#shane x alice

[etherealperrie]

The Chart (pt. 1)

"...like a bullet in between your eyes, she is fully loaded & pressurized"

Shane Mccutcheon x OC (Original Character) | The L Word

Word Count: 1.8k

Contains: Queer OC | Reader is a PhD Student in LA | playboy era Shane Mccutcheon | "Solid" by MUNA inspired | Mentions of secondary L Word characters |

Warnings: explicit language, references to drinking/alcohol, and explicit sexual activity

...

The club is hazy, a cloud of nicotine blowing past her nose as she saunters through the door frame. She breathes it in, the smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sex eliciting a near Pavlovian response. Jules’ body is alight with excitement, the stress and nerves she’d bottled up throughout the week in desperate need of a release. What kind of release, though, she’s not sure. Is it something or someone she’s in need of? It doesn’t much matter to her, for the next forty-eight hours she’s free. Free from the library archives and the incessant nagging of her professors and advisors. Free from the writer's block that’s been plaguing her for nearly a month preventing her from making any progress on her dissertation.  

She perches herself on a barstool on the outskirts of the room, her eyes roaming the sea of bodies before her, every one of them here to escape something, to exchange their stressors for a vice. 

That’s why Shane Mccutcheon is here, anyway. A vice. Her biggest vice surrounds her where she stands at the center of the club, her tall frame leant against the bartop, a pair of leather pants accentuating the shape of her body. She doesn’t have to move, women flocking to her side, whispering in her ear. She raises an eyebrow, entertaining their whims, her smile lifting seductively. 

Jules takes a sip of the martini she was handed, the dark haired woman flashing her a smile from the nearby table. It’s dry and Jules doesn’t like olives. In fact, she loathes them. She’d much prefer a vodka cranberry, something easier to get down. But the martini is free. And as a struggling graduate student, the martini tastes like heaven. She winces as she swallows, the gin burning the back of her throat, but she feels her body relax in the same instant. 

Whatever had been on her mind slips away with each sip and soon, the drink is gone. The woman’s eyes widen, her smile growing, an image of her and Jules flashing across her mind, but Jules is already gone. She weaves her way through rhythmic bodies, the bass pumping through her shoes up to her chest so strongly that she can no longer decipher her own heartbeat. And, god, it’s heaven to disassociate, to leave her body and mind behind and move to the music. 

Shane doesn’t dance. Unless a pretty woman initiates, of course, but even in that case the dancing doesn’t last too long before Shane finds herself in the club bathroom with the nameless stranger. Or the alley behind the club. Or a parked car. Shane’s not picky. 

So, she just watches her friends frolic around her, drink in hand. It’s the usual sights for her, she’s here almost every weekend with Alice or Helena or Tina but she almost always leaves them behind. Shane recognizes some familiar faces, waving to some and totally avoiding others. 

But a new face in the crowd draws Shane’s attention. Though, she didn’t notice her face first, if Shane’s being honest. It’s the sight of long tousled hair flowing like soft silk between exposed slender shoulder blades as she moves her body side to side with the beat. It’s the lights reflecting off of her nude back. It’s the way she doesn’t seem to realize just how magnetic she is. 

Shane knows she has to move. A woman like this doesn’t stay on the dance floor for long. She pushes herself from her perch at the bar, eliciting a playful sneer from Alice that she ignores. 

The world is a blur for Jules, every face and body around her morphing together under the purple lights of the club. She laughs at nothing and only to herself, high on feeling. The music shifts to something softer and only then does Jules take a breath, slowing her movements. She closes her eyes for a moment feeling the erratic beats of her heart, grinding her hips to the slow, sensual beat. 

She gasps at the feeling of a body close beside her, a rogue hand grazing her hip. Jules leans into the feeling, reaching back to grasp the hand and pull it closer to her, encouraging the stranger to linger near her hip bone. There’s a breath exhaled before skin meets skin, the warmth of the stranger behind her, holding Jules as she grinds against the woman. 

The touch is heavenly, eliciting a soft moan from Jules as she leans back, resting her head against the woman’s chest. She takes another deep breath, the scent of whisky and cigarettes filling her lungs. When she opens her eyes, looking up at the woman, Jules is met with a pair of hazel eyes shrouded by an artful mess of dark hair, framed with a jawline chiseled by god herself. Shane’s eyes move down to admire Jules’ lips and chest – her imagination running wild with thoughts of what she would do just to feel Jules’ body underneath her own – then back up in a quick second.

Shane lowers her lips to Jules’ ear, holding back a groan as Jules’ grinds herself against her, both of their hands wandering new territory, eager to explore. 

“C’mon,” Shane breathes, sending chills down Jules’ spine. She wouldn’t typically do something like this, but she’d been so hyper focused with work the past few months that she couldn’t exactly remember the last time she’d been touched. She craves it now, especially with Shane’s hands on her body. She’s never felt so alive. Somehow, this woman she’s known for no more than a few minutes knows exactly where to touch her. 

Jules doesn’t protest when Shane laces her fingers between her own, a warm feeling spreading in her stomach as she rubs small circles into her skin as they weave through the crowd towards the back of the club, slipping through the bathroom door. 

Shane’s lips are on hers in the next second, warm and wet, Jules’ hands skimming the length of Shane’s back to tangle her fingers in the ends of her dark hair as they deepen their kiss. Every inch of Jules’ body is on edge, electricity running between the two of them, both hungry for more.

Shane breathes in the faint vanilla scent of Jules’ perfume, peppering kisses across her collarbones and back up to her jawline. She nudges Jules’ back gently against the door frame of one of the small stalls, bracing against it, her expression smug, drinking in the sight of the woman she doesn’t know but so desperately wants to touch, to taste. 

It’s here where Jules really takes Shane in, watching as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, her gaze slipping down to the oversized white button-up shirt adorning her torso, the thin fabric making it abundantly clear she’s not wearing a bra. Jules swallows harshly, not sure if she wants to touch or be touched. Both, she decides as Shane leans forward to toy with the hem of her top – definitely both. 

She reaches underneath the hemline and eases the fabric up and over Jules’ head, ruffling her long tresses. Shane exhales at the sight of her nude chest, a moan escaping the back of her throat as her eyes rake over Jules’ breasts. It’s a view Shane loves, one she sees often, one she never tires of showing her appreciation for. She steps in, dropping her head to press a kiss to Jules’ sternum, but Jules stops her, placing a hand underneath Shane’s chin tilting her head back to look at her. 

“I want to touch you,” Jules breathes. Shane chuckles, shaking her head. It’s rare someone should think about her before themselves, but the only thing Shane can think about is tasting this woman for herself. That alone might be enough to get her off, no hands needed. 

“You first,” Shane asserts, her voice low, her eyes dark. She needs this, needs to feel her. Jules groans, her whine quickly turning into a whimper as Shane presses her body hotly against her own, kissing back down her chest. Shane sneaks her hand between their bodies, her fingers brushing over the button of Jules’ jeans. Her breath hitches and Shane smirks, popping the button open in one swift movement. Shane slips her fingers underneath the denim and lace, getting a real feel for just how much of a pool had collected between Jules’ thighs. 

A shared gasp escapes both of their lips at the same moment as Shane swipes her fingers in a slow, bold stripe, tracing a feather light touch up and around her most intimate parts. Shane looks up, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her from the feeling, from the sight of Jules gasping with pleasure, her head thrown back, eyes shut. 

“Fuck, look at you,” Shane sighs. She runs her fingers in the same pattern, eliciting another moan. Jules inhales sharply, grinding her hips, desperate for more. 

Three sharp taps on the bathroom door force them apart, Jules covering herself, rushing to the opposite side of the stall. She’d forgotten where she was, her focus on chasing the high and god, she’d been close. She wants nothing more than to finish what she’s started, Shane standing across from her still watching her with the same intensity and desire. 

“Hurry the fuck up in there!” a voice shouts, muffled behind the door.

“We don’t have to rush,” Shane says, closing the space between them again, her hands on Jules’ hips. 

“I think, uh, maybe I should go.” It’s the clearest moment Jules’ had since stepping foot in the club. 

“For what it’s worth, I really wanted to fuck you,” Shane sighs, raking a hand through her hair, leaving the strands perfectly rumpled. Her gaze drops to Jules’ naked torso, as if working to commit the image to memory. 

“I know,” Jules laughs, bending to pick her top up off the floor. She slips it over her head and squeezes past Shane, the stall door swinging as she steps through. Jules takes one last look at herself in the mirror, fixing the smudged lipstick at the corner of her mouth. Shane leans against the doorframe, watching intently. Shane considers for a moment, asking for the woman’s name, but thinks better of it. No point in changing old habits now. She’s probably only passing through town anyway. That, and Shane’s not the relationship type. She knows better. 

Jules turns on her heel and pulls the door open, her eyes widening at the line of women standing outside, each one of them glaring. 

“Tell Shane to fuck you in the men’s room next time,” one of them sneers as she pushes forward into the room. Jules furrows her brow, tugging at the neckline of her top. She moves past the line and heads for the exit, the name echoing in her mind over the image of the woman smirking up at her mere seconds ago. 

Shane. 

— 

A/N: Hey hey, if you got this far -- thank you! This is my first time writing anything for Shane &/or in the L Word universe, so I hope you enjoyed despite any inaccuracies, etc. I've been wanting to write for Shane for quite a while & when this multi-part idea came to me, I couldn't tell my mind no. Anyway, I hope you stick around for part two and even if you don't, I hope (for what it's worth) you enjoyed part one! :)

[blacksapphicguide]

The L Word (TV Series)

2000s TV Series. Romance, drama, queer tv series.

Plot points:

Friendship and friend group dynamics.

Slice-of-life.

Lesbian and sapphic relationships and friendships.

Lifestyle and struggles of trans individuals.

Deaf queer individuals.

Health conditions.

Running a business.

Family dynamics.

Queer families and co-parenting.

Queer weddings and marriage.

Attachment issues.

Addiction issues.

Rise to fame.

The US military.

Display of sexuality in the workplace.

Queer family.

Queer sexuality.

Interracial sapphic couples (main).

Female writer and director.

Black sapphic characters:

Bette Porter [lesbian] Jennifer Beals Tasha Williams [lesbian] Rose Rollins

Connections:

Bette x Tina [Tibette] (interracial sapphic) x Jodi (interracial lesbian) x Nadia (interracial lesbian) x Candance (black lesbian) x Alice (interracial sapphic) x Megan Tasha x Alice (interracial sapphic) x Papi (interracial sapphic) x Michelle

Sex & Nudity - Severe

Sexual innuendo.

Conversations about sex.

Multiple depictions of lesbian sex.

Instances of heterosexual sex.

Multiple instances of topless nudity.

Almost full frontal nudity of female characters (genital area obscured).

Male rear-end nudity.

Instances of full male frontal nudity.

Violence & Gore - None

Profanity - Moderate

Occasional use of 'fuck, damn, shit', etc.

Alcohol, Drugs & Smoking - Moderate

Social drinking.

Casual drug use.

Frightening & Intense Scenes - Moderate

Harassment of a trans-person.

Homophobic harassment.

Use of a stun gun.

Medical condition and subsequent death of character.

Kidnapping of a child.

[imdawndenbo]

What? I’m not looking at Bette.

[luvrgrl07]

Watching the l word and OH MY GOD I WANT TO DIE ITS SO STRESSFUL I JUSTS STARTED SEASON FOUR AND I JUST WABT TO SCREAMMMM

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!!

Tina and Bette are now officially going to court to fight for Angelica and I’m just so pissed bc I’m sorry but Tina was dead fucking wrong for cheating basically twice then essentially trying to start a family while Bette was gone for TEN FUCKING DAYS!

She had that man laid up in Bette’s guest bedroom and had their daughters car seat in his car, invited her to their friends wedding, and then told bette that they were trying to start a family.

Then fucking Shane and Carmen omfg I knew Shane wouldn’t go through with it bc I was pretty sure she was single in gen q but oh my god why she did she leave her at the altar JS TO HO BACK TO CHERIES OLD ASS

AND THEN NY SWEET SWEET BABY DANA WHO DESERVES THE WORLD. I’m so sorry your gone my babe you should’ve lived so much longer. I watch every episode thinking of what it would be like if u were there.

AND ALICE MY BELOVED I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABYGIRL MY WUEEN. Her and Lara would’ve been so cute together I wish they would’ve explored it more than just two episodes.

AND HELENAAAAA MY LOVEEE she’s basically me bc she’s British and annoying. I can’t believe her mum cut her off but also like girl u gave Shane’s dad $10,000 just bc he said he wanted to get a present.

[thelwords-blog]

The L Word - Season 2, Episode 1: Life, Loss, Leaving (aired by February 20, 2005).

Tina rebuffs bette's attempts at reconciliation.

[thesprock]

Dana is back on the L word generation Q i'm so happy right now 😍😍😍😍😍😍

[silviasi22]

Ver "Tina & Bette | Labyrinth [3x01]" en YouTube

TIBETTE IS BACK!!!

It's been 13 years of my life waiting for them!

[roseprincessarts]

Tim Burton Sketchdumps

Heya!

Here are the Tim Burton Halloween sketchdumps I was working on last week and finished today :)! Here are the list!

1. 9 protecting the pumpkin from many machines with his light staff, glad the pumpkin shrinked XD

2. Just some Jack X Sally romantic kissing moment ❤️ Loved this ship 🥰

3. Emily tendering her bouquet, wishing someone made a wedding vows to her. Though she took a break from being underground, waiting.

4. Sparky looking curiously at the gravestone. None other more said of what could be under. Could be another corpse or skeleton ^^;

5. Iracebeth (Red Queen) tendering her bouquet (I gave her a different dress ^^;), thinking about how many people would be off with their heads if they push her buttons.

6. Edward slicing the pumpkin when he was supposed to carve them ^^; I think he can do something with pumpkins then ^^

7. Beetlejuice with a jack-in-the-box ^^ (I gave him a hat XD)

8. Willy Wonka with a Halloween chocolate bar ^^ maybe for the trick-or-treaters? X3

I was going to watch 9, but there are other Tim Burton movies to watch. I don't know, I could watch it… see what happens ^^; I did watch it for the 13th anniversary, so see what happens ^^;

I didn't really watch Beetlejuice, I mean, I've seen parts, so I considered myself to draw him ^^;

Now, I've seen Edward Scissorhands yesterday, and that was pretty good movie ^^

I was going to add Sweeney Todd, but I couldn't find that movie to watch for free :( that was disappointing :( and I don't trust scam movie apps :(

What y'all think?

Stitchpunk 9 and 9 ©Shane Acker, Tim Burton, Timur Bekmambetov and Focus Features

Jack, Sally and The Nightmare Before Christmas ©Tim Burton, Henry Selick, Touchstone Pictures and Disney

Emily and Corpse Bride ©Tim Burton, Mike Johnson and Warner Bros.

Sparky and Frankenweenie ©Tim Burton and Disney

Iracebeth and Alice in Wonderland ©Lewis Carroll, Tim Burton and Disney

Edward (character) and Edward Scissorhands ©Tim Burton, Tom Duffield, Caroline Thompson and 20th Century Fox

Beetlejuice (character) and Beetlejuice ©Tim Burton, The Geffen Company and Warner Bros.

Willy Wonka and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory ©Roald Dahl, Tim Burton, Warner Bros. and Village Roadshow Pictures

Artwork ©SuperShadowSilver

No copyright infringement is intended

Used: mechanical pencil, Crayola colored pencil and 48 pack colored pencils

[emily-in-crisis]

SEASON 2!!!!!! let the sharmen chaos begin

[allgusgurls]

NEW

THE L WORD GEN Q

Season 3 TRAILER REACTION

[etherealperrie]

The Chart (pt. 2)

"...she is not a mirror in which you reflect, she is of material substance..."

Shane Mccutcheon x OC (Original Character) | The L Word

Word Count: 2.3k

Contains: Queer OC | Reader is a PhD Student in LA | playboy era Shane Mccutcheon | "Solid" by MUNA inspired | Mentions of secondary L Word characters |

Warnings: explicit language, references to drinking/alcohol, and explicit sexual activity

...

There’s nothing worse than a hangover. Jules has handled dozens in her time, but all when she was much younger, more agile to bounce back. Nothing could’ve stopped her the morning after a night out in college – hell, she’d taken one of the most important finals of her life hungover and damn near aced it. But now, not even Tylenol is touching the pounding in her skull. 

Sighing, she drops her head into the cradle of her hands, running her fingers through her hair. Her ‘free for the weekend’ motto hadn’t considered that her more productive self made an appointment in the library archives at seven the next morning. She mumbles some half-hearted words of encouragement to herself before shifting in her seat and taking a deep breath. On the exhale she swipes the hair from her neck up into a mangled mess away from her eyes. There’s no one else here – everyone else is home properly recovering, or, maybe waking up with that stranger from the night before in their bed. 

Jules would much prefer that to this. On the circumstance that it might be Shane. She can’t quite shake the vision of her from her mind, having tossed and turned over her all night. Not to say Jules regrets leaving her at the bar, but she can’t stop imagining what it would have been like to stay. The heat of Shane’s fingerprints are burned into the skin around her hip, the taste of Marlboro reds somehow still on her lips. 

“Juliana?” A voice interrupts her daydreams. “Did you want me to get the next box down for you?”

An older woman from the archives stands in front of Jules, her hands perched on the desk for support. Jules shakes her head, clearing her throat. Right, the research. The whole reason she’s here in the first place. The project that quite literally drove her to drinking over the weekend. 

“Please.” 

The woman nods and turns on her heel back down to the front of the room, her skirt swishing with each step. Jules looks back to the papers sprawled across her desk. There are a few photos scattered about, one catching her attention. Picking it up carefully – by the edges as she was instructed prior to entering the archives – she squints to make out the image. 

There’s a blonde woman standing in front of what looks to be a whiteboard full of markings she can’t quite make out. The woman is smiling, obnoxiously big, her pixie cut sticking up in various directions. Jules chuckles, flipping the photo over, a caption scrawled in blue ink on the back. 

Alice Piezecki showcasing ‘The Chart’. Color. 2004.

She can’t stop herself from wondering about the context of the photo. More importantly, how did something this recent make it into the archives so quickly? It’s less than five years old. And into the box she specifically requested, labeled, “A Queer History of Los Angeles County”?. Though, most importantly, how did she not recognize this woman or whatever this chart was? Jules taps her fingers against the desk. It’s maybe not surprising, though, one could study queer history all their lives and never fully experience all its aspects. And Jules’ life has, quite literally, been here – in the California University School of Arts library – since she started her program four years ago. 

Jules flips the photo back over. She stares at the glossy paper, the unintelligible writing on the whiteboard coming to life. It’s a list of names. Well, not a list but a chart, all of the names connected to one another by lines of varying color. Some of the names are emphasized, bolded or circled, somehow noting their significance over others. Most of the names are unfamiliar to her, but Jules jots them all down in her notebook, underlining where appropriate. All of these women, tied together somehow. 

She continues down the line, her handwriting devolving to scrawl, the list impossibly long. Francesca, Marina, Max, Jenny…

Shane. 

Jules stops, her eyes lifting from the paper. A name she recognizes. A name both bolded, underlined, and circled. Her heart pounds in her chest although she’s sitting firmly in her chair. For a second she swears the library has transformed into the club, Shane’s dark eyes staring directly at her. The Chart. The women outside the bathroom. 

“Tell Shane to fuck you in the men’s room next time.” 

Jules laughs to herself. She was so drunk she thought those women were genuinely upset about her and Shane preventing their access to the bathroom. She turns her attention back to the chart, shaking her head with disbelief as she follows the myriad of lines connecting Shane’s name to what appeared to be hundreds of others. She may as well add her own now. She jots it down in her notebook. 

Jules. 

Part of her is angry, her face red with embarrassment. The other part of her can’t believe the discovery she’s just made. Something like this – the chart – would be integral to her dissertation. Before she’s able to make up her mind on her true feelings, the woman from the archives is calling her name from across the room, lifting the next box. Jules listens to the swooshing of her skirt as she approaches, breathing through her cacophony of emotions. 

“Here you go, dear,” she says, setting the box down onto the desk with a thud. “Can I do anything else for ya?” 

Jules smiles, lifting the photo up. “Yeah, could I get a copy of this?” 

…

Sunday morning. Sun streams in through the window, bathing the bedroom in a wash of yellow light. Cars honk on the street outside as dozens of locals make their morning commutes. Shane wakes to the light, crossing an arm over her eyes as she yawns. It’s bright. Too bright. She flips over onto back, knocking into something – no, someone – in her bed as she adjusts to her surroundings. 

The room is familiar, her own. 

“Fuck,” she groans. She made a rule a few months ago to go anywhere but back to her own place. It made things easier, much less messy – figuratively and literally. Shane wouldn’t have to worry about women getting attached and she could disappear without consequence. She’s always been good at that. 

“Well good morning,” the woman mumbles, turning to face Shane. She’s pretty, they always are. Her eyes are brown, doe-like, her chin-length red hair splayed out on the pillows, her bangs hanging just above her long, fluttering lashes. 

Shane smiles briefly before pushing herself up and out of the bed. She can’t linger here with this woman even if she might want to. Anyway, she couldn’t really remember where they met – The Planet? No, that was Thursday night. The club, maybe? A memory washes over her, being left in the bathroom stall by that nameless blonde. She needed to get off, to soothe her bruised ego? Maybe, but Shane wouldn’t admit that to anyone out loud. Rejection is uncomfortable, it doesn’t happen to her often. 

“Yeah, good morning,” Shane replies, crossing the room to slip on a t-shirt. She checks herself in the mirror, ruffling her hair until it settles in a way she likes. She turns back to the woman, whose name she couldn’t remember, who’s now sitting up in her bed, the covers slipping down her nude chest. God, Shane could easily give it all up and dive right back into those sheets. She bites the inside of her lip, holding herself to where she stands near the window. “I, uh, forgot I have a couple of clients to get to today.” It’s a lie. She plans on keeping the shop closed today, one of the perks to owning her own salon. In all honesty Shane doesn’t have any plans. 

“Oh.” The woman sighs, nodding. She’s clearly disappointed. Shane looks away when she rolls out from under the covers, fully nude, quickly dressing in her outfit from last night. When she sees the ‘Kit Porter’ branded t-shirt, it all comes flooding back. The alluring eyes that met her as she left the bathroom, the beckoning finger she gave this woman, and the way she could barely make out the road on the drive home, what with this woman all over her. Shane was shameless, she’d have fucked this woman right in the middle of the club, but she’d already been turned down once. Which is how they ended up here, in Shane’s room. 

“Do you need a ride?” Shane asks, raising an eyebrow. 

The woman shakes her head. “No, I’m good. I just, uh, here –” she bends over to pick her bag up off the floor, pulling out a pen. She pulls the cap off and closes the space between her and Shane in a few small steps. Shane chuckles, shaking her head, women never cease to amaze her. She loves them, loves this game of push and pull. I want you, but I’m going to hope you chase me. But Shane doesn’t chase, she doesn’t need to. 

She doesn’t object when the woman takes her hand and flips it over, writing a string of numbers on her palm. The woman smirks, rolling Shane’s hand into a fist and kissing it when she’s finished. “Call me, okay?” 

“Okay,” Shane replies, swerving when the woman comes in for a kiss. The woman laughs and pulls away. Shane watches as she saunters out of the room and out the front door. 

She wonders where she’ll go and if they’ll ever see each other again. Los Angeles, despite its size, is somehow incredibly small. She’d see her again, Shane knows it, and she hopes the woman won’t be upset when they run into one another months from now, when she realizes that Shane never called. 

It’s not her fault, it’s just the way Shane’s wired. 

She yawns, shrugging her shoulders, and swipes her phone from the dresser dialing a familiar number. 

“I can’t believe it!” Alice laughs, tossing her head back. 

Tina slides into the booth, her hands wrapped around a tall cappuccino. She raises an eyebrow, looking between Alice and Shane. 

“Believe what?” she asks. 

Helena leans in, reaching for an almond croissant sitting on the plate in the center of the table. The Planet is where the girls ‘break bread’, debriefing their nights and latest escapades. Though, sometimes, Shane would prefer to keep things a bit closer to her chest, especially the way they’ve blown up the incident of the night prior back at the club. 

“Shane was left high and dry at SheBar last night,” Helena says between bites.

Tina laughs. “Losing your power, Shane?” 

Shane shakes her head. “We were interrupted, she got spooked, no big deal.” She shrugs and sits back against the booth, sinking down into the leather seat. 

“Just admit it, Shane,” Alice pokes. “This girl had a moment of clarity and didn’t want to fuck you!” 

“What does it matter?” Bette interjects, lifting her arm from around Tina’s shoulders to interrupt. “It’s not like she went home alone.” A smile creeps onto Bette’s lips, feeling smug as she picks at the crumbs of a muffin. 

Shane shoots her a look. She was certain no one saw her leave with her redhead accomplice. Shane should’ve known nothing gets past Bette. She’s always been hyper observant. 

Alice scoffs, rolling her eyes in disbelief. “I’d say I’m surprised, but I should learn to expect nothing less from you, Shane.” 

Max looks up from his computer for the first time since they all gathered at the table. “Fuck, Shane, I just finished updating the site.” 

This elicits a confused look from the entire group, the taunts towards Shane finally ceasing. 

“The site?” Shane asks, thankful for the attention off of her for a few seconds. 

Alice and Max share a look. 

“I’m having Max put the chart online, you know, make it more…interactive.” 

“The chart?” Tina repeats. “The chart from your apartment?” 

“Our Chart,” Max clarifies. He flips his laptop around to showcase the website to the table. There’s a spindling web of lines connecting various names together. Everyone at the table recognizes their own names, following their own little universes of connection. Max taps on his own name to demonstrate, his cosmo filled with two lines, one to Jenny and another to a name Shane didn’t recognize. 

“Alice, this is ridiculous,” Bette says, directing Max back to the mainpage. “These are the intimate details of people’s sex lives.” 

“And they love it!” Alice defends. 

Shane leans back in her seat. It didn’t matter to her. She couldn’t really understand the obsession with the chart in the first place, when Alice first drafted it. She remembers being in her apartment the day Alice created it, snapping a photo of her. She remembers seeing her own name circled in red ink, her web taking up near half of the whiteboard. She didn’t care. Shane never makes it a point to keep track of her sexual conquests, she simply enjoys getting off when and where she can, with who she can. The human connection. The body of a woman – the way it feels, the way they taste, the warmth of skin against skin. 

“Listen, all I know is that we’ve got just over a thousand hits and the site has only been up for a couple of days.” 

“A thousand?” Helena echoes Max’s statement. He nods. 

“Well shit, Al,” Shane chuckles, taking a sip of her coffee. “To Our Chart.” She raises her glass and Alice smiles proudly, knocking their mugs together.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

Shane & Alice || Fight for You || @we-will-begin-again​

Every story is an arrow pointing north Every crash and every burn is a chance to start over Every time that I say no and you say yes When we disagree and it gets real messy, trust me

Oh, I'm gonna fight for you, even if I have to fight with you That's what you gotta do when you love someone, when you love someone Oh, I'm gonna fight for you, even if I have to fight with you That's what you gotta do when you love someone

Every shade of black and blue from falling down You're ashamed and you're afraid I don't want you now, I do You wait to hear me say I told you so But you will only see me running towards you

[misserabella]

rich stress

shane mccutcheon x fem! reader

synoposis; after a contract gone wrong, your wife needs you to feel better.

cw; minors dni!! shane being pissed off, rough sex(?), fingering (r receiving), oral sex (shane receiving), hair pulling, praising, praise kink, hickeys, no use of y/n, scissoring, tit and nipple play, make out sessions, multiple orgasms, implied shower sex…

ugh so imagine just you and shane getting married, and with time, finding your dream house in LA. she had her pockets filled with money, being known as not only the most wanted female stylist, but the own CEO of her brand. now, with millions of salons under her name and stars hitting her up everyday, she couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes when this one ticked all the boxes. anything for her baby.

it had a beautiful front garden yard with fountains and a private yet outdoors pool that had your knees going wild at the thought of the possibility of seeing shane naked on it late at night. swimming. smiling at you in that goddamn way to get you to get out of your clothes and join her too.

it had also an open kitchen and isle, in which you’d spend your sunday nights cooking with shane for your little inside-dates. and the most amazing salon for when you’d invite the others over.

it was so modern yet homey… and private. you liked that. the clear pannels that led to the pool and exterior letting the views of the city light the nights.

shane knew it was a winner when your finally saw the main bedroom. you liked big beds. for obvious reasons. and the bathroom, decorated in marble floors, had this amazing bathroom whirlpool with sights to the skyscrapers. you liked the idea of taking a bath with her after a tiring and stressful long day, and helping her let go of all the stress she underwent once she was completely undressed.

bette obviously bought the two of you lots of art pieces to decorate it with. she had such a beautiful taste. she also bought you some unique pieces of furniture that had you drooling all over yourself since of course shane insisted on screwing them up all by herself. those arms and fingers working so easily yet so hard to make the house you’d bought together your home… anyways, you thanked bette a lot for that.

and when everything was finally accommodated, you knew this was your home.

“you like it baby?” shane had asked, lips on your neck. she was still wearing her suit, ringed hand heavy on your sides.

you sighed against her. “i love it.”

“good to know i make my girl happy.” she’d smiled.

“the happiest.”

-

today her demeanor was completely changed. alice had called you up to tell you that the contract she so hard had been working on for the last 2 months had gone to waste. and that she was mad. you’d gulped. a shiver running down your spine. you knew what a mad shane meant, and your legs were already quivering.

the entrance door banged closed, and you continued with your work in the kitchen, knowing she’d be quick to find you. in less than thirty seconds, there she was, heavy and tense on the door.

“shane, baby…” you tried but she was shutting you up too quickly. her lips were harsh on yours, and you whined when one of her hands came up your chest to grab at one of your tits.

“don’t wanna talk about it.” she lowly muttered against your lips, and you nodded before surrounding her neck with your arms, kissing her once again. you knew what she needed right now.

she pushed you against the wall, free hand pushing inside your panties, since all you were wearing was one of her shirts and your underwear. she groaned when she noticed how wet you already were. too wet to be exacts.

“you have been thinking about this, huh? what? did alice called you to let you know?” you nodded, whimpering when her fingers met your clit. “of course she did. and you knew what would happen once i’d get home. you knew i was gonna fuck you, don’t you baby?” you moaned, one of her slim large fingers now inside your cunt. you blushed at the squelch of your walls opening for her. she scoffed when you nodded. “words.”

“yeah…”

she pushed another finger inside, and your thighs shook. “i’m so fucking mad.” she groaned. “good thing i have my doll to make me feel better, don’t i?” you whimpered. she sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys while she rocked her body against you with each harsh thrust of her fingers. she pulled from one of your thighs so you’d surround her hips, reaching deeper, hitting your g spot over and over again as she curled her fingers.

your back arched, and you cried out her name. she moaned as well when you pulled from her hair. her own hips thrusting against you. her tongue pushed inside your mouth, teeth clashing and lips bruising.

“i’m cumming…” you moaned, and she grunted, keeping the pace and the harshness, bringing you to your orgasm. your jaw fell slack, and she kissed your cheek and chest, her free hand cupping your tits and teasing your nipples. she didn’t stop fucking you with her fingers until you were squirming due to the overstimulation. you watched as she popped her cum soaked fingers inside her mouth, making you whine at the thought of her own slick coating your tongue. “let me help you…” you pleaded, one of your hands cupping her cunt over her pants. she grunted. “please. use me.”

you begged, and soon enough she was pushing you into your bedroom.

“you know what to do.” you nodded, your tongue dampening your lips as shane got rid of her pants while you kneeled in front of the bed. you stared up at her as she pushed her underwear down her thighs, a patch of black hair decorating her mound. she then proceeded to sat down and spread her legs, giving you a perfect view of her glistening pussy and folds. you bit down on your lip, a soft moan leaving your throat at the sight. your palms met her thighs as you got closer. “come on princess. use that pretty mouth of yours, hm?” you complied, dragging your tongue through her folds to collect her sweet slick, making her grunt as you hummed. “yeah. just like that. atta girl.”

she tasted so good…

her fingers dug into your hair, pushing you flush against her cunt as her head fell back, a groan leaving her lips when you eagerly sucked on her clit. she was so pent up and sensitive due to the stress…

she was leaking, already turned on by having had you cumming on her fingers. and now that you were on your knees for her… there was no sight she adored more.

you were eating her out like a starved woman, pants leaving her lips. “so fucking needy…” “tastes good baby? you like eating my pussy?” you nodded, moaning as your tongue plunged inside her hole. “of course you do. you like being used, don’t you?” you moaned. “come on. fuck me. need you to make me feel better.”

you exchanged your fingers with your tongue, pushing inside and making shane moan. she sounded so fucking sweet when she did, eyebrows knitted together and eyes squinted close as her jaw fell slack.

“shit. just like that.”

you sucked on her clit, kissed her folds, steadily thrusted your fingers to pull out of her more moans and grunts. and when you curled them to hit her g spot, she tugged on your locks, pushing you harder against her. she was close. you knew.

“gonna cum. gonna cum all over that pretty face of yours. fuck. gonna make a mess outta you.” you moaned, moving your fingers faster as she humped your face, thighs clenching and squirming as she gushed all over your mouth with a beautiful pornographic moan. your eyes looked at her the moment she fell apart, wanting to take on the sight through your eyelashes. ‘cause she’s looked so fucking perfect every time she came…

you cleaned her up, tasting and drinking up her juices. your chin and lips shone with it. the hand that stood on your hair fell to your cheek, her thumb tugging on your bottom lip. she looked at you with such lust that made you shiver. “come here.” she said, and you were quick to get on your feet and join her on the bed. you straddled her, and eagerly received her tongue inside your mouth, the mix of the two of you tangible. her hands harshly took your ass, tugging on your soaked panties to pull them off. you two were a mess of hands, getting rid of each others clothes in a frenzy. you looked at her tits, her perfect tits, and couldn’t help but latch onto them as her back hit the duvet. shane groaned, her hands, back on your hips, rocking you back and forth against her. you two looked like two animals in heat. humping each other as drool decorated your chins due to how messy you were being.

“need to fuck you.” you nodded, muttering a ‘please’ as she rolled you over until you were the one pinned against the bed. “so fucking pretty…” she groaned, taking you in. with your flushed cheeks and swollen lips, tits slightly bouncing with your heavy breathing. she positioned the two of you so her cunt would hover over yours. you didn’t have to beg twice, ‘cause she was already thrusting against your wetness, clits bumping against the other and making the two of you moan. you were so worked up. “so wet… all of this for eating my pussy, baby?” you nodded. “so cute.” you let out a scream when she harshly thrusted against you, the sound of your slick filling the bedroom. “such a good girl, letting me use her… look at this pussy, hm? soaked wet just for me. isn’t that right princess?” you nodded, and she clicked her tongue. “words.”

“yes, shane. fuck. just for you.” she moaned. she loved it when you called her name. it sounded so sweet falling from your lips…

your hips unconsciously thrusted against hers. you could already feel your orgasm building up. her hands cupped your tits, stimulating your nipples. your moans became more and more loud. letting her now that you were close.

“come on baby. be a good girl cum for me, i know you want to.” just a little praising and you were falling apart, gushing against her cunt as your back arched. just the sight and a couple more thrusts had her groaning as she felt her release hit her, fucking the two of you through it until the overstimulation became too much. she laid beside you, tucking her face on the crook of your shoulder as she pulled you into her arms and you caressed her hair, your fingers lacing through it. “thank you.” she muttered and you kissed her cheek. “i love you, baby.” she said, softly kissing your swollen lips, her thumb drawing circles on your hip.

“i love you too, shane.” you smiled, and kissed her back. the kiss was sweet and slow yet deep, and when she pulled away she asked:

“shower with me?”

you chuckled at the smirk on her lips.

“let’s go.” and yet. you gave in.

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a/n; my first shane fic!! idk if it’ll get reads since it seems like there are not many shane fics on the app but anyways i love her and had to write about her.

hope y’all like it! :))

[lightasthesun]

art by Chris Trevas/// Mhairi McFarlane, You Had Me At Hello/Holding On by Shane/ Lang Leaf, Twin Flames/ first eye drawing by Alice X. Zhang/ second eye close up art by Tony Pro/ The Song of Achilles/ to speak of precious evenings by littlekaracan/ battlefront ll stills/ Hamilton the Musical, who lives, who dies, who tells your story/mark z. danielewski, house of leaves/ 5000 letters/ Bastille, the Anchor/ fyodor dostoyevsky, the brothers karamazov/ Kote Darasuum/ Vode An/ street art/ The Arcadian Wind, envy green/ Margaret Atwood, There are better ways of doing this/ Power Politics Emily Dickinson, In this short life that only lasts an hour/ Maggie Smith, First Fall/ Carl Friedrich Lessing, "The Hermit" (art) + November by Margaret Atwood/ Brandon Sanderson, The Final Empire/ The Bad Batch s2EP03 screenshot of Cody/ Alan Stephan Foster, "The Fall" (art) + poem by @erdarieldraws

a gift for my codywan besties cilly, tea, kasey, aixa and lauren🫶

[seethesin]

i hate that i love you

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, established friendship, cheating, hatefucking, fingerfucking, service top!shane, power bottom!reader (mdni, 18+)

a/n: this is my angst attempt. as per usual, i have to add smut to it. still rubbing my brain cells together for some fluffy ideas. enjoy :)

"I can't fucking believe you, Shane."

Who were you kidding? You knew her; this was inevitable.

Monogamy was uncharted territory for Shane. There was a reason she was so hesitant to commit to any romantic relationship when the opportunity presented itself. When things got stagnant, she got fidgety. Her eyes wandered and before she even knew it, she was leaving a trail of broken hearts and crushed egos in her wake.

As one of her closest friends, you understood how Shane operated. You've come to accept everything that came with her. Each night there was a new woman in Shane's bed and each night you were kept awake by the constant reminder that what you wanted would always be out of reach.

From the beginning, the lothario's charms never worked on you. According to Alice, you were impervious to the Shane test since they met you. Whether it be your strong will or grounded sense of self-worth, you refused to be wooed by the shaggy-haired ladykiller you now shared a house with.

But as your friendship deepened, pesky feelings began to brew in the pit of your stomach. Unlike the women she slept with, your friendship allowed you to see Shane in a three-dimensional light. Her fierce loyalty to her friends, immense love for those close to her, and unwavering determination to meet her goals dragged you further and further down a rabbit hole you weren't prepared to venture through.

You despised the way your heart would hammer in your ribcage anytime she flashed a genuine grin your way. You hated how meaningless touches made your stomach flip and your breath hitch. And you loathed sitting through any conversation that included Shane fucking a woman that wasn't you. But no matter how frequently you recognized your feelings, you could not pursue them.

You heard those women when they left your house. A switch flickered on for most of them but the ones who didn't realize soon enough were left devastated. There would be no next time. There were no feelings to talk about. It was just about the sex.

Shane needed to stay your friend.

So you did what you did best; you swallowed your feelings and shoved them down deep into your gut. This was an act of self-preservation.

It didn't take long for you to find someone else. She was sweet, compassionate, and most importantly, could commit to a relationship. It was what you needed and what you couldn't get from Shane. You've been dating steadily for a month now. A blissful, healthy month may you add. You had even introduced her to your friends who were thrilled by the new addition.

Except Shane.

Any time you brought your girlfriend along or even mentioned her to Shane, her mood did a one-eighty. She was uncharacteristically colder, more aloof, and found any excuse to leave you sooner than necessary. Saying it hurt would be putting it lightly. You expected Shane—as one of your closest friends—to support you the same way she did for Alice, Bette, and the rest of the ladies. Was your happiness less important to her than everyone else's?

Apparently so.

Tonight, you were coming home from Tina and Bette's house. They had asked you if you could watch Angie and naturally, you agreed. As you made your way up to your front door, it opened on its own, revealing your girlfriend. She was in a wrinkled dress, had unkempt hair, and smudged makeup across her face. The two of you locked eyes and she visibly paled. Like a deer in headlights, she froze, lower lip trembling. Without a word, she ducked away from your sight and hurried away. Looking into your house you saw Shane sitting at the kitchen table, hurriedly closing the clasp of her belt.

This instigated the current screaming match you and Shane were currently participating in.

"She didn't tell me she was seeing anyone!" Shane yelled, elbows digging into the hardwood table as she cupped her head in her hands. You paced around restlessly, gritting your teeth before snapping your attention back at her.

"I've brought her over here before, Shane—you met her numerous times already! Were you too busy shoving your tongue in her cunt to notice?"

Shane's lips mashed shut at your response, eyes trained on the floor. She had no response and you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you threw your hands up.

"You don't even fucking care," you breathed, pulling the chair across from her out so you could sit down. "Why do you not fucking care?"

"I'm sorry," she starts, and no, no she is not sorry. If she was sorry, she wouldn't have done this to begin with. Shane wouldn't have fucked your now ex-girlfriend—she finally decided to try calling you by the way, not like you were going to pick up now—in your own house.

"Bullshit."

Your anger churned in your gut and seared up to your throat like bile. The rage triggered your buried feelings for Shane, melding them together into something that made you physically sick. Right now, you hated yourself more than Shane. This was a grave offense and here you were, wanting nothing more than to crush her face between your legs. You wanted to yank her by her hair, part her lips, and shove yourself down until she was gasping for air. Digging half moons into your palms, you stared daggers into her head.

"Why did you do it?"

Shane is silent, but you can almost feel the gears turning in her head. She wants to say something, but she refuses.

"Shane."

Nothing.

"Shane, look at me."

She obeys instantaneously, jerking her head up to meet your gaze.

"Why did you do it?" You ask again, each word staccato as you wring your hands into fists.

"She wasn't good for you." she finally replies and you laugh in disbelief.

"So what is good for me, Shane? Is being cheated on good for me? Is my friend taking part in that good for me too?"

"No—"

"Then why did you do it?" Your voice slides an octave higher, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You can feel your throat begin to close as a stray tear rolls down your face. Quickly, you brush it away.

"Because I love you."

That does it.

The dam in your chest breaks and you finally cry. Shane is stunned, plastered to her seat as she watches you rack into sobs. Gently, her hand slides forward on the table, finding your hand. You recoil as if she slapped you and she retreats back to her side of the table.

"No, fuck you; you don't get to say that to me." Not when you spent all this time getting over how you felt about Shane. You couldn't go backward.

But a sick, nasty part of you reveled in the proclamation. It was warped validation that everything you've felt for her was reciprocated. It satisfied you in a primal way and your stomach twisted itself into knots over it. Not even bothering to filter out your rampant thoughts, you ask her the question burning on your tongue.

"How did you fuck her?"

The silence after you spoke was deafening. Shane's eyes are wider than saucers.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

She looked at you like a cornered animal.

"I—" you get out of your chair, stalking around the table before standing in front of her. Glaring down at her, your hands find themselves on the arms of her chair. You lean in slowly—predatorily—before speaking again.

"Show me, Shane. Since you love me so much." Your voice cracks from crying, but the venom drips from every word.

Shane's throat bobs as she swallows. Her hands are on your hips, dragging you forward. You're already working on the button of your pants, unzipping swiftly before shoving them down your knees. Your underwear comes off soon after and both garments are abandoned on the floor.

Cautiously, she beckons you forward. You comply, lowering yourself into her lap. Your cunt brushes against the rough denim of her jeans and you refrain from groaning. An arm hooks low around your hips while her dominant hand worms itself between your legs. Her digits find the wet slick of your pussy and she glances up at you.

You nod.

She plunges two fingers inside of you. Your walls immediately adjust to the intrusion, stretching deliciously. The moan escapes your lips and you teeter in Shane's lap. Your lips meet the junction of Shane's neck and you bite down roughly. Smoothing the newly forming bruise with your tongue, you sneer at the way Shane hisses.

"Faster."

She adjusts her wrist and immediately hastens her pace. Her fingers are like a piston, thrusting in and out. They curl against the spongy wall of your pussy and you throw your head back, breath shaky. Your hips swivel in rhythm with her thrusts, taking every ounce of pleasure Shane willingly gave.

The edges of your vision begin to darken as you feel the heel of Shane's hand rub against your clit. You gasp, rutting aggressively into her touch as she continues fingerfucking you. Your hands thread themselves in her hair, pulling down to expose the curve of her neck. Moaning, you leave a trail of hickeys down her throat, smirking at the way her face contorts in painful pleasure. She curls her fingers inside of you at just the right angle and you finally cum with a shout.

Your body goes rigid as your knees buckle into her sides. Bobbing on Shane's fingers, you don't stop until the high of your orgasm subsides and reality comes crashing down around you. Swiftly, you pull yourself off of Shane's lap before disappearing into the bathroom to clean yourself up. You return a few minutes later, sliding your underwear and pants back on.

Shane is still glued to her chair. Her fingers are still coated in your slick and she has not made the effort to wipe them off yet. She stares at you numbly and you begin to walk towards the front door.

"I'll be gone by the end of the week, Shane. Then you can fuck whomever else you want in here."

There will be no next time. There are no more feelings to talk about. It was just about the sex.

Shane could no longer be your friend.

[aphroditesdoll]

potential [s.m]

18+

music: lurk by the neighborhood “better just go with the flow”

pairing: shane mccutcheon x hyper femme reader

warnings: slightly toxic, fingering, cunnilingus, reader crying before sex, rough kissing, lip biting.

summary: seeing shane out, and lying to you brings back some memories. some very 18+ ones!

a/n: definitely planning to make this into mutiple parts! i already love the inspo. (why can this woman never commit)

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“shane’s serious this time,” your long time friend alice gossiped, “plus that girl burnt down her place.” alice looked at you as she finishes her sentence anticipating your reaction. you didn’t know that story. shane told you it was an accident. “i didn’t know that, shane said a heater was left on, she lied.” you muttered to alice, not that anyone was your at table. maybe the disbelief that shane would lie to you, her roommate, her supposed best friend. alice looked away and back to you quickly, that one glance shared that means “shut the fuck up”, shane walked into the planet, leaving you slightly dumbfounded just hoping she wouldn’t come to your table.

“did you invite her out today?” you interrogate alice, “no but look, she’s meeting some girl.” alice burst out, “probably another hookup” you contemplate catching a glance but choose your own peace instead. “i’m gonna go get ready for our workout! see you there?” you ask, grabbing your leather bag, and fixing your skirt before standing up and making your way out. “yeah me and tash will be there!” she hollered back, as you leave the planet towards your apartment, it’s only about a ten minute walk.

you’re used to the busy city you’ve lived in for three years now, the walk is routine for you, but this is all so different, your mind floods with demands of ‘how long has she known her’, ‘have they already hooked up’, ‘what does she have over her’, to feeling mad, your fists clench at the thought of them doing everything you’ve heard her do before, and it stays with you every time you hear her fuck some random girl, your mind is focused on one thing the way shane uses women, why would she ever do that, why would she let them use her like that, eventually the thoughts slow down and you start to remember the way you truly feel about her behind any anger you have for her.

tears fill in your eyes making it hard to see, the tears bubble up and destroy any sense of vision you once had, it’s just not meant to be for you rings over and over in your mind.

two months ago

shane’s voice rings in the back of your head “why does it even matter to you?” she reminded, you knew she was right, even when you came out of your bedroom, angry, because “she can’t even respect you enough not to fuck these girls in your house”, to shane responded those words. why those fucking words. shane analyzed your face, seeing the tears starting to bubble up, your lips start to pout, her expression goes soft, she takes your face in her hands, caressing your cheek lightly with her thumb, you stare into her eyes seeing exactly why every girl does falls in love with her, how could you not? her green eyes scanning yours, looking for any kind of reassurance you know how sorry she is. “‘m so sorry, sorry- i’m so sorry sweetheart” she fumbles through her words her voice almost as shaky as yours now, “i know. i know you- you don’t mean to hurt me.” you mumble through yours too, and smash your lips into hers, it’s not a pretty kiss, it’s one you desperately need, pulling her in by her shirt.

she kisses you back, breathing heavily through each kiss you plaster on her lips, her hands float around your body before you notice and slide them down your back to your ass, shane quickly grabs a handful before she goes back to your hand, intertwining your fingers before she stops the kiss, “mmh” you mumble, opening your eyes to her puppy eyes, god she’s so beautiful when she’s lustful. “i don’t know if we should.” she states taking steps around you, leading you with her, still facing you, eyes locked with yours following every move you make, when you look at her lips she stares at yours, “please.” you plead before she nods and takes you down the white painted hallway.

you pull her in, begging to be kissed, to be touched. you kiss her gently this time, tenderly, sliding your tongue around hers, opening your eyes every few seconds because it’s so hard to believe. her hands finds their place on your ass again, gripping roughly, taking in all of you, one quick “can i?” before she slips her fingers in your shorts, rubbing her slim fingers against your clit, sliding them out to grab your jaw to forcing you to open wide, sliding her fingers in, and back down your shorts, her fingers going in circles as she slobbers pretty kisses all over your neck, boobs, and face, speeding up with each kiss she places, her pace rough.

she feels your walls clench, and can’t resist, she easily slids one finger in, watching your reaction before sliding another one in, soft pretty moans leave your lips, shane’s getting off on giving you pleasure, and she wants you to feel all of her potential. she’s secretly been waiting for this. before you can open your eyes from the shock of her fingers still in you, her pace going between gentle and rough, she wants to taste you more than anything.

she gets down on her knees hungrily pulling your cute pj shorts down, throwing them to the side, taking your thighs over her shoulders before she connects her mouth with your wet pussy, eating you out like her life depends on it, instantly sending you into orbit, moaning your way through her intense sucking and licking, moaning so loud you’ve never heard yourself like this before, “s-s-shane oh my god,” shane’s fingers still thrusting in you, you think you could collapse when you feel your insides clench, shane smirks against your mount chuckling before she speeds up, making it impossible not too start shaking all of it is so intense, you can feel it building up “don’t stop.” you whimper at her, she responds by sliding her tongue up and down your lips, hands gripping at your thigh as you let it all go, covering her chin, and nose in your cum, you shake as her gently drops your thighs, pulling herself to your lips, kissing you roughly, biting your bottom lip, “been keeping this from me the whole time?” she teased, her voice low and breathy.

“not just from you, from myself too,” “i didn’t know i could sound like that” you giggle leaning into her neck, she laughs back, “i guess i just bring those sounds out of you” she chuckles and laughs again before you playfully push her.

she leads you to the shower where she cleans you off, and you help her, staying in the rest of the night watching some of your favorite movies, having one of the most romantic nights with her.

the next day, she brought another girl home and made her moan the same way she made you.

you cried on that day and today. luckily, today brought a twisted idea to your head. the plan is to..

a/n: thank you for readin’ sexy 🤭 i love writing shane when i’m bored, and i have a whole plan with this part, and the next, so please let me know how you like this one!