gun to my head, i'd suck it

🔞

[navybrat817]

Happy Moanday, lovlies.

Just thinking about Bullseye coming home or breaking into your place and waiting patiently for you to get out of the shower.

Just to impatiently fuck you in front of the bathroom mirror and make you watch while he's still wearing his mask and-

[imsarawoods]

benjamin poindexter who doesn't know how to ask for affection.

it’s not as if he’s never felt that burning sensation on his skin, spreading fire through his chest and making the nape of his neck tingle when he sees you. whether it’s when he spots you in a sea of people on his way home from work, when you’re sitting next to him when he's at the gym or when you’re chatting about your day whilst you’re trying to brush your teeth, his body recognises you as you. he never had to make an effort to learn it; it’s second nature to him to see you as part of his destiny—something as simple as being born, growing up, finding you, loving you and dying before you do. that was the cycle of his life, and he knew it.

you are such an overwhelming feeling that just thinking about it makes his chest tighten. when he’s with you, he doesn’t know if his blood is still red or if it’s turned to water, and flowers have blossomed in his lungs and heart. that ambiguous, strange feeling – you – was what kept him from thoughts of suicide and from taking such dangerous risks, in case the day came when you needed a kidney or someone to make you laugh. that feeling… the name of which eluded him, but which he felt in every fibre of his being.

so, yeah, he's akward enough to restrain his own hands when it comes to you. dex thinks it's stupid for a grown man like him to ask for something so…childish like cuddles and kisses. what is he? a five year old? he rarely remembers hugs and kisses from his own mum, he doesn't need it. it's not like he'll die without it.

he'll just wait for you to initiate, like you always (have to) do.

except that you aren't quite a clingy person either. yes, you take his arm when you’re out in public, and sometimes you kiss him on the cheek when a little voice in your head tells you you’ve been in your own space for too long. you both know that when you get into bed there’s a break where, as you switch off the lights, your hands mingle with each other’s, but that’s it. your way of showing affection wasn’t to be right next to each other at every moment of the day, and you’re killing him. why don’t you rest your head on his shoulder when you sit next to him? why does he have to follow you if you move to another room?

like now, when you’ve got your glasses on and your hair’s all frizzy from spending too long poring over the invoices, too lost in thought to notice that dex has come into the open-plan office and been standing there watching you for a good ten minutes, waiting for you to do something. you’d just got home from work and, after kissing him and complaining about your aching feet, taking a shower and putting on your pyjamas, and telling him you had an excel spreadsheet to finish… you’d drifted off again. you were too far away from him.

he's been debating the whole time if he should just ask you for a kiss, but his feet and mouth refused to cooperate with him, leaving him hanging there to stare at you.

"hey, baby. did you need anything?" you ask, finally noticing him as you wonder how long he's been there. must've been a while.

dex shook his head instinctively, but his lips formed a thin line and his face held a displeased look.

luckily for him, you could read him like a book now. it wasn't easy since it didn't come with some sort of manual or tutorial, but it was definitely worth it since you knew that this meant he wanted a kiss from you.

"do you want a kiss?" you ask again, looking up at him expectantly.

god, you don't think you've seen anyone nod that fast.

[onlineqtgirl]

i love perverted stalker obsessed panty sniffing dex like yes be so enamored by reader that you shamelessly steal her favorite pair of panties, yes wrap her lacey underwear around your erection and jerk off, yes breathe in her scent and roll your eyes to the back of your head!!!

[holeinthemattress]

may i hear about shane getting slapped across the face during sex 👀👀 how he would react?

oh anon, yes you may. you’ve opened a can of worms with this one. have you been poking around my brain? i’d love to write an entire fic dedicated to this so keep an eye out but i wanted to get this lil drabble out for you first! thank you for your ask, this was delicious!! ♡

He’s definitely stunned. Didn’t really think you had it in you. He’s pushing and pushing and pushing and he should’ve expected that you’d snap but he didn’t quite anticipate this.

On the other hand, he’s immediately into it and grinning like a fool, dick jumping at the fact that you’re not above hurting him to get what you want. Just like he taught you. He’s proud, in that sick way of his.

You’re riding him, lip caught between your teeth and eyes closed as you try to focus on the sensation of him plunging in and out of you.

The pros and cons of being with Shane are ironically both his mouth and right now, he won’t stop running it.

“Fuck, baby. Take that fuckin’ dick.”

“Shane.”

“Pussy was fuckin’ made for me.”

“Shane.”

“Yeah, just like that. Love it when you say my name.” He’s lost in the feeling of your cunt around his dick, eyes focused on where the two of you connect. He’s either not hearing you or completely ignoring you and you’re not sure which makes you angrier.

“Shut up.” You grit out, focus fading and hips faltering.

Shane smirks at that, eyes leaving your weeping pussy to meet your gaze with a smugness that has your blood boiling.” What’s the matter, baby? Can’t keep up?”

The crack echos through the room and Shane’s head is snapping to the side with the force of your hit.

He keeps his head turned, staring into the darkness and breathing heavily. You’re starting to get a little nervous as the time goes on but he slowly turns back to you, a grin growing on his face.

“Do it again.” He murmurs, the grin turning into a satisfied smirk as he watches the gears in your head turn.

You oblige, the fact that he’s asking for it has a heat pooling low in your stomach, and he groans like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever experienced. You feel his dick twitch inside of you and he’s grabbing your hips harshly to buck up into your cunt.

“Harder.”

[br10klynbucky]

shane would have you with thighs sprawled out under him, pressing the head of his thick cock into your entrance. "easy, easy-shh.. you can take just the tip yeah?" he grunts, breathing hard as he can feel how stretched out you are with only the tip of his cock. "fuck, baby. c'mon girl one more inch." he mutters as he presses an inch deeper into your stretched pussy. "yeaahh, that's it. good girl. my good girl."

[bullseyelover]

behold. my bullseye autism creatures

[tanya-is-dead]

oh to be able to irritate Dex every time you have a chance. pull his belt out of the loops before he is about to leave for work or kiss him in the car and make him hard right before you are about to go shopping so he has to wait until his boner is gone and he gives you that annoyed look. “what? just a kiss” and you look at him all serious and confused, trying to hide a smile, like you didn’t just push your tongue in his mouth on purpose.

[poinandshoot]

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT — corruption, age gap, reader is in her late 20s, violence, reader kills an animal, smoking, alcohol, gun, outdoor sex, kyle turner is reader’s father (not implied... heh...)

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you’re a good girl

always careful. always following what your dad told you. sure, you’re curious. but you’ve never touched anything that could ruin you. cigarettes. alcohol. none of it. you never touched your dad’s weapons without permission. never snuck out to meet boys behind his back. never talked to strangers. you’ve always obeyed your dad.

he is strict. very strict. but you understand why. he cares about you.

he never had to worry about boys your age getting to you. he knows you’re not interested in them. besides, none of them could ever take proper care of you. you can do that yourself.

but really...

your dad doesn’t know everything about you. you are a curious girl.

he doesn’t know that every time he talks about that tough old man, that asshole of a human being, the one he hates with every fiber of his being,

it only makes you more curious.

shane maguire was everything your father warned you about. and yet… you couldn’t bring yourself to stay away from him. you really couldn’t.

that’s why you started talking to him behind your dad's back. that’s why you’d tell your dad you were meeting friends, when really, you were making your way to shane’s camp. that’s why, before you even realized it, you were tagging along with him on hunts. keeping him company where your father would never think to look.

you were a curious girl. shane loved that about you. he liked teaching you things. things your father never had.

like how to hold a gun.

standing behind you, he guided your hands around the pistol. his larger hands covered yours, adjusting your grip before sliding to straighten your posture. “shoulders back.”

you did as you were told. his chest brushed against your back as he leaned in, helping you line up the shot. a deer grazed quietly in the distance.

you frowned. “i feel bad.”

“i know.” his voice was low. “but pretty girls like you should know how to use one of these.” his thumb shifted slightly against your hand. “there’s plenty of bad men in the world.”

his breath skimmed your ear. “pull the trigger, sweetheart.”

you squeezed. the gunshot split through the trees. the deer dropped where it stood. you flinched from the recoil, but shane steadied you before you could stumble. your eyes stayed fixed on the deer.

without a word, shane took the pistol from your hands and unloaded it. his other hand settled on your waist. one gentle squeeze.

“atta girl.”

the words were quiet. almost effortless. yet they made your heart flutter all the same. a shy smile tugged at your lips.

gosh, you really love it whenever he praises you.

the line between curiosity and habit blurred so quietly you never noticed it disappearing. he taught you things your father never wanted you to learn. and every time you hesitated, he made it seem harmless.

he always promised he’d look after you. you believed him. after all… he’d never given you a reason not to.

he was an old man. he knew better than you.

“just a sip. i won’t tell.”

you took the bottle. your fingers brushed his. the beer was cold. bitter enough to make you wince. still, you took it. he smiled. then reached over to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. his eyes stayed on you. you looked back at the bottle. slowly, you raised it to your lips.

the smallest sip you could manage. bitterness bloomed across your tongue. your eyebrows pinched together as you quickly lowered it. shane laughed under his breath. his thumb swept across your chin, catching the drop of beer clinging there. before you could react, he pressed his thumb against your lips. you accepted it absentmindedly. sucking his thumb. your tongue brushed against his skin while you were still distracted by the taste of the alcohol.

“you’ll get used to it.” he squeezed your cheeks before taking the bottle from your hands and drinking from it himself. when he offered it back, he nudged the rim against your lips. you gladly took another sip. your eyes squeezed shut.

“it’s really bitter, shane.”

“i know.” a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “the first one’s always rough.”

you woke up inside shane’s tent. your phone was still back at home. you had left it there so your dad wouldn’t be able to track you.

your head pounded. you climbed out of the tent, only for your legs to give out beneath you. before you could fall, shane caught you. “easy, girl.” his arm settled around your waist as he guided you toward a nearby log.

“shane…” you rubbed your temple. “my head hurts.”

“i’ve got you.” and he did. he stayed with you until the pounding eased. make sure you drink enough water. wait until the smell of beer fades from your breath. he even helped get rid of the traces of himself lingering on your clothes before sending you home.

that day, your father worried about you so much. luckily, you were smart enough to come up with a convincing excuse.

you’d always hated the smell of cigarettes. but sitting beside shane somehow made the smell easier to tolerate. he glanced over. your eyes were fixed on the cigarette between his fingers.

“want some, bambi?” that amused little smirk rested on his lips. the same one your dad would’ve wanted to punch right off his face. you thought about it. then gave him a small nod. you were still unsure. but you trusted shane.

his free hand cupped your jaw, gently drawing you closer. he rested the cigarette between your lips.

“slow.”

you took your first drag. the smoke burned the moment it reached your lungs. you broke into a coughing fit. your forehead fell against his chest as another cough escaped you. shane laughed quietly. his hand rubbed slow circles over your back before two fingers tilted your chin back up. “you inhaled too much.”

he smirked, taking another drag from the cigarette. you watched him closely. curious.

he leaned in until your faces were only inches apart. his thumb tapped lightly against your bottom lip. you parted them without a word. tilting his head, he slowly exhaled the smoke into your mouth. “inhale.”

you listened.

he waited another second. “now blow.” the smoke drifted back into his face. he smiled.

the second time the two of you went to the lake together, you simply held your hand out. he looked at you for a moment before letting out an amused chuckle.

then he slipped a cigarette between your fingers. and lit it for you. after that, it became a habit. you started smoking.

it wasn’t so bad after all.

your father had been worrying more and more every time you came home.

“you’re coming home later and later.” his voice was firmer than usual. “you don’t answer my calls. you leave your phone at home. then you disappear for hours.”

you stood there quietly. “...i’m sorry.”

“don’t apologize just to make me feel better.” he rubbed a tired hand over his face before looking back at you. “tell me what’s going on.”

guilt twisted deep inside your chest. you walked over and wrapped your arms around him, resting your cheek against his shoulder. “nothing’s wrong.” your voice was barely above a whisper. “i’m just spending time with my friends.”

he sighed.

“...you know i’d never do anything to worry you.” you hugged him a little tighter. “i’m sorry.

you hated lying. you really did. yet every word left your mouth while a pack of cigarettes rested quietly inside your jacket pocket.

your dad would never think you’d do something like this. you were too good for that. too careful. too clean. he would never think you’d lie to him. your heart was far too soft.

your dad would never think that you’d be bent over a log with an old man abusing your cunt over and over again.

your head locked on his bicep. biting on it as you try to keep yourself quiet. your knees bruised and your skin all dirty. panties torn apart. crying from how good it feels.

you sobbed, mumbling words over and over again. your arms were grinding against the rough bark of the fallen tree and your knees were hurting from the dirt underneath. yet, everything felt good. hurts so good. he was fucking you too good. you’ve already come three times and he still won’t stop. legs shaking and cum leaking down your thighs.

“can’t keep up, baby?” he panted in your ear. smiling as he slammed deeper and deeper. loving how dumb you easily get on his cock. “all that good girl act and this is what you just wanted the whole time, huh?”

he let go of your head. unwrapping his arm from around your neck. he lets you have a rest before pulling your head back by the hair again. he twisted the strands and forced your head back until your spine arched. until you could see the treetops spinning above you.

he started moving. fast and deep.

each stroke dragged against every sensitive ridge inside you. you felt your own wetness coating him, heard the filthy suction sound every time he pulled out to the tip and slammed back in. it made your thighs quiver and your toes curl. your back against his chest. you could feel yourself getting closer again.

“harder, please- shane-” you gasped out. he did not let you finish. he just fucked you harder and harder until you couldn’t even make a sound from how good it feels. just mouth open and tears falling.

his hand left your hair, snaked around your front, and found your clit. he didn’t rub gently. of course he wouldn’t.

“fuck!” you managed to whine out as he smeared his thumb across it, grinding the hood back, pressing down hard enough to make you cry out. your hips tried to jerk away but his arm locked you in place.

"where you going, huh?" the mockery in his voice was thick enough to taste. “not so eager now that i’m giving you what you wanted?”

“i- fuck- i’m gonna-” you cried. your body stopped trying to escape him. you simply melted to how he was treating you.

“you’re what?” he fucked harder. his pelvis slapped against your ass with a wet crack each time. “you’re coming again? already? fuck, baby, you’re so easy.”

you nodded. “i’m cummi- shane- please- i’m gonna-” you couldn’t finish a sentence. your legs squeezing together as your walls clenched around him. then you felt it. you came all over his cock again.

he fucked you through it, each thrust sharper now, more punishing, because your oversensitive nerves screamed. you tried to push back again, tried to crawl forward, but his hand locked onto your hip and held.

then he stopped.

pulled out completely. for a breath, two. the air hit your soaked cunt, cold and sudden. you heard your own ragged breathing, the distant chirp of a bird, the rustle of leaves. your body trembled, waiting, expecting. then his hand gripped your hip again, and he drove back in without warning, burying himself to the hilt, making you scream.

“such a mess.” he was breathing so hard. his arm slid down your waist. he sucked and licked your neck harshly. giving you marks that will surely be so hard for you to cover. surely would get you in trouble.

purposely. aggressively.

you were so sensitive. and yet, he was still fucking you at the same pace. not caring if your legs were haking.

why would he stop? he had waited for this. you're his good girl.

[dottedbambi]

"his other hand settled on your waist. one gentle squeeze. “atta girl”"

*squirts like a fountain*

[bthls]

[beafond]

𝓗𝙄𝙎 𝓦𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ) benjamin poindexter x black cat!reader. scratching , reader has claws , mention of blood , unprotected sex :p that’s kinda it, other than sex obviously. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

Dex is everywhere—his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your throat, his cock buried so deep inside you that you can feel him pulsing with every ragged inhale. His hips roll into you with a rhythm that’s almost cruel, each thrust forcing a gasp from your lips, your back arching off the bed like you’re trying to escape—or maybe just take more.

“That feel good?” His voice is a low murmur, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hand slides from your waist to your thigh, hooking your leg over his hip. The angle changes, and fuck—his cock sinks even deeper, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and your claws itch to come out and play.

“Yeah,” you breathe, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. Your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking hard enough to make his scalp prickle, before they slide down to his back—broad, muscular, begging for it. His skin is slick with sweat, the perfect surface for your claws to dig in.

And then his free hand finds your clit.

His thumb is rough, calloused, and he doesn’t tease—he attacks. Circles, pressure, the perfect amount of friction to send sparks shooting through your nerves. Your body tenses, your breath hitching as pleasure coils tight in your gut. You’re so close, and the way he’s fucking you—hard, relentless, like he’s trying to brand you from the inside out—only makes it worse.

His thumb flicks, just right, and the dam breaks.

Your claws snap out, sharp and eager, and you rake them down his back without warning. The burn is immediate, searing lines of fire blooming across his skin. Dex hisses, his body jerking forward, his cock twitching inside you as the pain shoots straight to his dick. “Fuck—Jesus fuck—” His voice is a groan, half-pleasure, half-pain, and you can feel the way his cock hardens even more, like the burn is the best fucking aphrodisiac he’s ever had.

His hips stutter, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release. “Again,” he demands, his voice rough. “Do it again.” And you do, because you love the way his body reacts—the way his muscles tense under your nails, the way his breath hitches, the way his cock throbs inside you like it’s begging for more.

You drag your sharp nails down his back again, deeper this time, and Dex groans, his hips snapping forward as he bottoms out inside you. His tip nudges that spot, the one that makes your vision whiten and your body clench around him like a vice. You come hard, your claws digging in as your orgasm rips through you, your walls milking his cock as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

Dex isn’t far behind. His breath is ragged, his body trembling as he slams into you one last time, his release spilling inside you with a groan that sounds like it’s been torn from his throat. He collapses on top of you, his skin slick with sweat and a bit of blood, his cock still twitching as the aftershocks hit.

“Fuck,” he pants against your neck, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You ruin me.”

And you know he means it as a compliment.

© 𝕭𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐃. 2026 all rights reserved. Do not copy, repost, plagiarize, translate or feed any of my work into ai.

[tanya-is-dead]

fbi!dex and his first time asking you to sit on his face.

You are riding Dex, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Your hips moving back and forth, eyes locked on his, breathing heavy. His hands grabbing your thighs firmly. He looks up at you with all the love and tenderness in the world. “S-sit on my face” he mumbles, heart hammering in his chest. You stop rocking your hips, looking at him with wide eyes because usually he is not the one to suggest something new in bed. “You sure?” you whisper looking at him, trying to find any sign of regret but he nods, excitement and desire flashing behind his eyes. And you get off him, positioning yourself on his face. He holds your hips still with his strong hands, tongue working on your clit, sucking and licking. It feels so good you start riding his face, holding his hair tight. He can cum just from you saying yes to sit on his face but actually riding it melts his brain completely. His cock twitching from all the whimpers and soft whines coming from your mouth. The way you move your hips on his face and your tight grip on his hair makes him fuck the air. And then you reach behind to grab his cock, pumping it with your hand up and down and he just can’t hold it anymore. He grunts against your cunt and cums in your hand without warning. And he feels so ashamed and guilty and hates himself for finishing like that. “Sorry… It was just too much” he whispers covering his eyes with his hands when you get off him. And you just reassure him softly and lovingly “it’s okay, Dex. It’s okay” while peppering his face with kisses, letting him know that next time you’ll try it again.

[sweetheartforluvs]

dex making sure his north star knows to not test him, especially when he teaches her that he knows best.

warnings: smut, mdni, knife play, dub-con, knife handle fucking in a dark alley way, groping, dddne, scared!reader but becomes a freak for it when she realizes its dex, drunk!reader, established relationship, toxic!dex, dex in general

a/n: (pls note this was a drabble for fun this is def not proofread for anyone so this is prob really bleh)

it was an understatement that dex was utterly deranged to keep her with him as long as he could and will, he needed her the way he needed to do that one good deed. dex knew from the start she was naive enough to depend on dex, after all he treats her any way a girl could ask for, from doing everything she asked around the house, buying her whatever her heart desired and not to mention the sex was incredibly satisfying. But, he needed more, he wanted to live inside her skin, to crawl through every crevice of her body. There would be times where he would stay bottomed out inside of her after fucking her brains out, where their mixed juices would be a barrier between their sweaty skin. Dex would murmur into her hair everytime she had to leave the house to go out with her friends that she hasn't seen in forever, where they would complain that "y'know... you sure you think dex is healthy for you? you barely come out of the house, we wouldn't be surprised if he locks you up in there—oh gosh wait, does he?!"

He would persuade her into believing everyone is vile and terrifying in nature, that the people make the world a cruel place, that no place is better than the warmth and safety of his arms. He would always reassure her, "Y'know dex knows best f'you, baby, dont'cha?" He would beg you enough where he would cradle your face, beggin' you to not leave him all alone in the apartment. In order to emphasize his warnings, he would find you walking late at night after clubbing with a few friends of yours he always warned about, watching from a distance at night where he would creep up on you, in his bullseye disguise, something he's never let you seen that side of him (until now), and he would sneak behind you to only pull you into a dark alley way, clamping his thick hand on your screaming mouth. you dont really notice its your boyfriend with the fear running through your veins, beggin' the dark figure to please let you go. "Whats a pretty thing like you doin' so late out 'ere, huh? Waitin' for men like me to fuck your fuckin' brains out, yeah? Such a fuckin' slut." He would begin groping you, his hand finding your breast, "Look at that, just so still f'me, not even realizing it's your precious boyfriend, huh?" kneading the flesh so roughly your sure you would see bruises, and his words slowly settle in your drunken brain, "d-dex? please, m'scared, what's goin' on?" Dex finally shows some remorse, cooing softly into your ear, "its just me, baby, gotta show you a lesson that these streets are no good f'you, you can't be out here, you understand me, baby?" the dagger blade threatening the softness of your throat, you nod desparately. He turns you around, pinning you on your stomach against the bricked, dungy walls of the alley way as his front is grinding up at you. Your cheek pressed agaisnt the wall, as you start rutting your ass back at him, whining for him. "D-dex, please," His knife goes to your back, cutting open your little tight top as it falls to the ground, as he continues grinding his erection up your ass, almost trying to nestle between your asscheeks through your skirt.

He would drag the sharp end of the knife to your panties after harshly pulling down your skirt, slowly tearing the panties until it falls around your thighs. "C'mon, open up those pretty legs f'me," he would nudge the knife at your thigh, poking it enough where it would bring a sting of pain, "d-dex, i-i need you," your legs shakily open for him, parting them where he would drag the tip of his knife to your clothed mound, he could smell your arousal from behind you, and unbelievably his erection began throbbin' even more. "you gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy with m'dagger, baby?" you hesitantly nodded, just desperate to feel him, to feel him completely ruin you inside and out, and you let him do so. He dragged the tip of his dagger down the sides of your panties, the sound of fabric ripping between you as you became bare to him, in nothing but your bra. You could feel the hardness what seems to be the handle of the dagger nudging at your soaking entrance, where he slowly nudges it between your folds, always and precisely able to figure out where your clenching hole is without even looking at it from behind you. "that's a girl, c'mon, let me in," he panted, already close to coming in his own pants from ruining you like this. He slowly entered the wooden handle as you whined and writhe, gasping at the new sensation flooding your senses as he begins thrusting the handle in and out of you slowly until the entirety of the handle bottoms out in you. You could feel his lips almost feverishly attacking your neck, and he begins fucking the handle of his knife out of you, the sloppy sounds of the handle slapping agaisnt your skin as it painfully stretches you out as if its cock. You could feel his other hand coming around to rub harsh circles on your clit, the sensation overboarding your senses. You begin jerking your hips forward, needing more of him to go faster, "mmmh, more," where he would chuckle, "such a fuckin' slutty cunt for me, arent'cha?" Oh boy, did he begin going relentless on your sloppy cunt until you've came so many times until he pulled out of your clenching pussy, where he would truly impale you on his cock until you've begged him to stop. "You understand dex now, baby? You gonna be a good girl f'me and not be outside ever? What if it was someone else, huh? What would you do then, baby?" You kept nodding at his words, as he kept poundin' and thrustin' into you from behind, until you became a soaking fuckin' mess all form him.

[alpinebarnesworld]

[tanya-is-dead]

Shane Maguire thought. 18+

Shane forces you get down on your knees, pressing hard on your shoulders. Your hand palms his hard dick through his pants and he just pushes them away. “Hands off” he says looking down at you while he presses your face against his bulge, holding your hair tight. And as he pulls you back, fist tight in your hair, he unbuckles his belt with one hand and slaps your face with the end of his belt. One cheek and then the other, watching you with a smile on his face how you squint your eyes with each slap. And it only fuels him, making him even more hard in his pants when he sees how red your face gets as he slaps harder. “Smile, sweetheart” he says while another slap lands on your soft skin. And before you can even open your mouth to say anything, he forces it open, shoving his cock inside, fucking your throat while patting your flushed cheek.

[rottndeer]

FIRST TIME ━━╋━　 mdni .ᐟ dex being as gentle as he possibly can with you, soft sex, implied loss of virginity but like its not a big deal, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, cockwarming, clit play, messy makeout, praise, lwk nervous dex...

“just take your time yeah?”

dex lays back, staring up at you carefully, his dilated pupils filled half with worry, half with awe. you sat over him tense as ever and stuffed to the brim with his pulsing cock. you shiver squeezing him with your already tight cunt, hands balanced on his broad, solid chest, taking in the feel of his warm skin and just how full you felt.

dex wasn't exactly the most sexually active guy, he didn't fuck just anybody, so when you proposed the solution to your complete lack of experience it made sense. in your head at least...

he hisses softly, “i told you baby— we don't have to do this—”

“i know— i know—”, you pant out softly, whispering a little embarrassed, pouting out your bottom lip softly.

“but i really want to dex— c'mon please…”

he swallows, rolling his jaw while you felt his chest rise and fall as he took his time. dex could feel his cock twitch at your soft plea, watching the nerves on your face, the slight shake in your voice, making him tighten his grip around your hips. dex can't help but give into your need as you bit your lip giving him that sweet look with your tits pressed together for him, how could he refuse ?

“m’gonna go slow ‘kay?”, his voice is low and comforting in the dim room, eyes staring up at you like you were the centre of his world, and truly you were.

you nod, feeling him begin to lift you over his cock, moving you with ease, his big rough hands holding you by your waist as his muscles flexed. he tried to be gentle with you, watching your face scrunch up while he helped you ride him at that slow sensual pace.

“feels good?”

he offered a little smile, a faint quirk of his lips in that familiar smirk.

“uh huh— so— so good—”, you let out a breathy moan, running your hands on his torso and the smooth of his abs for balance all while he kept his steady pace. dex carried on, acting as if you were fine china, one wrong move and you'd crack under his touch. he focused on the feeling of your warm pussy, letting his hips thrust up into you gently, groaning as he held himself back from fucking you harder. his brow creasing with restraint on his focused face, he watched your lips, swollen from nervous chewing, your eyes darting over him, how your tits bounced slightly with his pacing, dex noticed everything about you. he was obsessed.

“mhm— that's it— taking me so well baby…”

he kept going and going as you felt your body tingling with pleasure and that tight feeling blooming inside your stomach. he watches your face, waiting carefully for the right time to move.

suddenly the tip of his thick cock hit a spongey spot deep inside you, making you gasp out and clutch at him, nails pressing into his tough skin.

“shit— m'sorry—”

worry fills him and he expects you to cry out, to ask him to stop but instead you arch into it, moaning out softly, all breathy and pretty sitting on top of him. he lets out a huff watching your hips bounce over his cock, trying to emulate the feeling.

“keep doing that— please—”, you whine, making him let out a breathy sigh of relief and a meek smile as he pumps you over his cock with a more steady pace.

dex loved this. watching you fall apart on top of him, crumbling so softly, so beautifully. all for him.

“so pretty like this…”

“look at you angel…”

hes muttering to himself, hypnotised by you and the sloppy connection where the base of his cock met your cunt and the lewd, wet sounds emanating from it. he feels every delicate flutter and squeeze of your cunt around his thick cock, he knows exactly where to aim, how hard and how much, he feels you getting closer and closer. dex knows you better then you know yourself. he can feel how close you are to your finish, the hot band pooling in your lower half about to snap.

another thrust, and another, the lewd noises getting louder between the two of you, he grunts pulling you closer. one of his big hands grabbing for your hair, tugging slightly, and suddenly his mouth is on yours swallowing your loud moans. his tongue is warm and he tastes like sweet coffee, dex nips at your lips, licking and kissing you in a mess of spit and want. while he sucks at your tongue his other hand gropes at your ass, kneading the plush curve of it while effortlessly moving you up and down the length of his cock.

to finish you off he drags the hand that was on your ass over your hip and between your legs, leaving the skin with burning hot trails of his touch. his thumb reaches for your clit, nudging its way down and pressing hard. sirens go off in your head, you practically see stars. dex feels your mouth hang open, half dumb and gasping out pleas for god knows what. he rubs a tight circle over your clit, pressing his face against your cheek before he found a solid pace, feeling your muscles twitch and force your legs to squeeze around him.

when you cum it's messy and sudden, you gasp out his name into his mouth, leaning forward into him. dex holds you tight against him, letting you shake softly into his skin while you screw your eyes tighter letting out little soft whimpers.

“that's it, just— fuck— let it happen—”

dex grunts softly, chasing his own finish. after glancing at your face, seeing the fucked out look gloss over your eyes he cant help cumming deep inside you, fucking you gently through your both your highs. he held you tight against him. he felt how your pussy creamed around his now limp cock with overwhelmingly warm pleasure.

the aftermath is warm and achy. he's stroking your skin gently, the side of your face then moving his palm to rub comforting circles into your back.

“did so good—”, he mumbles quietly, feeling you relax on top of him mumbling something shakily while your eyes flutter shut.

dex runs his long fingers through your hair watching you lay your head over his chest, spent and tired as ever. he lets you rest while he was still twitchy and spent inside of you.

“did so good f'me angel— so good—”, he mumbles tiredly feeling his own eyelids grow heavy.

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[poinandshoot]

front & back

dex and shane headcanons because i need them to go on a paris trip with me.

dex loves it from the front

— he loves to see all the pleasure written on your face. he wants to see how your mouth looks as you make those lewd noises, how you bite your bottom lip, and every time tears well up from how good he is making you feel. as well as how your eyes roll back every time he hits your sensitive spot.

— i repeat... watching you cry under him.

— eye contact.

— your tits are literally right on his face. he can just lean down and suck a nipple while still buried inside you, tongue flicking hard in time with his thrusts. or he’ll squeeze them, pinch until you yelp. he loves to watch them bounce with every slam.

— he loves to fold you in half. legs hooked over his shoulders, your knees near your ears. he’s hitting your g-spot with every stroke. no wasted movement.

— holding hands or pinning them above your head.

— he loves when you lock your legs around his waist to pull him deeper.

— when you try to squirm away from overstimulation, he presses your hips flat into the mattress and keeps pounding. his thumb finds your clit and rubs rough fast circles until you’re sobbing and clenching around him.

— nails digging on his back and scratching him!!

— make out or kisses all over your face while doing it.

shane loves it from the back

— first of all… face down, ass up.

— he could just pull your head back by the hair and arch your back for him. his other hand grips your hip, forcing you to take every inch.

— he can easily hit your g-spot because the curve of his cock aligns perfectly with the natural tilt of your pelvis.

— fucking you in headlock. he loves how you drool and bite down on his bicep.

— ass man. he loves the way it bounce against his pelvis. he could just slap and grab your ass. also spreading you open with his thumbs just to watch his cock disappear inside you. 😵‍💫

— prone bone pinning!!! he pushes you flat on your stomach, then lies on top of you, full weight pressing you into the mattress. you can’t move and can’t breathe deep. he slides his arms under your shoulders and grabs your tits, or wraps one arm around your neck and fucks you slowly, deeply, grinding while whispering the filthiest shit into your ears. no escape.

— wrists tied or held behind your back.

— shoves your face into the mattress or couch cushion and just destroys your hole from behind.

— mirror sex. making you watch yourself get slutted the fuck out!!! would also make you play with yourself while he fucks 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.. ;(