previously was @dovemaguire on here (kinda went crazy and deleted everything AS WELL as the account) i’m 18, incredibly perverted, i go by any pronouns really and i love anything wilson bethel. i write about anything really, mainly stuff that turns me on which means some stuff might not be for everyone!! but if it is…follow ;))) i post my body sometimes #justaneedymutt
who i’ll write about: shane maguire, benjamin poindexter, scott reed.
some stuff i definitely WILL write about: rape/dubcon (!!!), abuse, forced intox, somnophilia, CNC, dumbification, kidnapping, incest/faux-incest, gun kink/fetish, knife kink/fetish, anything to do with weapons and violence really, asphyxiation, etc.
what i WON’T write about: anything i don’t want to???
anyways previous mutuals follow and say hi i’ve missed you and i’ve missed being an icky, gross, perverted individual on here. my dms ARE open but i will block if uncomfortable :)))
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DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT — corruption, age gap, reader is in her late 20s, violence, reader kills an animal, smoking, alcohol, gun, outdoor sex, kyle turner is reader’s father (not implied... heh...)
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you’re a good girl
always careful. always following what your dad told you. sure, you’re curious. but you’ve never touched anything that could ruin you. cigarettes. alcohol. none of it. you never touched your dad’s weapons without permission. never snuck out to meet boys behind his back. never talked to strangers. you’ve always obeyed your dad.
he is strict. very strict. but you understand why. he cares about you.
he never had to worry about boys your age getting to you. he knows you’re not interested in them. besides, none of them could ever take proper care of you. you can do that yourself.
but really...
your dad doesn’t know everything about you. you are a curious girl.
he doesn’t know that every time he talks about that tough old man, that asshole of a human being, the one he hates with every fiber of his being,
it only makes you more curious.
shane maguire was everything your father warned you about. and yet… you couldn’t bring yourself to stay away from him. you really couldn’t.
that’s why you started talking to him behind your dad's back. that’s why you’d tell your dad you were meeting friends, when really, you were making your way to shane’s camp. that’s why, before you even realized it, you were tagging along with him on hunts. keeping him company where your father would never think to look.
you were a curious girl. shane loved that about you. he liked teaching you things. things your father never had.
like how to hold a gun.
standing behind you, he guided your hands around the pistol. his larger hands covered yours, adjusting your grip before sliding to straighten your posture. “shoulders back.”
you did as you were told. his chest brushed against your back as he leaned in, helping you line up the shot. a deer grazed quietly in the distance.
you frowned. “i feel bad.”
“i know.” his voice was low. “but pretty girls like you should know how to use one of these.” his thumb shifted slightly against your hand. “there’s plenty of bad men in the world.”
his breath skimmed your ear. “pull the trigger, sweetheart.”
you squeezed. the gunshot split through the trees. the deer dropped where it stood. you flinched from the recoil, but shane steadied you before you could stumble. your eyes stayed fixed on the deer.
without a word, shane took the pistol from your hands and unloaded it. his other hand settled on your waist. one gentle squeeze.
“atta girl.”
the words were quiet. almost effortless. yet they made your heart flutter all the same. a shy smile tugged at your lips.
gosh, you really love it whenever he praises you.
the line between curiosity and habit blurred so quietly you never noticed it disappearing. he taught you things your father never wanted you to learn. and every time you hesitated, he made it seem harmless.
he always promised he’d look after you. you believed him. after all… he’d never given you a reason not to.
he was an old man. he knew better than you.
“just a sip. i won’t tell.”
you took the bottle. your fingers brushed his. the beer was cold. bitter enough to make you wince. still, you took it. he smiled. then reached over to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. his eyes stayed on you. you looked back at the bottle. slowly, you raised it to your lips.
the smallest sip you could manage. bitterness bloomed across your tongue. your eyebrows pinched together as you quickly lowered it. shane laughed under his breath. his thumb swept across your chin, catching the drop of beer clinging there. before you could react, he pressed his thumb against your lips. you accepted it absentmindedly. sucking his thumb. your tongue brushed against his skin while you were still distracted by the taste of the alcohol.
“you’ll get used to it.” he squeezed your cheeks before taking the bottle from your hands and drinking from it himself. when he offered it back, he nudged the rim against your lips. you gladly took another sip. your eyes squeezed shut.
“it’s really bitter, shane.”
“i know.” a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “the first one’s always rough.”
you woke up inside shane’s tent. your phone was still back at home. you had left it there so your dad wouldn’t be able to track you.
your head pounded. you climbed out of the tent, only for your legs to give out beneath you. before you could fall, shane caught you. “easy, girl.” his arm settled around your waist as he guided you toward a nearby log.
“shane…” you rubbed your temple. “my head hurts.”
“i’ve got you.” and he did. he stayed with you until the pounding eased. make sure you drink enough water. wait until the smell of beer fades from your breath. he even helped get rid of the traces of himself lingering on your clothes before sending you home.
that day, your father worried about you so much. luckily, you were smart enough to come up with a convincing excuse.
you’d always hated the smell of cigarettes. but sitting beside shane somehow made the smell easier to tolerate. he glanced over. your eyes were fixed on the cigarette between his fingers.
“want some, bambi?” that amused little smirk rested on his lips. the same one your dad would’ve wanted to punch right off his face. you thought about it. then gave him a small nod. you were still unsure. but you trusted shane.
his free hand cupped your jaw, gently drawing you closer. he rested the cigarette between your lips.
“slow.”
you took your first drag. the smoke burned the moment it reached your lungs. you broke into a coughing fit. your forehead fell against his chest as another cough escaped you. shane laughed quietly. his hand rubbed slow circles over your back before two fingers tilted your chin back up. “you inhaled too much.”
he smirked, taking another drag from the cigarette. you watched him closely. curious.
he leaned in until your faces were only inches apart. his thumb tapped lightly against your bottom lip. you parted them without a word. tilting his head, he slowly exhaled the smoke into your mouth. “inhale.”
you listened.
he waited another second. “now blow.” the smoke drifted back into his face. he smiled.
the second time the two of you went to the lake together, you simply held your hand out. he looked at you for a moment before letting out an amused chuckle.
then he slipped a cigarette between your fingers. and lit it for you. after that, it became a habit. you started smoking.
it wasn’t so bad after all.
your father had been worrying more and more every time you came home.
“you’re coming home later and later.” his voice was firmer than usual. “you don’t answer my calls. you leave your phone at home. then you disappear for hours.”
you stood there quietly. “...i’m sorry.”
“don’t apologize just to make me feel better.” he rubbed a tired hand over his face before looking back at you. “tell me what’s going on.”
guilt twisted deep inside your chest. you walked over and wrapped your arms around him, resting your cheek against his shoulder. “nothing’s wrong.” your voice was barely above a whisper. “i’m just spending time with my friends.”
he sighed.
“...you know i’d never do anything to worry you.” you hugged him a little tighter. “i’m sorry.
you hated lying. you really did. yet every word left your mouth while a pack of cigarettes rested quietly inside your jacket pocket.
your dad would never think you’d do something like this. you were too good for that. too careful. too clean. he would never think you’d lie to him. your heart was far too soft.
your dad would never think that you’d be bent over a log with an old man abusing your cunt over and over again.
your head locked on his bicep. biting on it as you try to keep yourself quiet. your knees bruised and your skin all dirty. panties torn apart. crying from how good it feels.
you sobbed, mumbling words over and over again. your arms were grinding against the rough bark of the fallen tree and your knees were hurting from the dirt underneath. yet, everything felt good. hurts so good. he was fucking you too good. you’ve already come three times and he still won’t stop. legs shaking and cum leaking down your thighs.
“can’t keep up, baby?” he panted in your ear. smiling as he slammed deeper and deeper. loving how dumb you easily get on his cock. “all that good girl act and this is what you just wanted the whole time, huh?”
he let go of your head. unwrapping his arm from around your neck. he lets you have a rest before pulling your head back by the hair again. he twisted the strands and forced your head back until your spine arched. until you could see the treetops spinning above you.
he started moving. fast and deep.
each stroke dragged against every sensitive ridge inside you. you felt your own wetness coating him, heard the filthy suction sound every time he pulled out to the tip and slammed back in. it made your thighs quiver and your toes curl. your back against his chest. you could feel yourself getting closer again.
“harder, please- shane-” you gasped out. he did not let you finish. he just fucked you harder and harder until you couldn’t even make a sound from how good it feels. just mouth open and tears falling.
his hand left your hair, snaked around your front, and found your clit. he didn’t rub gently. of course he wouldn’t.
“fuck!” you managed to whine out as he smeared his thumb across it, grinding the hood back, pressing down hard enough to make you cry out. your hips tried to jerk away but his arm locked you in place.
"where you going, huh?" the mockery in his voice was thick enough to taste. “not so eager now that i’m giving you what you wanted?”
“i- fuck- i’m gonna-” you cried. your body stopped trying to escape him. you simply melted to how he was treating you.
“you’re what?” he fucked harder. his pelvis slapped against your ass with a wet crack each time. “you’re coming again? already? fuck, baby, you’re so easy.”
you nodded. “i’m cummi- shane- please- i’m gonna-” you couldn’t finish a sentence. your legs squeezing together as your walls clenched around him. then you felt it. you came all over his cock again.
he fucked you through it, each thrust sharper now, more punishing, because your oversensitive nerves screamed. you tried to push back again, tried to crawl forward, but his hand locked onto your hip and held.
then he stopped.
pulled out completely. for a breath, two. the air hit your soaked cunt, cold and sudden. you heard your own ragged breathing, the distant chirp of a bird, the rustle of leaves. your body trembled, waiting, expecting. then his hand gripped your hip again, and he drove back in without warning, burying himself to the hilt, making you scream.
“such a mess.” he was breathing so hard. his arm slid down your waist. he sucked and licked your neck harshly. giving you marks that will surely be so hard for you to cover. surely would get you in trouble.
purposely. aggressively.
you were so sensitive. and yet, he was still fucking you at the same pace. not caring if your legs were haking.
why would he stop? he had waited for this. you're his good girl.
thinking abt watching a movie w ur stepdad n other uncles.. youre under a blanket, cuddled up to mark with your back pressed to his front and hes slowly dipping his fingers into your panties — playing with your pussy gently as you try to keep quiet >_< while ur running your foot along shane’s inner thigh.. pressing it against the tent in his pants and he grinds against it slightly…. dex having zero idea of whats happening.
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😵💫 forcemasc 😵💫 with 😵💫 shane maguire 😵💫 him making you wear his clothes because well they just look better on you 😵💫😵💫 even though you’re drownin’ in them 😵💫 him telling you that you look real handsome in one of his shirts and pair of boxers 😵💫 makes him want to jump your bones 😵💫 nghh 😵💫 him teachin’ you how to shoot a gun with the greediest look in his eyes 😵💫 the way your brows furrow and how you grip the hell outta the handle of the gun he’s given you 😵💫 such a tough guy doin’ it all on your own 😵💫😵💫 and he’s tellin’ you to keep it because at the end of the day a man always needs his gun for whatever reason 😵💫😵💫😵💫 makin’ you guys fight or wrestle in the dirt and he’s tellin’ you to get him to stay down on the ground in anyway possible 😵💫😵💫 doesn’t matter if you have to use a knife or press your gun into his throat to keep him down 😵💫 as long as you do it and prove yourself 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 the both of you tossing and turning as you throw punches at each other 😵💫 you clip his nose before he even gets the chance to throw one of his own punches and he’s huffin’ outta his nose like a big bad wolf as blood drips down over his lips and slides down his neck 🤤🤤🤤 you’re riding the high of getting a hit in and you’re throwing another punch into his jaw and he’s getting your ribs but you don’t go down 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 you guys are sweaty and bloody and tired by the time you finally get him onto the ground 😵💫 his body heavy on top of yours and all that makes you do is tighten the rear naked choke you got on him 😵💫😵💫😵💫 arm tightening when he wriggles and he’s tapping out with a grunt and tellin’ you, “Buck up, boy, i’m down, i’m down.” 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 and then he’s fucking you into the dirt the second he turns over 😵💫😵💫😵💫 legs forced apart as he pushes himself inside of ya 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 slapping your dick as he fucks real roughly into your drooling cunt 😵💫😵💫😵💫 doesn’t care when you cry or whine that it’s too much because boys take what they’re given and don’t fuckin complain 😵💫😵💫 and he’s slappin you across the face as he spits in your mouth 😵💫 telling you he’ll train your throat to take a real cock next OKAY FUCK 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 BAI IM GONNA JERK OFF NOW
shane maguire who hates when you call yourself ugly.
he thinks absolutely nothing in the world is further from the truth, he can't bare to hear you spew such nonsense about yourself. when he hears you talking to a friend over the phone and complaining about how bad your skin looks, or how disgusting you feel, he's making you hang up immediately.
so, when he's got you in possibly the meanest mating press, splitting you open on his cock and rubbing your puffy clit roughly, he makes you tell him the truth. "you hear me? hm?" he says, more stern than you've ever seen him, "tell me your my fuckin' pretty girl" he's flicking your sensitive bud cruelly when you hide your face in the crook of your arm, face blushing wildly with embarrassment. "tell me!" he snaps, yanking your arm from your eyes.
"i'm- m' pretty!" you hiccup, squirming underneath him, feeling more exposed than ever.
"yeah, there y'go" he coos, softening up a bit at your confession. he pulls you into him further, practically cradling you as he fucks into you at a slower, more gentle pace. "so pretty, hm?"
dex crying while eating you out just cause he loves you so much... moaning into your pussy and whining thank you's while he makes out with your cunt. you've got him wrapped around your finger, so obsessed and so so pussy-whipped. addicted to spending hours on end in between your legs, sucking on your clit and making you cum on his tongue. he can't help but sob while lapping at your heat, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you.
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thinking about alt!reader purposefully wearing short skirts & no bra to her bartending shifts bc shane maguire tips 50% on every beer. bending down to grab him another bottle, slightly arching your back to poke your ass out, you glance over and catch shane's lusty gaze run from your ass to your face. he winks and slides two crumpled bills your way. when u reach for the cash, he catches ur wrist with a calloused mitt of a hand. his thumb strokes the soft skin of your arm, back and forth, and he smirks when ur breath audibly catches. "new skirt, sweets?" your pretty nod makes him bite his lip, dick twitching in his pants. you say, "mhm, how'd you know?" all sweet n sheepish, blinking up at him through ur makeup. you play the game perfectly, feigning ignorance. he licks his lips, eyes flitting to ur tits, to ur hard nipples stretching the shirt, and shane has to fight the groan rising in his throat. "think i wouldn't remember?" he had the gall to look offended and you laughed. "m'not that old, baby. the tiny black one with that silver belt is my favorite." your flush reaches the tips of your ears, so u busy yourself taking other orders, though it's shane you spend the most time with. he pretends not to notice when u wear that specific skirt the next night.
and god forbid you wore platform boots...he's already sixteen steps ahead, imagining what it'd look like if he bent you over the bar. how is he expected to contain himself when u look like a doll? would your feet kick when you were close? if he took you on the bartop, legs draped over his broad shoulders, would they kick then? he felt like a horny teenager. for now, he'd settle for double-entendres and the long game bc a hunt is what shane maguire was made for!
shane defends u from creeps who are just trying to peek up ur skirt...he himself doesn't count, obviously. you're his girl. sure, the bar was public, and you're dressed like a slut, but other men weren't allowed to see you. he waits until you drift to the other end of the bar to approach any confused man who got it in their head that you were flirting with him. on more than one occasion, you'd see shane talking to a guy who just won't take 'no' for an answer, and that customer would hastily close their tab and leave the bar. you roll your eyes at his very clear display of jealousy, because of course he's pouting now. despite yourself, his protectiveness melts you. you did only flirt with him, and not just because it was easy as breathing, but because he was infuriatingly attractive and he knew it. you slide him a beer on the house and perch yourself in front of him, yapping about the day you'd had so far, like it was domestic. he would do the same til your shift ended and he walked you to your car before kissing ur knuckles goodnight. wouldn't go any further unless u begged <3
what? oh nothing, just expressing my love for shane maguire talking u through it <3 ugh just disgusting, teasing words laced in that low growl of his that drives u nuts…lips brushing the shell of ur ear as he tells u exactly how he’s gonna fuck u, exactly how ur gonna take it, exactly how much of a slut u are, and most importantly, exactly what u want. tells u to trust ur old man, bc he knows best, after all. you’re no prude, but his filthy words make u sweat like a whore in church obv ;)
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touchstarved!dex who cannot wait to come home to you after literally murdering people. he's in the middle of violently slaughtering one or fisk's workers and all he can think about is you on the couch so he can lay on top of you and snuggle his head in the crook of your neck. his favorite spot. when he is finally done and steps a foot in the house - dex sees you napping in the living room while the tv is playing and it's a heavenly sight for him. he doesn't want to wake you but he's been thinking about you all day and can't control himself.
"goodmornin', baby." dex rolls your sleepy body so you're on your back and spreads your thighs wide so he can get comfortable between them. you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, barely awake and he smiles as he starts leaving trails of kisses on your neck. "missed my baby so bad." he coos in your ear, rubbing his face on your skin like a little cat. you feel him getting hard between your legs and it hurts because he's a big, heavy man laying on you with all his weight.
"dex..?" you're freshly out of a dreamworld as dex presses down his bulge on your clothed cunt with more force, trying to relieve himself. his hands go inside your shirt to aggressively grope one of your tits, his other hand wrapping behind your thigh to feel you even closer. dex hasn't left your neck yet, biting and leaving marks while you groan at the sensation - his movements perfectly rubbing on your sensitive clit. suddenly, he stops completely and picks you up to switch positions. straddling you on his lap as you balance yourself.
