#Stardew Valley Elliot

[agentbobr]

i feel like elliot is the type to not get over a breakup for MONTHS. my guy got broken up with march and will still be sad in june.

[lurvly-malice]

Credits : 04513114 (on Pinterest)

[ra-bies]

One of my biggest issues with most x reader fanfics is the fact that the reader is always displayed as more of a mother and not a partner. Not just fem readers but gender neutral readers too, the reader character always feels so bland. (Idk abt masc readers lol) No matter the personality of the character, most writers just default to “motherly figure who is also your partner.” I get that relationships have to have support (and that the fics have to be inclusive to everyone who is reading) but I feel that there are better ways to show that. Idk is that just me?

[sofiaruelle]

a lil doodle compilation of the SDV Bachelors i’ve done through the year.

Shane, Harvey, Elliot

Sam, Sebastian, Alex

✨check out the Bachelorettes here!✨

[justleeleethings]

Please look at this very stupid video I made about my pixel husband thank you 🤣

[kyettax]

i love Elliott, you can tell.

[elliotts-pocket-crab]

nsfw elliott headcannon: he goes feral for farmer in a sundress. This is why in the 1.6 update he suggests a “rendezvous” in the cabin while the luau is going on. Him seeing farmer out of work clothes and in a sundress having a good time is a rare sight. She’s always so busy. Something about that sundress makes him wanna whisk her away.

[biyaiyko]

I GRADUATED YALL 🎓✨ ya boy is officially unemployed

Next thing I'm gonna do is try to make more art before I get obliterated to the void.

[simpingforstardew]

i will come back

pairing: sdv elliot x reader

synopsis: elliot comes back from his book tour one week early, and it's safe to say you've missed each other... a lot ♡

warnings: 18+ smut (minors dni). body worship / praise kink, pwp, reader is described as having a vagina, oral sex (reader receiving); penetrative sex. no protection / contraceptive described. not proof-read !!

word count: 1.4k

Elliot has been on a book tour for more than a season now. Although you are proud of your husband, his absence has made time stand still. It feels like the valley is holding its breath, waiting for his return.

Loneliness permeates every corner of your home. Without a partner holding you together after long days on the farm, you feel yourself falling apart. You wear nothing but a white cotton t-shirt of his, hugging you loosely— not as tight as he would, but the aquatic scent that lingers on the garment is a soothing comfort.

Your fingers trace the pages of his latest masterpiece. The words etched upon them testify to his literary brilliance and the romanticism that consumes him.

As enthralling as Elliot’s writing is, it's not the same as your husband being with you.

You miss him.

You miss holding him in your arms; laughing with him about some meaningless inside joke; kissing his soft lips to shut him up.

Just as swiftly as a whisper in the wind, the front door swings open; Elliot appears in the doorway, framed by the fading light of dusk.

“My love, I’m home—”

You rush into his arms before he can finish his sentence, dropping the novel on the floor as you hold Elliot tightly as if afraid he might disappear once more.

“But you… you said you wouldn’t be home until next week?” you whisper, looking up at him through misty eyes.

“The tour ended earlier than you expected, your love,” Elliot squeezes you just as tight, nuzzling into your neck. “I didn’t want to waste a moment longer being away from you.”

With a gentle touch, you place both your hands on the sides of his face, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Did you miss me?" you already know the answer, but need to hear him say it.

Elliot nods, and you can tell he wants to kiss you— the way he keeps trying to bring his lips to yours; the way his eyes flicker to your lips as you speak.

“Say it,” you whisper, resisting the urge to kiss your lover for just a second longer. He can’t fight off a smile at your request; still, as always, Elliot obliges.

“As much as the sun misses the flowers in winter, dear. I adore you,” he trails kisses down your throat to punctuate his praise, “Like nobody has ever loved anyone before. I worship you and I am yours entirely and completely, my muse.”

You feel his hands in your hair, gently pulling your head back as he continues to murmur in incessant worship, his tone soft and intimate.

Desire spills down your spine as you arch against him and realise he’s hard, pressing himself into the juncture of your thigh. You bite your lip and reach out, burying your hands in his long auburn hair— it's just as soft as you remember. Elliot leans into your touch.

As his eyes flutter closed he presses his forehead against yours while his hands dance along the curve of your waist, fingertips tracing a path along your spine.

His fingertips always ignited goosebumps in their wake.

With his hands closed over your wrists, he glides his lips against yours, laying a feather-like touch along your sides, your ribs, and up your arms.

Elliot groans, the sound tinged with an inhuman growl, as his cold hand closes over your wrist. As he pins you to the front door to close it, you’re certain you’ve never been so aroused in your life. You whine, tugging at the grip he has on your wrists as his free hand slides under your shirt, icy fingers splayed wide on your stomach, and you instinctively arch back as Elliot’s slender fingers begin to dance mindlessly across your chest.

“Now it’s your turn to tell me something,” He whispers against your neck, his breath ragged and warm. “Tell me you want to fuck me.”

“Please.” The whimper that escapes your lips is desperate— you both have been for months. As you nibble against his lips he grins savagely into your mouth, your hands fumbling at his belt to wrap a hand around his shaft; Elliot gasps at the coolness of your touch as you draw your thumb over his tip.

You barely have time to protest as he pulls back, hooking his fingers into the collar of your shirt and tearing it apart like a page from a book. The t-shirt falls to the ground, exposing you to the chill of your farmhouse.

Elliot leans back to take in every inch of you, and you shiver under his gaze. He kneels before you, trailing light kisses down your sternum before pausing to look up at you, evergreen eyes gleaming.

“You’re fucking divine, my love.” His praise makes you squirm, a morphine-sweet tug that leaves you breathless. His soft kisses on your thigh cause you to buck your hips, as he whispers sweet nothings so quietly you’re almost convinced the words are unintentional.

“How I have missed this… Missed you,” Elliot's kisses wander further up your thighs, “So perfect for me, always so gorgeous... You look divine. Every inch of you looks like poetry in motion,” he continues, massaging your shaking thighs. “I’ve missed touching you like this— your warmth; your gorgeous sound; your perfect taste…”

Before you could beg for more, or hide away from the attention, you feel Elliot’s soft lips kiss your aching clit. You stood pressed against your oak door, kept there by Elliot’s hands possessively squeezing your hips.

“I want you to tell me when you feel like you’re going to come,” he says.

“Okay,” you say, your voice small as you shake with anticipation.

Elliot’s tongue laps up your wetness; his moans vibrate through your core. You feel his hands reach around to grab your ass, pulling you closer to his mouth. Elliot’s tongue urges you closer to orgasm as his fingers stroke over your folds; slowly pushing into you— just an inch at first, and then working deeper in smooth, blissful plunges. He adds a second finger and the sense of fullness is exquisite; Elliot’s thumb massages your sensitive clit in firm, delicious circles.

“Elliot, I— Please . . . I can’t— I-I’m gonna come," you moan, the words rushing out in broken gasps.

Just as suddenly, Elliot’s mouth freezes, leaving you trembling as you perch on the brink of release. He withdrew his touch; you whine at the loss.

“Already, pet?” Elliot smirks, placing another kiss on your sensitive heat before rising from his knees. “Well if you are, it should be on my cock, don’t you think?”

The question was entirely hypothetical, you realize, as Elliot picks you up. Shuddering with anticipation, you wrap your legs around him before he sets you down gently. As you sink into the soft plush of your bed, you wrap your arms around Elliot's neck, pulling him into a frenzied kiss.

“I need you, darling” he says hoarsely, eyes blown wide with lust, “I need you now.”

You reach down, freeing Elliot's erection and positioning his shaft towards your opening. It is almost dizzying to hear Elliot's slow, seductive moan as he enters you.

Ever the romantic, he had intended to take it slow, but after gazing into your eyes, seeing how they roll back in utter bliss, he can't resist slipping inside.

“Don’t stop,” you moan. “Please.”

“N-never… Oh, my—” he groans, his composure faltering.

As you move together, you grasp his shoulders and hold on tightly, feeling waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Elliot,” you whine, your body responding to his with increasing urgency. You feel like you're losing control, being carried away by the intensity of the moment; far sooner than you would have liked, with a moan that echoes through the house, you burst into ecstasy.

As he collapses on top of you, he holds you close. His lips brush against your temple as he whispers, "Lie down with me."

You comply, quickly burrowing under the duvet. As you drift off to sleep, you feel a sense of peace for the first time in over a season.

Unbeknownst to you, Elliot remains awake, gently stroking your hair as he watches over you. The last thing you hear before slipping into dreams is his voice, whispering gentle praise against your skin.

[ash-sword-06]

The Bachelors and what they would do when they're angry

(Idk why I thought of this)

Elliott

I don't think Elliott would be quick to physical anger, but he also seems like the type to carry a glove just in case shit goes down

Insult his writing, annoyed and hurt but not angry

Insult his partner/ family... run

Mans is either going to outwit you or try to out last you in a competition

Sebastian

I feel like seb would alternate between one of two reactions depending on the situation.

He would either cuss someone out

Or using Abigail as an attack dog

For the most part, though, prepare to be glared at

Shane

Plain and simple

It's either a bar fight

Or Marnie dragging him away before he can get into a bar fight

Harvey

Man doesn't know how to fight for shit

He's a doctor. tf do you want from him?

He would use those "threats" that are along the lines of 'I hope you stub your toe.'

He'd probably feel bad after TBH

Sam

He would forget why his mad in like an hour or so tbh

Mess with his family he'll make your life hell

I'm talking like minor inconvenience after minor inconvenience until you get so fed up you cry

He would "accidentally" run over your foot on his skateboard

He's just petty

Alex

The only reason he's going to try not to get into a fist fight is because he'll be scolded by Evelyn

Isn't anti violence by any means, though

He used to play football, he's no stranger to tackling someone

You know he's strong af too

Respect the grandparents, and there won't be a problem

I wrote this last year and I just finished it 😅

[chaos-potat]

I thought I was funny lol

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[serendipityinkart]

Lovely artists I referenced when drawing Elliott - @loopenbumble (Tumblr), @fenfeli (Tumblr), @clarisinne (Tumblr), @azuneechan (Twitter), @sofiaruelle (Tumblr), @Arcane-gold (Tumblr), @Jayhnsl (Instagram),  @crotovane (Stardew), @oekaki-chan (Tumblr),  @retquits (Tumblr), @Rakunaito (IN PRNT), @gril_ches (Instagram).

[panickingpansexuality]

In too deep

He knows this is wrong, the way his palms start to sweat, the way his stomach turns in a knot, he knows this is wrong to watch your house so much,bro wait until the lights go off for him to sneak in and watch you sleep. He should leave, before your lights go off, before he ruins the friendship you have with him-The lights have gone off.

Elliott looks at your home and sees they've been off for some time, as if in a trance Elliott goes forward, through the trees, through the long grass, passes your sleeping animals, your fields of wheat, until he's at your door.

Elliott takes the spare key from under the matt and lets himself in, your home is so much more warmer than the cool Autumn air. The red haired writer doesn't close the door as he carefully steps into your house, going straight to your room.Your dog perks up at the noise, laying beside you on your bed but makes no other movement, Elliott brings out a treat as usual and the pooch gobbles it down happily.

Elliott smiles softly at your dog, at you, you've been pushing yourself too hard lately, rising early and nearly collapsing home every night, it breaks his heart to see you like this. You deserve so much more,.to be taken care of, he could give that to you, give you everything..His hand reaches out to gently move your hair from your face. Yes, this is the right thing to do.He could take you here, one night maybe slip something into your drink, come in and-

Horrified Elliott steps away from you.How could he think that?! How could he even think about hurting you in such a way?!His chest tightens, the weight of his desire crushing him, his breath becomes short as he backs away, nearly stumbling as if to protect you from himself. Elliott finds himself back his home, sweating from how fast he ran, he feels sick with himself.

Taking gulp of breath after gulp he moves to sit on his bed. His mind whirling with everything he did, what he thought of doing. He has to remove himself from you, he has to keep you safe, but he could keep you safe couldn't he?

Elliott continued to spiral for some time until there was a soft knock on his door, Elliott gets up from his bed, limbs a little stiff with how long he had been spiraling for and opens his door.He freezes, there you stand in your pajamas, cold from the night air, slip on shoes on and looking frightened.

"I'm sorry to bother you but..i had a horrible nightmare and wanted to check on you..looks like you haven't slept much either.

"No," Elliott croaks out, taking your hand and inviting you in, "I'm afraid it has been a rough night for me as well."Elliott closes the door behind you and leads you to his bed, he wishes his small cabin was nicer, better looking for you to even stay a moment in.

"Would you like to stay here tonight? I shall write for a few hours I'm sure so you can take the bed."

"Oh Elliott, I couldn't take your bed, if you need to sleep I'm more than happy to go back home." Ever the gracious, ever the kind, you don't know what it does to him.Elliott gives you a smile and shakes his head.

"Nonsense, let's not argue about this, we will both feel so much safer together than apart."You nod, cheeks rising with a blush, innocently you allow Elliott to lead you to his bed, and fall asleep beside him, unknowing how close to danger you truly are.

[sofiaruelle]

Happy Valentines Day!

[ara1111]

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[kyettax]

"Always my muse." 1.6 patch Elliott winter coat.

1.6 patch Stardew Valley!! Elliot looked so nice in his new outfit and since everybody was drawing (and overall making their own depictions of Elliott), here's mine!!! In all honestly, I can NOT imagine Elliott not having those really fancy-tied scarves. Seems like the man who would make that!