[coruscants]

paige. any pronouns. 9teen. ☭ luke skywalker fanatic. house targaryen loyalist. benjamin poindexter apologist. rui hachimura enthusiast.

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[goldensunset]

when the characters never really make peace with it

[coruscants]

Dex would let you take some of his blood and keep it in one of those vial necklaces btw

[coruscants]

Someone please hear me out on Dex x Marc Spector PLEASE

[writingdose]

[ultimatesue]

For God so loved the world

[icallshtgun]

why is his body so tea hello

[margottenenbaum222]

these pictures went platinum in my bedroom

[bullseyelover]

they shook a daredevil comic book and he fell out

[megatronstherapist]

Casual, unprecedented amounts of whimsy as he kills AVTF to prove he's good, like a cat bringing a rat home

[poindextergirl]

wilson bethel saying he took an edible to prep for the bullseye diner fight scene...he's just like me fr

[coruscants]

Jst saw the Michael movie and now im genuinely mad.

Fomo is going crazy rn

[coruscants]

Matt AND Karen need to start doing terrible things to Dexs body on ao3 NOW

[hopelessghostr]

This was so hot what the fuck

[aquilacalvitium]

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

Write it badly or it'll never be written

[aquilacalvitium]

Please keep interacting with this post because when I come to tumblr to procrastinate, this shows up again in my notifications and guilts me into writing again

[coruscants]

dexmatt is finally more mainstream in the fandom and all it took was dex getting choke slammed against a wall by matt

[coruscants]

common grounds | benjamin poindexter.

687 words + nsfw.

warnings: dark content, talks of suicide, public ish sex, handjob, mention of reader having boobies, like this is pretty dark i can’t stress it enough

note: sorry it’s been so long since i’ve posted smtn 😬

summary: working with pre-spiral Dex at the suicide hotline and jerking him off under the desk.

It’s late, maybe ten o’clock at night. Most have left for the evening already; another one of your auspicious coworkers sits at a far-away table with their back facing you. Ben’s at the cubicle to your left, headset clamped over his head as he reads out the script that's become a second language to him at this point.

“Suicide prevention, this is Dex. Who am I speaking with?” You tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth, gnawing at the flaky skin.

“Hi Craig, how can I help you today?” He asks with that agonisingly tactless voice; you breathe deeply until your chest rises past his view. His eyes flicker to your form for the briefest of seconds. The darkness of his pupils makes you shiver; the way they speculate at your tits for only a second makes you bite down on your lip until you taste blood.

He tries his best to stay undistracted, rolling his shoulders and sitting upright in the creaking swivel chair. But nothing truly works; you’ve taken his interest once more. It’s definitely not the first time.

The earliest of it you remember was when you actually spoke for the first time. It was maybe his first week working at the centre, and he was doing a lot better than most newcomers. Most break after the first few hours, unable to handle the weight of the pain that others carry. The tearful voices became too grating, too depressing to even hear. Dex, though, he was good.

You let him know that one day, walking up behind him and tapping a finger against his shoulder. You informed him just how good he was doing, praising his understanding tone and respectful questions to whomever was struggling so bad on the other end of the phone call.

He’s really never let you go since that fleeting moment of appreciation, not that you really mind.

“I’m–I’m sorry, that’s hard. What you're going through right now is really challenging."

You stand up from your chair slowly, hands bracing upon the wooden desk in front of you. From behind, Dex looks hard at work, but you know for sure that he’s more taken with your growing footsteps that are soon to reach him. “Why don’t you tell me a bit more about how you're feeling?”

You curl a manicured hand down the expanse of his arm, squeezing the hard, set muscle built there. Dex clears his throat and keeps his hands busy by rolling the tip of a ballpoint pen over the laminated list. Your fingers reach the cold metal of his belt buckle, and he has to place a hand over the headset microphone so it doesn’t pick up the sound of him whimpering.

“That’s a lot to deal with; I’m glad you called.” He's barely able to get the words out as you unbuckle the first loop and slip your hand into his boxers. He’s hard; the length of his cock is rigid and twitching, and his tip dribbles out strings of pre into the satin material of his underwear.

“Are you–are you thinking about taking your own life right now?”

You pump your hand once and smile when you hear the stuttery sound trapped at the back of his throat.

He sits with a tense posture against the chair, one of his hands gripping tightly over the armrest. The leather creases under his heavy touch; you don’t stop. His cock and your hand nearly bulge out of his pants, the pressure and wrongfulness of this becoming far too much for him to handle.

The person on the call is sobbing; you can hear it. They beg and beg for some kind of release. The irony almost makes you laugh; Dex has a lot more in common with this individual with suicidal ideation than he might think. Release, he keens for it, a little bit of relinquishment for once.

You give it to him with a firm hand; he comes right then with a shudder, seed spilling over your tepid skin.

[coldgardengentlemen]

A quick aside from my Franco Barbi shit, but why are so many Benjamin poindexter fics with him being the dom? He likes structure and being told what to do (military and fbi), his whole thing is trying to find someone to help him make decisions because he doesn't trust his own judgment.

Bro just needed to be in a 24/7 dom sub dynamic and he would have been fine.