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hii, i loveddd ur last fic and was wondering if u could write jealous (but sweet) shane?? if ur up for it ofc ! either way btw I LOVE UR WRITING + THANK U FOR WRITING SHANE HER FICS ARE SO RARE

Jealousy, Jealousy | s.m

pairing: shane mccutcheon x fem!reader

contains: jealous!shane, smoking, some fluff, established relationship, oblivious reader, implied nsfw at the end

summary: shane gets jealous when she notices a woman being flirty with you at a coffee shop.

a/n: tysm anon!! love this request because i was definitely planning to write jealous shane are you kidding me? also sorry that the writing has slowed down, school has started back up again and I've been sick for the last week so I've been fighting for my life

word count: 2.1k

It was almost the last straw for you when you reached into your bag and found that your wallet wasn’t there.

The first had been sleeping through your alarm, and the second was when someone had cut you off on the road, prompting you to let out a very rational string of curses. After throwing on the fist decent outfit you’d found in your closet and rushing out of the house faster than you probably ever had in your life, all you wanted was coffee to give you the strength to last through this day. That was why you’d taken your lunch break to head to your and Shane’s favourite coffee shop, conveniently close to your place of work and the gym she frequented.

Apparently, some caffeine was too much to ask for.

“God, I’m sorry, I must have forgotten my wallet,” you sighed to the guy behind the register, feeling more defeated than annoyed as you continued to rummage through your purse, as if expecting it to suddenly appear. You cast a glance over your shoulder to the glass doors hopefully, but Shane wasn’t here yet. She’d texted you saying she’d be there in five minutes or so.

You gave him an apologetic smile and were about to go sit and wait at one of the tables when a voice and a light tap on your shoulder drew your attention. “Excuse me, is this yours?”

The voice belonged to a pretty woman with blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and a smattering of freckles across her high cheekbones. Her smile was sweet and friendly, and she was holding out to you what was, sure enough, your wallet.

You let out a relieved breath, giving her a look of gratitude as you took it from her. “Wow, I thought I lost it. Thank you. Seriously.”

“Found it out in the parking lot,” she said, pointing a thumb over her shoulder. “Trust me, it’s happened to me a few times.” The small laugh she let out was bubbly, the kind that made you want to automatically return it.

“You’re a lifesaver,” you said, holding up the wallet and flashing her a grin before moving back to the register to order your and Shane’s regulars.

You stood by the counter to wait, and when the woman finished ordering for herself, she moved to stand beside you.

“Heading to work?” she asked conversationally, her eyes flicking over your work attire.

You nodded, glancing down at yourself briefly. “Yeah. I’m on my break, actually,” you said with a smile. “I needed a coffee fix. If one more thing went wrong for me today, I’d be driving off a cliff right now.”

She laughed again, a little too hard, in your opinion, at what hadn’t even been all that funny. Still, the smile on your lips grew a bit. Maybe you were just underestimating your own charm, here. “So you work around here?” she asked, to which you nodded. “So do I, actually. I own a flower shop on Millers.”

“No way! I’m down there a lot. You’ll have to tell me what it’s called so I can check it out sometime.”

The conversation flowed easily, drifting from discussing work to what you did for fun nearby. You were a little surprised by how easy it was, normally not being one for small talk in the slightest, but she was warm and attentive, reaching over to touch your arm once or twice as she laughed at some small quip you made.

The door swung open in your peripheral, and you glanced over to see Shane striding over to you with that relaxed, easy swagger she had. You shot her a grin as she made her way over, and she returned it, the corner of her lips crooking up, though you noticed that her eyes were flicking between you and the woman in front of you questioningly.

“Hey,” you greeted her, holding out the coffee you’d ordered for her.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” she said a little breathlessly, her hand brushing over your back lightly as she took the cup. A light, casually intimate touch. You were so caught up in smiling up at her in admiration that you’d forgotten momentarily that there was someone else standing right there. “Who’s this?” Shane asked, looking from you to the woman with an unreadable expression on her face.

“Oh! Right. This is…” you gestured to the woman, who was now glancing between you and Shane with a faint smile, but your words trailed off as you drew a blank. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I got your name,” you said with a laugh.

“It’s Sam,” she offered with a chuckle. “Or Samantha. But Sam’s fine.”

“Shane,” she introduced herself with a tight smile when Sam’s eyes turned back to her expectantly.

“Sam found my wallet. Apparently I dropped it in the parking lot,” you told Shane, who was taking a sip of her coffee, eyes roving over Sam as if sizing her up. “She was just telling me about the flower shop she owns downtown. We probably passed it before. Isn’t that cool?”

“Very cool,” Shane said in a noncommittal tone, eyebrows raising slightly.

“You should definitely drop by sometime! I’d love to see you there,” Sam said brightly, eyes focused on you. “Bright yellow awning. Can’t miss it. Here, I’ll give you my card.” She began digging around in the satchel hanging from her shoulder. As she did, you felt Shane’s hand on your back again. It snaked around your waist, tugging you against her subtly.

When Sam straightened up, holding out a small business card between two fingers, you took it, eyes scanning over the picture on the front. “Don’t feel obligated to come, of course. I just thought… you know,” she said. You could feel her eyes on you as you flipped it over, murmuring your compliments about how it looked like a cute place. “That is such a pretty necklace on you, by the way,” she smiled, causing you to look up in some surprise as you touched a hand to your chest, flattered by the sudden compliment.

You thanked her just as Shane abruptly turned to you, reaching out to take the business card. “Can I see this?” She took it, studying it for all of two seconds. “Yep, there it is. Yellow awning,” she said flatly, her tone dripping sarcasm as she held up the card. She was smiling, but it was unnaturally tense—the kind of smile you plastered on to hide your irritation. “That is really great. Would you excuse us for a second?”

You looked at her, your brows slightly narrowed in confusion. She clearly wasn’t happy, you could see that much, but you didn’t know why she’d be in such a mood. Before you could open your mouth to say something to her, Sam did first.

“Of course, you probably have somewhere to be! Don’t let me hold you up.” She flashed another sweet smile at the both of you, picking up her coffee. “So nice to meet you!”

You had hardly finished returning her goodbye before you were practically being whisked out the door by Shane, her hand on your waist gentle but firm. “Hey—What are you doing? We just got here,” you protested as she pushed the door open, leading you outside.

“We can sit in my car,” she responded shortly, as if that made any sense at all. You relented, following her over to her car and watching as she pulled the door open and ducked in. You slid into the passenger seat beside her, the doors kept wide open.

You watched as she set her coffee down in the cupholder and immediately began rummaging around in the armrest, the sharp line of her jaw tensed. “Shane,” you said, but either she didn’t hear you or was too distracted to respond as she pulled out her pack of cigarettes, promptly pulling one out and sticking it between her lips.

Your brows raised slightly as she grabbed her lighter and lit up. She rarely smoked in the middle of the day like this. “Shane,” you repeated, a bit louder this time.

“What?” she asked innocently, looking over at you with the cigarette dangling from her lips.

“You want to tell me what that was? What, you didn’t like her?”

She took a long drag before just staring at you for a moment, as if unable to tell whether or not you were joking. “She was hitting on you.”

“What?” You laughed in disbelief. “No she wasn’t.” Sure, she’d been all smiles and had paid you a nice compliment, but that didn’t mean it was flirting.

Shane gave you that deadpan look again. “Yes, she was.”

“Maybe she was just being friendly. How do you know she’s not straight?”

She scoffed. “She’s not straight.”

“She could be straight.”

“I saw where her eyes were going.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, attempting to play at indignant but unable to help the grin that played across your lips. “What are you talking about?”

Shane exhaled, a puff of smoke unfurling from her lips, as her gaze fell very pointedly to your chest before moving back up, the motion exaggerated.

“She was looking at my necklace. She complimented it,” you protested, rolling your eyes.

“Are you kidding? That’s, like, the oldest trick in the book,” Shane pointed out, exasperated. “You want to check out someone’s tits, but you can’t be too obvious, so you focus on the jewelry. ‘Oh, hey, I like your necklace. It looks so pretty on you.’ See what I did there?”

Your gaze trailed from her to a spot out the window as you fell back against your seat, considering her words. It did make sense. And Shane would know, after all. She had probably pulled it herself once or twice.

“Huh,” was all you said, your mind turning over the previous interaction in light of this new information. You weren’t displeased by it; it had been awhile since you’d been flirted with. Or maybe you got hit on all the time but just completely failed to notice, if today was any indication.

“Yeah. Huh.” You felt her gaze lingering on you for a few moments before she turned back to the window, taking another drag. “N’ since when have you ever wanted to go to a flower shop?” she mumbled, disgruntled.

The grouchiness in the remark caught your attention, and you breathed a laugh, leaning over on the armrest. “Oh, come on,” you said teasingly, your grin only growing when she shot you an unamused look. You couldn’t help it—it was cute, the way she was pouting, the little scowl on her face. “I don’t, babe.”

“That’s not what you said in there,” she said stubbornly.

“I promise.” You leaned forward to pinch her cheeks in your hand, just to make her pay attention to you, to which she batted your hand away lightly. Your heart gave a sudden clench of affection as your eyes roamed over her face. “I do kinda like it when you’re jealous, though.” Your voice was soft, teasing.

“I’m not jealous,” she muttered, huffing a little. “I just didn’t like seeing her be all… touchy. And smiley.” She made a face.

You plucked the cigarette out of her hand, leaning back in your seat. With a sound of protest, Shane reached for it, grinning despite herself as she practically fell over you. She braced herself with an arm against the seat, your faces inches apart. “Give that back.”

You held the cigarette out of reach, your other hand coming up to cup her face, your thumb brushing over her lips. God, she was pretty. “You’re right. Only you get to do those things,” you said as you pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. “No one else.” You kissed her again, a little longer this time, and you heard her give a low grumble in her throat as she kissed you back. At the same time, her hand tangled with yours to retrieve the cigarette.

“Yeah?” she said in a low voice when she pulled back, her eyes still glued to your mouth. Her head lifted briefly to give a quick glance around before looking back down at you, that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes. “You want to prove it to me?”

The corner of your lips quirked up, your stomach giving a little flutter at the way she was staring at you. “Prove it to you how?”

She smirked, knowing you knew exactly what she meant. “How much time do you have left?”

You quickly dug around for your phone, clicking it on to check the time, then promptly dropped it back into your purse. You grabbed her cigarette again, this time earning no protest, and tossed it out the door, swinging a leg out and using the heel of your boot to grind it into the pavement. “Enough.”

#shane mccutcheon x reader #shane mccutcheon fic #shane mccutcheon #the l word x reader #the l word fic #wlw #wlw fic #the l word #shane mccutcheon x fem!reader

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maxinesgun · 1 day

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t-the pouting..oh god🥺

#i want to hug her and plant little kisses all over her face and brush her hair back for her and cook her a meal and-

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maxinesgun · 4 days

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i am so incredibly down bad for abby anderson, giggling n kicking my feet thinking abt her bro. i may need to start writing for her i fear

#abby anderson #abby tlou

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maxinesgun · 19 days

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Can you write about reader comforting Jacob

Nothing But Time | j.c

pairing: jacob custos x f!reader

contains: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, jacob pining, mentions of blood, swearing, tending to jacob's injury, first kiss, a bit of angst, reader makes him nervousss

summary: you and jacob are hiding away together in one of the cabins after everything has gone to hell. an admission of what really happened to the van leads to an inadvertent confession of his feelings for you.

a/n: i thought this prompt paired well with an idea i already had, so i decided to combine them. hope you like! also i did not mean for it to turn out this long lol

word count: 2.7k

“Fuck. Shit. Fuck.”

Needless to say, you were not great with blood.

And there was a lot of it.

Jacob released a long, slow breath through clenched teeth as he lowered himself down onto the bunk bed, taking care not to rest any weight on his injured leg. His brows were furrowed and all the hard lines of his body were tensed in pain, but he was handling this remarkably well, considering. You’d think you were the one who had stepped in a bear trap.

You were trying your best to think about what a rational person would do in this situation—not that the situation you were currently in was in any way normal. What did one do when being hunted by werewolves at a closed-down summer camp with no way to escape or call for help? You shook your head, determining that going down that road would send you into full-blown panic mode. Instead, you narrowed it down: What did one do when one’s friend had stepped in a bear trap?

“Bandages,” you said firmly, more to give yourself a clear goal to focus on than anything. “Okay, yes. I think there’s a first aid kit in here somewhere.” You felt Jacob’s gaze on you as you began kneeling down to grope blindly under each of the bunk beds. You guessed you must have looked somewhat frantic, judging by the way he was looking at you as if you’d just started speaking a different language.

“Okay, I’m getting the sense that you’re really freaked out right now, but really, I’m fine. It’s not that bad. Look, I can still bend my—ah, shit.”

“You’re sitting there with a bloody stump for a foot and you’re telling me not to freak out?” you scoffed as you ducked to peer under one of the last beds, practically pressing yourself to the floor. It was dark in here, and you tried not to think about all of the mouse droppings and spiderwebs your arm was probably brushing against. Right now, that was the absolute least of your worries. Eventually your hand knocked against something solid, and a rush of relief washed over you as you pulled out the small first aid kit. “Got it.”

“Hey, come on. I know it looks bad, but I still have a foot.” You could tell he was making an effort to sound like his usual self, light and joking, but his voice was strained, his breathing a bit heavy.

“Pretty soon you won’t, if it gets infected,” you pointed out as you returned to the bed he was on and crouched down in front of him with the kit, rifling through its contents.

“Okay, not helping.” He watched as you pulled out a roll of bandages and a tiny bottle of rubbing alcohol, a twinge of uncertainty flitting across his features. “You, uh, know what you’re doing with that?”

“No, not really,” you said, grimacing as you examined his ankle. It was caked in drying blood and dirt from when he’d had to race through the forest barefoot. You took a steadying breath, willing yourself to stay cool as you focused on ripping off a small piece of fabric from your already-torn shirt. “It’s not too complicated though, right? Clean the wound, then wrap it up. Easy. I took first aid once when I was like, fourteen.”

Jacob nodded, leaning an arm on the bedpost. He didn’t look too reassured. “Oh, great. See, that makes me feel a lot better.”

You shot him a sharp look, glancing up momentarily from where you were leaning over his leg. You found that his eyes had already been on you, and you thought you saw something in them soften as his lips quirked into a lopsided grin. “Sorry. Just kidding. You’re who I’d trust most with this kinda thing, anyway.”

“Really? Not Dylan?” you joked, using the bunched-up scrap of fabric to gently wipe around the wound as much as you could. When you placed a hand on his calf to hold him in place, you noticed the way he stiffened, went completely still, but you attributed it to him trying to brace against the pain.

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head a little. “You know what, scratch that. Definitely Dylan.”

You reached for the rubbing alcohol next, unscrewing it and holding him in place a little more firmly. You tried to keep from wincing at your next words, knowing it was about to hurt like hell. “Okay, now this might sting a bit.”

The bed creaked as he straightened up. “Wait, wait, wait, what are you—”

His words abruptly cut off with a grunt as you poured the alcohol over the wound. “Fuuuck,” he hissed out between clenched teeth, his eyes squeezed shut and his head falling against his chest.

“Sorry. It’s better if you’re not expecting it,” you said apologetically, glancing up at him with a weak half-smile. You set the bottle aside and began unraveling the roll of bandage, determined to work quickly. Who knew how much time you had here to hunker down in safety before one of those things burst through the window?

Jacob’s jaw was tensed, a muscle in it jumping as he let out a long breath, but he nodded, another attempt at nonchalance. “I’m good. Totally good. Barely felt a thing.”

The smile on your lips grew a bit at that as you began wrapping the bandage around his ankle, trying to make sure it was snug but not uncomfortably so. A silence fell in the space between you, and you suddenly became very aware of the strange intimacy of the moment—the fact that you were alone together, touching him so casually, the only light in the dim cabin the moonlight slanting across the floorboards.

You were sure he was watching you, and for some reason you were very determined not to look up as you finished wrapping him up, leaning in to tear the end of the roll off with your teeth. “There, I think you’re fine,” you said, glad to fill the silence. “It’s probably not the best, but…”

“Thanks,” he said quietly, and it sounded so sincere that your heart squeezed in your chest. He groaned as he looked down at his leg. “God, I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

“Just be glad it was your foot and not that handsome face of yours. How would you get all the girls?” you grinned, attempting to lighten the mood as you tied the bandage off tightly. Your slightly shaky fingers made it a bit difficult, but you managed.

You heard him breathe a laugh, but it sounded half-hearted, and when you glanced up at him, his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah. Right.”

His eyes lingered on you for a few seconds, an expression in them you couldn’t quite place, and you cleared your throat, brushing off your scuffed jeans as you stood. The feeling in your stomach was one you were familiar with—a twisting, fluttering sensation that only happened when Jacob looked at you a certain way. One that you were used to shoving down, where it couldn’t be examined too closely.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you walked over to the window, hesitantly scanning what was visible of the grounds and the trees of the forest beyond. There was no movement; it was quiet, almost peaceful. In a way, it only made you more anxious. “I don’t know how long we’ll be able to stay in here,” you said, worrying your lip between your teeth. Your mind was racing with what your next move should be. “Maybe we should try to go find Nick and Abi, make sure they’re okay. Do you think they’d be at the lodge?”

A fresh wave of worry washed over you as you thought about your other friends and the fact that you didn’t know where they were right now, if they were safe. Would all of you make it out okay after all of this?

“I don’t—yeah, the lodge. Good idea,” Jacob said from behind you. After a moment you heard him let out a sigh, and you turned back to him. He looked distraught, his faraway gaze focused on the floor in front of him. He didn’t seem to notice you staring at him as he ran a hand through his hair, the movement a bit agitated. “God, I can’t believe…” he trailed off, and he gave a small shake of his head. “This is all my fault.”

The words were muttered, as if meant more for himself than for you. You frowned in confusion, studying his face. You’d never seen him look so serious. “What? What do you mean, your fault?”

“All of this. It’s only happening because… because of me.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw, seeming to contemplate something, and finally looked up at you. “I messed with the van.”

It took several seconds for you to process what he’d said, the implications dawning on you much slower than they should have. “Jacob…” you started, but you didn’t know what to say. It felt like your thoughts were wading through sludge.

“I messed with the van,” he repeated, the words rushing out of him. “That’s why it won’t start. It was stupid, and I didn’t know all of this shit would happen, but it did, and if anything happens to you, or—or anyone, I…”

Your mouth opened, closed. You stared at him in shock for a long moment, taking in his pleading expression as the previous events of the evening replayed in your head. Of course. It hadn’t made sense that the van had just stopped working all of a sudden.

You rubbed a hand over your eyes, a slightly hysterical laugh bubbling out of your chest at the sheer absurdity of your current situation. What even was this night? You’d think you were dreaming, if you hadn’t known any better. “What the fuck, Jacob? Why?”

“I just needed—” he let out a breath, looking away from you. “I just needed more time. We’ll be going off to college after this, and it won’t be the same, y'know? I didn’t get a chance to tell you—” he cut himself off, looking frustrated with himself.

You stared at him, your arms dropping to your sides. What was he trying to say? “A chance to tell me what?” you asked uncertainly, swallowing against your dry throat. His eyes met yours for a few beats, and you felt like you could see the unspoken words in them, understood all at once.

To say you hadn’t considered anything more than friendship with Jacob would be an outright lie, and an unconvincing one, at that. Of course you had—you’d formed quite a bond since the very first week of summer, had grown fond of his dumb jokes and the way he teased you constantly, which quickly became a comfortable back-and-forth between you that came so naturally you hadn’t remembered it being any other way.

And he was attractive, of course. No one could deny that.

“I don’t…” Your voice was faint even to your own ears, barely a murmur. It was all you could muster.

“That I like you,” he said simply, as if he couldn’t hold the words back any longer. “That’s what I wanted to tell you.”

You still hadn’t regained the ability to speak; your gaze flitted about the room as if searching for what to say before landing back on him, on his brown eyes, watching you with a softness and a hint of sadness that made your heart twist in your chest.

You opened your mouth to speak, not particularly knowing what would come out, but he raised a hand to stop you, seeing the expression on your face. “You don’t have to say anything.”

Another silence fell after that, one in which your mind was reeling with the new reality that you had just been hit over the head with. Jacob, having feelings for you? For how long? And why hadn’t he told you earlier, at any other time prior to being in a life-or-death scenario like this one? After a few minutes—or maybe ten, you didn’t know—you pushed off the wall and slowly ambled over to sit beside him on the bed, where he was staring down at the injured leg you had just bandaged up.

“Ah, fuck—it wasn’t supposed to go like this,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair again. Your eyes swept over his face, lingering on the line of his strong jaw, on his soft-looking hair. “It was gonna be at the lake, or—or the campfire, y'know, once we were alone. And I would’ve had some liquid courage in me, so I didn’t sound like as much of a nervous idiot, and it would’ve just been chill—”

“Jacob—”

“—but then all this fucked up shit happened, and we all might be dead after tonight because of some dumbass romantic-comedy fantasy I had in my head—"

“It’s not your—”

“—like everything was just going to work out perfectly. Like one more night was going to change anything—”

“—Jacob. Look at me.”

The firmness in your tone made him snap out of his rambling, and when he finally turned to look at you, you didn’t allow yourself time to think twice. You took his face in your hands and kissed him.

That shut him up.

He went rigid for just a moment, but then you felt him melt into the kiss, leaning into you as his big hand came to rest on your thigh. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, nor an urgent one; it was deep, purposeful, as if a culmination of all the brief looks, small touches, and hidden thoughts that had passed between you. He kissed you as if it was just another summer night, as if you had all the time in the world in this cabin, and a warmth you hadn’t felt before spread through you as you marveled at how soft his lips felt against your own.

You broke the kiss, drawing back for breath, and you saw his gaze rove your face before falling back to your parted lips. “Wow,” he breathed after a long pause, for once looking as though he was at a loss for words.

“You didn’t have to wait all summer to do that,” you said, smiling softly, “just so you know.” You realized then that you were still holding his face, and slowly leaned away, letting your hands fall back into your lap.

“Huh.” He managed to tear his eyes away from your mouth to meet your stare, but when you bit your bottom lip, a habit of yours, you saw them flick back down once or twice. His hand hadn’t moved from your leg, and you were glad; it was warm and steadying. “Well, now I feel twice as stupid.”

You breathed a laugh, but shook your head slightly, looking at him earnestly. “Listen. None of this is your fault.”

He let out a breath, barely a sigh. “If I hadn’t—”

“—you didn’t know this would happen. You couldn’t have known,” you told him firmly. You rested your hand over his on your thigh, a spark of electricity shooting up your arm at the simple touch. “Any one of us could have made the same mistake.”

“I just… I’m sorry,” he said quietly, and though you didn’t want the apology, you nodded, knowing he felt like he needed to say it. You could see the pain in his eyes, the self-blame, and it made something ache inside you.

“We’re going to be fine,” you said, your grip on his hand tightening. Maybe you were trying to convince yourself of it just as much as him. “We’re all going to be fine.” You offered him a tiny, encouraging grin, needing things to not feel so serious right now. When he returned it, the corner of his lips quirking up in the ghost of his usual wide grin, you told yourself that it was just the beginning of… whatever this was. You weren’t going to think about the future right now, about everything that came after. For the moment, you were just glad to do this alongside him.

After all, once all of this was over, you’d have nothing but time.

#jacob custos x f!reader #jacob custos x fem!reader #jacob custos the quarry #jacob custos #jacob custos x reader #the quarry x reader #the quarry #the quarry fic #jacob custos fic

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maxinesgun · 22 days

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thank you for the requests and the kind words you've sent in! ♡ going to close requests for the time being to get to them all

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maxinesgun · 26 days

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Like A Prayer | s.m

pairing: shane mccutcheon x fem!reader

contains: nsfw, alcohol consumption, slight jealousy (on reader's part), swearing, fingering (r!receiving), thigh riding, some pet names, established relationship, shane is hot AND cute

summary: shane gets home late after a night out and is eager to finally touch you after thinking about you all night.

a/n: this woman has been consuming my every waking thought lately and it has come to my attention that there definitely aren't enough fics out there for her. so here i am, y'all. enjoy!

word count: 1.8k

By the time the sound of the front door shutting roused you awake, you’d already been sleeping for a good while.

At least, you had been.

You’d sat awake for a few hours past your usual bedtime waiting for Shane to arrive home after she’d asked you to wait up for her. She’d texted you as you were getting off from work that she was going out partying with her friends that night, so you hadn’t gotten to see her all day. As much as the thought of her partying without you there, surrounded by other girls, set off a spark of jealousy in your gut, you knew it was Shane, after all, and she was going to do what she wanted. It had pissed you off when it was growing later and she hadn’t answered your text asking when she’d be home, though, and so when one a.m. rolled around with still no word, you’d tossed your phone aside in slight annoyance and resolved to go to bed.

You were still half-submerged in sleep, the faint noises of movement coming from beyond the bedroom only dimly registering in your mind, followed by a single thought popping into your head: Shane’s home.

Sleep was just beginning to pull you under again when the sound of something clattering to the floor in the other room, followed by a faint curse, yanked you back to wakefulness, fully this time. Your eyes fluttered, and you rolled onto your side, burying your face into the pillow as you tried to get comfortable again. You listened to her moving around in the kitchen, the sounds of shuffling, the fridge opening and closing, wondering what ungodly time it was.

The bedroom door creaked open, and you cracked an eye open, quietly watching Shane’s figure in the darkness as she ambled in, a hand on the wall to guide her. She was a bit unsteady on her feet, her movements loose as she reached to tug her shirt up over her head before flinging it aside, leaving her only in her black bra. Then she approached the bed, flopping down beside you unceremoniously with a sigh.

You had closed your eyes again, having resolved to go right back to sleep, when you felt a warm hand snake over your thigh over the covers. A moment later, you felt the warmth of her body heat, smelled the faint scent of cigarettes and booze on her as she leaned over you, her hair tickling your cheek as she pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder.

A tiny smile touched your lips at that, and you stirred a bit, turning your head slightly to look at her. “Hey,” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.

“Hey. I wake you?” she rasped against your shoulder, her voice low and husky, and the sound of it stirred heat in your core. Damn her and damn her perfect, sexy voice. You just huffed a little in response, rolling onto your back to see her better and rubbing a hand over your eyes groggily. “M’sorry,” she murmured with a grin, but you didn’t entirely believe her, judging by the way her hand continued to wander up to your hip and her head dipped down to kiss the space between your shoulder and your neck, tongue darting out against your skin.

“Had fun?” you asked, amused at the way she couldn’t keep her hands off you. You knew exactly what she wanted—that much was obvious, but you didn’t move to either encourage her or stop her, sleep still weighing on you heavily. A drunk Shane was a horny Shane.

“Mm,” she hummed in answer, drawing back to lean on her elbow, looking down at you. “Missed you, though.”

“Yeah? Missed me so much you couldn’t answer my text?” you accused, but your tone was half-joking. You couldn’t stay mad at her.

“I did. I answered it before I left,” she insisted, her words lazy. Her hand had dipped below the covers to rub absentmindedly at your hip.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Okay, so two hours after I sent it.”

Her lips curled into a grin. She’d always found it cute when you were annoyed.

“C’mon, babe, don’t be mad. I was just busy. Didn’t see it right away.”

“Did you get too distracted by all the pretty girls there?” You raised your brows at her, trying to keep your lips from twisting into a grin. Though you were only joking, never missing a chance to tease her, the slightest hint of jealousy still managed to seep into your tone.

Shane leaned in slowly, close enough for you to feel her breath ghosting over your face as her gaze dropped to your lips. “‘M distracted by a pretty girl right now.” Her voice was hushed, and your heart skipped in your chest as her hand began to explore the skin just under the hem of your pyjama shorts, sickeningly teasing.

You reached up to pull her face down the rest of the short distance between you, and her lips met yours with fervor, no patience in it as her tongue stroked into your mouth hungrily. You already felt the ache between your legs growing more persistent; it was almost embarrassing how easily she affected you, but you didn’t even care, a sigh leaving your lips as your hand tangled in her mussed hair, holding her to you.

She broke the kiss momentarily, a pleased quirk of a grin on her lips. “Oh, you liked that?” she murmured against your mouth, noticing your reaction to her words. “Very pretty,” she breathed after another kiss on your lips, before moving to trail smaller ones slowly along your jaw. “Prettiest girl I’ve seen all night.”

Your eyes fluttered closed, a smile on your face as her lips moved down to your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses there. “Shane,” you breathed on a laugh, barely-there admonishment in your tone. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Hm?” She didn’t look up, didn’t even pause from sucking at the spot where you knew there’d be a mark left tomorrow.

“It’s, like, two a.m.” Your words sounded weak even to yourself. Who were you kidding? Your focus was being pulled between what her mouth was doing and the way her palm was rubbing at your inner thigh, silently willing it to move higher.

—And then it did. Her touch brushed against you over your underwear, lightly, but it was enough to send arousal flaring through you with how sensitive you already were. The small, involuntary twitch your hips gave into her hand betrayed you.

“Mmh, but I’ve been thinking about you all night, baby.” That husky voice was right by your ear, and you felt the nip of her teeth on your neck again. “Been thinking about touching you.”

She applied more pressure now, rubbing in earnest as she cupped you through your already-damp underwear. You let out a shaky breath, already wanting more, needing more. Your hand was resting on her shoulder, and your grip tightened a little without even realizing as the pleasure ramped up.

“You want me to stop?” she purred as she palmed at you. She was gazing down at you, your eyes adjusted to the dark enough now to see the smudged eye shadow lining her eyes, the way they drank in your expression of ill-disguised pleasure. A quiet moan escaped you, your eyelids lowering as you succumbed to the feeling.

“Words, babe.” The smirk on her lips was wicked as her fingers worked you, drifting up to circle right over your clit and drawing out another moan from you like clockwork.

“No,” you managed to breathe, your pride thrown to the wind. The end of the word dissolved into a whimper. “Don’t.”

Her smirk grew, and she bent to kiss right over your collarbone, mumbling against your skin. “Alright, if you say so.” She nudged aside the crotch of your underwear then, her fingers slipping past it, and then it was her turn to let out a heavy breath as they slid into the slick wetness of your center. “Fuck,” she cursed lowly, her voice almost a whisper. “This all for me?”

You were so needy that your hips were rocking into her palm, desperate to chase the pleasure that her lazy strokes were giving you. Finally, after circling your entrance, she sunk a finger into you, quickly followed by another, and you tilted your head back further against the pillow when they curled inside you, hitting right there. “Oh my God, Shane,” you moaned, sounding utterly undone, your voice breaking. Your hand was buried in her hair, her lips biting and sucking at your skin as she continued moving her fingers with what could only be described as expertise; she knew exactly which spots to hit, which motions made you a panting mess.

And a panting mess you were, your eyes shut, mouth open, moans increasing in pitch and volume. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to recall your own name in that moment—the only sensation was her fingers deep inside of you, stroking repeatedly over that one spot that sent bolts of pleasure shooting through you.

The quiet groan that rumbled from her throat vibrated against your skin, and then she shifted to hook her leg over yours, her heat pressed right up against your thigh as she began rocking her hips, seeking friction.

You were both a mess of pleasure, tangled together, Shane panting against your neck as she moved above you. When her thumb pressed harder against your clit, circling it once, twice, then gradually faster, the familiar knot of heat in your core began to flare, building steadily.

“Feel good?” she panted, her words shaky with arousal as she both heard and felt your orgasm coming. The movement of her hips picked up speed as she drew closer to her own peak.

You writhed against each other desperately, wildly, and then you were coming with Shane’s name on your lips, the only word you were capable of. It tore from your throat in a whine, and then again, like a prayer, as your body tensed up beneath her. Her fingers prolonged the feeling, drawing out your pleasure, until moments later they stuttered in their movement as her hips jerked against you, her orgasm washing over her.

She lay draped across you as you both caught your breath, too spent to speak as you came down from your high. After your breathing had slowed, she moved her weight off of you, leaning back on her arm as her fingers slid out of you, leaving you feeling empty. Her gaze met yours steadily as she brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean of you, and you bit your lip at the dirtiness of it.

When she leaned back, falling against the pillow beside you, you leaned your head on her chest, draping yourself comfortably against her as exhaustion tugged at your limbs. “Aren’t you glad I woke you up?” Shane mumbled sleepily, a grin in her voice.

You would have rolled your eyes if they’d been open, but you settled for a chuckle instead. Really, though, you would gladly take many more nights just like this.

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