23, she/her, virgo, adhd, orange cat owner. That about sums me up lol
What you can expect to see on my page:
Kinks | cnc, dub con, innocence/corruption kink, breeding, gun play, knife play, breath play, humiliation/degradation, praise, dom/sub, face fucking, bondage, rough sex, fear play, pain play, (I’ll add more as I think of them lol)
Other | f!reader, mostly smut, sometimes fluff and angst
What you WON’T see:
Kinks | scat, vomit, birth, pregnancy (I will write pregnancy fantasy but not someone being actually pregnant), race play, fat shaming
Other | m!reader (does not include m/m character fics but those will be rare)
Summary | He’d literally be the perfect puppy owner, like c’mon
Warnings | Smut, pet play, collars, gags, oral, hybrid stuff?? Idk enough about that to be sure if it is or isn’t tho lol
Words | 500+
Notes | Not the first time I’ve had thoughts about owner!dex but this fic actually inspire the first paragraph and then the rest started flowing (also I did infact photoshop that pic to be a bullseye bc I’m insane😭)
Ao3 link | <3
Masterlist
Owner!Dex who ends up having to crate train you because you keep waking him up in the middle of the night feeling all needy… pawing at his bulge over his sweats, humping his leg, whining and nudging at his jaw with your nose until he finally wakes up (at 4 in the damn morning, mind you).
Owner!Dex who pulls on your tail when he fucks you because it makes you yip in pain, but it also makes your pussy clench tighter around his cock. He can feel it trying to wag under his firm grip and he uses it to pull your hips back with every thrust, fucking you even harder.
Owner!Dex who has to chose carefully when he lets you go down on him. You’re just so sloppy and messy with it, he has to wait until he knows for sure that he’ll be able to clean himself up after. You always lap at his cock until spit is rolling down your chin and his balls, your tail wagging happily behind you. Adorable, yes. But extremely messy, too.
Owner!Dex who had to gag you for a bit because you had such a big problem with biting… If he was fucking you, you’d bite down on his shoulder or his bicep, hard enough to leave bruises and sometimes even break skin. But the final straw was when you nipped at him because you weren’t getting enough attention while he was in the middle of something. After about a week, you learned that biting = gag = no kissing or licking Dex, so you finally stopped.
Owner!Dex who decorates your crate exactly to your liking. The fluffy bed, your favorite blanket, a few toys, sometimes a snack if you’ve been good, and every few days he changes out his shirt that’s in there so you always have his scent with you. He keeps it dark with a blanket on top, but the metal is adorned with fairy lights for the evening.
Owner!Dex who has a very strict, meticulous bath time routine for you. The only time he doesn’t do it is when he’s not home, or he’s so injured that he can barely even move. And he expects you to do the routine while he’s gone, but he knows you kind of half ass it most of the time…
Owner!Dex who has different collars for different occasions so you’re always wearing one. The metal ring that sits on your collarbones is for bathing and play time/exercise. The regular collar with tags that say “puppy” on one side and “property of Dex” on the other are for home. And the dainty little choker with a charm on it that only has his bullseye symbol engraved is for going out.
Owner!Dex who loves teaching you commands. Sit, kneel, paw, lick, wait, bark, present. That last one is his favorite because you always eagerly drop to the floor with your face all the way down and your ass raised up high, tail wagging with impatient excitement as you wait for his touch.
do u ever feel cringe when u write a story? there’re so many times where i want to write smut but i actually can’t 😭😭 yet i love reading ur stories
Dude… yes lmao. I can’t even tell you the amount of times that I write something and then every time I try to go back and work on it I just get so much cringe that I literally can’t💀 and it’s even worse when my beta reader (love you, bar @hllywdwhre) edits it and then I have to go back and look at their edits but I literally can’t because I’m too embarassed that another person read that shit even tho they literally don’t care 😭😭😭
However, I will say… write the cringe shit. Just write it. That’s literally the only way you’ll ever get better and it’ll stop being cringe (speaking from experience) 🫡
currently watching hart of dixie rn and all i can think of was when wade was asking zoe about how he can help her fall asleep
“Just relax, baby.” Wade murmured against the back of your neck, placing an open mouthed kiss there. “Close your eyes, alright? I’ll take care of you.”
He was rocking into you languidly as his fingers rubbed slow, steady circles on your clit. Insomnia was nothing new to you, but tossing and turning next to someone else definitely was and you couldn’t say no when he offered to help you fall asleep.
“Gonna get a big one from you… That’ll get my girl all nice ‘n sleepy, hm?”
You moaned softly in response and gave him a small nod. “Can y-you stay in after?” You whined, struggling to get the words out through the moans escaping your lips.
“‘course, baby.” He murmured gently, kissing your neck again. “Anything you need.”
Idk I’m trying to get better about answering people’s asks and not feeling pressured to write full length one shots for every single one 😖
But since i'm stuck in a wilson bethel loop, how about wilsonverse and favourite positions 🤔
You and me both😔💔 he’s taken over my brain like a parasite lmao I’m ruined
Warnings: smut, sex positions lol duh
FBI Dex - Missionary 100%. He’ll do other positions if you beg him enough, but fuck- he just doesn’t think anything can top being able to kiss you and see your pretty face while he’s fucking you at the same time… Especially since he always wraps his arms around you and buries his face in your neck when he comes.
DDBA Dex - He’s still into missionary, but he has a more secure attachment style now (mostly)… so he can handle not being able to see your face or hold you for longer than five minutes at a time… And he’s more confident in his ability to bring you pleasure now, so he’s more likely to manhandle you into a mating press, or put you in doggy or prone bone with his arm wrapped around your neck— whatever makes you moan the loudest.
Mark Callan - Cowgirl lowkey. He likes running his hands over your body and having visual proof of how needy you get from the way you start riding him harder and faster. When you come, he tugs you down into a kiss and bucks his hips up into you, snaking his hands down to grab and spank your ass as he groans into your mouth.
Shane Maguire - Face down, ass up. It’s not even a question. He likes the degradation aspect of it, but he also like the view of your ass recoiling with every brutal thrust and the arch of your spine. He’s free to get as hands and rough with you as he likes in this position… especially if he ties your wrists together in front of you so you can’t push him away. (He also likes not having to pay any attention to your clit lol. Out of sight out of mind.)
Wade Kinsella - Any position where he’s on his knees between your spread legs and he can see your entire body. He’s a tits and an ass man so he loves seeing you on your back and watching your tits move with every thrust, but he also loves putting you in the same position but on your knees and watching the way your ass ripples every time his hips slam forward.
Need this so bad plsss write it ,him in his suit and mask and breaking in 😩😩😩😩
Your mind 🙏🙌😮💨😵💫🤤
You screamed behind the hand, immediately reaching up to pull the arms away from you, but they were too strong, holding you relentlessly again the intruder’s body.
“Shh, baby, it’s me.” Dex whispered, the mask brushing your ear. His hand was rubbing over your stomach in an effort to soothe you as you whimpered against his other hand that was pressed firmly on your mouth, holding your head against the front of his shoulder.
Despite feeling a little calmer knowing Dex was the one who had broken in and grabbed you, your heart was still racing. You whined and squirmed in his grip, but he shushed you again and snaked his hand up to grope your breast over your shirt possessively.
Unconsciously, your grip on his forearm started to relax— not holding him there, but not pulling his hand away from your mouth either.
“Don’t scream, angel.” He murmured softly, still rubbing his hand over your tits, squeezing and groping how he pleased. You let out a muffled whimper, body trembling as your breathing only grew more uneven and a shameful heat bloomed between your legs. “Okay?”
Even though your knees felt weak and your heart was pounding in your chest, you still nodded shakily, obediently.
Your ex-boyfriend— the psychopath who murders people and stalked you for months before even introducing himself— had broken into your house and was now pressed up against you… Of course you had fawned. It definitely wasn’t because you were already getting dizzy from his scent and the feeling of his broad chest against your back…
“Good girl.” He whispered, slowly sliding his hand down your jaw to your neck, making sure you weren’t lying to him when you agreed to be quiet. His hand settled around your throat and a pleased hum rumbled in his chest. “That’s it…” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, kissing the sensitive skin there through his mask. You couldn’t help it when your thighs clenched, your pussy fluttering desperately around nothing.
“God- I missed you.” He groaned, squeezing your breasts even harder and pushing his hips against your ass. “Missed you so much, baby. And I know you missed me too… You left your blinds open for me every day.” He murmured softly, smiling behind the mask when he felt your body shudder, a shaky breath leaving your lips.
“I’m gonna make it up to you, sweetheart. Gonna show you why you never should’ve left me.”
ⓘ 18+, DD:DNE, MDNI; f!reader, age gap (reader in her mid-20s), hunting, animal death, dubcon, rough outdoor sex, shitty first time, degradation, size kink he's big, piv, creampie, one slap (for shane), no y/n, use of : kid, kiddo, sweetheart, wc: 3k3.
summary; you’re spending the summer working in the park, and you wouldn’t say no to losing your virginity to shane… except he doesn’t give a fuck abt you (until he takes you on a hunt, and maybe he does give a fuck).
you spot him on your first day. backward cap, all camo, cocky grin and a hunting rifle slung over the shoulder. he’s dirty like all the men that spend too much time in the wilderness, not domesticated enough to give a shit about the grime under their nails or the buck’s blood on their pants. one of the elder rangers scoffs when she sees him, warning you not to get too close. “that one’s a piece of shit honestly… better to stay away.”
you don’t say anything.
you run into him at the hotel’s bar a few days later. he cleaned up nice—he’s older than you first thought, fines lines around the eyes and dirty blond hair streaked with white and grey. cute when he laughs telling his stupid stories; the kind of man that likes to hear himself talk. you grab a beer and join the group he’s part of, someone introducing you as the new addition to the team for the summer. he gives you a hungry look, a glance that leaves very little to the imagination, but barely speaks to you. it stings your ego a bit.
you meet him on other occasions; you’re always with someone else, and he never gives you much attention. in spite of yourself, you develop a crude infatuation with him; an embarrassing thing that coils in your guts and makes your cunt ache for a man that should repulse you. the other girls that volunteered previous summers talk about him in a bragging tone, as if being fucked by the wildlife management officer is some badge of honor. desire makes a strange, ugly thing out of you. you try to find ways to see him, to talk to him—every time you do, he’s polite, albeit a bit rough around the edges, but nothing more.
at night you crave him, teeth and body yearning, fingers wet from hunger, staining your pillow with his name. you rub your clit thinking about him, pinching a nipple imagining that it's his hands on you, and you close your eyes thinking about his mouth, about him eating you until his jaw ache, about cumming on his tongue, his thick fingers curled inside you.
he occupies your thoughts—a distant figure that clings to your flesh, tepid, latent. a fake scenario that only exists in the hollow of the quiet hours.
until he becomes real, one stupid afternoon.
you’re sent down an old trail to check on an abandoned building, and you end up getting completely lost. you don’t really know how it happens, the forest simply swallows you—suddenly there’s nothing around you but a suffocating green and the deafening clamor of insects. the day is scorching hot and even in the trees shade, you’re sweating. your clothes cling to your damp skin, the salt of your pores pricking every little cut you’ve gotten on the wild paths. you’re lost in your thoughts, fingers crinkling the paper of your map when a hand grabs your shoulder. harsh, violent.
your heart leaps—
“the fuck you doin’ here? this area is supposed to be clear for the day.”
of all the people wandering through the woods, he's the one you had to stumble upon.
the tone of his voice and a glimpse at his face tell you that he’s pissed. you clench your jaw, trying not to let the situation get the best of you.
“sorry i uh—got lost…”
shane scoffs, looking down on you—and fuck, the disdain in his gaze hurts. stupid girl. you fantasized about a moment like that. him and you, alone in the woods. the kind of bullshit scenario straight out of some cheap amateur porn found online; reality leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.
“yeah, ‘figured. can’t fuckin’ hunt with your ruckus…” he spits.
your teeth graze your lower lip, spilling out a nervous frustration you'd rather hide.
“can you help me find this old hunting lodge? i’ve got a map but i don’t know where i am…”
he sighs loudly, adjusting the rifle on his shoulder.
“come with me. ‘got a deer to kill… i’ll give you a ride after. it’ll be quicker than to have you fuckin’ roamin’ around for two hours.”
you obey.
his pace is military and you do your best to follow him; you hide your short breath behind your teeth, ignoring the burn of your muscles and the flood between your shoulder blades. he navigates through the forest as you imagined he would—indifferent to its beauty.
you walk for half an hour before he slows down. he makes you stop near a clearing, a hole in the dense tangle of the woods, where the trees tear apart and open up to the sky; a burst of pale blue eating up the edges of a cliff. the deer is laying on the sun-scorched grass and you can see its flank rising up, up and down, fast, feverish, all dirty fur and sick eyes.
you turn back to shane, ready for whatever comes next. but—instead of the irritated look he'd been giving you up until now, you're met with inquiring eyes. a slight grin on the lips, gaze wandering all over your body, he's sizing you up.
“want to kill it?” he asks bluntly.
you never killed an animal. you know how to use a hunting rifle, but you've never killed anything with it. “i can try,” you hear yourself reply. you kneel next to him and he gives you his weapon—lighter than you’d imagine, barely seven pound of cold metal and carbon fiber. you secure the rifle against your shoulder, head tilted to find the scope, instinctively trying to shape your grip into something that feels natural. it's not as easy as he makes it look.
he doesn't give you time to adjust.
a hand darts out to correct your posture from behind your back and suddenly his face is right over your shoulder, too close to yours, his palms all over your body, straightening an elbow, an arm, a wrist. you didn't see him move. he says to relax, a hand flattening the curve of your neck, his stubble an almost-scratch on your lobe. you feel his breath on your cheek and all you can think of is how easy it would be to turn your head and leave the rifle here and taste something real on his lips. you feel the weight of his palm on your drenched skin, brain fixated on the pressure, hunger burning your guts like a dog bite.
you could leave the rifle here.
you try to think about the deer you’re going to kill.
“need to aim for the center mass. ‘should have a good view of its flank from here.”
his voice is low, sickly warm on the hollow of your neck. you nod, mind still trying to adjust to the mass of his body pressed into your back, to his scent, a mix of pine, honeysuckle, of sweat and cheap manly deodorant. he steadies your dominant hand, rough touch on damp skin.
“right spot is just behind the shoulder. ‘see it?”
you struggle to focus, eye on the target, adjusting the scope until you’re able catch every wound on the animal’s fur. the image is sharp, suppurating. you give shane another nod, unable to speak; in the back of your mouth, your vocal chords feels like barbwire.
“now, we’re close enough to aim without having to compensate for bullet drop. when you’re ready, stop your breathin’ and press the trigger slow.”
his hands move to your hips, a false anchor that only distracts you more. in your throat, you feel every contraction of your heart. you wonder how many beats per minute that is and you stop breathing and you press the trigger. slowly. and for a second you’re not you anymore, you’re a pulse, bare, primal, you're the recoil, the kick in your muscles, the sound and the smell of the chemical compounds scattering in the air. on impact, the deer startles and falls. you see blood staining the fur, you feel his hands leaving your hips to smother your biceps. you want this moment to linger, you want the awkwardness and the proximity to stretch, but shane’s already up, snatching the rifle from your hands, ejecting the cartridge and reloading in one swift move. you watch him approach the beast, barrel aiming at the carcass in case the animal might still be alive. a boot kick assures him it's not.
he gives you a nod from afar. and, for the first time, you see a genuine smile on his face.
“think you just earn'd your beer,” he admits when you join him to witness your kill.
you help him wrap the corpse in a tarp, securing it with thick ropes. half an hour later, you're at his camp, savoring the promised reward—and, after dragging the carcass for a mile and a half in a stifling inferno, even his shitty pilsner tastes like heaven.
one beer becomes two, two becomes three and you lose count, rocked by his stories, the flow of his voice, your laughers. you feel soft and mellow in the heat, looking at his face, barely listening to what he says, mind focused on how close you sit, on the accidental brush of his fingers against your thigh, on the warmth of his knee against yours. you see his lips move but words have lost their meaning; you think about the glint of pride in his eyes when you killed the deer, about his mouth on yours, you think about his fingers, about him ruining you.
and when the silence comes back, your gazes hook and the air feels syrupy, thick between your lips. your eyes fall to his mouth, suspended on his grin. you can almost taste him. your brain is floating in a boldness that smells like alcohol and you stop thinking and you fall foward and you press your lips against his. and, for a second, he kisses you too, tongue pushing inside your mouth, swallowing an embarrassing moan that escapes you. one of his hands runs to your neck, possessive, squeezing slightly. your teeth sink into his bottom lips, grazing the skin and
he pushes you away.
“easy girl—”
he snikers, half-smile, fingers wiping your bite on his lips.
“what? i th—”
“yeah i get you want my dick but i ain’t touching a 20 somethin’ virgin sorry. pussy not worth the trouble.” he tilts his beer toward his mouth, shaking his head before taking a sip. heat creeps on your face, ugly, humiliating. you wonders how he knows, if someone told him or if it’s just written on your face, but it doesn’t really matter. you quickly learned that things never stay secret for long ‘round here. people have nothing to do but talk.
you’re too drunk to care. you know about him too, about the girls he fucks, the stories they tell at night, cigarette in their mouth and tongues loose from the alcohol, comparing the places where he fucked them, the number of times, what he did, never quite sure if it was really good or if they're lying to feel different from the others. i’m the one he took care of. you know shane doesn’t take care of anybody but himself. and maybe deep down, this is what makes you wet—the perspective of forgetting about your self-respecting principles to get fucked dumb in the forest by a man who does not care.
“that’s not what i heard,” you retort.
he laughs again.
“’m tryin’ to do you a favor here kiddo. don’t know what you’ve heard ‘n what you’re expectin’ but this ain’t gonna match your fantasy.” you look at him and he looks at you, his dead eyes contradicting every one of his words, eating up your body like a piece of meat.
your nails scratch the label of your beer absently. “yeah i get it. ‘too old to get it hard after a beer and a day in the bushes uh.” petty words escape your lips and you want him to hurt. it doesn’t really work. his smile grows so wide you feel his face is gonna disappear; soon he’ll be only teeth.
“or—maybe you’re just not doin’ it for me sweetheart.”
piece of shit. it hurts and you understand too late that’s what gets him off; toying with the latest girl infatuated with him. how far can he go before giving you what you came for. how much filth can he spew before changing his mind and coaxing you with honey. piece of shit. you put down your beer and you get up and you don’t know anymore you don’t know youdon’tknow—
you slap him.
you only see your hand on his cheek. you only see the consequence of the offense. your hand, hot, his cheek, hot.
the sound resonates in the camp like a caning.
you’re as surprised as him by your gesture. he stares at you and there’s nothing gentle in his eyes anymore. nothing curious or amused. the impact of your deed brutally sinks in—behind your navel, a hook tears your flesh. hot. shane loses his smile. “so this want you want uh.” he puts down his beer and he gets up too. slowly. he looks down on you, face inches from yours, frame eating up your field of view. the afternoon is almost dead and you’re suffocating.
“alright,” he nods. “alright.”
he grabs you and pushes you against a tree, yanking your shorts and underwear without gentleness. they fall in the dirt, trampled by your faltering steps. a hand smothers you, forces you to turn around, face against the bark and he kicks your legs apart, almost making you lost balance. heart on the edge of your lips, your blood pounds so hard in your skull that the world seems to go silent between each beat. you don’t hear the insects’ noise anymore; everything feels blurry and too much. under his palm, your sweat turns cold. he comes closer, his chest clinging to your back, swallowing you against his frame. you feel powerless and maybe maybe he was right and you’re gonna regret this and you should have listened and not desire something ugly and rough and violent and maybe,maybe—
one of his hands runs to your belly, slides between your thighs and two fingers breach you. thick, calloused. you buck instinctively but his weight on your spine pins you in place. your ass, bare, meets his bulge, tearing a grunt from his lips. you feel his exhale against your neck, blunt, burning. “fuck you’re so wet already… you like it rough uh.” and it’s a taunt and not a question, ‘cause your body spills what you want even if you’re not sure what you’re gonna get. between your drenched thighs, his fingers go back and forth a few times; enough to make you whimper but you're not even sure you can call that shit foreplay, a minute or two and he stops, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing. you hear the metallic noise of his belt before feeling him lining his cock with your pussy, a hand on your hip, the other gripping the heavy tip that he presses against your slit. you can’t see him but you know he’s big, the girls giggled about it, and he doesn’t take the time to stretch you more, to sweeten the deal, it’s here, it’s now, you’re gonna take his cock like a big girl, ‘n it’s him pushing inside, hard, raw, prying obscenities out of your mouth and fuck it hurts it hurts. “fuck, shane—sto—fuckfuckfu—” you squirm and you writhe but you can't escape his hold, only making things worse for you the more you move. you’re impossibly stretched around his cock and it’s already too much; tears prickle on the edge of your eyes and it makes him laugh again.
“you need to relax kid, it’s just the tip,” he mocks. and he starts to really sink in, inch by inch, taking his time ‘cause you’re so tense he has no choice but to go slow. the grip on your hips tighten and you know his hands are gonna leave dents in your flesh and you try to hold back a whine but you can't and it pours out of you, it pours and you feel nothing anymore but his cock penetrating you, belly ablaze, torn by how thick he is. both of your breaths are ragged when he finally bottoms out, pelvic bones pressed against your ass, your spine arched impossibly as your body tries to fit his cock. you feel split, and something wet and sticky dripping on your thighs and you hope you hope it's only arousal and sweat. he leans in and caresses the back of your head, fingers grabbing your hair, almost tender when he pulls back to whisper to your ear. "see? y'can take it," and you feel sick 'cause all you want in this instant is to make him proud. he loosens his grip and his hand goes back to your hip and you know that tomorrow, you'll have his fingerprints engraved on your skin—blue, green and yellow.
there's no warning when he starts fucking you for real.
without giving you a minute to really catch your breath he starts to move, almost pulling out to better sink in, deep, buried to the hilt, hips rolling to set a brutal pace. soon the forest echoes with the wet sounds of your bodies crashing into each other, your broken moans and the obscene noises of his pelvis and his balls hitting your ass. that too, is gonna leave a mark. your cunt's hot and throbbing, and you feel every thrust slapping your sodden and swollen flesh, pain and pleasure blending in your skull. he's cruel and it's too much and you still can't get enough, your palms embedded in the bark in a futile attempt to soften his brutal thrusts. when he slows down it's only to fuck you deeper, to make you feel every inch of his cock splitting your tight pussy—your legs burn and shake and you think you're gonna fall but he only grips you tighter.
he comes before you do.
you feel him swell impossibly, close, halfway collapsing on you, forehead pressed to your spine, cursing and grunting when your cunt contracts again around his cock and he breaks suddenly, his thick cum filling you up. he does not care about you and you feel used and it feels good and your hands leave the tree and you start touching yourself, abusing your clit, your fingers inadvertently grazing his softening dick until he pulls out, leaving your spasming hole spitting his cum. you're a mess of sperm, spit, sweat. you feel everything dripping out of you, panting, cock-drunk, trying to chase your own orgasm; he's still half-leaning on you, and his hands still on your flesh, refusing to let you go. you think about the bruises and the pain and the weight of his head between your shoulder blades, his ragged breath, his impossible warmth that still swallows you, his fingers tightly gripping your hips and he says nothing and it builds, it builds in your belly until you can't take it anymore—you snap and you come too, his name spat by your mouth like an insult.
your release makes you feel like an animal, body shaking, anesthetized by oxytocin and adrenalin, too numb to feel shame or pain. you want him to hold you tight in his arms but he doesn’t, he simply whispers 'good girl' in your ear, patting your ass like you pet a bitch after a perfect trick. he straightens up and sets you free and you know you’re gonna hurt tomorrow, you're gonna bruise, you’re gonna break and you’re gonna have to lie about it but you don’t care, you don’t care.
your teeth have come in and now you only want more.
LOVED your Shane getting head headcannon (also the wedgie fic). He totally is filthy about it and enjoys how the act itself is kind of degrading, especially when he pushes you towards his balls and ass. I think he'd really enjoy slapping his partners face with his cock and drag it all over, laughing at their embarrassment. Probably drags his balls all over their face too, takes pictures or videos to further the humiliation.
But also imagine him with a partner who hates cum (the taste or getting it on them), he takes it as a challenge. He promises to warn them before he cums, but instead he holds their head down, forcing them to swallow. That or he pulls out just so he can blast them in the face with it.
I…am convinced you hacked my Twitter bro cause how do you know all of my kinks 😭😵💫 FUCK yes🥴😮💨🤤
(This ended up being longer than I meant for it to lol (870 WC) but I’m still not gonna format it like a regular one shot cause I want to keep it with the hot asf ask😌)
Shane always pretends he won’t be mean about it, too. He’s rubbing his spit soaked cock on your face, making you grimace. Twigs and little rocks are digging into your knees, but you know he doesn’t really care about your discomfort enough to let you stop.
“Please promise you won’t make me swallow it this time.” You whined, averting your gaze shyly. “I almost threw up before…” He teasingly slapped your cheek a couple times with his heavy cock, smirking down at you.
“Sure, baby.” He said dismissively, pressing the tip against your lips, getting impatient.
His thrusts were punishing and almost violent, forcing his thick cock past your throat barrier with every plunge. Spit was bubbling out of the corners of your mouth, rolling down his balls and your chin, tears were streaming down your cheeks, and his grip was painfully tight on your hair. The wet gagging sounds that filled the forest were obscene and completely disgusting, but they only encouraged him to make even more of a mess of you.
By the time he was finally ready to come, your throat was sore and your face was covered in a filthy mix of tears, snot, and spit. He pulled you off and started stroking rapidly, using the fact that you were distracted with panting and trying to stop dry heaving as an opportunity to catch you by surprise.
Feeling the first rope of hot come land on your brow bone made you freeze, body going stiff as it rolled down onto your eyelid. You squinted your other eye open just in time to watch it happen a second time and then reached up to push him back, but he slapped your hands away.
“Shane, stop!” You whined, but the protests cut off into a gag when the next shot of come landed on your tongue. So you closed your mouth tightly, squeezed your eyes shut, and just sat there, waiting for it to end.
“Almost done, baby.” He muttered gruffly, still grunting with each stream of come that left his cock. He wasn’t shy about it, aiming for every inch of your face and even your hair. By the time he finished, your face was covered in it. You wanted to yell at him, but you didn’t dare open your mouth since you could feel it rolling down over your lips.
“Open your eyes.” He ordered. You whined quietly and shook your head, so he gripped your hair painfully tight and yanked your head back. “Now. Don’t make me tell you again, bitch.”
Knowing better than to test him when he got like this, you struggled to blink your eyes open. His seed coated your lashes, leaving them heavy and clumped together, but eventually you were able to squint your eyes open.
Shane smirked at your obedience as he leaned down, getting closer to you. Your glossy eyes and quivering chin made his cock twitch again, but he didn’t offer you any comfort. Instead, he gather all of the saliva in his mouth and violently spit it onto your face. You flinched back, eyes screwing shut again as your face scrunched up in disgust.
When his hand left your hair and he started dragging his fingers downward over your messy face, you almost thought he was trying to be nice and clean you up. He wasn’t rubbing it in, he was bringing it down to your jaw and then flicking it off.
He saved your lips for last and the moment you opened your mouth to complain, he shoved the fingers of his other hand inside, depositing the come onto your tongue. The taste hit you immediately and you retched around his fingers, but he put his other hand back in your hair, not letting you pull off.
“Swallow it.” He growled, shoving his fingers deeper, making you gag again. Nausea swirled in your gut at the taste and you tried pulling his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge. “The sooner you swallow, the sooner the taste goes away, baby…” He cooed mockingly. You let out a muffled sob around his fingers, but finally obeyed, making yourself gag yet again.
“Atta girl. Lick it all up.” He ignored your whimper and just focused on the feeling of your tongue running along his fingers, trying to lick everything off of them. When he finally pulled his hand back, you gagged again and leaned over on your hands as a glob of spit and come dangled from your lips. It slowly stretched into a thin strand before snapping and falling onto the dirt between your hands.
Shane pulled your head back up by your hair, giving you a small, but smug smirk as he grabbed your jaw to force your mouth open. He spit twice more, once on your face, and again in your mouth, making you gag again at the slimy, disgusting feeling on your tongue.
He leaned in even closer, until you could feel his breath fanning your lips. His eyes dragged over every inch of your glazed, sticky face, then his expression hardened into a warning look that you were more than familiar with…
“I come where I want.” He muttered viciously, glaring down at you. “You’d do well to remember that, bitch.”
Btw pls send me more asks kinda like this one lol cause this one worked really well for me💀
Could i request the Wilson verse and the head they give?
What kind of head they give hcs
Warnings: smut, cunnilingus… obviously lmao
Masterlist
FBI Dex - Worshipful, eager, deliberate… the man devours you like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have, or his first drink of water in days. He’s rutting against the bed, moaning against your pussy as you tug on his hair, your hips writhing against his face. And Dex never stops. He pulls at least two orgasms from you, getting even more lost in it as your juices cover his face. The only way he stops is after you start crying and begging for a break… but he usually convinces you to let him keep going.
DDBA Dex - He’s only grown out that ↑ a tiny bit… He doesn’t rut shamelessly and pathetically on the bed (as often) and he’s better now about paying attention to your reactions, using each one as a clue for how to best make you fall apart on his tongue. He likes teasing and making you beg for release, but he also can’t stop himself from overstimulating you after. You just look so pretty writhing and squirming, sobbing out broken moans as you uselessly and half-heartedly try to push him away…
Mark Callan - It’s not exactly his favorite part of sex, but he likes seeing how easily he can make you fall apart for him. It’s satisfying, in a way. Like he’s proving something to god knows who rather than doing it only to make you feel good. That’s not to say he doesn’t have skills, because you always leave his face soaked, but he usually tries to get you to do 69 instead so he can enjoy himself more.
Shane Maguire - He is not a huge fan at all. He’ll do it for a short amount of time to prep you if his hand is hurting that day, but usually he saves it for either apologies or if he gets particularly jealous and possessive one day and wants to politely remind you why you stick around… Which is a shame because he’s not half bad considering how he always leaves you drenched and with your legs trembling.
Wade Kinsella - He does it almost every time and he’s good at it. After all, there’s a reason every girl he hooks up with is left craving more. He takes his time with it, but is not even a little bit shy about teasing you for how messy and needy you get, mumbling against your pussy about how you’re such a good girl and taste so good… Your reactions are brag-worthy to him every time, unfortunately. But you don’t mind too much because it gives you the perfect opportunity to coyly ask him to remind you what was so good about it.
Please feel free to add on or give me your own thoughts on the characterization!! (Especially for Mark cause I’m struggling a little bit with him lol) And send me more smut ideas!!!
FBI Dex - He doesn’t take control. Even when you grab his hand and place it on your head, he just pets your hair instead because he’s too shy and too terrified of hurting you. He doesn’t exactly like it super sloppy either. He’d much rather you show off your skills than focus on making as big of a mess as possible. And he always has to bite his lip or his tongue to stop himself from moaning and begging and blubbering senselessly about how good it feels.
DDBA Dex - He’s more confident now, but he’s not mean. He’ll grab your hair and guide your head up and down on his cock, muttering sweet praises to you about how good your mouth feels. He always pulls you off to give you a break if you gag too hard, teasing you about taking it easy and not accidentally hurting yourself just because you’re too eager to take it slow.
Mark Callan - The first few times, he lays back and lets you take control, just enjoying letting you do all the work. But as he gets more comfortable with you, he starts taking over. He can be a little hard on you and push your limits, but he’s not too aggressive about it. And he always make sure to offer plenty of encouragement, even if it is a little patronizing.
Shane Maguire - Filthy, sloppy, messy, rough— if you’re not covered in spit and gagging on his cock, he doesn’t want it. Dubcon is his favorite when it comes to this though… holding you down while you choke, bucking his hips into your face even as you claw at his thighs and try to push him away. Depending on his mood, he’ll push you a little lower down to his balls, maybe even his asshole, ignoring your muffled protests and whines.
Wade Kinsella - He almost always lets you do all the work because he likes seeing how badly you want it. He lays back with his hands behind his head, watching his pretty girl bob up and down on his cock, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue against his length. He’s more of a moaner than a talker when it comes to this, but he’s not shy about giving you praise, especially if he sees you getting a little comfortable and wants you to start changing things up so he doesn’t get bored.
This was absolutely amazing. I am shocked I only found this now.
Are you ever planning on writing a part two? I'd love to have a little dynamic switch of this! Like him starting to see some woman and suddenly y/n's behaviour changes in a bad way and she's rude to *her*
Turns out jealousy is eating her up! With her bratty behaviour and his uptightness that would be absolutely delicious. You delivered!
Lol I’m going through my inbox and I just realized that this ask from July of last year is lowkey where I ended up going with part two skdhsk. Hope anon saw the part two 😌🫶
Based on this ask and a slight continuation of this fic. Please send me more smut ideas!! (For Dex, Shane, Wade, and Mark heheh)
You don’t exactly have Shane wrapped around your finger, but you do have a little bit of influence. Shane views you the way he views his rifle; he’s put a lot of time and energy into maintaining it, and it wasn’t exactly something he got on a whim. He worked hard for it— earned it. And now he gets to call it his.
You have influence over him the way his gun does when it jams. He’ll take a moment to consider what’s wrong, work through the problems in his head before deciding on a solution. But the minute it stops working permanently? It’s gone. He has no use for it anymore. You can act out occasionally, maybe try and challenge his authority every once in a while, but the second you take it to far, he will kick you to the curb and both of you know it.
Now Kyle has always been skeptical of the two of you. He sees through the facade Shane shows the public and has no doubt in his mind that there’s something wrong about your relationship. I think maybe he corners you one day when you’re at the hotel bar and he sees bruises on your wrists. He’s asking if you’re okay, if you’re safe, and you looking around nervously for Shane, but he’s no where to be found.
What Kyle underestimates is how much you’re like Shane… After all, you’re with him for a reason. “It’s called kink. It’s something people do when they have sex…?” His eyes immediately widened and he stammered for a response a little bit. It was almost satisfying to you.
“Right— okay.” He cleared his throat, looking away awkwardly for a moment. “But if you ever need any help, or you feel unsafe, you can always come to me, alright?”
“What’s going on?” You practically breathed a sigh of relief when you heard Shane’s voice as he sidled up beside you, his arm looping around your waist. He smiled at Kyle, something that looked innocent, but had an edge to it and didn’t quite meet his eyes.
“You can stand down. We were just talking.” Kyle muttered, knowing all about his possessive tendencies.
“Just talking, huh?” He smirked, because he knew Kyle too. He knew he would’ve noticed the bruises, and even been bold enough to ask about it.
Shane suddenly, but gently grabbed your throat and pushed your head back at the right angle for him to lean down and kiss you, far too passionately for the current setting. Kyle shifted his weight uncomfortably, looking away.
His other hand moved from your hip to your ass, pulling you against his body for a brief moment, making you moan softly against his lips. When he pulled back, you were dizzy from the kiss and his hand squeezing your neck. It was a lewd display of the power he had over you, a reminder that Kyle couldn’t do a damn thing about it— and worse, that you didn’t want to be “saved.”
“Wait outside for me, baby.”
You obeyed, assuming their conversation was going to go the way it usually did; never saying the quiet part out loud, always dancing around it with veiled accusations and loaded implications.
After that, I can see you using it as an opportunity to “manipulate” Shane. Though, it’s probably not manipulation if he knows what you’re doing.
“He was so mean to me…” You whined, draping your arms over his shoulders and pushing your body against his, looking up at him with a pout. Neither of you cared that you were standing in the middle of the parking lot. “It was terrible, Shane! But you saved me.”
“Is that right?” He chuckled softly, grabbing your ass with both hands to pull you impossibly closer, his slight bulge digging into your belly.
“Yeah… You’re my hero.” You said innocently, looking up at him through your lashes. It was a fucked up type of foreplay, honestly.
“You know what I think, baby?” He cooed, snaking one hand up your back to fist your hair, yanking your head back aggressively. “You wouldn’t have needed saving if you would’ve done what I fucking told you and stayed away from him.” He growled, always seeing an opportunity for punishment… “You’re lucky I don’t spank your ass raw right here.”
“Thank you, sir.” You whispered, hoping to placate him, your voice already trembling because you knew you were in for it.
Hi hi! So I’m wayyy too shy to interact openly but I just wanted to say I am also very very into Dex, and now also Shane bc Wilson Bethel just has such a way about him, he manages to make such complex and kinda awful guys so terribly charming. I mean it’s not just that he’s pretty, obviously he’s attractive, but it took a while for him to win me over. I mean it took me a while to care about Dex, but now that I do I’m in so deep I even give a shit about Shane.
There is barely any Shane X Reader but you’re doing it and I saw you say to someone else about sending in ideas? So I hope this is okay. I was very intrigued by jealous!Shane and that whole scenario you wrote for Helpless was so intense :0 and I am fascinated by their toxic relationship. How it came to be, and what are the dynamics exactly? Although I am a fan of just starting in the middle and allowing space to fill in the gaps. I think it is interesting to have him be so jealous bc she lets him do a lot to her, but for him to be that jealous and worry she could leave him means she does have some power in the relationship. But also I had an idea of possibly more . . . ? Like what if Kyle comes by looking for Shane and sees her and naturally assumes (correctly) that Shane is treating her terribly, that Shane is a total monster (doesn’t hurt that Kyle already thinks that of Shane) But how ‘good’ a guy is Kyle? He seems pretty unsure of himself in some ways, tormented by regrets and indecision. Would he cut her down immediately? Be her white knight? Would he try to kill Shane? (Kyle already kinda wants to kill Shane right) Would he take her back to his cabin? Would Shane hunt him down and kill Kyle? Would they . . . the three of them do something . . . with Shane calling the shots? I just imagine Shane would get the upper hand in the end and he would be furious she would even try getting away from him even if it wasn't her idea to be rescued. And he would be very taunting bc he loves to enrage Kyle. But would there be some tenderness? And is there any chance she is more in control than she seems and she's somehow manipulating them both for the thrill? I don't know but I was just thinking how it could be even more dramatic and the thought of throwing Kyle into the mix wriggled in. Either way I would want to see more of jealous Shane. But yeah, I hope this isn't a bother, hope you’re having a good day. And I would love to know if you have any thoughts on my thoughts?
(Here’s the fic op is talking about)
Thank you for the ask! I’m prolly not gonna touch on the drama/threesome part of it very much just cause I never really vibed with Kyle in that way and also cause I just don’t feel like it rn skdhsk. But in terms of the jealousy… I did decide to write more about that :) you can find it here bc this ask was quite long lol so I want to make it easier for people to reblog and what not
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