carly

callum turner...yeah that’s all. 21

[poindextergirl]

sunday morning - s. maguire

first piece 4 shane kinda nervy.......pls accept my humble offering...this came to me in a vision ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉

tags: bf!shane maguire x afab!reader, established relationship, implied age gap (unspecified), explicit sexual content, dry humping, choking, outdoor sex, voyeurism (??), unprotected p-in-v (ur sick of me saying it but wrap it fr), praise (both receiving), degradation (f receiving), shane gives reader's cunt pronouns <3, creampie, c0ckwarming, shane carries reader into cabin without slipping out, two rounds, intentional lowercase, fluff, shane's a loser in love, they're def round 3-ing after idk

summary: shane returns to your shared cabin after a week-long, irritating hunt on his atv and he looks....good. ⊗

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the familiar roar of an engine grew louder outside the suffocating four walls of your cabin and your smile grew with it. finally. you leapt across the small cabin floor, cursing the raw excitement that made you drop your book and trip over your feet as you raced to the door. you threw it open just in time to see your boyfriend break through the treeline, perched on his atv, speeding toward you. with a beaming smile, you sprinted in his direction — shoes be damned — to meet him in the middle of the dirt driveway.

shane barely had a moment to throw the atv in park before you threw your body weight on him, arms wrapped lovingly and suffocatingly around his dewy throat. the impact tugged his handkerchief from around his nose to expose the lower half of his face in a ruggedly handsome smile.

"hi baby—oof—jesus, someone miss me?"

"mhm," you whined into the black t-shirt clinging to his built torso. shane only chuckled, snaking his strong arms around your waist. you inhaled him then; a delightful fragrance of smoky leather, earth, sweat, the faintest hint of his favorite old spice cologne. it was overwhelmingly shane. your stomach did a flip when you realize the cologne had been freshly spritzed so he didn't smell entirely like a mountain man when he returned to you.

you released him from your iron embrace. the corners of shane's mouth curled up as you pulled away to peer up at him in the way that made his knees weak, though he'd never tell you. as if you were the only one neck-deep in this relationship.

his beautiful tan skin was speckled with dirt from his drive, revealing a slight outline of his sunglasses once you pushed them back through his greying locks to sit on top of his head. he grinned in approval at your outfit choice as he shamelessly checked you out: a bikini and daisy dukes that left little to the imagination. the bikini bottom ties sat high on your hip bone high above the waistline of the jean shorts; so, naturally, shane had to put an embarrassing amount of concentration into not creaming his pants.

shane's hands moved to sit properly on your hips, thumbs kneading your flesh gently. the sensation had you squirming in his lap until, at long last, he dipped his head down to kiss you.

a week. it had only been a week.

yet, now, with shane's lips kissing, nibbling on yours, it felt like a lifetime ago that you'd last seen him. you knew shane couldn't help his absences for his hunts. but fuck, he made you miss him.

a rumble of a laugh escaped shane when you ground your hips against him. he broke your kiss only slightly, lifting his hand to your face and swiping his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, pushing around the mixed saliva coating it.

"yeah? you wanna go for a ride, darlin'?"

shane groaned, watching your pretty head nod up and down. his stiffening dick twitched in his camouflage pants. a stunning smile met your lips and in combination with the summer heat, your beauty had shane's head spinning. his sweet girl that he absolutely does not deserve glimmering like a mirage in the sun.

eager, you found shane's lips again, opening yourself to him as his tongue danced in your mouth. you met it's every swipe and caress with your own, earning you a delighted grunt from the back of shane's throat. he rocked his hips against yours gently, length grazing your clit delightfully. a wanton moan bled into his mouth and shane lapped it up gratefully.

his arms squeezed you now, and he made to stand up. you broke the kiss and shook your head 'no.'

"y'don't wan'me to fuck you, sweetheart?"

"no!" you all but screamed to shane's amusement. "that's not it! i want you here. now."

"baby, i'm fuckin' filthy."

you made a strangled noise, eyebrows drawing together. as if a little dirt had stopped him before! shane knew he didn't stand a chance against your pouting. you rolled your eyes when he sighed, smirk sliding back into place as he gazed down at you.

"she really misses me, huh?" shane's words traveled straight to your core. you didn't miss his patronizing tone, either. but despite yourself, you couldn't disagree when he was grinding into you like that any more than you could deny your damp bikini bottoms. "fingers can only get you so far, right, pretty girl? hmm…she's just so fucking greedy."

your enthusiastic nod made shane mutter a quick "fuck" under his breath. you tore off his canvas overcoat, exposing his muscular arms to your hungry eyes. yes, you thought when your fingers reached shane's belt, she's very fucking greedy indeed.

with a little bit of calculated maneuvering, shane was able to push his pants down his thighs and you were able to ditch your bottoms. he coated his mushroom tip in your slick, relishing in the moan you let out as he entered ever-so-slightly. the lack of proper preparation made the stretch burn more than usual; your sensitive walls slowly yielding inch after inch.

"pussy's so fuckin' tight, good god," shane gasped. "so fuckin' perfect, hmm?"

"shane," you whined, eyes rolling back when he bottomed out. the sick fuck thought of hunting to keep from cumming immediately. "please."

calloused hands held your hips in place, but you bucked against shane's strong hold, desperate for relief.

"easy, girl," he cooed. "'s okay, i know, i know. she needs a reminder of why she puts up with her old man, huh?"

shane chuckled as you clenched around him. tears of pleasure prickled the corners of your eyes. any remaining shame you had died when you awarded him a shy nod.

"fuck, that's good. go 'head, honey, show me how much you missed me."

shane sat back as you lifted your hips, now free of his bruising grip. the drag of his swollen cock within you was magnificent, each ridge and vein lighting up your nerves. your boyfriend let out a low grunt on the third stroke, perfect teeth nearly drawing blood from his lower lip.

you began a gyrating rhythm, fingernails dragging lines down his solid biceps to leave deep red scratches in their wake. the breeze tickled your exposed lower back, reminding you of your natural surroundings. the thought of some poor, lost soul accidentally stumbling upon this scene was shockingly erotic. a new wave gushed between your thighs, your union creating the most vile, obscene noises.

shane swallowed your mewls of pleasure in a mind-numbing kiss. one of his hands cupped your jaw, fingers sliding into your hair, while the other settled possessively on your throat. your breath hitched when his hand on your throat made a 'V' around your windpipe, pressure almost entirely on your arteries. the combination of shane's cockhead pistoning against your cervix and lack of bloodflow to your brain had you seeing stars. each thrust carved a salacious moan from you. shane smirked something wolfish as he began to meet your thrusts from below, doubling the tension in your core.

"that's it. that's my girl," shane growled, relishing in the view of your eyes rolling back in pleasure. "take it. s'all yours, baby."

your answering whimper made shane's cock jump inside you. slipping past the hem of his shirt, your nails traced patterns on his abs; caressing, circling, outlining the slabs of muscle. shane let out a shudder and low moan, lips ghosting the shell of your ear as his thumb moved from the side of your face to stroke your clit.

"f-fuck, shane, i'm close," you said, eyes fluttering shut.

"you better fucking open those pretty eyes and look at me when you cum, sweetheart." the threat in shane's voice promised serious consequences. unfortunately, you were so horny and desperate for him that your eyes shot open instantly. a condescending laugh tickled your neck, where shane laid sweet kisses along your delicate skin. your cheeks burned in embarrassment, but your bouncing pace didn't falter—if anything, it spurred you on.

"s'that big dick feel good, baby? s'it nice and deep?" he taunted, tongue drawing gentle spirals below your ear.

"yes—fuck—'s so deep, shaney," you replied, breathing heavily. "always fuck me so good." the whine of your tone coating his name made shane's balls ache. he hadn't realized how much he missed you, either.

"mm, i know, baby. you gonna cum for me?"

with the mounting pressure in your core, you could barely hear shane over the euphoria, but you nodded pathetically anyway. he groaned, head falling against your shoulder.

"yeah? shit, that pussy's so fucking tight." shane ground out the words between clenched teeth, teetering on his own release.

"shane, please," you begged, trying to pull him ever closer.

"there y'go, baby, that's it. cum all over me, that's it, good girl."

the tension in your core snapped like a worn rubber band and your vision exploded white. wave after wave of pleasure washed over you as you rode it out on shane's cock. your cries echoed through the tranquil woods. shane's orgasm followed not long after, the hand that had been working your clit now holding your hip firmly as he fucked you on him like a fleshlight. the lack of resistance where you were joined sent shane hurtling over the edge. a broken sound met your ears when he throbbed inside you, thrusts getting sloppy.

shane's hand on your throat eased up the pressure as his lips found yours again. your hips and legs were twitching with aftershocks, much to your boyfriend's delight.

"just needed me to take care of you, hmm?" he asked, tapping your chin to answer.

you nodded, but shane stared at you expectantly, brow raised. you flushed brighter under his gaze.

"needed you to take care of me," you repeated with big eyes and shane was done for. his softening cock jerked inside you as your fingers traced his sharp jaw.

his lips claimed yours again, tongue slipping into your mouth with ease. no sooner did your arms wrap around shane's shoulders than did shane pick you up and dismount the atv, staying tucked inside you. a thrilled moan ripped through you, pulling a genuine laugh from shane.

you kissed him feverishly as he flung open the cabin door, not even bothering to close it as he hauled you to the bed. as soon as your back hit the mattress, your legs locked around shane's waist.

"fuck, baby, so wet," shane grumbled against your lips. his blonde brows were drawn together in overstimulation, thrusting shallowly. "she needs more?"

you hummed, taking shane's lower lip between your teeth to pull and nibble on softly. he grunted loudly in response, cock throbbing in tandem. as your tongue and teeth clashed together, shane grew harder and harder inside you, slowly fucking your mixed cum deeper. you felt him everywhere in your body, lighting up your nerves like a christmas tree.

"pussy's squeezin' me so fuckin' good, fuck," shane muttered, "gonna make me fill you up again."

a particularly hard thrust pushed your hips into the mattress and a moan from your throat. the bed creaked as shane began to plow you through the mattress, using it to bounce you on his length. his fingers closed around your right nipple, twisting and pulling it between them. the sensation shot down between your legs like lightning.

"shane!" you moaned, feeling yourself go mindless underneath him. "rightthererightthererightthere, oh god, yesyesyes."

he fucked you with fervor, weighty balls slapping against your ass. lewd sounds filled the room as you made out with shane, both hands cradling his handsome face. shane's pelvis ground perfectly into your swollen clit. he was barely moving now, only pulling out an inch before sliding back in. you'd never felt so full in your life.

"god, you look so pretty takin' me like that, honey," shane whispered. "s'hard to go without, y'know?"

a stunning grin met your lips. you nodded in earnest agreement, knowing that was about as close you would get to getting shane to admit he missed you, too. it filled your heart just the same, seeing the sincerity reflected back in his beautiful hazel eyes.

"i love you, shane maguire," you said, sweet as a peach. shane's face hurt from smiling down at you, a touch of pink in his cheeks, and he looked years younger.

"fucking love you so much," he mumbled into your mouth, hiding in the kiss.

your second orgasm hit you like a train. with no warning, your back arched away from the bed into shane's strong frame. one of his arms slipped underneath you to hold you closer as he fucked you through it. he swallowed your moans with devastating passion.

"mm, right behind you, sweetheart," shane said, unoccupied hand resting on your throat.

pleasure had you on cloud nine and you clung to shane in your sensory overstimulation. you clamped down on him, riding it out. his hips stuttered to a stop as he spilled into you once more with a grunt. sensitive now, shane elected to stay still, forehead pressed against yours. shane's big arms caged your head between them, braced on his elbows as to not entirely crush you. however, he knew you liked his weight on top of you for some strange reason, so he halfway laid on you. you let out a giggle, your exchanged breaths slowing together.

an adoring smile crept onto shane's face as he gazed down at you. the tinge of pink still colored his cheeks when he pecked your forehead and buried his face in your neck. your chest tightened at his rare display of unfiltered affection, knowing you'd be spending the entire morning just like this.

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a/n: unsure of how i act feel about tbh. either way, feeling.......pervy. a formal hello to my fellow shane sluts!!!!! hope u enjoyed <3

pls lmk your thoughts! and as always: inbox is open for yap! :)

xoxo, b

poindextergirl™ 2026. do not feed my work into ai, repost, or translate my work. reblogs are very much appreciated! ♱

[s4ngel]

kyle figuring out that talking about you or to you is an easy way to get under shanes' skin. so he just starts doing it anytime that shane starts to piss him off. one day, kyle's telling you that "you're a good girl, you should get rid of this asshole before he pulls you into his messes."

normally, shane would be ready to throw hands but this time he just finds it funny. when kyle asks why, shane just tells him "it's just, if you knew what she let me do to her every night, you wouldn't be calling her as a good girl anymore." the disgusted look he gets from kyle is worth the angry glare you send him.

probably also tells kyle, when you're not around, that if kyle got a pretty young thing to fuck like he did then it'd probably help pull the stick out his ass...

anon this is so good…. omg…..

kyle probably starts asking if hes forcing you to do these things too… you just awkwardly giggle in response before hurrying back over to shane — a smirk on his face as he grabs your ass gently, shooting kyle a wink over his shoulder. the tables being turned and now kyle is getting slightly annoyed and concerned!!! shane is still ready to throw hands though. ur HIS girl. not Kyles.

i think he’d mock you too, since kyle called you a good girl. fucking the life out of you in his tent in the woods… "you’re such a good girl, huh? look at you.." as hes smirking while spitting on your chest.. you accepting (and loving) every moment..

[carrotlster]

THE UNSEEN BITS

caleb mcdaniel 𝑥 fem!reader

── 1.4k moments between you and caleb that took place in the background of other scenes or that producers cut out.

warnings fluff ༝ romance ༝ flirting ༝ banter ༝ second person pov ༝ no use of y/n though.

𝑚𝑑𝑛𝑖.

era’s thoughts now that caleb’s out of the villa, it’s my time to shine (just kidding) (i’m really not). also i have not proofread anything so bare with me. anyway, enjoy the read. reblogs are much appreciated !! <33

the air was crisp, carrying the clean scent of dew and the distant crash of the ocean waves beyond the villa walls. the group was crowded around the outdoor kitchen, laughing loudly over a ruined batch of pancakes, completely oblivious to everything else. out by the gym, the noise faded into background hum.

caleb was in the middle of a set of pull-ups, his movements controlled, smooth, and deliberately slow. his back muscles flexed under a light sheen of sweat, the grey fabric of his workout shorts riding low on his hips. you sat on a nearby adjustable bench, a skipping rope draped loosely across your lap, keeping your eyes on him rather than the group gathering in the kitchen.

as caleb finished his final rep, he dropped lightly to the rubber-matted floor, exhaling a long, steady breath. he grabbed a white towel from the rack, wiping his brow as he walked over to you, completely ignoring the conversation happening across the lawn. instead of grabbing his own water bottle, he reached for yours, taking a long sip before handing it back to you.

"you're slacking over here." he teased, his voice still carrying that low, gravelly morning texture that hadn't yet been worn down by a day of socializing. he sat on the ground in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your legs. "i thought we were supposed to be training partners."

"i am training." you countered smoothly, your eyes flickered towards corbin and kc approaching the gym before meeting his gaze. "i'm supervising. it's an essential role. someone has to make sure your form doesn't slip."

caleb laughed, a genuine, unforced sound that usually got drowned out whenever the whole villa was crowded into one room. he pulled at your legs, signaling you closer.

"is that so? and how's my form looking, coach?"

"acceptable." you whispered, your eyes dancing with mischief as you reached down, using the corner of your own towel to gently dab away a stray drop of sweat from his temple. your other hand lingered at the nape of his neck, your fingers playing with the hair there. "but i think you need to focus less on the weights and more on your distractions."

"you're the only distraction i have to worry about in this place." caleb murmured softly. he propped his chin on your knee for a second, closing his eyes just to enjoy the absolute stillness of your specific corner. down by the kitchen, a blender whirred to life and the laughter got louder, but right here, it was just the two of you.

down on the main deck, a group was playing a chaotic, screaming game of pool dibble, the splashes punctuating the heavy heat meanwhile you and caleb had successfully retreated upward.

he was lying flat on his back in soul ties, one arm bent behind his head, his face illuminated by the warm light. you sat cross-legged beside his torso, a piece of paper filled with frantic handwritten games of tic-tac-toe, mash, and half-finished drawings of the islanders, resting in your lap, the ink smudging slightly in the heat.

"okay, be honest." you murmured, tapping the back of her pen against your chin as you looked down at him, trying to speak over the sudden burst of cheers from the pool below. "if you had to pick one person in this villa to survive a zombie apocalypse with—excluding me, because that's the obvious choice—who is it and why?"

caleb didn't open his eyes immediately. a slow, deeply amused smile spread across his face, his jaw shifting as he gave the question genuine thought. "excluding you? that makes it tough." he cracked one eye open, looking up at you with a lazy glimmer in his eyes. "i'm probably picking marcus. the guy who fixes our mics. he looks like he knows how to wire a generator in the dark."

"that is a massive cop-out, caleb." you laughed, leaning down to poke his chest with the capped end of your pen, keeping your voice low so it wouldn't carry down to the deck. "you have to pick an islander. those are the rules."

"you just made those rules up." caleb said, his hand reaching out from his side to wrap around your wrist, gently stopping you from poking him again. instead of letting go, his fingers slid down to interlace with yours, forcing you to drop the pen, and pulling your hand down until it rested flat against his ribs. "but if i have to play the game... i’d pick nobody. i’d just find a quiet corner, wait it out while everyone else fight over the food."

you let out a short snort, shaking your head as you leaned your weight forward, resting your forearms on his chest and looking down at him. "you are entirely too serious for this."

"grounded," caleb corrected softly, his other hand coming up to gently push your hair behind your shoulder. his thumb lingered on your cheekbone, his touch incredibly light, completely contrasting his large frame. "grounded is the word. someone's got to keep our heads level in this place. look at you, you're already planning for the end of the world on a tuesday afternoon."

"only because the alternative is listening to bryce and zach flirt for the fourth time today," you whispered, your eyes softening as you leaned down just an inch closer, your breath brushing his lips.

caleb didn't answer with words. he just shifted his grip on your hand, pulling you down into a slow, unhurried kiss that tasted faintly of the coconut water you'd been drinking all afternoon. below the balcony, the pool game continued with another loud splash and a chorus of groans, but up on the daybed, it was just a quiet moment wrapped in kisses and lazy banter.

  you and caleb had taken to inventing your own entertainment while the others bickered in the distance.

you were lying side-by-side in ‘my type on paper’, ostensibly napping under the shade while the rest of the villa busy getting ready for the evening. your head was pillowed on his bicep, your fingers idly tracing the seams of his swim trunks.

"alright, your turn." you whispered, your voice low enough that it wouldn't carry across the lawn. "track four on the playlist for the drive home from the airport."

caleb closed his eyes, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he played the mental jukebox in his head, tuning out the sound of a hair dryer buzzing from the girls' dressing room upstairs. "track four has to be classic r&b. something smooth like ‘burn’ by usher."

"caleb" you said, sounding mock-offended, though a grin tugged at the corner of your lips. "i fully expected you to hit me with some luke combs or morgan wallen." you teased, tilting your head up to look at him. "what do you know about usher?"

caleb let out a low rumble of a laugh, the vibration moving through his chest right beneath your cheek. he opened one eye, giving you a playful, knowing look. "first of all, ouch. second of all, i have layers. you can't just pigeonhole me into country music because i look the part."

"oh, really?" you raised an eyebrow, shifting slightly to rest your chin on his chest. "so you're saying you've got soul?"

 "i’m saying ‘burn’ is a masterpiece." he corrected smoothly before you could reply, caleb cleared his throatkeeping his voice down so it wouldn't carry to the production crew, but putting his absolute all into the delivery, he started singing directly to you.

"tell me why i should stay in this relationship" he sang, his voice dropping into a dramatic, hushed falsetto right against your ear."when i'm hurting, baby… i ain't happy, baby..."

“i think that you should let it burn…” your jaw dropped, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle him before a producer caught on.

caleb’s eyes snapped open, sparkling with pure mischief as he kissed the palm of your hand until you pulled it away. "see? i got soul," he whispered, his thumb resuming its slow circle against your shoulder. "besides, we need a breather after being trapped on an island with twenty people screaming over who left the toilet seat open. usher brings the peace."

you laughed softly, watching a few of the guys walk around the corner toward the kitchen, completely oblivious to your conversation. "fine. i'll give you usher. but track five is mine."

"lay it on me," caleb murmured, closing his eyes again, content to just melt into the heat of the afternoon and the quiet rhythm of your voice as you both let the rest of the villa fade away entirely.

carrotlster  ©

[heavenlybarnesss]

MDNI, 18+

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Thinking about in S4 when they’re at family dinner eating ribs and Deran is like ‘Pope, slow down.’ Imagine reader lovesss to cook and on his days he fights in the ring, you always make sure Pope comes home to a big homemade meal. You’re skipping around butt ass naked in a lil’ frilly white apron with strawberries all over it - and pretty red pumps to match. Each time you walk over to top off his water or replace his beer, he grabs a handful of your ass. He massages it while you dote on him, and gives it a smack as you saunter back to the kitchen - leaving fingerprints of whatever sauce he’s been sucking off his fingers on your ass cheek. 🥵

In the morning you’d make him an omelette with bacon and eggs, coffee and fresh squeezed orange juice. You set it down in front of him with a couple advil and a sweet kiss to his cheek. When he’s done, you take his empty plate and start the dishes. He comes up behind you and spins you around to face him. His beefy, veiny arms lift you on top of the counter.

“What are you-? Andrew!” You squeal, squeezing his shoulders tight while he picks you up like it’s nothing.

“Not finished eating, baby. Need something sweet.” He crouches down til he’s eye level with your pussy. He looks up at you with intense, hazel eyes surrounded by swollen cuts and purple bruises. His eyes are glassy as he holds your gaze for a moment, before diving into your glistening cunt. Your hands reach for his curls, tugging them as your back arches against the kitchen cabinets.

He eats your pussy like he didn’t just have breakfast seconds, just absolutely fucking devours it. He’s swirling his tongue around your folds while sucking on your puffy clit. And while he looks all dark and brooding with his injuries, he gets insecure and keeps looking up at you every so often to ensure he’s making you feel good.

“Oh Andy, yes! Right there,” you moan, giving him the reassurance he needs. He pulls away to put one finger - then two - into your sopping cunt. His chest vibrates with a low groan watching you clench around his thick digits, the squelching sound music to his ears. He puts his mouth back on your clit, resuming his previous movements while pumping his fingers in and out of you. It’s slow at first to get you used to them, and then he picks up the pace and curls his fingers, eliciting a particularly high pitched whine from you. You push his head down a little out of excitement, shoving his face deeper into your weepy pussy.

Pretty soon you’re coming undone on his mouth and fingers, legs squirming over his shoulders. He eats you through your orgasm, lapping and slurping up every last drop. When he’s finished he licks his fingers, savoring the taste of you. He was right, you were sweet. He presses soft kisses against the insides of your shaky thighs, nuzzling his nose into the plushy skin. He stands and helps you climb off the counter.

“Wrap your legs ‘round me, sweet girl.” You do as you’re told and wrap your legs around his waist. “Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up.” Safe to say you had round two in the shower - back pressed against the ceramic tile while he’s holding you up off the ground in the position you’re in now - fucking up into you and tearing up when he cums inside because he just can’t believe he has the love of a woman like you.

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[conleches]

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

body language masterlist

a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

550 words to say instead of fuckin said

638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

some more body language help 

[bellero]

REBLOG TO SAVE A WRITER

[bloodiedskirtts]

thinking thoughts about this picture...

Thinking about how the Cody boys notice the new girl at one of their parties. and they all try their charms on you.

Baz is first, offering to get you a drink. You shake your head. Not interested. You're not stupid, know he has a girlfriend. You have no interest in being the other woman.

Craig tries to impress you by jumping off the roof and into the pool. You frown as his entrance causes the pool water to splash onto your new bikini. You just roll you eyes and smooth your hair down.

Even J tries. He's way too young for you. Still got his baby face.

The boys are confused. This has never happened before. All of them getting turned down. How the fuck did this pretty little thing even know to come to the party if you're not trying to hook up with one of them.

They watch from the kitchen as you finally stand up from the sun lounger. Watch the soft bounce of your breasts against your bikini as you walk into the house. You suck in your lower lip before your whole face lights up. You all but run into the den where the eldest Cody boy is sitting nursing a whiskey.

Pope's arm is stretched across the back of the couch. You curl your whole body into him, pulling your feet under you as you cuddle into him. You stretch up to kiss him before resting your head on his chest. His hand moves then to wrap around you, slowly dragging his fingers up and down your arm.

The brother who Baz had snarled that no one would have a kid with. The brother they all thought was just a bit off-kilter. The brother they all thought would never get a woman to dote on him.

Well here he sits with the girl they all want draped around him.

[ohangeleyes]

alright, i'll be the one to say it. ao3 and tumblr becoming "mainstream" did so much damage to the community and the writers. i have seen loads of videos and posts about:

1. people hating on writers and fics. writing is something we do for free and for fun. if you stumble upon a fanfic that isn't necessarily your cup of tea or you just don't like, scroll. dont read it. literally leave their page. you don't know if this could be the author's first work that they're so excited about, you dont know if the language they're writing in isn't their first language, you dont know that the writer could be a literal teen and loads of other reasons. fanfictions don't HAVE to be perfect. you write what you want to write because we do it for fun and enjoyment and we want to share that to the world. seriously, what is the wrong with that?..

2. x reader consumers getting WAY too entitled. the number of tiktoks i've seen that say "i run a strict program when it comes to reading fanfics." girl you aint running shit. this is FAN FICTION you're reading. F A N F I C T I O N. there is no denying that most fanfiction writes are beyond talented but just because you read one fanfic that exceeds your expectations doesn't give you the right to talk down on others that don't. people have their own personal writing style, their way of doing things and you talking shit on that isn't right.

at the end of the day, we are all humans, reading and writing is what we do and what we're meant to do. and for you to talk shit about a person WRITING is so insane. we are humans. not some robots that you can tell what to do so you can consume it.

i've seen so so many authors take down their fanfics and losing all motivation to write because of a hate comment. DONT LIKE DONT READ‼️

and to every author reading this, this community values your work and your contribution. we love u and, please, never let anyone's negative words have an effect on you.

[clawxmoon]

⏾˚ shane maguire!bf headcanons

shane who's an asshole to everyone but has a soft spot for you. he's the type of boyfriend to have a cold stare 24/7 but as soon as he sees you, his face softens. everyone always asks how you made a man like that to fall in love with you but you don't know. he just felt a spark with you the first time you met and pursued you ever since.

shane tries, really tries so hard to act tough with you but his facade comes apart the second he looks at your pretty eyes. part of him is just used to being mean and sarcastic with people but he just can't bring himself to give you a cold shoulder, especially for no reason.

shane who's amazing at holding eye contact. he enjoys staring at you and your features a bit too much for his liking. he starts scanning your eyes, nose, cheeks, lips whenever you're talking to somebody else. the thing is, he gets distracted without noticing. he could be in a group conversation inspecting you who's at the opposite side of the room - people around him notice and tease him.

shane loves any type of physical contact and does not give a shit about what other people think. he especially enjoys playing with your hair, curling it between his fingers. you get mad at him for messing up your hard work but it's an instinct - he can't stop. if his hands aren't on your hair then they're either resting on your lower back or on your shoulder.

shane doesn't like to admit that he loves nuzzling his face in your neck. especially late at night right before he's about to fall asleep. you just smell so good and your skin is so soft and he can't help it. if you ever mention it, he will either ignore you or bite back with some sarcastic comeback.

shane who's voice softens when he speaks with you. you don't even notice until your friends mention it - they were caught off guard when they heard him talking with you. he certainly didn't sound like that usually. after that you start noticing it too. for example, his voice is deep and raspy when he's talking to a waiter and as soon as you're in the picture, his voice just changes to a softer, gentler tone. you figured out he does it unintentionally because he didn't know what you meant.

shane does a lot of things that make your heart skip a beat. however, when he leans down on your level, tilts his head and teasingly asks "oh, yeah?" it makes your whole being go wild. your cheeks are flushed, your stomach's feeling butterflies. your whole body has a reaction whenever he's flirty. and another thing - whenever you're in the way - he always moves you aside with a hand on your waist and it makes you feel things.

shane is a type of boyfriend who ties your shoelaces and zips up your jacket. he just does it instinctively and you can't even complain. he also lets you fidget with his hands and lay your head on his shoulder whenever you feel stressed. shane never says no to you ever if you ask to borrow his jacket when you're cold outside.

shane may not seem like a husband material to everyone else but he's a fixer at home. if something is broken at home, best to know he'll fix it. you could be breaking down, not knowing how to solve the problem and as soon as you tell him about it, he's locked in. "I'll take care of it" he calms you.

shane who hates when people bother you. if someone is making you uncomfortable, he doesn’t care who they are. friends, strangers, people twice his size - they’re all getting the exact same cold stare. he won’t always say something right away. sometimes just standing beside you is enough. there’s something about the way he looks at people that makes them suddenly remember somewhere else they need to be.

shane who can never stay annoyed at you for long. maybe you’re teasing him, maybe you stole something of his again, maybe you’re trying not to laugh while he’s pretending to be serious. he’ll cross his arms and tell you to knock it off, but the moment you smile at him, whatever point he was trying to make completely disappears.

shane who secretly keeps things that remind him of you. little notes, random pictures, a hair tie you forgot about months ago. if anyone found out, he’d deny it until his last breath. but every single one of those things ends up tucked away somewhere safe because throwing them out never feels right.

shane who looks at you differently than he looks at anyone else. it’s subtle enough that he thinks nobody notices, but they do. there’s a softness there that only appears when you’re around, like all the sharp edges of his personality smooth out for a second. he could spend the entire day acting like the world annoys him, but the second his eyes find you, it’s obvious you’ve always been his favorite person.

[holeinthemattress]

shane with a pretty lil thing that works in a small diner close to the park. takes you to work in his beat-up pickup, kisses you long and slow before giving you a swat on the ass with a promise of more later.

picks you up too, leaning against the hood while he waits for your shift to end. likes watching you though the windows, how unaware you are like this. definitely gets a bit jealous of the smiles you give to patrons but is quickly forgetting that once you practically skip out the door and launch yourself into his arms.

kisses you deep, shoving his tongue into your mouth and groping your ass. you’ll have to be the one to pull away, cheeks flushed and telling him to save it for home. he can’t help himself and will give your ass another squeeze as you climb into the car.

you’ll glare and call him a perv, though there’s no real malice behind it. he’ll simply grin and shoot you a wink.

he feels up on your thigh the whole way home and will probably dip his hand into your panties to play with your clit. if you’re lucky, he’ll keep one hand on the wheel while the other plunges two thick fingers into your weeping cunt ♡

[i00que]

Shane with a controversially young girlfriend but anytime someone mentions it she’s defending him and telling everyone how good he takes care of her. Not even realizing it sounds like she means in bed.

INTAKE FORM ── SHANE / SIMPLE GIRLFRIEND .

WARNINGS : fluff, no smut, everyone finds it funny but her, shane maguire is a dirty old man.

CONFIDENTIAL MATERIAL ── 18+ ONLY.

naya is the first casualty.

you're helping her restock the first aid cabine; you're not sure why, it just seemed like the right thing to do. and you're telling her about the weekend because she asked, which you will remind her of later.

"he had me out there for hours," you say, handing her a roll of bandage. "like genuinely, naya, hours. my legs were shaking."

naya's hand pauses.

"he just kept going," you continue. "i kept thinking okay, surely, surely we're done. and then he'd look at me and just—" you shake your head. "back at it."

"back at it," naya says.

"at some point i said shane i need a break and he handed me a granola bar and waited like four minutes and then looked at me like well?" you laugh. "four minutes. that's not a break, that's a taunt."

naya is holding the bandage roll very tightly.

"and the thing is i never actually want to stop," you say. "like while it's happening i'm fully present, i'm so into it. it's only the next morning that i think maybe i should have some limits."

"some limits," naya says.

"he thinks that's hilarious by the way. my limits. he finds them very funny."

naya puts the bandage roll down on the shelf and stares at it.

"the trail," she says. "you're talking about the trail."

you frown. "obviously? you're so weird," you tell her, and hand her the gauze.

you tell shane that evening and he laughs so hard he has to put his coffee down.

not a short laugh either. a real one, the kind that takes over his whole face, which you don't see often enough that you've stopped finding it startling.

"it's not funny," you say.

"sweetheart," he says.

"she genuinely thought—"

"i know what she thought."

"about us—"

"yeah."

"while i was talking about the trail—"

"the trail," shane says, still grinning, and picks his coffee back up.

you point at him. "you think this is funny."

"i think it's very funny."

"it's not."

"it really is." he looks at you over the rim of his mug, warm and entertained in a way that he mostly saves for you, when no one else is watching. "you gonna do it again?"

"obviously not."

you do it again the next day, to kyle, completely by accident.

in your defense, kyle asks.

he says how was your weekend in the tone of a man who does not actually want an answer but has been raised to ask, and you say good, really good, exhausting and then unfortunately you keep talking.

"shane's relentless," you say. "like i have never met anyone with that kind of endurance. it should be illegal, honestly, the things he can do with—"

"i'm good," kyle says.

"—his sense of direction. i had no idea where we were half the time. i was completely turned around."

kyle is staring at a fixed point on the horizon.

"and he just knew. every time. exactly where to go, exactly what to do." you nod. "it's the ranger thing, i think. or the army thing. either way."

"the army thing," kyle says.

"he's so precise," you say earnestly. "like nothing is by accident with him. every decision is completely intentional."

kyle closes his eyes for a very brief moment.

"he told me that's how he's always been," you continue. "that he doesn't like to do anything halfway." you pause. "actually his exact words were i don't quit until the job's done."

kyle makes a sound that is not a word.

"which honestly explains a lot," you say.

"does it."

"about why i'm always so tired."

kyle turns and walks away at a normal pace that somehow reads as fleeing.

you watch him go.

so weird, you think.

you tell shane about kyle over dinner and shane has to get up from the table.

he stands at the kitchen counter for a moment with his shoulders shaking and you say shane and he holds up one finger, asking for a moment, which you give him because you're generous.

"he just walked away," you say.

"yeah," shane manages.

"mid-conversation."

"i'm aware."

"i was being nice."

"you were sweetheart," he agrees, turning back around, and he's got the grin fully under control now but his eyes are doing the thing they do, bright and a little helpless, that you have decided is your favourite thing on his face. "you were being very nice."

"what is wrong with everyone here."

"nothing," he says. "they're perfectly normal."

"they're all so strange."

"sweetheart," he says, coming back to sit down, and the way he says it has something in it that makes you narrow your eyes.

"what."

"nothing."

"shane."

"eat your dinner."

it's carol at the general store who finally breaks you.

you go in for coffee and she asks how things are going and you say great, really great, shane took me out all weekend and she gets a look on her face that has become, you're realizing, a specific look. one you've seen before. on naya. on kyle. on the two rangers who were with kyle last thursday when you mentioned that shane always makes sure you finish before he—

before he packs up, you'd said, and they'd both suddenly needed to check on something.

you stand in carol's general store and you look at her face and something, slowly, begins to dawn.

"carol," you say.

"yes honey."

"do people think that i'm — that when i talk about shane, that i mean—"

carol says nothing. she is a wise woman.

you think about naya and the bandage roll. you think about kyle walking away. you think about what you said to the two rangers about packing up.

"oh my god," you say.

"there she is," carol says.

you drive back to the cabin with your jaw tight and your face hot and when you walk in shane is at the table cleaning a rifle with the particular focused quiet that usually you find very attractive and right now you find extremely irritating.

"did you know!" your voice is a high, flustered screech. you think you hear a bird fly away at the noise.

he looks up.

"everyone thinks—" you gesture broadly "—when i talk about the trails—"

the corner of his mouth moves.

"shane."

"sweetheart—"

"did you know this whole time."

he sets the rifle down. he gives this the consideration it deserves, which takes about two seconds. "yeah," he says. "pretty much from the start."

"and you didn't tell me."

"you were having such a good time."

you stare at him. "i was mortifying myself."

"you were adorable."

"i told kyle you don't quit until the job's done."

shane bites the inside of his cheek very hard. "i know. he texted me."

"he texted you?!"

"to say thank you, i think. or to warn me. hard to tell with kyle." he stands up, still doing the cheek thing, still fighting it, and crosses to where you're standing with your arms crossed and your face doing something complicated. he puts his hands on your waist. "hey."

"don't hey me."

"you're so cute when you're embarrassed."

"i'm not embarrassed, i'm furious, there's a difference."

"there really isn't," he says, and ducks down to press his mouth against your temple, your cheek, the corner of your jaw, slow and easy and deeply unfair, and you feel the laugh he's been holding in finally escape against your skin, quiet and warm, and he says into your hair: "for what it's worth, they're not wrong."

you go very still.

"about me," he adds, unhelpfully, "not quitting until the job's done."

"shane maguire."

"yeah?"

your face is extremely hot.

"you're the worst."

"mm." he presses a kiss to your cheek. still smiling, you can feel it. "how are your knees, by the way. from the trail."

"i hate you."

"your words," he grins, "not mine."

[mayhemi]

thinking about shane maguire fucking you in his little tent in the middle of the woods.

your back is pressed against the hard cot on his camo sheets, he's covering your mouth with his big hand and cooing at you when your whimpering gets too loud, like he isn't literally splitting you open. "shhh shhh, gotta be quiet f'r me, right baby?" he grins wickedly at your feverish nodding, always so compliant for him. "thaaaats it, such a good girl" he kisses all over your face, nipping at the sensitive skin on your neck as he feels you moan into his palm and drool on him. he doesn't mind.

your tummy is bulging with each thrust, and it only spurs him on. he rubs your sensitive, puffy clit until your legs shake, thrusts becoming sloppier and quicker as his balls draw up. he nearly cums on the spot when he feels your gummy walls clenching and fluttering around his cock, this being your 5th orgasm. "there we go.." he'll fuck into you a few more times before spilling inside of you with a grunt, his hand tightening on your face for a fraction. the feeling of his hot, sticky release filling you up is one you'll never get used to. but he'll make you get used to it.

"such a sweet girl, hm?" he'll praise you almost condescendingly, pulling out and letting his cum seep out of you before cleaning you up with a stray rag. he'll make you say you're his, even if you're panting and recovering from your orgasm. he slaps your flushed cheek lightly to break you out of your fucked-out state, trying to get your big glossy doe eyes to look at him.

and once you finally mutter out that soft, raspy, "m'yours, shane...", he'll scoop you up into his big arms and kiss you goodnight, muttering about how fucking good you are for him, how you took him so well, how you're his perfect girl.

[ssaweetie]

Shane maguire Dating Headcannons<3 +Nsfw

Doesn’t do dates that much, so tries to incorporate you into his routine. Takes you on his hunting trips, getting you those canned cocktails n stuff while getting his beer to fill the cooler.

Definitely one of those guys who complain if there isn’t some sort of meat at meals. Happens rarely though, since he makes sure to bring some sort of protein always.

Very… icky in a sense, not border unhygienic but will happily let you use his toothbrush if you asked.

He likes it when you’re a little bratty with him, talking down at him. Gets him hard a little.

Braids your hair with a scoff, complaining that your hair is in the way.

Very skilled with his hands, will gladly help with your necklaces being stuck together and stuff.

When he camps and sleeps in the tent with you, teases that coyotes will come down from all your whining.

Lets you use his bicep as a pillow, and bite and chew at his arm, and leave few bite marks.

Very keen on pussy inspections, taking you over his lap. He knows his baby is always good, but it doesnt hurt to check!! He loves how it puts you right to sleep when you’re fussy. Or he needs you asleep so he can get shit done.

So- no scratch that too possesive. Gets you his initials everything. Anklet, bracelet, necklace, you name it.

Very possesive of his stuff and territory too, always marks up his stuff so everyone knows its his. And its not a surprise to anybody when you are marked up as well.

I think he’d fish sometimes, not religiously or anything but knows when its the best season for fish and goes fishing. Brings you too sometimes, spending the time making out waiting for a fish to catch the bait.

Claims he prefers dogs, but no, secretly one of those cat dads who pretends to not want the cat but end up falling in love with it.

Not really a marriage guy, you can move in together and all of that but never truly goes all the way.

Unless you plant the idea yourself he wont propose.

He got into a habit of reading after you. One night he was peering over your shoulder per usual while you read and the book seemed to catch his attention.

So after that, you made sure to accidentally leave the books he may like out in the open near him.

Surprisingly doesn’t get into that many fights when he is with you, but he dials the passive aggressiveness to hundred percent. So as long as its not you the problem is about he tolerates it.

[poindextergirl]

sunday morning - s. maguire

first piece 4 shane kinda nervy.......pls accept my humble offering...this came to me in a vision ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉

tags: bf!shane maguire x afab!reader, established relationship, implied age gap (unspecified), explicit sexual content, dry humping, choking, outdoor sex, voyeurism (??), unprotected p-in-v (ur sick of me saying it but wrap it fr), praise (both receiving), degradation (f receiving), shane gives reader's cunt pronouns <3, creampie, c0ckwarming, shane carries reader into cabin without slipping out, two rounds, intentional lowercase, fluff, shane's a loser in love, they're def round 3-ing after idk

summary: shane returns to your shared cabin after a week-long, irritating hunt on his atv and he looks....good. ⊗

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the familiar roar of an engine grew louder outside the suffocating four walls of your cabin and your smile grew with it. finally. you leapt across the small cabin floor, cursing the raw excitement that made you drop your book and trip over your feet as you raced to the door. you threw it open just in time to see your boyfriend break through the treeline, perched on his atv, speeding toward you. with a beaming smile, you sprinted in his direction — shoes be damned — to meet him in the middle of the dirt driveway.

shane barely had a moment to throw the atv in park before you threw your body weight on him, arms wrapped lovingly and suffocatingly around his dewy throat. the impact tugged his handkerchief from around his nose to expose the lower half of his face in a ruggedly handsome smile.

"hi baby—oof—jesus, someone miss me?"

"mhm," you whined into the black t-shirt clinging to his built torso. shane only chuckled, snaking his strong arms around your waist. you inhaled him then; a delightful fragrance of smoky leather, earth, sweat, the faintest hint of his favorite old spice cologne. it was overwhelmingly shane. your stomach did a flip when you realize the cologne had been freshly spritzed so he didn't smell entirely like a mountain man when he returned to you.

you released him from your iron embrace. the corners of shane's mouth curled up as you pulled away to peer up at him in the way that made his knees weak, though he'd never tell you. as if you were the only one neck-deep in this relationship.

his beautiful tan skin was speckled with dirt from his drive, revealing a slight outline of his sunglasses once you pushed them back through his greying locks to sit on top of his head. he grinned in approval at your outfit choice as he shamelessly checked you out: a bikini and daisy dukes that left little to the imagination. the bikini bottom ties sat high on your hip bone high above the waistline of the jean shorts; so, naturally, shane had to put an embarrassing amount of concentration into not creaming his pants.

shane's hands moved to sit properly on your hips, thumbs kneading your flesh gently. the sensation had you squirming in his lap until, at long last, he dipped his head down to kiss you.

a week. it had only been a week.

yet, now, with shane's lips kissing, nibbling on yours, it felt like a lifetime ago that you'd last seen him. you knew shane couldn't help his absences for his hunts. but fuck, he made you miss him.

a rumble of a laugh escaped shane when you ground your hips against him. he broke your kiss only slightly, lifting his hand to your face and swiping his thumb over your swollen bottom lip, pushing around the mixed saliva coating it.

"yeah? you wanna go for a ride, darlin'?"

shane groaned, watching your pretty head nod up and down. his stiffening dick twitched in his camouflage pants. a stunning smile met your lips and in combination with the summer heat, your beauty had shane's head spinning. his sweet girl that he absolutely does not deserve glimmering like a mirage in the sun.

eager, you found shane's lips again, opening yourself to him as his tongue danced in your mouth. you met it's every swipe and caress with your own, earning you a delighted grunt from the back of shane's throat. he rocked his hips against yours gently, length grazing your clit delightfully. a wanton moan bled into his mouth and shane lapped it up gratefully.

his arms squeezed you now, and he made to stand up. you broke the kiss and shook your head 'no.'

"y'don't wan'me to fuck you, sweetheart?"

"no!" you all but screamed to shane's amusement. "that's not it! i want you here. now."

"baby, i'm fuckin' filthy."

you made a strangled noise, eyebrows drawing together. as if a little dirt had stopped him before! shane knew he didn't stand a chance against your pouting. you rolled your eyes when he sighed, smirk sliding back into place as he gazed down at you.

"she really misses me, huh?" shane's words traveled straight to your core. you didn't miss his patronizing tone, either. but despite yourself, you couldn't disagree when he was grinding into you like that any more than you could deny your damp bikini bottoms. "fingers can only get you so far, right, pretty girl? hmm…she's just so fucking greedy."

your enthusiastic nod made shane mutter a quick "fuck" under his breath. you tore off his canvas overcoat, exposing his muscular arms to your hungry eyes. yes, you thought when your fingers reached shane's belt, she's very fucking greedy indeed.

with a little bit of calculated maneuvering, shane was able to push his pants down his thighs and you were able to ditch your bottoms. he coated his mushroom tip in your slick, relishing in the moan you let out as he entered ever-so-slightly. the lack of proper preparation made the stretch burn more than usual; your sensitive walls slowly yielding inch after inch.

"pussy's so fuckin' tight, good god," shane gasped. "so fuckin' perfect, hmm?"

"shane," you whined, eyes rolling back when he bottomed out. the sick fuck thought of hunting to keep from cumming immediately. "please."

calloused hands held your hips in place, but you bucked against shane's strong hold, desperate for relief.

"easy, girl," he cooed. "'s okay, i know, i know. she needs a reminder of why she puts up with her old man, huh?"

shane chuckled as you clenched around him. tears of pleasure prickled the corners of your eyes. any remaining shame you had died when you awarded him a shy nod.

"fuck, that's good. go 'head, honey, show me how much you missed me."

shane sat back as you lifted your hips, now free of his bruising grip. the drag of his swollen cock within you was magnificent, each ridge and vein lighting up your nerves. your boyfriend let out a low grunt on the third stroke, perfect teeth nearly drawing blood from his lower lip.

you began a gyrating rhythm, fingernails dragging lines down his solid biceps to leave deep red scratches in their wake. the breeze tickled your exposed lower back, reminding you of your natural surroundings. the thought of some poor, lost soul accidentally stumbling upon this scene was shockingly erotic. a new wave gushed between your thighs, your union creating the most vile, obscene noises.

shane swallowed your mewls of pleasure in a mind-numbing kiss. one of his hands cupped your jaw, fingers sliding into your hair, while the other settled possessively on your throat. your breath hitched when his hand on your throat made a 'V' around your windpipe, pressure almost entirely on your arteries. the combination of shane's cockhead pistoning against your cervix and lack of bloodflow to your brain had you seeing stars. each thrust carved a salacious moan from you. shane smirked something wolfish as he began to meet your thrusts from below, doubling the tension in your core.

"that's it. that's my girl," shane growled, relishing in the view of your eyes rolling back in pleasure. "take it. s'all yours, baby."

your answering whimper made shane's cock jump inside you. slipping past the hem of his shirt, your nails traced patterns on his abs; caressing, circling, outlining the slabs of muscle. shane let out a shudder and low moan, lips ghosting the shell of your ear as his thumb moved from the side of your face to stroke your clit.

"f-fuck, shane, i'm close," you said, eyes fluttering shut.

"you better fucking open those pretty eyes and look at me when you cum, sweetheart." the threat in shane's voice promised serious consequences. unfortunately, you were so horny and desperate for him that your eyes shot open instantly. a condescending laugh tickled your neck, where shane laid sweet kisses along your delicate skin. your cheeks burned in embarrassment, but your bouncing pace didn't falter—if anything, it spurred you on.

"s'that big dick feel good, baby? s'it nice and deep?" he taunted, tongue drawing gentle spirals below your ear.

"yes—fuck—'s so deep, shaney," you replied, breathing heavily. "always fuck me so good." the whine of your tone coating his name made shane's balls ache. he hadn't realized how much he missed you, either.

"mm, i know, baby. you gonna cum for me?"

with the mounting pressure in your core, you could barely hear shane over the euphoria, but you nodded pathetically anyway. he groaned, head falling against your shoulder.

"yeah? shit, that pussy's so fucking tight." shane ground out the words between clenched teeth, teetering on his own release.

"shane, please," you begged, trying to pull him ever closer.

"there y'go, baby, that's it. cum all over me, that's it, good girl."

the tension in your core snapped like a worn rubber band and your vision exploded white. wave after wave of pleasure washed over you as you rode it out on shane's cock. your cries echoed through the tranquil woods. shane's orgasm followed not long after, the hand that had been working your clit now holding your hip firmly as he fucked you on him like a fleshlight. the lack of resistance where you were joined sent shane hurtling over the edge. a broken sound met your ears when he throbbed inside you, thrusts getting sloppy.

shane's hand on your throat eased up the pressure as his lips found yours again. your hips and legs were twitching with aftershocks, much to your boyfriend's delight.

"just needed me to take care of you, hmm?" he asked, tapping your chin to answer.

you nodded, but shane stared at you expectantly, brow raised. you flushed brighter under his gaze.

"needed you to take care of me," you repeated with big eyes and shane was done for. his softening cock jerked inside you as your fingers traced his sharp jaw.

his lips claimed yours again, tongue slipping into your mouth with ease. no sooner did your arms wrap around shane's shoulders than did shane pick you up and dismount the atv, staying tucked inside you. a thrilled moan ripped through you, pulling a genuine laugh from shane.

you kissed him feverishly as he flung open the cabin door, not even bothering to close it as he hauled you to the bed. as soon as your back hit the mattress, your legs locked around shane's waist.

"fuck, baby, so wet," shane grumbled against your lips. his blonde brows were drawn together in overstimulation, thrusting shallowly. "she needs more?"

you hummed, taking shane's lower lip between your teeth to pull and nibble on softly. he grunted loudly in response, cock throbbing in tandem. as your tongue and teeth clashed together, shane grew harder and harder inside you, slowly fucking your mixed cum deeper. you felt him everywhere in your body, lighting up your nerves like a christmas tree.

"pussy's squeezin' me so fuckin' good, fuck," shane muttered, "gonna make me fill you up again."

a particularly hard thrust pushed your hips into the mattress and a moan from your throat. the bed creaked as shane began to plow you through the mattress, using it to bounce you on his length. his fingers closed around your right nipple, twisting and pulling it between them. the sensation shot down between your legs like lightning.

"shane!" you moaned, feeling yourself go mindless underneath him. "rightthererightthererightthere, oh god, yesyesyes."

he fucked you with fervor, weighty balls slapping against your ass. lewd sounds filled the room as you made out with shane, both hands cradling his handsome face. shane's pelvis ground perfectly into your swollen clit. he was barely moving now, only pulling out an inch before sliding back in. you'd never felt so full in your life.

"god, you look so pretty takin' me like that, honey," shane whispered. "s'hard to go without, y'know?"

a stunning grin met your lips. you nodded in earnest agreement, knowing that was about as close you would get to getting shane to admit he missed you, too. it filled your heart just the same, seeing the sincerity reflected back in his beautiful hazel eyes.

"i love you, shane maguire," you said, sweet as a peach. shane's face hurt from smiling down at you, a touch of pink in his cheeks, and he looked years younger.

"fucking love you so much," he mumbled into your mouth, hiding in the kiss.

your second orgasm hit you like a train. with no warning, your back arched away from the bed into shane's strong frame. one of his arms slipped underneath you to hold you closer as he fucked you through it. he swallowed your moans with devastating passion.

"mm, right behind you, sweetheart," shane said, unoccupied hand resting on your throat.

pleasure had you on cloud nine and you clung to shane in your sensory overstimulation. you clamped down on him, riding it out. his hips stuttered to a stop as he spilled into you once more with a grunt. sensitive now, shane elected to stay still, forehead pressed against yours. shane's big arms caged your head between them, braced on his elbows as to not entirely crush you. however, he knew you liked his weight on top of you for some strange reason, so he halfway laid on you. you let out a giggle, your exchanged breaths slowing together.

an adoring smile crept onto shane's face as he gazed down at you. the tinge of pink still colored his cheeks when he pecked your forehead and buried his face in your neck. your chest tightened at his rare display of unfiltered affection, knowing you'd be spending the entire morning just like this.

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a/n: unsure of how i act feel about tbh. either way, feeling.......pervy. a formal hello to my fellow shane sluts!!!!! hope u enjoyed <3

pls lmk your thoughts! and as always: inbox is open for yap! :)

xoxo, b

poindextergirl™ 2026. do not feed my work into ai, repost, or translate my work. reblogs are very much appreciated! ♱

[fru1t4fr0gs]

Somewhere Warm

Pairing: Benjamin “Dex” Poindexter/Bullseye x Reader

Summary: After the events in New York, you and Dex go on the run.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI: Swearing, Smut!! Unprotected pinv (wrap it before you tap it), Dex being Dex, Possessive!Dex, Just two weirdos being absolutely obsessed with each other, Like this man is down bad, Please let me know if I forgot anything!

Author's Note: This was supposed to be so much shorter than it ended up being, but then it morphed itself into smut. Whoopsie daisy

This is an epilogue to Folie a Deux, but it can definitely be read as a stand alone! Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.2k

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“You know,” you hum, eyeing the ticket in your hands. Dex hums back, one arm holding your bag over his shoulder and the other around your middle, a casual, possessive touch even surrounded by the anonymous bustle of the airport, “I’m definitely picking the aliases next time. I think Mr. and Mrs. Smith was a little too on the nose.”

He chuckles, low and warm, and doesn’t break his stride as he leans down to press a kiss to your temple. “Common name.”

“There’s like, a whole movie about how bad of an idea this name is to use with our current status.”

“What movie?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Smith?”

“Sounds pretty on the nose.”

“See, you do this. I genuinely can’t tell if you’re fucking with me sometimes.”

You look up, and he smirks. Raises an eyebrow.

“That face isn’t helping.”

“You think I’m being funny?”

“Now I do.”

“You’re in a mood.”

“And you’re laughing at me about it. I can see it in your eyebrows.”

His smile grows, and he leans down to press a kiss to your nose. You scrunch it up, and your frown deepens.

He does laugh now, seemingly delighted by your grumpiness, and catches your chin to turn your face toward his. He leans down again, pressing his lips to your cheek. Your nose again. Your other cheek. Your jaw. Over and over until you’re losing the fight with a smile of your own. You don’t have much of a problem with PDA, but Dex seems to genuinely enjoy it. Even before, before he became Bullseye and went to prison and lost the rest of his fucking mind, he was never averse to sliding an arm around you when you waited in line for coffee, or pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you walked down the street together.

Now, crazier and bolder and so much less worried about how the world sees him, the asshole pulls back with a squeeze to your ass that has you squeaking in surprise.

“Sleep on the plane.” He hums, hiking your bag up a little higher over his shoulder.

You do your best to puff your protest, to roll your eyes, but you’re still blushing.

“I don’t need sleep.”

“You’re only mad at me when you’re tired.” He looks down, raises an eyebrow. “Are you mad at me?”

“I’m irritated with you. Stop doing the eyebrow thing.”

His low chuckle, despite your irritation, settles itself in your bones like a warm embrace. Fuck, you love him. It would be so much easier to be pissy with him if you didn’t love him so much.

“You’re still laughing at me.” You try, in a final weak attempt to to a grump.

He squeezes your side, unbothered as can be. “Sleep on the plane, baby.”

-

You fall asleep before the plane even takes off, and wake up when you land.

And, true to his word and his obsessive knowledge of every mood you’ve ever been in, you’re happier than ever when you depart from the airport and begin the long, winding drive to your new temporary home.

When the two of you decided on where to go, you picked somewhere warm. Somewhere by the water. Somewhere, obviously, as secluded as possible from the outside world. And, thanks to your skills and a bit of Dex’s input, you managed to secure a small cabin on the beach in a tropical country right smack-dab in the middle of nowhere.

It’s night when you finally pull into the overgrown driveway, the hum of the jungle foreign and heavy around you.

Dex brings the bags inside, and you sit in the car for an extra few moments despite the ache in your bones from all of the travel. One more wire transfer, one more sweep of everything to make sure the two of you are completely off the grid, and a full shut down of your portable WiFi, and…

As if by some second instinct, Dex pulls the car door open just as you’re closing your computer.

“Home sweet home.” He hums, already reaching for you like the ten minutes of separation was a personal offense. You smile, hopping out of the passenger seat and sliding your fingers up through his cropped hair. He leans into your touch, like always, and looks down at you through like you’re the only other person in the world. Like always.

“Perimeter swept? No giant spiders?”

His smile widens, and he rests his forehead comfortably against your own. “None I couldn’t handle.”

“Sounds promising.”

And, with that, you let him lead you into your new home.

To your surprise, candles are strewn about the room, casting a steady glow on the simple bed in the center. You can hear the ocean. Hell, you can see it through the curtains, reflecting moonlight off the waves.

You suppose being on the lam isn’t so bad, after all.

“What, no rose petals?” You joke, turning to Dex only to find the spot behind you completely empty.

Your brow furrows, and you call his name into the silence of the little cabin. Nothing.

Immediately, your mind goes to the worst case scenario. He’s been taken. Snatched away from you in the span of a second and now he’s bleeding out again somewhere you’ll never find and-

You feel something whiz past your arm. One of the candles snuffs out, plunging one corner of the room into darkness.

You blink, and narrow your eyes a little. “Dex?”

Another candle goes out, the soft whoosh of whatever is being thrown sputtering out the flame. This time, as realization dawns on you, you feel a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

Another candle. Another. Two more in quick succession.

The room is cast in a low, hazy glow. One candle remains standing, flickering in the now too-low light of the room.

Your eyes scan the room again, finding nothing but shadow, and the last candle snuffs out and plunges the room into darkness.

You can feel his presence nearby, but you still can’t see him. A predator hunting prey. It sends a thrill through you, and you smile a little wider.

Carefully, you turn, trying to find his silhouette in the moonlight. You still see nothing, and wonder just how far he’s planning to take this little game, when you suddenly feel the prickle of warm breath against the column of your throat.

His hand slides down over your arm. His lips brush your neck, and you lean back against him as he slides his fingers over yours and turns you towards him.

“What was that about?” You murmur, distracted by the warm kisses trailing over your skin, the calloused fingers curling through your own.

“Romance.” He murmurs, and you laugh.

“Usually, the candles stay lit for romance.”

“Can’t throw fire, baby. I can just put ‘em out.”

“What other skills are you planning to show off tonight, Bullseye?”

His chuckle is low and warm, and in a second you’re lifted off of your feet and tossed through the air, bouncing on what you can only assume is the dead center of the mattress. You land with a delighted laugh, and feel his presence at the edge of the bed, large hands sliding reverently up over your thighs until he reaches the button of your jeans. He undoes them in one smooth twitch of his fingers, and then pulls the hem of your shirt up so he can press a slow, warm kiss to your stomach at the same time he slides them down over your legs.

He always undresses you like he hasn’t a thousand times before. Like it’s the first time, every time. You hear his breath catch as he pulls your shirt over your head, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing, and his mouth trails over every inch of skin he can reach until you’re tangling your fingers in his hair to drag him up to kiss you.

“All mine.” He whispers against your lips, large body enveloping yours. “North Star.”

You arch into him, every molecule in your body begging to be closer to his. You pull at his t-shirt until he removes it, then his pants, until you’re both completely bare, nothing between you but the barest whisper of warm tropical air and the sound of the waves crashing on the beach.

This doesn’t feel like running. This feels like finally being home. Like you’re the only two people in the entire world, and everything that nearly ripped you away from each other before will never be able to find you again.

He has your leg hooked over his shoulder, large fingers digging into the skin of your thigh as he trails his mouth down over your calf, bites at the inside of your knee so sharply you yelp, and chuckles when you huff and squirm in irritation.

“Stay still, baby.” He chastises gently, grinning wide as he nuzzles his nose against the inside of your thigh. You’re about to make some kind of comment, when the distant shriek of a tropical bird outside cuts you off.

“That was loud.” You observe, curious. You’re used to the white noise of the city. To traffic honking at three in the morning and shouting from the street. This new environment might just take some getting used to.

Dex seems completely unfazed, barely bothering to remove his mouth from your skin. “You’ll be louder.”

You roll your eyes, and try to fight a smile as his lips finally reach their intended destination. “Someone’s feeling cocky toni- oh my God.”

He hums, raising an eyebrow up at you, and his smirk would make you roll your eyes again if you still had the ability to form a coherent thought.

He takes you apart like the act his his personal favorite pastime, blue eyes falling closed like he’s in fucking heaven. You tangle your fingers in his hair, head rolling back against the pillows as your free hand flies up to instinctively cover your mouth.

His own hand shoots out, catching it with perfect accuracy and pressing it firmly down into the sheets beside you.

“Louder.” He growls, doubling his efforts, and it takes no time at all for you fall apart with a cry of his name, thighs squeezing either side of his head so tightly that his groan of approval vibrates through your entire body.

As you fall back to earth, he crawls atop you, a mountain of a silhouette in the darkness of the room, and when you reach up to cradle his face in your hands he turns to press a kiss to the heel of your palm.

“That’s one.” He murmurs, and you can feel the curve of his smile against your skin.

You smile back, and hook your leg around his hip, flipping him onto his back and straddling his hips between your still-shaky legs.

“Fuck.” He breathes, dropping his head back and sliding rough palms up over your thighs, gripping your hips tightly enough that you hope he leaves bruises. “You’re an angel.”

“I definitely don’t fit that description.” You hum, leaning down to brush your lips over his. He chases your kiss, and you pull back, leaning down instead to nip playfully at the underside of his jaw. “Totally your fault, by the way.”

“Corruption looks good on you, baby.” He rasps, fingers trailing up your sides and making you shiver. “You gonna cuff me again?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

You see the glint of his teeth, pearly white in the moonlight as he grins up at you. His hands grip your hips a little more tightly, lifting you up as effortlessly as if you weigh nothing, and you gasp as he sinks you back down onto him with that same downright inhuman precision.

“Fuck.” It’s your turn to breathe the word, fingers curling against his biceps as he starts to move you against him, guiding your body atop his in a way that already has him hitting that perfect spot with every slow movement. 

“Not an angel,” he murmurs, voice already rough and strained, “but you feel like fuckin’ heaven.”

You whimper, leaning down to capture his lips with your own, and he growls into your mouth before he flips you onto your back, sliding one hand into your hair as the other hooks your leg around his waist.

“Mine.” He growls, low, and you fucking love when he gets like this. When he makes every movement a challenge to himself to see how good he can make you feel. When he looks at you like you’re the only other person in the world. “All mine.”

You nod your agreement, and you’re already so far gone it’s almost ridiculous. You grasp at his biceps, nails digging into his skin before you drag them up to his hair and yank him down to kiss him so desperately you can’t remember how to breathe right.

He angles his hips just right, speeding up his movements until your entire body is trembling with need. He doesn’t look away from your face, not for a second, and as you feel the edge approaching fast as you lean up to gasp into his mouth, nails digging deep into whatever part of him you can reach.

“Mine.” Another rough thrust has you choking on air, but you stil grip him closer. “You’re mine.”

He groans, and grabs your hands to slam them into the mattress above your head.

“Give it to me.” He whispers, burying his face in your neck as your eyes flutter closed. “Let me feel it.”

You fall to fucking pieces, crying out his name and digging your heel into his back as you try to remember how to breathe. 

He moans, low and wrecked and downright starved, and digs his teeth into your shoulder. His movements slow, just a bit, but he doesn’t stop. You gasp, and squirm beneath him, and he angles himself to hit that perfect spot again until it’s too overwhelming. Too much.

“Oh God,” you whimper, and he pulls back just enough to grin at you, dropping down to catch your lip between his teeth as he starts to move faster. You gasp again, and you might even try to push him off at the overstimulation if he didn’t still have you pinned beneath him.

“Dex.” It’s a plea, a desperate gasp, and he nods as his fingers lock even more tightly around your wrists.

“Again.” It’s a command, but it’s still too fast. Too much too quickly. You don’t know if you fucking can.

“P-please.” You breathe, and he bites harder at your skin, possessive.

“Again. You can. I know you can.”

“I…I’m- oh, fuck. Please.”

One hand releases your wrists, dragging down your body until you feel his fingers working between you in time with his thrusts and you can’t think you can’t breathe you need-

“That’s right.” His mouth moves up, and he bites at the shell of your ear, and your toes curl as your heart threatens to beat its way out of your chest. “Scream for me.”

And you do.

It takes you both a good while to come back to yourselves, with you trying to catch your breath and ease the shaking in your legs and Dex trailing slow, mindless kisses over your marked skin.

“I’m yours.” He murmurs, so quiet you almost don’t even hear it, and you smile as you nudge the top of his head with your nose until he leans up to kiss you again.

Your fingers trail through his hair, the blond strands soft between your fingers, and you smile.

“You’re mine.” You confirm, and he makes a noise like a helpless whimper against your lips, like his love is so overwhelming that it might break him. “And I’m yours.”

-

When you wake, it’s to early morning sunlight and the trills of tropical birds. Waves crashing on the beach nearby. Dex’s arms wrapped tightly around you, and the warm skin of his bare chest against your cheek.

You move to snuggle closer, but when you lift your hand to wrap your arm around him something glints in the quiet light of dawn.

There’s a ring on your finger. A simple, beautiful diamond ring. When you look closer, you see that it’s tinted blue.

“Dex?” Your voice is hoarse with sleep, and his eyes are still closed, but you see his lips twitch upwards in a small smile. He’s pretending to be asleep. He does that, sometimes, as odd as it is. You don’t know if he thinks it’s funny, or if he’s trying to find an excuse to watch you sleep that he doesn’t need, but you’ve always found that particular quirk to be one of his strangest.

“I know you’re awake, psycho.” You accuse, and his smile grows as he tugs you closer and buries his nose in the hollow of your throat, sliding his knee between yours and rolling atop you. You wiggle beneath the mountain of muscle, and he just holds you tighter as he lets out a loud, exaggerated snore that vibrates from his chest into yours.

“Dex.” You pat at his broad back, the ring catching the light and glistening blue once again. “How long have I been wearing this?”

He rolls again, and you squeak in surprise as you now find yourself sitting atop him, hands braced on his chest as his own hold you in place by your hips. He’s still smiling, wide and bright and more than a little mischievous. “Do you like it?”

You think back to last night. To Dex snuffing out the candles, one by one. To the completely darkened room, and the way his fingers had slid over your own as he’d turned you in his arms. Such a simple touch, you never would have thought twice about it. And afterward, there wasn’t exactly a moment you were in your right mind enough to notice anything other than him.

You’ve been wearing this ring for the entire night, and you had no idea.

You look down at the diamond, and back up to his face. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“We’re already married.” He says easily, shifting to sit up against the headboard with you still straddling his lap, one ridiculously muscled bicep resting comfortably behind his head. “I’m just asking you to wear the ring.”

Something swells in your heart, big and warm and light. “It’s gonna be pretty hard to get a marriage license while we’re on the run, and using fake names.”

“Don’t need one.” His hand leaves your waist, sliding down over your arm to play almost absentmindedly with the fingers of your left hand, eyes locked on the ring. “And for the rest of it, I’m not above bribing a priest.”

You just stare at him for a moment, truly and completely shocked, before you start laughing.

“That’s a yes.” He confirms, clearly proud of himself as he tugs you to him and cuts off your laugh with the press of his lips against your own.

Your words are muffled by his kiss, fingers sliding up to tangle in his hair as you nod. “That’s a yes.”

[hemlockspit]

benjamin poindexter x reader drabble / masterlist / mdni

gifting dex a camera

the idea of encouraging dex to try some hobby occurred to you while you were going through your old things and found your old digital camera.

you thought photography might be a good idea for him. he’s a watcher, an observer, so what could be better than a camera?

initially, you wondered if maybe a film camera wouldn’t be better, something more ritualistic, more time-consuming, so he’d have something to do when you went out with friends. maybe then he finally wouldn’t make such obvious excuses for you to stay home whenever he saw you getting dressed up.

but alas, the digital camera was free, and he’d probably be more open to the idea if you were giving him something that used to be yours.

and you were right.

you see dex with the old scratched thing all the time now. yeah, the gallery is mostly filled with pictures of you. of your back as you stand by the stove, stirring pasta sauce, of you in the bathroom brushing your teeth and meeting his eyes through the mirror, of you sleeping. the rest is made up of pictures of the food you cook, of the cat that sometimes roams the neighbourhood, of flowers, and sunrises and sunsets.

so, it didn’t really solve the original problem you had, dex’s dependency on you, the way everything in his brain constantly screams my girl, my girl, my girl, but at least the pictures are pretty.

pretty and domestic and enough to make you smile whenever you go through them with dex sitting beside you, watching your face like he’s half-expecting you to scold him for being creepy.

so you’re more than a little surprised when, as he’s on top of you, his cock driving into you again and again until your thighs are trembling around him, with his face buried in the crook of your neck, whimpering against your skin, one of his hands reaches blindly toward the bedside table, fumbling for the old digicam without really slowing down. he keeps thrusting while he searches for it, shallow and needy now, like he can’t bear to pull out too far.

dex lifts his head just enough to look at you. his face is flushed and his lips are wet and parted, and he breathes out, all shaky, “please, let me-fuck-let me take one. just one.”

his hand finally closes around the camera, and he brings it back clumsily. “need it,” he murmurs, more wrecked with every word. “please, baby. please let me have it.”

and when you finally nod, still dizzy from the way he’s fucking you, his thumb fumbles over the buttons before he finally gets the camera up, angling it down where his cock keeps sinking into your cunt, and the second the screen shows him exactly what he wanted, he makes this broken, needy sound and nearly folds over you.

the picture comes out filthy, with his cock buried deep inside you, slick where the two of you meet, your thighs spread beneath him, his hand shaking a bit where it’s holding the camera.

dex stares at it afterward like he can’t decide if he wants to come again or apologize, flushed all the way down his throat and still softening inside you while he clutches the digicam to his chest. later he’ll transfer it to his phone to be able to look at it anytime.

a/n: thank you for reading this short drabble:3 i'm so so happy when you guys talk to me about your thoughts so feel free to reach out<3 asks and dms are always open hehe:) i swear i'll write a proper dex x reader fic in the future!

[layla4567]

Thinking about Fbi!Dex who is so clingy and touch starved and yet, too shy to ask for.

He's pathetic. He presses himself against you when you're cuddled up in bed and starts rubbing and grinding against your inner thigh without a shred of remorse. Whimpers escape his mouth and are muffled by the hollow of your neck as you feel his tears on your skin.

"Please don't go~" he begs, stammering. "Stay a little longer," he says, dragging out the words in a trembling voice, his face still buried in your neck, his hips pressing against you steadily but haphazardly.

"Honey, at some point I have to get out of bed," you say as you feel his hardness through his underwear and a wet patch forming at the tip.

Dex mutters something incomprehensible as he tightens his grip on your belly and his hips kept grinding with more insistence, hungry for physical contact. He's starting to act like a spoiled brat.

And so you had to stay until he finished what he started and came in his boxers with a muffled moan against your neck.

Other times, the two of you were sleeping with your back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist and stomach; that's when Dex would start rubbing against your clothed bottom, trying to create friction.

"Mmh.. Dex..?" You say sleepily in a husky voice.

Dex's face is pressed against the back of your neck as he hums and thrusts, stuck to you like glue, as if he really wants to break through the layers of fabric and penetrate you properly. When he doesn't respond, you sigh and do what you usually do.

"Wait, not like that," you stammer, dragging out the words.

You help Dex by moving your knee slightly upward on the mattress as if you wanted to bring it to your chest. Dex hums, confused, thinking you wanted to move away, and unconsciously tightens his grip on your hips in fear. You, on the other hand, reach behind you and hook your fingers under Dex's knee to lift it and place it over your leg, around your waist, giving him better access to your clothed intimacy.

"There you go.. now move"

He doesn't need to be told twice. Dex moves against you again, this time allowing you to push deeper. You hum with satisfaction, your eyes closed, as Dex moans and babbles against the back of your neck. You begin to mimic his slow rhythm, and your hips start to sway together, back and forth like a ship on the waves, united and throbbing as one.

"Mmh.. yesss" you whisper

You feel Dex's hard member hit against your clothed center, sending a shiver through your stomach. He, meanwhile, is starting to whimper, his breathing slightly rapid, trying his hardest not to come too soon. But his thrusts become erratic. The perfect, rhythmic sway you two had been enjoying is broken by the force of his hips hammering like a nail into a wall.

Without warning, you feel his hips jerk violently and a hot sensation near your buttocks. Dex comes with a pitiful groan. His body goes soft like putty and he begins to sob, tears soaking the skin at the nape of your neck.

"Shhh, you did well," you said as you placed a hand on his thigh and massaged it. You noticed him shudder.

"Thank you... thank you..."

That's all he repeats like a mantra as his breathing calms down

I'll just leave this here and slowly back away... (while working on some requests)

[holeinthemattress]

first of all hello lover <3 i’m feeling feral so obv ended up here…..pondering leaving hickeys on shane’s solid body to make him feel young…..perhaps biting his bicep when he’s fucking u good in missionary….it gets him groaning louder than he’s been in bed for years☺️ need him cosmically.! anyway love ya ;)

hello yourself, sweetheart ♡ ugh, i’m so honored and blessed at your return. always get so giddy to see you in my notifs and inbox. this is just the place for that. gotta tell ya that i LOVE me some biting. as someone with a huge oral fixation, it’s easily top of my list for tropes. love you back ;)

Shane’s got a problem on his hands. A problem with sharp nails and sharper teeth. You.

You’ve always been a problem, following him around like a lost deer, unrelenting in your pursuit. He’s not much better off. You’ve softened him, though he’ll never outright admit it. He let you in and let you stay. You haven’t left since.

But lately, you’ve been insatiable and he’s got the marks to prove it. Deep purple blotches peek out from his shirt collars and scatter across his chest.

You’ve gotten it in your head that the scales are unbalanced. That you’ve got to make up for all the times Shane’s left you with enough marks to put a horny teenager to shame.

It starts at his campsite, as most things between the two of you do. He’s got his legs slung over the side of the cot with you straddling his lap. His hands are sliding up your shirt, squeezing you through your bra hard enough to make you moan.

Shane’s got you right where he wants you, fingers roaming over your skin as he shoves his tongue down your throat. You’re whining against him, needy and eager as you buck your hips against the growing budge in his pants.

You break away from his lips with a soft hum, moving to his jaw as your hands slide up his chest. He grunts as you lick down his neck, lips soft against the sensitive skin. You press your hips down harder against him and he’s biting back a groan as the surge of pleasure that races through him.

Then, you’re sucking against the skin of his neck and Shane can’t quite think right. You move to that spot behind his ear that makes him weak and proceed to absolutely destroy whatever semblance of control he has left. He’s moving his hands down to your hips, pushing you further down onto his dick as it strains against the fabric.

You’re sliding your hands back down his chest, fingers inching under his shirt before raking your nails down his torso just light enough that he shivers. You grin at that, moving to suck another dark mark against his skin that has Shane cursing and dragging your clothed cunt against him harshly.

The fabric of your panties is sticking to you, creating a delicious friction as you grind down. Usually the two of you are at least halfway undressed by this point but any thoughts of that have been thrown out the window, both of you too caught up in the feeling of it all to do much but pant and moan.

You move your lips back up behind his ear, latching a bit harsher than before. Doubling your efforts, you drag your nails down his torso hard enough to leave marks in their wake.

Shane’s grip on your hips tightens and he chokes out a moan. Suddenly, there’s warmth flooding his pants and seeping into yours. You pull back slightly, eyes widening as you stare down at the patch of darkening fabric beneath you.

“Did you just-“

“Shut up.” He’s gritting out, cheeks flushing as he shoves you off of him. You stumble and fall against the cot but can’t find it in yourself to care as you watch him stand, lip pulling between your teeth as you smile.

“When’s the last time you came like that?” You ask, trying to hold back a laugh because he looks so utterly shocked.

That has him turning to you with a scowl. “‘S not fuckin’ funny.” He grits out, wincing slightly in discomfort as the sticky fabric settles against him. You hum in response, eyes raking over the large wet patch on the front of his jeans.

The fact that you were the cause of Shane cumming in his pants like a touch starved teenager is doing things to you. “I don’t think it’s funny.” You reply, only lying a little bit as he works his belt open.

Shane raises his eyebrows, doubtful gaze finding yours before falling back to his pants. “I’m serious. I thought it was hot.” You admit, thighs squeezing together in an attempt to gain some relief from how incredibly turned on you are by this.

He scoffs at that, disappearing into the tent. You sigh, leaning back against the cot with a big smile. Yeah, you’re gonna have fun with this.

The next time is at his cabin. You’re raking your nails down his back, drawing him impossibly closer as he fucks into you.

He’s got you pressed down against the mattress, legs spread wide against his hips. It’s overwhelming, the stretch of it all as he stuffs you full with every snap of his hips.

You’re hyper focused on his arms as they cage you in, watching each flex of the muscles as he keeps himself over you with his forearms braced against either side of your head.

A particularly nasty thrust of his hips has you crying out and turning your face into his bicep. You’re hardly thinking about it when you dig your teeth into the skin, moaning as the taste of it floods your tongue.

You don’t even realize how hard you’re clamping down until Shane’s groan breaks through the ringing in your ears. It’s the loudest you’ve heard him in a long time.

Shane tenses, you feel the muscles in his bicep jump, and moans brokenly. Then, he’s spilling inside of you, the rhythm of his hips faltering as he bucks through the aftershocks.

He’s breathing heavily and looks down to see your lips splitting into a grin as you remove your teeth from his bicep, tongue sliding over the indentations.

Shane huffs and rolls his eyes, trying his best to remain nonchalant despite having just blown his load in about five minutes. “Don’t know what you’re smilin’ about.” He states, pulling out.

“You’re like a teenager.” You snort, rolling over and watching as Shane tucks himself back into his jeans. He turns back to you at that, eyes narrowing. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

You shrug, the grin on your face growing smug as you watch his brow pinch. “You’ve just been a little extra sensitive lately, that’s all.”

Shane exhales heavily through his nose, leaning over to grab your ankle and drag you to the edge of the bed. You gasp playfully and turn to balance on your elbows. He’s looking down at you in annoyance, a flicker of something softer crossing his face before it’s gone.

You raise your eyebrows, challenging him. “Am I wrong?”

“You’re exploiting me.” He murmurs, leaning down to nose against your neck. His hand moves in between your legs, thumb pressing against your swollen clit. It has you arching into his touch with a moan. Then, he’s slipping two fingers into you with ease, soothing the ache that’s been building since he started fucking you earlier.

“You’re avoiding the question.” You whisper back, hips jerking up to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

You’re too close is what he thinks.

“You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?” Is what he says instead.