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masterlist

AO3

*all have mature themes. 18+ only. warnings are at beginning of fics*

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

The Interrogation (posted by 2nd account) Capture Poker Face Handle It Hate Late Night Pain

Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x F!Reader

How It Happens Pt. 1 Midnight Stranger Pt. 2 Hospitality Pt. 3 Shades of Blue Pt. 4 Imposter Pretty Little Liar

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Are there going to be chances to brainstorm with you next chapter (if there’s another part) that was so fun!

that was so fun!!! i love interacting with you guys, it's one of my fav things. so yes!!! i'm always open to hearing ideas, scenarios, or brainstorming.

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when are you going to be done with part 5?

it is in the works <3 i'm not sure. with work and stuff, i'm getting done maybe a paragraph a day.

i don't want to rush it! and this part is going to be very long. i promise it'll be done before the end of this month

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I feel like this clip from The Office summarizes how I feel about you (me checking your blog everytime i see that you posted) I'm still waiting to get rid of the parasocial feeling I have towards you, LMAO, pls don't make the cult

https://youtu.be/RejFdKRev_Q?si=DR5yOiop3MHVzmFn

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HAHAHA that clip is good <3

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i honestly agree with anon🦞! as controlling as dex can be, there's definitely a part of him that CRAVES control and NEEDS someone to take charge. as much as i love jealous, mean dom!dex this man is a HUGE sub and will immediately get on his knees if told by reader or matt, like hello! remember the prison scene and tunnel scene between matt and dex! man was loving the pain and punishment. he even didn’t hesitate to help out matt, he asked matt what HE wanted to do. let’s also not forget how freaking and pervy matt can be too! i would love if he also a bit of a dark side to him when it comes to reader but whatever you end up writing i’m here for it🙏

*lip bite emoji*

the one thing i enjoy about matt is how unrestrained he is with hurting dex. he pulls noises out of that man like no other. THE CHURCH PEW SCENE ??? DO YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT???

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Ohhhh, i have a question, what if reader never opened the door for matt at the first episode after getting her guts rearrange?

LMAO the 'after getting her guts rearranged' killed me.

he probably would have broken down her door, honestly. matt can hear through walls, and would have known she was in the house. would have heard her panicked heartbeat and thought something was wrong

and because of his state before finding her (worried and scared that Dex did find her and do something to her, probably more along the lines of violent somethings) he wouldn't have been cautious about social niceties, such as waiting for her to open the door for him.

he would have broken in, and....well....who knows from there. a fight would ensue? a scuffle perhaps? either matt was going to get in that house whether reader wanted him to or not

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heyyyy i loved midnight stranger sooo much (can't believe i stumbled on it ACCIDENTALY on ao3, might start believing in god) !!!!!!! I can't wait for chapter 5 (and beyond) and any other stuff you're working on <3

what!! that is so cool, i feel like it's harder to find fics you like on ao3. it was a sign ;)

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I have a request... boyfriend Dex catching you lying to him 😲 Of course, he’s not happy about it, so he starts playing mind games with you and it ends up turning into sex.

I love everything you write, I genuinely feel like I’m inside the fic. You deserve so much more recognition <3

ty for the request!!! hope i did this ask justice!! (srry it took so long!)

Pretty Little Liar

Pairing: Boyfriend!Dex x F!reader WC: 4.4k Warnings: 18+ guys, he's always going to be a stalker, so stalker warning, established relationship!dex, angst, fluff, dex is a clean freak, pathetic!dex, switch!dex, spanking, fingering, uhmmm s*x in the kitchen, PIV, unprotected, reader is called: dirty girl, a liar, amongst other things, dex gets called: ben, baby, good boy, this kind of has dom/sub aspects in it ? until dex switches. basically they're both freaked out ok? ok.

Dex could feel the curl of anger swirl in his chest. The tips of his ears burned with heat. His fingers tightened into fists at his sides, as he watched you flit around the kitchen in your shared apartment. One that he mainly paid for. He could count on single hand what you paid for, and that wasn't thought about with anger, it was thought about with pride. He wanted to provide for you. He was happy to. But not when you were lying to him. Not when he worked like a dog for you, only for you to be so careless with his heart. To be so careless to lie to him and not tell him the truth.

You turn with a small smile on your face, flour plastered to the front of your apron, hair up, messy. He would hate it on anyone else but you. He would hate the mess in the kitchen, hate the flour getting everywhere, because it was hard to clean up. He used to hate it, the messes you made, until he knew what came with the mess. The adoration, the care, the love. It almost made him forget how mad he was at you, with the small knowing smile on your face, flour brushed across your nose. How had you even gotten flour there? How were you not more careful? How could he feel his anger dipping, slipping away from him?

It was hard being angry at you, he found. You always seemed to weasel your way out of it, seemed to apologize so pretty for him, seemed to convince him it was never that big of deal, whatever it was. Especially if you got down on your knees and made a part of apology physical. He was head over heels for you, could you blame him?

The issue was, he was scorned. He was hurt and when he was hurt, his hurt turned to anger. It turned to rage. It turned into something he could hardly control. And here you were, his perfect girl, in the kitchen, seemingly oblivious to the bomb about to go off inside of him. Baking him fucking cookies in his kitchen. Barefoot and sweet and perfect. It made him even angrier for some reason. Like you really thought it wasn't that big of a deal to lie to him, and to think he'd never find out.

Your smile falters when he doesn't return yours. "You okay, Ben?" Your spatula is still poised in the air next you, sad and pathetic in a way that makes his jaw clench.

Ben. It was his name, the one that was reserved only for you. Everyone else called him Dex. Or Bullseye. Or Poindexter. You'd whisper that name in his ear when he was making you feel good, dripped in honey. He'd call you on the phone and you'd answer with a breathy, Hi, Benny. Anytime you'd address him it was with that name. The one that used to mean so little to him, meant the whole world to him now. Like you chose that name. Named him something yours entirely.

You take a small step towards him, his eyes flicking to the dirty spatula in your hand. You frown, glancing back at the mess on the counter.

"Are you upset about the mess, Benny?" You turn away from him, putting the spatula back in the bowl full of ingredients, "I promise I'll clean it up. I just wanted to make cookies for us later. You've had such a sweet tooth lately."

The last part is said with a knowing giggle that punches something in his stomach. How can you be so sweet and so mean to him? Tears spike in his eyes. Ones he can't blink away quickly enough before you're turning towards him again, wiping your hands on a towel.

You gasp, seeing how upset he is, almost dropping your towel as you go to him worriedly, "Ben! What's wrong?"

Your hands reach to him, flour still stuck to your skin, getting it all over him without care. He groans as your hands plaster to his chest, dirtying his shirt. Another thing he was going to have to reprimand you for. But he can't help his own hands going around your waist, like you were a magnet to him, unable to help himself from touching you as well.

You plaster to him, cooing and sickeningly sweet, almost crawling up him as you try to comfort him. But you don't even know what's wrong, you think he's just upset about the kitchen, about the mess you're making. It wouldn't have been the first time you two had a fight over how messy you were. You would just joke and say that's what happens when you're a human. You were a mess and made mistakes. He should try it sometimes.

Dex pushes your hands away from him fast, drawing the line there. You pout, but you're happy to see the tears in his eyes are no longer threatening to spill. "Ben baby, what's wrong?"

His eyes trail your face, wondering if you really don't know as to why he's upset. He feels dejected when you don't seem to understand. How could you not notice every little detail of him, the way he does with you? Was it so hard? Did you not love him as much as he loves you? You really think it's just the kitchen he's mad about?

He feels those feelings of hurt rise up his throat, a lump forming that he can't swallow away. You notice the look on his face and fall back from him a bit, upset that he's upset and won't tell you why.

"Ben. You have to communicate with me, I can't read your mind." You're gentle with this sentence, understanding how hard it is for him sometimes, but also frustrated. It was hard when things weren't good between the two of you, because of his past, because of the way he was. It only mattered if he tried, and he did. He normally did. But when you had to coax it out of him like this, it was frustrating.

Instead of comforting him, or getting him to open up, the sentence does something inside of him. With bitterness laced in his tone, he almost sneers the sentence out to you, "Where were you last night?"

You blink, hands dropping from reaching out to him. "I told you I was at the store, I got all of this." You gesture to the kitchen counter.

"Did you go anywhere else?" His muscles feel tensed, coiled, like he's just about ready to unleash on you.

"No, I came straight home."

A lie, right to his face. It was the only thing holding him back, your reply. Whether or not you were going to lie right to him, again. His arm and hand snap out at you, his fist clenching around your throat and neck, tugging you harshly towards him. You let out a shrill, helpless against his strength as your feet tip you towards him, guided to him by his arm and hand around you like a leash and collar.

When you're pulled up right against his hard and unmoving body, he growls down lowly at you, "Try again."

You blink up at him with tears in your eyes, your dirty hands wrapped around his bare forearm, nails digging into his skin. "Ben," you let out weakly, and it makes his heart clench, his stomach dip.

He shouldn't like scaring you. He shouldn't like being rough with his perfect girl, but you were a liar. Liars didn't get Ben. They got Dex. They got Bullseye. His mouth twitches when he fights back sardonic smile.

He whips you around so fast, you're dizzy, heart racing as you're suddenly pressed up against the counter, back to him. He presses into you, keeping you caged as he yanks down your pants to your knees, exposing your underwear. You shiver under his hand when his finger trails against the hem, hooking under them to hike them up, almost giving you a wedgie to expose more of your ass.

Dex hardly thinks as he cracks a hand across your soft and sensitive skin, earning him a cry from your lips. It fills him with a sickening amount of satisfaction, his anger simmering just under the surface. He does it again, this time a little harder.

"Dex!" You shriek, squirming against the hard counter and his solid stature. He laughs, breathless. Good, you knew who he was to you right now. You didn't get Ben.

There's red prints blooming on your skin, and he fights back a groan. He liked punishing you. Just hated that you made him. You whimper a noise in the back of your throat that makes his cock throb in his pants. It makes him irritated, knowing that you still got to him, even when he was supposed to be mad at you for lying. It makes him spank you again, his hand cracking against your skin again.

Tears spill down your face, tracking in the flour left there. It makes the tears look more pronounced, contrasted deep. "Why are you doing this?" You cry, but he notices the press of your hips back towards him, like you're seeking him out.

Dex hums, his hand smoothing out the pain on your ass, rubbing gently on your inflamed skin. "Because you're lying to me." He states it so plain, so simply. He looks around the kitchen, noticing the mess on the counter in front of you. He knocks the bowl flour over, the contents spilling over and pluming in the air. "And because you made a mess."

You gasp at his response, your own type of anger swirling inside of you now. "You just made it worse!"

He chuffs a laugh and shifts, spanking the other side of your ass that he hadn't gotten to yet. You jolt with the sting, hissing out a breath. He hears it catch on the end, sees your thighs squeeze together.

"Are you enjoying this?" His tone is flat. He doesn't know whether he likes that you are or aren't. This was what he liked about you. He was never too much for you. You always liked what he had to offer. His cock presses against the seam of his pants and he bites back a groan as you shake your head profusely. Denying. And lying.

"You know," he spanks you again, "lying got you into this in the first place."

You jolt against his hand, barely holding back a moan. He tsks at you, angry.

"Do I have to find out for myself?"

You shake your head again, this time with a sense of urgency.

Maybe he liked when you lied.

Dex grips the waistband of your panties, shucking them down to meet your pants around your knees. He almost laughs when he sees how ruined they are, but he holds it back until his thick fingers meet your slick.

"You are enjoying this." His tone is filled with wonder, even when his actions and words carry a different meaning. He's teasing you, being condescending on purpose. You should feel ashamed that you lied to him, and that you're enjoying it.

His fingers come back with your incriminating evidence. He hums, like he can't truly believe what he's seeing. His wet fingers go to your mouth, and you don't even think before you're sucking it off his fingers, greedy for anything he'll give you. Your tongue swipes against your taste and his rough fingers, before your mouth envelopes the thick digits and you suck, a whine spilling out of you.

"Dirty girl." Dex mutters in awe, his clothed cock pressing against your ass, his hips slotting behind you. "Pussy getting all wet and needy when I spank you. This isn't supposed to be fun for you."

He reaches over you, grabbing that towel you'd forgotten all about. You release his fingers from your mouth and they go straight back to your dripping pussy from behind, teasing your entrance to gather more wetness before rubbing up against your clit. You don't even bother stopping yourself from grinding down into his fingers.

"Clean up." He commands you, tossing the towel down in front of you on the counter, his fingers still teasing your clit with his other hand. You seem to take a minute to gather yourself, as you tremble on his hand, hips taking accord of their own life, as you're unable to stop yourself from grinding against him.

Your hands grip the material of the towel, and you try to clean the counter up. You push the flour around and make an even bigger mess, quickly noticed by your boyfriend behind you.

"Keep doing a sloppy job, I won't let you come."

You do whine at that, as you make a mess of his fingers with yourself and make a mess of your life on the counter. You try again, the flour not sticking to the dry towel, pushing the powder into a pile on the counter. You think it's good enough, so you stop. He does too, his fingers stilling on your clit, your hips come to a pause on their grinding down on him. You pout.

"You can do better, baby."

Try again. He watches you with amusement. Likes how you really are trying, because he knows how fucked out you get the second he starts touching you, or starts giving you what you want and need. It wasn't supposed to be easy for you, it was supposed to be punishment.

You start over, really cleaning the counter as much as you can with what you have. You press the towel down, pushing the flour slowly so it doesn't plume in the air, you keep your breath shallow, taking in shaky low breaths to not disturb the air. He starts his torture on you again, and you start getting closer to the edge. He knows, of course he knows, with his years of practice. His fingers and hands never miss, especially when it comes to the bullseyes on your body. His rough hands and mouth always know the exact spot. You used to feel like a bug under a microscope when you first got together, and now it just makes you feel seen and loved in a way you've never felt before. Cherished, even. Your head tips back a bit, as you struggle to keep your compsure.

You look down at the mess in front of you, as good as you could get it. You whimper back a noise as you ask, "Is that good, Dex?"

"No. But you can come for your efforts." He bites out, his fingers picking up the pace and pressure on your clit, quickly enough that it makes you dizzy and makes you cry out.

It's not long after that, that you're squirming and bucking against him, cumming all over his hand. Your breaths and moans are filling the space in the air, hands scrambling against the counter, not even thinking about the flour you just cleaned up. You barely miss the pile of it, logic edging into your brain as you cream all over your boyfriend's hand and fingers.

Dex laughs behind you, watching you shatter. Watching you try to think and stop while you're cumming and writhing on his digits. He pulls his hand away, glistening with the essence of you. He dips his mouth down to clean some of it up, licking and sucking like you had done earlier as he lets you gather your bearings and catch your breath. He could be nice, even when he was mad at you.

You gasp on a breath, this one sounding like you've got enough air in your lungs before he wants to take it away. He grips your hips, guiding you back towards him, tugging the waistband of his own pants down, freeing his heavy and throbbing cock. The tip is flushed, precum pearling, as he fists his length, swiping the head through your wet pussy. You moan lowly, hips tilting up towards him, and he groans. You were always so eager to get him inside of you, even after all this time together. It made him dizzy. Made his heart clench, the anger almost squeezing out of him as he presses into your hot and welcoming entrance, watching you swallow him up. You always felt like the best part of home, always taking him so good. He used to have to really ease into you, when you first got together. But by now, he'd trained you to take him so well, it made tears spring in his eyes again. His hands squeeze your hips as he presses deep inside of you.

Hurt replaced his anger. It tore into him, especially now, when you were moaning and taking him. He loved you, how could you lie to him?

"Why you'd lie?" Dex whines before he can stop himself, easing his cock back slowly, dragging against your fluttering walls.

"What-" you gasp, not understanding.

He knew it'd be hard talking to you like this, but he couldn't stop.

"You went to the store. That was true." He simpers, watching his wet cock disappear back inside of you, moving nice and slow. Torturing the both of you at this point. "But then you went somewhere else."

He hears the click of you throat, like you're swallowing past a response. You stay silent.

"I was following you." He admits, something that the both of you had talked about. A lot. You used to be somewhat okay with it, until the argument of 'trust' got involved. He tried to tell you it wasn't about trust, it was about making sure you were okay. The world was a scary place, and he had to keep you safe from men just like him. But it was an unhealthy obsession for him, following you the way he used to. He'd hardly get anything done because he was so consumed by you.

"Dex!" You hiss out at him, trying to look at him from over your shoulder, biting back a moan as he drags his cock back again slowly stopping at just the tip of him, before he's pushing back into you. It makes your eyes cross.

"You can't be mad at me right now." He growls back at you, his hand cracking down on your ass again, the hurt swallowed up by a sudden wave of anger. His voice softens, "You're still lying regardless if I followed you. How can you lie to me like that?"

Your heart clenches at that, head dipping down in shame. He stills behind you, his hips flush against your ass. Swallowing a shaky breath, you start.

"I went to the store. And I...I wanted to get you something. So I went to another store. A sports store." You clarify, not wanting to tell him more. It was supposed to be a surprise. Anger filling you, now. He went behind your back, after you two came to an agreement and understanding on his stalking tendencies. If he was going back to stalking you...that meant he was lying to you, too. Just in a different round about way.

Dex's heart pounds, his cock throbbing deep inside you. He almost whines when you squirm up against him.

You take a furious and serious tone with him, sobering up from his words, his admission. Thinking just because you kept something from him, that it was okay that he was still stalking you. "Move, Dex." You push against him, pressing your ass into him more, his cock trapped inside you. He whimpers behind you, his hips rocking back into you.

It's like he can sense the change in you, in the air. The change in your tone. You're under him, and you're the one trapped against the counter, but you're in charge now. Knowing what you knew. How dare he be mad at you for lying when he was keeping his own little secret.

"How long, Dex?" You hiss out lowly, as his hips shallowly feed his cock back and forth into you.

"A-ah-" His voice dripping with honey filled pleasure, his tone taking on a hint of desperation, "A few months."

You laugh, breathless, before you demand, "More. Faster."

Dex is obedient immediately. It's what you liked about him. He was willing to bend, willing to be a dog under your leash when you were ready to take control. He liked it too, the push and pull. Sometimes he flipped a switch so quickly, though. But when you were mad at him like this? It was the best way to take your anger out on him. And he'd greedily take anything you had to offer.

His large hands grip either side of your hips, holding you steady as he starts to pound into you from behind. He can't keep his noises silent when he's like this. His own version of fucked out and going dumb with pleasure. You moan lowly in response, gaze going over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of him. He's staring down at where his cock gets swallowed up by you, eyebrows pinched together, sharp mouth parted in awe. The sight of him makes your pussy clamp down around him, your clit throb. You whine and move your gaze back to your own hands. They were too messy with the flour to use.

"Make me come, Dex." You sigh out.

Without a word, without a question, his hand snakes down the front of you, trailing down your stomach, your pubis, inbetween your thighs and finds the perfect spot on you. You sigh when he gets there, his fingers circling the aching knob just the way you like it. With his cock pistoning in and out of you, paired with his fingers, it makes you cry out, hands gripping the counter top.

"There?" He asks, breathless and insecure. He already knows, you know he does, but he's asking for reassurance. Wants to make sure he's doing good.

You hum and nod your head, not giving him exactly what he wants, but responding anyways. He whines but doesn't stop his assail on you. Your throat and mouth tumble out noises, moans, sighs, cries, that band of pleasure tightening and tightening. Your flooding walls contract around his thick cock and suddenly you're there.

Dex fucks you through it just how you'd trained him to, feeling your fluttering and contracting walls squeeze around him. He whimpers lowly as he holds himself back, easing up on his thrusts to not overstimulate you. He knows when to pull his hand away too, counting down the seconds in his mind from your peak to your leveling out. You gasp, heaving air into your lungs as you come back down, your own whine tumbling out of you.

"Good boy, Ben. Keep going. You're doing so good." You praise him, pushing your ass back against him to encourage him even further.

He makes a noise torn between devastation and ruin. He's a whimpering, simpering mess behind you, his cock hitting inside of you at the perfect for both of you. His hips smack up against your ass, making loud sharp smacks in the air, his hands coming back around your hips to tug you back to him, aiding his strokes. It was his name, his name and the praise you gave him that makes his desire intense, his mind blanking out before his cock is throbbing and pulsing inside you.

He pulls out and paints the backside of you, his hand coming around his cock to pump his cum onto your skin, marking your ass and thighs up. Hot tears spill down his face as he grits his teeth, watching his pearly white cum stain you. Normally, he’d cum in you but he didn’t feel deserving enough. And you hadn’t told him he could or not.

Waiting a couple breaths for him to settle down, you reach for the towel. It was covered in flour, but it was what was available in this moment. You hand it over to him. You don’t have to tell him what it’s for. He wipes his mess up off you, his touch gentle and loving. When he’s done, he spins you around and gathers you in his embrace, pressing you into him with a sigh. He kisses the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” he says, nuzzling into you with a whine, tears in his eyes again, “I’m sorry I’ve been stalking you again, but—”

You sigh and pull away from him briefly, fingers reaching up to cup his face. His eyes are brimmed with unshed tears. “Ben, it’s okay.” He looks so dejected. You pull away from him even when he protests.

Walking towards your bag, after hiking your underwear and pants back up to their respective places, you grab a small black box inside. You were surprised he hadn’t snooped more than he did, hadn’t stalked more than he did. You bring the item back over to him, handing it over.

He looks at you in question, sniffing. His emotions were always so intense for him, especially when it got to this point.

“Open it,” you tell him gently.

With another brief and curious look at you, he opens the box. His shoulders drop down and tears finally spill over his cheeks. You want to smile, but fight against it. He should feel bad for ruining his own surprise. But not this bad.

He pulls out a throwing knife, twirling it in his trained hand.

“This is why I lied about where I went. I got you a present, Ben. Sometimes keeping a secret isn’t the same as lying.” You explain, keeping that gentle and soft tone. You often forgot how different he was, given his background.

“Is stalking the same kind of secret?” He mutters, distracted. He’s entranced with the blades in the box.

This you do smile and laugh at. “No. But we’ll work on that, won’t we?”

Dex hums, leveling out emotionally, you can tell. His posture relaxes until his sharp eyes glide over the state of the kitchen. His fingers tense around the handle of a blade.

“Maybe after we clean your mess up.” He states.

You arch a brow, “My mess?”

“Yes. Your mess.”

It’s a challenge and you know it. Who would get to the other’s leash first? You smile, knowingly, and take a step towards the pile of flour on the counter. Your hand smacks down to the top of the pile, the movement spilling flour across the counter, the plume exploding in the air. Dex makes a sharp noise.

“Oops.” You giggle, white powder covering the front of you, the dust settling into Dex’s hair.

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I AM LOBSTER never felt so validated in my life, i am never leaving this fandom

waiting for the update! thank you for always answering my asks - 🦞

ALL HAIL LOBSTER!!!! 🦞

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I’ve been re-reading the ‘Midnight Stranger’ series and, obviously, Matt is the key to the current relationship between Reader and Dex; without Matt, Dex wouldn’t even have noticed Reader. The fact that she is dear to Matt only made Dex want to corrupt her for the sole purpose of annoying Matt, and trying to have what he has, though, there's actual attraction between Reader and Dex (this is nothing new; you’d already made that clear). What I am trying to say is that to further the plot, Matt has to appear one way or another in part five, not as a romantic interest but as a sexual partner. If the reader ends up having sex with Matt, I feel like it would be to satisfy her voyeuristic tendencies because she knows that Dex is watching/listening, not because she is attracted to Matt romantically or sexually.

As for Matt, that sexual encounter could be all about punishment: punishing Dex for going against his warnings, and punishing you for not listening to him, and him punishing himself for being attracted to you sexually (or maybe it's more about not him being able to keep a friendship strictly platonic because he can't keep friendships at all, thus, he mistakes his inner turmoil as attraction, like, when someone has been alone for a long time and mistakes a healthy friendship for a potential romantic relationship.)

Anyways, I imagined Dex kissing Matt right after Matt kisses you.

Am I rambling? Am I thinking too deep? I hope what I am saying makes sense because honestly, my brain is fried.

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hey so, i kept this in my inbox for a hot minute because i was going to wait to reply until i fleshed out part five a bit more BUT

i can't keep this beautiful ask to myself anymore. your analysis of this makes me feel so seen and heard like genuinely brought a tear to my eye ??? i love you, lobster ???

not only that, but the grasp you have on the character dynamics! i'm not even sure i was that aware of them, until you brought this to the table! like wow. i'm literally speechless over this ask and have been for days. <3

i was toeing the line with this scenario, i'm not going to reveal much so readers have an opportunity to see the next part with fresh eyes but let's just say this further solidified my thinking and composure on this next scenario.

....

THE KISSING HELLO???

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I dont see a threesome, but I do see like Matt and reader hooked up way before Dex arrive in scene, but they just decided to keep they relationship as friends

hmmm!! yeah!! maybe they have had something go on and dex finds out and gets even more possessive. maybe it escalates into something

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I feel like we have to make reader pretend to be having something going on with matt

Because while I think matt is hot- I dont think reader is into matt I mean the poor girl was horrified when she thought matt wanted to have sex with her

I dont think its the vibe between them -they are friends and matt is very weirded out by her relationship with /attraction for dex

Also it is really fun to brainstorm with you so thank you for letting us readers to that

it has been super fun brainstorming and talking with everyone!! you guys are my audience, and you see things that i don't necessarily as a writer.

if anything, i think matt will be SMUG and full of ego and pride when it comes to reader. he's got that kind of idiotic smooth confidence in the show, the type you don't really expect.

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Ok ok so no threesomes no chucking but a secret third option. Exhibitionismmmmm :)

Dex sets everything up to make it look like he’s kidnapped you and he will hurt you. Matt is rubbing around town freaking out desperate to find you. Finally tracks down what sounds like your voice moaning in pain (?) and Oh my! It’s you getting dicked DOWNNN. Being an Active and Enthusiastic Participant. Bouncing on it crrrrazy style. Doing that freaked out daredevil role play moaning shit like “Matt since when are you this big?” and “only Dex gets to come inside”

Dex making direct eye contact with Matt who’s clutching his pearls standing frozen in the doorway while you’re too fucked out to even notice him there.

Poor Matt is being held at gunpoint in an imaginary love triangle Dex is delusional enough to believe and you’re too horny and desperate to correct 😭

why did i not think of this as an option omg. yess

guys we're almost there, i can feeeeel it in my bones. i'm starting out part five as we speak, but i can tell this chapter is going going to take awhile to flesh out.

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matt is like the friend I worry about

that poor man needs friends 😭 -🦞

he seems like the type of guy to push people away and be upset that he doesn’t have friends ? like you did that stop acting sad

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oh my god you guys this just came to me. feel free to ignore but PLEAZE feel free to comment or go into my ask box and go crazy

WARNING: midnight stranger talk, putting under ‘read more’ in case you don’t want to spoil things for yourself if you haven’t read up to part 4

DEX MAKES READER HAVE SEX WITH MATT

not a threesome, not possessive, but i think a part of dex wants to be matt. we kind of saw this present itself in the last chapter. we know how he is about “north star” stuff. this could coincide with how his jealousy ties in with reader and matt.

IDK???? WHAT DO WE THINK ????

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Soo first of all thank you for writing midnight stranger for us. It is so much fun reading esch chapter and waiting for the next one.( seriously brightens up my day)

So to the matt question: i have to agree I dont think dex would be into sharing reader with matt

Maybe that me also not liking threesomes (not trying to yuck anybody's yum here) but I also think dex is wayyyy to possessive to even entertain the thought of a threesome

Atleast not actively what I can however imagine is matt making sure dex can hear him and reader fing to make him hear that he can do it "better" than dex...

I used to be such a matty girl and after this season I dont know what happened but bulleye bewitched me body and soul ( and that mf killed foggy- what is wrong with me?!?)

Anywaysss yeah these are my thoughts

let me just say — nothing is wrong with you — but also i laughed out loud LOUDLY when i read that part of your ask. only because i can RELATE. we obv have seen that i have a thing for masked men. so i started DD with the intentions of masked man yayy (then matt was was too sweet and i was like ugh no)

*CUE BULLSEYE* me: drooling

okay anyways i got off topic, back to your ask.

1. threesome points: i completely agree with you on everything there.

2. matt and reader doing it or dex thinks they’re doing it. i’m seeing this a lot, that majority of us (participants in these asks and talks) are a bit more partial to this scenario. i’m going to be brainstorming and thinking more on this rather than a threesome scenario, because it just makes wayyy more sense to me in this particular fic

MY MAIN THING IS:

DO WE WANT READER TO HAVE REAL STUFF WITH MATT OR PRETEND STUFF ???

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ngl I am not attracted to matt ✋🏻 what I could see happening is matt catching them on the act and staying because Dex orchestrated it to be that way (?) but I feel like this would be far too similar from what happened in pt 2

sincerely I wonder if dex will realize that nothing happened with matt 🙂‍↕️And I am also here thinking, what about love !!! Dex and reader need to make love at least once!!!!!!!

-🦞

BAHHHH i’m bad at love/fluff but i will TRYY for you 🫶

i’ve thought about dex “figuring” it out, but also i think he’s delusional. like if reader did say “i have literally never done anything with matt” he wouldn’t believe her ? ykno? almost like once he’s made up his mind about someone he can’t go back.

but on the flip side of that, i do think it’d be really fun to have dex learn nothing has happened and reader went along with it just so he’d be jealous and then him fucking her over it…like….that’d be fun