#shane x reader

[mongoosingisme]

Title: Shearing Day

Rating: Explicit (MDNI)

Relationship: Shane/fem!Reader

Word Count: 7205

Summary: Shane has a hard time accepting you don't regret him. You make sure he knows the truth.

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You liked to think of yourself as a pretty resilient person. Shitty family, string of disappointing relationships, opportunity after opportunity that never quite panned out? It’s all good. Chin up, soldier. Keep it positive. Keep it moving. It was like a rubber band, right? If life pulled you out of shape, you’d snap right back into it.

Which is why you were a little annoyed with yourself when Shane started avoiding you after the gridball game.

You weren’t surprised. Could have predicted it. Maybe you did predict it. You knew there’d be ups and downs, bumps along the way. You’d handle them with grace and a cool head because you weren’t trying to fix Shane, you were just there to be with him.

And yet. 

He was ignoring your texts. And there’d been no sign of him at the saloon. You hadn’t bumped into him on the edges of the farm where he was “just taking a walk, can’t a guy take a walk?” Nada. 

He was avoiding you.

Even though it made sense, even though you predicted it, it still hurt. It’d meant something to you, that boundary you’d crossed together. You wanted it to mean something to him too.

If you were being completely honest, his silence also pissed you off. You were working on that. You wanted to give him grace, logic your way out of the insecurities that kept whispering that it was your fault, that he’d seen something in you that night that disgusted him, that his avoidance was about you and not him.

You were resilient, right? You could snap right back. So you tried not to ruminate on it. It was hard.

So was farming, it turned out.

You were trying to focus on sheep that day. Ten big, fluffy sheep sweltering in the summer sun. They had no business with so much wool on them this time of year, but the shearer from a few towns over kept putting you off and at this point you were sure they just weren’t going to come through.

“Do they look hot to you?”

You were asking Emily, who was currently walking amongst the sheep. She looked like a blue haired cartoon princess, handing out apple slices and giving scritches behind the ears. 

“They do look a little cozy for the weather, poor things. No word from the shearer?”

“Nope.” You let your lips pop on the “p.”

“Hmmm,” Emily said, rejoining you at the fence. She leaned back, faced the sun, eyes closed. “You could try asking Shane.”

You tried very hard to ignore the way your heart jumped at his name. “Shane?”

“Yeah, he used to help Marnie all the time. It’s been a while, but I bet he’d do it for you.” She gave you a sly look. “Give you an excuse to go track him down.”

Emily had been rooting for you and Shane ever since you first sat down next to him at the saloon. She’d known him since they were kids, had seen his ups and downs.

“You’re right… he‘s being a bit of a raccoon though.”

Emily nodded. You were referencing something she’d said when you first started chatting with Shane at the saloon. He’d brushed you off, left for the far side of the room. You’d tried not to let your hurt show, but Emily was Emily so of course she spotted it.

“This one time,” she’d said, leaning on the counter and wiping down a glass, “I found a raccoon with a broken leg, He would have died without my help, but he didn’t know that. All he knew was that I was big and scary and hurting him more than he was already hurting. He scratched my arm all up, but I don’t regret it.”

You were trying not to regret it.

“I guess that’s to be expected, though it’s hardly fair to you,” Emily said. “I know he’d help, though. He really is cuddly underneath it all.”

You thought about the way Shane had leaned against you that night, the way he’d interlaced his fingers with yours on the bus. About how he’d pressed his face into your neck as he touched you, as though grounding himself. About how it felt when he’d let his guard down and was just himself. Just Shane.

You sighed and looked out at the sheep. They really did look uncomfortable. “You’re right. Guess I’ll have to go find him.”

Emily clapped her hands in delight. “Perfect! They’re going to make the best fabric! Let me know how everything goes!”

You agreed, watched as your friend couldn’t help herself and went back for another round of cuddles. 

Finding Shane wasn’t going to be the problem. Figuring out what to say to him was.

—————-

You knew you could find Shane on the dock, so when night fell that’s where you went.

The fat gibbous moon lay close to the tree line, casting just enough light that you could see him there. Slumped in his jacket, bare feet dangling over the edge. You joined him, kicking off your sandals and letting your feet skim over the top of the water. You sat close enough that you could touch him if you wanted. Lean your arm against him, feel the warmth of his body, smell the unexpectedly fruity fragrance of his hair. 

You didn’t, though.

You didn’t say anything.

Shane didn’t say anything either.

The crickets around you chirped.

You heard an owl somewhere off in the distance.

“Hey.” You broke first, not able to stand the silence any longer.

Shane grunted in acknowledgment.

You wanted to grunt back. Wanted to ask him why he was avoiding you. Was it something you said? Something you did? Something wrong with your body, your personality, something wrong with you? You wanted to push him into the pond and fish him back out again and kiss him and peer inside his head and make him just talk to you.

Instead, you said: “Emily says you shear sheep?”

That got his attention, at least a little. “Yeah, I have.” His voice had a hollow quality to it. It brought your mind to rainy days and deep, deep holes.

“I’m getting nowhere with my shearer, and my gals look like they’re about to melt. I’d do it myself but I’m pretty sure I’d get a hoof in the eye.”

Shane’s face looked a little softer now, though it was hard to tell for sure in the moonlight. “Yeah, let me handle it. Emily’s day’d be ruined if you got blood on the fleece.”

“Thanks.” And then, because you couldn’t help it, you added “send me a messenger pigeon when you can come over, since your phone doesn’t seem to be working.”

Shane’s mouth twisted. “Yeah. Sorry.” 

You didn’t say anything.

Shane didn’t either.

A wet plop sounded across the pond. A bullfrog had jumped into the water.

“I miss you,” you said at the same time as Shane said “You probably want some space.”

You looked at each other for a moment. 

“Why?” Shane asked.

“Why?” you asked.

Shane slouched further into his jacket. “Figured I’d do you a favor and not make you have to let me down easy. You seem like the type who’d be all nice about it, but that just hurts more.”

You stared at him for a moment. “You’re rejecting yourself for me?”

Shane didn’t say anything, just stared out over the water.

You let out a frustrated breath. Where do you even go with that? “How about we pretend that I get to be in charge of how I respond to things and not you, huh?”

You could see the side of Shane’s mouth quirk up. “My way works better. Keeps the universe in balance.”

“The universe…. Shane, what are you talking about?”

“I have this theory.” Shane kept his eye trained out over the water. “There’s a balance to things, right? Nature and seasons and all that shit? It applies to people too. Everyone has a certain balance of good and bad that they get. If you get too much of one, the universe balances it out. I’ve had too much good lately, so I’m gonna get curbstomped real fucking soon. Might as well take the bull by the horns about it.”

“Shane…” You hardly knew where to start. “That is the most depressing thing I’ve ever heard.”

He smiled humorlessly. “Stick around, kid. I’m just getting started.”

“No need to go any further,” you said, “because your whole theory is bullshit.”

Shane shrugged. “The evidence bears out. Every time I get happy, the universe makes a correction. You’re next. There’s no way someone like you could put up with me for long. It’s like a rubber band. The longer I put things off, the harder it’s going to snap.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. You’ve got that thing about you, like you’re going to try and fix me, and when that doesn’t work you’ll get tired of it and…” He snapped his fingers. 

You gaped at him. You didn’t know if you wanted to comfort him or shake him. Of all the reasons Shane could have been avoiding you, assuming that you were going to reject him had never crossed your mind. Now that he’d said it, it made perfect sense. Of course he’d assume something good wouldn’t last. Of course he’d do everything he could to escape the sword he felt dangling above his head.

You hated it. Hated that he thought you were only there to fix him.

“I’m not… I'm not trying... is it that hard to believe that I just like you?”

“Yeah,” was his simple response.

“Shane…” you were grasping at the words now, trying to find a way to get around the voice in his head that was so much louder, so much more convincing than anything you had to say. “I really like being with you.”

“Don’t,” he said, and you felt a flash of annoyance at his quick rejection. “I know you think that for now, but you really don’t.”

You were spluttering a bit now. “I’m sorry, what? You know how I’m feeling better than I do?”

“I can see the signs,” is all he said.

“For fuck’s sake…” 

“It’s fine,” Shane said, his voice flat. “I’ll come by tomorrow and take care of the sheep. Thanks for the pity fuck. I’ll see you later.”

Excuse me?

You absolutely wanted to shake him now.

“I’m sorry, pity fuck!? Are you fucking kidding me?” It’d been a while since you’d felt angry like that, righteously vindicated, claws out and ready to tear in. “In what universe was that a pity fuck!?”

Shane didn’t answer. Didn’t look at you. Kept his eyes trained on the pond. 

It was infuriating. 

“You think I’ve got some kind of martyr complex?” You were on a roll now. “What, I just go around trying to fuck the sad out of everyone I meet? Who the fuck do you think I am? I wanted to be there with you, you absolute ass.” 

It felt good, in a way, to be so riled up. Like you could send some of that energy to Shane, sitting on the dock all quiet and still. Press your hands into his chest, resuscitate him, a defibrillator made of indignation and frustration.

He just stayed silent, staring out at the water. 

“Why the fuck do you think you get to tell me how I feel?”

He didn’t answer.

“It meant something to me.” You hated how small your voice sounded as you said it.

Shane gave you nothing. 

To think you’d sought him out. To think you were ready to forgive him for the silence, to understand, to make space, to grow together. 

Fuck

“You know what, don’t worry about it.” You got to your feet, shoved your sandals back on. “Don’t worry about a fucking thing. See you around.”

You looked back, once, as you clambered up the hill from the pond. Shane hadn’t moved. Still sitting there. Still staring out over the water.

You didn’t look back again.

——————

You hadn’t slept well that night. You couldn’t stop replaying your conversation with Shane in your mind. His world view. His assumption of rejection. The way he seemed so sure of how you felt, wouldn’t hear you say otherwise. The phrase “pity fuck.”

You hated it. 

After a few hours of fitful sleep you woke up feeling foggy and vaguely hungover. The sun felt brighter than usual as you opened up the barn, making you wince as you considered your sheep.

It was going to be hot today. Hotter tomorrow. Even worse the next day. Your shearer was a no-go, and Shane wasn’t going to show up after how you’d left things last night.

It was alright. You were resilient. Easier to just get it done yourself anyway.

“Well, ladies, looks like it’s just you and me.”

You’d spent half the night watching sheep shearing videos, the best distraction you could find for the thoughts on repeat in your head. The competent woman made it look so easy, maneuvering the sheep as if they were a particularly wooly bag of flour. She’d had a set of electric clippers. All you had were hand-powered shears. You were glad for that - less chance of damage, for you and for the sheep.

“Alright, Gertie. Let’s do this.” 

Gertie looked at you, chewing on a piece of hay. There was nothing going on behind those eyes. 

You approached her from the side, tried to move her like the woman in the video did, but within seconds Gertie was kicking and baa-ing. You dropped the shears in your attempt to calm her. When you bent to pick them up she knocked her skull into yours with the force only a creature with a completely vacant mind could produce. The impact left you seeing stars.

“What the fuck are you doing?” 

You staggered back, blinking rapidly, trying to focus on the figure standing in the barn doorway. “Getting concussed by a sheep, obviously,” you said when you realized it was Shane.

For a second you’d forgotten you were mad at him.

“I told you I’d do it.” He was carrying a case, hefted it onto a bench. “You think I’m that big a piece of shit that I wouldn’t show up?”

There he was, telling you how you felt again.

Well, alright. You were in a pissy mood anyway. Might as well make it double or nothing. “I figured it was a pity shear,” you snapped.

Shane looked at you for a long moment. His jaw was set, but there was something in his eyes that made you want to squirm, take it all back, just hold him. The vulnerability you saw the first time you met him, and a million times since then. “Can I just do this for you?” he finally said.

You didn’t know how to feel. But there was no question you needed his help.

“Yeah. Yeah, thanks. What can I do?”

“Just stop harassing the sheep,” was all he said as he started unpacking his case. 

“Roger,” you replied with no real joy, and you watched him get to work.

——————

Turns out watching a nice lady shear a sheep on your phone’s screen was nowhere near as enjoyable as watching the guy you had a (admittedly complicated) thing for wrestle livestock in real time. It’d clearly been a while since Shane had done this, but what he lacked in efficiency he made up for in strength and determination.

He’d started the job dressed in his usual jacket, but by the time the first sheep was done he’d stripped it off. By the time the second was over you noticed big circles of sweat on his shirt. Halfway through number three he’d stripped that off too.

It was the first time you’d seen him shirtless, you’d realized. Even on the beach he’d kept his t-shirt on. It was a crying shame, because the man looked incredible topless. Big, broad shoulders, strong biceps, sturdy around the stomach. You wondered if it brought him back to his gridball days, the way he lifted and turned and maneuvered and grappled.

You wondered what it would feel like if he did the same to you.

By sheep number five you were enjoying the show so much you debated sticking a few bills in his waistband. Instead, you brought him a glass of lemonade.

“Thanks,” he said, draining it in one long swallow. You silently handed him your undrunk portion, watched as he drained it too. He handed the glass back to you wordlessly, then got right back to work.

By midday you had a pile of beautiful fleece and nine much cooler looking sheep. The only one left was Gertie. She’d kept near the fence, pacing and bleating whenever Shane came by to herd one of her friends away.

“Want me to round her up?” you asked as Shane used his shirt to wipe sweat off his forehead.

“Nah, you’ll scare her even worse.” 

You tried not to bristle at his tone. “So what do we do?”

“I’ll get her. Got any carrots or anything?”

“I’ll check.”

One of the nice things about living on a farm is that if you needed a carrot, all you had to do was root around in the dirt a bit. While most of your time and energy went into your animals, you kept a sizable garden, and it was easy to find Gertie a treat.

“Thanks,” Shane said when you handed him the bright orange root. He wiped off the dirt on his pants, broke it into a few pieces. “Go over by the fence - we’ll want to give her some space.”

You did as you were told, standing back and watching Shane work. He moved slowly towards the scared creature, settling down on his rear and sliding over to her as he got close. He held out a piece of carrot, let her come to him. You could see his mouth moving, quiet words you couldn’t quite make out. He gave her a gentle pat as she stayed near him, fed her more of the treat.

Something in you softened as you watched him. You wondered how he would react if you approached him the same way, with calm confidence, cool headed and patient, letting him relax into an understanding that it was going to be alright.

You imagined it’d work better than yelling at him, at least. 

Shane’s touch, his approach, was magic. He won Gertie over with surprising efficiency, and soon there was one more fleece to add to the pile, one more happy sheep joining her friends.

“Stay for lunch,” you said as Shane started packing up his shears.

He paused, seemed to turn the invitation over in his mind. “I’m disgusting. I should go shower,” he finally said.

“Shower here.” You’d blurted it out without thinking, but now that it was out in the world you couldn’t grab it back.

Shane hesitated, that vulnerable look back in his eyes. He wanted to stay, you realized. Wanted to stay but was at war with himself about it. “I don’t have any clean clothes.”

“I’ll throw what you’ve got in the washer. You can hang out in my robe while they dry.”

He looked down at the shears. “You really want me to stay that bad?”

“No, I’m putting a considerable amount of effort into convincing you to stay because I’d prefer not to be in your company.” 

He smiled a half smile. You noticed his cheeks were a little pink. “Alright. I guess I don’t have anything better to do today.”

Just what everyone wanted to hear.

You took a breath. Thought about Emily, about raccoons with broken legs. About scratched up arms and vulnerable green eyes

“You really have a way of making a girl feel special.” You were teasing him, but he didn’t take it that way. 

“Sorry,” he said. “I can just go.”. 

“No,” you said. “I’d really like you to stay.”

He finished packing, closed the case. “Okay,” he said, then gave that half-smile. “As long as we both acknowledge it’s a pity shower.”

You snorted. “Whatever it takes, Shane.”

Whatever it takes.

———————

Pity.

The word rolled over and over in your mind as you showed Shane how to work the shower, as you picked up the laundry he set outside the bathroom door. You thought about it as you put soap in the washing machine, turned the dial. You thought about it as you listened to the sound of the water.

Pity. 

Like you were doing charity work. Like Shane was taking something from you every time you interacted. Like you were being a martyr instead of connecting with someone you truly enjoyed being near. Like you were trying to fix him.

You weren’t trying to fix him.

It bothered you more and more as you stared at the bathroom door. You wanted him to know. Wanted him to understand in a way that words couldn’t seem to accomplish. Wanted him to accept it, to acknowledge your feelings as separate and opposite to whatever his head was telling him. To stop feeling the tension of the universe drawing back, ready to sting.

“Fuck it,” you muttered to yourself, and let yourself into the bathroom.

“Is that you?” Shane sounded slightly breathless from behind the shower curtain.

“Yeah, I’m coming in.” You were already stripping off your shirt and bra.

“You’re what?” Shane’s face peered around the curtain, eyes widening almost comically as he saw your half-dressed state. 

“I’m coming in,” you said again, enjoying his dumbstruck expression as you stripped the rest of the way. “And I’m not leaving until you admit it wasn’t a pity fuck.”

“Wait, shit, no, fuck.” You stopped, a foot away from the curtain. From Shane, whose face held a mixture of panic, desire, and awe.

“You okay?” you asked. 

“I’m…” He shifted, eyes darting up and down, from your face to your breasts to your legs and up against. “You’re…” 

“I am,” you confirmed. “Can I come in?”

He swallowed. His face seemed flushed, even for the steamy bathroom. “I’m… I’m naked.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” you agreed. “I had a feeling, what with the shower and all.”

“I’m…” his eyes traveled down your body again, then shot back up to your face, almost guiltily. “I’m… compromised?”

You couldn’t help the laugh. “What does that mean?”

He didn’t say anything. You moved to look into the shower. You went slowly, giving him time to object if he wanted to. 

He didn’t.

As you peered behind the curtain you quickly realized what “compromised” entailed. Shane stood there under the spray, one hand wrapped around the shower curtain, the other around his cock.

His very hard cock.

He dropped it immediately.

He must have been stroking it before you’d burst into the bathroom.

Oh.

Oh.

That was something you could work with.

“I… I was just…” 

You honestly didn’t care why he was in his current state. All you cared about was keeping him there. “I’m coming in,” you declared. 

Shane didn’t object.

It was warm and humid inside the shower. The falling water ran in rivulets down Shane’s messy head, down his chest and arms. He watched you with a mix of desire and trepidation. You moved under the spray.  Moved close to him, close enough to hear his breathing over the sound of the shower. Close enough for the ball of your foot to brush up against his little toe. Close enough that you could press your mouth to his without having to lean forward.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked quietly. 

Shane’s lips parted. His eyes dropped to your mouth. “Yeah,” he said.

And so you did.

A soft press at first. To his top lip. To the bottom. He stayed still, letting you lead. When your tongue gently nudged the seam of his mouth he let you in. His tongue greeted yours softly, pressing back against it without moving forward. You heard him groan, soft, felt his fingers on your hip, very gentle, barely brushing. Felt his cock tap against your stomach as you shifted.

“Fuck,” he huffed, taking a step back. The shower was small, so that was all it took for him to be flush against the wall.

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked.

He shook his head, slow at first, then harder, emphatically. 

“Good,” you said, and wrapped your hand around his length.

For a second you were reminded of Gertie. Shane’s face seemed to lose focus, taking on the same vacant expression you were used to seeing on your sheep. You smiled at him, gave him a soft squeeze. 

As you’d first seen that night in the stadium, Shane’s cock was noticeably thick. While it wasn’t the longest you’d ever encountered, its heft more than made up for it. You liked the way it felt in your hand, hot and heavy, such a useful tool for making Shane’s eyes fall closed, his cheeks flush pink.

“It wasn’t a pity fuck,” you said, and squeezed again.

Shane groaned. 

You pressed a kiss to his jaw. To his cheekbone. To the spot just below his ear. “Say it,” you whispered as you gave him another squeeze.

He groaned once more, shuddering underneath you. You let your hand trail down and cup his sac. Fondle it. Gently, gently, push it up towards his body. “Say it,” you said again.

“Fuck.” His voice was harsh, cracking. “Fuck I… fuck.” You’d brought your free hand up to his shaft, squeezed in rhythm with the hand on his balls.

“It wasn’t a pity fuck,” you prompted. Your hands didn’t stop.

“It… it wasn’t…” His eyes were squeezed closed, hands pressed back hard on the wall of the shower. 

“Keep going,” you said, falling into a steady rhythm of pushing and squeezing. 

Shane groaned again. “You’re.. why are you… fuck fuck fuck.”

You were squeezing a little harder now. Not nearly enough to cause him pain, but enough to make sure he understood your point. “It wasn’t a pity fuck. Say it.”

“It… it wasn’t…” he took in a huge, hitching breath. “It wasn’t a pity fuck.”

“Good,” you said, rewarding him with a slightly faster pace. He moaned into it, body tightening with pleasure. “Now say it again.”

“It wasn’t… fuck… it wasn’t a pity fuck.”

“Good. Again.”

“It wasn’t a pity fuck.” He sounded a little more confident now, though his voice hitched as your thumb moved up to trace across his head.

“Good, Shane,” you whispered. He gave a full body shudder at the sound of his name. “Now show me how you like to be touched.”

His hands were on top of yours in an instant, guiding you to a much tighter grip than you would have expected. He bucked into your hands, forehead coming to rest on your shoulder, groaning, breath hitching, shaking. You pressed a kiss to his wet hair, loved the way he leaned into you. His hands felt strong over yours, fingers calloused and clever. He gasped lightly with each squeeze of your hands. 

“I want to be here,” you said. He moaned, his thrusts losing rhythm. You kissed his temple. “I want to be here with you, Shane.”

That seemed to do it. He groaned, grunted, and was coming over your joined hands. The shower washed you both clean.

You anticipated the way he leaned on you this time, braced yourself for it. He pulled you close, buried his face in the curve of your neck. You held him, stroked his hair, murmured quietly until the hot water ran out and a deluge of cold had you both scrambling out of the shower.

“Refreshing,” you laughed as you threw Shane a towel.

“That’s one way to put it.” He was looking at you very intently. You felt a little thrill go through you, twist through your core. You tried to shake it off.

“My robe’s over there.” You pointed at it with your head as you wrapped a towel around your torso. “I’m going to go get dressed and start some lunch.”

You left Shane to it without looking back. You told yourself it was to give him privacy, but if you were honest you were feeling a little keyed up. You’d take a couple minutes to cool down, recenter yourself, and then take on whatever came next.

It seemed Shane had a different idea in mind.

You were toweling off your hair when he entered your bedroom. He didn’t knock. You hadn’t dressed yet, and instinct had you cringing, covering up with the towel as he came through the door.

“Shane! I -“ It was foolish - you’d just spent the last ten minutes plastered to him, but it felt a little different here in the bedroom, especially with the way he was looking at you as he stood there in your surprisingly well-fitting robe.

“I figured… since we’re barging in on each other and all…” He swallowed, that nervous look on his face. You wondered if he was about to bolt, or puff those quills up and say something to push you away.

“What is it?” Your voice was gentle.

“I… I want more of you. Now, I mean. And after now too, if you want. But definitely now.”

His nervousness seemed to be waning. Something else was starting to take its place - the Shane you’d been seeing for the past month. The one with a little bit of confidence, a little bit of light. The sun peeking out from behind the clouds. The universe slackening the rubber band.

“I’m all ears,” you said, shifting your towel to wrap back around your torso. You couldn’t help the smile spreading across your face. He looked cute, you realized, standing there in your light purple robe. Hair mussed, cheeks a little pink, an answering smile of his own. “What are you up for?”

“Well…” He glanced down, scratching at the back of his head in such an endearing gesture of nervousness you wanted to pull him to you, kiss his flushed cheeks. “You looked so cute out there, when I was shearing. I kept thinking about how I wanted to…” He trailed off, staring down at your feet.

You were loving this. “Go on…” you prompted.

“Yoba…” Shane groaned, swiping a hand down his face. “I kept imagining getting down on my knees in front of you and eating you out.” 

He was beet red now. You couldn’t help the delighted “Shane!” that came out of your mouth. 

“What? What?” He looked vaguely panicked. “Shit, should I have not said that? I’m so fucking out of practice with this….”

“No no no,” you said quickly. “I’m all for it! Damn, get over here right now, I’m all in. If you still want to, of course.”

“If I still want to,” he repeated incredulously. “Like going down on you wouldn’t be the highlight of my entire fucking life.”

He wasn’t moving, though. He was still standing by the door. 

“C‘mere,” you said, holding out a hand. He looked at it for a moment, then crossed to you, took it. You pulled him close, sighed as he put his arms around you, ran an open hand over the top of your back. 

“You feel so nice,” he whispered. 

“So do you,” you said.

Shane pressed his mouth to your bare shoulder. Kissed it. Let his lips linger a breath above your skin. You shivered at his gentleness, felt something start twisting again in your core.

“It wasn’t a pity fuck,” he said.

“It wasn’t a pity fuck,” you confirmed.

His mouth traveled up your neck, placing soft kisses on your pulse, your jaw, your cheekbone, your temple. 

“You want to be here,” he said.

“I want to be here,” you confirmed.

He pressed his lips to the corner of your mouth. Stayed there for a moment. You could feel the tension in his body, the way his hand trembled on your back. His mouth shifted, kissing your lips now. You let him control it. Something about how soft and gentle he was made you melt. His hand cupped the side of your head, thumb brushing against your cheek, and you wondered if maybe you were going about it all wrong, if what he needed was gentleness and romance and whispered endearments and soft brushes of your fingertips. 

But then he was backing you up against the bed (breath hitching, face so so close to you as you moved), pushing you down by the hips to sit, dragging your towel off of you in the process, and you figured he was probably just fine with the current pace.

He pressed you back further, laying you down on your back, scooting you up the bed. You expected the kisses to continue, but instead he pulled back, looked at you. Your core coiled up even tighter as his eyes darted over your body. “Yoba,” he said. “You are so far out of my fucking league. Fuck.” 

“Get down here,” was all you could think to say. You grabbed him by the collar of the robe, pulled him down against you. He went easily, settling in between your parted legs, lips slotting against yours, not slow and gentle this time. He was back to the quick, nearly frantic pace you remembered from the stadium. It made you arch your back, the sudden rush of sensation, the feel of lips and stubble and tongue. The tips of your breasts brushed against the softness of the robe, and that was absolutely not what you were interested in, you wanted heat and skin and Shane, so you pulled at the collar of the garment as he kissed you, helped him shrug it off, and the feel of his heavy warmth as he laid back on top of you was exactly, exactly as good as you thought it’d be.

His lips, his weight, the feeling of skin on skin was decadent, had you moaning, shifting your hips under his, chasing more sensation. You could feel his cock hardening again, and that was just a-okay by you, forget his mouth, you wanted him in you, here in your bed, deep and slow and heavy with the window open and the smell of sun-warmed grass wafting through. But he was gasping a little, breaking away, sitting back on his knees. “I need to focus,” you heard him mumble. 

“I need you to touch me,” you replied. Shane smiled at the words, genuine, sweet, eyes sparkling a bit. 

“That’s the plan, baby. Just… fuck, just give me a sec, okay? I’m still a little… it’s just…” he trailed off. One of his hands had found its way to your thigh. It rested there, warm and still. It only drove you a little bit crazy.

“Still getting used to it?” 

Shane’s mouth twisted a little. “Yeah,” he said. His hand moved, stroked up and down. He watched it. “It meant something to me,” he said after a moment.

It took a minute for your mind to catch up, to realize he was saying what you’d been needing him to say ever since that night in the stadium.

“Yeah?” you said.

Shane nodded. Then, with what seemed like great difficulty, he brought his eyes to meet yours. “Sorry for… for making you think it didn’t. It’s all so much at once… it’s almost like it hurts.” He scoffed, looked back at his hand. “Sorry, that’s stupid.”

“It’s not,” you said. 

Shane shrugged. “I’m really, really fucking bad at this.” His eyes met yours again. “I’m sorry for being such a dick. You didn’t deserve that. Can I just make you feel good now?”

You laughed, feeling light and happy and not just a little bit turned on by the way his hand kept moving up and down your thigh. “Yes please.”

Shane smiled, a little tight, but genuine. “Good,” he said. “Now stay still and let me do this.”

You would have quipped something back, a “yes, sir!” or an “aye, aye, captain,” but both of his hands were on your thighs now, pressing down all warm and steady, the calluses on his palms causing just the slightest bit of friction as they moved upwards, his thumbs spread and grazing the line where your legs met your core, opening you up, and honestly words weren’t something that felt all that important in the moment.

And then his mouth was on you too, on your lower stomach, kissing below your navel, soft and breathy and lingering. You ran your fingers through his hair and he made a small sound, nodding into you. You carded the strands as his mouth worked, moving to your hips now, traveling down to your thighs, pressing kisses in a wide arc around your core. 

It was sweet, the way he seemed to be enjoying you, but also a little frustrating. His warmth, the feel of his lips, the way he was breathing in through his nose, it went straight to your stomach, your hips. You felt yourself tensing as his lips pressed high on your inner thigh, less than an inch from where you wanted his mouth but still so, so far away. 

“Are you waiting for an invitation?” you finally asked.

Shane looked up at you from between your legs, a look in his eye that you’d never seen before. Confident. Daring. Maybe even cocky. It struck you that you might be in a little bit of trouble.

“Little eager, aren’t we?” he teased, and pressed another soft kiss to your thigh.

“Gotta… fuck.” He’d nipped at the spot he’d been kissing, the sudden sting zinging through your core. You heard him huff a little laugh. “Gotta get the fleece dealt with this afternoon.”

“Mmmm,” was all Shane said. He’d switched to sucking, latching his mouth onto that same spot, that bit of skin so teasingly close to but so entirely not what you needed. 

“Shane….” you whined, hitching your hips up as your thighs tensed.

“Easy, girl,” he laughed, anchoring you down with one flat hand on your hip bone. 

“Oh, fuck off,” you muttered, and it made him laugh harder.

“Who’d have thought our new farmer would be so fucking needy,” he mused, voice warm with just a hint of smug. 

“Who’d have thought you’d be such a fucking tease?” You yanked on his hair as you said it, playful, but the way he groaned as you pulled was anything but lighthearted. 

Interesting. 

You pulled a little harder. Shane looked up at you, eyes blown out in a way you’d never seen before. “You want it that bad?” You couldn’t tell if it was confidence in his voice or awe. 

You nodded, a little too overwhelmed by the way he was looking at you to figure out what to say. 

“Yoba,” he breathed. “How are you fucking real?” He still wasn’t moving though, was still looking up at you, so you tightened your grip on his hair. His lips parted, his eyes squeezed shut, and he shuddered between your legs.

“Focus,” you said. Repeating his words from earlier was about all you were able to do.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay, okay, okay.”

You relaxed your grip, loved the way he seemed to fall forward, pressing soft kisses - one, two, three - to your mound before tracing the tip of his tongue over the hood of your clit. You gasped at the touch, so much closer to what you needed but not yet satisfying. “More,” you said, tugging lightly at his hair. The way Shane groaned seemed out of proportion with the gentle pull, but fuck, it was working, his tongue was on you properly now, working at your nub with soft, steady licks that had you gasping within seconds.

“Fuck,” you whispered, trying to keep from bucking up into his mouth. You could feel his stubble scraping against your folds, your inner thigh, the scratch augmenting the gentle stroke of his tongue in a way that had you clenching, desperate to move. You dispersed the tension by running both hands through his hair, stroking, grasping, pulling, enjoying his moans, the way his shoulders shuddered as you clutched him. You could see how flushed his cheeks were as he tongued you, the way his eyes squeezed shut. You tried to memorize the image, the feeling, the way his breaths were coming quick and excited, the way his hands were stroking at your hips. 

His tongue quickened, firmer now, flicking steadily at the side of your clit, each movement managing to hit a nerve that sent waves through your body. Part of you wanted to slow down, to savor the feeling of his mouth on you, his warmth between your legs, but the other part of your mind was stronger. The selfish, greedy one. The one that wanted more, that wanted now, the one that was pulling harder at his hair, fed by the noises Shane made as you did. The one that pushed up against his hands, pulled him into you, held him there as he kept hitting that perfect spot that was making you groan, making you round in on him, muscles tight and shaking, mind going gloriously blank for the first time in days, in weeks, in months. Since the first time you saw him. You hovered in the climax, tense, stretched, like a rubber band about to snap.

But instead you shattered, falling apart in a rush of joy and wet and heat and affection and Shane, looking up at you with clear green eyes. 

“Shit,” you whined, letting go of his hair, falling back on the bed. “How are you so good at that?”

Shane pressed one more soft kiss to your mound, then looked up at you with a grin. “Gotta be good at something.”

“Yoba,” you groaned. “Get up here.” He shrugged his way out from between your legs, crawled up next to you. You reached an arm out, let him rest his head against your chest. He was warm, a little scratchy, eyes closed and jaw relaxed. You scratched your fingers through his hair, closed your eyes. A breeze floated in through the open window. You could hear a sheep bleating somewhere out in the barn.

“It’s going to hurt like hell when I fuck this up,” Shane said, so quiet you could barely hear it.

There was no way to logic him out of it, no way to set the gears right in his mind. All there was to do was hold him, stroke his hair, let him feel the beat of your heart. You were resilient, and so, you knew, was he. 

You pressed a kiss to his head, felt him snuggle in closer, loose and relaxed despite his words. It would hurt like hell if this ended, you realized, but it wasn’t an inevitability. If the universe snapped at Shane, let loose that rubber band, you could always snap at it right back.

And as Shane sighed into you, interlaced his fingers with your own, you vowed that no matter what, you would snap back harder. 

[sashiavi]

Jealous SDV (hybrid?) boys rutting into you after getting jealous after smelling someone else on you <3

Ahhh oh goshhhh okay- I need to whip smth up for this

(I got carried away - forgive me? I went for a ramble and it became smth- I wrote enough for warnings 😭)

Warnings : Smut | 18+ | Hybrid Characters | Scenting | implication of ruts and heats | jealousy | thoughts about lactation & pregnancy | Sam Sebastian Alex Sh*ne | not beta read >v>

PuppyBoy!Sam jumping on you when you finally return home! Hugging you, nuzzling into your neck and sniffing in your scent with a happy sigh when you card your hand through his hair.

PuppyBoy!Sam who stops short, nose pressing hard into your skin, inhaling an ever familiar scent; Sebastian, the Catboy.

PuppyBoy!Sam who whines and whimpers, his yellow-blonde ears drooping down. The smell distressing him despite being best friends with Sebastian for many years - He squirms and cries, glomping over you, tail frantically wagging as he makes an attempt to heavily scent you.

PuppyBoy!Sam pressing his body to your own, weight keeping you on the surface of the bed below, feverishly rocking his hips into your cunt. Heavy balls slapping into your pussy, warm hands all over your body.

PuppyBoy!Sam who can't help but bite and nibble at your skin, slobbering all over you. His tail wiggles and wags, ears pinned to his head, poor croaked voice whimpering and whining, moaning out silly insecurities and desperate attempts to soothe himself.

PuppyBoy!Sam just can't stop crying. "You love me, I know you do!" "M' a Good Boy! Right?" "Better than Seb- Love you more-!" Babbling nonsense while he humps at your gushy pussy and feverishly rubs at your clit.

CatBoy!Sebastian lazily crawling to you on the lounge when you return, slinking across, tail swishing calmy as he snuggles up, gently pawing at your chest.

CatBoy!Sebastian tucking his face into your neck as he carefully kneads at your skin, peppering kisses and nose boops behind your ear.

CatBoy!Sebastian letting out a little feral growl at the offensive scent of someone else lingering on your clothes and skin - Probably that stupid dumb Jock CowHybrid!Alex. His ears pin and his tail stands static.

CatBoy!Sebastian biting and licking his corse tongue over your pretty, sensitive nipples. Hands kneading at your thighs, lips latched over your pert buds. If he thought and imagined hard enough, he could taste your sweet milky cream on his tongue.

CatBoy!Sebastian who gets a little carried away with the thought of you swollen and leaking milk just for him and his Kittens. He can't help but rut and grind up on your clothed cunt.

CatBoy!Sebastian who wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing subtly, coaxing your tongue to lul out of your mouth.

CatBoy!Sebastian who spits on your tongue and kisses you after. Searing hot, canines clattering your own, biting into your soft lips as he pulls away, eyes quinted and lips downturned in a pouty frown.

CowHybrid!Alex knocking his forehead softly into your own, mindful of his budding horns, bringing you into a warm hug after your night out at the Saloon.

CowHybrid!Alex kissing your temple, shucking off your coat to hang up, noticing a wet patch and catching a whiff of something odd - Spilt beer no doubt, tangled in something spicy.. Jalepeno poppers?

CowHybrid!Alex wasting little time, instincts running rampant. Easily manhandling your pretty self to the nearest counter, head in the clouds, mind only focused on reclaiming what was his.

CowHybrid!Alex falling victim to his own Bull heritage - Rutting his cock up between the pretty swell of your ass, horns poking pressure into the back of your head. His jaw threatens to nip and bite into your neck, rough, large hands pressing you down.

CowHybrid!Alex who makes haste at his pants, revealing his veiny leaky cock, pushing the sticky, squishy tip up against your wet panties. Grinding and pushing the barrier of your underwear, messing up the fabric even more with his own leaky pre.

CowHybrid!Alex pulling your panties aside and fucking his thick bull cock into your pretty pussy, tumbling himself into a rut. He moans and shouts, hands on your hips to pull you back on his length.

CowHybrid!Alex who can't help but stare at his fat, drippy bull cock burying up in your tight, wet cunt.

CowHybrid!Alex who would go again and again, releasing his hot milky cum over and over, Marking up on your insides. Messy and gooey, dripping down his own front as he humps at you from behind.

BearHybrid!Shane walking home with you from the Saloon, after a big night of drinking and Pool with the other younger patrons of the town.

BearHybrid!Shane grumbling as you enter the front door, kicking off his shoes. Bending to put them on the rack, standing with a crack in his knee and a glare when you giggle at him.

BearHybrid!Shane who pretends to be mad, pulling you in for a big warm hug, wrapping his arms around your frame, squeezing you snug and tight.

BearHybrid!Shane who lets up a little, nose pressing into your hair and neck, catching a whiff of an abundance of hybrid smells - Some Canine, Feline, all sticking to your skin more than he'd like - Surely those youngin boys weren't stupid enough to make an attempt at anything? Right?

BearHybrid!Shane who thinks he just has to mark you up better, to let everyone know who you really belonged to.

BearHybrid!Shane rubbing his scratchy chin on your neck, pressing his larger body on to your own, putting a warm pressure on your skin.

BearHybrid!Shane licking at your skin, nibbling, biting, kissing up on your torso, leading down, down, down your tummy to your core.

BearHybrid!Shane squeezing at your hips and thighs with his large, warm hands, pawing at your body, caressing and teasing over all the most sensitive and ticklish spots. His large thumbs swiping over your cute, drooly pussy, his own mouth nearly watering at the sight.

BearHybrid!Shane suckling on your clit, lapping his tongue through your sticky folds, grumbling to himself between your legs cause you're just "Too fucken' sweet" "Like fucken' honey, Baby".

BearHybrid!Shane and his scratchy 12 o clock shadow scraping your inner thigh. Large, warm hands squeezing at your hips, pulling your pussy onto his tongue.

BearHybrid!Shane with his lips smushed up on your cunt, nose bumping up on your clit, pretty purple eyes peering up through his dark brow, furrowed and grumpy while he laps and suckles on you. Just spitting and drooling up on your thighs, marking you up with his teeth and slobber.

(I don't have a favourite what do you meannn)

[grimesgirll]

back when you were shane’s girl, rick would barely look at you.

it didn’t matter that shane was banging lori behind both your backs. rick was still nothing if not wildly respectful.

you could’ve used the company back then on the farm when your relationship with your boyfriend was slipping. when quiet tent quickies weren’t enough for you.

now, what would shane think of the girl he thought wouldn’t be able to go on without him, happily getting her guts rearranged by his best friend?

rick had held out as long as he could but with lori long gone and carl not taking up any issue, there was no reason to deny himself you. in the wake of all that tragedy, there was nothing better to ease his mind than your sweet, sweet cunt.

shane would be seriously pissed off to learn that not one but both of your holes were being filled by your fellow original atlanta camp members.

the archer that ground his gears so much was taking up your mouth with his cock, enjoying the way that every thrust of rick’s sent you straight down his length.

if shane was in the room or even in the hallway, he wouldn’t be able to miss the downright debaucherous sounds coming from the three of you. rick lands a light slap on your ass, a reminder that you’re not the only ones within these walls. rick was nothing if not wildly polite.

you wiggle your hips back into him in response, feeling your core tighten as daryl fucks your mouth. shane could never fill you up this way: he was one man after all.

the record time that shane had you soaked and coming undone was nothing compared to how fast rick and daryl warmed you up. if they even breathed in your pussy’s direction you were suddenly squeezing your legs and starting to drip with arousal.

you miss shane, but even as you clamp down on rick in your pussy and hum around daryl in your mouth, you remember that everything happens for a reason.

[justanotherescapism]

TWD Imagines - How they’d react to you wearing their jacket

A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I have not been active in ages but here we are! I started a small business so I’ve been a little busy but back now!

Daryl

At first, he wouldn’t say anything. Just silently stare are you walk around with it on. But then he’d chuckle to himself, and walk over to you asking what you’re wearing. You’d plead saying it’s cold but you both know it’s comforting in a different way. ‘Y’know if you’d ask, I’d’a given it to ya.’

Rick

Rick would smile to himself, looking around to see all the people who have seen you. He’s a touch possessive, and loves that you’re so confident in your relationship. He’s strut over to you, kiss you on the cheek before making some cheeky remark. ‘Well, look’s like you really love me after all.’ When you’d turn to him, you’d be about to defend your choice, when he’d pull you into kiss him - deeply but sweetly.

Negan

He’d wolf whistle the minute he saw you. He’d strut up to you and pull you in by the hips, kissing you roughly. ‘Wow, baby doll, look at you.’ You’d be a blushing mess, which only spurs him on. Let’s just say, you wouldn’t be in his jacket for much longer.

Merle

Merle would laugh at you. You’d get annoyed thinking he was been mean, really he was baffled. You’d take it off, leaving it with him, he’d get really quiet. Walking away, he watch you, annoyed at himself. He’d grab the jacket, and find you sitting out by the fence, watching the prison field. He’d drape the jacket over your shoulders, and apologise.

Shane

To him, it was the hottest thing you’d ever done. Everyone already knew you were his, but to see you rubbing it in peoples faces. He’d go feral, claim you need to go on a run, but really it’s just to get you alone for a while ;)

[vvampirelust]

just thinking about ellie and shane being obsessed with actress!reader

warnings: smut, filmindustryAU, actress!reader x shane x ellie, weird crossover i know, oral (r receiving), not proof read

it all started when you moved to LA for for a part in an upcoming sci-fi role. a huge change, uprooting your life suddenly…but this could be your big break. you were diving in having no previous interaction to anyone on the movie, therefore you had expected to make connections, friends, opportunities. what you weren’t expecting, was to meet them.

first is your hairstylist, who had the socks charmed right off you minutes after sitting in her chair. Shane, she carries herself with such confidence, knowing exactly how hot she is. big on eye contact as she kneels to level with you, explaining what she’s gonna be doing with you each day. she’s just doing her job, you have to tell yourself when she mutters things like “mhm, that’s hot,” as she admires her work. or “you’ll look beautiful if we just…yeah, that’s it,” nimble fingers pinning the front of your hair back. other hand gently pulling messy strands out to fit the scene you were doing, fingertips always lingering a little longer as she skims the skin of your face.

and then there’s Ellie, assistant director, working her way into SFX, getting at much experience as she may need. when you first saw her on set you were convinced the two of you would not get along. after witnessing her grumpy attitude, scowling and sighing, snapping into the mic of her headset. yet when ellie is sent to tell you, you were needed back on set, she was wide eyed and blushing. you found her adorable, the way she stumbled over her words, attempting weakly to rephrase herself, “i mean, shit. would you mind coming back to set with me? big man’s asking for ya’ but you know, if you’re busy it’s cool. i’ll uhm-yeah i mean i can talk to him?” she’s awkward and unsure of herself but returns your grin with a shy smile of her own. since then, she loves fetching you for your scenes, always ensuring she’s not busy, jumping at the opportunity to spend even just 5 minutes a day getting to know you.

the two girls soon became aware of their mutual interest, neither exactly hiding their attraction. ellie would huff every morning she came to pick you up from hair and makeup. not so silently grumbling when shane would lean down to whisper some inside joke you shared. hating the way you would laugh, flashing that pretty smile of yours. the hairstylist would flick her gaze to ellie in the mirror, smirking as always. now ellie would never admit it, but she too was made flustered by shane’s charm.

~

one night, the three of you were together in the hotel room you were staying in. a little drunk, celebrating being halfway through filming. other friends you had made along the way had been and gone, empty glasses and beer bottles left in their absence.

thighs touching as you now sat comfortably between shane and ellie, staring intently out of the floor to ceiling windows. city lights shining in the night, tiny little dots from how high up you were. how the hell did you get here? shane cut the silence, and the bullshit, pulling you out of your thoughts with one question. “if you had to choose one of us, me or ellie?” what shane doesn’t know is you’ve been trying to figure that out since your first week on set. so you shrug, “i really don’t know.” neither of them enjoy that answer. “i like the both of you,” you say with a sigh, but it is the truth.

turning to shane first, your lips meet in a slow, tentative kiss, breaking the barrier. her hand slides around your waist, you gasp, and shane kisses you harder. heating by the second, tongue sweeping in to taste. shane’s showing off, pulling you into her lap, knowing ellie is sat frozen on the other side of you, feeling a mix of jealousy and guilt for watching but she’s never been more turned on. your hand finds shane’s throat, softly pushing her head back against the sofa. she’s smug, eyes daring as she looks up to watch what’s next. you’re beckoning ellie to come closer, practically gulping as she does. your free hand cups the back of her neck, pulling her in, lips shyly slotting against yours. ellie gains confidence in her kisses, eagerness in each swirl of her tongue. her plump, bitten lips feel so soft against your own, each satisfied hum from ellie vibrates over your mouth. it takes all your strength to break the kiss, especially as ellie stays there, panting through parted lips, cheeks flushed, eyes blinking open in confusion. she follows your gaze, your eyes innocently cheekily flicking between the two. shane straightens her posture, the three of you closer than ever. each can feel the others breath, each knowing there’s no going back now. shane leans in, capturing ellie’s mouth, who’s moaning instantly. tongues clash, eager for more.

shane breaks away to kiss along your cheek to the corner of your mouth, her hand joining yours behind ellie’s neck, urging her to follow. ellie’s tongue swipes your lips, and shane’s. your own seeks to taste them both, the three of you releasing whimpered sounds as your tongues messily dance with each other, pushing past your lips to try and get more of you.

which is why they now have you laid back on the couch, shane and ellie kneeling on the floor between your legs. stripped bare, pushed back and spread wide. ellie’s freckle splattered cheek is smushed against shane’s, sticky and wet from the mess made between your thighs. their mouths are latched onto your swollen cunt, simultaneously eating you out as if you were the last food source on earth. tongues clash, sliding up and down your pussy, curling around the other as they dip into your folds. the slurping sounds are inescapable, making you whimper and squirm, cunt pounding harder. they trap your clit between their tongue, massaging with enough pressure to make you mewl. “oh my god,” your hands land on each other their heads, trying to push them down, to ease up the overstimulation making your stomach tense up so much, it hurt. “fuck, it’s so good,” you’re moaning, hips bucking, “feels so good.” shane slides her tongue to your sloppy hole, slipping inside, she fucks you with her tongue while ellie keeps your clit trapped between her pursed lips.

your first orgasm of the night felt different than any other you had experienced before, so intense, so filthy and intimate. you couldn’t warn them, unable to find the strength to sleep as the euphoria paralysed your mind. ellie swears she can feel your heartbeat through your clit, trembling thighs giving away your release. in the back of your head, you can hear shane moaning, or maybe it’s the vibrations against your cunt you can feel. shane can feel your soft walls clamping around her tongue and she suddenly needs her fingers inside of you. “tight fucking pussy, babe,” shane grunts, two fingers thrusting into you with ease, earning a loud moan from you, back arching as she reaches so deep inside you, “fuck, you’re so pretty,” she near whimpers, a third finger squishing inside your clenching hole.

“shane, ellie, i- fuck,” you trail off into a pathetic sob, another climax approaching so soon. ellie hasn’t let up on your poor clit, her sensational tongue playing with the sensitive little bud as if it were her favourite toy. paired with shane’s long fingers knuckle deep, rutting into your pussy at such a fast pace you’re seeing stars in the back of your head, curling up just right, battering your g-spot with each thrust. it’s too much all at once. but you like that, you squirm in pleasure at the torture you endure. the heat in your belly getting hotter and hotter, tightening, threatening to explode. shane rests against the inside of your thigh, a tired smile on her wet lips, admiring the state you were in. whimpering, shaking, on the verge of cumming. “let us have it baby, come on,” shane moans softly, feeling you tightening around her fingers, “cum for us, please baby.” she begs as if you could resist how good they make you feel.

and this is just the beginning.

if it isn’t obvious, i watched challengers the other day

[peachy-skies-writings]

Bachelors taking care of their exhausted bae after birth hcs 😮‍💨

Hi, thanks for the request! Hope you like it?

Bachelors Taking Care of Exhausted f!Reader after Giving Birth

💚🏈 Alex 🏈💚

He’d call Evelyn for help like “Granny, what should I do? How do I help?”

Will follow his grandmother’s advice and bring you herbal teas to help with sleep and fatigue. All sorts of old-timey at home remedies. Would also bring you flowers (he’s not sure how they help but Evelyn said it was a good idea)

If you needed a break, he’d drop the baby off at his grandparents for the day so that you could both get some much needed rest.

🧡📖 Elliott 📖🧡

He was there during the birth, putting a cold cloth on your forehead (he’d seen in Bridgerton so assumed that’s what the classic way to do it was - you decided not to ask, mainly because you were a bit busy).

After you’d given birth, he’d just sit there next to you while you slept, one hand holding yours and another letting your baby grasp onto his finger as they slept.

He would make sure you slept and were comfortable, trying to do his best to get up and look after the baby during the night.

🤍🩺 Harvey ���🤍

Just after you’ve given birth, Harvey would let you rest - knowing the amount of physical exertion that labour has on a body.

Would set you up with a regime of vitamins and supplements to help support you post-partum. “This one is for fatigue, this one is for iron, this one is for-”

Honestly he would help you so much. I can imagine him being super proud of you for giving birth and being such a good dad. He’d be pretty hands on from the get-go and would take it in turns with you to do the night waking up so that you could get the sleep that you needed.

💙🎸Sam 🎸💙

SO excited to have a baby but when he realises how tired you are straight after giving birth, he decides to hold in the excitement until you’re slightly more awake.

Sam is full of energy so it’s kinda infectious. He’d definitely liven you up with some jokes and make you belly laugh.

Would realise that you needed a lot of rest and since he has the energy anyway, would be more than happy to do night feeding into the foreseeable future. Actually a big fan of it because he likes to make your baby giggle and then go “sshhh you’ll wake your mother and I’ll get told off” but that’s all part of the game.

💜🎮Sebastian 🎮💜

Sebastian is a pretty low energy guy so he knows what it’s like to feel fatigued. He’d bring you coffee (he did check first that you can have this after birth dw) and a snack, then let you drift off while he held your baby.

He’d revert back to his nocturnal schedule so that you could rest during the night and he’d be up with the baby. Super considerate. Would definitely have a lil rocking chair in there with a baby mobile that had bats on.

Sebastian would make sure you were feeling okay and not too exhausted before his family came to meet the baby. He hates talking to people when he’s tired and he think you’re the most tired anyone has ever been.

🖤🐓Shane 🐓🖤

Would make sure you’re okay first then let you sleep straight after birth. He’d be pretty tired too as he’d have stayed up the whole time with you. Would definitely have a nap on the hospital chair.

Shane would make sure that he was as quiet as possible while you were having your naps or sleeping. He’d make sure he got up most of the time in the night, especially the first few weeks after you’d given birth.

He would enlist the help of Marnie if you were super tired, especially the first few days, so that you could rest as much as possible.

[misserabella]

puppy love

dad’s bf shane mccutcheon x fem! reader

pt2

synopsis: you’ve liked your dad’s best friend for a very long time. the time has come when you can finally have her.

cw;; +18 content! minors dni!! (i’ll hunt you down), shane is 34, reader is 18 in the first part of the fic, alcohol and drug consumption (coke and weed) (don’t do this guys!!!!), fighting, reader being mean, TENSIONNNN, puking, kissing, tattoos, piercings, teasing, praising, degradation, voyeurism (kinda), oral sex (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), cum eating, hair pulling…

you’ve had this silly little crush on your dad’s best friend since you were a teenager.

how could you not? she was beautiful, and successful and so fucking hot… she was unique. you’ve never met anyone quite like shane mccutcheon. so free.

it was innocent at first. you’d always want to spend time with her. she was the person you looked up to after all. she taught you how to skate from a a very early age. she always cut your hair when you’d need a fresh cut, and dyed it even though when she knew your dad would give her hell for it just because you wanted to (she would say sorry, but she wasn’t). she gave you your first tattoo when you turned 16 in a place where your father wouldn’t see. a hummingbird, just like hers. “my birthday present for you, kid” she had said. you could still remember the feeling of her fingertips on your thighs and waist as she tattooed your hipbone. you had tried so hard to not blush and squirm, her touch electrifying.

you could feel butterflies every time your friends would ask you about her in recess, well-known looks being shared when you’d blush. and your knees would go weak when you’d see her at the entrance of your high-school after class, waiting for you leaning against her car with her charming smile. “hey kid.” she’d mess up your hair with one of her ringed hands, hugging you close to her chest. you’d push her away, acting pissed off, when in reality all you wanted was to hug her closer and bury your face in the crook of her neck. she always smelled so nice…

but you couldn’t keep her too close ‘cause then you’d notice the hickeys on her neck, and all those butterflies would die.

your father had you at a very early age, having to raise you all by himself since your mother decided to run away and leave you. and shane had been there since the first second that she had met your father, along with the whole group, helping him push through.

so when you realized that what you felt for her was more than something platonic… your whole world came crashing down on your shoulders.

eighteen and in love with a woman twice your age… so you slowly started to drift away. you’d act busy. you’d started going out frequently, doing drugs, drinking alcohol… getting wasted and sleeping with a bunch of girls to try and forget her.

of course, she’d always find you.

“oh my god…” you groaned, turning around to face your friend with wobbly legs and your heart on your throat. “shane’s here.” you had just left the club, completely drunk out of your mind and with hickeys all over your chest and neck. you couldn’t let her see you like this. you didn’t want to see her.

“what? where?” your friend inquired and you pointed with your eyes to the side and to your back. “fuck. what do we do?”

“don’t let her see me. please, lucile.”

“okay, let’s…” but then she ducked her head, eyes shot open. “oh shit. shit. shit. she saw me.”

“fuck!” you whispered, and at the same time you heard shane’s voice coming from behind you, calling out for you. you tried to ignore her, tried to act as if she wasn’t you who she was looking for, but she wouldn’t give up.

“hey! i’m talking to you!” your whole world started spinning when you felt her hand on your shoulder, turning you around so you could face her. “do you have any idea how worried your dad is? we’ve been looking like crazy for you.” her voice sounded harsh, and she looked pissed. it was when she noticed that you weren’t looking at her, but instead hiding your eyes that she took your face with her free hand, making you face her. “fuck… you’re high?” your eyes were reddish and half lided, pupils dilated. your makeup ruined, gloss smushed. she looked at your clothes, completely out of place, bruises on your skin. “let’s go.” she grabbed onto your wrist to pull you along, but you fought her. she growled your name, slowly.

“i’m not going anywhere. i’m having fun.” you slurred, taking a swing of the bottle of alcohol on your hand. your vision was blurry, and your heart was beating too loud. “hey!” you whined when she took it from you and threw it aside, making the glass break. you whistled at her pissed off look. “somebody needs to have a little bit of fun…” you muttered.

“you’ve had enough, i’m taking you home.” her voice was stern, green eyes angry.

“you’re not my dad.” you said, and she smirked.

“yeah. thank god i’m not, ‘cause if he saw you like this, he’d kill you. move.” you rolled your eyes. “don’t be a brat with me. i’m not putting up with that shit. car, now.” she ordered, and you finally moved, walking towards her car.

you hadn’t shared a word on the whole way and you frowned when she kept going straight instead of taking a turn when the street of your neighborhood came to your view. she noticed. “i’m taking you to my house. can’t let your father see you like this.” your stomach jumped at the thought of being alone with her on her beautiful house. you could still remember how soft her bed was, how everything smelled of her. it was making you nervous. you didn’t want to be alone with her. not when she looked this good and you were this drunk and high.

she parked right outside, turning off the engine and getting out of the car. you followed her up the stairs and inside her home, groaning when she turned the lights on and it hit your eyes.

“fuck.”

“what did you take?” she inquired and you giggled.

“what did i not take?” she crossed her arms over her chest and you rolled your eyes. “i don’t know. some weed. cocaine…” she rose one of her hands to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“jesus christ. why the fuck would you do that! are you insane?”

“oh, don’t act as if you hadn’t done it before… we all know shane heart breaker mccutcheon’s reputation.” you scoffed, and she squinted at you.

“and now you want to follow my steps?”

“maybe i do.” you shrugged.

“you’re acting stupid.” she sighed.

“and you’re acting fucking annoying.” you retorted, grabbing at the sides of your head when it throbbed. “ugh you’re making my head hurt.” your legs wobbled and if it weren’t for shane grabbing you, you’d have probably fell onto the floor.

“woah. are you okay?” you shook your head.

“i think… i’m going to…” you clasped your mouth shut with one of your hands and shane’s eyes quickly shot open before she was hurriedly guiding you to the toilet. you fell on your knees, puking your guts out. she grabbed your hair on a make-shift ponytail to make sure that it wouldn’t get dirty. she rubbed your back with her free hand.

“it’s okay, let it go. that’s it.” you groaned, feeling your stomach hurt. you didn’t want her to touch you, not on this state, but at the same time, you just wanted to lean on her touch and forget about everything.

“sorry.” you apologized, not really sure about what, maybe everything. she hushed you.

“it’s okay. don’t worry about it, okay? let it all out.” after a couple of minutes, you felt your dizziness subside, although you were still pretty high. “stay here, alright? i’m gonna go for some clothes you can change into.” you nodded, resting against the cold wall as you took deep breaths.

“fuck.”

you were cringing at the thought of shane seeing you like this, a complete fucking mess, just when she came back to the bathroom with some clothes on her hands.

“come on. let’s get you up.” she offered you her help to get up, hands on your hips to stabilize you as you took off your heels. “do you need help with-“ you shook your head.

“i’m fine.”

“are you sure?”

“shane. i’m fine.” you repeated, harshly, and she nodded. she wanted to understand. if you were acting like this it had to be due to something.

“alright… i’ll… i’ll be outside if you need me.” she nodded, and left the bathroom.

you sighed, leaning on the counter. you looked at the pile of clothes she had left you, and you took them. they were soft, and just as you imagined, they smelled like her.

you pulled over your head your dress, feeling the cold of the bathroom slide into your bones. your skin rose in goosebumps when you slid her shirt on, feeling caged in her and at the same time so free… you were surrounded by shane. and you were ashamed of yourself. you were supposed to be getting over her, not thinking about how much you liked having her on you. you were deep in thought when she knocked on the door. you had already pulled up your legs the shorts she had lent you.

“you okay in there?” she inquired through the other side, and you opened up for her.

“do you have some makeup remover i could use?” you inquired her, shying away from her green deep eyes.

“oh, yeah.” she passed through you, pulling it from the drawers of the sink along with some cotton wipes.

“thank you.” you muttered when she handed it to you.

“no problem.”

there was this… awkward tension in between the two of you. shane didn’t know what to say. she had noticed how lately you’d gone off the rails, but she didn’t really know why. it was your last year of high school. maybe you were just trying to have fun before college…? she was just worried about you.

you took off your makeup, and she stood there with you, cautious in case you felt like getting sick again.

you were still pretty high, although the dizziness of the alcohol had disappeared once you’d gotten it out of your system. suddenly, you felt this knot in your throat. shit. not now.

“hey… are you…? what’s wrong?” you shook your head, wiping away the first tear that fell from your eyes.

“nothing.” you muttered, but she wasn’t having it.

“come on, something must be going on for you to be like this. talk to me, sweetheart.” she pulled you into her arms, rubbing your back as you hid on the crook of her neck. “hm?” she took your face in between her hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks.

“i love you.” you said, and she smiled.

“i love you too, kid.” you shook your head, interrupting her, your hands surrounding her wrists.

“i love you, shane.” she frowned, eyes shooting open in shock when she felt your lips on hers. your eyes were squeezed shut, heart beating harshly against your ribs. it was just a mere touch, two seconds of contact before she was softly pushing you away, breath fanning over your lips. your forehead collided with her chest. “i’m sorry.” you muttered, and shane hugged you, rubbing your back in soft circles. oh, sweet thoughtful shane.

“why don’t we get you in bed, hm?” she inquired, tenderly. she didn’t think too much of it. you were drunk, high and sad. this had all been a slip. a mistake. she had surely had many before. you nodded, and let her guide you to her bedroom. she always let you use her bed when you’d sleep over, using the sofa instead or sometimes sleeping with you when you were younger and would get scared.

“shane?” you inquired her as she made her way to the door.

“yeah?”

“do you think maybe…you could stay?”

she stood silent for a couple of seconds.

“yeah, sure.” she answered, and you moved to make some space for her. she laid on her back, and looked at you. “come here.” you got closer, and leaned on her chest, right above her heart, where you could hear her heartbeat. her hand laced on your hair, rubbing your scalp and brushing it for you to relax —something she has always done since you were little and helped you sleep—. you had to bite down on your lip and swallow your tears.

“good night, shane.” you whispered.

“good night, kid.” she answered.

the next morning. you were gone. and shane didn’t see you again.

-

4 years later…

“there’s my baby girl fresh out of college!!!” you chuckled at your dad’s excitement. you thanked the taxi driver who waved goodbye and started the car to drive away. “oh god, you’ve gotten so big!” you rolled your eyes, hugging him back as he squeezed you against his chest.

“dad… you saw me a couple of months ago!” you laughed and he grunted.

“kids grow so fast…” he sighed, shaking his head and you copied him, rolling your eyes. “come on! let’s get you inside!” he took your suitcase, pulling from it.

four years had passed since the last time you’d stepped on your city, even your house. that night after telling shane you’d loved her, you’d taken the offer one of your friends had given you to work for her during the summer in NY and left LA, later on having enrolled on the local college to continue your education. it was your dad who would come visit you on the holidays, since you’d promised yourself not to come back after you’d finally finished your degree to… disconnect. you needed change. needed to find yourself. and in reality, all of it was a simple excuse. you just needed to get away from shane. you couldn’t look her in the eyes after that night, couldn’t act as if nothing had happened and you hadn’t kissed her. couldn’t ignore the way your whole body had filled with euphoria and your stomach had blown up in butterflies.

so you ran. and did everything in your power to forget all about it. you had made new friends, met new people, dated, broke up, fucked, partied… you’d lived a brand new life away from her. and somehow…, it still felt like something was missing.

“dad… what’s all of this?” you inquired at the amount of snacks and beers decorating the isle of your kitchen. he guiltily smiled and you rose your eyebrows.

“i may of may have not invited some people to throw you a… comeback party?” you groaned.

“dad!”

“i know! but you know your aunt alice! she’s missed you so much… and angelica wouldn’t stop asking for you to bette and tina. so i thought that a little gathering wouldn’t kill anybody…” you sighed. “we’re just happy to have you back home, baby.”

you felt the itch. the need to ask about her. to say her name out loud after all this years. but you fought it.

“you’re right. i’m sorry. i’ve missed them too.” he hugged you again.

“why don’t you take a shower and get ready, hm? i’ll bring your luggage up your room for you. they’ll get here in an hour or so.” you nodded.

“okay. thanks dad.”

-

shane had been shocked to hear the drastic decision you’ve made in moving to new york. you’d packed and left the same day without even saying goodbye. she had tried calling you, of course she had. at least to try and get to know how you were doing over there in that immense city. but it’d always go straight to voice mail. your dad would tell her that it’s because you were real busy with school and your work. so she’d given you space. she had enough knowing through your father that you were alright. though she missed you. you were important for her. she adored you.

the years passed by quicker than she thought. she had taken over a couple of hair salons that now had her name, and sold her photography to great prices, giving her the chance to move to a better apartment. she hadn’t noticed the change that this years supposed for you ‘till she finally got to see you again, four years later.

you weren’t the same little teenager girl she once knew. you had grown up into this beautiful woman with radiant smile and vibrant eyes. you’d gotten a couple more tattoos, she could perfectly see the tramp stamp peeking from your low rise jeans, and outline the bars on your nipples though your tight top. jesus christ. when the hell had you gotten those?

you were wearing a beautiful lip gloss that made your lips pop, and black eyeshadow and waterline in your eyes. your nails were done in a deep shade of red, yet short.

shane had to take a deep breath when you finally noticed her, walking into your house as you took a beer from the kitchen. your dad and the group was outside by the pool, getting ready to eat some meat fresh out from the grill.

she looked good. why did she look so fucking good? and why was your heart going this crazy? for god’s sake, it had been four years already. you were sure you’d finally gotten it under control, but one look at her and those stupid butterflies were back, along with the memory of her soft lips and electrifying touch.

“well if it isn’t new york’s sweetheart…” she said as she finally reached you a smirk on her lips as she leaned on the isle, to what you scoffed. “it’s nice to see you, kid.” her voice was low, and silky. you wanted to groan. she sounded better than you remembered. but instead, you rolled your eyes, leaning on the other side of the isle to get closer.

“i’m not a kid anymore, shane.”

“yeah, i can see that.” she chuckled, eyes training on your body, eyeing you up and down when you turned around and asked:

“want a beer?”

“please.” you opened the fridge once again, bending over to get them from the last shelf, giving her the perfect view of your tattoo and ass. it read: heaven. “thanks.” she said when you handed it to her.

“no problem.” the two of you took a swing form the bottles, fresh beer spilling down your throat. somehow it didn’t help with how hot you were feeling.

“so tell me. how has new york treated you?” she inquired and you shrugged.

“it was alright. kinda busy with college.”

“oh yeah… as if college were everything you’ve been up to, huh?” she teased you, and you chuckled.

“what do you want to know, shane?” you squinted your eyes. “that the parties are amazing there? that the girls are hot?” she smiled.

“yeah, that’s more like it…” she drank again. there was this easy-going atmosphere in between the two of you. you liked it. you thought it would be harsher to face her. but she was shane. how could it be? she always made you feel safe. “see you’ve gotten more tattoos…” her eyes eyes your arms, where some of them stood. “i like them.”

“oh, yeah. have this friend back in the city that would do them for free if she could practice on me.” you laughed, showing them to her. she took your arm, soft fingertips drawing over their lines .

“well, she’s got talent, i’d give you that.” she whistled.

“yeah. taught me how to stick and poke and everything.” you laughed at her shocked expression.

“no fucking way… you tattoo?” you nodded.

“yeah, so if you ever want a new one just hit me up, i still owe you one.”

“true. the hummingbird. how’s it holding?” you pulled down your pants and panties to show it to her, soft skin in display. “might need a little ink.” she hummed, and you pushed your pants back to their spot. you might need something else.

shane tried to ignore the little speck of ink that she saw more towards your center when you pulled your pants down, but it left her with curiosity running through her veins.

you stared at each other, green eyes on yours for a couple of long seconds before she looked away, beer on hand. she couldn’t.

“where’s your dad?” she inquired, and you sighed.

“she’s out by the pool, getting the grill ready.” she nodded.

“see you later?” you nodded, and saw her go outside, being welcomed by her friends.

well… you were fucked.

-

summer in LA was hot. really hot. and shane prancing around your house with one of her wife beaters and tight jeans wasn’t of much help. you could see her arms bulge as she helped your dad put up a new relaxing space on your garden, where he’ll build a wooden ceiling and put up a few couches for you to relax by the pool.

you were currently taking a swim, small black bikini accentuating your perfect body. it was hard to say shane was having a great time.

“hey kid. enjoying the pool?” she inquired, wiping the sweat off her forehead. it was already almost night, the sunset already had been engulfed by the ocean.

you looked up at her, resting against the edge, cleavage on full and exposure.

“really. the water is so refreshing…” you smiled.

“shane!” your father called out for her. “i’m going out to buy some bear. want anything?” he inquired.

“marlboro reds?”

“got it.” she thanked him as he took his keys and left through the main door, leaving the two of you alone. you bit down on your lip at the thought of it.

“hey shane?” you muttered.

“yeah?”

“can i tell you something?”

“anything.” she nodded.

“bend over.” you whispered, and she followed, kneeling on one knee by the pool so she could get closer to you, and just as you were about to part your lips, your wet fingers gripped on her shirt, pulling her inside the pool. she was gasping for air as she came back up to the surface, wiping the water out of her face as you laughed so hard your stomach hurt. “oh god! you should have seen your face!!!”

“oh yeah? you think this is funny?” she chuckled, pointing at her wet clothes. the white wife beater let her nipples show now. you tried not to state too much.

“totally.” you nodded, taking a step back when she step closer.

“com’here.” she ordered, waving her hand.

“nah, i’m cool here.” you laughed, and shrieked when she jumped at you. “no!!”

“oh, so now the princess is begging for mercy, huh?” you sputtered as her fingers tickled you, grabbing at your sides. “how’s that? who’s laughing now, hm?” she muttered as you begged her to stop, trying to get rid of her hold. “yeah, that’s what i thought.” she left you breathless when she finally decided to let you go, although you two were close, your back against the wall of the pool.

you looked at her, and chuckled slightly at the messy state of her hair, which now stood completely drenched hiding her eyes and getting all over her face.

“what?”

“your hair. is… wait. let me.” your soft fingertips made contact with the skin of her face, pushing away the strands and behind her ear.

“thanks.” she muttered.

“you’re welcome.” you two stared at each other, realizing just how close you were. your eyes drifted to her chest, which rose and lowered in deep breaths, her perky nipples hard against the white of her tank top.

she stared at you. at your long eyelashes, flushed cheeks due to the lack of air and laughter and your glossy plump lips. somehow you two just ended closer, the hands that had tickled you still on your hips, burning your skin. your eyes met, and after a couple of seconds she looked away, clearing your throat and letting go of you, leaving you freezing.

“fuck. now i’m completely drenched.” she looked at her clothes.

“you could borrow some of mine.” you shrugged, and she scoffed. “what? i’m sure some of my clothes will fit you, shane. or do you want to get your leather seats wet?”

“fuck no.” her nose wrinkled up, and you chuckled.

“just what i thought.” you muttered, swimming towards the stairs and dipping your hair underneath the water one more time before getting out the pool. shane tried really hard to not stare at the perfect view of your ass. your dad would kill her. your dad will kill her. why was she even staring at you this way? for gods sake she had seen you grow up…

you turned around, and she quickly looked you in the eyes. “you coming or not.”

oh for sure.

“yeah.” she said before following after you.

-

“are you sure you know how to do this shit?” she inquired for like the eleventh time, and you rolled your eyes. “hey, i just want to make sure you don’t fuck it up, alright? i’ll live with it for the rest of my life.”

“shane, i’m positive. you’re not the first person i tattoo, alright?” you promised, getting the needles and ink ready.

“cool. cool.” she nodded, laying on your bed. your room stood frozen in your teenage years, full of books and pictures and posters. you even had your favorite music records (at least the ones you’ve had to leave behind for college). it gave you this nostalgic feeling that you couldn’t shake off your bones. your father was out with some of his friends, and you and shane had ended up meeting up to tattoo each other. “but-“ she tried and sit back up, but you pushed her down, pointing one of your fingers at her.

“shut the fuck up.” you ordered, and she rose her hands.

“okay.”

she was going for a simple design. a scorpion on her forearm. you’d done some before, so it would be easy. you’d also made a stencil for her, so you would be fine.

you prepped and disinfected everything, putting on your gloves. “okay. where do you exactly want it?” you inquired her, and she pointed at the place where she thought would look best and you nodded, placing the stencil there to let her see if she’d like it.

“yeah, i like it.” you nodded once again.

“alright. then i guess we’re ready. it won’t take a lot, if it hurts too much just let me know and we’ll take a break.” she scoffed.

“who do you think i am?” she sassily inquired and you rolled your eyes.

“hope you choke on your words, mccutcheon.” you shook your head, taking her arm and leaning over to start tattooing her.

“huh, you wish.” she smirked, taking a glimpse of your cleavage. she breathed deeply, squeezing her eyes shut. come on shane. focus.

those fucking nipple piercings… shit. no. don’t think about that.

you noticed her silence and you decided to check up on her.

“you alright?”

“hm?” she seemed distracted. how couldn’t she be? “oh yeah. don’t worry.” of course it wasn’t like she were thinking about your tits. absolutely not. “so… had any girlfriends in new york?” yeah, let’s change the subject.

you sighed and shrugged. “i mean… not really. messed up around but never got serious, you know what i mean?” she smirked, surprised.

“do tell…” you chuckled, playfully hitting her on the arm.

“what about you?” you inquired, trying to not sound so interested. although you were. you truly were.

“could say the same. you know me.” you nodded, and hid your excitement. so she was single.

she stared at you as you worked. fuck. you were so beautiful. new york had changed you so much. you had always been, but now, there was this… something about you she couldn’t put her finger on. she just knew she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you. and that was no good.

“okay. i’m done.” you smiled, wiping over the tattoo to stare at the end result.

“now that’s amazing.” she whistled, taking a look at it. it hadn’t hurt at all.

“told you…” you muttered and she scoffed.

“oh i’m sorry for being scared, you’re the first kid i let near me with a needle.” you rolled your eyes. there was that nickname again. kid.

did she really still looked at you like one?

she noticed your silence.

“hey. you okay?” you pushed away her touch, nodding.

“yeah, i’m fine.” no you were not. what the hell did you have to do for shane to look at you? would it always be like this? will you always be running after her? “so… you up for retouching my tattoo?” you asked and she nodded.

“yeah, sure. could i borrow your gun, though? i’m not that good at stick and poke.” you gave it to her, along with some ink, gloves and new needles.

you got up from your seat, unbuckling your pants. shane tried to not look at you as you pushed them down your thighs, leaving you in a pretty lace pair of panties. her eyes continuously drifted from you to the tattoo gun as you sat on your bed, legs spread as she sat in front of you. there was no comfortable way she could tattoo you in your room, and having her in between your legs, leaning over and so close to your barely clothed center somehow felt more intimate than the first time around. she looked at you as her fingertips made contact with the skin of your hip bone, carefully pulling your panties down just the slightest to disinfect the zone. your cheeks were burning up when her soft low voice caught your attention. “you ready?” you nodded. “alright. if you need me to stop just say the word.” and then there was the buzzing of the tattoo gun and that burning feeling of the needle breaking your skin. you hissed. you knew it was a sensitive spot, but you always forgot how sensitive.

you thanked god the tattoo was small, ‘cause you couldn’t really look at shane too much without thinking about things you shouldn’t be thinking about. she looked so good in between your legs, hair falling messily in her eyes, tongue sticking out and glossing her lips in concentration. the things you’ve thought about that tongue, the nights you’ve imagined her in this same exact position but with less clothing. this was turning you on. it shouldn’t be turning you on.

“fuck.” you groaned. and she looked at you.

“you’re doing good, just hold on a little bit more for me, alright?” you almost moaned. fuck. and now she was praising you. one particular harsh swipe of the needle almost had you gripping her hair. you could feel her breathing against your skin.

this was all too much.

“shane…” you sighed, your hips twitching upwards involuntarily due to the pain.

“i know baby, i know. i’m halfway there.”

you tried to hold in the need to move, but it hurt, and you were getting horny. there wasn’t much you could do. at one particular point, she had to harshly grip your hip with her free hand, pushing you against the duvet. “don’t move.” she ordered, and you bit down on your lip. holy fuck. this looked so much like those dreams you’d have about her…

you could feel your pussy throbbing.

shane was trying her best to keep her composure. but jesus christ, you were writhing under her, letting out this little pained sounds and you were just in a pair of panties and a tank top. it was making it hard for her. you were making it hard for her.

the room was sticky with tension. she could see the peeking of your pubic hair since she had pulled your underwear down, and your skin was so soft…

focus. focus. focus.

but then…

fuck. you were wet. you were soaked.

her green eyes met the wet patch forming on your panties, and she forgot what she was supposed to be doing. hell, she even forgot the fact that you were her best friend’s daughter.

you perked up at the feeling of her stoping with the tattoo.

“shane?” you called out for her, and then you were letting out this sound in between a moan and a gasp when you felt her fingers pushing in between your lips and over the cloth, slowly, teasingly. “oh fuck. what are you doing?” you gasped in a whisper, your hips rutting against her touch. she smirked.

“me? i’m not doing anything.” she looked at you, and slowly leaned closer to you, leaving this soft peck on your thigh. you shuddered. “tell me to stop…” she whispered. it was more like a begging. she needed you to tell her that this was wrong. that she shouldn’t be touching you right now. that it was a really stupid idea. she was your dad’s best friend. and yet…

“i can’t…” your hand laced on her hair when she started softly kissing your skin, lip in between your teeth. you wanted her. you’ve wanted her for so long… “please…”

you whimpered when her fingers bumped against your throbbing and sensitive clit, your hips bucking against her touch. “what’s this, hm?” your cheeks were beet red, thighs trembling under her green stare. “tell me baby, this all for me?” she inquired, leaving a wet kiss on your thigh and you nodded, muttering a ‘yes’ that had her short of breath.

your back arched when she kissed you on top of your panties, her tongue licking the arousal that dampened the lace. at the same time, her hands grabbed at the seam of your panties, slowly pulling them down your hips and thighs. that’s when she finally caught a glimpse of that tattoo that she had barely seen the day of your party. it was above your mound. and it said: ‘lucky you’.

shane smirked, chuckling. “lucky me…” your cheeks reddened, but all shyness and embarrassment disappeared when her fingers dipped in between your drooling folds, connected by strings of your arousal. shane felt her mouth watering. “such a pretty pussy.” you felt so exposed, but at the same time you just wanted to open up your legs for her, let her see every little crevice of you.

you let out this pornographic sweet moan when her tongue draw a long fat strip from your entrance to your clit, softly suckling on it and making your thighs squeeze her head, what made her groan and bury her face deeper into your pussy.

“fuck…” you cried out, your hands meeting her short messy dark hair, tugging at it. why did it felt so good?

she pushed your legs over her shoulders, her warm hands on your thighs as she sucked on your clit, sticking her tongue out for you to ride her face when you’d hump against her. that was until you felt one finger prodding against your hole, easily pushing inside your tight and warm walls due to how wet you were. “that’s it. open up for me, doll.” she hummed when you whimpered, starting to thrust it in and out of you, your arousal thick and white on her knuckles as you thrusted yourself on her finger and mouth.“taste so good…” she couldn’t get enough, eating you like a starved woman.

“shane.” you whined when she added her ring finger, stretching you out. and how could she resist when you sounded so sweet moaning her name? she just wanted to get more of those sounds out of you, make you cum over and over again until the only thing you could remember was her name.

she groaned. “look at you, fuck. so fucking pretty. what would your dad think, hm? her little girl letting his best friend fuck her like this.” you moaned, pulling from her hair. “oh you liked that, huh? like the idea of your daddy catching me with my tongue on your cunt, baby?” you blushed, embarrassed to like the idea of it, the adrenaline rushing through your veins making the pleasure enhance. her fingers constantly hitting your g spot had you so close to the edge… “of course you do…” she smirked, sucking on your clit. you cried out her name, your hips pushing against her mouth. “you close, princess?” you nodded, biting down on your lip. “cum for me, baby. cum on my face. i’ll clean it all up for you.” she muttered, licking at your folds before latching onto your clit. your back arched. that encouragement being all you needed to fall apart, thighs shaking as your high hit you like a tidal wave with a high pitched moan. she groaned at the taste of your white creamy cum on her tongue, lapping at it in need, the wet sounds of her tongue pushing into you and licking in between your lips filling your room. she kept finger-fucking you to help you ride off your orgasm, sucking at your clit to extend it.

you swore you could see stars on your room’s ceiling, thighs shaking and breathing ragged. it had been the best orgasm of your life.

shane finished cleaning you up, swallowing every last bit of your cum before pulling her fingers out of you and pushing them inside your mouth. her green eyes met yours as you cleaned them for her. and you could just think about the fact that you had just fucked your dad’s best friend.

and how much you wanted to do it again…

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a/n; 😶‍🌫️

[im-eating-rn]

I’m very normal about Shane and also SDV.

((I really wanted to see what he does with the littles while the farmer is outside adventuring. This is just my headcanon))

((​MARNIE SEW A BLUE CHICKEN PLUSHIE WHEN SHANE GOT HIS FIRST KID I JUST KNOW THAT HAPPENED))

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

oooh 70 on the prompts list with shane would be so angstyyyyy plz i need to see ur thoughts on this -galaxy

This one's got a little kick to it ough

70) "After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?"

......

"Honey..wh..what is this?"

"Can't you read? God, and I thought Alex was the only illiterate man in town-"

"I know what it says! But..I don't understand. Did I do something wrong?"

"Besides being a leech on my income for the past year and not doing a damn thing to make up for it....no."

"..are you crazy? I HAVE been doing my part! Just..take these back to Lewis and tell him you changed your mind. I'm not signing them."

"I don't need your signature. Just mine is enough to finalize it. I've already gotten everything packed for you..since you're too goddamn lazy to do it yourself."

"....what?" Tears stung Shane's eyes as he shakily set the stack of papers on the table, his vision blurring. He stared at you, seeing not an ounce of remorse on your face..but instead pure hatred. "Why would you do this behind my back? I-I thought...you-"

"What? You thought I loved you? Hah." The brief laugh that left your lips was cold. "Who could love a messed-up lowlife like you, Shane? I have a farm to take care of, a community center to restore..I can't have you slowing me down. It was a fun little fling, but now you bore me. I gotta get serious about my work."

"That's...all I was to you? A "fling"?!" A hurtful scowl formed on his face, hands shaking. "What about everything we've-?!"

"I only pitied you. And y'know, if I didn't care about Jas growing up without a father figure..I would've left you in the forest that night. I only stayed and married you to make them happy. But you blew your chance to get your act together..they're gonna be so disappointed in you."

As much as he wanted to respond with a snarky "I didn't know there was a time limit"...he was frozen on the spot, unable to say anything.

What could he say?

This was all so sudden...and just when he thought you two were doing so well and he was starting to have a genuinely positive outlook on life..

He made the horrid mistake of checking the mailbox and finding the dreaded papers.

"I'll say this was 50,000 gold well-spent." You grabbed the papers off the table, looking at the broken man before holding out your hand. "Give me that necklace. I'm gonna sell it."

"No..." Shane shook his head and clutched the mermaid pendant, tears streaking his face as he backed into the corner. "I...I-I'm so sorry, I'll try to be better! Just tell me what I can fix, a-and I'll-!!"

Suddenly you pulled out a dagger and swiped at him, causing him to flinch and shield himself, eyes squeezing shut in anticipation-

Yet he wasn't injured, but when he saw his pendant in your hands now...he felt as though you actually twisted that dagger deep into his heart.

He collapsed to his knees, devastated as you sheathed your weapon and pocketed the amulet you once tied around his neck at your wedding.

By your hands, you two were bonded in matrimony...

And by your hands, that bond was severed.

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm sick of pretending that I care for some lazy ungrateful fuck. Goodbye, Shane."

And with that, you stormed out of the house..and he was left there on the floor, his sobs filling the silence in the now empty cabin.

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It was already late when you returned from your mining trip, and once you finished putting the spoils of your expedition into the shipping bin, you yawned and stretched.

The time was 1:10 AM...and your energy was super drained.

You figured Shane was already sound asleep. The idea of crawling into that cozy bed and cuddling with the man you loved had you eager to take off your boots and put your tools away.

However upon opening the door..you immediately caught a faint whiff of beer, and it left a sinking pit in your stomach.

He did bring home a six-pack case today, and he promised to have it in moderation.

But the kitchen trash showed clear evidence of recently-opened cans.

Four out of the six, in fact.

'Oh man..it happened again..'

You knew that he wasn't gonna be able to quit cold turkey just like that. It wasn't a habit he could flip off like a lightswitch, and that's a fact you've come to accept.

Although he had a few beers from time to time, it was nothing like before. And he would always let you know if he was having some....so to realize he drank over half the case tonight alone was alarming.

Why? You were only gone for a few hours..

You entered the bedroom, finding Shane still awake, hunched over on the bed's edge with his face in his hands. He looked completely torn up, and you've never seen him this bad since..

"Shane, sweetheart?"

Startled, he looked up at you, revealing his eyes to be puffy and red from crying. "O-Oh..hi. You..y-you came back?" He hoarsely asked.

"Of course I did..without having to visit Harvey, thank god." You walked over and sat beside him, frowning. "But more importantly are you okay? What's wrong?"

He tried to respond, but the memories of that nightmare made him physically incapable of doing so...and fresh tears welled in his eyes.

A choked sob came out, and as quickly as he tried covering it up--it failed as similar heartbreaking noises followed.

You didn't waste any time pulling him into a hug.

Leaning against you, he sobbed into your neck, soaking the collar of your shirt in tears. But you just hushed him and rubbed his back. He didn't smell too heavily of beer, although it made you wonder what happened tonight that was bad enough to make him relapse.

Was it...you?

Was you being away stressing him out?

Did he think you wouldn't come back-

"[Y/n]...you sure you..really love me? And all of this isn't...a-a joke?" He hiccupped softly.

Those questions made your heart sink, and you briefly pulled away to gaze at him in sadness. You knew he was still struggling with his self-confidence and self-image, often comparing himself to a "squishy bag of flesh" and feeling "too old", but for him to doubt your love?

Even after talking him off a cliff?

Even after going to the gridball game where you shared that first kiss?

Even after giving him the bouquet and mermaid pendant?

"After everything we've been through, you still don't think that I love you?" You asked softly, not with anger, but with worry.

"Just look at me, and look at every other guy in this town. You could'a had a doctor, someone who can still play gridball, a writer who lives by the sea...even that emo guy seems cool. But you chose me..."

With a sniffle, he clutched the mermaid pendant with trembling fingers. "...this pathetic..l-lowlife who doesn't do shit on this farm. I swear I'd change and get my act together, but I'm letting you down again...j-just like everyone else. And I'm so sorry...I'm such a failure." He sobbed harder.

"Wha..that's nonsense. You do more for me and this farm than you could possibly know." You cupped his face, feeling his cheeks grow wet with fresh tears. "You feed the animals, you water any crops my sprinklers could've missed...and those pepper poppers you give me help keep my energy up in the mines so I can come home safely."

"But..I can't even microwave them right." He whined. "I wanna have the energy to cook like you do-"

"What do you mean?" You frowned. "Last week, you made me a killer omelet when I went to bed angry over a Pepper Rex burning my favorite cardigan."

Shane blinked, searching his foggy brain for that memory, before it dawned on him that he actually DID wake up extra early to surprise you with an omelet he cooked on the stove. Made from Charlie's eggs, of course.

"Ah, that's right..well...I guess I'm good at some things.." He sniffled, slowly calming down.

You chuckled softly, thumbing away the rest of his tears, your fingers brushing over his scruff. He recently shaved it, but it grew back rather quickly--like a crop infused with deluxe growth fertilizer.

"You're good at being my partner, and keeping me company after a long day." You kissed him in the lips. "I love you, Shane. Nothing will change that, even if you have relapses."

"I love you, too..and 'm sorry. I just had this really bad nightmare, and I couldn't fight the urge tonight."

"I understand, I'm not angry." Bringing him back into a hug, you sighed as he squeezed you tightly. "Did you wanna talk about it? I know it's late but..I'm sure it'll help us both."

"...you promise not to laugh?"

"I promise."

"I..had a nightmare you divorced me."

"Huh..really?"

"Yeah, you filed the papers behind my back and said some...pretty hurtful stuff, like how it's "the best 50,000 gold you've ever spent", how what we had was just "a fling", and...how I'm leeching off of you." The longer he went on, the more he struggled to swallow back further tears. "And..you took the pendant back by force. With that dagger you always keep on you."

"....."

"I-It's stupid, but it...just felt so real. And when I woke up and you didn't come back from the mines yet, I thought maybe..it actually happened."

"Shane." You shook your head, leaning back again to bring his face into your hands. "No way would I EVER put that much gold towards something that stupid. This farmwork..it's so much to one person to handle, and I'm forever grateful you're here to help me. You're doing your best, and that's all I could ever ask for."

"Thank you.." He nodded, finally realizing that what he dreamed was nothing more than a ridiculous nightmare.

You smiled and kissed him again, making this one last a bit longer before you pulled away. "I'll get you some water, okay? I don't want my baby to have a hangover in the morning."

Shane sheepishly returned the smile, allowing you to get up and go to the kitchen, while he got comfortable in bed and patiently waited for your return. His hand went to the pendant on his chest, relieved it was still there.

Even though you were probably dead-tired from the mines..you still took the time to care for him when he hit another low. You didn't see him as a chore or a leech on your life.

You saw him as your husband, your soulmate..someone you were willing to love through thick and thin even when some days were harder than others.

Of course, his depression might tell him otherwise, and manifest those insecurities into nightmares.

But you'll still be here for him no matter what.

[loveanddeepdick]

hello! I saw you do writing for Stardew Valley! So excited bout that :>

Would you be able to do some fluff and/or smut about Shane please? He’s my comfort character, love him sm sm <3

HI ANONN im so sorry my inbox wasn't loading old ones, pls blame my laptop from 2013 lol.. anyways heres ur headcannons!

cw and notes: i dont know shane well but i really liked this lol

shane who at first grunts when you coddle or care for him. he turns away, mumbling about you "doing too much" or you being "dramatic". in reality, he's only hiding how flustered you get him. he has to bite the inside of his cheek when you walk by, when you hold his hand, when you speak to him, he probably knows your scent and gets giddy when he knows you're seconds away from bombarding him with all your love!

shane who sometimes gets pressured by willy to drink with him, both of them coming home around the same time, running into each other in the evening as he's going to your farm and willy's going to the bar.

"ain't drinkin' no more, son? c'mon! don't be fuckin pussy, grab a bear!"

"i'm good. got someone to go home to".

no matter how many comments he gets about drinking, he know he comes home to a better taste than any alcohol. you.

shane who claims he's not much of a romantic nor is he sentimental, but one day when you visit him, you realize that he was out for errands and only little jasmine was home. she greets you with a hug, jumping in excitement as she drags you somewhere, babbling on about how she had to show you something.

she goes in their old storage room, digging in a box until she pulls out a small cardboard container. urging you to open it, your jaw drops as it was filled with letters piled upon letters, all addressed to you.

some had even dated back to the month you two had met. none had never been mailed out and opening them revealed that most of them were never even finished.

"i'm a fucking coward. i know i am. i drink all damn day, come home, crash on the floor, dream about you. jas asks about you too. thinks you're a pretty one. can't disagree with her but you deserve better. maybe i'll do something heroic in this life so in the next one, i can deserve you"

you kept all of them, never telling shane, but when he came home with a smile and a box of ingredient to make your favorite food, you decide that yes, he's done more than enough to deserve this life.

[animekpopsimp]

Stardew Valley Characters When Someone Flirts With You

Shane

When Shane sees someone else flirting with you, all of his insecurities resurface. He tries not to let them get to it, but he just can't help it. Of course he trusts that you won't cheat on him, but he can't help but worry that you'll realize the other person is better than he is and leave him. He only feels better when you walk away from the person and pull him away from the situation. It takes some reassurance from you before he is reassured that you won't leave him. He really is lucky to have you.

Harvey

Harvey can't help but get upset when someone starts to flirt with you, especially with him right there. He isn't mad at you of course, but the other person, they don't even acknowledge the fact that the two of you are together. He finally speaks up and starts telling you that you need to go, he's a bit more clingy as he does.

Sam

Sam doesn't get too jealous when someone tries to flirt with you. He knows you won't leave him, so he simply waits for you to tell the person that you're already in a relationship. He loves seeing the look on the person's face when you do.

Alex

Like Sam, Alex doesn't get upset when she sees someone trying to flirt with you. He simply walks up and agrees with everything the person says, making it obvious that the two of you are in a relationship. When the two of you walk away, he has a smirk on his face.

Sebastian

All Sebastian does when he notices the other person flirting with you is stay quiet. He doesn't feel the need to interfere since he trusts you. He simply waits for you to finish the conversation, which doesn't take long, he then just walks away.

Elliot

Elliot doesn't like when he sees someone else flirting with you. However, he doesn't show his jealousy. All he does is walk up to you and pull you away from the situation, he does become a bit more clingy.

[sashiavi]

Thinking Shane Thoughts.. as per usual~

Accidental "I love yous" with my hubby wubby ♡

°•○....○•°

You're just a fling. A one night stand turned into countless evenings. A thing to help him unwind, check his temper and just let loose. Heck, Shane doesn't even know if he could call you 'friends with benefits' cause Yoba knows if you were even his friend in the first place.

But God. Look at you.

Look at you with those gorgeous tits bouncing with every thrust of his hips, the skin of your thighs rippling after every clap of his own. Plap, plap, plap against that puffy little pussy, droolin' for him, suckin' him in, taking the chubby swell of his cock so sweetly- it was enough to make a grown man bawl.

He was already babbling those dirty degrading words. Dumb and stupid on his cock, yeah? Takin' him in so nicely? It's all you're good for, Huh. Take it. Fucken take it.

He couldn't help it, really- the words just slipped out of his mouth, drooled off of his tongue all choked and gravelly. With clenched molars and a quick, heavy few fucks into your cunt his throat dares to utter a filthy "I. Fucken'. Love. You." Gritty and hissed between his teeth, punctuated with his hips.

Yoba- He has to save himself, spew out a few more praises to cover his ass; Love this cunt, love that stupid face, love how you take his cock- But he can't.

Not when you whine and squeak like that, legs wrapped snugly around his hips, thighs squishing tighter than before, ankles locked on his back. Not when your arms loops around his neck, or when your nails dig and scratch lovingly into his hair- Yoba, twirling and tugging, petting, caressing. Especially not when you pull him down into a sloppy kiss, whimpering babbling 'Love You toos- Love you mores' into his lips while your hips hump pathetically back into his bullying thrusts.

Fuck.

He loves you so much.

[daryltwdixon]

table of contents

Daryl has always been your lifeline, your escape from a broken home and a rough childhood on the wrong side of Atlanta, Georgia. No matter how hard things got, you had him, and he had you—until Officer Shane Walsh came along and turned your world upside down. As your bond with Daryl starts to unravel, so does the world around you. Now, you’re navigating a post-apocalyptic nightmare, where survival means facing not just the walkers, but trying to repair what you once had with Daryl and Shane’s increasingly aggressive behavior. Set during Seasons 1 & 2 of The Walking Dead. Reader insert.

Important note: For this story's purpose, Daryl is in his 20s during s1 of TWD. Fem reader. Use of Y/N.

warnings: canon violence, mentions of: s/a, drug and alcohol use, abusive parents, domestic violence, (canon) character deaths, violence against mfc

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*this fic is currently under construction, some chapters are being edited so plz be patient! Feel free to message about anything that I might miss in the process*

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Epilogue

[shemybitchhh]

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻𝔼𝔸𝕋ℍ 𝕆𝔽 ℙ𝔼𝔸ℂ𝔼 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔻

<<Shane McCutcheon x Fem!Reader>>

Sinopsis: Shane though that she had everything under control, that until she met you and her icy heart and reckless mind made short circuit and now she is fucked up.

Warning: smut, fingering, oral sex, Shane receiving. 18+ minors dni!

You were driving her crazy. Every sigh, every laugh, every look from you drove her crazy. And she didn't know why.

Your eyes look at her in a way that made her tremble, and the worst thing was that you didn't even try. Your touch made her skin crawl with just a touch, and your voice made her fly through space.

Since that night she met you, it was as if you were a magnet that forced her to come closer. Your hips moving from side to side on the dance floor. Surrounded by people, dancing alone but with a hint of confidence and danger.

You were one in a lot of people dancing in the same place, but you... you had a very special light illuminating you.

"Hey..." was the first thing she said to you as she approached you with one of her many charming smiles, while still looking at your hips. When you turned and locked eyes with her, she felt the music stop.

"Hi." You told her in a sweet and lively tone, inviting her to dance with you with a single look. Shane took a sip of her beer and moved closer to you to start dancing without any worry... not knowing that that night she would fall into temptation.

She could only remember the sweet sound of your moans against her ear every time she slid her fingers in and out of you. How your hands flew to her hair and tugged at it as you tilted your head back, exposing your neck to her.

"Shane..." her name leaving your lips made her body shake in ecstasy.

That night... she remembered it like the back of her hand. Every touch, every kiss, every moan. And she knew in that moment that she needed more, more from you.

Once, twice, three, four times. Shane had already lost count of how many times she had had you under her, or on top, riding her while she grabbed your hips and her mouth watered just watching how your tits bounced in time with her thrusts.

"Fuck, yes yes yes... Shane..." your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and all she could think about was how beautiful you looked like that. Completely vulnerable to her mercy.

She had had many girls in that position, but none of them reached your heels. Shane could swear she would never get tired of seeing you covered in sweat and sighing while her hands traced your entire body ~which she had already memorized like a map~.

Every mole, every tattoo, every scar. She kissed them as if they were a work of art. Every part that complemented you was a work of art.

"Do you like it? Do you like how I fuck you with my fingers? How I play with your little pussy, baby?" She asked in your ear while her index and middle fingers were inside your pretty pussy, and her thumb drew circles on your clit.

Shane loved seeing how your legs flexed with pleasure, your back arched and your hips rose, making her have to immobilize them with her free hand. She also loved using her tongue, slowly and deliciously penetrating you with her pink muscle and feeling your thighs squeeze the sides of her face.

She moaned in pleasure as your hands ran to her short hair and your fingers tangled in her strands.

"Fuck, you're a delight." She said, leaving wet kisses and bites along your thighs as they trembled from the third consecutive orgasm. Then she would go back to sucking on your clit, chuckling as you let out a squeal from the overstimulation.

Your makeup ruined by your pretty tears rolling down your face. Your taste was sweet like honey and your touch as soft as silk.

Every time her arms wrapped around you, her hunger for you increased. Every time you weren't around her, you were the only thing on her mind.

"We're just casual." She said with a shrug as she took a sip of her espresso looking at her friends.

"Since when are you casual with a girl?" Alice asked letting out a small laugh.

"Casual for who you are, it must be like getting married." Dana joked and Shane rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha, very funny." A girl passed by her and gave her a flirtatious smile along with a wink. That reaction would usually make Shane smile and instantly move closer to start flirting. But it didn't happen. She stayed in her place and looked away to continue drinking her espresso.

It wasn't your eyes, it wasn't your smile, if it wasn't you there was no reaction on her part.

"Why? Why? Fuck...why?" She wondered, looking at the ceiling of her room while the smoke from the cig between her lips formed waves through the air.

She wanted to convince herself that what drove her crazy about you was the way your body moved, and the way you pushed her to the limit in bed. But I knew it was something deeper.

With other girls it was easy. She fucked them, and then left without even saying goodbye. But with you it was different, she felt like she owed you an explanation, that your time was valuable, and knowing that you were spending it on her made her feel important. You were the true death to her peace of mind. Because with you, she had absolutely nothing under control.

Having you asleep on her chest after fucking again and again, while the moonlight illuminated your relaxed face, made her heart go crazy.

That's why she made the decision to walk away, to cut you off from her life. She didn't answer your messages again, your calls, even when she bumped into you on the street she turned around and left, feeling her heart burn when she saw your expression of pain.

You didn't understand her behavior, you had done everything right... haven't you?

"No love, just casual sex."

You remembered her words as if she had tattooed them on your forehead. And that's exactly what you did. You never showed the affection you had for her. You never took a wrong step, showing the true feeling she made you feel.

The butterflies in your stomach and the dizziness in your head when you saw her and smelled her aroma.

Her bed began to feel cold, icy. Every night she shook, unable to sleep, remembering how she used to shake but from pure pleasure, while you wrapped your legs around her waist.

"Shane." She could hear your voice as if you were next to her, but you weren't. Not anymore. She listened to your laughter bounce off the walls, and your breath on the back of her neck.

"Do you miss me Shane? I know you do, love." You weren't there, but it felt so real.

She ran her hands over her face in frustration and decided to light another cigarette, trying to calm her heart.

She tried with more women as well. One after another, they fell on her bed, moaned, trembled, ended in orgasms and with smiles on their faces, but for Shane nothing was enough. Nobody compared to you.

She missed the way you said her name. The way you would bend, the way you would break into million pieces and then go back to one piece.

"What's wrong with you? You look like shit." Alice told her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Shane looked at her and blinked several times, snapping out of her trance.

"Hm?" She asked disoriented. Alice raised an eyebrow at the rest of the group, knowing that something was clearly going on with the brunette.

"You've been in your world for over a week." Bette said, frowning.

"Is something worrying you?" Tina asked, trying to get her friend to open up.

Shane shook her head. "Everything is fine, girls." She assured.

Bun nothing was right. It was no longer a question of fucking you. Shane wanted to possess you completely. You were everything she wanted and needed. Just by seeing you from a distance she was sure that her day could get better. But at the same time she was refusing to let herself fall into temptation again.

It was an endless, toxic cycle that repeated itself in her head. It wasn't your fault, it wasn't your fault that you were her addiction.

She walked from one end of her room to the other without stopping, she had already lost count of how many times she had done it.

She ran her hands through her hair exasperatedly and let out a cry of frustration. She was trying with all her strength, not to want you by her side again. Not needing to feel your skin against hers.

But it wasn't working, and she began to feel her fingers tremble in desperation to have you again.

"Shane... come back to me." Your voice echoed in her head.

"Fuck fuck... FUCK." Came out of her mouth and without another thought, she grabbed her car keys and headed out the door.

You were sitting next to your kitchen counter, a glass of wine rested in your left hand and the morning newspaper in your right. You only had on panties and sandals. Why have more clothes when you are alone in your house.

The sun had just risen and you had had trouble falling asleep, so at 6 AM you were already awake starting your day.

A loud knock was heard on your door and your head peeked above the newspaper with a raised eyebrow. You took one more sip of your wine, grabbed the shirt thrown on the chair next to you, and then headed to the entrance of your house.

You buttoned two buttons on your shirt and then massaged your temples before opening the door. Who could be fucking around at this hour?

Maybe it was your best friend Clara, who had told you to go have breakfast together since she was also awake.

But not. It wasn't Clara, or the postman, or your neighbor Nathan to bring you freshly baked cookies. It was Shane.

She was wearing a dark gray tank top with black pants and boots. Her breathing was accelerated as if she had run for half an hour and her hair was messy, giving her that sexy touch.

Her gaze went straight to your bare thighs and you heard her swallow. You frowned, not knowing why she was there, and a little annoyed that she showed up at your door after pretending you didn't exist.

"Can I help you?" You asked in an icy tone, leaning against the door.

Shane snapped out of her trance and returned her gaze to your face. The face she swore was carved by the gods.

“I…” she trailed off, and you let out a sigh. You weren't up for her nonsense.

"Speak, or I'll slam the door in your face." You said bluntly.

"I need you." She said and looked at you with pleading eyes.

"What was that?" You asked, frowning.

"I need you." She exclaimed and then pronounced your name slowly, tasting it on her lips.

"Go and fuck another girl if you're so desperate." You said with a shrug.

"No, you don't understand. And I don't understand it either." She clutched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I need you... with me."

You wanted to laugh, thinking she was playing a joke on you.

"You, Shane break-hearts-without-looking-back McCutcheon, with a reputation as a womanizer and no affectionate ties, needs me?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"Please let me come in and let's talk." She asked you, rather by her tone she begged you.

And you thought about it, you thought about it very well before giving her an answer.

"Alright... come in." You said making room for her at the door to enter.

Her features relaxed quite a bit knowing that you would give her the opportunity to have a conversation.

You closed the door and stared at the back of her head, almost shooting lightning bolts through your eyes. You were still very angry, and you would let her know that.

But you were different from her, you were more strategic, more stealthy with your movements. No doubt she would know how upset you were, and would pay the consequences, but for now you would let her talk.

"So?" You asked tilting your head.

"I can't stop thinking about you. In your voice, in your look, in your smile... you, simply you." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I know I have no right to demand anything from you, I was the one who walked away after all. But, you just don't stop running through my head every second of my day and I can't take it anymore."

"What do you want from me? Call me again every night at 3 AM to come to your house and fuck until 8 AM?" You asked her and took another sip.

"At first, I thought I just missed sex with you, but it wasn't just that. I miss everything about you." Shane said your name again and you felt a shiver go down your spine. Your name on her lips could make you cum in seconds. "You're not like any other girl I've ever met. You're special, and I knew it from the first moment I saw you, but I guess at the time I didn't know that I'd find myself begging you for a second chance months later."

"I didn't hear you beg." You said and Shane bit her lip.

"Do you want me to beg?" She asked you, and you knew in that moment that you had her exactly where you wanted her.

"Hmm... later." You took the last sip of your wine and left it on the coffee table to get up from the couch and start walking around the living room.

You felt her eyes on you the entire time you moved. You didn't say a single word, knowing how unsettled Shane was, not knowing what was going through your mind at that moment. And you could only enjoy having her in the palm of your hand.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" You asked suddenly and turned to look at her.

"Ever since I started ignoring you." She answered bluntly.

"It's been over a month..." you said and approached her, kneeling in front of the couch to have her face to face. "And what assures me that if I give you another chance, you won't fuck with me again later on?"

"I wouldn't be here in the first place if I knew this was just a stupid whim." She responded with a frown.

"Isn't it? Are you sure about that, Shane?" You asked dismissively and she snorted.

"I know it very well." She said and you noticed the confidence in her voice.

"M'kay." You said and stood up again. You walked to the wall in front of the couch and leaned against it.

"I know what you're doing." She told you, resting her arms on each leg, leaning forward.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You played dumb.

"Yeah, you do." She counterattacked.

"What am I doing?" You asked playing with a strand of your hair.

"You're making me desperate on purpose. You're taking revenge." That comment made you laugh.

"No, Shane. My revenge is knowing that I have you wrapped around my little finger, and using it against you."

"Are you enjoying it? You like knowing that you have me like this?" She asked you, frustration was evident in her voice but at the same time you saw a small smile try to sneak past the side of her lips.

"Yes. You don't know how good it feels, love." You said and Shane trembled hearing what you called her.

"Call me that again." She said. Her voice becoming hoarse.

"Oh? Are you ordering me around?" You asked amused and took a step forward. "I think you're wrong, Shane. I'm the one in charge here. I make the rules, I dictate what's done, and I'll call you however I want."

You were used to a different dynamic. During sex it was always Shane who took control. She always threw you on the bed, pinned you against the mattress, and moved you like a doll to whatever position she wanted.

This time it would be different. You wouldn't let her give a single order. You watched as she clenched her fists and smiled to yourself.

"You're getting angry." You said watching her knuckles turn white. "What's wrong Shane? Don't you like not having control of the situation?"

Your mocking tone was evident. Shane looked away with her brow completely furrowed.

"Look at me." You ordered in a firm voice, her eyes falling on you again. "Don't stop looking at me." You walked towards her and knelt down so you were face to face again. "That's it. Don't stop looking at me. I want to see those pretty eyes staring at me."

You traced her jaw lightly with your fingers, making her shiver. Shane had a mental battle, and her coherent side ended up winning, telling her that if she wanted to win you back the best decision she could make was to follow your orders to the letter.

Her green gems stayed on you the entire time. You bit your lip and gently ran your thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly causing her lips to part slightly.

Your mouth watered just from that action. Seeing her lips was so tempting, knowing the magic she could do with them, and how loud she could make you scream.

You put your thumb in her mouth, and she gave you access to it without a second thought, keeping her gaze on you the entire time.

"Suck." You ordered and instantly felt her tongue tracing circles on your finger. You let out a small moan at the sensation.

God, how you missed her tongue.

You removed your thumb from her mouth, letting only a trickle of saliva connect her lips to your finger. You heard a small whimper but you ignored her.

"Sit back." You said completely serious.

Shane rested her back on the backrest and you looked down at her chest. Her breasts were slightly visible behind her tank top, and her flat abdomen rose and fell due to her heavy breathing.

You wanted to run your hands over and over all over her body, but that would be a reward for her and you wouldn't give her the pleasure.

"Take off your pants." You ordered again. Shane undid the button and pulled down the zipper in a second, completely desperate.

"Woah woah, why the rush?" You stopped her and she looked at you with pleading eyes. "Slow down. We have all day to catch up, right?"

Shane raised her hips so she could take off ger pants, this time going slowly. Her hands trembled as she contained her desire to tear apart her clothes along with yours. When her pants finally fell to the floor, you could see her white panties. A transparent stain on them was visible right where the lining covered her pussy. You stared at that point without moving and then raised your gaze to her eyes.

"Touch yourself."

"What?" She asked at the unexpected order.

"Did I stutter? No, I said touch yourself." You said slowly. "Give me a show. Come on, put your fingers under the fabric, you're already wet."

Shane wasn't used to being in that position. She felt exposed and weak. Taking a deep breath she slowly lowered her fingers to her panties and slid them through her folds. Her middle finger began to trace circles on her clit and involuntary sighs came from his lips. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation, trying to get at least something out of it.

"God, you look so sexy touching yourself." You said looking her up and down.

Shane jumped in surprise as she felt your fingers on the sides of her hips, grabbing the sides of ger panties. You slowly lowered them and tossed them to the side.

"Open your legs more." Shane followed your order. "Good girl. Now play with yourself."

You took off your shirt, showing your bare breasts and Shane bit her lower lip to start tracing circles faster.

You brought your hands to your nipples and played with them, massaging, pulling, you even took one at a time and moaned.

Shane wanted to touch you, to run her hands over your skin again, but she knew you wouldn't let her, not for now at least. You released your left nipple making a "pop" sound and looked at her. Her eyes were fixed on you without moving, her fingers moved agilely and quickly and her chest rose and fell without stopping.

"Stick your fingers inside you."

She stuck her middle finger in and you moaned just by looking at it. You wanted your fingers to be the ones inside her.

She began to take it out and put it in slowly and deeply. After a few minutes she added another, her index finger, and began making scissor movements. You approached her and ran your hands along her white thighs. Shane's skin crawled and you just watched as her fingers disappeared.

You licked your lips and playfully bit her left thigh. You traced a line of wet kisses along the area, and then headed further towards the center. You pulled your hand away from Shane and gave her center a lick, listening to her hold her breath. You repeated the action and then began to suck on her clit, pushing her thighs down when they tried to get up.

You smiled watching Shane melt under your touch. Her hands went to your head and became tangled in your strands. She tugged gently and leaned her head back.

"Shit..."

"It feels good, right?" You asked, replacing your tongue with two fingers, curling them inside her to reach her sweet spot, making a low moan leave her lips. "Take everything off."

Shane didn't hesitate for two seconds to follow your orders. Her mind was clouded and she didn't process her actions before doing them. You had her completely naked at your mercy and she didn't give a shit anymore, she just wanted you to continue making her feel like she was touching the sky with your fingers.

Your name began to leave his lips almost incoherently, like a minimal murmur. You slowed your movements and looked at her with a cruel smile.

"I can not hear you." You pushed your fingers deeper and Shane gripped the back of the couch. She moaned your name this time loud and clear.

"Please..."

"Please that?" You asked following your torture of slow movements.

"I need... I need you..."

"Speak up or I'll stop." You sued.

"MAKE ME CUM FOR FUCK SAKE." She said in a completely desperate manner.

You wrapped your arm around her waist and leaned on her, with your fingers still inside her you began a back and forth of quick, short movements.

You felt her pussy squeeze your fingers and instantly your cunt was dripping just thinking about how good it felt. Shane's back arched completely and you silenced her moans by pressing your lips to hers.

Her mouth sucked on your tongue and you moaned. You bit her lip until it bled and then you lowered your kisses to her neck, sucking her to your pleasure and leaving her marked with red and purplish areas compared to her pale skin.

"Will you leave me again?" You asked in her ear, your movements not stopping. Shane shook her head. "Words, love. I need words."

"I'll never leave again, I swear. Please..." her hands went to your scalp and pulled, you let out a satisfied sound in her ear. "Fuck fuck fuck, ohmyfuckingod..."

"You close?" You whispered and with a single tug on her part you knew. "How badly do you need it?"

"So bad. So fucking bad. Please."

"Gosh, you're sexy when you beg." You smiled and gave her all. "I should do this more often. Your pussy loves my fingers from what I see...not to mention my tongue. I think I might go pussydrunk just from eating you for five minutes."

Shane's body began to have small convulsions and you knew her orgasm was beginning to spread through her body. You were amazed to see how she fell apart in your arms, and all because of you. Her tight walls almost caged your fingers completely and you couldn't do anything but love the way her body reacted to your touch.

"Fucking christ." You whispered more to yourself than to her. You raised your head to look into her eyes. You took your fingers out of her slowly and rested your hand on her belly, drawing soft circles lovingly.

Her green eyes locked onto yours and her hands came to rest on your cheeks. You looked at her lips and then up at her eyes again.

"Were you serious or was it just the ecstacy of the moment?" You asked completely seriously.

"I want to be with you." She assured you and brought her face closer to yours. "Really." Her voice sounded so sincere that the fight between your heart and your brain took for granted.

You slowly closed the distance between you and you melted into a soft and loving kiss.

C: Hey guys! Carm here. Just leaving this and walking away very slowly ~jiji~. Love you guys so much! How you enjoyed ;). I also want to clarify that english is not my first language so I'm very very sorry if something is not written correctly.

Remember to stay hydrated, sleep well ~with Shane~ and masturbate to get to know your body ♡♡♡

[vvampirelust]

reader x shane with shane on the receiving end of a strap on pretty pls ? maybe with some degrading?

warnings: smut, strap (s!receiving), pink strap 4 life, readers a little mean whoops, not proof read

Shane looks up at you with those round, green eyes. “This isn’t what i had in mind, you know.” Her expression seeping with nerves yet undeniably still laced with lust. “When we talked about using…that thing.” The strap, she means. Pink and pretty and proudly standing, attached to the black harness framing your hips. Shane’s eyes dart back and forth from your face to the dildo. “And pink? Really?” judgment clouds her voice.

You, biting back a laugh, retreat from her half-naked form. “Oh, you don’t want it?” you ask, teasing her with faux innocence. Shane’s hands are wrapping around your wrists in an instant, tugging you back down on top of her. Elbows on either side of her head, your lips are almost touching. Warm breath fans your face when Shane huffs through a toothy grin, “I never said that.”

“Are you nervous?”

Shane pauses for a long moment, taking in your whispered question. Her eyes search your face, examining the way you watch her. Looking down at her like you wanted to eat her alive. Shane lifts her head, crashing her lips against yours. Muffled moans escape both of you, mingling between clashing tongues. She fights you for dominance, trying to maintain her ego in such a vulnerable position.

You take that as a go to push your hips forward ever so slightly from where you’re nestled between her legs. The dildo slides against Shane’s wet cunt, bumping her clit. She gasps, faltering. You can’t help but grin against her mouth. “I win.” Is what you silently tell her.

Your hand slips down her body, sliding over the tank still covering her upper half. Pausing to palm her tits through the fabric. Shane mmphs out a sigh, looking down to watch as you start to trail lower. Your fingers lightly scratch against the coarse hair on her mound, eliciting a buck of her hips. Spit wasn’t even necessary, as you grip your faux cock, running the tip between her soppy folds. You almost laugh, after Shane being so adamant it should be her fucking you, not the other way around. And now here she was, fucking dripping for it.

“Say please for me,” you say, looking away from her cunt and to her face, where Shane shoots you a hard look. Yet the heavy breathing gives it all away. This time you do laugh, almost harshly. “Don’t act new, Shane. I know how much of a slut you are. I know you want it.” Your last words come out in bites. Shane chokes as you push just the tip of your dick inside her fluttering hole. “Come on, sweetie. Let me treat you like what you really are.”

Shane’s huffs are pretty pathetic, twinges of a whine behind each one. She avoids your eyes, knowing you’re right, she can already feel you beginning to stretch open her cunt. She does need it, feels too good to go back now. Shane lets her head drop back with a sigh, “Please.” Your free hand shoots up to take ahold of the back of her neck, forcing her to look at you. “Now like you mean it.”

Her eyes widen, having never seen you like this before, and god, why does she like it? “Please, baby. Please fuck me.”

With that, you lean down to kiss her. Taking it slow as to not hurt her, sliding inch after inch inside until your hips are flush against her. “Oh, fuck,” Shane breathes past your lips, gulping as she adjusts to the feeling of you so deep in her cunt, stretching her out in a way she’s never experienced before. “Look,” you whisper, breaking from her lips, gazing down to where you’re connected. She does. Watching as you drag your hips back, drawing a low moan from her throat, letting her see the way your strap glistens with her slick. Shane gasps when you slam back into her, finding a steady pace.

Shane clutches onto you, arms curling around your back as her thighs tighten on your hips. Her sounds fall uncontrollably, moaning and whining as you rut against her. “It feels good, shit, you feel so good,” Shane throws her head back, baring her neck for your teeth to attack.

You bite and suck on her neck, marking her with blossoming bruises, moaning against her skin as if you could feel how tight her cunt was, sucking you in so perfectly. Trailing kisses up to the sweet spot just under her ear, you suckle hard to feel her squirm before sitting up on your knees. Your thrusts become faster, more force behind them. Shane’s cunt releasing lewd noises, squelching beneath the weight of your thrusts. She gets louder, near whining as she reaches to grip your thighs, digging her blunt nails into your flesh. You’re watching her face, admiring the way her features scrunch up in pleasure.

Groaning out a laugh after a particularly rough thrust, you smirk down at Shane. “You fucking like this, don’t you?,” hands sliding to take a tight hold of her hips, your head tilts, Shane nodding through her pretty noises, lost in the feeling. “After all that big talk,” you near coo, “Where’s that smart mouth now, hm?”

Shane whimpers, forcing her fluttering eyes to gaze up at you, “I- shit,” you’ve hit that sensitive spot deep in her walls, she moans loudly. You use the grip on her hips to tug her closer, thighs sprawled over your lap. You’re panting, sweat coating your forehead, using all your strength to fuck her thoroughly. “I like it,” Shane manages to tell you, “I like it so much, baby. Please don’t stop.” Her eyes are rolling back, muscles tensing. She’s getting close.

Hand sliding to her mound, your thumb toys with her red, throbbing clit, circling and dragging Shane towards the edge. “I’m not stopping, babe,” you say lowly, watching your cock slipping in and out of her cunt, “I like seeing you like this.”

bosh xx

[peachy-skies-writings]

Hi! U should totally do headcanons with how the stardew bachelors feel with PDA (public affection) and if they usually do it (im mostly just looking for sam fluff on this app)

Hiya,

This was a fun idea, thanks! I put a lil extra sprinkle in Sam's - hope you like it!

Stardew Bachelors Showing PDA Headcanons

💚🏈 Alex 🏈💚

Loves PDA - it’s the high-school jock that lives inside him that makes him do it. Whether that’s making out in front of everyone at the saloon or wrapping his arm around you while you’re sitting watching the game.

Often shows PDA, especially around anyone who he thinks is diverting your attention away from him when you’re supposed to be out on a date.

Alex’s favourite type of PDA is making out. Just loves it. Wants to kiss you all the time and he doesn’t really care who it’s in front of. (He’ll be respectful if it’s your family or his.)

🧡📖 Elliot 📖🧡

Impartial to PDA - He’s happy to do PDA as long as it’s not over the top. A cheek kiss or a simple peck, hand holding, brushing your hair out of your face. You know, the classics.

Shows PDA if it’s appropriate. He’s not going to make out with you in front of your family or friends, but he’d hold your hand for reassurance.

Elliot’s favourite type of PDA is kissing the back of your hand to greet you. It just makes him feel so fuzzy inside and happy.

🤍🩺 Harvey 🩺🤍

Impartial to PDA - He doesn’t necessarily like PDA but will do it if you want to and if you initiate it. Harvey will cuddle you back in front of everyone and give you a forehead kiss. He probably wouldn’t go further than that as he’s a professional.

Again, like Elliot, he’d show PDA if it was appropriate. Probably a bit more apprehensive.

Harvey’s favourite type of PDA is when you pull him into a hug and he rests his chin on your head. He feels like you’re both pretty invincible when you’re like that.

💙🎸Sam 🎸💙

Likes PDA - You cannot get this man to let go of your hand. If he’s not got his hand in yours, his arm is wrapped around your waist or shoulder. Gives you random kisses throughout the day, and sometimes gets a bit carried away and peppers your face with light kisses in front of everyone and you have to tell him to calm down.

You basically have to peel him off you to go to the bathroom if you’re out and about. He’s not necessarily clingy or possessive, he just has a lot of feelings.

Sam’s favourite type of PDA is when he hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulders, wrapping his arms around your waist.

💜🎮Sebastian 🎮💜

Dislikes PDA - He’s shy about it, he’ll hold your hand if you initiate it and will let you kiss his cheek but he’d be super shy about other stuff. If he’s feeling protective of you though, he will wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer.

Sebastian would show PDA if he was using it to comfort you, like a hand on the small of your back or gently placing his hand in yours if you are nervous or upset. 

It’d be holding your hand and stroking the back of it with his thumb. It just feels so intimate and he feels closer to you when he does it so that’s why it’s his favourite.

🖤🐓Shane 🐓🖤

Hates PDA - Don’t even think about it. He’d hug or kiss you goodbye and hello but that’s about it. The closest he gets is putting his arm around your shoulder.

Shane would really only show PDA if he was giving you a kiss to say hello/goodbye. Occasionally, if he was relaxed, he’d put his arm around your shoulder. He just really believes that he should be showing affection behind closed doors.

If he had to pick, it’d be the first kiss of the day, when you’ve first come to visit him. Seeing you just makes him so happy that he forgets other people are around for a few minutes.