#Stardew Elliott x Reader

[honey-crypt]

elliott that sings his heart out while drunk asf x gn/m farmer? You know the drill :3

also saying that again, ur writing makes me giggle n kick my feet have a great day dude

a/n: i went all out if you couldn’t tell, only the best for the queen of elliott art herself!!! also attaching the drunk singing elliott art she posted for visualization reasons lol. this was a literal blast to write, i had to rewind somethin’ stupid like a hundred times to get the flow right. also follow @fuerrziah cuz her art is the best and she is da best <3 

word count: 2.1k

warnings: alcohol, drunk antics, suggestive ending

summary: you knew elliott got a bit silly and unfiltered when drunk, but you didn’t realize that the man could belt it like the best of them until you witness him sing frank sinatra's somethin’ stupid.

★ sinatra - elliott x farmer ★

The Stardrop Saloon was the heart of Pelican Town, a bar and restaurant full of laughter and chatter every night, as Gus brewed pretty cocktails and Emily bounced from room to room taking and delivering orders. To some, it was a place to unwind after a hard day or to spend time with friends while to others, it was a second home. 

Often, you frequented the saloon to treat yourself to a meal and a drink, and tonight was no different. You were too exhausted from harvesting melons, chasing after chickens, and so on to bother microwaving something, much less cooking an actual meal. With a heavy sigh, you plopped down at your usual spot and waved Emily over with a tired smile, “Hey Em.”

“(Y/N)!” the waitress greeted you with her usual sunshine demeanor, “Good to see you tonight!” she clicked her glitter pen and hovered it over her notebook, “The usual tonight?”

“You know me well,” you chuckled softly. Emily scribbled down a few lines and stated, “Should be ready in fifteen. Can I get you a drink beforehand?”

“Water with lemon,” you answered, your mouth drier than the Calico Desert from the summer heat. Emily nodded and went behind the bar, pouring you a tall glass of ice water with a lemon garnish. She returned to your table and set the drink down on the wooden coaster, “Drink up and have a good night.”

“You as well, Em,” you hummed, watching the blue haired woman disappear into the crowd of bar patrons. The walls of the saloon vibrated from the amount of noise produced in such a small space. You weren’t surprised at the amount of people present at the Stardrop Saloon; after all, it was Friday, the busiest night. At least, Emily and Gus will get some good tips. You down your water without care, as some of the liquid spilled from your lips and down your chin onto your overalls.

“Parched?” a deep but honey-like voice hummed. You looked up and locked eyes with your closest friend, Elliott, hovering next to you. Ink stained his strong calloused hands, presumably a remnant of a hours-long writing session. 

“Absolutely,” you exhaled, “It’s hotter than Hades’ taint.”

Elliott snorted, emerald eyes crinkling up while he smiled down upon you, “I can agree with you on that, my friend. I fear that if it gets any degree warmer, I must forgo my long sleeves.”

You side-eyed Eliott’s sleeved arms, as he borrowed the seat across from you, seeing the outline of toned muscle. You could take your suspenders off, too. you thought to yourself, waving a passing Emily over and requesting another water with lemon, For a beachfront Hemingway, you sure have the physique of a Greek God.

“How did your day on the farm go?” the writer asked, resting his elbows on the table. You plucked your glass off the table and pressed it against your forehead, “I shoulda taken today off, but the mayor just had to request two dozen melons for his outing with the governor,” you grumbled, annoyed at Mayor Lewis but more so at the sweltering heat that suddenly enveloped the room. 

“Rest days are always good,” the redhead let out a low hum of agreement, “Perhaps, you can do so tomorrow?”

“I doubt it. Shane ordered three dozen hot peppers,” you sent daggers to the man in question from across the room, as Shane drank his beer by Gus’s prized wooden bear statue. Elliott’s lips formed a frown, “The life of a farmer, one of never ending labor,” he laughed. 

Emily approached your table and set down another glass of water with lemon for you, “Here’s your usual,” she added before placing a plate of spaghetti by your water, “Want some parmesan?”

“What is this, the Gotoro Empire? Of course, I want some,” you jested. Emily giggled and handed you the shaker of parmesan, “Just let me know if you need more,” she then directed her attention to Elliott, “Hi Elliott! You looking for your usual tonight, too?”

“Yes, please, my dear,” he answered, adjusting his suspenders, “And a pale ale for my friend, as well.”

“Coming right!” the waitress skipped off to the back of the bar. You raised an eyebrow at Elliott while you drowned your spaghetti in heaps and heaps of parmesan, “What’s the occasion?”

“Can I not treat one of my closest friends to a nice drink after a hard day’s work?” the writer clutched his heart, “You wound me, (Y/N).”

“You’re so fucking cheesy,” you rolled your eyes with a playful twinkle in your eyes, “You know I don’t object to anything free, especially a free drink.”

Emily returned with Elliott’s usual, a pint of beer and a crab cake, as well as a pale ale for you, “Enjoy your meals!” she gave the two of you a thumbs up, “Wave me down if you need anything.”

You touched your lips to the cool glass and drank, the hot and ice sensation of alcohol coating your throat, “Shit,” you exhaled, “I needed that, thanks.”

“Of course,” your friend offered you a smile, that stupid smile you often saw on the cover of a romance novel, “How about a toast?” he held his beer up, “To friendship and a hard day’s work?”

“I’ll cheers to that,” you chuckled and clinked glasses together. As the night went on, one glass turned into two, then three, and so on. You tapped out after two glasses, as for Elliott, the Scot in him already finished four glasses of beer. His cheeks were flushed like the color of his hair, his eyes fluttering while he held back a hiccup, “Oh Yoba…” your friend tucked some loose hair behind his pierced ear, “I think… I think I went overboard.”

“You think?” you questioned. Emily returned with Elliott’s fifth glass of the night and you mouthed to her, “Cut him off for tonight,” to which she nodded in agreement. 

“You usually max out at three, is something on your mind?” your ears rang and your head throbbed from the noise of overlapping conversations around the saloon. Elliott finished his fourth glass of beer, a bit of foam smeared on the right corner of his lips, “Oh, (Y/N), I won’t bore you-” he hiccuped, “-with my woes. I’m simply a tortured artist destined to be consumed by my work.”

You grabbed a napkin and leaned down towards Elliott, “Hold still,” you whispered, as you dabbed away the foam from his lips. His face turned to a darker shade of red, “You’re so close,” he whispered back, eyes hazy. You pulled away and set the used napkin aside, “Sorry, you had foam on your face,” you mumbled, averting your gaze.

Behind you, Pam dragged herself towards the jukebox and slammed a quarter in its slot, grumbling to herself about hating the cheerful swing of the current song, “Shit,” you heard her curse, “Wrong button,” the atmosphere of the saloon abruptly switched from chaotic to sombre, as a light guitar riff filled the air. 

“Oh!” Elliott leapt to his feet, “I know,” he covered his mouth to hiccup, “I know this song!” he then approached the jukebox and leaned on it for support, swaying his index finger from side to side to the rhythm of the music. You smiled to yourself and sipped your water, only to choke on it like a Yoba damn fool the moment Elliott began to sing.

“I know I stand in line… Until you think you have the time… To spend an evening with me,” his voice was a neat match to the original singer, a light baritone, “And if we go someplace to dance… I know that there’s a chance you won’t be leaving with me…” 

Elliott unbuttoned a few notches on his sea blue dress shirt, exposing his defined collarbone and a bit of wispy chest hair, “Then afterwards we drop into a quiet place and have a drink or two…” he glazed over your face and body with a drunken smile, “And then I go and spoil it by saying somethin' stupid like I love you…” Elliott untied his ponytail, luscious locks free from their confinement and resting against his shoulders.

Your pupils dilated; no longer was the saloon filled with static chatter and the slamming of glasses, but instead everyone ogled silently at Elliott, his vocals amplified. He pushed himself off the jukebox and stumbled a bit, taking your hands in his, “I see it in your eyes, that you still despise the same old lies you heard the night before…” he touched one of his hands to your cheek and cupped it, “And though it’s just a line to you; for me, it’s true and never so right before…”

“Elliott?” your voice croaked, your blood rushing to your extremities and your heartbeat overwhelmingly rapid. He gave you a lopsided smile and continued to sing, “I practice every day to find some clever lines, to make the meaning come true…” 

No, no. He’s just singing the song. This doesn’t mean anything, you tried to reason with yourself, but it fell short, as Elliott serenaded the next few lyrics, “But then I think I’ll wait until evening gets late and I’m alone with you… The time is right, your perfume fills my head-” he leaned closer to you and inhaled your musk, “-The stars get red and, oh, the night’s so blue… And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like-” you could feel Elliott’s breath against the side of your neck, as he sang in your ear, “I love you…” 

You couldn’t move, you couldn’t breathe. The alcohol in your system, the summer heat, Elliott’s closeness, made your mind go foggy; you were hanging onto every single word that spilled from the redhead’s pretty little lips. Elliott passionately belted out the instrumental pause, trying his best not to laugh, earning a laugh from you, nonetheless. 

He stood back up and pulled you off your feet with him, repeating the chorus, “The time is right, your perfume fills my head,” he twirled you around, “The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue… And then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like I love you…” even when intoxicated, Elliott was a true Casanova, holding onto you and swaying you side to side to the music.

“I love you…” 

You met his eyes, oh how they shined like gemstones.

“I love you…”

Your knees turned to jelly, you clung to your friend for dear life.

“I love you…”

Your surroundings vanished; no more saloon, no more patrons, just you and Elliott.

“I love you…”

You leaned closer, your chest against his.

“I love you…”

You pressed your lips against Elliott’s, savoring the aftertaste of beer and crab cakes, as the jukebox switched to the next song and the world around you returned to its original state. Elliott kissed you back, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in control but Yoba, did he taste divine. Oh, to have the confidence of a drunken fool at all hours of the day, you grabbed at his hair and tugged on the strands, Elliott moaning against your wet lips. 

“Hey, you two!” Pam’s voice snapped you back into reality and broke the kiss, “Get a room!” Her words garnered a few similar statements from other bar patrons.

Through glossy eyes and clouded minds, you leaned your body against Elliott’s and asked, “Well… should we?” to which he pecked you on the lips, “That’s a splendid idea,” you tossed your own wallet on the table to pay for the two of you’s meals and interlocked arms with one another, supporting one another’s uncoordinated bodies. To the door and out you went, as you and Elliott roamed the streets of Pelican Town towards his cabin, exchanging laughs and kisses. 

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bonus:

Back in the Stardrop Saloon, Pam plopped her ass back in her seat, relieved that the farmer and Elliott were finally gone. She gestured to Gus for another beer and commented aloud, “About time those two lovebirds figured it out.”

“Indeed,” answered Gus, as he dropped Pam a foamy beer, “They make a cute couple.”

“Oh, dear!” Emily walked up to Gus with the farmer’s wallet in hand, “They left their wallet here, should I run after them?”

Gus chuckled to himself and shook his head, “Put it in lost and found, I don’t think we should disturb those two tonight. 

[sashiavi]

I tried to go through all your post to see if you ever did an animal for Elliot!

Just wondering if you came up for an animal for him. I love all your writings about the sdv hybrids so i would love to see what you come up with.

I’ve been thinking about Elliot as an animal but i think he would be good as a fox (the hair) or maybe even selkie since he lives on the beach

anyways love your work! <3

Hybrid!Elliott - What Suits Him Best?

Ahh it's true I haven't gotten anything for Elliott yet </3 I think I really struggle to capture him/embody the features I want to push within a narrative, but-! For You, my Dearest Anon~ let's try a little deep dive~

I've never truly sat down to appreciate him, and I do feel a little bad, he's so darling and handsome ♡

A Fox would suit him quite nice I think, a little quiet, reserved and out of the way - very intelligent and timid, but definitely opens up with time ♡

Sort of thinking of the characteristics of a fox, he is quite ambitious but I don't particularly see him as a trickster.. But he is so darling and cute, doing his best to keep his nipping fangs to himself, tail swishing behind him as he silently accompanies you back to the farm after a long Friday Night...

There's a glint in his eye, a flick of greeny-bronze shined by the firelight of your living room. Oh how darling you look beneath him, face down, ass up- his clawed hands delicately threatening to peirce into your skin, little fangs grazing your neck, nose scenting the supple spot behind your ear..

I also think a Bunny or a Hare would fit him too! Mostly because of the imagery of the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland hehe ~ So proper and well dressed!

With that, I like the idea of him really, really trying to keep himself in check, not letting those silly secondary instincts roll over him and push past his manners.

But it's hard to hide when his tall and fluffy ear twitches, his cotton tail wags behind his coat- his dress shoe tap, tap, taps against the ground in an impatient thump - an action he didn't mean, truly! He can't help the poor ache behind his trouser seam, the sting of his belt buckle digging into his navel~

Bunny stamina is truly no joke! Elliott's hips snap and fuck, humping quick little pushes of his drooly cock into you~ Yoba, he slips out and barely even realises, silly hips still continuing their squirming, pudgy bunny tip knocking lovingly into your clit over and over.

And finally~ I think he could also be a Deer!Hybrid. A mature buck, aged finely, oh so gentle and doting, so caring and especially protective.

He would take such extra special care of his antlers, looking so clean and proper, preened in his appearance, always looking to elegant and put together. He is still quite the weary man, of course, but his efforts help him gain up the courage to approach you.

As timid and shy as deer come, it doesn't stop Elliott from mounting you, using the thick blessing between his legs to sweetly bully into your sweetness. His forearms rest above your head, his neck bared to your face, keeping you nice and caged in, protected from his antlers, from his urge to nip, from the outside of the sweet little space he'd created.

Rest assured his sweet Deer tail wags with joy, spotted back arching as your nails dig sweetly into his skin. It's okay... Of course you can cling on to his burly shoulders, wrap your thighs around his spotted hips, just helps him push his thick Buck cock into your little cunt ♡

Also random? Whenever I think of the SDV Bachelors as monster boys I always picture Elliott as a centaur hehe

Some Elliot Food ♡ I hope I could deliver well!

[wrightingdungeon]

this is one to many but eyy

E I J L X and Z for Elliott?

Don't judge me talk I'm down bad 😞

Doctor, Doctor give me the news I gotta. Bum, bum. Bad case- (someone mumbling in my ear) wait…. Elliott's not a doctor?… (mumble mumble) We can't have a bad case of loving him!… (mumble mumble) But we can be down bad?… What's the difference?

E - Emotions: Man is confident with himself, and he used to live alone, he has had a lot of time with his emotions. But it feels like he would have a rage journal. The journal is just for his eyes, a receptacle for his frustrations, particularly regarding the nonexistent flow of his latest book. The words refused to transfer from his mind to the paper smoothly, leaving him grappling with persistent thoughts that often spilled onto its pages. Some pages echo familial doubts that had once plagued him, now blurred and scratched out as if erased by the passage of time spent with you and his success with his book. —-

Leaning on the kitchen counter, Elliott took a drink of water, a contented sigh escaping his lips. After a week away on his book tour, he was relieved to be back home on the farm with you and your little ones. He knew handling both the farm chores and looking after the children must have been challenging for you in his absence, so he had insisted you take a day or two to rest.

Glancing over at you, he couldn't help but smile at the way you were watching him. "What's on your mind, Farmer?" he asked, tilting his head curiously as he noticed you fidgeting slightly. There was a moment of hesitation before you spoke. "Um… I think I stumbled upon one of your journals," you admitted sheepishly.

Elliott chuckled softly, a warm light in his eyes. "I assure you, you are my only muse," he said, stepping closer to you. "Oh, not that one… The scratched-out one," you clarified, noticing his smile falter slightly, replaced by a pensive expression as he processed your words. "That journal," he murmured, his gaze drifting to a distant corner of the kitchen. "That one's… different."

"It seemed… intense," you ventured cautiously, sensing his discomfort but wanting to understand. His gaze returned to you, a mixture of vulnerability and resolve in his eyes. "It's my family's words," he confessed quietly, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness. "Those crossed-out words… they're things my family used to say. About failing, about not succeeding… Needing to crawl back."

“Elliott…” Your voice softened, comforting him as you wrapped your arms around him. "Do you want to burn it?" He chuckled a brief, grateful sound, at you offering a way to rid him of those painful reminders. "No, I want to keep it. It reminds me of what not to listen to,"

I - Intimacy: Okay, yes, we all know he's got the lover boi charm locked down, but the true intimacy is in his domestic life. It's in the small, everyday moments where he truly shines. Like when you lean down to pick up something you dropped, only to hit his hand when you stood up not the edge of the counter. Or when you're out in the field together, and he can't resist playfully spraying you with the hose. He laughs and runs away, trying to keep it just out of your reach as you chase him, both of you ending up soaked and breathless with laughter. For him, it isn't just about grand declarations or sweeping you off your feet; it's about the little things, the quiet moments. —-

Walking into the house, Elliott could hear the shower running. The familiar sharp tang of the hair dye filled the air as he approached the bathroom. “Love, I’m home,” he called out, his voice carrying a hint of playful curiosity as he pushed open the ajar door.

The sight that greeted him made him chuckle softly: you were on your knees, hunched over the tub, diligently washing the dye out of your hair. “Hi Eli,” you called over the running water, trying to keep it from running into your mouth.

“Love,” he sighed softly, his eyes twinkling with affection as he knelt next to you. Gently, he took the shower head from your hands, guiding the stream of water to help rinse out the remaining dye, using his fingers to help scrub it out. “Oh, Elliott, you’re going to dye your hands!” you gasped slightly, trying to stop him, concern lacing your tone as you noticed his fingers already tinged with color.

“That’s okay, love. I want to help,” he said softly, his voice a soothing balm that eased your worries. Leaning down, he kissed your neck tenderly, the warmth of his lips a stark contrast to the cold water. “I don’t mind getting stained for you.

J - Jealous: Elliott is very confident in himself and in his relationship with you when you are together. However, when he's trying to court you, he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy when others turn their heads your way, admiring your charm and features. His jealousy comes from his deep desire to be the one who captures your heart completely, maybe one too many romantic stories rumbling in his head. —

Gripping his hair in his hands, Elliott groaned in frustration. He was in the middle of writing and was worried he had started to use too many of the same words, seeing them repeating in his sentences. His mind felt like it was going to explode, and he couldn't fall back asleep last night, so he had been up for hours at this point. Honestly, he wasn't even writing; he was just hoping to write.

Hearing voices through the thin wooden walls, he looked up and leaned back to peer through the window to see who was coming to the beach. A soft smile spread across his face when he saw Sam, his friends, his brother, and… you trailing behind. He couldn't help but stare at your swimsuit-clad body, the sun making you glow, and that beautiful smile he had fallen for. The sight of you filled him with a warm, comforting feeling that momentarily eased the tension in his mind.

Elliott glanced over at the door, biting his lip and sighing. He wasn't getting anything done in here, so he might as well go say hello. He stood up, stretched his tired limbs, and headed outside to join you all on the beach.

“Wait! Get my ba-” He listened to you groan as Sam and Abigail took off to the ocean with Vincent, leaving you holding your sunscreen and standing next to Sebastian. “I can do it, Far-” Elliott cleared his throat as he walked over, interrupting Sebastian, making you both look his way. “Go on and join them, I'll help.” Sebastian smiled, taking the sunscreen and throwing it to Elliott before running to join his friends.

Elliott couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched Sebastian’s easy interaction with you. His confident smile and the casual way he took the sunscreen from you just to toss it grated on his nerves. "Thanks, Elliott, I really don't want to burn," you said, laughing as you turned so he could rub the sunblock on your skin.

“Any time, Farmer, plus you know they all would miss all the important places,” he said, chuckling slightly as he rubbed your back and sides, his movements deliberate, as if he could somehow imprint his presence on you, remind you of his affection. His touch lingered, more possessive than before, trying to convey what he couldn’t put into words.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” He blushed deeply hearing your tease. “Jealous? Me? Of course not,”

[babiebom]

Hullo there! Could I see G, J, S and V for Elliott (sdv)? I hope you have a good day :)

A/N: i hope you have a good day as well!! Also if anyone wants to hear my ugly ass voice my twitch is here💖 I don’t stream often but I want to try some stardew streams soon so thought I should let y’all know :)

Tw: sexual content

Alphabet Post Masterlist

G-Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think Elliott would be quite serious during sex. Not because he’s a serious person, but because he is more of a romantic person, and sex is when your bodies are intertwining and you are connecting in a way that you can’t connect with anyone else. So he’s not going to be in a very laughing mood when he is trying to portray his love for you. Will laugh if something is funny though, he isn’t totally serious just focused.

J-Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sometimes jerks off if you aren’t available and he needs to clear his head. Will only do it if he is so distracted that he can’t get any work done, and trying to wait for his erection to go down doesn’t work. Prefers sex, but is not against masturbation. Thinks sometimes it’s needed, and understands that sometimes you need you time and masturbation is a part of that. He’s not someone who needs to all the time, but he also isn’t opposed to getting himself off.

S-Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Pretty good stamina? I think he can keep going for a while, maybe can go for about 45+ minutes straight and last for all of that if he tries hard. Can go about three rounds with 15 minute breaks in between to hydrate and get back into the mindset that he’s going to be having sex for a while. Likes when sex lasts a long time, so each round will be at least 30 minutes because for each round he has to start over with the foreplay and everything.

V-Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very loud at all. He groans and grunts into your ear. It’s very low, and even when he is losing his mind he isn’t a yeller or a screamer. He is a very quiet man naturally, it’s not that he’s embarrassed or wants to hide his noises, it’s just that his noises are quiet. Very grunty it’s more of an “uh” type of sound. Very short noises, never drawn out. Makes sure that his mouth is near your ears so you can hear. His sounds are more vibrate-y than audible if that makes sense? You can feel his groans more than you can hear them.

[shanesbluechicken]

The bachelors with a selkie partner? (gn)

The farmer is a selkie (Elliott, Harvey, Shane)

The selkie, also called the seal people, the sea people or the mermaid – a selkie is a marine legend that tells of people who are half fish, and half-human. In the water, they are seals, but on land, they shed their skin and take on human form. And for some reason, they are irresistible to ordinary humans, who are apt to fall in love with the seal people.

I had way too much fun with Shane :'D

TW: heavy language, mentions of alcohol

Gender: neutral

Elliott

That man is basically the Wikipedia of mythology AND he lives at the beach. It doesn't take him long to figure you out.

The first time you met it felt like lightning struck him when he laid his eyes upon you. Nothing and no one could match your beauty and you better believe him when he says that. Elliott has seen countless of beautiful things in his search for inspiration for his stories and yet nothing compares to you.

He definitely let's you know that and immediately recites a poem he once wrote.

But not only are you absolutely stunning, you're kind and humble as well, giving him magnificent inspiration for the hero in his new novel.

Shortly after your arrival in Pelican Town, he starts spotting a seal at the beach. It confuses him a bit since he's never seen one of those around these shores and to make it even stranger, that seal seems so incredibly familiar too. He can't exactly pinpoint what it is, but he knows it's there.

As I said, it doesn't take long for him to put 1 and 1 together. Especially not after looking around the beach and finding the seal's skin.

Now, it's common in the stories for the human to take the skin as soon as they find it, but Elliott decides against it. It doesn't feel right to take what's yours.

But he does back off for a couple days to think about a good way to approach you regarding this. You obviously want to keep it a secret otherwise the entire town would know by now and ambushing you is the last thing he wants to do. The fact that he feels pretty guilty for knowing something so private about you is just the cherry on top. He feels like je wronged you.

You of course notice his absence and how he's practically avoiding you. Worried that you might have done something to upset him, you decide to pay him a visit and right the wrongs.

Now Elliott has no other choice than to confess his knowledge to you. What he doesn't expect though is your relieved sigh and the way your entire body relaxes.

"I'm so glad that someone finally knows. It's tough to keep your identity only to yourself sometimes, you know?"

"I understand and you don't have to worry. I will stay silent."

The sweet smile you give him, makes him fall for you all over again.

He offers to keep your skin in his house, because if he found it then it's just a matter of time until another resident stumbles upon it as well.

He even shows you a secret spot for you to put on your skin and take a dive into the ocean as he watches you from afar. The adoration on his face is as clear as the sky and he doesn't even think about hiding it.

Harvey

A mess when he meets you. Don't get me wrong, he is a grown man who knows how to keep his composure around attractive people. He doesn't run around, screaming, giggling and blushing of course. But you're on a whole other level. Running, screaming and giggling might not be part of the progeam, but the blushing surely is.

It's just that he has never met anyone THIS beautiful and he tries so hard to stay professional during your doctor visits.

Keeps telling himself that you're just a patient, but can you blame him for losing his focus whenever you bless him with a sweet smile? Or when you slightly lean over, because you can't understand a word of his stuttering and a strand of your hair falls over your gorgeous face? Or when you say his name with your alluring voice?

Maru made it a habit to teases him slightly everytime you leave the clinic.

One day though you pass out infront of the mines. The exhaustion from carrying countless of stones and defending yourself against all sorts of creatures finally caught up to you and as soon as the fresh air hits your face, your legs give in and darkness consumes you.

Next thing you know you're being greeted by bright LED lights and the familiar walls of the clinic. Harvey enters the room, his eyes narrowed in both concentration and confusion as he's fixating a document in his hands.

"So we've made some tests..."

By now your heart is pounding so fast that you're afraid it might pop out of your chest and fear settles in. You've been avoiding this day since you first arrived here, because you KNOW. You know that no test result will match up with the ones of a normal human and that Harvey will notice it.

"It must be a flaw in the system, because this doesn't make any since. We need to repeat the tests, if you don't mind."

"Harvey."

You can't hide the desperation and fear in your lovely voice which gets his immediate attention. The poor man is basically fighting the urge to pull you into a comforting hug, his eyes big with worry.

It takes all your courage to confess your secret to him and much to your surprise he handles it very well. There are still doubts rising in the depth of his mind since he has never seen something or someone from mythology, nor has he heard of someone else witnessing such a thing.

These doubts vanish though as soon as you start feeling comfortable enough taking him to the beach with you. He loves watching you dive through the waves.

Shane

If there is something he hates more than meeting new people then it's crushing on new people.

He only sees a figure approaching him in the corner of his eye and he pretends to not notice it, groaning internally when said figure blocks his path. A curse is already forming on his tongue, but he quickly swallows it, practically choking on it, when he looks up at you.

You're an angel. This could not have gone any worse for him.

"What do you want?"

An outsider might assume he is simply acting rude, but if you look inside you can see that he actually meant the question. Shane genuinely can't comprehend why someone as divine as YOU would willingly walk up someone as messy as HIM. Especially today when he didn't have the time to jump into the shower to get rid of the smell of yesterday's booze. He can't stand the fact that he cares what you think about him, can't stand the fact that he wants to leave a decent first impression.

But if you'd mind it then you're not showing it, your bright smile staying on your face as if you couldn't be happier about meeting him. Weirdo.

And that scenario repeats itself on a regular basis. Days turn into weeks and Shane has given up. His attempts of pushing you away don't work at all, on the contrary they seem to make you even more interested in him. It has gotten to a point where he greets you with a smile. Okay, a half smile and only on his good days.

One afternoon after his shift he is being surprised by Jas and Vincent who were waiting for him and Sam infront of JojaMart, rambling about some seal they saw at the beach. Shane doesn't feel like going, the urge to have a drink at the saloon pulling at him, but the wish to make his goddaughter happy prevails. This time.

Now he is finding himself covering behind the leaves and branches of a bush, knee high in dirt and looking down a cliff at the ocean.

"We can't scare the seal so stay hidden."

Sure. If there even is one. He has never heard of seals around this area and especially not around this time of the year.

"There it is!"

"Holy shi-"

He is able to bite his tongue in time. Shane has enough decency to not swear infront of the kids.

But holy shit, there actually is a seal. After a few seconds it disappears between the waves and the entire group exchanges excited and shocked looks with each other. He has to admit that that thing was absolutely adorable.

Eyes still locked onto the sea, he doesn't notice the other three walking off, their voices slowly becoming more quiet as they're leaving. Then he spots it. Or should I say, YOU.

"What the fuck?"

Why is the seal going on land?

"What the FUCK?"

Is it taking off it's SKIN?!

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

You're the seal?!

He doesn't believe his eyes, doesn't want to believe his eyes. He must still be drunk from yesterday right? No, that can't be it, he hasn't felt anything besides his usual hangover and even that is fading away.

Of course you overheard his yelling, knowing fully well that your secret has been lifted. So now you're rushing up to the bushes and catch Shane the second he was about to head to the saloon and handle this situation the way he handles everything. With a couple drinks.

"You're-"

"Shut the fuck up."

The man freezes upon hearing your harsh words, but not because he is hurt. He has simply never heard you talk like that before and he can't deny that he kinda likes it.

You basically force him to accompany you to his farm and explain everything to him. Shane of course tries to be somewhat patient and understand, but you can't get much out of him except an occasional "what the fuck".

He swears to keep it to himself though and if you'd just look a bit more closely you'd see how happy is about the fact that you're trusting him with this. Shane can be an asshole often times, but he is the most loyal person on earth.

Masterlist

[esthercore]

When you two are just lounging around, and they are obsessing over finally having you & being with you together forever and end up blurting out blatant comments about your future together they have planned/expecting randomly like, "You need to put on some more weight to carry our babies comfortably" or "I think we should go to 'XYZ' for our honeymoon" and you're just laying on the couch like "O_o??"

(HSR) Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Sunday, Boothill; (DOL) Kylar, Eden; (GI) Childe, Diluc, Kaveh, Thoma, Ayato, Sethos (?); (SW) Elliot

[thebluester2020]

Blue... Blue.... Alex and the squirting farmer did something.... Can i ask for the other male's reactions to that :3 pwease

SDV Bachelors x Farmer Who Squirts

Summary: How the bachelors react to a farmer who squirts for the first time. Warning(s): S M U T, Sam being a bit of a horndog / perv, Munch Elliot and Sebastion (it's my favorite headcanons of them and I'm dying on that hill), Shane being a bit of a dom, Harvey being a slight sub. Side note(s): I love it when y'all have big-brained ideas 💙

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Elliot

Oddly confident?

I imagine he has a diverse collection of books. Erotica is definitely on his bookshelf somewhere so mentions of a girl (or guy) squirting aren't uncommon to him. In his mind? You squirting is a sign that he's doing something good and he would take pride in it.

So follow the vision, the two of you have been dating for a while and you finally work up the nerve to stay over at his cabin for the night just to spend some more time with him, as well as hear the waves at night.

One moment Elliot was reading to you, steadily getting to a particular spicy scene in the novel, and the next?

His head was in between your thighs slurping and sucking at your clit.

♡ - In the silence of Elliot's cabin, lewd squelching and feverous moaning could be heard.

What started as a simple visit. Elliot had sent you a letter that he had received a new book in the mail and wished to read it with you, a simple and impromptu date night that steadily turned more sensual as your lover continued to read.

Mentions of the woman in the novel being touched by her lover...his fingers slowly trailing up her legs until they reached her twitching sex before the man's fingers teased her folds, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he fingered her to orgasm. You hadn't realized you were panting like a bitch in heat until Elliot teasingly mentioned the redness in your cheeks, questioning if you wanted to recreate the scene.

You couldn't imagine a scenario where you said no.

"Ah~! Elliot, oh fuck..." You moaned, your hands gripping onto Elliot's hair for dear life as he sucked and kissed at your clit, hums of appreciation escaping his glistening lips as his fingers teased your entrance.

Alone, his tongue proved his skill in pleasuring you. The whispered words of his love told to none other than your pussy as if it were capable of talking back to him, but, you oh so desperately wanted him to touch and scratch that itch inside of you. "You're twitching so much my love..." Elliot said, pressing one more kiss to your bud before he kissed up your thigh until he reached your calf.

"Elliot..." You whispered, teary-eyed and begging much to his amusement.

He leaned forward with a smirk, caging you in with his body as his free hand traveled back down to your pussy. "Yes~?" He smirked.

"N-Need you..."

"You already have me dear, what more can I give you."

Your blush only increased as your eyes looked away from his from both embarrassment and to gesture to the hand that was touching you everywhere but where you needed your lover the most. "T-There..."

"Your pussy? Aren't I already doing that?"

You pouted. "N-Need you...inside..." When his brown rose with that slow rising smile of his, your sex-dazed brain quickly remembered its manners as you whispered a shy 'Please' to him. And, without further convincing, Elliot's fingers plunged into your pussy, tearing a moan from the confines of your throat as your hands gripped the pillow behind you.

Elliot pressed sensual kisses all over your face, eventually focusing on nipping the shell of your ear as he felt your sex begin to clamp around your fingers. Your hands eventually left the pillow and moved to wrap around Elliot's neck as your moans suddenly increased in volume and frequency. "E-Elliot!" You keened. "S Something...oh fuck! C-Cumming!"

Without warning, there was a gushing noise, Elliot's attention swiping from your face to your sex before his eyes widened at the sight of a clear liquid spurting from your pussy and your legs shaking ferociously. His mouth fell open at the arousing sight, his cock twitching in its confines at the gorgeous sight before he looked back to you.

Your eyes were unfocused and cloudy, unshed tears brimming the edges of your eyes as your chest heaved up and down.

"My love..." He whispered. "Care to give me such a show again~?"

Sebastion

Flustered (his cock literally gets as hard as a diamond)

I like to believe that Sebastion is a virgin but he isn't stupid.

He knows of people being able to squirt, but he doesn't have experience due to him being a shut-in and never being intimate with anyone. When the two of you started dating though, his mind shifted as y'all got more handsy with one another.

The feeling of you cumming around his cock, the taste of your pussy. It all drove him nuts and eventually awakened something in him that screamed "Can they do more?".

And one night, when his family was out and you and him were getting hot n' heavy in his bedroom. Your body tucked into Sebastion's front as he looked over your shoulder as he fingered your lewd pussy, he got his answer.

♡ - He couldn't tear his eyes away from you.

And by "you", he meant your pussy that was clamping so tightly over his fingers if it feared of letting go of him! Such a lewd sight was a rarity- nay, an impossible scene for him to fathom for a shut-in like himself unless he watched porn or used his imagination. Of course, this was all before he got to know you.

Now? As you whined and moaned so prettily for him, your arms looped around his head in a subconscious way of trying to ground yourself while you practically fucked yourself on his fingers...his cheeks were so red that he felt as if he were on fire, he hadn't the slightest clue how he hadn't cum in his pants yet.

Sebastion pressed a sensual kiss to the corner of your lips. "You're so pretty Y/N...y'know that?" Sebastion whispered before his eyes went back to the scene before him as his fingers steadily grew more and more coated with your slick.

However, it was when a keen escaped your lips that he knew there was something different about the way your pussy twitched around his fingers then. How your hand raced to try and stop his hand and you began to whisper and beg for a break.

"Huh?" He said almost like a confused puppy. "You've never asked for a break before..." Cruelly, the thrusts of his fingers sped up as a smile cracked onto his flustered features at the sound of your moans increasing in volume.

"S-Sebby...!" You whined as your legs started to thrash and your cunt got sloppier, wetness started to coat his hand more and more as Sebastion's eyes were glued to the unfolding scene before him.

Yet before even he had a chance to predict what might happen, his hand was soon coated with the warmth of your gushing juices. His eyes widened in both shock and arousal as your legs shook and seized, the very scene stealing the very breath from his lungs as he struggled to not cum in his pants and save his load for when he was fucking you.

"Yoba..." He whispered as he brought his hand up to his face.

"Sorry..." You whispered, barely even coherent as you tried to will the energy to look at him.

He scoffed as he licked your slick off from his fingers. "Sorry?" He scoffed.

"Don't be~ let's do that again, but on my cock this time."

Sam

Excited (my favorite lil' perv)

I'm going to stick to my own personal theme of Sam being a bit fo a pervert and say that you squirting has been on his mind for a while now, along with the other nasty ideas floating around inside his head.

Some nights, when he's fisting his cock to the thought of you in a sundress or that time when he visited your farm and found you bent over to pick something up. He'd think about the 'What if?' moments of where he's behind you.

Beads of sweat dripping down your skin from the summer heat as he plunged into you repeatedly, his hand coming down to rub circles onto your clit as he got drunk off of your moans and begs for release.

Up until, much to his surprise, he felt a wetness splash onto him and drip down his thighs, your thighs quivering as he had to hold you up to keep you from collapsing.

Poor you, now you had to go at least three more rounds with him!

♡ - A pornographic moan escaped his lips when you squirted for the first time.

As sweat dripped from Sam's forehead as his cock dragged against your warm walls, he couldn't help the delirious moans that left his kiss-swollen lips. Almost as if he were the one who just squirted and not you. "B-Babe?" He said, lazily wiping the sweat from his eyes with the back of his arm before he leaned forward. "Can you do that again...? Fuck...you have to do that again" He begged, needy whines leaving his lisp as his thrusts picked up speed with a fervor more ardent than moments previously.

He couldn't even begin to explain how long he'd been waiting for this moment!

Since the first time he slipped into your pussy all those months ago!

When his imagination finally became reality.

From then on, he felt like a dog in heat. From a brief whiff of your perfume, to those rare-spotted moments where you bended forward in front of him. Your pussy was far too addicting for him to let go so easily, his aching cock always hard and at attention when he was around you as the thoughts of what he wanted to do next, what he wanted to experience next with you plagued his every waking thought!

But...now that he's seen you squirt? All the times he's had sex with you prior seemed to pale in comparison as the memory replayed again and again in his mind.

"S-Sam...!" You gasped. "S-Slow down- Ah!"

He pouted. "I can't..." He whined in your ear. "I just can't, fuuuuckkk, your pussy feels too good." He said, watery blue orbs looking into yours as a dopey grin slowly crawled its way onto his blushing features.

"You'll squirt on my dick again, right Y/N? Oh pleaassee say that you will..." To accentuate his begging, the side of his face dug into the valley between your bouncing breasts as he moaned at the feeling of your pussy clamping down on his dick and the sound of your fucked-dumb pleas of 'More' or 'Go faster' rang in his ears.

"Don't worry Y/N..." Sam chuckled as his grip on your love handles tightened to the point you knew in the back of your head that you'd have some bruises there in the morning, his balls slapping against your sex echoing throughout his room. "I'll make sure that you feel really good."

Harvey

Similar to Sebastion, he's flustered but like way more.

You were taking control for the night and were fucking yourself onto his dick. Yet, the deeper angle pressed into a delicious ache inside of your cunt and caused you to become a little more...greedier than you typically were.

To the point, you were unconsciously overstimulating your poor lover as he was too fucked-dumb to even still you how you were fucking him too good. How, like yourself, were beginning to feel strange as his balls tightened up at his oncoming unexpected release.

But by the time you got off his cock, that last feeling of friction suddenly made him squirt just as, if not more than you had.

He was squirting allllll over his stomach.

♡ - When you squirted on Harvey's dick, your warm wetness splashing against his thighs as you threw your head back to let out a keen of sheer ecstasy. He felt like he was in pure heaven.

Yet as you slowly came down from your high, the aftershocks from your orgasm still washing over you as your pussy clenched and unclenched around Harvey's cock. When your gaze finally settled back onto your lover, you could've sworn you saw hearts start to appear in Harvey's eyes as you steadily began to roll your hips on his still-hard cock.

"Harvey?" You spoke breathily. "You okay?"

He was more than fine.

But, it took a long minute for the doctor to express that as he lazily looked up at you as if you hung the very moon and stars just for him. After all, he was far too focused on how your hips were rubbing against him oh so perfectly. How your sloppy pussy was so warm and so tight even after the countless times that the both of you had been together...so much so that he was slipping further and further into the fogginess that his pleasure-ridden brain provided.

"Harveeyyy~" You said his name like a siren as you caressed his cheek. "Feelin' good?" You purred, giggling when Harvey answered honestly with an eager nod and an 'Uh huh'.

At his honesty, you began to speed up your hip rolls, a choked-up whine just barely escaping Harvey's throat as his grip upon your hips tightened as he ground up into you in search of more friction. Yet, you knew your lover, although he was more vocal than your previous partners. This time? He was a lot more vocal than he typically was (not that you were complaining).

You almost wanted to be concerned.

But the sight of Harvey's eyes starting to roll into the back of his head?

It was far too delectable for you to give up on.

"So cute f' me baby~" You praised as you pressed your hands onto Harvey's chest, your hips falling and rising more rapidly onto your lover as more and more unashamed moans left his lips. "You should be this shameless more often." You giggled.

"I love how shy you are but I think I like this side of you a lot more." You giggled before you quickly snapped back to Harvey's face as his moans and occasional whines began to increase in pitch.

"Oh....shit, Y/N. H-Honey, I feel weird...please don't stop!"

"I think something- Oh fuck, d-don't stop...!"

"Yoba! Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"

Quickly, you dismounted your lover before finishing him off with your hands, wanting to see the amount of his spend before you were met with the unexpected scene of him squirting. The white liquid sprayed all over his stomach and just underneath his chest as Harvey's screamed to the point you feared he'd wake your animals. Your eyes were as wide as saucers, yet...as your gasping lover struggled to catch his breath.

A part of you begged to see him do it again.

Shane

RIP to your pussy

He's definitely fucking you harder after that little display.

But how he reacts in other ways definitely depends on the location. If you two are having sex at your place? I like to imagine that he'll get really kinky with it and try to make you scream as loud as possible, making sure that everyone within a ten-minute radius of your farmstead knows who made you squirt.

If you're fucking at Marnie's house, however? That'll be the time you find out just how good (and sexy) slow sex with Shane can be.

Ultimately though, when you squirt, Shane is in the business of making sure that you continue the party alllllll night long until he's satisfied or you passed out.

♡ - Ohohoho...he's been waiting for this moment since the second he had access to your tight little cunt.

"Shit farmer...didn't know you could squirt~" Shane groaned as he pressed a hand into the middle of your back, forcing you to arch even more as he drilled his cock further into your sloppy cunt. "How many other secrets are you holdin' out on me, eh?" He continued to interrogate you even though he fully understood you were incapable of answering in a complete sentence, much less uttering a single word aside from the breathless moans that escaped your hoarse mouth.

Yet as the local drunk fucked pussy, his full balls slapping against your cunt as the noises filled your otherwise quiet bedroom.

He couldn't help but remember the fact that he used to be so rude to you before he actually stopped and got to know you.

Suddenly, your face appeared in the forefront of his mind and as he became more drunk off how your walls squeezed his cock, the enveloping warmth began to make his hips stutter as he felt his release close in on him. All he could think about was making you his cute little farmer wife.

The two of you could raise allll the chickens you wanted.

But most importantly? And the most special little bonus that he and only he would get unlike the other people in this town who possibly had a crush on you? He'd have 24/7 access to your squirting little cunt, your moans that shamelessly told him to keep going despite your overstimulation.

He uttered out a guttural 'Fuck' at the idea. "Fuck pretty...we should get married after this, huh?" He smirked. "Ain't no way I'm losing this tight pussy, especially after figuring out what you can do tonight."

[calccite]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐰 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 ; 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝

a/n: This took a while to write, sorry for procrastinating. Got a bit too silly :(( tw: 18+ mentions of b*ners and h*rniness, and implications of s*x ᶜʳᵉᵈᶦᵗˢ: ᵒʲᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵃⁿᵏᵉⁿ ᵏᵘⁿ

Harvey 🩺

Harvey would be hesitant to ask if you're down to have sex, but whenever he's in the mood usually he tries to act like everything is fine. But really, he can't help but have his touch linger than you longer than usual 🤭, and he really is TRYING his best to remain respectful for you. 🥺 It's also easy to catch him staring at you as he bites his lips anxiously or how he fumbles slightly with his words when you're speaking with him, it's also not that easy to miss the way he faces his pants away from you. You can still catch the sight of that suspicious bump in his trousers 😚... Despite the ache in his pants, he's not going to ask you to do something about it though! Since you've probably been busy with the hard work managing the farm,,, He doesn't want to bother you about it, unless you do like to bother with it. :))

Elliot ✒️

Only at seldom times does Elliott ever get into the mood, so there's hardly ever any time for him to ask for sex and stuff. But usually after his book tours or when you've been busy with whatever tasks you've taken up--Or had a long mining trip at Calico (They should add elevators ngl), he misses you a lot. 🥺 So when he feels deprived of you, Elliott is particularly very affectionate with you. Whether you're cooking and preparing dishes in the kitchen, watching tv on your big couch, or just about to sleep, expect to feel a pair of arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles himself into the back of your shoulders.  😌 (He's not subtle about it either). He'll sometimes ask if you'd be willing, he may outright tell you that he "yearns" or "wants you". As he kisses the back of your neck, eyelashes fluttering up to look at you almost pleadingly, would you really say no to that face?

Shane 🐥

It's hard to say how often Shane gets horny, since he used to get a case of whiskey dick before he met you, but now that he has you, he has cut back on the alcohol, since he wants to live long enough and grow old with you. Back on topic, it really depends on how far you are in your guy's relationship. Early on, he feels like it's unreal that you chose him of all people in Pelican Town, so whenever he does get in the mood, he doesn't want to burden you with something as troublesome as dealing with him. :( Whenever he does get the small courage to ask, he suddenly backs out. "Hey, is it okay if-- Nevermind. Forget I asked." is what you're mostly met with as he walks past you, ashamed. ☹️ But if you've been together for a while (or married), he does open up more about it. Whenever you two are just laying side by side in bed, he just thinks you're so pretty then suddenly he's got a boner! He would just hold your hand and gaze at you, waiting patiently. "If you want to of course." He would mumble, "It's not like you have to if you don't really feel like it." Well maybe you do. 😊

Sebastian 🐸

Sebastian's sex drive is kinda low, so it's very rare for him to get horny. But whenever he is? He's noticeably a lot more touchy and even clingy. Sebastian would be the one initiating physical affection with you. You two are lying in bed together? He has an arm wrapped around you, spooning. Oh you guys are playing on console together? You're now playing overcooked sat on his lap! He's busy coding? His hand is resting on your thigh "to feel less anxious". Even if you're not always glued to the hip, he always finds a way to be near you. If you're cooking, he's sitting by the table, softly smiling at you. But when you're in public and he's in the mood? This boy is a MENACE. 😭 He'd innocently whisper the things he is imagining about you in your ear before pulling away with a cheeky grin as if nothing happened. Sebastian would mention he needs to go home, before not so subtly letting you know that you can come with. With the way he's now smiling oh so sweetly! Maybe you are gonna get back at him for that.

Sam 🎸

With this boy? You already know he's constantly dtf 🙄, he doesn't even need to outright say it. Sam's already clinging onto you the second he sees you, any second he's humping against your leg like a dog in heat! Especially when he gives you this face. -> 🥺 "So..." He'd always start off before following up with a "Can we fuck?... Please?" Sam might add in a whine too if he begged. Though of course he won't force you if you're uncomfortable and not in the mood; He'd usually take care of himself in the bathroom. But if you are in the mood and down to fuck.. Sam would be over the moon! He would be so happy and excited, kissing and touching you all over. Though your legs won't be happy either the next day.

Alex 🏈

Out of all the bachelors, Alex would be the shyest when it comes to being horny. His first instinct the moment he gets a boner around you is to avoid physical touch all together, he wants to be respectful with you is all..🥺 Dude won't let you sit on his lap, kiss him, or anything that involves you pressing your body against his and he refuses to let you touch him! You'd know immediately when you straddle his lap, and when you lean close, you can hear this boy WHIMPER. 😩 Alex is trying his best to be a gentleman, but when his fingers are practically digging into your waist, he is holding back SO much. He would rest his head against your shoulder, filling the room with his sounds. Alex would be PLEADING "Please-- please please can I touch you?" but he patiently tries to waits for you " That's probably enough teasing this poor guy don't you think? (I should probably write a scenario of this ngl)

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[coffeeshopguest]

please i need stardew valley bachelors in a kinky gangbang with gender neutral or female farmer!

I loved this suggestion but please have mercy, I didn't know which ones you wanted so I did all 6 which was VERY difficult for me to incorporate so I made it sort of cheap in the end to save having to write a whole night of sex with them all 😭 pls enjoy! I'm sorry if it's a little shitty, I've never written or read group sex stuff 😭

The Bachelor's and the Farmer's Night

Word Count: 1569

Pairing: F!Reader x Sebastian, Harvey, Sam, Alex, Shane & Elliott

Warning: 18+, group sex, rope kink, handcuffs, swearing, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, anal mention, oral mention, cum swallowing, light bdsm (choking, spanking), all of it is pretty vague and quickly mentioned except the fingering & vaginal sex

It was Sam's idea. Not that he was gonna openly parade that around to anyone at first. It started as a pathetic fantasy that he would get off on at night, thin walls making him cover his own mouth as he imagined the farmer laying on a bed, tied down, taking it from him and Sebastian over and over. He was ashamed to even incorporate his friend in a fantasy, but the idea of a threesome with the farmer and Sebastian was just...so fucking hot. The idea of watching her get fucked, then fucking her - Sam was a simple man and he nearly came on the spot every single time he imagined it. 

What's worse? He began incorporating the idea of Alex in the mix. He was friendly with Alex - and Sam had seen the farmer interacting with Alex a lot recently. Even throwing around a football with him the other day. Sam didn't immediately think anything of it, until he woke up sweating and hard, having dreamt the farmer and Alex going at it while Sam jacked off and waited for his turn patiently. Slowly, Sam began to think about...what if more people got involved? And oh, god. He finally let it slip to Sebastian. 

"What do you think of that new farmer?" Sam asked as he took a shot for one of the striped balls on the pool table. His voice was even, but his heart was racing a pathetic amount. 

Sebastian leaned on his stick, watching Sam's shot. "She's cute," Sebastian answered. The two made slow eye contact and Sam debated just leaving the whole conversation at that. But something about the way Sebastian stared him down made him crack. 

"Yeah, yeah, she is...uh- you like her?" 

Sebastian took a swig of his drink, nodded a little. "Sure," he said, "why?" 

"How...how do you like her?" Sam gently rested his stick down on the wall, watching his friend. "Like," he began, "sexually...or...?" 

Eyes widening a little, Sebastian tilted his head. "I- we don't usually talk about that kinda stuff," he dismissed, turning his attention to the pool table and ignoring Sam for a moment. 

Sam nodded slightly, before he finally whispered, "I know but I want to...uh..." he glanced around the Saloon to see if anyone was looking towards them. No one was. "I kinda want to...have...some group sex with them." 

Sebastian took a shot, perhaps out of shock, the cue ball launched across the table and sunk a striped ball. He stared down at the table. Quiet. "Just us three or?" 

"Uhm...I was thinking maybe Alex..." 

Sebastian raised his head up, hair falling over his left eye. "The farmer? Did you talk to her?"

 Sam shook his head and Sebastian slowly turned to the table where he'd set his drink aside, grabbing it and gently taking a sip. "Ask her. Tell me when you do."

"You...you're in?" 

Sebastian gave a short nod, and the two acted as though the conversation never even happened. 

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When presented with the idea, albeit from a terrified Sam, you agreed immediately. With a condition. You wanted Sam to invite Elliott, Shane, and Harvey. His eyes widened. 

"Six....you want six guys-" you nodded. Sam had to awkwardly adjust his pants, at the mere suggestion of that many guys fucking you he got hard. Just the idea of watching it was too much for him. "I- I'll see what they say." 

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To Sam's shock, every single person agreed. He was expecting a sharp no from Shane, but he said yes without a second thought. Harvey stuttered out a "Oh...holy shit...uh- at the farm-?" and blushed madly. Elliott tried to maintain some sort of dignity but by the immediate bulge in his pants Sam guessed his answer before Elliott could recover words and agree. Alex tried to act disgusted at first. But then he mumbled a "can I bring handcuffs and rope?" (Sam asked "dude you live with your grandparents in a small town, why do you even have those?" and was met with a glare). 

So it was arranged, a day and time was set. The six made their way down to the farm, chatting quietly amongst themselves. Sam was hard basically half the day before this, eagerly awaiting the nighttime - when his fantasy would become reality. The farmer answered the door, smiling softly at the six men. "Boys, come on in," she smiled. Sam nearly choked, they were wearing a flannel, opened up, only a bra underneath. Fuck. Fucking christ. She was good at this. 

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Upon being brought to the bedroom, Sam gently guided you to lay down, Harvey quickly mumbled "she needs a safe word-" and the rest agreed. Turning their attention to you. Six flushed, eager faces. You felt like prey laying in the bed, flannel opened to expose your bra. A safe word definitely was needed. As much as you wanted to take all six repeatedly you weren't entirely sure how much you could take before you were too used.

"Red light," you murmured out. "Yellow light means give me a break, but I want to keep going." 

And so it began. Sam quickly ripped off the flannel and tossed it aside, then tore the bra off and threw it aside, his hands wandered to your jeans, slowly unzipping them. Your panties exposed, he gently moved his hand down, rubbing softly against the wet spot. You bit your lip, about to moan. Quickly, Sam backed up, Sebastian took one side of the bed and Alex the other. Hands launched to your chest, as Sam gently finished pulling off your pants. A hand on each breast, gently running your ripples through their fingers, you began moaning out loud. Sam got off the bed. 

"Who wants to go first?" he asked, Elliott stepped forward. He gently undid his pants, erection springing out. He gently lined up. 

You bit your lip, before he backed away, "did...anyone bring lube?" Elliott's voice gently asked. It was Harvey who had, gently digging it out of his jacket pocket and handing it over. Elliott gently poured some into his hand, gliding it across your pussy causing you to moan out. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sam, eagerly jacking off as he watched. Sebastian was still by your side, but his hands had left your body. Elliott gently shoved a finger in. "I'll start slow, you're about to have a hell of a night," he said reassuringly. 

You looked up into his eyes, nodding softly. He smiled, gently leaning down, placing a kiss on your forehead, before be pulled his finger out. "Did that hurt at all?" you shook your head, and he gently shoved two fingers in, letting your body adjust to the feeling, he slowly began pumping them in and out of you. All eyes were on you and you whimpered softly, meeting eyes with Shane who was still fully dressed. 

"Sha- shane-" you mumbled, gasping as Elliott's fingers expertly worked you. "Can- you- strip?" 

A hand gently laced around your neck, "use manners, baby, what do we say?" it was Sebastian's hand, tight grip but just light enough not to hurt. Elliott's fingers effortlessly kept time. 

"Please?" you whimpered, the hand left your neck and Shane slowly began to undo his belt. As soon as he was stripped, Elliott's hands left you, for only a second you had a miserable feeling of emptiness before Shane swapped with Elliott. 

He postioned himself, hands gently gripping your hips as he found where to line up. "Ready?" you nodded, and with one swift thrust he was in you. Lips found your neck, Shane was focused on fucking you. It was Harvey who had knelt beside you, hand gently gliding down your body to your tit's. Lips on your neck, sucking and leaving a hickey. 

Shane grunted, speeding up more. "Fuck- tight...gonna-" 

"Not in her," Sam whimpered, you had forgotten Sam was still here, in the corner of the events jacking off. "We can't all...not in her." 

To describe the events would be tiring and long and endless. They took turns, spilling themselves over your naked body, in your ass, in your mouth. Alex was partial to rough sex, Sam into watching, Harvey wanted to pleasure you however you asked, Shane was focused solely on his own quick finish, Sebastian wanted to tie you down with Alex's ropes when he fucked you and choke you out, Elliott was gentle and soft and sweet and placed kisses on your forehead as you took their dicks over and over and over. 

In the end, the sun rose when you guys finally ended the session. You had given several sessions of head. Taken fingers, fists, and dicks. Been tied down, choked, spanked, had your hair pulled. And each of them had asked for something the others hadn't. Sam begged to finish by jacking off onto your naked body. Sebastian wanted your lips wrapped around his cock when he finished. Alex, he was the one who dug out a condom so he could feel your pussy tighten around him as he came inside you. 

When the session ended, you simply told all of them. "We're doing this again." 

[honey-crypt]

elliott x his husband farmer having breeding kink, go wild with this one 🫡 I need to make that man pregnant even if he has a dick idc

a/n: i regret nothing with this fic. i regret nothing!!!!!!! (minors dni ofc)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: breeding, tit sucking, mentions of pregnancy and lactation, mpreg kink in a way idk???, bottom!elliott, farmer keeps calling elliott "mommy", too many uses of the words "cock", "dick", and "ass/hole", farmer has a dick but no gendered pronouns

summary: you want a baby and you want one now, even if your husband has no physical means of getting pregnant.

★ gonna make you a mommy - elliott x amab!farmer ★

“I want a baby.”

Elliott peered up from his book, a mystery thriller by his favorite author Bailey Sloan, to eye his spouse. You laid in bed beside him with your hands clasped together and resting on your chest, eyes boring into the ceiling. Elliott placed his book down on the nightstand and adjusted his reading glasses, “What sparked your interest?” he asked. You turned on your side and stared up at your husband, “I mean, we’ve been married for almost two years, usually people start thinking about having kids around now.”

“That’s true,” the writer hummed and took off his reading glasses to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes, “Perhaps, we should discuss this more in the morning.”

“Ellie,” your nickname for him made his stomach do a somersault, “Can I give you a baby?” the energy in the bedroom shifted, as you traced your fingertips lightly against the back of Elliott’s arm. He shivered slightly, “Give me a baby?” the question rolled off his tongue timidly. You sat up and pressed your body against his side, your breath hot and tickling Elliott’s ear when you spoke, “I’ll be frank with you… you’d be a great mother.”

“Mother?” he gawked as if you grew an extra head. You chuckled softly at him, “Yeah, Ellie. It’s been on my mind all day after I saw you give Jas and Vincent an English lesson in the library,” you snaked your arms around Elliott’s body and pulled him close, “I wanna have a baby with you one day but tonight, can I give you one?”

Elliott’s cheeks reddened, “I don’t understand, my love. I can’t get pregnant,” you began to nip lovingly at his neck, “Tonight, I’m gonna get you pregnant,” you clarified to him. Elliott gawked at your answer, “You’re going to- oh Yoba…” the puzzle pieces finally connected together, “You really want to give me a baby?”

“Yes, yes I do,” your hands roamed your husband’s flowy nightshirt, its sheer material showcasing Elliott’s toned and somewhat hairy chest. The redhead bit down on his bottom lip to suppress a moan, as you unbuttoned his nightshirt and peppered his freckles skin with light kisses. Elliott found his way into your hair, combing his nimble fingers through your locks while your lips hovered one of his nipples. You latched on and gently bit the sensitive bud, a loud moan making its way out of Elliott’s throat, “Fuck,” you chuckled lowly, “I can just picture these fucking tits all big and heavy with milk.”

Elliott covered his blushing face with his spare hand and gripped onto your hair, “Don’t be weird!” he mumbled. You snorted and removed his hand, pecking him on the cheek, “Don’t you wanna be a mommy, Ellie?” you hopped on his thigh, rutting your aching cock against his flannel bottoms, “Don’t you wanna have a tummy full of cum?” you rubbed his stomach with one hand and stabilized yourself with the other on the headboard behind Elliott, “Don’t you wanna be a good boy and let me breed you?”

Elliott’s eyes glossed over with a hue of lustful obedience, “Yoba, please,” he whined. The way you rubbed his stomach so tenderly, your cooing voice, everything made any sense of logic melt away. He felt how hard your cock was on his thigh, oh how he wanted to give you everything you ever wanted. Elliott wished to worship every inch of you and delve every little whim of yours, “Please give me a baby.”

“Good boy,” you kissed him on the temple and pulled your body off him. Elliott whimpered softly at the loss of contact, but quickly resumed his moaning when you freed his leaking dick from his bottoms and into your mouth. You happily sucked your husband off, eyes rolling to the back of your skull at the sensation of having a cock-filled mouth. In your eyes, every part of Elliott was angelic and perfect, especially his dick. While you blew Elliott, you managed to secure one hand on his left tit and squeezed firmly, eliciting a cry of pain mixed in with joy. You promptly popped Elliott’s cock out of your mouth, as spit dribbled down your lips and onto his twitching, wet dick, “Do that again.”

“Do what-” the writer cut himself off with another whimpering cry when you roughly squeezed his tits. A mischievous smile graced your lips, “That.”

Elliott pouted at you, “My love, you’re being so firm with me, do you-” another moan interrupted his question, as you massaged his chest with your calloused, working hands. Your mouth watered at how delicious and tender his breasts were, you had never seen such voluminous tits on a man before. You latched back onto one of his tits and inhaled sharply, watching your husband squirm and whimper under your control. What a good boy, you smiled to yourself while you sucked on his tit eagerly. Elliott maneuvered you off to the side slightly so he could get access to his cock, wrapping his hand around the veiny shaft. Using your spit as lube, he started stroking himself, his head growing hazier and hazier by the second. 

“You’re so pretty, Ellie,” you purred in his ear, taking a pause from suckling to admire how your husband jerked his cock with such focus. His feverish stroking filled the air with wet ‘squelch!’ sounds, patting with his tongue out like a bitch in heat. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to breed him right then and now. In one uniform motion, you flipped Elliott onto his stomach and playfully slapped him on the ass, “Ass in the air,” you directed him. Elliott threw his ass higher up, his other freckled cheeks on full display. 

You reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of silicone lube, squirting the jelly-like substance on your fingers. Despite your overwhelming need to fill your husband up, you didn’t want to go in with his poor asshole unprepared. Elliott let out a shaky moan when the chilly sensation of lube made contact with his tight hole. You gently prepped your angel of a husband for a good fucking, as you coated his hole with lube and carefully stretched him out with your fingers. His cock twitched with anticipation, clear fluid dripping down from the dangling mushroom tip. 

“Ellie,” you hummed to your husband, slowly stripping yourself of your remaining clothes and allowing your dick to smack against the back of Elliott’s thigh, “You look so eager and ready for me to fill you up,” you palmed one of his aes cheeks, as you coated your cock with lube and lined it up to his entrance, “Are you ready, baby?”

“Always,” he answered back. You rubbed his back reassuringly, as you slowly slid yourself inside. Your husband sharply exhaled at the sensation, but recovered within a minute; after all, he was the bottom in the relationship. Soon, you began to thrust, your hands clenching Elliott’s ass for support, as you pistoned your cock in and out of his hole. You couldn’t hold back your primal urges, you needed to make Elliott a mother. 

“You’re gonna be a good mommy, aren’t yah?” you laughed, forcing Elliott’s head into the pillows. He tried to respond, but his voice was muffled and the only sounds you could hear come out from him were “Aah! Aah!” and “Fuck! Fuck!”, as your cock teased his sweet spot with its angry tip, “You’re gonna be a good mommy, I know that for sure! You’re gonna have a cute little tummy, all round and swole with my kids, yeah?”

“Yes!” cried Elliott, his ass jiggling with each slap from your pelvis. 

“You gonna let me suck on your tits, too? Yeah?”

“Yes, they’re all yours!”

“Good boy,” you mused aloud, your thrusts intensifying. For moments like this, you were grateful that the farmhouse was so isolated from the rest of Pelican Town and Stardew Valley, or else you and Elliott would have been drowning in fines for noise violations. You wrapped your arms around your husband’s upper body and hoisted him up, allowing yourself to hit his P-spot just the way you knew he liked it, “Pretty boy~”

Tears of joy dripped down Elliott’s cheeks and onto your hands, his mind on the fritz from the pleasure. Yoba, how he loved being toyed with, how you hit that one spot just right. His cock bounced with each thrust, his heavy balls slapping with the movement. You grabbed onto his dick with one hand and held him up with the other, stroking and fucking him in unison. 

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” your husband recited your name like a prayer, “I’m going to- I’m gonna- Fuck!” sticky, white cum erupted from his cock, as he convulsed in your embrace from his orgasm. Nonetheless, you continued to fuck Elliott, chasing your own orgasm, “Good boy, you did so good!” you praised your husband, “You know what good boys like you get, yeah?”

“Can I have your cum? Please, please, please!” he pleaded. You pressed a harsh kiss to the back of his neck, your thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. With a sharp gasp, you spilled your load into Elliott’s hole, holding onto Elliott for dear life while you shot ropes and ropes of cum into him. You waited until you were soft enough and pulled out of your husband’s asshole, some cum leaking out. Elliott yelped in surprise when you promptly shoved any leaking cum back inside and plugged up his hole with your fingers.

“Gotta make sure you get knocked up,” you replied with a teasing smile. Elliott huffed and rested his body down on the pillows, your fingers still shoved up his ass. You gave him all the kisses you could possibly offer and kissed him all over from his back to his face, “You’re the best. You know that, right?”

“I know,” he responded with a smile of his own. You pecked Elliott once more on the lips, “You’re gonna be a good dad whenever we have our baby,” you stated, tracing circles on one of his ass cheeks. 

“So will you, we’ll be wonderful parents,” your husband answered in agreement, “Now, get your fingers out of my asshole and let me go to bed, I have a meeting with my publisher at ten in the morning.”

[swarvey]

how they would propose | sdv bachelors x g/n!reader | part one

-> summary: in game, the farmer is always the one to present the mermaid's pendant to their lover — what if it was the other way around?

pt. 2

a/n: starting with half the boys, i'll be working on the rest of them + bachelorettes after ! i got a bit carried away with elliott's ... but can you blame me?

alex

carries the pendant around in his pocket for a week, hoping the right words will magically find him if he does

(they don't)

definitely the type to lock himself in the bathroom and stare at himself through the mirror while practicing what to say to you

decides to propose during a quiet walk in the evening so he has your full attention and all the time in the world to profess his love to you

alex swears his heart is about to fly out of his chest as the two of you walk hand in hand around pelican town, the sun long gone below the horizon. the street lamps guide the two of you, fireflies intermittently emitting gentle flashes of light.

he doesn't even realize you're expecting a response from him until you wave a hand in front of his face, moving in front of him so he's forced to look into your amused gaze.

"alex," you laugh, and his breath hitches, "are you listening? you look like you've been zoning out."

he musters an empty laugh back at you, internally panicking as he desperately tries to recall what you said. "what? me? no, i was just, uh . . ." think, alex, think! you can't mess up now! "i was thinking about gridball." he wants to smack himself.

"really?" you reply, raising your brows. "you're thinking about gridball, now? while i was talking to you about our anniversary coming up?"

shit.

his face pales, stopping in his tracks in the middle of the bridge near the museum. he groans, dropping your hand to run it through his hair — surely he can fix this, right?

"okay, cut the act," you say, worry beginning to show in your features. "is everything alright? what's bugging you?"

"nothing, really! it's just that, uh . . ." alex inhales a quick breath to prepare himself before grabbing both your hands in his. "you know i love you, right?"

"yes . . .," you trail off. you look at him with concerned eyes, beginning to look uneasy. "now i'm really worried—"

"no, no! just hear me out, alright?" you nod. "you know, before you moved here, my view on life was pretty boring," he admits. "all i really cared about was gridball and my grandparents. and dusty, of course, and i guess sam and haley, too—" he shakes his head, blush beginning to cover his cheeks. "whatever, you get what i'm trying to say, right?"

"i'm not entirely sure if i follow," you reply, smiling at how flustered he's gotten. "what are you getting at, alex?"

he sighs. "listen, you moving here was the best thing that ever happened to me. you've shown me there's tons more to life than whatever i was doing before, like giving random gifts to everyone in town just to make them happy, or being a badass and fighting off monsters!" you laugh, and he grins. "anyways, now that i've had a taste of what being with you is like, i don't think i'm willing to share."

your jaw drops as he reaches into his pocket and gets on one knee, opening his palm to reveal a mermaid's pendant.

"will you marry me, y/n? so i can spend the rest of my life learning more awesome stuff from you?"

he nearly collapses in relief when you nod, whooping in joy before engulfing you in a tight hug. after a few moments, he can't help but kiss you strongly, a hand cradling the back of your head with the other on the small of your back. you smile into the kiss, pulling away only to look into his teary, overjoyed eyes.

"aren't you forgetting something?" you tease, glancing down at the pendant that's still clutched in his hand.

"oh, right!" you bend your head forward as he places it around your neck, beaming at the sight.

you hold the jewel in your hand, adrenaline pumping through your blood. "looks like we'll have to plan a wedding," you say, happily pecking alex's cheek.

"yes, this is so great!" he exclaims as he jumps in excitement, unable to control himself. "alright, first, we gotta figure out where we're going to cater food from, but i know grams will want to bake our cake," he rambles, grabbing your hand as he practically starts to drag you home. "oooh, and we should totally ask sam and his band to play something for us! he knows all the songs we like, anyway. i think all the guys will help me get all dressed up, but i bet haley and the rest of the girls would go crazy over helping you pick out what to wear, they probably know better anyway—"

"alex," you interrupt, laughing at his antics, "relax. we'll figure all this out tomorrow. let's just go home." he nods.

"you're right, honey," he agrees, swinging your intertwined hands playfully. "i'm going to need all the rest i can get if i'm gonna spend all of tomorrow bragging about my engagement."

shane

leaves the pendant in his nightstand drawer and looks at it every night before he goes to sleep for nearly a month

he truly never thought he would get married — who would want to marry him, the town drunk?

regardless, the past year with you has proven otherwise, and he knows now there's no one else he wants by his side

he decides to do it quite impulsively one day, literally grabbing it from his drawer and walking to your farm

(marnie nearly faints in excitement when she sees him walk out with the mermaid's pendant in hand, while jas cheers him on)

shane starts to get nervous when he doesn't see you anywhere on the farm, making sure to double-check all the chicken coops and barns before heading toward your house. your pet runs up to him, sniffing the hand wrapped around the pendant curiously.

"got any advice?" he asks jokingly, though he doesn't receive an answer — just a tilted head and wide eyes. "guess this one's on me," he sighs, looking at the jewelry nervously.

"shane? is that you?"

shane nearly drops it as he quickly shoves his hands into his pockets, watching as you step out from your greenhouse. of course, he thinks, the one place i didn't check.

"what are you doing here?" you ask, smiling at his sudden appearance. you're wearing dirt-covered gloves and your hair is touseled and frizzy; shane thinks you're glowing. "dinner's not til later, isn't it? or else i'll need a little time to get ready."

"no, i thought i would stop by a little early," he says. "i had something i wanted to talk to you about, actually." you nod, taking off your gloves and putting them in your bag.

"of course, what's up?" you ask, looking at him with those damn eyes that he could never resist.

"we should get married," he states bluntly, excitement sending chills down his body.

he wants to kick himself as you stare at him, blinking twice before saying, "y-yeah, i guess we should."

he nods, swallowing. "it makes sense, y'know?" he reasons, suddenly avoiding your eyes. "we've been with each other for a while now, and things have been going pretty good." he pauses. "you've gotten me through a lot, you know that? i mean, before you got here, i didn't think anyone in this town gave a damn about me — but you obviously do, for whatever reason, so i'll spend the rest of my life trying my best to be the guy you see me as."

he takes the mermaid's pendant out from his pocket, sheepishly looking at you as he holds it. his eyes are watering with emotion, and by the looks of it, so are yours.

"so, what do you say, honey?" he asks softly. "will you marry me?"

"yes," you reply, smiling as he puts the necklace on you. he laughs in disbelief when he sees you wearing it, still in shock that this is his reality. you roll your eyes, pulling him in for a deep kiss. you cry out in surprise as he hugs you strongly and even lifts you off the ground slightly, his eyes brighter than you've ever seen them.

"i can hardly believe this is real," he sighs, pulling you into his side. "guess i did one thing right in my lifetime."

you slap his arm, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. "you definitely didn't plan this out, did you?"

"huh? what makes you think that?"

"you couldn't even wait until dinner to ask?" you joke. "i guess it wasn't really a question, either—" you laugh as he pokes your side to cut you off.

"don't forget, you're the one who said yes," he retorts, smiling nonetheless. "you're officially stuck with me."

elliott

oh, he's had the mermaid's pendant for months. pretty much since you two got together

he tried to keep it a secret, he really did, but by the time he actually decides to propose, the rest of the bachelors and bachelorettes know

still, he wants the proposal to be for you and you only, so he plans on asking you during an evening picnic dinner on the beach

that doesn't stop him from asking his friends for some help, though

"is this really necessary?" sebastian questions, placing a candle into the sand and creating a pathway to the picnic blanket near the water.

"i think it's romantic," leah sighs, handing him another candle from the box in her arms. "he's been planning and buying all this stuff for weeks now. plus, candlelight always makes things more magical."

"i'm sure the moon will be bright enough tonight to add some 'magic.'"

"the light itself is not our concern, my friend," elliott says, wrapping an arm around seb — who scowls at the contact, but decides to let him get away with it just this once — and waving his arm to show off their setup. "i need this beach to represent a scene of pure love and endearment tonight, for my beloved deserves no less than a proposal for the century!"

"right," seb monotones. "well, the candles are all set up, so i'm heading to the shade."

"you want the speakers over here, el?" sam calls out, holding up one of his wireless speakers at the entrance of the beach.

"i've got one over here, too!" abigail yells from behind the cabin.

"perfect!" elliott replies, grinning as the setting he's been picturing finally comes together. he waves goodbye as everyone begins to head home, turning to the only part of his plan left untouched — the picnic blanket. i suppose the rest is up to me.

-

"are you ready, my dear?"

"elliott, i've been ready for the past twenty minutes," you say, playfully smacking the hands covering your eyes. "can i look now?" he laughs before finally lowering his arms, watching lovingly as your eyes widen at the setting in front of you.

"shall we?" he asks, holding his arm out. you gladly hold on to him as the two of you make your way down the beach, in awe at the candles lighting your way.

"i must be dreaming," you say, shaking your head. "how did you—? wait, where's the music coming from?" you realize soft acoustic music is playing throughout the beach, feeling as if you're in a movie scene.

"ah, that? i asked sam and abigail if i could borrow their speakers," elliott explains proudly. "i also recruited leah and sebastian to help me create this enchanting path."

you laugh. "let me guess, you asked alex and haley to distract me and bring me to the library?" your jaw dropped. "no, and you asked maru and penny to get lunch with me? all so i wouldn't come to find you?"

"i had a feeling my darling would venture to my whereabouts, so i requested the help of our colleagues to keep you away. though i'm sure it was difficult for you, i wanted this to be a surprise," he admits, smiling at you. "do you . . . like it?" he asks quietly, a bit scared he had done too much.

"elliott, this is more than anything i could have asked for," you say, warmth coating your words. "what's the occasion?"

he sighs in relief before replying, "have i ever needed a measly excuse to spoil you, dear?"

"i suppose not," you agree amusedly, recalling all the times you've returned home to a bouquet sitting on your porch.

finally, the two of you reach the end of the path, sitting together on the blanket. a big basket covered with a cloth sits at the center of it, as well as two plates, utensils, and your favorite food.

you shake your head. "this is ridiculous," you state, looking at elliott with big eyes. "how long have you been planning this?"

he hums in thought as he plates your food, pushing it towards you. "that, my dear, is none of your concern," he says, "though, i will say it took quite a bit of strategy. and money," he jokingly adds.

after the two of you eat, elliott hands the basket over to you, trying his very best to contain himself.

"i thought it'd be fitting to get you some gifts," he states, as you begin to uncover its contents one by one.

inside, you find a framed version of your favorite photo with him, a hand-painted mug, a poem, and—

you gasp. "are those rubies?" you ask, a couple red stones glittering at the top of the basket. you pick them up, realizing they're matching keychains.

"courtesy of emily," elliott explains. he hesitates, breathing out lightly before continuing. "rubies signify love and passion, you know, as well as good luck and prosperity."

you laugh lightly, holding up the keychains to the moonlight to see them shine. "perfect, should work wonders for us and the farm—"

"they also symbolize weddings."

you blink, gently setting down the gems as you look at him. he holds out the mermaid's pendant he has been patiently keeping for you, eyes already shining with tears as you gasp.

"y/n, the time we have spent together has been by far the best of my entire life," he starts, "and when i look to the future, i'm afraid i cannot picture one without you walking by my side. you are, and always will be, the love of my life, my shining light, my fairy book tale. you, my love, are my happy ending.

"so, will you do me the honors and marry me?"

you jump into his arms as soon as he finishes speaking, both of you laughing as he happily holds you.

"yes, elliott, of course!" you exclaim. he grins as he holds your face in his hands, covering your face in kisses before finally landing on your lips. your hands run through his hair before you fall backward, elliott landing on top of you with his hand cradling your head. you peck his nose, and he laughs once more before helping you sit up.

"here, let us celebrate with some wine!" he decides, grabbing two bottles he had left in the corner. "shane and harvey said these were the best the winery had to offer."

"you really got the whole town in on this, huh?" you tease, barely containing yourself as he helps you put on the jewelry.

he rubs the back of his head, slightly embarrassed. "well, it began with leah, and i thought it wouldn't hurt to tell harvey, but then of course i had to tell—" he stops himself. "secrecy has never been one of my strong suits, has it, love?"

you shake your head, leaning into his arm as you listen to the sound of the music mixing with the crashing of the waves.

"don't worry," you reassure, and he looks down at you with nothing but love in his gaze. "you have plenty of other traits to make up for it."

[wrightingdungeon]

this is one to many but eyy

E I J L X and Z for Elliott?

Don't judge me talk I'm down bad 😞

You caught me on a day I need to smoke and write, so part 2 Electric Boogaloo BABY!!!!

L- Love: Elliott loves showering you with as much affection as you can handle, always attentive to your comfort, and ready to back off if you ever feel overwhelmed. Home-cooked candlelit dinners await you most evenings. He rises early, often waking before you to ensure your day starts smoothly, lending a helping hand with chores, and making sure everything is in place before you even notice. Don't forget his book, you don't just write a book and dedicate it to somebody without meaning it. —- Smiling softly, Elliott suppressed a chuckle as he snuck through the house, carefully placing little notes for you to discover. Some were tucked behind books on the shelves, their edges peeking out invitingly, while others were nestled within the folds of the couch, their corners just visible upon closer inspection. A few notes lay hidden in the dim recesses of the basement, placed gently on top of a barrel. He planned to write you letters while he was away, but the thought of his absence affecting you as deeply as it affected him weighed heavily on his mind. After long nights of being alone in his shack on the beach, having you by his side spoiled him. The countless evenings spent in each other's company, sharing laughter, he had grown accustomed to your presence. The upcoming week-long book tour, while a thrilling opportunity to share his passion with the world, tugged at his heartstrings in unexpected ways. How would he manage without his muse by his side, the one who inspired his every word and filled his days with purpose? As he carefully crafted each note, Elliott infused them with his love and longing, hoping to leave behind a trail of affection and reassurance. Elliott found solace in these small notes, imagining your smile as you stumbled upon each one. Each note was a fragment of his heart, a token of his love that he hoped would sustain you until his return when he could once again hold you close.

X - XOXO: Elliott is a fervent lover of PDA; he adores wrapping his arms around you while talking at the Saloon, or enjoying the warmth of your hand in his as you stroll through town. His delight in showcasing his affection is matched only by his eagerness to receive yours. Whether it's stealing a quick kiss or Dancing together during a festival, Elliott finds joy in every opportunity to express his deep affection and admiration for you. —

Smiling happily, Elliott fixed himself up in the reflection of the stream. This was your first Flower Dance festival as a couple, and he was determined to make it special. He adjusted his hair and straightened his jacket, ensuring everything was perfect. “Eli!” He looked up at the sound of your voice, his smile only growing wider as he saw you approaching, dressed so beautifully. The sight of you took his breath away, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

"Hello, love," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. He reached out, taking your hand and kissing it gently, his lips lingering for a moment as he savored the touch. “Are you ready to dance with me?” he asked, his eyes admiring every detail of your appearance. The anticipation of this special moment with you made his heart swell with happiness.

You tried to keep a straight face, but a playful smile tugged at your lips. "Excuse me? Not today," you replied, mimicking his tone from the previous year when he had rejected your invitation to dance. The memory brought a twinkle to your eyes, and you couldn't help but laugh.

Elliott chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly at the reminder. "Ah, you've caught me," he admitted, a playful grin spreading across his face. "But I promise, this time I'm all yours." He crooned gently as he pulled you to the dance area, his arms wrapping around you as the lively music of the festival filled the air. The two of you moved in sync, the world around you fading as you lost yourselves in the dance.

Z - Zilch: You are his muse, a beacon of inspiration and beauty, and you can look any way you want to look, and he will love you with all his heart. What he can't stand, what tears at his very soul, is when he sees you pinching and pushing at the parts of yourself that you don't like. You are a gift from the gods, a masterpiece, who cares what you look like? Elliott surely only cares that you love yourself as much as he loves you. —-

Leaning back in your bed, Elliott hummed slightly as he got comfortable, the full day wearing him out. Glancing over at the bathroom, he waited for you to join him, ready to sleep with you in his arms. When he saw you walk out with a look of worry etched on your face, he sat up, his concern immediate. "What's wrong, my love?" he asked, getting up to walk over to you, the tenderness in his voice was unmistakable.

"It's nothing, Eli," you said softly, looking up at him with a dejected expression. Your voice was barely above a whisper, the weight of your thoughts pulling it down. He could see you trying to brush it off, but Elliott could see through the facade.

"It's something, love. What is it?" he insisted gently, his eyes searching yours for any hint of what was troubling you. He reached out, his hand warm and reassuring on your cheek, grounding you in the present.

"It's just… I don't feel good about myself sometimes," you admitted, tears welling up in your eyes. "I feel like I'm not enough."

Elliott's heart ached at your words. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close, his hand gently stroking your hair. "Oh, my love," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You are more than enough. You are everything to me. When I look at you, I see the person who makes my heart sing, who inspires me every day. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." You clung to him, feeling the warmth of his love surrounding you. "I'm trying, Eli. It's just hard sometimes."

"I know, darling," he said softly, kissing the top of your head. "But remember, you are perfect to me, just the way you are. And I will always be here to remind you of that, every single day." He gently lifted your chin, making you look into his eyes. "Promise me you'll try to be kinder to yourself, for me?"

[babiebom]

AGKT For Elliot (sdv) on the alphabet? I really really adore how in character you write everyone!!! You do such a great job!!!

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Alphabet post Masterlist

A-Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Good at aftercare. Like the second KING of aftercare. His reasoning is more so that aftercare is also a part of sex, and it is very sensual when doing it right. Runs a bubble bath, will sit in the bath with you, wash you and your hair. It’s very soft and sweet with him. He makes sure that you’re okay and that you’re comfortable enough to sleep.

K-Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think he would like shibari? Tying you up in rope, pretty patterns adorning your skin. He would one hundred percent choose a color that looks great with your skin color, would tie you up in pretty patterns that have more romantic type names. It’s not really a dominating thing, he just thinks it’s beautiful, and believes that this is another way to deepen your connection. Submitting to someone fully with no worries and all of the trust in the world is something he thinks is a need in a relationship. Don’t worry, he’ll let you tie him up too. Trust goes both ways.

T-Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don’t think he owns any toys at all at least for himself. I don’t see him as a big toy guy, if he has to jerk off he’s using his hand. Now on the other hand when you two start dating he will buy and keep some for you. And who knows maybe you’ll introduce him to a new type of pleasure by using toys on him. I feel like he’s the type to learn all he can about different toys after you express your interest in them, and tests which ones you like best. Will buy everything in the store ngl.

[llisi]

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Sam

- After you two started dating Sam has been sneaking you into his room more often and quietly doing some inappropriate touching

- Sam loves your boobs. He has to be touching, squeezing or sucking them to be happy!

- When Sam’s playing a video game with Sebastian you suck his cock to see how quiet he can be while hes on call

Harvey

- It was a slow day in the office so you decided to “help” out Dr. Harvey in the backroom

- Due to the lack of condoms in pelican town, you suggest a position where it wouldn’t go in

- For your honeymoon you two decided to stay on the farm

Shane

- When Jas and Marnie aren’t home Shane uses you as he pleases

- After a few drinks from the saloon he goes home and he sees you laying down, he just cant help himself from fingering you

- Shane bullying his fat cock inside you

Sebastian

- When Sebastian finds out that you’re texting a old friend from the city he gets a little jealous and thinks of ways to get you to put your phone down

- Fucks you while you’re cosplaying as his favorite character

- Sebastian takes videos of you two fucking and rewatches them whenever he wants to jerk off

Alex

- You finally convinced Alex to let you tie him up. Of course you’re going to overstimulate him!

- You’re helping Alex study in the library but he suggests that you two should meet up in the bathroom instead

- Alex knows you’re super busy but he misses you so he fucks his toy imagining it was you

Elliot

- Elliot loves watching you prep yourself for him before he puts it in

- A regular sunday morning for you two

- Elliot loves to play with your pussy as he watches you squirm around

[junicult]

!! the bachelors after their first kiss with you

contains ; fluff! gn!(but written with fem in mind)farmer for most. implied male in alex’s. non canon setting (for most). unestablished relationships—pre dating. alcohol usage. smoking (cigarettess).

note ; i had a nice time in my imagination with this one

harvey.

he stares at you, stunned at how easily you were able to do the thing he’s been thinking about for weeks. how soft your lips felt, how comforting your hand on his chest was, and how genuinely intoxicated just one simple kiss from you was already making him feel.

he clears his throat, and almost like you just sucked every world out of him, all he could muster up was a mumbled, “thank you.” he thanked you. for kissing him.

you purse your lips, trying your darnedest not to laugh watching his face just drop, realizing the first thing he said to you after you kissed him for the first time was a thank you.

“oh no, it was my pleasure.” you tease, allowing a small giggle to slip. he sighs like his blood has run cold, too embarrassed to even respond. luckily for him, you’re just too perfect, and you cool his sting by leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. you pull back with a smile, hand cupped over the opposing one, “goodnight harvey. i’ll see you tomorrow. you can thank me for that one, then.”

sam.

he acted almost as quick as you did, the moment he saw your eyes fixate on his lips and lean in, he wasted no time to fill in the gap between you two.

“you kissed me.” he says, face washed in amusement and adrenaline. he remains a solid grip where his hands rest on your lower waist, clear he has no intent on letting you go anytime soon.

“i might’ve.” you murmur, flickering your gaze to and from his. if he didn’t know any better, he’d think—

“are you all shy now? did i make you nervous?” he angles his head to chase your nervously wandering eyes, mischievous grin and tease in his tone. his hand consciously cups the side of your neck, thumb pressing into your jaw to gently force your chin up and maintain eye contact.

you huff, shaking your head. “well, a little! we just kissed!” you try not to sound too whiny—though, the way his grin spreads almost makes you forget that plan.

“aha! i made you nervous! am i so handsome? am i such a good kisser?” he muses, snickering in triumph.

“sam,” you test, narrowing your eyes through your eyelashes.

“what? you dunno know the answer? wanna kiss again to find out?”

shane.

he didn’t actually think you’d lean in, much less keep it going for so long that he’d have to push against you a moment later to give him a second to breathe.

but you shake your head, misinterpreting it all so quickly. “i’m sorry—i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have kissed you, i don’t know why i did that, i’m sorry—“

“whoa, i wasn’t pushin’ you away,” he immediately rouses, “i’m not mad that you kissed me.” and he snickers lowly, “more like pounced on me.”

“you’re not?” you hum breathlessly, straightening your pants and tucking pieces of your hair back. now your chest bubbles with a new kind of embarrassment. you nibble on your lower lip, attempting to ease your breaths. “i—i dunno why i did that. i don’t usually drink…much less makeout with people while i do.”

you slouch back down on the old, creaky dock next to him. he snorts, tilting his head, “‘m just too irresistible, huh?”

you shoot him a glower. “yeah,” you say like it’s sarcastic, but really, you’re well aware you aren’t drunk enough to start behaving irrationally. “i just didn’t mean to do that.”

“i don’t mind that you kissed me.” he shrugs.

you watch as he takes a swig from his beer can. his eyes focus on the overall still lake in front of you both. “you don’t?”

he almost wants to tease you for all your disbeliefs. he chooses to scoff out a laugh instead, shaking his head. “mm-mm.”

you turn to face the water, gently swinging your dangling legs over the edge. “hm,” you hum back, “maybe we should talk about that when we’re both sober.”

sebastian.

he’s borderline shocked at how easy it was for him to kiss you back—no hesitation after your fingers brushed the back of his hair to pull him in. he’s almost loopy, too, and he’s never been the type to swoon so hard from these kinds of affections. but he’s also learned a lot has changed since he first met you.

“you taste like cigarettes.” you murmur as you step back, licking your lower lip as if to repeat the taste. you turn towards the city lights, and for the first time he’s finding it nearly impossible to follow your gaze.

“i’m sorry,” he truthfully says, absentmindedly stepping down on the previously tossed cigarette butt at his shoe. “i’ve been trying to stop.”

“tastes like you, too. mixed in, i guess.” you note with a smile, “it’s not terrible though. but good, you should try and quit.”

he honestly doesn’t know how to take that—in his mind, he can’t imagine that tastes good, much less the combination any glorious. yet you turn to him again, stuffed hands unfolding from your pockets to reach across for his.

all you had to do was to give him a tiny tug, sliding your hands up his shoulders before he repositioned his own back to where they previously sat on your waist.

“let me bask it in while i can, though.”

alex.

you’ve almost never seen him with this soft, content look on his face. you’re half expecting him to burst into laughter, try to justify his actions with a teasing lilt and offer to pretend like it never happened.

but no. all he does is look at you, watching the way your eyes shift between each of his, evaluating. like he’s waiting for one of you to break.

you take the bait. “why’d you do that?” you murmur, quiet enough the wind almost picks it up.

he shrugs. “i dunno. it felt right.” he hums, and despite his uncertain words, he says it with sincerity. “was that the wrong choice?”

you think for a moment. for you, you surely thought about it for weeks. but the timing certainly didn’t feel appropriate. vulnerability changes a man like him most of all, and the last thing you’d want to do was take advantage of that. you absentmindedly swirl the grains of sand under your fingertips.

“no, i don’t think so.” you respond easily.

he nods. you’ve never seen him this quiet, but despite that, you’ve got an idea of what’s exactly going through his mind. when he turns away, you’re certain.

“you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“of course not.”

elliott.

he had almost forgotten why he invited you over—just for inspiration on the last couple chapters of his novel, or did he honestly plan for it to go like this?

“so…what happens after they…kiss?” you coyly murmur, still held in his embrace so close you can smell the drop of pomegranate on his lips.

“well, i haven’t written that far just yet,” he pauses to take a breath, “i was hoping they’d finally confess their love.”

he’s so handsome this close, your head still reels and lips feel fuzzy as you struggle to bring back in your even breaths.

you nod, slow and computing. “yeah—no, that sounds good.”

your plump lips hold him in a trance, as do his, making it so hard to concentrate on his words all the while you feel you’re too fixated on them.

“so you believe they love each other? that they should finally tell the other?”

the kiss rendered you thoughtless—what can you expect from a romantic like him? however, the metaphor is not lost on you. and had he let you go at this point, it wouldn’t have been so easy for you to eagerly nod, “absolutely. two people in love should tell each other they’re in love.”

[farmerstarter]

The Bachelors and How They Sleep

hello lovelies! Have some more of my headcanons. These HCs are for a gn! reader. If you have any requests then feel free to send me an ask! Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated 🌷🤍

Alex:

🏈 Moves a lot during his sleep. But he doesn't outright punch you by accident. You always seem to end up being under him.

🏈 Mumbles a lot too. One time, you woke up to him counting to himself, just like how he counts his bicep curls.

🏈 Wakes up early, just a few moments before you. He says it's because he needs to exercise the first thing in the morning. But it's actually because he felt you move out of the bed and he doesn't like to be alone.

🏈 Gives you all the pillows to make you comfortable. He says it's important for your muscles to get a good night's rest. He ends up hogging the blankets.

Elliott:

🪶 Sleeps like a dead man. He doesn't move at all, save for the occasional turning to the side to snuggle against you.

🪶 It takes him a while to finally succumb to slumber. He says it's because he's used to listening to the waves of the beach to fall asleep.

🪶 Silk pajamas, the man has sets of them. He keeps his hair down while sleeping so you sometimes wake up to your whole face being covered by his locks.

🪶 He's a late riser, mostly because he sleeps late too. He tells you that he writes better at night and he doesn't allow himself to rest until he's finished writing one chapter at least.

Harvey:

🛩️ Sometimes, Harvey forgets to take off his glasses before he goes to bed. Which is why he has so many broken ones that he tries to hide from you by kicking them under the bed.

🛩️ Professional cuddler. He always makes sure you're in his arms or vice versa. He needs to touch you in order to get a good night's rest. Doesn't matter if you two are spooning or if it's just his hand on top of your arm.

🛩️ Snores a lot. Goes "hoooonk mimimimimi hoooonk mimimimi"

🛩️ I like to imagine him wearing those pajamas that's like just a long night gown and those floppy pointy hats. You know the one.

Sam:

🎸 Alex mumbles in his sleep, Sam straight up sings. Usually it's outbursts of the choruses of his songs, sometimes he'd hum the tune out. You have a video of him playing air drums while sleeping. You sent the video to Abigail and Sebastian, and they never let Sam hear the end of it.

🎸 He wakes up super late most of the time. But on the rare occasion where he doesn't, he cooks breakfast and serves it to you in bed. Complete with a flower in a vase and everything.

🎸 Always kisses you before he falls asleep. Straight up drags you to his side of the bed to peck your lips.

🎸 Would take off his shirt to put it on you. He says he doesn't want you getting cold at night and waves you off when you refuse, worried about his wellbeing. "I don'T gEt sicK eaSiLy, Babe," ends up in the clinic to get meds the next day.

Sebastian:

👾 It's my headcanons and I say he moves a LOT during his sleep. So much so that you end up on the floor when you wake up. He refuses to believe that he does that.

👾 His sleep schedule depends on you. He refuses to sleep unless you're already in the house. He doesn't like the feeling of sleeping when he doesn't know you're safe. You'll find him waiting for you on the porch.

👾 Prefers to sleep on the side of the bed where the sun doesn't shine.

👾 Immediately feels it when you get out of the bed. And he wakes up immediately, groggy and needing a few minutes to register where he is. Even if you're just going to get a glass of water, Sebastian would wake up and ask where you're going.

Shane:

🐣 This man says good night to all the chickens in your coop before he goes to bed, I decided.

🐣 He used to get little to no hours of sleep but after moving in with you, he tries to get enough sleep as possible.

🐣 Hugs you in his sleep, all the time.

🐣 He wakes up the same moment you do, sometimes earlier. He gave himself the job to take care of your farm animals so you don't have to work too hard. So he wakes early to get the job done as soon as possible to spend breakfast with you.

🐣 My brother in Yoba, he would wake up in the middle of the night to get a snack. You would sometimes catch him in the middle of drinking cows milk straight out of the bottle in front of the open fridge.