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18+ freaked out sex with dex

fem! reader, mdni. 1030 words. cw: switch dex x switch reader, spit mentions, throat holding, hair holding, face holding, scar licking, cowgirl into missionary, pinv sex, just general filth.

benjamin "you're mine" poindexter who likes to enforce the reminder that you are in fact his. it comes as a given with dex, that you belong to him, though he can't help but sprinkle it in. doesn't matter whether he's beneath, above or beside you, if it's morning, noon or night, that same notion still stands: that you're his.

it comes out gruff, a low decibel coo against the shell of your ear as he times it with a firm pump into your cunt above. it's strategic, the way he murmurs filth against your mouth— like he knows it to be something your body will respond well to. and it always does, without fail.

you sit atop him, cunt taking his cock comfortably from beneath. you're in close, stomach pressing against his ever so slight pudge, tits sandwiched with his chest below. your hips seemingly with a mind of their own as you wind and rock over his groin, movements desperate and depraved — almost like you're utterly uncomfortable with your own wicked need. that's what a few days apart does to you, it takes a toll on both you and dex.

tonight, you're particularly handsy, far more than typically normal. and so with these antsy hands of yours, you're clasping at dex, at his neck, at his face, whatever it is that you need in that moment. you then settle one on the sheets above the swell of his shoulder, and the other just over his chin; palm hooked above it with your fingers extending out, tips reaching that thick scar on his cheek.

ifawns

Perv!dex who can't keep his eyes and hands off you , especially with your curves filling out the bikini you have on,his hands pawing on your fat tits and groping your ass , nipples pebbled against the thin cloth ,oh boy he is a slut for you

i had to write a lil smth for this omw home from the beach :3 i hope u enjoy nonnie!! this was sooo yummy

dex loves taking you to the beach. admittedly, he does get a bit territorial over you, but seeing you walk out of your shared room in a bathing suit that fits every curve of your body is something that never gets old for him. he’s sitting on the couch, eyes fluttering open at the sound of you entering the room and giving you a soft smile because you just look so good.

“oh baby, look at you” he says as he gets up off of the couch, putting his hands on your hips and pressing a peck to your lips. “dex, you’ve seen me wear this countless times.” your statement makes his brows furrow, tilting his head in confusion. “that has nothing to do with how beautiful you look right now,” his compliment leaves you flustered, melting into his touch as he feels you up. “pretty fuckin’ girl,” he groans out as his hands wander to your chest, soft skin spilling out of your bathing suit and you can tell it’s making dex lose it.

even when you eventually get to the beach, dexs eyes don’t leave you. even when theres countless people checking him out and trying to get his attention, he tunes them out just to stare at you. when he’s finished setting up the towels and chairs he immediately goes up to you insisting you let him re-apply your sunscreen. his rough hands traveling up and down your body, rubbing the cream into your skin carefully.

he takes every chance to kiss you, feel you up, smack your ass or grope your chest. he doesn’t shy away from PDA because you’re his girl. though, at some point his territorial-ness turns into desperation. he’s begging you to go home, pawing at your body and grabbing at your curves when you go up to him for a hug. “baby, please. need you, look so pretty like this,” he’s whispering into your neck while he presses light kisses.

he was a mess for you. every single part of you was just so beautiful to him that it made him fucking needy. so eager to please you and touch you that you can see how gone he is by the glossy look in his eyes.

callsign-tangerine

Match my freak | Bullseye

Summary: You are at the diner when Bullseye tricks the AVTF. Your reaction to his massacre is not what he expected.

Word count: 1.6k

Warning: swearing, lots of killing, crazy behaviour from Bullseye and you, probably more

Note: This is a little shorter than what I do normally but I love the diner scene in S2E4 so I really wanted to to write this! It’s not exactly accurate with the scene, but still, I hope you like it!

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You are enjoying your meal at the diner. You always get lunch at Bel Air Diner, on the corner of 43rd and 10th, on Wednesdays.

You hear sirens, that’s not uncommon in New York, especially with the creation of the AVTF under Mayor Fisk’s administration. You hate those guys, running around trying to capture as many innocent people as possible to lock them up in the name of “safety”. All under the “Safer Streets” act. Bullshit. You know they just like how Mayor Fisk gives them full immunity to commit awful crimes. You hate them.

Speaking of those bastards, you see their atrocious cars arriving full speed in front of the diner, almost crashing into parked cars before they come to a full stop. They rush out of their vehicles and stroll inside, as if this was a SWAT emergency. Yeah, they wish they were SWAT.

What the fuck are they even doing here?

s4ngel

Ddba dex imagine his look when you are still just friends and he sees you so close to matt,

while you are stitchin dex and talkin to matt and hes watchin silently burning you with his eyes even though he looks nothin more than a kicked out puppy

And when you finish with him

Hes tryin to get your attention back

Complaining bout pain or groaning alittle, even when matt is there to witness that because it aint his thing to ever say he’s in pain, but here he is ignoring the fact the he looks patheticly in love with you

dex was sat further away from matt — you didn’t exactly trust the two around eachother, especially with dex staring holes into matt’s face and the tension flooding the room. he remained with one hand cuffed to the bed, his shirt off and his wounds stitched up. you’d already patched him up so you were focusing on matt instead.

"what happened this time?" you sigh, matt grunting quietly as you continue to stitch him up, "why don’t you ask him," his voice lowered as he frowned slightly. you didn’t think to press further, knowing it was their… vigilante business.

dex watched from across the room as he sulked quietly — your hands touching matt’s chest.. your knees bumping against each other— all up in each others personal space while whispering about something! his attempt to glare was pathetically beaten down, looking like a wounded puppy instead. he was lucky matt was blind.

snwfairy

caring for you from the dark.

benjamin poindexter x reader | fic, 1.6k words.

cw - stalking, depression, dex steals your clothes.

dex who notices you’re depressed before anyone else.

it’s easy to when he’s inserted himself into your life like an all seeing eye. watching from the rooftop across from your apartment. dex thinks at first that you’re just having a rough couple of days, then a funk, but soon he realizes how it doesn’t go away. it creeps into your life slowly. he watches it overtake your life.

it wears you down and you seem to fight less and less to the feeling.

late nights that you can’t sleep. mornings where leaving the bed seems like a monumental task. you move slower. dragging your feet and raising your arms slowly as if a weighted blanket had been thrown over you. you shower less, your hair tangles as dry shampoo cakes in it, your outfits go unplanned as you instead grab the laundry that smells the least.

you used to cook meals for yourself. joyfully dancing around your kitchen as you cooked but now takeout boxes seem to be piling up. if you eat, that is, because meals seem to be more scarce than before.

dex would know because he’d been synching the times he ate with yours, so when he finally involved himself in your life, he’d fit in as perfect as possible.

he sees how tasks take longer for you to complete. you get less done at work. it stresses you more. chatting with your co-worker over coffee becomes less of an event than it was before. turning into a few minutes of small talk that you seem to be barley able to smile through. there’s no pep in your step as you walk through the office.

at home it isn’t any better. dex watches as your apartment turns into a visual representation of your mind. a few dishes turn into a stack that molds. laundry overtakes the hamper and becomes an endless pile in the corner of the room that eventually falls. you don’t pick it up. the dust on your shitty tile floors is so apparent that even he can see it through his lens. nothing is in it’s right place.

the part that hurts him the most is how your smile fades. you put on one in front of others. your friends, your co-workers, and the cashiers or employees you interact with. dex sees how you really feel though. how quickly it drops when the person stops looking. how you look empty, staring off at things as if your trapped inside your head.

you can’t hide your true feelings from him. not as he watches over you. studies you. he’d never let you lie to him like that.

dex feels sick as he watches the light inside of you flicker away. almost a year he had spent following you like a lighthouse calling out to a sailor. but it’s growing duller day by day. at first, he was angry in a way. at you or maybe at the situation, he wasn’t sure which. he was confused too. how someone as full of life and goodness and sincerity and perfection, could ever struggle so much.

he settled on feeling in pain. aching alongside you.

at the fact that he knows exactly how you feel. he had spent so much of his life feeling the same way. like a dark cloud was hanging over him. like static noise played inside his head 24/7. weeks, months, and even years of his life that seemed to fade into nothingness due to the poison that swam around his head. no direction, no purpose. he had always found it in others - dr. mercer, julie, and now you.

but your light was dimming and he knows that he can’t watch you die out.

clearly the people in your life, the so-called friends who you seem to hangout with less these days, aren’t doing a proper job of taking care of you. maybe they just aren’t as attentive and keen as he is. regardless, dex can’t handle the helpless and panicked feeling he gets as he watches your condition worsen. before he knows it, he’s convinced himself that it’s time to take things into his own hands.

he decides to start with your apartment.

a better space will give you the room to begin feeling better. plus, it bothers him. dex prefers things neat and orderly. he likes knowing that everything had a place. it kept his head clear, and he hopes it’ll do the same for you.

dex tells himself that it doesn’t count as breaking and entering. this was for you, to help you, to ease the weight off your shoulders. he starts as soon as you leave for work. dex is a quick cleaner even in your overwhelming apartment. he wishes he had done it sooner.

when you come home that evening, your apartment is spotless. it would be unnerving, well it is, if it wasn’t for how good it makes you feel.

for the first time in months, every dish in your place was washed, dried, and put into it’s designated spot. the inside of your fridge has had all the very, very old food removed and replaced with meal prepped dinners. any and every surface glimmers under the lights from how wiped clear it’s been. the bathroom completely cleaned too, including all the hair out of the shower.

even mount laundry had been dealt with then neatly folded and put up. dex is glad to see that you don’t seem to notice some peices missing from your closet.

you get an email later from your apartment management saying that they had let cleaners into some of the apartments. something about free promotional work. weirdly, none of your neighbors seem to know what your talking about when you mention it later that week. you tell yourself that they must had not been chosen.

dex watches your confused but happy look when you first come home. smiling with pride that he had helped you in some way. he thinks it helps, you seem a bit lighter even if it doesn’t last much too long.

but that’s okay.

because this had proved to him that inserting himself into your life would be good for you. he was prepared. he had studied you enough. so much so that he was able to realize how under water you were getting. he could slip into your life and fit perfectly. at least he would once he got you back to normal.

now dex knows that he just needs to go further.

a stranger at your favorite coffee shop. he offers to pay for your coffee. it’s something small that makes your day a littl easier. it helps that he had a pretty face to go along with it. he’s there the next time you go in and the time after that. him buying your coffee turns into small talk that turn into you offering to sit with him. you don’t really want to talk, and dex knows that, but he also knew that you’d feel like you owed to him.

you were so kind like that. it’s all he needs.

dex had practiced this. practiced the questions, the conversations, and the facial expressions he’d need. staring into the mirror for hours as he went through the different possibilities. he wouldn’t let himself get caught off guard like he did with julie. this was too important. because to dex, this wasn’t just about getting into your life. it was about saving you.

he tells you his name is tony. gives you a soft smile. he asks you inviting, non-threatening questions at first. you’ll become more comfortable with him. you’re easy to talk to. he’s seems like he is too, it’s easy to when he’s assimilated all your interests into his life.

then he’ll tilt his head. narrow his eyes in a way that is kind and not threatening. he’ll ask you softly “you know, this might be weird for me to say, but i used to work a hotline call center. you just… you seem like maybe you’re going through a hard time. are you?”

it’s going so well.

you let him in. you’re too trusting like that, dex knows that’s something the two of you will need to work on. something for later. you admit to him that you’ve been struggling. you haven’t told anyone but, then again, no one but he had asked.

dex reaches out to you and you let him.

dex can’t stop his smile from widening when he touches your hand. he has to work hard not to let his thoughts drift away from the excitement of touching you for the first time. it feels surreal. dex, or rather tony, gently holds your hand.

“it’s okay. we all go through hard times,” he had remembered that line from the script they used at the hotline call center, “i can be there for you. if you’ll let me.”

you smile at him. a real smile. dex could tell it from rooftops away.

and just like that, another troubling thing had crawled it’s way into your life. this one capable of being even more suffocating and possessive than the other. on the bright side, dex was positive that his willpower would be stronger than anything troubling your head. he’d chase it away.

because to dex, the only darkness that deserved to bathe in your pool of light was himself.

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tinythebunni

being Dex’s pretty princess, his chosen prize from his turn to the good side.

Ben had noticed you a few weeks prior in a cafe, already fixating on you just because of the smell of your perfume. watching you fiddle with the hair tie on your wrist, a slight indent on your skin from the pressure of it being there so long.

you turn around once you get your drink, a strawberry ry dragonfruit lemonade. hmm, a sweet tooth. his thoughts are already running rampant.

he’s already taking notes of your preferences, subconsciously obsessing over you without even realizing. your eyes meet his for a quick second, his possessive gaze turning nervous in seconds.

Dex’s breath hitches as your eyes gleam, the corner of your lips turning up in a way that makes his heart stutter.

Dex sees you again when he’s following you taking a walk outside of his usual path. His curious eyes follow you inside of a bar, watching how you sit on a bench and rest your head on your hands. He can see the way the weight on your shoulder seems to dissipate with every drink, every exhale forced out with a sigh.

for awhile he contemplates going in, starting a conversation with you, opening up the idea of a real friendship instead of just stalking you.

his thought process is annoyingly, interrupted when someone comes behind you, a bit too close for comfort, resting a hand on the small of your back. his pace picks up as his hands clench into fists, already inside the bar before the guy can even say some fuckass pick up line.

“you’re too close.” the guy balks for a second, not expecting the lady he’d seen drinking alone to have company.

“woah, i didn’t know man” he trails off with a slight tremor in his voice, unease creeping into his skin as Dex analyzes him. Remembering every part of his face so he can take care of him later.

A hand on his arm calms him though, looking down to see your wide eyed playful gaze. “it’s okay, he was just leaving.”

for a second, Dex thinks you’re talking about him. it’s not until your hand tightens around his arm as he moves away that he gets the hint.

finally alone, you smile and fully turn to him. a breathless “hi” leaves your lips, nerves firing up millions as you finally meet the man haunting your bedroom and your every step.

he stays silent for a bit, surprised that he finally gets to meet you, even more surprised that you seem to be showing interest in him. it’s only when you quirk an eyebrow at his silence that he remembers how to speak. “ oh fuck-hi, I’m Ben.”

brokenbleedingwings

have you seen the TikToks of “sending my husband a inappropriate message/photo at an inappropriate time”? I can totally see influencer Reader doing this to Dex 😏

Today is your niece’s birthday. Also known as the only day your whole family reunites (and gets along.)

You dragged Dex with you to gift shopping that almost took an hour. The little girl started expressing interest in sports. Being the cool aunt you are, you simply had to support her dreams. And so you bought a baseball set.

After a drive that felt like forever, and family members that triple kiss, you finally settled down on the couch as your husband is guiding your niece’s hand to teach her how to throw the ball.

You watch the way he’s holding her wrist, aiming it to the side, he’s guiding with such gentleness, patient despite her inability to follow his words right. You observe the smile spreading over his face as he praises her, even if the throw wasn’t perfect.

You don’t realize you’re biting your lip until you taste metal on your tongue. As you shift slightly, you feel and hear the wetness between your thighs. Ovulation is a bitch because you, who have never wanted kids, now want your husband to give you a whole ass team.

With a tap on your thigh and a mutter of your name, you turn to your sister who’s going on and on about her husband and you wince. Is that how you sound like when talking about your own?

“-and we sext when he’s away. It’s basically-” now that caught your attention. Smirking as your eyes fall on Dex again, you open your phone and type a message before sending it. You immediately open your camera app to catch Dex’s reaction.

Dex feels a vibration in his pocket. Frowning, he clicks the notification before immediately turning his brightness down, his eyes widening.

Need your cum in me dexie :( need it so so bad im soo wet

He quickly gets up from his crouching position, mouthing you a “really” which earns him a giggle and a wink. He turns his attention to your niece, “how about you keep practicing, okay? I will be back soon.” He pats her shoulders before looking at you.

As soon as he tries to get to you, your brother in law sparks a conversation with Dex. You can see the way Dex is trying to run past him, making up excuses as he adjusts his pants.

Sending him another text, you run upstairs to the bathroom,

Dont get hard yet want to feel it harden inside me

Dex wastes no time as he follows you, completely ignoring the confused man he leaves behind.

He catches you, grabbing you from behind, “think you can tease me like that and run away?” He opens the bathroom door with one hand, the other holding you against him. You give the phone in your hand one more glance, it’s still rolling.

“Bend over and show me how bad you want my babies.” With a spank, you gasp and decide to end the recording.

Frankcas: he has it all its so fucking unfair

⤷bendex: don’t worry, it’s definitely not a you problem that no one wants you.

Karenp: i’m the aunt and i think it’s a girl

⤷bendex: i think so, too.

Mattmud: That was loud.

⤷bendex: are you complianing?

Varina: ill check in on you in 9 months

⤷bendex: check on your boyfriend, first.

⤷Varina: whatdatmean

⤷baily: girl ur bf follows naked models😭😭😭😭

Julian: he was gonna fight the man to get to you😭😭

⤷bendex: can you blame me?

Yurilover67: idk i think hes scarily fast girl….

⤷yndex: good thing idc abt what u think then💕

Behive: that slap either you have a fattie or his hands are rough cus that was LOUD

⤷yndex: both

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killshotx

let the light in | benjamin poindexter x gn!reader

a drabble for @ivyfantasize . ask and you shall receive <3

1.2k

Dex comes home and the first thing he wants is you.

tags: drabble, fluff, domestic life, Dex on a healing arc, reader and Dex are disgustingly in love

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Friday evenings in New York are a bustle of noise and energy. Cabs rumbling down busy streets, the yellow light of the street lamps casting their warm haze over every moving body that crosses beneath them. The noise and the light filter gently through your apartment window, mingling with the soft sound of your music as you scrape onions into a sizzling pan. Over the popping and crackling of the oil, you hear the latch of your front door click and open, and a smile tugs at your mouth before you even see the familiar shape brushing through the doorway.

Even a year into your relationship, Dex still looks at you like he’s relieved to find you here, inside of the apartment you share together, waiting for him. His eyes find yours immediately and he locks the door neatly behind him before moving straight to you.

mayhemi

anonymous said: "dex comes home and sees you wearing his clothes... they're a little too big for you, and he blushes when he notices the size difference-he just can't help himself but gets all hot and bothered :("

ugh :( dex coming home after a long day, finding you padding around his apartment in one of his old t-shirts (comically oversized on you), and his boxers. his heart just swells, seeing you in his stuff, all his.

you greet him with that big hug he looks forward to, and a sweet kiss, an exaggerated 'mwaah!' sound that makes him smile. he looks down at the large clothes hanging from your body, "you're–" he stutters over his words, "you're wearing my clothes?" he furrows his eyebrows, trying to ignore his cock twitching in his pants insistently.

you nod eagerly, "mhm! mine are in the wash" you rub his bicep in a way you know makes his face flush a pretty pink, "you don't mind, right?". it's funny, seeing him blush and turn to putty when you touch him in the right places.

he immediately shakes his head, reaching down to adjust his hard-on so maybe it isn't so obvious, choking a groan at the contact of his hand. "c-course not, baby" he reassures you, pathetically so. "i'll make you some dinner, okay?" he walks past you in the kitchen, trying his very best to ignore the thoughts that invade his mind, one of those being the fact that you definitely don't have panties or a bra on.

the whole night he's being painfully obvious just how much seeing you in his clothes effects him. eyeing you up and down and stiffening up whenever you touch him. and you're not helping ay all, rubbing up against him and kissing his neck softly, making him feel crazy.

at some point, you sit on his lap to watch a movie and he just fully cums in his pants at the contact, splurting cum in his boxers and apologizing profusely. he was just so pent up, it's not his fault!! :(

but he makes sure to eat you out real good as an apology! <3

a/n: accidentally deleted the original request... whoops!

brunchable

Need To Know

݈݇— pairings: nerdy!roommate AU dex poindexter x roommate!freader ݈݇— summary: Your friends keep laughing it off whenever you swear your shy, roommate Dex is secretly a total catch under the oversized clothing—they just can't see it like you do and you're finally determined to confirm it for yourself. ݈݇— [18+] themes: implied stalking, perverted roommate, dex acting pathetic, ooc dex, size kink, praise kink, teasing/seduction, body worship, msub, foreplay, oral (m & f receiving), dick slaps, face-riding, mating press, dirty talk, unprotected piv(pls use protection), creampie. Porn with plot. No use of y/n. Author's Notes: Inspired by Need To Know by Doja Cat. Another fucking self indulgent fanfic. May or may not make a part 2 depending on how this goes lol.

Dex was right in the middle of staring at the same stubborn line of code for the third damn time when the loud clatter echoed from the living room, followed immediately by your very loud, very frustrated “Oh fuck!”

His hands froze on the keyboard. He was already half out of his chair before his brain caught up—because that’s what roommates did. They checked on each other. They didn’t just sit there spiraling through every worst-case scenario while their heart tried to punch its way out of their chest. Especially not when it was you.

He should’ve knocked. He knew the rule. But the door was already cracked open, and the only rule that actually mattered in his head (the one he’d invented the day you moved in) was simple: make sure you’re okay. Even if his palms were already clammy. Even if he’d spent the last six months pretending he didn’t notice you in anything less than full-coverage pajamas.

fewerstars

a piece of us

summary: After Frank sees you holding your niece, he’s overcome with baby fever. So of course, when you get home he can’t stop himself and long story short he begs to put a baby in you!! 😃

authors note: read part 1 here!! okay this is basically just the after events of them getting home, Frank tells her how he feels and yk what’s next 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ can read this without reading the first part!!

content: fem reader, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), uhh- major breeding kink, desperate!frank, size kink, spoiler- it doesn’t fit, husband!frank, pet names (mama, sweetheart, baby), praise, yearning!frank, he begs?!, aftercare!! because frank is a real man 🫡

word count: 4.6k

francixoxoxo

weird random little idea I had bc in my brain Frank castle would be a big huge mushy bear at night after a construction shift ☹️

contains Frank castle x reader, nothing but fluff, bedtime stuff

Frank apparently took a little bit of overtime at work.

A little, meaning; he’s regularly home by six, latest. Tonight, you hear his apartment key twist in the lock at ten.

You knew how hard of a worker he was. Part of you wish that he was less so. Or maybe, that he had atleast given you a heads up. A, hey, don’t make me a plate at dinner. Or even a, I’ll be home late, don’t wait up.

You don’t wait up anyways. You went to bed even earlier than you regularly would, pettily, but feeling some kind of victory at punishing Frank. Denying him the loving gesture of staying up late on the couch, waiting to see him.

So, no. When Frank comes back to the apartment, even though you’re conscious enough to register his arrival, you don’t get out from under the covers and kiss him hello. You lay, listening through the darkness as his boots thunk on the hardwood— mentally, you scold him for dragging in dirt. A pause, then the sound of his footsteps lightens, work boots discarded.

You stay in the pantomime of sleeping even as he opens the bedroom door, the faint light from the kitchen bleeding through your closed lids. You listen to the sound of fabric rustling, him undressing and undoubtedly tossing the work clothes in the hamper; the pad of his bare feet towards the attached bathroom. The shower turns on. Maybe five minutes later, off. Again, footsteps.

There’s the sound of his soft grunts breaking through the silence. He must be sore. Tired— no, exhausted.

Your anger has grown a twin feeling, some kind of guilt by the time that his weight dips the other side of the mattress. The feeling only worsens as Frank shifts closer, his warmth against your back, and throws a burly, heavy arm over your midsection.

Still, you don’t say anything. Two things can coexist. Your frustration, and his exhaustion.

To your quiet groan (unfortunately telling to the fact that you’re awake,) that arm over your middle tugs, just enough force to pull you into him. Tight. You feel Frank’s nose nudge the crook of your neck. Can hear the breath inward he takes, in no rush to mumble, almost indistinct, “Sweet girl.”

You don’t make a peep. You have a feeling it’s petty. Still, his beard scratches the skin of your neck exposed by your pajama, as he lays down an unhurried kiss. “Know you’re awake,” he rasps after a long few moments.

You make a disagreeing sound, like he’s bothering your rest. In reality, you feel about twenty times better lying against him. His skin is warm from the shower, his hair damp against your jaw, and one large hand is lying over your stomach. Not rubbing, not grabbing. Just holding.

“..M’sorry.” Frank murmurs after a longer pause. Noses at the skin behind your ear before evidently deciding not to push you, laying his head on your pillow. The bridge of his nose fits against the crown of your head, and you can feel his sigh against your hair. “I’m late. Should’ve given you a heads up.”

“Mhm,” you hum. That hand on your stomach sneaks under your pajama shirt, without suggestion. His palm, calloused and strong, just scrapes upward slightly, thumb in line with your sternum. You’d be a liar to say you didn’t appreciate Frank’s touch, his constantly reaching hands. The facade of anger was getting increasingly hard to keep up.

“Y’know I’m sorry, baby.” Frank mumbles, voice all quiet and close in that way of his. “Please. S’been a fuckin’ day.” You feel him shift and there’s another kiss, now to your nape. His beard is damp against the skin there.

You inhale, deep and slow. He smells distinctly like soap. “You suck, a little.”

A sound somewhat like a huff of amusement leaves Frank. “I know.”

With the plan in mind to thoroughly scold him in the morning when you weren’t so eager to let yourself fall asleep, warm against his chest, you resolve to give your man a break. You shift, laying a hand on his forearm over your waist. Peering over your shoulder and squinting through the dark, you find him already staring at you with those tired, almond eyes. There’s a ghost of a smile in the creases in his face.

“..Hey there.”

“Hi.” You mumble in reply. That almost-smile develops into a real one, however unexaggerated. You watch him push up onto the arm not over you, and lean over to plant a gentle kiss onto your cheekbone. Why would you bite back the soft sound of appreciation that comes from your throat? There wasn’t any hiding from Frank.

He probably knew that you’d forgiven him already, anyway.

“I missed you. Y’know that?” The admission comes natural, looking up at him. He nods, barely.

“Missed you, lady.” His voice stays low, softer than anyone would think a man as hard as he was would be capable of. He squints, brows drawing as he shakes his head in some strange kind of disbelief, “Been waiting for this all day.”

“For what?”

Frank settles back down behind you, arm tugging you ever closer into him. His body is like a furnace; he’s very lucky that the AC is cranked up, because otherwise he’d be banished to the other side of the bed. For now, he gets to sigh against the baby hairs at the back of your neck, and get your pillow wet with shower-damp hair (meanwhile, his own pillow is perfectly functional and available.)

His eventual response makes you smile, eyes closing with satisfaction, “Sleeping with my woman.”

babybellabale

real or fake (benjamin poindexter x reader)

inexperienced!dex uses the internet to learn for his first time with you. a comment under a post has him questioning whether the pleasure noises you make for him are real or fake.

warnings?: fbi dex, p in v, inexperienced dex, idk.

he reread your last text again..and then again.

[ can’t wait for tonight ;) ]

dex didn’t have the strength to put the phone down, the firm grip on his iphone matched the grip his other hand had on his mouth as he slowly panted into his palm.

it wasn’t even time for the date, it was still noon- the date was at 8, yet he couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind.

finally! after months of being in your vicinity without you knowing, weeks of casual conversation and a handful of dates, days of heavy makeouts against your apartment door or behind the restaurant he took you to.

tonight was the night.

the last step before you were officially his because no one can treat you as better as dex can. you and dex would have sex, fuck, make love, whatever you want to call it.

he was excited. but more nervous unfortunately, dex was not as experienced as a normal thirty year old man should be. and he was very well aware of that.

you on the other, you were very sensual, specific with your words and actions. he remembers the conversation so well.

dex softly kissed you after your third date, it was awkward at first, but slowly the two of you figured out a pace that made you ache between your legs and well…dex was hard as soon as your fingers grazed his waist.

he didn’t mean to, but dex accidentally slipped his tongue into your mouth. the loss of his lips from you made you sigh as dex backed away a few steps.

“sorry- i’m sorry.” dex panted while wiping his mouth. fuck fuck fuck he crossed a boundary, he want to far, it was only your first kiss.

the look in your eyes still positively haunts dex’s dreams as your eyes stuck to his lips hungrily.

took you a few seconds to finally look at his eyes instead of his red, wet, soft lips.

“you don't have to be that cautious. i’m not exactly a beginner, and I’m definitely not as ‘sweet’ as you seem to think I am.” you softly murmured while wrapping your arms around his neck.

he felt your tits press up against his chest and he doesn’t remember anything else after that.

you were experienced, yea you were a few years younger than him. but you made it clear that you weren’t a virgin or someone who likes it soft and sweet alllll the time.

dex scrambled to his table in his living room, he remembered the phase at his workplace when the guys would email each other p*rn link.

he rarely ever clicked on them, he was too busy being on the verge of a breakdown or watching you on his time off.

dex opened up his email and scrolled till he found the first email with a link.

it was for educational purposes.

he likes you and he wants to make you feel good.

he’s a grown man. its about time.

nothing could’ve prepared him for the wormhole of material he went through.

links on links of different things, he stumbled upon photos, videos, gifs, forums, tips and tricks.

different sex positions, different body builds of men and women. some were too graphic and long while other were short and soft.

one specific link took him to a twitter post, the girl in the video resembled a bit like you. for some reason he hated that. dex aimlessly scrolled under the comments as the girl in the video kept crying out his name.

immediately dex perked up on his table as he read a comment.

[ hate when the girl makes so much noise. it is so fake. ]

what? women can fake noises and reactions?? this was new knowledge to dex. his past experiences were too loud or too quiet, honestly it was so long ago he doesn’t even remember.

that comment carried him all evening as he got ready for the date. it followed when he was ironing his polo, it followed him when he drove to the restaurant, and when he saw you unzip your dress from across his bedroom.

after minutes of making out messily while slowly undressing, kisses up and down your throat and chest. dex had you a sweaty and needy mess beneath him.

you made it clear to dex that you didn’t want any foreplay tonight, you just needed his dick because you were already wet as fuck just by kissing him.

his dick that you have been feening over for weeks. his dick that you once saw hard beneath his jeans when you guys first shared a kiss. god you need it.

so as dex is quite literally enamored and inlove with you, he pulls down your soft underwear and slips out his hard, needy, leaky cock from his boxers and inch by inch pushes into your hole.

he is maybe half way in you and you feel the burn and you fucking love it. unable to keep your mouth shut as dex bottoms out, you let out a soft moan at the ache between your legs that quickly turns into one of pleasure.

you feel dex’s hands which brace your head shake as he tries not to literally come at the spot.

“dex- oh dex, i knew you were big baby” you sigh between harsh breaths.

dex is literally unable to anything except nod, its like his mouth has been staples.

you continue to sigh out harsh breaths but they turn into quiet moans as dex grinds into you. you were reeling. the friction, the way he filled you, the way his hands found the exact rhythm you craved. it was intoxicating.

you weren't thinking about anything other than the sensation, your head thrown back against the pillows. you gasped his name, sharp and breathless, the sounds spilling out of you without a filter. every time he pounded into you, your hips arched to meet him, your voice rising, praising him, telling him exactly how good he was making you feel.

beneath the pleasure, however, dex was tense. he kept his eyes locked on your face, searching for a trace of dishonesty. he moved with a frantic, focused energy, rubbing against your core, trying to drown out the doubt screaming in his head. are you just saying that? or are you faking it for him?

when the peak finally broke over you, you clung to his shoulders, leaving little marks in his skin as you whispered how much you needed him.

guess he really did learn something from those videos.

as he slowly pulled out of you and kissed your cheek a little and you finally let go of his back. he watched your bare chest go up and down as you tried stabilize your breathing, eyes shut and mouth ajar.

dex watched you with pure vulnerability, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. the sex was perfect, you both came but the noises…

the moans, whines, pants of his name in your ear. it couldn’t have been fake right?

but that girl, she sounded like you did two minutes ago. he couldn’t even stop the words that slipped out of his mouth.

“was that real?”

you rolled over to your side and nuzzled into the pillow eyes still shut. you were stuck in a state of euphoria and did not want to leave it.

“what?” you softly spoke as your hand reached to graze at dex’s arm.

“you were quite….lou- vocal.” dex stuttered. to that your eyes opened. “i want to know if that was real, you don’t have to fake anything with me.” he continued earnestly.

if he was bad he wanted to know, he would learn for you.

you probably thought you were hearing wrong because you were definitely not faking… like he was fucking you so good you don’t even remember what you said.

you sat up straight while inching closer to dex. his pupils were dilated and you could see the marks on his shoulders that your nails caused.

“dex,” you said softly, reaching out to brush a stray hair from his forehead. “i wasn’t thinking about anything but you. i didn’t even realize how loud i was being.” you giggled at the last part because it was the truth.

the tension that had been holding his shoulders rigid for the entire night finally started to snap. he exhaled, a shaky, uneven sound, and a slow, genuine smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“okay, okay thats good” he nodded. “im sorry if that ruined the mood.” he continued.

you immediately shook your head, “no dex absolutely not, i knew you were gonna be sooooo good” you whispered as you climbed into lap.

“and ill tell you that every time” you said between pecks on his lips.

you felt dex lazily smirk against your lips while his hands gripped at your hips.

believe it or not, you grew louder and louder that night every time he made you come. and every sound was real.

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mayhemi

can't help but think about shaving dex's stubble during the shower and he can't help but get a shameless erection at you touching him :((

(18+)

omg :( taking a steamy shower with dex and offering to help him shave. turning his head to different angles while you work on shaving his stubble, so focused and completely oblivious to the battle he's fighting. every loving touch that shows you actually care is sending heat straight to his dick, every graze of your fingertips against his jaw only makes him throb harder. you're just being so gentle with him, and it turns him on so so much :(

it's only until you take a break to wash off the razor under the shower stream that you look down and notice the painfully hard boner he's sporting, cock sitting flushed against his abs, globs of pre dribbling down his shaft every now and then. "dex–" a suprised, but knowing smile grows on your face, and you're only more amused when you see his ears are a pretty pink at the tips. "m'sorry, baby, you were just– touching me... and-" he shakes his head in embarrassment, unable to come up with a good explanation as to why his cock is literally twitching from just you shaving him.

"it's okay" you shush, him hand snaking down between the two of your wet, bare bodies to close around his member, pulling a whine from him. "i'll take care of this, okay? how's that sound?" you coo, getting him to nod and bringing his head to rest on your shoulder, eyes closed in bliss, and also overwhelming love. "god– thank y'you baby" "love you" "always helping me..." he's whispering little praises and pressing reverent kisses to your shoulder as you jerk him off slowly, caring for him like no one has before.

he cums all over your tummy with a soft moan, hips bucking into your fist as he spurts the last drops of his warm, sticky release out. he lets you clean him up under the hot shower, he's in awe of just how much you love him, and just how much he loves you <3

little-miss-dilf-lover

18+ dex who loves to make you sweat

fem! reader, mdni. 802 words. cw: he turns the AC off so he can make her sweat more, dex using his weight to keep reader in a position, pinv sex, sweat sweat sweat, hints of multiple climaxes, general filth

around this time of year with temperatures soaring like they are, your means of cooling down around the apartment had grown used and abused — fans and AC tired from their continuous and rather extensive use.

with them being on almost all hours through the day, there was only one time where dex would cut their power; a time where no one ever should do such thing.

it's not when you leave the apartment, or when you take a shower, but rather when you fuck — well, when he fucks you.

it's a control element, you believe. if there was a variable that could possibly be controlled, dex will find a way. even if it meant something as outlandish as your temperature.

princessaasblog

raw. deep. messy. wet. backwards. against the table. against the wall. against the window, infront of a mirror. on the bed. on the kitchen counter. on the couch. on the floor. in the bath.

clawxmoon

18+

touchstarved!dex who cannot wait to come home to you after literally murdering people. he's in the middle of violently slaughtering one or fisk's workers and all he can think about is you on the couch so he can lay on top of you and snuggle his head in the crook of your neck. his favorite spot. when he is finally done and steps a foot in the house - dex sees you napping in the living room while the tv is playing and it's a heavenly sight for him. he doesn't want to wake you but he's been thinking about you all day and can't control himself.

"goodmornin', baby." dex rolls your sleepy body so you're on your back and spreads your thighs wide so he can get comfortable between them. you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, barely awake and he smiles as he starts leaving trails of kisses on your neck. "missed my baby so bad." he coos in your ear, rubbing his face on your skin like a little cat. you feel him getting hard between your legs and it hurts because he's a big, heavy man laying on you with all his weight.

"dex..?" you're freshly out of a dreamworld as dex presses down his bulge on your clothed cunt with more force, trying to relieve himself. his hands go inside your shirt to aggressively grope one of your tits, his other hand wrapping behind your thigh to feel you even closer. dex hasn't left your neck yet, biting and leaving marks while you groan at the sensation - his movements perfectly rubbing on your sensitive clit. suddenly, he stops completely and picks you up to switch positions. straddling you on his lap as you balance yourself.

"think you can be a good girl f'me and ride it?"

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