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Some of my favorite fanfics (DC & INVINCIBLE)

hiiii. I mostly made this list for myself because I tend to lose track of what I'm reading. I will keep updating this list every time I find a new fanfic that I like, and I finally started adding more stuff ;)

𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝘁!

sluttyangel04

18+ stuck in the chem lab with your annoying but hot bully!gojo

you shift in your seat uncomfortably, eyes raking over the clock on the wall of the university’s chem lab for the hundredth time already.

“you got somewhere else to be, nerdy?” the annoying voice of your classes bully!gojo rings through your ears, making you look up at him irritated. god, how you hate this guy. always so loud and annoying. he eyes you with that stupid smirk, obviously enjoying the way he has you on edge.

you don’t know how you’ve got into that situation. but you’re sitting in the chem laboratory with gojo satoru. your bully. he doesn’t really bully you, but he’s spending all of his free time in class teasing you. probably because you’re smart, a little nerdy. that’s what he calls it at least.

he’s been hanging behind in chemistry course and your professor had the great idea to ask you to help with a little after-class study session. of course you didn’t know that the person you were asked to help out was gojo, so you said yes. and as if that wasn’t enough, how high were the chances of your professor needing to leave in a hurry because of a family emergency? yea. low, but never zero.

now all alone with gojo, you’ve been trying your best to not let any personal relations influence you. he was here because he’s struggling with chemistry after all, right? but the guy sitting sprawled in front of you, man-spreading while looking you up and down with a teasing smirk isn’t making it easy for you.

“yea, I would’ve been home by now, enjoying the weekend off, gojo. keep doing the task” you mumble, flipping the page and reading the next task out loud, then explaining what he needs to do.

their little experiment is standing in front of them and both are clothed in lab coats, gloves and security glasses.

“so, you got it?-“ you look up but satoru is already eyeing the chemicals they have standing in front of them, grabbing all of the different test tubes and pouring them in the big flask all at once.

“oh my god what are you doing??” you try to snap the tubes out of his hands but hes already emptied them. “wasn't I supposed to do it like that?”

you jump up exhausted by his stupidity, looking at the flask and all the chemicals are bubbling up, creating fumes due to the chemical reaction. “no you weren’t!”

god, this is gonna be a long friday afternoon. you just want to go home and lay in bed. you turn around, quietly cursing him out in your head and whining to yourself.

“you already cryin’?” he teases as he comes up behind you and his hands find your.. waist?! you tense slightly, breath stuck in your throat.

his grip loosens, sliding up your body and then down your arms. “relax, will ya? I’m just messing with you”

he takes off your gloves, then slides his hands up your body again, up to your neck. a rough laugh escapes his throat as the hairs on your neck stand up. finally he stops the tease and just removes the safety glasses from your head, placing them on the table in front of you, like he hasn’t just been touching you like that. “we’re done with that shitty experiment, it’s boring either way”

exhaling, you finally step away with a sigh, running your hand through your hair. what was that? as you turn around again, he’s already discarded his own gloves and glasses.

he starts unbuttoning his lab coat. shit. you watch him intensely and you have no idea how he can make a simple action like that look so hot. so caught up in your thoughts you don’t notice that he’s already taken it off, now standing in front of you with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “you look.. distracted. how’s that?”

“uhh..” your mouth drops open but you don’t know what you even want to say. shit, you’ve been starring. and that way too obvious. you can’t help the fact that your bully is attractive, even if he goes on your nerves every second possible. he has that certain charm to himself. he’s basically a women’s magnet too, flirting with other girls every opportunity possible he gets. well, except with you. you’re just that little nerdy girl he likes to annoy. but the way he’s looking at you right now…

“cat got your tongue, little nerd?” he laughs. your eyes wide, you can feel your cheeks turn pink and you’d rather remove yourself from the situation than let him tease you any further for that. “uhh- I should go- gotta.. go home!”

as you scurry back towards where your chemistry papers are spread all over the table, you can feel his gaze on you. quickly packing your bag, the room way too quiet, you wonder what gojo is doing because there’s no way he’s letting that go without at least a little snarky remark. turning back around to face him, you see him studying something at the side of the chem tables, not even focusing on you.

“satoru..?” your voice finally rings out, calling him by his first name like you’re serious. wondering what the hell it is that got his attention. not answering you, focused on something else, a slight smirk appears on his face as all of a sudden he presses a big red button.

click.

your eyes dart towards where the sound came from - the main exit of the lab. then to satoru.

“oops.. now we’re stuck”

he can’t be serious. “you got to be kidding me, gojo..” your irritated gaze hits his. but he doesn’t seem the slightest bit bothered. he just shrugs, making his way back to you. “guess it’s just us now.. stuck here.. all alone” he pronounces those words as if there’s more behind it than just being locked inside a room with your annoying bully..

you look at him speechless, gulping as he suddenly hovers over you. “you’re not going anywhere… not yet” he looks down at you, smirking teasingly.

your throat is dry. what does that even mean. you have no idea. but you look up at him with those big eyes that he loves. shit. he can’t control himself when you look up at him like that. “you scared?” he manages to force out with a rough tone. finally giving you a break, waiting for a reply, anything.

you shake your head flustered. scared? no. nervous? 100 %.

finally, you let your bag drop to the floor with a loud thud. you haven’t even noticed that you’ve been tightly clutching it in your hands for the past minute.

satoru takes that as a sign, over winding the last distance between you two and pressing you against him by your lower back. “will ya take that off for me now?” he murmurs against your ear but doesn’t even give you any time, ripping the buttons of your lab coat open himself and pushing it off your shoulders. the coat falls to the floor and you’re left in your tight skinny jeans and cropped sweater you’ve been wearing all day. he doesn’t waste any time, hauling you close again by your waist. his warm hands making your skin tingle.

you gasp, crashing against him by the force of his pull and your hands land on his hard chest. damn. you can feel every muscle lining his body through his thin compressed shirt. it doesn’t leave much to the imagination and you have a hard time tearing your gaze off now.

“my eyes are up here, nerdy” his rough voice rings out in the otherwise quiet room. he emphasizes his statement by slightly grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to look him in the eyes, while his other arm still clutches your waist. keeping you close.

you can feel your cheeks heat up and you’re sure you’re already resembling a tomato. “aww, blushing already?” he teases, making fun of it.

“careful.. i might put you into positions that are actually worthy to be ashamed of” he chuckles but doesn’t carry out his threat… yet. instead his hand that's still holding you by your chin finds its way into the back of your hair, slightly grabbing it and hauling you forward all of a sudden.

his lips crash onto yours without warning and it doesn’t take long for the heat to rush between your legs. you gasp into his mouth. not even sure if that whole thing is a good idea but you just react on instinct, moving your lips against his in rhythm as he is holding you against him by your hair. satoru who’s been wanting to test the waters first is satisfied. smirking into the kiss he pulls away after achieving what he wanted to.

“getting weak for me already, little miss nerdy?” flustered and nervous you don’t know what to answer to that at all. he’s right but you wouldn’t want to admit that. you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t attracted to him. so when he’s hovering over you, looking down at you with those blue eyes.. you can’t help it.

gladly satoru gojo isn’t thaat much of a jerk. he doesn’t expect an answer when you stay quiet, too nervous to speak. instead he leans back down to connect your lips again. this time though he doesn’t hold back.

both his hands trail down your body, cupping your ass as he starts kissing you almost aggressively. you gasp, not expecting that at all and his tongue slips inside your mouth almost in an instinct, tangling with yours. fuck. you’re feeling so hot all of a sudden. flushed cheeks, smudged lipstick. you’re having a hard time keeping up with him and if that’s not enough, you can feel the way you’re dripping already. pathetic. but you can’t help it. you barely get into situations like this anymore. everyone is too focused on the fact that you’re acting like a nerd. no one would assume a girl like you has time for that kinda things, or is even interested in that.

your fingers grip his arms hard, holding on for support. but all you can notice is how good his muscles feel. is there anything about this guy that’s not hot?!

his hands get rougher too, squeezing your ass in his palms and pulling your hips impossibly closer against his. everything’s going pretty fast and you could push him away but a part of you wants him to keep going. shit, why not? what would possibly speak against having a bit of fun with the hottest guy in your class? maybe you will regret it, maybe it will make you seem easy but right now you don’t care. all that is important are his hands on you.

your thoughts are interrupted as you feel one of his hands trail down further, dipping between your thighs and cupping you there. a whimper escapes your lips between kisses and he chuckles, breaking the kiss for a second. “sensitive, huh?”

“s-shut up” you mumble out of breath, definitely not looking up at him because you’re too shy for that.

“mhhmn, nah. i’m enjoying this far too much - how flustered you are. and I haven’t even started” he continues teasing as he looks down at you, but you’ve pressed your face against his chest, way too flustered to face him. but he doesn’t care and takes your chin into his hand again, making you look up at him. “you’re cute. you know that? way better than when you’re giving me attitude…” and that doesn't help you. not at all.

looking up at him, you are forced to get used to the intense eye contact. he seems to really enjoy this, watching every single of your expressions until he leans up to your ear. “now.. tell me. do you want me to go on?” he whispers, his hand that is still nestled between your thighs starts to press against you, rubbing the fabric of where you want it most. you grip his shirt for support this time. not able to stop the gasp that escapes your lips. “so what is it, baby?”

the hairs on your neck rise by that nickname he uses and your legs press together. finally, you manage to rasp out the reply he’s been hoping for. “please- satoru… go on”

“good girl. that’s what I like to hear..” you can’t see his face but you can hear the way he smirks in his voice. “..you know. you should get a treat for being so brave” he chuckles, removing his hand from between your legs. you whimper at the loss of his feel against you but the next second he’s fidgeting with your jeans button, popping it open and pulling down the zipper.

he’s walking you backwards now, till your back hits one of the lab tables and he’s cornering you between it and him. not even a second later, his hand slips inside your jeans, coming down to find your soaked pantie. and at this point soaked is an absolute understatement. his middle finger finds it way between your clothed folds and a quiet laugh escapes him as you shiver. your eyes fly up irritated but he’s already opening his mouth.

“so wet for me already?” god that is so embarrassing. you are looking away, but he grabs your chin again. “nah-ah. don’t be embarrassed” he continues “that’s so damn hot. you’re so wet for me, I could spread you open with my dick right now, tell me would you like that?”

fuck. his words turn you on more than they should. you haven’t gotten any dick in months after all and it probably wouldn’t do any good to go in without any preparation.

no time to think any more, he groans. visibly turned on as well by that thought. already thinking about how good you will look spread around his cock.

pulling out his fingers from your jeans, he yanks them down already and grabs you by the hips. hard. “turn around for me then, pretty thing, will ya?”

your breath hitches and eyes widen, no time to react. he spins you around by your hips already and bends you over the table, which he had pressed you against before. you gasp loudly, body hitting the cold table. “satoru-“

“shh, be good for me and shut your little mouth, yea?” satoru interrupts whatever you were gonna say, pulling down your panties with that as well. when the cold air hits your bare skin, you shiver and press your legs together slightly, earning another chuckle from him.

“you’re so fucking good for me. so pretty, bent over on that table, all for me.” that doesn’t help and your clenching your legs together further, feeling your walls clench around nothing as you’re standing in front of satoru exposed. you’re feeling his gaze burning into you from behind and it doesn’t do any good that you’re already dripping into your pantie, which he had just pulled down. that’s how turned on you are. it seems to catch his attention as well as he inhales sharply, now finally giving a sign of life. “shit, you’re really that turned on without me even having to touch you there?”

it’s quiet for a second, until.. slap.

you cry out in pleasure, your knees almost collapse and you need to hold on to the edge of the table. fuck. satoru just slapped your bare cunt, not hard but enough to make the heat down there double up. if that’s even possible with how turned on you already are.

with a satisfied smirk he drops his hand down there again but not to slap you, no. his hand comes up to cup your wet folds, sliding two fingers between your lips and rubbing you. you can’t help but shiver under his touch and press out a desperate moan.

“you like that, huh?” he hisses, aggressively, as he thrusts two fingers up inside of you. finally filling out your aching walls. but it’s not enough. you’re so wet you can barely feel anything. you want, no - need more.

shivering under his touch, moaning his name, you finally get the courage to speak up. “satoru- ‘need more” you rasp out but it’s more of a whimper.

“yeah? shit, I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” satoru groans and pulls out his fingers again. he unbuckles his belt in a rush and undoes his pants, sliding them down as far as needed. his bulge has been pressing against the inside of his pants for a while already, happy to finally be freed.

he grabs the shaft of his thick length, finally guiding it against your folds, not pushing in yet but rolling his hips against you once. twice. his dick now coated in your wetness, he lines up at your entrance, already feeling the way you shiver from just that.

he inhales harshly, not waiting any longer. finally he pushes in with a deep thrust, groaning loud. “fuuuck, baby-”

“satoru- hah!” a loud moan rips from your throat and it pushes his ego. he pulls out completely, then slams into you again. hard. you’re seeing stars. feeling his cock already hit that spot inside of you and you almost collapse right then and there. satoru pushes you on to the table further until your legs slightly dangle in the air and you don’t need to hold yourself up. he keeps pushing in and pulling out in a punishing rhythm. his hands grab your hips hard and he keeps slamming you onto him with every thrust. every thrust of his is accompanied by his deep grunts and your desperate moans. it’s so loud, for once you’re glad that it’s a friday afternoon.

“you gonna be a good girl.. mhhn- and moan my name, yea?” his request is followed up by a hard slap on your butt.

“satoru-! please-“ you moan out loud, not able to form any further words. you’re ruined.

satoru keeps on pounding into you hard, making you turn into a moaning mess for him. not only are you, but also is your pussy, milking him hard with squelching sounds.

you can feel your orgasm building and your walls clench around satoru's dick whose thrusts are turning messy too.

“shit, you gonna come for me? all over my dick?” and that's the last push you needed. you’re moaning loudly, clenching hard around satoru and finally you come all over his dick. without even touching yourself.

satoru groans loudly, riding your orgasm out with some more hard thrusts. then he pulls out, stroking his cock and busts his cum all over your ass, breathing hard.

you slump over the table, gasping for air as your lungs work overtime. satoru grabs some nearby paper towels, cleaning himself up and tugging everything back into place.

finished and fully clothed, he tosses you the roll with a smirk and then turns his attention to one of the buttons at the side of the table again. click. the door of the chem lab opens back up and he’s the first one striding towards it, turning around to look back at you.

“clean yourself up, nerdy. wouldn’t want anyone to see you like that” he winks at you and then leaves. letting you lay there all fucked up, literally.

the door shuts behind him as he leaves and you need to watch with wide eyes.

god. you hate this asshole.

what you don’t know, of course, is that he is actually standing in front of the door, blocking it for anyone who would've wanted to come in.

when you’re fully cleaned up and back in your clothes, you step out of the room and the hall is empty.

asshole. he really left you like that for anyone to see.

at least that’s what he makes you think.

repost :3

melancholiclace

❤︎ katsuki building his gf's vanity & getting frustrated,,

(bf!katsuki x hyperfem!midsize!f!reader)

"It doesn't look like the photo, Kats..." you whined, flicking through the manual that was supposed to tell your boyfriend how to successfully build your new vanity; it was supposed to be a large, heavy-duty pink vanity with spacious drawers, easy-to-clean surfaces, and a gorgeous, huge heart-shaped mirror that fit atop it. You even had ordered the perfect little swivel poof stool to sit on when you did your makeup and hair in front of it!

But your poor boyfriend, shirtless, just in his gym shorts as he struggled to find where Piece A2 was so he could hammer it into Log 12, was having some trouble with making your dream vanity come to life...

"That's because it's not finished yet," he hissed, voice strained as he dug around the various plastic bags and parts lying around him in the floor of your bedroom.

He was having a hard time being patient. He agreed a long time to build your vanity because he didn't want you getting hurt, and because you had a track record of building stuff that turned out okay but still had some flaws that wouldn't have existed if he'd just built the thing for you. All day long he'd been in an out of your room, moving your old wooden vanity outside when one of his friends could come to pick it up so that their little sister could have it instead, cleaning up the dust in the old vanity's spot, and now having a near crisis trying to build the new one—he might've been close to making a hole in your wall, which he knew wouldn't roll over well with you.

His sweet girlfriend. You'd sat on your bed to watch him and followed him around all day, wearing that cute pink oversized sweater and those floral-pattern stockings, kissing him when he accomplished something, making lunch, and fetching him whatever he needed...

Shit, he can't disappoint you.

"'Kay, but I think this one piece is in the wrong place—"

Katsuki tossed the Allen wrench he had cursed a million times down on the floor, then shoved the vanity's unassembled leg away from him. "Fuck! What kind of shit is this? Why can't they make this simpler? It doesn't have to be thirty different fucking parts!"

You didn't sit up from your bed, still absently flipping through the manual and photos of the finished product. Katsuki understood damn well what you would do if he threw a tantrum or directed his anger at you, or, worse, used his explosion quirk in the house.

"And I don't need you to tell me that something's in the wrong place," he muttered, sneering at the floor. "I know it isn't right."

Almost dreamily, your feet hit the floor as you slid out of your bed, abandoning your stuffed animals and warm blankets with the Hello Kitty crew on them. And calmly, you laid out the manual beside yourself as you sat in the floor. Katsuki watched you with a twinge of disappointment.

"All right. You can go, Kats. Thank you. I appreciate everything you've already done, so you can get some rest. I'll order dinner later, yeah?"

His knuckles whitened as his hands bunched up into fists. One second you were on the floor, taking inventory of what was before you, the next you were lifted off the floor and letting out a small squeal.

"There's no way in hell you're taking my job." Katsuki huffed as he tossed you back on the bed without care—though not without kissing your smug little face. His hand squeezed the plush your stomach for a moment, then he went back to the makeshift work site in the floor of your bedroom. "Sorry for gettin' mad or whatever, but don't make me fucking laugh by trying to build this thing."

monstersholygrail

Werewolf bf was the biggest tease you had ever met. From your very first date with him to over a year later now you have never met a bigger tease than this wolfman.

It started on your first date, the two of you standing in front of your door at the end of night. Werewolf bf towers over you, “saying goodbye”, his fangs grazing along the curve of your neck. You gasp, hands gripping his jacket as you bare your neck for him. Waiting with bated breath, not knowing what to expect yet wanting anything he’ll give you.

A clawed finger taps near your pulse point and you shiver, leaning into him. “Someday and someday soon, I’m gonna sink my teeth into your tender flesh and finally claim you as mine,” Werewolf bf growls, his dark gaze on your neck and imagining his mark branded into that pretty skin of yours.

Having waited through months and months of being friends and weeks of talking about being more his patience was hanging by a thread. And so was yours. But he wanted to do this right. He wouldn’t fuck things up with you.

“So do it,” you moan, your pussy doing more of the talking than your head at the moment. Luckily Werewolf bf only chuckles and nips playfully at the skin, causing you to draw in a sharp breath.

“Not yet.” Is all he said before kissing you sweetly and wishing you a goodnight.

The next time was during your first time together. Like the gentleman he is he waited till after the third date rule and beyond that, only making his move when you showed you were ready. Of course you had been more than ready after the first but he really made you think about it. What it would mean to both of you to take that step when he was planning for a forever and not something rushed.

You mewl, long and loud as he ruts into you like the feeling of your pussy finally gripping his shaft has sent him into a feral spiral. The headboard slams against the wall with every stroke, leaving cracked plaster in its wake. But he’d destroy is entire house if it means making you cum on his cock.

He’s been reduced to nothing more than a growling beast, drunk off your pussy that milked him so desperately. It takes everything he has not to knot you right there and now. But the first time for that deserves something even more special. Every milestone with you worth something to celebrate.

karlamybeloved

So the is is dream anon again! And I realised what if Viltrumite Mark accidentally has pet owner moments with his feral human?

“What’s in your mouth? WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH?!”

Dumb but I was cackling

all marks have pet owner moments, or they are a pet owner. viltrumite mark doesn’t outright say you’re his pet, but in his mind you’re something similar. the “what’s in your mouth?” is frying me i know he’ll be so worried about certain alien foods that can kill you. mark is extremely sensitive to you just eating whatever meals he eats, he knows his stomach can handle the transition, but mark wants to make sure you take baby steps.

i wouldn’t be at all surprised if you tried what seemed like a strawberry and mark starts silently freaking out, staring at you. every hallway you walk down he’s right behind you, or he’ll try to accompany you in the bathroom. mark doesn’t know what personal space is anymore, you’re his now and he wants to protect what he owns.

padmespetal

YOU JUST LOVE HOW LARGE YOUR BOYFRIEND IS ᝰ.ᐟ

warnings: slightly suggestive content but other than that literally nothing, mentions of blood and injuries

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this came to me in a vision, anyway… i’m sharing it with you… i need this loser so bad, those new ddba s3 pics of him have sent my mind into a frenzy. freak4freak

you were lounging on the bed, your skin still faintly damp from the shower. tiny beads of water clung to the nape of your neck where the spray had brushed against you.

your skin faintly smelled of that new shampoo and body lotion you had tried — the memory of dex wrapping his arms around you and inhaling your scent still freshly engraved in your mind.

alienspacegirl

I don’t like how chubby y/n has to get bullied for being big before the love interest saves her and tells her not to hate themselves in fanfics. Why can’t she just be big and like herself and have friends and shit? Free the beautiful big girls that request it too. 🙏

redtailhawkdeerwriter

a common misunderstanding | benjamin poindexter x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: You come home early to accidently discover something new about your boyfriend.

Author's note: when i saw this gif i was like ohhhh okay i need to open a word doc right this moment! content tags are smut, descriptions of violence and weapons, reader uses she/her pronouns, manipulative bad man!!!! i will tag dubcon for this reason because he manipulates reader but also reader is deranged and matches freak 4 freak, cannon divergence, established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names, creampie, no physical description of reader, hardly proofread... thank you for reading i hope you like it

nobodys-s0n

ENGINE LOGGED: "BE YOUR DADDY FIGURE!" 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃

REGISTERED DRIVER: dilf! jason todd!

INSPECTION REPORT: you challenge your husband by telling him that his dick isn't that big... and he isn't shy about proving you completely and utterly wrong!

ⓘ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃 SYSTEM OVERVIEW: 18+ CONTENT, fem! wife! reader, rough sex, big dick! jason todd, a shit ton of dirty talk, hair pulling, ass smacking, size kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dom! jason todd!

jason was just trying to get to bed.

he got out of the shower, shirtless and sweatpants sitting low on his waist. the towel was wrapped over his shoulders, his hair damp but trying to dry. his frame was getting your attention even when it didn't mean to.

you were on the bed in nothing but one of jason's shirts and nothing on the bottom, no underwear or no panties. you watched with a sharp gaze as jason walked around the bedroom, his steps soft. his figure never failed to turn you on, make your cunt so wet; his biceps that were too big for their own good, scars on his chest and jaw that became your favorite places to kiss over the years, his hair so perfectly sitting on his head with the white strands curling in front... he was too damn irresistible.

no wonder you had kids with this bastard.

he was muttering about how your teenage son was getting too big for his own good.

"hun, he's getting fuckin' huge. i wasn't his size when i was sixteen." he tells you, picking up something off the floor and putting it on your dresser.

you shrug, rubbing your thigh right above the end of the stolen shirt you wore. "jay, of course he's going to be big... he's your son anyway." you try to reason with him— telling jason todd that he was a big man isn't even a shocking thing to say... but you had a little idea in your mind.

jason rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "i am not that big, honey." he tries to argue with you, grabbing the towel on his shoulder to rub the water that's trying to drip down his forearm.

there you go. that's your entry. you smirk, and with no issue, your words left your mouth. "you're right about that..." you began, rubbing an itch behind your ear. "with your dick not being that big anyway..."

he stops his towel's movements; he looks at you like you just smacked him. his spine straightens, his eyebrows furrowing. no way you, of all people, just told him that. "what did you say, baby?" he questions you, his voice low enough that you could barely hear it, but the tone is what makes you not ignore him.

you shrug, watching him walk over to you on your side of the bed. "you heard me; your dick is not that big." you double down on your stance— which wasn't even true because that same dick was the same one that stretched you out like crazy.

jason doesn’t even give you a damn moment to speak or explain yourself.

he drops the towel to the bedroom floor, and before you could blink, he grabs your hips, shoving you face down onto the mattress. your face first in the pillows, hand immediately shooting to the sheets as your ass is put in the air. his hands are rough against your hips, shoving your shirt up and revealing your bareness to him. he gets on the bed, knees dipping into the bed and changing the weight.

"you really want to try that with me and have no underwear on?" he asks you, dragging his cock out of his pants and lining up the blunt head of his thick dick against your folds, slow and taunting to you. "you've carried my children, you've begged for this cock this morning and i gave it to you three times this week and it's barely wednesday... and now you're saying my dick isn't that big. say that shit again, do it."

you look up at him, whining as his tip gets sucked into your cunt so easily. you try to speak, you really do, but a moan suppresses that, a moan that was too loud for it's own good.

he laughs at your futile, downright pathetic attempt at speaking, his left hand holding his cock as his right hand presses down on your lower back and forces you to arch. "good, that's what I thought... now take it like a good girl."

then, he slams into you with no issue whatsoever, pushing into you with one slick thrust. your walls instantly open up to him, knocking the air out of your lungs in a breathtaking thrust.

his hands are enormous on your hips, his rough palms and fingers pressing bruises onto your hips as he pounds into your cunt, relentless and precise. each thrust rocks the bedframe against the wall, making the headboard groan and the bedframe creak.

all you can do is moan, your tone whiney. you can't get a damn word out, all that comes out is an incoherent sound, your messy little whimpers make jason's grip tighten and him grumble out a groan.

"not that big, huh?" he growls, pounding into you so damn hard that the wet sounds between your cunt and his cock sound pornographic. "funny, sweetheart, 'cause this 'not-that-big' dick had you screaming for more last night..."

your vision blurs, eyes rolling back as your hand shoots from the mattress up to the bedframe, fingers trying to get a good grip on the wood. "jason! o-oh— ngh! jay!"

"oh, so you're nice now?" his right hand moves up and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up just enough to see your face, the arch in your back so damn sinful as your ass jiggles with each thrust. "just a minute ago you had all that mouth..."

moaning at feeling his fingers yanking on your hair, you nod your head, mouth too full with moans.

he grunts under his breath, voice dripping with a smug heat that makes your pussy flutter. "you carry my kids, you cum on my cock every night, you take every damn inch i give you, and somehow you still decide to run your mouth." your body jolts with each one of the snaps of his hips. "i'm starting to think you want me to break you..."

legs shaking violently, your chest heaving and your eyes rolling back, you can't help but nod your head at his words. "y-yes, jason, please— oh fuck! ru- ruin me..."

"oh that's it." he whispers in your ear, licking the back of it. "you just wanna be fucked so stupid by the daddy of your kids, by your husband. you want this pussy fucked?"

"fuck! ye-yes jason, fuck me. fuck me, 's-so good." you cry out, nails digging deeper into the headboard. his right hand stays in your hair while his left hand cups one of your asscheeks.

"that's it." he growls, rutting into you. his left hand lifts up and cracks against your asscheek, smacking it as the sound echos through the bedroom, mixing in with the bedframe creaking and the moans. "since you're so damn convinced i'm not that big, i think this pussy won't mind if i go just a little deeper, huh?"

he angles his hips a certain way, and with the same speed and same ferocity, he hits direclty on your g-spot, making you see stars and getting you so damn close.

"oh fuck! ja-jay! right there! oh right t-there!" you babble, feeling his hand smack your ass again before sliding down on your body.

his hand goes in between your thighs, thick fingers finding your clit and pressing down on it, rubbing circles in it mercilessly, his hand on your cunt keeping in speed with his thrusts.

"come on, mama." he murmurs, knowing what the pet name does to you, he used it to rile you on, especially in that low tone of his. "give it to me, cum on my cock, i know you want it."

and without needing any more, your orgasm slams into you so damn hard you scream into the mattress and your legs giving out completely. your body trembles violently as you sob out his name, cumming all over his cock and your vision whitening out.

jason grunts, feeling your cunt clench harshly down on his cock as he reaches his own orgasm, spilling deep inside of your folds with a groan, white painting your walls.

his right hand loosens in your hair, going to your shoulders and massaging them as you come down from your high, and the feeling in his sticky cum being shot into your cunt, his soft grinds from overstimulation slowing down and bringing you back down to reality.

"there you go... come back to me, hun..." he encourages, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto your cheek. still buried deep inside of you, he can't help but whisper next to your face. "not that big, my ass."

you move your head to the side to look into his eyes and press a kiss onto the scar on his cheek. "shush, big guy..."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: meow. dilf! jason todd got me going absolutely insane. he's so fucking hot, he's literally bruce's twin. dilf! jason todd and dilf! dick grayson, eiffel tower me, now! i saw him in 5 minutes and KNEW I had to write sum about him, he’s so fucking fine—

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Is that so, Old man?⋆˚࿔

OlderBF!Toji got sick of his bratty young ho girlfriend poking fun at him for being older, knowing damn well he can fuck the attitude right outta her if he wanted to.

w/c: 1.2k ✮⋆˙ Masterlist

𑣲Content Warnings: age gap (Reader: early/mid twenties, Toji: late thirties/early forties) implied marathon, overstimulation, breeding, slight dubcon if u squint and tilt ur head (barely), creampie, headlocks, dacryphilia, improper use of Heavenly Restriction(a lil), toji being mean but then being sweet again :3

Don't get it twisted,

Sex with Toji was good—Reeeeaaallly good. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't wonder what it would've been like to fuck him when he was younger, to have your beast of a man drill you with the kind of fervor that only comes from guys your age—or so you thought.

He was used to your antics, teasing the loud grunt he’d make when getting out of bed in the morning, how he couldn’t figure out how to pair his shitty old phone to the Bluetooth in his car, even his choice in emojis and TV shows. He always gave you the same reactions, shooting you a deadly glare, ruffling your hair or even landing a hard smack! to whichever ass cheek of yours is nearest.

But what he didn’t expect, was for you to bring the teasing into the bedroom.

He was grinding into you slow and deep, savouring the friction of each vein and ridge rubbing against your warm insides. You ground your hips back into him, shooting him a shit eating grin before hitting him with a quip you’d come to regret.

“Harder Ji, C’mon show me what that Heavenly Restriction can do,”

He chuckled deep, snapping his hips just a smidge harder, nudging his tip deeper into your cunt. “Careful what you wish for,” Another loud plap! of his pelvis smacked against your ass.

“Mmm, I get it,” you started

“Worried you gonna fracture your hip?”

You watched his face drop, a devilish smirk tugged at his lips.

“I’m gonna give you one last chance 'cause I really don’t think y’know what you’re gettin’ yourself into, girlie.”

You had him right where you wanted him, now for the last little push-

“Is that so, old man?”

"Aww baby, c'mon—haah—jus' one more hm? Can you do that f'me pretty girl? Just one more?"

You couldn't tell how long it had been. After round three he flipped you onto your back, sometime around round six you almost slipped off the bed entirely. At this point, you had changed positions so many times you began to wonder how much longer until you'd pass out from exhaustion—struggling to keep up with his seemingly infinite libido.

"Ngh—t-Toj, s'too much," you mewled, eyes bleary from depletion as you grasped desperately at the sheets. One more he said, a plea adorned with praise and flattery in an attempt to ease you into your next inevitable orgasm.

Your face was buried in his pillows, the scent of cigarettes and cologne overwhelming your senses as tears and drool soaked into the cushion. Large hand tracing up and down your spine, he pressed your already impossibly deep arch further, angling his hips to rut into your poor cunt even harder.

He reached down to grip your jaw, harshly pulling you up to meet his gaze. Dark eyes pierced into yours, primal and hungry. Your arms pathetically dangled in front of you till they found his veiny forearms, holding on for dear life as he used you like his own personal fuck-toy. Every pitiful whine that bubbled from your throat only egging him on further.

"Too much huh? Isn't this what you wanted? Ngh—for me to fuck you stupid?" His thumb smeared tears around your flushed cheeks, mascara running down your neck leaving pretty little streaks across the array of purple and red hickeys painting your throat.

"Yes... b-but-"

"Then fuckin' take it."

His already vicious tempo intensified ten-fold, his pelvis blushing bright red from each cruel thrust, wet sounds of your aching cunt filling the room.

"fuckin'' Plap!

"Take it" Plap!

Squeltch!

His hips stuttered from sensitivity, still bottoming out and fucking his nth load back into your dripping pussy. Every nudge of his thick cock head against your cervix forced your eyes to roll back into your head, jaw hanging open as spit ran down your chin.

Fucked stupid. Any word or thought that began to form in that cute little head of yours was immediately knocked out your ears by his brutish thrusts. Bruises from his rough grip decorated your thighs like abstract watercolour—dirtied from cum and slick.

He knocked an exceptionally puny sob out of you, causing his rhythm to falter slightly. "you alright, kid?" he probes, earning an eager and frantic nod as you bounced your hips back against him—meeting his sloppy thrusts halfway. "Mmm, atta girl."

He took the opportunity to snake his arm around your throat into a mean headlock, laying you back onto the bed as he pressed his weight down onto you—thick cock stirring your insides.

The new position was both suffocating and euphoric, allowing him access to that gooey spot that always had you gushing around him. He flexed his arm harshly, causing your cheeks to puff up around him as your drool and tears ran down his bicep.

Your already incoherent noises turned into straight babbling when he hiked your knee up with his own, rutting into you even deeper, cock fucking you to the hilt.

"Feel good doll? Y'feel so fuckin' good t'me—haahh"

That familiar pressure bubbled in your tummy, pleasure shooting through to each nerve as he nudged against your sweet spot over and over and over. You choked on another pathetic coo, whining and crying out muddled whimpers as you rode out another mind-numbing orgasm.

He felt the way you shifted beneath him, the tight squeeze of your walls a sign of your climax—but he didn't stop.

Instead, he snaked his free hand down to your gushing heat to rub harsh circles to your sensitive clit. You jerked and thrashed beneath him, nails digging into his strong arm, almost breaking skin.

Your incessant clenching and writhing brought him closer to yet another release, chasing the barely-there friction from your slippery cunt before spurting out another warm load. "F–fuck-" he groaned into your hair, his body limply softening around you, catching his breath.

He pulled out nice and slow, earning a gentle whine from you at the now unfamiliar emptiness. A warm gush! of your juices leaked out of your hole, running down and pooling into the bedsheets. He sat back on his heels, admiring your placid form melting into the pillows.

A warm hand palmed your ass, spreading you open enough for him to watch his cum drip out slowly, topping it off with a light smack against the cheek, massaging over the redness. You pushed against his palm, peering at him over your shoulder expecting to see those rapacious emerald eyes staring back. Instead, his gaze was soft—all love and delicacy.

Lips curled into a smile, his hand moved up to the small of your back to rub soothing circles into the skin.

"Y'did so good baby, so, so good." Praise falling from his lips as he massaged the soreness from your spent form, eventually slipping out of bed to fetch a warm rag and one of his shirts.

The night melted away slowly, nuzzled in the crook of his neck as he held you close, kisses peppering your forehead.

"Next time you run your mouth like that, I won't be so nice, got it?"

That was him being nice?

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A/N: HIIII i hope u enjoyed this lil drabble, it was very fun to write hihi <3 if u saw any grammar mistakes no u didnt lol shoutout dilf toji and dilf toji enthusiasts we are the backbone of society. Also has anyone seen wuthering heights yet? im scared to cuz im lowkey sick of jacob elordi and everyone in it has iphone face sooo we'll see. (sorry if that was mean) anywayss love u thanks for reading :33

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Frankly, Mr. Gojo — in which frat boy! gojo swears on everything that he is not in love with his tutor.

frat boy! gojo is not surprised to say the least when he gets asked to stay after class by his professor to discuss his grade. and he couldnt care less when one of the biggest parties of the year was coming up meaning he was responsible for picking out the theme. “so, what’s the verdict?”

“the verdict is you’re not going to pass this course, satoru. may i kindly ask of you to please put down your phone for just a second?” you could clearly hear the distress in the professors voice.

“hold on i wasn’t talking to you,” satoru interrupted. “me and my brothers are trying to figure out what the theme of our next party should be. i’m thinking teen beach, does that sound good?”

the professor took a deep breath, mentally calming himself from lashing out at his own student. “there won’t be any party of yours if this grade doesn’t get fixed.”

that certainly got satoru’s attention.

whosjunglejim4322

18+ Smut!!! older bf Dex is implied but it’s not a focal point, he’s such a tease really it’s bad, y’all r so in love it’s crazy!!! raw sex, talking you through it basically cause he’s a gentleman hello? horny blabbering, reader is described as female presenting and inexperienced! Lots of ogling sorry this is soooo self indulgent, newer relationship w Dex, he is soooo adoring cause he doesn’t want you to be scared and also sooooo nasty (not proofread yet)

Dex knows you’re nervous. He can read nervousness like an open face book - can smell it on people like a hound dog who just got deployed. But your nervousness, eyes shyly but surely devouring him, scared to say a word about your own desire, unable to really meet his big green eyes.

It’s different.

He’s not used to it.

He doesn’t have anyone in his life who he gets that ache in his chest for, the tender kind that makes him think, fleetingly, weakness isn’t so bad after all, cause he might fall off the earths axis completely if something happened to you.

He doesn’t like doing that, the being honest with himself part. And right now, he thinks it’s kind of sick that he thinks it’s fucking endearing.

northistar

bf!dex who looks way too pleased with himself when you get angry enough to hit him.

you two make a very disfunctional couple, that much could be said. you patch him up from knife and bullet wounds more often than you go out on dates, and you're constantly arguing about dex's obsessive, infuriating need to keep everything in your life under his control.

on particularly bad fights, you make him grovel for days.

dex will mostly spend them chasing you around your apartment while you pretend not to notice the hulking mass of a man stalking you around every room, an inevitable presence you couldn't get rid of even if you tried. he says i'm sorry and please talk to me and i'll do anything while you try your best to remain unphased, even if the undeniable lack of remorse in his voice only fills you with even more rage.

one day you turn on your heels and slap him across the face.

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Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter Fic Recs

Updated 5/26/2026

Working Out: Dex coming home horned up after a workout.

The Whetstone: Dex kills someone for you. You deal with it.

A Bet: A handsome stranger makes a bet with you, and you're the prize.

Wet Spots Guide: Pure smut with Dex.

Only A Touch From You Will Do: Dex always counts down the minutes until he’s home again. Until he can breathe again. Until he’s back in your arms again.

Are You Okay: Dex’s girl fails to text him and sends him into a spiralling mess. Turns out she’s just sick.

Intrusive Thoughts: A bit of Dex's sadism shows through despite his best efforts.

The Offer: Due to your reputation as a renowned criminal psychiatrist, you're assigned to a difficult patient at riker's island. during a session, he makes an offer that tempts the boundaries of your professional curiosity.

Cry For Me: Edging Dex until he breaks LETS GOOOOO

Bad Idea: You wake up one night to a familiar knocking on your window.

I Can See You: You should’ve known Dex would have unusual ways of keeping an eye on you.

Just A Joke, Right: You ragebait Dex for fun.

Pretty Privilege: The start of yours and Dex’s relationship.

Random Blurbs Dex is a munch Benjamin Poindexter is big, needy, and pathetic Benjamin Poindexter as your boyfriend Dex who will absolutely perish if he doesn’t eat you out Jealous FBI Dex

dontyouworrydaddy

Are requests still open? If yes, would you consider writing about rage baiting dex hehe. Something that makes him jealous or something. Reader just wants to get reactions out of him lol

Just a joke, right?

Benjamin Poindexter x gn! Reader

warning: ragebaiting, jealousy, fluff

A/N: LMAO I had so much fun writing this. He’s definitely falling for the ragebait. Like imagine telling him a guy is waxing you. There is just no way he is staying calm😭😭 Hope you enjoy this<33

Dex was terrifyingly smart in almost every situation. He could predict someone’s movements before they even made them. He noticed little details nobody else would ever catch. His instincts were sharp enough to make most people uncomfortable after five minutes around him.

But somehow, the second jealousy got involved? All intelligence disappeared. And you loved it.

The two of you were sitting on the couch in his apartment late at night, your legs thrown over his lap while some boring movie played quietly in the background. Dex wasn’t even watching it. He kept absently dragging his fingers up and down your calf while staring at the screen with that distant look he got whenever he was too focused on you to process anything else around him.

You noticed it immediately.

The slight tension in his jaw every time you shifted closer. The way his hand tightened automatically whenever you laughed at something. Dex always acted calm on the outside, but once you learned him, really learned him, it became almost too easy to tell when he was spiraling internally.

Which unfortunately for him made teasing him way too fun.

You looked down at your phone. “Ugh. I forgot I have that appointment tomorrow.”

Dex hummed distractedly. “What appointment?”

“The waxing one.”

His hand paused against your leg for half a second before continuing again. “Thought that was next week.”

“It got moved.”

“Mhm.” You bit back a smile already. He sounded normal now, but you could practically see the gears turning in his head. Dex noticed details like dates and schedules without even trying. It was honestly terrifying sometimes.

You kept your tone completely casual. “I just hope I don’t get the same guy again.”

This time his hand stopped completely. Slowly, he turned his head toward you.

“The same what?”

You looked up innocently. “The same guy.

Complete silence.

The movie kept playing in the background while he stared at you with an expression that could only be described as deeply concerned.

“What guy?”

“The waxing guy, Dex.” His entire face changed immediately. Not dramatic at first. Just subtle enough that most people probably wouldn’t catch it. His shoulders stiffened slightly. His eyes narrowed a fraction. His jaw locked.

But you noticed. Oh, you definitely noticed.

“A man does that?”

You shrugged. “Yeah.” Dex blinked once like his brain physically rejected the information.

“A man…” he repeated slowly.

“Yeah?”

“Waxing you.”

You almost laughed already at the disbelief in his voice. “That is generally how appointments work, yes.”

Dex looks at you for another long second before leaning back against the couch cushions with an expression that looked genuinely offended on your behalf.

“No.”

You bit your lip. “No what?”

“No man should be doing that.”

“Oh my god.” you let out a small and quiet laugh. Oh he’s definitely falling for it.

“I’m serious.”

You turned more toward him now, fully entertained. “Dex, it’s literally his job.”

“I don’t care.” The immediate response made your stomach hurt from trying not to laugh.

He ran a hand through his hair roughly looking back at you again, visibly irritated now.

“Why would you even book that?”

“Because I wanted to?” you ask him, acting like he just asked you why the solution of 1+1 is 2.

“With a man?”

“Yes, Baby. Society survived.” He looked personally attacked by your sarcasm. Then you made the fatal mistake.

“Well, his name’s Daniel, and he’s actually really sweet.” The room went dead quiet. Dex stared at you.

“You know his name.”You lost it a little at the way he said it. Like you betrayed him.

“Yes?”

“You know his NAME?”

“He’s a person, Dex.” duh…

“No.” You laughed harder while he sat there looking genuinely disturbed by this information.

“He talks to you?”

“Yes baby, I’m not sitting there in silence like I’m being interrogated by the FBI.”

His eyes narrowed immediately. “What does that mean?”

“It means we have conversations.”

“Oh my god.” You could physically watch the jealousy spread across his face now. It was incredible. Dex looked like he was trying to calculate how acceptable murder would be in this situation.

“He sees you naked and talks to you?”

“Mostly he complains about traffic.”

“That’s not helping.”

You grinned innocently. “He says I’m one of his favorite clients.”

His head snapped toward you so fast you almost laughed again. “He said that?”

“Mhm.” His jaw clenched visibly. You could practically hear his internal screaming. The funniest part was that he genuinely didn’t realize you were doing this on purpose yet. He was completely falling for it.

“Interesting…” you hummed thoughtfully. “Maybe he just likes seeing me.”

Dex sat up immediately. “Okay, no.”

You finally burst into full laughter at that.

“No?”

“No.” His voice sharpened instantly. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh my god, your face right now-”

“This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”You were, actually. Mostly because he got so weirdly possessive without even meaning to. He tried so hard to act composed, but the second another person, another man, got involved where you were concerned, he completely unraveled.

You leaned back into the couch cushions with a smile. “I mean, if you were flexible enough, you could do it.”

That sentence broke him. Dex froze for one long second before narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously.

“What does that mean?” You shrugged casually. “Nothing.”

“No, explain.”

“You just don’t seem very flexible.” He looked offended immediately. You both know exactly that he is the quiet opposite.

“I am flexible.”

“Oh really?” you ask teasingly.

“Yes.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Can you even touch your toes?”

His expression darkened instantly. “That’s not the point.”

“Sounds like somebody can’t touch their toes.” oh my god he is the perfect candidate to ragebait.

Dex leaned forward suddenly, grabbing your ankle and pulling you closer until your legs tangled with his.

“I can absolutely touch my toes.”

“Mhm.”

“You’re being annoying on purpose.”

“Maybe.” He stared at you for another second before realization finally hit him. A slow dangerous look crossed his face.

“Your smile gave you away instantly. Dex groaned loudly, dropping his head back against the couch dramatically while you laughed beside him.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You make it too easy.”

“I was genuinely considering hunting this man down.” That only made you laugh harder. Dex turned toward you again, still annoyed, but now there was amusement underneath it too. His hand slid around your waist automatically, pulling you against his side.

“You know…” he muttered, “normal people don’t psychologically torture their partners for entertainment.”

“I think it’s cute when you get jealous.”

“I don’t get jealous.” You gave him a look. Be so forreal now..

He sighed heavily. “Okay. Maybe a little.”

“A little?” you repeated.

“You said another man was looking at you naked. What reaction did you expect from me?”

“The exact one you gave me.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re evil.”

“But you like me.” his expression softened immediately despite himself. That happened every time. No matter how irritated or jealous or grumpy he got, the second you smiled at him like that, he melted a little.

“You’re lucky I’m obsessed with you.” he muttered.

Your grin widened. “Obsessed?”

The second the word left your mouth, he realized what he said. His ears turned slightly pink immediately.

“…Don’t start.”

“Oh my god.” you laughed. “Benjamin Poindexter, THE Bullseye, has a crush on me.”

“I’m leaving.” he sighs loudly.

“You live here.”

“Then you leave.”

ma-belle-evangeline

Are you okay?

Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x f!reader

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: Dex’s girl fails to text him and sends him into a spiralling mess. Turns out she’s just sick.

Warnings: 18!+ mentions of sex, swearing, pre-Fisk!Dex, FBI!Dex, stalker-ish!Dex, mentally ill!Dex, comfort fic, loving!Dex, mentions of sickness and flu/cold.

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fbi!ben poindexter has this bad habit of referring to you as his. it comes off weird to outsiders, occasionally, because you obviously aren't an object to be owned; you know, though, he doesn't mean it like that. in his mind, it's an equivalent exchange—he's as much yours as you are his.

my girl, he introduces you to colleagues sometimes. my perfect baby, he breathes into the space between you at night, sweat-slicked chest pressed to yours. so good to me, for me. in the mornings, while cooking breakfast: my pretty girl sleep well? mine, mine, mine.

and then, other nights, he's begging you to say it back, pleading for you to acknowledge that he belongs to only you, pressing your hands to his neck 'til your fingers wrap around it and euphoria fills his veins and you lean down to kiss him and call him yours. when he's bored, maybe at the checkout queue in the grocery store, or waiting in his car at a red light, he presses kisses to each of your knuckles, murmuring something against them you never quite seem to catch—i'm yours. my benjamin poindexter, you say once, in passing, and he's always hated his name, but he's just so flustered, cheeks flushed the prettiest pink, and just this one time, just this once, he might be okay with it.

or he overhears you talking to your friends when he's working in the other room—he doesn't mean to, really, he's just attentive, a good boyfriend—and you say you don't know how you got so lucky; you don't deserve your beautiful boy, and his brain short-circuits, because how dare you say that first part, and what did you call him? you don't make the correlation, though, that night, when he's somehow even more devoted to you than usual, telling you how obsessed with you he is, his gorgeous, gorgeous girl. must be a little pent up, you think, but you don't know how wrong you are.

after the events of s3 you don't expect him to come home, of course not. who walks out of that?

your boyfriend, apparently. much stronger than the last time you saw him, twice as built—you don't know what to expect from ddba!dex. he's obviously different, because that shit back there changes you, and not always for the better, right?

and yes, he's still your boyfriend, whether you're single or dating someone or you have a ring on your finger—not that it matters much, because if there is someone, he'll take care of them before he comes back home to you. neither of you will have to worry about them anymore.

and you're his girl, after all; even if you're scared or horrified or disgusted by his actions, you'll find yourself completely uncaring by the end of the night, when he's holding you in a headlock, firm bicep pressing into your airway and his chest pushed up right against your back. you're in tears, overwhelmed by everything you're feeling, everything you know is wrong (he's an escaped convict, for heaven's sake), and his breathless words are low and urgent in your ear—who do you belong to, c'mon, say it, that's right, my good girl—

and maybe he's a little scared that you'll still leave him after this, maybe he's gone too far. but you're lying under him, boneless, and his arms are braced on either side of you, and you push yourself up on your elbows (with considerable effort) and say, if he's still really yours, won't he kiss you again? and he smiles the biggest he has in a while, because he knows he won—and with you, he always will.

hi im back. sorry. i hate myself too. this man will be the death of me. 0.6k words

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