Art request for the lovely @mongoosingisme who wanted me to draw their Elliot x Reader fic that you can read here! I'm obsessed with their fics and also they're a lovely sweet person who you should check out!!!
I went a little nuts on this one but I was having so much fun with all the little details (and drawing Elliot looming over my farmer for my own amusement).
I'm also taking more sketch requests for people who send me $30 or more to my Ko-Fi ā¤ļø Click here for examples and more info!
So I recently got the most lovely commission back from @g0blinsprout for a piece of Harvey dad fluff I wrote a few months back and I'm just... so very happy with it.
If you would also like to read the chapter (it's stand alone), it can be found here
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I feel like we haven't really seen any Darcy/Jas interactions, right? How do they get along?
This ask inspired me to draw Darcy and Jas together, I'd never drawn them interacting before!!!
Gonna brain dump some SDV headcanon's that I get way too into so you can look at it below the cut āļøāØ
In my very loose, ever-changing timeline of Darcy's story and relationships with everyone in town, I think Darcy and Jas would have a close relationship once Shane starts to trust and hang out with the Farmer himself.
Darcy in my mind has a very distant and rocky relationship with their family, low effort kind of family. They moved away from ZuZu City to fix up their grandfather's old farm to sell, but decided to plant roots permanently in The Valley and try their hand at farming.
Darcy didn't have any strong relationships with their siblings so I feel like when Jas and Darcy finally form a bond it's a relationship that becomes really important for the both of them. I think it's more of a big brother/little sister or niece/cool uncle or auntie relationship than a parental one. I really love the dynamic of Marnie's house where it's 3 people in this chosen family and the Farmer just adds onto that. They're ALL a family, unconventional and all being Jas's support system.
Building off the game, Jas at 0 hearts won't say anything to you until after you get to know her a little more, and I read that as her being very stand-offish and even scared of speaking to people she doesn't know. With the people she knows, she's a creative and sensitive kid with big big feelings (she's also a velcro kid imo).
She's at that age where she's becoming more independent and I think she's kind of absorbed a bit of Shane-isms while living with him and mimicking his behaviors, sometimes cussing or saying something extremely pointed and blunt. Of course, she's also traumatized and her home life with Shane and Marnie is unpredictable and chaotic because of his substance abuse so I think she's really stand-offish with most people because she doesn't expect most people in her life to stay, but gets really clingy once she opens up.
Darcy I feel tries to interact with everyone in town, always saying hello and being friendly, but if they see someone clearly not wanting to continue the interaction, they'll move on and let them be. A lot of their initial interactions with Jas probably involved a lot of staring out from behind cover (a leg, around a corner...) or a side eye. Eventually it would become Jas staring at them but clearly warming up to them, but still too shy to approach. But once Jas starts seeing them more often, when the barrier comes down, I think Jas would get VERY attached to Darcy and Darcy becomes super protective of her.
ANYWAY thanks for sending me this ask, I got way way way into thinking about this so thanks for indulging me ā¤ļø
In case you haven't seen @g0blinsprout OC Darcy working out with Shane at Joja Mart you're missing out.
Anyway I wrote about it.
Shane/nb oc Darcy . 1000 words. Sex - OC has a vagina - PIV - Oral sex - no plot just porn
"You think I don't know what you're doing?"
It barely took a growl, when Shane grabbed Darcy's arm to bring them to the backroom.
"Walkin' around dressed like that while I'm here working?"
They walked in on Shane working in the aisle, exactly where they were expecting him, flaunting their thin summer dress.
They were already pressed against a cold wall, Shane's boiler suit wide open, his cock springing out to press himself against them.
"Not even wearing any underwear." He groaned through gritted teeth, his hand bunching up the light fabric for his fingers to graze their shivering skin. "Tryna wind me up huh? All innocent like, with your ass and your pussy all free like that?"
Darcy choked a moaning sob, their face between the wall and Shane's warm breath, tensed and sweltering body, his fingers stroking the glaze between their lips, his arm keeping them against the wall.
"You're so fucking wet already." He said with a chuckle. "Thinkin' about it all the way from the farm huh?" He lifted his hand to them, showing the shining thread of slick between his fingers. "See how wet y'are?" He grinned, biting his lips like he was stopping himself from licking it all.
"Sh-Shaneā¦" Darcy tried to articulate, his hand quickly slapped their mouth at the same time his girth made his way in them, all warm, slick, welcoming.
"Quiet." He whispered. "Don't wanna get me fired over some -fuck- over your perfect pussy." He was already straining, feeling Darcy clench at the sound of his low and commanding voice, his cock halfway inside them.
His thighs collided with theirs when his leaking pudgey tip finally drove home, getting a breathless cry out of Darcy who was already trembling. They arched, positioning themselves to get the best of Shane's cock, making sure they'd match his thrusts he was voluntarily keeping slow, trying to accelerate themselves.
"You want it so bad." He grinned, bending over Darcy, holding their waist, their stomach, under the summer dress. Playing with their eagerness, their hunger. "Makin' your way here just to - ah - fuck - cream on my cock."
Darcy huffed, hiding a whine, and grabbed Shane's hand resting on their waist. "Then give it to me!" They ordered, moving their ass against his wet thighs. "Give it to me like I know you can, Shane."
Barely hiding a shake in his hips, Shane recovered, grabbing Darcy's waist, his fingers digging into their sweaty flesh. "Yeah?" He taunted, lifting them without any effort, his throbbing length still buried into them to bring them to a table, helping them up, bending them, face against the cold metal.
He pushed on their back, replacing himself inside them, and with a grunt, his flesh slapped noisily against their, coaxing a cry out of Darcy. "Quiet!" Shane repeated, a smile open on his gritted jaw. "'S'that what you wanted?" His thrusts prevented any answers, bullying, demanding, bruising, pushing sounds and air out of Darcy's throat whose eyes rolled as they received Shane's hammering hips, pounding girth in their pooling wetness dripping down their thighs.
"Fuckā¦Darcyā¦" Shane panted, drooling, his eyes blurred on Darcy's back and jiggling ass, drunk on their warmth, one hand grasping at the pastel fabric, almost ripping it, his other hand close to break the skin, bruising the flesh. "F-fuckā¦" His sweat fell on their back arching, shaking, their body a slave to Shane's violent thrusts, drool down their smiling lips unable to articulate any coherent word, moans and cries answers to Shane's own grunts and growing whimpers.
Brutal and greedy slaps resonated in the backroom as Shane growled, more wet slap, plap plap plap, over a rain of swear words and whimpers and praises. "Fuck Darcy yes - Fuck - Fuck your pussy's perfect - DarcyĀ fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" And with one ultimate thrust Shane trembled, shooting hot ropes of cum into Darcy's quivering and puffy little cunt.
Shane fell on Darcy, his heart ready to break through his ribcage, feeling Darcy's own labored breathing, their thighs shaking, their involuntary clenching almost pushing Shane's sensitive leaking exhausted dick out of them.
"Shaneā¦" Darcy tried to exhale.
"M'not done with ya." Shane lifted himself up, pulling Darcy's dress to throw it away and turned them to him.
"Shane!" Was all that Darcy managed to say when they ended up on their back, ass lifted to Shane now licking his lips, looking at Darcy's pussy leaking with his cum. "Ah!"
Shane launched himself on their cunt like a starved man, tongue lapping like a parched dog between their puffy lips, flicking at their overstimulated clit, his stubble a burning friction on their skin.
His grunts met their whines, Shane pining their shoulder to the table, their other hand trying to muffle their lewd cries, victim to Shane's eager mouth and masterful tongue fucking them with as much intensity as with his hips.
Darcy exploded, legs shaking around Shane's head keeping his mouth on their pussy expelling their release, toes curling, heart stopping before air came back in their lungs to cry out and plea.
"Sh-Shane!Ā Aah!!"
He's not releasing them, their juice and his cum drooling from his lips and their cunt down to their thighs, their stomach.
Standing on shaking legs in the middle of the backroom now filled with sex, Darcy slipped into their summer dress, fluids falling down their thighs making them shiver. The bite of Shane's fingers, teeth, tongue, entire body, still on their skin and their core.
"S'that what you were expecting?" Shane asked, zipping up his boiler suit.
"Certainly hoping." They said, grazing their fingers shyly on Shane's hands. "Are you going to let me shop now?"
"Like you came here to shop." He chortled, but their grin didn't change. "R-right?"
Darcy's smile deepened, they shook their head, bringing Shane's cheek to them. "Of course not, you idiot." They whispered, kissing his cheek. "I'll see you at the farm?"
A slap on their bare butt under the thin cloth, letting them outside the backroom. "You betcha."
Requested by: For the incredible @g0blinsprout, who not only makes some of the best Shane art out there, but also lets me borrow their OC on the regular. Thank you for letting me play with Darcy <3
If Darcy was thinking straight they could probably tell you how they ended up in their current position. Something somethingā¦ move to a new place, something somethingā¦ meet some new folks, something somethingā¦ make some friends, something somethingā¦ a half-drunk threesome that morphed into something else.
The usual.
But Darcy wasnāt thinking clearly, and the reason they werenāt was because they were currently kneeling blindfolded with someoneās fingers in their mouth.
Okay, not someoneās fingers. It was either Elliottās or Shaneās. It was a game, and the goal was to guess whose fingers they were.
Easy, right? Their fingers are so different. Elliottās all long and slender and nimble, Shaneās thick and strong and calloused. No brainer.
Except once Elliott said ābe good and suck for us,ā and Shane laughed in that low way of his, Darcyās mind sort of shattered into a million pieces.
Focus, they thought as the fingers began to pulse. Two: a middle and an index. It was harder than youād think to tell how wide they were, and Darcyās mind was too focused on the way they moved, in and out, pressing down on their tongue as they pursed their lips, to spare much thought as to whether they were calloused or not.
āAny guesses?ā Elliott. Darcy had to resist the urge to swing their head in the direction of his voice. Did he sound close, close enough to get his fingers in their mouth? The blindfold made everything so disorienting, made it harder to trust their ability to correctly discern where sounds were coming from.Ā
Then the fingers pressed in deeper, and Darcy had to focus on not gagging. The move shot a trill of pleasure through their pussy and a rush of victory through their chest.Ā
That was totally a Shane move.
āShane!ā they exclaimed, voice almost unintelligible with the way his fingers filled their mouth.Ā
Elliott made a sound of approval as Shane pulled his fingers out. āFuckinā drooling all over me,ā he said, but Darcy could hear his smile.
āMaybe donāt shove your fingers so far back next time.ā Darcy was smiling too. It was hard not to, when things were like this. There was no way to ignore the bubble of joy in their chest when they were together with Elliott and Shane. It never got old, being the center of their attention.
Though sometimes the squabbling could be a bit much.
ā32 seconds,ā said Elliott. Darcy turned their head toward his voice. āIs that my time to beat?ā
Shaneās outraged sound had Darcy whipping their head back the other way. āYouāre fucking timing me?ā
āHow else will we know who won?ā Darcy could imagine the smug smile beneath Elliottās words.
āI thought the point was for Darcy to guess!ā It was like watching a tennis match in the dark.
āThe point is to stump our dear friend. You failed to do so.āĀ
Shane groaned and stomped towards the kitchen.
āAre you comfortable, darling?ā Elliottās quiet question came close to Darcyās ear. They shivered, nodded. āGood. Iāll go converse with my opponent - be a dear and stay here.ā
āSure,ā said Darcy, and resettled the cushion under their knees.
Quiet voices in the kitchen. Darcy strained, but they couldnāt make out words or tone. But then a laugh - Shane - and steps returning to where they knelt.
āReady for round two, baby?ā Shane sounded smug.Ā
āFire away!āĀ
Shane laughed again. āMouth open, love.ā Elliott, sounding close to Shane. Darcy let their mouth fall open, surprised by the sudden wash of vulnerability. In the middle of the room, no way to see, no way to know who was approaching, no way to tell what was coming nextā¦ Woooo. Kind of a rush. They flexed their fingers on their knees, relaxed their jaw, and waited.
Something hot and wet brushed against their bottom lip. It traced along their mouth, starting at one corner and dragging along to the other, the taste of salt left in its wake.Ā
āOpen wide.ā Shane. Above Darcy.Ā
āThere you go.ā Elliott. Right next to Shane. There was no way to tell whose cock was now pressing against Darcyās tongue.Ā
It moved slow, filling their mouth by degrees. Again, it should have been easy to tell whose it was. Elliott and Shane had very different cocks. Shouldnāt they feel different? But as Darcy closed their lips around the shaft, moaning a little at how good it felt to have their mouth filled up with slick skin and musk, they had to admit they didnāt have a clue who they were blowing.
The two hands in their hair didnāt exactly help matters.
Shane was definitely on the right, the firm way he pinched Darcyās hair between his fingers a dead giveaway. Which put Elliott on the left, his grip gentle for now, though Darcy knew that wasnāt necessarily how it would stay.
Then both hands moved in tandem, and Darcy found they didnāt really have much capacity to know anything at all.
They let the two hands guide their mouth forward, did their best to relax as the cock hit the back of their throat. Fucking incredible - the lack of sight made the stretch of their muscles feel so much more intense. A loosening in their neck, a tightening in their stomach, and Darcy shifted on their knees with the tension.
And then Shane or Elliott were pulling themselves out, drawing a string of drool along with them.Ā
āWell?ā said Shane. āAny guesses?ā
Darcy shook their head. āNot sure.ā
āRound two.ā Shane again, and that hot pressure was back on Darcyās tongue.
They tried to concentrate. Tried to gauge the thickness of the shaft, tried to notice how far back it hit in their throat. Shane was shorter but thicker, Elliott was longer and had a more prominent head. Surely Darcy should be able to tell some difference? But no, all they could feel was a smooth slide, a delicious constriction in their throat, and a light tickle of curls against their nose.
Again, a hand on either side of their head, holding them steady, not allowing retreat. They tried to let their shoulders relax, to simply accept, but tears were springing up in their eyes and there was no stopping the ragged sound in their throat. The pressure relieved itself immediately.
āShit, Darce, you okay?ā Shane.
āAlright there, love?ā Elliott.
āIām good, Iām good.ā Darcy waved off their concern. āStill not sure though, can I have another go?ā
āOf course.ā Elliott. Darcy opened their mouth, waited for the hands, but there were none. Instead, just that blunt tip again, holding steady against their lip. Darcy slipped their tongue against it, tracing the soft, damp skin. They considered for a minute, then decided more data was needed. Lips pursed now, circling around the shaft, trying to tell by circumference whether it was Shaneās or Elliottās.
āSo serious,ā said Elliott.
āHurry up,ā said Shane.Ā
Darcy would have rolled their eyes if they hadnāt been covered. The cock in their mouth twitched, a fresh taste of salt hit Darcyās tongue. They sucked, hard, and heard a faint groan above them.
They pulled their head back and grinned. āElliott,ā they said.
Shane laughed and ruffled Darcyās hair. āThere ya go, Darce. Figures he couldnāt keep his fucking mouth shut.ā
āLasted longer than you did, though.ā Elliottās tone was mild, but Darcy could imagine his smug smile. Shane scoffed as Elliott kept talking. āTwo for two, dear. Wonderfully done. Why donāt you sit back for a moment while we discuss again?ā
Darcy did just that, settling back to sit cross legged while the two fellas made for the kitchen. The second they left the room Darcy hitched up the bottom of the blindfold and watched them. Shane stood with his arms crossed, a shit-eating grin starting to spread across his face. Elliott was talking low, gesturing at great speed.Ā
Those two were up to something.Ā
Darcy resettled the blindfold and leaned back against the couch. Oh well. Whatever they were scheming, chances were good Darcy would be the one getting the best end of the bargain.
Turns out they were exactly right.
At least, thatās what they would have thought five minutes laterā¦ if they were capable of thought, that is. Darcy often found it hard to think when they had a couple dicks in them. Just one of those things.
The shift had been quick. Clothes - off. Hands and knees - on the floor. Mouth - open. A pair of hands on their head. A pair of hands on their hips. And then suddenly Darcy was full.
No talking this time. That was fine - Darcy probably couldnāt process the words anyway. How could they, with the way the man behind them was pounding into their pussy? Strong, steady thrusts, hips meeting ass again and again with a rhythmic slap that seemed so much more pronounced than Darcy had ever heard. Their stomach clenched with each movement, tendrils of yes snaking out into their chest and arms.Ā
The cock in their mouth wasnāt helping the general sense of overwhelm. It didnāt push as deep as before (assuming it was the same cock at all), but what it lacked in depth it made up for in force. In and out, pressure and release, saliva running over Darcyās lip as the hips in front of them found their tempo.
Itās not like this position was new to the three of them, but the mystery made the experience entirely novel. There was no predicting the force with which the cock in the back of Darcyās mouth would thrust, because there was no knowing who was behind it. And they couldnāt predict how quickly the fingers reaching around to circle at their clit would make them come because they didnāt know who the fingers belonged to. All they could do was feel it - the cock driving into their pussy, stretching them out and lighting them up with each thrust. The cock in their mouth, keeping its own rhythm, filling them deliciously and drawing tiny grunts from their throat. It was so much, such an onslaught to their limited senses, that Darcy could barely tell who they were anymore, much less who was on either side.
Then the fingers on their clit quickened, the hands in their hair tightened, someone said āfuck, Darce, you feel so fucking good,ā someone else groaned low and long and filthy, and something in Darcy broke apart. Liquid pleasure from their core to their throat, tension in their elbows, shaking in their thighs, and they clenched around what was inside of them and came with a muffled scream.
A sound of approval from behind them, and a swat to their backside. Shane Darcy thought dimly. Gotta be Shane. Gentle fingers in their hair confirmed that it must be Elliott in their mouth again.Ā
Both men seemed to be losing their rhythm. Darcyās nose bumped into a soft stomach as the cock in their mouth slid deeper (Shane?). Wide fingers splayed on Darcyās hips as the cock in their pussy drove in and froze (Elliott?). A feeling of filling, a feeling of full, and Darcy did their best to swallow what was pouring down their throat.
And then an emptiness, and two sets of hands arranging their body. Ass on the floor, back up against a broad, hairy chest. Shane. Gentle hands brushing their hair away from their face, taking off the blindfold. Elliott.
āHey,ā said Darcy.Ā
āHello,ā smiled Elliott.
Shane pressed a kiss to Darcyās shoulder, let his mouth rest there for a moment. Then: āSo who was who?ā
Darcy liked to be honest. āI donāt have a fucking clue.āĀ
āTwo and two then.ā Elliott settled in in front of Darcy, pulled their feet into his lap, and began to rub their soles. āSeems weāre even.āĀ
āWhat? That only counts as one!ā
Darcy felt a puff of warmth as Shane laughed into their shoulder. āTwo dicks, two points. I donāt make the rules.ā
āYes you fucking do!ā They swatted at Shaneās head, but he just laughed again and sucked a ticklish kiss at their neck.Ā
It was hard not to relax, then. To fall into Shaneās embrace and succumb to Elliottās attention. But before they fully gave in, Darcy had to know: āWho was who?ā
Elliott smirked, pressed his thumb into the ball of their foot. Shane worked another hickey into their neck. Neither said a word.Ā
Darcy found that they were quite alright with that.Ā
Sending you well wishes! Miss your content but love that you're taking care of yourself!ššš
Waaaah thank you so much for this ask!! I really appreciate it. I've actually been gone so long because I was busy getting married š„¹ā¤ļø
We've been partners since 2015 and decided to get married in 2025 for our 10th year together ā¤ļø It was amazing but also A LOT to handle, while also juggling mental health things. Just didn't have the energy to draw anything at all. But the wedding was all worth it!!!
Now that I don't have to plan I'll be back to drawing, my brain is just kinda mush still š« I miss drawing my big hairy chicken boy sm
Thanks for checking in on me again, it's so nice to know people enjoy my work and miss it. It means more than you know ā¤ļø
I was wondering how you were!!! Hope things get better
I forgot to respond to this augh it's just been a bit since I've had the bandwidth to post and interact with people.
Thank you for thinking of me and wishing me well š„¹ā¤ļø I'm okay, life is just busy right now with wedding planning and my energy is either going into that, or work.
Lately I've just not had the energy to post content. I'm just really tired all the time as my baseline even when I'm NOT doing very stressful things, so I've been drawing more for fun to relax and posting can make it feel like work š
Not posting just means I have LOTS of backlog to post tho, so after life slows down a little I'll be posting more often hopefully.
