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SDV Shane X F!Reader

+18 NSFW

Word Count-> 5.1k

Warning-> violence, arguing, rage, dirty talk, degradation, alcohol, weed, stalker behaviour, choking, stabbing, blood, dubcon/cnc, oral sex, deepthroating, swallowing, vomit

Author's note-> I finally finished my first fanfic, I can't believe I beat procrastination. This is a oneshot that later will become a chapter of the full fanfic I plan on doing. The "reader" is actually an oc I created while writting the first ideas of the fanfic, she's like my child and her name is Minerva, so don't be surprised when the reader has a name and is an actual persona with personality and the ability to talk back.

Since it's my first fanfic I don't expect it to be perfect but I think I did a pretty good job, so feedback is apreciated.

SUMMARY: It's been a month since you felt obligated to move back to the valley, onto your grandpa's land. It’s been almost 12 years since you’ve been here, and since your return you've barely been in town. The only people who know you besides Lewis and Pierre, are the people who stay late into the night at the saloon, especially Shane, since you share a love for drinking and solitude, though that doesn't mean you get along too well. The rest of the town knows who you are, you spent most of your early childhood with your grandpa, and when you grew older, every summer, but you don’t really remember much of the townsfolk from when you were a kid, and you still don't want to know them. Not until you can get yourself afloat. Another night at the salon after a hardworking day at the farm, I thought. But tonight was different, everything is going downsides this week, the crops aren’t giving the results I hoped, and the fact that I’ve been surviving off of 2 eggs a day and some fucking berries I found for the past week, was starting to take a toll on me. You’re running out of money, out of time, the farm is your work now, your entire life revolves around this piece of dirt, and if it doesn’t work, nothing will. This isn’t zuzu, if you fuck up you dont get penalized and a pay cut, this is the valley, if you cant be usefull to the valley, your nothing, you will become dust if you cant even feed yourself, that’s what I tell myself. But I can't just fix everything in a night, and, honestly, I need to burn off steam. So what other better way is there than going to the salon and ordering up a round of Gus's cheapest alcohol? Besides, I still have 1 joint left from the city and a sick spot in the woods I recently discovered, where the ground moss is so soft it almost feels better than my actual crusty bed, and the trees hug the clearing in a way that makes me feel safe, even though you were in the middle of nowhere, not far enough to be eaten by a bear but close enough you had to keep an eye out for something... or someone. So, in my tired as fuck state of mind, I put on my plaid shirt I use as a dress and threw on the first boots i could find, even though they were so dirty I should have known I was going to leave a trail of dirt in the saloon, poor Gus.

The path to the saloon was quieter than usual, but I didn’t pay much attention. It still surprises me how cold the valley can be at night. We're in late spring, but it still feels like winter all over again.

Once I opened the door, I was greeted by the sounds of usual drunk Pam fighting with goody two shoes stoner Emily. She says she doesn't "consume marihuana", but lets be honest, she can’t be that happy all the time. It was already 11pm, if it were a weekend the saloon would be full of laughter and it would be normal that I showed up at this time. But it's Tuesday. And given that I’m the mystery of the valley, that after a month and a half, still hasn't properly introduced themselves to all the townsfolk, I’m still a novelty to the all day regulars of the saloon, even though they were the ones who had seen me most, besides Pierre, of course. I tried not to draw too much attention to myself as I walked up to the corner of the counter. I don't want to talk more than necessary, I just want to drink.

I don't have to give explanations to people, at least not for now, not until the farm is making enough profit to start believing I can really live in the disastrous farm I have inherited. “Hey Minerva, how's farm life going?” Said Gus with the contagious smile he usually has. He’s one of the only few I like, he’s genuinely happy and lets everyone be. “Hello Gus, everything’s great, just exhausted from working on the land, you know? The season is killing me.” “Glad to hear, when you have enough produce why don’t you sell me some? I bet my cooking would improve just by having fresh ingredients.” “OH, umm yeah sure thing, but first I should do some renovations on the greenhouse and that stuff... but I'll remember.” “Good! Well, tell me, what do I serve ya’?” “What's your cheapest liquor?” I shouldn't ask for the strongest, or they'll think I have problems or some shit, even though asking for the cheapest also means trouble, but it's easier to make an excuse for. “I have absent shots for 15 gold but–” “Great! 2 shots then.” “You sure? It's 90 degrees, it's the strongest thing I have.” “Dont worry, im not a lightweight, and I used to drink that when I lived in the city, it burns like hell but after a while you get used to it.” “Whatever the lady wants.” It's been a while since I drank straight up liquor, since I came to the valley all I've drank were just beers, but I can't restrain myself forever, I need to feel something besides disappointment. The shots came one after the other. After downing the first I felt that familiar disgusting feeling embrace me, I felt so gross, even ashamed. The second felt... incredibly good, the disgusting good you feel when you do something you're not supposed to do, something that'll make people hate you if they find out, I know that feeling very well. “Slow down Dollface, i don't need my spot to reek of puke from now on” Said Shane without even looking in my direction, eyes focused on the other side of the bar. “SHIT! I didn't see you. Almost gave me a heart attack asshole.” “Wow, so thoughtful.” He said lowering his tone to his usual annoyed, gruff voice. Yoba, when he wants he really can be unnoticiable, and he was almost right next to me. He took me so off guard that the empty shot glass slipped from my hand.

“Dude, I’m not gonna "ruin" your spot. I even bet I have a higher tolerance than you.” “Yeah, you sure you didn't get a heatstroke from working on that dead ass land?” “That dead ass land pays my bills cunt, also, you only get drunk on beer, that doesn’t mean you have a high tolerance, it just means you're a douchebag who’d rather drink 3 jugs of beer instead of 1 one shot of strong liquor to get drunk.” This kind of conversation was starting to become the norm with him, I don’t fully get it, but it amuses the both of us from what I can tell. But that doesn’t mean I let him get away with it, and especially not tonight. “Does it burn too much for lil’ old Shane? Are you a pussy, perchance?” Still without looking at me, and with an expression as dry as the sand, he said “You want a laugh? here. Ha. I always help the needy.” He took a sip from his jug. “Now, are you really sure that land pays bills? I swear I just saw you pay your 30 gold tab in coins of 1.” I could feel the heat rising to my face as i clenched the shot glass in my hand, It’s not the first night we throw daggers at each other like this, but something about tonight felt different, everything was starting to take a toll on me, my patience was growing thin and I can only take so much. “Look Shane, mind your own business, I’m not into this tonight.” I looked away in frustration, the last thing I need right now is to make a scene with this airhead. “Looks like I struck a nerve. Your farm fantasy isn't going as expected?” Fantasy? Does he really think I came to the shithole of a house that barely stands because I had a fantasy of being broke, with a land that does absolutely nothing for me? He’s really crossing the line. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, taking a big sip from the jug of beer in his hand, slowly brought his face closer to my ear, and with a voice slightly louder than a whisper, he said “What, did I really get to you that fast doll? You're too quiet, come on, defend your miserable life.” When I turned around to look at him in disbelief, I realized how close he really was, just a couple inches away from my face, with that stupid grin he only does when he’s had one too many beers. But what really got to me was that look in his eyes, like he was looking at prey he had been watching, waiting for it to catch the bait, the dark circles under his eyes being proof that he had been waiting. I can’t catch the bait, I won’t be his prey.

“I'm not gonna follow your game. Just, leave me alone.”

He got even closer. I could smell the booze in his breath. Our noses barely touching was his way of showing me how he could go further, even with everyone watching. He's provoking me.

“Come on, don’t get like that. You don’t want to go back to where you came from, do you?”

What’s that supposed to mean? Does he even know what he’s talking about? He knows fucking nothing.

“Fuck you shane, you don’t know shit.” I moved my face away from his. “What do you even want from me, huh? No one else puts up with you so I have to? I asked you NICELY to shut it, at least for today, but I guess you’re just too drunk all the time to even realize that. Do you really want to play these little games or are you just looking for a way to feel like less of a failure? You know you’re miserable but your ego is massive. HONESTLY look into it, cause’ I really don’t need to put up with the failed deadbeat dad of the valley.” I shoved his arm wrapped around me and stood up from the bar stool, coming down a little from the angry rush that just came over me.

As I turned to leave, I felt a crushing pressure in my wrist that stopped me dead in my tracks. Shane had seized my arm, and when I looked back at him, he had a look of pure hatred and raw anger I had never seen him with. “You don’t know what im fucking capable of shane, let me go.” He stared directly into my eyes, like he was trying to restrain himself from gutting me right there and then and making a mess out of my insides. But he just let go, not abruptly, just... strangely calm, he still had hints of that raw feeling in his face, but I wasn't about to stay to see where it went. The cold night air hit me like a truck, it made me realize just how drunk I was, but at least it was refreshing after whatever the hell just happened. At least everyone was busy focusing on Pam and not on us. “Guess I'm ready for that joint.”

As I wandered through the forest trying to find my spot, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Something deep in my guts was telling me I wasn't alone, but it wasn’t that strange, after all I'm in the forest, it’s full of animals. Finally, I stood in the middle of the clearing, lighting my joint and taking the first few puffs while I admired my surroundings, trying to clear my head. I felt an immense sense of peace in me that I had been craving for a long time. The chaos of my life was starting to take a toll on me, it was getting harder to ignore the past when the future seemed so… maddening. I was watching the moonlight filter through the trees, merging with the darkness of the forest, when suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I saw a shadow lunge at me. And I fell. I tried to make out in the dark what was now towering over me, but I couldn't, it was blocking the full moon, making it impossible to distinguish anything. Until he spoke. It was Shane. “I’m going to kill you” He let himself fall on me, pushing his knee between my bare legs, pinning me down with his own body weight, wiping away any chance I had to get up. His entire body reeked of stale alcohol. “You know I’m capable of doing anything, so why do you push my buttons like that, baby…? After all, you're just a whore, you’re supposed to entertain me whenever I say so, right?” I felt his hands caressing my legs, slowly moving up my dress, touching the lace hem of my panties with his fingertips. He rested his freezing palms on my hips, holding me with a light grip, as if saying that he owned me, while tracing the outline of my panties. “Failed deadbeat dad? You couldn’t think of anything worse? Really? I’m much more than that” He said, lowering his voice along his body.

“I can see that.” “You can? Well at least I’m making it clear.”

This feels surreal, it can’t possibly be real, right? This doesn’t really feel like a threat, he’s all bark and no bite, just a coward. He pushed his knee into my cunt. Does he really want to elicit a reaction out of me that bad he’s capable of doing this? Fucking animal.

The sudden pressure of his leg against my cunt ripped an involuntary moan from me. I’m giving him exactly what he wants, and I can’t even try to restrain myself. His touch feels so vile yet so… sweet? He makes me sick.

I can’t help myself from liking it.

I shut my mouth mid moan, not wanting to fully give in to him. He’s disgustingly pathetic. I have to give him a dose of reality.

He’s looking at me with that stupid drunk grin again.

“Enjoying yourself, huh?” A giggle escaped from my insides. “So, this was your plan? Following me into the woods and trying to scare me because tonight I wouldn’t entertain you with our usual drunken chitchat? Shane, you’re even more pathetic than I ever could have imagined.” The small giggle rapidly turned into a loud mocking laugh. I brought the joint that was still in my hand up to my lips, took a long puff and blew all the smoke into his face, and with a mocking smile, I said “What, you want to fuck me that bad? We’re not on the same level. I’m much better than you, you know that, right? You’re just a fucking animal” He began gripping my hips with brute force, digging his fingers into my skin, leaving marks that hurt just the right amount to make me moan once again. “You ruined my fucking life. I’ve hated you since the day you decided to come back” His hands moved rapidly to my neck, wrapping his fingers around it to choke me. “And I want to make sure you know it. I will ruin you in every way I can. You’re not better than me. I’ve seen how you live, how you spend your days, even your nights. The rathole you live in? You think that’s a good way to live? You’re just as much of a drunk as I am, we’re both scum.” He adjusted himself between my thighs, taking advantage of my position to grind his hips against me. “If I have to go with you just to take you down I will”

“You don’t know nothing about me, what the hell are you talking about”

“I know a lot more than you think” His expression morphed as the thought of a twisted idea shone through his eyes. “You know, if you behave well from now on maybe I'll let you take a hot shower from time to time until you fix that water tank, even though you must be used to it by now.”

“You’ve been on the farm?!” I muttered almost instantly at that mockery. The thought of him being on the farm, inside the house, deep enough to know what needs to be fixed feels like a gunshot to my head. My privacy has been gone for weeks and I didn’t pay any mind to it.

I can feel him growing hard against me. I can’t breathe, yet his grinding is giving me a rush of pleasure I have never experienced.

This mixture of feelings is killing me.

“Oh Minerva” He brought his face closer to mine “Don’t act like you don’t know” Fuck.

My body freezed. He’s serious. I’m seeing my last breaths leave my lungs into the cold night air. Is he really that much into this? I knew he was a bad person, but not in a million years I would have guessed he would do this. I grasped the small knife in my pocket, I had to do something or he was going to have a blast with my lifeless body. He was so captivated that he didn’t notice my hand reaching for the knife. That's when I managed to stab him in the shoulder.

His hand stopped strangling me abruptly, the shock of the knife now buried in his shoulder froze him. "Get the hell off, bastard!" I said as I gasped for air trying to push him off me, but to no avail. For a few seconds, he just stayed put, looking at me in pure shock, drawing me in by how vulnerable he suddenly was. I think the sudden clarity made him realize what he was doing, but that moment didn’t last long. When he came back to his senses he looked at me with that look of casual disdain he usually has. He’s still the same drunk asshole I hang out with at midnight.

Maybe it’s the weed, or the fact that I get bored so easily, or maybe his warmth against my cold skin on this overly fluffy floor, but this moment feels too intimate, and I can’t help but smirk. Suddenly his thumb shoved deep into my mouth, exploring it, feeling the insides of my cheeks while he pulled out the small knife still stuck in him. He let out a loud groan as he laid down on top of me, tremblingly breathing me in.

I could savor the smell of beer on his clothes, melted with the metallic scent of his fresh blood, all blending into his sweat-soaked fabric, intoxicating me completely.

I don’t know what possessed me, but my hand tangled right in his hair, wanting to feel him as he breathed in my raw scent. We were both in a vulnerable state, letting our naked souls show just enough to feel each other.

All of a sudden his body was off me, leaving me on the ground with my dress half raised and panties exposed. When I tried to get up, he stepped on my belly with his filthy ripped sneakers. “That stings baby”

And all fantasy I had formed dissolved.

Crouched again still with his foot on me, he lifted the knife against my cheek bone, caressing me with it.

“Fucking asshole, you’re crushing my insides” I choked out as I came back to my senses.

“Too bad”

“Are you too scared to stab me or what, what’s with the act”. I looked back and forth between the knife and him. “I see, you don’t have the balls”

“I’ve got something else in mind” He pressed the blade to my bottom lip, forcing me to slightly part my lips.

“Lick.”

“In your dreams”

With a swift motion he tightly seized my jaw. “We went over this dollface, you will entertain me. And I do want you to taste the consequences of your actions”. I can’t say no. He’s demanding it, It’s not like I have a choice.

But I can’t say the thought of finding out how he tastes hasn’t crossed my mind.

I stuck out my tongue, slowly working my way up to the tip of the blade.

What I didn’t expect was him licking the other side of the blade.

The subtle touch of our tongues melted me instantly. How could it be so harsh yet so gentle? The pressure of his tongue against the blade caused it to slice mine, finally mixing our blood in my mouth. A silent promise of ownership.

This is so gross, why do I… feel good?

“How do I taste?” The question lingered in the air just a moment, him not taking his eyes off of my blood tainted lips.

“Bitter”

As he slowly got up he finally released my stomach, and without missing a beat I straightened up all I could without getting up, I felt sick to my stomach and nauseous, I couldn’t bring myself up even if I wanted to.

I looked up to meet his gaze, to try and understand anything, or at least his next move, but when I moved my head all I met was the huge bulge in his pants hovering over me, it was clear that his denim shorts were now too tight to contain him. His hand began to lightly grope the bulge.

“Don’t you fucking dare” Was all I could muster. The shock of him being so close to me still affecting me, the light touch of our tongues, his blood on my mouth. What the fuck is even happening? I literally just stabbed him, and he acts like it’s nothing.

The nausea is starting to really get to me.

In an attempt to get away from Shane I turned my back on him and barely got on my knees to try and get up, holding on to a nearby tree.

He grabbed me by my half undone ponytail and smashed me face-first into the trunk.

For a few seconds I couldn’t see anything, the shock of the hit was too overwhelming.

I could feel something wet running through my face, landing on my lips.

In my disoriented state a simple question escaped from my mouth, not even directed at Shane “Fuck… blood?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not that bad, it won’t ruin your pretty face”

“Apologize… scum.. bag…” I said, spitting out some of the blood from my mouth.

“But I’m not sorry nervie, I owed you that one” he said while moving back my head in his direction, crouching just enough to talk into my ear “Or have you already forgotten about what you’ve done?”

My vision spins, my mind racing out of control and comprehension. The metallic taste of blood overwhelms my senses, I’m not sure how much more I can take. All these mixed feelings are tearing me apart. How could I have felt good just a moment ago? hell, even attracted to him.

I fucking hate him.

But I hate myself even more, for always looking for the worst in people and liking it.

He’s right, this is no different from the city. I’m just a city rat trying to pass as a country mouse for as long as I can.

The touch of something wet against my cheek pulled me back to reality, everything racing through my mind slowed, and the fog in my mind that had left me disoriented finally began to dissipate. I could feel the shock of everything wearing down. But it didn’t last long until I realized what was now touching me.

His dick was right in my face. His rosy tip, pulsing against myself, forming a bead of precum that smeared across my cheek.

It wasn’t that long, a normal length, but what really stood out was how thick it was, I’m not so sure, but if I had to guess, if I wrapped my hand around it, it wouldn’t close around his girth. I could see his veins pulsing beneath his skin, throbbing with impatience, but by the look of Shane, I knew he wanted this to last.

“I knew you weren’t the shitty, pathetic, sad excuse everyone always sees you as”

His right hand moved up to cup my free cheek. “That’s the thing I like about you” he began to say with a calm voice, almost too hypnotic “You see how people really are, not the facade”

“You see me, Minerva. I can’t help myself around you” He gently caressed my face. “We’re the same, people like us who hate everyone usually have a reason, and I need you to hate me as much as I hate myself when I’m sober, and as much as I hate you all the time” He moved his hand to my chin, barely touching my bottom lip “Now be a good girl and open up wide”

As I opened my mouth to ask him why, why does he hate me so much If he barely knows anything about me, he forced his way in, shoving his dick down my throat.

He stayed there for a few moments, grunting at the feeling of his full length surrounded by the heat of my mouth. His swollen tip touching the back of my throat is making him tremble, I can feel every drop of precum coming out of him. His stillness inside me is making me gag, tightening my throat. I can taste the booze sweat covering him.

How did this escalate so quickly? I didn’t even see him unbuckle his pants, and know he’s inside me. I can no longer smell the alcohol and shame in his clothes, now I can only taste the sweat on his skin.

I tried to push his legs in an attempt to pull away, but in my current state I could barely do anything. He sloppily wrapped his hands around my head, one gripping my hair and the other grasping the back of my neck, making it impossible for me to move my head freely.

It's useless to try anything.

It's clear now. I’ve never had the upper hand tonight.

He suddenly pulled his dick out just enough to let me take a quick breath without pulling it completely out, and just as fast, he started thrusting his way in again, pulling every last bit of breath inside me. “Yoba, you’re doing so good baby, if I had known I would’ve done this earlier”.

Every thrust hit the deepest part of my throat, forcing me to open my mouth wider to try not to choke on his thick girth.

In an attempt to find any stability with his unsteady pace, all I could find to hold on to were his bare thighs. I would be lying if I said I didn’t find his body heat comforting against my hands.

Before I realized, I caught myself adjusting to his rhythm, willingly letting him enter further. My throat began to relax, making it easier with each thrust.

“Fuck… you like this, don’t you?” The tip of his cock reached once again for the deepest part of my throat, but this time rougher than before, holding my head in place, choking me in the act with his increasingly pulsing cock. A few tears escaped my eyes as I looked up to meet his gaze, trying not to gag so much that I end up vomiting.

I was met with a firm slap and a compassive look. He’s a groaning, filthy mess. His sweat drenched hair, his half off clothes covered in booze stains. I could feel him slouch forward, his half-lidded eyes locking onto mine. The hand that slapped me reached in to gently wipe away the tears falling from my eyes.

For a brief moment, I think I saw a faint smile on his face.

Fuck, I can't believe I’m falling for this again.

He muttered to himself something I couldn’t quite understand, but quickly began to move again, now with a more aggressive, but steady pace.

The increasing amount of salty precum combined with his fast, aggressive pace was making my head spin. He’s fucking my face so hard It feels like he’s shoving down my throat into the deep of my insides all the hate he’s accumulated for years.

I can’t help but choke once again, but gasping for air won’t help. The wet suffocating sounds my blood and saliva filled mouth was making around his cock only made him more infatuated.

“Such a slut… don’t worry, I won’t let you go without a taste…”

He was getting impatient. His groans grew louder and louder by the second, with each thrust getting harder than the last.

Without any previous warning, he released himself inside my mouth, his hot cum filling the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow every drop or choke with it. He stayed inside my mouth a few moments while he catched his breath, holding on to my head.

He pulled out slowly, admiring the view of him leaving my mouth hollow, stripping me of any composure I had.

The bitter taste of his cum left in my taste buds was so unbearable I couldn’t contain myself any longer, I collapsed to the ground, trying to hold myself with the little strength I had left while I puked my brains out.

“...gross.” He said while buckling his pants.

“I’ll skin you alive, pig” I said with a raspy voice.

“Yeah, sure thing doll face, but you already kinda did, that shitty knife of yours cut really deep”

“Fuck you” I spitted a his leg.

With his index finger, he picked up a string of my spit from his leg, and slowly brought it to his lips

“I’ll see you at the saloon” He turned around to leave.

“Don’t you dare leave me here Shane!” I started to cough uncontrollably.

“You’ll find your way” He said without even turning to look my way.

I fully dropped to the ground, the exhaustion finally catching up to me. After all, he really did leave me here, drenched in vomit, blood, tears and his fluids all over me. The cold of the night air began to wrap around me as I saw him disappear into the distance as if nothing had happened.

I’m drifting out of consciousness, eyelids getting heavy as I lay alone in this cold forest, vulnerable to anything. And in the midst of emotions, one thought grows heavier than the rest.

How much I already miss his touch.

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