my new favorite noise,” he coos. “So are you really just obedient under pressure, or do you enjoy doing what I say?”

“I like it.”

“Good, then go a little faster for me, okay? I want to hear everything.”

“‘Kay…” I mumble, doing just that.

There’s absolutely no friction between my hand and my crotch, which is making the lewdest of sounds. My breathing is becoming more audible at this point, which makes me feel a little shy, but I ignore it and truck on. He hums approvingly. Seductively, even. Ugh.

My mind wanders, imagination running free now that I have a sexy voice chaperoning me. I start by thinking of Seb’s hand where mine is…

Oooh, nope, hold that thought.

My hand is doing this, but with his hand over it.

He’s forcing me to keep going by guiding my fingers. My thumb shakes against his while we rub my clit together. He gently glides the knuckles of my middle and ring fingers, pulsing them in and out of my cunt. My ass is pressed against his arousal as he sits behind me, watching me fuck myself in his lap. He used his long legs to keep mine pried open. Whispering sweet nothings into my ear…

“Good girl,” he praises on cue, in a tone I’ve never heard before. His voice is dripping with lust, even more than it was while I was straddling him on that log earlier.

I could cum just from that but I hold back, eager to see if he has anything in store for me.

“Fuuuck Sebastian, why do I like that so much?”

“Daddy issues or something.” Ugh, he’s probably right. I’ll be damned if I ever admit it though.

“You suck.”

“Oh, okay. Stop what you’re doing then.”

“Make me, nerd,” I stubbornly respond, albeit while slowing down.

“Given how composed you suddenly sound, I think I just did.”

Am I that easy to perceive? I roll my eyes and do things my own way again, totally about to lie. “You thought wrong,” I respond in a sing-songy tone.

“I’ll give you a pass this time,” he sighs. “What’re you thinking of?”

“You,” I shakily laugh.

This gets him to stop typing. I hear him shift in his seat, a smile shining through in his voice. “Imagining anything in particular?”

“Well, yeah, but…” He hums. I admit to him, “I’ve never really done something like this before.”

“What, masturbated?!”

“Yoba, no, I’ve done that plenty,” I laugh. “I’ve never done it while talking to someone like this, though.”

“Oookay, okay...” There’s an evil glint in his tone. “I’ll keep walking you through it then, yeah?”

“O-okay,” I mumble, a little nervous. After that sick little fantasy a second ago, I’m worried about how quickly I’ll let loose with him giving me a personalized tutorial.

“You’re still wearing that shirt, right?”

“Mhm,” I hum, no longer moving my hand at all. Saving my energy.

“Take it off.”

“Why?” I ask. It’s not like he can see anything.

“The thought of you undressing for me is sexy as fuck, (y/n).” Mother of god that was so blunt.

“Oh, cool, sure…” I meekly reply as I put my phone on speaker. I place it down next to me and remove my top, the chilly night air through the window to my right stiffening my nipples just about immediately. “Now what?”

“Get back to it, maggot.”

We both giggle. My cornball ass flashes back to when he called me that during the Egg Festival — the first day we started producing any overt sexual tension with one another, awww — but my own laugh quickly morphs into a pleasured hum.

The shuffling of clothes on the other end of the phone sends chills through me. I try to imagine what he looks like right now, leaned back the same way he was in that picture, but with nothing in my way this time.

Yoba, he probably looks so hot masturbating.

I don’t respond, but still obey his order, suddenly feeling self-conscious about how new of an experience this is. I trace lazy circles onto my clit and reach up to play around with my breasts in my other hand. My mind drifts to my kinky little fantasy. This time around, he’s guiding both of my hands.

“You’re awfully quiet, everything ok?”

“Yeah,” I moan. “I’m fine. Just nervous, I guess.”

Seb chuckles, “I can leave you alone if you want.”

“Fuck,” I mewl quietly to myself as I quicken my pace, before responding, “No, please stay.”

Letting out a deep and shaky breath, he responds, “God, you sound so hot right now.”

“Thanks,” I shyly reply, and he fucking laughs.

“So polite,” he teases. “Relax, baby." Holy fuck. "Just close your eyes and just imagine me doing all that work for you, okay?” he mutters softly.

Holy shit, he’s gotta be an actual fucking mind reader! Are you kidding!?

Or, that’s just a common fantasy to have, I guess… as Seb said, (y/n), relax.

He continues giving me instructions: tells me what paces to go, whether to rock my hips or be still, when to remove my fingers from my pussy and do something else with them.

I nearly fucking died as he said, with his own trembling voice as he touches himself on the other end, to lick myself clean. I never thought I could feel as vulnerable or turned on as I did while listening to him moan to the mental image and sound of me humming around my own fucking hand. At least until he told me how much he wished that was his dick instead.

That shit made me feel so embarrassed, but even more so powerful.

As we both settle into our own states of pleasure, silence washes over us. But soon, Seb sighs, almost sounding like he pities me.

“I really let you down earlier, didn’t I? I should be the one making you feel that good.”

“No, fuck, you were perfect, don’t worry about it”

Possessiveness from Seb is hot, which I jot down a mental note of. Too hot.

I feel like such a little freak. Everything he’s doing to me seems so effortless. Just his voice and soft demands and heady moans are enough to totally wreck me.

Since he’s stopped (affectionately) bossing me around, I try to imagine we’re in the same room, now. I'm here, and he’s, I dunno, next to me? Not many seating options in the kitchen yet.

Oh, I got it!

He’s standing in front of me, one arm caging me in place while the other pumps his cock, less than a few inches away from my core. We’re each chasing our own orgasms to the sight of each other...

Shit, the noises he’s making over the phone are working wonders for immersion.

Strumming myself more frantically and now focusing solely on my clit, I picture him matching my speed. Looking at me through hooded lids, as he silently urges me to keep my eyes trained on his. Mumbling the same self-soothing swears he’s voicing over the speaker in real time…

Shit. Too hot. Shitshitshitshitshit-

“Seb,” I whimper, “I’m really close.”

“Aaahah~,” he chuckles deliriously from his own pleasure. “Cum for me, (y/n),” he growls out of a deep moan.

Never having heard something sexier than that in my entire fucking life, I come undone for him almost immediately. I’ve never came so hard that I saw stars, either, yet here I am; losing my goddamn mind, body, and soul over this stupid sexy emo guy that lives up the road. His name spills out from my lips as I reach my free hand down to the counter, freeing my boob, and gripping the poor surface with all my might.

I hear Seb humming satisfactorily in the background. A soft, gritty “fuck” in between some heavy breaths tells me he just finished with me.

Yoba, that's so hot.

I lay limp for a second to cool down. Feeling bratty, I act accordingly before he can initiate any conversation himself.

“I kinda expected you to be the type to be all like,” I lower my voice to (poorly) imitate him, “‘You’re only allowed to cum when I decide you can, slut.’ Like, one of those super-dommy-daddy fanfiction motherfuckers.”

I can’t help but notice how out of breath I am from this experience as I speak, he better not point it out. I’m already having some embarrassed post-nut clarity without any taunting.

“Fucking hell, (y/n), is that what you think of me?” Seb laughs. Goooood, he’s breathy too.

“No,” I giggle, “not entirely at least.”

“Well,” I hear him reposition himself as his chair squeaks a bit under his weight. “Given you just admitted to being somewhat of a fanfiction connoisseur,” he keeps talking as I groan, annoyed by his absolutely correct observation, “do you want me to be like that?”

I think for a moment, “It would be nice if you just sort of… you know, did whatever you wanted to me. Not necessarily like that, but, like,” I trail off, shrugging as if he can see it, like a dumbass. “I dunno. Just like, control me or whatever.”

“Yoba, you naughty bastard.”

I take the phone off speaker, holding it back up to my ear while using a napkin and some water to wipe my wetness away.

Ignoring his comment, I ask, “So… how’s that module going?”

He scoffs out a laugh on the other end. “Eh, I got a little distracted from it.”

“You called me,” I defend teasingly, hopping down from the counter to stretch. I lean my elbows on it in front of me, ducking my head down to rest atop my arms.

“I know, it’s fine. I have coffee to keep me going for the night.”

“Remember to take breaks.”

“Don’t you worry about me. You’re the one who needs rest, I think.”

“You don’t know that.” I squat in front of the fridge, seeking out a bedtime snack. “I can stay up with you if you think it would help,” I bashfully offer.

“You’re sweet,” he chuckles, “but I’ll be ok. Shouldn’t take too long, anyway.”

“Whatever, loser.”

I sit down on the ground with a bag of baby carrots, dipping ‘em in hummus and snacking as Seb and I converse some more. Normally I struggle to hold dialogue for too long, but with him, everything feels so natural. Like, we just comasturbated over a phone call, and now we’re shooting the shit while he does his work, no weird things attached. This is so fucking cool.

What feels like a few minutes passed, but when I look at the clock I notice over an hour has gone by.

“It’s way past my bedtime,” I acknowledge. “You’re on your own, kid.”

He scoffs a mumbled “kid” before adding, “Dream of me.”

“Screw you.”

“With due time, young grasshopper.”

I roll my eyes, but can’t help the laugh that comes out of me. “Goodnight, fucker.”

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 15*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You finally meet Leah!! Also, IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME. (picture some fireworks, maybe some sick guitar riff blaring, party streamers, maybe some confetti...)

Author’s Note: Word count go BRRRRRRRRRR. (almost 7k!!!)

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I finally finished the farm’s “blueprints,” after several weeks of trying and failing to get ‘em done. Didn’t get to try growing those parsnips — definitely will next spring — but I can at least get some corn or something to experiment with. Probably gonna be a lot of trial and error, with the severe lack of farming experience that I have. I just have to clear a few more trees before I feel confident that debris won’t fall onto and ruin the crops.

It’s still early in the day, and I really don’t want to get back to chopping yet. I could just hire Robin to give me a hand with that, no? I’m sure if I let her keep the wood, she’d help. Maybe.

Either way, I’m gonna procrastinate by going exploring today.

I’ve only ever been up to the mountains and into the main parts of town, so I have no idea what the woods past Marnie’s ranch are like other than the path that led us all to the Flower Dance.

After gearing up accordingly, I trek south, ready for adventure... or something. I doubt it’ll be that eventful, but let me dream, damnit!

Once I pass Marnie’s farm, I notice another home hidden between some trees and bushes. It’s a cute, small cabin, just like the ones you see in fairy tales. There’s a small vegetable garden next to it, and a basket of berries sitting near the river just ahead, alongside a sketchpad and a blanket. Those look like the type of fruits that can be found around the town — whoever lives there must’ve foraged them themself. I’m super curious about its resident(s), but don’t wanna be a creep by waiting around until they come back.

I weave my way through the trees to the right of the river, and spot a tower atop the hill. Despite its immense height, it’s well hidden by the foliage of the area.

It’s got medieval vibes, and it’s kinda creepy, but in the best way. It’s made of mossy stone, covered in vines and cracks that indicate old age, and there are some tiny white flowers growing through the crevices. I’m too much of a baby to go investigate that alone, at least for now… but something feels familiar about it. I have to quite literally urge my body in the opposite direction, to avoid making a beeline into possible danger.

Walking further south, I find out that this whole area is placed on the edge of the cliff. Below it is a long-unused beach, unfortunately covered in littered garbage. I wonder if it connects to the community beach… kinda hard to tell from up here. Maybe I’ll clean it up a bit if I can figure out how to get down there. I plop myself at the edge of the land, opting to take a small water break and bask in the scenery.

God it is so fucking hot outside.

I peer around, and the only other noticeable features near me are an abandoned yellow house, and a real chunky tanuki, minding his own business by the entrance to the sewers. Fucking hell, I’ve never seen one of those around here.

We lock eyes, and although I should be scared, I give the big guy a smile. Animals are friends. If I die being mauled by a tanuki, I guess that’s ok. There are worse ways to go, right?

Fortunately, he doesn’t approach me. He simply goes back to munching on whatever he’s holding. I squint to get a better look — Is that… a whole platter of pepper poppers? I understand that it coulda been rummaged from a garbage, but like, how did he find a plate?

He’s looking off to the Gem Sea, content as ever, so I mirror his actions, my gaze eventually trailing up to the clouds. Nothing dark, which is a change of pace from the weather lately, but it’s no clear skies either.

I didn’t take my phone with me, in an attempt to ~be one with nature~ or whatever, but I forgot how bored I get with my own thoughts. At least when I wasn’t on meds for my mental health, I'd had something going on in this thick skull of mine. Usually sad, because obviously, but still. Blah blah blah, rather feel pain than not feel anything, etcetera.

As if Yoba themself heard my subconscious complaints, I hear a small “hello?” coming from behind me. When I turn around, I see no other than the friggin’ goddess Leah herself. She’s so fucking pretty. Her cropped tee fits her just right, and her overalls and boots just look so natural on her… like she belongs in some cute farmwear of sorts.

Oh my god, please stay cool, (y/n).

I shake my head a bit once I realized I zoned out on her — the faint blush, lopsided smile, and furrowed brows being an indicator that she caught me simping — before shyly waving back to her.

“Leah, right?”

“Mhm,” she proudly hums. “It’s about time we had a chance to properly meet!”

Her voice is like honey: thick and smooth and soothing, yet with a light rasp, as though her words are being crystallized by her vocal chords.

“I’ve been meaning to say hi, but never really had the chance,” I admit, sheepishly rubbing the back of my neck.

Once she’s closer, I pat the ground next to me with a subtle eyebrow wiggle, hoping my invitation to hang around is clear. She grins and obliges, placing the basket of herbs she was holding on the dirt beside her.

“No worries. I’m sure taking over that old farm has been pretty hectic for you.”

“Tell me about it,” I groan. “I’ve been working so hard, yet I’ve barely scratched the surface of what needs to be done.”

“God, I feel that.”

“Oh yeah? What do you do?”

“I’m an artist,” Leah responds. She almost looks embarrassed to say it. “Not a successful one, but I’m scraping by.”

“That’s sick, though! I’d love to see your stuff.”

“It has its perks, but ‘starving artists’ are the stereotype for a reason,” she says, shrugging. After a beat she goes, “Y-you wanna come take a look at some of my work? My house isn’t far. I’m sure you passed it on the way down here.”

“Hell yeah, let’s do it!” I think to myself how obvious it is now that the super aesthetic cottage I’d passed is hers. It’s so fitting for her. While getting up, I spot the tanuki from the corner of my eye. “Do you know what’s up with that fella over there?”

“Oh, he is great.” Her eyes sparkle as she continues, “I came across him while foraging last spring, when I first got here. He was still small, so I practically raised him from then on, with Marnie’s help of course. You probably know how she gets with animals.”

I nod when she looks to me for confirmation. I’ve been hearing a faint sound of something tumbling along the ground since we started walking, and I just noticed now that it was a stone Leah’s been kicking along.

“He’s a friendly lad,” Leah beams, “I named him Tony! Tony the Trash Bear.”

I laugh at the name, “I get the trash bear part, but why Tony?”

She shrugs. “I just think he looks like a Tony. Doesn’t he look like a Tony?”

Eyeballing him, I see exactly what she means. “Totally looks like a Tony.”

“Thank you!” She rolls her eyes, “My friend Elliot thought he looked more like a Remington.”

“That’s so… proper.”

“Too proper.”

“Far too proper... But, a good middle name, maybe?”

Leah beams. “Oh my god, you’re so right!”

She surely seems strong and confident, but has a clear softer and more nerdy – maybe even nervous? – side that’s absolutely adorable to discover. I wonder if she’s just like this with strangers. Maybe some more self-assurance comes once she gets to know a person. Or, maybe she’s just great at presenting herself to be a fearless, rustic queen. Maybe I’ll find out the truth someday…

For fuck’s sake. I sound like an alien trying to discover how humans work for the first time.

Getting to Leah’s house from our spot took less time than I’d expected, being that she guided me through a bit of a shortcut I hadn’t noticed earlier: A bunch of wooden platforms strung across the small islands within the river, supposedly put there by Robin. When we arrive at the destination, Leah scoops up the berries, book and blanket in her front yard, bringing them indoors with us.

Upon stepping inside her abode, I’m wafted with the scent of freshly cut timber, and what smells like a soup. God, I’m hungry.

There’s crumpled papers and splatters of various colored paints littering the wooden floorboards, and her walls are lined with both finished and unfinished paintings. Off-centered to the west side of the room is a wooden figure of sorts that stands about as tall as Leah is. The whole place is exactly how you’d expect an artist in the middle of a forest’s cottage to look.

“Sorry about the mess,” she apologizes, “It’s hard to keep a studio tidy when it’s this small.”

“Don’t worry about it! It’s cozy in here.”

I want to ask what she’s cooking, but don’t want to intrude too much — luckily, she heads to the right, waving me to follow along into the small kitchen. Leah turns on the sink to rinse dirt off the herbs she had with her, opens a slow cooker, and begins plucking, ripping and crumbling some leaves into the mixture below her.

“My mom mailed me her old Crock Pot the other day, and it is so rad. Have you ever used one of these things?”

I nod eagerly. “I miss having mine so much. I sold it before coming here so I’d have less transport, but when I was in Zuzu, I’d leave it running while I was at work almost every day.”

“It’s so good for that sort of thing!” she replies. Such a mundane adult topic, being hyped over kitchen appliances… but she’s gleaming with an infectious, childlike excitement. “I didn’t realize you were from the city too. I moved here from there about…” she thinks for a short moment, before it dawns on her, “A year ago this month, actually!”

“Oh, seriously? Which area?”

She grinds some black pepper in as she answers, “My ex and I rented a place together Uptown. It was a bit too bustling for me, but she was covering most of our rent, so I shouldn’t complain.”

“No, I totally get you. My office was there, it felt like a fucking war zone coming and going.” I roll my eyes as she knowingly chuckles.

We continue to reminisce on our crappy times in the city as Leah adds some new spices to her food and gets started on cleanup. She didn’t always live in the city, having moved there from East Scarp in her late teens for art school. Missed the countryside the whole time she was gone, which makes total sense. I could never see her as a city gal.

Leah grabs a clean spoon from a nearby drawer and dips it into her concoction, giving it a taste. She moans at the flavor, naturally bringing a blush to my face. She still hasn’t looked up, and is dipping her spoon back down for more, so I don’t think she’ll notice it — that is, until I’m met with the spoon coming towards me, and an excited “You absolutely have to try this! Are you allergic to anything?”

I’ve gotten better with people since moving to the valley, but my timid habits still creep through sometimes. The idea of some really cool and pretty lady who I barely know, reaching out to try and feed me, is bringing out those old jitters.

I shyly shake my head “no” and take the spoon from her, hoping she doesn’t mind that I rejected her more… direct approach. Holy moly this stuff is good. I don’t even notice the heat on my cheeks anymore as I melt away alongside the spices, veggies, and legumes in my mouth, accidentally mirroring Leah’s earlier reaction.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she winks, taking back the utensil. I slowly, firmly nod my response.

If she saw me blush, she does me a favor by not commenting on it. I notice some red on her cheeks too, but chalk it up to the heat from standing over the hot stew.

“I’ve been trying to perfect this recipe all week, I think I’ve finally got it down.” I nod in agreement, she lowers the device to a lighter simmer, and she directs me into the other room.

“C’mon, I’ll show ya some of what ya came here for.” Leah carries herself towards the wooden sculpture, giving it a hearty pat when she arrives. “Honestly, I’m in kind of a rut. This is all I’m doing at the moment… It’s not much, but it’s getting there.”

Closing the gap between myself and the sculpture, I reach up a hand and look towards Leah, seeking permission to touch the art. After a sparkly-eyed look of appreciation and nod from her, I run my fingers along the grain, amazed at how smoothly she’s carved each bend in the piece.

The wood’s been stripped in most spots, leaving its age visible to all. The divots and rings within the lumber tell a story as old as time, one that no human can quite understand. I can’t really understand the form she’s carved out either — it’s a bit abstract — but I’m sure there’s more meaning to it than what meets the eye.

“It’s beautiful,” I mutter. Smiling in her direction, I’m met with her gaze, paired by a gigantic grin plastered across her face.

“I’m glad you think so,” she admits, “I was starting to lose hope on this damn thing. My ex was never too supportive of my art, and nobody out here really gets it either, so it’s nice to— shit I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m rambling.” She laughs, but refuses to meet my eyes.

“You could, like, hold an art show or something,” I suggest. “I’m sure the locals would be more supportive if they could see more of your stuff.”

Leah looks at her sculpture, seemingly in thought. “That might not be a bad idea…”

With a little more encouragement, Leah decides to go and talk to Lewis about the concept right away — “Before I chicken out,” she declared. First, she packs up a small tupperware of her stew, and insists I take it.

_________________

I shamelessly whip out a spoon from my kitchen and dig into Leah’s cooking as soon as I enter my farmhouse. I grab my phone off its charger and take a seat on the bed, right next to Cannoli, who’s sound asleep. I’d planned on scrolling through social media for a bit, still not really being in the mood to be productive.

Fortunately, it seems I’ll be having more exciting plans, as long as I’m not too late!

Sebastian > yo

Sebastian > Victor’s on his way to visit, and we were planning on playing some Solarian Chronicles but Sam isn’t around to be our 3rd

Sebastian > you in?

He sent that over an hour ago. I wouldn’t blame him for not waiting up.

< sorry, just saw that

< what time?

Sebastian > be here at 3ish?

< okヽ(´▽｀)/

I have this binder full of OC’s that I’ve designed over the years. Started it when I was, like, 12, and I’ve kept it going ever since. I dig it out of the box it was in, underneath my bed — it’s just filled with miscellaneous shit that I couldn’t really store anywhere else — hoping I have some for Solarian that aren’t too embarrassing.

I flip through, and pick out one character sheet for each class, just in case. I usually like being a healer, but I don’t want to step on anyone’s toes.

I opt to head out with more than enough time to spare, making up for that by taking the long way to Seb’s house. If I go into town and up past the community center, I’ll have some new scenery to look at instead of the usual forest around me.

When I get to Seb’s, Robin isn’t around, but Maru makes eye contact with me from her lab. She’s a nice girl, but way too smart for easy conversation. I give a quick wave in response to her’s, and escape right down to the basement.

It sounds quiet… too quiet. Maybe that Victor guy isn’t here yet.

I knock, ya know, as one does.

And almost immediately, Seb opens the door and quite literally pulls me inside, prompting a squeak.

After quickly shoving the door shut behind us, he nudges me back against it and hungrily chases after my lips. This is super unexpected, but I happily go along with it. I’d very obviously be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying the hell out of this.

The only noises in the room are our heavy, uneven breathing, and the sound of our lips smacking together. When his tongue swirls around mine, I feel like I could fucking faint. Yoba, I’m already worked up. I take his face in my palms and push back a little, desperately needing oxygen.

“Hi,” I laugh.

“Hey,” he lilts, sounding completely unaffected. That bastard.

We stand there for a sec, our eyes roaming the other’s face as we both catch our breath. I giggle, he smirks, and I throw my belongings onto the couch, not wanting to lose sight of the view. I reach my face back up to his to close the gap once more — the only acceptable time to not be looking at the beautiful man in front of me.

His hands roam down to the outsides of my lower thighs, and he cups and squeezes around them, hinting for me to jump. I oblige, and wrap his legs around his torso while he repositions into a better grip, pressing my back against the door with his whole body.

“Vic’s train doesn’t get here ‘til like 4,” he utters between kisses, “I hope y’don’t mind.”

I smile against him, “Felt greedy for my time, huh?”

“Well,” his lips trail down to my neck. “You’ve been harder to resist with every passing day.” He bites lightly, earning a moan in response. I feel him smile against my skin, before kissing it better and lifting his head to meet my eyes. “So if you don’t mind, (y/n),” he kisses the corner of my mouth before pulling back again. “I want to feel, and kiss, and taste every single inch of you while we finally have the time.”

Shit, I think to myself, feeling goosebumps coat my body. I just know I either look like I’m in shock, or like I’m about to unravel from his words alone. Maybe both? Fuck, the basement feels hot today.

“Please,” Seb adds. He grins, widely, his beautiful eyes glimmering with innocent hope.

Completely contradictory to the matter at hand.

I chuckle and shake my head, blushing madly, and rub my thumbs across his cheeks. “Such a gentleman.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Impatient, too,” I tease.

He rolls his eyes and dips back down to my lips, kissing me roughly for a few moments.

“I refuse to take this any further…” He lightly wraps a hand around my neck, lips brushing mine as he speaks. I tighten my thighs around him to help hold myself up. “…until I know that you want this.”

Seb presses his forehead to my own, his eyes boring into mine as he closes his hand just a bit more. I mewl softly at the sensation, closing my eyes to prevent any further embarrassment from creeping up on me.

“Seb, please.” God, I sound like such a loser.

I lower one of my hands from around his shoulders and clasp the wrist that he's holding to my neck, using it to push more of his weight onto myself. I open my eyes, but they only trail as high as his mouth — the smirk he’s wearing is enough to indicate that I can’t do eye contact right now. No way in hell.

“Please what?” He feigns innocence as he eeever so slightly grinds against me. I shudder out a weak breath.

Then, I groan, frustrated, and struggling to formulate full sentences apparently.

“Just fuck me already,” I whimper, forcing myself to meet his eyes.

“Naughty little thing,” he smugly stabs before rushing back to my lips. I don’t mourn the lost opportunity of a jab back at him. There are more important things to be doing right now.

Without separating our kiss, his hand moves from the front of my neck to the back of my head as he carries me away from the door. When we get to his bed, he lets us fall together to the mattress, his body still slotted between my legs.

Seb pins my hands above me to absolutely ravage my neck and collarbone in love bites without interruption. My right mind is telling me to make him stop, so that I don’t have to waste as much makeup covering it up. The adrenaline coursing through me and heat spreading to my lower body are screaming at me to let him keep going though.

I mentally thank myself for wearing a skirt today as he releases my wrists and hikes it up, allowing himself access to my panties. They’re plain — just some black cotton with white stitching along the edges — but at least they’re not ugly.

Without removing my underwear, Seb slips his fingers under the part of the waistband that’s hugging my hips. I think he’s just testing the waters, until he roughly grips a fistful of my soft flesh in each hand, kneading my sides. I instinctively follow his touch, rutting my hips against him, only stopping when he forcefully holds them down.

“Nuh-uh,” he sings.

“You’re no fun,” I rebuttal.

As if out of spite, he scoots back and tugs me towards the edge of the bed. He then moves his dominant hand from my hip and pushes my panties aside.

“Yeah?” he questions, lightly grazing my clit, and then way too easily sliding a finger inside of me. My eyes roll back at the sensation as I choke down a moan. “Looks to me like you’re having a blast.”

“D-don’t ruin this, nerd,” I pathetically stutter out.

By the time our mouths have met again, he’s already sliding in a second finger. “Fuck,” I breathe out. He’s driving me completely insane. I whisper and curse Seb’s name against his lips, my eyes screwed shut.

“Doesn’t sound like I’m ruining anything.”

As I lose myself in bliss, he lowers himself down to directly face my core. His breath on my inner thigh is the only indicator that slaps me into reality again.

I look down through dazed eyelids, watching the hand that was holding me down stray to my thigh, and eventually out of view. In the process, Seb continues working his magic, peppering open-mouthed kisses everywhere but where I want him. His fingers are still pumping away in me, although they’re stuttering a bit now.

The next thing to rush my senses is the sound of Seb’s belt unclasping and his zipper being undone. Feeling flushed with embarrassment, but also like I’m going to melt into a puddle on his sheets if I keep watching, I lay down fully and cover my face with my arm. As if to reel my attention back to him, Seb finally puts his mouth to use. He slowly — so painfully slowly — swipes his tongue from my entrance to my nub, eliciting a guttural whine from my fucking soul that’s only muffled by my arm.

As his tongue dances around me, he satisfactorily hums. The occasional purr as he studies my reactions reverberates through my body, making it harder to maintain a… decent? composure as he works his fingers into my sweet spot. I need him badly, but when I try to tell him that it comes out a jumbled mess.

“I, fuck, I nee—,” I desperately try to plea for what I’m craving as I lean onto my elbows. “Sebash— ahh, fuck!”

Seb knows exactly what I want, and I can tell by the heated, smug gaze he’s boring into me. Everything about this is so hot. His absurdly beautiful face between my legs is possibly the greatest thing I’ll ever lay my eyes on. A genuine work of art.

He chuckles against me, and I notice that the other hand still isn’t in sight, but it’s definitely moving. ..

Holy shit, he’s touching himself while touching me, isn’t he?

That’s so cool!

I try to ground myself by weaving a fist into his hair, originally planning on pulling him away so I could use my words. To tell him how badly I want him to just stuff the cock he’s touching inside of me until I can’t think straight. But, the slight moment of added pressure sends a chill down my spine that I can’t resist, and I press him down harder, trying to make as close contact with Seb’s fingers and mouth as I possibly can.

Subconsciously grinding my hips onto him, I grip the sheet with my free hand and let my head and eyes roll back while my spine arches, my little death hitting me like a fucking train. I’m not sure what nonsense I’m sputtering, but it’s enough to signal him to finish the job. On the come down, I simply lay limp. Breathing heavily. Having just had the best orgasm of my life, courtesy of the sexiest person I’ve ever met in my life.

With a cute, swift kiss to the lips he’s been tending to, he comes back up to meet my face, kissing those lips too. God… I’ll never get tired of all the kissing we do, no doubt. But there’s something far more exciting about tasting myself in a kiss from someone who I’m this head over heels for.

I assume his dick is out, so I trail my dominant hand down from his neck to his covered chest, and finally to his exposed groin. He just barely pulls away from the kiss, his smile ghosting just above my lips.

I still have yet to see him without pants on, so I had no idea how groomed or un-groomed he is down there. Feels smooth, but a little prickly in some spots. Must’ve been a rushed shave, or maybe a day-old one. Or maybe he just needs a new razor. I don’t go for the gold yet, just teasing my fingers around the general area first.

“Fuck, dude,” he laughs. Sounds breathy. Good.

“What’s up?”

“Don’t play dumb,” he playfully commands. “Tease…”

I look down between us, curiosity getting the best of me. For fucks sake he is huge. Long? Sure, but I already knew that from the picture he sent me. But Yoba, he’s packing width-wise too.

Without clasping my hand around him just yet, I softly touch around the base, right where it connects to his body. I can’t help but admire him, the whole damn thing is as pretty as he is. That’s definitely a rare find: an attractive dick.

I must’ve gasped audibly, or stared too long, or done something embarrassing, because Seb softly and menacingly sings my name to grab my attention back. Feeling myself blush, I meet his eyes. I wrap my hand around him, fingertips just barely out of reach of one another, holy shit. Is he even going to fit? He inhales sharply through swollen lips.

A stupid thought comes to mind. “Heheh.”

“Hm?” he questions, sucking in his bottom lip.

“I get why you’re so cocky now.” I’m hilarious.

“Wow, I hated that.” Booooo.

“Oh, you know I’m funny.”

I remove my hand to gather some of the wetness from myself, utilizing it to glide my fist along Seb’s shaft more smoothly. I’m tempted to look down again, wanting to see what my hand looks like wrapped around him, but my eyes don’t dare to leave his face.

His cheeks have been tickled pink by my touch, his pupils are blown wide, I can feel the unevenness of his breath against my lips. I’m totally bewitched. I find the sensitive vein just below his tip and lightly rub my thumb against it, and Seb hums with pleasure in response. Holy shit he’s so hot.

I nudge his shoulders a bit, prompting him to lay down, which he quickly obliges to. I’m about to lean down to return the favor he gave me a few moments ago, but he pulls me atop him instead.

The moment I’m straddling him, Seb begins lifting my skirt off of me. I let him, taking my top off just after. His hands wander from my hips-upward, eventually stopping just outside of my boobs.

Before he can get permission to feel — which would be redundant because of fucking course he can, he can touch me in any way he wants at this point — I remove my bra. I don’t have the nads to make eye contact, being more exposed to him than I’ve ever been, but I coax his hands to my breasts, yearning to know what his hands feel like around them.

Seb takes the back of my neck in one hand and pulls me down, forcing me to look him in the eyes as he kneads me. I kiss him hard to overpower my nerves, and because I’m just desperate for more of him. He goes right for my nipples in response, pinching and twirling them between his fingertips. I know some people don’t have much feeling in that region, and I thank Yoba above that I wasn’t cursed in such a way, because this feels so fucking good.

I grind my clothed core against his cock, teasingly humming, and studying his reaction beneath lazy eyelids. He tilts his head back, whispers a curse, and halts my hips again.

“Take those off,” he orders.

Without leaving my spot, I follow Seb’s instructions, finagling my underwear out of the way. It’s far less than graceful, but I don’t care. Once I’m fully undressed, I don’t fully lower myself straight away. I tug at the waistband of his pants and boxers instead. He’s exposed, but I want to see all of him.

“You too.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He — also ungracefully, might I add — kicks off his bottoms, as I help him remove his tee. I trace the barely-there abs on his tummy with my fingers while I hover over him. I wonder if he works out when he’s not coding or whatever. Oo! He doesn’t have any new scars, at least that I can see, which I smile at.

“So fucking beautiful,” he mutters, snapping me out of my trance and sliding his hands up and down my form.

I’m flustered by the sudden attention put on me. Seb practically worshiping my body is making me painfully aware that I, in fact, exist. I don’t really know how to respond, and my innate reaction is to laugh nervously and turn my head to the side. As if that’ll hide me and my bare body adequately. I see Seb tilt his head a little from the corner of my eye.

“I mean it, (y/n),” he whispers, gently pulling my upper body down onto him, our faces just barely separated.

“You,” he removes a hand, and I feel him rub his tip against my cunt. I whimper at the contact, still overly sensitive from before.

“Are so,” he nudges himself just barely inside of me, forcing a deep breath from us both.

“Perfect,” he shakily growls, as he lowers my hips down onto him. Slow enough that I can adjust to his size, but not too slow.

Mother of Yoba.

I’m shocked he fit inside in one snug squeeze, but I couldn’t be more satisfied with it. I ride him slowly for the first few pumps, getting myself familiar with what I’m working with here. Then halfway back down, I stop moving, feeling my hips tighten. Fuck, already? I subconsciously grimace as I continue stuttering my way down.

“Everything ok?” Seb asks in a hushed tone.

“Yeah. Uh, I’m actually not like…” I take a sec to think of the best words for this. “Super… mobile when it comes to this.” I stuff my face in the crook of his neck to hide my shame. I can’t believe a ridiculously sexy guy is inside of me, and I can’t even throw it back for him. Feels like such a wasted opportunity…

Plus, he’s fucking laughing. Yoba kill me now.

“Fuck you,” I mumble into him.

“Already working on that,” he chuckles. I’m fully lowered now, doing nothing more than cockwarming at this point, but I’m too nervous to move again. “Hey.”

I groan in response. I feel his hands move from my body to my warm cheeks, and he pulls.

Looking into his eyes as my own are threatening tears, I notice that he seems cool as a cucumber. Doesn’t help my raging insecurities one bit. But then, without any warning other than some slight repositioning of our bodies courtesy of Seb’s hips, he pulls out almost all the way and immediately rams himself up into me, full force.

“Ahh!~” My eyes widen, still staring into his as I moan, loudly. The tears that were forming from prior embarrassment escape my ducts with the new sensation.

Keeping one hand on my cheek, Seb lowers the other down to my butt, propping me up in a comfortable, kneeled squat as he continues thrusting. He keeps it there for support.

“Just lemme take care of you then, ok?” he asks, although it comes out as more of a statement.

I can barely process his words, simply nodding before resting my forehead on his.

“Are you comfortable?”

I nod, a desperate “Fuck, yes” escaping my lips to reassure him. I think that he tries to respond, but it comes out as more of a growl instead.

Clearly not planning on slowing down unless I say the words myself, Seb continues to fuck into me hard. My knuckles whiten as I grip the sheets on either side of him for dear life, barely able to fathom how… enlightening of an experience this is. The sound of his hips slapping my ass is embarrassingly loud but Yoba I do not care about that right now. I never knew I could feel so full.

“Fuck, Seb, you’re so big,” I strain out. “S-so fucking good.”

“And you’re taking it so well,” he praises after slipping out a cocky laugh. “You’re such a good girl for me,” he murmurs, tugging my hair so that I meet his eyes.

I didn’t even notice that my head had drooped back down to his shoulder at some point. A whimper slips out of me as I listen to his sweet words, struggling to keep my eyes from rolling back shut. A few wordless moments pass before Seb slows to a halt, and taps his knuckles against my ass.

“Lay on your back.”

I do as he says, like a good girl. I’m a little upset to have the previous position taken away, as it was pure fucking bliss, but I’m excited for the change of pace. Once I’m in a comfortable spot against the mattress, I urge him down to me, feeling needy for his lips. He indulges. Like a good boy.

Not seeming to want to break away from the kiss just yet, he grinds his dick along my folds. I reach down, desperate for more, pressing him closer to me to cover more surface. I take further control of the situation, gripping him fully and caressing his tip on my clit.

We moan in unison, but Seb is the one to deliberately break away from my mouth so he could let it all out. Music to my fucking ears. A shit-eating grin plasters me as I giggle with pride, but a hauntingly beautiful glare from my partner shuts me up.

He props my ankles up on his shoulders and slams back inside of me, all in one fluid motion that comes so suddenly. I shout, surprised by the sudden contact to a new angle, and he strongly cups a palm over my mouth.

Sporting an evil grin, Seb leans down, hovering his face over mine while pounding into me. My unnatural flexibility might be the direct cause of why my joints are so rickety at the ripe ol’ age of 26, but god it comes in handy sometimes. I’m basically folded in half.

“What’s so funny, darling?”

I shake my head as if to wordlessly answer “nothing, oh my god, just keep doing exactly what you’re doing.” I roll my eyes back with a stifled mewl, intoxicated by the 180-switch from soft dom to completely taking control of me.

“Thought so,” he lilts.

Seeming to take note of my reactions, Seb strengthens his grip in the hand on my hip, nails digging in hard enough to leave marks for sure. I laugh again under his hand, this time with hysterical pleasure. And oh my god, he loves this. He’s cracked the code. He knows damn well that his dominance over me is something I welcome, and the pride he feels as he succeeds to indulge me is written across his features.

As he straightens back up, he removes his palm, only to replace it with a forefinger curled under my chin and his thumb against my lips. Gazing up at him with clouded vision, I open my mouth and he slips the finger in, allowing me to suck and moan around it. He looks absolutely thrilled.

“Oh, that’s so hot, holy shit.” He’s keeping his composure well, but I can see in his brows that this is breaking him.

My next orgasm is rapidly approaching, and if his stiffening cock inside of me says anything, so is his. “M’gonna cum,” I gasp around his finger. He moves it out of the way, cupping my cheek sweetly instead as I beg him not to stop.

Seb chuckles at my desperate pleas, but I don’t even care. Too blissed out. He opts to comfort me while I tighten around him, “I’m not stopping baby, I’ve got you.”

My back arches as I accidentally claw at his torso, gripping onto anything I can. Feeling like I’ll float away if I don’t. I can tell by the soreness in my throat that I’m being loud, but all my ears can hone in on is the soft, satisfied “Mmmmfuck, that’s my fucking girl” that Seb murmurs to me. As if his reassurance is my green light, I absolutely crumble beneath him.

“S-shit, get on your knees?” he grunts just after I finish.

A sighed “mhm” is all I can manage. I thought you’d never ask, I think to myself as I promptly kneel onto the dark rug below his bed. His own hand is doing all the work as he grips some of my hair for support, so I simply open wide, push my boobs together with my arms, and try to look pretty. Well, as pretty as I can, being sweaty and out of breath from my own climax.

It must’ve worked, because—

“Fuuucking hell, (y/n),” he moans, his warmth landing mostly on my tongue as he rolls his head back and spews out some more curses. Some of it gets on my cheeks and chest, but that’s fine by me.

It’s like I’ve been personally baptized by Yoba. And Yoba is Sebastian’s cock.

I swallow once he’s finished, lean forward to kiss his well-worked thighs, and pick myself up. My legs don’t know how to move, so I promptly fling myself back down onto the bed.

“Holy shit,” I mumble, staring at the ceiling while he searches for a rag. He flicks on the light in the attached bathroom, and I hear the water run. Guess he found one.

God, I could die right now. I’ve never been positively railed like that in my life. I close my eyes and just wait patiently for Seb to come back, hoping I don’t fall asleep. Hoping I can get my shit together by the time Victor gets here.

“I’m glad I could deliver,” he muses, laying beside me to help me clean up. Leaning into his touch, I just nod. He presses a kiss to my forehead.

“I’m gonna go out on a whim here, and admit that I never doubted you.” I tell him. “In terms of like… you know. Fucking.” Obviously.

“So supportive.”

“Yeah, whatever, ya wad.” I curl up beside him, and he wraps an arm around me. I let out a deep sigh. “How much time ‘til Victor gets here?”

“Already thinking about other guys?”

“Sebastian I swear to fuck—“

“Not long.” He grins as he's cutting me off. “We should probably start trying to look presentable. I told him we’d pick him up.”

Ugh. I just nod, planting a smooch on his wrist before standing up. I make my first attempt post-fuck to walk. I think I’m managing, until I hear snickering behind me.

“What, Seb?”

“You're looking a little wobbly.”

Knowing he's right, I flip him off, before continuing my endeavor of pretending I didn’t just get fucked out of my mind.

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 29

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Y/n has a life-shattering realization. Luckily, Magnus is there to pick up the pieces.

Author’s Note: TW for a minor shutdown in this chapter! It’s short, and not very descriptive. Y/n just gets lost in her head and goes nonverbal for a little bit

Also, I just wanna clarify something real quick: Seb and y/n aren’t going to break up. I’ve decided to commit to the polyamory route; it’s just a matter of when rather than if, now. :3

I hope this soothes those who were worrying about that, and I’m sorry for causing any concern!!

I’d love to hear your thoughts on this chapter ^^ Enjoy and take care x

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After casually telling me that he wants to know more about my weird sex dream, Magnus lowers his hands from my cheeks, but keeps one outstretched for me to take. The last thing I wanna do now is recount that again after nearly living it.

“Why?” I mumble.

“I know this is less than ideal, but it will help me to further understand – as your instructor – what you’re capable of.”

Ugh, that’s understandable, I guess. Sighing, I nod and place my palm in his.

Ever since that first night I came to Magnus’ home, the floor cushions haven’t left their spot near the fireplace. Hand-in-hand, we make our way towards them and sit down facing each other. I opt to rest on my knees, and Magnus takes his usual cross-legged stance.

I fidget with the top of my thigh highs. Still not looking Magnus in the face. Refusing to at this point. Heat is practically radiating from my cheeks as I try to think of the least nauseating way to describe what happened to me, to him.

“This was your first instance of clairvoyance, yes?” he prompts to start things off. I nod, and Magnus exhales. “Well, congratulations on the new gift…?” he hesitates to commend me.

I lift my hands to my face and squeak into them. This one isn’t unintentional, as they usually are. It’s drawn out and frustrated. “This is so uncomfy.”

“It’s alright, my dear.” Why does that phrase still make my heart jolt? “There’s no need for… rigorous details, either. Just start from the beginning, and take your time.”

A few beats pass before I manage to speak up. Being drained occasionally of tears of embarrassment, I tell him about how everything played out almost identically as in my dream, up until he casted the spell.

“By the way,” I note, “that prank or whatever you wanna call it sucks, and it still would even if it didn’t have… like,” I vaguely gesture with both hands, “that effect on me.”

“Duly noted,” Magnus chuckles. “Although technically, that was your own–”

“My OwN dOiNg,” I mock. “I know, I know! You explained it in the dream.”

“So,” I can hear a grin in his tone, “You… you could have prevented it, correct?”

“You don’t think I tried to?!” I ask incredulously, snapping my face towards him.

“Oh my,” he utters, sounding just as tickled as he appears. One of his brows is raised, his cheeks are flushed, and he has a mischievous look about him. I furrow my brows as he brings his knuckles to hover over his mouth, while he proceeds. “Then, I so often have that effect on you, that you couldn’t stop yourself from—”

My eyes widen and I squeak, before I lower my head down. Keeping my focus on his knee to address him instead of that mug of his.

I practically hiss, “Wizard.” Makes him laugh, which makes my heart skip. Ugh.

“Apologies.”

I continue on about how, in the dream, I first ran for water, stupidly thinking it would quench that kind of thirst. How I leaned on the cauldron, then on his displayed grimoire.

How I saw “things” – no way in hell I’m describing exactly what those things were, although he definitely gets the gist – every time I closed my eyes for more than a blink from that point onward.

How he came to comfort me, explained the spell, and wound up indulging me, to a certain extent.

I dare to look at Magnus again after admitting that last part, and he’s boring into me with those ravenous red daggers oh my god.

“We didn’t…?”

“No.” I wince, realizing it’s partially a lie. “Well…” I peer at my hands, watching myself fold a pleat of my skirt back and forth between my fingertips. “Um. You did, uh… you did something to me, but we didn’t, like…” I get my point across by awkwardly clasping my hands together. I trail off into a barely-there whisper, as I lower my locked fists to my lap. “W-we were about to, buuut I woke up.” I – again, awkwardly – punctuate the end of the final word with a pop of my lips.

An audibly shaky sigh and near-silent “Oh” escapes Magnus.

“And other than that, some of the shit you said and did paralleled exactly what I’d foreseen, but just…” I shrug. “A bit outta order, I guess.”

A long pause goes by before Magnus says anything. “So you wound up controlling your fate, by deliberately acting against the events in your visions.”

“I guess so, yeah.” I risk peeking up at him again. “I didn’t, like, fuck up time or something by doing that, did I?” I meekly ask him.

“I’m not sure.” His eyes meet mine again. “I’ve never known an oracle who could control themselves to that extent.”

An oracle? Makes me sound so fancy when he puts it that way. I like it!

“It often takes an elemental mage of great power to alter their own predetermined future as such. Strange of a mundane to have such capabilities, so early on in your studies.”

I re-situate myself to sit more on my hip than my knees; draping my loosely bent legs to the left of my body, as I put more weight onto my right arm.

As I respond to Magnus’ observation, I fiddle with the corner of the cushion I’m sitting on. “Glad to be such an anomaly.” My tone drips with sarcasm, prompting a deep chuckle from Magnus.

After a long silence, the wizard speaks up again. “(Y/n)?”

“Hm?”

“I… er…” he trails off.

He’s repositioning himself to get cozy as well: laying down his feet closer to the fireplace, crossed over one another. His torso is propped up by his elbows near me. After some wiggling, Magnus ditches his cushion altogether. I take it from the spot between us and hug it to myself with my left arm for comfort in this… weird, trying, sexually tense time.

When he pipes up, it seems like he’s avoiding saying whatever it is he had planned on before.

He blushes and avoids my gaze as he asks, “Jog my memory on why you came here, please?”

“I dunno.” I tilt my head. “Y-you told me to, Magnus.”

“Right, I did do that, didn’t I…?”

Not gonna lie, it’s fun seeing him all shy and stuff. Can’t stop myself from grinning — a very welcome expression, after all the shit that just happened.

“I can leave if you want me to.”

“No, that’s alright,” he shakes his head. Looking at me through finally maroon eyes, he smiles. He has such a pretty smile that I can’t help but relax a little bit while it graces his lips. “It’ll come to me, I’m sure.”

As the elemental zones out on the flames in front of him, I swivel about face to zone out on the ground below them. Today’s shenanigans are on repeat in my head, and I can’t stop wondering why things played out the way they did.

Like, if it’s so hard to change your fate, how the fuck was I able to do it with such little effort? Why is it that in that dream, all recollection of Seb seemed to be nonexistent; whereas in person, I was able to keep my cool enough to have him in mind for most of the ordeal?

Why, in real life, did it seem like Magnus was just as tempted by the situation as he was in my vision?

I wonder if Magnus is upset that things didn’t go how I’d originally foresaw. He told me while discussing his fling with Abby’s mom that he wasn’t peachy on the idea of messing with a taken woman… but why does he seem kind of off now that that’s over?

Is he mad at me?

He better not fuckin’ be, he did this to me! …Kinda. I shake that thought from my head, worried that I’m still being plagued by the same inner-dialogue that was flooding my mind in the dream.

Good god, what if I’m… destined to have sex with Magnus? For all I know, I could be stuck in some infinite loop of NPC voice lines and actions until everything that happened during my sleep plays out in reality.

Or worse, a real life Groundhog Day.

But, like… with fucking.

(Oh, that’s gotta be a porno that exists.)

As utterly nuts as this all sounds, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were a possibility, considering how strange everything that’s happening is.

Another thought pops into my head and I physically react with a gasp, dropping the cushion from beneath my arm and clasping a sleeve-mittened hand over my mouth. I look at Magnus, and feel grateful that he didn’t hear me. Dude still seems lost in his own thoughts. Thank Yoba.

Analyzing his spaced out profile, the conversation I had with him over dinner the other night – during our Abigail-centric shenanigans – replays in my mind:

“You’re messing with me.”

Magnus laughed. After clearing his throat, he assured me, “Truly, (y/n), I’m not!”

“So soulmates aren’t just some fairytale romcom make believe whatever-the-fuck? They’re real?”

Still grinning wide, Magnus nodded, then clarified, “For most, yes. Although, an elemental’s bound partner won’t be a fellow elemental; and likewise, a mundane’s soulmate wouldn’t be another mundane, aside from exceptionally rare cases.”

“Wouldn’t that mean most of you never get to find out who it is?”

Through a mouthful of food, Magnus hummed a brief “Mhm.” After swallowing, he added, “It’s more common than not for an elemental’s soulmate to be continuously reincarnated, though. We like to call them ‘partners in time,’ if we’re looking for a less average term.” He teasingly added, “I think it has a nicer ring to it.”

Grinning at how cute that sounded, but also at the sass towards My Kind™, I glared at him. Magnus’ response was to snort out a little laugh through his sip of water.

I looked down at my plate and lazily twirled some spaghetti around my fork. “How do you know who yours is?”

After a brief silence, I looked up at Magnus, and he seemed to be thinking about it. He had an intense look in his eye that I couldn’t put my finger on as he contemplated the question.

“I’m… unsure,” he finally answered. Sounding very unsure of his own response. Maybe it’s a touchy topic for elementals?

“In a previous existence of hers, we met — we didn’t have the chance to synchronize much, but I was absolutely sure that she was… mine, for lack of a better wording. It’s a feeling – a strong, inexplicable pull towards the individual – rather than, let’s say, one of those fictional tropes with matching skin etchings, or invisible threading, or what have you.”

Magnus sighed, and then there was a sudden mournfulness that seeped through his mundane cosplay.

“I… I’m positive she is out there, right now. I’m just unsure of whether or not we will have the privilege of… coexisting, let’s say.”

“Well, that’s more than valid to worry about,” I offered, resting my cheek in my palm. “How does it usually work? Pure luck?”

I finally ate the bite of food that had been wrapped around my utensil as he answered, “In some ways, absolutely. You see, the spirits will allegedly try to help bring soulbound individuals together. If you’re lucky enough, once you’ve met an instance of your other half, you might learn their personality. Their interests. What gender you’ll need to look out for in future.

I know to look for a woman with a curiosity, even if shallowly, in nature; although our paths were only briefly crossed, I had learned she was a botanist, so I can safely assume she has a knack for plants.

Then, there’s also a theory that if you reside in close proximity to the individual, there will be more physical clues. ‘Bumping’ into one another often, or existing within mutual social circles, for example.”

I nodded along, trying to wrap my head around that. “That sounds… so fucking frustrating, good god.”

Magnus laughed, but it came out dully. “Indeed it is, my dear.”

…This might be a stretch.

But what if I’m his soulmate?

What if I’m only here because of the elements practically yanking me over little by little? What if that weird force over my body the first few times I came near his tower was my sign?

What if I had that psychic experience in my sleep as the spirits’ way of bribing my hornball ass to be with him?

I mean, it would check out. I am a girl who is interested in nature, who works with plants now, and Magnus and I have a few mutual acquaintances in Pelican Town alone. There could be more in Zuzu for all I know.

Plus, I’ve always been fascinated by him, in one way or another, without knowing why. Even before I knew I was crushing so hard, he made me feel all fuzzy.

If I’m right, then is that what I’d even want?

I… I guess deep down I obviously want it, if it’s my preconceived destiny or whatever.

But then what about Sebastian? It feels appropriate that he would be that person more than anyone, considering how quickly and easily we clicked, but that’s supposedly nigh impossible, which is super fucked up to think about.

I’m already dreading telling him about what happened in my dreams, and what occurred today. Would feel wrong to keep that all a secret from him.

If I’m not just working myself up over nothing, I don’t want to also have to break it to him that we’re quite literally not “supposed” to be together.

The odds are so low that it would be me, in such a densely populated world of people, to be “chosen” for this…

So why can’t I shake the feeling that I’m only a regular visitor of this tower and consistently in platonic – well, now it’s kind of romantic – contact with Magnus because he’s my goddamn soulmate?

“(Y/n), are you alright?”

I blink a few times, and my eyes refocus to a certain degree. I was still staring at him, apparently.

My head feels foggy.

Magnus’ eyes are blue with worry as he prompts me again. “You’re looking rather pale.”

I choke on my words. Fuck… seriously? I haven’t been nonverbal in a looong time.

Physically unable to tell him how I am, I shake my head. I’m not alright. I don’t want him to know why, so I can only hope my racing thoughts are silent.

“Would you like to lay down?”

I’d rather go home to do that — I just wanna cuddle Cannoli right now, to be honest — but it doesn’t feel like an option at the moment. Don’t know how far my stupid baby legs can carry me while I feel this way. Not sure if I could handle having him teleport me, either.

I nod, and Magnus promptly stands, then helps me up too.

Magnus’ tone is soft as he asks, “Can you make it up these stairs, here?”

To test it out, I take a step onto the first plank. Just as I’m about to nod my confirmation, I begin swaying a tad. God damnit.

“Easy, now.” Standing behind me, Magnus holds one of my hands against the wall, and gently clasps his other hand around my shoulder. “I can keep you on your feet. Go ahead.”

This upper level of Magnus’ home has the same aesthetic appeal as his main floor. Cobblestone and wood on the walls, and wooden floors to match, with vines, potted plants and colored lights up the wazoo.

To the right is a restroom, and to the left is probably his bedroom. In the center of this small hallway, there’s a spiral staircase that leads higher up into the tower.

I take note of how the interior of this entire place is so different from how you’d expect it to look from the outside. I wonder if that’s a byproduct of magic... Surely there’s no way this would structurally make sense, no?

Still hugging myself to the wall as Magnus lets go of my hand and shoulder, he walks around to my front, then holds the door to his room open for me.

It’s small, but extremely cozy. His bed is fucking massive, with a grayish frame, and an ashy purple, comfy-looking comforter and pillow set. It’s neatly made and takes up most of the space.

Across from his bed is a kind of antique-looking armoire... I wonder what historical period he got that in. Yoba that’s so weird to think about. It’s slightly opened, and looks a little messy inside, which is kinda nice. Makes Magnus feel more ~mundane.~

The walls are alive with vines similarly green and flowering to those on the exterior of Magnus’ home, as well as some hanging leaves and planter pots. The only illumination comes from some dim fairy lights strung across the ceiling, rather than against the upper stones of the walls; a small, slightly tinted window over his bed; and a chic, purple salt lamp that resides on his nightstand.

I notice Magnus watching me from my peripheral as I gaze around at his decor. A soft smile graces his face when I fully look up at him. Just that faint curl of his lips is enough to ease my tension a tiny bit.

Makes my heart flutter…

Shit, it’s awfully annoying how the source of my shutdown is also the only person who can ease me out of it, apparently.

Magnus helps me over to the bed, and once I’m laid down, I pull up the notes app on my phone. Head feels too funky to communicate in thoughts, and – despite my success with it the other night – I’d had a rough time trying to break into Magnus’ brain, which means that option is definitely off the table.

‘I’m sorry,’ I write, ‘Idk’— I quickly delete those three letters, unsure of whether or not he’s filled in on internet lingo. ‘I don’t know what’s up with me’

After moving onto my side and curling up a little, I hold my screen towards Magnus, who’s sitting on the edge of his mattress. He grins and shakes his head.

“Don’t apologize, my dear.” Not helping, oh my god that cutesy shitty little name that makes me feel nice is not helping at all. “It’s been a tough day for you thus far.” Fair point. “Is there anything you need?”

To be told everything will be fine.

To be assured that I’m not possibly figuring out the entire trajectory of the rest of my life right now, all because of some horny accident.

To be told I’m just being paranoid, but with, like, less demeaning wording than that.

To be held, so I at least feel safe and warm while I’m spiraling.

…There’s only one thing on that list that can actually be done without giving him too much info. If he knows anything I’ve been considering, because of telepathy and whatever, he hasn’t shown it or said anything about it.

I deeply sigh. With fiery red cheeks, I type out, ‘Can we cuddle?” I hesitate to move my hand towards him, then I erase it. That’s way too direct for me.

‘Can I have a hug?’ Nope, immediately deleting that one. Feels stranger.

In lieu of my previous request, I write, ‘Could you maybe lay with me for a bit? If that’s ok with you’. That seems better… Kind of.

Pulling up the collar of my sweater to hide in it, I look everywhere but Magnus’ face as I show him my note. He huffs out a quiet laugh, and begins repositioning himself next to me as he responds, “Of course.”

Both of us are laying on our sides, facing towards each other. I shyly bring my eyes up, and Magnus is laying on his arm, focused on fidgeting with the blanket below us with his other digits.

Just as I notice how… almost intimate this is, Magnus lifts his irises, raises the hand that was occupied by blankets a second ago, and cups it onto my face.

Just like that, this is entirely intimate.

“It doesn’t seem like you’ve a fever, although your cheeks are a tad warm,” he teases. Bastard.

I probably look like a deer in headlights. My face likely increases in temperature just as quickly as I type out, ‘I’m literally dying and you’re bullying me?’

When I hold up the screen, I glare at Magnus over the top of it. My words get a hearty laugh out of him.

“‘Dying’ and ‘bullying’ are hardly accurate, but I can gloss over it this time.”

I close my eyes to sigh deeply. Turning to putty beneath his touch. Finally letting myself begin to relax. As I lay there — memorizing the way Magnus’ thumb traces my cheek, and feeling his content gaze still on my resting form — a question comes to mind.

Feeling like I might be able to speak in my sleepy haze, I open my mouth to give it a whirl. My first syllable comes out too raspy for cohesion, so I clear my throat to try that again. I open my eyes, keeping them lowered as I feel Magnus’ laughter at my failed attempt slightly jostle the cushioning below us.

“Can I ask you something?” I squeak out. My words were barely even a whisper. I shudder when Magnus leans in a wee bit to hear me better.

“Anything.”

“Why,” I struggle out quietly, “D-id you get… so close to me to cast that spell?”

“Feigned intimidation, I suppose.”

Right, we did determine in my dream that Magnus was practicing his mundane human studies on me, basically. That checks out.

Gnawing my lower lip, I’m reminded of how he went about undoing the spell. How he watched me like he was hypnotized by my features. Played with this same lip I’m chewing like it was a toy… cradled my face like I’m precious to him.

Much like he’s doing now.

“Why’d you touch me the way you did… like, when y-you disenchanted me, I mean?”

I hear a sighed laugh, and meet his sincere, pink gaze. After a few moments of nothing but a deep breath and burning eye contact, he whispers, “Selfishness, to be honest.”

Really wish I could probe his thoughts as easily as he reads mine. I wanna know exactly what he means by that.

After a subtle nod, I cast my vision low again. I linger on his lips longer than I’d intended to on the way down. Unintentionally studying the way they look, their texture… the way he just wet them, how they’re curling into a knowing half-grin. My eyelids flutter for a sec before I manage to look away.

My face is on fucking fire.

Confused, tired, distressed, and desperate for comfort, I scoot forward.

I shimmy my body into the foot-or-so gap that laid between Magnus and I, until my forehead is pressed onto his broad upper chest.

When I started to move, his hand lifted from my cheek. Upon the new contact and without even a second of hesitation, the wizard coils the arm that’s not occupying his head and pillow around my smaller form, holding me close. Hugging his palm to the back of my scalp, while his arm soothingly folds along my side and back like a weighted blanket.

While he buries the lower half of his face into my hair, my top arm wraps around his torso. Absentmindedly, my hand that’s closer to the mattress fiddles with the silky fabric of Magnus’ shirt. In the final act of our wordless agreement to snuggle up, our legs tangle together slightly.

It all unfolds as if entirely on instinct.

As though it’s a routine we’ve practiced time and time again.

It feels right.

I don’t know how long we lay here for: Magnus running short, delicate motions with his fingertips along my crown; while I nuzzle into him, basking in his warmth, as well as the earthy scent that clings to him from working around a full cauldron so often.

All I know is that we mold perfectly together.

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 13

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Dog boy and farmer girl make up!! :)

Author’s Note: TW // very brief mention of death and attempted suicide

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Summer is here and it is hot. I’m not going outside today.

Since (reluctantly) getting myself dressed earlier, I’ve been just laying in bed, stuffed Eggy under one of my arms, playing video games. It’s been a while since I’ve just let myself lounge around for a whole day, and I’ve been hankering for some Legend of Lonk lately.

I wonder if anyone around here is into games. I know Abby is. Allegedly, she struggles so much with Prairie King because she’s more of an RPG type, which I can relate to. But who knows if I’ll ever be close enough with her to play games together?

Just when I’m about to finish up a cutscene, my phone vibrates. Probably a text. I decide to ignore it for now, until realizing it’s still going. Ughhhhh, I hate unprompted phone calls. I pause my game and set the console aside.

“Hello?”

“Hey, (y/n)…” fuck, it’s Sam. “Sorry to bother ya.”

“Oh, uh, not a bother at all. What’s up?” I sit up, repositioning Eggy to my lap and hugging her.

“Can we meet up somewhere? I wanna… you know. Talk about… uh. You know. Stuff. If you’re willing, of course. If not then don’t worry about it, it’s cool.”

I sigh, quietly. I do miss that puppy-man. And if I’ve been canoodling his best friend, then I should swallow my pride and stop avoiding this. For all of our sakes.

“Yeah, I’d like that actually. You wanna come over?”

He sighs too — a big, relieving one. I almost forgot how animated he is. “Yeah sure, when’s a good time?”

“Whenever you want, I’ll be around all day.” My overwhelmingly hospitable instincts kick in, “Just let me know when you’re headed over. I can make us some cocoa or lemonade or something, if you want.”

“It’s a little hot for hot chocolate,” he laughs, sorta shyly. “But it does sound good.”

“Fuck, true,” I mentally smack myself on the forehead. “I can make it cold,” I offer. “Or at least try to. Never done it before.”

“That would be great, it’s okay if you don’t feel like it though. I don’t wanna burden you too much,” he trails off.

“Sam, I wouldn’t have offered otherwise.”

I hear a nervous laugh on the other end. “Yeah, I guess. Alright. Uh. I guess I’ll head over in a few minutes?”

“Yeah, sounds good to me.”

“See ya in a bit then, (y/n).”

“See ya, Sam.”

Fuck, this is gonna be so uncomfortable. At least he seems as nervous as I feel.

Letting out a huge groan, I roll – literally roll, from mattress to floor – out of the bed to find a bra and some less bootylicious bottoms to put on.

Something tells me Seb’s talked to Sam about what we’re about to discuss, so I’m sure Sam knows by now I’m not interested in him the way he might’ve thought. I gotta stay cautious, though. Some dudes are fuckin’ creeps who’ll see a little bit of extra skin and think it's free real estate. Experienced that too much in the city.

I’d doubt Sam being like that if I knew him beyond the surface, but I’ve been so unsure of how to feel about that gumball since The Incident.

I pick out a pair of long gray bike shorts, and throw a sports bra underneath the white, grandpa-esque tourism tee from Ginger Island that I had on already. The ladies are staying hidden, today.

Now, the cocoa… I follow my usual routine, except I leave out the creamer and opt to put the mixture into a pitcher rather than mugs. If I put it in the freezer with some extra ice – better throw in some more mix, so it won’t get watered down – so it’ll hopefully be chilled enough by the time he’s here.

Aaand now we wait. I sit back on the bed, scooping Cannoli into my lap while my eyes dance around the room. I really need some more furniture in here. At least an extra chair, if I’m gonna keep having people over. Maybe a desk to work at?

Fuck, wait a sec! This would totally be big enough for a kotatsu if I put the table in the kitchen or outside instead. My weeb ass has always wanted one of those. I’m sure Cannoli would love it, too.

After a few more moments of interior design contemplation, I get up to pee. Naturally, the moment I sit down, I hear a knock at the door.

“Fuck…” I murmur. “Sorry, one second!” I yell as loud as I can muster. Hopefully he heard that.

I speed-run my little bathroom break and jog to the door, without drying my hands. Shit, what if he gets grossed out by how moist they are? I shake my head, then shake my hands a bit and pat ‘em on my shorts before opening up.

“Hey–” I’m cut off with a squeak from my own throat as Sam fucking engulfs my body into a hug.

“Dude you have no idea how bad I feel,” he word-vomits on me. “I’m so sorry!”

I stand there in shock for a moment. I expected more of a serious, awkward conversation. A weird business meeting, of sorts. Should’ve known that the big guy would do things differently. I’m still unsure of whether or not I can really trust him, but I'm willing to try.

“You big dummy...” I mumble into his boobs before squeezing him back. “I was so worried that you hated me.”

“I thought you’d hate me!”

“We’re both dummies.”

“For sure.”

Realizing I’m still talking into his big ol’ honkaroos, I tilt my head out for air. In a southern drawl, I declare, “We’ve got some stuff to discuss, pardner.”

“Mhm, mhm.” He pulls away, albeit still at arms-length and holding onto my shoulders.

“Pop a squat, I’ll grab the cold cocoa.”

“Cold-co?”

“Oooo I like that,” I shout from the kitchen.

I can’t help but smile at how easy this is so far. Sure, we’ve got some feelings to work out, but I’d let my anxiety get the best of me for the past few weeks for sure.

“Do you want a mug or a glass?”

“Do you have one of those fancy wine cups?” he asks. I peer back and he’s leaning over from the chair at the table. Cannoli missed him too – he’s already curled up in Sam’s lap.

“I’ll check.” I back up, peering around the cabinets, hoping the space gives me a better angle to see the top shelf with. Grandpa had to have had those… fuck, I don’t feel like climbing. “Actually,” I exhale, “can you check?”

Keeping Cannoli in his arms like a baby, Sam strolls in, looking confused. Then, the lightbulb goes off. He laughs at me and scruffs my hair, reassuring me with a jovial “Sure thing, little guy,” before easily spotting and taking a wine glass from the back of one of my higher shelves. Fucking tall people.

“Damn it.”

“I can carry you on my shoulders sometime,” he offers. “That way you can, you know…”

“I hate you.”

“Not that much, if you invited me over.”

“Whatever, fucko.”

He snickers, watching as I prepare our drinks. When I start pouring the creamer, he questions it.

“Trust me,” I assure. He just shrugs, letting me do my thing. “You want whip?”

“What do I look like, some sort of monster? Of course I want whip.”

“More of a big, fluffy beast than anything.”

Sam scoffs, “I’ll take it over a goblin or shadow brute.”

I hand off his drink, scooping up a pair of swirly straws. I am an adult. “Want a straw too, beast boy?” I offer while holding one out towards him.

Taking it from me, he responds, “See, I can get behind that! Makes me sound like a Teen Titan.”

“That show kicked ass,” I point out as we walk into the other room. “I used to have the fattest crush on Robin.”

We sit down on my bed, both of us cross-legged, both of our backs against the wall. Cannoli fills the space between us. Our mediator.

“I was down bad for Starfire, myself.” He takes a sip, and I inspect for the signature eye twinkle. Theeere it is! Another chocolate beverage well done. “Holy shit this is so good.”

“Told you to trust me!”

He playfully rolls his eyes. “Oh! And Blackfire fucked too.”

“Dude, she was so hot!”

“But so mean…”

“Yeah, and you’re saying you wouldn’t want her to be mean to you?”

He inhales dramatically, contemplating. Then Sam mutters, shrugging, “I’d thank her for beating me up,” before dejectedly sipping some more of his drink.

“Seeeee?”

“Shut up, jeez. I didn’t come here to be perceived.”

“Eh, you kinda did.”

A short silence. “Crud. You’re right.”

We both laugh, and it simmers into another silence.

“So.”

I turn towards him, leaning my shoulder onto the wall now. He mimics my movement, placing his already empty cup (?!) onto my nightstand and hugging my pillow to his chest. It looks like we’re having a slumber party. This is the best position for sharing some hot goss.

“So…” he sighs, his eyes roaming me. I blush as he either inspects me or checks me out – not sure which it is. “I’ve got some explaining to do, huh?”

I nod and shrug, “I guess.”

He gnaws at his bottom lip, looking down at the pillow, trying to decide on his next choice of words if I had to assume.

“Well, Sebastian told me that he already let you know I was catching feelings, so I don’t have to explain that.”

“Yeeeah… he fill you in on anything else?”

Sam nods. “I’m happy for you guys, by the way. Dunno what’s going on, but it’s cool you two are like… you know.”

“Thanks, Sam,” I shyly smile, scooping my plushie into my arms. God, Eggy takes up so much of me. It’s fine though. She is my protector. “I’m sorry that you kinda got fucked over. You’re really cool and you deserve to be with someone who makes you happy, but,” I shrug. “I just don’t feel the same that you do. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head, “No, really, it’s all good. I’m usually better with the ladies anyway. It’s about time Seb has better luck than I do.”

“Pfft. All these Pelican Town girls really swoon for ya, don’t they?” I say that half-jokingly. He’s crazy good looking, and he’s nice, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he did well for himself around here.

“I mean, I thought I had a thing with Penny for a while, but that went nowhere.”

“Aw, really? That would be so cute!”

“Would’ve been cuter if she felt the same way I did.”

“Oof,” I scrunch my nose as I wince. “Unrequited?”

“Nah, she just wasn’t as into me as I was into her, I guess.” He sighs, “It’s starting to be a common theme for me.”

“Heh, whoops,” I apologize as I abandon my cup of coldco onto the floor and hug Eggy tighter, hiding further into her.

“It worked out for the best. We had different dreams for the future, and whatever.”

“What about Abby?”

“I love her, but more like… as if she were my annoying little sister.” He laughs, “Besides, she’s obsessed with Sebastian. It would never happen even if I wanted to try.”

“Gotcha, gotcha. How’s she feel about me and him, uh…” I pause. Seb and I aren’t dating, per say. “Messing around?” I cringe at my own words. “Gross. Wait.”

Sam howls, “Yoba, you nasty girl.”

“Shut up! I don’t know what we are, we aren’t dating, exactly!”

“Yeah, yeah, I get you… Uhh. She hates you.”

We lock eyes. He’s wincing but I’m stone cold. “I expected nothing less,” I truthfully admit.

“She’ll come around.”

“I fucking hope so. I don’t exactly love the fact that one of the first people I tried to properly interact with here has made such an enemy out of me.”

“Abby’s young and dumb, but she’ll warm up to you eventually. If not when she’s over it, it’ll happen whenever she finds someone else to occupy her. She dated this chick Sophia once, that was the most tame I’d ever seen her.”

“Girl must be a frickin’ angel.”

“She really was so nice.”

“Was?”

“Well,” he clicks his tongue, “she was hospitalized for a suicide attempt last year. She lives over in Grampleton, so we never really saw her around here much in the first place. But none of us have seen her at all since that happened.”

“Holy shit, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I’m sure she’ll be okay.” Sam repositions a little, petting Cannoli for emotional support. “She’s supposed to be inheriting her parents’ vineyard, past the beach, actually. Don’t know if she’ll ever be back to do it.”

“Oh, that’s what that place is?”

“Yeah, have you ever heard of Blue Moon?”

“Shit, I have! That brand is all over Zuzu. It belonged to her parents?”

Sam nods, sadness still washing over his features. “Yeah, but they died in a car crash. Happened a little before Sophia had to… ya know. Go away.”

I recoil a bit, thinking about how tough shit probably is for that poor girl. “I hope she ends up okay. That sucks so hard.”

“Yeah, me too.” He puts the pillow back behind him, and slaps his palms onto his thighs, keeping them there. “Anyway! I don’t like all this sad junk. Back to business.”

“So you were really gonna kiss me that night, huh?” I blurt out.

“Yeesh. Right to the point.”

“Sorry.” I apologetically shrug.

“You’re fine, uh… maybe I was?” We look at each other, silence filling the room. I lean over to finish my drink before placing the empty cup back on the ground, and then purse my lips, waiting for him to correct himself. “Fuck. Yes. Yes I was.”

“You know that would’ve been, like, crazy uncomfortable considering I didn’t want to kiss you back, right?”

“Yeah…”

“I don’t want to kiss you, Sam.”

Although, his lips are super nice…

No.

Stop it.

“Oh my god,” he giggles.

“Thanks for not kissing me.”

“Oh my god!”

“No, like, seriously, thank you.” I put my hand on his knee, chuckling. “You have no idea how much weirder I’d feel having you in my house right now, had that happened.”

“Yeah, no problem, whatever! I get it, you don’t like me! I’ll just pine for a… taken?” Sam tilts his head and squints an eye, thinking over the word. “Taken!” He nods, confidently. “A taken lady, for forever.”

“Come on, dude!” I playfully whine, swatting Eggy’s arms in his direction. He flaps his hand in unison with each fuzzy, stuffed paw slap. “To be fair, you’re totally hot. I’m sure if you asked that Victor dude to take you to a Zuzu bar, you’d get laid in no time.”

“You think I’m hot?”

I deadpan at Sam’s face to find him giggling and blushing like a fucking school girl. Sigh.

“Yeah, I do. You’re like, atrociously hot.” I roll my eyes, in spite of the smile on my face. I'm not lying - he really is, like, so fucking hot honestly. “Don’t make it weird.” I point at him, one of the plushie’s paws still in the same hand.

“That’s so cool oh my god,” he giddily exclaims.

I groan into the back of Eggy’s head. “Sammm!”

“Right, sorry!” he scratches the back of his neck. “Well, I don’t wanna just get laid. I have Palmela for that stuff.”

“Who the fuck is Palmela?”

Sam grins menacingly, waggling his fingers at me, not saying a word.

What?

...Oh.

OH.

Palmela! Seriously?!

“Dude, gross!” I cackle.

“Heheheheh.” He evilly taps his fingertips against those on the opposite hand. I give him a fake-dirty look. “But seriously, I want someone to cuddle, to go on dates with,” he sighs. “Anyone, I don’t even care about gender. I just want someone to care about and feel loved by.”

Aww. I frown. Everyone who wants that deserves it. Especially this fella. Wait… but if he’s not straight…

I excitedly snag one of his hands in both of mine. “So small,” he whispers, thoroughly inspecting my hands. I ignore that comment.

“Sam, have you ever had a crush on Sebastian?” Wide eyed and menacingly, I flash my teeth.

His own eyes widen. He looks down, then back up to my eyes, and then off to the side…and now he’s blushing!!!

“Sam, holy shit! You have!”

“We dated…” he whispers, twitching a brow. Ayo?!

“Samson Henry Johnson, you sly dog!”

“Dude, shut up! We were, like, kids basically, it’s no big deal.”

“What do you mean by kids? How long ago was it?”

“We were in high school.”

“Bro, that was only, what, a decade ago? Little longer maybe?”

“Sweet Yoba above…”

“Is it a forbidden topic, or do I have full permission to be nosy?”

“It’ll be forbidden if you keep being annoying about it!”

I pout. “Boo, you whore.”

“Wouldn’t not kissing and telling make me less of a whore?”

“Metaphorically speaking, yeah, but…” I shrug. Then, I have an epiphany. “Oh my god wait, did you guys, like, touch tips?!”

“Alright, it’s forbidden!”

“Fuck!”

__________________

I lied. I am going outside today.

After continuing to fill each other in on our previously failed love lives, Sam and I decided to take a walk up to his ex’s house to present the renewal of our friendship. Formally. Bells chime as we enter the gigantic cabin, announcing our arrival. Smells sawdusty – I guess Robin’s been busy.

“Hey, you two! If you’re looking for Sebby, he’s in his lair,” Robin advises.

“Thanks Robby,” I chirp, as my tall companion and I pass her station.

“Robby?” she laughs. “Gross.”

I crinkle my nose. “Ugh, yeah, sorry. Didn’t have as nice of a ring out loud as it did in my head.”

“You’re tellin’ me!” Robin shouts once we’re out of sight.

Continuing the assholery, as Sam raps on Seb’s door, I sing, “Sebbyyy.”

A loud groan echos on the other side. “Stop calling me that shit,” he voices as he nears the door. When he opens it, he does a double take. “Ah. I see The Conversation went well.”

“Hell yeah!” Sam boasts, tossing a strong arm around my shoulder and navigating me inside. “This little lady and I are good as new.”

“And you came here to celebrate? Of all places?” the hot, emo cave goblin inquires.

“Hell yeah!” Sam echos himself. “Swimmies and sippies season is here,” he chimes, waggling his eyebrows. “Are you down?”

“Can it wait until it’s cooler out?” Seb asks, returning to his desk and typing away. “Like, later tonight, maybe?”

“Absolutely! Who’s buying the sippies though?”

They both look at me, expectantly. I’ve been lost this entire time.

“What in the actual fuck is a swimmies and sippies?”

“Ahh, much to learn, young grasshopper,” Seb calmly states.

“Stop calling me that.”

He chuckles. “Every once in a while, we grab a bunch of drinks and go swimming at the bathhouse. You know, the one up by the train station,” he explains, as I nod. “Hence… swimmies and sippies.”

“I came up with the name!” Sam beams, as he sits on the couch. Of course he did, I think to myself. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

I head pat him for a change. Feels good, man. “Of course it does.” Sam leans into my hand, so I continue rubbing his head. He’s literally a giant dog.

“I nominate you to buy,” Seb peers over at Sam. “Not fair to make the newbie do it.”

“You seemed on board with her getting the drinks a second ago!”

“Yeah, I also thought she knew what swimmies and sippies is at that point.”

I nod, happily, giving the blonde’s scalp another pat before seating myself in front of Seb’s other computer. “Your fault for not filling me in on your plans, buddy.”

“Man!” He whines. “Fine, I’ll go do that.” Sam gets up, stretching his arms up and behind his head as he makes his way to exit the room.

“Grab your cooler and some ice, too. There’s not much fridge space here.”

“Anything else, fuckers?”

“Snacks?” I add.

Sam looks to me and sighs, loud and exasperated. “Drinks, snacks, ice, cooler,” he counts on his fingers. “Got it.”

“Thank youuu~,” Seb calls as Sam leaves the room, flipping us off before swinging the door shut behind him.

Chin in hands, I lean my elbows on the desk.

“So… I’ve got a question for ya.”

“What’s up, baby?”

Yoba, my heart can’t take him giving me pet names. I blush and hide my face further into my hands. Fuckin’ loser.

“You guys were quite an item back in the day, yeah?”

He stops typing and snorts into a laugh. “Fuck. He told you about that?”

I hum and nod. “Did ya fuck?”

“Yeah,” he responds coolly, looking awfully tickled. He must not get to talk about this much.

“I knew it!” I practically screech. “That’s so precious. I wonder why he wouldn’t give me any deets.”

“Sam’s not as, uh,” Seb taps his nails onto the desk as he leans into the opposite hand. “In tune with his sexuality.”

“Ah. Explains why he forbade me from talking about it, too.”

“Look, ask me anything you want, and I’ll answer what I can. But keep it quiet, yeah? Lotta homophobes hidden around the valley.” Seb frowns. “And, Sam’s not homophobic towards other people by any means, but he’s still got some internalized shit to un-learn.”

“Ah. Lame, but understandable,” I nod, taking solace in knowing he at least is comfortable enough that he basically came out to me today. “My lips are sealed, sir.”

I motion as though I’m zipping my mouth, tossing away the “key” after, ‘cause I’m not a monster. In the meantime, Seb groans. I tilt my head inquisitively and he looks my way. His eyes are dark and intense, like he’s invading my fucking soul oh my god.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

He continues to stare at me, eyes narrowed… Oh!

I gasp, “You naughty bastard! You like that, don’t you?”

“Guilty,” he shrugs, sipping his coffee.

Aaand, just like that, I’m activated. “Sebastian.”

“(Y/n).”

“How much work do you have right now?”

His eyes dance around the screen a bit before looking in my direction. “Enough. Why?”

“Ughhhhh.”

“Were you scheming, (y/l/n)?”

“Who, me?” I ask, flicking my wrist as I lilt out my words, all southernly-sounding. “Why I’d nevah!”

Except I totally would, and was. Was gonna like, I dunno… offer a dick suck? Or something. It's easy to forget with how long our tension has been going on that we haven't actually done anything like that, in person at least.

“You're a horrible liar, (y/n).” Sucking in through his teeth, Seb continues his typing. “If I didn’t have so much to catch up on before tonight I’d bend you over that desk right now.”

Ooooh my god please do, ~sir~. I squeak. Ugh.

“Is that a threat?”

“Sounds like you want it to be.”

He imitates a squeaky toy to prove his point. I (rightfully!) give his shin a kick, and he just laughs and flicks his foot back towards me.

He isn’t wrong though. I want nothing more than that, actually. But, like the little shit I am, I instead respond, “Bold of you to assume such a thing.”

“What, is it not romantic enough for our first time?” he jests. “Or are you just challenging me for fun, you little perv?”

“Classified information.” Quick (y/n), change the topic! “This thing still work?” I ask, tapping the monitor in front of me.

“Yeah, you wanna use it?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.” When he gives me a nod of approval, I stand up to reach the power button, pressing it and hoping for some RGB as it boots up. There are some — all red — and the poor thing sounds like it’s struggling. “When’s the last time this thing was turned on?”

“Years ago, don’t remember exactly when.”

I hum, and am met with a black screen and white writing. “Oof. Says something about an improper boot device?”

“Shit. Umm,” he stops typing to think for a second. “Turn it on again, and go to the boot menu, in the BIOS. The right one should be somewhere on the list.”

I follow his directions. “The Windows one, I’m assuming?”

He nods. “Good girl.”

MMMMMM. If I had a tail, it would totally be wagging right now.

I inhale sharply, trying to contain myself. “Fuck you.”

“Bad girl?” he suggests, raising one of his brows.

“I don’t like it, but sure, that’s better.”

The computer finally starts up, and I'm surprised to find that it’s not locked by a password. This thing looks empty, though. Must’ve moved all his games and junk to the PC he’s on right now… I do the only reasonable thing to do in a situation like this: open up a browser and download stuff. MapleStory, maybe?

“Hmm, you’re right. I don’t like it either.”

“Good! So don’t use it, forehead.”

“My forehead is beautiful, thank you,” he quips. “What if it was in a different context?”

“What, like,” I clear my throat, “Oh, you’re a bad girl…?” I recite, the attempted deep voice cracking as I speak.

Seb heartily laughs. Adorably. Ughhh. “Yeah, like that.”

“Dunno, never been called that in that way before.”

“Mmm, that’ll be a fun experiment.”

“There is no reason that should’ve been sexy, and yet…” I trail off.

He chuckles evilly, and I flick the scrunchie on my wrist at him.

Picking it up from his lap, he holds it up briefly and says, “Cool, thanks.”

Seb proceeds to (attempt to) put his hair up. Considering how choppy and uneven it is, it ends up being a wonky side-ponytail.

Unfortunately, he’s still hot.

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 10

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Seb infodumps on you a little. Also, tension go BRRRRRRRR

Author’s Note: I'm sorry in advance for the way I formatted text messages. Tumblr's editor is hard and I gave up.🧍

Edit: Messed with the texting portion again. It's still sloppy, but hopefully y'all like it better. ^^"

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At least Seb isn’t pushy, I’ll give him that. Sure, he’s awfully present today, but he hasn’t done anything to make me actually uncomfortable. I enjoy spending time with him, hormones and confusion and all.

I finish straightening my hair relatively quickly, and decide this look isn’t complete enough without a necklace. I grab one from my drawer — a black leather choker, with a faux pearl in the middle — and clip it around my neck. I take a deep breath, and march back out of the room, ready for whatever sweet or sexy Seb is going to hit me with this time…

Aaaaand he’s gone.

I still smell tobacco, though. I step out onto the porch and see exactly what I’d hoped and expected.

“Your breath is probably gnarly right now,” I half-joke.

“What, you don’t think morning breath, coffee and cigarettes mix well?”

I shudder at the thought. “Y’nasty…”

He takes me in for a moment, wordlessly. Making me feel all shy. “Your hair looks nice today,” he dreamily grins.

I mutter out a wimpy thank you, playing with and inspecting the ends of my hair. I should trim this soon, it’s getting a bit dead.

Seb leans against the banister and runs his fingers through his own messier tresses. I’m seeing his forehead for the first time, and it doesn’t disappoint. I wonder if he’d ever wear a headband or hair clips.

“So,” he blows out some smoke, “since you haven’t kicked me out, I’m gonna do it myself after I finish this.”

“Lame,” I respond, trying not to sound as disappointed as I feel.

“What, can’t get enough of me?”

He sounds so cocky… no, I can’t, actually, you mother fu— actually, y’know what? Kill ‘em with kindness, they say.

“No,” I smile.

He smiles too, widely, almost looking sort of giddy. A faint blush forms across his cheeks.

“What?” I laugh, leaving my spot near the steps to lean against the same railing he’s occupying.

“I just… didn’t expect that.” He looks down at the cigarette between his fingers and continues, picking the nail polish on his thumb. “You’re sweet.”

I ruin the moment, playfully elbowing his side. He nudges me with a hip bump.

Until he finishes his smoke, we don’t say anything. Neither of us are fans of sun, but we seem to be basking in it. Together. Well, to a certain degree. As long as I have a hand up to block some light from my weak sensitive baby eyeballs, I’m solid.

Once Seb’s finished, he walks to the steps to put it out in the dirt, and then fucking pockets it. Can’t that still potentially burn a hole? Whatever. I’ll order an ashtray for when he’s around here. He walks down the stairs and heads to the right, towards the backwoods that’ll take him home.

“So uh,” Seb says loud enough that I can hear, walking backwards so he can see me. “See you in a bit?”

A bit? I nod calmly, but can’t control the smile I break into. It’s fucking rad that he wants to be around me just as much as I want to be around him. I lean onto the banister closest to him, trying to seem cooler than I feel, as I respond.

“You should come back once you’re, like, decent or whatever.” I hope I don’t sound too desperate.

He stops, biting his lip and looking to the sky, seeming to think about it. “Nah. I have work to do.”

Oh. Aw…

“ You come to my house,” he demands.

Oh!

“Yeah, sounds good, dude.”

“I’ll text you when I’m ready, yeah?”

“‘Kay.”

He waves and turns around, I wave and watch him leave for a second in disbelief. If there’s anything I distinctly remember him — and, like, everyone else — mentioning, it’s that he prefers to be alone. Like, he really values his privacy.

What’s making me the exception to that? It’s not like I’m anything special. Sure I look decent, I guess. Decent enough that I’m a hot commodity in the valley as we established earlier. But that’s just eye candy. Does he really just feel that safe around me, that we can just vibe so easily together? That shpeel of his yesterday, about feeling cozy around me… it wasn’t just a fluke?

I grin at the thought. Turns out, it’s nice to feel valued. Who knew?!

While I wait for Seb to get ready, I’ll eat something and get started on some more designs for Mooncrest. Feeling antsy, I go for a walk to the saloon for some takeout instead of cooking. I grab a caesar salad with avocado and a soda, tip and thank Gus, and head back out.

I immediately feel something hard bounce against my leg upon exiting.

“Ow…” I mumble. I look down, and there’s a gridball rolling down the stoop and away from my feet.

“Sorry, beautiful.”

Oh dear god no…

I ignore the apology, looking over at the creep slowly approaching me. “Hello, Alex.”

There's always one or two dudes from everyone’s graduating class that never seem to leave their hometown. Bragging about being on varsity lacrosse or whatever when they’re going on 20, even 30. Hitting on local teenagers and young-looking adults alike, because of that weird BaReLy LeGaL fetish so many men seem to have while being in denial of their own rapid aging. Wearing old merch that screams their school spirit will never die.

Alex is that guy.

“I guess I need to work on my form, huh?”

I fake a laugh and hum my affirmation, readying myself to walk away.

“You excited for summer?”

Bro.

“No, not really,” I flatly answer.

“Yo, you’re wild,” he laughs, “summer is the best.”

“Different strokes for different folks, I guess.”

“Yeah. Funny you say stroke, I’ve been working on my backstroke over at the bathhouse.”

“Very cool, Alex.” My voice is absolutely dripping with sarcasm. He apparently has no idea.

“I can show you sometime, maybe you could come to the beach with me.”

Pass.

“We can work on our tans together, don’t want to look all pasty!”

I like pasty. Wait. He’s still talking?

He gasps, eyeing me ravenously. “Do you have a bikini?”

...Ew.

“Why don’t we make these plans another time,” I lie, wishing to spew out all the rude things I’ve been thinking while he rambled to me. “I’ve got some stuff to do.”

“Oh, right! I’ll see you around then, gorgeous!” he winks.

I sure hope not!

I swiftly turn on my heels and walk back towards the farm, feeling icky after that interaction. Alex seems nice at face value, but something just seems so off, so… nasty, about him.

When I make it home, Cannoli greets me by throwing up a few leaves next to my feet. Hello to you too, fucker. I carry him to his indoor water bowl, hoping he’ll rehydrate, and then I quickly clean up his little mess.

Yoba’s sake, I wanted to get some planning done before going to Seb’s. Coworking is nice, but I don’t know how diligent he’ll actually be. Will we really just coexist and do our jobs in the same room together, or is he gonna be goofy? What if I’m the one who feels goofy? Coding takes a lot of focus, though. He wouldn’t invite me over to hang out while he works if he minded the company.

Maybe I’m overthinking... I’m sure I’ll be fine.

After planning some ways to lay down a path and deciding where to put my animals when that time comes, my phone buzzes.

Sebastian > i don’t smell anymore

< thank yoba

< see you in like 20?

Sebastian > fuck you lol

> sooner

< what? why?

Sebastian > wanna see you

< ha, gross

Sebastian > -__-

< ;)

< omw

Sebastian > good girl

I squeak, blush, and feel my entire body heat up instantly as I read that last text. Great, he unlocked a praise kink I didn’t know I had. If he ever says that to me out loud, I’m going to melt on the spot. And now that he’s aware of the effect he has on me, he’s gonna love that shit.

I happily flap around my hands a little bit to shake out the nerves and the horny, shove the last few bites of salad into my mouth, and prepare to head out. I grab my satchel and throw in it my unopened Joja Cola, my supplies, and whatever I had stashed in the fanny pack I used yesterday.

Next, I slip on some black Vans, but stop myself from leaving, realizing I forgot something. Gotta give Cannoli his ritual goodbye pets. Because I’m not a monster.

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“Hey (y/n)! Have a good walk?” Robin greets me from her desk.

“Yeah, I’ll never get tired of the views around here!” I hate this sort of small talk.

“Of course, me neither. What can I do for ya?” Right to business! It’s like she read my mind. Guess the spirits are feeling okay today.

“Nothing for now,” I say, walking to my usual spot across from her. “I’m actually here to see Seb.”

I rub the back of my neck, hoping she doesn’t react. It’s different seeing her now that I know her “plans” for us. I feel a little more on-edge.

She smirks. Oh god. Robin and Seb don’t resemble each other very much, but I can see exactly where he got that look from. She leans over the desk, looking like she’s ready to make a deal or some shit. Very Godfather-esque.

“Sebby’s taken quite a liking to you, hasn’t he?”

I shrug. “I hope he has. Would be kinda awkward hanging out with him if he didn’t,” I nervously laugh.

“Mhm,” she grabs her wooden mug — did she make that herself? — and takes a sip, eyeballing me. “You two have fun last night?” she interrogates. I squint at her and feel a blush creep up on me instantly. “I just want to know what you two were up to! No judgment!”

“I mean,” I shove my hands in my pockets and fiddle around with the fabric, “he walked me home, played with Cannoli while I made him some hot chocolate, and we fell asleep watching a movie. Nothing too fun or exciting.”

Robin hums. “Ok, ok, sounds like a good time… anything else?”

Robin narrows her eyes, with the same menacing grin on her face that her son sometimes shoots my way. She looks like she wants me to say more.

I’m noticing now how odd it is that I’m friends with a mother and son duo. She wants some hot gossip about my night, as any friend and lower-middle-aged woman would. I get it, truly. But at the end of the day, she’s my crush’s mom, for fuck’s sake!

“Robin.”

“(Y/n).”

I lean in and lower my voice, hoping her husband and daughter won’t hear from their lab across the hall. “Are you trying to imply that you think I had sex with your son last night?”

She matches my volume, “I’m just sayin’, he could do a lot worse!”

“Robinnnnn!” I desperately whine, facepalming. She snickers to herself. I point at her in the same way that some people point towards their dogs when scolding them. “We didn’t.”

She snaps, “Drat.”

I tilt my head to the heavens and groan.

“Mom,” I hear a velvety voice say from behind me. Thank fuck he’s here.

“Sebby.”

“What are you doing?”

“We’re just catching up a bit, right (y/n)?”

I look between the two of them, as they await my answer. I see Robin’s signature, mischievous eyebrow waggle and opt to focus on the tall emo boy.

“Please help me, Sebastian.”

Robin continues her calm, yet maniacal, laughter. Seb sighs and puts an arm around me, directing me to the basement, mumbling something to his mother about shutting up. I can’t help but laugh with her, honestly.

“She was doing so good at not openly shipping us, at least around me… then one night together, and bam! She thinks we’re fucking.”

“Oh my god,” he plainly responds, closing his door behind him.

“Encouraged it, even,” I add.

“Oh my god! It was that bad?”

I haven’t looked at him, but his amused malcontent is evident in his voice. I break into a full-blown giggle fit while nodding in response, as I put my things down on the couch adjacent to his desk.

“Your mom actually brought up something I’ve been thinking about,” I tell him.

“You were thinking about fucking me, (y/n)?”

Yeah, and I’ll do it again, I think to myself.

I flop down next to my bag. Seb removes his hoodie, revealing a little midriff in the process. Mmmmm. It’s followed by a white shirt with black sleeves, which he immediately rolls up to his elbows. This is a great look on him. He seats himself next to me.

“Ignoring that question,” I softly elbow him. “What I was going to say is that for such a so-called loner, you seem to like being around me.”

I do a little shimmy as I reach for my phone, curiously about the time. That reminds me, does he actually have a half-naked photo of me on his camera roll now, or was that a bluff? I’ll have to ask about that.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He’s so precious when he’s being sincere. “I feel like I can be myself around you.”

“Can’t around Sam?” I inquire, unable to stop before I realize how nosy I’m being. I mentally smack myself in the face.

He sighs, heavily.

“I dunno. Sam goes crazy if he’s alone for too long. He DMs me almost every day, begging me to go to his place.” He leans his head back and closes his eyes. Sweet Yoba, he has a nice neck…wait no, not the time. Focus, (y/n)! “Doesn’t care if I’m working with a deadline or something, because he doesn’t think I have a ‘real’ job. I like having him around, but it’s a bit much sometimes.”

“Bummer… Abby?”

He scoffs. “Not anymore. That girl has no boundaries.” Wow, really? Haven’t noticed! “She’s nice, but she just doesn't take no for an answer. I could say I’m working, sick, anything and she’ll stop by anyway and complain about being bad at Prairie King, or about how bored she is. Like, no shit, dude. If I'm working I can’t exactly entertain.”

He leans up and starts picking at his nail polish, seeming to get angry just thinking about it. I guess this might be what peeved him so badly, when he caught her staring me down at the saloon.

“And then my mom gives me shit for being a bad friend and rejecting their plans with me all the time, or sitting at my computer too much, because she probably doesn’t think my job is real either.

And then I catch shit from Demetrius because I’m not as accomplished as his daughter. Because he loves to ignore the fact that I’d easily be totally independent from him by now if I’d entered the corporate rat race. Yoba forbid I get successful doing anything else. If I leave this room I’m being harassed by fucking everyone, obviously that would make me aversive towards people.”

As I nod along, I silently hope that he feels better ranting about it, considering I accidentally started this. I can only do so much to take away all this shit he’s dealing with. I start playing with a stray thread on his sleeve, not really noticing that I’m doing it until he shows that he does. He seems to lean a little bit into my touch, and so I lean onto his arm, still twirling the string around between my fingers.

“Sam seems like a good guy, and Abby…” I pause, trying to be careful with my word choice here. “I dunno. She’s nice? I guess? I… dunno. But I definitely get those weird and clingy vibes from her.” He nods. “And you know I’m pretty close with your mom… sure she’s made comments here and there, but she thinks you turned out decently and she tries to ‘get’ you, I know that much.”

Seb tenses up, and I put my other hand on his arm. Fuck, it just occurred to me that trying to be kind towards them probably just sounds like I’m “siding” against him.

“Look, I don’t like talking badly about people even in a context like this. Feels weird… But, I know for certain that it isn’t great that you have all these people in your life that care about you, and yet they don’t respect you. Or at least your job, and your social battery. Regardless of how good any of their intentions might be, that sucks.”

He eases up a bit. Phew.

“You’re the one experiencing all this. So it doesn’t matter what your friends, or your parents, or any other people living in this stupid little town think. In the end, Seb, you’re the one who��s being put down and hurt. I’m really sorry you have to deal with that.”

He takes a moment to process things. I hope he needed the validation; that I didn’t cross a line by interrupting his rant to give my own two cents. I just sorta selfishly wanted to help.

“I appreciate that a lot, (y/n)… thank you,” he responds, resting his head atop mine. “I wish they would apologize though, you know?” he quietly admits. I nod in response. “They really just think I sit here and surf the web all day. Everyone thinks my friends are more productive and valuable than me, just because they leave their rooms more often than I do. It fucking hurts, (y/n).”

I don’t know how to respond without sounding like a broken record or getting too sappy, so I give his arm a little hug. I have an inkling of a feeling that touch is his love language, just based on our interactions so far. I hope I’m right, because holy shit, he’s comfy.

“Using my body again, huh?” I can’t see his face but I know there’s a cheeky grin on it.

I pull away, about to argue that it isn’t my fault he’s a wonderful pillow. But before I can say anything, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me to his chest.

He whispers, “Sorry for shoving all of my shit at you like that, out of nowhere. I didn’t mean to, I just—”

“Don’t worry about it,” I cut him off. “You don’t need to apologize. I’m really glad I can be here for you.” I sink into his chest a bit further. “Thanks for trusting me, Sebastian.”

He gives me a tiny squeeze, and chuckles. “Full-naming me, huh?”

“Shut up…”

I can hear and feel his heartbeat on my cheek, which in turn rushes the beating of my own. His pulse seems pretty steady, for such an avid smoker. I put my hand on his lower belly to play with yet another loose thread. Must be an old shirt. His heart quickens its pace. I giggle, knowing that I have that sort of power.

“Hm?”

I reach up, placing my palm against his chest. “Your heart…”

It goes a little bit faster as I point it out. Heh, I like this game.

“Whatever…”

I chuckle and I look up at him, meeting his gaze, which I didn’t even know was on me ‘til now. How long has he been just watching me up there?

Oh fuck, it’s like that moment with Sam again. Seb is just inspecting me. And I feel just as calm as that night on the beach, but so much more giddy. I ball up the part of his shirt that I’m touching into my fist, stimming my butterflies away the best I can.

I study Seb’s profile, since the opportunity basically presented itself on an obsidian platter.

His eyebrows are thick, but well-kempt. He has perfect cheekbones. A few light birthmarks scatter around his skin, just like on the arm that was draped around me this morning. He’s got long, dark eyelashes framing his blue, almost purple eyes. And his lips aren’t thick, just average-sized, I guess, but they’re nice. So nice.

They look so soft. This is my first time smelling his “normal” breath. The scent of his cigarettes lingers, because of course, but it’s spearminty otherwise. Sweet, almost.

I wonder if he tastes sweet, too.

Sam pussied out of kissing me, and I was thankful. I didn’t really want to kiss him, nor did I want to deal with the baggage of it. Seb, on the other hand…

I’m pulled from my stupid little fantasy when Seb wets his lips and smirks. I shudder at the sight, but not without realizing I’ve been staring at his mouth for such a hot minute. Fuck.

I lower my eyes and reposition, my face and ears hot, and mumble a quiet “sorry.” This earns a laugh and some light head rubs from Seb. I still wish that wasn’t so comforting…

I feel myself dozing off a little after a few minutes of snuggling against his strong heartbeat, but manage to jolt myself awake.

“Oh god damnit,” I yawn, standing up to stretch.

“Hm?”

“Mm'sleepy.”

I grab the soda from my bag and crack it open, promptly downing it. He laughs at me, then checks his phone.

His phone…

Hm…

Oh!

“Hey,” I try to sound serious as I sit on the couch, up on my knees so that I can level myself with him. He looks a little surprised, but tickled. Haha so funny, local sMoL bEaN tries being assertive! Ugh. “Did you actually take a picture of me in my underwear?”

He chuckles, but doesn’t answer, directing his focus back to his device. I’m about to try and regain his attention, thinking he’s ignoring me for shits and gigs. But then, he holds it up. And there I am, in all my unclothed glory... I do look kinda spicy from that angle, not gonna lie, but that’s not the point!

“Oh my fucking god,” I deadpan.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Why?”

“You told me to,” he states, giving me that evil grin again.

I nod and suck my bottom lip to process this. “Cool! Delete it?”

“If you want me to, sure.”

“I mean,” I cross my arms and plant my butt onto the cushion next to him, my body twisted to face the left side of his. “Why would you need it, now that you’ve… proven your point, or whatever the fuck.”

He inhales deeply, but holds that stupid, devilish, punchable smile, and turns his body towards mine.

“Do you want the honest answer, (y/n)?”

…Fuck.

I’m entranced by the dark smolder he’s giving me. I wanna hear him say what I think he’s going to say, what I hope he’s going to say, no matter how embarrassing it might feel. I nod my head and mutter quietly, smirking, wanting to match his energy the best I can. Confidence is key.

“Yup. Full truth.”

“Well.”

He leans in just as tantalizingly close as he did this morning, in my bed, trapping me against the arm rest. He’s blushing wildly, but I can tell he’s loving this. He knows he’s a tease, and it’s been confirmed he enjoys being one. And he knows I do as well.

“You’re ridiculously sexy…”

Oh my god. He’s leaning in more, and his lips are literally grazing mine as he speaks, but not quite closing the gap. The sensation is making me squirm.

“…and I don’t know if I’ll ever get to see you like that again,” he continues bluntly. “So I wanted something to look back to, just in case.”

Oh no.

Parroting his sly comment from earlier, I narrow my eyes. “Were you thinking about fucking me, Sebastian?”

He pulls away a little to snort back a laugh. His eyes locked onto my own, he nods, and then murmurs, “Yeah, I was.”

I can’t form words so I just let out a breathy laugh in response. I lean my forehead up onto his, roll my eyes shut, and grab a fistful of his top in each of my hands, groaning. It feels as if I’ve just done a workout, and this will help me recover.

Reactively, he cups my face in his hands. He is absolutely destroying me. I want him so badly, but we’ve never even kissed. This is, like, fast, no? Maybe not. Ugh. I want to kiss him, but I don’t have those sorta balls.

But like… wow.

“Seb?”

He hums curiously, but I don’t even know what to say. I just want to say his name. Over, and over, and over. I just shake my head, and he seems to accept that.

We continue to observe each other, up close, rubbing noses, still refusing to close the gap between our mouths. Teasing whatever’s to come next, if anything comes next. There’s nothing stopping us from just fucking kissing already, but we’re both content as is, intoxicated off of each other.

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 3

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: After a thorough interrogation from Abby, you and Sebastian get to know each other better.

Author’s Note: n/a

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The four of us grab some drinks and a pizza to share, and proceed to the back room, where there’s a few games to play. Abby and I plop down on a couch each in the back corner while Sam and Sebastian play pool. Seb is kicking Sam’s ass. I wonder how I’d hold up against them?

“If I could give the cue ball a bit of a top spin, maybe I could… ” the poor guy mutters to himself. At least he’s trying his best.

“So, are you up for a game of 20 questions while those weirdos do their thing?”

“The word guessing one, or the truth-or-dare-but-without-the-dare one?”

“Uhh, the second.”

“What is this, Tinder?”

She snorts, “Are you in or not?”

I shrug, chug a few swigs of my beer, and get cozy.

“You first, then.”

She thinks for a moment.

I go for another sip while I wait, when suddenly she blurts out, “What’s your type?”

I nearly choke, holding back a laugh. “God, this really does feel like Tinder, I dunno. I haven’t been with that many people.”

“Welllll, what do you look for in a person then?”

“Nothing in particular.”

“Not even a little bit of a preference?”

“Nope.”

“What do the people you’ve been with look like then?”

She’s very intense. It’s a little uncomfortable — no, very uncomfortable. But now that my lightweight ass has had the whole 2 drops of alcohol that it takes for me to feel bolder, I might as well have fun with it.

Giving her a diabolical grin, I ask, “Are you hitting on me, Abigail?”

This brings Seb and Sam’s attention to us. They continue playing, but I can feel their eyes boring into us. Abby’s cheeks turn beet red and she laughs, shoving down some more beer. She doesn’t answer, so I’m unsure if she’s actually been called out, or if she’s just embarrassed by my question.

Based on our subpar interaction involving Sebastian earlier, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s trying to figure out if I’d be into him. It’s more fun to assume differently, though.

I think briefly, trying to remember something that everyone I’ve dated – or, you know, canoodled with – had in common.

“They were all taller than me.” Not like that’s hard to do. “Does that work?”

All three of them nod. Abby shrugs and mutters a grumpy “I suppose” with a mouthful of pizza, while the guys resume concentration on their own game.

“Alright, you’re up,” she urges, popping some emphasis onto the “p” sound.

I nod towards her hair.

“Why purple?”

“What’s wrong with purple?” A fair response.

“Nothing, it looks pretty! I’m just curious.”

Abby explains something about amethysts, hair dye, and ~magic~. I don’t entirely understand, but I do my best to follow along.

Basically, she dyed it purple in high school, because amethysts are her favorite mineral. She described them as delicious, and I genuinely cannot tell if she’s just the type that uses that word casually, or if she just… eats rocks.

After dying it in what Abby thought was a simple act of self-care combined with teenage rebellion, her hair remained purple. Like, the roots literally just never grew back in with the natural light brown she was apparently born with.

It sounds like a load of bullshit, but for some reason, I believe her. Something does seem magical about this place.

“You know,” I say following her story, “The first thing that came to mind when I first saw you outside was that your hair reminds me of amethysts.”

“Oh!” She’s completely gleaming. “That’s really cool actually. Thanks!” We had a rough start, had me sweatin’ for sure, so hopefully that got me some brownie points. I just want friends, man. “I have more questions for you, lady.”

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Once a few more beers are in all of us and Sam has had enough losses for the night, Abby finally eases up on the interrogation (who in the western world asks a stranger for their blood type?!) and summons Sam to dance with her by the jukebox across the bar.

By “summon,” I mean she pulls Sam up from his seat on the cushion next to me, and starts preemptively dancing in an attempt to convince him. It doesn’t take much effort — Sam said a second ago that he just wants to chill, but the smile and light shimmying of his shoulders says otherwise.

Abby seems to know better than to try and make Sebastian dance, and after I profusely decline, she leaves me alone too. She calls me boring, but I shrug and accept the defeat, as she takes Sam’s hand and leads him to the source of the music.

I look around, people-watching a bit. There’s a gorgeous redheaded girl at the opposite corner of the place, eyeballing me while talking to a man with the absolute most luscious strawberry-blonde hair I’ve ever seen. I smile, and so does she — then her friend turns and grins too, and I return it with a wave. He seems gentlemanly, and the girl’s the outdoorsy type if I had to guess. I love it. I gotta meet them properly, but definitely not tonight. I’d make a fool out of myself.

I look over at Sebastian. He seems to be doing the same thing as me — just sorta people-watching — so I won’t bug him. I do want to get to know him, being that I’m practically obsessed with him for some fucking reason lord help me, but I’d rather save that stuff for when he’s ready. If he ever is. There’s always the possibility that we simply never hang out again after this.

As if he read my mind, Sebastian gets up and strolls over to the couch that I’m thoroughly draped across, investigating me with curious eyes the whole way over. Can’t help but get a little flustered under his gaze like that…

I scoot over a bit to make room, but in my drunken state, I accidentally let my whole upper body flop onto his arm. He doesn’t move away. Right when I’m wondering if I should give him some space, he almost seems to lean into the contact. Fine by me, handsome.

“Out of all the places y’could live,” he slurs a bit, “you chose Pelican Town?”

I look at his face ready to answer, but as I realize our proximity I can feel my cheeks burning. His own cheeks are pretty rosy from the alcohol, and it’s a cute look on him.

I have the urge to cup his face with my hand and kiss his stupid pink cheeks, but I resist.

Sober me will thank me for that.

I move over a bit. Now that there’s adequate room between us, I can answer him without getting my panties in a twist.

“I had no direction in life, a miserable desk job, and no friends to keep me grounded,” I say in one long exhale.

He looks confused. Before I can inquire why, he asks, “Didn’t you come from the city?” I nod. “There’s tons of jobs and people there. Why waste that here?”

“I’m too anxious to have just changed my shit around while I was there,” I can feel my voice lowering, as I pour my heart out to a practical stranger. This is terrible — I’m sober enough to know what’s going on, but drunk enough that I can’t hold back. Gotta ease up next time I’m here. “And people are frickin’ scary. I’ve just gotten kinda good at pretending I don’t think so when I’m around them, I guess… I could only pretend for so long, you know?”

Seb’s eyes linger on me, and he nods slowly, probably knowing how I feel if Robin’s spiel on him was any indication. I inhale the last of my beer. I chase it with some water, offering him some from my glass, which he accepts.

“I was only coming here in the first place with the intent to,” I pause and wave a hand in the direction of Lewis, who’s sitting at a table with Marnie on the other side of the saloon — “Fulfill the duty Mayor Lewis bestowed upon me. Usually I can’t stand crowded places like this.”

“Oh yeah? What happened to that?”

“You guys did,” I laugh.

He chuckles with a lazy, smug grin plastered on his face.

I reposition myself to face him. I prop up my crossed arms onto my left side, where the back cushion of the sofa starts to sink down, and I lean my chin on my forearms. My knees are tucked to my chest, but I have bike shorts on under my skirt, so I'm not exactly in a scandalous position.

From here, I do a little more inspecting. I found it surprising that Sebastian willingly talked to me, given his introvertedness and generally cold demeanor, but even more so when he came and sat next to me. What’s up with this guy?

I stare a little too long again, and he notices. Oh no, my sappy drunk is kicking in! Before I can yield, I word-vomit, “Y’know, you’re really cool.”

For fuck’s sake, lady!

A dark blush dusts my face and my eyes widen as I look down at the couch – why the fuck would I say that after he caught me trying to scope him out again? I look back up, in an attempt to assess the situation.

His neatly groomed eyebrows are furrowed, and his mouth’s barely ajar, but curving into a smirk nonetheless. I feel the blush spreading to my ears, rather than dissipating, because of course! So I shove my face into my arms.

“What makes you say that?” Sebastian asks after a moment. I can hear a smile lingering in his voice.

I just shrug and answer with a muffled “Fuck, I dunno,” hoping he’ll hear. I know I’ll say something stupid about how nice, and hot, and whatever I think he is if I look up or open my big mouth again.

“Well,” he continues, which I assume means he saw the shrug, “you’re pretty neat too, I guess. For a farmer.”

I giggle, with another muffled “Fuck.” He can’t see it, but I’m smiling like an absolute madlad right now.

I peer up after a bit, still refusing to look at the gorgeous man sitting next to me, and see Sam and Abby watching us as they dance. Sam looks intrigued, but happy, as he often seems to.

Abby seems… annoyed? Angry? I can’t put my finger on it. I wonder why she’s grilling the shit out of me, until I realize how close Seb and I have drifted to each other — ah, that’s why. I look up at him, and he’s watching Abby menacingly stare at me. He looks tense .

I’m about to ask if he’s alright, but he stands up. Seb offers me a hand – I’m assuming he either knows I’m worried, or he knows there’s a possibility of me struggling to get up on my own right now if I tried. Or maybe he’s just sweet and feelin’ handsy.

“Let’s ditch ‘em for a bit. I need air.”

As we stumble out, I lock eyes with Robin, who’s dancing with, I’m assuming, Demetrius. She gives me a wave as she’s spun around, I toss up a peace sign in return. Her eyes widen when she sees that I’m leaving with her son, and she waggles her eyebrows at me. I try to ignore her in the most polite possible way, by ducking my head as I exit.

The moment we step outside, Sebastian leans on the wall, lets out a huge, sexy mmmmm, breathy groan he seemed to be holding in, and promptly begins to smoke.

“You alright?” I quietly inquire, stopping mid-sentence to swallow a hiccup.

“I’d rather not get into it.”

“You got it, sir,” I salute him and lean against (or, more likely, fall into) the wall as well.

It’s still drizzling, but not pouring like earlier, and it’s just a tad windy. This is nice. I love the rain, when I don’t have to be moving around so much underneath it. I slide down the wall to sit on the wet ground, and to my surprise, Seb joins me.

I ask him for a smoke. He asks if I smoke. I say no. He lightly scolds me for even thinking to do that to myself. I scold him for doing it too, although I make sure to boldly emphasize how edgy and cool he looks doing it. He rolls his eyes and lets me take a puff of his cigarette, which I promptly give back, having taken too big of a hit for my poor virgin lungs.

Once my coughing fit dies down, we have a few minutes of comfortable silence. In the midst of it, I’m overcome with sleepiness. Our silly, brief conversations are revved up again, saving me from dozing off. Lotta friendly banter, while also getting to know each other:

Seb’s naturally a ginger, like Robin, who I just learned was in her late teen years when she had him. Similarly to Abigail, his hair stopped coming in his natural color at some point.

He got homeschooled until Sam moved here. They became friends on the playground one day, and that same day they both managed to convince Robin to let Seb go to Sam’s public school out of town.

He was bullied by most people there — called homophobic slurs because he wore eyeliner and nail polish, shoved around in the hallway, had his clean clothes stolen after gym class once, all that fun stuff. God, teenagers suck.

I share some of my story too. Nothing special, pretty similar to his in some ways. Got bullied a lot, not because I “looked gay,” but because I just looked like a stereotypical nerd.

I moved around a bit, had a hard time fitting in partially because of that and partially due to a constant ongoing identity crisis that only started to dwindle down, like, when I was free from corporate Ferngill. So, this week.

I had dyed my hair a few times here and there, but unlike my new neighbors, it grew back naturally. We unanimously declare that it’s gotta be something in the water here, fucking with people’s biological makeup.

Once I feel sober enough to walk, I begin my farewell of sorts. “I gotta get going, I’m wiped.”

Sebastian nods in response. I’m about to leave, but I stop myself, turning back to him.

“This was a lot of fun. Tell Sam I said thanks for roping me into it. And,” I shoot him some corny ass finger guns, “thank you for dealin’ with me.”

He shoots me a genuine, sleepy-eyed smile, “You got it, (y/n).”

Hearing Seb say my name for the first time gives me chills. He sure is having an affect on me, but I can’t pinpoint why. Maybe it’s just because he looks really good, and I’m still very tipsy, and it’s been too long since I’ve gotten laid.

It’s gotta be that. Like, totally is.

“Get home safe,” he adds, stomping out his cigarette and heading back inside.

“You too, emo boy.”

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Falling Away With You | Ch. 9

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: ThErE wAs OnLy OnE bEd!!!1!1!

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“Oh my god,” I whisper.

It’s 9 in the morning. I woke up wanting some water, but was stopped by two ivory arms wrapped around me. This isn’t happening. I peer over my shoulder and Seb is fast asleep, spooning me, looking as perfect as ever.

“Oh my GOD, ” I this time silently mouth to myself.

He moans — not like a sex moan, but still enough of a moan to do things to me — in his slumber, tightening his hold around my waist. Oh my god!!!

I suppose I have no choice but to accept my fate. I will simply never hydrate again.

Feeling bold, I lay my hand on his, and trace the curves of his wrist and the light birthmarks on his forearms that I never noticed he was painted with. I finally get to see if his alleged tattoo is a tattoo or not. It is, and it’s a little semicolon. Fitting, considering what he’d shown me yesterday.

I sink further into the bed, scooting back a little in the process, really soaking up this moment. I feel Seb shift behind me — shit, act asleep, (y/n)! I shut my eyes, and try to emulate a deep slumber with my breathing.

“I know you’re awake, (y/n),” he taunts. My stomach does a flip at the sound of his morning rasp.

I fake an exaggerated snore, which earns me a light pinch on the side that I can’t help but laugh at.

“Sorry,” I sigh, “you’re comfy…”

“Mhm... First my clothes, now my body ?!” He exaggerates fake-shock as I flip over to face him. “What else will you steal from me for your own pleasure, (y/l/n)?”

I observe him, my eyes dramatically roaming his face. I place my fingers underneath his chin, tilting my head and his around. Getting a better view of the specimen before me. Inspecting a precious jewel. He’s giggling, and it’s infectious. It's so fucking hard to keep up my facade right now.

After much contemplation, I respond, “Your hair.”

“What? Why?” he asks, brows furrowed as he beams a smile.

“It’s super fluffy lookin’. Would make a good pillow.”

Seb shrugs as he sits up to pop his back, while I roll onto mine. Morning breath, bedhead, and all, he’s still one of the most attractive people I’ve ever met. I can only imagine how crusty I look, on the other hand.

“Sorry about knocking out so fast last night,” I sheepishly apologize.

“Me too,” he follows. “I tried waiting until you stopped leaning on me to sneak out, but once 4ish came around, I nodded off.”

“Oh Yoba, I fell asleep on you?”

He laughs, “It’s fine, I was just glad you were getting some rest after the tough day you had.” The butterflies in my tummy flutter at his concern. “Mom’s gonna be so annoying about this, though,” he groans as he stretches his arms over his head, subsequently rubbing his eyes.

“Why? Is she not a fan of you sleeping out?”

He chuckles, shaking his head, “She hasn’t worried about my whereabouts in over a decade, probably.”

He flops back down next to me, and I shimmy onto my side to face him, blushing at how close we are once more. Ha... I thought Sam hovering over me on the beach felt so scandalous , meanwhile I’m just comfortably bashful with this whole hunk a couple of inches away.

“It’s kind of funny, uh…” he goes on, sighing and closing his eyes. “She’s been wanting to set us up.”

“ O-oh?”

“Yeah…” He sighs, his lids opening to reveal the deep indigo orbs locking onto my (e/c) ones. “She thinks you’re really great, (y/n).”

I feel so frickin’ soft — Robin’s been so caring and helpful towards me. It’s just rad to know it was genuine, you know? Not just out of moral obligation or something… A shy smile creeps up on me.

“Which is why,” he sighs, propping himself up on his side, “she’s going to pester me for sleeping here. And why she thinks we would be a good match. Allegedly...” He shrugs and rolls his eyes teasingly during that last word. I spot the corner of his mouth twitching, underneath the light blush across his skin.

“Who woulda thunk,” I respond quietly, reaching up to touch and admire his dark quartz — onyx, maybe? — gauges, “that I’d be such a hot commodity in the valley?”

Seb tilts his head a little to let me get a better look at his piercings, his gaze honing back onto me once I lower my hand. “Of course. What else are all, like, 5 of us here going to do when a cute new girl shows up?”

...Cute?

I lean up a little to match him, as my face contorts into a shit-eating grin. “Cute, huh?” I pair it with an annoying dance of my eyebrows.

Seb glares at me, a mischievous glint in his eye, and he pushes me back down to where I was. He scoots over a bit. I assume he’s about to crawl over me so he can get off the bed. Instead, he maneuvers himself on top of me. He softly “mhm”s, answering my question, his face is no more than 2 inches from mine.

Our noses almost touching, combined with the slight breeze of his breath on my lips, makes me shudder involuntarily. I feel a deep crimson forming on my face, as if I wasn’t easy enough to read already.

Fuuuuck , this is hot… no! You gotta contain yourself, (y/n). He basically called me a bottom at the Egg Fest, but I want to be a power bottom, damnit! This is the time to Prove! Him! Wrong!

Seb uses his thumb and forefinger to gently take hold of my chin, and slightly tilts my face to the side. As he does this, he lowers his head down further, his lips brushing my ear in the process. “You heard me, baby,” he basically purrs.

“B-baby?” I squeak, stunned.

I let out a shaky breath as I turn to goo beneath him. So much for being a power bottom. I feel him smile against my skin… and then he’s gone. He makes his way to my bathroom, chuckling to himself. Cheeky little prick.

For a so-called shut-in, this man knows exactly what he’s doing. Luckily, my hands are under the blankets, so he couldn’t see me clinging to the sheets to distract myself from the heat forming between my legs.

I lay there for a sec, and realize that maybe I’m actually kind of mad about what he just did. Very aroused - I’d easily still let him have his way with me in that moment if he’d tried — but pissed . Dude almost definitely knows I have the hots for him, which is whatever. But… should I just let him take advantage of that? Am I being dramatic?

“What the fuck was that bro ?!” I shout before he can close the door.

“What was what?” I hear a muffled Seb respond through the walls. I groan, loudly, trying to let the tingles in my legs die down before skulking over to him.

I wait against the wall of the shallow corridor connecting the bathroom with the kitchen. When Seb appears, I shove him into my previous spot — admittedly struggling more than I thought I would. For a twig, Seb is heavy and strong.

“Dude.”

“Yeah, what’s up?” he coolly responds, staring down at me. His eyes tell me he knows his effect on me. Or, that he at least has some sort of effect, if not the correct one.

Suddenly, I can’t form words. Maybe I’m just reacting so strongly because I’m incredibly horny for this guy.

What am I doing?

We stand there for a moment, my hands firmly cupped onto his arms, my teeth gnawing at the inside of my cheek. We’re looking into each other’s eyes, neither of us knowing what in the fuck I was trying to accomplish here.

I groan a “nevermind” in agony and smack the wall next to him before locking myself in the bathroom to cool down. I hear him chuckle from the other side of the door and just shake it off.

I almost forgot that I’m still wearing his clothes, and feel a little giddy at the sight until splashing some cold water on my face. After I have a pee, I turn on the shower, and brush my teeth while waiting for it to heat up.

Maybe the sound of me showering will be enough of a tease to get my revenge? Like, oh Sebby, don’t you wish you could see me? You know, washing my body? Uh… nakedly???~

…No. Stop it you little freak.

I look at my dumbass self in the mirror, staring into my annoyed, defeated eyes. I groan again.

I wonder if getting off real quick would release this pent up, sexually induced anger.

Only one way to find out, I shrug to myself, stepping into the water.

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It did help a little bit.

I walk back into the main room, wet and freshly combed hair falling down my back, cheeks still rosy from the orgasm and hot water combo.

I’m wearing nothing but yesterday’s bra and panties, and it’s totally not because I want Seb to be as sexually frustrated as he made me. No, not at all.

It’s just that I put his clothes into the washer already… and that possibly turning him on would be an added perk to not having brought a clean change of clothes to the bathroom with me.

He’s sitting at the edge of my bed, phone in one hand and Cannoli under the other. The sound of my closet opening prompts him to look up, and out of the corner of my eye I can see him watching me. I smirk when I notice the device fall out of his hand. I peer towards him as he picks it up, and when he locks onto me again, I narrow my eyes.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I say, directing my view back to my clothes.

“ …Ok .”

“Wait what?”

When I turn back, he’s lowering his phone. That fucker actually did it. He looks so smug! I wish that I hated him.

“Y’know, Sebby , I had the impression that you were so nice and sweet. Truly spent most of my time in your care yesterday thinking about that,” I theatrically monologue to Seb as I turn away from him. I take off yesterday’s bra, and replace it with a dark gray replica of the tank top I wore yesterday, no bra underneath. We cannot be contained today. “Where the fuck did all that go? Hm?” I ask over my shoulder while flattening the hem of my shirt.

He shrugs, seeming satisfied with himself. “I could say the same to you,” he boasts, nodding to my half-naked body.

I roll my eyes, “Don’t get your panties in a twist.” I yoink out a pair of ripped mom jeans, and wave them slightly in Seb’s direction. “I’ll be in pants in no time.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll let you in my pants.”

I snort a little while trying to hold back laughter. “Damn it,” I respond, both of us now snickering.

I pluck a fresh pair of panties at random, trying not to overthink things while a hot guy is watching my every move.

“Cute choice,” he notes.

“Fuck you.”

I’m about to head back to the bathroom to change, when he comes over and takes me by the hand.

“Hey,” Seb says softly, but sternly. I look up at him and furrow my brows, about to question him. Suddenly becoming conscious of just how exposed I am, I feel shrunken. Regardless of what he’s about to say, though, he’s visibly concerned.

“I just wanted to say that I hope I didn’t cross any lines. Today or in the past. Make sure you tell me if I ever do, yeah?”

I don’t really know how to respond, it’s like a switch flipped. Feels as though he read my mind during my weird, horny internal debate.

When I don’t answer, he continues. “I meant what I said, when I called you cute, (y/n), don’t get me wrong,” he lets out a breathy laugh. “But I value you for so much more than your looks. And I don’t want to fuck anything up or make you feel uncomfortable just because I get… bold , from time to time, y’know? Just say the words, and I’ll lay off.”

I can’t help but just gaze at him in awe for a second while I process how gentle he’s being now. I smile and nod.

“Thanks,” I look down at the pile of clothes in my arms bashfully.

He hums. “Now go put those on, you’re killing me.”

As if drawn by magnets, my gaze directs immediately to his crotch.

Oh.

Oh yes.

“ Bro , what the fuck!” he complains, covering the slight tent as I scurry away, fiendishly giggling to myself.

As I’m putting on clothes, I remember that it’s Friday. I missed the past month or so of Saloon hang outs due to being balls deep in yard work after the first I attended. I want to go tonight, but I don’t want it to be weird.

I opt to straighten my hair, so I at least look a little less messy than usual if I decide to have fun later. I don’t plan on sweating enough to need a re-shower, as I’m going to just spend today doing what I meant to do yesterday. It’s pretty sedentary work.

While the iron heats up, I step out into the kitchen. I’m about to yell to Seb that I can make him some coffee if he wants it, but he’s already doing it himself. This feels so domestic, I love it.

“Need any help?” I ask, startling him. I chuckle at his little jump. “Sorry.”

He shakes his head. “Just finished.” Stepping toward me, he hands me a mug. This is the same one I gave him last night… I peer towards the sink and it’s empty of the coffee spinner and couple of spoons I’d left in there.

“D-did you wash my dishes?”

“While you were showering,” he nods. “It’s the least I could do, since I’ve been loitering here all morning,” he says matter-of-factly. “And night.” He winks after that part. Bastard.

I finally take the coffee, feeling a little tickled that he thinks he owes me anything.

“You didn’t have to, Seb.” I take a sip. For fuck’s sake, I should’ve known that this dark and edgy boy would like his coffee dark and edgy too. “I like havin’ ya around,” I choke out while reaching for the fridge.

“Not a fan of black coffee?”

“Not in the slightest,” I chuckle, pouring some fresh milk – thanks again, Marnie! – into the mug. I open the cabinet above me for sugar, which is on the top shelf, and brace myself for the embarrassment of having to climb for it in front of someone. I lift my knee, and—

“Stop.”

That sounded so harsh, for no reason. Super hot, holy shit, but like… still harsh.

I look over my shoulder, annoyance clear on my face. “No?” I keep my knee propped up, ready to rebel.

Seb takes a step forward, closing the small gap that was between us. He looks away for just a moment to put his own mug down beside me, simultaneously tapping the lifted thigh with his other set of knuckles.

He’s giving me that look again. Same stare that he gave me during his weird shenanigan earlier this morning, except this time without the smirk.

I slowly lower my leg, hypnotized by his gaze and very clearly not rebelling. I’m totally flustered. He’s standing behind me, my back pressed against him for the second time today. He leans over me with ease to grab what I was reaching for.

He drops the lidded bowl into my hand and looks at me expectantly. He hasn’t moved. He ensures he isn’t going to move by caging me in, his hands clamping to the edge of the countertop.

“Thanks, ya freak,” I mumble, trying not to enjoy whatever the fuck this is.

He’s still not moving. Or talking to me, apparently. Ok, cool. Whatever. That’s fine. I’m fine.

I pour a few teaspoons of sugar into my cup and put the lid back on. He takes it from me and puts it back, this time moving some things around to get it on a more easily accessible shelf. Stirring my coffee, I glare at him. He beams, gives me a frickin’ headpat — what is it with him and Sam patting my head?! — and walks away with his mug back in his grasp.

I follow him into the other room, noting but ignoring that my straightener is likely more than hot enough by now. He sits at the table in my only chair, sort of giving me the advantage…

Even if my standing height is barely above his sitting.

Either way, It’s over Anakin. I have the high ground.

Sebastiakin?

No. Sebastian.

Don’t make this worse, (y/n).

“Ok we gotta talk about something,” I announce, putting my mug down with one hand and slapping the wooden surface with the other.

“What’s up?”

“Two things, actually,” I elaborate. “One, why’d you stop me from climbing? I do it without you around all the time, I don’t need help!”

“Don’t want to watch you hurt yourself.”

“Again, I do it all the —“

“Don’t want to take the chance of watching you hurt yourself,” he corrects himself.

Fair, but I won’t voice that I think so. I just narrow my stare at him instead.

“Whatever. Two, why do you keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” Seb smirks this time, but tries to hide it behind the mug that he’s lifting to his lips.

“You know what!” I whine, frankly exasperated from experiencing so much sexual tension today. He chuckles.

“Pfft, fine.” He puts down his much and leans his elbows on the table. “You’re easy to tease, and you’re adorable when you’re flustered.” How is he saying this so casually? “It’s just fun to get sort of cheeky with you, is all. Like I said, if you want me to stop...” Seb rests his chin on a closed fist as he gestures vaguely with his other hand, and waits for my response.

Basically admitting that I enjoy his flirtatiousness, I close my eyes to mutter under my breath, “No, it’s… it’s fine.”

He laughs and shrugs, " There’s my little weirdo.”

Totally gonna ignore that the use of “my” in his sentence made my heart go nuts…

“Oh, okay. So I’m a weirdo because I think this shit’s kinda fun, too?” I defend dryly, rolling my eyes. “That’s peachy, coming from the guy who thinks turning me on is, like, peak entertainment or whatever.”

He furrows his eyebrows and grins wickedly. Maniacally, even. I gulp.

“(Y/n),” he growls, sending a chill down my spine. He shakes his head at me, eyes visibly darkening like some sort of fucking hellspawn. “I thought I was just embarrassing you.”

“Well, yeah, what do you mea— ”

“You just said it turns you on, yeah?”

…Fuck?

I suck in through my teeth, cringing at my own words coming back to bite me.

I don’t answer, unsure of how to. Even this is turning me on, how am I supposed to feel cozy after admitting that he’s been rattling my ovaries around all fucking day? Suddenly feeling shy again, I lean on the table, head in hands. Without seeing him, I can hear his evil snorts.

I look at him from where I am after a hot second, palms supporting my temple, still unsure of what to say. Seb is still waiting for me to rebuttal. He’s gnawing at his lower lip, not in a sexy way, but rather like he’s trying to stop himself from saying something snarky.

“My hair iron is probably ready,” I mumble before escaping the situation.

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