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music enthusiast

former english major

marijuana user

can be found at the spa during winter

book hoarder

fondest memory is farming with grandpa

(will be) married to sebastian

pets

miso (brown/orange cat)

eclipse (will eventually adopt)

birthday is spring 25

likes

cherries

fire opal

triple shot espresso

morels

pumpkin soup

dislikes

haunted skull

dried mushrooms

bug steak

radish salad

cockle

likes going in the mines

dislikes public transportation

favorite villagers

sebastian

sam

abigail

robin

linus

FEELING VERY Nervous(tm) ABOUT MY LAST POST HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT IF U DONT THATS FINE IM JSUT GONNA THROW MY PHONE IN THE RAVINE SO I NEVER KNWO !

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Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter

Read it on ao3

TW: Smut. This whole chapter is smut.

Fifteen.

He was obedient. He may have taken the lead but everything I asked for, I got. “On your knees,” I said after we had entered the farmhouse with our lips and tongues tangled together. Like if we both devour each other this feeling will last forever. He wasn’t hesitant to obey me, sinking down to his knees, burying himself in my dress, taking my panties off with his teeth, and kissing up and down my thighs. Forget porno, how many romance novels has this guy read? His slender fingers danced across my skin, like how I imagined Michaelangelo touched his marble before carving the Statue of David from it. I gasp under his touch, growing wetter the longer I had to wait.

“Spell it out for me,” he says using my previous words against me, “tell me what you want me to do.” He lays his tongue flat at the bottom of my entrance and licks all the way up to my clit, giving it a good suck before pulling it away. An involuntary whimper escapes my throat and he goes back to kissing my inner thighs. He takes some of the fragile skin between his teeth and gently nips. I groan at the pinching on my thighs, slinging my leg onto his shoulder.

“Eat me,” I say, “I know you’re starving.” He doesn’t hesitate to lap at my wet cunt and we moan in synch at contact.

“So…divine,” he whimpers into me while lapping every fold until he lands on my clit. I inhaled sharply but he already knew where he was before my indication. His tongue piercing dances around my clit as he sucks, nips, and attacks.

“Ohhh…fuck,” I moan, wondering if he knew what he was doing when he got his tongue pierced. “More.” Obediently, he inserts a finger into my soft and gushing hole. The feeling is enough to make me tremble, but I need more. “More,” I gasp, feeling his finger flick inside me before inserting his second finger. The second finger stretches me out ever so slightly before I relax and tighten around his fingers. I wanted to see so desperately how my cunt swallowed his long, pretty fingers as they grazed my g-spot. He makes his fingers into a “come hither” motion and I start to squirm. He was hitting all the right spots at the same time with the flick of his tongue and the twist of his wrist. That familiar knot in my stomach emerges, growing larger every time he caresses the spongy spot deep inside me which releases the whiniest moan I’ve ever produced. 

“Oh?” he says as he detaches his lips from my pussy, “do you like it when I do that?” he aggressively pokes the spot again and another moan escapes my lips. “Oh, darlin’ you’re so close. Cum on my face for me, would ya?” his tongue attacks my clit again, swirling in circles and sucking until I can’t hold back anymore. With each moan I release, the faster he moves his fingers and tongue until I’m clenching so hard I fear that I’ll break his fingers. I hear him whimper from under my dress as he laps up the cream that came from my cunt. “Sooo good,” he moans and I shove his face deeper into me with the leg I had draped over his shoulder. 

“I…I’m gonna…” a deep moan escapes my lips, perhaps the most guttural noise I have ever made in my lifetime. His fingers work even faster as my eyes roll into the back of my head and I release. Sebastian continues to lap at me while I ride out my climax, moaning as he did so. I slide down the door, banging my knees on the hardwood as I land. He pulls his head out from underneath my dress, his t-shirt collar and chin soaked from my orgasm. He takes the two fingers he had inside me and sucks my juices off of them.

“You are the most divine thing I’ve ever tasted,” he says softly before placing a kiss on my lips, letting me taste myself. I deepen the kiss by biting his bottom lip and he lets out a low moan. I pull away and palm the bulge in his tight jeans. 

“Let me repay the favor,” I say as I unbutton them but he grabs my hand and pulls the both of us up.

“No,” he says, pinning me against the door and attaching his lips to my neck but his hoodie gets in the way. He tears off the hoodie and the cardigan I was wearing underneath. He stares in awe at the decolletage neckline of my dress, his hands tremble like he wants to touch but needs permission.

“Oh, Sebby,” I say as I undo the little bow in the middle of my neckline, letting my breasts spill out in front of him, “spell it out for me.” His mouth waters at the sight of  my pierced nipples. I had a feeling he’d like them. His thumb flicks one of them before gently squeezing. I squirm feeling my flesh collide with the jewelry inside it. He doesn’t say anything before moving his hands to the end of my dress and ripping the fabric over my head, leaving everything I have exposed for him. I pout and place my arm over both breasts, covering my nipples but leaving the soft flesh exposed. “No fair. I need you undressed now,” I say while pushing past him and slowly walking to my bedroom. I know he’s drinking up the sight of me when I walk away. Before I can reach my bed, I feel Sebastian’s bare cock pressed up against my ass. His arms wrap around my waist and slowly trail up to cup my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

“I need you,” he whispers into my neck, placing hot sloppy kisses down to my shoulder. My skin prickles with goosebumps with every kiss he places down. I turn around and attach my own kisses to his neck, trailing down his chest to his stomach to his happy trail. His throbbing cock is leaking for me, begging for me to wipe its tears with my tongue. I hesitate though, getting a good look at it. Thick, veiny, long. Bigger than Alex’s. Bigger than any cock I ever had. How could a five foot nine emo boy have a dick this big? 

Pushing all my doubts away, I grip the base of his cock and prepare myself to consume him but his hand grips my hair and yanks my head back. I look up at him through my long eyelashes and he clicks his tongue at me. 

“What did I tell you? No. Get on the bed,” he growls and I obey him. Slowly backing myself onto my bed and in one swift motion, he flips me on my stomach and mounts me. I gasp as he pushes my lower back down and my hips up into a sharp arch. I secretly thanked all the older women he’s been with because I couldn’t imagine another guy our age being this skillful. “Fuck, your pussy is weaping for me.” He gently pushes his tip in and I moan, grabbing fistfulls of my bedsheets.

“Yoba almighty,” I groan and he pulls out. I whine in desperation for more but he comes close to my lips and kisses them.

“Does it hurt?” he asks with his big brown puppy dog eyes. I kissed him once more.

“I’ll get used to it. Please,” I beg, “just fuck me.” He mounts me again and slowly pushes his cock into my slit. I feel him stretch me out, letting out animalistic moans that came from the deepest parts of my stomach. “Don’t stop,” I pant as he keeps pushing inside me until I feel his tip bump into my g-spot. I relax, letting pleasure flow through me. He pulls out ever so slightly and lets his hips collide with mine, hitting my spot so perfectly. He hisses while I moan into my pillow.

“How can you be this wet and so fucking tight?” he asks while ramming his cock into me again. I gasp, feeling a knot in my stomach form and clench my thighs together. Sebastian gives my ass a harsh slap while tangling his fingers in my hair and giving it a good pull. “Fuuuck, don’t do that,” he groans, “every moment I’m inside you is another moment closer to my release.” I hoped to Yoba that his hand had left a mark. I bite my lip, push my hips into his, and he lets out a breathy whimper. 

“Then,” I start, loosening myself against his weakening grip, “maybe we should race to see who cums first?” I release from his grasp and flip him onto his back. I straddle his hips and stoke the length of his cock, my fingers barely wrapping around his girth. He grabs for my hips but I pin his wrists down on either side of his head. I’m stronger than I look, all the farm and mine work have paid off. He struggles underneath me but I give him a good fight and he eventually relaxes when I place a love bite on his neck. I straddle his cock and slowly sink down, moaning as his length fills me up. 

“Fuck,” he moans as my hips rock back and forth. “Do that again,” he hisses but with that remark, I go still.

“Is that how you ask nicely?” I ask while leaning forward and leaving a love bite on his collar bone. “Try again.”

“Please do that again,” he begs, while bucking his hips up. He gets a good thrust into me but I keep my composure. 

“Please what?”

“Please, Goddess. Please make me feel good,” he whimpers, bucking his hips once more. I place my hand on his chest and drag my nails down it, him moaning in response. I start rocking back and forth again, releasing his hands and leaning back, holding myself up on his shins. His hands grab my hips and help guide as I glide over his thick cock. I look down at him, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, a faint string of drool drops down from the corner of his mouth, and the sultry groans that pass his lips. An orgasmic sight. As I switch from rocking to bouncing, his cock finds my spot and tears well up in his eyes. 

“Feel good, sweet boy?” I moan and lean forward to caress his cheek, drying away the tears that slipped out. He grabs my hand and kisses it, bucking himself deeper into me. 

“Yes,” he whimpers, “fuck… I’m…” I feel his cock twitch inside me and his bucking becomes sloppier. He lets out a moan so deep from within I can only assume he’s painting the walls of my cunt with his cum. It pushes me over my edge and I release all over his cock. I collapse onto his chest, dick still inside, and listen to the pounding of his heartbeat. I feel one of his hands reach up and pet my sweaty hair. One of the braids had come undone and he ran his fingers through the loose strands. I feel him kiss the top of my head and I sit back up, letting his softening cock slip out of me. He looks up at me with tender eyes and a lazy smile while he entangles his fingers with mine. I wanted to capture the way he looked: blissed out, chest heaving, bruised lips. He looked so perfect. 

I hold onto his hips while I unmount him to get a towel but he grabs my wrist and pulls me on top of him. “Stay here. Please?” I couldn’t say no to those eyes. His pupils were blown out, I couldn’t tell where his dark amber irises started. I lay my head down on his collarbone and he wrapped his tattooed arms around me tight. I traced the hands he had tattooed on his forearm.

“Creation of Adam?” I ask with a hoarse voice. I feel him nod by the way his chin gently bumps into my head. He may be watching me play with his tattoos or maybe he knows his body well enough to know what tattoo I’m tracing. 

“Mmm. Easy guess, what’s this one?” he jerks his arm and I move so that I’m laying next to him. He’s referring to the one on his bicep which is Icarus falling out of the sky as his wax wings melt. 

“The fall of Icarus,” I say. He chuckles and turns on his side to look into my eyes. 

“Baby girl, knows her art.” His other hand brushes my bangs out of my eyes and I do the same for him. 

“I may have taken a couple of art history classes,” I say as a blush falls over my cheeks. Out of instinct, I turn to hide my face but he catches my jaw with a finger and pulls me back to face him. 

“Don’t do that,” he says, “you always hide your cute little blushed face from me. I like basking in it. It’s the only thing I know nobody else in the valley can make you do.” At this moment, I realize how covered in ink his body is. The birth of Venus rested on one of his thighs, Lucifer posed like in the Fallen Angel painting on his hip bone, a sick ass demon skeleton on his ribs, I was drooling at the sight. He reaches up to cup my breast, giving it a squeeze before tracing the dragon I have tattooed under it. His attention is then caught by the tattoo on the side of my hip. While he had the full wings and body of Lucifer, I just had his eyes and arm.

“What?” I ask as he traces over it with his thumb.

“I didn’t even realize we have similar tattoos,” he says. I nod.

“I thought you were looking at the ‘Divine’ tattoo,” I say, referring to the lettering in an “old English” font right where my uterus would sit. I had gotten it done on a drunken night with some man who happened to own a tattoo gun. It turned out pretty good so I never thought to get it covered. 

“Ha! S’cute,” he says while tracing it. His thumb pushes in gently and I let out a groan. “Divine indeed.” I lay out flat on my back and sigh, my post orgasm anxiety screaming in my brain. Does this change things between the two of you? You clearly have feelings for him but what if he’s just in it for the fuck? Don’t you have better things to do than fuck everyone in the village? First Alex, now Seb. Why don’t you just call up Shane or Willy since you’re fucking yourself through town?

My thoughts are ripped from me when Sebastian wraps his arm around me and buries his knee between my legs. He sighs and calls me by my name which catches me off guard. I don’t think he’s ever called me by my name. “I wanna do this again. But properly, ya know?” he mutters into my neck, peppering it with kisses. “Let me buy you flowers, dinner, take you for a ride on the bike,” he continued, leaving sloppy kisses on my body. He knew I was spiraling, I don’t know how but he did. Maybe he was feeling the exact same thing that I was. Maybe he just gets me.

« i like holding your hand. »

I FUCKING LOVE THIS LINE AND WILL LOVE IT TIL I D WORD!!!

alt: a line i haven’t share yet:

« i heard two voices, one: apathetic and drowsy as though they’d just been dragged from bed, the other: enthusiastic and energized like they’d been waiting for this moment their whole life. »

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the consequences of desire

chapter two - adjustments (read it on ao3 here!)

i woke up the next morning to the sound of one quiet knock and three louder knocks at my door. from my bed in the corner, i heard two voices - one: timid and unsure, the other: enthusiastic and confident. i knew immediately that these must be the two friends i’d already heard so much about, whether from lewis (who has a strong dislike for the blond boy), or robin (mother of the raven-haired boy). 

to keep them from waiting much longer, i dragged myself out of bed and answered the door.

“hello?” i said, still wiping the sleep from my eyes. 

the blond smiled brightly as he introduced himself, “hi! i’m sam. this is sebastian. we’re your neighbors! i know it’s only your fourth day in town, but we haven’t met yet, and we wanted to introduce ourselves!”

the other man stood next to him, reddening more and more as his friend rambled on about his family, his job, and the younger people in town. eventually, sam stopped and gestured for sebastian to say something to me. 

“h-hi,” he stuttered out, “welcome to the most claustrophobic place north of the gem sea.” 

sam punched his friend as i chuckled. “most claustrophobic, huh? i take it you’re not a huge fan of the valley..”

he shook his head in response.

i smiled before saying “well, i can’t say that i blame you. i sure didn’t think that i’d be out here farming for a living before last fall!” 

he gives me a small smile showing off his snake bite piercings and all i can think is that lydia would love this man. there’s not much i miss about the city, but, yoba, did i seriously consider stuffing lydia in a suitcase and bringing her with me. i smile absently.

the two men must be able to see i’m preoccupied because they take their leave but not before inviting me to the saloon on friday night. i thank them for the invitation and tell them that i’ll be there.

as they walk down my porch steps and off in separate directions, i linger a moment longer before getting ready for the day.

–

that morning is spent mostly watering and clearing more space for crops to cultivate. i’d finally gotten my hands on a solid number of cauliflower seeds which i was itching to grow. 

as i planted nearly four dozen cauliflowers, my mind wandered back to Harvey… how had he known i’d been avoiding him? why didn’t that make him less inclined to get to know me? what kind of person avoids the local doctor? what was Harvey doing right now? was he thinking about me? would it be so terrible if he were? what would i say if he appeared at this very moment while my dirt-covered overalls sagged with the weight of these damned cauliflower seeds?

it didn’t matter what i would have said, though, because he didn’t come. i didn’t see him again for three days. 

and, when i saw him three days later, it was while drifting in and out of consciousness as he carried me to the clinic.

hope u enjoyed <3333 see y'all next chapter ;)

I HAVE A CRUSH ON A BOY IN MY CLASS AND HES LIKE A YOUNG HARVEY I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE OH GOD ITS THE FIRST FUCKING DAY

lil Harvey drabble

it's late at night when you arrive at the clinic. harvey's at his desk, which you find peculiar. he's usually quite good about a work-life balance, even if he lives twelve stairs above his workspace. you knock on his door, but before hearing a response, you walk in. he looks... tired. you can see on his face that he's had a hard day. he looks up when you walk in and you see him relax a little.

he says, "just a minute. i've got to finish this report before I can close up for the night."

you nod, and sit down in front of him. you've never noticed how big he is before. he's handsome. a thought you've had before, but never one you'd really spent any time thinking about.

finally, he looks up again. he smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. you instinctively reach over and grab his hand in yours. your embarrassment is instantaneous. you attempt to pull your hand away, but he's already intertwined your fingers together.

you look up at him. he's already looking at you. the way he's looking... it takes your breath away. he's handsome.

"i think you're very pretty, doctor," you say, matter-of-factly.

he goes red immediately.

oh shit. "have I made you uncomfortable? I'm so sorry, doctor. i- it was never my intent to do so. please forgive me, i-"

you suddenly look down. he hasn't extricated himself from your hold. you look back up at him, blushing crimson. "doctor?"

"yes?"

you take a deep breath and say, "you're still holding my hand."

he looks down and back up at you again before simply stating "i like holding your hand."

HEHE i hope u like i just write wtv comes to mind SO IG this is it atm >:)

this post single-handedly made me wanna write a scene where abby tells farmer about her life and her mom and how she has a HUGE crush on haley and farmer tells her how (idk what pronouns they use yet LOL) has a huge crush on leah (and/or harvey/maru idk yet) and they have a girls night and do face masks n watch trash tv and and and

shes just like me! (jk i dont eat rocks.... maybe)

I really enjoyed the fic you wrote 🫡

eeeekk thank u anon!! i’m always open to suggestions and/or requests ! :>