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[clawxmoon]

── ⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend of the shyest girl you know

while everyone else mistakes your quietness for disinterest, dex catches the tiny things - the way you lower your eyes when someone compliments you, how you linger just outside conversations before slipping away, how your voice gets softer when you’re nervous.

he secretly loves being the only person who gets to hear your real laugh. around other people it’s quiet, always hidden behind your hand, but when you’re alone with him it slips out freely. every single time it happens, he pauses for just a second, watching you with the smallest, barely noticeable smile.

“…there it is,” he murmurs.

your shyness makes you hesitant to ask for affection, which means dex learns to read you instead. he’ll notice you hovering nearby while pretending to look at something else, the tiny glances you keep stealing at him, the way your fingers fidget with your sleeves. without a word, he’ll open one arm. you shuffle over almost immediately, resting against his side. “…better?” he asks. you nod into his shoulder. “mhm.”

he finds your tendency to hide behind him endearing. crowded streets, loud environments, unfamiliar people - you’ll unconsciously drift until you’re standing just behind his shoulder. after a while, he starts shifting slightly to make room without even thinking about it.

because you’re so reserved, every little sign of affection from you means everything to him. if you reach for his hand first, if you lean your head on his shoulder without being prompted, if you quietly mumble, “I missed you,” when he comes home - it stays with him for days. he doesn’t react in the moment, but later that night he’ll pull you just a little closer while the two of you lie in bed, silently replaying those moments in his mind.

your shyness means you’re constantly apologizing for taking up space. dex hates it. every time you murmur, “sorry,” for something insignificant, he gently interrupts. “don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” eventually he starts placing a finger beneath your chin whenever you apologize unnecessarily, making you look at him until you smile instead.

dex has spent most of his life hiding every genuine emotion he has. you wear yours all over your face without realizing it. he knows exactly when you’re excited because your eyes brighten before you even smile. he knows when you’re anxious because you start twisting your rings. he knows when you’re trying not to cry because your lips press together just a little tighter.

“I can hear you thinking.” he says.

“…how do you know?”

“because I know you.”

one of the first things dex notices is that you instinctively make yourself smaller. when a waiter accidentally gets your order wrong, you smile and say it’s fine. when someone interrupts you, you simply stop talking. it bothers him more than he’d ever admit. after watching it happen one too many times, he starts speaking before you can. “she ordered the tea, not coffee.” his voice is calm, almost detached.

you glance up at him, surprised. afterward, you mumble, "dex, you didn’t have to.”

he looks at you for a second. “I wanted to.”

he loves when you hide your face in his chest after he compliments you. at first he thinks you’re embarrassed. then he realizes you’re smiling too much to look at him. from then on, he starts whispering compliments just to feel you curl into him. “you’re beautiful.” you let out the tiniest groan, face disappearing into his jacket. he rests his chin on your head, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

there are times when your quiet nature worries him. after everything he’s experienced, silence can make his thoughts spiral. if you spend too long lost in your own head, he’ll glance over more often than he’d like to admit. “you okay?” he’ll ask. every single time you smile softly and answer, “just thinking.” only then does the tension leave his shoulders.

he never tries to change your personality. if anything, he protects it. he knows the world constantly expects louder, bolder people, but he likes that you’re soft. likes that your words are carefully chosen instead of rushed. likes that your kindness isn’t performative. one night, when you apologize for “being too quiet,” he looks at you for a long moment before gently taking your hand. his fingers intertwine with yours. “it’s one of my favorite things about you.”

you’re soft in every way he isn’t. where his voice is blunt, yours is hesitant. where his gaze is intense, yours is quick to drop. when strangers make eye contact, you smile politely. dex studies them until they look away first. the funny part is that you balance each other perfectly. people approach you because you seem approachable. they leave you alone because they eventually notice who’s standing beside you.

[s4ngel]

hate sex with dex because he got jealous but it ends with him whimpering "please don't leave me" all pathetic and so, so needy to fill you up

it started with his hand grabbing your jaw roughly, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he relentlessly pounded into you… soft groans and grunts leaving him as the other hand wrapped around your throat— not cutting off your airways but he could if he wanted. your hands were tied behind your back.. wrists red from rubbing against the rope as you squirmed in your spot, "y— you think you can just.. flirt around with whoever? huh?!" his eyes burning into yours, practically spitting out his words…

but after your first orgasm his movements became clumsier.. hands still on your body but now grabbing your waist and running along your neck.. "y—you—" his words incoherent as he sucked soft bruises on your neck. "don’t— don’t leave me— okay? p—please don’t leave me, pleasepleaseplease—" he was still trying to sound assertive but his words came out as a shaky and whimpering whine… "wanna make everyone know y—you’re mine— don’t want y’to leave.. ever.." his thrusts becoming deeper.. threatening to spill inside of you.. :( one of his hands moved down your body.. resting his hand on where your womb would be. "please don’t leave me. ever." silently begging for permission and a shaky whine and nod from you was enough before he filled you to the brim.. ;(

[vrtualseraph]

summery tropical pixels

[raaaaaauhrawr]

[mayhemi]

── "im too old for you"

content.ᐟ 18+, legal age gap, finger-sucking, blowjob, praise, pet names, road head, he's a pervv

shane 'i'm too old for you' maguire who doesn't actually care about the age gap.

when a pretty little thing like you approaches him at the bar, batting your eyelashes, laughing a little too hard at his shitty jokes, and your skirt so short he can almost make out the little white panties you're wearing, how could he bring himself to care about right and wrong?

it's the thrill he cares about. he likes turning down your obvious flirting and then hearing you whining about how you don't care, or that your not even that young, tugging at the sleeve on his bicep and pouting. he'd like to see those lips wrapped around his cock.

"m'old enough to be your daddy', sweetheart" he drawls, taking a long sip from his budweiser. that only spurs you on, and he knows it.

but he is a man after all, can't hold back for long when you're all over him, small hands wrapped around his arm and nails digging into his skin, taking sips of his beer, clearly not caring about the near two decade age difference and the judgmental stares of people around the two of you. he just can't help himself.

he decides the only right thing to do is to coax you into his old pickup truck. though, he doesn't have to say much in order to convince you to leave with him. eager little thing, he calls you.

you're chatting his ear off nearly the whole ride. like a little fly buzzing around him, and he can't get enough of it. "y'always talk this much?" he rasps, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting heavy on your bare thigh, his thumb rubbing little circles.

you giggle at that, "no," you take his hand in yours, playing with his big fingers. "you're just special" you grin up at him, and he shakes his head, huffing a small laugh.

"yeah? m'special?" he snakes his hand up to cup your chin with his big, warm hand, taking his eyes away from the road for a second to glance at you. his thumb rests against the plush of your bottom lip. you nod slightly, your smile faltering a bit as you feel his thumb slipping into your mouth, the salty pad of his finger resting against your tongue. you welcome it eagerly, hollowing your cheeks and sucking on his digit.

"fuck, sweet girl..." he groans lowly, glancing between you and the dark road, not sure where to place his attention.

after sucking enough to leave the both of you needy, you abandon his fingers entirely and lean down to kiss his bulge, his cock straining painfully against his jeans. "shit, baby this ain't right..." he mutters, fully knowing he has no intentions of stopping you.

"you're too young, y'know that? but you don't mind, do ya?" he feels you shake your head, resting your cheek against his clothed dick and looking up at him with heart eyes. "yeah, knew it from the second you walked up t'me" he shakes his head, chuckling lowly and running his fingers through your hair, palm resting on the side of your head like you're something precious, something innocent he can corrupt.

"you gotta thing for old men, hm?" you smile at that, the look on your face being an answer enough. you move to unbuckle his jeans, fumbling with the cold metal of his belt.

the second you get his flushed, leaking cock free, you're quick to give his pretty pink tip a few kitten licks, looking up at him to gauge his reaction, thirsting for his sweet talking.

"fuuuck," his grip on the steering wheel tightens until his knuckles go white. his jaw nearly goes slack as you sick his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue. "there ya' go, such a good girl" he praises, making your cunt clench around nothing. you squeeze your thighs together, whimpering around his cock.

you slowly work him into your mouth, but shane's an impatient man. tears brim your eyes when he bucks into your mouth suddenly, burying himself to the hilt. you slap his thigh when he forces himself down your throat, his hand gripping your hair. he chuckles at your weak protests. he knows you don't really want him to let up, he knows you must like being used like this with the way you're squirming on the leather of the bench seat.

he feels his balls tighten up with each bob of your head, the tears falling down your cheeks and glistening in the moonlight don't help him hold back either. he's trying his best to focus on the road, but that all goes to shit the second you fondle his sack, his iron grip in your hair pulling your head back as he cums.

he lets a loud groan slip from his lips as he shoots hot, white, sticky release in globs all over your face, swerving the truck just enough to make you squeal. "shit- sorry sweet girl" he pants, looking down to see his cum on your face. yeah, he seems real sorry. his dick springs right back up at that sight, and he moves to pull over the car. who knew a pretty little bird like you would be so easy to get into his hands?

"this ain't right..." he tells himself agaim as he puts the truck in park and climbs over you. of course, he could never let a sweet thing like you go to waste.

© mayhemi | all rights reserved.

not proofread ugh

[s4ngel]

♡ riley whines, whimpers & moans SO. LOUDLY.

♡ having quickies in the bathroom of a bar or whatever would be so difficult ‘cause of his issue. you’d resulted to always shoving ur panties in his mouth to keep him quiet.

♡ first time u two had sex he lasted like 20 seconds ‘cause u felt so good and hes literally never done this stuff before u (+hes Big . so u had to try and adjust to his size. so when u two had sex for the first time he Was only halfway inside of u.)

♡ needy pathetic service top. will probably get so embarrassed and flustered but will Do ANYTHING for You. probably.

♡ keeps the glasses on during sex cause he knows u like them but claims its so he can see ur body better (which isnt a lie)

♡ very. very awkwardly flirts.

♡ hes so BUILT and it genuinely got u like ???? cause how tf is this nerd like this ??? "…what.. what are you— why are you looking at me like that..?"

[br10klynbucky]

WHAT THE FUCK

[kevc]

[atticuswastaken]

We need to bring back [crush x reader] fics desperately

[yoonqiful]

namjoon & jungkook ♡ fake love at arirang world tour in goyang - day 3 cr. movewithsope

[dqrkhold]

Sometimes baby girl is just a 42 year old man who loves the peace sign

[sugarsupe-deactivated20260704]

if you look like this hmu

[stevenrogered]

I'm on your side.

[mydearava]

[firehart9]

Worlds hardest choice is whenever Dex is on screen having to choose if I admire his boobs or ass

[notgaybuckybarnes]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN 2.04 "Gloves Off"