#stardew valley lemon

[stardewsnail]

Stardew After Dark - Elliot

✰ Stardew After Dark ✰

⋆ Snail's Directory ⋆

-> MINORS DNI

☆ Ever sexted with someone?

Yes but he sexts like an 1800s Romantic. He sends paragraphs—well written, very erotic paragraphs. He doesn’t expect the receiver to respond the same, lengthy way but he’ll be less turned on if it’s a bunch of emojis or something like that. Receiving pictures and a little flowery caption of what the other person wants, how he’s affecting them, and exactly what they’re doing in response to his words—he’s obsessed with the idea that his mere words (his writing) can get someone off.

☆ Do they watch porn? (Favorite category?) 

Elliot does watch porn—but he’s picky. He would have been really into the tumblr gif-based porn because it’s sensual and artsy y’know? Also library flasher videos, outdoor sex, that kind of thing.

☆ What non-sexy thing turns them on? 

Smoking. He can’t help it, he knows cigarettes are bad but people look so hot while smoking them. Also loves smoking the good kush, finds sharing a joint to be very intimate–the pseudo kiss of an object passed between lips–has tried the thing where you breathe smoke into another person’s mouth.

☆ What was Elliot's first experience with cock warming?

He whined as his partner shifted, reaching for her book now that she was  settled in his lap. 

“Focus, El,” she chided, her breath hot on his ear. He could hear the smirk in her voice. They sat facing each other, chests touching, her arms over his shoulders as she read. Behind her he stared at the laptop atop the tray table on the bed. Her legs were slung over his, crossed behind his back, keeping herself anchored on his cock. He tried to keep his breathing even, typing out a few words he wasn’t sure actually made sense.

He was supposed to be writing but all he could think about was the wet heat of her cunt enveloping him. Elliot didn’t think he’d ever been so hard—this was torture. But that was sort of the point, wasn’t it? To sit, consumed, on the brink of pleasure?

She chuckled at something in the book, her core tensing, squeezing for just a moment. He let out a low groan, nails digging into her lower back. He needed to finish this chapter. 

☆ Wildest sex story?

This man has participated in more than one orgy. The wildest was in a tiny bathroom they somehow managed to sneak four people into. He still doesn’t know how they all fit, let alone how everyone was able to maneuver such complete debauchery. He came out of that with someone else’s shirt on.

☆ Sexual fantasy they would most hesitate to bring up? 

He’s got a (consensual) voyeurism kink alright—he wouldn’t do this outside of a scenario. He wants to watch his partner through the window. For the partner to be totally naked in bed, completely exposed to him, and to watch them get off. With the farmer, there’s enough privacy for him to get himself off as well.

☆ Favorite sexual fantasy?

Outdoor sex, particularly while hiking. He wants to bend his partner over any available surface or get on his knees at any available opportunity.

☆ Ever improvised when they had no sex toys?

Remember, you can’t put anything up your ass that doesn’t have a flared base. 

In addition, a diy flesh light can come together with just a condom, a sponge, and an empty pringles can. 

Honestly though, I don’t feel like Elliot would ever be in a situation where he needed a toy and didn’t have one.

[yanderemommabean]

If you haven't already, I need nsfw Sebastian (SDV) headcanons.

It's been a while! let's see if I can make a nice little list!

Definitely an avid "collector" of certain items you have. Towels go missing, underwear seems to disappear and show back up at random times, and some have suspicious stains that you don't bother asking questions about.

While I see him as more of a switch, he prefers to dom. Likes to be creepy, cornering you a lot and asking very deep, inappropriate questions such as how many fingers you've used on yourself or if you play with yourself at all. Any answer only fuels his imagination, you're lucky to get away with him just promising to make those nights "less lonely"

You know, the basement is really great with sound. Hardly anyone can hear him from up there, so that means a few visits can be a bit louder than the others. Of course, that's if he hasn't tied you up and kept you down there already.

You can't get his mouth off of you. He'll happily keep his mouth occupied between your thighs, having a hellish oral fixation that can't easily be satiated. Your skin is raw, bitten and marked possessively as he lets his hands roam up and down the meat of your legs. The noises you make only push him to stay down there longer

Likes a bit of a chase. There's something so cute and thrilling seeing you try to get away when you know you're trapped, and that he can do whatever he wants with you. (not that he'd ever hurt you, but the fear in your eyes sends pleasant chills through him)

Really gross when it comes to you. Wants you to carve into his skin with his own pocket knife and mark him as yours, but everytime you tell him to go away and that you'll send Krobus on him if he doesn't stay away

Can't keep his hands to himself, loves feeling how you tremble and whimper when his fingers explore your body, especially when they're ice cold and tease your nipples. You just make the cutest, sexiest noises!

Likes to watch how toys work on you. Usually has you tied down and bare, unable to leave as he works you open and watches the toys make you fall apart. Sometimes these sessions go on so long he gets to have a smoke break or two, watching as you catch your breath and beg him to let you up while you quiver and your voice trembles. (How cute! but no, he isn't done!)

[axolotlwrites]

"Writer's Block"

SubElliot x M!Reader

Yeah, so this one took a while. Sorry to keep y'all waiting, but good things come to those who blah blah blah. It's food to be back, and I'm proud to deliver some smut.

My next piece is undecided as of now, but I'll get back to yall soon about it. Have fun.

CW: anal sex, anal penetration, unprotected sex, anal creampie, mentions of clinical visits and implied injuries, mentions of violence, and being obscenely cheesy

To tell the truth, you hadn’t read any of  Elliot’s prior, shorter works before you had actually become friends with him. It’s not that you weren’t an avid reader, nor that you weren’t particularly interested. His work was just one of those things that fell into your blindspot during the hazy, depressing Joja days. There wasn’t much time for reading when there was a “weekly” quota to meet, and you were expected to fulfill that quota in a couple of days. 

But, after moving to the farm, you suddenly had a large chunk of time on your hands. Turns out, farming is just a lot of sitting around and waiting, if you don't count the occasional bouts of fishing and cutting dangerous  monsters to ribbons (or, alternatively, getting cut to ribbons and having to stop by the clinic and get lectured by Harvey and Maru. You were fairly sure you could kill some of those stone golems with how thick your case file was after a couple years in the valley.)

However, after getting to know the man past a quick introduction on your first foray into the beach, you’d taken a gander at some of his work. Various stories in various genres; mysteries, sci-fis, a small fantasy novel that hadn’t been entirely finished… he was a storied author, but he hadn’t actually published anything yet. The genre that had stuck out to you the most, however, had been his romance novels. The man’s tendency for flowery prose and language fit well in such stories of love, heartache, and occasionally lust. 

The latter, however, wasn’t always Elliot’s strong suit in writing. Elliot was a romantic man, and physical intimacy was always a part of that, but writing actual sex scenes seemed to be a weak spot for him. He could write smut well, there was no doubt, but as his lover you always noticed how… flustered he would become. While writing his newest novel, coincidentally about a “handsome and rugged” farmer boy and an aspiring writer, he’d cooped himself up in his room several times this week, but the start of autumn had creeped up on you. You’d been too busy to notice the way his face turned red whenever he looked out of the window of his study, watching you plant new crops and tend to the animals. Too busy to notice how whenever he greeted you after your farm work, his touch lingered on your arm as you planned out the next day’s work in your head. Too busy to notice his disheveled hair and clothes whenever you knocked on his study’s door to bring him dinner.

And quite frankly? It was driving him fucking crazy. Elliot was up the fucking wall with desire, filling pages and pages full of the most illicit smut he could think of. He spent hours pouring over those pages for typos and grammatical errors, but every time he looked at the pages he thought of you. Elliot thought of your hands around his neck, your hands in his hair, forcing him to take you deeper and deeper, his back arched as you pumped deep into him from behind… but the fantasies wouldn’t cut it anymore. He needed to feel your skin on his, needed your hands around his hips and your lips lingering for more than a chaste peck. He needed to feel you whisper, sweet and breathy, into his ear as your hand stroked him to completion. He wanted everything, everything right now… but he had a semblance of restraint. He would at least ask politely before he begged you to tear him apart.

Finally, a week into the season, he got his chance. Rain had finally come, the auto-feeders were filled, and you were free. Elliot had been draped over you in his sleep, his hand across your chest as you slept on your back. He gazed upon your sleeping face, letting the pitter patter of the rain on the window soothe his mind, as it ever wandered. Eventually, the allure of the crook of your neck was too much to bear, diving in softly to feel your warmth on his lips. He had to stop himself from grinding against you as he took deep, long breaths of your scent in.

You awoke to his hand caressing your cheek, his breath heavy and warm on your neck. You moved slowly, wrapping your arms around him to pull the rest of him flush against you. If you were any more conscious, you would have felt his length pressing against your leg. You turned your head to look at him, the smile on your face coming naturally. Your voice was soft, glazed with the sleepiness that marks the recently awakened. “Good morning, Elliot.” His hair was disheveled, tangled, and thrown about, but through it all you could still see his handsome face. Framed by the soft early morning sunlight seeping through the window, you didn’t care to stop yourself from staring.

It was quiet, despite the one-sided tension. You were relaxed, gazing into your lover's eyes, but his mind was going utterly feral. You’re always amazing to him, always, but in this light? At this moment? No words could describe his utter attraction towards you. You were nothing less than the most gorgeous being on the planet, and he knew it for a fact. Said beauty stunted his response, forgetting to remove his head from your shoulder to speak. It was muffled, but you got the gist of it; something like “Good morning, my darling.” As he fell back into your neck, his hand snaked its way into yours, as warm and soft as it’d always been.

However, your body had other ideas. It had been in that bed for eight long hours, and it needed to stretch. As you did so, tensing and relaxing and spreading your body out to work out the stiffness of sleep, you felt it. You could feel it, hard against your thigh now, and you weren’t foolish enough to believe it to be anything other than Elliot’s penis. You were about to just chock it up to morning wood, until you felt his breath quicken against your shoulder, his hand grip yours tighter, and a barely stifled moan breach his lips.

Sensitive… he was always so sensitive when he was pent up. The oddities of the week started to piece together inside your head, clicking together ever so simply. You were stiff, for a moment, painfully so… similarly, his cock was STILL pressed against you as you debated and questioned in your head what to do. A conclusion came quickly, however, and with that you turned to him and brought a hand to his face. You chased his lips with a passionate fervor, wasting no time with words that you thought would just get in the way. He breaks the kiss quickly however, proving you wrong as he straddles you.

“I need you, my love. Badly.” It’s short, breathy, lacking his usual smoothness and charisma. These are words tinged with just as much lust and desire as love and passion. “I need you to fuck me, darling. I’ve needed it all week.” His hips move feverishly against yours,  a look of strained arousal on his face as he rubs himself against you. Your hands move to them, slowing his movements as you take control of the situation. He groans in protest, but you pay him no mind. After all, he’ll be feeling much better once you get those pants off of him.

Pulling off his sweatpants while he relentlessly grinds himself into you is no small task, but it’s easy compared to keeping yourself from ripping the fabric of your boxers. Truth is, this whole scenario almost had you as riled up as him, straining against your underwear while he raised his hips so you could pull his off. His shaft and balls rested heavy on your stomach, painfully hard and red, throbbing as it felt the warmth of your skin. Elliot looked down at you, his breathing heavy as he tried his best to contain himself. You were little better, your hands resting on him, one on his hips and the other on his thigh. Slowly, you slipped your hand between the both of you and pulled your cock through it’s fabric sheath, gazing into his eyes as you stroked it slowly.

“How do you want me, Elliot?” Your hand stroked his thigh, grounding him in the moment as you spoke. As he answers, he rubs his knuckles over your stomach, the other resting on his leg. “Like this, my dear. I want to look at you. I want to look into your eyes.” It's shaky, but it's said with a grin and a comforting tone. You sit up slightly, your cock resting against his ass as you look at him. He nods, and the fun starts.

You line yourself up to his hole and begin to ease yourself in, wary of how tight he is. Elliot braces himself on your shoulders as you push inside, a long groan escaping his mouth as you stop about halfway inside. You clash your lips with his as you fully push inside, muffling each other’s moans. You hold him close, lazily thrusting into his ass as you bask in his body. You keep looking up into his eyes as he looks down into yours, composure lost as he moans quietly into the air. Your hands roam his body as he shivers in your grasp, one hand resting lightly on his ass, the other gliding up his back, slowly coming to the back of his head.

Your hand rests in his hair, pulling him closer so that you could line kisses along his jaw. Elliot whined into your ear as you pumped into him, reaching the deepest parts of his body as he ground his hips into yours. He was so pretty like this. No wonder you couldn’t keep yourself from pulling his hair, giving you the perfect angle to lay kisses on his neck. He couldn’t stop himself from bucking down onto you harder when you bit his neck. You couldn’t help yourself, instincts taking over as you left your mark on his body. As you ruined him, inside and out, he moaned and cried out in pleasure, your hand still pulling his hair to get better angles to lay kisses and bites.

Elliot wasn’t going to last very long. Right then, all of his most lustful desires were being fulfilled, and he couldn’t be more satisfied. The love of his life was balls deep inside of him with no intention of pulling out, and he couldn’t be more in love. His cock was rubbing against your stomach, and he couldn’t feel closer to the edge. “My love… I’m… not going to…” If your hand hadn’t been in his hair, he would’ve collapsed into your shoulder, crying out as he peaked. He tumbled over the edge of orgasm with a loud, drawn out moan as you wrapped your hand around his cock. As you stroked him to completion, he whimpered and melted under your touch, cum splattering across your stomach in a vulgar display of love.

You, however, weren’t done. You were getting closer, every thrust becoming a monumental hurdle. He was no longer grinding against you, as exhausted as he was, so you were fucking up into him at your best pace. As you inched closer, you hesitated, whispering into his ear. “Can I… finish-” He interrupted quickly, exhaustion fading under a burst of excitement. “Inside, my dear, inside of me. I want your cum inside of me…” Your response was swift, firmly clashing lips together as you held his hips and thrusted up into him as fast as you could. You brought yourself to your climax quickly, holding him down on you as you filled his hole with a nice, thick creampie. 

You crumpled back onto the bed, Elliot falling with you as exhaustion took its toll. You were sticky, tired, and covered in cum. You were also in a state of absolute bliss, holding your lover tight in your arms as the both of you recovered. He held you just the same, whispering praises and affirmations into your ear as he tried to regain strength in his legs. It was his suggestion that the both of you get in the bath, one that you quickly agreed to. Slowly, (with slightly unsteady legs on Elliot’s part) a warm bath had been set and soaped up, bubbles overflowing onto the bathroom floor.

You laid there, in that warm bath, Elliot resting against your chest as the rest of your muscles relaxed. Holding his waist, you let your face fall into his hair. It wasn’t wet yet, but just as soft as it had always been. You held the love of your life in his arms, a smile running across your face as you thought of the next time he might have such a lustful case of writer’s block.

[vilochkaaa]

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the songs on this album and morris have the same vibe fr...

[hegoeshardasfuck]

dogs like praise too

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tags: sub Sebastian, dom reader/player, praise kink, outdoor sex, handjobs, whimpering for the win, gender neutral reader/player, no petplay

synopsis: Sebastian only figured out he wanted to be used and fucked after he married you, thankfullly 'making love' was a tenderness that didn't appeal to either of you

note: my beautiful swagless emoboy billiards player husband should get dominated and i wrote this in one hour after my friend mistook his wrench for handcuffs in the winter sprites. hope ya'll enjoyed and if ya did consider dropping a like or checking the Ao3 port.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54598753

You learned really fast that Sebastian would whimper in bed, unapolagetically so. He'd even say 'nya' if you wanted him to, which he was grateful wasn't that often. Not unless you really wanted to get to him at least, really wanted to get under his skin and force him closer to the edge with words and demands instead of touch.

It worked too, and maybe the fact he enjoyed it was what got to him the most. The fact that despite all odds he enjoyed being put in his place got to him when he'd never even considered it.

Sam always wanted to take it slow, never further than the simplest of sex between friends, he was scared of parts that he kept locked up. Abigail always wanted to be used in the same way he's learning to love, she liked it rough and so did he. But only now is he learning he likes it rough better when hands are tangled in his hair.

That he likes it fast and hard in the dead of night or broad daylight on the ground or on the bed. He likes gasping for words and choking on spit and holding on for dear life when he didn't know sex could whip him into such a state. It left his brain numb as you called him a good boy and he whimpered and moaned and just took it. He found a perverse pleasure in being used, whether it was his mouth you were monopolizing or his ass, he liked it. An unsteady gait or a sore jaw he'd willingly take both as consequence for being yours as long as you needed.

"You're such a good boy," You murmured against his ear, he was pressed up against a fence this time. Your breath was hot on his skin and waged war with the cooling autumn air.

Sebastian can only nod, eyes shut and lips sealed as to not be too loud so soon. You'd barely touched him yet. His grip tightens on the fence nearly to the point his knuckles turn white. He whines wantonly as you nip at the column of his throat, knees shaking as your hands dip past the hem of his boxers.

You give a humming sort of laugh, "You're so sensitive." He squirms as you tease him, words snaking through him and sinking into him. They feel good. He registers them as a sharp pleasure, prickling across the expanse of pale skin.

"I am?" Sebastian managed, voice cracking with a type of lust he'd ensnared a very long time ago. A type of lust he was never allowed to explore with his friends or his dates because they wanted him to do the work in sex. He feels a slight discomfort as you press him further against the bars of the fence.

"So sensitive, shocked you haven't already cum." One hand rests across his chest, slid up under his jacket and popping each individual button. The other keeps a steady pace that keeps his knees weak and his struggle for balance strong. "But despite that, even though you're trying to put on a show and impress me by being so quiet and having so much stamina, you're still such a good boy."

A wrecked and untrained semblance of his voice spills our with a desperate, "Oh god." He slumps against the fence, knees rested on a bar and your front flush to his back. He's panting, breaths catching and inconsistent as he still tries not to moan.

"Go on," You urge like you're the devil on his shoulder, devious and sinister with sadistic charms to your speech.

Sebastian whimpers and mewls and even moans, he bit his inner cheek until it nearly bled to be a show off. To prove he can dominate, to prove he can have control, to prove a lie that you can see through. He's seeing stars now, they crowd out the corners of his vision as he lurches to the edge with a blend of words and touches.

You grip at his shoulder from under his shirt, nails digging into flesh and fabric rising past his midriff. He shudders at the sharpness in his flesh as you speak, "Cum for me."

And he does exactly as told. You can feel his breath hitch the moment before and then he's breathing harsh and desperate. Your name filters out between moans and breaths as he crumbles a bit more in your grip. It'd be a pathetic display if he were anyone else, dropping the reigns and handing them over so easily.

But you like it, someone so sure of himself breaking apart for you. Defiant at moments and with the physical strength for mechanical work. Sharp and distant and attempting to be mysterious with a dart always on hand. A billiards player whose never heard of defeat and is no condition to learn the concept. Yet he comes undone in your fingers so easily, like frayed fabric.

"Good boy," You murmur.

"Yours, your good boy." It's all his frazzled mind can come up with at the moment as he nods and shakes. He presses against you as you raise your hand to rest at his hip for support, "Oh god, Y/N."

You step back and help him not sway and tumble with his steps, "Aftercare time." You say it lightly, almost teasingly, but more out of care for Sebastian. You can't have your husband walking around in such a state, you gotta take good care of him, especially after making it known who makes him feel the best. Who caters to his needs and keeps him satisfied romantically and sexually in ways no one else has yet.

Sebastian groans softly as he follows you precisely, "Okay." He wants to curl up against you but he knows you have farm duty firsthand. Knowing that won't make him turn down whatever aftercare you have planned for him.

[simpdewvalley]

The Mines (Sam x Reader SMUT)

Rain pelted on the windows of my boyfriend's house. It was a chilly spring day and it had been raining nonstop throughout the night carrying into the morning.  My shirt was still a little damp from the trek over from the farm. I was chilled to the bone from the walk and had snuggled myself up in my boyfriend's bed while he made me hot chocolate in the kitchen. I found myself looking at the several band posters that littered his wall. Most were of bands that I didn't know but he and I still shared a similar taste in music. It wasn't long before he knocked me out of my trance.

"I've got your hot chocolate, love," He said sweetly, appearing in sight. It was early, he hadn't slicked his hair up for the day yet so short locks of blond hair dangled in his face. I thought it was cute, he didn't think so. He set two cups on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you," I told him.

"It's nothing," He replied, grabbing his hot cocoa and taking a small sip. "I'd go to the ends of the Earth for you, you know that."

"But you know I'd do the same!" I countered.

"I know, I know," He chuckled. I grabbed my hot cocoa and started sipping on it.  It tasted heavenly.  I savored the sweet, hot liquid in my mouth before swallowing it.

"So what do you want to do today?" I asked. He looked at me with his piercing blue eyes. I squirm under his gaze.

"I don't know, it's raining and I don't want my love to get too cold," He said sweetly. "We could go to the mines." I fill with dread. The mines have been a topic I've been avoiding with Sam for weeks. He's always wanted to go but never had the courage to go alone, but now that he's with me, he wants both of us to venture into the unknown together. I'm not sure he can handle it.

"We've talked about this. Sam. It's just too dangerous. You don't even have a sword," I sighed.

"I may not have a sword but I have a frying pan! Mom won't even know it's gone," Sam said with a straight face. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Sam fighting a slime with one of his mother's frying pans. Today was not a good day for this argument. Sam was just being cute, and I just couldn't say no to him.

I let out another sigh, "Promise me you'll stick close to my side and I suppose we can go."  He cheered and immediately started getting ready. I got up from the bed and put my damp coat back on and shortly we ventured out into the cold rain. The hike to the mine was long and both of us were shivering by the time we arrived at the cave's entrance.

"Here we are," I say as we head inside and out of the rain. I pat my sword on its holster, making sure it can be accessed at any moment.

"Here we are, I'm so excited!" Sam beams. He pulls a cast-iron skillet out of the bag he was carrying. My jaw drops.

"You were serious about taking a frying pan from your mom? And don't you know cast iron rusts easily! She'll kill you if she finds out you brought one of her best pans out in the rain!" I lecture.

"Relax, relax, I think it'll be okay, I've gotta protect you somehow," He reassures me. I move on. He walked over to the elevator and looks back at me, waiting for me to follow.

"No," I tell him, "We're starting off at level one."

"Fine, you win I just wanted to protect you from some monsters is all."

"You will, just not very many," I told him as I walked to the nearby ladder. He climbed down first and I followed. As we approached level one, I could sense Sam getting nervous. We both stepped down from the ladder to a dimly lit room filled with rocks and various types of ores. It seemed to be a promising day for mining.

"Wow, that's a lot of rocks," Sam stated, "I guess now we start mining."

"Well, that's the whole point of this trip, after all," I tease. I headed to one side of the room and Sam took the other. We both began breaking rocks until we found the ladder to the next level. On the second level, a slime appeared from behind a rock and Sam jumped ten feet in the air.

"(Y-Y/N)!" He shrieked. I laughed and pulled out my sword. Within a couple of seconds, the slime was no more.

"It's just slime, Sam. No need to worry," I told him.

"Yeah, but it surprised me. If you weren't with me I don't know what would have happened," he said, looking at me with eyes laced with love. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. This was what I was worried about. It took me a second to realize how close Sam was getting to me and how we were backing up slowly until I felt my back touch the wall. He rested one arm on the chilled rocky wall while staring me in the eyes. His blue orbs gazed into mine lustfully.  "You saved me back there, y'know that?"

"I-I..." I stammer, "I suppose I did." Sam had such an effect on me at times. His stare brought butterflies into my stomach and a pulsing sensation between my legs.

"You deserve to be rewarded for that..." He murmurs, his face getting flushed. Sam was close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I trembled under his touch.  I knew where he wanted to take this and was growing warmer by the second. He moved his free hand to cup my cheek, bringing me in for a passionate kiss.

I leaned into his touch and pressed my body against his. No one can find us here, right? The kiss deepened and I quickly found his tongue in my mouth, pressing against mine. I moaned into the kiss before he pulled away for air, leaving a small trail of saliva between us. Both of our faces are blood red as we quickly start kissing again, this time Sam reaches his hands up my shirt, gently squeezing my breasts before reaching behind my back and undoing my bra. Tossing the garment to the side, Sam breaks the kiss again to slide my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side too. After a few seconds of lustful gazes, his lips were on mine again.

We made out for a few seconds before he began rubbing where I wanted him most. The friction of his hand and my jeans was enough to drive me wild. I moaned softly and grabbed his spikey hair before sliding his jacket off of him. It hit the floor with a soft thud. I reached up his shirt and ran my hands across his chest. It was soft yet toned at the same time. Sam's moans were soft and sweet as I slid his shirt over his head, only breaking the kiss briefly. I sighed softly as he pulled away.

"How bad do you want this?" He asked, breathing heavy.

"S-so bad!" I plead.

"Take your pants off and lay down."

I obediently follow his instructions and find myself laying on the cold, dirt floor of the room. He undid his jeans and slid them down, exposing a tent poking through his boxers. It didn't take long for him to climb on top of me and start kissing me again. His fingers trailed slowly down my stomach towards my throbbing heat. He brushed them against my clit, causing me to moan hard into the kiss.

"You're so wet," Sam breathed heavily.

"Only for you," I replied. He quickly positioned his head between my legs and teasingly pressed his tongue against my clit. I squirmed under his touch.

"You've been such a good girl," He murmured against my heat.

"A-Ah~"

Sam started lapping at my heat hungrily, taking in the taste as his tongue repeatedly flicked my clit. My hips squirmed back and forth, desperately trying to grind against him. Soft moans escaped my lips as he continued for the next several minutes, eventually inserting a finger into me and pumping it in and out as he devoured my pussy. It doesn't take long for a knot to build in my abdomen. As it does, my moans got louder and louder. A couple of seconds later, that knot came undone and I come against Sam's tongue. Breathing heavily, we both make eye contact. His blue orbs now overtaken completely by lust. Sam stripped down completely and positions his length at my entrance. Gently, he pushed inside me, making sure that he wasn't hurting me at all.

"Fuck, you're tighter than usual," Sam grunted.

"You feel so good."  I moaned and pulled him down for a kiss. He started thrusting sloppily and kissed me passionately. Both of us moan into the kiss, each thrust slowly building that knot in my stomach again. He pulls away from the kiss and whispered sweet nothings into my ear.

"I love watching the look on your face while I fuck you senseless," He muttered. I had no response other than to let out another moan.  At this point, I was certain that every monster in the mine could hear us but I didn't care. Sam's length soon hit my g-spot, causing me to nearly scream. Realizing what he was doing to me, Sam continued to abuse the spot with his length, hitting it over and over again. He drove me wild. The knot in my stomach kept getting bigger and bigger and I knew that I would release soon.

"S-Sam, I'm gonna come!" I moaned.

He thrusted a couple more times before shoving himself deeply inside of me and coming hard. I felt his release against my walls and I came shortly after as well, tightening around him.

"Fuck, (y/n). The things you do to me." He whispered in my ear before pulling out. I felt our juices drip out of me and onto the dirt beneath me. He grabbed his pants and reached into his pocket, pulling out some tissues and wiping me clean. I smiled and thanked him and we both got dressed. By this point, it was getting late and we decided to call it quits for the day with the mining. Sam rested the frying pan over his shoulder as we walked out of the mines, leaving nothing but the scent of sex in the air behind us.

A few days later, after a restful night's sleep, I found myself sifting through mail when I came across a letter with sloppy handwriting from Marlon, the leader of the local adventurer's guild. Inside I found a piece of paper and on that paper read:

Everyone in the guild heard you and Sam a few nights ago. The mines are a dangerous place, don't do it again.

-Marlon

[the-ineffable-ace]

Fanfic Suggestions

I want to read some fanfiction but I often struggle to find any after I’ve read the more resent stuff. I was wondering if anyone who sees this could maybe give me some suggestions. I’ll list a couple of fandoms I am in and what I’m looking for.

Fandoms:

Stardew Valley: shane x male!farmer, harvey x male!farmer

BG3: astarion x male!reader, astarion x male!tav

Additional Info:

Can be on here or ao3

Anything is fair game.

- smut/lemon, angst(only if it has a happy ending), fluff, literally anything

If the reader is gender neutral that works great as well. Just don’t give me any female reader stories.

[tinysillylemonman]

i’m beginning to notice a pattern

[ellie-shy]

A little WIP. I made Harvey looking too good to cuddle 🫣

[mymelodyisme]

Helloooo farmer friends!! So last night my friend @pavusprince mentioned how she doesn’t understand the toothpaste mint chocolate chip ice cream comparison and that got me thinking!! Let’s talk about food!!

Does your farmer like mint chocolate ice cream? Does it taste like toothpaste? Are they neutral, or do they hate it?

During the summer does your farmer visit Alex’s ice cream stand? What flavor/treat do they buy? What’s their least favorite flavor?

What is one treat your farmer will ALWAYS have in their home? Is it healthy or unhealthy?

If your farmer was a snack item what would they be? (It cannot be a food that could be eaten like a meal, but it may be a dessert) Here’s some examples: chips, cookies, M&ms, Twinkies, crackers, bubblegum, lollipops, etc

What’s your farmer’s comfort food, favorite meal, and least favorite meal?

What’s something they will NEVER eat?

What do they cook if they know they will have a guest over?

If the town’s potluck didn’t matter so much, what ingredient would they take? And what food would they put at an event table if you had to bring something?

Finally, if your farmer was real, what would YOU give them to eat.

[dizzybizz]

Draw your farmer holding a chick... And they're just mesmerizing the guy with all its glory...

- Danon

thats so funny that you should suggest that bc i scribbled this yesterday 😭😭

uhm have another i cooked up real quick anduhm i didnt mean for this to happen but everything i touch becomes a meme redraw im so

uhm one thats actually the actual request

[yanderemommabean]

hey momma!

so, I got sdv for Christmas and just when I thought I couldn’t get gayer, I meet SAM. I swear to god I’ve never wanted to suck off a fictional character this bad in my LIFE and it’s only been a couple days! 😖

Sam seems like such a subtle but clearly there yandere you know? Like yes he isn't outwardly obsessive but you can tell there's something off with him, especially when you get a bit to close to any of the other single people in town. I like to imagine he praises you with the filthiest mouth when you two get intimate. Just guides your head up and down and tells you "Fuck, you were made for this baby" and "That's it, all of it. Every drop" Imagine how he grips your hair on his more angry days, not enough to hurt but enough to let you know you aren't done until he says so. Be that you're stuck on your knees and being his good little throat toy or him seating himself between your legs and marking your skin with his teeth, drinking everything you can give him, and even forcing dry orgasms until you need a water break (and even after that he'll just pat your legs and demand you get ready for more). He's just such a good yandere to me! (most of the bachelors are!) -Mommabean

[axolotlwrites]

Every Little Inch

A Stardew Valley one shot

Male Reader x Trans Sebastian

CW: unsafe sex, cum, and just a little helping of fluff, also not beta read lol

A late night foray into the mines yields a beautiful gem for the love of your life, Sebastian. But the end of the night calls, so there's no more time for that kind of excitement tonight... right?

A rush of warm air quickly runs across your skin as you step into your house, a shiver running through your body as you lean against the front door. Your body is exhausted from your usual foray into the mines, that ever descending labyrinth of precious ore and dangerous monsters. But it was worth it. Oh, so worth it. You drop your bag to the floor, knees aching as you kneel next to it and open it, the majority of it filled with ore, medical supplies, and coal. But, as you dig through the bag, you finally feel the soft, smooth surface of that perfectly formed gem. Despite the conditions of its storage, unprotected from the raw ore, it's still just as smooth as when you pulled it out of the rock. Never once had you seen a frozen tear with a scratch on it, even in the most dire of circumstances. A perfect gift for the love of your life… in the morning. It was far too late to wake him up for this, even if he liked the gift. So, you picked up the bag one last time, and finally went to your bedroom.

Sebastian was already asleep in bed. He looked so peaceful and sweet, his face relaxed, and a tiny smile on his face. Slow and quiet, you put the heavy bag down near the chest at the foot of your bed. You prepare for bed quickly, stripping off your clothes with an unneeded speed. As you get into bed, you're only wearing your undies and a smile. You lay next to him, the weariness and exhaustion running through your body as you finally rest, but you aren't quite ready to fall asleep. You scooted closer to Sebastian, getting as close to spooning him as you can, trying not to wake him. You want to sleep, but you want to feel his body close to yours far more. An arm is wrapped around his waist as you plant your head in the crook of his neck, a small smile crawling across your face as you feel the warmth of his body against yours.

You were clingy tonight, that much was clear. Throughout your attempts to sleep for the past half hour, you'd practically crawled all over Sebastian. At this point you were starting to suspect that he was still awake with the ease with which you were able to switch cuddling positions. Eventually, you had ended up with your hand under his shirt, feeling his soft, lean stomach and your legs tied around his. This position is so close and intimate that your thoughts start to wander… you can't help but think about his cute face and his tight waist. Eventually the thoughts wander to his nice ass, your body pressed up against it, your tangled legs leaving little else to go. Your cock is starting to press against his boxers, your face heating up as you try your hardest to keep it away from his ass. You don't want to wake him up, and you sure as hell aren't going to do anything to him while he's asleep.

You desperately try to gather up all of your willpower to push the horny aside and sleep. For Yoba's sake, you needed it after the harshness of the mines. But Sebastian was just so… enticing, all of the time, and he knew it. Which is why when you tried to scoot back away from him to make some space and relieve the pressure on your imprisoned cock, he moved with you. He trapped your body against his, grabbing the arm that had been around his waist and keeping it close. "You're not going anywhere, pervy." You shivered, letting out a small moan as he continued to grind his ass against you. Through the small shots of pleasure running through your cock, you manage to whimper out a stifled selection of words. "How long have you been awake?" At that, he chuckles lightly, before bending back and putting his lips to your ear. "Long enough to know that you're pent up and just can't help yourself, love." He kisses the tip of your ear, before whispering, over and over, sweet nothings. Dirty things about how much he wants you, and yet, loving things too. Expressions of affection and gratitude interlaced with confessions about just how much he wants you.

Your willpower shatters underneath his continued teasing and flirting, quickly giving in and peppering him with kisses. From his neck to his jaw, to his cheek, and down to his back, no spot that can comfortably be reached is safe. But it's not enough. For either of you. He's borderline leaking through his boxers, a large wet patch at his front. Despite your flustered, whimpering state, you finally manage to gather your courage and take the initiative. You flip him from his side to his stomach, as you move to settle yourself behind him, upright. He's face down, ass up in front of you, boxers just waiting to be slipped off as you take in the sight. Sebastian looks so delicious, his back arched, butt up in the air as he looks back at you. "Is this okay?" You ask, your hand rubbing his back as he settles into his position. He pushes back against you, looks you in the eyes, and nods. "Go ahead, baby. Fuck me."

You waste no time, quickly moving up his back and to his waistband. You pull his boxers down his legs and to his knees, not even bothering to pull them off all the way before going for your own. In your position, it's easier to take your boxers off and fling them into some unknown corner of the room. Honestly, you didn't care. You were far more focused on dipping your middle finger between his folds, stroking his sex and preparing him for your cock. Sebastian whimpers under your touch, his hands grasping the sheets tightly. "So sensitive, huh, Sebby? So good for me." He moans as you push your finger knuckle deep inside. He squirms under your touch, his hips moving back on your finger, trying desperately to take more of what isn't there. "Please, baby," he pleads, "put another finger in me!" Decoding not to tease him much further, you dip your index finger inside of him as well. You fuck him on your fingers as he moves his hips, soft moaning and whining being his only form of communication. "You take my fingers so well, Sebby… I love seeing you like this." You can tell however, by the growing volume and frequency of his moans, that he's getting close to cumming all over your fingers. But, you want to make him cum and spasm all over your cock, so you quickly pull your fingers out of his hole, denying him his orgasm.

Sebastian whines, looking back at you from the pillow as he glares at you. "Don't worry, Sebby. You'll get your release." You settle in behind him once more, grabbing your sensitive cock and pressing it against his folds. You rub it against his hole, teasing him as you lube up your own cock with his juices. He squirms underneath you as your shaft rubs against his nub, a small shiver running through his body. Sebastian gives you a pleading, begging look as he wiggles his ass. "Stop teasing me baby, please." You laugh, kneading his ass as you steady yourself against him. "Alright, Sebby. I'll give you what you need."

Finally, you push into Sebastian, your cock being surrounded by his tight, warm walls. He moans your name, desperately trying to push back against you as you hold his hips in place. You lean over him, placing your hand next to his head as you push into him with long, slow strokes. You start to pull his hips into you in time with your movements, the sounds of the small clapping of your hips against his fill the room, along with his steadily rising moans. You try your best to keep your composure, but his body is an insurmountable force. Your moans combine with his to fill the room, and you can't contain yourself from running kisses along his back. The physical feeling of his body against yours is only surpassed by the emotional feeling, the love in your heart spilling out into your words. Moans interlaced with praise and affirmations, true love spilling out in an almost divine show. "L-love you, Sebastian… so much." His hand grabs the wrist next to his head as a smile runs across his face.

You start to move faster, your movements more primal in nature as the pleasure takes hold of you. You gently bite his shoulder as you push deeper and faster into him, a grunt escaping his throat as you pump into him harder and harder. You feel him spasm and shiver around your grasp, his walls constricting around you as he cums around you. Sebastian whines softly into the pillow as you start to chase your own pleasure, his hand still tight around your wrist. You could fuck him into this bed all day and all night, but your body has limits that it's quickly approaching, limits that you're pushing in every stroke and every groan and every thrust. All good things must come to an end, however, and as he comes down from his orgasm, you go up into yours. You collapse into him as you cum, filling him up with your load as you moan out your gratitude and love for him. Your orgasm lasts a while, your cock throbbing and pumping rope after rope inside of him. Finally, your orgasm subsides, still collapsed against his back, your cock going flaccid inside of him. In one last act, with the last amount of energy you have, you fall to the side onto your side of the bed, pulling him down with you.

You spoon him as you both calm down from a most pleasurable evening, your hands wrapping around his stomach as he lands facing away from you. Sebastian turns around in your arms, however, and places his hands on your cheeks. "I love you. I love you so much." He quickly closes the space between you, holding you close as your lips lock, and your bodies wrap around one another. Every little inch of space is filled in as he kisses you, love permeating your body as you hold your beloved in your arms.

As the kiss ends, his head resting on your chest as you hold him close, you realize that it might never get better than this. Except maybe when you give him that frozen tear. But that's for tomorrow, not today.

[the-yippeee-farm]

*smiles at you in homosexual mentally illiker*

[dankdankrevolution]

I don't need to explain myself.

[inspired-aspiring-artist]

Stella doesn’t really seem interested dating any of the townsfolk, I wonder if she’s already taken 🤔

In other news, some townsfolk report seeing a strange shadowy figure walking to Stella’s farm late at night. It’s always a little too dark to make out what it is, but those who catch a glimpse of it report that its walk is rather jaunty and it’s often whistling a cheery (if haunting) melody.