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shane maguire and ddba!dex poindexter keeping a collection of polaroids taken of them fucking you
18+ mdni!!, penetration, creampie, implied masturbation, nudes, established relationship, gn!reader, nsfw under the cut
shane was looking around your room one day when he spotted the old polaroid camera you owned since you were a preteen. you loved to take photos with it and always took it on trips with him. for memories and keepsakes, you told him, reminders of all the good days you had. naturally, there was a whole set of photos of shane, mostly going about his dayâhunting, making breakfast, standing around like an assholeâand totally unaware that youâd pulled out your camera on him. he wasnât really into posing for photos.
your thighs dug into his hips as shane drove into you mercilessly, whimpering when he leaned his weight over you as your orgasm approached quickly. he was nearly there too. he supported himself on his forearm, hand coming up to cover your eyes. you let out a sharp whine, annoyed you wouldnât get to see him come. your mouth hung open when he started thrusting into the spot he knows makes you see stars.
you felt his dick twitch, heard his long and low groan as the first rope of his cum filled you before he quickly pulled out. you could hear the sloppy wet sound of shaneâs hand stroking himself through his high, painting the rest of his cum onto your chest and stomach. your mouth was fixed open, still heaving heavy from your orgasm. thatâs when you heard the distinct and familiar sound of a camera, your camera, to be exact. the one youâd like to take whenever you go out with shane and explore and take more pictures of him than any other pretty thing outside.
you find your voice, mumbling out, âwhatâre you doinâ?â
âjust making some memories, darlinâ, like you. got a hundred of these of me. only fair i get some of ya,â shane answers, the corner of his mouth lifts skyward in a smirk that makes you wanna slap him and kiss him stupid both at once.
you take a look once theyâve finished developing. the first one he took has your whole body in it, legs spread wide around him, but your eyes are covered by his large hand. your mouth is open dumbly, like youâve completely rendered yourself to the pleasure. trails of shaneâs cum are splattered onto your skin. heâd done it plenty of times, but youâd never seen it from this angle before. his softening cock rests along your messy hole, which is also covered in his cum. the other photo is much closer to your body. he had slipped the head of his cock inside you to push his cum back in. itâs still as insanely erotic as the last.
the photos he takes go into his wallet and donât ever leave them unless heâs out in his tent late at night or early in the morning, whenever heâs missing you and wants a little more than just memories, imagination, and his own damn hand in place of your warm body. of course, they donât even compare to the real deal, but boy do they sure help.
shaneâs collection grows quickly over a few months, and heâs started buying the refills himself because heâs taken so many. and eventually he has to start storing the pictures in a shoebox when they stopped all fitting into his wallet. the man has got himself a rotation of dirty photos of you now.
dex, on the other hand, is just a little more shy about taking these of you. because itâs you! you make him nervous because he cares so much, and he just misses you more than he can even bear while heâs away on his missions. but this shyness doesnât last when he realizes youâre into it just as much!! but also on the condition that you get some of your own material out of it.
the man is beefy and broad and big in the all the best ways!! ofc you want some pictures for when heâs far away and the only thing you have is your own hand to work with. well, youâd already amassed a vast collection of dex pictures during your relationship, but none below the beltâŠ
heâd keep the pictures of you in one of his many pockets, a perk of having a job that requires so much tactical wear. stakeouts often got boring, and even if he wasnât gonna fuck his own hand and pretend that it was you, he still liked to slip out the photos he kept on him. it was a reminder that he had someone to return home to, that there was something worth all this trouble waiting for him back home, who missed him just as much.
the pictures are mostly faceless and pov shots. in one dex had taken, he had you on your stomach on the bed, his dick buried deep inside you, despite the overstimulation. his hand was splayed against the center of your back, your spine arched with need. your ass was covered in one of his loads, dripping down to your asshole. another picture he took was by his window, your ass resting off the windowsill as he plowed into you. your arms held onto his shoulders for support.
there was one youâd taken of him, of his head between your thighs, your legs resting over his shoulders as his mouth gave you one of the best orgasms of your life. you held up the camera, trying not to buck your hips too much or else the picture might turn out blurry.
âdex, smile,â you teased, not expecting him to smirk with his mouth still on you, his warm brown eyes flirting with the camera lens.
you laughed, plucking the photo out of the slot, tossing it face down onto the corner of your bedside table. you took another similar one, but this time with one of your hands grabbing hold of his dark blond hair, pressing him down between your thighs almost suffocatingly.
accidentally calling mark daddy and he just freezes up. obviously hes never been called that before... blinking as he processes it before speaking:
"huh, hm. how about you say that again? just one more time," and hes smirking like an idiot. âi just want to get used to it, you know?â
suddenly ur a mess again and the only words spilling out of ur mouth is just "daddydaddydaddy" as hes pushing his cock deeeeeeppp inside of you,, "thatâs it, sweetheart. i know." sighing as he wraps an arm around your waist.
thinking about watching ur (favourite) prisioner, đđđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđđđđ â jerk off while you're on duty.
he had entered the correctional facility relatively recently after a disgusting and expensive trial that left him sentenced for a couple of months. murdering foggy nelson condemned him to remain in orange jumpsuits and wear a tired decoy on his face all day and night.
he didn't speak, nor make a gesture. a single exception was that one fucking predatory smile he sometimes aimed at you in the hallway lunch line. it sent sudden ahivers down your spine.
now, you sit bathed in the dim light of the security monitors in the room. you were in charge to look out specially at benjamin's cell, all by yourself. you could see his every move perfectly: how he paced back and forth between those four walls, how he glanced at the security camera and how that wicked smile returned. gosh, what was his damn problem?
his gaze pierces the cam, cutting straight the grainy static of the feed and pinning you to your chair.
and that's when his hand began to move down towards his crotch, leaning his head against one of the walls that offered a perfect view of the camera lens. he started slowly, barely squeezing the base of his cock with his right hand, moving up and down and sighing softlyâhis eyes still fixed on the flickering lens, knowing you were watching.
your throat goes dry, silence filling the security room. you should hit the klaxon, you should call someone to help you manage this, you should log an infraction on himâyet your hand is frozen mid-air over the console.
benjamin starts to fist his now leaking cock, pace quickens a bit becoming more aggressive with it. benjamin then walks over and leans closer to the cell, breathing visibily heavier and faster, chest pumping.
he mouths something inaudible at the camera, you can't hear him through the mutted feed monitor but the shape of his crooked lips is unmistakable as hell. a taunt, a fucking taunt. even though he couldn't see your face, he was determined to keep playing with your patience.
the flickering light catches his orgasm perfectly, highlighting that same smile appearing on the corner of his lips. a sharp, visible exhale leaves his lips, his body goes rigid for a long moment before finally slumping back against the cold wall, his hand falling away.
he straightens his jumpsuit, feeling cocky and unhurried by doing it, stepping away from the wall until his face can be visible on the entire monitor.
ben's hand brushed against his cock again, then raised it and pointed his index finger at the camera, laughing maniacally until the other prisoners silenced him.
Dadbf!Matt and dadbf!dex sharing you is so goodđ but also consider them cuckholding each other with you. Calling out for your daddy who's tied up and forced to watch as the other fucks you into the mattress
imagine matt tied up, cant see but can hear everything. your heartbeat, his heartbeat, the sounds of skin against skin so loud. he wouldnt be able to keep himself together :( esp if you called out for him, being cut off by dex clamping a hand over your mouth. i love my dads ><
SIDE NOTE: so I lowkey have never written fanfiction before so my bad if my layout is ass iâll fix it sooner or later but HAPPY READING AND PLEASE GIVE ME TIPS đ«°đœđ also, apparently i donât know how to write smut properly sooo.. eat up!! đâșïž
tags: smut, p in v unprotected (wrap it before you tap it), mean!buck (only a little), daddy kink, dom!buck, set right after that one scene in episode 7 (rip evil mattfoggy), lmk if I missed anything!!
Buck Cashman is a simple man, really. All he wants is loyalty, orders to follow, and a pretty girl in his lap. And you? You seem to be just enough for him.
Buck barges in through the front door, sweaty and tired from work. Immediately, being the best girlfriend to ever girlfriend, you ask him what happened.
âOh, Buck, are you okay? You look soââ
âIâm fine. I just need some quiet. Itâs been a long day.â
His tone, of course, hurts your feelings a little. You didnât do anything wrong, did you?
He hops in the shower, letting the water run down his face and body as he attempts to cool off. Afterward, he pulls on his suit and whatnot so he can get back to workâbut not before walking into the living room, where he glances at you curled up, watching some chick flick from the 2000s, Yetâ Something is different today.
You arenât laughing at the crappy jokes, or the stupid camera angles. You just stare, and itâs heartbreaking to watch. Immediately, Buck sits next to you on the couch and kisses your head.
âDarling, Iâm sorry. I was a tad upsetânot at you. Never at you,â he says.
âItâs fine, BuckâŠâ
âItâs not. Let me make it up to you before I leave, please, sweetheart. I just want to make you feel goodâŠâ he says, using that sweet tone he has when heâs trying to get his way.
Before you can protest, he kisses you hard and shuts you up immediately.
âMhmâ Iâm still mad at youââ
âBe as mad as you want. Just lie back and take it like a good girl.â
He pushes you back onto the couch, pulls your underwear off easily since you arenât wearing pants, and flips you onto your stomach, pressing your face down. Undoing his belt with one hand, he ties your hands back with his tie. He pushes his pants down just enough, then strokes himself once before positioning.
âCareful, darling. Breathe in for me, yeah?â
Now, Buck Cashman is very⊠well-endowed, and a very self-aware man. He knows heâs big, and he knows you love it.
He starts to push in, hearing you moan as he only gets harder with every inch.
âFuckinâ hell, youâre tighter than last timeâŠâ
He groans, pushing all the way in. You whine, and he pushes in deeper.
âAhâah! Buck, pleaseâŠâ
âPlease what, sweetheart? You want something, you have to beg like a good girl. Can you do that for me?â
âMhmâyes! Please, daddyâpleaseâŠâ
He doesnât slow downâif anything, he gets rougher with it, his grip tightening in your hair as he pulls your head back just enough to hear every sound you make.
âYeah⊠thatâs it,â he mutters, voice low, almost a warning. âThatâs what I want to hear, Let daddy hear.â
You can barely think, barely form words, your hands useless behind your back as he keeps you exactly where he wants you.
âYou were so quiet earlier,â he goes on, breath hot against your ear. âLook at you now⊠canât even stay quiet for me.â
A shaky sound leaves you, and he hums like heâs pleased with himself.
âThought you were still mad at me?â he teases, his grip tightening just slightly. âDoesnât sound like it.â
âIâI amâŠâ you try, but it comes out weak, breathless.
He lets out a low laugh, not believing you for a second.
âYeah?â he says. âThen why are you melting like this, sweetheart?â
His hand presses against your back, keeping you down, keeping you still as he controls the paceânever too fast, never too slow. Just enough to keep you right on the edge of everything.
âSay it again,â he orders softly. âSay youâre mad.â
ââŠIâm mad,â you manage, though it doesnât sound convincing even to you.
âMm.â he hums. âWrong answer, darling.â
His tone shifts, just a littleâstill firm, but quieter now, closer.
âYou know I didnât mean it,â he murmurs. âI donât take things out on you. Not like that.â
Thereâs a pause, just long enough to make your chest tighten.
âYouâre mine. I take care of whatâs mine.â
The words settle heavyâpossessive, but not careless.
His hand slides up your spine again, slower this time, grounding.
âAnd you?â he adds, almost teasing again. âYouâre going to listen when I tell you something, right?â
You nod quickly, breath catching.
âUse your words.â
ââŠYes.â
âYes what?â
âYes, Daddy..â
âGood girl.â
This time, when he moves again, itâs more controlledâless frantic, more deliberate, like heâs proving a point instead of just chasing the feeling.
âThatâs better,â he murmurs. âSee how easy that is?â
He leans down, pressing a slow kiss against your shoulder, a sharp contrast to the way heâs holding you in place.
âDonât go quiet on me again,â he adds, softer nowâbut still not a request. âI donât like it.â
You wonât.
Not after this.
He slides out of you with gentle and tender care, pulling your panties back up and kissing your hip, As he pulls you to sit on his lap.
âYou were watching this?â he asks, glancing at the TV with mild disbelief.
âItâs comforting,â you mutter.
âItâs terrible,â he repliesâbut thereâs a hint of a smile in it.
âI like it.â
âIf you like it, I suppose I do as well.â he says with a chuckle, kissing your shoulder.
â..I love you.â
âI love you too, sweetheart.â
After a beat, you decide to ask the million dollar question.
