#shane x reader

[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))

[sashiavi]

ahahdheuth i can’t stop thinking about shane and just like a completely oblivious farmer who doesn’t get his (pathetic) attempts at flirting and just think he’s being nice even though they want him too.. . and all he can do is jerk off at home because he is a LOSER. ugh i love shane so diddly darn much.

I love Shane sm in every form <33 - 400 words -

Shane, who was so used to pushing everybody away, with a scowl on his face and a curse under his breath, he had gotten used to the self-induced solitude.

You'd come along and break down the walls he'd built brick by brick, doting on him with words of comfort and friendship - It was easy for him to fall into something deeper.

Flirting was a big step for him! It wasn't his fault it came off in friendly gestures and small talk - He wasn't barking at you to 'Fuck Off', what else did you need?

He could only offer up a hand on the farm so many times, or cheers a pint to your own glass before he downed it- How many frozen Pizzas from the Joja backroom would it take for you to see it?

Ohh, its frustrating. Feeling the burn of a hug on his form, every touch you made on him imprinted into his skin; The brush of your shoulders to his bicep as he walked you home, the clumsy goodbye hug that had you patting a soft and friendly tap to his back, the brush of your hands as you hand him his jacket, offered up to beat the night breeze now unneeded inside of your cozy cabin.

Shane won't admit how quick his steps were back home, or the way he nearly kicked a stack of firewood outside his door, or the way he ripped his jacket off and huffed it while he fisted at his cock-

His tip weeps, cries up pathetic pearls of pre as he inhales the remnants of your perfume and shampoo embedded into the threads of his ratty jacket- A stark difference to the stale musk that lingered in the old material.

He groans a low nose, muffled by the material, saliva pooling under his tongue with an urge to bite and suckle the fabric. Yoba, fuck, he felt pathetic, the burn of your body ingrained in his mind, hips rolling into his fist, brow scrunched tight as he makes a mess all over himself. He spills into his hand, onto his gut, the spunky spatter dribbling down his knuckles with the last few strokes he makes.

He uses the jacket to clean himself up, smearing his hand over the material, glossing it up with his release, scowling at himself before the poor thing is tossed across the room.

Fuck, he felt like a Loser.

[bunniemoth]

[fic] Just friends or something (Shane x f!Farmer)

Title: Just friends or something Fandom: Stardew Valley Mod-related spoilers: Immersive Shane, SVE, Polyamory Sweet Pairing: Shane x f!Farmer (Reader) Rating: Eh. PG-13ish, maybe. Nothing too spicy. Summary: The line between friendship and whatever this is gets a little blurry after Shane frames the article about his blue chickens and hangs it above his bed. Words: 770ish Warnings: Kissing without prior consent, one (1) stiffy

Notes (tl;dr): I installed polyamory sweet and got a surprise. Poof! Instant fic. (An extended ramble is at the bottom, beneath the cut.)

True to his word, Shane framed the article. You grin at it in its position of prestige above his headboard, as he grins at you. 

“It’s great, right?”

You elbow him. “Now what, hot shot? Total domination of the valley’s egg supply?”

He cocks his head. “Feeling threatened, farmer?”

Your grin is so big it hurts your face. “I think it balances out, in the end — you’re still dependant on my hot pepper production.” 

He smirks, taking a step back into the room — it’s still a mess, but buttery sunlight makes the chaos a little cheerier, and Shane makes the place glow. That brightness seems to be catching, because you can feel your cheeks warm when he turns his attention onto you at full wattage. 

“On that note I had a great fucking idea. No wait — listen to this: pizza… with a hot pepper crust. So you get the best of both worlds.”

“You’re full of bangers today, aincha?” 

You follow him into a half-turn, the little waltz you’re doing around each other comfortable in a way that’s familiar, the steps learned from stubbornness and resilience.

“Hey, with my brains and your produce, we’d put Joja out of business overnight.”

“Run them clear out of the valley.”

He laughs. “See, I’m not just a pretty face.”

“No one said you were the brains of this operation.”

“Well at least you agree we’re better as a team: Dingus and Dorkbrain Inc. We can trademark it.”

“I’ll get it tattooed to my forehead.”

“Across my ass, farmer.”

“Send me a picture.”

“You can hold my hand while they ink it.”

Yoba, it’s a good afternoon. They don’t always come so easy, but it’s so good to become saturated that it pains you to leave. You will, though: you need to fill the chickens’ trough because tomorrow promises rain.

“I’ve gotta get back, Shane. It’s quarter to six already.”

He reaches, stopping just short of your sleeve. “See you at the Saloon later?”

“Yeah,” you say, and two things happen simultaneously:

His hand falls innocuously to your arm to give it a squeeze, and you lean in with a gesture that’s as easy as your banter. 

His lips are soft beneath yours, frozen in surprise because neither of you are supposed to have crossed this line. The shock arrives with a delay as the kiss brushes by, caught as soon as you’ve realized what you’re doing; what you’ve done; what you’re still feeling as your mouth tingles with the theft.

He exhales a sharp breath, green eyes bright with shock, trying to piece together the boundaries between friendship and… whatever that was.

You’re not dating.

You’ve never discussed it. 

No bouquets have been exchanged, nor any promises —

And Shane?

“I’m so sorry —” you start.

“Fuck,” he croaks, and closes the distance before you can escape. 

His mouth lands on yours again, and this time there’s hunger mixed in to the rhythm as your mouth drops open, rigid with anticipation of something worse: accusations, maybe, or anger, or rejection, but his tongue touches yours and beneath the sweet of the Joja cola he drank recently there’s just… Shane’s hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into the soft heat of his sweatshirt and the body underneath, and the flood of feeling too much. All at once.

Hands and tongues and lips mingled with the things you imagined about him lined up against the reality of your thighs slotting together, your hips following. 

This is your friend.

The thought sends you lurching back a step, your heart hurtling against your ribs, fingers pressed to your lips as if to hold in the memory of a kiss that keeps burning the longer you both stand there, staring at each other.

What the fuck just happened?

And Shane just stares for a second, breathing heavily, his pants tented and not even the slightest bit ashamed. 

Sunlight washes gold over him, lighting every little piece of him you’ve nurtured for the past year — all that darkness illuminated so you can’t deny that it’s there — but the look he wears stops the world on its axis:

He’s smiling: a little dishevelled, a little raw, but spread wide open at the slightest prompting so you can see the whole of his tender parts when he softens and says, “I’ll see you then.”

--

Notes (the longer version/yes I know I'm ridiculous):

So, okay, permit me to explain: I installed Polyamory Sweet for the first time, and no I didn’t look at the config the first time when I launched my save. Why would I do that when I play modded like I’m courting chaos? Full gremlin mode -- stomping on the gas and just going.

Well, it turns out there’s an option to turn on kissing well before marriage, so I visit my best guy at the Ranch after five hearts to drop off some Pepper Poppers and my farmer laid one on him before saying goodbye.

Little heart went poof above their heads and everything. 

Cue me fucking screaming, completely disarmed as the two sprites are standing there staring at each other doing that little heavy breathing thing —

So of course I mashed the button again to “test” it, and wouldn’t you know, the little sluts (affectionate) did it again. 

Was like something out of a movie.

So I wrote the thing down, and here we are: 

With me feeling a little silly but ultimately content that I can mash the blorbos together in an effort towards affection. 

I love them, your honour.

[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 ;)

[mongoosingisme]

This is your NSFW(ish) Shane headcanon warning.

Shane had a way with bodies.

He’d snicker if he heard you say that, and yeah, fair, but at its core it wasn’t a sexual thing. It was an intuitive kinetic understanding that covered all living things.

It was one of the things that’d made him great at gridball. Many of his opponents outsized him in height and pounds, but that didn’t matter much when he knew where to put his weight.

It was useful on the farm. Need help with the cows? He had a way of knowing where to lay his hands to make them move. Was it time to give the dog their flea medication? He could hold them down, gentle, controlled, so you could get the drops where they were needed. Chickens loose? Not a problem. He could predict where they would go, swipe his hand out in front of them and gather them up without a ruffled feather.

And yeah, fine, fine, it absolutely came up in bed too.

He had this way of moving you. A hand on a hip, a shoulder, and suddenly you’d be looking at the ceiling. It wasn’t forceful, just precise.

He’d do it without warning. One minute you’d be kicking off your shoes, the next you’d be over his shoulder, his arms tight around your thighs, and no matter how much you fussed at him you’d always end up on the bed, his knee spreading you open, his hand going right where you wanted it.

Sometimes it could be fun to push back. To wriggle away, try to push him over. Sometimes he’d even let you get out from under him, but you never got far before there was a hand around your ankle, your arm, the back of your neck.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he’d ask, voice equal parts playful and mocking, and then he’d be pulling and gripping and moving you right back to where you were. Right back where he wanted you. Right back to where you wanted to be too.

Masterlist

[thebluester2020]

I wonder how sdv bachelor's would react to you getting mad at them for forgetting your (relationship) anniversary?

Getting Upset At SDV + RSV Bachelors For Forgetting Your Anniversary (For the Umpteenth Time And You Decided To Leave Them For It)

Warning(s): Angst (Especially on Shane's part lol, I'm a hater), No happy endings, Reader goes in on Shane and Alex in their individual parts,

Side note(s): Ik you were probably expecting something decently light anon but I just remembered that I haven't ratted on Shane in a minute so I thought some good ol' fashioned angst was in store.

Also, I picked who I wrote angst for because I teared up thinking of writing angst for my favorite emo or writer. Still, though, I hope you like what I've written anon (and sorry it took so frickin' long 😔)

Shane | "Another Bottle"

You were so excited for tonight, you could hardly stand in place as you waited for Shane to get home!

Tonight would be your third year with Shane. A year that (in your mind) would symbolize the trials and tribulations the both of you had gone, as well as shared with one another. And for the last week or so, Shane had been talking almost non-stop about the plans he had for the both of you at the end of the week! He hinted at eating some fancy dinner cooked up by Gus at the Stardrop Saloon, and although he didn't mention it verbally, Shane had been spending a lot of time with Elliot lately.

The two had almost nothing in common so, butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought of the extra things your husband was preparing for you.

Shane had also mentioned taking a walk on the beach at the end, and once the night had concluded? A nice wine on the porch whilst listening to a playlist of you and his' favorite songs.

All of it was straight from a dream, a fairytale even that...admittedly, you thought would never happen. Especially since...he had forgotten your first anniversary, the second one too—but, you were nothing if not forgiving.

You had to be.

Your husband dealt with a lot. He had mental health issues as well as a drinking problem that he was still fighting to curb to this very moment! When you married him—nay, when you first started dating him. You knew that you would have to be patient and constantly show him that you were with him through thick and thin, come Hell or high water. You'd stand by Shane's side and walk with him through any troubles he may have faced or had roaming around in his head.

Therefore, that's why, as soon as the clock in your shared bedroom ticked to five o'clock. You practically burst out of your bedroom and out to the front porch to wait for Shane like an eager dog waiting for its owner to return home after a long day! In any minute, he'd walk through the small gates that led onto the farm's property...maybe with a bouquet of flowers? A tired expression at first perhaps? One that would immediately melt away at the sight of you like it always did...you couldn't wait to see for yourself.

Six O'Clock

You had decided to sit down on the steps of the porch, constantly standing in a pair of heels was bound to hurt your feet sometime or another as you continued to wait for Shane to go through those gates. He must've been held up at work, maybe spending a little extra time getting your date ready! Something.

Anything other than the thought your mind was threatening to settle on.

No, anything but that.

He was late but you were going to have patience, after all, all the best things in life were worth waiting for, right? You were willing to bet that he was going to appear at any moment now.

Eight O'Clock

You had lost the bet with yourself, that much was obvious as you quietly took off the outfit you had put together for tonight and debated whether you should simply take a shower and go to bed or if you should comfort yourself over a nice glass of wine. On one hand, you wanted the former, anything that would help you forget this night but...this time? You just couldn't bring yourself to do it.

This would be the third time that Shane had forgotten your anniversary. Last year, you had let him slide with his excuse that he was caught up at work, even though he worked at a grocery store and the place had a set time for when it closed! The second year, that time around, Shane had claimed that Jas suddenly wanted to spend time with him! You wouldn't have minded Jas tagging along for your anniversary date, she would have made it more lively, so that year as well, you let it slide.

This time though...as tears started to well up in your eyes and your chest tightened. You didn't know if you had it in you to let another anniversary slide.

And that's when you heard the front door open and close.

Even from the bedroom, the scent of alcohol was strong and all too familiar. The lazy movement of Shane's footsteps...the way he groaned and grumbled drunkenly in search of you.

He had forgotten your anniversary...all so he could get drunk?

You saw red. "Where were you?" You immediately questioned your husband when you rounded a corner and into the living room.

There he was, lying down on the couch with the stench of alcohol radiating off of him. You clenched your fists so hard at the sight, that you almost worried they'd bleed. "Out." Shane finally answered.

You could feel a vein threaten to poke out as he slurred his words.

"Out?" You said in exasperation.

"Yes, out."

"I thought you were trying to quit drinking," You stormed up closer to him. Shane barely even flinched, you were hoping he'd give you something, anything that said he had remembered your anniversary but was just too drunk and stupid to remember it. "Why—"

"I needed a break from work!" He grumbled. "Get off my back."

"But—" You took a breath. "Shane." You continued. "Our anniversary...you—you promised." When that word made its way out of your mouth, Shane could barely give you the decency to look embarrassed. To look ashamed that he would miss his only spouse's birthday. The one person who had stuck with him through everything, listened to him when he was at his lowest, had made sure he was at Dr. Harvey's in a heartbeat the second you noticed he was too drunk to even stand. You had even gone out of your way so many fucking times to make sure that you had did some things for him, anything that made his recovery easier and swifter.

And what could he do to thank you?

Easy, begin to fall asleep on the couch whilst he still smelled of alcohol. Even as tears started to burn your eyes, he still couldn't wake up for you.

So, you decided that was that.

You wouldn't go through this again for a fourth, fifth, or even sixth time in a row!

You were done.

"...I guess you were right before Shane," You said to his passed-out form.

"You are nothing but a drunk. And that's all you'll ever be." You continued with venom dripping from each word before you stormed off to your bedroom. Immediately, you tore open the closet before you practically ripped and tore his clothes from the hangers, snatching pants and everything else he owned from the drawers and other places he kept his things before you carried them all to the living room before dropping it at his feet.

Still, he barely moved an inch aside from snoring obnoxiously.

You wanted him gone first thing in the morning and you wouldn't hear another half-assed apology or even an excuse that he was "still healing" or "just had a momentary relapse". It was a fine fucking time to have a relapse on the day you were looking forward to for an entire week! And you absolutely hated him for it.

But...soon you'd have your peace back, free of any disappointments too.

Once he was up and gone tomorrow.

Alex | "High Ambitions"

Alex's gridball career had been going extremely well as of late.

You always knew that his efforts, the constant hard work he'd put into the sport, would pay off one day. You always told him that! You just wished that...it wasn't at the expense of you sometimes, compared to how he was when the two of you first started dating, Alex was gone almost all the time. From sun up to sun down, he'd either be training or taking a bus down to Zuzu city at the crack of dawn in order to train further with his coach!

You didn't have enough fingers to count how many times you woke up by yourself. The spot where Alex should have been cold and empty, but Alex had promised you that he wasn't letting his ambitions and his budding career get in the way of you two! He'd always come back and hug you, stating that you were the reason why he was playing in the first place and trying to make it big.

All so that he could fund and take care of the both of you, deliver you a lavish lifestyle that would allow you to have more time to do the things that you and he liked to do rather than most of your day being spent with farm work and running around! And while that was all fine...your current lifestyle, was something you enjoyed.

And you enjoyed it even more when you did it with Alex.

Yet you had bit your tongue and nodded your head, you were happy for him and wanted him to succeed! So long as he didn't forget about you, you were happy and content. Besides, you'd have all the time in the world to make up for lost time with him tonight! It was your anniversary and the second he got back from practice, you wouldn't hold back from being a little greedy with him.

At least...that was the plan.

Until two hours went by.

He was supposed to be home at 8 o'clock.

Now? It was just barely reaching 11:00pm. And as the minutes continued to tick by, your anger at your husband only grew. He promised you that he would be home on time, that he wouldn't let practice take over you being his number-one priority. Clearly, that was one huge lie. However, as you heard the rapid jingling of keys at the door all of a sudden...you couldn't even find it within yourself to make up an excuse for him like you had many times prior.

No, it was clear where his priorities were as of lately.

And you weren't a part of them in the slightest.

"Y/N!" Alex called out as soon as he entered the house, his eyes quickly finding you sitting on the couch. Back straight and eyes forward, you hadn't even reacted to the sound of your name aside from a brief glance over your shoulder.

Oh, he knew he was in trouble.

"Sorry," Alex said bashfully, flashing you a boyish smile that would always do just the trick of melting your heart a little in the past. "I got caught up with practice, I scored three touchdowns today!"

"Do you know what day it is today?"

His eyes widened a little, his mouth opening to ask you to clarify as he desperately racked his brain. Only then, did horror wash over his features the second he remembered. "Y/N...I'm so sorry-"

You suddenly stood up. "Don't bother," You said sharply with a sigh. "It's the third time you've missed our anniversary!" You laughed emptily.

"All for fucking gridball practice. The same thing you told me wouldn't get in between us."

He rolled his eyes. "You know this is the one thing I've been working towards my entire life." Your husband huffed. "Why can't you be happy for me? I'm doing this for the both of us!"

"The both of us?" You scoffed. "You're doing this for you. I told you the second you started practicing to not let sports come between us, to at least take the time to remember me!" You shouted as you quickly got in his space, your chest heaving as your hands found their way to your hips.

"And what do you do? The exact opposite."

"Well, what about you?"

Oh, he was not placing the blame on you.

"You're always working on the farm, that or rushing off to the mines for the third time in a night!"

"How the- that's not the same! And besides, you're barely here to begin with! I'd rather be in the mines with the ghosts to keep me company than lay in an empty bed for the fourth night in a row!"

Your husband only blew you off with a scoff at your words, turning on his heels to walk away from the conversation. And that single act, it only made the pain worse. So much worse that...you couldn't even believe that you had married him in the first place. In the beginning, you were absolutely smitten with Alex, admiring his determination for gridball as well as his drive to be the best at it! Even now...you still want to support him at it, see him become the very best but...not at the detriment of you.

Not at the detriment of your marriage.

If he couldn't be bothered to remember the simplest things about you such as an anniversary.

Then it was best if you left the picture completely.

You took a deep shaky breath. "...Pack your bags tomorrow Alex." You said, your breath barely above a whisper but still loud enough to where Alex stopped in his tracks completely.

"What?"

"Pack them," You repeated. "You want to focus on gridball? Fine, but it won't be with me playing second fiddle to it." Then, you turned around to walk to the bedroom and shut the door behind you.

[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~ ♡

[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.

[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.

[daryltwdixon]

table of contents

Daryl has always been your lifeline, your escape from a broken home and a rough childhood on the wrong side of Atlanta, Georgia. No matter how hard things got, you had him, and he had you—until Officer Shane Walsh came along and turned your world upside down. As your bond with Daryl starts to unravel, so does the world around you. Now, you’re navigating a post-apocalyptic nightmare, where survival means facing not just the walkers, but trying to repair what you once had with Daryl and Shane’s increasingly aggressive behavior. Set during Seasons 1 & 2 of The Walking Dead. Reader insert. Important note: For this story's purpose, Daryl is in his 20s during s1 of TWD. Fem reader. Use of Y/N. warnings: canon violence, mentions of: s/a, drug and alcohol use, abusive parents, domestic violence, (canon) character deaths, violence against mfc

The Ruins of Us | The Promise of Us | The Heart of Us | mini mood board | my masterlist

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

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Epilogue

[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)

[misserabella]

puppy love pt.2

shane mccutcheon x fem! reader

pt.1

summary; shane had showed you real pleasure. but now she was just a mere ghost, haunting you.

cw; +18 content! minors dni!!!, heavy use of drugs and alcohol, hookups (r has sex with another girl), fighting, teasing, tension!!, groping, piercings, tit playing, nipple sucking (both receiving), kinda switch shane but goes back to being dom, oral sex! (shane receiving), hair pulling (both receiving), fingering (both receiving), hickeys, making out, dirty talking, praising, use of good girl, cum eating, choking (r receiving), orgasm delay (r receiving), scissoring, multiple orgasms, breeding kink??…

something you should’ve expected from shane mcutcheon was that she would run away. but against your better judgement you still had hopes that she wouldn’t. that this would have meant something. silly of you to think it would.

she had made you cum. she had fucked you. she had showed you what real pleasure felt like and then she had dipped.

left you there for you to drown in your thoughts. and in alcohol.

“woah, woah. take it easy.” your friend charlotte, from the group you’ve gone out partying, tried to stop you from taking another swing from your drink. of course, that was an uneasy task.

you hadn’t been this off tracks since your teenage years. you were drowning glass after glass of liquor, cups that men and women would buy for you. it was quite easy to let them…

even easier to fall into the arms of a beautiful woman with black wavy hair and caramel eyes. her hands were warm, not like shane’s ice cold ones, and her kisses were soft, not like shane’s, which had knocked your breath out of your lungs.

why were you still thinking about her?

she was beautiful. and kind. and seemed to really like you. and the coke she had offered you only made it all seem better.

you pushed her closer, kissed her harder, until her tongue was breaching your lips and her touch became rougher, grabbing at your ass and making you moan.

yes. this was what you needed.

“come with me.” you muttered against her lips, taking her hand and pulling from her towards the club’s bathrooms, which oddly enough were empty. you kissed her as you walked her into one of the cubicles, closing the door behind your back and locking it. you were high out of your mind. and so drunk everything looked like in a daydream. you two made out until your lungs were pleading for oxygen and she was getting on her knees, pushing up your dress and pulling aside you panties to dive in between your thighs. you sighed at the feeling of her tongue, your back pressed against one of the walls of the bathroom stalls. you were sure this wasn’t the first indecent act they’ve seen before. and as good as it felt… you couldn’t feel good. not when she sucked on your clit, or when her fingers pushed inside to fuck you open.

so after a while, you started to fake it. so it could just be over and you could get back to drinking. or maybe finally get home. who cares.

lucky enough your seemed to be good at faking your orgasm, ‘cause she was smiling against your lips once she had gotten back on her feet. “let me buy you another drink, hm?” she offered.

and once again, you couldn’t say no.

-

you were absolutely and utterly fucked up. you couldn’t even walk straight. and if you could even think, you’d for sure wonder how were you even walking right now.

“come on, we’re almost there.” that sultry soft voice filled your ears.

oh yeah, maybe it was because of the gentle hands that kept you upright.

you looked at your right, and her greenish eyes were staring straight as you. you scoffed. “not you…” more like slurred.

of course it would be shane mccutcheon.

“what are you doing here?” you inquired her, feeling her touch burn your skin there where she held you.

“you’re fucked up.” she ignored you, and you laughed, shaking your head on a nod that had you feeling dizzy.

how she had found you? you had no idea. maybe it had to be with marina ferrer, her friend’s local that you had ended up on this late in the middle of the night, sniffing coke until you felt your nose would start bleeding. you couldn’t really take a moment to think about that possibility at that moment. not when she looked so good.

“how much did you take?” she asked, and you laughed, shrugging your shoulders as you let her wide you up the stairs of her house’s porch.

“not enough it seems.” ‘cause you’re still here, and i can’t stop thinking about you and it’s killing me. you could’ve said. but instead you silenced yourself, watching her slide the key in the lock and open the door for the two of you. “i was having fun. you ruined it.” you sighed, your blown out eyes squinting at the intensity of the lights she had just turned on.

“what, with that girl you were with?” you looked at her, and her face looked serious, deadly even.

“actually yeah.”

“you fucked her?”

you scoffed, looking at her with an incredulous face. “why the fuck do you care?”

“did you. fuck her.” she repeated, slower and you took a deep breath.

“yeah. i did.” you stared at her unchanging face, her strong façade. you wanted to punch it to pieces. why was she asking about this? she had fucked you. you were just one more stupid girl on her list. so why?

“what did she do?” her voice broke the silence after a beat, maybe two. the air was thick.

“what?”

“you heard me. what did she do to you?” you huffed.

“you’re unbelievable.” you shook your head.

“i’m the unbelievable one? you were so sad that you went off and fucked some girl at the club?”

“i guess i’m fucked up like that.” you shrugged and she sighed. “reminds me of someone i know.” you smirked.

“you’re a fucking kid.”

“oh yeah? well you didn’t mind me being a kid when you were eating me out.”

“jesus christ.” she muttered and you rolled your eyes.

“im too high for this shit.” you went ahead and tried to scurry yourself away from her but she was quick enough to stop you, her strong grip surrounding your wrist. you were closer than before. you could smell her stupidly attractive perfume, see the little lines that decorated her face, the freckles she’d gotten due to the numerous summers under the sun…

“but not high enough to get fucked?” she spat, and you looked at her with an incredulous face. “did it feel good? did she make you cum? did she make you feel like i did?” your lips were sealed as she pushed you against the wall, her breath mangling with yours.

“and what if she did?” you inquired, your eyes on hers, and she smirked, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek. you gasped at the sudden feeling of one of her hands sliding in between your thighs, her fingertips trailing over the wet patch on your panties, which she had managed to create in just a couple of minutes. she hadn’t even touched you, jesus christ.

“but did she?” you bit down on your lip, feeling the painful need of an orgasm that never came. “poor thing. of course not. no one can make you feel like i do, isn’t that right, doll?” you let out a sigh as you felt her fingers rub up and down your sticky folds, drenching the cloth of your underwear.

“fuck you.” you spat and she chuckled.

“you wish.” she muttered just centimeters away from your lips. you unconsciously chased after her when she brushed her plump lips against yours, gasping as her free hand came up to surround your neck and keep you in place. you shivered when she found the crook on your neck and made her way up to your ear. “but you’ve already got that other girl to do that, don’t you?” and just like that she let go of you, leaving the air surrounding you now empty and cold on her absence. “left a pillow and a blanket for you on the sofa.” that was the last thing she said before closing the door of her room behind her back, not even giving you a goodbye.

and you just knew by the way your head was starting to pound that you’d have a hell of a hangover tomorrow morning.

-

next time you saw shane was while you were out partying. again. if you didn’t go out you’d be too deep into your head. it would mess you up. ‘cause you missed her. so fucking badly it was actually ripping you to pieces.

of course, it was a friday night. and you knew what that meant. you were at marina’s local, who welcomed you with a hug and a worried look on her face that you dismissed. she could see shane on your eyes, could feel her on your touch. she had branded you. and now you were following her steps. she just hoped history wouldn’t repeat itself this time.

“she’s here.” she muttered on your ear, more like a warning, a heads up. but you already knew that. shane indulged on a couple of drinks herself every friday. that’s why you’d come ready, on a tight black night dress that made your curves show and your tits almost overflow its cups. your heels were bloody red, just like your lips, and your eyes were smudged in black eyeliner, making them pop.

“thanks marina.” you gave her a sweet smile before wandering off into the crowd and perching yourself on the bar, asking for a couple of shots and a lemon vodka.

the alcohol burned your throat, warming up your body. by the time you threw yourself into the dancing crowd you could feel her eyes on you. you were the center of attention. you looked good, and you knew it. you talked and laughed, and danced with girls and boys until your feet hurt.

you didn’t know how many drinks you’ve had, but you felt lethargic and euphoric. you could feel the music seeping into your skin and vibrating your soul. your hips moved to the rhythm of the song, your back arching as you played with your hair. you had everyone on a trance, like a siren calling for the sailors, menacing with their drowning. but who could help themself? shane surely couldn’t.

she hated her guts. for being drawn to you, to the light like a moth would. but her hands had found your hips, and your warmth ignited her skin on fire. you always did this. always hung in front of her like the perfect bait, the perfect sin. and she wanted to sink her teeth into you, so badly…

you sighed when you felt her touch. you knew it was her. you could know her by touch alone. how couldn’t you? you could breath her.

your back rested against her chest, her mouth on your neck.

“everyone’s looking at you.” she muttered, and you chuckled, one of your hands lacing on her hair when she left a soft kiss on your suple skin.

“i just want you.” you said. there was alcohol running through your veins. but there was something about shane. only her had the power to leave you completely sober but high at the same time. a mixture of impossibility that had you breathless and in need of more.

“you can’t keep playing with me.” one of her hands surrounded you to pull you closer, palm resting against your stomach, her crotch against your ass. your senses felt overstimulated by her. all you could feel was her, all you could smell was her, all you could think was her.

shane, shane, shane…

“i thought you liked the game. you know… the one in which you pretend you don’t want it as much as i do.” you muttered against her lips, your eyes meeting her green ones.

it was like a game of chess. one wrong move and the king could fall. but isn’t that what you wanted? what she wanted?

you pulled away from her, your hand taking the one that rested on your stomach as you stepped away from her touch.

“what’s your move, shane?”

-

“you drive me crazy.” she muttered against your lips, her hands newly on your hips, your back against the door of her house, which encapsulated the two of you in a game of tug and let go. “you don’t know what you do to me.” she whined, and you were pulling from the buttons on her shirt, simply pushing it over her head to leave her chest bare to your hungry eyes. she tilted her head back with a silent moan when your mouth found her sensitive nipples, sucking and teasing them with your fingers. “your father’s gonna kill us.” you hummed, looking up at her. the way you prettily tongued at her chest, how your doe eyes stared into her half-lidded ones, how your pink and plump lips surrounded her nipples… she was fucked.

“we’re already dead.” you muttered against her mouth as you pulled up your dress, getting rid of it to show her the lingerie you wore underneath.

shane groaned, pulling you from your neck to meet your tongue. you sighed in relief in her mouth, opening up for her own, moaning at the feeling of the kisses you swore took all your breath away.

the two of you gripped at each other as if you were drowning and you were each others life saver.

somehow, you made your way to her bedroom, your back arching at the wet kisses shane left on your neck and breasts, but her hands left your body as she fell back first onto her bed. you got onto your knees, and jesus, now shane could believe in god. she wetted her lips, her intense stare on you as you unbuttoned her jeans. you bit down on your bottom one as the zip lowered, looking at her as if you were begging. you didn’t have to. shane was rising her hips for you to pull down her pants and underwear down and off her legs. she felt blessed.

your mouth watered as you stared in between her thighs, she was soaked, and so fucking beautiful. your hands found her skin to spread her apart further and she sighed. there was no need to talk. your bodies did all the talking for you. and you owed her an orgasm.

her hand on your hair was the cue to dive in between her thighs.

“fuuuck.” she cursed at the feeling of your tongue. she already knew you could use it with your words, but this… “we really shouldn’t be doing this.” she said, but when you sucked on her clit, she only contradicted herself by pulling you closer against her core. “shit. don’t stop.” you moaned, your fingers digging on her flesh as you buried yourself impossibly closer in between her folds, lapping at her arousal in long strips and flicking your tongue against her puffy clit.

shane tasted heavenly. she was like a drug, the more you took the more you needed her. you pushed her legs over your shoulders for better accessibility as one of your hands made your way under your chin so your fingers could meet her entrance. her hips pushed against your touch, almost as if she was begging for you to touch her, to make her cum. and who were you to say no to her?

shane moaned when you thrusted your middle and ring finger into her pussy, her tight and warm slick walls squeezing your fingers in a heart-like rhythm. you needed to hear more of her like this. you could get high on it, maybe even cum as her pretty voice filled the room.

“fuck baby, yeah, just like that. so good. good girl.” she praised when you curled them to find that spongey spot that left her light-headed. your tongue toyed with her clit meanwhile, the stimulation driving her closer to her long awaited release.

you whimpered at her words, your cunt throbbing in need as you humped you own heels for some kind of friction.

“i’m gonna cum. gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours, fuck.” she gasped, her hips subconsciously thrusting against your fingers and tongue.

you got impatient, driven by the need to taste her on your tongue, curling your fingers faster, sucking on her clit harder, until you felt her hold on your hair tighten and her thighs tremble, a moan leaving her mouth as she fell apart, soaking your chin and lips and filling your mouth.

you hummed, fucking her through it until the very last drop of her cum had been drank. you let her go with a soft kiss to her clit, licking your fingers clean under her intense and hungry stare. shane sat up, guiding you up onto your feet, looking up at you with a desire that threatened with breaking your bones.

her eyes ranked up and down your body, still clad in lingerie. her hands found your waist, pulling you so close you ended up falling on her lap, her mouth on your chest and neck, sucking new bruises that you’d wear like a jewel.

“shane…” you whined, and she understood, one of her hands easily getting rid of the clasp of your bra, throwing it aside to suck on your tits and pierced nipples. “fuck…” you toyed with her brunette hair, tugging at her strands in pleasure, your hips thrusting against her own in need of release.

“want to fuck you so bad, baby.“ she groaned, one of her hands cupping your pussy over your panties, her fingers easily finding and playing with your clit.

“then do it. shit. fuck me, shane. fuck me.” you whined, and with that she was flipping you over and burying you on the sheets, practically ripping your panties off of you. her fingers didn’t wait to part your soaked lips. she grunted, burying her face on your neck.

“so fucking wet…” she almost whined, and your nails dug on her back.

“shane, please…” you begged. it hurt. it hurt so bad. this need you had for her, this hunger that only her could satiate…

“shh, i got you baby. i got you.” she promised, making you whimper and gasp as she thrusted her fingers inside of your welcoming and sopping cunt. “so warm and ready for me…”

your jaw fell slack as she plunged them deeper, her lips kissing the side of it. the squelches of your slick as she started moving them in and out of you making you blush.

“you hear her baby? so needy…” she muttered against your skin, her hips thrusting against your hand and making her fingers reach your cervix.

“shane!” you screamed at the roughness of her movements, the curling of her digits straight onto your g spot. your legs surrounded her hips to bring her closer.

“so fucking pretty screaming my name…” she sighed, her free hand coming up to surround and squeeze your neck.

“i’m not gonna last…” you cried out, the constant abuse on your g spot making you feel dizzy. the warmth of your upcoming orgasm expanding through your lower stomach.

“hold it. i want you to cum on my pussy.” she ordered, pulling away from you and pulling out her fingers from your gaping core. you cried out, feeling your release subsiding.

your watery eyes stared up at her as she made a quick work of positioning your legs and herself in between them. she held one of your own as she sunk down against your pussy, the feeling making the two of you moan and grunt.

“fuck. you feel so good…” she gasped, thrusting against you, making your clits catch and getting out a whimper from your chest.

“shane, shane, shane…” you chanted her name like a prayer to a god, your own hips twitching against hers for more friction. squelching sounds of your pussies gliding against the other filled the air, along with your moans and whimpers. “i can’t. can’t. i’m gonna cum!” you cried out, feeling with every hump your release growing closer.

“cum for me, let me see it fucking drip.” she grunted with a harsh thrust. and with that you were falling apart under her. your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave and drowning you in pleasure. “thaat’s it. good girl. good fucking girl.” she moaned. “fuck. you’re soaking my pussy so good baby. so fucking good.”

“shit. you’re gonna make me cum again. gonna make me cream your pussy. fuck, fuck, fuck. i’m gonna fill you up baby, im gonna-“

due to her recent orgasm she was sensitive. so fucking sensitive that with the sight of your pretty face cumming for her, and the moaning of her name falling from your lips brought her to her second orgasm of the night.

…

the king had fallen. and the game was over. or was it?

-

a/n; this took so long to write omg😭. but i’m actually happy w it??? hope y’all enjoyed it❤️

[mongoosingisme]

Title: Shearing Day

Rating: Explicit (MDNI)

Relationship: Shane/fem!Reader

Word Count: 7205

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

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

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

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

And yet. 

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

He was avoiding you.

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

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

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

So was farming, it turned out.

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

“Do they look hot to you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were trying not to regret it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

—————-

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

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

You didn’t, though.

You didn’t say anything.

Shane didn’t say anything either.

The crickets around you chirped.

You heard an owl somewhere off in the distance.

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

Shane grunted in acknowledgment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t say anything.

Shane didn’t either.

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

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

You looked at each other for a moment. 

“Why?” Shane asked.

“Why?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t know that.”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” was his simple response.

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

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

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

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

“For fuck’s sake…” 

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

Excuse me?

You absolutely wanted to shake him now.

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

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

It was infuriating. 

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

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

He just stayed silent, staring out at the water. 

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

He didn’t answer.

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

Shane gave you nothing. 

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

Fuck

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

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

You didn’t look back again.

——————

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

You hated it. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Alright, Gertie. Let’s do this.” 

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

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

“What the fuck are you doing?” 

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

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

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

There he was, telling you how you felt again.

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

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

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

“Yeah. Yeah, thanks. What can I do?”

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

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

——————

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nah, you’ll scare her even worse.” 

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

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

“I’ll check.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just what everyone wanted to hear.

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

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

“Sorry,” he said. “I can just go.”. 

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

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

You snorted. “Whatever it takes, Shane.”

Whatever it takes.

———————

Pity.

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

Pity. 

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

You weren’t trying to fix him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You okay?” you asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He didn’t.

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

His very hard cock.

He dropped it immediately.

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

Oh.

Oh.

That was something you could work with.

“I… I was just…” 

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

Shane didn’t object.

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

“Can I kiss you?” you asked quietly. 

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

And so you did.

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

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

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked.

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

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

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

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

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

Shane groaned. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good. Again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It seemed Shane had a different idea in mind.

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

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

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

“What is it?” Your voice was gentle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You feel so nice,” he whispered. 

“So do you,” you said.

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

“It wasn’t a pity fuck,” he said.

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

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

“You want to be here,” he said.

“I want to be here,” you confirmed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Still getting used to it?” 

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

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

“Yeah?” you said.

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

“It’s not,” you said. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Interesting. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Masterlist

[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.”

[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?"