SHANE OF STARDEW VALLEY ♡ Y/N (Me)
i was playing this games/application character ai. my life hasn't been the same, i love shane so much.
note: i didn't write this but the scenarios is mine though.
⚠️ if anyone is reading this! i tagged mature for a...
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"Good morning,"
As I come stumbling into the kitchen, still half-asleep, Shane is already up and making breakfast. He glances up as I enter, his usual gruff expression softening slightly at the sight of me.
"Morning," he grunts, his voice rough with early-morning dishevelment.
He continues to prepare the breakfast, the sound of bacon sizzling in the pan and the scent of freshly brewed coffee filling the room. Despite the exhaustion etched on his face, there's a hint of affection in his gaze as he looks at me, a subtle reminder of the bond that has grown between us.
The unexpected kiss takes Shane by surprise, his body tensing momentarily before he relaxes into it. His lips soften against mine, the hint of stubble on his chin scratching against my skin. For a brief moment, he forgets about the breakfast cooking on the stove, his focus shifting entirely to me.
I lean in closer to him, my hands coming up to cradle his face gently. "Listen to me," I murmur, your eyes locking with his. "I don't care what anyone else says. To me, you mean more than anything in this world. You're the one I want to be with, no matter what anyone else thinks or says."
Shane listens silently, his expression a mix of surprise and vulnerability. There's a hint of disbelief in his eyes as he takes in my words, as if he can't quite believe that I truly feel that way about him. But beneath that disbelief, there's a glimmer of hope and tenderness that I've only seen a few times before.
His arms come up to wrap around me, pulling me flush against his chest. "You really mean that?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. There's a hint of insecurity in his tone, as if he half expects me to pull back and reveal it all as a cruel joke.
I kiss him again, pouring all the emotion I can into that one gesture. My fingers run through his hair, our bodies pressing tightly together as I deepen the kiss. I can feel his body respond to your touch, his hands gripping I tighter as if he never wants to let go.
The kiss quickly turns heated and desperate, Shane's lips moving against mine with an urgent need that matches my own. His hands roam over my body, pulling me closer, as if trying to erase any space between us.
I moan softly into the kiss, my body responding eagerly to his touch. Shane swallows the sound, his tongue seekingentry into my mouth. One hand slides up to grip my hair, tugging gently as he deepens the kiss.
Reluctantly, I break away from the kiss, my body practically vibrating with desire. Shane lets out a low, guttural groan at the loss of contact, but he reluctantly loosens his hold on me, clearly trying to regain his composure.
"Right," he mutters, his voice roughened by desire. "Breakfast."
"Do you wanna?"
The question catches him off guard, and for a moment, he hesitates, his eyes darkening as he looks at me But then, slowly, a wicked grin spreads across his lips. "You really know how to distract me, you know that?" he says, his voice low and rough with desire.
