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no longer human | 23

[dexdiaries]

one of the many pleasures in dex's life is eating you out.

he'll get you naked, lay you softly on the bed... tease you without mercy, covering you in marks and coating your nipples in his spit. he could easily get off on the sounds you make. he positions himself carefully between your legs so you can't buck your hips against him or push your thighs together for some sort of relief. he just can't bring himself to let you when he's so enthralled by the noises you can't help but make. he wants you trembling, crying underneath him.

and finally, finally when he's had enough of that he traces his lips down your stomach, his big and broad shoulders shoving your legs impossibly far apart.

his rough hands bring your thighs to rest on his shoulders, posed on your ass to hold your cunt against him when you inevitably squirm. dex blows cold air onto your wet cunt, relishing in your frustrated groan and whines. then his lips are pressed against you, slowly tasting you until he can't get enough and he growls, devouring you whole. he could get off on the way your thighs flex around his head, too. he could easily suffocate here if you let him. dex can stay between your thighs for hours, getting you off over and over again until your voice is hoarse and you're seeing stars. until there's no tears left to cry.

you can never guess how long he'll stay down there, but you always know what to expect when he's groaning against your clit, teeth grazing you. he'll have you on your stomach, big hand pushing the small of your back into the mattress and the other gripping your hair and tugging. then he's pushing into you, a dark rumble resonating through his chest. dex kisses your back, shoulder, neck, cheek, hoarsely whispering sweet nothings into your ear. praising how well you're doing for him, how good you are to him, how perfectly you take him. tears spill down your face and he licks the salt from your cheek. he'll cum inside you without warning, rutting harshly into you, his forehead falling to rest on your shoulder blade.

dex treats you softly after. he placates you with water, pulls you against him, pushing your sweaty hair back and out of your "pretty face." he'll lull you to sleep, his rough, deep voice praising you and leaving gentle kisses to the top of your head.

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dex shoving your face into his bulge. send tweet.

[machiavelliam]

RIDING HIS PECS ‧ B.P

TAGS: Drabble | Gender neutral afab reader | Praise kink | Sub/sub or switch/switch | Titty fucking | Dry humping

He smiles wearily when you try to lift your weight again after he insisted more than ten times that you can sit down and do whatever you want with him.

You would do it if it were that easy... If only shame didn't gnaw at you every time you grind your warm and wet pussy against his chest while your swollen clit gently kisses his hardened nipple with each small forward thrust, making him tense beneath you and look away from your face.

“Why—Why do you keep looking away?” you huff, trying to adjust yourself so you don't put all your weight on him in this awkward position while still being able to keep rocking on his breast, spreading your slick all over his soft skin.

Dex gasps when a particular movement of your hips makes you let out a breathy little noise that makes him feel dizzy so quickly, affecting him more than it should, managing to make his clothed cock twitch under his soothing hand.

“Nothing…” he breathes out after a moment, desperately trying to hide his flustered state while still being quite proud of making you feel that way. “It’s just that you look—look so good.”

That sweet and hoarse voice causes your face to burn in sheer embarrassment and your movements quicken over his chest without even wanting to, his words are accompanied by his free hand moving up your thigh, manhandling you and pawing at the flesh possessively until you’re finally sitting on him completely, at an angle where each thrust rubs your bare pussy against his nipple and the curve of his breast, parting your wet folds, soaking his muscle with your wetness.

The sensation of the skin against your sensitive clit weakens you more and more, and you have to lean forward to place your hands on either side of his head to be able to keep going and he yelps your name, almost high pitched, so pathetic, panting in ecstasy for the way you’re hovering over him now.

His hand is quickening its movements, the thin fabric of his pants is clinging to his weeping useless cock that doesn't stop leaking and he must be so wet, so sensitive.

The mere thought is enough to double your arousal, sending sweet tingles through your lower belly, and you decide to compliment him as well because you want to hear more of that needy little tone, “you look good too, Dex, so pretty...” you manage between broken gasps, closing your eyes to concentrate on how good and arousing it feels to hump his tit without stopping. Dex arches his back, squeezing his cock in fear of coming so quickly with just a few words while you use him as your toy.

“Do I? ” he asks so eagerly, looking at you with glossy eyes and adorable rosy cheeks, he's ruined and you haven't even done anything. How can he be so pathetic when you're not even touching him? It's truly obscene how much of a shameless whore he can be while you're fucking his big and pretty tits.

And to respond to his pitiful little question you just hum and nod desperately, suddenly craving more friction, going faster, dripping and panting incoherently when it doesn't seem enough.

Now, to make matters worse, it's his turn to mock you even though he's so close to finishing as he's stroking his cock roughly. Dex grins at you as he brings his free hand to your stomach, feeling the heat radiating fron your skin then going a little lower to press against your lower belly to make you quiver and twitch on top of him, forcing you to tell him again how good he looks while he purrs about how well you're doing for him.

Both of you constantly seeking the delicious praise that only you can give each other.

© machiavelliam | masterlist | 20 / 04 / 26

There isn't a single part of his body safe from me oh my days I'll soon post some bullshit about his spinal scar too since God personally asked me to.

The gif belongs to @ 81gb on here, I won't tag them for obvious reasons but those gifs are beautiful, go give them love.

[dexdiaries]

thinking about this today

[dexdiaries]

you're standing at your kitchen island when dex comes in through your living room window. whirling, you mumble a small "dex?" a deep growl resonates in his chest. he has a gnarly, bleeding cut on his brow, a split lip with blood running down his chin, sweat making his hair string and stick to his forehead.

he's immediately stalking towards you, adrenaline still pumping through his veins and breathing deep, steps heavy with a tired limp. dex is pulling off his belt, closing in on you. you're frozen, a slight tremble in your legs. he reaches you, one hand darting out to grip your hip while the other unbuttons and pulls down his pants. dex pulls you towards him before he's backing you onto your couch, grip tight on your hip still and free hand now shoving your bottoms off.

the next thing you know he's pushing into you without any prep, but it hardly matters as your were wet for him the moment he landed deftly on your floor from the window. another guttural groan from him, keeping a brutal pace as he fucks you mercilessly. dex has his head shoved into space between your neck and shoulder. you can feel the slick of his sweat and the stick of his blood. you're whining, dex's lips trailing from your shoulder, to neck, to jaw, and finally your mouth. you can taste the tang of his blood, the salt of his sweat, feel his tongue against yours. keening into his mouth, you're falling apart, convulsing around him.

he refuses to let up. if anything, he's speeding up. the smack of his hips rutting into yours, the feel of his cock hitting your cervix, it's all too much. you're begging him to slow, to pause, to let you breathe. although, there's no getting through to him now, he's lost to the feeling of you, chasing his own high and ridding himself of the adrenaline that built up, using you to come down from the high of his fight to the death. rough hands grip and pull and bruise your body. teeth sink into your neck and you're cumming again without warning. you're screaming now, crying his name. "dex, god, dex, please-"

clenching around him forces another growl from him, pace unruly, stuttering, throbbing inside you as he fills you completely. catching his breath, he pulls you impossibly closer to him. then, there's a gentle hand resting against your cheek, a rough thumb wiping the blood he transferred to you. a sheepish, small "sorry," and a chuckle is all he offers before kissing you softly.

he doesn't mean it.

he'll do it again.

and you'll be waiting.