You were raised to dislike men like Bucky Barnes, and he made it easy— he's arrogant, infuriating, and far too interested in getting under your skin. What starts as nothing but friction turns into something reckless, something neither of you is supposed to want. You don’t belong in his world, and he has no place in yours, which is exactly why it can’t last. But someday, when you leave him behind like you were always meant to, you’ll both realize the same thing too late—enemies were never supposed to feel like this.
݈݇— themes: HISTORICAL/WESTERN AU, Established Relationship, Enemies to Lovers, Forbidden Romance, Opposites attract, He falls first but she falls harder, Forced Proximity, Yearning/Pining, Angst, Crude Humor, Banter, Emotional Damage, Eventual Smut.
part i ᥫ᭡ part ii ᥫ ᭡part iii ᥫ᭡ part iv ᥫ᭡ part v ᥫ᭡ final
Another reminder to stop supporting Jon Bernthal, especially once the new Daredevil series is releasing.
He is a zionist that has supported Israel for many years, is friends with violent abusers such as Shia LaBeouf and gave him a platform on his podcast, a man that has sexually abused multiple women. Invited an IOF soldier on his podcast that hes friends with and gave flowers to cops during BLM.
Some more info in my thread here
Also i should note that Deborah Ann Woll who plays Karen Page in the Daredevil series has liked pro-israhell posts in the past.
Also if anyone comments on this post trying to excuse his actions ur comment will be deleted and ull be blocked.
Hey, we’re in line for some absurd temperatures here in the southwest this week. This is very important to know and keep in mind. Be safe, stay hydrated, stay out of the sun as much as you can.
Additional you can also put them on your palms, also, make sure to always use a light towel or kitchen paper and don’t put the ice bags directly onto your skin!
Summary: Shane returning after five years for your brother's graduation party sparks a little more than a wholesome reunion
Warnings: Smut; Explicit, conflict between your dad nd Shane 😬, plot w porn at the end, reader is 20 and doesn't act like a fucking child, PLUS SIZE FRIENDLY!! Reader is described as "shapely", light degradation, handcuffs, gun kink/play; sucking on it, blowjob, riding, creampie, big dick Shane, Shane is an asshole with some feelings, half proofread
This is my first time writing age gap kinda nervous 😟 dt @ladybvllseye cause u put the idea in my head 💚
Word count: 4.3k+
Your birthday was just a few days ago and now you're 20! You celebrated with your friends on campus then came right home to celebrate your little brother's graduation from high school. The drive was long, but totally worth it because you heard your favorite guy was going to be at the party!
Shane was around a lot. You spent a lot of time around him, learning the ways of the wilderness and how to catch a fish with your bare hands. How to build things on the go, how to survive, how to shoot different guns, any and everything he could teach you, he did. You were practically attached at the hip until around your sophomore year of high school when he decided to take a patrolling job at Yosemite National Park. At least, that's what your dad told you.
Shane and your dad have known each other for a long time. Correction--Shane, your dad, and your mom have known each other for a long time. Ever since they were playing around in the sandbox. You've heard all sorts of stories from all of them. Mostly Shane and your dad. The most you know is that your mom met Shane first in kindergarten. Your dad came in the picture in like first grade and "the rest is history." Except the only thing Shane hasn't ever mentioned, within good reason, is that he was madly in love with your mom by the time they were in middle school, but was too late to confess before your dad did.
"Look who's finally decided to join us," your dad said as he turned the stove down. Unable to hide the growing smile on his face as you ran up to him. Your brother called your name from the backyard before running inside to greet you. He's gotten taller since you've been gone!
You talked with him for a little bit and went out to the back to grab something for your dad, but the second your gaze cut to the right, you gasped loudly and took off in that direction.
"Shane!"
He was mid-sip into his canned beer, standing in front of the grill when he looked up and saw you beaming towards him. He didn't smile much, but he seemed to manage a very faint smile every time you were in the vicinity. A surprised huff escaped him as you practically jumped in his arms.
"Well, hello to you, too," he said as he put his drink down to give you a full hug. You have...definitely changed a lot since he last saw you. Jesus, he thinks as he glanced down at your, uh...shapely body. Even hugging you felt different. When you backed up--barely--he got a good look at your face. Still looked the same, just more mature. He smirked back and added on. "Lookin' just like your mom."
"I've only been hearing that my whole life," you said with a soft laugh and pulled away with your hands on your hips. It took everything in him not to stare. "So, my brother's graduation, huh? And where were you for mine, hmmm?"
He exhaled a short laugh through his nose at your playful tone. Some things really never change.
"Ahh, you know I would've been first in line if I could and you know how work goes around these parts. Your mom told me you looked for me in the crowd."
"I did," you said, now crossing your arms. Completely unaware you were pushing your breasts up in the process. "The flowers were nice, though."
"Only the flowers?" He glanced at you over his drink with a raised brow. A gesture he did often that always got a giggle out of you.
"...the roll of cash, too," you added with a suppressed smile.
"Uh huh," he mused. He vaguely gestured to your figure before continuing. "I see college life is treating you well."
You briefly looked down at your outfit that accentuated every curve and dip of your lower half. From that ass to those thighs making it look like those threads would burst at the seams in the best way possible. Christ, girl.
"Oh, yeah! My fashion sense has majorly improved since I moved out," you chimed, doing a happy twirl in front of him and he nearly choked on his beer. "You like?"
He had to physically put the drink back down but didn't miss a beat while he took in every single detail of you front to back. You were color coordinated and all but that's the very last thing he was locked in on.
"Suits you," he said and cleared his throat. "'Improved' is the word I'd use, too."
"Honey!" You heard your mom call out from the house. When you turned around, Shane would've shamelessly admired the view just fine but had to make it look like he was still preparing to grill when your mom walked outside. "Go get some ice with your brother!"
"Coming!" You called back, but not without nudging Shane on the shoulder. "Save some steak for me, yeah?"
He didn't bother looking back up to see you disappear into the house. Dropping a line of fresh seasoned slabs on the hot grill, he went to grab his beer but it was swiped from under his hand at the last second and replaced with a cold water bottle. He looked up and it was like the universe was playing tricks on him. It was your mom standing in front of him with the sun right behind her.
"I haven't seen you drink an ounce of water since you got here."
Shane took the water with an amused grunt. Usually he didn't care or would side eye somebody talking to him like that, but he never minded getting a scolding from her. He gave a quiet thanks before drinking half the bottle in one go. "I've survived off of worse."
"That's not something to brag about."
"Wasn't bragging," he shrugged and wiped his mouth. She shook her head and drank her own helping of wine before continuing.
"I guess I can assume that's what you've been doing out in Yosemite all these years," she said. "Surviving."
"You know I love the hunt," he said as he flipped the smaller pieces of meat. "And sending idiots off to a holding cell."
Your mom laughed at that. God, that laugh.
"Yeah, I bet. Couldn't get you and John to come back for hours back in the day."
A short beat of silence hung between them for a moment as she looked into the window to see you and your brother breaking up ice and packing it into a big cooler.
"She really missed you, you know," she added. Shane didn't need to follow her gaze to know she was talking about you. "She took it pretty hard when you went up north. And didn't come to her graduation."
He flipped the bigger pieces but could feel the weight of her newly shifted focus to him.
"I told you it's-"
"Don't say it was 'just work,'" she interrupted.
"It was work," he said. "Nothing personal."
She made a confused face at those words. "I didn't think it was personal," she said. "I'm just saying a call wouldn't have hurt. You have her number."
"Shitty cell service."
"Shane..."
"Look, I'm back aren't I? That's what matters."
Your mom sighed and nodded silently, leaving the topic alone. "Okay, fine. Your buddy wanted to talk to you before the party started. He should be by the shed. I'll take over the grilling while you guys catch up."
He walked around the side of the house toward the shed, where your dad always disappeared to when he needed space. The old wooden structure was dimly lit inside, just enough light coming through a small window and an open door for him to spot your dad sitting on a rusty metal bin with a beer in hand.
The second Shane stepped into view, he looked up and chuckled.
"Took you long enough."
"Not my fault your wife put me on grilling duty."
Your dad grunted before patting the empty crate next to him.
Shane lowered himself onto the crate with a satisfied groan. The shed smelled like motor oil and sawdust; classic dad space.
Your dad took a swig of his beer before speaking again. "So, how's Yosemite been treatin' you? Still kickin' ass and takin' names?"
"Pretty much," Shane replied with a half-smile. "Busted some kids last week for poaching."
Your dad snorted into his drink and shook his head in amusement. "You really do love that job, huh?"
"Ain't nothing like it."
A comfortable silence fell between them—the kind only two guys who'd known each other since sandbox days could pull off—until your dad cleared his throat.
"So," he began. "I'm just gonna cut to the chase. I gotta ask, man...why did you come back?"
Shane blinked, visibly unfazed but curious at the loaded question.
"Your son's graduation was important."
He studied Shane for a second. "Don't give me that shit," He said with a light chuckle that held no humor behind it. "I don't mean to bust your balls, man, but seriously. I just got my little girl back, who ain't so little anymore. She's grown now and making her own decisions and learning her own lessons and all that but I can't lose her again. She wouldn't stop asking about you until the start of her junior year."
Shane's didn't respond yet.
His throat worked as he swallowed hard before speaking again, voice lower now, rougher with something that wasn't even close to regret.
"I'm missing the part where thats my problem."
He didn't find that very funny.
"Shane."
That single word carried everything. Disappointment, frustration, maybe even anger. The kind of tone that could make a grown man feel like a kid again.
But not Shane.
"If I'm honest, this, you coming over was her idea. But as far as I'm concerned, your absence is what my daughter needed to actually want to be around me again."
Shane's expression didn't waver, but something in his chest twisted.
Your mom's idea.
He hadn’t considered that. He just assumed your dad had invited him out of obligation after all this time because they were best friends, because the party was for your brother.
For a second, Shane said nothing. Just stared at him with an unreadable look on his face before finally replying.
"You do realize you were the one that insisted I watch over her while you were gone all day at work, right?"
He exhaled. "That's not-"
"It is, though," Shane interrupted. "You put her in my hands cause I was the only one you trusted with her life. She grew attached because you were either gone or spent more time with her brother. You 'lost her' until I left. Am I on the right track so far?"
He opened his mouth, then closed it.
Shit.
Because Shane wasn't wrong. At all.
Back when you were younger, your dad had relied heavily on Shane to pick you up from school, take you camping for weekends, even babysit when he and your mom went out of town. He’d been too busy working grueling hours just to keep the bills paid and always chose "guy time" with your brother when he had the chance instead.
And yeah… maybe your brother had gotten more attention because he was younger and needed help with homework or sports. But still. Shane was the perfect thing to fill that void and that factor alone pissed your dad off beyond belief.
Your dad rubbed a hand over his face and muttered under his breath.
"Fuck."
"'Fuck' is right," Shane added while taking a swig.
"Look, all I'm saying is I got her back now. You don't need to be hanging around her anymore."
Shane's scoffed, amused.
You don't need to be hanging around her anymore.
Technically your dad was right. There was no reason for Shane to be active in your life in anymore, especially not to the extent that it used to be.
But Shane... didn't really give a damn.
He took another slow drink before responding coolly.
"I dunno, brother," he clicked his tongue with a smirk. "Sounds to me like that's her choice to make."
Silence stretched again. This time it felt like the air was thicker.
"I'd suggest you watch that mouth, Shane."
Shane leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. His smirk never left.
"And if I don't?" He asked with a slight tilt of the head. "No, I'm curious. Exactly what the fuck would you do about it?"
"Honey, please stop putting your brother in a headlock," your mom said while carrying a tray of freshly grilled meat into the kitchen.
"I can't let him think he's in charge just because he's taller than me now."
"How are you so strong?!" He grunted as he tried to twist and writhe out of your grasp.
"How aren't you stronger than me?"
You laughed and saw your mom give you a stern look, so you decided to release him. Your brother rubbing his neck with a glare then bucking at you.
"Oh?"
"No, don't start again-"
You put him in a headlock again while your mom groaned and gave up. You heard the back door open harsher than usual then felt someone breeze past from behind with their hand grazing the small of your back for a split second. You let your brother go and went to go see who it was.
"Shane?" You called out as he grabbed his jacket. "You're leaving?"
He bolted out the door, slamming it behind him and pulling his truck out the driveway, fastest you've ever seen him peel off.
The rest of the family followed you into the living room. You turned around to see your dad just walking in.
"Dad, where is he going?"
"Got called in," he lied. "Said it's an emergency."
You didn't fully believe him but there wasn't really much you could say or do. Your other family members were on their way here so you just nodded and brushed past them back to the kitchen.
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11 p.m.
Four soft knocks rap against Shane's door. It opens to you in different clothes and the porch lights angled perfectly on one side of your face. Were you trying to kill him?!
"Can I come in?"
He stepped aside without a word and you walked in, but not without a little sway in your hips. Once the door closed you stood a few feet from him with your hands in your pockets. The look in your eye was disarming, but knowing you, something was up.
"Your dad know you're here?"
"I'm a grown ass woman, Shane."
He scoffed and walked past you and across the room to pour some scotch. "You can't even drink yet."
You shrug with a little smile. "Legally."
Atta girl. He really wanted to say. But he stopped himself as he took a drink.
"Why are you here?"
"I wanted to see you," you said as you stepped closer. "That a crime? Gonna arrest me?"
He chuckled dryly, swirling around the drink in the glass before finishing it. You were playing a really dangerous game teasing him like that.
"I should," he said. "Could charge you for trespassing."
You were right in front of him again, holding out your wrists in front of you. Breasts smushing together as if your cleavage wasn't already in display.
With a heavy sigh he grabbed your arm and pushed you against the wall. Reaching in the top drawer where the scotch was to get his cuffs and slap them on your wrists from behind. Once they were secure, he turned you back around and caged you in, reaching for something else when you hear a click.
Cold metal pressed under you jaw and he didn't look like he was putting up with your shit anymore. Which only meant one thing: technically, you won. You looked at him with a dark glint in your eyes even if the gun was digging in your skin.
"You shouldn't be here," he muttered but it was obvious he wasn't planning on letting you walk free anytime soon. "Play in fire and you will get burned."
"I can handle it," you countered with soft giddiness in your voice.
"Yeah? You a big girl now?"
"Try me."
He takes a pause, then raises the gun to your lips. Without even needing to be told to do anything your lips parted almost instantly. Never breaking eye contact as you flattened your tongue on the front of the gun. Pulling your tongue back to see if he was going to protest in any way but when he didn't, eyes silently encouraging you, no, daring you took the barrel in your mouth.
You sucked on it, pretty, plump, glossy lips wrapped around it. You moaned softly to give him a show. He just stood there and did your thing, trying to keep a straight face when you knew it was all going south. And you refused to stop, letting a little drool escape the corner of your mouth for a final touch.
"You can be really fuckin' stupid sometimes," he said. He pulled it all the way out your mouth and ignored the subtle pout on your lips. Aiming it at the brick part of his cabin and pressing the trigger. A live round hit the wall and when you flinched, you saw him almost smile.
He put the gun down and grabbed your arm again to yank you over to the couch. It wasn't big but you remember how comfortable it was. You would sleep on that thing for hours after a long day of hunting and gun range. Your knees hit the floor as he sat in front of you and unzipped his jeans. You licked the faded gloss on your lips in anticipation, eyes getting wider when you saw what he was working with.
"You seem like an expert in your craft," he mused as he pushed your head towards his lap. "Show me."
You didn't need to be told twice. Your tongue swirled around the tip and you attempted to take as much as you could. Only getting halfway since you could feel your gag reflex coming. His hands rested at his sides for the moment while you went to work. Bobbing your head and covering his dick in spit.
He couldn't believe it. Shane wasn't expecting to end his night like this. His best friend's daughter on her knees, eager to please as she's always been. There wasn't anything you wouldn't do to get his attention, which resulted in many such minor injuries over the years.
He cursed and pushed your head further, feeling your throat constrict and relishing in your little whimpers of surprise. He held your head there for a few seconds.
"Breathe through your nose," he whispered. "I'll bet nobody has taught you that yet."
He got a fistful of your hair and eventually pulled you off him. Tears prickling in your glossy eyes, lips a little swollen, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you caught your breath. He let you cough a couple of times and told you to stand up.
He started with taking off your shoes, eyeing some of those little scars that never healed properly. Tsk tsk, you never listened to his advice. Then it was your shorts, and when he pulled them down, he could almost laugh. How adorable. You wore lace panties for him.
He pulled those down carefully because he's sure you'll wear them again for some other knucklehead your age. He left your top on but unbuttoned the top half. Mm mm mm...lace bra too. Cause that's what older men like, right? Men in general, of course, but it was safe to assume, to you, that an older man would appreciate it more. And maybe that would be the case if it wasn't Shane. But that didn't mean he didn't find you so fucking sexy right now.
You climbed in his lap, a little nervous to take all that inside you because you knew he wouldn't let you go halfway. Not after that stunt he just pulled. You looked in his eyes as he slapped the tip against your folds. Just as eager to fuck you as you are him.
"You said you can take it, right?"
"I can," you answered immediately. "You can stop babying me any time, Shane."
Oh?
"That so?"
There was no warning.
He gripped your hips and shoved himself inside you with zero warning. You cried out, gritting your teeth as the pain shot through your spine. Thighs trembling already.
"Need a minute?"
You whimpered again, wrists wriggling in those cuffs. "I'm fine."
"Don't sound fine to me."
"Just- fuck me already."
You hissed at the feeling of him already pulling your body upwards before your sentence could fully register in his mind. Shane never played nice with you. He didn't find the appeal because he wasn't raised that way. That was your father's job. To baby you and coo every time you fell on your face. Not like he did that either. That was all your mom.
When he slammed you against him again you moaned really loudly. Couldn't tell if that was pleasure or pain but he kept on anyhow.
You were taking him more well than he expected. Feeling you slowly loosen with every harsh pass. His hands groping your lightly cut up thighs as you started bouncing on it all by yourself. He could remember where each scar and scrape came from.
"You know your dad would try to kill me if he found out."
You didn't miss how he intentionally said "try to."
You breathed through it, gathering your thoughts together in tandem with keeping your pace from faltering. After all this time you still wanted to impress him.
"Looks like he already tried."
He huffed a laugh as your eyes landed on the cut on his lip from when your dad punched him earlier, causing Shane to storm out before he did something rash.
"He just hasn't come to terms with the fact that you're a woman now."
You were really trying to keep up; keep a brave face but it was impossible. He was so big. So fucking big. So fucking thick. No matter how wet you got it still hurt just a little bit.
But you didn't spend all that time around Shane to wuss out. You'll never hear the end of it. Though...it wasn't like he couldn't see it all over your face.
"S'big ain't it?" He taunted. You couldn't swallow back your own moans anymore to look cool in front of him.
"N..." you groaned in frustration at yourself. Get it together! "No such thing."
"As what?"
"No such thing...as too big."
"What was that?"
"Shane," you whined, eyes shutting tight. You were on the brink of climax and you could only hope he was too.
"Repeat what you said like you mean it."
"No such thing as too big."
"Again," he said with his hands on your hips once more. He could cum at any moment now but he was trying to control it.
"No such thing as too big."
"Louder."
"Oh my fucking-"
"Say it. Louder."
"No such thing as too big! Fuck, I'm so close. So close."
"Ain't nothing too big for you," he murmured your name in mock encouragement. For a second, and literally only one second, he looked in your eyes and pictured your mom before snapping out of it. Shit, now he needs to get it together.
As he felt his climax about to hit, the rational part of his brain came back.
"You need to get up."
You shook your head frantically. "No."
"I doubt the last thing you wanna do is carry my babies. Get up. Now."
You leaned down as much as you could, forehead against his as you chased your rapidly approaching high.
"Maybe I do."
"Don't be stupid," he grunted. Shane had the full ability to pull you off his dick at any given moment, but he didn't want to. He couldn't bring himself to when you felt so fucking good.
He said your name once. Then twice. You came first, moans tearing from your throat to your hearts content. Thank heavens he thrived on living in isolated areas. Your pace faltered but he kept bouncing you as he came. And it was messy as all hell.
Much of it slipped out of you and coated the back of your thighs. Some getting on his pants. The feeling of him, holding onto you as he filled you up was perfection. You wouldn't have done anything different.
His head slumped against the couch cushion. Still inside you. His stamina half shot. Those big hands of his sliding down to your ass cop a feel. Part of him wondered what the hell they're feeding you on campus.
"Shane."
"Mm."
"Uncuff me."
Oh shit, right. He reached in his pocket and around to undo them. A soft clink as they hit the rug and you rolled your wrists. He huffed as you suddenly hugged him. The last time you hugged him prior to today was right before he left to take on Yosemite so he allowed it.
"Don't come cryin' to me if that test comes back positive."
You nuzzle up on him despite his flat tone.
"I'm on the pill."
That got a genuine chuckle out of him. Striking fear in him for no damn reason. That was a good one, he had to give you that.
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