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the concept of the farmer being a literal anomaly to the townspeople bc of their in-game features and add-ons will always b so funny to me. so heres a little silly doodle i made.
Mermaid farmer Blueberry ft. Sebastian
Summary: After stumbling upon a mysterious stone on Ginger Island, Rosemary unwittingly activates a portal to an unfamiliar realm, Terraria. Pulled into a bizarre and perilous world, she must navigate its dangers while searching for a way back home. All while acquiring an unusual collection of souvenirs, including a rather explosive pet. Meanwhile, her sudden disappearance throws her loved ones into chaos, sparking a frantic search across the world to bring her back.
A/N: This story was inspired by a tumblr post from @studentinpursuitofclouds about the Farmer opening a portal to Terraria for the Meowmere and ending up stranded. I couldn’t resist turning it into a full story! I love the idea of Rosemary getting isekai’d into Terraria, unfazed, while everyone in Stardew Valley panics. Expect adventure, chaos, and dramatic reactions when she returns. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!
The story is a bit long, so you can read it on my AO3! That’s right, I finally have an AO3 account after what feels like a thousand years!
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝙲𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚎
Farmer: *leaning on their hoe, sighing deeply* Damn, I’m so useless.
Abigail: *bursts through a wall like the Kool-Aid Man* WHO SAID THAT?!
Sebastian: *appears from the shadows* YOU WANNA TRY THAT LINE AGAIN?!
Sam: *backflips off his skateboard* OH HELL NO!
Shane: *launches a beer can across the farm* THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!
Harvey: *running in, stethoscope flying* EXCUSE ME, THAT IS A MEDICAL LIE!
Elliott: *dramatic gasp flipping his hair* HOW DARE YOU INSULT YOURSELF IN SUCH A WAY?!
Haley: *lowers her sunglasses* That’s literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.
Leah: *grabbing their hands gently* You are nature’s masterpiece, don’t you ever forget it.
Alex: *flexing aggressively* YOU’RE STRONG AS HELL, DON’T MAKE ME GIVE YOU A PEP TALK!
Penny: *clutching a book* You are worthy of love and respect, Farmer!
Maru: *holding a literal blueprint for an invention called "Farmer Confidence Booster 3000"* I BETTER START BUILDING THIS!
Emily: *already mid-dance to cleanse the negativity* BEGONE, NEGATIVE ENERGY! I CLEANSE THIS FARM WITH THE POWER OF YOBA!
Krobus: *somehow appearing from the sewers* I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND HUMAN EMOTIONS BUT I KNOW THAT'S WRONG.
Pierre: *stepping out of his shop* Yes, even I think—!
Caroline: *dragging him back inside* PIERRE, READ THE ROOM.
Wizard: *literally appears in a cloud of smoke* THAT IS A DANGEROUS FALSEHOOD, FARMER.
Linus: *nodding wisely from the mountains* You are part of nature’s balance. Never forget that.
Other Marriage Candidates: *crash through windows, doors, appears through a portal or possibly even from underground* SAY THAT AGAIN, WE DARE YOU!
Farmer: *overwhelmed, hands up* Okay! I take it back! Damn, that worked a little too well…
Gus: *sliding a drink over* Yeah, don’t do that again. We almost lost half the Saloon to a riot.
Summary: Cerise jumps to the worst conclusion, unleashes fury, then realizes her mistake while Jio quietly revels in the chaos.
The farmhouse stood quiet in the late afternoon glow, bathed in soft amber light. A faint breeze stirred the curtains, carrying with it the distant hum of the forest. The stillness was only broken by the slow creak of the front door as Lance pushed it open, supporting Rosemary with one arm.
“Easy...” he murmured, glancing down at her. His obsidian purple eyes softened with concern.
“Tch. I’m fine.” Rosemary grumbled, though her pale features said otherwise. One hand pressed against her side, a dark stain seeping through her shirt. Her rose-red hair, usually vibrant, clung to her cheek with sweat.
“You took a hit from Apophis. You’re not fine.” Lance’s tone left no room for argument. He tightened his hold when she stumbled. “Come on, your room’s closer. You’ll be more comfortable there.”
Rosemary scowled but didn’t protest. The journey back from the Crimson Badlands had been rough. The encounter with Apophis had left her winded, the creature’s strike tearing through her defenses and leaving a gash along her hip. If Lance hadn’t been there... she shook the thought away.
As they entered the farmhouse, Rosemary glanced around. The place was quiet. Too quiet.
“Huh. Cerise isn’t here?” she muttered, wincing as she lowered herself onto the bed in her room.
“She must’ve gone out.” Lance said, fetching a roll of bandages and a bowl of water from the washstand. “We’ll get you patched up before she’s back.”
Rosemary lay back with a groan. “Just hurry up. I want to sleep after this.”
Lance knelt beside her, his hands deft but gentle. “Try not to move. This might sting.”
Meanwhile, outside the farmhouse...
The front door clicked open. Cerise stepped inside, brushing a strand of beige blond hair from her face. Her twilight-hued eyes swept the room, noting the faint scuffs on the floor, a sign of recent arrival.
“Rosie?” she called out.
A faint voice answered from down the hall.
“Hey, Sis! I’m here! Lance’s with me!”
Cerise raised a brow, slipping off her bonnet. So they’re back. A faint smile tugged at her lips. “Lance, you staying for dinner?”
“If it’s not too much trouble, then I accept. Thank you, Cerise.” came Lance's muffled reply.
Before Cerise could respond, the door behind her creaked. She turned and her expression softened immediately.
“Jio.”
The brooding figure stepped in, his dark attire blending with the farmhouse shadows. His green eyes held their usual quiet intensity, but his expression softened when he saw her. Without a word, he closed the distance, wrapping his arms around her waist with practiced ease.
“I missed you.” he murmured, voice low and warm.
Cerise chuckled, resting a hand on his chest. “You've literally seen me four hours ago.”
“Four hours is too long.”
A rare smile played at Cerise’s lips. “You're impossible.”
“I know.”
Their quiet moment lingered until Jio glanced toward the kitchen. “Need help with dinner?”
Cerise’s expression brightened. “I’d love that.”
An Hour Later...
The scent of a warm meal filled the farmhouse. The table was set. Cerise wiped her hands on a cloth, glancing at Jio, who was placing the last dish.
“I’ll get them.” she said, moving toward Rosemary’s room.
With her usual composed demeanor, she knocked on the door, voice calm but firm.
“Rosie. Lance. Dinner’s ready. If you don’t come out now, it’s going to get cold.”
Inside, Lance’s focused voice responded, “Hold still. I know what I’m doing.”
Rosemary’s sharp retort followed, “Easy for you to say! Just hurry up and finish already!”
Cerise paused. What?
Her brows furrowed as she leaned in.
“Ah—OW! Lance, gentle!”
“You could have told me it hurt there. I’m not a mind reader.”
Cerise’s eyes narrowed, suspicion prickling at the edges of her calm.
...The hell?
“I’ll do it myself!”, Rosemary snapped.
“Absolutely not." Lance said firmly. “You’ll mess it up. Lie down.”
Cerise froze. Her expression darkened.
Lie down?
“I still want to breathe when you’re done!” Rosemary growled.
“Relax. I’ve done this plenty of times. Trust me.” Lance’s teasing tone followed.
Cerise’s entire body stiffened.
“…What the actual—”
“Move your legs to the side. It’s hard to reach from this angle.” Lance murmured.
“Ugh… Fine. Just get in between—”
BAM!
The door SLAMMED open.
Cerise stood there, deadly aura radiating from her, twilight eyes sharp as blades.
“WHAT. THE. HELL. ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER, YOU—”
The room fell silent.
Lance blinked, still holding a roll of bandages. Rosemary sat on the bed, skirt slightly lifted to reveal the fresh bandage along her injured hip.
“…Cerise?”, Lance said slowly.
Rosemary tilted her head, confusion written all over her face. “Sis? Uh… you good?”
Cerise’s expression shifted from cold fury to blank realization. A faint blush touched her cheeks.
“…Oh.”
Without another word, she shut the door with a swift snap.
“Never mind. Dinner’s ready. Be out in five.”
Back in the Kitchen...
Jio glanced up from the plates, eyes narrowing slightly. “Everything alright?”
Cerise, face a mask of calm composure, poured herself tea. “Nope.”
Jio studied her for a moment. The corners of his mouth twitched. “You thought they were...?”
“Don’t.” Cerise’s voice remained flat, but the faintest flush on her cheeks betrayed her.
Jio let out a low chuckle. “You’re more overprotective than I thought.”
“Shut up.”
Meanwhile, in Rosemary’s Room...
Rosemary stared at the closed door. “What the hell was that about?”
Lance secured the final knot in the bandage, glancing at her with a teasing smile.
“Maybe she thought you were dying in here with all that noise.”
Rosemary groaned, flopping back onto the bed. “More like she thought you were killing me.”
Lance chuckled, brushing the strands from her face. “Her overprotectiveness is admirable. But I’ll have to work harder to prove I can handle you properly.”
Rosemary glared at him, cheeks flushing.
“Tch. Shut up.”
Later That Evening...
The air in the farmhouse kitchen had settled into a calm warmth as dinner finally commenced. The aroma of Cerise’s cooking filled the room, and soft clinks of cutlery echoed against the wooden walls. Rosemary sat at the table, pale but composed, her side wrapped in fresh bandages. Lance sat beside her, his movements calm and measured, occasionally glancing at her with quiet concern.
Cerise sat opposite them, maintaining her usual composed expression, though her eyes flicked to Lance every now and then—narrow, warning. Lance, for his part, met those looks with a steady gaze, though the tension in his shoulders suggested he felt the weight behind them.
Jio sat next to Cerise, his posture relaxed, arms folded across his chest as he watched the others eat. Every so often, he would glance at Cerise, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The memory of what he’d overheard from the hallway still lingered.
Cerise, however, kept her face stoic. She reached for her cup of tea, raising it with practiced calm.
But then, Jio leaned closer, lowering his voice so only Cerise could hear, his smirk deepening.
“Quite the scene you made earlier.”
Cerise froze, the cup halting just before her lips. Slowly, she turned her head, her twilight-hued eyes narrowing with a sharp glint.
Jio’s shoulders trembled slightly—slightly—as if he were struggling to contain his amusement.
And that was all it took.
Jio stiffened, the smirk faltering as sharp pain flared in his thigh. Cerise’s hand, deceptively delicate in appearance, had clamped down with surprising strength beneath the table. Her nails pressed just enough to make her point without drawing attention.
Jio inhaled sharply through his nose, glancing down before giving Cerise a sideways look. But she only sipped her tea with perfect composure, not even glancing in his direction.
Lance and Rosemary continued eating in silence, pretending not to notice the exchange.
Jio exhaled a slow breath, a begrudging chuckle escaping. “Noted.”
The moment passed, leaving the room quiet again—at least for a while.
Then Cerise lowered her cup, eyes sharpening as she turned her gaze toward Rosemary.
“Now then.” she began, her tone calm but carrying an unmistakable edge. “Mind explaining to me why you’re injured, Rose?”
Rosemary, who had been focused on her food, stiffened.
“Uh...", She glanced at Lance briefly, hoping for some backup, but when she noticed the pointed stare Cerise was giving her, a bead of sweat rolled down her temple.
“Well, you see—”
“Rosemary.” Cerise’s voice dropped a note lower.
Rosemary groaned, slumping forward slightly but straightening up when she realized Cerise’s glare was only intensifying.
“Okay, okay! We had a little run-in with Apophis. It wasn’t a big deal—”
“Not a big deal?” Cerise repeated slowly, her eyes narrowing further.
Rosemary laughed nervously, scratching the back of her head. “I mean... it could’ve been worse?”
Cerise didn’t respond immediately. Instead, her sharp gaze shifted to Lance.
Lance, who had been quietly eating, paused mid-bite. He lowered his fork with deliberate care, meeting Cerise’s gaze head-on.
The room grew still.
Cerise’s look wasn’t just one of inquiry—it was a silent reminder, one that said: You were there. You let this happen. Explain.
Lance held her gaze for a moment longer before exhaling softly.
“The beast caught us by surprise. Rosemary fought well, but the wound wasn’t something we could avoid. I took care of it.”
Cerise’s eyes narrowed further, studying his expression for any sign of hesitation. Lance didn’t flinch.
After a long pause, Cerise leaned back in her chair.
“Hmph. I see.”
But the intensity of her gaze didn’t waver.
Rosemary, still pale, glanced between the two of them, feeling the tension rising again.
“Uh—C’mon, Sis. It’s not like Lance wanted me to get hurt.”
Cerise gave a slow blink, gaze lingering on Lance for a few seconds longer before finally shifting back to Rosemary.
“...Fine. But next time, be more careful.”
Rosemary sighed in relief. “Yeah, yeah. Got it.”
Jio, watching the whole exchange with mild amusement, glanced sideways at Cerise. The faintest trace of a smile lingered on his lips.
Cerise caught the look and, without missing a beat, gave him a subtle side-eye warning.
Jio chuckled under his breath.
The conversation shifted back to lighter topics, but an unspoken tension lingered. Cerise’s sharp gaze had delivered its message clearly—she would always be watching.
Lance returned to his meal in silence, his hand brushing lightly against Rosemary’s, a silent promise that next time, he would be ready.
Ima be real with you. I don’t like how this one turned out (and this is the second attempt).
I don’t know why it feels wrong, maybe it’s the line-art, or the lack of details I don’t know how to layer it, or the color. Maybe I’ll just post mostly sketches (I feel the happiest doing it)
Anyways sad/rant bit aside, these are my farmer save files (Under more). I’ll try make some small comic/doodles of these four doing stuff/interactions in stardew valley later with their details.
😁, I Really love things like this. I think I might do the same for my Farmer
Random headcanon for my farmer:
She has two very different styles,
A soil soaked, workin’ 9 till 5 (more like 7 till 12), been in the mines all day, happy I’m still breathing farming style
And her usual wear which is more lady like, all sundresses and hair loose, wearing her glasses instead of contacts.
Thing is, because of the glassen and the overal difference in styles, the people don’t realise it’s the same woman, creating a superman & Clark Kent situation
I think it’s especially funny in a romantic scenario, just imagine one of the bachelors being curious who this mystery woman is that’s seated at the bar, they have definitely never seen her before
that bottom corner bothers the heck outta me !!
there isn't enough space to fix it ☹
finally unlocked one of my new mods in game ♡ mod - law & order SV
STARTER FARMHOUSE DESIGN #1
✨ a small sims / stardew valley crossover ✨
I have a mod that allows you to adopt with krobus and a AT pack that makes the kids look like shadow creatures because the idea of you and krobus raising orphaned shadow children is just too cute
My farmer with Alex she likes them dumb but she loves him
the consequences of desire
restorations // chapter three
read on ao3 here!
on my fifth day in the valley, i opened my mailbox to see a flyer informing me that a mine had opened up on the mountaintop. after grabbing my pickaxe and a few parsnips, i made my way up the mountain to be greeted by an older man with an eyepatch.
he introduced himself as marlon and warned me about the dangers i’d face below. with the wimpy sword he’d given me to protect myself with, i swallowed my fears and descended.
i’d already nearly exhausted myself on the third floor. just my luck, i’d supposed. i swung my sword wildly as a bat nearly knocked me off my feet. i reached in my pack for a parsnip, only to find that i’d brought only three with me, all of which i had already eaten.
gone already? what is wrong with me today? i thought to myself.
it suddenly occurred to me just how unprepared for the strength and energy that was required for this journey i was, leaving aside the simple fact that i had barely any of the required materials… my pickaxe was far too weak, my sword was falling apart, and i’d only just finished growing my first batch of parsnips (ninety percent of which i’d sold to lewis that morning).
these are the reasons i gave myself as why it was okay that i’d woken up in Harvey's arms as he carried me out of the mines and into town, maru trailing behind him with a worried look on her face.
i floated in and out of consciousness as we walked past the large house on the mountaintop, past the old, broken down community center, and finally toward the door of the clinic where he readjusted our positions so he could unlock his door.
i groaned as he cradled me in his arms and saw him look down at me, almost frightened.
the last thing i remember before everything going dark is making eye contact with the doctor as he walked us across the threshold of his clinic.
–
when i opened my eyes next, i was in a hospital bed with Harvey leaning over me.
he didn’t notice me open my eyes immediately so i just regarded him for a moment. i think he could feel my eyes on him after a moment because he suddenly remembered himself, his body covering mine in a way far too intimate for a doctor and his patient.
he tensed and i couldn’t help but reach up to touch his shoulder in an attempt to try to get him to relax a bit. he regarded my hand for a minute before meeting my eyes.
with a huffed breath, he whispered “hi. um, you got in an accident today. when maru found you in the mines, it appeared as though you’d been knocked out. by what, we still don’t know. i was able to repair all of your injuries without much trouble. do you have any insurance? i’ll need to bill you for the service.”
he paused for a moment before saying, “you know what? nevermind. let’s worry about that later. how much pain are you in? do you need more penicillin? i can get you some acetaminophen or maybe some benadryl but it’s a little late in the day–”
i was obviously still high as shit from the effects of whatever kind of drug the doctor must’ve put me under because in the middle of his diatribe, i brought up a finger to his lips and shushed him.
he seemed surprised at first, maybe even a little rattled, but softened almost immediately. “you’re right. i’m sorry, Calliope. i’ve been hovering, and i should give you some time to rest. or, at least, some time to be alone. maru told me that you have plans tonight at the saloon.”
had i not been “up in the clouds,” as it were, i might’ve wondered why the town doctor had asked his colleague if i’d had plans tonight, but as such, i simply said “come with me.”
his eyes had wandered to where my fingers had landed following their personal space invasion but snapped back to mine as he processed my words.
“n-no. i.. i couldn’t. i wouldn’t want to intrude on you four. and.. i wouldn’t feel comfortable. the old man in the corner… you’d feel obligated to include me in conversation and it’d make you miserable,” he said, taking a step away from the bed, and, suddenly, the room temperature dropped noticeably.
“wait,” i said, sitting up (and immediately wincing), “it’s not going to be like that. i promise. plus, it won’t be four of us and you. sebastian’s not coming. something about a looming deadline. it’ll be me, sam, and abby. and you. hopefully. and i need someone else there so that i don’t get caught third wheeling! they haven’t admitted it… but there’s something going on there, i just know it…”
as i conspired about a budding relationship between two of my neighbors, i turned my head and began chewing on my fingernails, a habit i’d picked up as an anxious eight-year-old and hadn’t been able to kick since. i had, however, not done it in public since fifteen.
when i finally realized that i was, of course, not alone, i immediately pulled my fingers out of my mouth and felt my face get hot with embarrassment. i couldn’t look him in the eyes as i mumbled an apology.
his mouth parted in a small smile before saying, “don’t be. i think it’s cute.”
my eyes widened, my head snapping over to him again. “what?” i said.
it seemed the doctor, too, was rendered speechless. he swallowed before pausing, as if to make up an excuse. finally, he said, “well! you are all patched up and free to go. let me know if you need anything else from me, Calliope.”
before i could reply, he turned on his heel and practically ran out of the room.
minutes later, i walked out into the waiting room of the small clinic, after gathering my things and ensuring i looked decent enough for the outside world. Harvey was there, and appeared to be busying himself with various papers.
i didn’t manage to catch his eye, but before walking out, i repeated my offer to him.
“just think about it,” i finally said. without a look back, i left the clinic, still in pain, definitely exhausted, and scared as hell that i might just fall in love after all.
the consequences of desire
read it on ao3 here!
i moved to the valley in the spring. it was so full of life, and nothing like i remembered it. the people i met were kind - for the most part. this is exactly what i was looking for, i thought to myself.
as i meandered around on my first day in town, i caught sight of him. clad in a forest green blazer and an orange… no, bronze tie, he sat on a bench in the park by the old, battered community center. i was tempted to approach him, but i didn’t dare.
it’s true that i fall in love easily. my mother used to say i must have been blessed by aphrodite. it sounds great to fall in love like that, but the other part, the part no one considers, is the falling out of love. to feel my heart break over and over again was torture, so, before moving to the valley, i’d decided to lock my heart away, to keep her safe from harm.
so yes, i decided not to approach him out of a fear that i’d fall just as naturally as breathing.
and it was easy, at first, to avoid him. he keeps weird hours, the doctor. so when i’d finally visited the saloon, on the first rainy day in the spring of my first year, the mayor asked me if i’d met everyone in town yet, i’d simply said no. i’d been busy. he’d understood, of course, but when he had asked me who i hadn’t met yet, i’d told him only to have him escort me to where he was sitting at the bar, sleeves rolled up, hair disheveled, and nursing a half-full glass of red wine.
“i’ll let the two of you get to know each other,” the mayor said with a smile before returning to the rancher sitting patiently at his table.
i caught the attention of the barmaid and said “i’ll have what he’s having!” emily smiled and nodded before walking away.
when i finally looked over at him, the doctor was already looking at me. watching me. he looked like he was running some calculations in his head.
i blushed before saying “what? do i have something in my teeth? oh, yoba, that’s so embarrassing!”
he laughed quietly before shaking his head and saying “no. no. nothing like that. i was just trying to figure out why you hadn’t introduced yourself to me yet.”
my eyes widened and i stuttered out “i-i.. i’ve been busy! lots to do on that farm. i’m sure you’ve seen it. it’s hideous!” i paused and sighed before saying weakly, “no. no, not hideous. but. um. i’ve been busy. really.”
“oh. okay. well, good, then. i was a bit worried you were avoiding me–oh my. how rude of me. i haven’t even asked your name yet. do forgive me, please,” he said before looking down at his glass.
i flushed before saying “um, i’m Calliope. it means ‘beautifully-voiced,’ but my singing is about as impressive as my farm is right now… anyways, my friends all call me calli. you can call me whichever you prefer!” i smiled, slightly embarrassed of how i’d just rambled on about my name’s etymology to the man who had figured out that i was avoiding him. “um.. what’s your name, doctor?”
“Calliope is a beautiful name. i’m Harvey, the local doctor. although i suppose you figured as much calling me ‘doctor’ and all. um. it’s lovely to finally meet you, calliope.” he smiled at me, and his moustache bristled against his upper lip. not that i noticed. i didn’t notice his moustache or his stocky fingers tracing the rim of his glass or how his forearms looked with his sleeves rolled up.
i didn’t notice even one of those attractive qualities. how could i have when i was captivated by his eyes. the way his thick glasses magnified his eyes just enough that i could see that his eyes weren’t brown, they were amber. amber, my new favorite color.
when i eventually pulled my eyes away, i felt… lonely. but this was the problem, wasn’t it? i couldn’t get to know Harvey because i couldn’t fall in love because i couldn’t get my heart broken again. so, in favor of protecting myself, despite my heart’s desires, i paid for my drink, got up from my stool, and said “good night, doctor.”
i thought i heard a disappointed sigh before he responded “good night, Calliope.”
on my third day in pelican town, i walked home in the rain, alone.
hi everybody!!! new fic alertttt!!! this is coopted from my original harv drabbles so worry not. more of that cutie pie to come ;)
beating the heat
…this is just straight smut. pls be advised. (mdni!!!)
It was the week before the wedding, and you were both… excited, to say the least. You sat together on your couch avoiding the summer heat.
“Farmer,” he said.
“Yes?” you replied, looking over at him.
He made eye contact with you and traced your cheekbone lightly with his fingers. “Farmer…” he said again, but this time gutturally.
You suddenly understood what he wanted. But. Why let him have it so easy? You decided to play with your food, just a little.
“Yes?” you said before batting your eyes slowly.
“Farmer. I.. I want you,” Sam said quietly.
“Hmm…” you pretended to think about the offer before saying “I dunno… It might be too hot out for me to touch you.” You said with fake disappointment.
Then, “you know, it might even be too hot for me to be wearing all this heavy farm-wear…” You said before unclasping your overalls and letting the straps hang at your waist. You could feel Sam’s eyes glued to you as you pulled off your bulky tee shirt as well.
You fanned yourself briefly and said “Whew! Much better.”
Sam gaped at you and adjusted himself.
You saw him not-so-subtly adjust and smirked before saying “What, Sammy? Is there something you need?”
He flushed bright red before shaking his head and saying “n-no. No. I don’t need anything.” He knew that you liked to play this game sometimes and let you take the lead.
You stalked toward him before leaning down and tipping his chin up toward you. “Nothing? Hmm. A shame, really. I was going to ask if you wanted to use your favorite toy. That way I don’t have to touch you, and you get what you really want. Isn’t that what you want, my love? Some relief for that poor, aching cock of yours?”
Sam nodded his head vigorously into your hand before stuttering “Y-yes please, ma’am. That’s what I want. I want that so much.”
You smirked again and left the room, returning a minute later with the cock ring the two of you picked out together. It came with a remote, so you could have total control over him without even being in the same room together.
Sam was already breathless with the thought of you controlling every part of him. You sat down in the plush chair across the coffee table from him and instructed him to take off his shirt and pants. He did so immediately, discarding them behind the couch.
You looked directly at his tented boxers, and felt a little bad for the man. You were depriving him of some damn relief. He was to be your husband! You owed him this pleasure.
You crossed the room to kneel at his feet, but not before kissing him sweetly. “Now, be a good boy for me, okay? Listen to me, and I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Sam nodded eagerly in response.
As you rolled down his boxers, you watched his dick hit his stomach from arousal. You tsked and said “someone’s excited, hmm? Seems like you might deserve a little reward.”
He trembled and nodded “Please. Please?”
You smiled and licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. He groaned in response.
You grabbed the toy from the coffee table and unwrapped it. “Do you want it, baby?”
He nodded rapidly.
“Be a good boy, and use your words, Sammy.”
He shuddered. You knew he liked this game just as much as you did. “Yes, please, ma’am. Please, let me use my toy. Please. Please,” he said before throwing his head back on the couch.
He seemed very anxious to play, so you acquiesced to his request. After spitting on the toy, you, carefully, pushed it down to the base of his penis before strapping his balls into the toy as well.
He was panting now. “I- I need it. I need you, farmer. P-please. F-fuck. Fuck me, please.”
You stood up and asked “do you need restraints, or can you promise not to touch yourself for me, Sam?”
Sam shook his head and said “I’ll be good. I promise.”
“I know you will,” you replied before kissing his forehead and returning to your chair across the room.
“Are you ready?” you asked him.
He responded instantaneously. “Yes. Yes. Yes, I’m ready, ma’am.”
You smiled again and turned on the toy to its lowest setting. Over the sound of the vibrations, you heard Sam moan softly. He really was enjoying this. You loved seeing him like this. Yoba, it was starting to get you off.
Slowly, as he adjusted to the rhythm of the toy, you pulled off your own clothing, leaving the two of you both completely nude. Sam awoke from his trance to find you this way and shifted in his seat.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Are you- um. I- Uh.”
You traced patterns on your thighs and asked Sam “what do you want, my love? Tell me.”
He inhaled sharply before asking timidly, “Wi-will you touch yourself? I want to watch you. W-watch you make yourself feel good. I mean. I- uh. Fuck-” He shuddered again from the toy’s stimulation.
You chuckled before saying “Yes, my love. Whatever you want,” and opening your legs to give him a better view.
You started by caressing your inner thighs, and, when that felt like not enough, you stuck your fingers in your mouth then trailing them down to your core. You brushed over your clit and shuddered in anticipation. “Fuck,” you whispered before briefly dipping your fingers into your hole. You sighed, and Sam squeaked from the other side of the room. You had been so wound up, you’d forgotten that he was there, struggling in silence.
You immediately pulled your fingers away and picked up the remote again.
“Did you like that, Sam?” You amped up the power on the toy. “Did me playing with myself arouse you?” You upped the power again. “Did it make your pretty cock pulse?” Up the power.
Sam yelped. “Y-Yes.. Yes. Fuck. Yes, ma’am. Fuck!”
You upped the power once more, to the highest setting before setting it down next to you and plunging your fingers back into yourself. “Mmmm. I bet it did, you slut. You like watching, huh? Your dick hardens just thinking about me pleasing myself, doesn’t it?”
Sam yelped, louder this time. “FUCK! Fuck. Fuck y-yes. Yes! You.. FUCK. You pleasing yourself.. It gets me off. Fuck! Fuck. Farmer. Farmer, pl-please. Please come here. FUCK!”
You played with your clit for a minute more, just to make him squirm, before crossing the room to finish him off.
He was gasping for air by the time you reached him. “Baby. Baby. Please. Please. Fuck. Fuck me, please.”
You petted his hair and his head fell onto your chest. “Farmer…”
You smoothed out his hair before kneeling at his feet again. You spat on your hand and began to pump his neglected cock. His reaction to your touch was immediate. His whole body shuddered, and he moaned your name.
You kissed his tip before opening your mouth and taking as much of him as you could. He wasn’t very girthy, but his length more than made up for it. You pumped him again, covering as much of him in you as possible.
He whimpered, and you knew he was close. “Farmer…” he squeaked out. “Fuck. Fuck! Please…”
You had saved this as your final trick… You removed your lips from his length and attached them to his balls, sucking lightly. This was his favorite. The first time you were together, he came as soon as you slightly grazed his balls. He’d been embarrassed, but you’d known that this secret would come in handy when he was close to finishing.
While your mouth sucked at his balls, you used your hands to pump him applying slight pressure. He was very vocal when at his limit, and this was it. He whimpered and groaned and shook and before you could come up for air, he had tapped your shoulder indicating he was about to cum.
You immediately reattached your lips to his cock and cradled his balls in your hands. You squeezed lightly, and he came in your mouth.
“Ah– Ah. Fu-Fuck. FUCK! Oh- oh Yoba.. Farmer…. Farmer..” he was out of breath, and, as you swallowed his cum, it was all he could do not to pass out from the sight. You kissed his thigh as you removed the toy. You then rubbed his thighs before standing up to get a towel and some water for your lovely partner.
Before you left, though, he grabbed onto your hand, looked you in the eyes, and said, “Farmer, I really, really love you. You know that right?”
You smiled and kissed his hand. “I love you, too, Sammy.”
OKAY UM YES. LOL. my first time writing a full-length scene I hope it is okay n i hope y'all like it LAWL ! lmk if u have any suggestions or anything i am new at this so any advice is awesome !! thank u :3
everyone's blond husband <3
When you first met him, you were a bit overwhelmed by his “pep.” The boy with the spiky, blond hair who always wore a smile despite his ever-healing lip piercing. He did have a wonderful smile. No wonder he was always showing it off. It made you smile to yourself, just thinking about it.
In your first year on the farm, you were swamped with work. From chopping down trees to make room for sprinklers to trying your best to fix up the old community center in the middle of town, you’d just barely make it into bed on time every night. This meant you had barely any time to meet your neighbors, much less get to know them. Your over excited neighbor, however, seemed to have made it his mission to spend as much time with you as possible.
One day, in mid summer, when you were replanting melon seeds, his shadow darkened your property. You’d heard him coming before you saw him; he’d been humming to himself a song he’d been writing for his band. He had asked you, in the spring, what genre of music you liked and you’d tried to answer in a way that he would’ve approved of: “hi-energy dance music.” He seemed to accept this answer and promptly started writing such a song with his long-time best friend.
“Hey,” he said as he approached.
You greeted him without looking up from your field, “hi, Sunshine.”
This was a nickname you’d started calling him after he’d lost at pool for the seventh time in the three weeks you’d known him. You had always known him as a ray of sunshine, but when he lost at pool, he seemed to get downright depressed. The nickname was born from insistent teasing, but after a while, it became a pet name of sorts.
The boy rolled his eyes when he heard the nickname but you could swear you saw his cheeks tinge pink in the afternoon sun.
“Whaddya need? I have about fifty more seeds to plant today, but then I can hang out if you want,” you said, face buried in your work.
“Hmm,” he said. Then, “can I help? I dunno how you want me to plant, but maybe I could water some of them? …if that’d be helpful, I mean.”
You looked up at him. “Yea. Yea, that’d be great. Thanks, Sunshine,” you said and smiled at him.
He smiled back at you and picked up the copper watering can that had been discarded early in the morning when you found your crops ripe to be plucked.
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About an hour later, you had both finished your chores, and you were sitting on your porch while he stood in front of you. You leaned in just enough to examine each of his features closely. He was quite beautiful, you thought to yourself. His silver lip ring, his enormous blue eyes, his golden hair, covered up today with a baseball cap. You reached over and pulled it off his head. He started.
“Why did you do that?” he asked.
You shrugged before saying “I wanted to see your face better.” You reached up to brush his hair out of his face and smiled. Suddenly, he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him. You were about to say something, but he kissed you, and it felt like you were on fire. He was maybe the third person you’d ever kissed and, by far, the best one.
He smiled brightly and said cheekily, “alright. I gotta go. Mom’s making dinner and she needs me to swing by the general store before she can start cooking.” He looked you up and down before simply saying “bye!” and turning on his heel.
HEHE hope u like it is my first sam post :3
lil Harvey drabble
it's late at night when you arrive at the clinic. harvey's at his desk, which you find peculiar. he's usually quite good about a work-life balance, even if he lives twelve stairs above his workspace. you knock on his door, but before hearing a response, you walk in. he looks... tired. you can see on his face that he's had a hard day. he looks up when you walk in and you see him relax a little.
he says, "just a minute. i've got to finish this report before I can close up for the night."
you nod, and sit down in front of him. you've never noticed how big he is before. he's handsome. a thought you've had before, but never one you'd really spent any time thinking about.
finally, he looks up again. he smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. you instinctively reach over and grab his hand in yours. your embarrassment is instantaneous. you attempt to pull your hand away, but he's already intertwined your fingers together.
you look up at him. he's already looking at you. the way he's looking... it takes your breath away. he's handsome.
"i think you're very pretty, doctor," you say, matter-of-factly.
he goes red immediately.
oh shit. "have I made you uncomfortable? I'm so sorry, doctor. i- it was never my intent to do so. please forgive me, i-"
you suddenly look down. he hasn't extricated himself from your hold. you look back up at him, blushing crimson. "doctor?"
"yes?"
you take a deep breath and say, "you're still holding my hand."
he looks down and back up at you again before simply stating "i like holding your hand."
HEHE i hope u like i just write wtv comes to mind SO IG this is it atm >:)
*me in summer year 1 with lv 5 mining, forgeing, and fishing vs my lv 1 farming
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