Stardew Stuff

Riding Sebastian while he’s on voice chat on a game with Sam (he knows, he encourages it), he’s leaning back in his gaming chair with his headset on, your working up a sweat as you bounce on his cock while he plays his games, soft moans and lewd praises spilling from his lips “fuck that’s it, such a good pet” he mumbles as he grabs a fistful of your hair to haul you forward for a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth and spit

Puts the headset on you so you can hear what your doing to Sam “sound so hot, gonna make me come over there huh? Get a good view of you split open on his cock?” You whimper at his words and he laughs “yeah, that’s what I thought, you’d like that huh, whore” you know he’s right, know you’d love an audience, doubling your efforts as Sebastian all but abandons the game in favour of guiding your hips and thrusting up every time you sink down on him,

He gets the call early in the evening, just as he’s putting the finishing touches on the dinner he’s made the two of you, a special seafood pasta and some garlic bread with a glass of wine.

His soft music interrupted by a frantic phone call from robin “Harvey! There’s been an accident in the mines, y/n…” she’s stuttering over her words, attempting to explain the scene her husband had come across, the farmer having barely pulled themselves out of the mines, badly gashed and bruised, barely conscious and losing blood quickly, too quickly.

The meal long forgotten as Harvey throws the phone to the side and sprints out of the house, glad you invested in that old beater truck now even though he had some safety concerns about it, he speeds towards the clinic since Demetrius had rushed you there and Maru had used her spare keys to unlock the door.

The scene is gut wrenching, Harvey never liked you going into the mines and now you’ve certainly done it, your laid out on a cot, Maru attempting what she can to keep you stable and talking before clearing the way for Harvey to begin assessing and treating your wounds, your ribs are fractured and from the sounds of the bubbling you’ve punctured a lung, breathing laboured and lips pale blue from lack of oxygen.

Your body spasms with an attempted cough, blood spluttering onto his surgical gown, his heart is pounding as he watches your vitals crashing, attempting to drain the buildup of blood with a tube through your ribs and into the lung, it’s unpleasant but despite the way his nerves are shot his hands remain steady, watching the ebbing blood flow into the bag attached to the bed. He’s cursing internally, he knows he doesn’t have the facilities for this, knows you need to be emergency transported to grumpelton where they have a proper trauma bay, he’s fighting the clock trying to keep you stable while transport is on their way.

The monitors beep as your heart rate spikes to dangerous levels, stress and pain playing their part as your body tries to cope with the blood loss.

maru is following his instructions as he commands the room “stay with me” he mumbles as he works “come on, I can’t lose you, please” he’s muttering under his breath as he tries to lower your heart rate with anything he has available “come on love, please, not yet, we had so many plans” he’s not a religious man but at this moment? He’s praying to whatever god will listen.

His call isn’t answered as the quick beats turn into a long high pitched whine, the monitor showing you’ve flatlined, body unable to cope “no….nonononono” he mumbled as he attempts compressions, your ribs cracking sickeningly under him, pushing more blood out from your lungs to gurgle through your mouth in a disturbing picture, Harvey still performing chest compressions has to be hauled off by Maru, the poor girl mumbling a prayer under her breath as she calls time of death, Harvey staring numbly at the love of his life on the cot in a violent picture of his worst fears come to life.

Dinner sits untouched on the table, what had once been a romantic candlelit meal now cold and untouched, shadows no longer dance on walls as the candles are long since burned out.

Elliot taking you out on a nice romantic candlelit picnic under the night sky in the early spring just so he can make love to you under the stars

The temperature is a perfect mixture of refreshing air with just a little nip to it, enough to keep you cool while he’s burying his head between your thighs, his hands holding onto your own to keep your fingers intertwined while he flattens his tongue in long broad swipes against your twitching clit, languid kisses and gently sucks accompany his movements.

You got injured on the farm ironically, not in the mines like he would have thought. You had been doing some chores inside the farmhouse and next thing you know you’ve stepped on something sharp, slicing a gash into your foot

He’s frantic internally while stitching you up, but his hands are steady and the numbing has done its job well (however unpleasant it was to get)

Needless to say your not going to be doing any farm chores for a while, on strict orders to rest and stay off that foot until he removes the stitches in a week or so, he does his best to keep up with the crops for you, makes you healthy food and diligently checks your wound daily to make sure there’s no signs of infection and you aren’t ripping your stitches accidentally

The night Emily asked you to go camping with her, you certainly were not expecting this. It had started out innocently enough, cuddled up under the covers talking about constellations and listening to her telling you all about her latest sewing project, soft voices and longing glances soon turned into gentle touches and lips locking

Her hands ghosting over your sides as she straddles your lap, one of your hands gently tangled in her hair while the other runs along the smooth skin of her thigh under her dress, a silent bid for permission to do more which she was more than happy to grant

She’s got you on your back, legs thrown over her shoulders while she eats like she’s at a five star restaurant, tongue gentle and insistent against your clit while she eases two fingers into your cunt, listening intently to your sounds to find the best angle to crook her fingers “good girl, keep making those pretty sounds, like music to my ears” she mumbles against you, the words sending vibrations right through you

She’s not content with just one orgasm either, her lips back on yours so you can taste your release on her, her fingers working overtime to have you cumming around them again, relishing in your whimpers and whines, meanwhile she straddling your thigh chasing her own high grinding along the skin there, moaning against your lips “look so beautiful like this, so pretty just for me” she whispers in your ear, gently pulling the sensitive skin there between her teeth, a grin on her face as you keen a high pitched sound when you cum a second time that night, her own orgasm not far behind as you take one of her nipples into your mouth to toy with

His initial reaction is surprise very quickly followed by excitement, this man’s been on a mission to knock you up so I fully believe he’s fist pumping the air at the news. “This is amazing! A little mix of the two of us running around” he’s got a massive grin on his face at the thought

He’s absolutely gonna get you anything you want, the type to go all the way to grumpleton just cause they didn’t have any of the ice cream you wanted in town, that’s his partner and their baby!! He’s catering to your needs babe, also takes over any really strenuous farm chores, hardly wants you even out collecting eggs cause what if you get hurt?

Now for more spicy things, this man loves how much more plump and soft you get, how much rounder your face is, the way your almost always pouting till you get what you want makes him wanna squish your cheeks and coo at you

Almost always touching you in some capacity, weather it’s a hand on your baby bump, the small of your back, or groping admiring your now fuller chest

He loves when you ride him like this, wants to be able to watch your chest heaving and bouncing with your movements, loves how much more sensitive you’ve become now