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Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter

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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.

me after this fucking red eye

Me every single night:

Shane, My Beloved

Shane had never considered himself a romantic person. In fact, Shane never considered himself at all, really. He had a routine that he followed, didn't think about how he worked a minimum-wage job at thirty-three, and when pretending that everything in his life was totally fine got to be too much, he drank. A lot. It was almost certainly unhealthy, but it got him through the day - for the most part.

When the new farmer moved into the dingy cottage north of his aunt's ranch, he didn't think much of it. He went to Joja Mart that day, same as always. He stocked the shelves, same as always. He saw the other town drunk wandering the aisles of Joja, same as always. He went straight to the Stardrop Saloon after closing, same as always. He saw the drunk again, same as always. He saw all the other Monday regulars at the Saloon, same as always.

But.

There was someone new today. It must be that new farmer, Shane thought to himself. Where did they move from? Was it Zuzu City? Somewhere across the Gem Sea? Hmm, I can't seem to remember... Whatever. It doesn't matter anyways. Not like I care. Even if I did, everyone always leaves. No use getting to know anyone new, Shane finally settled on that thought and took another sip of his beer.

Suddenly, a shadow crossed the floor to his corner by the bar. After introducing themselves to the local chef and the blue-haired barmaid, they seemed to walk toward Shane. He looked up. The farmer was staring at him, obviously exhausted from a hard day's work and socializing, but, curiously, appeared to be satisfied. Happy, even.

This perplexed Shane. He understood that his niece and his chickens and the boy with the bright yellow hair were all happy, but this was because they had never left Pelican Town. They didn't know what else was out there. They were blissful out of ignorance, not out of true joy. This farmer, they seemed different. They certainly weren't ignorant to the richness of city life. So why? Why did they seem so content? He had half a mind to ask them right out when the farmer asked him a question first:

"You're Shane, right? You work at the Joja Mart? I have to ask... Is it because you hate the shopkeep in town as much as I'm beginning to?"

Shane laughed out loud. He couldn't remember the last time he'd done that. It felt nice. The farmer smiled, bigger, this time, somehow. It made Shane feel... Well. He didn't know how it made him feel, but he knew that it was a feeling that he'd not had in a very long time.

He finally answered the farmer's question after a moment. "Unfortunately, my employment at Joja is not a condition of my spite, much as I wish it were. The store in town doesn't keep any staff at all. That's why the store's closed on Wednesday."

The farmer nodded and said "oh well. I simply had to ask." Then, after a short pause, they said "I'd better head off, I have some more planting to do tonight." And with that, they turned on their heels and walked out of the Saloon.

Shane watched the door for a long time after the farmer had closed the door. He hoped that they would turn around and run back inside. He hoped they would trip and fall over the threshold on their way out the door. He hoped they'd leave and never return.

He didn't know anything about the farmer but after this interaction, he knew one more thing about himself:

he was totally and utterly fucked.

teehee I love Shane ok anyways im thinking I might make this into like a series but we shall seeeeeeeeeeee xoxo

#omg #more #please #on my hands n knees rn

sdv fic

TW MDNI: death/trauma, smut/oral sex/using sex to cope, mention of drxgs

Six.

It’s dark… I don’t know where I am… A light zips by me and then another. I must be in the car. I’m buckled in a booster seat. “Mommy?”

“We’re almost home, sweetheart. Did you have a good time with Grandpa?”

“Yea. I missed Daddy and Sissy.”

“They missed you too, love. Go back to sleep.” I feel myself drift off and the darkness engulfs me once again. It doesn’t feel long before I hear the screech of tires, the smell of burning rubber and gasoline. Something’s not right. The car isn’t moving. I can’t see Mom’s face, only that her head is leaning on her window. As I go to unbuckle myself, a liquid drips down on my tiny hands. I try to get a closer look but it’s too dark, I can’t see what color it is. There’s a stinging sensation on my face but the only thing I can think to do is get to Mom. I stand in between the two front seats from the back. The windshield is smashed in and I think the front of the car is too. I’m not sure, I can’t see. The radio seems to be working, I think I can make out the familiar tune of You Never Know by Dave Matthews Band. I push Mom’s shoulder.

“Mommy, what happened?” She stays resting against the window. I push her again. “Mommy?” I sit down on the center console and push her harder. “Mommy! Wake up, please…” Blue and red lights start flashing in the distance. Mom still isn’t waking up and I’m getting scared. “Mommy, please,” I whisper, tears spilling out of my eyes. The stinging sensation gets stronger the harder I cry. The blue and red lights get closer to the point where they light up the car. The blue light washes over Mom like water and in the luminescence, she stares ahead of her, her mouth slightly agape. My eyes travel down her body from her face to her stomach. I can’t remember if I screamed or not. I think I just sat there, starting at the gaping wound in her stomach.

I jolt awake. I’m panting and my body is slick with cold sweat. I bolt out of bed and rush out of the house. I forget where I am for a second and trip down the porch steps, landing face first into the dirt and dust. I hear some footsteps rushing over to me but part of me thinks I’m imagining them. I struggle to get up before a pair of hands grab my arm and helps me stand up. I look around the farm, my eyes darting back and forth. 

“Hey, hey. You’re okay, you’re okay,” a comforting and feminine voice speaks. “You’re okay, love.”

“M…Mom?”

“Let’s sit you down,” the voice says. They help me sit down on the bottom step of my porch. Robin squats down to make eye contact with me. “Do you know what day it is?” she asks and wipes my face with her thumb. I didn’t even realize I was crying. 

“... Summer, day two,” I say. She nods.

“Correct. Can you follow my finger with your eyes?” She moved her pointer finger from side to side slowly in front of my face. I follow it with ease. “You took quite the stumble there. How are you feeling? Should I take you to Harvey?” I examine my body, a couple scrapes but no blood. I shake my head. 

“No, I’m fine,” I say, “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m glad I was here! I was surprised to not see you out here around six thirty and then all of a sudden, you come stumblin’ out here with nothing but… I think a sleep shirt?” I look down at myself and realize that I am indeed only in the oversized Slipknot tee that I sleep in. I bury my face in my hands.

“Robin, I’m so so sorry. I think I was having a bad dream,” I say. She sits down next to me and smooths my hair. 

“You’re okay, love,” she reassures me. I lift my head up to look at her. Her red hair glistened in the summer sun. If I were to guess, Mom would be around the same age as her. I picture that she’s just as beautiful as Robin. I embrace her. Tightly. I catch her off guard and she hesitates before wrapping her arms around me. I bury my face in her shoulder like a little kid.

“Thank you, Robin,” I whisper. Tears slip out of my eyes but I quickly wipe them away before pulling away from her. She goes back to working on my chicken coop and I go inside to change. However, I can’t get the dream out of my head. This is the first dream that I can remember after waking up since I was really young. I debate on calling my therapist but after trying to figure out a way to get to the city, I decide against it. I could visit Harvey… but I feel like he’s more of a “if you’re having thoughts of ending it, I can call someone” kind of doctor. I’m sure he only specializes in the human body, not the mind and the fucked up thoughts that come with being human. 

I try to shut my brain off as I make my way into town. I had no particular reason to go into town, I just needed to clear my head. But as I got closer and closer to the beach, I found that it was all I could think about. I’m looking down at the ground as I enter the beach but immediately, I’m shoulder checked and fall to the ground. What is with my center of gravity today? 

“I’m so sorry!” Before I could push myself off the ground, a strong and muscular arm grabs me and pulls me up. Now that the sun’s not in my eyes anymore, I can see the person who knocked me over. It’s Alex. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine… actually, Alex, I was just looking for you,” I say. 

“Yea? I’m just on my way to work, wanna walk?” I turn around and start walking with him, “what’s up?” he asks.

“I was wondering if you were feelin’ up to talking about your mom some more,” I say as we make our way across the river and turn in front of Mayor Lewis’ house. “You can say no of course, i…it’s just nice to know that there’s someone that can relate to me on that type of level, you know?” We cross the river again towards the museum but stop shortly at the ice cream stand. “You work here?” I ask.

“Just in the summer. What do you wanna know about my mom?” he asks as he sets up the stand. 

“Again, you can just tell me to shut up if I start asking questions that you don’t wanna answer. I don’t wanna overstep my boundaries-”

“Farmer, shut up. I love talking about my mom. There isn’t any question I won’t answer about her. Especially to you, y’know? Dead mom gang,” he says, interrupting my rambling. 

“Right. You’re right. I’m sorry,” I take a deep breath, “how did your mom pass away?” He finishes setting up and leans against the counter.

“She had cancer. She had some health issues when she was young and living in the valley so it wasn’t as surprising as it would’ve been. She actually had it multiple times throughout my childhood. The first time, they caught it pretty early on. They cut the tumor out of her and then cleared her. The second time, she had to do multiple rounds of chemo then eventually it was undetectable. She was okay for a couple of years but then it came back stronger and this is around the time when my dad left us. I took care of her until the very end,” he said with a sad smile. “What about you?”

I take a deep breath, this’ll be the first time I go into detail about my mom to someone in the valley. And honestly the first time where I think I remember it clearly. Or at least somewhat. “Car accident. I was a kid so the details are fuzzy but I had a dream about it last night. I was me but like my adult brain in my childhood body,” I say. Alex furrows his eyebrows together.

“Go on.”

“I should mention that I was in the accident with her. We’re driving home from the valley. She had picked me up from my grandpa’s farm after I spent the summer there. I remember we’re almost at home. I was sleeping when the initial accident happened but when I woke up everything was so still, except for the radio that was still playing. I’m okay but my mom is leaning her head on the window and she’s not answering me. I try to get her attention but nothing is working. It’s dark, I can’t see anything but when the cops start to show up and their lights reflected in the car, that’s when I saw everything. The blood, her dead eyes, the blood dripping from her mouth. She was dead on impact,” I said, recalling everything from my dream and what I heard when I was little. Alex’s jaw is dropped.

“What was the cause of the accident?” he asks, dumbfounded. 

“I think a semi-truck turned too quickly, tipped over and smashed the front of the car. I’m very lucky to be alive come to think of it,” I say. He tilts my straw hat up before flicking it back down to cover my eyes.

“That how you got that scar on your eye?” I fix my hat and nod.

“I guess a piece of glass came flying at me and cut me from the top of my eyebrow down to the top of my cheek bone. My eyes were closed when it happened, which is why there’s no actual damage to my eye. Had to get like ten stitches,” I say. Alex giggles to himself.

“My mom died and all I got was this sick ass scar,” he says. I laugh. It’s refreshing to be around someone who doesn’t have to tiptoe around me. I stare at Alex, feeling that lustful tingling feeling again. His biceps were prominent and his shirt sleeves hugged them so well. The way his shirt lifted up every time he raised his hands above his head to reveal his v-line and happy trail. I just wanted to… Fuck.

“Can I suck your dick?” Alex stops laughing. He looks at me like I’ve just lost my mind. He blushes and looks behind both his shoulders to check if anyone’s there. There’s nobody, I already looked. 

“W…what? Now?”

“Yea. Lemme suck your dick.” I smile at him sweetly.

“Haley usually comes and visits me at work right about now,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. I look over at her house, nobody’s walking over. 

“So? I can be fast.”

“Farmer, you’re insane,” his face was completely red now.

“Do you want a blowjob or not?” I liked how bashful he got. It made this game more entertaining. 

“Well, yea…” I step behind the counter. I double checked behind me, making sure Clint wasn’t gonna step out for his lunch break. I give Alex a quick passionate kiss while undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. I hand him my straw hat before sinking to my knees. I palm his dick, realizing it’s already hard for me. I pull down his jeans and boxers just enough for his cock to pop out. It’s not the biggest I’ve ever seen but it’s veiny and girthy. I wondered what it looked like compared to a Joja cola can. I circle my tongue around his tip and build up saliva in my mouth. He twitches a little and sucks in through his teeth. I wrap my tongue around his tip and move down his shaft slowly, taking in every inch, making sure everything is nice and lubricated. When I come back up for air, I make sure the saliva stays connected to his cock and my lips. I look up at him, batting my eyelashes. His mouth is agape and holding onto the back counter for support.

“Do you want more?” I ask. He shakes his head yes aggressively and looks over his shoulder. 

“But hurry up, I don’t want anyone to catch us.” I frown and shift my weight from my knees to my ankles.

“We can stop if you’re not going to ask nicely,” I say.

“No no no, I’ll be good. I promise.”

“Prove it.” he looks over his shoulder one last time.

“Please?”

“Please what?”

“...Please, Goddess?” Now that’s what I wanted to hear. I take in all of him again from tip to base. I bob my head back and forth and he lets out a low moan. I do this a couple of times before I attach my mouth to his sack and stroke his cock with my hand while I suck on his loins, twirling my tongue between the two. He lets out the most guttural sounding moan I’ve ever heard a man make. “Fuck… More Goddess, please,” he whines. I keep up my sucking movements while pumping him faster. His hands entangle themselves in my hair and he tugs on my locks, pulling me away from his family jewels. I give attention to his tip again, gently kissing and tongue fucking it while stroking his shaft. I look up at him, his eyes squeezed shut and his bottom lip in between his teeth. I slide his cock all the way in my mouth, nearly down my throat and start moving my head quickly. Another whimper escapes his mouth as I move faster and faster. His moans get louder as I pick up the pace. “I’m gonna…” is all I hear before I taste a salty, tongue-numbing substance. I stay at the base of his cock until he lets out a long exhale, letting me know that he’s finished. His softening member slips out of my mouth and I look up at him once more. His hands were still tangled in my hair and as soon as we made eye contact, I swallowed. “Fuck,” he mutters and tucks his dick back into his pants. 

I found some napkins to wipe my face and hands with. “Anybody coming?” I ask while staying on my knees. Alex turns around.

“Shit, Haley’s coming.” I make my way over to the edge of both counters near the entrance of the ice cream stand and sit on my butt, pretending that I was sitting down here keeping him company, and I mean technically I was. Haley approaches the entrance and looks down at me. I gave her a smile and a wave like nothing was happening thirty seconds before she showed up.

“Hey Farmer, hey Alex,” she says, “did you guys hear that noise? Sounded like a raccoon but like… dying? I don’t know how to describe it, it was just so unsettling and weird.”

“Unsettling?” Alex asks, sounding offended.

“Um… I didn’t hear anything. Was it in front of the mayor's house? I think there’s a couple of squirrels fucking in that big tree over there,” I say and stand up, “well, I gotta get back to the farm. Robin’s fixin’ up that coop for me and I gotta decide if I want to raise chickens or ducks.”

“Why not both?” Alex asks. I nod my head.

“You know what, you might be onto something there, Alex,” I say.

“Oh, Farmer, don’t forget your phone,” Haley says and hands me my cell phone that I left on the counter of the ice cream stand. I thank her and start to walk away. I catch a bit of their conversation as I walk away. “Why are you breathing so heavy?”

“It’s hot out. Air’s a little thick.”

“You’re acting weird…”

My phone starts vibrating as I cross the river. I answer without looking at the caller id. “Yo.”

“Hey, where have you been, Sam’s been trying to call you,” the voice at the end of the line is Sebastian’s. I’m unsure when I gave him my phone number but ride with it anyway.

“Sorry, I haven’t been on my phone. What’s up?” I ask.

“My mom told me about what happened this morning. Sam and I are worried about you. What are you doing right now?” Oh Robin… I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole town knew about my little episode. 

“I’m just walking through town. Found something cool earlier I thought Gunther might find interesting,” I say.

“Gunther?”

“You know, the guy that runs the museum?”

“You’ve been here a month and you already know everyone’s names? I’d forget Sam’s name if he wasn’t attached to my hip,” I hear Sam yell something in the background.

“Where are you guys?”

“Sam’s. We just finished a jam sesh, come stop by.”

“Okay, I’ll be there in like…” I show up at Sam’s front door and knock, “now. Right now. I’m here. Open the door.”

“Okay, okay, chill.” Sebastian hangs up the phone and the door is immediately opened up by Sam. He engulfs me in a bear hug.

“Dude, what happened? We’re so worried-” he stops and pulls away from me, “you smell weird.”

“Geez, thanks. That’s definitely what I want to hear after having the weirdest morning of my life,” I say. Sam sniffs me again.

“It’s weird but it’s oddly familiar?”

“Sam stop sniffin’ the farmer and let them in already,” Sebastian yells in the background. Yoba, do I smell like dick that badly? We walk into Sam’s room and he shuts the door behind us.

“Mom’s always listening in if I leave the door open. She’s the biggest gossip, I swear to Yoba,” Sam says and takes a seat on his bed.

“Oh, so Robin didn’t tell anyone else?” I ask, “it was definitely embarrassing.”

“Nah, my mom doesn’t gossip like that. She mentioned it to me because she’s worried about you and she knows we hang out sometimes,” Seb says, sitting over at Sam’s desk. I sat down next to Sam on the bed, taking off my boots so I could sit criss-cross applesauce. 

“I just had a really intense dream about my mom and kinda forgot where I was when I woke up. I went outside, tripped down the porch steps and wiped out. If you guys were there you would’ve laughed,” I say, trying to play it down.

“You forgot where you were?” Sam asks.

“I mean, I’ve only been here a month and I was caught off guard. I don’t usually remember my dreams when I wake up,” I say. 

“What was it about?” Sebastian asks. I clench my jaw and rub the back of my neck. Obviously, these guys know that my mom died when I was a kid but I didn’t want their pity. I didn’t want them to look at me differently if I told them how my mom died. I know my friends in college pitied me for being with her when she died.

“If I tell you, do you guys promise not to get all weird on me?” I ask, looking them both dead in the eyes, “‘Cause I’ll be able to tell if you do.” Sam crosses his heart with his fingers. Sebastian rolls his eyes but also promises. “I was in the car when my mom died. ‘Oh, is that where you got that scar?’ Yes, it’s where I got the scar across my eye. She died on impact and I guess the dream was me reliving it,” I say, “It really freaked me out and I had that little incident that Robin saw. But it’s cool now, I had some time to think about it and I’m okay.” I stare at the boys, bracing myself for their pity but it never comes.

“Wow,” Sam says.

“I’m judging you, not because you were with your mom when she died but because you really think we’re gonna think differently about you because you shared your trauma with us?” Sebastian shakes his head, “honestly, Farmer, you can be so dense.” I’m taken aback by Sebastian’s bluntness but I would take this response over anything else.

“I had shitty friends in college, okay? Maybe I’d feel better if you guys shared with me some of your trauma,” I say in retaliation. Sebastian sighs.

“Okay, fine. My dad used to hit my mom,” he says nonchalantly, “it’s why she left but he fought her for rights so I had to keep seeing that piece of shit every summer. He finally lost them when he struck me so hard I got a concussion. It was the first time he had hit me. He usually had girlfriends to take his aggression out on but that particular summer, he wasn’t seeing anyone. This was in public too, so I stopped seeing him when I was fourteen. Thank Yoba. The only good thing about visiting him was getting to be in the city.” I nod at Sebastian and we both turn to Sam. He smiles at us but it looks more like a frozen pond than his usual contagious smile.

“...My dad’s in a Gotoro Prison camp.” Sebastian rises to his feet quicker than lightning strikes. 

“What!”

“Hey, we said no judging,” Sam says sternly. 

“Why didn’t you tell me? This is serious dude.” Sebastian has a look in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. Rage, concern, distraught; all rolled into his chocolate colored eyes. 

“We just found out today and there’s nothing we can do but hope for his safe return. Hey, don’t tell Vincent about this. He’s too young to be hearing about this stuff,” Sam says. I understood where Sam was coming from with that. I didn’t tell my sister what I saw that fatal day until ten years later. She was only five when mom died and even though I was ten, I knew better than to say anything to her.

“We’re here if you need us, Sam,” I say. Sam doesn’t get a chance to answer me before Sebastian wraps him in his arms. Sam fights it for a second but accepts his best friend's love and concern.

“Thanks guys,” he whispers, “now let's go smoke this bowl, that’s the real reason why I wanted the farmer to come over.” We laugh as Sebastian lets go of Sam and we trickle out of the house like the stoners we are. 

the thing about having a job is i just don’t want to do it. Sorry

Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter

TW: alcohol consumption, daddy issues

read it on ao3

Twelve.

“What did you think of our set?” Sebastian asks me as we’re hanging at the bar. He’s nursing the same beer he had on stage. I’ve noticed that he’s not much of a drinker but will have one or two at the saloon on Friday nights. 

“That shit was so cool! I’m mad you guys wouldn’t let me sit in on band practice,” I say. Sebastian shrugs.

“Sam wanted the last song to be a surprise. He said he got inspiration from a conversation with you but didn’t know how to execute it without a little help. So Abby and I also threw our daddy issues into the mix,” he says.

“Your piano playing is amazing by the way,” I say as I sip on my coke back. I had just taken another Jameson shot. 

“Thanks!” Sebastian beams, “I’ve been playing since I was four. I kept up with it because it kept my hands busy. I picked up bass when Sam started to learn guitar and he said he wanted to start a band. I learned that stuff all on JoTube though.” His long fingers wrap around the neck of his beer bottle as he presses the opening to his lips to take a swig. Shivers run down my back. “Shane told me you had tears in your eyes during the last song,” Sebastian says. I feel my cheeks go hot and I look past him at Sam who was chatting with Penny on the other side of the bar.

“Yea well… daddy issues, what can I say?” I try to play it off but I have a feeling he sees right through me. Sebastian gives me a nudge on my shoulder.

“You deserve better.” I smile up at him and I see his face drop. “Farmer… is that…” I turned around and followed his gaze to the front of the bar where a girl was arguing with the bouncer.

“Brynne?” I whisper to myself and my legs start moving towards her. I have no idea what I’m going to say, what I’m going to do.

“Please,” she begs the bouncer, “the band from Stardew Valley is playing here, right? I just need to talk to my sister and I’ll leave, I swear. I know she’s here.” The bouncer shakes his head.

“The show is over. Nobody under twenty-one is allowed in.” I take a deep breath.

“Hey, I’m here. Let’s go outside,” I say and usher my sister out of the bar. When we’re outside I feel my eyes get glossy but I don’t dare let myself cry. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked.

“You haven’t been answering your phone!” she exclaimed, “I heard a band from the valley was playing here and… I hoped you’d be here.” I sigh and run my hands down my face, not caring about my makeup anymore. 

“Brynne, go home. Dad’s probably worried sick,” I say.

“It’s about Dad,” she says, “I-I can’t be alone with him.” Tears start spilling out of her eyes and down her rosy cheeks. 

“What’s wrong? Is he hitting you?” I ask and grab her wrist. I shove her long sleeves up and check her arms for bruises. None, thank Yoba. 

“No. He’s… too much,” she sobs into her hand and I pull her into a hug. I pet the back of her head as she cries into my shoulder. She doesn’t have to say much for me to realize she was starting to get the same looks I did. The same distraught and ugliness in his eyes that are burned into my brain. The shortness in his words, the harsh click of his tongue. I know it all too well and it wasn’t fair that now I was out of the picture, he turned it onto his littlest and favorite daughter. I always thought that Brynne was Dad’s favorite because she looked more like Mom, acted like her too and I was the female version of a man he hated. It’s possible that when one ghost leaves, another comes to haunt. Brynne pulls away from me, her cheeks still stained with tears and her nose a little runny. “Can I please come live with you on the farm? I know we’ve had our differences in the past… I didn’t know you were protecting me this entire time.”

“Brynne… I can’t. You’re seventeen and in your last year of high school-”

“Eighteen.”

“Eighteen… You need to finish school, go to college,” I say.

“Please, Sissy,” she says, tugging at my heartstrings by using a nickname she hasn’t called me in ten years. I look back into the bar and see Sebastian, Sam, and Abby watching us. The tears I’m holding back finally spill.

“I want to. You know I do but you need to finish high school,” I say, “there’s not much of an education system in the valley. At least not for older kids.”

“I don’t know if I can make it another day in that apartment,” she says softly.

“Apartment? What happened to the townhouse?” I ask.

“Dad said that if you got to start over then we should too. I hate the apartment. Yea, it’s closer to school but it’s cramped. Dad sleeps on the couch, I can’t have friends over, I can’t escape him,” she sobs again. I take a deep breath and stop my own tears.

“Can you finish a semester early?” I ask, “I know you have good grades. You’d be leaving your friends but it’s the only thing I can think of.”

“F-finish this semester?” I nod. “I think I can do that.” I kiss her forehead as Sebastian comes out of the bar. 

“Hey, Farmer, did you have a tab open? We’re gonna leave soon,” he says. I shake my head.

“Nah, I’ve been paying in cash all night. I’m gonna take my sister back home, I’ll find a ride elsewhere,” I say. Sebastian shakes his head.

“I rode my motorcycle here. I can take you home,” he says, “you hail a cab and I’ll follow behind. Just text me the address.” He then walks back into the bar. Brynne gives me a toothy smile and nudges me with her elbow. Blush spreads across my cheeks and I mumble, “shut up”. Brynne tells me their new address and I text it to Sebastian. I quickly hail a cab and we’re off to my Dad’s new apartment. It felt weird being on a side of Zuzu I’ve never seen. I’m sure Alex would know exactly where we are. Besides Brynne wanting to go to school on the north side, why would Dad want to move out here? We pulled up in front of a dingy apartment complex, a sight that made my stomach churn. 

“Here?” I ask, “you and Dad live here?” Brynne nods and sniffles. 

“I miss our old house,” she says softly. Sebastian pulls up on his motorcycle and turns it off. I look up at the tall building and a wave of chills is sent up and down my spine.

“I can’t go in,” I say to Brynne, “I’m not ready.” She nods and embraces me.

“I understand. Thank you, Sissy. For everything.” We spend a few seconds lost in the hug before she pulls away and goes inside. I straddle the motorcycle seat behind Sebastian and wrap my arms around his torso and lean my head against his back.

“You okay?”

“I will be.”

HARV 10 HEART SCENE WILLLL BE IN TCOD I PROMISE U NOW

Harvey.

Harvey, what were we doing there for 30 minutes.

Harvey. Harvey asnwer me Harvey this is important Harvey

(Harvey 10 heart event spoilers if anyone hasn't seen it yet and is only planning)