#spicy sdv

[stardewsnail]

⭐ Stardew After Dark ⭐

⭐  MINORS DNI

⭐  Open for N/S/F/W requests! I will be doing drabbles and head canons 

⭐ Eligible Characters: SDV only (no SVE) adults NOT Evelyn and George

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Do they masturbate? (how/how often?) 

Do they watch porn? (Favorite category?) 

Any sex toys? 

Must-haves on their sex playlist?

Ever improvised when they had no sex toys?

What non-sexy thing turns them on? 

Body count?

What’s their go-to foreplay?  

Do they have (insert kink) ? 

Most sensitive body part (not genitals)

Ever had a one night stand? Thoughts on one night stands?

Do they take nudes?  (what kind of nudes?)

Favorite sexual fantasy?

Sexual fantasy they would most hesitate to bring up? 

Ever sexted with someone?

Do they ever dress up for themselves?

Wildest sex story?

[sofiaruelle]

Commission for the lovely @flowerandthesongstress of our fave triad, Sam, Abigail and Sebastian basking in the afterglow of a very productive band practice.

The Companion piece

[jothemouse]

And WOW! Another commission!!??!?!?! And this one very specifically for the Harvey lovers❤️‍🔥 ;)

Thank you to @peachygoliath-blog for commissioning me!!!

And a close up just for fun ;333

And if you, dear viewers, would like a commission of your own, they are still open!! Or if you'd like to just offer your support I have ko-fi and, as always, the best way to support me is just by reblogging!!!

[smallestapplin]

Remember, you’re mine.

Sdv Shane x afab!reader

🔞Cw : daddy kink, slightly mean Shane, afab reader they/them pronouns, bite marks, pussy slapping, jealous Shane, in front of mirror.🔞

Another repost from my now deleted side blog, I’m so sorry!

Minors DNI! 18 and older only.

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You aren’t sure what brought this on, but you aren’t complaining one bit. You’re sitting on Shane’s lap, naked and legs spread wide, and facing the floor length mirror at the foot of your bed.

“Shane-!” You cut yourself off with a shriek, your back arching as a loud wet ‘slap!’ echoes in the room. Your husband hums, his hand now coated in your slick.

“Now you’re just tryin’ to piss me off.” He growls lowly into your neck.

His rough, calloused hand gently rubs your throbbing pussy, trying to soothe over the tender skin from where he’s hit.

You lean your head back onto his shoulder, staring at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath. You whimper, feeling his fingers dip into your cunt, slowly stretching your hole.

“What do you say?” Shane kisses your neck, locking eyes with you through the mirror.

Taking a few shaky breaths, you try to speak, yet you were taking too long.

Shane sneers, pulling his hand up and smacking your clit. You squeal, squirming and trying to grind back against his clothed cock.

“M’sorry daddy!”

Your eyes roll back as he rubs slow circles on your pulsing nub. He sinks his teeth into your neck, sucking on your skin, ignoring your pitiful whimpers, while he makes sure not a single spot is left untouched.

“Quit your squirmin��.” He doesn’t care if it’s too much, only caring about marking you up.

And reminding you just who makes you feel so good.

“You’re mine, ain’t that right?” Shane chuckles at your shaking body.

“Yes! Yes I’m yours!”

He pinches your clit between his fingers, shaking his hand.

Your hands slam down, gripping his pants as you cum, your juices gushing and leaking below you, onto him.

“Fuck…” Shane spreads your legs more, moaning at the sight, “you’ve got such a pretty pussy.”

He lets go of your abused nub, letting you fall limp against him.

“Such a pretty pussy, and all for me, right?”

“Mm! Yes, yes! Only yours, only daddy’s!”

He smirks, cooing at your needy figure. He lifts you up a little to free his dick, and settles you just over it.

“C’mon on, I want you to beg nice and pretty for me.”

“Use me, I wanna be daddy’s good fuck toy!-Fuck!” You cry out as Shane slams you down, shoving his cock so deep inside you.

Shane swears under his breath, eyes never leaving the mirror.

“Look at how well you take me, look at that stuffed cunt! Can’t wait to fill it.”

You’re stunning like this, all teary eyed just for him, just because of his cock.

Such a needy slut, and all for him.

He’ll make sure every bastard in this town knows you’re his.

[this-should-do]

Jalapeno Help

[ikeychain]

Wanted to draw my beloved with an updated loved gift list!

[nyxiswrites1200]

Could you maybe do a guilty pleasure Sebastian (or Elliot) post? I’m not sure I have any specific ideas in mind. I really like slight possessiveness (not outright yandere) so maybe something like whoever you chose getting jealous of another bachelor/ette getting attention from the farmer and being a bit possessive of them? Lots of “you’re mine and I hope you know it” and giving hickies to mark territory type stuff. I also would like you to just have fun with it, you know? I’d like you to enjoy the writing process too, I know how much it sucks to not have ideas to write. Indulge yourself :)

"𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔"

AAAAA I didn't expect someone to respond so fast?? But I literally love this <33 Indulge I will, love. I hope you enjoy it <3

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Sebastian x GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, OOC(??), Jealousy, Possessive bf, Established Relationship, Oral sex, PDA, Marking/Hickeys, Praise, Aftercare

Mentions: Reader enjoying coffee/hot chocolate, Sam (Stardew), drinking/alcohol, Use of nicknames (Precious, Sebby)

AO3 Link

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Sebastian was always an amazing lover. Ever since you two started dating in Pelican Town, he was rough around the edges at first, but that seemed to be just your thing. 

The saloon was bustling with activity tonight. You and Sam were playing pool in the corner while Sebastian refilled his drink. Sam had missed the ball by a long shot, tripping onto the pool table. You couldn't help but laugh as you went over and helped him compose himself. 

Sam chuckled in response to his idiocy and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. The interaction was so simple and innocent, yet it had Sebastian overtaken with a burning sense of jealousy from across the bar. Maybe it wouldn't bother him so much if you weren't so open and nice with Sam, even if he is his best friend. 

When Sebastian returned, his arm wrapped firmly around your waist as he kissed you deeply. You could taste the alcohol on his tongue as he searched your mouth. You gasped softly into his mouth, and his grip on your waist tightened. When he finally pulled away for a breath, you spoke with a pant. “What was that for-” you asked curiously, but Sebastian just shrugs. 

The night went on, and Sebastian seemed more aloof than usual, which had you concerned. Along with the passing glares and the clingy antics. Eventually, everyone was starting to head home for the night. Despite Sebastian's feelings, he still took your hand as you two began to walk back home. 

“Sebby, what's wrong with you?” You ask, genuinely concerned. “Mm…you know you belong to me, right?” He rasps as he stops walking and drags you close to him. Chest to chest as he meets your gaze. 

Oh so that's what this was, he was jealous.

“Ah- of course, I'm all yours” you respond reassuringly, but it was also completely honest. 

Sebastian cracked a bit of a smile at that, and it seemed to do him in until you two made it back home. He wasn't much for public inquiries and while your words did mean something. He needed a different type of relief from this situation.

As soon as the door shut behind you both, Sebastian dropped onto the couch and pulled you into his lap. 

“Sebby-” you tried to inquire, but were cut off by a small gasp as he began kissing your neck, his hands firmly holding your hips. 

“Why you gotta be so fucking charming, huh?” He growled as he pulled you in closer. He began roughly sucking on your neck as he groaned in content. 

“What are you talking about?” You struggle to get out as you tangle your hands in his messy hair. But you knew how jealous he got. How possessive he was over you—he wanted the most of your attention. 

“Sam. Always being so fucking nice to everyone and letting him touch you…” he sighed against your neck, his lips moving to another spot. “Guess I'm gonna have to mark this pretty neck as mine; mark you as mine.” He rasped. 

Sebastian sucked on your neck, leaving kisses and hickeys in the wake of his lips. You didn't mind at all. If anything, his possessive attitude had you grinding your hips into his crotch. Seeing the obvious tent start to form in his pants. 

“Yes, please baby~ I'm all yours, you know that” you reassure as a moan leaves your lips. “Good” he responds softly. 

“On your knees, my precious” he asks rather gently. You slide off his lap and onto the floor, sitting on your knees in front of him. You lay your head on his thigh as you reach and free his aching cock from its restraints. 

“So good for me, all fucking mine” he says, placing a hand on the back of your head as he urges you to fill your mouth with him. You have no problems with it. 

You take all of him down your throat with a gag, his long, pretty length with a distinct vein down the underside. It had you gagging already. 

You began sucking on his cock, drool slipping down his shaft and onto his balls as you moaned onto him. 

Sebastian let out moans and grunts; eventually, he pushed your head down and held you there. “So good for me, choking on my cock. You belong to me, you're my precious little thing and I won't let anyone else have you.” he held the back of your head as he began fucking into your mouth, using you to get himself off.

You felt tears threaten to spill from the feeling of gagging on him, but a soothing rub to the back of your head reassured you from his end. 

“Don't cry, precious. Just showing this pretty mouth who it belongs to.” 

That sentence alone had your tight and aroused hole clenching around nothing in anticipation. A part of you wishes he'd just bent you over on the pool table in the saloon and fucked you senseless. Oh god, your thoughts were awful. 

It doesn't take long for Sebastian to become a moaning mess, his cock twitching as he gets close to release. 

He pulls out of your mouth, and you lick up the underside of his cock as you look up at him. “Fuck…finish me off, let me cum on your face. Show you who you belong to” he groans. 

You wrap your hand around his cock as you continue to edge him closer to his release. Your tongue slips over that prominent vein again, causing your boyfriend to moan. 

“I'm gonna cum, precious-” he groans before a deep moan leaves him as he cums onto your face. You swallow what you can manage. 

Sebastian panted as he looked down at you. Neck covering his purple-ish marks, your face splattered with his cum, and eyes teary from him fucking your throat. 

“Good” he praised “I love you, precious” he smiled as he cupped your cheek “I love you too” you smiled. 

Sebastian took extra care to bathe with you and make you coffee/hot chocolate in the morning. Kissing you softly as he praised you. You definitely don't mind being his. 

[shmaboel]

Sebastian vampire au doodle page babeyyy

[newtabfics]

Can you do number 8 with Sebastian from Stardew Valley?

ACK. Listen, okay there was this fanart I saw literally the other day. It was Seb with like...lipstick marks all over his face and shirt so that DEFINITELY inspired this.

The Flower Dance. It was their first Flower Dance since their marriage. And yet, as his wife began to get ready, his body reacted and he was eager to stay home as he approached.

"Don't spend too much time on your hair. I'll be yanking it soon." Sebastian hummed as he kissed her neck gently.

Y/N smiled, craning her neck to the side as his hand reached up, grabbing a handful of the half-up hair. His tug made her shudder. "Sebby," She mumbled, looking into the mirror to meet his gaze as he nibbled at her neck. "We need to go."

"No. Not going," He hummed. "Need you."

Y/N grinned as she turned her head and kissed her. Sebastion quickly threw the skirt of her dress over her hips and pulled her to bend over in front of the vanity.

"Eyes on the mirror, Baby."

[jellynoodle]

warning: super uhhh... mildly naughty festive full body harvey art at the bottom...😳🥴 scroll down to see the full version 😬 [just wanted to include a warning so yall don't get flashbanged by naughty spicy harvey LMAO)

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! Enjoy the festive dilf man enjoying cookies and perhaps some mistletoe stuffs...😏🎄

(i kept bursting out in tears and extreme laughter whilst drawing this lol)

LAST WARNING BEFORE YOU SEE THE FULL VERSION OF THIS DRAWING THAT REVEALS THAT I DO NOT IN FACT, GO OUTSIDE

i swear this is meant to be a joke and i do infact, touch grass

[spicy-lamp]

oh!

[teeth-farie]

Oooh I love Elliott! He strikes me as the type that acts all proud like a wanna-be top but as soon as you get him into bed he'd just be a m e s s for you. He'd beg so prettily to be touched and he'd be so entertaining to tease. I also think he really likes having stuff up his ass, whether it's fingers or a cock or a vibe or a plug or anything else you can think of. Also like,,, edge him until he's a squirming mess and tears are running down his face and he's trying to beg for release but he can just barely speak. Getting to cum after all that would be extra sweet for him. And the aftercare! I think he'd adore being taken care of, like bathed and patched up if things got rough and held and p r a i s e d. He's just the best boy 😍🥵

YEAHHHHHHHH

I think he’d be super super romantic about it all, properly wining and dining you before taking you home, only a slight wobble in his gait from the wine. You’d tug him into your farm house with shared giggles, tumbling into the bed with heated kisses. Elliott would think he’d be taking the lead, but you push him back down when he leans up, hands firmly on his shoulders—and really, he’s not complaining in the slightest.

Edge him!!!!! Stroke him til he’s trembling, long hair fanned out around his head. Stuff him full of your fingers, targeting his sweet spots to really get him crying your name. And the aftercare!!! Cuddling together after cleaning up, him dozing off with his head on your chest. (Lend him a totem to get back to the beach with the limp he has the morning after)

[bakuliwrites]

Love Letters- Elliott x Reader

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Relationship: Elliott x Reader

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Oral S*x, PIV, Overstimulation, Elliott being corny and romantic, Outdoor S*x

Summary: My Muse! You inspire in me such vivid dreams that when I wake to find my bed empty, I despair! I ache for you, body and soul. How I long to return to you, scoop you up in my arms, and ravish you from evening until dawn (Beyond dawn! For dawn does not limit my undying love, my eternal passion for you). Though weary from this whirlwind tour, I am never too weary to show you the depths of my adoration for you. I will return to you early next week, and I am beside myself with excitement.

Elliott returns home from his book tour and the Farmer has a sultry surprise for him.

Read here in this post or over on my AO3

The pages of Elliott’s letters crinkle quietly in your hands as you leaf through them for what must be the thousandth time this week. Each one is so lovingly written, his messy script scrawled across every inch of paper. He’s even put little notes in the margins, snippets of poetry, and romantic little musings. The scent of his cologne lingers from the spritz he gave each envelope, tiny puffs of cedar and amber gracing your nose with each turn of the page. 

The majority of the content of each letter is Elliott’s very detailed account of his latest book tour: all the quaint bookstores he’s gotten to visit, the delectable delicacies he’s tried, the wonderful people he’s met. Elliott is a skilled storyteller, so even these parts are quite entertaining to you. However, it’s the sultry bits of prose that you’ve found yourself re-reading over and over again these last several weeks. Though a lot of it is cloaked in flowery imagery and grand proclamations of love, you’ve discovered your beloved writer has quite the filthy mouth when he puts his mind to it.

My darling, I stopped in at a historical bookstore yesterday: mahogany shelves from floor-to-ceiling, teeming with greenery in various pots and windowsills. A veritable atrium of knowledge and serenity. Afternoon sunlight filtered through the stained glass above me, painting the floor in vivid colors. I longed to peruse every ornate volume I passed. Yet, as I dragged my fingertips along the spines, all I could really think about is how desperately I wished you were at my side. Oh, what this bookstore inspired in me! Such sensual thoughts distracted me throughout the entire event I had there. I could hardly keep focused. I kept picturing us, intertwined amongst piles of novels. You, pressed up against the shelves, your gentle sighs filling me with vigor. 

The first time you read this, you had to pause tending to your crops and sit down for a while. You wrote back as soon as you could that evening, filling the page with every sultry daydream that had popped into your head as you went about your chores that day. You decided to include a little snapshot, something a bit naughty to keep Elliott company on his travels. Elliott’s response was even more detailed.

My darling, your last letter to me had me positively reeling. I should think your letter would have combusted as you wrote, the heat of your passionate words too much for such fragile paper to handle. And yet, it has managed to survive (I keep it in my breast pocket, pull it out when I have a moment of privacy. And the picture you sent! You’re a cheeky thing, my darling. And I, a lucky man). 

All I can think of is you, my star. When I sleep, I imagine us, picnicking under the shade of the willow on our farm. Long abandoned is our luncheon. When I am with you, I want for nothing. Nothing compares to my head buried in your supple thighs, breathing in your intoxicating perfume, my lips on yours. The taste of your sweet succor on my tongue. No food or drink is as satiating as you, my darling.

Weekly, and without fail, you have received letters from Elliott. It seems there hasn’t been a moment that has passed that he hasn’t been thinking of you. His final letter came just under a week ago, and he sounded more than eager to return.

My Muse! You inspire in me such vivid dreams that when I wake to find my bed empty, I despair! I ache for you, body and soul. How I long to return to you, scoop you up in my arms, and ravish you from evening until dawn (Beyond dawn! For dawn does not limit my undying love, my eternal passion for you). Though weary from this whirlwind tour, I am never too weary to show you the depths of my adoration for you. I will return to you early next week, and I am beside myself with excitement. 

Normally, you’d give Elliott a moment to breathe before pouncing on him. But he’s made it quite clear about what he’s been missing on his book tour. So you’ve asked him to meet you under the willow in the far corner of your farm, out of sight of anyone who might accidentally wander onto your property. In this secluded area, you’ve set out a blue and white gingham blanket topped with a wicker basket filled with Elliott’s favorites: crisp starfruit wine, glistening red pomegranates, and homemade crab cakes. 

You’re expecting him home around lunchtime, so you’ve made sure to get all of your morning chores finished, before hopping in the shower, and prepping your afternoon picnic. While you wait, you prop yourself up against the trunk of the willow and go over Elliott’s letters once more, grateful for the shade on this sunny Spring day. You inspect your reflection in a nearby pond. Elliott loves you in all forms, in all appearances, but he does so love to go on and on about your natural beauty. So you've opted to greet him unabashed, unadulterated by any lingerie or make-up. You’ve chosen to wear a simple cotton dress, one he bought for you on his travels. Though you’re not ashamed to say you’ve got nothing on underneath. 

Lost in thought as you browse Elliott’s letters once again, you almost miss the sound of your beloved’s voice calling out to you. You perk up, setting your book to the side and smoothing out some invisible wrinkles in your dress. Just as you’re lifting yourself from the solid ground, the swaying branches of the willow part and you’re greeted by a gently beaming Elliott. 

“My darling!” he cries, dumping his rucksack rather unceremoniously to the ground and dashing towards you. 

“Welcome home!” you return, equally as exuberant, rushing towards him. He scoops you up into his arms, breathlessly gushing about how much he’s missed you between peppering your face with kisses. 

“You’ve no idea how happy I am to be reunited with you,” he breathes, cupping your face in his warm hands and leaning his forehead against yours. 

“I’ve missed you,” you exhale, softly nuzzling his nose with yours.

“And I, you,” he chuckles, unable to tear his hands away from you. They slide over your hips, bunching up the fabric of your dress in his desperate grasp. He practically has to wrench himself from you when he notices the picnic blanket behind you. His emerald eyes light up with joy.

“What’s all this?” he exclaims, pulling himself from you to examine the basket full of goodies. 

“In one of your letters you mentioned a lovely dream about picnicking under the willow,” you begin, smiling as you plop yourself down beside him on the blanket, “I thought it would be fun to re-enact it. But I thought that- perhaps you’d like dessert first?” 

You say this last part slowly, flashing a coy gaze his way, letting one of the sleeves of your dress slip down your shoulder. Elliott immediately gets your drift, green eyes flicking up to meet yours, an impish smile dancing on his lips. 

“I have been sorely missing your sweet delights,” he coos, leaning closer, his breath fanning gently against your lips.

“You’re so cheesy, El,” you giggle, before closing the distance and swallowing up Elliott’s laughter. 

“You love it,” he manages, delighting in your twittering laughter as he slides one of his large hands up your dress and massages the tender flesh of your hip. Elliott presses feverish kiss after feverish kiss against your lips, making up for weeks of longing. Your fingers tangle in the soft strands of his copper hair. How you’ve missed the sensation of running your hands through his locks, letting each strand pool through your fingers like silk. Elliott hums quietly into you as he plucks you off the ground and sets you carefully onto his lap. 

“You’re a vision, my darling,” he huffs, pulling back just long enough to catch his breath as he slips your other sleeve down your shoulder. Your dress pools around your waist while Elliott trails sloppy kisses down your neck, your collarbone, and finally the center of your chest. 

“I can’t be the only one bare to the elements,” you complain, though without much conviction behind your words. 

“Worry not, my star,” Elliott returns after a rumbling laugh, “I won’t make you face the elements alone.”  

He tugs off his red coat while you make quick work of his bright green tie, casting it aside and letting it flutter to the grassy ground beside you. Hastily, Elliott slips off his trousers and undergarments while you do away with your dress entirely. As you turn back to him, you feel his erection graze your inner thigh. 

“So eager, my love,” you purr, smoothing your hands over his chest, down his abdomen, and trailing the line of reddish hair that leads from his navel down to his groin. 

“Can you blame me?” he returns, sucking in a sharp breath when you teasingly drag the tip of your finger along his hardened cock. You push him back gently, letting him lie down on the soft blanket beneath you. 

“Hmm, what should we do about this?” you hum, giving him a few slow pumps. Elliott’s eyelids flutter shut and he can hardly help the moan that escapes his lips, chuckling ruefully at his reflexive response. 

“I can think of a few things,” he returns, a sliver of green peeking out from underneath his lashes, “But first-”

He stays your hand, grasping the supple flesh of your thighs and pulling you closer towards his face.

“Will you permit me to indulge?” he beseeches, giving you the most pathetic, wanton look you’ve ever seen. You consider his request for a moment, though mostly for show. You’ve already decided you would love for him to “indulge,” as he puts it, but watching Elliott’s flushed face give you the most needy look in the world is your own form of indulgence. 

“You may,” you finally grant, letting Elliott position you over his mouth. 

“You’re too kind to me, my love,” he whispers, each puff of his breath against your heat sending delightful shivers through your body. 

Before you can respond, Elliott yanks your hips down and presses his mouth against you. The wordsmith’s skilled tongue is good for all sorts of things, and not just storytelling. Slowly, Elliott circles your clit with the tip of his tongue while one of his hands grabs a fistful of your ass. The other makes its way up to your breast, thumb circling the sensitive bud of your nipple. You try your best not to grind too hard into him, but you can feel your legs quivering with the strain. Elliott’s nose bumps along the hood of your clit as he picks up his pace. He drags his tongue along the length of your heat, lapping you up like he’s been starved for months. 

Your core tightens, burns hotter with every new sensation Elliott brings to the table. His tongue is darting in and out of your entrance, his hands squeezing and kneading. The next thing you know, you’re seeing stars and unraveling above your beloved writer. He grips your thighs tight, holding you in place as he finishes you off, his moans echoing through your own body. 

“El!” you manage to squeak out as you ride him to completion. Your whole body is on fire, every nerve-ending alight with pleasure. When you’ve spent yourself, you slowly raise up and scoot back to give Elliott room to breathe again. 

Elliott is sun dappled under the veil of willow leaves, his hair sparking copper in the afternoon light. His emerald eyes are filled with wonder, the corners crinkling as he smiles affectionately up at you. His lips glisten with your arousal and when you lean down to capture his lips with yours, he tastes of you. Elliott’s tongue traces the edges of your teeth and you find yourself getting worked up once again. When you manage to pull back, you feather kisses along Elliot’s freckled cheeks before impishly gazing back at his still hardened dick. 

“I’d say it’s your turn, now, wouldn’t you?” you slyly suggest. For once, Elliott is lost for words, having to resort to vehemently nodding at your proposal. He tries to lift himself up, but you halt him with a deep, lingering kiss.

“Let me indulge, please?” you request, giving him a tender grin.

“Your wish is my command,” he speaks, voice crackly with a happy exhaustion, a joyous fatigue. You're delighted to do most of the work, especially given that he’s taken care of you so thoroughly and so well. You hover your entrance over his cock, steadying yourself by resting your hands on his abdomen before slowly lowering yourself onto him. The salacious groan Elliott lets out as you sheathe him inside you is enough to make you come again.

And then when you start to move- Oh, the sounds Elliott makes are just music to your ears. Every husky grunt, tiny mewl, or whimper sends electric tingles through your veins. Elliott’s hands are on your hips, helping you grind down into him as he pumps upwards. His green eyes are fixated on you, on every bounce of your breasts, every rolling motion of your hips.

“My darling! My Star!” he cries, his thumb pressing firmly to your clit before rotating it in quick motions. The double pleasure brings an unmitigated heat to your cheeks and the overstimulation after having just come down from your last orgasm is positively delicious. Elliott squeezes his eyes shut, his cheeks bright red. You can feel his cock twitching inside you. You’re not far behind him, your walls beginning to shudder. With a cry of your name, Elliott comes undone, threads of hot cum pouring into you. The coil in you breaks once again and all you can do is stifle your impassioned moans, head too foggy with pleasure for words. 

The two of you remain unioned, unmoving for a bit, allowing yourselves to catch your breath and float back down from your glorious high. When you’re ready, Elliott helps you lift yourself off him before laying you down beside him and pulling you close. He wraps his arms around you, firmly pressing his lips to yours. You linger for a while like this, lazily pressing kiss after kiss to one another, enjoying the gentle breeze that’s picked up over the course of the afternoon. Birds chirp cheerfully in the nearby trees and the distant sound of the train echoes through the valley.

“Thank you for this most wonderful surprise,” Elliott finally speaks, his sparkling eyes searching yours, “It was a wonderful coming home present.”

“I had a lot of detailed and vivid inspiration,” you giggle.

“Well,” Elliott beams, “I have an excellent muse.”

“You know,” you go on slowly, tracing the freckles on his shoulder with the tip of your finger before shooting him a mischievous look, “You wrote down a lot of inspiring scenarios, not all of them about picnics.”

He smiles knowingly, “I think we’ve got plenty of material to work with before my next tour date.” 

A/N: Make fun of me all you want, but I am a huge fan of cringey, cheesy, ridiculous foreplay banter. I just think it's good fun (and I think Elliott would be a pro at it). This was a super fun fic to write! I have been playing Stardew since it first came out and have loved Elliott throughout it all. He's such a sweetheart and so dramatic. I have been wanting to write a fic for him for a while! Thank you so much for reading! Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Lots of love 💜

[ikeychain]

Abbytober Day 30 - Favorite Gifts!

[cosmicwhoresimpingismyliving]

POV

It’s Valentine’s Day

The farmer is singing along to wheatus’s Teenage dirtbag, whilst they prepared a Valentine’s Day movie night in with Homemade Pizza & Pepper poppers for the pair of them. Shane walks in on them but they don’t notice him until they hear him singing the part ‘I got two tickets to iron maiden baby, Come with me Friday, don't say maybe. I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you…’ They slowly turn around to face him they were stood in a flour covered apron with the pizza base shaped out into a large circle, the farmer was just about to add the toppings to the pizza. They gave him a loving heart warming smile, utterly melting at not only the sight of their beloved partner Shane but hearing him singing along to a cherished song of theirs, definitely makes them so giddy & weak in the knees. The Farmer shuffled over to Shane wrapping their arms around him in a tight loving embrace, peppering his face with kisses. The farmers hands slowly lowered from around Shane’s neck, slowly moving to caress Shane’s cheek. Feeling his stumble against their thumb, not minding it one bit, they loved his five o’clock shadow, it suited him. Both the farmer & Shane stared lovingly at one another, their hearts quickened at the sight of one another. They both wanted to ravish each other in a tender loving kiss but they waited for the other to make the first move. Although they both loved each other very much they both had the same anxious thought process. They both overthought almost everything, it was a bad habit that they both were trying to get better at. The pair of them both leaned in for a kiss but due to the slight height difference between the farmer & shane, it didn’t end so well for the both of them. The two of them being impatient & just wanting to make out with each other lovingly & carnally at the same time resulted in bumping their heads together. It was painful but they both scrambled to kiss each other.

——— Highly suggestive smut below ———

Shane ended up pulling the farmer close to him by the hand, holding it tenderly & lovingly in his grasp close to his chest, his other hand gently resting under the farmers chin, nudging their head up so their eyes meet. This time taking it slowly, even though they were both hungry for each others lips. The farmer felt themselves blushing hard, their cheeks were glowing a tinge of pinky red, their eyes slightly adverted from Shane’s. They bite their lip timidly, their eyes returned to his gaze. No words uttered between them, Shane smirked softly, before leaning in closer to you, lips almost touching, the pair of them both closed their eyes as Shane, gently teased the farmer in a playful loving way by ghostly dragging his lips across theirs. The farmer gasps softly at the sensation. Craving for their lips to just crash against each other in a heated passionate frenzy. Shane was a tease, he couldn’t help himself. Shane knew he too wanted to get into a messy heated kiss but he also wanted to hear the farmer, beg a little. Shane lowered his head, pressing it into the crook of the farmers neck, breathing in their scent. He knew he had to pace himself control himself, he couldn’t let his urges & desires ruin this. He slowly left soft gentle kisses against their neck. The farmer, trembled slightly, their breath hitched upon the contact of his lips against their neck. He knew their neck was their weak spot, they would agree to just about anything. However, he would always double check with them that they were sure they wanted to go ahead with whatever was asked. They both wanted to make sure that they were both okay with what was asked & agreed on using safe words or triple tapping their thigh to signal they wanted to stop. Consent was everything, it was sexy. They would never do anything to hurt one another & if things got too much for either one they both would take the time to talk it out, cuddle & clean up. Aftercare was highly important to the both of them. Shane slowly deepened his kisses against the farmers neck, occasionally dragging his tongue along their neck. This really made the farmer weak to their knees, they were trembling, their free hand scrambled to find something to grab a hold of, cling too. They placed their trembling hand onto his shoulder, gripping it tightly. They didn’t utter a word but Shane could hear them attempting to suppress their whimpers, their tiny little moans. ❛Cmon now pumpkin, don’t be shy…Let daddy hear those pretty little moans spill from those pretty lips of yours. It’s just the two of us love…❜ Shane spoke in a soft tone of voice. The farmer in all honesty was rather shy, Shane was their first serious relationship, their first serious partner. They didn’t want to mess up this relationship they had with Shane.

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Can I request 6 for sebastian from SDV?

Anyone that says Sebastian WASN'T their first choice the first time they played is either LYING or fell for Elliot first.

Send me prompts from THIS list!

He smirked as he reached up her shirt, cupping her breasts. "Fuck, Seb," She hummed as his fingers twisted at her nipples, teeth digging into her neck.

"Take off from work tomorrow. You'll be too sore to go in," He hummed, nuzzling her.

Her cheeks flushed as she pressed back against her. "You'll have to do a better job at convincing me."

She bit her lip and gripped at the barrel. She'd been in their basement, checking on the wine she was fertilizing for the upcoming fair. She wasn't surprised when her husband came in and began to grope and rut against her.

Y/N whimpered as a hand slid down the front of her pants, barely grazing her as he teased her.

His fingers worked magic on her as he watched his wife squirm and whimper as he pumped his fingers quickly, twisting her nipple harder as she rubbed her rear against him.

He was a menace when he left his computer.