Cw: Questionable consent, Sub Dex, Blood, Injury detail, Self deprivation (Dex), Hand jobs, Choking, Punishment.
Summary: He will listen to you, he will do as you say. He is too disgusted in himself to trust what he thinks anyway...
AN: Hello! This is based of the hallway scene in new episode of Daredevil Born Again. I really liked the scene and naturally like everyone else realised just how pathetic and almost sexual dex was so hete we are and i hope you enjoy!
FINAL WARNING!!! Read at your own disgression...
By the time you had arived at fogwells boxing hall, the sound of crackling glass filled the air and the sprawled bodies of Bullseye and Daredevil on the dirty sidewalk made you wonder what on earth Matt had gotten himself into this time.
Bullseye however quickly stood up, blood leaking from his side and took off before Matt had time to react. He however had seen you watching him.
"Go after him and dont let him get away, Head to Sanctuary when you get him."
You knew what that ment. Dex had stolen a blue moped from a passerby not anticipating you would be right behind on your own bike, you caught up to him faster than anticipated to which he then ditched the bike and ran down into a restaurant. You followed in pursuit before slamming him into the wall infront of the whole kitchen staff. A defeated grunt left his body as he collided into the wall.
"Does anyone have a prep towel or anything similar i need to stop the bleeding."
You say patting him down to remove all weapons from his person. He was too spontaneous to trust and you weren't risking any chances of him suddenly fighting back. A chef handed you a towel, you looked at the injury more up close. A moderately sized puncture wound that dribbled blood down his side, it wouldnt be as bad if it werent for the jagged flesh that surrounded it that he obviously cut on the glass when he fell, shreading the skin around the wound as his suit no longer covered it. Dex whined as you pressed it into his side. You eventually saw the boiler room which led to a back tunnel that you subsequently dragged Dex towards, his body struggling to keep himself up.
"Why are you doing this anyway? Where's The Devil?"
You ignored him. Clinton church was nothing more than a short walk away that reassurance kept your frustrations at bay. You're almost there and Matt will know what to do with him. He'd made it clear to you to get Dex to him Alive which you couldn't quite understand concidering the history they shared. Then again, its Matt, sporadic in nature just like bullseye was. You held the kitchen towels around the side of his waist as you trudged further and further down.
He slid down the wall like wet paint, the sound of his blood dripping down made you feel uneasy. Not quite sitting yet not standing either, folded over himself in exhaustion crumpled like paper. His mangled coughing or rather a slight gargling from the blood that stained his teeth bounced off the walls of the amber lit tunnel.
"Stop"
Whinced through a pained sigh as you tried to lift him up to keep him moving but he wouldn't budge.
"Get your fucking hands off me"
Growling as you propped him up against yourself despite how heavy he was, your endurance was admirable, trying to sustain his weight for just a few more meters.
"She's dead, the scales are balanced. Just leave me here."
His shoulders back against the white chipped wall sinking into the concrete, anchoring to keep him somehow upright.
"I killed Vanessa so that means Ray, Foggy-"
Your hand slinked around his throat. Pressure hard as he gasped into your fingers which dug under his skin to restrict his breath.
"Don't you dare mention their names. Am I clear?"
His eyed narrowed as he looked up. Jaw agape trying to swallow the blood from his mouth and breath. His lack of response made you dig harder. He had no right to speak of Ray who just wanted to protect his wife and son. Nor did he have the right to speak of Franklin who was a good friend of yours and the best friend of Matt, bludgeoned infront of him by the very man you had now been ordered to save.
"Tell me you understand."
His hands pushed down on the wall to keep himself standing
"Yea, I get it"
Husky voice screeching out from his larynx as your hand softened slightly still maintaining its placement around his throat.
"You are going to get up, and keep moving."
You say, face close to his to keep the noise somewhat down. You didn't have matts radar sense. They could find you at any second and drag you and dex right to fisk who would no doubt make sure you endured the worst.
"I'd rather you just go-"
He said sliding down the wall yet again, your knee instinctively going between his legs allowing him to practically sit on your leg when you felt something off. God he may be a monster but a pervert aswell?
"Oh my god you fucking freak you're hard. You're bleeding out that's whats on your mind? You disgust me Dex."
He was rock hard beneath you. Teeth grining slightly as he rested on your leg. Something about the control you had, trying to keep him alive yet strangling him triggered a depraved inate sense of fight or flight that for some reason aroused him. You were right. He was bleeding out and covered in smaller cuts and wounds so why was that all he could think about. He was filthy, disgusting, vile, he shouldn't be living.
This was interrupted by a deep gasp that stole the breath from his lungs once more when he felt your hand- the one not on his neck- tracing your finger tips along his length from over his clothes. Grazing over his head and back down again almost harshly, dex starting to feel a little more conscious than he did moments prior. His lean on the wall against the small bullet hole towards the back of his side rested the towel allowing his blood to stop pouring out of him as quickly.
"Ah, Fuck.."
He groaned, your grip tightning around his neck as you undid his belt pulling his pants down to sit at the top of his thighs. Your hand reaching to feel his tip, slick with his own embarrassing precum, hand moving agonisingly slow.
"Your keeping quiet. Am I clear?"
You said hushed, he thew his head back resting on the wall.
"I understand.."
This was so shameful for him. Anyone could walk past at any moment and see him, one of new Yorks most feared vigilantes, dripping in blood getting jerked off by an associate of the man who's best friend he killed and who just killed the mayor's beloved wife not moments ago. God this was so disgusting and pathetic. Brutally killing multiple people moments ago, on the run and yet instead of running to save himself he was here instead.
"When I'm done with you, you are going to stand up straight and walk with me till I say you can stop. Is this clear?"
He was now staring at you, half lidded but still present. Watching the sterness of your expression as you told him what he was going to do. Your hand loosened its grip from his throat as to let him breathe without restriction.Except Dex was well and truly lost in the moment.
"Fuck...."
That wasn't an awnser, fingers tightened their grip both around his neck and his cock. Suffocating him where he felt most sensitive. His own hand now tiredly came up to lightly grab your forearm as you pressed his throat.
"I want an awnser you piece of filth, Is this clear?"
Your face reacted in disgust as you felt his length twitch under your fingertips, he was acting like a mutt on purpose. He panted helplessly trying to regain air. Smiling as he felt the movements on him not only speed up but becoming far more aggressive bordering on no longer being pleasurable but still hurting him in all the rights ways.
"Ye-Yea I understand. Please, don't stop."
He leaned forward. Placing his sticky blood covered forehead flush with yours as he stood heels digging hard into the ground to stay supported. Biting his lip to keep every gasp and whine contained so as to not alert anyone near by of his wearabouts. This doesnt mean you couldn't hear them, its why he had gotten close after all.
Except you didn't look at him much to his annoyance. Eyes instead locked on your hand stroking him off faster and faster, focusing on the head, fully covering it with your hand and then going back down to the shaft. You finally looked up to see wide eyed feral eyes watching yours waiting for you to do what he knew he had no permition to even attempt. Your mouth brushed the swolen blood stained lips of his aggressively, tasting the dried blood and his own saliva as you did so.
For once Dex felt vulnerable, even if he was bleeding out it hadn't actually hit him the situation he was in until he reflected on your tounge. Although this development of an even deeper decline into depraved behaviour only made Dex chasing his release so much faster.
"I, I can't fuck"
His voice broke, whining into teeth as his body tensed up, thighs trembling under the hand of someone who was repulsed by him yet the same hand getting him off. He groaned hard, white ropes soaking himself and your hand, warm liquid sliding slowly along your skin. You pulled back, taking the bloody towel from his side causing him to wince as blood trickled down his suit once again. Hand wiped clean as you cleaned his groin before sliding it back into the side of his costume. A noise that bordered on a scream left him as the towel once again pressed into the mangled flesh of his side.
"Let's go Dex"
You say harshly, granting him no recovery time. His side burned with a seering agony that he hadn't felt since his spine was shattered. Maybe it was this fact that made him finally start to move with you towards Clinton church once more.
"There is something seriously fucking wrong with you, you know that right?"
You say, pulling his arm over the back of your neck to your shoulder, letting him grab onto you for support like a dog.
"Oh trust me, i know"
He said stumbling step after step towards the end of the tunnel. God he better not mention this to Matt or you'll kill him yourself....
Submissive, but in the way a guard dog is submissive. If you could sum up your relationship with Dex, that might as well be it.
It's not that he means to come off like a muzzled pitbull while the two of you shop together. Or that he means to scare the poor teenage cashier when he miscounts some of your change.
When you ask him about the terrified cashier, he feigns ignorance, "Sometimes people just get scared...Look at the city we live in." He doesn't verbalize the last part, but it's clear. And if anyone did anything to scare you, he'd put a bullet through the middle of their skull. Even if it was him. Especially if it was him.
All it takes is a naive grin from you to reel him back in. As soon as you're back home, and there's no dishes in the sink, and no mess to clean up. He's only settled when a controlled environment is established, with you at its center.
He'll tentatively relax in your arms with a hesitant raise of his hands to cradle you back. Breathe you in. He always closes his eyes when he has you like this. All to himself. Where no one can hurt either of you. The way it should be. You quiet the noise until all he can hear is the soft sound of your heartbeat.
But the noise you quiet in his mind is never fully silenced. Not when he knows someone out there could take you from him. Not when there's someone out there that could hurt you. Scare you. Even just...annoy you. Strip his peace away with you.
He fantasizes about what he would do to that poor, excuse of a person. How he could take that annoying cashier that inconvenienced you out back and watch his blood paint the brick wall.
He finally reopens his eyes with a small, twitchy smile on his lips. He might as well keep watch. You can rest, he's got this. It's his job.
You'll start to realize...lately, every time you sit down with Dex at a diner, mindlessly reciting menu options, he's staring at the waiter just a little too hard. And counting the number of knives on the table. Just incase.
Pairing: Vampire Benjamin(Dex) Poindexter X AFAB Reader
Content:18+ smut, manipulation, dark content, MDNI
Cw: Vampire Dex, slightly dominant dex, Questionable morals, Questionable consent, blood, su1c1de hotline era, abuse of power, raw, this is totally not me projecting my fantasys...
Summary: Something was off. The night shifts, the social reclusion everything he did was off. Of course to what extent was up for you to figure out.....
AN: I was going through old works of mine and found this. I forgot i wrote this and forgot to reupload this after i lost my old account. Had to do some rewrites but all in all pretty great stuff.
FINAL WARNING!!!!! Read at your own disgression
Nights. He only ever worked nights. This was the first thing you noticed about Dex. He would show up every day at 9 on the dot for his shifts never earlier. And without fail, depart the office before the sun came up. In the beginning you put it up to him being an insomniac, but then you realised he never mentioned having a sleep disorder.
Come to think of it he didnt really mention anything outside of his work, nothing of his family, partner or any personal life outside the white walls of the office block.Quiet and calming in the office, silent and mysterious outside it
He never came out with you and your colleagues after work, never coming to the bar. if he did it was always extremely brief. Showing face for half an hour before slithering back into the darkness.
Almost all of his food was meat, that was another thing you picked up on. Of course you understood dex liked to keep fit. The outline of the shirts he wore certainly suggested that under the black polyester was layers of hard muscle. Naturally to maintain this you would need to eat protein heavy foods, but this was bizarre even for someone as seemingly fixated on health as Dex.
His emotions were always regulated. Never getting overly mad or upset even at his most destressing calls, but showing just enough emotion for people to think he cared. And when he would smile, it was never with his teeth visible. There was a time you caught him smiling to himself about something. He didnt realise you were there but you couldve sworn two of his teeth were longer than the rest. But before you could properly see, Julie had aproached you to help her file a police report about a caller you had.
Dexs calls were almost always the same, keeping the person on the otherline calm, trying to talk them down as best he can. That was before you started paying attention to his patterns. It's not that you were stalking him but rather the unknown surrounding Dex intrigued you like any person would be if their collegue was practically a complete mystery. At first it would appear that his expressions were self explanatory, face value. Julie certainly thought so, she was the one who brought him in and was his guide in the beginning. Delivering dex nothing but praise of affirmation that he was "doing a great job" But the longer you spent observing him you realised this wasn't entirely the case.
His words were vague, just enought to leave room for doubt. The commanding he did down the line, steady voice, calmness radiating from his lips as he spoke on the phone. You had realised however that Dex had a habit of going off script. Some of the time it was simple things like pressing them for their history or story rather then trying to rush them off the phone so the next depressive on the line could be talked down.
This was something you hated about the job. The lack of seemingly emotional understanding due to how quickly you were supposed to get them off the line and he certainly agreed with your judgement. He was called into the office a few times for "excesivly long call times" to which he would tell you about by the coffee machine that it was "complete bullshit".
But then you realised why his calls were getting so long. He would ask the callers who or what was giving them such grief that theyd want to take their own life, and would then ask for the full names of the people bothering or harming his callers. Of course if they had any to begin with. Abusive step parents, absent parents, people to took advantage or harmed them. Sometimes it was basic flaws or little things that made them frustrated and as you began to trace his records, follow the names. You realised something, something horrifying.
The people who's names he'd recieve, both caller and the person driving them to call, would vanish into thin air in unexplained circumstances. Of course People run frequently. Chances are the callers will sometimes take your advice and call the police on the people causing them grief and sometimes those people would run, dragging their victims with them. The ones that got away from the sinking claws of justice. But the fact it was every case Dex worked on made you imediatly become suspicious.
Was he harming them? Aside from the fact any direct personal contact with a person or their loved ones was a strict violation of anonymity laws. It didnt change the fact he could potentially be hurting these people or worse. Was he killing them? Taking justice into his own hands? Taking their lives into his grasp? You had to find out.
Dex occupied your brain at every moment intensly fixated on the mystery surrounding your slightly attractive co worker and the true nature of what he was. It was funny, he acted almost like a modern day noseferatu but with less capes and more black hoodies and blue jeans. But that wasnt possible because Noseferatu Isn't real.
As you walked into the office, you took notice of who was working. Today's group was smaller, people often thinned out the further into the night it got. There were a few people in. Julie was one of them, you liked her. She was always so patient and trusting. You admired here even though she was at times abit too trusting. And like every night,
Dex was here. Sat upright in his chair with his headset on. No one was next to his booth, it was open. You quickly signed in at the front before taking your seet next to Dex. Tonight's rota had placed you on text lines. For people who wanted help but couldn't or simply did not wish to speak.
As you began to log in to your computer for the day, his work session had also began. As the night went on, Nothing seemed to be happening. That was until around 2:30am, when Dexs plan and as a result yours would spring into action.
"Suicide prevention, this is Dex. Who am I speaking with?"
His opening was always the same. Sticking to the books.
"Hello matthew, how can I help you today" whilst you did have headphones over your ears, you weren't playing anything in them.
"I'm sorry to hear that. that sounds hard, really hard. Why don't you tell me abit more about how your feeling?"
Dexs voice wavered slightly, a slight unconfidance about his words. He looked over straight at you, eyes locked onto yours anticipating a reaction. You slid the headset from off your ears, grinning at him.
"You're doing great Dex don't worry"
You say beaming back at him. As your head turned to out you headphones back on you couldn't help but feel his eyes linger slightly longer than anticipated. As if he could tell you were up to something and trying to read the scripture of your body's manurisms to find out what. He kept going.
"Thank you for calling, that's alot to deal with. Now tell me ,are you thinking about taking your own life? Do you have a plan?"
His pencil sat on the tier of his instructions list he was currently at. "Take a deep breath matthew, why don't you tell me who's causing you to feel like this?"
The instructions list was down. Instead he began writing on something you couldn't quite see from where you were sat.
"Your father, whats his name? Right Ted? Tell me Matthew is he a step dad....Biological alright. So first name Ted, whats his surname?"
He continued jotting information, as the corner of your sight looked up, you could vaguely see his computer screen. Because of potential suicide risks, your team had access to trace the adress of callers incase a 911 call would need to be made. You had access to everyone's in the city but needed the owner of the houses full name before you could find the location. Dex had the database up, typing in the name before a house came up around 4 blocks away from the office. He wrote the adress down.
"Look Matthew i appreciate you telling me all this. I also appreciate that your not planning to hurt or harm yourself anymore. But if you ever need help or even someone to talk to, ask for Dex when calling here alright?"
He smiled, taking what you presumed to be a notebook and putting it in the pocket of his hoodie. "Thank you for making the right call, have a goodnight"
He said ending the call. Taking his headphones from off his head and walking over to Julie. You quietly shifted your chair closer to his desk. Shaking hands struggled to unlock your phone as Dex had finished signing out with Julie and was walking right back to log out of his computer. Your heartbeat hastened, a wave of cold flowing over you as you took the photo of the adress before sliding your chair back over. He didn't see the photo being taken but he did see you practically hovering at his desk. Shit.
"What are you up to ?"
He said calmly. You could feel the seriousness through his tone even if his words didn't match it.
"I saw you sign out and noticed you hadn't logged out here. Was going to save you the journey."
You say lying through your teeth as you smiled back, praying he wouldn't notice how rattled you looked. Unsettled at the potential of getting caught mid investigation.
"Well that's awfully thoughtful but I'm able to do it myself."
He said exiting off the adress screen, closing down his computer. "You have a good night"
He said walking away towards the door. You still had another 20 minutes left of your shift. Which was inevitably agonisingly long as you impatiently counted back the minuites. When it did finally reach the end. You hurried to log out for the night. Rushing towards the door, grabbing your thick coat before waving goodbye to Julie as you typed the adress into your phone. Turning every sidewalk and avenue like a bat out of hell. Practically sprinting towards the adress. And somehow you'd found it.
The house which was tucked away. The darkwood door was closed, the lights were off. But through the darkness you could make out a figure moving inside. You had to go inside. Find out more. The door opened silently as you stepped inside. The cool metal of the handle stinging your palm. Your ears picked up on a wet sound clawing it's way through one of the rooms down the hall. Your steps were slow, quiet. As if you were walking on shattered glass and one false step would slash your feet. You aproached the door, Through the gaps in the doorway you peered through. Eyes widening at the scene ahead of you.
The man, Ted. Was crumpled in a heap in the corner of the room. Like a human skin suit with no insides. Skin a light grey, void of all colour. The son Matthew was slumped against the wall, head rolled back but still conscious as the frame moved from the body in the corner towards him.
His stance was wide, making himself look as large as possible. Blood soaked his upper half, red teeth sparkling in the moonlight that bathed the room in its milky white luminescent. He cowered beneath him, unable to scream.
"You wanted death, don't you Matthew? You can leave his world knowing this evil no longer inhabits it."
His voice was steady, truthful. As he sunk to his knees infront of him.
"You are free from this lifes restraints. It's alright, your time here is up"
He sunk beside him. Pulling his shoulders closer to him. He was still,accepting as his teeth sunk into Him. Going limp as he drained him of blood, drinking him up as signs of life depleted from his still body.
Your head struggles to keep up with what you were seeing. This isnt possible, this shouldnt be possible. And yet it was. You had to get out before he figured out there was still life in the house. Walking backwards, you made your way back to the front door. Slipping out without a sound before taking off back to your apartment. Your legs carried you as you ran for 20 minutes straight.
Thoughts clouded your brain, the foggy contents trying to piece together what to make of this. It was wrong, the gross negligence on his part, taking advantage of such vunerable people was sickening. It was imoral, wrong, grotesque. You paused in the street for a moment. How will i face him tomorrow knowing what he does? The thought rattled in your brain hard as you aproached the doors to your apartment that now felt earillie colder than usual. But as the clarity of the situation hit your head, so did another pressing thought. He must be so lonely. Dex had no one on the team like him and presumably no one like him in his life full stop. His lack of social engagement and self isolation was because he didn't think people would ever get the real him. Because he wasn't fully a person. Sympathy dared to cloud judgement that he was nothing more than a parasitic monster. The elevator ride to your floor felt like an eternity. A satisfying *ding* alerted you back to reality. Walking to your door, turning the key and walking inside.
The lights were off. Unease swept the room like a fog as you closed the door behind you. Then you heard it, the faintest breath seeping out from the darkness.
"You know i saw you, running away with your tail between your legs. You really should be more careful"
Voice cold as you saw his outline in the dark. Heartbeat deep and almost painful as he grabbed you fron within the dark, pulling your hands behind you trapping your legs between his own.
"I know what you are, a monster who preys on the vunrable."
Your reply was sharp. He chuckled at your boldness in such a powerless position.
"They want to die, you think just because we talk them down on the phone once in a while they dont want to die? Dont delude yourself. I just give them what they want"
He speaks sternly, controllingly like your nothing more than another person on the line.
"You give them what they want? You cant be serious Dex. You use them for your own sadistic, macabre benefits. Its wrong so horrifically wrong."
You shout writhing to try and break free, Dexs head turning to the side, looking away. He wasn't attacking you, why hadn't he killed you yet? "What do you plan to do with this knowledge? Hand me in? Shun me? Treat me like filth?"
His words filled with a sadness you'd never heard him exhibit. He sounded partially defeated. But he had all the power here so why guilt trip you atall? Did he feel remorse for what he did?
"I don't plan to do any of that." Your response was genuine altho slightly influenced by current circumstances.
Whilst at first the thought of your co worker being a vampire was terrifying, there was a softness in Dex that despite the obvious nature of the horrors he comited drew you in to view him beyond those calous acts. Rather than being wilfully fully evil he was acting on survival.
"How can I belive that? Most people see me and what i do they'd run for the hills, they scream, they kick and punch and do everything in there power to run. You aren't doing that so why?"
"Why havent you killed me yet Dex?" You cut him off. You were confused, so confused on why you were still talking or breathing for that matter.
"Because its slightly refreshing to have someone know who and what i am. I dont feel so isolated" He said calmly. You thought about it for a second. There was only one way you'd get out of this alive.
"Turn me"
The reply was sharp. Making sure the cracks of hesitation or restraint didnt seep through.
"Sorry what? Can you repeat that?" He was confused.
"You want to know I won't say anything to nobody? Turn me Dex. Make me like you. Then you know i wont."
His firm grip on you had seazed as he turned you to face him. A darkness shone behind the once Hazel eyes which were now a deep crimson. He spun you, back hitting the wall where dexs frame once stood now towering over you. Caging you in. It was commanding yet still hesitant. His hand rising to caress your cheek, moving hair from off your face.
"Is this what you want? Because there's no turning back from this once it happens."
His thumb slid over your lips, your mouth opened letting him slide it along the underside of your teeth, feeling the flatness of your tooth knowing that after he was finished with you, it would no longer be present. His thumb sliding along your tongue deeper and deeper towards your throat. He smiled as your teeth clamped down on the nail.
"Are you sure this is what you desire? You do realise In order for me to turn you i have to get your blood pumping. Which aside from scaring someone is typically done...." He asked again removing his thumb.
"Hurry up and do it"
He grabbed the back of your neck, hands digging in as he kissed you hard toungue in your mouth, walking you backwards towarda your bed. You shuffled backwards on elbows towards the headboard. His shirt was off, he towered over you once more. Muscled clearly defined. Each defining edge of his broad chest made your mouth water at the pressing notion it would soon be ontop of you, for you to feel. Your own flesh would soon be remembering the outlines his body would cause flush against yours. The stiffness of his muscles against the softness of your body And for the first time you saw his teeth properly as he grinned down at you. Pupils blown. Shadows illuminating his face which made him look completely malevolent and deliciously gorgeous all at once. Broad frame completely covering your body with its shadow.
You dared not say a word. Not breathe loudly or move to suddenly. He watched you, unwavering eagle eyed focus as you stripped. You were left beneath him in nothing but dark blue panties that clung to the flesh on your hips and thighs tightly. He watched your fingers. They slid under the fabric slowly sliding along the skin of your groin.
"Shit sweetheart you look so pretty"
You say barely above a whisper, Before sliding fingers down onto your clit, the pressure making you softly sigh. That was enough waiting. He prowled ontop of you. Impatient fingers slid your panties down your legs and over your ankles.Spreading your legs, body slotting itself between them as he hovered above. Hard calloused hands slid up your torso, body moving into his touch as he toyed with your tits, nipple rolled between fingers, hand holding the soft meat as he as he watched you squirm beneath him. His head lowered to between your thighs as his mouth began moving against you. Grasp locked firmly into his hair to steady your trembling breaths. So consumed by Dex, he overwhelmed your body's senses. He had barely even started and yet you were a wreck.
"You sad little slut letting me use your lips like that." You snarled into him. He had barely done anything, but you were teetering on the edge already. He lapped your wetness up, mouth occasionally locking onto your clit suckling at it, Back raising from the sheets .He tried to keep you in place as he messed with you, the hold on his hair tightened the more he teased. Legs frantically attempting to spring lock shut around his head, kept in place by his hands.
Dexs thoughts were only of you, how you tasted, how you pushed his head to grind on his mouth. His eyes went back at the feeling. Your smell, taste, touch shot through him like crack. It was intoxicatingly numbing.
"God fuck Dex. Keep going like that." His tongue drew a teasing strip. Pupils engaged with yours, focus locked onto your face, your response. Making sure he was doing a good job for you, making you feel good. Cause oh how Dex would hate to disappoint.
The sight infront of you made your skin boil and stomach burn at the sight of his hot mouth eating you out. Vice like fingers deeply intertwined with his golden hair. Pressing his head into you harder, trying to get him as close as possible. Riding down your high, borderline suffocating him with your thighs as his hands on your hips became futile at keeping you still contained, as your thifhs locked round his skull. His hands rendered useless against your grasp.Loud whines bounced off the walls and into his sentative ears, letting you fuck his face mercilessly and carelessly, grinding his cock onto the white sheets below. Dex groaned loudly into your cunt. As you came hard, soaking his face.
He pulled back finally, eyes still half shut as he desperately tried to claw back the lost oxygen. your gaze was dark, it matched his. It was working. He was doing everything right. He took off his own clothes, sitting up again on his knees in only black boxers, the outline of his cock fully visible through now stretched out fabric which you could see the sticky outline of precum.
Large hands grabbed at your wrists pulling you up to be at head level with his v line. Your palms wrapped round his hips, warm tongue licking a strip up his underwear. Dex shivered, fighting to restrain himself. Low growl clawing through his teeth. Dex watched you from up there, watching the curvature of your spine and how it arched as you're face brushed against his groin. He didn't want to move from his position which towered over you.
"Tear them off"
He spoke sternly, your head met his view, his eyes beckoning you to act. Moving hastily, your fingers locked at the side of his underwear and tore down the side, single swift move rendering the fabric torn on one leg. As you moved to tear the other side, you felt his grasp in your hair. Not hard yet no gentleness behind it. As you ripped the otherside pulling the fabric off, you saw his length fully for the first time. It was longer than you'd anticipated. The sight made you gush.
Your tongue, traced veins and blood vessels. Mapping out where they rested. His hand tightened. Your lips wrapped round his head. His dark eyes were unwavering as you caught him in a piercing gaze that you held as he sunk down your throat. Tongue laying as flat as possible as he went deeper and deeper till your nose brushed up against the golden fuzz on his lower stomach. Hands placed on his hips, steadying your shoulders as you moved. Head bobbing up and down, up and down. Your mouth went numb as you slobbered onto his cock.
Dexs hand in your hair didnt so much push you down but rather allowed himself to be guided by your pace. Saliva brimming at the corners of your mouth through every stroke of his length into your tight throat. causing you to gag and pull back, string of wetness connecting your plush lips and his throbbing cock. Lips curving into a smile through hazy eyes, his face remained stoic.
"Fuck pretty girl, you have no idea what you do to me."
He sighed as you toyed with him. Feeling his torso and abs under your fingertips as you carried his skin, licking him playfully. Giggling slightly as you watched his chest become heavy, pushing breaths out desperately, pathetically as you played with his body. Through your laughter his hand had snaked above you. just as quickly as your giggles began, you felt two fingers enter your hole, pace relentless.
Dexs hold on your hair had pushed you back down onto his length, he held your head in place as his hips rocked, fucking his hard cock harshly into your mouth. Your moans muffled by his length, dripping even more onto his thick fingers which showed you the same amount of mercy you showed to his face moments prior. None.
"Yea you like that? Huh? When I fuck your face with my dick and your hole with my fingers??"
He called harshly from above as you used your hands to steady yourself on his hips. Tasting the saltiness of his precum on your toungue. lips squeaked out whines feebly as his length hit the back of your mouth again and again. Tears brimming as your eyes rolled back.
"Cant even laugh anymore cause this mouths too full of cock."
He spat smugly, his words made you gush even more. This shouldn't feel as good as it does. Its wrong isnt it?He's your co worker for Christ's sake. And a vampire at that. Massacring people to feed on, exploiting his job so he is kept well fed. And soon you will be just like him. Doing the exact same thing he does, void of humanity just like he is. But when both your holes were being filled so passionately who were you to complain about any of this? When you used his mouth and fingers you didn't complain. When he towered over you and made you somehow simultaneously feel completely helpless beneath his control and completely incharge of his mind and body. You could never replicate this feeling with another being. Dex was your option, the only option. The only path that you picked for yourself the moment you began watching him. His knuckles burned as his grip got stronger. Rapid speed and shaking legs informed you he was close. He pulled you from his length as you gasped for air.
Your lips were flushed, swolen from his hips harsh movements. His hand withdrawing from your entrance as you sighed. "Not yet sweetheart, I can't cum yet" he whined loudly. Licking a trail from his cock all the way up his abs, stopping at the top of his tits. Dex moaned loudly as You pulled him in by his hair. Dex searing hot as your toungue roamed his pilowy mouth. Feeling the outline of his teeth. He still tasted like blood, that and of your cum. Dex could taste himself on you. He practically lapped up the saliva in your mouth, gluging it down his throat as he tasted the wetness of your lips. His hands roamed your body. Feeling every inch of your burning skin beneath his touch.
"This body is mine isn't it?" He slapped your ass, other hand going to play with your tits as he grinded against you.
"Mhmph" you whined feeling his tip brush your clit.
"Yea thats what i thought"
He flipped you over harshly, gasp leaving your lips as your stomach hit the mattress as he pulled your legs apart. Pulling himself down ontop of you. Leaning down, hovering just above your ear
"When you cum you have to let me know. Your blood will be flowing enough so when I bite you, it's enough to turn you not enough to drain or kill you. Got it?"
He uttered, dragging his fang along your earlobe. Voice whining at the feeling.
"Yea I got it dex. Please just put it in."
Whining you replied. Your hands now pulling his chest flush against your back. Teasing motions rubbed the head up and down your outsides before sinking into your flesh, nails digging into the mattresa as you cried out. His weight was crushing ontop of you, suffocating your skin with his own. Deeper and deeper he edged, breaths shallow almost akin to if he had been stabbed. Somehow the feeling was awfully similar tho he couldnt understand why. He stayed deep, adjusting to his length and his weight ontop of you. His hips rocked slowly. Each stroke filling you further and further. The deeper he went, the closer he could be to you. Dex needed to be as deep as possible.
This was more then turning you. This was so much worse. An almost animalistic feeling of ruining you as much as possible so youd be like him. It was selfish, painfully selfish and also incredibly hot. Dex loathed the fact you would never feel him the way he did you. Dex had an odd feeling,almost wanting to take a knife slicing down his bare chest, blade drawing down the middle all the way to his stomach and just let you climb inside him. So that you could experience a fraction of what he felt when he was inside your walls which saught to choke him in its warmth much like your soul did to him.
His thrusts were sharp, his speed increasing but depth remaining the same. You moaned into his ear as his hips fucked into you. It was almost painfully overwhelming. But through the slight pain you felt when he hit the furthest part of your soaked walls, the shiver of pure desire that drenched your body every time his frame moved against yours, fogged your head as your thoughts and senses were consumed by him. By him inside of you. Your souls practically touching though distant,they were not quite one in the same just yet. His grasp on your hips was hard. fingers digging into your skin that was certain to leave perfect purple marks where his grasp had once been. Dex couldn't let you go, not now. This was too important to him. To have someone guaranteed to never leave him made his head race with possibility and a sense of inate calmness. But his want made his fangs hurt. His hips snapping shut into you as your joint moans radiated through the dark walls of his room. His hands left your hips, fully sinking into you as your knees buckled and hit the bed, his arm snaking around your neck to fuck you deeper.
"Dex, I'm close okay? Bite me"
You whined, Dex planted even further into you at a new angle. His groin rubbing against your clit. Dexs fangs were fully visible from out of his lips. He leaned down towards your neck, you tensed up. You were close but of course the new encounter you would soon face would bound the two of you together permanently.
"Fuck I need to feel it, feel you change beneath me I can't.. wait" He moaned deeply, his toungue drenched in saliva licked a strip along the side of your neck, skin tingling beneath the cool liquid.
"Then fucking do it already"
You whimpered. His fangs traced along the flesh before he found it. The spot connecting your neck and shoulder. He felt it as his thrusts became eratic, irregular as he aproached his own climax. He heard the shift in your voice when he found it. The most sensative spot, which he slammed into relentlessly. His fangs sunk in all at once. Your head colided harshly with the pillows as you came around his cock, feeling the blood drain from your shoulder as he devoured your essence. Flames weaving through his teeth, Sucking the fresh red blood from your shoulder. A sense of discomfert hit you, climax coming to an end much to your dismay. Teeth violently throbbing as you felt them growing in your jaw, seeping forward into your mouth. Dexs own moans vibrated up your shoulder, his seed coaxing your insides. Shit, you forgot a condom.
Your fluid was inside him as was his in you. Ivorys departing your flesh, sticky forehead resting on yours. His mouth capturing yours in a kiss once more, toungue tracing the newly formed teeth as he kissed you softly. A tear falling down your cheek, his thumb wiped it away.
"It's okay sweetheart, you're done. I understand it can feel like alot. But i can guide you its alright"
Comforting words of reassurance making you smile. As his caged stance shifted allowing him to roll over panting onto his back, snuggling up to his chest from the side. Dex played with your hair softly, head and arm resting on his breast. Descending from the high quietly as you fought to steady your breathing. After a few silent minutes simply embracing him, Dex called out.
"How are you feeling?"
"I feel, funny. Like tired but not really and like somethings missing but I don't know what it is"
His arm raised to wrap around your torso, hugging you as he replied.
"Don't worry, that should go away in the next few days when your body adjusts.As for the second part that's because your hungry. But don't worry you're pretty little head about that now. I can teach you how to feed tomorrow." His hand tilted your head upward to meet his in a soft kiss that you melted into. Despite your fear at the unknown which lay ahead, dex had done everything to make you comfortable. "Hey?" He said quietly. "Yea what's up?" You replied puzzled. "Thank you. For this all of this. Please never leave me" He replied eyelids closed, leaving you in the darkness. "Please never leave me either." You sighed, his grip on yours softening as his body went limp..
You know what pisses me off about ddba fans? The fact they saw that scene in episode 8 with Dex looking THICK as fuck aged like a FINE WINE with his hands tied up and focused on Matt instead. If i was in that fucking room i am slipping under the table and through the cuffs and showing Dexs cock what it feels like to be #born again
