summary: after your apartment floods, you need a place to stay, and where better than with your boyfriend dex? but... his twin seems to have a newfound interest in his brother's girlfriend.
warnings: 18+, smut, dubcon, au crossover where shane and dex are twins, shane pretends to be dex to get in reader's pants, reader lowk wants to fuck both of them tho, shane maguire is an asshole, dex is pathetic, (no use of y/n, no physical descriptions of reader used but reader has female anatomy)
based off this meme 😭
It wasn't hard to tell the twins apart.
Dex was bulkier than Shane, slightly taller and had that signature scar on his cheek. Shane kept his beard trimmed but never fully shaved, and always had some smarmy look on his face.
It was even easier to tell them apart once they opened their mouths. Dex was polite. Confident, but never in a way that made you feel like he was talking down to you. Shane on the other hand, was direct, saying whatever was on his mind like it was physically painful to keep it in.
You'd been dating Dex for a little while now, yet you barely knew anything about him. You knew he lived with his twin brother, who he constantly badmouthed, to the point you started dreading having to meet him.
That day came sooner than expected. Your apartment flooded after some idiot on the upper floor forgot to stop running their bath. In exchange for cheap rent, your landlord had no sense of urgency, so you knew it would take over a month for the issue to get resolved. Staying at Dex's place was a last resort, really. You'd heard the horror stories of living with Shane, and you'd rather not have your first encounter be sharing a space with him.
"You just gotta shimmy the doorknob a little." Dex announced behind you, balancing three bags in one arm and four on the other. He insisted he could carry all your belongings in one trip, bragging about how all those hours in the gym weren't for nothing.
After a struggle with the door, the smell of Marlboro Reds hits your nose in an instant. You squinted at the almost near copy of your boyfriend lounging on the couch, smoking and drinking a beer at the same time.
You knew they were twins, but Shane looked older than Dex by a couple years, deep set wrinkles and gray hairs aging him. You only knew about Shane from what Dex told you. He was a wildlife management officer at some national park, but he got fired for serious misconduct and had nowhere to stay, so Dex let him live with him for the time being.
The man who you now knew was Shane grunted, very obviously checking you out before turning his attention back to the TV. "Shut the door, you're letting all the cold air in."
You looked around the apartment, slightly confused at how messy it was. There were half-empty beer cans and cigarette packs on the coffee table, a rifle and shotgun resting against the living room wall, and a pistol on the dining table.
When Dex came over to yours, he was always tidy, cleaning up after making you dinner and straightening out your furniture every chance he got. You now realise that he was making up for the lack of order at his own place.
"You wanna stop being an asshole and greet our guest?" Dex snatched the remote away from his brother, turning off the sports game and gesturing to you.
Shane flashes a grin, slowly looking you up and down before standing up with a sigh and outstretching a hand."If I knew your girlfriend was this pretty, I woulda asked to meet her sooner."
You fake a smile, taking his hand and introducing yourself. He holds the handshake a little too long, before finally sitting back down and taking the remote from Dex's hand.
You didn't realise the interaction was over, until Dex pulled you towards his room and shut the door behind him.
"I told you he was a handful," his gruff voice murmured, running a hand over his face. "If you don't wanna stay I get it. I can pay for a hotel or something-"
"No, Dex. It's fine, I've had my fair share of… roommates." You smile, holding his hand and massaging it with your fingers. "Besides, he doesn't seem that bad."
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"Hey." Shane's voice sounded from the fridge, and he stuck his head out to stare at Dex.He doesn't even acknowledge your presence. "We're out of mayo, and last I saw, your girl was making a sandwich with some."
"Watch it, princess. That costs more than you get paid a month." He'd say if you tripped over one of his rifles, which he never moved out of the way.
"Shoulda locked the door, then." After you have to scream at him to get out while you're in the middle of taking a shower, taking his sweet time to drink in the view.
So… maybe Shane was a bit of an asshole. You didn't exactly have another option though. Your landlord called, saying it wouldn't be another month until they could fix your apartment. You tried to convince Dex to let you pitch in on rent, or at least grocery bills, but he wouldn't budge. Shane on the other hand, called you a freeloader, despite being out of a job himself.
You were seriously thinking of taking up Dex's offer to stay at a hotel, at least then you'd have some peace and quiet. You're not sure if it was a coincidence or not, but the frequency of fights between him and Shane seemed to grow higher the longer you stayed. Most of them were over stupid things, too.
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Today, Shane's behaviour was no different, you might even say it was worse. Dex was out buying groceries, leaving you holed up in Dex's bedroom while Shane took up space in the living room. If Dex was out of the house, you never talked to Shane unless it was absolutely necessary.
Unfortunately, you were really thirsty and hadn't planned to stay in the room this long. You could hear Shane shout something at the TV, so you hoped if you went to the kitchen now, he'd be too distracted to bother you.
You creep out of your room, safely making it to the kitchen… until you hear that familiar grating voice.
He whips his head as soon as he hears the sound of the fridge opening, giving you a wink before looking back at the TV. "Get me a beer while you're at it."
You don't. Grabbing the pitcher from the fridge, you purposefully slam the door loudly. You expect him to get over it, but he seems to be in a good mood, so he pauses the TV.
"You deaf or somethin'? I said, get me a beer."
"You have fully functional arms and legs. Get it yourself, princess," you retort. You turn away from him, pouring yourself a glass of water when you hear his footsteps coming up behind you.
Before you can react, a warm presence hits your back, and two hands are caging you against the counter.
"What-"
"Y'know, I used to think Dex liked you because you were a goody little two shoes." you crane your head enough to see a shit-eating grin on his face, that punchable face. "But, the more I get to know you…"
He leans in and settles a hand on your hip, breath ghosting your ear. You're about to elbow him in the stomach, but before it connects, the front door opens.
Shane breaks away from you immediately, like he's had experience being walked in on. You catch a glimpse of him inspecting an empty milk carton.
"Market's busy today," Dex grumbles, giving you a kiss on the temple before shouldering his brother out of the way and setting the groceries on the counter.
"Ha… yeah," you mutter back, still processing what the hell just happened. Shane brushes past you, purposefully not looking your way as he disappears into his room.
"You wanna help me with dinner tonight?" Dex glances at you. You can tell he notices something's off, maybe chalking it up to Shane's usual antics, but he's staring at you now, waiting for a response.
"Oh, yeah. Sure."
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The dinner table is silent, besides the occasional scraping of forks and knives. Anyone could walk in and tell this was awkward, that there was something unspoken in the air.
You couldn't stop thinking about what Shane was about to say before you were interrupted, and part of you wished Dex hadn't walked in. It really didn't feel like the two were twins, even their presence felt completely different, and Shane's almost left you wanting more…
"Goddamn, y'all talk more when you're fucking," Shane grunts, stabbing his fork into the salad in the middle of the table, purposefully ignoring the tongs Dex neatly placed in the bowl.
You cough, staring down at your plate as you get ready to hear the familiar sound of your boyfriend scolding his brother.
"What, are you eavesdropping on us now?" Dex starts, you touch his hand, trying to calm him down but he's already gone off.
"Kinda hard not to when she moans so damn loud." Shane rudely points his fork at you, waving it around before sticking it in his mouth.
"Fucking perv," you mutter, loud enough that he could hear you. You're bracing yourself for a whirlwind of insults but Shane just scoffs, smirking at you from across the table.
"If it bothers you so damn much, maybe you should find a job and move out," Dex snaps, glaring at his twin before stuffing his mouth full of greens.
You feel someone kick at your leg under the table, probably by accident, so you tuck your feet under your chair.
"Oh, but then you'd miss me." Shane smiles, shifting in his seat a little.
"Wouldn't miss your shit laying around." Dex points at an offending gun on the TV console, his voice raising slightly.
You feel something slide up your leg and almost gasp, trying to pull back from the sudden sensation but a leg hooks around yours and keeps you still. Shane eyes you, a glint in his gaze, before looking back at Dex.
"You two stop having loud ass sex while I'm tryna sleep, then I'll think about cleaning up." You could tell this was the start of another argument, but both of them were still hiding their anger behind a smile, trying to get the upper hand.
You quickly realise the leg belongs to Shane, by the way he's moving in his chair and that fucking smirk on his face when you try to close your legs, nudging them apart with his foot. You can tell he's having a great time toying with you while Dex is too distracted to notice either of you playing footsy.
"If you hadn't gotten fired you wouldn't even be here in the first place." Dex barks. You realise now where these two get their wrinkles from.
"Not my fault they didn't believe me." Shane's foot is at your knee, slowly pushing your thighs apart.
"You still haven't told me why they got rid of you."
Before he can get his foot further between your thighs, you quickly stand up.
"I'll just… leave you guys to it," you mumble, taking your plate to the kitchen. You can feel Shane staring into the back of your head. As soon as you leave and go into the bedroom, the shouting match starts.
You decide to catch up on work (and distract yourself from Shane's recent behaviour), opening your laptop and checking your emails. It was easy to drown out the sound of Shane and Dex fighting, mostly because it just sounded like one guy talking to himself like a maniac. But for some reason, today's quarrel was particularly loud.
You hear the sound of the front door slamming and assume it's Shane leaving, he's never been one to close a door properly.
Just as you start typing up your report, your door opens. You know how Dex likes to watch you work, so you don't turn around, and let your silence serve as his answer to come inside.
You feel his hands reach your shoulders, calloused and rough. You figure the two got into it pretty bad, because Dex starts massaging you harder than usual. Dex was always good at massages, using his strength for something other than hard labour, and finding those perfect spots he knew you loved. You guessed he was doing this as a sort of apology for arguing in front of you, knowing how much you hated when he let Shane get to him.
You sigh, closing your eyes and sinking into your chair.
You hear him chuckle before placing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and then descending to your neck. You might be imagining things, but you felt more stubble than you were used to… maybe Dex forgot to shave this morning? Though, that seems out of character for him.
You feel his hands move down your body, getting bolder and sliding under your shirt and groping at your chest. You gasp, gripping one of his hands as he starts teasing your nipples with his fingers. You feel him smile against your neck, giving one breast a slap. You furrow your brows. Dex must be really frustrated today.
He starts sucking on your skin, leaving a trail of wet hickeys down your neck.Now that you notice it, he smells slightly off.
You open your eyes, relief washing over you for a short lived moment when you see his face. The longer you stare at it though, the clearer it becomes that Shane wasn't the one who slammed the front door when he left.
You yelp, quickly shoving him off you and spinning your chair around. "What the fuck?!"
Your distress is met with laughter, Shane's stupid fucking cackle when you give him the reaction he craves.
"You should see the look on your face right now, doll." He wipes a fake tear, before moving back into your space, that weird smell you now recognise as cigarettes. "But… you seemed like you were enjoying yourself there."
You shove at his shoulder, it barely shakes him, quickly standing up because you'd really rather him not be looming over you right now. "I would've been enjoying myself if you were actually my boyfriend." You glare at him, still having to look up at his stupid face because of how tall he was.
"Surely you noticed it was me, hm? You're a smart cookie." This is the quietest you've ever heard his voice. He's so close, it's almost like he's getting ready to kiss you.
"Get out." You lower your voice to match his, staring him right in the face.
"You're real bad at using your manners," he says your name in a way that gives you goosebumps, slowly dragging his eyes down your body. "C'mon, baby. Say please," he whispers, almost touching your nose with his.
"Please, get the fuck out." You take a shallow breath, trying and failing miserably at hiding how much he's affecting you right now. You're telling yourself he's only getting you this riled up because he looks and sounds like Dex, but a part of you knows that's not really the truth.
He hums after what feels like an hour of him staring at you, giving you a smile before turning and leaving.
You let out a shaky breath as soon as he's out of earshot. What the fuck is his problem? You knew he was the flirty type from the second you met him, and ever since then he's gotten bolder. You just hadn't noticed how much it had escalated until now.
This wasn't just flirting. He was toying with you, probably testing to see if you'd break and cheat on Dex. It didn't take a genius to know Shane liked playing mind games, and he liked winning even more.
buck as a boyfriend would be manipulative in a way that nobody would notice or suspect. he doesn't explicitly tell you what to do, instead he'll ask questions that make you question the people around you, guiding you to the decision he wants you to make.
"if i were you, i wouldn't take that, but it's your call."
he won't scold you with words or actions. over time you've learned what his expressions mean, a simple glance in your direction can make you straighten your posture or stop what you're doing. a raised eyebrow makes you blurt out an apology.
his love language is acts of service. since he's constantly got an eye on you, he almost immediately notices when you need help with something. without stopping what he's doing, he'll silently adjust your collar or unscrew a jar lid for you.
he'd absolutely talk you through it during sex, telling you what he's doing while he moves you or touches you.
"just gonna lift your hips up, darling."
he's so good at spotting when your mood shifts, stopping and asking if you're okay when you tense up, or continuing the same pace when you're about to cum. and you already know he's a service dom, prioritising your pleasure over his and eating you out until you're begging him to stop.
he'd be the type to tell half truths. you know he works for fisk as a bodyguard, and that he kills people. but he pretends he's ridden with guilt when he has to murder someone, and swears he only kills 'bad men'. if he comes home with visible wounds on his face, he lies and says it's not a big deal, hiding the fact that under his suit it's even worse.
because of his job, his schedule is pretty packed, so he makes use of his free time, arranging dates he knows you'll love and fucking you so hard you'll be sore for days. he makes you breakfast before he leaves, and sends you messages throughout the day.
coming home in 30 mins :)
traffic was terrible this morning. how did you sleep?
saw a stray cat and thought of you.
he'd have your location at all times, knowing there's a high chance you could be compromised because of his job. he'd teach you how to handle a gun, and pay for self defense lessons. when he's off on a mission, he hires someone to keep an eye on you and report back to him.
to everyone else, he seems cold and distant, but with you he's suprisingly soft. he'll melt into your arms after a long day at work, nuzzling his face in your chest and groaning while he lets his muscles relax. when he's tired but horny, he'll sit back and watch you ride him, occasionally groping your tits and muttering praise.
fbi!ben poindexter has this bad habit of referring to you as his. it comes off weird to outsiders, occasionally, because you obviously aren't an object to be owned; you know, though, he doesn't mean it like that. in his mind, it's an equivalent exchange—he's as much yours as you are his.
my girl, he introduces you to colleagues sometimes. my perfect baby, he breathes into the space between you at night, sweat-slicked chest pressed to yours. so good to me, for me. in the mornings, while cooking breakfast: my pretty girl sleep well? mine, mine, mine.
and then, other nights, he's begging you to say it back, pleading for you to acknowledge that he belongs to only you, pressing your hands to his neck 'til your fingers wrap around it and euphoria fills his veins and you lean down to kiss him and call him yours. when he's bored, maybe at the checkout queue in the grocery store, or waiting in his car at a red light, he presses kisses to each of your knuckles, murmuring something against them you never quite seem to catch—i'm yours. my benjamin poindexter, you say once, in passing, and he's always hated his name, but he's just so flustered, cheeks flushed the prettiest pink, and just this one time, just this once, he might be okay with it.
or he overhears you talking to your friends when he's working in the other room—he doesn't mean to, really, he's just attentive, a good boyfriend—and you say you don't know how you got so lucky; you don't deserve your beautiful boy, and his brain short-circuits, because how dare you say that first part, and what did you call him? you don't make the correlation, though, that night, when he's somehow even more devoted to you than usual, telling you how obsessed with you he is, his gorgeous, gorgeous girl. must be a little pent up, you think, but you don't know how wrong you are.
after the events of s3 you don't expect him to come home, of course not. who walks out of that?
your boyfriend, apparently. much stronger than the last time you saw him, twice as built—you don't know what to expect from ddba!dex. he's obviously different, because that shit back there changes you, and not always for the better, right?
and yes, he's still your boyfriend, whether you're single or dating someone or you have a ring on your finger—not that it matters much, because if there is someone, he'll take care of them before he comes back home to you. neither of you will have to worry about them anymore.
and you're his girl, after all; even if you're scared or horrified or disgusted by his actions, you'll find yourself completely uncaring by the end of the night, when he's holding you in a headlock, firm bicep pressing into your airway and his chest pushed up right against your back. you're in tears, overwhelmed by everything you're feeling, everything you know is wrong (he's an escaped convict, for heaven's sake), and his breathless words are low and urgent in your ear—who do you belong to, c'mon, say it, that's right, my good girl—
and maybe he's a little scared that you'll still leave him after this, maybe he's gone too far. but you're lying under him, boneless, and his arms are braced on either side of you, and you push yourself up on your elbows (with considerable effort) and say, if he's still really yours, won't he kiss you again? and he smiles the biggest he has in a while, because he knows he won—and with you, he always will.
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you're sitting on the edge of the bed, staring up at dex as he's rambling. begging for some kind of reassurance from you.
"please, baby- just tell me you won't leave me for him." he starts, trying to smile like it isn't eating away at him. "i'm so good to you, aren't i? i'm trying to be so good."
you've had these arguments before, so much that you aren't phased by dex's insecure spiralling. he lives in his head so much he doesn't realise reality isn't always what he believes it is.
suddenly he sinks to his knees, mumbling something under his breath. his hands cling to your skirt, holding the fabric like it's the rope saving you from falling.
"please. please, baby."
you shush him, running a hand through his hair while the other lifts his face so he has to look up at you.
"i won't leave you. i'm not going anywhere, dex."
as soon as you say that, a tear trickles down his face. then he breaks, sobbing into your lap and wetting your skirt.
"i love you. i love you so much, fuck-" he whimpers, kissing your thighs and moving his hands to your hips. "you can't leave. i won't let you." he mumbles against your skin, slipping his hands under your skirt as he kisses the newly exposed skin. "my girl."
"dex, what are you doing?" you gasp, his lips travelling further up your thighs.
he ignores you, spreading your legs and diving between them. "please, i just need this. love you so much. you said you won't leave me, baby."
you stifle a moan as he licks over your panties, not even bothering to pull them to the side as he starts eating you out.
"tastes so fucking perfect. i love you." his voice is muffled by your pussy, greedily lapping at your clit.
"dex, oh my god-" you whine, gripping his hair as you lift your legs over his shoulders.
he pushes your thighs against your chest, coaxing you to lay down as he climbs over you. "i know, baby. 'm gonna make you feel so good."
he sinks back down between your thighs, finally pulling down your panties and letting his tongue make contact with your folds.
summary: after your apartment floods, you need a place to stay, and where better than with your boyfriend dex? but... his twin seems to have a newfound interest in his brother's girlfriend.
warnings: 18+, smut, dubcon, cheating, au crossover where dex and shane are twin brothers, shane maguire is an asshole, dex is pathetic, shane pretends to be dex to get in reader's pants, reader lowkey wants to fuck both of them tho (no use of y/n, no physical descriptions of reader used but reader has female anatomy)
based off this meme 😭
It wasn't hard to tell the twins apart.
Dex was bulkier than Shane, slightly taller and had that signature scar on his cheek. Shane kept his beard trimmed but never fully shaved, and always had some smarmy look on his face.
It was even easier to tell them apart once they opened their mouths. Dex was polite. Confident, but never in a way that made you feel like he was talking down to you. Shane on the other hand, was direct, saying whatever was on his mind like it was physically painful to keep it in.
You'd been dating Dex for a little while now, yet you barely knew anything about him. You knew he lived with his twin brother, who he constantly badmouthed, to the point you started dreading having to meet him.
That day came sooner than expected. Your apartment flooded after some idiot on the upper floor forgot to stop running their bath. In exchange for cheap rent, your landlord had no sense of urgency, so you knew it would take over a month for the issue to get resolved. Staying at Dex's place was a last resort, really. You'd heard the horror stories of living with Shane, and you'd rather not have your first encounter be sharing a space with him.
"You just gotta shimmy the doorknob a little." Dex announced behind you, balancing three bags in one arm and four on the other. He insisted he could carry all your belongings in one trip, bragging about how all those hours in the gym weren't for nothing.
After a struggle with the door, the smell of Marlboro Reds hits your nose in an instant. You squinted at the almost near copy of your boyfriend lounging on the couch, smoking and drinking a beer at the same time.
You knew they were twins, but Shane looked older than Dex by a couple years, deep set wrinkles and gray hairs aging him. You only knew about Shane from what Dex told you. He was a wildlife management officer at some national park, but he got fired for serious misconduct and had nowhere to stay, so Dex let him live with him for the time being.
The man who you now knew was Shane grunted, very obviously checking you out before turning his attention back to the TV. "Shut the door, you're letting all the cold air in."
You looked around the apartment, slightly confused at how messy it was. There were half-empty beer cans and cigarette packs on the coffee table, a rifle and shotgun resting against the living room wall, and a pistol on the dining table.
When Dex came over to yours, he was always tidy, cleaning up after making you dinner and straightening out your furniture every chance he got. You now realise that he was making up for the lack of order at his own place.
"You wanna stop being an asshole and greet our guest?" Dex snatched the remote away from his brother, turning off the sports game and gesturing to you.
Shane flashes a grin, slowly looking you up and down before standing up with a sigh and outstretching a hand."If I knew your girlfriend was this pretty, I woulda asked to meet her sooner."
You fake a smile, taking his hand and introducing yourself. He holds the handshake a little too long, before finally sitting back down and taking the remote from Dex's hand.
You didn't realise the interaction was over, until Dex pulled you towards his room and shut the door behind him.
"I told you he was a handful," his gruff voice murmured, running a hand over his face. "If you don't wanna stay I get it. I can pay for a hotel or something-"
"No, Dex. It's fine, I've had my fair share of… roommates." You smile, holding his hand and massaging it with your fingers. "Besides, he doesn't seem that bad."
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"Hey." Shane's voice sounded from the fridge, and he stuck his head out to stare at Dex.He doesn't even acknowledge your presence. "We're out of mayo, and last I saw, your girl was making a sandwich with some."
"Watch it, princess. That costs more than you get paid a month." He'd say if you tripped over one of his rifles, which he never moved out of the way.
"Shoulda locked the door, then." After you have to scream at him to get out while you're in the middle of taking a shower, taking his sweet time to drink in the view.
So… maybe Shane was a bit of an asshole. You didn't exactly have another option though. Your landlord called, saying it wouldn't be another month until they could fix your apartment. You tried to convince Dex to let you pitch in on rent, or at least grocery bills, but he wouldn't budge. Shane on the other hand, called you a freeloader, despite being out of a job himself.
You were seriously thinking of taking up Dex's offer to stay at a hotel, at least then you'd have some peace and quiet. You're not sure if it was a coincidence or not, but the frequency of fights between him and Shane seemed to grow higher the longer you stayed. Most of them were over stupid things, too.
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Today, Shane's behaviour was no different, you might even say it was worse. Dex was out buying groceries, leaving you holed up in Dex's bedroom while Shane took up space in the living room. If Dex was out of the house, you never talked to Shane unless it was absolutely necessary.
Unfortunately, you were really thirsty and hadn't planned to stay in the room this long. You could hear Shane shout something at the TV, so you hoped if you went to the kitchen now, he'd be too distracted to bother you.
You creep out of your room, safely making it to the kitchen… until you hear that familiar grating voice.
He whips his head as soon as he hears the sound of the fridge opening, giving you a wink before looking back at the TV. "Get me a beer while you're at it."
You don't. Grabbing the pitcher from the fridge, you purposefully slam the door loudly. You expect him to get over it, but he seems to be in a good mood, so he pauses the TV.
"You deaf or somethin'? I said, get me a beer."
"You have fully functional arms and legs. Get it yourself, princess," you retort. You turn away from him, pouring yourself a glass of water when you hear his footsteps coming up behind you.
Before you can react, a warm presence hits your back, and two hands are caging you against the counter.
"What-"
"Y'know, I used to think Dex liked you because you were a goody little two shoes." you crane your head enough to see a shit-eating grin on his face, that punchable face. "But, the more I get to know you…"
He leans in and settles a hand on your hip, breath ghosting your ear. You're about to elbow him in the stomach, but before it connects, the front door opens.
Shane breaks away from you immediately, like he's had experience being walked in on. You catch a glimpse of him inspecting an empty milk carton.
"Market's busy today," Dex grumbles, giving you a kiss on the temple before shouldering his brother out of the way and setting the groceries on the counter.
"Ha… yeah," you mutter back, still processing what the hell just happened. Shane brushes past you, purposefully not looking your way as he disappears into his room.
"You wanna help me with dinner tonight?" Dex glances at you. You can tell he notices something's off, maybe chalking it up to Shane's usual antics, but he's staring at you now, waiting for a response.
"Oh, yeah. Sure."
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The dinner table is silent, besides the occasional scraping of forks and knives. Anyone could walk in and tell this was awkward, that there was something unspoken in the air.
You couldn't stop thinking about what Shane was about to say before you were interrupted, and part of you wished Dex hadn't walked in. It really didn't feel like the two were twins, even their presence felt completely different, and Shane's almost left you wanting more…
"Goddamn, y'all talk more when you're fucking," Shane grunts, stabbing his fork into the salad in the middle of the table, purposefully ignoring the tongs Dex neatly placed in the bowl.
You cough, staring down at your plate as you get ready to hear the familiar sound of your boyfriend scolding his brother.
"What, are you eavesdropping on us now?" Dex starts, you touch his hand, trying to calm him down but he's already gone off.
"Kinda hard not to when she moans so damn loud." Shane rudely points his fork at you, waving it around before sticking it in his mouth.
"Fucking perv," you mutter, loud enough that he could hear you. You're bracing yourself for a whirlwind of insults but Shane just scoffs, smirking at you from across the table.
"If it bothers you so damn much, maybe you should find a job and move out," Dex snaps, glaring at his twin before stuffing his mouth full of greens.
You feel someone kick at your leg under the table, probably by accident, so you tuck your feet under your chair.
"Oh, but then you'd miss me." Shane smiles, shifting in his seat a little.
"Wouldn't miss your shit laying around." Dex points at an offending gun on the TV console, his voice raising slightly.
You feel something slide up your leg and almost gasp, trying to pull back from the sudden sensation but a leg hooks around yours and keeps you still. Shane eyes you, a glint in his gaze, before looking back at Dex.
"You two stop having loud ass sex while I'm tryna sleep, then I'll think about cleaning up." You could tell this was the start of another argument, but both of them were still hiding their anger behind a smile, trying to get the upper hand.
You quickly realise the leg belongs to Shane, by the way he's moving in his chair and that fucking smirk on his face when you try to close your legs, nudging them apart with his foot. You can tell he's having a great time toying with you while Dex is too distracted to notice either of you playing footsy.
"If you hadn't gotten fired you wouldn't even be here in the first place." Dex barks. You realise now where these two get their wrinkles from.
"Not my fault they didn't believe me." Shane's foot is at your knee, slowly pushing your thighs apart.
"You still haven't told me why they got rid of you."
Before he can get his foot further between your thighs, you quickly stand up.
"I'll just… leave you guys to it," you mumble, taking your plate to the kitchen. You can feel Shane staring into the back of your head. As soon as you leave and go into the bedroom, the shouting match starts.
You decide to catch up on work (and distract yourself from Shane's recent behaviour), opening your laptop and checking your emails. It was easy to drown out the sound of Shane and Dex fighting, mostly because it just sounded like one guy talking to himself like a maniac. But for some reason, today's quarrel was particularly loud.
You hear the sound of the front door slamming and assume it's Shane leaving, he's never been one to close a door properly.
Just as you start typing up your report, your door opens. You know how Dex likes to watch you work, so you don't turn around, and let your silence serve as his answer to come inside.
You feel his hands reach your shoulders, calloused and rough. You figure the two got into it pretty bad, because Dex starts massaging you harder than usual. Dex was always good at massages, using his strength for something other than hard labour, and finding those perfect spots he knew you loved. You guessed he was doing this as a sort of apology for arguing in front of you, knowing how much you hated when he let Shane get to him.
You sigh, closing your eyes and sinking into your chair.
You hear him chuckle before placing a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and then descending to your neck. You might be imagining things, but you felt more stubble than you were used to… maybe Dex forgot to shave this morning? Though, that seems out of character for him.
You feel his hands move down your body, getting bolder and sliding under your shirt and groping at your chest. You gasp, gripping one of his hands as he starts teasing your nipples with his fingers. You feel him smile against your neck, giving one breast a slap. You furrow your brows. Dex must be really frustrated today.
He starts sucking on your skin, leaving a trail of wet hickeys down your neck.Now that you notice it, he smells slightly off.
You open your eyes, relief washing over you for a short lived moment when you see his face. The longer you stare at it though, the clearer it becomes that Shane wasn't the one who slammed the front door when he left.
You yelp, quickly shoving him off you and spinning your chair around. "What the fuck?!"
Your distress is met with laughter, Shane's stupid fucking cackle when you give him the reaction he craves.
"You should see the look on your face right now, doll." He wipes a fake tear, before moving back into your space, that weird smell you now recognise as cigarettes. "But… you seemed like you were enjoying yourself there."
You shove at his shoulder, it barely shakes him, quickly standing up because you'd really rather him not be looming over you right now. "I would've been enjoying myself if you were actually my boyfriend." You glare at him, still having to look up at his stupid face because of how tall he was.
"Surely you noticed it was me, hm? You're a smart cookie." This is the quietest you've ever heard his voice. He's so close, it's almost like he's getting ready to kiss you.
"Get out." You lower your voice to match his, staring him right in the face.
"You're real bad at using your manners," he says your name in a way that gives you goosebumps, slowly dragging his eyes down your body. "C'mon, baby. Say please," he whispers, almost touching your nose with his.
"Please, get the fuck out." You take a shallow breath, trying and failing miserably at hiding how much he's affecting you right now. You're telling yourself he's only getting you this riled up because he looks and sounds like Dex, but a part of you knows that's not really the truth.
He hums after what feels like an hour of him staring at you, giving you a smile before turning and leaving.
You let out a shaky breath as soon as he's out of earshot. What the fuck is his problem? You knew he was the flirty type from the second you met him, and ever since then he's gotten bolder. You just hadn't noticed how much it had escalated until now.
This wasn't just flirting. He was toying with you, probably testing to see if you'd break and cheat on Dex. It didn't take a genius to know Shane liked playing mind games, and he liked winning even more.
a/n: this is a multi chapter fic, maybe 2 or 3? chapters will probably come out slow, sorry :(
dex def the type to keep a picture of you or both of you in his wallet 🙂↕️🙂↕️
oh this is so cute i want to eat him.
you wouldn't even know at first. you had SO many selfies of you both on your phone. mirror selfies all dressed up on date night, morning pictures of you both on a run, or at a cafe, random bursts of you trying to get dex to pull a funny face but he can't stop looking at you. he would ask you to send him each one, but one had stuck out to him.
it had been one your sister begged to take of you both, visiting your family on christmas. it was a close up image, showing nothing below your shoulders. your sister, the overly sentimental woman, had cornered you both for a photo. and so you, to appease her, swung your arms around dex's neck and smushed your cheeks together.
and dex loved it.
your eyes were slightly squinted, and yet so full of life. your grin spread ear to ear, and he was looking down at you. the image burned into his mind, he even thanked your sister for sending it to him. the camera had captured exactly how he saw you, at your happiest, moments away from laughter. it was truly you in that picture, he just happened to be beside you.
so he printed it, stuffed the small bit of card into the face of his wallet, to look at all the time. on his walks, in the queue of a coffee shop, whilst you were out of town on a girls trip. it was better than trying to remember your face, or shoving his head into your closet to capture your scent.
you only noticed the picture when you'd both left for your coffee date, only getting to the stairwell outside your apartment before dex tapped his empty pocket.
"sweetheart, hold on. i left the punch card in my wallet." he would trail up the stairs to pass you, but you stopped him.
"i'll get it!" you exclaimed, unhooking the key from your belt loop. he left it in the same place every evening when he would get home, if it wasn't on his person, it was there. he had a strict routine with everything.
and when you had opened his wallet, to be sure the punch card was there, you had spotted the picture staring back at you. from christmas three years ago, the picture your sister didn't even send you. but somehow dex had received it instead. seeing it made your heart burn for him; your usually terrifyingly precise, domineering boyfriend was so sweet on you.
once you had relocked the door, you threw yourself into his arms as he stood a few steps below you.
"easy, girl." he chuckled, arms hooking under your ass to catch you.
"my dex, i love you." you giggled into the space of his neck. "my big, sappy boyfriend."
"sappy?" he pulled back to look at you, an amused smile on his face.
you said nothing, only opened his wallet to point at the picture of you both. the picture he'd been guarding for years. his cheeked tinged pink at your discovery, wanting to rip the wallet from your hands to hide in shame. but he loved you. he really did. and it would hurt to hide something that settled so deeply into his marrow.
a/n: in case you didn't know, i am absolutely obsessed with dex and his weirdo gf. i thought about how their respective personalities would make seeing them in the wild pretty weird :p
part one, part two
mdni, or do if you want, it's a free country, freak4freak, public sexual activity, alcohol consumption (a lot), fingering (f receiving)
you and dex walked down the street outside your apartment building virtually pressed up against one another. his hand rested in the back pocket of your jeans, discreetly groping you, while you walked with your a finger hooked through one of his belt loops.
to the untrained eye, this may look like a couple making their way to a local bar for a date night, but this was you and dex unsupervised and treating yourselves to some enrichment.
clearly, the rest of hell's kitchen had had the same idea. the building was practically bursting at the seams with people, the door was wide open as people stood just barely outside trying to get some air.
dex weaves through the herd and guides you to the bar with a hand on your lower back before ordering for you. two manhattans and two old fashioneds (one each), six tequila shots (four for you, two for him), and a pitcher of coors banquet.
the two of you sat on the same side of a booth in a shaded corner of the bar whilst you waited for your order with an abv that rivals a frat's kitchen, and he crowded you against the wall to your side.
your neck immediately flared up with a flaming heat that spread to your face as you turned to look at him. he was already looking at you, like always, with a stupid grin on his face. you grimaced slightly despite yourself.
"it's pretty loud in here." loud spaces had never quite been for you; your early adolescence never heard loud volumes unaccompanied by threat.
dex hums lowly and nods without taking his eyes off you. "yeah. it is." he watches your lips form a slightly deeper frown, as if you had only brought up the noise expecting him to kill everybody else in the bar. he simply slung one arm around your shoulders and raised the other to plant his hand on your chest. he could feel your heart hammering like a hummingbird before he slid it up to rest at the base of your neck.
"don't worry. i've got you." a waitress comes by just at this point, her brows furrowed in mild discomfort as she sets down the first out of three trays of drinks to come. dex doesn't seem to notice until you break away from his hold and reach for your first cocktail of the night.
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the bar has gotten ridiculously overpopulated as the night grew darker. only four of the eleven beverages you ordered remain and the distance between you and dex is a minuscule fraction of what it was before.
dex doesn't usually like to drink a lot—he doesn't feel too comfortable surrendering his awareness to a toxin—but he's willing to take a risk if it gets you like this.
you're feeling indefinitely more relaxed as you lean against him, trying to fuse your bodies together. dex is in a similar state: his eyes have a familiar sheen over them as he looks down at you. he presses feathery pecks to the top of your head and trails his lips down the side of your face before planting a sloppy and wet kiss to the corner of your mouth.
you giggle—uncharacteristically—against his face, willing him to continue.
your head becomes even lighter and it involuntarily buried itself in the crook of his neck. dex can feel your dopey smile widening against his skin, tickling him. he tilts his head marginally to whisper by your ear. "you like that, sweet thing?" of course, you did.
you rotate your upper body, lifting yourself from a sitting position and kneeling on your left knee in the booth. you dangle your right leg between his and sit back on his thigh. "i need you, ben."
he'd be glad to lend himself to you. he proves this by tilting his face up to see yours, finally kissing you again. it's not as firm as usual with the alcohol in his system but it's passionate nonetheless. your mouth falls slack against his as he slips his tongue against yours. he licks at your incisors, the sharp apex of your canines, your velvet buccal tissue. fuck, he'd lick your uvula if he could reach it.
he grasps at your hips, regrettably lifting yourself off of his and sitting you back down but making up for it as he snakes a hand between your bodies, unbuttoning your jeans and slipping a hand inside.
he preemptively silences your outcries with another kiss to your lips as he teases your clit over your boyshorts. he eagerly catches every whine and moan that would've been broadcast to the rest of the bar, swallowing them and settling them in his abdomen.
he presses deeper and the friction of your underwear against your clit is unbearable in just about the best way possible. he groans against your mouth. "you're so good to me, sweetheart. too good."
his words just barely register in your mind as he continues working you. "letting me have you like this. fuck, i love you, so much. so much, you know that?"
you nod frantically against his face. obviously you know how much he loves you. you love him too. you might dare to say you love him more. but none of these confessions reach him since all that comes from between your lips is, "fuck, fuck, fuck, benny-- i'm gonna fucking come, i'm so close--"
he takes this confession as an admission of your love for him and gives you what you want: an earth-shattering, brain-splitting orgasm in a bar full of almost a hundred new yorkers.
i am so willing to make this a series that will continue until i die. also, please let me know if anyone is interested in me writing a kind of "meet the reader" for this weirdo girlfailure, since i'm just as invested in her as i am in dex :)
on your 5th date with dex, you find out he’s never went down on a girl before.
warnings?: oral (r receiving), shy fbi dex, kissing, freaky/confident reader, dex is awfully good for his first time eating someone out.
“never?” you questioned, leaning forward, your mouth left agape.
dex stared down on his lap, suddenly the quarter zip he was wearing was way too tight on him. he shook his head and you scoffed.
“no way dex” you laughed awkwardly.
you met dex through a friend who worked at a local coffee shop. you were just visiting during her shift when dex suddenly entered after a run. interested, you asked your friend and she told you he came in everyday and was overall nice.
skip forward this was your 5th date. usually you opted to go out for dates but the weather was way too cold in new york and you made amazing soup. so there you were in dex’s simple neat apartment.
for the last hour you both conversed in past relationships and sexual encounters, you didn’t mean for the conversation to become so sexual as you sat across from him on his dinner table sipping on soup.
the most you two had done was kiss, and hold hands when he dropped you off to your car after dinners. deep inside a small part of you wanted to go the next step, but dex was also quite shy and reserved and you wanted to make sure he wanted to aswell.
“i havent- been with many women, and they never asked.” he said making minimal eye contact.
you leaned forward on your elbows, “and you never thought about it? not curious or does it not appeal to you?”
dex immediately began to wave his hands, “no absolutely not, i’m not against it….and i guess i am curious? but i would never do something if my girl didn’t want to.”
you folded your hands in your lap and watched dex, who looked back at you.
it was true, dex was inexperienced when it came to sex. he knew the basics and always made a women come. but he was never able to build a long and trustworthy relationship to experiment.
“would you want to? with me?” you quipped.
“yes.” dex blurted out too quickly.
the silence after was loud, were you joking when you said that? no. why were you shy all of a sudden?
dex’s eyes were filled with silent need, now he needed to try.
you rose from your chair, your fingers grazed the table as you rounded the corner, dex pushed his chair back and you came to stand in between his legs.
he was too still, you smiled and grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. “we don’t have to, dex.”
dex tilted his head looking up at you through blonde lashes, “do you want to?” he asked.
‘yesyeyseysyesyyeysysywsysy’ you repeated in your head.
you nodded and dex got up and placed you on the table, the soft material of your skirt was pulled up revealing your upper thighs.
the energy in the room was unmatched, in that moment it revealed to you how much you craved dex. you hooked your fingers into his quarter zip and dragged him closer to your lips.
dex let out a shaky chuckle and softly kissed you, you tilted your head to get closer and grazed your hands across his back and neck.
it was empty in dex’s mind, he was on autopilot. all he could feel were your soft lips on his and the chills that left wherever you touched him. remembering the target, dex began to kiss down your neck and exposed shoulders.
you helped him take off your top, leaving you in just your lace bra. dex visibly shook at how much he was getting to see you tonight.
soft supple skin and pretty tits he could partially see through the bra had him slowly fall back into his chair. his grip still tight on the bunched up fabric of your skirt.
dark green eyes looked up at you once more for permission to remove your skirt. you helplessly nodded and dex pulled down your skirt and discarded on the floor.
your strappy heels still wrapped around your lower calf, you bent down do remove them but felt a hand stop at your wrist.
“no.”
“what?”
“leave them on. i- they look nice on you..very nice”
“oh.” you giggled.
dex looked down and saw matching lace panties covering the very place he desperately wanted to see. dex lowered himself to the floor, and you followed his every move as his shaking body tried to feel your legs.
his hands were large and rough, his fingers long and thick. they slipped into the waistband of your panties and you placed your hands on his so that both of you could take them off.
the sight of your pussy had dex see stars and vision go hazy, god he was seeing so much of you tonight.
“i don’t know how to start” dex shyly murmured.
you were a bit shy under his watchful eye but the way he was looking at your pussy like it was a prize and a target made you remember you are the experienced one.
“what’s going through your mind, dex? tell me, baby” you sultry whispered.
dex let out a pathetic whine at your tone, “i want to- i want to kiss you…there.”
“then do it.”
dex looked up at you as his lips inched closer and closer to your mound. your body jolted when you felt soft lips kiss tenderly on you mound, he massages your hips as he kissed lower and lower.
your hand flew to your mouth as you felt just the tip of dex’s tongue swipe your clit. you squeeze your eyes shut so hard you saw stars dancing behind your lids.
all dex noticed was the jerk of your hips. he does it again, with a little more pressure and delights in the way your hips wiggle– both trying to get away but also trying to get closer. he continues to do that.
your scent is strong from where he is of course. he drags his tongue down from your clit to your hole as his fingers come to spread your legs. his tongue flattens over your entrance on the way back up, catching way more juice than he was expecting you to be giving.
meanwhile, you are trying unsuccessfully to control your breathing. dex is lapping at your pussy, you're positive he has no idea how crazy he's driving you with his slow exploration of your most intimate parts but he's clearly enjoying your taste.
your fingers tangle in his short hair and you moan- head rolled back as you roll your hips into his mouth. "dex…"
his head follows your motion and he moans himself. this causes you to tug his hair and his nose bumps your clit. it's not enough to make you come but it is getting you there. he gathers the newly gushing slick from your pussy onto his tongue and uses it to create wet circles on your clit.
you call his name again and he grunts away from your pussy. the cold air hits your dripling pussy and its so uncomfortable, you want his mouth back on it.
he picks you up and places you on the table and dex kisses up your thighs, “oh fuck” you cry out as your head hits the table.
dex uses his fingers to spread your labia and kiss you there, your legs wrap around his back, and the pointy heel digs into his back lightly.
"dex," you pant wildly, "use your fingers…"
without hesitation, perhaps he was feeling bold, dex shoves two incredibly long fingers into your tight channel and fucks you with them as he kisses your clit. he follows the rising sounds of your moaning and fingers you faster.
he sucks your clit hard and you come with a scream.
your thighs clamp down around his head and back arches off the table. your head is spinning by the time you come down and you sheepishly release your grip on dex’s hair and head. you are so blissed out you can't even remember where you were. you blinked a couple times and felt a tight hold on your hips.
"dex?"
"no fucking way," is all your hear him mutter before you feel him lick a hungry strip across your soaked pussy. you cry out a moan so loud, and slam your hand on the table.
your clit is sensitive, but dex slips his fingers back inside you and pounds you with them harder than before. your second orgasm is building faster this time and your brain is short circuiting as dex bites the flesh of your thighs repeatedly. hips lifting off the edge of the table and the way he gently licks your clit makes your orgasm longer.
he finally stops ignoring the press of your hand atop his head and backs off. you can comprehend little else besides the sweat dripping down your neck and the hazy vision of your glassy eyes.
dex sits in silence and stands up on shaky legs, he’s hard as fuck in his pants but he doesn’t care.
you lift your head up and rest on your elbows, “you’ve never done this before?” you pant.
dex shakes his head, in awe of you and your fucking pussy. he wants to hear the noise you make when you come his new alarm sound.
he notices your glassy eyes and blushed, sweaty face. “no never- are you okay did i-”
dex is cut off as you lift of the table and slam your lips onto his, you hungrily makeout with him. dex loses his balance before grabbing your face and kissing back just as starved. you taste yourself on his tongue and whine into the kiss.
“you cant get rid of me now, dex” you murmur into his ear.
hear me out,,, just the tip w fbi era dex OUUGHHH bonus points if he’s inexperienced (he definitely is) and so are you AUGHHDHHHN just two clueless horny virgins tryna go at it ehehee
he's trembling as if he were one of those toy breed dogs, eyes dark, shiny and wet, breathing coming out in unstable and shaky exhales
a part of him thinks hes somehow stuck in one of his many fantasies, that theres no way its really you thats trying to sink down on his dick at this very moment
he blinks a few times just in case, to make sure its happening for real, a hand of his even lifts up to claw at your back for added measure, to feel your skin but also to watch and hear you react
"dex, you're hurting me.." you whisper, voice stretched out and thin from the effort of keeping yourself suspended over him
"sorry, i didn't- i didn’t mean to" dex stutters, his words cut sharp with the nervous edge, sweat dripping down his panicked and reddened face as he settles his hands on your hips once again, trying to ground himself
the thing is, he did mean it, but he sure as hell wasn’t gonna reveal something like that so soon
not when you're both nervous wrecks, inexperienced nervous wrecks
but that doesn't stop you both from recklessly seeking out the mind bending pleasure that seems to be just within reach with every time your center swallows down another inch of him
"just- just the tip.." you sigh, mostly for your own sake, because the impulse to just take him completely in one go is begining to cloud your judgement, you know if you were to do that the sting would be unbearable, but at the same time, just having dex under you, looking at you reverently in a way he’s never done before, its all making unbearable heat coil inside you "please- need to get used to it" you say to out loud, addressing him as well as yourself
"yeah, fuck! of course- just the tip" dex echoes with a nervous laugh, his mouth tilting sideways even though at this point theres a big possibility he might just sob unconsolaby if he doesn't get to feel you fuck him into his very couch
when you slowly, very slowly start to sit firmer on him he nearly chokes, his eyes scrunch shut and he curses, something that makes you smile endearingly at him
but then-
"ooh shit!!!!!!!" you hiss at the sting in response to dex’s hips lifting up instinctively in an eager and mindless attempt to chase when you tried to pull up from him again, the movement makes him nudge far deeper than you were prepared for, with far more precision that was is considered fair for someone who is supposed to be a virgin
it knocks the air out of you completely, you tumble and have to brace yourself by his shoulders to make sure you dont completely undo your work in one swift fall on top of him "dex, oh my god- you cant do that-"
dex lets his head drop back aggressively, his eyes clenched shut, lips turned inward with a frustrated mmph sound to keep him from whining like a spoiled little boy
he nods and nods fervently because yes of course, that was his bad but at the same time his mouth quirks upwards, the sounds you made stroked his ego far more than you could imagine
might be for the best though, to take it slow, dex was almost certain that a few extra seconds of him tucked inside you and he was gonna blow with an undignified cry of your name
holding a gun to dexs head while he eats u out yay 18+ MDNI
you're doing your absolute best to hold the gun steady, even though at this point you should just drop the weapon, and with it your entire façade.
it hadn't seemed like a façade to you at first.
you held the weapon strong, focused on head, hips, heart while dex stood in your kitchen like he still belonged here. not that he ever truly did belong here, since you and dex weren't ever really a concrete thing before he was whisked away to prison.
you didn't have any fondness for him in your heart as you pointed the weapon at him. you had fear racing through your veins, remembering the headlines you read about him just a little over a year ago. remembering the realizations you had to come to on your own. but, apparently, you were remembering the good times, too, because even when dex stood a few feet from you with his hands held in a low, mocking, waist-height surrender, you didn't click the safety off.
it's not like you forgot, you could never forget the crucial step. you simply didn't take the time to do it.
you didn't mean it.
then, you didn't realize how little you meant your little threat to dex.
but it's so glaringly obvious now.
with dex's head between your thighs, his thin pink lips parted around your cunt, and his tongue working you like he'll never get the chance to again, you realize that you were never going to pull the trigger, even if the safety was disengaged. you were probably always going to end up in this position.
you know it and dex knows it.
you can tell from the way his light eyebrows lift and his dark eyes stare up at you. you can tell from the slight smile you can feel against your cunt, the gesture even more noticeable when dex takes a moment to press a tender, almost loving kiss to your cunt as if the two of you are on romantic terms.
you can tell, mostly, from the way dex doesn't even seem to mind the gun you still have pressed to his forehead.
it's more of a gesture, or a symbol, now than it is a threat. in this position, you could do just as much damage to yourself as you could do to dex. this isn't the proper form you were taught—not the form that dex taught you.
if anything, the gun is a barrier. yes, dex is eating you out like he wasn't fed throughout his entire sentence (his newly filled out form tells you that isn't true), but with the gun between you both, you can keep your distance, and with it, your dignity.
thanks to the weapon, you can't push yourself even closer to dex in search for more friction and, truthfully, companionship. you're forced into your position just as much as he is—half reclined on your pillows, your free hand fisting the sheets to keep some form of composure.
you're trying to remain unbothered, attempting to show dex that even if you're letting him do this to you, you're completely in control.
you didn't miss him at all.
but dex knows you better than that.
he pulls off of your cunt with suction, dramatizing a loud pop! with his mouth. he smirks up at you, his tongue flicking out to lick at his lips. "i missed you too, baby," he says, eyes relaxed, smirk lazy, blinking normally without any care given to the muzzle between his eyebrows.
then, he sighs, big and dramatic. his eyes close as he fully licks his lips, sucking up remnants of you as if the source is not right in front of him. and to put the cherry on top, he presses his head into the muzzle even more, testing that barrier between you both.
you let it be tested in some ways, pushing your legs open more and shuffling just a bit closer to him. but in other ways, you keep it up. your grip on the gun tightens, your jaw sets, your breath evens, and your fingers tingle with the need to reach for the safety.
dex's eyes open and he looks completely ruined. never mind the fact that he's completely clothed and his hands had been gripping your thighs the entire time.
꩜ summary | some random facts about bullseye that doesn't leave my mind, because i loove quirky details!
₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.₊ warnings: sexual content, mental health issues ₊‧.°.⋆✮⋆.°.₊
dex, who, after years of military training and completed missions, is gradually losing his hearing. as time goes by, he finds himself preferring bladed weapons, or anything without gunpowder, because the noise has become like needles of pain piercing his eardrum right down to the bone. voices, little by little, have become a distant hum; the birds do not sing where he goes; you see the discman hidden in the rubbish; headphones for going for a run are too expensive, he tells you; when you speak to him from another room, he doesn’t even notice unless you come in and he can see your lips. 'you speak too softly', he replies repeatedly.
when you realise what his problem is, you also realise there’s no way to help. for him, the world has lost its vibrancy—not his perception of it, because that would be to admit that, in a few years’ time, he’ll no longer be able to hear your voice.
there are days when the tinnitus is so overwhelming that he’s completely engulfed by it, rendered speechless. but when he realises that you’ve realised, he feigns attempts at a smile when you look at him or initiates a conversation himself to keep a coherent thread going. some nights he’s fucked you in complete silence. on the nights that were still good, he allowed himself the luxury of telling you to scream louder so he could sense his name on your lips without having to follow them with his eyes.
you, being aware to a certain extent, began to teach him sign language as you learnt it yourself in parallel so that you could ‘share a secret language in public’, and he gave in word by word without nodding in agreement because he refused to leave you submerged in that eternal noise surrounding his useless ears.
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dex, who follows a strict regimen to stay on track (the only thing keeping him on track with you), has learnt to live with a certain detachment from his libido. on the long list of side effects—which plunged him into a dark spiral several times when he was younger—he was particularly sceptical about the terms ‘erectile dysfunction’ and ‘decreased sex drive’. firstly because he thought it was a feverish dream too far-fetched to imagine having a partner, and secondly because of the few things he doubted in life, his sexuality wasn't one of them.
however, you have pointed out his indifferent attitude in various situations. you wouldn’t say he’s cold, and he has assured you that it’s not because you have to make an effort to arouse any feelings in him, but because it’s a side effect of his medication.
“I’m sorry,” was what he’d said most often in bed, frowning and pinching the bridge of his nose.
you rub his shoulder, hoping the warmth of your hand might relax him, whilst you lie in a tiny, silky nightdress on your side of the bed.
“It’s all right. It’s late, and we’ve been drinking; we’ve got an early start tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter,” you say, tucking your legs under the sheets when all you wanted was to end the day on a high note, letting him fuck you in that clumsy, and clingy, and damp way once night had fallen. that feeling that he loved you so much and so deeply that he apologised within minutes for feeling like he was about to come by just looking at you—it already made the day’s worries fade away, you know?
but when you turn around that night, and he looks at your face too late—out of cowardice—doesn’t manage to read your lips, so he doesn’t know if you’re angry or if you’ve just turned away without speaking to him.
his heart races every night when he comes home from work, usually late, and finds you awake in bed. the bed has become a pit, so he starts to seriously consider the possibility of taking another medication to treat himself, like an old man. anything for you and to form a ‘us’
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younger dex (fbi) thought about baby trapping you so badly. every time he caught a glimpse of you, chatting to people in public like the outgoing person you are, seeing you seem so far away like only a fantasy can be, all smiling lips with tender words... that you scared him. your charm shinning through in every gesture that came so naturally to you, just like a skilled summoner, but how do you manage to be so popular with so many people? why don’t you even need to know the other person’s name to make them laugh? why did people strike up a conversation with you in waiting rooms or shopping centres? and why didn’t you fucking complain about it?
so, he knows is wrong, too twisted, but can't help it wondering about you being filled with him in all aspects of your life. just to make sure his charming girl never leaves his side even though all eyes are on her as if they were invitations from heaven.
you're kinda permissive using withdrawal methods, because i wanna feel you whole, yeah? just the tip if you want... please. just don't cum inside. so he's halfway through it.
dex would track your cycle easily checking the app you have on your phone, and when the good days were about to happen, he will ignore you an entire weekend to make you needy. oh, and when you finally land hands on him... he will throw you to the edge.
get you so well fucked out with his tongue and fingers that before he even fucks you the only thing on your mind is foggy, babbling words. you feel like a cloud. and that makes him wet sighning into your mouth with his dark desires crowning his eyes while looking at the innocent frown on your pretty face. doe eyes with a charming heart, that way will be his daughter? stubborn but precious like you?
"ffuck... baby, i'm gonna cum, i'm so sorry" he whines low, splitting you in half. a creamy noise cheering his every move as he thrust inside. "you'd like that, right?" he taunts and you laugh beneath his lips, legs locking subconsciously behind his waist. you nod fiercely, clinging onto his thick arms while you hold his gaze, as if he were crumbling at the thought that you’d let him fuck you like that, raw and warm. his pretty, sweet girl, longing to feel skin against skin, gliding in and out of her own moans with ease, waiting wide open.
and what should he have done?
by the end of the night, no one could remember such minute details. once you’d come back down to earth, all you wanted to do was curl up under the sheets and close your eyes, rushing headlong into tomorrow—clinging to his arm or letting him half-crush you as he held you from behind.
yes... he would think, watching you sleep. keeping you by his side: hat’s his bullseye
summary: you almost think you can get away with trying to make shane jealous, but he takes his frustration out on you :(
warnings: 18+, smut, unhealthy relationships, you're in a situationship with shane, unprotected p in v, outdoor sex, pussy spanks, shane has a breeding kink, shane is a meanie (no use of y/n, no physical descriptions of reader used but reader has female anatomy)
Shane doesn't confront you when he walks in and sees you flirting with some guy at the bar. He doesn't drag you out of the bar when you lock eyes with him. You know he's watching, and now you're purposefully touching the prick's arm and probably whispering something stupid his ear.
Shane doesn't get jealous. You're just someone he fucks around with, it doesn't mean anything. It shouldn't mean anything. Not while he's burning holes into the back of the asshole you're flirting with's head and clenching his fists.
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You find Shane at his campsite the next day, carving a piece of wood with one of his favourite knives. You only know this because you kept complaining how bored you were the whole time he brought you along the first (and last) hunting trip together.
"Watcha doing?" You peer over his shoulder, trying not to stare at how the veins bulge out of his hands while he works with his hands.
"Fuck does it look like 'm doing?" he retorts, chucking a scrap of wood on the ground. You've gotten used to his unpredictable mood, one day he's giving you a cute dress to try on and the next he's ghosting you.
"Can you teach me how to carve wood?" you squat next to him, staring at his face and waiting for him to look at you.
"Ask nicely, then maybe," he grunts, shooting you an annoyed glance before bringing the half-carved piece of wood to his face and inspecting it closely.
"Pretty please, Shane?" you pout, even batting your eyelids.
He scoffs, giving you a once over before leaning back and patting at his thigh. A simple gesture, but you know what it means.
You slither into his lap, back flush against his chest as he wraps his arms around you and starts explaining his process with a fresh piece of wood.
You're not actually listening, nor were you interested in wood carving in the first place. You know Shane likes to hear himself talk, so you take the chance to admire his arm muscles.
"You even listening?" he taps your head with the hand that's holding his knife, blade dangerously close to your skin.
"Yeah…" you lie, blushing and shrinking into his hold.
In one swift move, he flips you on your back, climbing on top of you and tossing the wood and knife aside.
"Little brat."
He starts kissing your neck, teasing the skin with hickeys and bites. His hands are already unbuttoning your shirt, and he pulls back when he doesn't feel a bra.
"You walked around town like this? Fuckin' slut." His tone sounds meaner than usual, if that's even possible for Shane, and he gives your face a little slap.
"S'not like anyone cares," you mumble, looking away in embarrassment as he starts groping your tits.
"You talking back to me, baby?" he grips your chin, forcing you to look at him while his free hand starts undoing your jeans.
You shake your head no, and he lets your face go, satisfied with your answer for now.
He stays silent as he slides your panties down your legs, positioning himself between them after unbuckling his belt. He dips back down to kiss at your neck, moving down until his lips reach your nipples.
One hand is circling your clit, spanking it when you moan too loud.
"Gonna let everyone hear how much of a slut you are? Hm?"
He seems impatient today, shortening the foreplay by half and pulling his pants and boxers down to let his cock out.
He holds his hand up to your mouth, and you spit on it without hesitation. He smiles at that, coating his cock in your saliva and lining it up to your cunt.
He sinks into you without warning, covering your mouth when you gasp from the sudden intrusion. You shut your eyes tight, breathing unsteady and shallow. He stays still inside you for a moment, the lack of foreplay making you a lot tighter than he's used to.
"Fuck," he grunts, bracing himself by digging his fingers into your hip.
Once he's gotten used to the sensation of your pussy around him, he slowly grinds his hips into yours. You crack open your eyes to see him staring down at you, with an expression that seems out of place.
"Who was that guy at the bar?" his voice comes out low, tilting his head at you for your answer.
"Huh? I don't kno-"
He suddenly starts thrusting into you, not giving you a chance to adjust. You press a weak hand to his shoulder, trying to get him to slow down.
"You don't know, huh?" he repeats your words in a mutter, slowing his hips down, giving you a chance to tell the truth this time.
"He was just some... random dude, why do you care?" you glare up at him out of reflex, which was a mistake because he starts thrusting harshly again.
"So why were you flirting with him? You wanted to make me jealous? Wanted him to fuck you like- this?"
"N-no- no, I wasn't-" you're a mess, eyes rolling into the back of your head while you scratch up Shane's back under his shirt.
"Shut up," he grunts against your forehead, caging you in his arms and fucking into you like he's going to breed you. "You happy now? Finally making me jealous?"
You can barely register his words, let alone have the time to react to making the Shane Maguire jealous. You're too busy babbling about how deep his cock is inside of you, a whimpering mess underneath him.
"You're a bad influence, y'know that?" he chuckles, pinning your face down into the leaves as his thrusts get deeper and faster. You know he's about to cum.
"P-please... Shane. Inside. Cum inside," you barely get the words out, but he hears you.
"Gonna breed this pretty pussy. Nobody else s'gonna touch you," he lifts your hips up, angling them so he hits your cervix with his tip. You're not sure if it's the new position, but when he cums, it feels warmer and thicker.
"Fuuck," he groans loudly, fucking the last of his cum into you before rolling over beside you.
There's a moment of silence as you're both trying to catch your breaths, chests heaving as you stare up at the canopy.
"So... I made you jealous?"
"Fuck off."
i just made some BULLSHITTT!!!! i literally didn't proofread or try at all with this fic dont hate me
﹙‧₊˚♡ pairing: (crazy ass boys gang) billy loomis x reader, sebastian valmont x reader, david mccall x reader, sparrow!ben hargreeves x reader
﹙‧₊˚♡ content: dub-con (people get woken up with sex, but everyone is eagerly consenting), breathplay/choking, tentacle play (sparrow!ben is here), reader has a pussy, gender!neutral reader, race!neutral reader | wc: 1.6k
﹙‧₊˚♡ summary: what's the point of even having a boyfriend if you can't wake them up when you're feeling a little needy?
Billy Loomis -
You’ll have to wake him up already doing something he likes to ensure he’s not so irritated he goes right back to sleep. Billy likes his routine; he tends to stick to it. But there are exceptions to every rule.
Your mouth around his cock is one of them.
Billy’s eyes haven’t even adjusted to the dark as his hand reaches blindly for the back of your head, pulling you down the length of him instinctively. A short thrust of his hips that leaves you gagging around him. He moans at the feeling, voice still low and raspy from the sleep you’ve stolen him away from.
“Couldn’t wait until morning?” He asks, trying to decide if he’s annoyed or turned on.
He rocks his hips into the wet heat of your mouth to help him make up his mind. Your nose brushes against the sparse hair of his pelvis, your tongue moving sloppily along a sensitive vein on the underside of his cock. He holds you still, listening for the heavy puffs of you trying to breathe through your nose.
He reaches to turn on the bedside lamp before he pulls you off him. One of his favorite sights in the world is you like this. Panting. Lips glistening from drool and cum. His hand wraps around your arm, pulling you up until his leaking cock is pressed between your stomachs’, and you’re close enough to kiss.
The taste of himself on your tongue makes him groan. Billy grabs at your hips, rolling the two of you over. “You win. Spread your legs for me. Wider. There we go.”
Sebastian Valmont -
Sebastian is a light sleeper—always has been.
The minute you start squirming against him, he’s awake. He keeps his eyes closed, though. Wanting to see what you’ll do. Your hand rubs over his chest, almost soothing enough to put him back to sleep. You hesitate, but slowly your fingers trail down, along his abs, and the enticing cut of his hips.
In the time you spend idling, touching him, Sebastian can practically hear you asking yourself if you should really wake him up so late.
But whatever has you worked up makes you press your thighs together, and your hand finishes its journey, slipping into his briefs and grasping him gently. He’s already half hard from your teasing. Your thumb rolls over the tip of his cock, and he can’t stifle the moan that tumbles from his throat.
“I knew you were awake!” You gasp and bite his shoulder for extra measure.
Sebastian only grabs your hips and pulls you on top of him. “How could I stay asleep when the most beautiful girl in the world is feeling needy?”
“Needy is a stretch.”
He hums and shifts you properly so that your pussy is pressed directly against the clothed length of him. A single roll of his hips into yours, and his briefs are slick from you.
“You’re dripping, and you’ve been feeling me up for ten minutes. But sure, you're not—“ Sebastian moans when you lay your hands against his stomach and drag your hips over his, slow and rough, throwing your head back when the tip of him catches against your clit.
“Are you gonna tease me or fuck me?” You ask.
Sebastian pulls down his underwear with a laugh. He puts a hand between your thighs, dipping his fingers into you, curling them, and thrusting softly. But you’ve worked yourself into a fever pitch of wanting already, and you push him down against the bed.
You lower yourself onto him, inch by inch. Clenching so hard you have to do little figure eights with your hips to rock yourself down. He brings his fingers—wet with your arousal—up to his lips and moans as he thrusts up into you.
David McCall -
“You okay, sweetheart?” David mutters, his arm a heavy and comforting weight across your stomach.
Or, it usually is. Right now, it’s driving you crazy, reminding you of different and far more satisfying ways that he’s pinned you down in the past. You squirm, restless, just thinking about them.
David laughs, tugging you closer. “Oh, that’s what’s wrong, huh? Somebody didn’t get enough attention today? Sent you off to bed feeling lonely?”
You nod, face burning from his tone—condescending and honey sweet—but it doesn’t lessen the needy throbbing between your legs. Probably only makes it worse. But David teases with his mouth more than his actions. He always gives you what you want, in the end.
You take his hand and drag it down, pulling it into your underwear. He doesn’t move, just resting his hand against the heat of you. It’s less than twenty seconds of stillness, but you feel like you could die if he doesn’t do something. If he doesn’t touch you properly. You whine, grinding down into his palm, the pressure on your clit giving you a head rush.
As pretty as you are when you’re taking what you want—David prefers to give it to you.
He holds you still against his chest with one arm and strokes his fingers across your folds lightly. His fingers are warm as they part you, sliding up and down, gathering wetness from your slit and bringing it up to rub tight little circles into your clit. When you shiver, going to close your legs on reflex, he pulls your leg back across his.
“You keep this here for me, okay?” He bites the edge of your jaw, just hard enough that it stings.
He slips his fingers inside you, pushing them into the spot that makes your eyes cross. He stays right there, fucking you open until you're dripping down his hand. He thinks of all that wetness wrapped around his cock and grinds himself into your ass, free hand sliding up to wrap around your neck and pull you closer.
“Don’t gotta be coy with me, baby. Whatever you need, whenever you need it—it’s my job to take care of you.” He scissors you open, rough now, and coos at you when you tilt your face into the pillow, moaning and overwhelmed.
Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves -
“Are you serious? We have a morning interview tomorrow.” Ben’s voice is hot with irritation as he glares up at you.
You do feel a little bad for waking him up. You both need your rest. Morning news cameras are not eye-bag and sleep deprivation friendly—but that’s what make-up got invented for, you’re sure. There are more pressing issues to worry about right now, like the burning need that had left you tossing and turning in bed for hours.
You’d even slid to the far end of the mattress to try and take care of the problem all by yourself. You’d nearly rubbed your clit raw trying to bring yourself over the edge. The closest you got was when you’d looked over at Ben as he made some half grumble in his sleep, trying to make sure you weren’t disturbing him with your moans (of frustration, more than pleasure, frankly).
That brought you to where you are now. Perched on top of your boyfriend, rolling your hips back and forth over his cock until it woke him up.
“Please, Ben. I need you. Been trying to go to sleep for hours. Nothing feels as good as you touching me. I’m so tired. Please help me.” You watch as his face softens, losing the anger and gaining some of the heat you’ve been trying to satisfy all night.
Playing to Ben’s ego is always a safe bet.
“You don’t have any self-control.” He scoffs.
Faster than you can register, he’s used his powers, and you’re pinned to the bed by his tentacles. You almost sigh with relief, knowing he’s going to help you even if he's annoyed at having his sleep interrupted.
“No, I don’t, and I’m already stretched out, so please just fuck me.”
“Unbelievable.” He mutters, shaking his head.
But the smallest of the tentacles, wet and groping, finds its way between your legs. The first push inside is always disorienting. There’s no real way to prepare yourself for it. It squirms and twists as it fucks you open, like it wants to burrow into your heat. Two other tentacles hold your legs apart and drag you further down the bed. Ben reaches out, rolling one of your nipples with his thumb until it's a pretty hardened peak.
He’s wearing a look of boredom that doesn’t match the way his other hand is wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off to the sight of the tentacle fucking you in earnest now. There’s a bulge in your stomach from the length of it folding into you; and it's relentless as it pushes and slides against that little bundle of nerves inside you. You can feel the sheets beneath you go wet and sticky with a mix of your arousal and whatever the tentacle secretes whenever it fucks you.
When you try to pull away, it's a reflex, back arching off the bed, helplessly trying to pull your hips off the overwhelming snap snap snap of the tentacle fucking you to orgasm. Ben only laughs and pushes the tentacle deeper.
“Please, I need—” You beg, not sure what you’re begging for. Less? More?
Ben decides for you, another tentacle slithering from his stomach. It’s smaller than the one fucking you, and it slides wetly up the length of your body until it’s pushing at your lips.
Ben taps your cheek impatiently, “Open up.”
You let your lips fall open, and immediately the tentacle slides into your mouth. It rolls itself over your tongue before sliding to the back of your throat, pulling in and out in shallow thrusts. He doesn’t give you a moment to breathe or adjust. Just watches as your eyes go hazy, overwhelmed with pleasure.
You cum like that, mouth and pussy stuffed full, being used like you’re a toy. Neither of the tentacles slows down.
“Since you woke me up to get fucked, the least you can do is put on a nice show for me.”
A/N: i wrote this back in december as one of my NSFW exclusives for patreon — i'm only posting it here because my birthday is tomorrow and i felt like sharing something extra with everyone.
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I think Dex starts dating you before he’s actually romantically interested in you.
He plays the part at first because it’s a way to be closer to you. It feels good to be wanted, especially by someone he’s been so fixated on. And the longer he plays the part, the more he realizes he likes it. The closeness, the touching, the intimacy. There’s even a sense of stability that comes with partnership (when he isn’t spiraling over the thought of losing you).
And isn’t this what people are supposed to do anyway? Fall in love, move in together, depend on each other. It slips out while he’s in the office one day: he’s got plans after work, with his partner. It feels good, he realizes, to say out loud. His partner. His his his.
This is a sign that he’s really doing well, right? You want him. Enough to call him yours, enough to let him call you his. And yeah, maybe he fumbles a bit and he doesn’t always know exactly what to say or how to touch you like other boyfriends do, but you smile and laugh like it’s no big deal anyway. He’s nothing if not eager to learn.
And the more he leans into this role he’s taken on with you, the more he realizes it’s not just a performance anymore. Not just a way to keep you close. He likes going on walks at the park with you. Likes holding your hand and sitting in the grass while you point at the ducks, the clouds, the wildflowers sprouting out of the grass. He likes chopping onions in the kitchen while you put on music. Likes coming home from work and telling you everything about his day, the good, the bad, knowing that you’ll sift through it all and hold nothing against him.
He likes being your boyfriend. The feelings follow.
