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writer-by-the-sea · 1 year

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hello!! may i request something fluffy where a touch starved elliott is visited by a farmer who can’t sleep and wants to cuddle with him? they’re not yet dating, but there’s EXTREME romantic tension between them

Slightly BARELY NSFT, No beta, no spell check lol

The storm raged outside, the lighting illuminating my cabin, each flash of light shortly accompanied by thunder that roared so loudly it shook my bed. I sighed and stared up at the ceiling, the rain beating down on the roof and providing me with the white noise I would normally crave; but now I laid there disturbed by the storm and sleep continues to evade me.

I let my thoughts slip to the farmer… Weeks ago they told me how they can’t have trouble sleeping through the night, that they were considering pills to help them through the night. I couldn’t help by wonder how they were fairing this night. Were they just as frustrated as I? Tossing and turning under the covers and considering giving up and waiting for the morning?

All I knew was that tomorrow would be a day with many cups of coffee, perhaps even an espresso or two.

I leaned over, reaching for my bedside lamp, flicking the switch with well rehearsed practice— only for the light to ignore me. I blinked at the light, tapping the switching again, and then once more..

“Lovely,” I mumbled and stood. The power was out.

Near my desk sat an oil lamp, one that I preferred to save for emergencies; I suppose this fell into that category. I considered what I would do with my time now, writing coming across my mind. Although, as of late, anything I’ve written has only been conveying my sappy and desperate need for the touch of another.

For far too long I’ve lived in this cabin alone. Something I thought I would enjoy, but I find myself feeling more and more lonely as each day passes. These days it’s gotten to the point where I find myself starved for attention. I wander around town more often than ever, finding excuses to see the others (mostly the farmer,) and I go on to bore them with tales of my unsuccessful writings.

With my lamp lit, I found my way back to my bed, my new plan for the night to reread over my pages and correct any mistakes I come across. Forever I will misspell at minimum ten words per page.

I may be a writer but I am no expert at spelling, ironic as it may be.

Just as I began to settle back in bed, there’s a knock at the door.

Unusual, but it wouldn’t be the first time Willy visited in the dead of the night. He might be in need of some snacks if he saw Sebastian earlier in the day, or asking for help to shovel rain water out of his shop again.

I groaned and slipped out of bed, now giving up on my plans and preparing myself for Willy’s visit. A night of fishermen’s stories and tellings of his childhood. Not that I minded it, but I would rather relax tonight..

The knocking came again, urging me to open it and let them in. Part of me was tempted to ignore it, to pretend to be sleeping and leave Willy on his own — as rude as it may be.

But then—

“Elliott?” A voice called from outside my door, helpless and scared.

I ran to the door, flinging it open to reveal the farmer standing there. Drenched from head to toe, but still smiling as I greeted them. “Oh my goodness!” I cried and stepped back, opening the door even further and ushered them inside. “You must be freezing! Please, come inside!”

The farmer quickly ducked in, wasting no time in kicking off their boots and closing the door behind them. “I’m sorry to drop by so late,” they began and removed their jacket. “I just—“

“Couldn’t sleep?” I asked and took their jacket. I hung it and then offered a towel.

They gave me a sheepish smile, nodding and accepting the towel. “Did I wake you?”

I waved them off. “No worries, I was awake. I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Is it okay if… I stay here a while?”

I could tell they were embarrassed to ask, scared even as they avoided my gaze. If not for the cold weather outside, I would think they were hiding heated cheeked. But that may have just been wishful thinking. “Of course!” I replied. “Stay as long as you like—“ I paused, looking over their drenched clothes and uncertain on how to phrase my next words. “Do you… perhaps need a change of clothes?”

The farmer looked down again, chewing their bottom lip and twisting their hands in front of themselves. “I don’t want to be a burden—“

“Nonsense!” I rushed to my dresser, plucking a few of my clothes out to present them. Mostly oversized clothing, things I haven’t worn in ages but I knew would be comfortable and warm. It would definitely be better than what they wore now, anyway. “Let me know if these are okay,” I said and handed the clothes over. “You can change in the bathroom if—“

“Thank you!” The farmer replied and took the offered clothing….

And then began to strip before me.

I gasped and spun around, heat flooding my cheeks from what I’d saw so little of. Soft, supple skin… A few minor scars across their body, no doubt from the farm and the mines… How I wished to turn back around and take them into my arms, to kiss every scar, to lick every curve, to worship and adore their body just as they deserved.

I held myself back, taking a breath and moving to my bed to readjust the blankets and pillows. I wasn’t sure what tonight would bring, I wanted to keep my hopes low but—

“You can turn back around.”

They stood there, my sweater hanging off one shoulder and my old pajama pants hanging low on their waist. “Sorry about that,” the farmer mumbled. “I was actually really cold and started changing without thinking.”

“It’s no problem.” I chuckled and took their wet clothes from them, moving to hang them in my bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

Once in the bathroom, I closed the door behind me. How could they look so adorable in my clothing….

I slowly hung their clothing, willing down the urge to run back out and pull the farmer into my arms. To compliment them on how cute they looked, to kiss across their exposed skin and slip my hands under the sweater they wore. To lead them into my bed and remove their borrowed clothing piece by piece—

“Fuck,” I whispered and stared down at the shirt I held. I forced myself to hang it up with everything else.

Tonight, the farmer came to me for a place to relax. For a place to hide out the storm. For a place they knew they could trust without a starving writers wandering hands all over their body. Their perfect, gorgeous, sexy, strong body.

I shook my head and stepped out of the bathroom, ready to chat with the farmer about the weather, about the night sky, about everything but my cravings to just touch them. But all of the words fell out of my mouth.

They laid in my bed, under the covers and flipping through one of my books from the library. The light of my lantern dancing across them, their beauty freezing me in place. A fantasy I’ve dreamt of a million times, only now I could do nothing. My breathing unsteady, the palms now sweaty, my throat dry and all words failing me as I let my eyes trail over them.

The farmer noticed me and scooted to the side of my bed, pushing themselves into the wall before patting the empty side. “It’ll be warmer under the covers,” was all they said before they looked back down at the book. A book that only detailed the secret to ‘writing an award willing novel.’ Something I knew they wouldn’t actually be interested in but…

I climbed into the bed and slid under the covers, biting my tongue when my leg brushed against their own. This couldn’t actually be happening, right? There was no storm outside and I was simply in a very deep sleep. If not for the warmth coming from the farmer, I may have actually believed I was dreaming…

The farmer leaned towards me, their head coming to rest on my shoulder, their book now closed and forgotten in their lap. I kept my eyes forward, my hands turning to fists as I let the weight of their head settle upon me. “This is nice,” they whispered and snuggled in a little further, one of their hands going to lap on my arm. “Do you mind?”

“No,” I muttered back, gulping as they shifted even closer, their arm now laying across my chest as they got more comfortable. “I— I don’t mind.”

My body felt like it was being doused in flames, feeling more aware than ever of everything around me. The rain coming back to my mind, softer than before as it fell across the roof, the thunder still rumbling outside but now miles away, the farmers hair as it brushed against my cheek, their arm as it laid over my fast beating heart, their thumb as it caressed my arm.

“I really appreciate you letting me come in tonight…” I could feel their breath across my neck, my body shivering as I let the feeling wash over me.

I took a breath, attempting to form the words. Their legs were on my own now, the farmer pulling me further into the bed and encouraging me to relax and our combined warmth made my eyes grow heavy.

“I’ve dreamt of this so many times,” I said, my voice a whisper as I finally gave me.

The farmer giggled, their laugh light and adorable… and bringing what I’d just said to light. “And? Is it everything you imagined?”

I sighed and wrapped one of my arms around them. “Even better.”

In the morning I would wake with the farmer still in my arms, their nose tucked into my neck and snoring softly. Our first night together that would become one of many.

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i-write-things · 9 months

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I'm just imagining how Elliot would react when he hears the farmer passed out in the mines. I imagine he's maybe hunched over a writing desk, candle by his side as he revels in the cozy writing atmosphere he created. Then suddenly, he gets word that his dear farmer passed out in the mines all battered up and bruised. I can see just a shocked writer face as he drops his writing utensil. After three seconds of utter shock and no one moving, he rushes out the door, faster than his legs have ran for probably ever. When he arrives at the hospital, he's all over Harvey, asking if you're ok, when you'll be out, if there's anything he can do, ect. The man sits in the waiting room anxiously waiting, his knee bouncing and his clenched fist hiding his nervous mouth chewing away at his bottom lip. Finally, when he sees you come out of the room, he rushes to you and starts questioning you. Are you ok? How much do you hurt? How sore are you? Why were you out in the mines like that if you could get this hurt? While he questions you, he gently examines your arm and face as if he was the doctor and not Harvey. After you reassure him three times that you're fine, the fear and worry fade. Then he gets a little upset, asking why you were being so reckless and things of that nature. Oh, you are getting the lecture the entire time he escorts you back to the farm. He also forces you to rest in bed. Oh, no no no. You're not moving from that spot. It doesn't matter what you're doing, you're staying there. You've done enough. He grabs you whatever you need, like food, water, ect. It isn't until your about to sleep that he tucks you in with a sigh, and apologizes for his behavior. He didn't mean to react so harshly, but you mean so much to him, he hopes you understand. But you're still not off the hook. He clings to you side for the next two days. Married? Good, he watches you from the house, and if you show any signs of soreness, he takes over and tells you to head inside while he tends the farm. Only dating? He'll visit you as often as possible, at least ten times daily. Oh, and there's no way in hell he's letting you go back in the mines until he is certain you'll be ok. After maybe two weeks at least will he begrudgingly let you go after he stocks you up on Energy Tonics and snacks. And don't you dare hesitate to leave the mines if you feel weak or tired. Because he'll start the process all over again. Please, please try to take care of yourself. The poor author doesn't need that kind of stress, his hair will fall out, and he loves his hair.

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unabashedly-so · 5 months

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Knots

Elliott x gn!farmer, SFW, soft little romantic character study, barely proofed, 1k words, drabble.

content warning: alcohol mention, nothing else I can think of.

This is dedicated to 3 posts in particular that got me thinking the other night: pizza, Elliott Scrap, and be gentle carrying me home.

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Like a knotted skein in loving hands, there's a slow unraveling.

The largest knots get attention first. You find one in his hair, incidentally—after the first night Elliott stays over, accidentally. It was winter and wrapped in warm flannel and a warmer embrace, the farm could wait. He’d come over for dinner, excited to share the latest rounds of edits over some a fresh catch of tuna and your first batch of wine from the farm. When the gentlemanly hour came to leave, the door wouldn’t budge for all the freshly packed snow. You bid him stay, and for the first time, he did.

Chastely—not for lack of interest but for an abundance of intimate moments that might have been stretched too thin if pushed too far: he fumbles taking off his tie and his hands shake unbuttoning his jacket. He folds them, sets them just so on the dresser. He exhales—a sigh or a steadying breath?

He turns, asking what kind of hairbrush you have. You didn’t know how to answer that question—or any question at all, really. It was the first time you’d seen him simply dressed in just his white button-down shirt, and more importantly, one of the few times you’d even seen him look sheepish. This, the same man that an hour ago only let you out of his arms to twirl you to the music, wrapping you back in even tighter than before, filling your head with lovely words in murmured baritone.

And it doesn’t escape you how his fingers absently run over the embroidered hem of his jacket when you manage to say there should be one on the bathroom counter that he’s welcome to use. Nor how his leg bounces as he sits and pours over his manuscript while you change. Nor how he seems to look anywhere else but at you, blushing, once you’ve changed into your most unassuming night clothes.

It’s so quiet but for the crackling fire place and the occasional rushing wind from the blizzard outside. You’re not as good with words as he is, but you have to try. You walk over to him, bare feet quiet against the cold wooden floor. “Elliott?”

It’s slow, but he looks up from his manuscript, at you. “Yes… darling?”

“I know it’s not ideal or perfect but… I’m happy to have this time with you, just…” words fail, and you gesture vaguely at the blizzard, your frayed pajama bottoms and oversized t-shirt, and… him, “just as we are.”

His shoulders lower, slowly, a tension loosening. He exhales—a sigh, this time you’re certain—and sets the manuscript atop his neatly folded clothes. He rises to standing, and meets your gaze with a tired but truly mirthful smile. “As am I.”

Elliott’s hands reach to cup your face, his finger tips brushing against your jaw, hesitating, waiting for permission. You lean your head into his touch, and there’s another exhale—an airy, loving laugh—before he cups your face and leans down to meet your lips. He’s so warm tonight—blame the wine, the fire place, but certainly not the blush—as he holds you and kisses you still.

His freshly brushed hair tickles your cheek when he pulls back. It tickles your neck, shoulders, and lips too, in time, as you share in each other’s body heat throughout the cold, cold night.

You’re dozing, and you’re almost certain he is too when you hear, heavy with sleep and soft with love, “Thank you, my dear.”

“…for what?”

“This.” He says, with a kiss into your hair.

And in the morning while you lay cozily in his arms, slowly combing your fingers through his silky auburn hair as he sleeps, it’s there you find a knot. Nestled above the nape of his neck, it snags and bids you pause. It’s not a matter of how, but a matter of trust—would it be a step too far?

Under loving hands the largest knots are made pliant to reveal the stark truth: it’s never one, but several smaller bundles huddled and wrapped around one another—cornered nestlings shivering at being seen.

The trembling hands, clinging to an ornately embroidered shelter, avoiding your gaze until you offer reassurance…

You withdraw your hand, instead placing it on his chest, where his plain white shirt, albeit wrinkled now, is so…

…so soft.

You’d come to find many more knots in his hair, but that was the last time you saw him sheepish.

It’s autumn now—not the autumn of your wedding, but the autumn of your anniversary. You’re playfully sick of picking his discarded ties off the foot of the bed. The sound of the microwave beeping at 3am wakes you to the sight of him partway through a slice of cold, leftover pizza. (He cooly, lying, insists you dreamt such a thing.) Elliott eagerly and openly makes his plans to get fully “sloshed” on pumpkin ale and asks that you still claim him at the end of the night and be gentle carrying him home. The next day he vows that was a horrid idea he’ll never repeat, and in the autumn after your first child is born, he does it happily again.

There’s a barbecue stain on one of his white shirts, and despite both your best efforts, the ghost of the stain persists. It’s now accompanied by speckling of other stains from being worn and worn out as he helps you on the farm. Originally a “house shirt”, he no longer has need for that, as it turns out sometimes an oversized t-shirt and frayed pajama bottoms will do the trick just as well.

And you still doze in on winter mornings. Combing your fingers through his hair, delighting in both the sun-kissed copper and moon-kissed silver strands, when you hit a snag, you know it’s just a simple knot. One that will come gently, surely undone under your patient, loving hands.

#returning to my roots a bit with this one #stardew valley #sdv #sdv fanfic #sdv elliott #stardew elliott #elliott sdv #stardew valley elliott #elliott x reader #elliott x farmer #unabashedly posting

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gay-duckers · 4 months

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The writing desk

Smut because down bad

Elliott being a little sub with writers block

Elliott sighed as he sat at his writing desk, the dread he felt as writers block washed over him. He put his head down on the desk in defeat, he had been stuck on this chapter for days when he decided to sit down and power through it. Elliott has since come to the realization that it would be harder than expected. Elliott sat there for what felt like hours before Y/n walked in the door. "Hello my darling, how has your day been?" They asked while taking off their shoes and hanging up their coat, still dripping from the storm raging on outside. "Terrible, I've been stuck on this chapter for so long that I feel like I'm back in middle school." he said with a sigh as he placed his head back down on his desk ever so softly, the soft thud caught Y/n's attention, they giggled and walked over to his desk, Elliott sighed in contently as Y/n ran their hands through his long locks.

"Well" they started "I think I know what can make you feel better." This little statement had Elliott's undivided attention. Y/n moved closer until their knees touched Elliott's thigh as he sat in the chair of his writing desk. Slowly they straddled over him and sat themselves in his lap. "oh" he breathed out, feeling his heart race against his chest so hard he thought he could see it through his shirts. Suddenly Elliott felt a soft pair of lips on his neck, the feeling was overwhelming yet intoxication, the feeling of their beautiful soft lips sucking and nipping and kissing filled Elliott with an almost animalistic feeling.

Y/n could smell the faint sent of pomegranate from his shampoo mixed with a salty smell from Elliott sitting on the beach for inspiration. Slowly the sounds of Elliott's soft moans filled the room and Y/n could feel him growing beneath them. As Y/n slowly pulled away a soft whine came from Elliott, his face flushed and blissful. Y/n kissed him slowly and passionately as they unbuttoned his shirt, the slow steady pace driving Elliott mad, he whined against the kiss in frustration. "whats wrong my darling?" Y/n asked almost mockingly while pulling away from the kiss, Elliott's lips chasing theirs, "My love you know whats wrong" he insisted desperately. "I do" they spoke softly "But I want you to tell me" they lovingly whispered into his ear kissing down his jawline and neck. "Well.. I... need this..." he uttered between gasps, "Please?" Y/n corrected, "Please." He added, his voice raspy with a urgent sense of lust.

Y/n slowly slid his shirts off him and onto the back of the chair, they slowly slid back while kissing down his chest paying special attention to his sensitive nipples. Elliott threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut as he let the pleasure rush through his limbs, Elliott tried in vein to stay quiet as his subtle moans became louder and louder with each passing second. Y/n soon found themselves on their knees in front of the flustered writer, they painfully tugged his belt loose, the tent in Elliott's pants strained painfully against the fabric.

Elliott lifted his hips as Y/n pulled his pants to mid thigh, Y/n stood in front of Elliott and made a show of taking off their clothes. Elliott's breath caught in his throat, he wanted to touch himself as they slid their clothes off and discarded them to find later, but he knew better, he learned early on who was in charge in the relationship, and he knew better than to try and take charge without permission. Y/n settled into Elliott's lap,and prepped Elliott with some lube then carefully guided him in. Elliott's breath hitched as he felt himself glide into them, the feeling was euphoric, he buried his face into their neck and let out a long, painful whine. Y/n set a steady pace ridding him, they could tell by his whines and whimpers that he was already close, they knew he wouldn't last long.

Elliott was so close that he already felt the familiar knot tightening in his abdomen, Y/n felt him tense and they stilled, they had denied him an orgasm, "Please.... I cant..... just please keep going" he begged. "well since you asked so nicely," they said starting back up with a fast pace, Elliott once again felt the knot tightening. Elliott couldn't help the words that poured out of his mouth "I can't.. it's.. I'm gonna" Y/n cut him off with a finger to his lips "I know my dear, just let go" with that Elliott came, hard, he saw stars dancing and singing praises of the person in his lap. As Elliott came down from his high he expected Y/n to slow, but they kept their pace, the first orgasm leaving him sensitive and vulnerable, "F-fuck Y/n" he gasped out. "Don't worry darling, I just need you a little longer" they slurred out, their own high moments away, Elliott felt them tighten around him as they came, the overwhelming pleasure cause Elliott's second orgasm of the night.

Y/n stilled after ridding out both their highs, attempting to catch their breath, Elliott still seeing stars. There they stayed for a while, basking in the after glow, embracing one another. Y/n was the first to move, they slowly moved off Elliott's lap and walked to the bathroom, Elliott soon heard the sound of a bath being run. Y/n then walked in with a glass of water, which they gave to Elliott. Elliott downed the much needed water and Y/n guided him to the bathroom. The bath smelled of fruits and was filled with bubbles, Y/n carefully helped Elliott down into the warm water, soon joining him. "Well, i may have to write you a thank you letter." Elliott finally said his first coherent sentence in over an hour, "whys that love" they asked softly, gliding their hand through the bubbles. "I think you've cleared my writers block. and you've definitely made my night much better." he murmured softly in their ear, gently kissing their neck.

A/N this is my first actual fanfic lmao. hopefully it isn't terrible. Please tell me if I made any mistakes or should add any warnings.

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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Fooling

bottom!ftm Elliott x top!masc reader

☆ Word Count: 1,116 ☆

↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Aphrodisiac, Fingering, Dumbification, Manipulation, Squirting, Creampie

Elliott starts to feel weird, his cheeks are flushed, his body’s hot, and there's a certain feeling downstairs. He can barely think straight.

“Are you okay, Elliott?” You tilt your head, acting innocent. Acting as if you're not the one who spiked his drink with an aphrodisiac.

He shakes his head. “I…I think I’m drunk…or..” He loses his train of thought. “I- I don't feel well..”

“I’ll take you home.” You help him out of the booth, bringing him out of the bar and over to his place.

You help Elliott onto his bed, taking his shoes, socks, jacket, and pants off. “I just want to make you comfortable, okay?” You reassure him as you undo his tie and toss his clothes into his laundry basket. “How do you feel? Do you need anything?” You keep up your facade, if he remembers this later, he won't be upset. You take your shoes off and drop your bag onto the floor, you know you won't be leaving tonight.

Elliott rubs his thighs together. “Need…I need…” He doesn't know what he needs but he's so wet that his underwear is soaked.

“I have a water bottle in my bag, you should try to sober up.” You turn away to get it. Elliott whines, causing you to turn back around. “El?”

“Need you..” He says softly.

“Me? What do you mean?”

Elliott pulls you down onto the bed and cuddles you, rutting against your body for relief. “It hurts.” He whimpers. “It won't go away, [Name], please..”

“Where does it hurt?” You ask, trying to ignore his humping. It's weird seeing such a sophisticated man act like this. Not that you're opposed to it.

He takes your hand and brings it in between his legs, moaning softly as your hand grazes his clothed cunt. It's drenched in his wetness. “Please..”

“I…If it helps, then..” You pull his underwear off. You prod your fingers against his hole, watching his reaction as you slide them inside. Elliott rolls his eyes back and comes from the penetration, squirting on your fingers and the bed sheets. You mutter a curse under your breath.

“More, please~” He rolls his hips.

You start fucking him with your digits and try your best to hold back from fucking him for real. Elliott throws his head back and moans, holding onto you as you finger him. His legs shake as he cries out your name, another orgasm quickly approaching. He starts to cry from how good it feels. You ignore how aroused you are and keep playing with his wetness.

Elliott chokes out a gasp as he comes again, further drenching the sheets with his cum. The feeling still doesn't go away. “Please…need more…” His eyes trail down to your boner, he looks like a predator that found its prey. He unbuckles your belt and tugs your jeans off, drooling as he takes your underwear off. He stares at your length in awe, feeling aroused at an unnatural level. “Want it inside me..” He mumbles.

“Are you sure?”

He nods rapidly.

“I guess I don't have much of a choice.” You say as you move him onto his back and spread his legs before slowly easing yourself inside him and oh Yoba, he feels amazing. Elliott throws his head back in pleasure, he’s never felt this good before. He never imagined being penetrated would make him feel like this.

He moves his hips in attempt to get you to fuck him. You help him out and give him what he deserves, rough and aggressive strokes. He moans shamelessly as you ease the aching need he previously had. He's moaning so loudly that you're sure anyone who might be taking a nighttime stroll can hear him.

“Yes! Yes!” Elliott cries out your name and grins, body arching as pleasure surges through his veins. He shuts his eyes tight as he squirts on your cock. “More!” He doesn't want you to stop, not that you were planning to anyway. You hammer into his pussy knowing this is likely the last time you’ll be fucking him, you better make the most of it.

Elliott grabs you and digs his nails into your back, bringing you close to him. He looks like he’s in love, no, infatuated with you. Thanks to the properties of the aphrodisiac, his body is drawn to you. It’ll go away in the morning but for now, you’re taking advantage of it.

“You feel so good-” You groan.

He moans just from hearing your voice. “so good~!” He repeats. “so- so good!!”

“Fuck- I might come inside-” You place your hand on his stomach, feeling your cock moving in and out of him. “You want that, Elliott? Want me to fill you up?”

Elliott’s too fucked out to process what that means. All he knows is that he wants it. He nods rapidly. “Yes! Ple- please! Cuh- come!” He exclaims. He rolls his eyes back and moans whorishly, feeling another orgasm approaching. He repeats your name over and over before screaming it as he comes. You take his legs and fold them over his chest, fucking him harder and deeper than before. You don't want this to end. You might have to keep doing this, drugging him over and over until he really falls for you.

Nothing that comes out of Elliott’s mouth makes sense to you or even to him. All you can decipher is that he feels good.

“Gonna- gonna fill you up, baby-” You warn, unable to hold back any longer.

“Fi- fill me~!” He grins. Of course he has no idea what that means but you make it sound desirable. Elliott’s eyes widen as he feels you filling him up with your spend, he doesn't know what it is but it feels amazing. “More! Gimme more!”

You do what any sensible person would do and give him more.

Elliott wakes up cuddled up with you, your cock still inside him. He’s horrified. How did this happen? He closes his eyes and searches his memory for the reason.

He remembers everything up until you penetrated him. He feels sick thinking about how he must've forced you into this.

“Elliott?” You look into his eyes.

“I- I'm sorry, I’m so sorry…I don't know what got into me…I feel horrible.”

“It's okay. I wanted to help you.” You rub his arm.

“Thank you…” He looks down and remembers you're still inside him. He moves away from you and gasps. There's so much cum dripping out of him.

“Sorry, you wouldn't let me pull out..” You smile slightly. “I’ll help you out with whatever you need, okay?”

Elliott gulps. “Okay..”

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autumnywinter · 11 days

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Yandere Elliott Headcanons (Stardew Valley)

TW: Yandere behavior, suggestive content, insinuated threatened suicide

Yandere!Elliott is the pinnacle of an obsessive yandere. Of course he has some possessiveness and protectiveness too, but above all he is obsessed with you.

He's a tad bit delusional, but does occasionally have some self-awareness. He's fully aware what he's doing isn't normal, but he truly believes everything he does is for you, and his intentions are all that matters. Love is a complex thing, right?

Though he isn't the type to murder unless completely necessary in his eyes, he will do many other things "in the name of love".

Will send glares at anyone who he thinks is taking up too much of your time (when you could be spending it with him) or gets too touchy with you.

If he thinks someone is a little too interested in you, he'll gently plead as your beloved friend that they're bad news. If that doesn't work, he'll personally confront the person in question, claiming that he has blackmail, whether he's bluffing or not.

Of course, he does send love letters from a "secret admirer". Sings you constant praises and confesses all the horrible, shameful thoughts he has. But while writing in his exquisite cursive, you'll notice when it becomes more sloppy, a telltale sign he got a little too excited confessing his infatuation with you.

Stalks you very often. Whenever you're sick, there's a basket with medicine, snacks, and flowers at your doorstep, all gifted to you by your devoted secret admirer ♡

He isn't very good at hiding his obsessive tendencies. After all, who else in town writes with such delicately scripted words?

When you're deep in your friendship with Elliott, it becomes even more obvious. His face is bright red, and he has an almost drunken smile whenever you're near him. Buries his nose in your hair and inhales, always commenting how heavenly you smell, how right you feel in his arms.

Sneaks into your house while you're gone or asleep. Won't do anything but watch you, even if he's tempted to do more. Just viewing your such peaceful, serene state is enough for him. Sometimes.

Other times, he takes your belongings. He returns them--most of the time--but of course he keeps a few keepsakes, too. Underwear, lipstick/lip gloss, toothbrushes even. Despite being vanilla, this man is a freak.

Will take his time building up your affection. As much as he'd love nothing more than to sweep you off your feet immediately, he can be patient. As long as you keep being your incredible, sweet self to him.

He'd much rather not have to resort to kidnapping. He wants you to adore him as much as he adores you, and he has some self-awareness that if he kidnaps you, there's a good chance you'll hate him forever. The mere thought makes him feel terrified.

If you confess your love to him first, he won't cry, but he will be on the verge of it. This is all he could've ever wanted! He can now be as flirtatious and romantic as he'd like with you now and not be seen as creepy!

Him confessing his love first would be planned out very carefully. He'd try to seem like his usual charming and smooth self, but you'd notice how he'd occasionally stammer a little, and how his entire face is tomato-red.

Only when you're married will he seem to tone it down. He's even more obsessive than ever, but he doesn't follow your every movement as much. Not unless he grows suspicious of you. He'll be more heartbroken than genuinely angry if he finds out you've been cheating or have fallen out of love with him.

Before he met you, he was depressed and believed everyone had a soulmate but him. You are his reason for living, without you he is nothing. And he likes to think you think the same way vice versa, deep down.

Never would hurt you, but can be a little scary. He switches between loving, to hysterical, to eerily cold. Will insinuate and say terrible things when you've been distant to the point he thinks you might leave him.

"...Dearest? You know I love you, right? If you were to leave me, I really don't think I could live with myself."

"If I had it my way, you wouldn't need to ever leave the house. In fact, you don't need to. I can provide for us both. Is there any reason you insist on leaving me all day?"

"Sometimes I'm tempted to tie you up and keep you all to myself. Not that I'd actually do that, haha... maybe one day."

Just make him believe you adore him as much as he adores you, and everything will be fine! :)

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panickingpansexuality · 1 year

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Elliott with a single parent farmer

Gif not mine

When you two arrived no one told him you had a toddler

So when he sees them he's automatically thinking "Oh they've got a partner"

Once you two get to know each other a little more you tell him that your partner gave you custody after they didn't think they could be a parent, they still had visitation but they were more like an estranged relative than a parent

Elliott was heartbroken for the both of you

He adores your child and whenever they're around he'll play with them

Helps you out on the farm when you become overwhelmed

The kid doesn't know some words yet so it's fun to teach them

"Fuck!" "Oh, No, no sweetie DUCK. Duck. It's a duck!"

You never let him live that one down

If you can't do something because of the kid he's right beside you two either help so you can or to make sure you aren't lonely

Flower dance involves the kid on his hip or on his feet, their hands holding onto his fingers

You three have little dance parties to kid shows that have a lot of music

Elliott starts to write some fairytales for them or a children's series based around them

Willy definitely becomes a sort of grandfather to the kid, with you three at the beach so often

Willy so taught them how to fish

Leah babysits and has the kid create art projects for the two of you while they sit at her place or yours

The kid starts calling him "Da," out of nowhere and it has you both blushing

"I'm sorry I don't know where he learned it from." "No, don't be it's adorable, I quite enjoy the nickname."

When you let him babysit you'll come in to see the baby sleeping in his chest while he's asleep, a fairytale book open on the bed.

An absolutely amazing dad loves both you and the kid with his entire soul

Whoever proposes uses the kiddo to help give the other the necklace

Always asks your permission before doing anything with the kid

Horrified of overstepping a boundary until you finally tell him it's ok

You ask him if he wants to officially adopt the baby once you two are married and he sobs

Your wedding day is also the day he adopts the kiddo

Adores you both and never lets you go a day without knowing it.

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 22 days

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In A Week's Time: Elliott x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Soft sex, creampies

Summer. A scorching summer season had settled amongst the valley. Where others saw a reason to just flock to the beach and wade in the oceans or to take advantage of the museum’s better quality air conditioner, you had been excited for this season to make profits. Sure, you had made a good profit off of spring’s fresh crops what of strawberries and parsnips and bulbs of garlic all in a row; it was summer you were waiting for as well as many other farmers around. You could just imagine your crop fields full of patches of blueberries and of melons, peach and orange trees in full bloom as well as stalks of hops to keep the kegs full of aging beer (and let’s not get started about the starfruit patches to which you’ll be turning into wine by the end of their respected harvest).

You were out of bed before Elliott - which was rare as he’s used to waking with the gulls cawing horribly before the sun even rises over the ocean’s shore. The writer’s eyes prying open to see you already out the door, flowing auburn hair a mess against the soft pillow covers, sticking to his chiseled face as he watched on in confusion as you bolted out of the front door. He squinted, grumbling something under his breath about how eager you were and quickly followed behind you.

The early summer morning breeze was cool, crisp, inviting as you overlooked the expanse of your farm from your porch. The sun barely peeking over the trees of the forest bordering the outskirts of the farm, bits of orange rays poking through, and twinkling off of the iridium sprinklers littered around, scarecrows still standing tall, protecting the now empty fields of dead spring crops.

The front door opened behind you, you peered over your shoulder to see your beloved husband standing there, squinting as the sun slowly rises over the horizon and spill into the farm. You always loved how squinty-eyed he was when he wakes, hair tied back. He was always so handsome, even when he had just woken up. You giggled, remembering how he had woken up when the spring had started and you had woken early to start planting the usual plots of strawberries, parsnips, and beans. The poor man had his shirt on backwards and nearly had his shoes on the wrong feet before you helped correct him. It was always so sweet of him to wake up early with you every crop season to help you clear and plant and water with you.

“My darling?” he mumbled behind you.

“It’s summer, Elliott! Time for the biggest harvests of the year!” you proclaimed, puffing your chest out proudly.

“I’ll make coffee,” he nodded, leaving the front door open to allow your cat to slip outside and happily trot towards the barn and coop towards the south exit of your farm that leads to Marnie’s ranch.

Around midday, you had retired back to the house where Elliott was waiting, radiating with excitement. He had just come back two hours ago from Pierre’s store with many bags of seeds roped around his hands and wrists for you to start sowing. You climbed the stairs and overlooked the expanse of your farm with your husband. You both took in the tilled dirt ready to be watered after lunch. You were both excited to slowly be able to see the dull beige and browns and ochres of the farm’s soil to slowly bloom vibrant greens and pinks and blues and yellows of fresh vegetation by the end of the season.

“Tired, my darling?” he stepped inside, allowing you to pass into your home.

“Not yet,” you hummed.

“Good! I have wonderful news I’d love for you to hear,” he chimed.

“Oh? And what would that be, Elliott?”

Leading you towards the kitchen, you noticed a large, square vanilla envelope bent in a slight curve. A glass mixing bowl sat a little ways away, most likely used to press out the envelope. It was opened, the obvious tear towards the top of the envelope, the contents gently pushed back inside. What looked to be a single sheet of paper was inside.

“Do you remember the genre of book you’ve inspired me to write, my love?” Elliott hummed.

You could remember that day clearly. Nearly two seasons had passed, the end of the scorching summer was settled on the land, the valley preparing for fall. The weather had cooled just a tad, but it was enough to warrant you a trip down to the beach for a dip in the ocean. Your crops were all done for the season, every last bundle of blueberries plucked, every melon uprooted, hot peppers and tomatoes picked from every patch you had planted. You were done for the rest of the season when it had come to the farm.

But as soon as you arrived at the beach, you had immediately lost all focus upon seeing Elliott’s cabin. You had been meaning to visit, and before you could even realize it, you were knocking at his front door. The poet was surprised to see you, emerald green eyes widening in pure delight at the sight of a new visitor.

Auburn hair tied back by a vibrant green ribbon, delicate locks not long enough framed his face nicely. Sharp jawline freshly shaved, not a single hair missed nor a single blemish on his healthy tanned skin. A loose white button-up long sleeve shirt sat unbuttoned a bit on the top. His shirt had been tucked into a pair of loose black slacks. If you hadn’t been blushing at the sight of a man as handsome as Elliott, you would’ve questioned him on why he decided to dress like a pirate.

Instead, he had roped you into an elegant conversation, allowing you to step into his cabin. Enchanted with his delicate words, you soon found yourself staring at him as he looked at you, groomed dark brows pulled up slightly as he waited for your answer.

He smirked as you shook your head slightly, clearing the fog from your mind as you suddenly found yourself in an embarrassing position.

“Sorry, excuse me,” you stuttered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

Elliott simply chuckled softly. His silky voice filled your ears before he glanced back at you, a smile still tugging on his chiseled lips. Yoba, they looked so soft.

“It’s this awful heat. I find myself losing my words too. I was asking you your favorite genre to read.”

“Oh!” You felt your stomach tighten into even tighter knots. “I… Romance I guess. I haven’t really had a lot of time to sit down and read something proper like an actual book. Maybe a news article on my phone or something but…”

“Romance? Ah, a classic form of literature! I find myself sinking into romantic novels myself, especially during a storm.”

“Romance,” you hummed.

He pulled the single piece of thick paper from the envelope, still a little curved from its time spent in the mailbox since early this morning.

“It’s a very short notice for such big news, but I’ve been invited to do a reading tour for the book you’ve inspired me to write.”

He handed you the piece of paper.

It was from his publisher, a full schedule on the bottom of the short notice. Every day was packed with readings to signings and meetups, all scheduled for one week.

Next week.

“You’re leaving Saturday,” you noted the date stamped at the very bottom, the following Sunday being his return.

“I am. But only for one week, my radiance.” He paused for a moment, you looked up at him with wide eyes full of excitement. “Will you be alright? I’ll be gone for one week and it’s already the start of a new crop season for us-”

“Go on it! This is what you’ve wanted, yeah? I’ll be fine!”

Elliott stared at you with slight shock, soon melting into a warm smile full of absolute love.

“I’ll be here for the rest of the week, though. I’ll still be here to help water what is not covered, help with your animals.”

You nodded and looked back down at the paper in your hands. You noticed the time to leave on Saturday is missing.

“When do you leave Saturday?”

“I believe before noon.”

Elliott produced one round-trip bus ticket from the envelope. The same company that brought you here to Pelican Town a little over two years ago.

Lo and behold, he would be leaving at ten o'clock in the morning.

Elliott plucked the schedule and ticket from your hands and placed them back on the counter. He quickly replaced the empty space between your hands, he filled them with his own. Grasping them tightly with his own, he pulled you closer to him.

His hands were strong, skin soft, fingertips scarred slightly from countless papercuts he’s given himself from binge-reading new and old books on rainy days as well as spending countless and stressful days writing, editing, and rereading his work that he’ll now read to many people out there in the world. You loved how nice his hands felt, warm, but not too warm to make your hands overheat. His hands were bigger than yours, enveloping them with their strong warmth as he pulled you closer until you both were pressed flush up against each other.

You caught whiffs of him. You always loved how Elliott smelled, from his shampoo and conditioner to the subtle hints of his aftershave and cologne. Pomegranate was the main node you would get (it was really the fruit that had started your acquaintance with him when he asked if you grew them on the farm) but he would also always smell somewhat like the sea. Sea salt in the ocean breeze, fresh and alive, and inviting like the ocean on a hot summer’s day.

And looking at your husband before you, you could feel your body heat up even more. His hands slowly rising in temperature, slowly roasting your fingers and palms still a little cool from handling your iridium hoe. You swore you could feel little tingles sparking between the minute gaps between your fingers and palms, fireworks, explosions of nerves edging you both further and further closer to the end of the cliff until-

You both suddenly found yourselves suddenly tangled in each other’s limbs. Bodies pressed flush up against each other, no room between your persons. Your breasts pressed firmly against his chest, stomachs with no gaps between, legs struggling to stand up properly and support each other.

Your hands snatched at the collar of Elliott’s button-up, crisp and clean with no wrinkles in sight now sat crumbled in your grasping hands. Your fingers flexing, suddenly releasing the collar to claw and crawl to his broad shoulders, snatching at the thin, soft material by the handful, pulling him closer if that was any more possible.

Elliott’s passion placed into his display of affections always seemed to catch you off guard. You knew Elliott was a passionate man the moment you met him, but as you grew to knew him and quickly fell for him, you learned that Elliott and romance went together like Gus and any event where he’s able to serve the town. Elliott always made you feel loved, always made you feel beautiful. He may look like he belongs on the front of a romance novel cover with his god-like appearance, but damn it all if he doesn’t know how to absolutely ravish you as the books would suggest.

One of Elliott’s strong hands had come to the back of your head, agile fingers gently grasping at the back of your head, fingers wrapped around your locks, locking your heads together. The other went around to behind your shoulders. He grabbed at the back of your shirt, a fistful of cloth fabric teasing him whereas he teased you with a few tugs, threatening to rip your shirt right off of your body without another thought.

It wouldn’t have been the first time he would have done that.

Elliott’s lips seemed to be made for yours. Every kiss was perfect.

Elliott softly moaned into the kiss, the swaying weight between you two nearly had your legs fumbling, nearly allowing the two of you to fall over yourselves. Elliott pulled away for just a moment, emerald green eyes gazing into yours for a brief moment, lust filling his gorgeous hues the more he looked at you, a faint pink blush dashing over his chiseled cheeks. You could feel your face heating up as well, the apples of your cheeks suddenly scorching just looking at him right here, nose to nose with your loving husband.

He had quickly pulled you into another kiss, lips tenderly pressing against yours in a passionate embrace, lulling your legs to finally be able to move towards the bedroom.

It was sloppy, your backs pressing against the walls of the short hallway connecting the living room to your shared bedroom. Elliott had you pinned to the wall at one point, your head pushed to the side, mouth open as soft mewls and moans escaping from your slick lips as Elliott sucked at the nape of your neck. His large, strong hands were squeezing your wrists, your fingers limp yet curling as you felt him pressed his clothed erection brush against your person.

You both had managed to tear yourselves from the wall, suddenly another mess of tangled arms, hands grasping in hair and snatching at clothing until Elliott’s nimble fingers had finally dipped under the bottom hem of your shirt, carefully peeling the hem up into a small curl of fabric until he could firmly grab at it with both hands. With a swift and sudden pull of his hands, you had suddenly found yourself topless in the sights of your beloved.

Flushing under his emerald gaze, Elliott had paused for a brief moment to look over your body, eyes scanning your form, lust slowly consuming his features the more he gazed at your form with fluttering eyes. Elliott hummed deep within his throat, hands coming up to cup at your shoulders. Hooking his thumbs under the straps of your bra, he delicately slid them off of the curve of your shoulders and crawled his fingers to the hooks behind your back. Your bra quickly came undone in his hands, the delicate lingerie now sliding off of your body with a tug of his agile hands and carelessly tossed over his shoulder.

The sight of your naked breasts alone was enough for Elliott to start to unravel more and more.

A coy little smirk fell upon your lips as you saw out of the corner of your eye the tenting in his pants, noting how the fabric was tightening more and more as the seconds ticked by.

“I hardly think it’s fair for you to still be dressed while you’re stripping off all of my clothes,” you pointed out.

“My dearest, I believe you’re right. How rude of me.”

Elliott had complied with your statement, but he was a little shit. Nimble fingers that had just ravaged your top and bra off of your person within just a few seconds, had plucked the top two buttons of his shirt apart at a snail’s pace; All with a devilish look in his eye as looked directly at you.

You flung yourself at him, hands grabbing the collar of his button-up and pulling his close to connect your lips once more. Elliott’s hands moved from his shirt to grip at the sides of your head firmly, sinking his fingers into the locks of your hair. Your hands fumbled down to the rest of the buttons, fingers struggling to pluck them apart one by one until you had no more to unbutton. Your fingers brushed against his bare chest and abdomen, lightly sun-kissed skin, toned generously as the lean muscle under your fingertips flexed softly at your bare touch.

Elliott shrugged his button-up off of his shoulders and tossed it aside, the hunk of material sliding against the hardwood floors.

Elliott advanced towards you, pushing you backwards until the back of your knees bumped into the lip of the bed. You stumbled back a bit, losing your balance and falling back into the mattress, your body bouncing a bit as you landed on the springy mattress. Elliott smirked, enjoying as your breasts bounced with you.

Elliott’s graceful fingers moved from your shoulders downward, fingers dancing down your body, past the curve of your breasts, and digging gently into the soft skin of your stomach until his fingers danced along the waistband of your pants. The button had suddenly slipped free and the zipper had been pulled down.

Elliott had leaned forward, you softly gasped when you felt his warm lips press gentle kisses down the center of your torso in a straight line, going from the bottom of your neck to in between the space of your breasts down to your belly button all while he had wrestled your pants out from under your rear. He worked your trousers down the length of your legs, eventually hitching them off from where they bunched up at your ankles and allowed the trousers to flop onto the floor, all while he was still trailing kisses right down your center.

He briefly looked up at you under a near curtain of auburn locks, emerald green hues amused at your heated face, wonderful lips smirking as you softly begged him to keep going.

His index fingers hooked around the delicate upper hemline of your underwear. Twisting his fingers just a bit to secure the hemline, he slowly pulled downwards, peeling your panties away from your pussy and down the length of your legs, soon joining your pants on the floor. The sight of you dripping wet, heat blooming from between your legs stirred Elliott onwards, but he remained collected; no matter how much he wished to absolutely ravage your body.

Elliott had stood up, you whined a bit as you immediately missed the feeling of his lips trailing up and down your torso, worshipping you, ravishing you with his soft kisses.

Your loving husband gripped the waistband of his own trousers and fiddled with the buckle of his leather belt. Shiny brass clicking a little at him fiddling and soon the long strip of punched leather slid out from the belt loops of his black slacks and was tossed onto your trousers pooling at his feet. You watched on in awe as he slowly dipped his hands under the waistband for just a brief second before plucking apart the button of his own pants and pulling the zipper down, revealing straining boxer-briefs.

You flushed at the outline hidden inside the confinements of his underwear. Cock straining, erect, yet tortured to be stuck into tightening underwear.

The black slacks dropped to the floor, Elliott nudging both his trousers and yours off to the side of the bed just out of the way. The matching black boxer-briefs looked awfully tight, you could only imagine the struggle Elliott was going through as he looked over your delightful form.

A few locks of auburn hair drifted out of place, some sticking to his slightly sweaty forehead while the others hung loose in his face, covering his eyes slightly. A faint blush still settled on his cheeks as he looked down at you with half-lidded eyes full of lust and desire.

“Elliott,” you cooed, your body heating up.

Your gut was coiling, heat pooling more around your pussy, your stomach feeling full of butterflies. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, feel your blood roaring with life.

You needed him inside of you now.

“My dear (Y/n), what do you need?” he purred, still eyeing you as if you were nothing else but prey.

“You,” you whimpered.

“And what do you want me to do?” he teased, the corners of his lips twitching upwards into a coy smile.

“I want you to fuck me into this mattress.”

You swore you could see something snap inside of Elliott. The once calm and collected writer you called a husband seemingly snapped. You could no longer see the emerald in his eyes. The sea of lovely green now consumed by his pupils blown wide.

It was a good thing you both live on a farm, a good walking distance away from the rest of Pelican Town, otherwise, you and Elliott would be looking at many noise complaints from the rest of the town.

You watched as he snatched off his boxer-briefs, the poor man-handled fabric flung away, no longer in your line of sight.

What was in your line of sight, however, was your husband’s cock springing outwards, now free of its confinements.

You only had mere seconds to gaze at it before Elliott had pinned you to the mattress, the man hovering over you, hands pinning your shoulders to the mattress, impaling you with his cock.

A moan lodged in your throat, choking slightly as you cried out in pleasure at the tightness. Elliott gave a satisfied groan as well, broad shoulders sagging for just a mere moment to lose himself in the sea of pleasure he found himself in.

You loved how Elliott’s cock fit inside of you so perfectly, it was like to was made for you. His cock was large, thick, always stretching your tight pussy just right. Just the feeling of being stretched had you whining, clawing at the sheets by the handful. Your head rocked back into the mattress, cradled by the bunched up sheets under your head and neck. Your eyes screwed shut at the painful stretch.

Elliott moaning softly, panting against your chest. His long auburn locks had spilled across your sweaty chest, thick strands clinging to your breasts, pooling on your person for a brief moment as Elliott had dipped his head to revel in the feeling of his cock in your tight pussy.

He craned his head back up, looking down at your sweaty face, mouth wide open as you cried and mewled under him. A wild smirk spread across his lips.

He was generous enough to give you a quick second to adjust to the tight stretch before he had started to slowly piston his hips.

The back of your head curled into the sheets piled underneath you more, your throat stretching, baring more skin to him. Elliott had leaned back down again, still pistoning his hips at a slow rate to enjoy the tight feeling of your slick walls around his cock.

Your guts were knotted with lust, only wanting you to raise your hips and match him with his thrusts, meet his cock thrusting inwards with you lifting your hips up, wanting your sexes to slap together, to rock the bed and make it groan like you normally do together. You loved how wild and powerful Elliott could be in bed.

Elliott’s hands snatched at your hips, nails digging into the soft skin. You whimpered at the bite of crescent moons, loving the pain adding on to the pleasure bubbling inside of your person. Each thrust seemed to make your organs knot closer together, made the coils heat up, and tighten. Your moans only spurred him to speed up once he had given you ample time to adjust to the tightness inside of you.

Elliott had let go of your hips, favoring to trap the sides of your head by placing his hands out flat against the ruffles and rumples of the sheets now bunched under the back of your skull, careful not to snag at any of your locks. His grip on the sheets tightened, supporting him better as he rocked his hips back and forth at a great pace, pounding into you like a machine powered by pistons.

He had dipped his head down to meet your parted lips. He groaned into the cavity of your mouth, wincing and tightening his grip on the sheets as your walls had clamped down on his cock. You could hear the sheets creaking, the soft fabric stretching and compressing under the intense grip Elliott was putting it through until he had released it just a touch.

He pressed hot, open-mouth kisses all around your face. He trailed kisses along the curve of your jaw all the way back to your earlobes where he would nip and gently tug at them. He would trail a sloppy line down the curve of your neck, grazing the columns of your throat with his teeth. He definitely had produced a good amount of hickies along your neck and upper chest, so much to possibly warrant a turtleneck at the beginning of summer if you were to have made any plans of going out in public. He had even gently sunk his teeth into the soft plush of one of your breasts, enjoying the little squeaks you produced as your clawed at Elliott’s back and grabbed at his broad shoulders.

Once he had deemed he had marked you up enough, he had only continued to ramp up his pace until you suddenly choke at the speed. You gasped, feeling your passageway clamp down on him once more, your husband crying out in pleasure and tossing his head back to revel in the feelings spiking through him.

You cried out, feeling the coils inside of you tighten even more, now white-hot as the seed about to enter your womb pretty soon as your climax was fast approaching.

You caught sight of Elliott’s eyes, emerald hues still missing, lost in a sea of black. His pupils dilated, still-full blown with lust, looking as though he had captured a starless sky in his eyes.

It was hypnotic, and the thundering of your blood in your ear like war drums had only added on to the pressure building up in your core. The splitting pressure inside of you had you squeezing your eyes closed, wincing, a soft moan passing through grit teeth as a wave of painful pleasure rattled through you, only tightening the coils inside of you even more.

Elliott was unraveling as well, auburn locks falling in his face, hiding his reddened and sweaty rugged face behind the curtain of his groomed mane. His shoulders tensed, lean muscle flexing in his shoulders and biceps, veins poking against his lightly tanned skin. His thrusts had gone from fast and passionate to sporadic and sloppy, longing and yearning to finally release inside of you.

A sudden eruption of heat spilled from between your legs, a massive release of pent up pain and turned to pleasure. A lewd moan had spilled from your open mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Elliott groaned above you, riding and thrusting into your slickening pussy, only allowing him to lose himself to his gaining lust.

Your limbs suddenly felt heavy, weighed down by bones seemingly made of lead and iridium, allowing you to sink into the plush comfort of the mattress as Elliott continuously pounded into your pussy without fail. The man of many elegant words had crippled down to only guttural moans and heavy groans. He could barely make any other noises, he was too busy chasing his won climax. He huffed and puffed in your ears, shoulders shaking as he pistoned his hips back and forth like a well-oiled machine.

It had nearly been another full minute before you felt the slight twitch inside of your passageway, his cock stiffening ever so slowly in between the rushed thrusts of his hips. His thrusts were growing sloppier by the thrust, the bed groaning under the two of you as it rocked with each thrust. The two of you were a flurry of moans and lingering kisses, Elliott occasionally kissing down your jaw or sucking at your neck. Your pussy still slick with your sweet only allowed him to seemingly thrust faster inside of you, you could feel his cock twitch a bit more.

He was going to cum quickly.

His hands on either side of your head snatched at more of the rumpled bedsheets, twisting as his back arched downwards. With each thrust, there was no room left between your two persons, no air gaps between your sexes, drawing his cock nearly out of you only to slam right back into you without mercy. You swore you were drooling, trapped in the starry bliss clouding your mind, still chasing the joys of your climax as he only ravaged your pussy more and more.

The stiffer he got, the sloppier he got with his thrusts until hot milky white suddenly erupted from Elliott’s cock, the man coming with a choked shout. His shoulders curled up into his neck, head shooting back, auburn locks spilling over his broad shoulders and you milked every last drop of semen out of his cock still buried inside of you.

You cried, mewled as you felt the fullness inside of you, only to exhale as Elliott’s cock had slid right out of your passageway, his semen following quickly after to spill onto the bed.

Elliott nearly collapsed on top of your worn person, the man of elegance managing to roll himself to land right next to you. He draped one of his tanned arms over your body, the meat of his arm over your breasts so his hand could reach under your armpit, dragging you closer to his sweaty chest. You both laid there panting, hearts racing as moments ticked by, the thrill of your orgasms slowly riding down as you both looked at each other in the eye. Sweaty faces, blushed at the cheeks and noses, you both couldn’t help the small and loving smiles spreading across your faces. You both looked at each other through the messy, frizzy locks clinging to your sweaty faces. A good shower was to be put in order now, but it would have to wait.

You shivered, still feeling his hot seed spilling slowly out between your nether lips, tangling with the sheets under your person, a mess you would both clean in just a moment.

You stood there by the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive with your husband right by your side. You could tell he was nervous, he would always toy with his long locks when he was. He had even pulled his hair back and tied it to try and stop himself from fiddling with his luscious auburn locks, but he couldn’t help himself.

He was nervous, and rightfully so!

He was going to be gone for a week, reading for his adoring fans, signing autographs, meeting new and important people.

You took his hand, startling the man out of his daydream. Wide emerald eyes looking at you for a mere second before he seemingly calmed down… just a bit.

“You’ll do great out there. I promise,” you smiled. “Just breathe, remember to stay calm and you’ll do great.”

Elliott smiled warmly at you. He only wished you could come along with him, join him on this adventure he was going to have, but you had a farm to take care of, animals to raise and crops to tend to so you can help feed the town.

You had your responsibilities, and now, he did too. This would open up a lot of doors, a lot of opportunities to expand his craft, make good relationships and business partners, spread the word about his writing more and more.

He only wished he could have you by his side. After all, you were his biggest inspiration for finishing his book. This was all because of you; Because you had introduced yourself to him your first day of arriving at Pelican Town, because you took up his many requests on the wanted board in front of Pierre’s, because you had taken the time to get to know him, to give him many wonderful gifts, to give him the mermaid’s pendant… You had spoken to him nearly every day, no matter if you were covered in dirt from the farm or covered in slime and bits of dead bugs and whatever horrors you had slain in the mines, you made it your goal to befriend him, to stick your muddy boot through his cabin door and get to know him. Even now, the mermaid’s pendant sat heavily against his throat, the polished silver chain choking him with suspense as he started to worry.

What if something happened and he wasn’t here to help? What if something happened to the farm? It’s summer, storms would surely come to try and wreck the farm. What if you were caught outside? What if you were caught in the barns? What if you got hurt and he wasn’t there to help you? To protect you?

The bus had rolled down the street and stopped right in front of you both. You both eyed each other one last time before you fully turned to him, Elliott doing the same.

Now face to face with your husband, you reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace. You could feel your throat tightening up just a tad as he wrapped his strong arms around your person, a quick press of his lips against your cheekbone.

“I promise to write to you every day, my radiance,” he murmured into your ear.

“Every day?”

“Every day without fail.”

“I love you, Elliott.”

“And I love you, (Y/n).”

The doors to the bus swung open, the bus driver not even looking in your direction at first.

Elliott pulled away only to press his lips to yours. The kiss was so full of passion for how brief it had to be without keeping the bus driver and the other bus occupants waiting.

You pulled away to look him in the eyes. You could see the yearning for him to stay with you, but you both knew this was coming sooner or later.

“Be careful, yeah?”

“Of course, my dearest.”

And with that, Elliott picked up his (overstuffed) suitcase and carry-on bag and set off into the bus.

You watched on with a reassuring smile as Elliott sat down at the window facing you. You followed the bus as far down the sidewalk as you could until there was no walkway left. You watched from your spot on the sidewalk as the bus was slowly swallowed by the darkness of the tunnel, heading towards the city.

With a soft sigh, you glanced down at the mermaid pendant sitting around your neck. You gently grasped the shimmering blue twisted shell and gazed back at the tunnel.

You ignored the biting, bitter feeling bubbling in your gut, wrinkling your nose at the sensation of dread wafting around your mind, and turned to follow the trail back to your farm.

Maybe if you busied yourself with farm work and the mines and whatever foraging you could find, the week would fly by quickly and Elliott would return to you sooner than you would think.

Upon arriving at the farm, you sighed. You knew the farm felt emptier the moment you stepped foot on the land. Even as your cat brushed around your leg and trotted towards the barn and coop, you hoped time would fly by quickly.

Picking up the milking bucket and shears from the chest by your house, you followed behind your faithful kitty, attempting to busy your lonely mind with work until your beloved author returned to you.

#stardew valley #elliott x reader #elliott x farmer

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glowingbadger · 2 years

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Sorry for making two requests but can I also request the mirror sex kink for Elliot and a fem!SO?

Y'know what, I'll allow it, since at least you're asking for characters I adore and don't get the chance to write for often lol (I say as if I'm not 100% in charge of what I write and am not just a slave to positive feedback and attention whoop)

This one kinda just feels... a little different, stylistically than my usual? Idk it's probably not even noticeable, I don't even know if I have a style lmao

Omg I wrote this whole fucking thing spelling "Elliott" with one T and now I have to go through and correct it so I can post it uuuuugh

Elliott (Stardew) x AFAB Reader

Kink prompt list #48 - Mirror sex

NSFW 18+ V

You've finally managed to arrange things so you could join Elliott on his latest book tour- and he's been so thrilled by this development that, a week and several cities into the trip, he's made love to you in nearly every hotel you'd patronized. Something about having you by his side as he pursued his dream in this thrilling new way had stirred his emotions, and in turn, his libido. Still, tonight's hotel has some... quirks.

He'd assured you that his agent had made all of the travel arrangements, that it was just as much a surprise to him. Still, you couldn't help but note a wide range of 'mood lighting' options, the open view into the shower, and not least of all, mirrors spanning both the ceiling and bed-adjacent wall.

"Well," Elliott had chuckled, an arm around your waist and his lips grazing your ear, "best not to squander such an unexpected opportunity, no?"

Soon enough, you're on his lap with your back to his chest and your legs spread, slung over his thighs. He's positioned you both at the edge of the bed facing the mirror, where he can bask in the feeling of your body against his, and the sight of you mewing and trembling in his arms. In the reflection, you see Elliott's golden-red hair spilling elegantly over your shoulder as his lips trail up towards your neck and his hands run tenderly up your sides. His touch is warm, his whole body flush with lust. Briefly, his teeth graze your neck, just as his hands reach your chest, cupping your breasts.

"Mmh, darling..." he sighs against your skin, pulling you more firmly to him while he watches you in the mirror, "You can't imagine how entranced I am by your body. I wonder if seeing yourself like this will communicate even a fraction of your beauty to your own eyes."

"Elliott..." you whimper softly, face tinged pink at the excessive attention. His gaze is fixed on your reflection, watching with obsessive adoration as his hands squeeze and grope your breasts, fingertips briefly brushing over your stiffened nipples. You jump slightly at the sudden pleasure, arching against him, yet this only encourages his hungry touch. Still decorating your neck with lavish kisses, a hand runs slowly down your front until those long fingers press firm between your lower lips. Gasping out his name, you watch him part your folds, see how soft and responsive they are, how obvious your slick arousal is as he touches you with utter reverence.

"Absolutely breathtaking," Elliott says into the crook of your neck, even as his eyes remain transfixed by your reflection, "Your body is so open to me- so receptive. You were made to be adored, my love."

"Ohh-!"

His fingers stroke gently across your clit, teasing it stiff, prompting you to moan aloud and lean into him. You notice his cock steadily growing harder, rising between your thighs, stirred by your obvious pleasure. Never one to neglect your body, his spare hand is still occupied at your chest, rolling your nipple between his fingertips, only stopping occasionally to caress some part of you and relish in the sight of your flesh beneath his touch. Soon, the fingers at your drooling pussy are rolling firm circles around your clit, shocks of pleasure setting your thighs trembling, climax already building. In the mirror, you see his fingers glisten with your overflowing wetness, briefly hypnotized by the loving and yet intensely erotic way they move. Elliott's handsome brow is deeply furrowed as he loses himself in servicing you, and as your breath quickens and your body burns to your core, you know you're nearly at your limit.

"Watch," he whispers, nuzzling against your hair as you tremble in his arms, "You're so beautiful when you cum- watch for me, please?"

Through the haze of white-hot pleasure pulsing through your center, you force your eyes to the mirror before you. It's embarrassing at first, seeing yourself in such a state- bright red and panting with your hair tossed out of place. But then you see the way Elliott looks at you. It's warm and tender, yes, but also blatantly lustful.

It's that gaze that breaks you; in an instant, your body runs hot as you gasp and pleasure rushes up from your over-sensitive pussy through your entire frame. Elliott urges you through your climax, the firm and steady massaging of his fingers sending new ripples through you with each pass, pulling breathless whimpers from you one after another. You bring a shaking hand to cradle his face behind you, yet you force yourself to watch the mirror all the while. Your lover wants you to see yourself how he sees you. When you meet the half-lidded eyes and panting lips of your own reflection, you think that perhaps you understand what he meant.

#god idk if this is any good lmao #stardew valley #elliott stardew valley #elliott x reader #sdv x reader #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley smut #not sfw #sdv smut #kink prompts

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writer-by-the-sea · 1 year

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Can I ask for a gender neutral drabble request about farmer feeling insecure and asking Elliott if he thinks they’re sexy and he admits to thinking about them when he touches himself? 🥺

“Have you ever just felt so unattractive that you don’t even think a turtle would be interested in you?”

Elliot startled beside me, I forgot that we hadn’t spoken in a few minutes… Or was it more than an hour now? I wasn’t sure. We would often hang out at the beach together after Elliott finished his yoga for the day. I’ve even joined him a few times, but honestly I stretch enough getting eggs out from under the chickens little bums that I couldn’t bare to do one more damn ‘triangle downward pose’ even if I wanted to.

“In your defense,” Elliot began. “I don’t believe turtles can be sexually attracted to humans.”

I snorted. Of course he would reply with the facts. And it was a silly question to begin with, the man looked like a bronze god sitting next to me. Shirtless and wearing those god damn red shorts that have me drooling in my sleep. “Never mind,” I replied with a laugh. “It was a dumb question—“

“No, it wasn’t.” Elliott’s voice was firm as he stared at me, his frown actually making me feel bad for even asking. “And, for the record, you’re very good looking.”

Um.

What?

I said nothing and just stared back at him, his eyes soft and caring as he gazed back at me. He had a single elbow propped on his knee, smiling now as he watched me— waiting for me to say something, anything in reply.

“I think about you,” Elliot said before I could manage to mumble out literally anything. “As in, when I’m in bed, or in the shower…” He paused, pressing his lips together as he thought to himself. “In the bathroom at the pub once, it was the day you walked in after being at the mines and the monsters tore half your clothes off...”

Hang on.

WHAT.

I held my hand up, stopping him from continuing and shook my head as I tried to process what the hell he was saying. He thought of me? In the shower? In bed? At the pub? What the hell did that even mean—

“I cum so easily when I think of you.”

Well there’s my answer.

Elliott was so relaxed as he spoke, shrugging after he just dropped a bomb on me as if it was nothing at all. “You’re very good looking, I never saw myself fantasying about the only farmer in town. However, it’s become a daily event now.”

“Elliott,” I paused. How does one even reply to this? Sure, the question I asked may have been a been asinine— but! To reply, and to reply so causally. “Ar you— are you saying to jerk off to me?”

“Everyday, yes.”

I dropped myself into the sand, uncaring anymore about the hot sand as it burned the back of my neck and arms, my hair was going to be a real bitch to wash later but I couldn’t even think about that right now. Elliott, the hottest guy in town, who writes poems and short stories with ease, who does yoga on the beach, who laughs with me at Gus’ pub, who is actually a dork that’s obsessed with Star Wars—

Jerks off to me.

Every. Single. Day.

Elliott laid down beside me on his side, worry painted all over his gorgeous face. “Farmer? Do you want me to stop?”

I laughed, just amazed at the entire situation. “No, you don’t… no.”

“Thank goodness,” Elliot said with a sigh and rolled to his back. “I don’t think I would have been able to stop. Especially after today.”

“Elliott,” I said and sat up, looking down at him with narrowed eyes. “What on earth would have happened today that would make it any harder to stop?”

“Well—“

I gestured down to myself. “I stink like chickens, my jeans were so beat up I cut them into shorts, I’m wearing an old hole filled white tank top— none of this,” I took a beat to gesture to myself one again. “Would give you the material needed to jerk off to.”

“Your shirt is absolutely soaked from the swim you took earlier, I can see your nipples.”

….

I looked down and groaned. “Elliot!”

“They’re very sexy nipples.”

And I could die.

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aviradasa · 3 months

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So I was scrolling on Pinterist and saw this fan art of elliott from sdv and when I looked at it a bit closer I noticed something

He kinda looks like prince Adam from beauty and the beast

Like look at this fan art

Then look at adam

ARE YOU GONNA LOOK AT ME AND SAY I’M WRONG?

Anyways new fanfic idea will be writing something about one of these two in the future but I had to get this off my mind 😭

Ttyl my little goblins 🖤🖤

#sdv fanart #sdv elliott #stardew valley #stardew fanart #Elliott x reader #maybe #prince adam #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beats 2017 #prince adam x reader #maybe?#disney #concerned ape

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bakuliwrites · 7 months

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Video Game Fanfiction Table of Contents

Disclaimer: 18+, Minors DNI!!!!!!

Baldur's Gate 3

Just to Be Held (M): Astarion x Tav, His shoulders slump as he releases a heavy sigh. He’s been worn down by your patience, worn down by years of keeping everything to himself. Here you are, offering up companionship without any expectation. Here you are, sitting in front of him, telling him that you actually, for some gods’ forsaken reason, like spending time with him and you’re not expecting any sort of compensation from him. So why is he trying so desperately to push you away? Astarion and Tav share a quiet, peaceful moment together along their journey. Astarion learns that he is valued and loved. Tumblr, AO3

The Elder Scrolls

Devotion (18+): Cicero x Listener, He worships her, every piece of her. All of his Listener must be worshipped, as ordained. Cicero, sweet Cicero, eager to please. Eager to serve. His lips on hers, his hands roving, searching, exploring. Venerating. He dies inside her, and it is glorious. He would die a thousand times in her, as many times as she wanted. Immolating in her light over and over and over again. Cicero is unsure of this new Listener, but his feelings are muddled and confusing. What will happen when the Listener is forced to choose to take or spare his life? Tumblr, AO3.

Legend of Zelda

Ebb and Flow (18+): Prince Sidon x Reader, “I will not accept that all we’re meant to be are star-crossed lovers,” Sidon states passionately, his tone filled with a steady resolve, “I cannot accept it. Was it not here that I pledged myself to you? And you to me? Was it not here that we promised our hearts to one another? Aren’t we more than just crossing tides?” Sidon is given earth shattering news. His duty as a Zora Prince outweighs all else. But how can he accept that when his love for you is so deep? Tumblr, AO3.

Stardew Valley

Love Letters (18+): Elliott x Reader, 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. Tumblr, AO3.

Dark Souls

Lunar Halo (18+): Gwyndolin x OC, Gods do not require witnesses. So in the sanctity of the Holy Church of Anor Londo, Gwyndolin weds a mortal woman, a marriage that takes place with sightless statues and eyeless stained glass figures for guests. Veiled by cloth woven of moonlight, Gwyndolin guides his Beloved Star to the altar. Her robes are redolent of the night that enshrouds the earth, glimmering diamonds and sweeping swathes of indigo pooling around her feet as she glides up the aisle. Iridescent moonstone enamels her hand and with the promise of fealty, of love for eternity, the Dark Sun is wed. And a mortal has been anointed his wife. A tale of how the Dark Sun came to love a woman born of the Dark Soul. AO3

Fire Emblem

Restless (18+): Xander x F!Reader, As leader of the combined Hoshidan and Nohrian armies, you find yourself growing restless one night, plagued with troubling thoughts. You decide some fresh air and quiet reflection under the stars might do you some good; but, you run into Xander, also lost in thought, and decide to spend some time together. AO3

Slip Away (18+): Xander x Gender-Neutral Reader, Xander finds himself unable to unwind at his birthday party, until a certain someone whisks him away. Tumblr, AO3

To Walk a Path of Light (M): Jeritza von Hrym x GN!Byleth, Jeritza’s desire for Byleth was sparked long before the goddess had even conceived of either of their forms. Their fates have always been intertwined... Long after the war has ended, Jeritza seeks out a familiar face, while the Death Knight seeks a battle. Tumblr, AO3

Gentle (18+): Jeritza Von Hrym x OC, "She is soft. And in her softness, she dissolves whatever sharpness, whatever edge I have. In perfumed sheets and gilded sunlight, I am, for a moment, vulnerable. My gentility clambers out from where it's been buried deep for so many years. The Death Knight dies in her embrace, and from him blooms a new creature." Jeritza finds himself drawn to one of Garreg Mach's newest professors. Tumblr: Chapter 1, AO3

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scp230kinnie · 1 year

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pls do music tastes for stardew valley bachelors🙏🙏

- someone you definitely don't know

Before we begin I want everyone to know I did see the requests for other fics/hcs and I’m working on them but it has been a little hard cuz of exams 😭 will have them finished as soon is I can

I love shartstew valley omg 😻😻

I definitely don’t know you or anything 😻💪

May I introduce to you all

STARDEW VALLEY BACHELORS MUSIC TASTE HEADCANONS

Characters: Alex, Elliott, Harvey, Sam, Sebastian, Shane

Warnings: cringe

Alex

Modern music

Not Harry styles or anything I think he would hate him

He probably listens to imagine dragons and rap music

He secretly listens to country music

His favorite songs are believer by imagine dragons and high hopes by panic! At the disco

He probably listens to pierce the veil secretly tbh

Emo music is his guilty pleasure

He listens to Eminem while he works out

He also probably doesn’t listen to music very often

Elliott

So obvious but classical music

Like if it has piano or violin he loves it

He also listens to opera

Like he won’t watch it but he likes hearing the voices

He has his music going when he’s writing or he’ll have it playing quietly while he does stuff in his shack

His guilty pleasure is EDM music

He swears he hates it and insists he’s a man of culture

But he does listen to EDM

Not very often tho

Harvey

I like to think he doesn’t really listen to music that often

But if he were to I think he would like smooth jazz

He has it playing quietly in his little hospital sometimes along with the elevator music that’s probably playing

He also listens to 80s rock music

Not very often tho

Usually just when combing his moustache or reading

Not really music but he also likes to listen to ocean noises

Usually only when he REALLY can’t sleep

Which isn’t very often

Sam

Rock music

Of course

He also probably listens to whatever music his own band makes

His favorite artists/bands are måneskin, Paramore, Ozzy Osbourne, and Metallica

He also listens to ABBA

His all time favorite song is dancing queen

He secretly listens to KPOP

Specifically the girl groups

But he totally fanboys over Felix from SKZ

Same

It’s not really a secret because I can guarantee Sebastian knows

He also tries singing along but he doesn’t know Korean so he just says gibberish and hopes it’s close

He also likes listening to whatever openings are from his favorite shows lol

Sebastian

My one true love

Listens to emo music duh

Jk he likes metal, rock, and nu metal

His favorite bands are being me the horizon, Pierce the veil, motionless in white, evanescence, and asking Alexandria

His favorite Song is dark passenger by motionless in white

He is not open to new music

He’s the typa guy to go “come on turn on something good instead of this trash” when you’re listening to anything that’s not within his music taste

He insists his music taste is better than everyone else’s

He doesn’t say it out loud, but when he sees someone in public wearing merch from one of the bands he likes, he really wants to ask them to name 3 songs

I still love him tbh

Late night K-POP karaoke with Sam

Shane

He listens to SoundCloud rappers

He doesn’t make any but he kinda wants to

His favorite band is Green day

His favorite song is Superman by Eminem

I feel like he would put in headphones on the way to work every morning and listen to music

Aside from that I don’t really feel like he listens to music that often

His guilty pleasure is country music

Claims it’s the worst thing he ever heard but secretly shazams any songs

Probably sits in silence with his own thoughts most of the time

Okay that’s it lmk if y’all want the bachelorettes lololol

I hope you enjoy person i definitely don’t know

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Hate Fucking (SDV Yandere!Elliott x Mean!Reader) ; MDNI

Minors, do not interact!!!

Content warnings: Obsessive/yucky/stalkerish behavior, love confessions, a tiny bit of first time fetishization, hate fucking (obviously), mean reader humiliating Elliott lol

From the minute you arrived in Pelican Town, Elliott was a nuisance. You weren't sure why the simple fact of his existence enraged you so much, but damn, you couldn't stand the fucker. Maybe it was the way he introduced himself.

"Why, hello! You must be the new farmer with whom everyone has been so anxious to become acquainted! I'm Elliott. Charmed," and he even lifted your hand to his stupid, soft lips and kissed your knuckles.

Maybe it was the way he dressed.

He donned a fabulous crimson velvet coat over a ridiculous white shirt with outrageous poofy frill on the collar and sleeves. What are you, a fucking pirate?

Maybe it was the way he always seemed to be lurking in the background, offering to walk you home after dark, as though there was anything in this town more creepy and pretentious than him.

It was after you had come out of the mines, late one night, when he'd been particularly insufferable.

"Darling, it's so dreadfully dark out. Please, allow me to walk you back home." He was practically begging.

With an annoyed grunt, you tried to shoulder your way past him, but evidently, he was having none of that. He gently caught your wrist and smiled kindly down at you. You gaped down at his fingers over your pulse, stunned by his audacity.

"Love, what's your rush?" he gently chided.

With a flare of your nostrils, you retorted, "I have big plans. I gotta get home so I can smoke a fat blunt, eat a mountain of cheese, and watch WWE until I pass the fuck out on top of my vibrator."

That shut him up. Elliott's eyes went wide as he froze with a mortified blush. You shoved past him as he was stupefied.

Unfortunately, much as you had tried to deter him from continuing to pursue you, your words seemed to have the opposite effect. The next morning, you were highly displeased to find a particularly disgusting love letter in your mailbox.

My love,

Everything you do simply captivates me. I adore every scowl you grace me with. I cannot help but to steal longing glances every time you are so tantalizingly within my reach. You truly take my breath away with your stunning radiance. I want nothing more than to worship every inch of you with my lips, greedily inhale your titillating aroma, make you feel even just half of what you make me feel. If I were to die whilst beholding your beauty, I would be a lucky man indeed.

Forever yours,

Your secret admirer

You shuddered and tore the letter into pieces, letting it fuck off in the breeze. "Secret admirer," my ass. It was blaringly obvious who the culprit was. There was no one else in town who you could imagine using the word "titillating" besides fucking Elliott.

Watching you from just beyond your property line, Elliott's heart shattered with the letter you destroyed. He'd lost so much sleep last night before he'd frustratedly turned on the light and scribbled his thoughts down onto paper. Deciding his heartfelt words were worthy to be read by you, he'd carefully copied it onto his highest-quality stationery, put it into his fanciest envelope, and adorned the envelope with your name in his best calligraphy. He'd even sealed it in rose red wax and hand-delivered it to your mailbox in the middle of the night.

Elliott set his jaw, determined to get it right the next time and make you his. Well, he thought, I'm nothing if not dedicated.

That very night, Elliott had to relieve his pent-up frustrations, both sexual and emotional. You'd been on his mind for the whole day. He'd tried to get some work done on his novel, but the well of inspiration for anything apart from you had run dry. Sweat already on his brow from hours of unsettled tension, Elliott tied his hair back in a low ponytail.

Unsurprisingly, Elliott had a whole ritual for when he spent time being intimate with himself. He'd dim the lights, light candles, and spray a mist of his favorite fragrance (the perfume he'd shamelessly pilfered from inside your cottage...).

Elliott slowly disrobed, like he was flirting with himself. He pumped a squirt of pomegranate-scented lubricant into his palm, hissing softly at how it was unpleasantly cold. No matter, he imagined, I've got my darling with me to warm me right up. He glanced at his right hand somewhat regretfully, but he found that he was easily able to conjure your image.

As he slowly teased his hand from the blushing head of his cock down to the base, leaving a slick trail of the lubricant in his hand's wake, he let his imagination run wild with depraved fantasies.

They shook this hand when I first met them, he thought to himself, getting goosebumps from the memory combined with the sensation of stroking his shaft. Then I held their hand and kissed it... He was getting lost in his fantasies.

Unable to help himself, and unashamed since he lived alone on the beach, Elliott indulged himself by muttering some of his obscene fantasies out loud.

"You... you'll take me in your pretty mouth, yeah?" he whispered to his empty cabin, still stroking himself slowly, but now allowing himself to hold his cock a bit more firmly. The mental image of his cock perched on your tongue sent a shiver down his spine and a twitch to his dick.

"Let me show you just how much I love you..." muttered Elliott as he squeezed gently around his tip a couple of times. "I'll give you all of me... all of me..." He sighed out your name, starting to impatiently pick up the pace of his hand working gingerly over his shaft. If he could have managed to stop confessing his love to the thin air and breathing so laboriously, he'd have been able to hear the faint slick sounds of his lubed-up hand rubbing along his cock. He knew he'd imagine it being the sound of your cunt, instead.

An excited shudder ran through him at the thought of you finally stripping for him, and you'd know he was in the room, this time. He'd treat you right, of course. He vaguely wondered if he'd be your first, and that idea caused in involuntary buck of his hips. First and only, he feverishly thought to himself as he fucked up into his fist so hard that his bed was squeaking rhythmically against the floorboards.

He could feel his climax approaching rapidly, and a chant of your name came out with every breath until he pushed himself over the edge with a low whine. His sticky seed shot onto his hand, his stomach, and his thighs, but he was unbothered. As he basked in the pleasant glow of his orgasm, gradually coming down from his high, inspiration struck.

After quickly wiping himself off, he went and sat down at his writing desk, without even taking the time to get dressed. He took the fountain pen in his hand and furiously scribbled out his thoughts.

My love,

My heart, my body, and my whole being ache whenever I have to be apart from you. It's maddening in a distinctly pleasurable way, the way my mind obsesses over you. If this is illness, I don't want to be well. There's never a moment I don't think of you, and I'm positive the Earth would swallow me if I saw you with another. That is why I must cordially ask for your hand in the upcoming Flower Dance. You'll know it's me, my dove, when I ask for this dance at the event with the offering of a single red rose. Until then.

Your faithful admirer

The next morning, when you opened your mailbox to see this letter, you said out loud, "You've got to be fucking kidding me," and dumped the letter into your shipping bin.

Maybe the high-quality paper was at least worth 1 g.

Elliott's heart sank even lower when he saw this. Somehow, this stung worse than having his heartfelt letter ripped to shreds.

Come the morning of the dance, Elliott was a nervous wreck. He spent so much time making sure everything was perfect--his hair, his cologne, his outfit--that he was nearly late to the event. Fortunately, he arrived before you did, prepared with his single red rose and memorized speech.

His heart raced when he saw you make your entrance. You were wearing a simple, tasteful dress, and an innocent daisy in your hair, which complimented your beauty quite well, he thought. He cleared his throat, smoothed his blue jumpsuit, and worked up the nerve to go ask you to dance.

You frowned and groaned as you saw Elliott making a beeline for you. Sighing wearily, you grabbed a tall glass of water.

Elliott paused before you, taking a deep breath. Damn, I can't believe how just the sight of them gets me erect... Well, no choice but to proceed.

He began, "My dove--"

And he was swiftly cut off by feeling a shock of cold splashed over his crotch. Elliott gasped and looked down to see you dribbling the last of your cold glass of water over his front.

"You seemed like you needed to cool the fuck down," was all you said to him.

If his arousal wasn't obvious before, there was certainly no hiding it now. The cold wet patch over his crotch outlined his hard, but quickly wilting cock, leaving nothing to the imagination. In front of the whole town.

Suffice to say, in his opinion, the dance was awful. Not even his friend Leah would dance with him platonically. It was horribly embarrassing.

Suffice to say, in your opinion, the dance went better than expected. Elliott left you the hell alone, was humiliated, and you even got to dance with Shane.

And yet, even after all that, the pathetic son of a bitch still didn't give up.

If anything, he was trying harder than ever. Every single morning brought a new accursed letter. Every single night, Elliott was still insisting on walking you home or giving you his coat, even though it was nearly summer.

By the time the summer luau festival rolled around, you were fed up with his bullshit. You'd formed a plan in mind to get him to fuck off. Best case scenario, he'd leave you alone from then on. Worst case scenario... he'd just be left wanting more what what he couldn't have anymore.

Wearing your most revealing clothes and stoic expression, you confidently strutted your way onto the beach. Of course, Elliott took notice of your presence (and your outfit) immediately, which was to be expected.

What he didn't expect, however, was the way you boldly marched right up to him. He towered over you, but something about the energy of your glare made him almost want to shrink back. Almost.

"My darling, you look--"

"Shut your fucking mouth and take me inside your house."

Elliott was confused, thrilled, apprehensive, and cautiously optimistic. Shaking his head to quickly recover from the barrage of unexpected emotions, he delicately took your hand and led you into his cabin.

"Welcome to my humble--"

"Crusty outhouse," you cut him off again.

He looked at you, feeling an even larger stab of confusion. Inviting yourself further past the threshold, you kicked off your shoes and plopped down right onto his bed, and you started to explain yourself.

"I'm going to fuck you once so you quit bothering me."

A jolt of adrenaline shot out from his heart all the way down his toes. He was almost certain that this must be a dream, or that he'd lost his mind completely.

But as if to confirm the reality of your offer, you took off your shirt and unceremoniously dropped it to the floor. He had to pinch himself.

Lips quivering and unable to take his eyes off of your chest, Elliott simply whispered, "Why...?"

"Are you stupid?" you shot back, and he was taken aback by your harsh words and tone.

He was certainly frozen to his spot on the floor like an idiot. After a few more wasted seconds of staring, Elliott finally found his voice.

"My dear, let me run us a hot bath..." It would be exactly the way he'd imagined, taking his time with you, savoring you, worshipping you...

"Take your fucking clothes off," you coldly demanded.

...Okay, this was not quite like what he'd imagined.

When he stood there stupidly for another moment, you added, "You'd better fucking gratefully accept anything I offer you."

He definitely couldn't argue with that sentiment. He numbly removed his coat and unbuttoned his shirt, irritatingly taking his time about it. You quickly removed the rest of your clothes. Elliott unbuttoned his pants and took them off, still staring at your voluptuous form waiting enticingly on his bed.

"Allow me to show you... how much I love you," he tried.

"Yeah, save it," you said with a dismissive wave of your hand. "Every time you talk, it takes twenty-four hours off my lifespan. You strike me as the type of flouncy maniac who doesn't know any pickup lines that don't start with the words, 'Roses are red.'"

Elliott's cheeks turned a deep red. Humiliation was a nice shade on him, so you continued.

"Every love letter you wrote me activated my gag reflex in their own unique, horrifying way."

He was shocked, offended, flustered, and embarrassed. More than anything, he was surprised that your bullying was going straight to his cock.

With a melodramatic sigh, you lamented, "I can't believe I'm actually doing this... I would really rather assfuck a juggalo in a portapotty than be doing any of this shit with you."

Elliott's hands shook a little bit, and he said, "That's... hardly becoming of a beautiful young lady such as yourself--"

"Don't talk at all for the next twenty minutes, or my foot will be coming up your shitbox," you interrupted him yet again.

Elliott nodded stupidly, keeping his mouth shut. Even though he had his underwear remaining, he still felt more vulnerable than you acted, even with you being fully nude.

You tilted your head, as if in thought, then finally beckoned him. "Maybe your mouth would be good for something after all."

Biting his lip and with bated breath, Elliott followed your invitation and laid down on the bed on his tummy, with his face barely hovering above your cunt. He never imagined that you'd be the one to take charge, but he searched your eyes for a command. The tension in his body was positively electrifying.

"On your back," you commanded him with a stony face.

He didn't have to be told twice. He flipped onto his back, his hair sprawling out in every which way as he watched you with curiosity and excitement. You looked scrutinizingly down at the obvious tent poking through his boxers. You gave it a careless slap back and forth a couple of times, and Elliott was already gasping.

Leering down at him, you shuffled on your knees right up to his face.

"Look at you drooling, you fucking moron," you continued berating him mercilessly, and he was so fucking in love.

He was grateful that you granted him the kindness of gathering up all of his hair before you placed your knees on either side of his face, hovering your glistening cunt right above his mouth. With a dark blush dusting across his cheeks, he stared at the sight of it, looking absolutely ravenous.

"Go ahead," you gave your blessing as you lowered your slick cunt to his lips. "Recite your shitty poetry into my pussy."

Elliott's tongue darted excitedly out and his arms hooked immediately around your thighs. He couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure as he got a taste of you for the first time, the sensation of your cunt lips on his tongue effortlessly coaxing thick drops of precum out of him to stain his underwear. In a greedy effort to taste everything your juicy cunt could offer, he flattened his tongue against your slit and lapped it up sloppily. He swirled his tongue around your opening, and it got him so excited that his hips were needily bucking up into nothing.

You were giving him frustratingly little reactions to work with, so he focused his efforts on just lightly but consistently ghosting his tongue over your clit. That got a sharp inhale from you, and even just that small response made his ego swell nearly as much as his cock. He pulled your hips down closer to him and doubled his efforts.

"Mm, that's right, Emily fucking Bronte. Tell me what Heathcliff is up to," you cooed out in praise, making him shudder and whimper. Somehow you knew exactly what to say to him to make him throb even more.

As he sloppily made out with your cunt, you let out a shaky breath. He was positive you were trying to hold back your reactions from him out of spite, so he was further encouraged to keep up the same pace and pressure. Yoba, he needed to make you cum for him.

At last, with a gentle tug on his hair, a needy buck of your hips onto his tongue, and a whine that escaped your throat despite yourself, you came on his lips. The noise you let out was such a turn on for him that he had to concentrate his efforts onto not cumming on the spot. Trying to keep quiet, you slowly let go of his luscious locks of red gold hair and toppled off of his face, laying down next to him.

Elliott gazed at you with a mixture of adoration and desperation. You hated to admit it, but he was almost somewhat attractive when he pouted like that.

Out of breath still, you ushered him on top. "Come on, before I change my mind."

He didn't have to be told twice. One moment, he was flinging his underpants to the side of the bed, and the next, he was on top of you, looking down lovingly at you panting beneath him. He paused for a moment just to admire the sight.

"Hurry up, jackass."

Elliott nodded and pushed just his cock head past the threshold of your hole, and it took all of his restraint not to eagerly shove himself all the way in like some brute. His heart melted at the way your cunt fluttered around him, as if excited to take him in.

He gasped as he slowly pushed himself all the way inside, and by the time he bottomed out, he knew he was done for.

"I'm no... not going to last v-very long..." he panted.

"Not my fucking problem," you grunted back.

And he was right. The way he glided in and out of you so easily while your cunt also squeezed him so nicely was his undoing. He only got a few decent strokes in before he was spilling his load into you with a pathetic, fucked-out whimper.

You growled a bit and graciously allowed him to stay inside for a few more moments as he slowly came down from his high. Then he was forced to face reality again as you all but shoved him off, quickly getting dressed again with that scowl he'd grown so fond of.

Still slightly out of breath, he gazed at you longingly. "Will we do this again...?"

"Not a chance," you spat, and walked back out to the luau, leaving his head spinning.

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I'll always be here for you

Yandere Elliott x Reader

Elliott sat and watched them as they fished by the pond, he knew better than to watch them like this when they weren't even together, but the only thing running through his head at the moment was the farmer looking at him and then the next thing they'd know is that they would be kissing passionately, and Elliott would pick the farmer up under their legs and they would jump into his arms and (y/n) would moan and then Elliott's hand would-

"Elliott?" A sweet voice calls to him.

Elliott snapped from his daydream, his face turning red, he turned to the farmer who had something in their hand.

A bottle of wine, they couldn't have fished that from the water, Elliott wondered where they could've found it.

"This for me?" He asked, the farmer nodded "Marvelous." Elliott said.

"(Y/n)" a familiar voice called, Elliott and the farmer turned and saw Shane, he held back a grimace.

(Y/n) waved at their friend and Shane smiled with a blush, Elliott felt the ugly feeling grow quickly.

"I forgot to tell you," (y/n) said happily,

"Shane asked me out on a date."

Elliott froze for a moment before growing a smile.

"A date?" He said "How wonderful! When is it?"

"Tonight!" (Y/n) said, they looked at their watch and gasped.

"I have to go get ready, I better tell him I might be late."

"Don't worry about it!" Elliott said, "Go get ready, I'll tell him."

(Y/n) gave him a hug thanking him before running off in the direction of their farm.

Elliot smiled as he watched them walk away.

"Don't worry my love," Elliott said, "I'll stop you from making the worst mistake of your life."

Elliott walked over to Shane.

"Hello Shane." Elliott said gleefully, "(Y/n) wanted me to let you know that they're going to be late for your date tonight but not to worry, I'm sure it'll be quick."

"Oh." Shane said, "Well if it'll be quick I should probably meet them at the Saloon."

"You're absolutely right." Elliott said, "I'll go with you, I could use a drink."

So the two men went to the Saloon, Elliott insisting that they toast to the date so that there'd be good luck in the relationship.

Gus slid Elliott two beers on the bar, Elliott thanked the man, and went to the table closest to the window, the sun's fading days coming through the window.

Shane looked outside impatiently, Elliott set the beers down, hovering his hands over them both for a moment looking worried, he then sat down and slid Shane his beer.

"What if they don't come?" Shane said nervously.

Elliot looked at him confused.

"My dear friend, they have no reason not to come, I think it's just your nerves getting to you."

"You think so?" Shane asked,

Elliott took a swig of his beer, "Of course, take a sip Shane, you're giving me anxiety just by watching you."

Shane gave Elliott a half smile, and took a drink.

Fifteen minutes later, (y/n) walked into the Saloon, cleaned and wearing their best clothes for the date.

"Shane I believe you've had too much," a familiar voice said, (y/n) turned towards the window table and saw Shane looking completely plastered and Elliott beside him looking worried, three empty glasses of beer on the table.

Elliott looked up at them and gave them a heartbroken expression.

"(Y/n)!" Shane called out, "You look so pretty right now," Shane made a move to get up, Elliott went to help him but was shaken off.

"Come and give us a kiss lovey, I'm so…so lucky to be with you."

(Y/n) closed their eyes tightly, and took a step back when they opened them their eyes were full of tears.

"Go home Shane." (Y/n) said, then they left.

Elliott chased after them "(Y/n) wait!"

Elliott caught up with the farmer who was wiping away tears and walking towards their home.

"It's not his fault." Elliott said, "He was nervous so I got him a drink and then I went to the bathroom and there were two more down the hatch, I-I should've been watching him please don't-"

(Y/n) turned their heel and glared at him:

"It is his fault Elliott! He's a grown ass man who knows his limits and he chose to get drunk!"

(Y/n) let out a shivering sob and Elliott carefully put an arm out and pulled them to his chest, the farmer sobbing into his chest. Elliott smiled to himself, they looked so beautiful, even more so with the tears crawling down their face.

"Come on." Elliott said, let's get you home."

By the two got to the Farmers home the sun had gone down and the farmer had stopped crying.

"Thank you Elliott," (y/n) said softly once they reached their doorstep, the farmers eyes shining in the moonlight, they started at Elliott a little sheepishly at first, in turn the writer gave them a small smile.

"Of course (y/n), you know I'll always be here for you."

(Y/n) looked away blushing.

Elliott, took their left hand and brought it to his lips kissing the ring and middle finger.

"Goodnight (y/n)." He said before leaving.

"That's it?" (Y/n) said after Elliott walked a few feet away, Elliott turned around and looked confused.

"You take me away from some God awful date, take me home and then just leave?"

"What would you have me do (y/n)?" Elliott asked. "I'm a gentleman, I'm not going to take advantage of you in this state."

"What state?" (Y/n) asked a little angry.

"Upset, broken hearted even."

"I am not broken-hearted!" (Y/n) argued

"So you're saying you're not trying to ignore what happened tonight?"

"That's right!"

"So if I come over there and kiss you, you won't regret it in the morning?"

(Y/n)s face turned red, Elliott didn't wait for an answer, he walked a little closer and said:

"I will always be here for you (y/n), no matter what, not because I want something from you but because you're my best friend in the whole world and I want you to be happy."

(Y/n) looked away from him, tears filling their eyes again.

"Get some rest darling." Elliott said, placing a kiss on their forehead before walking away, once he was far enough away he looked back and saw the farmer cradling the hand he kissed close to their heart as they walked around the crops, Elliott smiled to himself and walked away.

When Elliott got home only then did he allow himself to laugh, it was far too easy! A few sprinkles of powder and Shane was drinking like a mad man! He even took Elliott's drink from him and everyone at the tavern did see him try and stop Shane but he wouldn't have it!

Elliott landed on his bed looking up at the ceiling and sighed, he meant what he said to (y/n), he would always be there for them, to help them, to stop them from making poor choices, and of course to make sure that they're happy and they will be, the two of them will be happy together, very, very soon.

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