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the first scream is enough to make shane abandon the deer he’d been tracking.
one second the forest is quiet except for birds chirping and rustling leaves, the next he’s crashing through brush toward the campsite with his knife already in hand, expecting something much worse than what he finds. you’re standing on top of a log beside the tent, pointing so hard your whole arm shakes. “snake,” you choke out.
shane follows your finger, spots the little coil in the grass a few feet away, and lets out the smallest sigh “that’s what we’re yellin’ about?”
“it’s looking at me!”
“it ain’t,” he says, strolling forward like he’s taking an evening walk instead of approaching the thing currently ruining your life. “it’s a snake.”
“shane!”
“all right, all right.”
before you can protest again, he steps in, so quick and casual that it’s over almost before you register he’s moved. a second later he’s nudging it farther into the brush with a stick, making sure it’s no longer anywhere near camp. then he turns back toward you. you’re still on the log.
he folds his arms. “you plannin’ on livin’ up there now?”
“yes.”
he snorts. “gonna build yourself a little cabin?”
you glare at him. “you’re making fun of me.”
“a little.”
you cross your arms just as stubbornly. “I hate snakes.”
“I figured’” he walks over anyway, stopping close enough that you can reach for him if you want. when you don’t climb down after a few seconds, he lifts an eyebrow. “need rescuin’, princess?”
your cheeks warm, but you nod. without another word, he reaches up, settles his hands around your waist, and lifts you off the log like you weigh nothing at all. your boots hit the ground, but you don’t let go of him. instead your fingers bunch in the fabric of his shirt as your eyes dart nervously around the clearing.
“it’s gone.” he tries to calm you.
“you promise?”
“I'm not gonna let anythin’ get near you, sweetheart"
you smack his shoulder. he laughs under his breath, low and pleased, before pulling you just a little closer anyway. “c’mon,” he murmurs. “i’ll check around the tent if it helps.”
he does a slow lap through the campsite, kicking through patches of grass and peeking under the nearby logs until he’s satisfied there’s nothing left to surprise you. only then does he return, dusting off his hands.
“all clear.”
you finally relax enough to breathe. shane tilts his head, pretending to study you. “reckon I deserve thanks for savin’ your life.”
“my life wasn’t in danger.”
“sure looked like it from where I was standin’.”
you roll your eyes but step closer, slipping your hand into his. he squeezes once, thumb softly brushing over your knuckles. “next time,” he says with a crooked grin, “just holler my name instead of alertin’ the entire forest.”
“next time I see a snake, i’m climbing you instead of the log.”
his smile widens. “well,” he says, lacing your fingers together as he starts leading you back toward the fire, “that almost makes the snake worth it.”
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i am never Normal about any old man >_< especially not Shane Maguire like i Love the crows Feet and the little Beard and nghhh that grumpy old man can do Anything he Wants to me and i would be Happy (i want him to grope me after he’s had too much to Drink)
cw: 18+ mdni!!! non-con, degradation(reader receiving), little bit of spanking, gun play, implied age gap, pet names, unprotected p in v(wrap it up), mentions of blood/injury, creampie, reader does not have an orgasm, hair pulling
a/n: this took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to write. i’ve never written about gun play before so this was an experiment!! honestly i don’t know much about shane maguire except for the fact he’s super hot and hunts. also, i didn’t read this over so apologies for any typos or misspellings! anyway i hope you enjoy this little drabble! ps my reqs are open!!
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The forest was cold— the sun was setting and the breeze was blowing in from the west. You crawl through the tall and sharp shrubbery with only a small flashlight in hand. Your breath is shallow and nervous as you creep around every tree and flinch at the quietest noise. You heard a tree rustling to your left only to find nothing when you shine your light.
“Shane! I don’t like this anymore… it’s not funny.” You shout, your voice shaking, “Lets go home— I’m sorry for teasing you! Please… let’s go home.”
Another tree rustles to your left, shining your light causing you to see a tall figure. You drop your flashlight and run straight. There was enough sunlight to expose your path. You stomped on broken branches, sticks, and dried leaves. You heard footsteps chasing after you, the distance getting shorter by the second. You turn your head to look behind you then trip on an exposed tree root. You hit your knees against the ground, the dirt sticking to your bare knees. You crawl to sit against a tree, your back leaning against the hard wood. Blood begins to trickle down your leg from your cut knee. You hear footsteps all around you, paranoia filling your head. You try to look past all the bushes and tall grass, only to see no one.
A moment passes before the footsteps disappear. Silence filling the forest, the sound of insects and birds to be heard. You look all around you, heart racing out of your chest. The humid air caused your hair to stick to your forehead and now dirt marks all over your clothes.
You look around one more time before you feel cold metal pressing against your head.
“Found you.” Shane says, holding his gun to your head.
You look up at him, your head tilted all the way up. Shane moves his gun to the middle of your forehead. His large free hand moving to wipe the wet hair off your face. He grazes your cheek before gripping your jaw tightly, a cocky smile drawn on his lips. He bends his knees to get down on your level, the gun never leaving your skin.
“Still wanna mock my huntin’ skills, huh big girl?” His husky voice filling your head.
You nod your head side to side, tears welling in your eyes.
“Use your words.” He orders, gripping your face tighter.
“N-no… I’m sorry...” You hiccup with tears streaming down your face— your voice muffled by his hand.
“Sorry isn’t gonna cut it baby… you have to make it up to me in another way.”
His hand roughly opens your thighs, your lacy underwear exposed. You sob as he glides his long fingers across your covered slit.
“L-let’s just go home Shane… please..” You whimpered.
He pushes the barrel of his gun against your forehead, the back of your head hits the wood of the tree your leaning against.
“We are not going home until I’m done with you.” Shane says, “Now be a good girl for me and be quiet.”
His eyes never met yours, his primal gaze staying only to your growing wetness. Shane rubs his fingers against your cunt as you struggle to stay quiet. You whimper and moan as he teases you. You shake and grip the dead leaves for an outlet to the pleasure he’s forcing on you.
“No..no.. n-not here..” You cry.
Shane takes his hand off your cunt grabs your jaw. The absence of his hand allowing a brush of cold wind against your wet spot. He flips the safety off his gun and presses it deeper into your skin. He crawls over you now— your legs laid out, his knees around your thighs. Tears wet your cheeks as he angles your face to look at him. His grip is tight and possessive.
“You really think I’m gonna listen to you? You’re nothing— you’re just a doll I can please myself with. Now you listen to me. Enough with the talking— unless you want a bullet in that pretty little head of yours. Got it baby?” He whispered.
You nod your head reluctantly. Fear taking over your body.
“Now, get up.” Shane orders, standing up, pointing the gun square at you.
You push yourself off the ground. Your bra strap falling to your shoulder, your clothes covered in dirt, knee bleeding. You try to brush some of the leaves off of you, but it was no help to your appearance. You’re a mess, but soon you’ll be an even bigger mess when Shane’s done with you.
“Bend over.” He motions the gun towards the tree you were leaning against.
You hesitantly move with your tear stained face and dirt filled nails. You place your hands against the tree and bend over, your back to Shane. Your dress hikes up as you bend, exposing your underwear once again. Your hair falls past your shoulders and next to your face as you put your head down and sob. Tears falls to the ground, wetting the dry soil.
Shane walks up to you, his hips aligning with your ass. You feel his strained erection against your skin. Once more, his gun is pressed against the back of your head. Shane grazes the cloth on your back before grabbing the fabric.
“You can lose this.” Shane says, pressing into you.
You take your hands off the tree and begin gliding your dress off your body. You hear Shane groan at the sight of your naked body. Only left in a bra and matching panties, Shane’s hand lands on your ass. The feeling traveling up your skin.
“Good girl…” Shane says, holding your ass as he glides the cold barrel of his gun down your spine.
He admires your body, every curve, every scar, every beauty mark. He rubs his hands against your cold skin, providing little warmth in the freezing forest.
You shiver as the wind picks up and the sun completely sets. Your flashlight barely lighting up your surroundings.
You feel Shane’s gun slip between your panties and begin to pull them down. The cold air brushing your sensitive folds. You dig your fingers into the solid wood as Shane glides the cold metal across your wet pussy. He chuckles as he watches your body’s reaction.
“You like this, don’t you? You slut.” The gun circles your hole, “Such a disgusting pervert— getting wet from a gun. God, anything could please you.” He smiles.
You whimper as his grips your skin. The heat from his body radiating on yours. Your skin still burning from where he spanked you. You feel everything all at once, but all you can do is cry.
Shane’s hand moves to grip your neck, turning your head to him. The tears still streaming down your cheeks, you choke as he turns your neck.
He looks into your eyes with no remorse. He smiles seeing your scared face. He moves the gun back to your head, your eyes following his hand.
“If you try to run as I fuck you, I will shoot you. Understood?” Shane says, his free hand working the button of his jeans.
You whimper as you nod your head, remembering his past order of silence.
Shane takes himself in his hand, pumping his thick cock as he aligns it your tight hole. He roughly shoves his length into you. You gasp before he impatiently begins slamming in and out of you. One hand on the gun, one hand gripping your hips. You moan as your feel Shane repeatedly hit your spot. Your eyes roll back as he fucks you. He groans every time he enters you again, feeling himself stretch you out.
“No one else can use this pussy but me…” He mutters as he thrusts into you, “Fuck… you’re so tight.”
You cry and moan into the quiet forest. You’re pretty sure the nearby campsite can hear you loud and clear. The wet slapping of skin, the moaning and groaning, and the snaps of branches around you.
Shane’s hand crawls up your back, taking a fist full of your hair as he pulls your head back. Your neck curved back as his thrusts growing sloppier.
“Ngh.. fuuuuckk.. mmmh..” You groan, tears glide down your cheeks. Your voice grainy and dry from your loss of breath.
You hear Shane breathing heavily behind you. His pace growing faster and harsher. The skin of his hips stings against your ass, causing rosy red marks on your skin.
The tip of your fingers imbedded into the tree you’re being fucked into.
“I’m gonna fill you up baby, make you mine forever.” Shane groans as his thrusts become messy and desperate.
You sob as he drills into you, chasing his finish. Shane’s hips buck against you, feeling his cock twitch inside you as his release coats your hole. He fists your hair roughly and lightens his grip on his gun. A guttural moan leaving his mouth as he presses into you. His warm seed filling you up, just like he said. Shane leaves his cock in you post finish, making sure every drop gets in you.
You’re breathless, and unsatisfied. Shane left you that way when you upset him— pleasuring himself and leaving you wanting more.(in turn ensuring you’re on your best behavior so he’ll let you finish next time)
Shane pulls out of you quickly, leaving your hole aching for his cock. You feel his seed dripping down your ruined pussy and down your shaking thighs. He steps back to take a look at the masterpiece he’s made of you, a panting dirty mess of a girl. You stay still, hands still on the tree, body still bent over.
“You better watch your mouth next huntin’ trip baby, look where it got you tonight..”
synopsis: your father was a raging alcoholic, a man who did the bare minimum and slapped a “best dad of the year” award on it. for years you struggled to make peace with it, to accept that you would never have the love from a father. but when he tried to weasel his way back into your life, you found it in a man who gave you the love and attention he never did.
word count: 4.5k
warnings/content: age gap (early 20s and mid 40s), daddy issues, suggestive content, non-explicit oral (fem! receiving), implied smut, mentions of murder, mentions of cheating (not shane), reader needs constant reassurance, sex as a coping mechanism
pae speaks ~ inspired by the song ‘daddy issues’ by the neighborhood <3
After having yet another pointless argument with your father, you practically ran all the way to Shane’s camp. It was dark out, your only light coming from the moon and the weak flashlight on your phone. He’d probably scold you for it but you were already doing that to yourself.
Tears tracked down your cheeks. Every time you thought they’d stop they just kept coming.
Growing up with a father who cared more about his friends and going to the bar rather than helping your mother raise you had put you off from men for a long time. During your teenage years, you saw the reason your mom divorced him in the first place.
The guilt tripping was what started it.
You didn’t want to watch a movie with him? Suddenly that trip to the beach where he dragged the wagon up the sand meant nothing.
You were busy with your friends for the weekend? Now that time he bought you medicine as a kid was his biggest accomplishment as a father.
From there is was all gaslighting and manipulation over slurred words and empty promises.
At seventeen you felt an emptiness. One that you wanted to be filled by being held in the arms of a man who actually cared, who actually wanted to treat you like someone instead of a burden.
Only a few years later, now an adult, you had been on the lookout for an older man.
Then you found Shane.
He was aware you were too young. Way too young for a man like him to even think twice about. But he couldn’t shake you. Couldn’t take his eyes off of you every time you walked into the general store or when he spotted you on a nice nature walk with your mom.
And when you kissed him that night he was only supposed to be comforting you?
Well, he was gone from there.
Your quiet sniffles and the sound of dried leaves crunching under your shoes were the only giveaway to your arrival at his camp.
Shane was smirking, wondering what his baby girl was doing finding him out in the forest at such a late hour. Usually it was because you were needy, fussy over the heat or the tenderness of your body during ovulation week.
He reveled in your reliance on him. How you, a sweet little thing, could ever need a man like him.
But as soon as he saw your glassy eyes and your puffy lips, his smirk fell.
“Hey, hey,” Shane rushed out, setting his beer bottle down and standing up. He caught your shaking frame with his hands on your arms, a grounding touch. “What’s my baby cryin’ ‘bout, hmm?”
You covered your face with your hands, feeling embarrassed for coming all the way out here just to cry. “My d-dad,” you hiccuped, pressing your forehead against his chest.
This wasn’t anything new. Not to Shane. Your father was a topic that got brought up more often than not. He was one of the leading sources of your sadness, always making you cry when you got the courage to see him again. You wanted to be the kind, loving daughter who had a good relationship with her father but he made that nearly impossible.
Those strong arms wrapped around you, Shane pulling you closer as his jaw tightened. “What’d he do this time?”
Your fingers curled into his dark shirt, keeping him close. “He was drunk again. But he tried telling me he wasn’t and then started rambling about how it was my mom’s fault our family was torn apart.”
While Shane wasn’t the best at comforting people when they were hurt, he was good at getting angry at the others who did the hurting.
There wasn’t another person who hated your father more than Shane. He couldn’t stand the man. Every time your dad got brought up in a conversation, you shut down. Your happiness was stripped away because of the man who’d never shown you the love you needed.
Shane knew it. Of course he did. He’d always questioned why you were with a man like him but the emotional absence of your father was answer enough.
“Stop seeing him,” Shane said firmly.
You shook your head. “I feel bad, Shane. He doesn’t have anyone. All his friends live in another state, he doesn’t have a girlfriend, he can’t keep a job. The least I can do is show up.”
There it was—the result of years of manipulation and guilt tripping.
“He’s a grown man, baby,” Shane pulled back, his entire face hard with pent up frustration from how many times this has happened. “He did this to himself.”
You dropped your arms to your sides, staring up at him with glassy eyes.
For too long now you’d heard that. Not only from your boyfriend but everyone else who knew your father. Didn’t mean you knew how to accept it.
“But Shane—”
“Stop that.” His words were harsh, pointing his finger in your face. “Stop defending that sorry excuse of a man. Do you really think he cares about his daughter? Huh?”
“Of course he does!” You fired back before digging your fingers in the camo jacket you had thrown over your nightdress. “In his own way.”
Exasperated, he scoffed with a humorless smile before his face screwed up in rage as he kicked an empty beer bottle. Once he released some of his anger, he ran a hand through his dirty hair, chest heaving.
Taking a tentative step closer, you grabbed onto his arm. “I know he’s not gonna change but… he’s still my dad.”
That was it.
Shane snapped, his fingers digging into your shoulders. “You walked miles in the dark to get away from him. Don’t you dare come to me just to defend him.”
You sniffled, flinching slightly at his tone but you knew he had a point. “I’m sorry, Shane. I just…”
His eyes searched your face before his hand came to squeeze your chin, pulling your head closer. “Just what?” His voice was still rough, angry.
“Just needed you.”
With a grunt, he let go and stepped back, shaking his head. He ran a hand over his blonde stubble, already thinking of ways to get back at your father for making his little girl so upset. He should’ve been thinking about how he could comfort you but since this was a normal occurrence, he just let you situate yourself.
You didn’t want to aggravate him more so you slowly crept around him, going to sit on the log by the fire.
Shane had his back towards you, looking like a statue with how still he was. Even though you’d been with him for a while, you never knew if the stillness would result in him calming himself down or the start of a crash out.
Tonight, you hoped it was the former.
Deciding not to trigger him, you stayed silent, fiddling with the lace hem of your nightdress to keep your hands busy.
Every time you thought those old wounds were healed over, you came to find that they had just been covered up by a thin bandaid. For a long time you didn’t want to believe it. That your own father loved getting drunk more than he loved his wife or child.
“You’re my world” he’d say or “I love my daughter more than anything.”
But his actions said otherwise.
The people in your life who knew of his behavior chalked it up to him being a good person but having his issues. You believed that. Until you didn’t. After you found out he cheated on your mother more than once, it made you sick to your stomach. It happened before their marriage and then during it as well. He made her take care of you while he was out at a bar, slinging beers and hooking up with random women.
There was no accountability either. He always tried to convince you that your mom was actually the bad guy in this situation when you already knew everything.
You knew the type of man he was—selfish, greedy, and the biggest narcissist you’d ever met.
But when you looked up at Shane through your teary eyes? You saw a man who’d actually take care of you. One who wouldn’t treat you like a chore or choose alcohol over you.
His right hand reached back towards his waistband. You saw the way his shirt came up a bit, revealing the matte finish of a 9mm pistol.
It didn’t scare you like it was supposed to. You knew he was a deer hunter, his hands knowing the way around a gun better than most. You’d seen him clean them, hold them, grip them. It made you flustered, watching him run his veiny hand over the sleek barrel.
But as you watched his fingers graze the cold metal, you realized that he only hunted with a rifle or shotgun.
The moment it dawned on you, fear gripped the back of your neck.
You’d seen those types of pistols in movies. The ones used for hunting people—not animals. Which could only mean he was considering tracking your father down and putting a silver bullet right between his eyes.
You swallowed hard, putting your hands in your lap to stop them from shaking. “Shane.”
He didn’t look at you. Instead, he pulled the gun out from his waistband and removed the empty magazine. “What is it?”
Think of something you mentally yelled. You needed to keep him distracted, get him to focus on you and not the twisted sense of anger filling his veins.
“I don’t wanna be alone right now,” you said quietly, the fire popping and crackling in the night air.
Shane slowly turned around, firelight casting dancing shadows over his weathered features. His dark shirt hugged his body in just the right way, revealing his strong biceps and the soft roundness of his belly even though you knew the ridge of his muscles there as well.
If you were anyone else to him, it might’ve been scary. And while you feared he’d do something irreversible to your father, he would never do that to you.
Being with Shane was thrilling. He braved the wilderness every day, sometimes letting you tag along but always making sure you stayed safe. Protection came easily to Shane, making sure his little girl never got hurt. He wouldn’t let that happen.
Reluctantly, he tossed the gun into a duffel bag before moving over to you.
His large hands spanned your waist, lifting you with ease before taking your spot. Just as easily he pulled you into his lap, your back flush against his chest.
You sagged back against him, arms crossed as his locked securely around you.
There were a lot of unsaid words still hanging in the air. Why is he had his gun out, how upset you really were about your absent father, how badly you wanted Shane’s comfort.
He knew that.
He just had no idea how to show it.
His chin rested on your shoulder, bringing one of his hands up to pull your hair to the other side so your bare neck was exposed to him.
With all the gentleness he could muster, his lips pressed lightly against your fluttering pulse. The single touch made you snuggle further into his chest.
A heavy breath was released against your skin as his other hand slipped down to toy with the top of your lacy knee socks.
“Wear these for me, baby?” He rasped lowly into your ear.
“Mmm,” you hummed, brain going fuzzy with his gentle caresses—completely uncharacteristic of him.
But you weren’t complaining in the slightest.
You knew he was a rough man. Everyone did. And yet, you were the only one he made an exception for.
His spiky stubble scratched your soft skin and you felt him smirk. “That’s not an answer, pretty girl. Use your words.”
An involuntary whine escaped from your mouth. “Yes, Shane. Wore them for you.”
He let out a pleased hum. “That’s what I thought. Was that so hard? To be honest with me?”
You shook your head against his shoulder. “No, sir.”
“Good girl.” Shane gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze, making your eyes flutter shut as his calloused hands caught on the smooth skin.
Being touched by Shane made everything fade to white noise. It was just you and him, surrounded by miles and miles of untamed forest and mountains that would keep this moment between you two encapsulated from any outside observer.
You listened intently to the bugs chirping, the hoot of a nearby owl, Shane’s ragged breathing and the kissing sounds as he lavished your neck.
However, after the night you had, it would take a lot more than just a few kisses to make you feel better.
“Shane?”
“Yeah?”
Your eyes opened, staring up at the starry sky, silver twinkling against the canvas of black. “You… you aren’t going to cheat on me, right? You wouldn’t… wouldn’t do that to me?”
His kisses came to a halt.
You felt the way he stiffened, his body going ridged and you almost wanted to take your questions back.
But Shane knew exactly what he was getting into when he decided to enter a relationship with a young woman like you. Especially one who had never had a good relationship with any man before since that picture had been ripped to shreds years ago.
From the very start of your relationship with him, he knew you required constant reassurance. You had to know he still wanted you, still wanted to be with you, still wanted to hold you, still loved you.
While, admittedly, he did find it slightly annoying, he gave it to you every time without complaint.
He turned you to face him, now sitting sideways on his lap. “Now, just why would I do that?”
You forced yourself to keep eye contact with him, knowing he’d manhandle you if you didn’t. “I don’t know. Just, please answer me.”
His heady gaze traced over your face, his fingers grazing against your cheek before fitting them loosely around your throat. “Oh, sweet girl, you don’t gotta worry ‘bout that. I’ve got ya now.”
The air seemed to thicken as his face got closer to yours, feeling his breath fan across your lips. “Not your father, not any of those men at the bar. I have you, okay?” He tilted your chin up slightly with his knuckle. “I know what he’s done to you—what he continues to do to you—but I’m not gonna let it happen again, alright? You’re my little girl now. Not his. Mine.”
His words struck a chord within you. One that you didn’t know existed until Shane.
A longing that had been buried by years of neglect was hit dead on just with a few words. It made your heart pump and your cheeks to turn pink.
All that time you’d spent yearning for a man to take care of you and to love you unconditionally felt like nothing now. Not when you had Shane Maguire holding you close and giving you hope that things were finally changing.
“Hey. Look at me,” he said firmly, fingers tightening only a fraction. “Look at me and tell me you understand.”
Your eyes locked on his, glassy again with how overwhelmed you felt with emotion. “I understand, Shane.”
“You better. ‘M not letting you go.”
His mouth met yours in a deep kiss, his tongue pushing past your lips without warning. You gasped which just made him kiss you deeper, fingers digging into your throat to keep you exactly where he wanted you.
Your hands flew to his messy hair, latching on to ground yourself.
Shane kissed you like he was starving. Like he needed to prove just how much he meant what he’d said—that he was a man of his word. He knew his girl, knew that you liked gentleness and he was willing to give it to you.
Just not when he needed you to understand how serious his words were.
A lot of your life was a series of words that held no value, empty promises that were never fulfilled by the people you needed them to be fulfilled by.
As his fingers trailed up your thigh to grip the soft flesh, he knew he would be the one to break that cycle.
Your head went blank. His tongue was hot, sliding against yours almost obscenely. He didn’t stop. Not even for a second as he stood up, holding you tight like you were a feather.
Shane all but tossed you onto his sleeping bag. You yelped a little bit but it didn’t hurt. His large frame bent down as he stepped into the tent, zipping it closed behind him.
Then, he was all over you.
His lips were on your knee, pulling the sock away from your shin with his teeth before letting it snap back. All while he worked on getting your cute little shoes off, tossing them in the corner. You were laid back on your elbows, watching him closely with your kiss swollen lips parted. He always made you breathless but when you felt him trailing those wet, sloppy kisses up your leg, oxygen felt far away.
“Take it off,” he growled against your thigh but the way he was taking small pieces of skin and nipping at it was making it hard to focus on anything else.
As a whimper escaped you, his teeth sank harder into the plush muscle. “I said, take it off.”
Quickly, you unzipped the camo jacket and pushed it aside. It left you in your white nightdress—plain, simple, silky. To Shane, it was the prettiest garment he’d ever seen. His eyes traced up your body, the fabric draped over every curve and dip, outlining the softness only he got to touch, kiss, bite. You nearly looked too beautiful to touch with your glassy eyes, swollen lips, red splotches on your cheeks, and messy hair. It sent blood rushing south, his pants instantly getting tighter just from seeing you all laid out for him.
Delicately, the rough pads of his fingertips stroked over your stomach where the silky fabric lay untouched. A shuddering breath left him as he pressed harder, curling his fingers until it bunched beneath his hand.
Shane nuzzled his face between your breasts, inhaling deeply. Gosh, you smelled so good. He did it again until his senses were completely overwhelmed by you.
Your chest rose and fell quickly under his cheek, feeling so much and yet needing more.
Squirming a bit, you pressed your hands hard against his shoulders, tugging his shirt up. “Shane… please.”
His lips curved into a smirk, hearing the desperate lilt of your voice. The feeling of your small hands pulling helplessly at his shirt made him harder and he gladly removed it.
“Stay still for me, baby,” he said, strong hands sliding up your thighs before pushing your nightdress up to your waist. With a groan, his arms wrapped around either of your thighs, pulling them open more.
A ragged groan tore from his throat at the sight of your pretty little panties, a wet spot already staining the center. He couldn’t stop staring, tracing circles on your inner thighs to see it grow.
You tried writhing again, the ache making your body react without your permission.
His grip tightened automatically, bruising in its intensity. “What did I say?”
Despite your best efforts not to, another desperate whimper fell from your lips. “To… to stay still.”
“Mhm,” he hummed before leaning forward, pressing a barely-there kiss right where you wanted him. He could smell your sweetness, making it hard to resist just giving you what you wanted.
“Shane,” you whined, your hips bucking up to try and gain more friction.
“Aww, is my little girl needy tonight?” He smirked, toying with the elastic of your panties, pressing hard into your hips to keep you from wiggling. His thumb pressed down against where you were most sensitive, watching as you tossed your head back in frustration. “Don’t worry, pretty girl, I’ll take care of it.”
Finally, his teasing stopped as he finally dragged your panties down your legs and slid them off, keeping your knee socks in place.
Stars burst behind your eyes as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue making direct contact with your wet heat. You thighs went to close at the sudden friction but he quickly tossed your limbs over his shoulders to keep you from going anywhere.
“Shane, oh…” you moaned.
Shane was a dirty man and the sounds he was making of your pleasure were proof of it. You could hear the squelch of his tongue lapping up your arousal, listening to the wet sucking noise as he paid special attention to the main source.
Before you met Shane, boys were never something you really paid any mind to. You were good in school, focusing on your grades and graduating. Your first kiss happened when you were 18 at a New Year’s party your friends had dragged you to.
But that was it. He wasn’t a very good kisser so you went back to not caring.
However, as the issues with your father progressed and you became intertwined with Shane, he changed it all for you.
He awakened something inside you. Something natural, something beautiful. You bloomed out of your shell, turning towards Shane like a sunflower turns to sunlight. He touched you in ways you never could have imagined before, earning those special noises and reactions only reserved for him.
Now, as he made you come for the first time that night, everything felt irrelevant except for him.
Outside the tent came faint footsteps. You blinked awake, the tent walls not doing anything to keep the morning rays away from your slumbering state. Early signs of life filled the forest surrounding the camp—birds chirping joyously, humming bugs singing, the trees rustling in the breeze.
A yawn stretched your mouth wide before it snapped shut again as you ran a hand over your face.
Last night hung in the tent. Your jacket was in a heap, your shoes tossed in the corner, your panties carelessly draped over a lantern. Heat rose into your cheeks, feeling the deep care Shane had given to you deep in your bones.
Shifting slightly to throw the sleeping bag off of you, you winced at the very prominent ache between your thighs. Flashes of why they were sore ran through your mind—his fingertips digging in, his teeth sinking into them, his hips pushing you wide open.
Nervously, you peeled your nightdress up. You sucked in a sharp breath between your teeth as you carefully moved your legs to reveal the redness between them, the bruises on your thighs and hips.
Sometimes you forgot how mean Shane could be. Not in a way that made you feel bad, but in the way that showed you how he expressed his tough love.
Gently, you traced the bruises he left. It made a small shudder pass through you.
His eyes bore into yours, heavy breaths hitting your swollen lips as his hips relentlessly slammed into yours. “C’mon,” he grunted, fingers tightening around your throat. “You can take it. I know you can.”
The sound of the tent zipping open made you flinch, ripping your hand away and pulling your nightdress down like you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t have.
Shane stepped inside. For a second you thought he hadn’t seen you admiring his work but as soon as he smirked, you knew he had.
“Lookin’ at yourself?” He questioned, sitting by your legs, bracing himself on one hand while the other landed on your calf. “Dirty girl.”
“I…” you knew there was no point in lying. “I’m sore, that’s all.”
His chapped lips stretched wide and instantly you regretted your words, stoking his ego more than you should’ve. “Good. Means I did my job right.” He leaned over you, pressing a harsh kiss on your lips.
At first, you sighed, his kiss a soothing balm to your aching body. But then you tasted something unfamiliar. Something tangy, coppery.
Your face drained of color when you realized what it was—blood.
You pulled back quickly, staring at him in horror.
Already anticipating your reaction, Shane’s grip grew tighter, putting a heavy hand on the back of your neck. “Did you really think I’d let that poor excuse of a man get away with what he did to my baby girl?”
Your heart gave a sharp kick into your ribs, panic flaring. “What did you do?”
His thumb brushed over your cheekbone. “What should’ve been done a long time ago. I made sure he won’t hurt you anymore.”
The worst possible scenarios started to spin through your head, nearly making you dizzy. You thought back to the gun, wondering if he’d found a full magazine and used it to make your father pay. It was the most extreme case but knowing Shane, you wouldn’t put it past him.
Shane could see the possibilities of what he’d done flicker over your face and he couldn’t have that.
After getting his sweet girl to cheer up after last night’s events, he didn’t want his success to be wasted by your father striking again.
“Don’t cry,” he said, seeing your bottom lip wobble and your eyes go glossy. “He’s just gonna have a hard time breathing for a little while. And when he’s fine? He’s never gonna hurt you again.”
Last night, after Shane had thoroughly pleasured you, he let you fall asleep on his chest.
But sleep never caught up to him.
He was restless, mind set on the tears he’d seen streaming down your cheeks when you stumbled into his camp when you should’ve been at home, asleep in your own bed. No matter how hard he tried to focus on how hard he’d made you come or the sounds you made when he breached your body, he couldn’t stop thinking about who had caused his little girl to be so upset.
So, before dawn could break over the Yosemite mountains, he had placed a kiss on your forehead and snuck out of the tent.
While he did consider bringing his gun, he knew all your father needed was a fierce right hook to the jaw.
Maybe then he’d get it through his thick skull that he was causing his daughter so much pain.
But once Shane felt his anger transfer from his chest to his fist, he couldn’t stop. It was one after another until your fathers face was a battered mess.
Sparing you the details, he just leaned forward until his lips touched your nose. “Do you trust me?”
Your answer came too quickly. “Yes.”
“Then believe me when I say you’re never gonna have to see him again. You have me now. Just me. Tell me you understand.”
You couldn’t argue. Despite the fact he wasn’t telling you in depth what happened, you weren’t quite sure you wanted to know. Your boyfriend was a violent man and there was no use in pretending any different.
“I understand, Shane.”
“Good.” He pressed a softer kiss against your lips this time. “Just need me. I just need you. My sweet, pretty girl.”
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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. ⊗
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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