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littlebluebarista · a month ago
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Beware of angry Doctor, Writer, and Chicken Bum on the loose.
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arteryweb · 3 months ago
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Harvey, Elliott, and Sebastian
me and my friends favorite romantic interests from stardew :3 everytime harvey calls me a sweet name i start flying btw
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skullchimes · 15 days ago
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i love him sm
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consequently-cryptic · 6 months ago
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sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-shelby · 4 months ago
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The whole gang is here! Feeling pretty alright about each of their individual portraits. Altogether, you can see the slight disparities in styles and proportions, which bothers me just a bit, but oh well. Who's your favorite partner in Stardew Valley? Who do you like based on my drawings?
This was fun. Maybe more Stardew fanart to come. Maybe I'm done for a bit. We will see.
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lizardfootman · 2 months ago
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“Ah, the new farmer we've all been expecting... and whose arrival has sparked many a conversation!
I'm Elliott... I live in the little cabin by the beach. It's a pleasure to meet you.”✨
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glowingbadger · 2 months ago
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Me when
Me when I, when, uh
Elliott.
His dialogue can actually be a challenge sometimes, because frequently, he does that "eloquent writer" thing, but we also see him speak very casually at times, so.... eh? Guess we'll see how I do my on my first full Elliott outing lol
Also I just like wrote this in one sitting in a near fugue state so cue me a week from now going in to fix repeat words and type-os lmao awesome
Elliott (Stardew) x AFAB Reader
NSFW 18+ v
Elliott lets out a heavy sigh beside you on the bed and closes his notebook, a finger stuck between the pages to keep his place. You know that specific sound- it's the sigh of the ever-dreaded writer's block. Putting your own book aside, you shift closer to him and raise a hand to comb his hair behind his ear.
"How's it going, Hemingway?"
He gives a short laugh, then places his notes on the bedside table. Slumping back against the headboard, he takes a moment to enjoy your fingers in his hair, then says,
"It's... nothing to worry yourself about," he sighs once more, "Just a particular scene that I'm, uh, not quite sure how to approach."
"Oh? What kind of scene?"
You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, smiling idly.
"Well, it's..." he trails off. When you glance up at his face, there's a notable blush across his high cheekbones, "It's an... erotic scene, actually. But I've never written anything of the sort- well, not to any measure of standard, anyway."
Your smile curls, and you give a short hum. Surprised, but certainly not displeased, your mind is filling with deliciously lurid ideas. Perhaps your lover requires a bit of inspiration.
"Alright," you nod, your voice flippant and casual, "So, what kind of tone are you going for? What's the mood?"
His eyebrows rise the slightest bit, as though surprised that you'd indulge him. Then, he replies,
"I would say... not quite animalistic, but certainly frantic. Passionate. The lovers have just escaped a dangerous and harrowing event together, and the relief of survival draws them to one another. The two have... desired one another for some time, so this is like the breaking of a dam."
You nod. Thinking aloud, you say,
"So probably plenty of kissing, and if there's any foreplay, it's probably not gonna last long."
"Do you think so?" Elliott says with genuine interest. He's watching you steadily, his initial hesitation toward the subject rapidly diminishing.
"Well yeah," you lean against him, raising a hand to twirl the ends of a lock of his hair around your fingers, "Its their first time, so they're probably insanely excited to finally kiss one another. But they're also in that intense, post-survival headspace, so they probably can't wait to have one another."
"That does follow..."
"Think of it this way," you go on as you meet his gaze more directly, "How would you kiss me if you had just thought you might lose me?"
Elliott's eyes widen, his posture suddenly rigid.
"If I..."
"Hypothetically," you say with a reassuring smile, "Just to get you into the headspace."
The expression he wears makes your heart ache. He leans close and brings a hand to your cheek, cradling you as he murmurs,
"Darling, to even think of such a thing-"
The moment words fail him, his lips are on yours. Elliott rarely kisses you quite like this; stripped of his usual decorum, he tangles his long fingers in your hair and presses his lips to you like he couldn't possibly let you go. Heat rises at your cheeks and plunges through your center as his tongue runs firm along yours, as skillful as ever, but unrestrained. It's as he himself had said- frantic, passionate. With a single whimpered sigh, you pull him to you by the front of his shirt, his intensity spreading to you like a fire catching on your skin. By the time you both have to part to breathe, he's on all fours above you, though you can't recall for the life of you when you moved.
"See?" you say with a half-dazed smile as you pant softly beneath him, "You just... need a bit of inspiration."
"You have always been my greatest inspiration," he says, brushing your hair from your face, "Will you continue to assist me?"
By the time you whisper, "Of course," his lips are already at your neck. Your head tilts back as he presses against you, kissing and biting tender skin, his tongue and teeth sending ripples of pleasure through you. Without realizing, you smile at the familiar scent of pomegranate in his hair, and you run adoring hands along his shoulders and down his arms. Elliott nips at the crook of your neck, and your gasp prompts him to moan against your skin, as though your pleasure were his own.
Still decorating your throat with heated love-bites, Elliott wraps an arm around you to pull you against him as his free hand tugs your clothes up over your chest. Unwilling to wait for you to undress fully, he kisses the soft swell of your breast while his hand cups the other.
"Mmh- Elliott!" you arc up to him from the bed, your body seeking his as the warmth of his mouth surrounds one of your stiffened nipples. He offers no response to your cry, transfixed by his need to feel you, to please you. His hands run down your sides, holding you close as his lips worship your breasts. Just once, you hear him groan your name, his voice low and needy and his breath hot on your skin. Elliott's hand wanders mindlessly as he continues to suck and kiss your dearly sensitive nipples, his touch savoring every inch of you as you squirm and shift beneath him.
"Tell me," his voice is a hoarse whisper, "tell me how it feels- describe it for me."
At first, you can only pant and sigh at the unbearably wonderful sensations. But, you had agreed to help him write- so you force your thoughts to align themselves, and, your voice high and breathless, you say,
"Its... dizzy. Warm. When you kiss me like that..." your fists flex tight around the sheets, "It's like... every nerve and pathway in my body is leading towards your lips."
"Nngh, darling," Elliott moans and runs both hands down your sides, "How am I meant to endure such bliss..."
For a moment, he fumbles with the button and zipper of your pants, but he makes short enough work of them and tugs them down your legs with your panties. Your clothes are discarded beside the bed without a thought, and with a direct and forceful passion you've rarely seen in him, Elliott parts your thighs beneath him and lowers his head.
"Oh-!! Fuh- Fuck, Elliott!" you gasp as his lips press around your clit and his tongue flicks against it, his movements firm and steady. You think of how he usually makes love- how he prefers to take his time with you, guide you slowly to your climax with gentle, loving touches and gradually increasing pressure. It couldn't be further from how he is now; now, it's as though he wants your climax desperately. Already, your thighs are trembling around him, but he pauses for just a moment.
"Tell me..." he repeats his earlier request, kissing your inner thigh. His brow is deeply furrowed, his hair tickling your skin and hands caressing you as he returns to his task. You arch from the bed once more as the tip of his tongue circles your swollen clit, the slick warmth wracking your entire body with pleasure- yet you manage to force out the words,
"God, Elliott, it's incredible-!" you whine softly, biting your lip before continuing, "It's... it's hot, my head is fuzzy- my... my legs feel weak- it's... a jolt through my body, every time you- your tongue... ohh!!"
He seals his lips around your throbbing clit and the surrounding sensitive flesh. He sucks and massages you, his tongue thrumming steadily against you and his nails digging along your thighs as he leans against you. Without a word, it seems as though he's demanding that you cum- or perhaps begging- and your trembling body is more than happy to comply. With a final cry of his name, you cling to the sheets, your legs tensing in around him as a rush of heat explodes at your core, and his dexterous tongue urges you through all the while.
Letting out a long-held breath, you slump onto the mattress, your thighs still shaking slightly from the aftershocks of your climax. Yet the fire in Elliott's eyes is evident even in your blissful haze. He prowls up over you, his hand brushing your cheek, and you mumble,
"I should... do something for-"
"Darling," he says, his scorching gaze silencing you in an instant, "I don't think I can wait a moment longer."
With wide eyes and flushed cheeks, you nod, and he quickly strips off his wrinkled dress shirt and works open the front of his pants. At a glance, you can tell he's in an agonizing state of arousal. His cock is long and rock-hard, swollen and twitching eagerly as he positions himself between your legs and presses to your entrance. Perhaps it's no surprise he can't bring himself to care about your shirt still bunched up over your breasts, nor his own remaining clothing.
Your lower lips are still soaked from your previous orgasm, and your slick easily coats the head of his cock as Elliott begins to push into you. Your eyes meet as he drives deeper into your clinging pussy. He's oddly beautiful in the throes of passion; his hair is tossed in every direction, cascading romantically down his shoulders, his chest rises and falls heavily, his lips are full and kissed to a lovely pink. You give a short whimper as he hits your deepest point- yet when you see him watching your expressions intently, you know what he wants before he thinks to ask.
"Full," you say softly, "I... I feel so full, Elliott. So... right. Like my body is stretching to fit perfectly around your cock. The- the pressure is incredible..!"
He whispers your name with absolute adoration. Then, his hips begin to move. His pace is firm and steady from the start, a far cry from how he typically eases you both into the sensation. Elliott draws close, one hand behind your knee urging your legs further apart while the other supports him on the bed. Your own unsteady hand comes to rest at his jawline, urging him close to kiss you once more, and with that, any remnant of restraint between the two of you evaporates. His hips buck against you, barely maintaining a consistent rhythm as the thick length of his cock thrusts and grinds into you. He's hitting some incredible spot- some impossibly sensitive place deep inside of you that has you gasping out for him with every sway of his hips.
"Right there!" you breathe out between kisses. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him to you, dragging your nails along his scalp. Uttering and deep groan, Elliott lowers his head onto the pillow beside yours and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. He kisses the marks he'd given you earlier. He stammers out something about how wonderful you feel, how he loves you, adores you, a long-remembered line of poetry that you half-hear between moans and strained sighs.
His member throbs hard, swelling thick against your clenching inner walls. You feel his body tense, his abdomen flexing tight, and you know he's close. At the realization, you suddenly bring your hands to cradle his face, and kiss him hard. Elliott groans- a deep, primal sound that's so unlike his usual gentle tone. Then, he holds inside of you, every inch of his cock buried in you as his release takes him and pushes you towards your own. For a few glowing moments, your lover kisses you against the mattress as his cum fills you, each pulse causing his cock to twitch in a way that stimulates your over-sensitive nerves. By the end, he's forced to part from your lips, gasping out your name as the final wave of his climax works through him.
Then at last, he slumps forward, barely holding himself up as he struggles to catch his breath. He pulls out from you, and you watch him with warm eyes, brushing a lock of his now wild and tangled hair behind an ear.
"That... wow," Elliott chuckles softly, "Well, I certainly do feel inspired."
"Glad to help," you say with a grin- though in truth, you still feel winded and shaky, yourself. He settles beside you on the bed once more, then takes your hand in his and draws it to his lips. The gentlemanly gesture makes it hard to believe this is the same man who just fucked you into the mattress with all of his strength.
Briefly, Elliott appears contemplative, and you decide not to interrupt his thoughts until he says at last,
"It was... different from usual, wasn't it? Fiercer, somehow. The state of heightened emotion, the novelty of hearing you describe what you felt... yes, I- I think I'm beginning to understand!"
His eyes light up, and you know this expression well. Something's sparked in his mind- a clear direction, the words already assembling themselves in his mind. Your smile broadens. You can't help it, seeing him fired up like this always fills your chest with fluttery warmth. Curling up at his side, you nuzzle against his chest and mutter,
"Well, if that's what it takes to fix writer's block, then consider me a willing assistant."
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aurriearts · 3 months ago
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hi everyone i am a very miserable pile of goop. just uploading some of my takes on the @diversestardewvalley portraits of various quality, + experimented w/ some new techniques. i’m working on maru and leah too, i’ll post them once i’ve finished
edit: click on each picture for image id!
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farmerace · a month ago
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Merman Elliott for MerMay 🧜‍♂️
Careful now, those barbs are venomous. ☠
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fuerrziah · 5 days ago
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HOLDS HIM IN MY HANDS AND SQUEEZES HIM LIKE A STRESS BALL 🥺
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somethingscarlet13 · 4 months ago
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If enough people like this I’ll make one for the girls too
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cateneko · 4 months ago
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Merman.
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zippity-zope · 12 days ago
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ookikufurikabutte · 11 months ago
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i think they should be friends
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consequently-cryptic · a month ago
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I love buff Elliott. Imagine Alex spending hours training and working out, and then he's on the beach wondering how Elliott got his muscles. One day he sees Elliott carrying an entire rowboat casually from the shack to the docks. Another day he is jogging around the river by Leah's house, and he just watches as Elliott carries around a huge log and brings it to her Cabin. He's visiting Willy to get some fish for his Grandma, and in pops Elliott with several huge catches he just wrested onto land
Elliott IS the person you would find in a situation where 2 people have to help each other carry one of those fold in long tables for one of their many celebrations but then stop mouths agape in awe as they watch this man pick up an entire ass table by himself and carry it just under one of his arms and using the other to support it up.
I feel like Alex isn't exactly shy at expressing some admiration towards someone, in this situation it would be Elliott. Elliott however is one to be a little flustered when praised for it but appreciates the compliments nonetheless! (It did take some time to be able to work towards being pretty strong so it's just nice to hear ya know?)
I imagine when living on the farm he's very useful at getting tree chopping done and hauling off the logs + moving some stubborn sheep that want to be in the way. (gently ofc!)
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cryptid-t33th · 4 months ago
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"why would you think I was drinking" I DONT KNOW SHANE MAYBE BECAUSE YOURE A FUCJING RECOVERING ALCOHOLIC WHO KEEPS GPING TO THE SALOON AND THEN GETTING FUCKING DEFENSIVE AND ANGRY ABOUT IT THIS IS WHY I GAVE ELLIOTT A FUCKING BOUQUET
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lizardfootman · 2 months ago
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“From the brightest winter star, to a fragrant fairy rose...nothing can compare with your captivating beauty.”
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saturniade · a year ago
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the bachelors should wear some skirts, i think! 🌼
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r-o-s-l-i-n-a · 4 months ago
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i might be obsessed with this man
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notjustdrwhoboards · 2 months ago
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Stardew Valley moodboard: Elliott (requested by: anon)
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