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Oct 26, 2025

Shane and Fern's first Spirit's Eve together

This fic was an excuse to put Shane in a kilt. I made Scotland a ficitonal land, so for the sake of this fic I do not exist.

I asked @kaybzzart to draw Jas, Fern, and Shane in their Spirit's Eve costumes, and I've been looking at it for weeks.

Shane in a kilt 🤌

My husband made sure he had the sporran and the belt, he's more strict with accuracy than I am.

I just wanted Shane in a kilt.

SHANE IN A KILT

Thank you @kaybzzart for your patience and your talent with this piece (and even adding the sgian dubh 😭). The tartan is beyond beautiful, Jas is the cutest thing in the world, and Shane is in a kilt.

The tartan used is Blackwatch by the way. Our family tartan is Douglas which is pretty close.

Pumpkin Ale and its Consequences (Hardly)

SDV Fic Shane/Fern (♀OC) - Smut, like 55% smut - 5317 words

"Stop moving or I'll stab you!"

The threat is followed by a giggle. On the couch, Jas is biting into a cupcake, pink frosting on the corner of her smiling lips. She watches as Emily wraps her uncle in a cloth, fixing it with several pins and needles of all sorts.

"This is ridiculous…" He says from his stool, breathing out as Emily slaps him to stop holding it in.

"Aunt Marnie said you have to!" The little girl singsongs, satisfied. It wasn't every year that such a capricious want was given any thoughts, but this time it's different, Fern will be around.

Jas had become quite fond of a new book series set in the fantasy country of Alba. The visuals were clear, and she quickly started to relate to the main protagonist, a girl with extraordinary power, and will to save the Highlands.

All nonsense for Shane, especially when Fern had decided to pick up the books and actually enjoy them. Once Jas proposed they wear those costumes for Spirit's Eve, Fern was on board, Marnie was on board, and so Shane was on board.

Until he saw what he was supposed to wear.

"Why do I have to wear a skirt?"

"It's a kilt, Shane, turn around." Emily pushes her reluctant mannequin. "What's wrong? Last year you pranced around in a fairy dress…"

Shane clears his throat, jolting at a pin mistakenly making its way into his skin, a blush appearing on his cheek.

"Because Aunt Fern is here this year."

"Jas…" Shane clears his throat again.

Despite her mouth full of crumbs and frosting, and her giggling voice, Jas is right. The year before, Fern had left Pelican Town, had left him. For a lot of people, it was believed that it was for good. But he showed up that night, for Spirit's Eve, for Jas, because she needed a fairy to go with her princess costume. And it was easy, simple, a nice distraction from his constant worries that he had let slip through his clumsy fingers the woman he loved. Loves.

This year, however, Fern is here. It's not that she does not make things easy, or simple, it's that…Shane wants to appear at his best.

"I'm sure Fern would have LOVED you in that fairy costume." Emily laughs, tracing the cloth with a big chalk. How did she even know what was going through his head. "She'd love you in anything." She adds, shrugging, pulling on a loose tape measurer. "We're convinced she came back just for you." She laughs, wrapping the tape around Shane's calf, not looking at the increasing blush reaching his ears.

"I…" He coughs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Why d'you need my calf measurement for?!"

"Fern will knit you some socks. Did you even read anything from the books? They describe the costume in great details!"

"And you have to have socks! And they have to be big socks!"

"So why the skirt?"

"Kilt!" Shout both Jas and Emily in unison, making Shane jump.

"Are you sure that's how…Margaret has her hair?"

"Maighréad!" Corrects the little girl, her head bouncing left and right under the furious combing of her uncle.

"That's what I said…"

Marnie stands up from tying Jas' shoes, and looks at her and her nephew. "You're making two good people from Elba." She laughs.

"Alba!" Jas huffs. "Where is aunt Fern? At least she knows the names…"

Shane and Marnie chuckles. "Maybe you want to go live with her then?" Marnie jokes.

"Maybe I will." She pouts, crossing her arms, her head now still as Shane tries to work some braids.

"Fern will meet us in town…" Shane mumbles, focusing on the intricate pattern.

"Let your uncle live with her a little bit before you get your own room in the farm, yeah?" Marnie laughs, bursting laughing once she sees the blush and wide eyes on her nephew's face. "Yoba, it's too easy to make you blush."

"Are you going to marry her, uncle Shane? Aouch!! Uncle Shane!"

"Sorry!" His heart skipping a beat, he pulled on Jas' hair maybe a bit too harshly. Who is feeding her those kind of ideas? Marrying Fern?!

"You don't like her?"

"Chicken…"

"Come on, you two." Marnie laughs, softly winking at Jas, giving away everything that Shane needed to know about those ludicrous idea filling Jas' head. "Fern is going to be waiting."

She extends her arm to Jas who jumps off the chair, dusting her skirt ballooning up around her with a heavy petticoat. She pulls on the tartan waistcoat, twirling with a smile, asking for the approval and compliments of both parties.

The orange lights fill the entirety of the town center. In the intensity of the brightest lamp, a table filled with sweets, dishes, and other drinks, acts as guest of honor.

A few spooky decorations here and there help with the general feeling of the festivities, all up with the music, the evidently fake caged monsters, and the magically appearing maze.

Maze which is the central attraction of the evening.

Standing by the table, nibbling on a slice of cornbread, Fern is talking with Harvey. Her black bodice is laced over a greenish tartan top, cinching her waist atop her hips, and a big tartan skirt.

Apart from Penny and Emily, no one knew who she was supposed to be.

Why, Maighread's first lady of course! She repeated multiple time that her costume would make sense once Jas and Shane would appear.

But in the meantime, she had no problem conversing with the doctor turned cow-boy for the night.

"Was expecting you to wear a pilot costume or something." Fern says, tying back up the long laces of her brogues. "Like the one you had at that shady party on the top floor, remember?"

Harvey sighs with a laugh. "I'm surprised you remember." He says, replacing the sherif star on his chest. "What were you again?"

"I was a pirate!" Fern replies almost outraged. "How do you not remember captain Fern?"

"Is that what you recycled the bodice from?"

"I knew you remembered it!" She laughs, her head falling backwards.

It's only been a few months since she came back to Pelican Town, only a season had passed, but it felt as if she'd never left. And she never intend to leave again, especially now that she gets to see him everyday.

Shane appears into town, Jas at his hand, and Fern's heart can barely contain itself.

He's frowning, a small pleasant smile tugging as his lips, visibly uncomfortable with the attention his costume is getting him.

All the opposite of Jas who seems to quite relish in the smiles, the praises, and the gasps of admiration.

Not a lot of people recognise their costumes, but it doesn't matter, it gets her to talk about the books at length. Elliott seems particularly interested, and as Shane sighs, looking away from his niece spilling out the whole plots of the first two books to the writer, his head falls to the side with a yawn, and finds Fern in the crowd.

She is looking at him with delicate intensity. Her hazel eyes seem to be burning in the orange lights of the decorations, over the two red apples of her cheeks raised by an impossible smile she attempts to dissimulate behind her raised hand.

Harvey waves his hand in front of her lost eyes, before chuckling and looking in Shane's direction, making him chuckle again. Those two have been playing the lovesick teenagers a long time now, going as far as sneaking in the clinic to find the other… The doctor shakes his head, pushing his glasses up his nose, remembering that morning a year ago where Fern was supposed to rest, and Shane, well, wasn't even supposed to be there. She confessed to him that she might need to let Shane go, after all. Which she reluctantly did, before coming back at the Flower dance.

And since then, and now, they are just turning around each other like two lovelorn insane pigeons… Trying to make anyone think that they are this innocent looking couple sorting things out.

Sure.

So he laughs, sneakily leaving Fern to the contemplation of Shane in his, impressively, accurate costume.

Fern lingers on the chunky socks she knitted, hugging his thick calves. She might be admiring her hard work he's modeling, or maybe, assuredly, the way it makes his legs look even stronger. Her eyes are then drawn to the green based tartan of the kilt he is wearing, the gap between it and the socks letting just a tasteful glimpse of his knees and the beginning of his thighs.

She clears her throat, looking at his chest heaving under the white ghillie shirt, left unknotted, the leather laces falling on each side, the deep v shaped cut letting visible chest hairs trying to escape.

So simple, and yet… Fern sighs, her shoulders falling so low it looks like someone accidentally let out the air that kept her upright. She bites her lip, her eyes now in Shane's own, fixed on her.

He smiles, pulling on Jas' arm, nodding at Elliott, making him know that he can learn more about this series another time. Jas looks up at her uncle with a frown which disappears instantly once she sees what he's so hurriedly walking toward.

"Aunt Fern!" She exclaims, leaving Shane's hand to jump into Fern. "Look!" She twirls out of her arms.

"You look amazing, Lady Maighréad." Fern bows, pulling on the heavy cotton of her own tartan's skirt.

Jas bows in return with a giggle. "Lady Sorcha." She says with an exaggerated grandeur in her voice. "I trust you already know my man-at-arms, Fergus." She adds with the same tone, almost word for word from the book she read many times now.

"Fergus? Is that what my name is?" Shane exclaims.

"Silence!" Jas turns around to her uncle swiftly, her finger raised at him. "You will not speak unless spoken to!" She says, hand on her waist, commanding respect.

Fern chuckles, looking at Shane's wide eyes and cracked up smile. "I take it you didn't read the books." She giggles, hand on her mouth. "You look… Great." She adds with a blush, taking him all in now that he's standing closer, now that his broad shoulders under the white thick cotton are at arm's length, that his whole body could be under her hands she struggles to keep for herself.

Shane rubs the back of his neck, apologizing profusely to Lady Maighréad in front of him who is furiously tapping with her foot, before he lifts his head to Fern. A black faux-leather bodice traps her delicate waist, lifting her breasts out of her tartan dress. Tartan matching his own skirt. Kilt.

His eyes remain on the soft white skin he would fall in face first should they be alone, when they are alone. He curses under his breath, knowing fully well why they only allow themselves a simple peck and maybe holding hands in public.

Would Jas really care that much? With the type of ideas Marnie is feeding her? Well. It does help Shane not overthink what they are. Besides, Fern completely understands…

"Emily did wonders on the costumes." Fern crouches down to Jas. "It's like you jumped out of the books!"

"She read them too," Jas starts with a knowing nod, "to get uncle Shane just right. But uncle Shane doesn't like it."

"Such a shame." Fern laughs. "He would have known his name is Fergus for one thing." Her playful eyes raised to his, rolling his in a huff.

"And that he's not wearing a skirt." Jas crosses her arms. "He keeps calling his kilt a skirt!"

Fern feigns being outraged with a smile. "No! How dare you!" She stands back up, joining Jas with the crossing of her arms.

"Oh Yoba I've got two of them now." Shane sighs, laughing and shaking his head.

"You should have seen him last year," Jas restarts, as Shane stiffens behind her, almost ready to grab her, "he was a fairy!"

To his surprise, Fern doesn't explode in a fit of laughter, instead, she cracks her lips open in that cheeky smile he knows so well. "Oh. So… I guess you still are the Joja fairy…"

Shane smiles back, a soft giggle jolting his shoulders up as he looks down, biting his lip at the reminder of that one disastrous date. It feels so distant in the past now, and yet… "I guess I am…"

Jas looks up alternatively at Fern, and Shane, as they look at each other with the smallest smile. "What?" She starts, as none of them react. "Aunt Marnie said private jokes are not fuuun…"

Shane and Fern both laugh softly. Shane ruffles her hair, making sure he is not messing the hard work he did on her braids. "Sorry chicken." He smiles, still looking at Fern. "What do you wanna do? Do you think you'll take on the maze this year?"

Fern quietly observes. Shane took Jas' hand in his and is describing to her what they can do together, what she would like to do, with her uncle, with aunt Fern… He speaks to her with such softness, such love, such… Fern fails to contain a sigh. She witnessed the scene many times, she knows how Shane can truly be. She knows how much she wants Shane. And sighs again.

"My l…" She stops herself. Not in front of Jas. She clears her throat, dusting the long skirt awkwardly. "Shane," she restarts,"Sam and Vincent are planning on going into the maze, maybe we could go all together? Vincent didn't seem so sure…"

"They didn't do things in half this year!" Sam pants, carrying his little brother laughing hysterically.

"A hero as usual I see, Samson." Shane follows, pulling the, hopefully, fake spiderweb away from his scowling face. "You ok little chicken?"

Jas is as merry as her friend, trotting alongside Fern exiting the maze.

"I think she's fine." Fern chuckles, helping Shane getting rid of the sticky threads. "That was quite the leap you did there."

"Sam scared me!"

"That stupid ass giant spider scared me!"

"Mom said you shouldn't say "ass". I'm going to tell her you said "ass"."

Marnie joins them, a glass of pumpkin ale in her hand, and its result on her cheeks. She asks about Jas, now rolling on the floor, holding her belly, laughing loudly; she inquires about Sam and Vincent, bickering about who said "ass" the most in the past five minutes; she wonders if Fern and Shane shouldn't be spending some of that festival together.

And they breathe out.

Fern can hardly detach herself from Jas at the best of times. However it seems seeing Shane in a kilt would do the trick…

"Well…" Fern clears her throat. "What do you want to do?" She asks, swaying to the sides, holding his hands in hers.

"I can't say it here." Shane laughs. "Might get me banned from every other town's events."

Fern slaps his shoulders, blush on her cheeks, embarrassed by the same wants. "What if we grab a bite?" She clears her throat, pulling him towards the tables.

An impressive display lies on the tablecloth, from pumpkin bread to pumpkin ale, with a detour to pumpkin pie. And as usual, Gus was the proud one, filling the stomachs.

"You should try the pumpkin ale!" The saloon owner says to the two shy-looking tartan clad younger ones, slowly venturing towards the good. "I got the pumpkins from Grampleton, and this year they are di-vine." He pours two glasses in places in front of them, before disappearing towards Lewis with a slice of pie.

Shane and Fern look down at the golden liquid twirling in their glasses. Now. They couldn't possibly hold it against Gus to propose alcohol to the two recovering alcoholics in town…But still.

Fern fingers slowly dance with Shane's hand, showing an eagerness she would never let anyone else know, ever, a palpable heaviness in her touch. "I guess we could have a glass?" She says, exhaling, the need to loosen up almost as strong as the need for Shane's big hands on her body.

Shane nods, giving the glass to her and bringing his up. "To Spirit's Eve?" He laughs.

"Oh, Fergus, surely you can come up with something better…" The hazel of her eyes shines with the gold of the beverage and the mischievous ideas in her mind.

"I can't role-play about somethin I know nothing about!" Shane quickly retorts, surprising Fern. She had no idea he would be on board so easily, should he be more confident with the character…

Fern takes a few sip, wincing, followed by Shane who already gulps half of his. "Well…" Fern starts with a smirk. "You know he works under Lady Maighréad, right." She takes another sip. "But him and… Lady Sorcha works together. Quite a lot."

"Isn't it a kid's book?" Shane blinks.

"More of a tween situation." Fern seems to think, rubbing her chin. "It leaves everything to the imagination. Which you know I am full of…" She finishes her glass, putting it back on the table before playing with the leather strings on Shane's shirt. Warm blush now covers her nose, and Shane looks down his half-full glass, wondering if really just one of those brought her to that state, knowing perfectly well it was just her own want, for him. "You look… breath-taking in this outfit…" She grabs his free hand she puts on her waist.

Shane quickly looks around them, and snakes his arm around her, making her gasp at the sudden warmth. "Is it the skirt doing it for ya?" He laughs as Fern quickly scoffs.

"It's your messy hair falling on your temples, your chest peaking through the shirt, your strong calves…"

"Alright…" Shane blushes, taking Fern's hand in his to apply his lips. "The pumpkin ale really makes you talk."

"Come on." Fern giggles. She grabs Shane's glass she brings to his befuddled face, letting him slowly sip its content at her rhythm. "Like you've not spend the whole evening undressing me in your mind." She lowers her voice, dipping the glass further up, forcing him to drink. "You're fucking me with your eyes as we speak."

Her laughs echos in the town center as Shane spits out the ale, dripping from his chin he wipes with the white shirt. "Fern!"

"Am I wrong?" She smiles. Making a show of bending towards him, she grabs a tissue from the table to help him wipe the ale. "I hope I'm not…"

"Ye know damn well you're not…" Shane retorts, grabbing her wrist with more strength than anticipated, bringing her to him, pulling her. "I've been wantin ya since I saw you, since you've been parading them all afternoon…" He adds, grazing Fern's delicate skin with his chin. "Emily really worked hard."

Fern giggles, her hands in his hair, softly pushing him down her fair cleavage. "It's actually mine." She whispered. "Used to wear bodices and corsets quite a lot."

Shane stopped rubbing his face on her skin, the tip of his ears becoming red as he lifts his head. "Do…Do you have them here? At the farm?"

"I might…" She smiles. "Would you like me to maybe wear them again? For you? Oh… Should I take that for a yes?" Fern tries not to laugh too loudly, looking down as Shane releases her.

"I don't control the damn thing…" He says, looking away. "Besides…" His voice lowers, in shame. "M'not wearing any underwear…"

"Oh! So you do know the lore behind a kilt?"

Shane scoffs, bringing Fern to him again. "No. Forgot to do the damn laundry."

Fern closes her eyes, a deep smile on her lips, and buries herself in Shane's neck. "I love you…" She whispers, a deep breath in of his musk, the leather he is wearing, the sweat build up from their disastrous trip in the maze. And she smiles again, kissing the tender skin of his neck. "I love you so damn much." She lets herself be carried against him, his big hand traveling down on her back.

"You weirdo." Shane whispers back, tucking a hair of her brown hair behind her red ear. "Love you…" He says, his hot breath on Fern's skin who shivers. He furtively glances around, and brings her ever closer. "Fern…"

"Do you want to stay the night on the farm?" Fern exhales, slowly grinding against him, letting him guide her to his erection.

The orange lights, the music, the buffet, the entire town is gone. There is nothing but the touch of Fern against Shane's cheek, and the feeling of her skirt in his shaking fist.

Fern only ghosts her lips on Shane's who lets a desperate growl out from his throat, bundling up more of the fabric of her skirt, wanting to find the skin.

"Not in town." He whispers, more to himself than Fern, but without releasing her.

"Ah! Young love!"

The town reappears in the face of the older blond. She laughs, refilling her glass with pumpkin ale.

"Pam, hi." Fern smiles, slowly detaching herself from Shane. Really slowly.

"Yer so darn cute together, you know that? What with grumps there smilin and blushin and stuff."

Fern blushes, looking up at Shane who tries to disappear in his white shirt. This was one of the reasons they tried to keep the display of affection to a minimum. Not that Shane was any ashamed of Fern, it was mainly because of the obnoxious attention the gossiping town would give them…

"Happy Spirit's eve, Pam." Shane clears his throat, his hand still on Fern's waist, making her aware that he was far from done with her. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Not much." She says, dangling her now empty glass. "And you? Heard from Marnie you two were quite the item…"

"Like it's a secret." Fern laughs, secretly grabbing Shane's ass over his kilt, startling him into a concealed jump, making Pam raises her eyebrow.

"Not spending much time in the ranch 'nymore Fern?" The intruding blond asks, refilling her cup. "Scared Marnie would walk in on ya?"

"Ok that's enough." Shane chortles, grabbing the jug from her hand to put it away from her sticky hands. He laughs at Fern's blush, knowing this almost happened. Or when Robin almost walked in on them in the coop. Or Leah, at the cliff. Or Sam…in the break room…

This was when they agreed on being more self-aware, less handsy.

But tonight is Spirit's Eve. What better evening than the celebration of mischief and misguided souls to…give in just a little bit.

Pam looks at Shane and Fern, both lost in giddy smiles and knowing glances, and she shrugs, used to feel like a third wheel in a town where there has to be something in the water the way all the younglings are over each others. She stands up to grab the jug that had just left Shane's hand, and disappears towards a pile of pumpkins.

"It's true I've not spend much nights at the ranch lately…" Fern says, swaying from side to side.

"Someone said until this room has a lock…"

"I seem to recall it was you, in one aisle of Joja mart one morning after we nearly got caught in your room… and then you grabbed my wrist and-"

"Ok, ok. Stop this darn look right now or we won't be able to make it to the farm." Shane hisses, bringing Fern to him as he scans the area for any loose ear.

"Who said we have to make it to the farm…"

"A cute farmer, as she was putting her pants back on near the mountain lake, I believe." He grins.

Fern buries her burning face in his chest, remembering that time the Adventurer's guild leader made himself heard before walking past them as if nothing happened.

He is actually standing near the many decorations, perhaps avoiding their gaze.

For good reasons.

"What's that grin?" Shane asks, lifting Fern's chin to him.

Without answering, Fern grabs his hand and heads to the maze. At this time of night, everyone had a turn and it would be virtually empty. Still. Shane tries to softly pulls on her hand, but her mind was made up.

Once they reached the house standing proudly on chicken legs, Shane picks up.

"Oh. Really?" He says, caressing Fern's wrist. "Really?!" He repeats as she nods.

"You sound like when I first wanted you to kiss me." She giggles, climbing first.

"Yeah well what d'ya expect from a guy like me." He stumbles, as Fern pulls him up through the hatch in the surprisingly lit empty decorative house.

"You mean the man I love?" She replies, sternly, dusting her long skirt. At the lack of answers, she pushes him softly against a wall, laughing at the ease, knowing he's hundred per cent letting her take over. "I'll show you how much."

Shane gasps, Fern now kneeling in front of him. "W-wait." He stutters. "Can I ask you something?"

Fern takes her head out of the kilt, where her cold hands are grasping at his thighs. "Anything, my love?"

"Your…" He coughs, clearing his throat, looking away, back at her, away again. "Your cleavage's been taunting me all evening…"

"You want to finish on them?" Fern purrs, biting her lip in a smile. She folds the kilt she tucks under his belt for him to see everything, pressing her arms together to showcase her breasts stuck in the tight bodice. "My love, I'll pump you so hard there won't be any skin free of your cum."

"Fuck."

Shane tries to steady himself, watching down at Fern's mouth teasing his already leaking length.

"Been painting the inside of your kilt for a long time?" She smirks, her tongue out tracing up his skin.

"Yoba, what's gotten into you-aah-" He laughs in a gasp, as she swiftly wrap her warm lips around him, taking him in slowly, letting saliva gather to pool around him before withdrawing herself, dripping hot, and bringing him back quickly to her throat.

Fern looks up, pleased to see Shane trying to find bearing against the wall as her nose meets his messy curls, careful not to gag on his thickness she is now quite accustomed to, and knows very well. She listens to his breathing, his moaning voice, every sounds he makes coupled with the wetness of her lips around his cock.

And once she knows he's close, as his sac tightens with the telltale sensation, she releases him from her mouth, stroking him with the same vigor for him to groan, growl, ropes of cum leaving his cock to cover Fern's chin, her throat, her breasts so brazenly on display. "That's it my love, you're doing so well." Fern praises, slowing down.

But Shane grabs her hand, stars in his eyes, breathless. He guides her in a new stroking motion. "M'not done." He breathes out. "Fuck there's more" he groans again, guiding Fern's hand in his around his cock, down to his balls shooting more cum to Fern's showing breasts. "Fuck Fern…"

Fern lets herself be moved by his wanting hand, receiving his warmth, helping him cover her skin as she promised. "Fuck that's it, give me everything…" she loudly whispers, following his touch, learning more and more on how Shane wants to be touched.

When he finally slows down, Fern retrieves her hand, and uses two fingers to collect his seeds dripping down her bra. "That's impressive." She says with a smile, inserting her fingers in her mouth in front of Shane's big eyes, whose chest heaves rapidly.

"Fuck, I thought I was gonna pass out." He laughs, sliding down the wall to meet Fern on the floor, his eyes transfixed by the new spectacle of her bodice, shining with his seeds. "Holy shit, Fern…" his fingers hover over his work. "That's so hot." He laughs. "You wanna head to the farm get cleaned up?"

"What's the rush?" Her eyes shine with the malice he recognises. "Am I dirty?"

"I don't freaking deserve you." Shane chortles, incapable of removing his eyes from her cleavage.

"Oh Shane…" Fern tuts, slowly approaching him, pushing him down, smearing the cum glistening on her chest against his shirt. "I'll have to show you… I adore you, Shane." She moves against him, now immobile on the wooden floor, each delicate movement as precise as a lioness on the hunt. She reaches his lips, licking her own. "I'm obsessed with you." She continues, undeniable lust in her voice, hunger in her eyes.

"Fern?" Shane clears his throat, and feels like he can't move, under her spell.

"You deserve every inch of myself I give you." She punctuates by placing herself above him, fidgeting with the multiple safety pins holding her heavy skirt together. "Every single one." She now whispers, her puffy pink lips above his face.

"Fuck yes." Shane licks his lips, softly grabbing Fern's ass to bring her down, his first lap reaching her clit and already drenched pussy. He eagerly pushes her to his mouth, her trembling thighs on the sides of his head, following her soft groans growing into whimpers as his tongue works between her folds. Shane listens, fingers digging in her plump flesh to help her move her hips over his face, playing with her shivering ass as she grabs his hair, calling out his name, the tightening coil burning up inside her.

"I didn't realize the house was haunted in my first round." Sam says, his Spider-man hood over his spiky hair.

"I'm pretty sure it wasn't." Sebastian crushes his cigarette with his foot. They both look up to the creaking and moaning house in the middle of the maze.

"Nice touch."

Fern lets the wave take her whole, deep from her core, to her chest, to her throat, and Shane laughs, content, a smirk on his shining lips and cheeks, helping Fern falling softly to his side.

"I couldn't help but see Lady Sorcha isn't wearing underwear either?" Shane makes his voice sound deeper, startling Fern who finally realizes and buries her head in her hands. "What? Forgot to do laundry too?"

"Not really…" Fern tries to find the large meters of fabric that were used as her skirt, stopped by Shane's hands.

"Shy all of a sudden?"

"It's you calling me 'Lady Sorcha'! She would never discard her garment that way for a tryst in a veneered wooden fake house."

"Maybe not in canon, but wouldn't she, in that wide imagination of yours?" Shane grins, pulling on Fern's arm, now astride his naked legs. "Y'know, with that Fergus guy." His hands softly caresses the bruises appearing on her skin. "'Specially if she 'forgets' to wear pants."

"I didn't exactly forget to wear pants!" Fern laughs, absentmindedly grinding her wet thighs against his equally wet ones. "Call this…wishful thinking."

"Oh now Lady Sorcha IS absolutely getting it in that fake house." Shane growls, pushing Fern and her giggles to pin her down. "I wanna watch those cum covered tits bounce as I fill you up."

Fern's breath hitches, receiving Shane heavily on top of her, his weight as comforting as ever, his scent, his crude words, his laughs, his everything that makes him him, and that she loves.

"I'll make it sound less crass in the fan-fiction." She laughs. "Come on Fergus, make your Lady come so hard she can't walk straight for days."

"Well I see the romance's with you too."

With a laugh exchanged from their lips, Fern welcomes Shane inside her, tears rising in her eyes, ready to crash at the corner of her raised lips. "I love you, dork."

kaybzzart

Had the honor to draw those traditional clothes (i was very scared to mess it up but we've got real scottish experts here !)

Thank you for commissionning me again, it was a very cute scene to draw and i had a lot of fun :)

Again, go read this fic everyone, Shane is in a kilt !!

#the tartan killed me but the result is nice !#my commission are closed btw I have no time to make anything other than cry about life #commission #stardew valley #stardew valley shane #sdv