#shane x reader

[mongoosingisme]

Can I request pre-relationship and pining Shane? I feel like that man LONGS and I need to see that. Possibly some angst too or miscommunications. And for possible NSFW, his best friend is totally his hand 😼

Ding dong

Here's the longing you ordered

I threw in a side of yearning and a little self-deprecation dipping sauce.

Enjoy, and don't forget to tip your driver!

Title: Pepper Problems

Pairing: Shane x fem!reader

Word Count: 2580

Rating: Explicit, just to be safe. 18+ only, if you would be so kind.

Tags and story under the cut

Tags: yearning masturbation, fantasized oral sex, fantasized rough sex, sad sack Shane

As a rule, Shane tried not to want things.

When you wanted things, you resigned yourself to one of two eventualities. You either didn’t get what you wanted, or you got it for a while and then it turned to shit.

Better to live with what you had.

Then the new farmer moved in, and Shane found himself breaking his own rules.

He watched her as he slouched at the bar. She was making her rounds, like she did a couple times a week. She liked to give gifts, smiling and laughing, a kind word for everyone she encountered.

She remembered names.

She remembered stories.

She was a ray of fucking sunshine.

It rankled.

“Brought you some peppers,” she said, handing him a bag with a smile. “Heard you liked them.”

They were beautiful, shockingly red in the clear plastic bag. He could tell just by looking at them that they’d taste delicious - a firm bite, spicy with a slight bit of sweetness beneath them.

He wanted to smile. Wanted to thank her. Wanted to bask, for a bit, in her sunshine. To photosynthesize, to unfurl, to become green and bright.

But there was a limited amount of good that could be in Shane’s life at a time. He’d learned not to push things. The farmer, with her bright eyes and pretty smile, was far too much good to fit.

So he’d let a look of disgust cross his face. “You got the wrong guy.”

It felt right, the way shame washed over him as her face fell. Shame he had space for. His capacity for it was limitless.

“Well, what do you like?” she’d asked. 

“Being left the fuck alone.” 

And that should have been that.

————

Of course it wasn’t.

Of course the farmer started showing up even more. 

Not to see him, but she seemed to have made friends with Emily… along with everyone else in the fucking town.

They loved her, and who could blame them? 

He kept his head down, listened to her voice. It changed depending on who she was talking to. Sardonic when joking with Emily. Respectful when Louis leaned against the bar. Light and a little flirty when that writer guy was there.

They’d make a good pair. Shane imagined it as he stared at his glass. Imagined the way the writer would touch her, all slow and gentle probably. Kiss her knuckles, say something romantic. Undress her slowly, respectfully.

Not like Shane would. Not like he wanted to. Fast and rough, buttons flying, thin cotton ripping in his haste to get to her, to find the warm skin underneath, to grab, to bury his nose and mouth into every inch of her, to breathe in and feel her surrounding him, overwhelming and sweet and -

“Hey Em, can I get another?” He gestured to his glass, trying to stop the train of thought before it could pull any further out of the station. 

“Pickles.” The farmer was looking at him. She was speaking to him. The words didn’t make sense, though.

He hadn’t had that much to drink, had he?

“Do you like them?” She was waiting for an answer.

“Fuck no.” It was honest, at least.

“Hmmmmm…” She seemed to be making a list in her mind. “No peppers. No pickles. Berries?”

“Beer,” Shane said, as Emily set another drink down. “And silence.”

“Got it,” the farmer said, and turned back to whoever else was there. The doctor guy. Harold or Hector or whatever the fuck his name was. Her voice was slower when she spoke with him. She seemed to weigh her words more carefully.

Shane wasn’t sure what she sounded like when she spoke with him. He was too wrapped up in his own response. 

Her eyes met his. Squinted. Seemed to weigh his glance.

He’d been staring.

He quickly looked down at his glass, and didn’t look up again until she left.

———————

The days were always the same. Wake up with a headache and a sour stomach. Summon a gentle word or two for Jas as he left for work (“have a good day, Peanut”). Move through his tasks. Try not to let his disdain for his boss show. Try not to take out his frustration on Sam (the kid was alright, another one of those rays of sunshine. How did they keep finding him?). Suffer until work was done. Tell himself he was going to go right back to the ranch to make dinner for Jas and read her a bedtime story. Fail to do that. Sit at the bar instead, basting in uselessness and self-disgust.

The pattern was grinding, but at least it was predictable.

Unless the farmer showed up.

She changed the gravity of the saloon. Something tipped sideways whenever she walked in. 

She kept trying to give him things.

Why did she do that?

“Sunflowers?” She had a bouquet in her hand.

“What the fuck would I do with those?”

She considered. “I heard they’re pretty good roasted.”

“What, like in an oven?” Shane was curious despite himself.

“I think? I mean, sunflower seeds are good, right? So I think it’d be like a big mouthful of them?” She examined the flowers. They looked bright and cheerful. Just like her.

Her hair was loose that day. She usually wore it pulled back.

Not that he kept track of that sort of thing.

“Ooooh, my sister loves those!” Emily was admiring the flowers, and the farmer’s attention left him. 

That was okay. It let him watch.

She leaned against the bar, showing off the flowers. So fucking cute, that farmer, all happy and proud. 

Would she have looked at him like that if he’d taken the peppers?

He took a long drink.

The way she was leaning stretched her back out long. A thin strip of skin was bare between her pants and shirt. He imagined running his mouth up the length of her spine, skin all smooth and soft. Imagined holding onto her hips, sinking his fingers into the soft flesh there, moving her back against him.

He shifted and took another drink. 

The farmer had one too now. Same beer as him. Must have been a long day. She usually had a beer after a long day. Less intense ones usually ended with wine or a cocktail. She’d been doing gin and tonics lately.

Not that he was paying attention.

She would sip at her drink, talk with whoever was nearby. It was incredible, the way she could strike up a conversation with anyone. He was never able to do that. Three words in and he was doubting himself. 

His eyes flicked to her breasts as she leaned forward to laugh at something Emily said. A quick glance. Just enough to see the way the bar pushed her up, gentle curves mounding above her neckline. He thought about pressing his mouth there, scraping his teeth against her skin. Grabbing at her breasts, pushing them together. Would she let him fuck them? What would they feel like, surrounding his cock?

Probably really fucking good.

The writer guy wouldn’t treat her like that.

He took a drink.

His glass was empty. 

“Hey, Em?” 

“Yep.” Emily was moving, refilling his glass.

“This one’s on me,” the farmer said. “Since it’s the only thing you like.”

“He likes peppers too,” Emily said, setting his glass down.

The farmer made a squawking sound. It was adorable. “I tried to give him peppers but he turned them down!”

“That’s because he’s very stupid,” Emily said evenly.

Shane raised his glass in agreement. His stomach was turning, shame filling up the corners. 

He shouldn’t care about getting caught in a lie.

It shouldn’t matter.

The farmer was switching seats, coming over to sit next to him.

“No,” he said flatly as she settled in.

“I bought you a beer, the least you could do is give me a complete sentence.” She was leaning on her elbow as she said it, body starting to soften. It usually did when she was more than halfway through her drink.

“No is a complete sentence.”

“Do you like peppers or not?” There was no sunshine in her voice when she spoke to him, he realized. There was a gentle directness, though, that made him feel entirely off balance.

“Does it matter?” He focused on his drink, and not the way her cheek looked so soft as it settled into her hand.

He wanted to be her hand.

“Yes,” she said simply. “So answer the question.”

Shane sighed. Studied his glass. There was a small chip on the rim. 

“Yeah, I like peppers.”

The farmer made a satisfied sound. Shane risked a glance at her. She was smiling, but not the big sunshiney one. It was smaller. Controlled. 

Sincere.

It felt like being let in on a secret.

“I have more. I’ll bring them tomorrow.” It wasn’t a discussion.

Shane wondered how much of her sunshine was an act.

“Don’t… don’t just… I don’t need your fucking peppers.”

“Well, what do you need?” Her gaze was level. 

Shane looked at his glass again. Spun it around with his fingertips. “Nothing from you,” he finally said.

Something in the farmer seemed to deflate. Shame boiled again, but then he realized he hadn’t punctured her. He’d relieved her. Taken some burden off her shoulders he hadn’t realized she carried.

“Thank Yoba,” she laughed, then took a long drink. “I swear I need a different personality for every person here.”

Shane made a quiet sound of acknowledgement. 

The farmer didn’t say anything else.

They sat together in silence, finishing their drinks.

It was nice. 

It was really, really fucking nice.

Shane began to realize he was doomed.

——————

The farmer pushed at the edges of Shane’s mind, a persistent pressure that fogged him over whenever he let his guard down.

Stocking cans of string beans? She was leaning over him, checking the nutrition label.

Walking over the bridge? She was sitting on the side, smiling that controlled little smile.

Watching a snack spin round in the microwave? She was behind him, talking to Jas, fitting into his life in a way that made him ache.

So he tried not to think about her.

It almost worked, except for when she was there at the saloon.

Laughing. Talking. Giving. Smiling.

And then he couldn’t not think about her. Couldn’t not acknowledge her. Couldn’t not follow her down whatever conversational path she wandered onto.

“It’s disgusting.” A flat refusal.

“She’s right.” Emily backed her up.

And Yoba help him, he was drawn in. “Get a more adventurous palate.”

“Pineapple on pizza isn’t adventurous. It’s blasphemy.” 

She was on her second beer now, body loose and leaning in a way that made him want to move, to press her back against the bar and see just how pliant she could be. 

He bet he could make her real pliant.

“It’s the contrast,” he tried to explain. He was on… was it drink five? They all started to blur together after a while. “The sweet and juice against the salty and chewy from the ham. They have to go together.”

“Yeah, in the fucking garbage.” There was a teasing brightness in her eyes. 

“Philistine,” he said. 

The farmer laughed.

That felt really, really good.

He took a gulping drink. 

The sound of her laughter followed him home.

Stumbling into his room, he heard it.

Shucking his pants, his jacket. Falling into bed. It surrounded him.

He’d made her laugh. Made her look surprised, happy. Made light come into her eyes.

He gave her something.

It was so good.

But there was so little room for good in his life.

There was no way to make her fit.

His mind spiraled. 

Her laugh. 

Her smile.

Her face.

Her hair.

Her body.

That, at least, was a safe enough place to let his mind rest. 

It didn’t hurt so much, to parse it in terms of sex. To fantasize and want. Darker and harder than her laugh and her smile.

The farmer, spread out beneath him.

Soft and giving.

He could grab at her, see the way her body molded to his hands. Feel her give way to him.

His hand found his cock.

What would she sound like, if he pressed at her breast with harsh fingers? Would she whimper? Cry out? Would she love it?

(yeah she’d love it she’d love it so fucking much, arch her back up into his hands and keen and moan and beg for more, fucking beg for his hands on her and…)

Her smile. Her fucking smile. That mouth and those lips and that tongue. Soft, had to be soft, would feel so good wrapped around his cock, sucking, taking him as he thrust down into her throat.

(she’d take it so good, he knew it, knew she’d groan around him and look up at him with those pretty eyes, tears at the corners while he grabbed at her hair, moved her head, made her choke on him and the whole time she’d keep those eyes on him, asking him for more…)

The tension in his body started to coil.

He worked himself faster.

Fast, like he’d move inside her. Put her on her hands and knees. Press a hand down hard on the small of her back, make her arch. Or, no, hips, those hips, that softness giving way to his fingers as he pulled her back. 

(she’d move, he’d make her move, make her tighten and gasp and shake, make her fingers claw at the blanket, the one that was under him right now, make her bite at the bedspread to keep from screaming, because he’d pull her in just right, just the way she needed [he knew she needed it, he knew, he knew he could give her just what she fucking needed], and she’d tense and tighten and tremble and squeeze and come and come and come and when she was done he’d make her do it again, just keep her there under him, around him, her hair and her neck and her eyes and her smile, smiling back at him as he pushed in hard and deep and…)

He came, a weak, unsatisfying thing.

He pressed a hand over her face.

He could still hear her laughing.

He wanted to hear her laugh.

What the fuck did he do now?

——————

That night the farmer had a bag with her.

A jar of pickles, for the doctor.

A bundle of wool, for Emily.

A bottle of wine, split between the writer and that chick who moved in near the ranch.

A bright, round orange for Gus.

Smiles all around, given and returned.

Nothing for him.

“On a scale of one to ten, how grouchy are you today?” She settled in next to him with a drink.

Shane didn't say anything, just shot her a tired look.

“Me too,” she said, and smiled. Controlled. Real.

“Wanna split some pepper poppers?” He’d said it without planning to, without thinking.

“Nah, I hate peppers.” She rested her head on her hand.

“Noted.”

He wanted to be her hand.

He wanted.

As a rule, Shane tried not to want things.

But some part of him, a traitorous vine, kept reaching for her light. And as they sat there in silence, a heaviness settled in.

There was no way this didn’t end in pain.

Sometimes it was better to cut things off before they’d had a chance to begin.

[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)

[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.

[sakurocha]

CAN WE GET SOME OLDER BACHELOR HCS UP IN HEREEEE

- certified enjoyer :>

hello anon!! thank you so much for the ask, i hope i did them justice ehehe this was so fun to write, i look forward to writing more for these three <3

fluffy older bachelor headcanons !

featuring harvey, elliott, and shane ♡

⊹₊⟡ harvey

the highlight of his long days at work are when you pop your head into his office

"excuse me, dr. harvey?"

you find his reaction amusing whenever you pretend to be a patient, the way he startles and tenses at first before relaxing as soon as he realizes that it's you

"you scared me, love. come here, i'm just finishing up."

quiet quality time with him is always the best; your presence is simply more than enough to put him at ease, especially after burning the midnight oil at work

you don't mind simply being around him at all, watching him work, seeing if there's anything you can help him with, whether it's fetching a fresh cup of coffee or massaging his shoulders

he's so, so grateful for you all the time, but even more so during moments like these

he's always checking up on you, asking how your day was, if there's anything he can do to help, or if anything interesting happened

such a great listener; whether you're relaying the neighborhood gossip from jodi or recounting the fruition of a giant melon that day, he's always nodding along, stroking your arm gently while giving you his full attention

he just loves to hear you talk and listen to your stories, which you are never short of!

the both of you are quite busy during the day, so he always looks forward to curling up with you in bed after a long day with steaming mugs of tea and bundles of warm blankets

even better if it's raining—he just loves doing anything cozy with you by his side~

i imagine one of his favorite date activities to be ceramics

he frowns whenever he compares his product to yours

"you're so precise with your hands, darling," he says, laughing softly at his creation, which wasn't bad at all! it simply had a few... quirks, which you absolutely adored

"it gives it character, harvey. i love it."

you keep his pieces in the living room of the farmhouse, somewhere you can see it all the time, a constant reminder of his comforting presence

meanwhile he uses the mugs you've sculpted for him on his work desk, always filled with steaming coffee, the caffeine and your love for him more than enough to power him through long days <3

⊹₊⟡ elliott

loves taking walks with you, whether it's through the crisp cindersap forest or the familiar shores in front of his cabin, waves lapping peacefully at the soft sand

always picks out things to show you, from glittering seashells to blooming flowers

he likens their natural beauty to yours, never failing to make you blush

he does that a lot, even without realizing it

his words are just so poetic and swoon-worthy, you can't help it

he gives an amused smile when you flush with embarrassment, pressing a smooth kiss to the back of your hand like a true gentleman

"i apologize, have i flustered you, darling?"

speaking of being a gentleman, this man is the epitome of one

every single time he picks you up from somewhere, without fail, he always shows up with a breathtaking bouquet in his hands, just for you

"your favorites, my love," he says, with all of the charm of an old-fashioned gentleman in a romance movie

the two of you look good together, and all the townsfolk comment on it

"the farmer just glows next to him, do they not?" "that is what i'm here for," elliott replies with a proud smile as you flush at the compliment

he's always so, so proud of everything you do, even the smallest things

i imagine he loves big, celebratory hugs, spinning you around in the air whenever you tell him a major accomplishment, making you really feel like the lead in a romance movie

"yes! i always knew you could do it, my love," he says, proud eyes shining bright

the romance between you two is just so sweet, romantic, and poetic, with every day with him feeling like a fairy tale

he's your knight in shining armor, while you are his muse

and he makes sure you know it, constantly dedicating songs and poems to you, his favorite aspects of you sprinkled throughout heartfelt lyrics and stanzas

you love him more than he could ever know, and he feels exactly the same way about you <3

⊹₊⟡ shane

you absolutely love teasing him; he always acts like he fucking hates it but you know he loves it 🤭

i imagine you have an insane assortment of ridiculous pet names for him, from shaney-poo to mama hen, each rendition getting more and more creative

he gets more horrified each time

"how the hell didja even come up with that?!"

it's just too easy to poke fun at him. it's just inherent in your dynamic. <3

you're always pushing him to try new things that are way outside of his comfort zone; you're his perfect foil

and even if he grumbles in protest at first, in the end, he just loves spending time with you

your first idea was accompanying him to the saloon, which he was surprised about

but you had other plans >:)

after the first round of drinks, you were feeling particularly mischievous

so you took his hand and dragged him out of his usual corner, swaying your hips

"come onnnn, shaney! let's dance!"

"oh HELL no." he was rooted to his spot at first, but as usual, your charms had worked on him, and he eventually gave in

you even got some laughs out of him! mission success :)

he can feel himself opening up the more time you spend together, from trying things he would never have before to becoming more vulnerable around you

which is why he's always so grateful for you, even if he struggles to show it sometimes

when the two of you are alone, he's a bit more liberal with his affections

wrapping his arms around you from behind, giving small pecks to your cheek, tickling your skin with his stubble

on the other hand, you're always on him whenever you can, clinging to him like he's a giant teddy bear

hugging his arm whenever the two of you are walking, looping your arms around his neck when you talk to him, peppering his face with sweet kisses

he acts all irritated, but in reality, he's just flustered by your boldness heheh

"why so grumpy, shane?" you ask, pulling away from him after dotting tiny pecks all over

".... 'cause you stopped," he admits, bashfully averting his gaze <3

thank you so much for reading! requests are always open~ ♡

[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…

-

a/n; 😶‍🌫️

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] SDV Bachelors x Thicc Thighs

Give your thanks to anon!

Summary: Basically what the anon describes above!

Warning(s): A mix of fluff and smut, Outdoors Sex (No one's around though), Orgasm Denial, Rreader is a virgin in Alex's part, A bit of degradation in Elliot's/Shane's parts, All around horny energy, Shane doesn't let the reader cum.

Side Note(s): Now to wait for someone to write the second fourth part of this mini-series(?). The bachelors being obsessed over the farmer's lips 😔

FUCK THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE (Sorry anon T0T)

Elliot

Okay first—Im standing ten toes down when I say that Elliot wouldn't be the biggest into thigh-fucking.

Although he appreciates every single part of your body—grinding himself against your ass or fucking your tits would definitely be more of a turn-on for him, however, I think he'd see playing with your thighs or fucking them as an appetizer/teaser to something bigger.

So hear this idea out—

Elliot deciding to punish you after you spend the entire day teasing him and distracting him from writing. What's worse? You wouldn't let him come within an inch of letting him touch you! From sly touches against his crotch, wearing skimpier clothing than usual, and even bending over in front of him, clearly showing that you weren't wearing any underwear underneath.

If you got to tease him then surely he was allowed to do it back?

So, to get his payback for enduring an entire day of your teasing as well as not being able to get any work done—

He'll simply relieve himself by fucking your thighs.

♡ - “Certainly you didn’t think that your actions wouldn’t have consequences, my darling…”

Elliot currently had you pressed into a mean mating press, your knees threatening to touch your chest as your boyfriend used enough of his weight to keep you pinned and unmoving. Had it been an ordinary day…his cock drilling in and out of your cunt as he whispered words of praise into your ear while his hands ran all over your body, you would’ve adored this position per the usual! Especially with the bonus of being able to see all of Elliot’s expressions, hear every delicious moan and groan he had to offer you. But, after teasing Elliot all day and effectively keeping him from getting any sort of writing done, you were tiring yourself out trying to squirm your way out from underneath Elliot as his cock fucked your thighs, the underside of his dick rubbing against your soaked cunt and lightly grazing over your clit.

It was maddening.

You weren't offered a single speck of pleasure, and every plea to have something fell on deaf ears. "Pleasepleaseplease...E-Elliot—" You tried to sweetly whine to your boyfriend, hoping to garner the tiniest bit of sympathy from him. Yet, Elliot dared to cock his head to the side with a faux confused expression.

"Begging already, my love? For what?" He purred. "I'm right here—" He leaned his head down to press a kiss to your forehead and then to the sides of your lips, purposefully missing your puckered mouth and even going so far as to laugh in your face when you tried to chase after his lips. "—isn't what I'm giving you enough?"

You pouted, your mind torn between attempting to appear grateful and simply telling him that you needed more. "It's...it's fine b-but, can't you at least rub me more...there?"

"Rub you...there?" His thrusts slowed as one of his hands began to tease your nipples, the tips of his fingers barely grazing over your nipples. "You'll have to be more clear, my love...especially when your body is acting as slutty as it is right now." Your cunt clenched at his harsh words, given to you sweetly as if he had said the most heart-warming compliment.

"M-My pussy...rub me more, there..." You gasped when Elliot suddenly picked up the pace, angling his cock to hit your clit even more. And Elliot couldn't help but clench his teeth at the sight, he almost wanted to berate himself for suddenly feeling the urge to be so cruel to his beloved but...scenes from earlier played through his mind like someone was constantly replaying a scene from a movie. The way you'd teasingly press your chest to his body while he was working, and when he was reading one of his novels for inspiration, all of a sudden...there you were! Sitting on his lap and kissing up his neck and face.

Surely you must've felt how his cock throbbed underneath you, begging for your attention.

"You're enjoying this so much Y/N...who knew my spouse was so shameless?" He continued to scold you with a light smirk as he began to lean over you even more, his cock beginning to leak even more pre-cum from his cock as he continued to push and poke at your hard clit. And you were loving it, after being teased for so long, having to endure the bare minimum, the moans that escaped your lips were borderline whorish as Elliot's name combined with pleas for him to give you more left your mouth in droves.

"Ah—!" You cried out. "E-Elliot...! More!"

"More?" He tsked. "Attempt to be a little more grateful, my love. Here I am...touching your needy clit a little bit more like you asked and you dare to ask for more? Especially after the moves you pulled today?"

Through blurry eyes, you looked up at him as a confused 'Huh?' sound left your lips. And he could hardly help the way that the noise pissed him off.

Elliot suddenly grabbed your chin, pinching your cheeks together to force you to look at him a little more clearly. "You seriously don't remember?" Elliot huffed.

"R-Remember wha—oooohhh...!" Your words were drowned out when Elliot suddenly sped up the pace of his thrusts even more, the lewd sound of your slickness in combination with Elliot just barely slipping into your hole threatening to make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"The way you teased me all day, my love!" Your boyfriend moaned, his words borderline a plea for you to see just how much he was in agony for you to give him something more allllll day. Yet, it seemed like he wasn't getting through to you in the slightest as your body made it no secret that it was thoroughly getting off to his cockhead prodding at your needy clit, as well as teasing the act of slipping into your clenching hole. And as the telltale signs of your orgasm started to appear, an idea popped into Elliot's head.

Why should you be allowed to cum if he hadn't been given the chance? After all, it seemed like that'd be the only way for you to learn.

"Are you close, darling?" Elliot whispered in your ear as his hands helped to part your thighs just enough for his hand to slip past to begin rubbing at your clit. The squeal that released from you made him smirk, your wanton begging for him to make you cum ringing out through your shared bedroom as he rubbed your throbbing clit just the way you liked while he felt his own release begin to steadily build up inside of him at the sight of your face becoming more and more lewd in the face of your impending orgasm.

Your moans started to become higher and higher, your hands rushing to grip the bedsheets for stability as your thighs began to shake and tremble.

And just before you could release—he tore your pleasure right from underneath your nose. Elliot laughed quietly at the confusion that steadily built up on your features, your eyes weakly opening and looking around for a moment before landing on your boyfriend who took himself away form you and released you from your mating press. "E-Elliot...?" You whined. "Why did you—"

"Come now, surely you didn't think it would be that easy for you to cum when this is a punishment for you?"

Sebastian

*Dog girl outfit with thigh-high stockings*

After watching this one hentai featuring a girl dressing up for her boyfriend in a sexy dog-girl outfit (before you two started dating of course!). He's been hooked on the idea, and it's only a bonus that it fits your personality as well!

You're always so bouncy around him, happy to spend even a second of your time in his presence. Anytime he hears your voice, it warms his heart but, when you do it wearing those shorts that hug your thighs juuusssttt right or a skirt that exposes just enough of your thighs. It drives him absolutely nuts.

He felt like a pervert imagining you in the dog girl outfit that he saw in that one hentai.

And when you two began dating, he wanted to ask you so badly if you'd dress up for him! But, him being the sweet boyfriend that he is, one that was absolutely terrified of the idea of your sweet expression being switched for something riddled with disgust if he were to suggest such an idea to you—

He kept it to himself and had planned to until the day he kicked the bucket.

So imagine how shocked (and elated) he was when you surprised him one night with a dog girl outfit. It was as if you were taken straight from the hentai, with fake dog ears atop your head, thigh-high stockings, and cute paws on the bottom of the stockings to boot!

With such a cute display, however...he couldn't resist fucking your thighs.

♡ - Each thrust into your plush thighs made him feel as if he had died and gone to heaven.

When Sebastian arrived home late one night to see you lying on the bed wearing a sexy dog outfit with thigh-high stockings. He had to blink his eyes rapidly to make sure that he wasn't dreaming! The second he had reached the bed and pressed his lips to yours, the rest was history as he felt up every inch of your body. Appreciating every piece of skin available for him to see and feel directly underneath his hands before he reached the main prize and slipped your underwear down to reveal a soaked mess underneath the tiny article of clothing.

After then...it was a no-brainer that he had to fuck your thighs like a man starved!

With each thrust into your soaked thighs, his arms wrapped your legs tightly as if he was the one who needed a lifeline in the face of the sheer amount of pleasure that your thighs were delivering to him, made his head spin as moans utter gratitude and praise left his kiss-swollen lips. "Y-Y/N..." Sebastian groaned deeply, the sounds of plapping echoing throughout your room alongside the barely audible sounds of Sebastian thanking you.

You would've had a mind to ask him what in Yoba's name was he thanking you for if his cock wasn't teasing your cunt jussstttt right. Each thrust of your boyfriend's hips, it was a delicious dice roll between him either hammering his cockhead against your aching clit or him slipping enough of himself inside your hole that made you want to beg for more. However, tonight wasn't supposed to be about you in the slightest.

Your sweet Sebastian thought he was soooo sneaky about his hentai.

And when you had stumbled upon it, peaking through the crack of the door just enough to spot how he moaned out your name to some girl on screen that looked vaguely familiar to yourself. You noted how she wore a sexy dog outfit with stockings that gripped the thighs so tightly that the fat of the skin started to pudge out a little.

It was the perfect gift to give your boyfriend to end the week!

You just hadn't expected him to like the gift this much.

"Sebby..." You quietly moaned to Sebastian, not expecting him to truly respond to you with how lost he was from thrusting his dick out and between your thighs. The way he mumbled incoherently as his face was a deep beet red made you nearly want to beg him to stick his cock in you, the throbbing deep inside your cunt so obvious that, while him practically battering your clit was nice...you wanted more. And what better way to entice him to give you more than to help him along to his orgasm?

"Y/N..." Sebastian tearfully moaned, his mouth threatening to hang open like a panting dog as his tear-filled eyes slowly dragged over to you. "I feel sososososo good—you feel so good—shit!"

You clenched your thighs tighter together, causing your boyfriend to hiss out in pleasure as his pace began to stutter a little in the wake of his orgasm. "So cute Sebastian~" You giggled as you trailed a hand down to your clit to begin rubbing yourself to the sight of your teary-eyed boyfriend, lost in the pleasure of fucking your thighs. And as Sebastian looked over your flushed form, showing a particular interest in how you used your fingers to rub your bundle of nerves gently, his mouth suddenly began to water with the sudden need to taste your cunt.

As much as he loved fucking your thighs...nothing would ever compare to the taste and feeling of your cunt on his lips. The memory helping him manage a few more thrusts before he suddenly stilled with a pitched moan and a few cries of your name as his ropey cum splattered against your stomach.

You steadily took your fingers from your clit as you watched Sebastian come down from his high, only for him to look at you through hooded eyes as he licked his lips. "You didn't get to cum..." His eyes were glued to your soaked pussy, the poor man nearly having a mind to lick his mouth like a hungry dog would its chops in the face of a slab of meat.

"May I?" You couldn't nod your head fast enough.

Sam

If I'm being completely honest, I believe that he has a preference for your pussy. It's so tight and warm that how could he ever have a preference for anything else? It was like it was personally made for him, he practically has an addition at this point!

Therefore, I'd like to think that fucking your thighs wouldn't be his first choice ever.

But if you were both in a hurry to get somewhere but his boner just wouldn't calm down?

He's definitely going for your thighs, and although he thinks the plushness of your thighs is better for resting his head against. The perverted side of him does get off to the imagination that he's doing something dirty when he's fucking you behind your shared farmhouse.

Let's say— something, something forbidden relationship with the farmer's daughter.

♡ - It was hard for him to distinguish between reality and fantasy at the moment.

Of course, he knew that the moment he currently shared with you, fucking you right behind your shared farmhouse was absolutely real. But the imagination of him doing something even dirtier...a forbidden quickie at the risk of being caught by your father was making his cock throb. A perverted part of him wanted this fantasy that was bumping around inside of his head to be real as he pictured you being the cute farmer's daughter while he was the no-good troublemaker out to have you allll to himself.

It seems that he had won.

Like a dog drooling over a bitch in heat, he was currently pressing his front against your back while you braced your hands against the wall of the house, the loud calls of the cicadas hardly doing a single thing to drown out the noises of you and Sam's lovemaking. "F-Fuck baby..." Sam moaned in your ear as he roughly fucked your arms, his arms tightly wrapped around your torso all as he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck.

Despite the blazing heat that came with summertime, your warmth in particular was something he would never shy away from. Your breathless moans and whines for him to 'Go slower' or 'Be more quiet, Sam!' falling on deaf ears as Sam panted roughly into your ear as the back of his abdomen and thighs slapped roughly against your thighs.

"S-Sam...!" You tried to speak through your heavy moans, attempting to sound firm as best as you could to try and get your stupid blonde boyfriend to listen to you. "It's hot out here!" You continued to complain. "Do we really have to—Ooohhh...." Sam would've laughed had he not been imagining himself being balls-deep inside of your pussy. You complained about the heat but Sam thought he was being good in this moment!

"I-Imagine how much hotter it'd be if your pussy was wrapped around my dick, Y/N~" He purred into your ear.

Your pussy clenched at his lewd voice, panting and practically begging for you to let him continue defiling your thighs with his hard cock. His pre-cum coated the middle of your thighs and only continued to spread as Sam thrust out and in from your plush thighs. Yet, you tried to bite the inside of your cheek and remain as firm as you could, you'd let your boyfriend get away with this just this once.

But it really was hot outside!

And there were so many chores to do as well— "Heyyy..." Sam suddenly whined. "Don't space out on me—" You gasped as you felt one of Sam's hands begin to trail up towards one of your tits, the feeling of him beginning to flick and tug at your perked nub making your pussy ooze out even more of its slick onto your boyfriend's cock. And you could almost hear the smirk that steadily came onto Sam's face when he realized how turned on you were getting. "—If you need me to pleasure you more, just say it Y/N~" A sharp moan tore from your throat when Sam changed the angle of his thrusts, directing them more 'upwards' to begin sliding himself more against your pussy and effectively hitting your clit.

Each pleasurable stab stole your breath and sent electric shocks up and down your spine. The combination of the heat alongside Sam's needy whines and pants, as well as the touches of his eager hands making your mind begin to spin. "S-Sammmm—!" You drawled out as a trail of drool began to dribble out the side of your mouth, your eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head as you felt your orgasm begin to sneak up on you.

Although Sam, he knew your body like the back of his own hand.

The way your attempts to scold him began to slow before stopping completely in the wake of your moans, how you tried to press your body closer to him despite originally complaining about the heat...and especially how your moans started to increase in pitch. "My pretty Y/N..." Sam breathed against your neck, almost chuckling before a moan interrupted him as he felt a knot start to wind up in his stomach at his approaching orgasm, his balls tightening at his impending release. "Sosososo pretty—" He stopped when you looked over your shoulder to weakly shoot a glare at him, one that almost made him pause in his thrusts as he suddenly thought he had done something wrong if it weren't for the way you still had that needy look in your eyes.

"S-Stop...talking—" Weakly, you grabbed the front of his shirt before you pulled his lips to you to keep any more words from leaving his lips, causing the blonde's eyes to widen for but a single moment until he quickly relaxed and simply closed his eyes, sinking further into the feeling of you and your lips. And, silently, his imagination once more as, in the back of his mind, he imagined a far cooler setting and you being just as loud, if not louder than he was!

Begging for him to continue dicking down behind your father's farmhouse while he was inside none-the-wiser to the fact that his daughter was being taken by the very same boy that he constantly said was "No good". "Y/N—" He breathed against your lips, his eyes cracking open to admire your beauty even more. "Y/N...Y/N...Y/N—!" He chanted over and over and over again like a man possessed, a willing servant at the whim of his goddess as he hugged your body tighter to his own, his cock throbbing at the sound of your moans getting even higher in pitch before he suddenly felt a gushing sensation against his cock.

Your thighs shuddered against him as he continued to fuck your thighs, only managing a few more thrusts until he suddenly stilled with a deep moan. For a few minutes, both of your minds were foggy with lust and the blissful feeling of post-orgasmic bliss, that is...until you weakly smacked your hand against Sam's arm with a huff.

Sam huffed as he recognized that he was going to get scolded by you about how you missed your chores for the morning or that you weren't able to go fishing as you had originally intended, he hated when you scolded him, the way you looked at him while you were being all lovey towards him was soooo much preferable.

And, if Sam had to fuck you senseless (in the house this time, of course) to avoid being scolded for a little bit longer...he was going to do just that!

Alex

Similar to Sam, he has a preference for your pussy. If Alex is fucking your thighs, it's because he's in a bind and he doesn't have enough time to enjoy your pussy to the fullest.

However—

When the two of you were dating and were still fresh to the scene of being intimate with one another. When the two of you were making out one night and you felt Alex's girthy cock pitching a tent in his pants, you became nervous as hell.

No matter how much reassurance Alex tried to give you, you made it clear that you weren't ready for something as big as him being inside of you just yet.

And he respected that! (+ With you deciding to sleep over at his place, he couldn't imagine the horror of his grandparents overhearing the two of you)

Thus, he turned to your lovely thighs. After a few more kisses and gently sliding your pants off of you, he was all too eager to give you a taste of what he could give you via fucking your thighs as if he were actually fucking your pussy.

♡ - "You're like this just from making out a little?"

You were so wet that it was embarrassing, as Alex hooked a finger to gently pull your panties aside, gently toying and playing with the slick that your virgin sex oozed out. Your already present blush only increased when you began to hear the quiet squelching of your cunt. "You realllyyy sure that you don't want me to fuck you with my cock, tonight?" Alex asked again. You could feel him smirk against the shell of your ear, even going so far as to lightly nip it to elicit a soft gasp from your kiss-swollen lips.

Your mind was foggy from lust, your brain practically tearing itself apart with the thought of what it would be like to have something so big inside of you while you were also afraid of something so big being inside of you!

Your fear won out in the end as you nodded your head. "I-I'm sure..." You whispered, almost ashamed of your answer. Alex quickly reassured you that he wasn't bothered in the slightest by turning your head towards him and pressing a kiss on the side of your mouth. If you were so scared, he'd simply give you a preview of the pleasure he could give you all without even sticking a single finger inside of you. "So cute, farmer." Alex kissed the side of your lips a second time before he started to trail kisses down the side of your neck, his fingers becoming more and more adventurous as he started to play with your throbbing clit while his other hand busied itself freeing his hard cock.

Every single part of you was absolutely mouth-watering to him.

From your tits to your ass, and especially your cunt. One day, he'd like to fuck all of them, make you cry out his name, and beg for him to dick you down like he hated you. But, as he finally freed his cock from his boxers, his dick struggling to stand upright from its own weight, he smirked against your neck at the quiet sound of your nervousness. "No need to be nervous, farmer." He laughed. "Let me fuck your thighs and I'll tend to this needy clit of yours," Your thighs threatened to slam closed when he pressed a single finger against your bud. The pleasure that shot throughout your veins almost blinding as you quickly threw a hand over your mouth to keep a moan from accidentally slipping out.

Cute.

"C'mon..." Alex urged once more. "Close your thighs around my cock." He whispered hotly against your ear.

Slowly, you did as he asked of you and closed your thighs. The feeling of his cock throbbing against your bare sex made your cunt ooze out even more of its lubricant while your bud throbbed so much that it was almost painful. "What—what do I do now...?" You asked the question hesitantly, not wanting to seem that much of a virgin that you didn't even know what to do with a cock even when it was presented to you.

Your boyfriend smirked. "Nothing," He said. "I'll take the reigns from here." Your hand immediately shot to his forearm when his fingers started to rub circles over your clit in tune with him steadily beginning to thrust his hips upwards. Alex leaned back a little, bracing himself with his free hand as he trusted you to hold onto him tightly while he pleasured both you and himself, the sight of your slick started to coat his dick making his mouth water as he started to wish that he was down there, tasting your cunt and committing every reaction you gave him to memory.

For now, he'd gladly settle with this and your current reactions as you squirmed and struggled to keep quiet, all as you grasped onto his forearm as if it were your only lifeline. "A-Alex...!" You breathlessly whispered. "Feels so good..."

"Yeah?" He kissed your neck, slowly speeding up his fingers much to your delight. You bucked further into his touch as your cunt clenched and twitched against the fervent rubbing of his cock. Soon, breathless gasps and whines mixed with deep yet quiet groans started to fill the room, threatening to bounce off the walls as your boyfriend began to fuck your thighs even faster, even harder. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin began to reach your ears as you could feel Alex's balls hit the back of your thighs while the deep sounds of him groaning your name and raving about how good you felt began to make a strange feeling start to appear in the pit of your stomach.

"Fuckfuckfuck...!" Alex moaned. "You feel so fucking good pretty..." If your thighs felt this good, how would your cunt feel? He wondered.

The imagination of his cock thrusting in and out of your warmth...you could hardly control much less recognize the sounds that left your lips as you wrapped your arms around the back of Alex's neck, nearly biting your bottom lip to the point it bled as you forced each loud moan that wished to escape into the back of your throat. "A-Alex—!" You cried out, small beads of tears dotting your eyeline as the odd feeling of something coming closer made you feel weird. "—s-something...something's coming!" You tried to warn him, the warning seeming to do nothing but make his fingers move against your clit even faster.

"You close?" He groaned against your ear. "Go ahead and cum pretty, I'm—" His hips began to stutter a little at his oncoming release, threatening to nearly bounce you off his lap with how hard he was fucking up into your plush thighs. "—I-I'm close to...r-right behind you..." It was hard for him to keep quiet with how good you felt, and the same went for you as Alex's fierce movements against your clit made you clench and throb around nothing as more and more of your moans slipped out. It was hard to worry about who would hear you when you felt so good, the strange feeling in the pit of your stomach getting tighter and tighter until you threw your head back onto Alex's shoulder with a loud moan of pleasure. "Fuck—!" You just about nearly screamed until Alex slapped a hand around your mouth to try and help control your moans.

Just in time for him to suddenly curl over you, managing a few more thrusts before he stilled, a scorching warmth coating your thighs. The two of you basked in your shared orgasm for a few minutes, panting like dogs in heat.

If things felt that good without being truly fucked with his cock...

You'd have to get over your nervousness sooner rather than later.

Harvey

He loves your thighs. He really does think they're the prettiest part of your body!

Essentially, he's a textbook example of being a master-class level thigh-man. Boobs and ass are fine but the idea of your thighs being around him in some shape or form? That's what gets him off.

Here me out on this though, out of everyone on this list, however? His tastes in fucking your thighs would be pretty basic and obvious.

Not too much kinkiness to it or any alternative motives needed to get him going/finding a reason behind wanting to fuck your thighs. He's the type to simply ask if he can fuck your plush thighs and going at it once you've given him the okay! But—there's one scenario that does get him going.

Fucking your thighs in his office.

So, one night, when Maru had gone home and he was finishing up some paperwork, stressed as all hell per the life of a doctor—

Being the caring spouse that you were, you decided to give him a little encouragement. And the man was secretly over the moon when you lovingly gave him the encouragement.

♡ - "Cmon Harvey…you gotta finish this paperwork so we can go home~”

The pen in his hand was trembling like a lone tree would in the face of a hurricane. When he had said that he needed to stay in his office later than usual to finish up some paperwork, he was warmed at the fact that you wanted to stay with him to keep him company! The light conversation you provided as well as your soothing presence had made for the perfect encouragement to keep his pen moving across his paperwork, anything to help him alongside faster so he could reach his favorite part of the day, resting in you and his shared bed with your fingers running through his hair.

Yet...when you had begun to start touching him, your words taking on more of a seductive purr compared to earlier. He knew you were beginning to grow bored of watching him do paperwork for the past hour and a half.

He tried to hurry, you were always suddenly in the mood to distract him when he was busy with something or you found yourself sitting down for too long. And, trying to tell you that he was 'almost done' or 'give me a few more minutes' rarely worked in the face of your newfound eagerness to play with him, even when he attempted to use a firm tone! It always fell short as even he couldn't resist your temptations in the face of him being absolutely weak for you.

A few kisses against his lips and light touches against the tent that was beginning to pitch in his pants...he was a goner soon after.

"H-Honey..." Harvey hissed, almost as if he were in pain although you knew it was quite the opposite. The feeling of you moving your warm thighs up and down his throbbing cock at such a slow pace was maddening, almost making him want to attempt to take control but his hands were far too shakey to attempt it only to wind up embarrassing himself. "Please..." He begged.

You looked over your shoulder with a giggle. "Please what?" You questioned with a sickeningly sweet mockery.

"Let me—" He gulped. "—let me cum...it's d-distracting me."

You hummed, your facial features shifting in question as if you were genuinely considering his request as you moved your thighs up and down even quicker on your boyfriend's cock. "Hm...I don't know Harvey—" You stopped briefly in your sentence as Harvey's hand shot to your arm, gripping it tightly as his head began to fall, groans and pleas for you to continue at the pace you were going slipping from his lips. The sight was absolutely arousing, all you wanted to do all of a sudden was kiss your boyfriend stupid while you slipped his cock into your pussy and rode him until the next day!

However, if Harvey couldn't focus on finishing his paperwork.

You had to be the rational part of his brain and encourage him to do!

Thus, you slowed your pace down much to the disappointment of your boyfriend, his head suddenly rising a little to look at you with an adorable confused expression, as if he were a pup who was confused as to why something was taken from it all of a sudden. "W-Why—"

"Finish your paperwork." You said with an even firmer voice than he could manage. "If I let you cum now then all you'll do is have to stay here even later tomorrow!" You pouted.

"Just focus Harvey!"

'Easier said than done.' Is what the doctor said in his head as he struggled to raise himself to a position where he could finish his work, desperately trying to ignore the slow movement of your thighs much less the way you quietly moaned in his ear and spoke filthy things in his ear.

Things like how you deserved a reward of your own after he was finished with his paperwork, a reward that went along the lines of him fucking you stupid with his cock or you fucking him stupid. "You're slowing down Harvey~" You purred in his ear when you spotted his writing beginning to slow down once more. "C'mon, it's like you don't want to go home after this!" You dared to laugh at Harvey when he gasped at the feeling of your hand beginning to massage the head of his cock every time it appeared when you had lowered yourself back down.

"Think how much you'll be able to cum once we're home honey~"

This was torture.

The only warning you got that he had reached his breaking point was when he sighed and he placed his pen down on the table, causing you to make a noise of confusion before he wrapped his arms around your torso and fucked his hips up into your thighs. The sounds of plapping echoing throughout the room in tune with Harvey's moans and deep-bellied groans making you soak through your panties and suddenly wish you were the one being fucked and not your thighs!

"H-Harvey?!" You tried to speak over the sound of your thighs getting destroyed. "What's gotten into you?" You laughed. "Suddenly not up to finishing your paperwork—" Harvey suddenly placed a hand over your mouth, the sudden show of dominance making your face suddenly heat up as your imagination suddenly ran wild with the thoughts of your boyfriend fucking you exactly as he was with your thighs now.

You almost thought you would've came in his lap completely untouched but—

"S-Shit..." Harvey whispered against your ear. "Y/N..." He moaned. His clothed thighs slapped up into your own only a few more times before he stilled with a sharp outcry. Yet...when you looked down to see if you could see the evidence of his release...you were met with— "Nothing?" You said curiously.

You looked to Harvey for but a moment before you gasped and then smirked. He had a dry orgasm.

"Oh, Harvey...we definitely need to see if you'll be able to have other types of orgasms now~"

Shane

The second on this list who would use the concept of fucking your thighs as a way of punishment. However, unlike Elliot, he's doing it purely for fun.

Fucking your thighs while telling you the exact same things he would say if he were fucking your cunt as normal, it nearly makes him cum within seconds. Bonus points if you're tearily trying to convince him to fuck your pussy.

But, unbeknownst to you, that only makes him want to fuck your thighs even more as—why would he end his fun so early?

And you best believe he's doing a little bit of playful gaslighting/manipulation to further play into the fact that you're trying to end him having a little fun with you too early!

Lines like 'Eh? Why are you tryin' to end my fun so early?'

'Aww, is my cock rubbing over your pussy not enough for you? Learn to be less selfish hun'.'

Y'know, the usual Mean!Shane agenda in a way.

♡ - You'd long since lost count of how many times Shane used your thighs to cum.

His weight pressed down on your back to keep you pinned underneath him as he moved his hips up before roughly slamming them back down, eliciting the filthy noises of skin on skin slapping together. as if the two of you were truly fucking one another. And what's worse? Had it not been for you not feeling the sensation of your cunt before stuffed to the absolute brim, Shane would've had you believe it all too easily!

He spoke to you and treated you as if his cock was balls-deep inside your cunt. He spoke the dirtiest words to you, praising your cunt and how warm and wet it was as if he weren't using your thighs as a fleshlight right now. "Fuuuckkk..." Shane groaned deeply in your ear as he used the slick of his previous orgasms to move his hips even faster while you had no choice but to take it.

Yet...personally for you, your cunt ached so much that it was borderline painful.

You wanted to cum as well! But, all Shane did in return was try to trick you into believing that he really was fucking you properly!

"Shane..." You moaned out deliriously as you wiggled your thighs, trying to encourage your boyfriend to at least fuck your thighs closer to where your unclothed cunt was. "Fuck me...please!" You cried out, desperately trying to keep your tears of desperate at bay as you looked over your shoulder to see him barely paying any heed to you.

Thus, you grew even noisier.

"S-Shane—!" Your outcry was quickly snuffed out when Shane wrapped a hand over your mouth with an annoyed fit of grumbles before you felt his breath on your ear.

"What? Gonna complain some more that I'm not fucking your needy pussy even though I am?" You could hear the playfulness in his voice as his thrusts into your thighs became slower and slower until all you felt as a sudden harsh thrust every now and again.

Briefly, Shane released your mouth. "Y-You're not!" You whined. "Stop tricking me! I-I know—Ah!" You suddenly shouted when Shane suddenly grabbed your hair and tugged, not enough to jerk your head back all of a sudden but to grab your attention with a brief stint of pain.

Shane quietly moaned as he resumed his original pace. "Who're you yellin' at?" He questioned. "Since when did you become such a brat? Beggin' for dick even though you already have it?" Your mouth opened to complain once more until you felt your boobs being played with, Shane lifting himself just enough to be able to do so comfortably. "Happy now?" He sneered as he flicked your nipples.

You were on the bridge of kicking your feet and shouting out your frustrations and desires to cum.

But...the small bit of pleasure that he was giving your nipples, it felt more electrified than it usually would in the wake of your sensitive, orgasm-deprived body.

You were going to take what you were able to get. "Not so mouthy now, huh?" As he released your hair, he pressed a hot trail of kisses down your back as you basked in the little bit of pleasure you were able to finally receive. "If you wanted your nipples played with, you coulda just told me~" He continued to tease you before you looked back to your boyfriend once more. And the sight of your teary eyes looking at him with such an adorable yet desperate expression...it made him pause for but a brief moment to smirk but truly hear you out.

"M-My pussy, fuck my pussy...please—!" You cried out. "I can't take it anymore, it...it hurts—"

"Alright, alrighttttt." Shane quieted you down. "Since you begged me so nicely, I have no choice...don't I?"

[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))

[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.

[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.

[billiereid]

Alone Time: Stardew Valley x Reader

Warnings: Rated R. This content is intended for readers ages 18 years or older. Minors, do not interact.

Featuring: Emily. Shane. Haley. Harvey. GN!Reader.

Contains: Masturbation. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Sweet and awkward, but no actual sex depicted.

Summary: You find yourself alone in the farmhouse at some point, and you decide to engage in some alone time. However, things get a little awkward when your spouse accidentally walks in on you.

Emily

It was a Saturday night. Emily was working the late shift at the saloon. She was supposed to be late. She was always late coming home on a Saturday night, with the saloon bustling with everybody in the town. 

You thought she was going to be much later.

As you settled onto the couch to watch some TV, you decided to treat yourself to some alone time. Your hand slipped beneath your pants, hoping to make quick work of your relaxation. But just as you were in the thick of it, the door to your farmhouse opened. In milliseconds, you pulled your hand out of your pants and covered yourself with the blanket that was thrown over the back of the couch.

“Hey, honey,” she said as she slipped off her shoes. You could feel your face heat by about a million degrees, and you pursed your lips to try and suppress it. 

“Hey,” you said back, trying to push back the awkwardness. Emily went into the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. She definitely saw, but she could tell you were embarrassed. So she didn’t say anything about it. She just came to sit on the edge of the couch where you were while her tea was steeping. 

She leaned in to press a kiss to your lips, lingering for a little longer than necessary. “I missed you, too,” she teases quietly. 

And just like that, the awkwardness is gone.

Shane

Gridball was on TV. 

Of course it was, because that was the only reason you ever went to bed alone since you and Shane got married. You always tried to stay up with him, but gridball wasn’t exactly your thing, and you pretty much always ended up going to bed just after half-time.

This was one of those nights, though, when you went to bed and just couldn’t fall asleep. You had felt so sleepy, sitting on the couch with Shane; you could barely keep your eyes open. But as you laid in bed and tried to get comfortable, you realized you weren’t as sleepy as you thought. 

In the hopes of calming your body and your brain, you sat up against the headboard and slipped your hands inside your pants and went to work, trying to relieve some of the pent up tension in your body.

But you waited too late.

You didn’t hear the TV turn off. You didn’t hear Shane’s footsteps coming toward the bedroom door. You only registered his presence when the door opened. You quickly withdrew your hand and tried to pretend like you weren’t doing exactly what you were doing. 

Shane tried to pretend like he didn’t see, but he blinked a few times in response to the sight. “I didn’t realize you were still up,” Shane said, nervously rubbing the back of his head. 

You played along. You swallowed and awkwardly avoided looking at Shane as he undressed for bed. “Yeah,” you said, trying to play off the situation. “I just… wasn’t as tired as I thought, I guess.”

Shane climbed into bed on his side. Pulling you into his arms, he pressed a kiss to your jaw, and he teased, “I could make you tired.”

Haley

It was the night of the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies. You’d spent all day working on the farm before you went with Haley and Emily out to the festival. You had lots of fun with the two of them, but you were exhausted.

Seeing the weight behind your eyes Haley put a hand on your chest. “Baby, why don’t you go ahead and go home?” she offers gently. 

You sighed, and your shoulders slumped. “Are you sure?” you asked. You didn’t want to leave Haley for the festival, but the thought of a hot shower and a warm bed was all too tempting. 

Haley smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m sure,” she answered. “You go ahead and rest. I’m gonna hang out for a bit. I’ll be home a little later.”

With a quick kiss, you left Haley to hang out with her sister. As you arrived home and into your bathroom, you stripped and stepped under the hot water, letting it soothe every ache in your body. 

Mindlessly, you leaned against the shower wall, your hand finding their way to your sex between your legs. You stroked yourself, lazily and brainlessly. And suddenly, Haley bursts through the bathroom door. “Shit!” you exclaimed, startled, immediately moving your hand and straightening up in the shower. 

Haley didn’t comment on it. “I’m home,” she announced plainly, finding her skincare products on their shelves in the bathroom and starting to tend to her skin. She was tired too, and she washed and moisturized her face with hardly a word. 

As she left, though, she looked over her shoulder, and with a playful wink, she teased, “I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

Harvey

Last night was a late night for you.

The first day of the new season, you were racing to get everything in the ground as the sun set and the stars winked in the night sky. That was why you found yourself in bed alone this morning with a coffee sitting cold on the nightstand. 

Harvey had rolled out of bed to go to the clinic this morning, leaving you with a kiss on the head and a coffee for when you woke up. God, he is the sweetest, you thought to yourself. 

You checked the time. It was a little after nine o’clock, which was much too late for you. You brought the mug of coffee to the microwave to heat it up, and you sat at the kitchen table for far too long, just sipping and enjoying the quiet of the house. 

You checked on the animals and let them out for the day. The sprinklers were all doing their jobs. And you retreated to the house to nurse your headache from such a late night. 

You decided to sink into a hot bath. 

As you laid in the hot water, your hand traveled beneath the bubbles to touch your most intimate place. Your eyes fell closed, your lip caught between your teeth, soft sighs escaping your lips. 

“Love?” you heard as the door cracked open, snapping you out of your trance. He immediately shut the door again. “Nope,” he said to himself. “Nope, this is why we knock.” You could hear the breath that he took to try and calm his nerves. 

“Lovey, it’s okay,” you said through the door with a small laugh. “You can come in.”

Harvey sighed in relief, and the door opened again. He appeared in the doorway, his cheeks still tinged slightly pink. “I-I just… came home to check on you,” he said nervously.

Your heart almost melted in response to his sweet reaction. You sighed as you looked up at him. “I love you,” you couldn’t help but say. 

Harvey’s face looked a little stunned when you said it, but he said it back anyway. “I love you too.”

[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.

[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.

[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.