Whiskey & Wine

Not a food blog, not even close, but a blog for self indulgence, imagination and pretending... So, basically a thirst account... Female, she/her, got nothing to prove to anyone, 40+ so yeah it can get NSFW & not safe for minors.

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[babybellabale]

lick (ben poindexter x reader)

you shook the whipped cream bottle and put pressure on the nozzle, swirling the cream on his bicep this time.

you swept your hair to one side, lowered your head and licked a long line across dex’s bicep earning a low groan from dex.

for the past hour, you and dex took turns licking whipped cream off of one another.

“mmmh” you moaned at the sweetness of whipped cream that dissolved in your mouth leaning your head back.

dex’s mouth fell open at the soft feeling of your tongue leaving goosebumps across his cool skin.

dex sat sprawled out, arms stretched wide along the couch, head leaned back against the wall. dex’s thighs were spread to accommodate space for you.

it started as a joke, the both of you were just trying to recreate the banana milkshake that dex often got at the diner down the street. then dex licked some cream that landed on your finger after scraping the liquid of the blender onto the cup, and you immediately dragged him to the couch.

“feels so good, baby” he cried out, eyes squeezed shut as his hips involuntarily thrusted up, you maneuvered yourself to straddle his hips.

feeling the cold metal bottle of whipped cream in his hand, dex pushed down the strap of your tanktop and traced a smile with dots for eyes with the cream right on the curve of your breast.

you peered down and took in the smiley face, “dex,” you rolled your eyes, “you are so lame” you laughed.

dex placed a hand on the small of your back and pulled you to him, you toppled over him and felt his lips graze your own.

“careful” he whispered before lowering his head and biting down at your tit.

you cried out his name and dex softly kissed the bite mark while whispering soft apologies.

he slowly kissed up your chest and licked remnants of the white sweet cream off your chest before kissing you.

you accepted his soft tongue and kissed him back slow and languid, getting lost in the taste and feel of dex.

grabbing onto his shoulders, you felt the faint stickiness of the cream and spit you left behind and break the kiss while giggling.

dex peered up at you, hint of skepticism and endearment in his dark hazel eyes, “what?”

“we both are a sticky mess, let’s go shower” you purred, hands rubbing soft circles across his back, your nails softly grazing the muscles of his back.

dex shuddered, eyes drooping up at you like he was already gone, “anything for my girl.”

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sorry, came to me while sleeping and i cantttt get it out of my headddddd.

[dexgirlfriend]

physical touch comes to benjamin poindexter as easy and as natural as breathing. whether it's a hand on your thigh when he's driving, or a pinky hooked 'round yours mid conversation. fingers intertwined with yours as you walk outside, of course, is normal for him. and at home, when he's navigating around you, even though he has ample space, his hand falls to the small of your back as he moves you gently to get around. there's a lazy arm slung over your shoulder, a finger drawing distracted patterns across your skin, his head heavy on your chest at night when he's asleep. and that's just the things he's not really aware he's doing.

sometimes, when he's in a particularly good mood, he'll kiss your lips until you're dizzy and laughing and breathless, then move onto the rest of your face while you catch up on oxygen and your surroundings.

"doin' too much, poindexter," you'll laugh, and he'll lean back in to lick a broad stripe up your cheek, because he's nothing if not unconventional, and if you even try to wipe it away, he'll just lick your hand too. or maybe you're not giving him enough attention, maybe you're busy working—most times, you don't even notice him, because of his training. not until he's sinking his teeth into your limb of his choice anyway. on luckier occasions when your camera's off in a meeting, you stifle your surprise until you're able to mute yourself and complain; on important calls, though, he's sitting on the floor by your legs, and you don't even feel his hand wrapping around your ankle, or his breath ghosting over your skin before pain shoots up your leg. on more than one occasion, you've been asked if everything's alright, and when you glare down at him later, all he does is grin back up at you. the worst part is you can't even stay mad at him when he's so beautiful and you're so in love.

the biting also continues… elsewhere, like he's determined to mark you as his territory. even if he's careful to make sure that all of them—okay, most of them—are hidden, he revels in the thought that your knowledge of them will remind you of him, regardless of where you are. oh, and the dull ache of the bruises left in his wake that are totally by accident because he definitely doesn't know his own strength is nice to think about too—even though you both know better than that.

and then there are the bad days. he'll walk in, silent, and you don't say anything, either. you know him too well for that—if he doesn't want to speak, he won't, and if you keep asking you'll just make it worse. so you wait, and he pulls you onto his lap and buries his face in your neck, and your hands are in his hair, and he just stays like that until he feels better—your weight on top of him is more comforting than he'd ever admit. rarer events are when you lose track of time, pass out without realising, and wake up hours into the night, a cramped tangle of limbs. but your shared warmth is more comfort in one sitting than he's felt in his life before you, so who is he to complain?

he wakes up before you almost every morning, but even then, you're conscious enough most of the time to feel his fingers trace over your face, like he's trying to memorise you, like he hasn't a million times over already. and when you pad into the kitchen, still half-asleep, he lets you drape yourself all over him and catch a few more minutes while he cooks breakfast.

you've changed his routine; he's always hated change, but he'll be lying if he says he's not grateful for it this time.

you nudge him with a toe, he lifts you up effortlessly into his arms and doesn't put you down, your feet are in his lap as you watch a movie while he traces those same idle patterns across them—you ask him, "what's that supposed to be?"

he pauses, smiles in the way he does when he knows something you don't.

"i'm sure you'll figure it out," he says unhelpfully. and it's simple—too simple, maybe, 'cause you feel stupid when you figure it out. i mean, you should've known what it was, because obviously—

it's a bullseye.

hi guess who. 0.7k words i think i died and went to hell except hell is being obsessed with this man. i actually hated him so much the first time i watched daredevil (~6 years ago) lol guess this is karma. pls reblog to support ur authors !!

[clawxmoon]

── ✦ out of time

a late-night encounter with your neighbor leaves you shaken as tony - dex - ends up closer to you than he ever should, and the line between familiarity and something more starts to blur.

ᯓ tags│slowburn, dryhumping, oral fem receiving, p in v, praise, overstimulation, dirty talk, edging, slight choking, pinning, petnames, no aftercare though :( │word count: 5k

── next chapter

you sat curled beneath a blanket, one leg tucked underneath you, a book resting open in your lap. your apartment felt unusually warm compared to the weather outside. a small lamp glowed beside the couch, casting pools of amber light across the room along with some scented candles you lit.

you'd showered less than half an hour ago. your hair was still slightly damp, the ends leaving faint wet marks against the oversized t-shirt you'd thrown on afterward. the warmth from the shower lingered on your skin, making the apartment feel even cozier than usual.

it should have been the perfect night for reading, except you kept rereading the same page because your mind kept drifting. your neighbor. the man from across the hall. you didn't even know his name. all you had were brief encounters in hallways, shared elevator rides, nods of acknowledgement.

you stared down at the page. reading the same sentence for the fourth time and giving up. with a sigh, you lowered the book onto your chest. outside, headlights passed below your window. your thoughts wandered again.

you wondered if he was home, if he was awake, if he ever noticed you watching him the same way you noticed him watching you. you wondered what his voice sounded like. whether it was as sharp as his stare. whether he even knew how much space he'd started taking up inside your head. the thought made you smile at yourself.

this was getting embarrassing. you were imagining a man you'd never even spoken to.

you were just beginning to convince yourself to return to your book when three firm knocks sounded at your door. the sound startled you enough that you nearly dropped it. you sat up immediately, blinking toward the hallway. at almost midnight, you certainly weren't expecting visitors. another knock followed a few seconds later.

setting the book aside, you stood from the couch and crossed the apartment. the wooden floor felt cool beneath your bare feet as you approached the door. through the peephole you could only make out the dark shape of someone standing in the hallway.

curiosity got the better of you. you unlocked the door and pulled it open.

oh.

standing on the other side was the very man you'd been thinking about for the last twenty minutes. rainwater darkened the shoulders of his black jacket, suggesting he'd only recently come inside. his expression remained unreadable, but his eyes settled on yours almost immediately, familiar and unnervingly intense.

then he lifted one hand - dangling from his fingers was a set of keys. for a second, you simply stared at the keys in his hand, then recognition hit.

"oh my god."

you immediately reached for them, relief washing through you. "i've been looking for these all evening."

his gaze followed the movement of your hand. "figured."

your fingers brushed as you took them from him. it wasn't even enough to properly qualify as touching, but you still felt it. a brief spark of awareness that made you strangely conscious of how close he was standing. you glanced down at the familiar keychain attached to the ring and laughed softly.

"seriously, thank you. I thought I'd somehow lost them outside."

"found them in the lobby," he said. "you dropped them earlier."

you looked back up at him.

"and you remembered they were mine?"

"I've seen you carrying them."

the answer should have felt completely normal. instead, it made your stomach tighten. neither of you seemed eager to break eye contact. the hallway suddenly felt much smaller than usual.

you became acutely aware that you were standing in your doorway looking freshly showered and probably staring at him like an idiot. you cleared your throat.

"well." your fingers tightened around the keys. "I definitely owe you one..."

"tony." he specified. you introduced yourself in exchange.

tony... the name doesn't suit him that much, you thought to yourself.

"tony!"

his eyebrow lifted slightly. his gaze remained on you for a moment before shifting away. only then did you properly notice the state he was in.

his dark jacket was soaked through. rainwater clung to the fabric and dripped occasionally onto the hallway floor. his hair was damp too, slightly darker than usual, with a few strands falling forward.

you frowned. "jesus. it's pouring out there."

he glanced over his shoulder toward the building entrance at the end of the hallway. "yeah."

"you got caught in it?"

"something like that."

the man looked like he'd walked through a hurricane.

"something like that doesn't explain why you look like you swam home."

that earned a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth. you felt oddly proud of yourself.

"well, my apartment building has terrible timing too."

"how so?"

he looked back at you.

"no hot water."

you blinked. "what?"

"pipe burst." he said it casually. "and maintenance won't be here until tomorrow."

you stared. "you're kidding."

"wish I was."

you looked at him. then at the rainwater practically dripping off him. then back at him. a few seconds passed. no, don't even think about it.

"you can use my shower."

the words left your mouth before you could think about them. immediately afterward your brain caught up.

right. great. amazing.

you had just invited the attractive stranger you'd been obsessing over for months into your apartment to shower. excellent. very normal.

his eyebrows lifted slightly, looking skeptical. "your shower..."

you cleared your throat.

"I mean-" too late. you were already flustered. there was no recovering now. "I have hot water. you don't. that's the entire thought process."

"that's reassuring."

"don't make it weird."

his expression remained perfectly neutral. "I wasn't."

"you were thinking about it."

for a second you thought he might refuse, you expected him to. he seemed like the kind of person who rarely accepted help from anyone. his eyes drifted past you into the apartment. then his gaze returned to yours.

"you sure?" he asked, his question coming out quieter than you expected.

you nodded. "yeah."

finally he sighed through his nose. almost like he was giving in to something. "okay."

you blinked. "okay?"

"okay."

you hadn't actually planned for him to agree. now you were the one standing there staring. his eyes narrowed slightly. amused.

"you're the one that offered."

"I know, I just-" you stopped. because there was absolutely no way to finish that sentence without embarrassing yourself. he waited. "come in" you pointed toward your apartment.

the smile that appeared this time was small. brief but definitely real. you stepped aside and he finally crossed the threshold into your apartment. the scent of rain followed him inside.

you closed the door behind him and suddenly became painfully aware that your mysterious neighbour was standing in your living room. the same living room where you'd spent the last twenty minutes thinking about him. unfortunately, your brain chose that exact moment to remind you of this fact.

you immediately walked into the side of the couch. the impact echoed through the room. fuckkkk, that hurt. you closed your eyes from the pain and tried to ignore what just happened, pretending you were okay.

"I saw that."

of course he did. you rubbed your knee.

"no you didn't."

"pretty sure I did."

"well, as your host, I'm asking you to respect my privacy."

another laugh. somehow, hearing it while he stood dripping rainwater onto your floor made the entire evening feel a little unreal. you laughed alongside him.

you guided him to the bathroom - brought him towels and whatever men's clothing you had. the ones you usually bought to wear at home.

"If you need anything else let me know, tony!"

he thanked you and locked the door, turning the shower on. dex immediately started inspecting the whole place: what brand toothpaste and soap you use, what does your laundry detergent smell like, what scented shower gels do you have. he didn't forget to open some drawers and noticed a few pads and tampons laying around, as well as some razors and first aid kit.

after checking everything out, dex finally stepped into the shower. he didn't mind your haircare and skincare products - he thought they smelled sweet, just like you. he couldn't stop sheepishly smiling the whole time. like he finally got what he wanted without even trying too much - if we don't include the fact that he stole your lost keys earlier the day, and a few months of eye-fucking you two had.

after around 15 minutes, tony was out of your bathroom, dressed in your home clothes. he looked so unbelievably hot right now, hair still wet and messy, clothes a little too tight for his broad figure, his cheeks were pinkish and you could smell your signature scent across the living room.

"everything alright?" you peeked your head up from the couch.

"yep, I guess you don't owe me anymore" he smiled. "you're good". tony started walking over to you, the couch dipping at his weight. fuck, he looked so sexy manspreading right on your couch, drying his hair with one hand, his biceps flexing. this can't be real, you thought to yourself.

you were staring. it was becoming a genuine problem.

“you keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna start thinking I’ve got shampoo left in my hair.”

your eyes immediately snapped upward, face feeling warm. “you probably do.”

“wow.”

“check.”

tony dropped the towel onto his shoulder and patted around his head dramatically. after a few seconds of searching, he held up absolutely nothing.

“false accusation. I expect an apology.”

“you’ll survive.”

“barely.”

you rolled your eyes and tried focusing on the random movie playing on the tv because your extremely handsome neighbor looked like he had just walked out of a magazine cover to you. meanwhile, he was sitting on your couch wearing sweatpants that were definitely too small for him and a hoodie that looked like it was losing a battle against his shoulders.

it wasn’t fair.

“you know,” he said after a moment, “this is actually kind of weird.”

“you showering at my place?”

“that too. mostly the fact that your entire apartment smells like vanilla.”

“and?”

“and now I smell like vanilla too."

you laughed.

he looked offended. “I'm serious.”

“that’s your problem?” you rolled your eyes.

"pretty much, I've got a reputation to maintain" you stared at him. he stared back. then both of you lost it. the tension dissolved instantly.

“that’s the dumbest thing I've ever heard,” you managed between laughs.

“thank you.”

“that wasn’t a compliment.”

“I’ll take what I can get.”

the laughter lingered for a second before fading away. the movie continued playing in the background, filling the apartment with distant dialogue and music neither of you were paying attention to anymore. somehow, the silence that settled between you felt different now. heavier.

tony leaned back into the couch, one arm stretched across the backrest. his head tilted slightly as he looked at the television, but you got the feeling he wasn't watching it either. you tried to focus on the screen. but every time you glanced over, he was still there - wearing your clothes, still smelling like vanilla and your shampoo, still taking up way too much space in your apartment and somehow making it feel smaller.

the realization made your stomach twist. because this wasn't normal. neighbors didn't usually end up sitting on each other's couches at midnight wearing borrowed clothes and they definitely didn't make it this hard to breathe. you swallowed and looked away.

"okay, what is it?" tony asked.

"what?" your head snapped toward him.

"you keep looking at me." his voice was quieter now - not teasing, just stating a fact.

heat crawled up your neck. "you're sitting in my apartment."

tony's jaw tightened slightly. just enough for you to notice. then his eyes dropped to the oversized sleeve hanging over your hand, to your bare legs tucked underneath you on the couch. then back up again, slowly. your breath caught. his expression changed for half a second. something unreadable flashing across his face before disappearing just as quickly.

it was the first time since you'd seen him that he looked uncertain.

"you should stop looking at me like that," he said quietly.

your pulse skipped. "like what?"

his eyes held yours for a second.

"you know exactly like what."

the air seemed to leave the room. you couldn't think of a single response, avoiding eye contact. your eyes dropped to the floor, then to the sleeve hanging over your hand, anywhere except him. meanwhile, tony didn't move. his gaze stayed exactly where it was, steady and impossible to ignore even without looking directly at him.

you could feel it lingering, feel the weight of the silence stretching between you. the room hadn't changed, the tv was still playing somewhere in the background, but everything else seemed distant, drowned out by the simple fact that neither of you had laughed your way out of this one.

when you finally risked a glance back up, his eyes were still on you. not challenging, not teasing - just watching. there was something unusually unguarded about him now, as if he'd forgotten to hide whatever was running through his mind. the silence settled heavily between you, charged with all the things neither of you seemed willing to say out loud.

all you knew was that your heart was beating hard enough to make it difficult to think. the space between you suddenly felt much smaller than it had a few minutes ago, despite neither of you changing position. tony's gaze dropped briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes.

the movement was subtle and impossible to miss. for the first time all evening, he looked genuinely conflicted. like he was arguing with himself, like part of him had already made a decision and the other part was trying to stop it.

"this is a bad idea," he said quietly. the words sounded more like a warning to himself than to you.

you swallowed. "then why aren't you leaving?"

for a moment, he just looked at you. then something in his expression softened.

"I don't want to." the answer barely came out above a whisper. somehow the distance between you disappeared. tony leaned forward slowly, giving you every opportunity to pull away, every opportunity to break the moment if you wanted to. when you didn't, his eyes flickered between yours one last time.

his hand came to rest against the couch beside you, close enough to make your pulse jump. close enough that you could feel the warmth of him. the air felt impossibly still. then he tilted his head slightly and closed the remaining distance.

It started off as hesitant at first, like he was unsure of it but soon enough tony leaned in closer, deepening the kiss. his hand came up to hold the side of your face - fingers brushing over your jaw. you could feel his desperation with the way he was kissing, it wasn't rough but passionate. his hand went down to hold your throat, softly squeezing it.

you felt yourself getting hotter every second, feeling goosebumps all over your body. you tried to break the kiss to take a breath but tony held it firmly, not letting it go. he pushed his tongue back into you, exploring every part of your mouth.

slowly both of his hands went down to hold your waist, pushing you closer. you used this chance to straddle his lap and he gladly let you. you felt the hardened bulge between your legs immediately, softly groaning at the feeling of him. tony squeezed your waist and pushed you to his chest, your arms wrapped around his neck.

the kiss got intense in matter of seconds, it wasn't innocent anymore. both of you were breathing loudly, holding each other impossibly close. you could feel yourself getting wet, pussy pulsing right on his lap. you decided to grind on him out of desperation.

"fuck" tony grunted loudly and pushed his head back on the couch. he started to push his hips up to feel you deeper. you moaned softly at the new sensation, your clit feeling the friction between layers of clothes. tony's hands moved to grab your ass and push you down on him again. you grabbed the back of his hair out of pleasure and hid your face in the crook of his neck.

tony's voice was low and rough, grunting from time to time. he started leaving kisses on your jaw, going down lower and biting your neck, softly sucking on it. his hands now trailed back up to slide under your shirt. he cupped and squeezed your breasts and twisted one of your nipples.

your moans started to progressively get louder, desperately grinding your clothed pussy on his sweatpants. you felt yourself getting closer, the friction, sensation and heat between your legs getting difficult to handle. you couldn't keep your composure anymore. neither could tony.

"am I making you feel good, pretty girl?" he smiled, whispering in your ear and gently biting it before going back on your throat. "come on, you're almost there, baby".

the praise made your walls flutter around nothing, the emptiness felt frustrating. you felt yourself getting impossibly close to cumming from just rubbing your clit on his bulge.

"fuck, fuck, fuck" the orgasm came crushing down on you. your back arched at the feeling, eyes and head rolling back, exposing your neck to the man under you. he didn't miss the chance to plant lingering kisses all over your throat.

"good girl" tony pushed himself up on you once again to ride out your pleasure and moved your body against him with force. he grabbed your face and kissed you rough and desperately, biting your lower lip.

his fingers tangled in your hair as the kiss turned filthy again - wet and deep and messy. every bite of his teeth sent sparks down your spine. then suddenly he pulled back just enough to yank off his shirt in one rough motion. the dim light caught every hard line of his chest filled with the scars.

without a word, tony lifted you effortlessly into him and pinned you beneath him on the couch cushion. his mouth found yours again but it wasn't gentle anymore.

tony’s hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up slowly - his lips never leaving yours as he kissed you through every movement. when the fabric was halfway off, he broke the kiss just to pull it completely over your head. the second cool air hit your bare skin, goosebumps erupted but tony warmed you fast with his mouth trailing down your neck.

his teeth grazed one shoulder before his tongue dipped into the hollow of your collarbone. each kiss grew hotter, needier, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

he reached behind to unhook your bra that stood in his way without hesitation - impatient but careful not to hurt you.

"you're perfect, sweetheart" he whispered against your bare skin.

tony kissed down your stomach, slow and deliberate - each press of his lips a promise. when he reached the waistband of your shorts, he paused. his fingers hooked into the fabric and peeled them down over your hips with torturous slowness. you could feel every brush of his knuckles against sensitive skin.

his soft lips pressed a kiss through thin panties that were already damp from everything before this moment ever started happening at all.

with one hand holding onto your thigh to keep you spread for him, he dragged those same panties down slowly - revealing everything inch by inch under dim living room light filtering through curtains.

the moment your panties were gone, he lowered his head and licked long, slow, deliberate - right through the center of your folds. a full-body shiver tore through you at the contact.

"tony!" you moaned out loud as your head fell back out of pleasure.

he did it again. then again. each stroke was different - teasing one side with his tongue while sucking gently on sensitive skin. his mouth sealed over your clit and sucked hard.

"sweeter than I imagined," tony groaned im your pussy, completely lost in your pleasure.

you gasped so loud it turned into a moan that echoed off the walls. tony growled against you and doubled down immediately: tongue swirling fast now while two fingers slid deep inside without asking permission. they curled just right inside you as he sucked relentlessly.

his fingers, which had been moving slowly at first, suddenly picked up speed - thrusting deeper and faster inside you while his thumb replaced his mouth for a split second to rub tight circles over your clit then he dove back in with force. it was relentless - curving those two digits just right every time they plunged deep. the heel of his hand pressed lightly against your pelvis, adding subtle pressure that made everything feel even more intense

you could hear him breathing heavy through it all - low groans vibrating against sensitive. each sharp inhale from him told you he was getting off on every sound spilling out of your lips

"please don't stop, please" you chanted his name like a prayer as you came apart instantly, your orgasm hit like a lightning strike fast and overwhelming. the way you came from tony’s mouth was messy.

fingers clenched around tony’s hair as waves of pleasure ripped through you. your back arched off the couch cushions and your hands fisted hard in his hair, pulling slightly without meaning to.

"there you go" tony didn’t stop. not even when he felt you shaking under him. he kept sucking gently now instead of aggressively - drawing out every last pulse until it became almost too much. sensitive and overstimulated.

finally, tony slowly pulled back - lips glistening in the low light, then crawled up over you. without hesitation or warning he crashed his mouth into you, kissing messy and deep with all that pent-up hunger still burning inside him.

his sweatpants thudded softly as it hit the floor. he didn’t hesitate when he finally peeled off his boxer briefs - freeing himself completely. hard, thick and aching for attention. you almost drooled at the sight. he kicked everything aside without looking and climbed back onto the couch with you - skin on skin this time. warmth everywhere.

tony hovered over you for a breath - just looking. your lips were swollen from kissing, your chest rising and falling fast. the room was quiet except for both of your breathing. heavy with want. he lined himself up slowly - tip pressing right where it mattered most and paused again, waiting, checking if you were okay with this. when you nodded and arched into him, he pushed forward slowly.

inch by inch, stretching gently as his body slid inside yours, heat meeting heat in the most intimate way possible.

"fuuuuck, baby, so tight f'me" his jaw clenched hard, eyes squeezing shut briefly from how good it felt.

the slow, careful pace didn’t last long. once tony was fully inside - buried deep where you were warm and tight around him. his hips jerked forward instinctively, driving himself deeper with a low groan that rumbled through his chest. the rhythm started steady at first, then faster and harder.

"eyes on me, baby" each thrust made the couch creak beneath you both. tony’s breathing turned ragged, mouth falling open as pleasure overwhelmed every nerve. without warning, one hand shot up and wrapped loosely around your throat. just enough pressure to make your pulse jump under his palm. then he pinned both of your wrists above your head with one strong grip.

"fuck, feels so good" you moaned against his lips.

"oh yeah? you like how I fuck you, baby?" tony teased.

the pleasure was building too fast, like a wave about to crash. every snap of tony’s hips sent electric shocks through your core, each movement perfectly calculated to drag the most intense sensations out of you. his voice alone - low and teasing made your stomach flip.

"tony, please" you could feel him everywhere - the heat of his skin against yours where sweat-slicked bodies pressed together; the way muscles in arms flexed as he held himself up over you.

"please what, baby" he repeated slowly, voice dripping with false innocence like he hadn't just wrecked you seconds ago. his hips gave a tiny roll - not enough to give real relief; just a cruel little tease of movement. he saw it in your face immediately: that perfect mix of desperation and neediness. "use your words," he murmured against your neck, lips brushing skin between syllables.

"please, tony, wanna cum on your cock, please" your voice came out breathless, wrecked already. tony’s expression shifted. the playful teasing vanished in an instant, replaced by something far darker and hungrier. his pupils dilated further; his jaw tightened with sudden intensity.

without warning, he slammed back into you - harder this time. no slow buildup now; just raw force as his hips with renewed aggression. the couch creaked violently beneath you both like it might actually break from how rough and fast things got all of a sudden.

a groan ripped from tony’s chest at the feeling - the way you clenched around him so perfectly. "fuck!" your third orgasm hit like a tidal wave, unexpected and overwhelming, eyes rolling back to the back of your skull. one second tony was pounding into you with that perfect rhythm, the next your whole body clenched around him - walls fluttering as pleasure erupted through every nerve ending.

you gasped his name. he felt the way you squeezed him so tight and that was all he needed. his thrusts turned erratic. desperate. losing their control fast as his own release barreled toward him.

a few more rough pumps and he buried himself deep inside you and came hard - body tensing above yours like a coiled spring finally snapping. heat flooded between you both in waves. the second his orgasm peaked, tony collapsed onto you - heavy but careful not to crush you completely.

his lips found yours in a messy, desperate kiss. when he pulled back, neither of you got very far. his forehead nearly brushed yours. for a second, he simply stared at you, breathing unevenly.

your breath was still coming in slow, shaky waves - post-orgasm haze thick around your mind as you looked around the room. the tv had been playing some late-night news segment after the movie ended - volume low, background noise. neither of you really paid attention before. but then you glanced at it, eyes half-lided, mind floaty.

Benjamin Poindexter. Also known as, Dex - Bullseye. a headline flashed. there was a live shot of him brutally attacking the police - his figure was tall, broad shoulders, that confident stride you’d recognize anywhere. then they showed a mugshot of his face without the mask: dark eyes, sharp jawline, face filled with scars that were still red.

your stomach dropped. tony saw the second your eyes widened - that specific kind of panic, the sharp inhale that wasn’t pleasure-related and the way your whole body locked up. he turned his head slowly toward the tv. without hesitation dex reached for the remote and hit mute first, then power-off button right after.

the room plunged into silence the second the screen went black - no more news, just suffocating stillness. dex’s movements were precise, calculated; even now, there was something terrifyingly methodical about him.

he turned to face you fully. the dim light from your bedside lamp caught his profile - the same scars you’d seen on tv moments ago now in real life: jagged across his cheekbone, a thin line over his eyebrow. His expression wasn’t angry, but it wasn’t calm either.

the silence felt fragile now, stretched so tightly that even the smallest movement seemed capable of breaking it. dex's gaze lingered on yours before drifting toward the dark window across the room. his shoulders had gone rigid.

"I should go," he said eventually.

whatever had been there moments ago was gone. the guarded expression had returned, settling over him like armor. his jaw tightened as he looked toward the door instead of at you.

"tony?"

"dex." he corrected. closing his eyes briefly. that single hesitation told you more than anything else could have.

when he finally stood, the apartment felt strangely empty despite the fact that he was still there. every movement seemed deliberate, controlled, like he was forcing himself to leave before something happened that he couldn't take back.

"thanks for letting me use the shower," he said quietly.

you rose from the couch too. his eyes met yours then. and you saw something dangerously close to the truth. whatever it was, it scared him. the silence stretched. then he gave a small shake of his head.

"goodnight."

his hand remained on the handle. his back to you.

"for what it's worth," he said quietly, "I'm really glad you opened the door tonight."

the door clicked shut behind him, and you stood there staring at it long after he was gone. the apartment suddenly felt too quiet.

slowly, you sank back onto the couch, your mind replaying every conversation, every look, every pause that had lasted a second too long. beneath the shock and confusion, you couldn't figure out what had happened. the pieces were all there, yet none of them seemed to fit together, leaving you with more questions than answers.

[babybellabale]

undress (ben poindexter x reader)

process of dex undressing you, his favorite thing everrr.

warnings?: none.

fbi dex would love undressing you after work or a night out. or even when getting ready for bed.

it would be the most intimate time the both of you share.

only the light coming from the bathroom would illuminate the room. the window would be open just enough for cool wind to balance the heat that dex’s large body would give off.

he would start with your buttons; shaking fingers would slowly unbutton each one, or would slowly unzip his hoodie you were lounging in.

it was like looking at an art piece, the way his pupils would dilate and the soft expanse of your upper body.

his hands would graze your shoulders so your top would fall to the floor. dex would sheepishly rub his knuckles on your collarbones and the dip of your chest.

“turn around” he’d whisper, followed along with fingers unclasping your bra.

it would cause an ache in his heart seeing the indents on your skin from your bra, along your back and shoulders.

his hands would soothingly caress your tits as his teeth lightly sank into the junction between your ear and neck.

“you’re so perfect…sometimes i don’t know what to do” he nuzzles into your neck and you turn like putty, resting your back against his chest.

next, dex would rub his thumb lightly across your nipples until they turned into peaks, while your mouth would fall open at the barely-there touch.

dex would sit on the edge of the bed and turn you to face him. his hands would hook into a belt hoop of your jeans and pull you closer to him.

popping open your jean button and unzipping them revealed pale blue cotton underwear beneath.

dex would pull down your jeans slowly while kissing any new skin revealed to him.

inch by inch till he reached your mound, he would sofly breath against the cotton. his hot breath so close to your clit had you gripping his shoulders, digging your nails into them.

once your underwear was gone too, a pile had formed at the floor of all your clothes.

you were left naked under dex’s watchful eye. maybe it was the light reflecting his eyes or maybe he was teary-eyed, but the look of admiration in his eyes made you feel like you were on the top of the world.

dex pulled you into his embrace, once again nuzzling his face into your neck.

you mentally readied yourself for the intense pleasure of sex, but to your suprise, he just laid on the bed with you tucked under his arms.

and for tonight, it seemed like the right choice.

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last exam tomorrow!!!! i promise no more short af posts. and ill write all the amazing requests in my inbox :))

[pr-is-ci-ll-aa]

WILSON BETHEL as SHANE MAGUIRE

Untamed

[holeinthemattress]

lil blurb from a wip fic about dbf!shane who’s like an uncle to you. this guy is a perv and i wanna throttle him ♡

dbf!shane who snuck you your first beer, grin toothy as he watched you choke and sputter against the bitter taste. He’ll call you a baby and take the bottle, only to bring it back to your lips and hold it there for you.

“That’s it, breathe through your nose.” Shane murmurs, dick hardening in his jeans when you tentatively wrap your fingers around the neck of the bottle and allow him to feed it to you.

You follow his instructions the best you can, attempting to breathe through your nose as the beer pours down your throat. It stings and makes your eyes water but if the wetness pooling between your thighs is anything to go by, you don’t mind it as much as you probably should.

Shane slowly tips the bottle up higher and higher, reveling at the panic in your eyes as you begin to choke. Trickles of beer slip past your lips and drop down your chin. Shane watches as one dips in between the curve of your breasts, fighting the urge to follow it with his tongue.

Your throat clicks as you try to shallow quickly but there’s just too much and soon, you’re breaking away from the bottle with a gag.

Shane swears he could’ve cum in his pants right then.

There’s beer stains on your shirt and your lips are sticky as you gasp for breath. Shane is silently counting all the ways he could make you like this again, toeing the line of indecency.

He sets the bottle down and brushes a thumb against the corner of your lip, catching a stray droplet before it hits the floor.

“Showin off for me, big girl?” Shane says it like he’s proud and it makes you clench your thighs together.

[forsakenjusticehorror]

he’s so good to me and to nobody else

shane maguire x reader

part 1

tags: mdni; explicit sexual content; fem!reader; no use of y/n; manipulative asshole Shane; dark undertones; no seriously he’s an asshole here; dad’s friend Shane; age gap (all parties are consensual adults); block if you don’t like, don’t report, this is just a text

tags for this chapter: MDNI; strongly suggestive content; manipulative behavior; fem!reader; gun usage; shane is an asshole; use of pet names (sweetheart, babygirl, baby, sugar); slightly dubcon, but doesn’t get too far

words: 4,6k (lmao this was supposed to be a blurb)

You were expecting this summer like nothing else. You daddy was serving as a ranger in Yosemite national park for several years now, but he’s been quite reluctant to invite you to spend some time with your old man. He was either busy or just…worried, like all good fathers are sometimes.

However, this time? Oh, you were ready. You packed all your favorite clothes, gathered all the necessary means to make this vacation more pleasant. After all, you weren't an angsty teenager anymore (to be fair, you used to be) who hated nature and any implication of staying away from the big city in the summer.

Your dad greeted you with an open arms, telling you how happy he is to have you by his side this summer. That his princess is back again, and this particular summer? He is so ready to show you the wonderful nature of this park in all glory. He was just walking you to his personnel cabin, which was far away from the guest's side. He told you that despite common belief, rangers and staff weren’t living in a village in a big friend group, as people tended to think.

‘’Yeah?’’ you smile at him, carrying your baggage. “Who’s living the most far away?’’

Your dad’s face changed, like a shadow crossed it. But he quickly put on his usual kind gnome’s face, cheering you up and entertaining you like he planned.

‘’Nobody to worry about, my dear. Sometimes rangers go nuts in the wilderness.’’

That stuck with you for whatever reason. You weren’t going to pry, but…You guessed your curiosity for this massive landscape got the best of you, really. The park was so big and so beautiful, it was hard to imagine anything bad. Big mistake. Bad things happened everywhere. Anywhere if a man was involved, at least.

Your first week went smoothly, a bit drawled, though. Rangers approximately your age either were busy, or non-existent. Most of the folk were your dad’s age, maybe give or take 10 years. Your dad was your lovely company, bounding with his daughter and taking days off to show you waterfalls. You two were passing El Capitan in the horse’s saddle, and you noticed dots on a giant rock.

‘’Is there really people?’’ you asked with wonder, perking up your head high. ‘’My god, I can’t imagine climbing there even if they pay me to do it’’.

Your dad laughed, ‘’Fortunately for you, I don’t have the money for equipment. So you don't have to’’.

You turned your horse into a different direction, still processing the fact that people were just…doing that. Climbing that cliff with a safety net. What a weird hobby to have, no shade.

‘’Come on, I know a better spot’’, your father chuckled, maneuvering the horse into the woods.

‘’You don’t have a feeling of being watched?’’ you grumbled, tossing brunches off your face. Your gray horse made a puff with its mouth.

‘’These woods are ancient’’, he laughed heartedly. ‘’Who knows, girl. Maybe they are.’’

No, you had a feeling of being watched point-on. Like someone has made themselves comfortable on a wood floor, unblinking eyes tracking the way you moved in the saddle. Lazy gaze, sharp one. A target mark painted, fitting your frame into itself, like a drawn circle with a loving steady hand.

‘’So, have you made friends here?’’ you nudged his sore spot. Your dad never was the one for big city life, he was drowning in it. Too much noise, too many angry, delusional people. No, he was better off in the wilderness, making himself useful watching over the park territory.

‘’Stop it, you sound just like your mother’’, he grunted, rolling his eyes. ‘’Yes, I have. You happy?’’

‘’Will you tell me their names?’’ you teased him, your horse matching the stride of his. ‘’Horses don’t count’’.

‘’I have a few, okay? Not very friendly by themselves, but seem like nice folks. Some woman with a kid your age, a former doctor. And an ex army ranger.’’

‘’Ough, where’s the juicy gossip?’’ you laughed, your horse huffed in agreement.

‘’I can introduce her to you later.’’

‘’And an army guy?’’ you raised an eyebrow.

Your father stared at you with an unreadable look, his eyes shadowed by some deep worry, until he said firmly.

‘’If we’re lucky, you won’t see him for the rest of your stay here. And I would prefer it that way.’’

You didn’t press, feeling the nauseating tingle in your stomach. Maybe your dad was just protective, as usual. Maybe something was off, but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

You were riding for another half an hour, until both of you reached the meadow. It was a marvelous sight, weeds and flowers moving with the wind. But best of all? A whole herd of deer and doe. Beautiful, eating grass and moving their ears. You stopped dead in the track.

‘’Come on’’, your dad nudged your side lightly. ‘’If we’re on a horse, we can ride through them. Want to see them up-close?’’

‘’Yeah’’, your lips barely moved. Like a goddamn Disney movie, the wind caught your hair, a few does whipped their heads up, sniffing. But they haven’t tried to run or fight.

‘’It’s not a mating season’’, your dad said quietly. ‘’So they’re okay with people being here until we bother them’’.

‘’Do rangers hunt stags?’’ you asked quietly, your body moving in the saddle like a ripple on the water.

‘’Yeah, hunters do’’, he nodded. ‘’Controlling the population, or they can get very aggressive, especially in rut.’’

You were trying to reply your dad, until…A loud, explosive gunshot. Stags and does went running in different directions, you covered your head with your hands. Luckily, you had a trained horse which didn’t went running too, though its definitely tried to jerk its body underneath you.

‘’What the fuck?’’ you said loudly, hearing your own heart beating in your throat a hundred miles per hour.

‘’Stay close’’, your dad said tensely, he was hauling his horse to stay still. He pulled out his own gun, pointing it to the woods that framed the meadow.

‘’Dad, what’s going on?’’ you yelped, anxiously holding the horse’s reins.

From the side of the woods, a dark figure moved, in the saddle too. Dark rider with a rifle.

‘’Goddamn it’’, your dad muttered through gritted teeth.

‘’What? Who is he?’’ you asked, narrowing your eyes to get a better look in the sun. Rider was getting close, until you could properly see his relaxed face and cocky smile. Not a polite one.

‘’Are you out of your mind, Shane?’’ your father spat, still holding a gun reluctantly, before he put it down.

‘’Sorry’’, the rider drawled lazily, ogling you. ‘’The rifle went out. Didn’t mean to scare y’all.’’

He wasn’t sorry at all, judging by his relentless shit-eating grin.

‘’I can take that to the sheriff’s office’’, your dad pointed out. ‘’You’re not supposed to shoot people, goddamn you’’.

‘’It was an accident’’, he murmured in a rough, smooth voice. ‘’Who is she?’’

‘’I’m his daughter’’, you said, despite the warning look from your father. You were trying to find any energy to talk through fear, something about Shane was…concerning.

‘’You haven’t mentioned you had one’’, Shane turned his sharp dark gaze to your dad. You should be offended, really. You should. But the words stuck down your throat, and you were worried that any sound coming off your mouth would be like doe’s bleating. ‘’Nice to meet you here, girl’’.

‘’We would say likewise, if you haven’t used that rifle’’, your dad gathered some peace of mind after the accident, his eyes warmed up towards the hunter. ‘’What the hell are you doing here?’’

‘’Checkin’ trails, was followin’ a buck’’, he drawled gruffly, his eyes never left you. ‘’Maybe he has rabies. Rifle went off, old shit keeps gettin’ stuck. Where are you two heading?’’

‘’Just…riding’’, you said, feeling like a prey under his eyes. ‘’I’m on vacation here, visiting’’.

He smiled, like he won a lottery. A crooked, wary smile. A valuable piece of information, courtesy of you.

‘’Ain’t that sweet’’, he murmured. ‘’Family reunion. Can I crush your party and join?’’

‘’Sure, Shane’’, your dad tensed visibly, his eyes not leaving the ranger's frame for a second. Then he looked at you, ‘’that’s a friend I told you about.’’

‘’Oh!’’, you chirped, memories coming back after being startled. ‘’An ex-army! Hi.’’

‘’Hi’’, Shane’s smile was downright disgusting, but maybe that’s how he is. Dad said some rangers go nuts in the woods, maybe he’s just…Not used to contact with people a lot. If only you knew more.

‘’I was showing her the lake’’, your dad said after giving up. Now, after Shane was dead locked on his new target, no way he would just stride into the woods.

‘’That lake is no fun for a city girl’’, Shane hummed, tilting his head. ‘’I know better places.’’

’’Of course you do’’, your father sighed, rubbing the back of his head. ‘’He knows everything about these places. Every route, every trail, every tree’’

‘’That’s nice’’, you offered a polite smile. ‘’Will you be our guide?’’

‘’Happy to oblige’’, Shane smirked. ‘’Can even show how to use that bad boy, if you ask nicely’’.

He caressed his rifle lovingly. Even that gesture made your stomach drop to your ass, but you dismissed that.

‘’Sure’’.

‘’She just met you, be a gentleman’’, your dad hissed, hauling his horse towards Shane’s direction.

‘’I’m always a gentleman’’, the ranger said, winking at you. ‘’Just wait and see how gentleman’y I can be, if the circumstances are right’’.

‘’Don’t’’, your dad said with warning, they exchanged glances. You had no idea what the silent agreement was about, like you missed a juicy piece of their shared story. Probably that was true. But Shane jerked his shoulders, averting his gaze from you. ‘’Come on, I need to show you a place before nightfall. Woods aren’t pleasant if you wander past midnight.’’

You breathed out after he turned your back to you, riding his mare. You were equally mortified and intrigued by Shane. Like a mystery wrapped in a man’s clothes. Something primal was lurking underneath his eyes. Your dad knew more than you, that’s for sure.

But after that? Things went smoothly. Shane was occasionally talking about these places, naming the trails and where they are leading to. He wasn’t looking at you, focused on the road like a perfect tour guide.

He was even cracking jokes, and you completely waved the first introduction senses to the fear. Yes, his rifle probably went off, it happens. With a closed look, Shane was pretty calm. Not the soul of the friend company, but collected, polite. Your dad visibly relaxed too, laughing at something Shane said.

‘’Why aren’t you a tour guide for real?’’ you giggled, looking at his back. Shane mildly turned around, giving you a warm smile.

‘’They don’t pay me enough to drag poor bastards out of the bear's claws. Besides, I like it that way.’’

‘’Living in the woods?’’ you teased him, not noticing how a tone darker his eyes went.

‘’Yeah’’, he drawled, voice as smooth as a cheetah's purrs. ‘’Real comfy. I shoulda show you how it works, when you camp in the middle of nowhere’’.

You laughed, soft and clear as the mountain’s stream.

‘’No, thanks for the offer tho. I don’t think I can survive without a shower.’’

Your dad snickered too, he was too familiar with patrols in the heat of the summer or dead in the winter, when you’re knee deep in the snow.

‘’It's nature, sweetheart’’, Shane said, a glimmer in his eyes betraying his fun. ‘’Not a 5 star hotel’’.

Weirdly, his lazy tone and sweet names started to get to you, making you look at him longer, and as a hunter, he knew when he was being watched. Though, he paid no attention to it, stopped giving you lazy grins and winks altogether, knowing your dad was watching his six too.

‘’What made you join your old man, instead of…I don’t even know’’, he asked with interest. ‘’What do you kids do? Pool parties, bars? Ah, right, clubs’’.

‘’I don’t go there’’, you replied with a huff and eye roll, which Shane definitely approved. ‘’And not a kid.’’

He eye-sided you, voice dropping just an octave so your dad would miss that. ‘’My bad. You’re definitely not a kid’’.

You look at his face, his crow’s feet, going like sun beams from his eyes, but the smug grin hasn’t changed. He knows you’re looking and he knows you like what you’re seeing. He wasn’t born yesterday for sure, even more? He seemed to be enabling you, holding your occasional gazes.

‘’So what is it then?’’ he murmured. ‘’Reconnecting with your pops? Nature?’’

‘’Both’’, you laughed softly, shaking your head. ‘’I guess I got tired from summer’s heat. Instead of being locked in a condo all summer, I thought I could see what this place is about’’.

‘’Enjoy your stay’’, Shane licked his lips. ‘’This place gets better the longer you look at it’’.

Despite his lazy tone, you felt shivers down your spine, like a bucket of cold water was splashed on your neck.

‘’These city kids don’t even want to go here anymore’’, your dad complained loudly. ‘’Not fun for them to stare at the forest and the mountains’’.

‘’Maybe that’s for the best’’, Shane chuckled roughly. ‘’I am not haulin’ another kid’s ipad from the river. City kids tend to wander off…’’

He looked at you, as if trying to ask ‘’you too, huh?’’.

‘’I think you’re just two old mean bastards’’, you giggled, caressing your horse’s neck.

‘’I’m not old’’, Shane said immediately, defensive.

‘’And I’m not mean’’, your dad said with a loud barking laugh. ‘’You’re cruel to us, dear’’.

‘’So very cruel’’, Shane confirmed, his gaze traveled down your legs when you three matched in line on a broader part of the trail. ‘’So mean’’.

‘’Hey, now that's manipulation’’, you snickered softly. ‘’I’m not, you’re complaining about city’s kids as if you both would happily to be their tour guides.’’

Shane slightly leaned to your side.

‘’Don’t worry, consider me booked, sweetheart’’.

You felt the same shiver down your neck from the side where he leaned a bit closer, knowing he’s looking at you shamelessly. Like a hungry wolf, noticing a weakening spot in your armor.

‘’Anyway, I’m too fed up with their antics’’, he continued like nothing happened, riding forward. ‘’I’m not a fucking entertainer. And they all want to be entertained. Taken care of.’’

You had a weird feeling like he was talking about you, without making it obvious.

‘’You’re just a snob and an ass’’, your dad remarked with a smile. ‘’That’s why they never ask you to be a tour guide’’.

‘’Thank fuck’’, Shane spat, something changed about his demeanor, but easily dissolved, like a fish in the dark waters. ‘’I’m good at being a deer hunter, it makes it fun’’.

‘’You enjoy your job?’’ you asked with interest.

‘’Yeah, babygirl’’, he said teasingly, savoring each word. ‘’Nothin’ is just as close to fun as that’’.

‘’Shane’’, your father said calmly, but pointedly so. Shane shrugged, like a dog on a leash, forcing his lips from a grin to a small smile. He didn’t mind being bossed around, you noticed. Maybe he respected your old man, maybe some unspoken male solidarity bullshit, but he immediately dropped his act.

‘’We’re close to the river, now be careful. Not just humans wander here, animals come hunting too. And you don’t want to meet a bear when he’s fishing’’.

Shane easily knew every path, every detour. You just followed him and now you were standing at the river bank, looking at the glass-sharp water which traveled down with roaring speed. Shane smirked.

‘’Wanna go for a swim?”

You looked absolutely terrified, ‘’no, I think not’’.

‘’Smart girl’’, he drawled, his voice barely audible from the noises of water splashing over the rocks. Heat had no reign here; cold, clear water brought breeze and moisture to your dry skin. You paused and took a whiff, feeling relief.

‘’My ass needs a break’’, you grumbled, jumping from your saddle with grunts and whines, trying to stretch your lower back. ‘’Oh—‘’

‘’Horses can do that to you’’, your father laughed, a low, funny noise. ‘’You should practice more’’.

Shane jumped off his horse more gracefully, which came with practice over the years of being a ranger. Mostly he preferred his ATV, but sometimes? Yeah, horses.

‘’Ridin’ is never a bad idea’’, he said, almost as if not implying. You couldn’t get used to this cocky asshole flirting with you openly all the way to the river, but his words haven’t made you annoyed. No, not at all. To your surprise. ‘’It’s all about the balance and how you hold yourself’’.

Your dad went closer to the river to see if he could notice fish.

‘’I can teach you’’, Shane murmured, stretching his arms near you. On foot he was so much taller than you originally imagined, looming over you like a dark shadow. He didn’t have a smell of wood or something earthy, no, he reeked of sweat and that didn’t make you take a step away. He bared his teeth in a smile. ‘’Or you’re scared of big bad men?’’

‘’No,’’ you retorted. ‘’Just dislike men who think they can get whatever they want’’.

Shane took that as a challenge, clearly, because his grin was getting only wider, a bit crooked. He looked at you like a wolf staring at a lamb, an animal of a different kind. But a dog is still a dog.

‘’Relax, I’m just messin’ with you’’, he nudged your side lightly with his sharp elbow, laughing. ‘’Don’t wanna upset your pops, sugar’’.

‘’I’m not his property for you to worry about him more than you need to worry about what I want’’, you grumbled. Men usually took that as bait, getting angry and defensive. But Shane? He laughed under his breath, more of a huff.

‘’Smart girl’’, he managed. ‘’So what? Wanna ride like a pro, or get your ass beaten red by saddle?’’

You rolled your eyes. A hint as old as time, offering his help to get you alone. Two could play this game, and you considered yourself a decent player.

‘’Prolly said to you more words than to anyone in the past month’’, Shane said, his smile vanishing, frown appearing. He seemed older when he frowned, when his face wasn’t brightened by a crooked cocky grin.

‘’I’ll take that as a compliment’’, you replied calmly, watching him fix his saddle and straps on his old pants.

‘’You should’’, he nodded seriously.

He was still very much of an asshole. You still very much wanted to knock him down a peg for funsies, but he was aware of your every move before you did it. It was fun and at the same time it made your skin crawl.

‘’How do I know that bullet wasn’t intentional?’’ you asked, pretending to look at the river where your dad was crouching.

‘’You don’t’’, Shane was suddenly behind you, voice low. ‘’But if it was? You wouldn’t be standin’ here. I don’t miss’’.

You swallowed. Shane moved past you to the river, that heavy, languid walk.

However, you three couldn’t stay there long. The day was slowly, but surely leaning towards the sunset, when all the light got eaten by Half Dome. Your horse was tired and moody, tapping its leg like an upset toddler. Shane took the reins, looking into its eyes.

‘’Come on, baby, don’t be mad’’, he was far more gentle with animals when they served some purpose. Then he turned to you. ‘’Guessin’ you won’t be riding that one, unless you want to kiss a grovel’’.

‘’Great’’, you sighed. Walking all the way to the village? Sounded like a nightmare fuel. Shane jumped easily on his saddle, his muscular body moving, like a cheetah. He padded on his saddle, giving you a full-on grin. ‘’Come on, girl’’.

‘’Hell no’’, your dad intervened, but more than riding back with Shane you hated the idea that he held you accountable for what you boldly said with your loose tongue. That you’re not daddy’s property. Shane expectantly cocked an eyebrow, as if saying ‘’so?’’.

You sighed louder, furious to be caught on your own words, like a liar, and took his rough hand to jump on his horse. Shane immediately wrapped one hand over your hip, steading you.

‘’Sorry, pops’’, Shane drawled shamelessly. ‘’I promised that one a lesson in ridin’. You barely hold your own horse, besides, someone has to drag that one’’. He gave an explicit look at your own moody horse, which offendedly glared at you, like a traitor.

You huffed, finding your dad’s firm look, like he was ready to fight Shane if you were uncomfortable, but you waved. ‘’It’s fine. Better than on foot’’.

‘’Good girl’’, Shane whispered behind you, sending shivers down your spine. His hand reluctantly moved from your hip, leaving a warmed up spot cold in the wind. ‘’Take the reins’’.

You swore under your breath, taking leading strings. The horse made a dissatisfied noise, noticing that it wasn’t its owner.

‘’Goo-o-od horse’’, you murmured, making her turn around to the woods.

‘’Easy, girl’’, Shane’s warm breath hit your right ear. ‘’You’re pullin’ too much, she ain’t a hothead. Lightly, there. That’s it’’.

You were feeling like you were in hell already and that was your punishment. Each word from his mouth — pure venom. Looking decent for your oblivious dad, but it was so much not about teaching you how to ride properly.

‘’You’re too tense’’, he huffed, his massive arm wrapped around your torso, like wire. ‘’Relax your arse. You’re overworkin’ your pelvic floor, gonna be sore’’.

You forced a smile at your dad, who was hauling your horse in front of you, looking over his shoulder to make sure you’re okay.

‘’That’s it’’, he rumbled over your ear. You could feel him and smell him, a wall of tense muscles behind your back. Each step of a horse resulted in his thighs grinding into you. Oh, he was having a blast today. ‘’Stay relaxed for me. Good job’’.

You were convinced that he’s doing it all on purpose to get a rise from you, so you stayed quiet. Which was hard, because he breathed, chucked, and moved behind you. You were wondering if your pants could hold the amount of slick you were producing because of what he was doing. Hell, maybe he was aware. Maybe he wanted it that way, to hold your mind captive.

‘’Horse is listening to you, always,’’ Shane murmured, bucking his hips forward just for fun, not able to see how hard you bit your lip. ‘’See? That one is a good one. She loves to ride.’’

You couldn’t even tell him to shut the fuck up, because your dad would immediately come to your rescue. But just this time, perhaps you didn’t want to be saved. Shane has found a perfect loophole to tease you mercilessly. You leaned back for leverage (yeaaah), feeling his firm torso, holding you. He smiled.

‘’Tired, babygirl?’’ he drawled, clicking his tongue.

‘’Zip it’’, you managed to say quietly through gritted teeth, so your dad wouldn’t hear.

‘’Nah’’, he muttered, his breath even hotter in the dying of the daylight. ‘’I think you like the way I am’’.

You ignored that sentence completely, because all you needed is to smack him so hard, he would go flying from the saddle.

‘’Your pops is a guardin’ one’’, he continued quietly. ‘’Watchin’ over you like a hawk. He would shoot without thinkin’ twice.’’

‘’Him not the only one.’’

‘’I’m wounded’’, he huffed into your hair. ‘’I thought you’re enjoyin’ this ride’’.

You couldn’t just tell him how much. Your panties were completely drenched, making the saddle uncomfortable even more so due to wetness. You shivered with your whole body, he smiled.

‘’Cold?’’

You lied, ‘’a bit’’.

Shane sighed, removing his hands from the saddle and reins completely, fumbling behind. You felt him move with your back and your ass, growing more and more annoyed. You were tired, exhausted, hungry and completely soaked, so yeah. ‘’What are you doing back there?’’

Instead of response, a heavy weight dropped on your shoulders. His ranger jacket, smelling like dirt and sweat.

‘’The weather can be decievin’’’, he said. ‘’One hour it’s boiling hot, but in the evening? On sweat and tense back from ridin’, you won’t be able to move tomorrow.’’

You paused, thinking.

‘’Thank you’’.

He chuckled behind you, ‘’always, sweetheart’’.

Though, his politeness hasn’t lasted much longer. His hand sneaked below the jacket, finding its way to your belly.

‘’Shane’’, you hissed quietly, catching a moment when your dad got distracted by the wiggling trail.

‘’What?’’ he breathed, pressing closer. ‘’So mean, jeez.’’

His fingers sneaked underneath your shirt, making you inhale sharply.

‘’Not a peep’’, he said lazily, cocky. ‘’Or you’re walkin’ home’’.

You bit back all the curses you had in mind for him. Now you could get a clear picture why your dad was so against you two meeting each other. Shane was a fucking disgusting human being, more of a freaked out, pent-up ex military with zero manners and grace. He didn’t care when, didn’t care how, but he loved the thrill of this.

‘’Fuck’’, he huffed, getting off on your restrained unpleased sounds, his fingers brushing over the hem of your cargo pants. To his non-existent honor, he wasn’t trying to unzip them yet, nor crook his fingers inside the line. ‘’Yer skin is soft as a fucking peach, baby’’.

You rolled your eyes, managing to lead the horse.

Shane laughed, low and pleased.

‘’What? Don’t like my compliments?’’

‘’I’m not a fucking fruit’’, you grumbled, getting more annoyed. Yet, you haven’t pushed his hand off.

‘’And I bet you are. You know why?’’ he whispered right into your ear. ‘’I think you taste fucking sweet like honey when you cum’’.

You gasped, forgetting where you are and with who.

Your dad turned around. ‘’You two are okay?’’

You hissed and cursed quietly, giving him a reassuring smile. ‘’Yeah, just hit a rock’’.

Shane laughed loudly, his chest was shaking with the force of it.

‘’Hang on, we’re near the village, dear’’, your dad gave you an apologetic look, as if saying sorry for the horse and his fucking friend at the same time. You were wondering what your dad even found in Shane, that he put him so highly in the rank of people he liked in the Yosemite staff crew.

‘’Too bad’’, Shane groaned into your ear tiredly, yet satisfied. ‘’Guess we had enough adventures for today, huh?’’

When you got inside the territory, he helped you get off the horse with a practiced ease, his steady hand holding yours with warmth and strength. He looked at you from up down, nodding.

‘’Been a pleasure get to know such a nice young lady.’’ Shane nodded to your dad too, striding off. First his horse walked, then he hurried her and disappeared back into the woods.

Your dad looked at you apologetically again, holding the reins from both horses. ‘’He’s not a good guy, dear. I didn’t want this day to be like that’’.

You snorted, trying not to pour your frustration to your poor old pa.

‘’Yeah, he’s a rare prick. But knows his way around. I need a shower’’.

‘’You go inside’’, your dad placed his hand gently on your shoulder, patting. Then he looked over at you. ‘’He gave you his jacket?’’

You looked at your shoulders, biting back a heavy swear word. ‘’Yeah, I got cold’’.

Your eyes followed the woods, where Shane had vanished.

‘’Guess I need to return it’’.

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[mrsmaxwelllord]

⤷ ✶ Shane Maguire follows you to your room while the party continues downstairs ✶

Warnings: Shane is dad's best friend! Smoking. Explicit Sexual Language. Unprotected sex. Risky sex. Exactly one use of "daddy" (I really tried not to y'all! but he's so yummy). Breeding kink and cockwarming if you squint. Shane is a menace. Word count: 1.4k A/N: As usual, English is not my native language, so please let me know if you find any grammar or spelling mistake. Hope you enjoy!

If you could, you'd have already screamed at Shane Maguire. Alas, there was too many people in the damn party your father decided to throw last minute.

It is early June and the wind blowing through your childhood bedroom is cold, enough to push you to wear the ugly but warm cardigan you found somewhere in the house.

The crack on the floor behind the closed door makes you turn around like a deer in the headlights, but you quickly remember you no longer are the teenager who used to smoke in secret. If your parents didn't like a smoker in the house you'd gladly stay the rest of the holiday on a hotel somewhere else.

The cigarette burns your fingertips, as if it's on your parents side, and you hiss. You throw the butts in the ashtray.

"I thought I'd find you here," murmurs the voice you least wanted to hear.

"Don't act like this is normal, Maguire." The deep breath do little to calm you. "In fact, if you could just leave my room, that'd be great."

"So you don't mind if I stay in the house?"

The malice in his tone isn't lost to you, it is ignored. You don't dare face him either, that is, until the door banged so loudly you chastise him.

"Sorry, angel. Don't you want your father to know I'm here?"

"You know damn well why that is. Don't play coy now."

Shane is so close now the smell of him infects everything, stronger than the nicotine. The glint coloring his eyes is not unfamiliar to you, but it's a danger you can't afford to get trapped by.

The things left unsaid burn more than the actual words could. The windowsill hits hard against your back when you step back. The ashtray makes a loud thud when it finds the lawn all the way down — you jump.

"Fuck."

"It's okay, angel." His arms surround you, feeling the texture of the ugly cardigan on your hip and back. "Your parents already moved to the front porch."

Fighting him previously proved to be useless, so you do the next dumb thing. Shane smiles when your hands find his nape.

"What are you doing here, Shane?" You yank his hair, pulling him close. "We had an agreement — not to make our life miserable. You're not supposed to come to my house!"

"Ow! Keep your claws away!" He grab your wrists in his hands and you fight him despite yourself. It is too attempting.

"Let go of me first!"

"No!" he hiss into your mouth. The hold he has in you is steady, you fighting did nothing but bring you closer. "I didn't come to your house. I haven't been there since last spring, as you may remember. I'm at my friend's."

"You know what I meant."

"Will you stop it? I'll let go"

"You've proven you can't let go of me."

He groans and you feel the humming deep in his chest, but let go.

"Dammit."

"Shane," you try to reason. "Please. This is futile. You know we can't."

And yet…, he thought, noticing you failed to step away from him. Your warmth still burns his skin.

"You're right," he allows, for your sake. "I can't keep away from you. I don't want to. And the agreement was to keep away to not make us suffer."

In the end, it was you whom broke the distance and kissed him.

But it was him who pulled you closer still to him. Him who deepened the kiss. Him who lifted your skirt all the way up.

"Shane. C'mon," you push his chest, turn your face. But there's no real fight in your tone and he catches it.

"Don't worry," he smile between kisses in your cheek and neck. "Let me take care of you."

He pushes you up into the windowsill and you gasp. The fucker uses the opportunity to kiss you again, working his tongue on your open mouth. You're way too docile when he have his lips on you — at the back of your mind you make note to at least try to resist his ministrations the next time. Then he buries his hand on your hair and yank it — his revenge, you know — and you're putty on his hand.

He lower his kisses to your neck.

The thought of someone leaving the kitchen to walk the garden makes you shiver for all the wrong reasons and you beg Shane to hurry. But in truth you trust him not to expose you like this, he knows you are in a tight spot professionally and the party is but a ploy to launch your entry into a firm. There is important people present, your future defends on it.

All the more reasons this excites you.

The whine around his name that leaves your mouth is entirely involuntary when he squeezes your ass and thrust hard against your center.

"God, angel. I bet you're soaked," he whispers in your neck. He bite down hard, then kisses lazily in apology. "You weren't this needy the first time. Did you miss me?"

Your back arches. If you opened your eyes, you'd see your favorite constellation above you. You were too entertained with the feeling of his dexterous fingers against your pantyhose to care for anything else.

You almost lose the cue to answer him.

"Will you just fuck me already?" you squeeze him tighter, pressing your face on his chest. "You know we don't have much time."

"Oh, still bratty. That I remember."

You chuckle.

"You're right, though." He rips a hole in your pantyhose. "No time to play."

You help him out of his jeans, the belts clinking a lovely sound.

"You'll have to be quiet. Can you manage?"

"Yes," you whine. "Please, Shane. Just… hurry."

"As you wish, pretty girl. Take a deep breath."

Then he is inside you, all of his glorious length in one thrust — you are wet enough to make it go in smoothly.

The first moan was inevitable, you could only hope the following is muffled by his thick sweater.

If you had feared falling down before, it is in the past now. The grip Shane has on your back and nape is unmovable and he pulls you closer at each thrust of his hip. You cling unto his neck for life and moan with abandon. He too lets out groans of pleasure, but is ultimately better at keeping it down.

The party is still going downstairs but you can't help it. It had been too long since you last saw him. He smells the same as before, bark and musk and something entirely him — it leaves you inebriated. The wide of him fills you perfectly, the stretch makes you all the more wetter and eager. And he haven't shut up, whispering such filthy in that raspy tone you adored.

Then he pushes you against the wall, his dick somehow managing to go deeper than before. You have to bite your lip to hold the obscene moan threatening to fall off.

"Shane," you beg. Your leg work as a lock on his back, keep you secure in place. "Shane."

"I know, angel. I know. I'm close too."

He hips pistons unto you, reaching that special spot with accuracy, the noise maddening.

"Where do you want me?"

"Inside."

Shane groans at that. Its not like you have time to clean up after. And you want to keep him inside for longer.

Just the thought of it — of going back to the guests with the remains of him in you, smelling of his perfume — do the trick. You look up, chasing his lips, and ride the feeling the best you can, humping him as much as the thigh grip on your hips allow. The pantyhose is drenched in your fluids, Shane's cock fucks into you slower than before, erratically.

Soon enough, Shane is kissing and biting and moaning in union with you. His cock is so deep inside you. Having his arms around you gives a feeling of comfort and security.

You don't want to let go. You swallow it all.

"You're squeezing me so hard, angel"

"Daddy."

"Oh, baby, I know." He don't let go of you right away; instead, he allows you to have your moment and keep his dick inside of you. He kisses you cheek, petting your disheveled hair. "How do you feel now?"

"Better," you clear your throat. "Thank you, Shane."

"Don't thank me yet, angel." He uncross your legs and set you down. Legs wobbly.

"What do you mean?" You lean on him for support. Still vulnerable. Still pliable.

"I love you, angel. I'm not letting anyone take you away from me."

"I love you too, Shane," you smile, hugging his frame.

With his face buried in your hair, he takes a deep breath of you. Hugs you closer.

"Your parents saw us from the garden."

A/N: Before you ask, yes, I really meant to say it was cold in June. I imagine most readers are from the Northern Hemisphere (considering this fic is written in english)and it's spring for you guys, but here in the Southern Hemisphere it's autumn and it's cold. I know that Shane lives in the United States and all that, but since it's fiction (and such a small detail) I took this liberty. It's really not that big of a deal, probably no one took notice, but I wanted to clarify.

Likes and reblogs are always welcome! Let me know if you liked it!

[ladybvllseye]

this movie is not good but he looked so pretty as riley 🥹

[clickclickdomino]

“… and the Greek goddess of the hunt was a virgin… a…”

And Shane cuts off your speech right there and then while feeling just so smart. You’re sitting by some campfire and drinking beer with your tracking group talking about this and that and it comes to this. He goes on:

“Fucking bullshit! Hunter goddess being a virgin?! Hunters love to fuck!” He laughs and takes a swing from his bottle having that twinkle in his eye never taking his eyes off of you.

[magicmaekar]

18+ MDNI

tags; fem!reader,dubcon (?),shane is endeared by you so obviously he has to be mean & gross

Shane Maguire who calls you bambi,his little bambi.

He doesn’t even like nicknames,terms of endearment and pet names roll off his tongue like flint over sandpaper yet for some reason the name just…sticks. It starts off as a dig,like most things do with shane,an insult on your coordination as you try to brave the hike up to his camp. It’s actually impressive how clumsy you are,catching the steel toe tips of your boots on practically every loose rock. He tries to warn you,shows you where to step as you veer off the trail and into thicker brush, even holds onto your wrist to steady you (perhaps a little too tight) but you still seem unwavering about your choice to be the most inept hiker he’s ever met. You apologise to him when you catch him chewing the inside of his cheek,jaw tense as he waits for you to catch up to him,telling him your not really used to the outdoors.Your knees are busted up from your falls,grazed a bright red with small scabs already starting to form yet he pays them no mind.He wants to curse at you, take off and leave you there,but the way you look up at him as you kneel down to tie your shoelaces all soft eyed and pouty and somehow still unstable on your feet,he just has to laugh. His laugh travels up to the sky,nasty and condescending and past the canopy of trees,loud enough to send a family of birds fleeing from their nests. He reaches down to pat your head,hard enough to knock you off balance,and makes a throw away comment to no one in particular about his “stupid little Bambi”

The name suits you he thinks as he watches you try to undress,trying your hardest to be sexy as you shimmy out of your shorts. Your hands have been working on your belt and buttons for longer than necessary,fumbling over the clasp as you try to find your footing on the uneven patch of pine needles you stood on. He should be pissed off,how you turned an hour hike into a two hour ordeal,how you couldn’t even strip down without looking like you had vertigo but it was…. oddly endearing. The way your bottom lip juts out and the way your legs wobble as you finally step out of your khaki shorts,he hates to say it but it’s cute. He lifts himself off the rock he was perched on and closes the gap between you with only a few strides,hands already finding their way to the hem of your shirt. “Here let me” he smirks “seems like my Bambi can’t do anything for herself”

He really drags it out,says he’s got to make it worth the effort of practically carrying you the whole way up here. He gropes and grinds himself all over your body,dragging his clothed cock across the curve of your ass as his fingers pinch and pull at your nipples till you’re biting your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood. He dips his fingers between your legs,holding you by your hair to keep you steady while he spreads your folds with his digits,making you apologise for all the hassle you caused him before plunging three fingers into your drooling cunt. He uses his belt to tie your hands together like he does with a doe,berating you for being so stupid,pointer finger digging into your temple asking if you have anything in that head of yours. He bends your naked body over a rock ledge and ignores your little quips about the jagged stones digging into your arms no matter how much you whine about the pain. “Gonna be a big girl Bambi” he laughs at you as he kicks your legs apart and unbuttons his pants,slipping his rock hard cock out and rubbing himself through your folds “came up here for a reason didn’t you?”.

[yearningforsolitude]

Middle of Nowhere

shane maguire x f!reader

warnings — mdni. pure smut. literally no plot at all, just smut. light choking, ass slapping, unprotected p in v, creampie. no use of y/n. reader is referred to as girl a couple times. slight possessiveness but they’re not really in a relationship. not a whole lot of dialogue on the readers end. quickly proofread as always! let me know if i’m missing anything!

word count — 1k

a/n — hey… how y’all doin. i PROMISE i am working on the requests sitting in my inbox but i NEEDED to get this out of my system. i don’t know if anyone will even read this honestly i just needed to get it out after finishing untamed. wilson’s characters are infecting my brain guys it’s so bad 😔 anyway, here is some mid smut hehe

feedback is always appreciated <3

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The sticky feeling, salty smell of sweat is encapsulated in the two person tent that Shane had set up earlier in the day after moving his campsite. The dying campfire outside provided just enough light inside the tent to see what you were doing so that the two of you weren’t fumbling through your movements.

He currently has you face down on your knees, taking you from behind. The sound of skin slapping as the snap of his hips makes contact with the back of your thighs fills the tent, along with your breathy whines. You’re glad that you’re far enough away into the park where no other campers are tonight.

One of his hands is gripping you by your hips, pulling you back to meet the brutal snap of his hips while the other is squeezing at the globes of your ass greedily, hungrily. “Look so good taking my dick like this. Doing so well, you know that?” He questions, voice gravely as he sharply swats at the fatty tissue with his large hand, the sound ringing through the tent and your ears.

A quick yelp makes its way past your lips and all you can do is nod your head to answer him—but it isn’t a good enough response for him. His hips abruptly stop their movement and you whine, pushing yourself back against him to urge him to keep going.

He grips your hips firmly with his hands, pausing you from any movement. “Aht, aht,” he scolds you in disapproval, “Asked you a question, girl.” He says, voice low.

“Yes. Yes. Look so good, taking you so well. Please—please, Shane, keep going.” You manage to get out in between breaths, still trying to push your hips back against him, but the grip of his hands on your hips is too strong for you to fight against.

“There we go,” a patronizing laugh falls from his lips, then a deep, rough stroke—hard enough to push your face further into the sleeping bag that the two of you were positioned on. “Knew you had it in you.” The words themselves are words of praise, but they sound mean, condescending coming from him.

He stays positioned inside of you, but you feel him readjusting. “Up.” He says, and you know it’s a command and not an option, so you follow it, pushing yourself up so that your hands are supporting your weight. He snakes his arm underneath your body, then up around you so that it’s crossed over top of your chest. He pulls your body back against his and he’s now sitting back against his feet, holding you against him.

You slump back against him, your back now pressed against his chest. He uses one hand to grip at your hip, hard enough that you know there will be a bruise there tomorrow. Your head lulls to the side and you feel him swipe his tongue against your jaw, nipping at the bone with his teeth.

He takes his other hand and wraps it around your neck, squeezing it gently on the sides to add pressure, then he finally begins to move again. He continues with his brutal pace, the new angle causing the head of his dick to press against the most sensitive parts of your walls.

You feel his hot breath against your neck as he fucks himself up into you now. He snakes his hand down from your hip to between your legs, using his fingers to rub circles against your clit.

“Gonna make you come, yeah?” He breathes out, his hips jerking up into you faster. “Then I’m gonna come inside you. Fill you so full of me.” The circles he’s pressing against your clit are becoming faster, quick whines and pants are falling from your mouth as you feel the familiar knot start to form in your stomach. You’re close and he knows it. “Come on, girl. Come for me, come all over my dick.” He tells you, placing wet kisses against your jawline.

His verbal coaxing mixed with the deep drags of his dick against your tight walls are enough to push you over the edge. You’re grasping at his hand that’s placed on your throat as your body melts further against him, against his touches, and you’re letting out breathy moans of his name as the waves of your orgasm crashes into you.

He’s fucking you through it, still rubbing circles against your clit. “Atta girl, that’s my girl.” His words of praise are sweeter now, but the snap of his hips is still mean—unrelenting. You’re starting to become over sensitive, too fucked out to respond and tears are falling freely from your eyes.

You’re clenching around him through the aftershocks of your orgasm, and it’s enough to pull his own from him. “Fuck, she’s clenching me,” his voice is raw and you feel his grip around your neck tighten again as hot spurts paint your walls full of him. “So full of me. You’re mine.” He says finally, possessively. His movements are stilling, but he holds you close to him, still inside you.

He stays that way for a moment, both of your chests are heaving as you try to regain some air. His grip on your neck loosens before he gently places you back down against the sleeping bag on your stomach, pulling out of you in the process. You feel empty without him inside of you now.

He sits back against his feet again, reaching over for a wet rag that he had placed inside the tent earlier that night. He runs it down both of your arms, then your legs, doing his best to wipe the sweat away. “Doin’ okay?” He mutters, looking towards your face as your eyes are closed.

“Mhm.” You respond, nodding your head weakly. He chuckles, using the rag to now wipe the sticky sweat from his own body before tossing it to the side of the tent.

“Still want to go out with me in the morning? Another report of sick deer that I gotta check into.” He asks, situating himself now so that he’s lying on the second sleeping bag that’s beside you.

He watches as you nod in response, a small sound of agreement escaping you. He leans over and places a quick kiss against your hairline—as much softness as he ever gives you, then turns back over to fall asleep.

[yosethel]

tw: dubcon, step-dad

mean step-daddy shane maguire finding out you have a new boyfriend and already… things between you and your boyfriend aren’t going well.

he knows he’s not satisfying you. and he knows he should mind his business—but also? he doesn’t care one bit.

you were standing from your chair after doing some assignment when you feel hands on your back push your torso flat against the desk. “w-what the—“ a hand comes to hold your mouth closed.

shane?

“gotta boyfriend now huh?” you feel his free hand work down your back as he tugs your pants down, “bet he’d never do somethin’ like this… somethin’ I know you whine about at night,” you gasp his name against his his palm.

“hush sweetheart, gonna show ya what he should be doin’ to a pretty thing like you,” his free hand works his belt with ease, the clank of the metal from his belt shuffling down to his knees.

“yer mama’s home so you better be quiet, yeah baby? can ya do that? bet you can’t you little slut,” you whimper when you feel his length prod at your entrance before sinking in, earning a loud moan from your lips.

“fuckin’ knew it,” he lays a firm smack on your ass, earning a broken moan against his hand. “daddy wants to use this pussy baby, yer gonna let me, yeah? fuck… your soaked,” all you can do is stay bent over the desk and whine against his calloused hand.

“bet he hasn’t made you cum, has he? no he hasn’t, can fuckin’ tell. you been needin’ this huh?” his hand works between your legs, sloppily rubbing over your bud. your knees begin to buckle against him.

“already? ya been needin’ to get fucked this bad, shoulda came to me sooner, girl,” you moan against his hand, thighs shaking as your orgasm hits you embarrassingly quick. a dark chuckle escapes his throat as his thrusts deepen.

“gonna cum in this pretty little pussy. gonna let your daddy cum inside you? yeah you will, squeezin’ me—fuckin’ want this,” your legs continue to shake as he fucks you into your desk. he brings his other hand to your mouth, using your face as a brace as he fucks you harder.

“fillin’ you up… fuck…” he grunts as he spills into your pussy. He pulls his hands away, one fist in your hair as he pulls your face up.

“good, yeah? yeah… your fucked dumb,” he says breathlessly. he pulls out, buckling himself in like nothing ever happened. you adjust yourself—more so falling into your chair, pants halfway down your thighs.

“break up with that fuckin’ tool,” he says, then leaving your room.

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not proofread, i have to be up for work in five hours oooooops

[dovemaguire]

…need to be stalked by him in the woods and i need him to fuck me real hard when he finds me tbh and i need to be marked up by him so much that when im back in town people are wondering if i got attacked by a bear..

[yunyuu]

[duchess0fmalfi]

shane maguire learning to take care of (fuck) his bambi

a/n: back at it with shane and his girl :) i added a few dex tags again to find wilson bethel's princesses

part one

shane had taken to thinking of you as his bambi. he never referred to you as such, of course; it sounded too much like a pet name (which it very much was).

it was in the way your eyes always seemed to have a slight sheen on them, regardless what emotions they were projecting. it was in the way your legs sometimes quivered—like the day he first saw you, the nights you spent drinking with him.

after you had inadvertently sparked his arousal with your gratitude, the grass and splinters beneath the tent carved indents into your back—he held you down so hard it felt redundant; he knew that you wouldn't fall through the earth, so he weaponised his strength to find the angle that'd help him find the spot in you that makes you scream.

indeed, you did.

it surprised you, but he eased you into hit. you had expected a man rough around the edges like him to spend the time with you relentlessly driving his hips against yours as if he was trying to shatter your pelvis. whilst the sex was by no means gentle, he rolled his hips against yours, nudging just a couple inches of his shaft into your pussy. he forced his thumb between your lips and watched you accept it, swirling your tongue around the digit without even being told to.

"that's it, attagirl." he rewarded your initiative by letting his fat tip slid against your velvet walls and finding the spongey part in you. when he did you let slip an embarrassingly needy whine around his thumb. "shane--"

he smiled as he fed your pussy a few more inches before bottoming out and staying there for a while, revelling in the ridiculously warm moisture he found in you. "i know, baby," he cooed, completely unempathetic as he extracted his spit-covered thumb from your mouth, snaked his hand between your bodies, and pressed his thumb to your clit. he began to move his hips again, slower this time, as he lightly circled your bud. "that feel good? i'm takin' good care of you?"

it almost seemed like a rhetorical question. the way your eyebrows contorted and your eyes got that glaze in them ten times more than usual. the involuntary clenches around his cock and the minuscule jerks of your hips chasing friction. regardless, you nodded as you gazed up at him.

he nodded and continued moving in and out of your pussy. the girth of his cock stretched you out just enough to push the limits of your comfort without literally splitting you open, and you couldn't be any more grateful for the leftwards curve of it as hit just the right spot by your cervix. fuck.

it had been a while since you'd had sex so good, you came with a lilting cry just a few minutes after he began moving again. the spasm of your walls around his cock and the sounds of your pleasure mingling in his head prompted his own orgasm not long after, his head buried in the sweat-slick crook of your neck.

after a few seconds he didn't pull out, but turned you to lay on your stomach before he started at it again. the repetitive drive of his cock in and out blended his release with yours, and you felt impossibly full.

crossing my legs so my clit doesn't feel too neglected as i write this :(