Hear me out.. clingy dex that genuinely hangs on to you as if attached at the hip like anytime you leave a room no matter what time it is, could be in the middle of the night, he simply will just follow you around like a dog just waiting for you to turn your attention to him 🙂↕️
dex is so clingy you can't convince me otherwise.
he's like a newborn puppy in the way he follows you literally everywhere. he just finds so much comfort in being with you, having his eyes on you at all times.
like when you get up in the middle of the night to get water. you stir awake and already feel the heavy weight of his body draped over yours, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. you literally have to maneuver your way out from underneath him, receiving a few sleepy groans from him in return.
you think he slept through you pushing his body off of yours, padding to the kitchen and fixing yourself a glass of water, standing in the silence to drink it when you suddenly hear his voice behind you. "why'd you leave?" of course, a large man suddenly appearing behind you scares the shit out of you.
you jump, turning around and seeing his puppy-like expression, standing there in just his boxers looking like you just abandoned him on the side of the road. you really don't know how he manages to make you feel so guilty for something as simple as getting up during the night.
"jesus, dex..." you sigh deeply, voice coated in exhaustion. "jus' had to get water, baby" you coo at him, not wanting to upset him even more than you have.
his eyebrows furrow in response, "could've woken me up..." he reaches out for you, interlacing his warm fingers with yours. he knows damn well he was drooling all over your tits not even 10 minutes ago, he probably wouldn't have let you leave the bed if you woke him up.
+ he loooves watching you shower, not even really in a sexual way. just loves keeping his lovesick gaze on you while you wash your hair, shave your legs, anything. he's enamored. it's so comforting, you let him talk to you while you scrub at your body, sometimes even let him hold your hand.
DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT — cnc, primal play, uhm... some dub-con if you squint, bondage, the mask stays on, degradation, hair pulling, outdoor sex, blood!! reader is a little dumb and got injured, overstimulation, creampie, dex is taking his job way too seriously
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chased and fucked
you kept on running and running. giggling to yourself as you looked behind you. seeing him just walk after you. you hated that. oh my gosh, he wasn’t even trying. like he already knew how this would end.
so you turned a sharp corner. sprinting faster. putting as much distance between the two of you as possible. your breaths came out in quick bursts. your lungs burned. you ran and ran that you didn’t notice the silence behind you.
you looked over your shoulder. nothing. maybe he took the wrong turn or he lost you? your heartbeat disagreed.
is this how his fucking victims feel?
you swallowed hard before slipping into another narrow alley. trying to catch your breath. then your foot landed on an old can. it rolled loudly across the pavement.
you stumbled. your knees slammed against the concrete and pain bloomed instantly. blood trickled down your skin. “...ow…”
as you looked up, there he was. already standing at the end of the alley. watching. he started walking again. not hurried. not excited. fuck, you don’t understand. every step echoed. you instinctively crawled backwards. which got you more confused because that is literally your boyfriend. why would you be scared?
“dex…” another step. “wait... wait…” closer. “i can’t... my... my knees…” closer. “can we…” he stopped right in front of you. then lowered himself onto one knee. one arm rested lazily over his thigh. his head tilted. like you had just asked the dumbest question imaginable.
those eyes. god.
even if he was wearing his mask, his eyes were so expressive that it made you wonder so many emotions in there. confusion. curiosity. amusement. excitement. excitement?
you couldn’t breathe. you reached for his sleeve. your fingers lightly tapped against his arm. “...please?”
he simply looked at your hand. and back at you.
his hand went to the wound on your knee. tracing the blood. “hurts, baby? want me to stop?”
you were confused by his tone. unsure whether or not he was serious or mocking you. either way, you nodded so stupidly.
“that sucks.” he simply responded. you could see him smiling through that mask from how his eyes lifted up. before you could even respond, his hands went under your skirt and ripped your panties off. well… you did purposely wear a skirt for better access but you did not expect him to just straight up rip your panties off in an alley.
you gasped as you immediately closed your legs. he slapped your thighs and kicked your legs apart. you whimpered in pain. you struggled and tried to push him but he easily caught your wrists together as he took his belt off.
“dex- wait-” you struggled again. groaning as you felt your knees aching and still bleeding.
he couldn’t care less. you hated how that made you wetter. this wasn’t your boyfriend who’s about to fuck you. this was bullseye.
he wrapped his belt around your wrists tightly. he fisted your hair then leaned into your ear. “need you to be quiet for me, pretty girl. can you do that?” his voice was a lot deeper and lower. the way it was slightly muffled by his mask did not help the achy feeling in your cunt. tears well up your eyes at how hard he was tugging. “answer me.” he growled in your ear as he tugged your hair harder. actually making your head yank back a little.
you quickly nodded. “yes… yes, dex.”
he simply nodded back before he unzipped his pants. then pulled his boxer down until his cock sprang out. you’ve never seen him harder before. it made you stare for a moment that you forgot that he was about to put that thing inside you. your eyes just widened and you shook your head as he slowly pushed the head inside.
your aching knee shook. which he noticed and put it on his broad shoulder while leaving the other on the ground.
he pushed further and further until he was filling you completely. more tears fell out because he was really stretching you out. his cock felt different or maybe that’s just because of how he is treating you. then he started thrusting inside. not gentle, not passionate. obviously not.
he was fucking you. absolutely fucking you.
he started at a rough, aggressive pace. the sound of your skins slapping together was so loud that it made you scared that people who are sleeping at this time would wake up to the sound and see what’s happening. which… made you clench tighter around him.
“you like this, huh? you wanna be a dirty whore and get fucked outside? is that it?” he pounded you faster and harder. his cock kept on reaching the deepest spot inside you. your tied hands held onto his arm as he was still fisting your hair. trying to pull away but wouldn’t work. you were too weak.
he turned his head to the side, seeing the blood all over your knees that was slowly dripping down your thigh as he kept it raised on his shoulder. he kissed it through his mask. the blood smudging over the fabric. probably the most romantic thing he’d done to you for the past couple of minutes.
you watched as he kissed down. your face was wet with tears. he stopped holding your hair. and delivered a sharp slap to your face before fucking you harder. your legs instinctively close together… which… was no use to him.
everything was so humiliating. you’re getting fucked in a dark alley and you’re literally bleeding and your cunt is getting stretched and-
“dex- i’m- i’m gonna-!” you panicked and whined. he grabbed your face with his free hand. squeezing your cheeks together. he leaned down further until you could feel his fast breathing against your neck.
“oh i know, sweet girl. i know. come on. be a nasty slut and come all over my cock.” his thrust was getting sloppier. he kissed your tears through his mask. your own blood that stuck to his mask smudged a little on your cheeks.
before you could moan again, you felt yourself cumming all over his cock. shaking and sobbing from the feeling. your legs wrapped around his waist.
he keeps pounding you through your orgasm as he chases his own. you whined and cried from overstimulation. trying to push him but he pinned you on the dirty ground.
he let out a heavy whimper as he came inside you. burying his face on your neck. he pounded slowly as he buried his cum inside you. “oh fuck…” he groaned.
you both panted for a while. then he moved. pulling his cock out and tucking it back inside his pants as he watches you. still sobbing and shaking.
he gently helped you sit up. the moment you were steady, you let yourself melt against his chest with a tired sigh. without a word, he reached for the belt still secured around your wrists. his fingers worked carefully, making sure not to rub against the reddened skin as he loosened it. once it slipped free, he set it aside. his hand came up beneath your chin, lifting your head just enough to look at you. you were smiling.
he let out a long, quiet sigh. “this is the only time,” he murmured. “you hear me?” his thumb brushed lightly over the scrape on your knee before he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i’m serious.”
you only smiled wider, eyes soft and entirely unconvinced. knowing that this surely won’t be the last time because all you need to do next time is to bat your lashes at him. it’s that easy.
content.ᐟ 18+, pathetic!dex, unprotected p in v, first time, crying, praise, pet names (baby/babygirl)
dex poindexter, bullseye, who cums within 30 seconds of being inside you.
he can't shake the thought that it feels a bit too good when your hand strokes his flushed cock lightly a few times before he inches himself in, but he couldn't bring himself to tell you that he was already close. what was he supposed to say? "i feel like i might cum from looking at you, can we take a break?" he decided to save himself the embarrassment.
so when your pussy is fluttering around his pretty pink tip, he has to clench his eyes shut and bite his lip, before burying himself to the hilt quickly. he swears he's never felt anything like your velvety heat, so warm, wet, and tight— fuck. his head falls down to your bare chest and he actually pants, cursing under his breath and not daring to move.
the soft moans and breathless whispers of his name that fall from your lips when he's fully buried inside you isn't helping either. the way your nails card through his damp hair and scratch at his scalp makes his balls tighten up, he literally has to pull his head away from your grasp so he doesn't blow his load right there. poor boy feels so bad :(
"dex?" you ask in that soft raspy tone that always manages to give him a painful hard-on. even as he's distancing himself as much as he can from you without actually pulling out, you're reaching for him, small soft hands grasping at his biceps, pulling him back into your chest.
you figure he just needs a bit of encouragement, maybe he's scared of hurting you? "feels s'good baby..." you praise him breathlessly. his dick twitches violently inside your gummy walls at that, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, like he's hiding from your impossibly soft gaze.
"m'sorry babygirl, i just- jus' need a minute..." he speaks lowly, words muffled by your neck. it sounds more whimpery than he meant it to be.
you catch on quickly after that, you then notice his trembling and heavy breathing, you have to hold back a giggle, such a big brooding guy like him all gooey under your touch and words. he has a big need to please you, but it's not his fault your pussy just feels too good!
you let a small smirk grow on your face, "oh, dexie," you coo, rubbing his back. "am i that good?" you huff a small, teasing laugh, kissing the top of his head.
he whines at the sound of your voice, and just how pathetic he feels. "just- don't talk —fuck— i'm sorry-" he shakes his head, it physically hurts him to tell you to be quiet, but if you don't, he knows he'll embarrass himself :(
you feel dex's eyes blinking against your skin, and the tears falling down his cheeks. you bring your hand to grip the hair on the back of his head, pulling him from the crook of your neck. he has big, glossy eyes staring at you with so much embarrassment.
you soften impossibly at that, "dex, baby, s'okay" you coo at him, peppering reverent kisses all over his flushed face, swiping away his tears. he leans into the contact, closing his eyes and letting you kiss all over his face. "i- i don't wanna disappoint you–" he hiccups, glancing down at where the two of you are connected, and instantly regretting it.
before you can reassure him once again, you feel him buck his hips into yours, and a sudden, warm sensation. "oh– fuuuck–" he chokes out a low groan, burying his face into your neck again. he's crying harder, fingers gripping into your shoulders hard enough to bruise as he fucks into you in shallow thrusts, moaning softly.
you lay there in almost shock, still rubbing his back tenderly as he fills you up with his warm release. "did you just–" you stutter out, letting a small, suprised grin grow on your face.
he's not so amused though, shaking like a leaf and sobbing apologies into your skin. "ohgod–" "m'so sorry, baby" "fuck– i'm so stupid" he's beating himself up, making a big deal out of cumming too soon. he collapses on top of you, not wanting there to be any space between the two of you.
"dex." you stop his spiraling firmly, squeezing his bicep and getting him to look up at you. he looks humiliated, pitifully glancing away from your gaze when you begin to speak. "i don't mind, okay?" you make him nod at that, carding your finger through his damp, blonde hair. "lets go again, yeah?"
so um, virgin!dex who moans in sync and just as loud as you when he's using his fingers inside you for the first time, trembling because he can't even believe he gets to touch you like this, eyes zeroed in on your face as it turns in almost horrified awe at his dexterity (🤭) like. literally. once his digits are moving in and out your hips instinctively buck up at their relentless precision, you make a startled and heated "oh god?- baby!" and dex responds in turn with an equally wrecked "f-fuck!", the fact that you're moaning at his touch overwhelms him too much, he's gasping into your mouth and echoing every obscene sound he rips out of you, the cacophony of it all is probably enough for the neighbors to complain about too
inexperienced!dex uses the internet to learn for his first time with you. a comment under a post has him questioning whether the pleasure noises you make for him are real or fake.
warnings?: fbi dex, p in v, inexperienced dex, idk.
he reread your last text again..and then again.
[ can’t wait for tonight ;) ]
dex didn’t have the strength to put the phone down, the firm grip on his iphone matched the grip his other hand had on his mouth as he slowly panted into his palm.
it wasn’t even time for the date, it was still noon- the date was at 8, yet he couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind.
finally! after months of being in your vicinity without you knowing, weeks of casual conversation and a handful of dates, days of heavy makeouts against your apartment door or behind the restaurant he took you to.
tonight was the night.
the last step before you were officially his because no one can treat you as better as dex can. you and dex would have sex, fuck, make love, whatever you want to call it.
he was excited. but more nervous unfortunately, dex was not as experienced as a normal thirty year old man should be. and he was very well aware of that.
you on the other, you were very sensual, specific with your words and actions. he remembers the conversation so well.
dex softly kissed you after your third date, it was awkward at first, but slowly the two of you figured out a pace that made you ache between your legs and well…dex was hard as soon as your fingers grazed his waist.
he didn’t mean to, but dex accidentally slipped his tongue into your mouth. the loss of his lips from you made you sigh as dex backed away a few steps.
“sorry- i’m sorry.” dex panted while wiping his mouth. fuck fuck fuck he crossed a boundary, he want to far, it was only your first kiss.
the look in your eyes still positively haunts dex’s dreams as your eyes stuck to his lips hungrily.
took you a few seconds to finally look at his eyes instead of his red, wet, soft lips.
“you don't have to be that cautious. i’m not exactly a beginner, and I’m definitely not as ‘sweet’ as you seem to think I am.” you softly murmured while wrapping your arms around his neck.
he felt your tits press up against his chest and he doesn’t remember anything else after that.
you were experienced, yea you were a few years younger than him. but you made it clear that you weren’t a virgin or someone who likes it soft and sweet alllll the time.
dex scrambled to his table in his living room, he remembered the phase at his workplace when the guys would email each other p*rn link.
he rarely ever clicked on them, he was too busy being on the verge of a breakdown or watching you on his time off.
dex opened up his email and scrolled till he found the first email with a link.
it was for educational purposes.
he likes you and he wants to make you feel good.
he’s a grown man. its about time.
nothing could’ve prepared him for the wormhole of material he went through.
links on links of different things, he stumbled upon photos, videos, gifs, forums, tips and tricks.
different sex positions, different body builds of men and women. some were too graphic and long while other were short and soft.
one specific link took him to a twitter post, the girl in the video resembled a bit like you. for some reason he hated that. dex aimlessly scrolled under the comments as the girl in the video kept crying out his name.
immediately dex perked up on his table as he read a comment.
[ hate when the girl makes so much noise. it is so fake. ]
what? women can fake noises and reactions?? this was new knowledge to dex. his past experiences were too loud or too quiet, honestly it was so long ago he doesn’t even remember.
that comment carried him all evening as he got ready for the date. it followed when he was ironing his polo, it followed him when he drove to the restaurant, and when he saw you unzip your dress from across his bedroom.
after minutes of making out messily while slowly undressing, kisses up and down your throat and chest. dex had you a sweaty and needy mess beneath him.
you made it clear to dex that you didn’t want any foreplay tonight, you just needed his dick because you were already wet as fuck just by kissing him.
his dick that you have been feening over for weeks. his dick that you once saw hard beneath his jeans when you guys first shared a kiss. god you need it.
so as dex is quite literally enamored and inlove with you, he pulls down your soft underwear and slips out his hard, needy, leaky cock from his boxers and inch by inch pushes into your hole.
he is maybe half way in you and you feel the burn and you fucking love it. unable to keep your mouth shut as dex bottoms out, you let out a soft moan at the ache between your legs that quickly turns into one of pleasure.
you feel dex’s hands which brace your head shake as he tries not to literally come at the spot.
“dex- oh dex, i knew you were big baby” you sigh between harsh breaths.
dex is literally unable to anything except nod, its like his mouth has been staples.
you continue to sigh out harsh breaths but they turn into quiet moans as dex grinds into you. you were reeling. the friction, the way he filled you, the way his hands found the exact rhythm you craved. it was intoxicating.
you weren't thinking about anything other than the sensation, your head thrown back against the pillows. you gasped his name, sharp and breathless, the sounds spilling out of you without a filter. every time he pounded into you, your hips arched to meet him, your voice rising, praising him, telling him exactly how good he was making you feel.
beneath the pleasure, however, dex was tense. he kept his eyes locked on your face, searching for a trace of dishonesty. he moved with a frantic, focused energy, rubbing against your core, trying to drown out the doubt screaming in his head. are you just saying that? or are you faking it for him?
when the peak finally broke over you, you clung to his shoulders, leaving little marks in his skin as you whispered how much you needed him.
guess he really did learn something from those videos.
as he slowly pulled out of you and kissed your cheek a little and you finally let go of his back. he watched your bare chest go up and down as you tried stabilize your breathing, eyes shut and mouth ajar.
dex watched you with pure vulnerability, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. the sex was perfect, you both came but the noises…
the moans, whines, pants of his name in your ear. it couldn’t have been fake right?
but that girl, she sounded like you did two minutes ago. he couldn’t even stop the words that slipped out of his mouth.
“was that real?”
you rolled over to your side and nuzzled into the pillow eyes still shut. you were stuck in a state of euphoria and did not want to leave it.
“what?” you softly spoke as your hand reached to graze at dex’s arm.
“you were quite….lou- vocal.” dex stuttered. to that your eyes opened. “i want to know if that was real, you don’t have to fake anything with me.” he continued earnestly.
if he was bad he wanted to know, he would learn for you.
you probably thought you were hearing wrong because you were definitely not faking… like he was fucking you so good you don’t even remember what you said.
you sat up straight while inching closer to dex. his pupils were dilated and you could see the marks on his shoulders that your nails caused.
“dex,” you said softly, reaching out to brush a stray hair from his forehead. “i wasn’t thinking about anything but you. i didn’t even realize how loud i was being.” you giggled at the last part because it was the truth.
the tension that had been holding his shoulders rigid for the entire night finally started to snap. he exhaled, a shaky, uneven sound, and a slow, genuine smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“okay, okay thats good” he nodded. “im sorry if that ruined the mood.” he continued.
you immediately shook your head, “no dex absolutely not, i knew you were gonna be sooooo good” you whispered as you climbed into lap.
“and ill tell you that every time” you said between pecks on his lips.
you felt dex lazily smirk against your lips while his hands gripped at your hips.
believe it or not, you grew louder and louder that night every time he made you come. and every sound was real.
walk with me on this one . . . DDBA!Dex has erectile dysfunction. for sure. at least a little bit. that man was on so many medications, they had him on enough benzos to drop an elephant for 8 years and then Vanessa Fisk cuts him off cold turkey, he’s suicidal, depressed, and anxious. sometimes he just can’t get it up ok?
this does not bother him so much because it gives him an excuse to finger you until you come and then curl up against you and fall asleep without worrying about performing himself. he’s inexperienced and a little insecure about it, and I headcanon him to be on the ace spectrum, so he’s more than happy to just give you three orgasms and hear you tell him how good he makes you feel. he honestly does not need you to return the favor. he just wants to be useful to you.
however. when he is in the mood to come, or when you’re in the mood to make him come, it’s a very intimate experience that almost overwhelms him. you never pressure him to perform when he can’t or doesn’t want to. you never make him feel inadequate or disappointing when he struggles to get hard. you work him up slowly, gently, letting him take as much time as he needs and showering him in praise and affection. you kiss the tears off his cheeks when he finally does tip over that edge.
fem! reader, mdni. 802 words. cw: he turns the AC off so he can make her sweat more, dex using his weight to keep reader in a position, pinv sex, sweat sweat sweat, hints of multiple climaxes, general filth
around this time of year with temperatures soaring like they are, your means of cooling down around the apartment had grown used and abused — fans and AC tired from their continuous and rather extensive use.
with them being on almost all hours through the day, there was only one time where dex would cut their power; a time where no one ever should do such thing.
it's not when you leave the apartment, or when you take a shower, but rather when you fuck — well, when he fucks you.
it's a control element, you believe. if there was a variable that could possibly be controlled, dex will find a way. even if it meant something as outlandish as your temperature.
dex is particular about what he likes, about what he doesn't. though when it came to you, he found that the lines would blur for what he typically permits. there wasn't one person he'd let touch him with such sweaty mitts, but with you, it was as if he'd actively seek it out.
and that's why when it would get to temperatures like these, he'd do whatever he deems necessary in order to feel your body sweat against his.
the position he's got you in is close, far too close in heatwave like this. it's as if it's to encourage the sweat production that needs no such aid: sticky back against the sheets, knees hiked up as close to your chest as you can muster. though with dex on top, arms hooked under those said bent knees of yours, he's keeping you pinned — position pushing you in on yourself almost.
there's almost no escaping it, especially not when his thighs trap you in; the upper area above either knee wedging underneath each cheek of your ass.
a moderate sheen of sweat layers between you, like it's the butter slapped on two slices of bread. it's teetering the scales into something uncomfortable, the stickiness on your skin. with the more each of your bodies produce, the more you slip with every motion and the more evident it becomes as to why he's gripping onto you so tight.
dex keeps his forehead pressed into yours below, the position an effort to keep you put exactly where you are. but with him so close, you fail to acknowledge the veins bulging up the lengths of his throat, the flatness in his dampened hair, the red spreading across his chest — all of which things you love to see on the regular, only now with him obstructing your view, and with eyes as tightly clamped closed as they are, you cannot appreciate the sights you would otherwise swoon over.
you're a mess, rather literally: hairline sodden with sweat, crevices behind your knees and elbows dripping as he coaxes you through yet another climax. fucking you through your fourth, maybe fifth orgasm.
the motion in his hips dips ever so slightly, not enough for it to be a considerable difference, but enough to allow you a moment to catch your breath.
"I can't, I'm too— I'm too hot," you pant, throat dry. your nails hook and dig into his beefy shoulder blades, crescent moon shapes forming on the surface of his sweaty, reddened skin. "it's too—"
"much. I know."
he stills inside you for a moment, balls pushing up against the lower of your cunt. he pauses, reducing movement to nothing, like he was struggling to restrain himself, battling the own control he has over himself. he couldn't come yet, not when he has you so perfectly and rather pathetically fucked out.
dex keeps his cock plugged deep in your cunt, the crown of his dick lodged in that pocket of tissue beside your cervix. he adjusts himself, only slightly, and lifts his forehead from yours, pulling it away so he can slot into the crook of your neck.
"I need one more," he breathes against the side of your throat, voice hot and he sears a litter of kisses into your dampened, salty skin.
he tests you with another pump, the motion slow and steady as he almost, nearly, entirely pulls out. and with that slight movement of his dragging cock, your trapped juices and arousal trickles out your pussy and down your ass; a milky string spilling from your cunt and into a pool on the sheets below.
that experimental thrust grows into a gradually systematic pattern, each wind getting closer and closer, deeper and deeper somehow. the sticky, stinky sweat is uncomfortable, but he's never known himself to be in such a turned on headspace.
you're the only person he wants to be coated in fluids from. there was something about knowing that the way you felt was a direct response from what he, himself, made you feel. and if thats not love, what is?
i just know dex would absolutely love cockwarming. he wants to be close to you so bad. if he could go his whole life never separating from you, he would. i feel like he wouldn't really get the point of cockwarming at first. i mean, moving is a pretty big part sex and giving each other pleasure, why would he just want to sit there?
then you convince him to try it and he just immediately loves it. because somehow he's even closer to you than he was before. how much closer can you get than being literally inside you? it's almost like being a part of you.
the first couple of times that you do it, he doesn't have the patience. dex tries his best but you just feel so good. after a couple minutes of being inside you, dex starts bucking his hips into you. groaning into your shoulder about how he's "sorry, just feels so good inside you. can't help myself. you make me go crazy."
dex's favorite time do it is during mundane times. he loves how intimate it feels. it becomes such a normal thing that he doesn't even ask, it's just an unspoken thing that you can tell he wants whenever he holds you close and pulls your hips close to his. fingers sliding beneath your band to check if your wet before he pulls your panties and shorts to the side and slides into you.
when he's had a rough day, dex finds you and immediately melts when your gentle hands touch him. tentatively wrapping his arms around you while his lips find yours. mumbling against them how he "needs to be close" to his girl so bad. so you lay down with him, brushing his hair back while his head rest against your chest. all his stress dissipating as he closes his eyes and imagines that he's part of you.
and at night, when the two of you curl up to go to sleep. sometimes you'll invite him to slip his cock into you. the two of you drifting to bed with him still inside you.
you feeling so deliciously and satisfyingly full from the feel of him. dex feeling so warm, it makes him so good inside to know you want him so badly too that you'll let him stay inside through the night like this.
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dex is a freak. a freak in the way that he truly wants to see touch and taste every single part of you, disregarding whether or not you think its "gross".
he steals your used panties to jerk off. he wraps the frilly fabric around his cock and pumps until his skin is red and raw, and sniffs the gusset of the panties, right where your puffy pussy lips sit. he sniffs and lets himself get dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
he would (and does) lick and kiss the sweat off of your skin when you come home from the gym, pawing at your tits through your workout set and not taking a second to listen to your whining about how disgusting he is. "m'sorry- you taste so good" he muffles words against the crook of your neck, lapping the grime off of you like a dog. he gets unreasonably hard when you walk through the door smelling like that, it's like a moth to a flame.
he asks you to spit in his mouth when you're riding him, desperately wanting to feel your saliva mix with his. it makes him feel connected to you. he eagerly swallows down the warm liquid, then silently asks for more by opening his mouth wide once again and sticking his tongue out. you can never say no when he's looking at you like a kicked puppy, and when he fucks you that good.
he insists on having sex whilst you're on your period. he is obsessed with how much warmer and wetter it makes you, the sight of his shaft being covered in a mix of your slick and blood makes him cum much quicker than usual. same goes for eating you out, he's humping the bed desperately when he laps at your folds, the overwhelming taste of iron is intoxicating for him, makes him all the more eager to please you. he read that orgasms help with cramps, "i swear, baby! it's a fact!", he tells you he's only trying to make you feel better! uh huh.
he truly does not care when you groan and weakly push him off of you. he just loves you so much, he doesn't want to have any boundaries.
ִֶָ🪽་༘ blowjob, face-fucking, he is pathetic and subby, deep throating, spitting, dex is really thankful, very messy...
suggested by @dottedbambi <3
you were at your vanity, getting ready to leave for work as you did your makeup. dex sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with that soft, adoring look he always got even when you were doing something usual. you caught his reflection in the mirror and smiled as you applied your final touch. that new shade of lipstick you had bought last week.
“is that your new one?” dex asked as he stood and came up behind you, big hands settling on your shoulders as he looked at your reflection. your eyes met his eyes through the glass. “you like it?”
“it’s beautiful.” his thumb traced along your jaw, tilting your head back slightly. you rose from the stool and turned into him, pressing your body against his chest. his hands slid to your waist naturally. your palms traveled up his chest, over his shoulders, and then your fingers curling around his neck. “i should wear it for you more often, then.”
his throat bobbed as he knew exactly where those lips would end up tonight.
so when the night came, it was no surprise that you had him naked and bare while you were on your knees. he sat on the couch, fully exposed and exactly where and how you wanted him. lipstick stains bloomed across his neck and chest from moments before this. “baby…” his voice cracked. “fuck… thank you…”
you pressed your lips to his thigh. kissed it and sucked hard enough to leave a mark. then another. another. dark red stains smeared under your mouth. he whimpered so pathetically.
one of your hands traced lazy patterns along his cock. it was hard and angry. pre-cum already beading at the tip. you ran your finger along the veins, mapping every ridge and curve. not quite stroking him which makes his hips lightly buck into nothing out of desperation. “please… please just-...” when you kissed the tip, soft and teasing, his words dissolved into a breathless moan. his head fell back.
you dragged your tongue along the length, slowly and deliberately. then you wrapped your lips around the head, traced the edge with your tongue, and took him deeper. you started slow. savouring him. letting his cock settle on your tongue before you begin to move. bobbing your head and taking him deeper each time until your nose pressed against his skin and your throat convulsed around him.
“just like that, baby… shit... thank you… oh god..” his hands found your hair. gently at first, then he gathered it back, exposing your face to his gaze. he looked down at you. at the mess you had become. drool running down your chin. lipstick smeared across your cheeks and mouth while your mascara were streaking beneath your eyes.
he swallowed hard. “so beautiful… you’re so good to me… so pretty…” he murmured under his breath. you pulled off to breathe. biting your lip, you spat on his cock and stroked him. slow. firm. then placed another kiss on his thighs. your saliva mixed with the color. you watched the way his jaw clenched and the way his hips twitched as you did. he reached down and cupped your face. his thumb dragged across your mouth, smearing your lipstick further, painting your skin red. you gladly kissed his thumb too. “so beautiful,” he repeated. his voice was wrecked, as if it's the only word he knows how to say at the moment.
“i’m- i’m cumming, baby. i’m cumming, i'm cumming, i’m-” he came down your throat. hot and thick. you held him there, not moving, letting him empty himself into you. your eyes never left his.
you smiled at him, that sweet, knowing smile, right before ducking your head and swallowing him down again. your eyes locked on his as your throat took him deep, and that smile lingered even as your lips stretched around his shaft.
that did it.
“i’m sorry- i’m sorry-” he was already fucking your face, using your throat the way he had been holding back all day. his hips snapped forward, fucking into your mouth with desperate, ragged thrusts. “you’re so good- you’re so good to me… leaving pretty marks all over… thank you- just let me… please let me-”
he sobbed the words. apologetic. “thank you,” he gasped. “thank you, thank you, thank you-” he breathlessly whimpered. he threw his head back and bit his lip. his hips bucking while his head went side to side, doesn't know where to put it as he overstimulated himself. then he came again. “t-thank- baby- thank you… baby, baby, baby- fuck…!” his chest fell up and down while his hand weakly played with your hair.
but of course, this night wouldn’t end with just a simple blow job and messy kisses.
you're lying on your back, legs bent and lifted high. dex stands between them as he lifts them over his shoulders. your knees press against the solid warmth of him as he adjusts your calves draped along his broad frame. he pushes forward into you. slowly dragging his cock inside you inch by inch. the stretch is unreal. he fills you completely, the angle of your legs on his shoulders allowing him to sink deeper than ever before.
every inch makes your body twitch and shake. his hands flex against your thighs where they rest on his chest, thumbs rubbing into the soft skin to ease the pain. a breathy gasp escapes you as he bottoms out. your back arches instinctively off the surface beneath, toes curling at how utterly deep you feel him. dex's chest rises with controlled breaths above yours, muscles taut with restraint even as his cock pulses inside you from sensation.
you look up at him with half-lidded eyes, your mind hazy from being previously overstimulated. dex looks back at you with eyes filled with hunger, his jaw is tight and you can see your own slick dripping from his chin. you can tell he's trying to hold back a grunt, teeth clenched hard as his fingers aggressively dig into your skin. your walls are pulsing tight around him, not letting him go. soon after, dex starts picking up the pace.
you're completely lost in the pleasure, whimpering loud each time he hits that one spot. you hear him groaning above you. you hear the skin slapping harshly in the dark room while the bed creaks. dex watches carefully and intensely the way your chest moves up and down. then his eyes move to your fucked out face - mouth agape, eyes rolled back, fingers wrapped tightly around the sheets. he feels his dick twitching at the sight, he also feels your pussy clenching in response and his head rolls backwards with a loud grunt.
"fuck..."
dex curses himself - holding back on his orgasm. usually he'd last until you were finished but tonight you're especially tight and he's incredibly deep and all he can think about is cumming inside you. your head is hitting the headboard, the room is turning so loud you're starting to feel embarrassed but all you can focus is dex and the way his cock drags in and out of your cunt. he looks mesmerizing from above - broad shoulders that are keeping you steady, large biceps flexing as they hold your legs, face red and scrunched in pleasure.
it takes just a few more hard thrusts for you to finally reach the climax. you feel the sounds of skin slapping getting sloppier and wet. your mouth hangs completely open, eyes shut tight, eyebrows pinch up together - you feel almost dizzy from the orgasm, seeing stars. dex had been waiting for you for such a long time that he follows right after. you feel the warmth spreading all over your body as he comes apart on top of you. strong arms holding him up on the either side of your head for a second before completely collapsing over you breathless, still inside.
description box; dex tries very hard to be good and behave when he finally finds his new and true north star. he fails. you don’t exactly mind.
warnings; to be fair, dex his pretty much own warning lol, smut implied, toxic and unhealthy relationship dynamics, skewed power imbalance, codependency, stalker!dex, dex is a control freak, obsessive!dex, explicit content (hehe…), nsfw!!!, MINORS DNI!!, established relationship, dex is still a murderer with psychopathic tendencies, not proofread… you have been warned ;)
dex is a stalker. your stalker (he wouldn’t waste his time learning so much about just any person, thank you very much…). not that he would have labelled himself as such, dex himself would have rather called himself your protector. protector who watches you in your tiny, little flat, miles away on another building’s rooftop, spying through the window. a friendly watcher, a concerned… someone. that is what he settles on because right now, you don’t even know him.
the first time he inserts himself in your life, you immediately like him. of course you do, he had carefully assembled himself a mask in order to be the kind of person you like, would talk to. be friends with. in his mind, he makes a disapproving, little tsk sound. if only you knew how easy it was to hack your phone, look up internet searches, break into your home while you were away… but that would change, eventually. he would make you a safe home. he would protect you. he would provide for you. he would take care of you. he would shield you from the world, burn it down if he had to. that’s the thing about dex, he loves in radical extremes and catastrophes; there is no such thing as “casual” or “low-key” with him.
privacy is also a foreign concept to him. privacy? we’ve never even heard of her. jokes aside, dex genuinely thinks there are no secrets between the two of you. of course, there are… darker things, disturbing things, in his mind that he doesn’t tell you. but really, it’s for your own good. he doesn’t want to scare you away, give you a reason to run, knowing that if you did, he would run right after you. it was an instinct, the same way a cat couldn’t help but chase a little mouse. but you were his. as much as dex was yours. leave? you weren’t allowed to leave. or leave him out of anything—he wanted to know everything about you, every single thing there was. dex was overwhelming like that, all-consuming and intense in his loving, but you couldn’t help but fall for him anyway. it was hard to ignore that sort of loyal, undying devotion, that sort of… worship.
when you two started dating, he offered you himself wholly, his heart, his life, every breath he took; he would die for you, he would kill for you, he would do anything for you—take him. keep him. but don’t leave him. never leave him. his separation anxiety is severe like that. sometimes, dex gets anxious simply when you’re in a different room than him, even when he’s at your apartment.
he is a little ocd about… everything. he likes being in control, getting to call the shots, making the decisions. it’s not a masculinity thing, it’s just that dex prefers knowing where to go, getting to plan ahead and assess everything. he’s like a german shepherd that way—it’s ingrained into him, a habit more than a conscious want. but he needs it. and by god, do you love it. you yourself were incredibly indecisive, preferring to hang back and chill out rather than take the lead, which made the dynamic between dex and you pretty much perfect.
and because he is obsessive as hell, he always knows what you like and dislike. how, you have no idea. but dex is incredibly observant, very serious about getting to know you. he always knows things about you. like a clairvoyant, in a way.
dex puts your needs above his. usually, it means that he’ll do whatever you want him to do. his frantic, anxious heart tells him that if he does it, he’ll endear himself to you, earn your love, make him worthy of you not leaving him. because dex thinks he does not deserve you. you are a good person, in the purest, most literal sense of the word. overflowing kindness and a radiant sort of sweetness that attracted all kinds of lesser men, and an innocence that has dex hooked and addicted to you. you draw him in like a moth to a flame, and it’s inevitable, he thinks, that you’ll leave him. you’ll find a better man, a man who doesn’t need a north star to tell him how to be a good person, a man who is perfect and just as good as you.
but he’s selfish. he’s selfish, and he’s not even sorry for it. he wants you. needs you. has to have you. so, he endears himself to you. making it harder for you to leave. and if he is a little suffocating in his love, you don’t complain about it. after all, he showers you with affection and sheer love, and oh, if only you knew how far it went…
dex gets crazy possessive. he needs to be with you at all times, partly out of separation anxiety and partly because he doesn’t like the way some men look at you. hungry, greedy—disgusting. he hates it. but dex behaves, because normal men don’t kill the sleazy, creepy men sitting across the bar, winking at their girlfriend, with a vodka shot glass. it takes every muscle in him tensing and keeping his eyes trained on you to hold back. he knows you wouldn’t approve. he thinks he could get away with it without you knowing. but then you turn around, flash that wonderful, captivating smile at him, and he is… calm. calm in a way his thoughts have never let him be. and there is a hungry, starved urge in him to be closer to you, skin to skin, soul to soul, no, closer even, he needs to be closer than that, has to be, he would fold himself into you—
jealousy. a huge, huge everyday thought that dex carried with himself. for a man so composed and reserved, you can, surprisingly, tell quite easily when he is. he clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth against each other in a motion that flexes the sharpness of his face, and he begins to tense. which is, in its own way, a beautiful thing to witness: his biceps swells, back muscles becoming more and more defining as he tensed, veins popping in his huge, calloused hands and the spot around his strong, firm neck, and you swear he becomes even taller and bigger and larger… it’s s mouthwatering sight. or intimidating, for the ones he directs his dark, murderous glares at. you love it, love the way he automatically placed his palms on your shoulders as he guides you to a place more far away in the bar, taking the lead every step of course, tall frame willing any man stepping close to take an instinctive step back because that deadly stare has mine, mine, mine written all over it.
you actually find yourself finding your jealous boyfriend quite adorable. to everyone else, he is this unbelievably large mass of pure muscle, power and strength, a man you would very much not want to cross, but to you, that’s… dex. simply dex. your sweet, awkward, adorable unit of a boyfriend. who is so, so good at sex.
his favourite position is missionary. he likes you right where he can see you, observe every facial expression you make, every oh so little sound, gasp, whimper, whine… he likes it when you’re like this. unguarded. lost in the pleasure he’s giving you, hair flowing and framing you freely. he loves it when you cling to him, legs wrapping around his waist, giving him the sweetest sounds as you grab his arm helplessly for support. it makes him feel needed, appreciated, loved.
another position dex quite likes is burying himself into you from behind, because he gets to hold you. it’s pathetic, and depressingly romantic, he knows. but he can’t help it, he likes having you in his arms. where you can’t escape him. where you’re his willing prisoner. he likes pressing the weight of his body against your back, marking your neck in places you can’t see, it almost makes up for the fact he can’t see your face. but your body tells him everything he has to know. most times, he overstimulates you on accident, he has a high sex drive, he can’t help it, and after he tears orgasm after orgasm out of you, your legs usually tend to get all wobbly and weak. and your arms become so useless of all that overwhelming pleasure that you can’t even hold yourself up right, becoming entirely dependent on dex holding you up. arm hooked under your waist, he can do it effortlessly with just one arm. you can just stay there, look pretty, and let him do all the work. he doesn’t mind. in fact, he finds it sort of cute when you get all docile and pliant like this, because when you’re this out he can easily make you forget that he said he was going to pull out before he came. which… he usually does. but something in him, something vile and evil and selfish and dark, secretly loves the thought of knocking you up. just the thought of your belly all swollen, pregnant with his child, makes him go feral.
it’s not baby trapping. you don’t get it, dex loves you—it’s just that, well… he likes having you right where he can see you. by his side, in other words. which you of course would be, if you were pregnant. and would that be such a bad thing? he would… love that child, that baby growing in your womb. he would, he knows he would. and dex doesn’t make promises, but he would be a good father. he knows he would be. and he desperately, pathetically needs you to want him to be by your side.
dex needs affirmation more than anything. his separation anxiety is already the worst, but the paranoia… oh, the paranoia eats him up. this would solve it—a child. a child created by the little, good parts of him and the entirety of you. all of you. won’t you just give him a baby? please, pretty please?
the third position he loved getting you into is kneeling between his legs. when he sits on a couch, cradling your bobbing head between his impossibly large hands as you try to take all of him, that’s when he is at his happiest. that is when that serene feeling washes all over him, washing away all the paranoid voices screaming, when he looks down and just sees his girl. his sweet, darling girl, trying to please him, accommodating for him in your mouth, trying to make room for all of him. dex loves it when your eyes go a little glassy, when your gaze becomes a little bit dazed. that’s when he knows you’re in that sub space, where he knows your thoughts quiet down, too. and if he is honest, he may just be very attracted to you crying. a bit. he is not a pervert, he swears. after all, he’s one of the good guys now!
author’s note: i have SO fallen for the benjamin poindexter propaganda. curse wilson bethel and his enchanting face. um, i also have a confession to make: i have not watched daredevil… i’ve just been influenced by the tiktok edits… i’m sorry… have some pity for a fellow victim of the wilson bethel face card yeah? so if there are any canonical divergences—just ignore it lol. or pretend it’s part of the au. if it even can be called an au, as our darling dex is clearly very capable of being insane on his own?
anyways, enjoy my lovelies! lmk if you want a part two.
(i have so many delicious ideas y’all would NOT believe it)
warnings — mdni. pure smut. literally no plot at all, just smut. light choking, ass slapping, unprotected p in v, creampie. no use of y/n. reader is referred to as girl a couple times. slight possessiveness but they’re not really in a relationship. not a whole lot of dialogue on the readers end. quickly proofread as always! let me know if i’m missing anything!
word count — 1k
a/n — hey… how y’all doin. i PROMISE i am working on the requests sitting in my inbox but i NEEDED to get this out of my system. i don’t know if anyone will even read this honestly i just needed to get it out after finishing untamed. wilson’s characters are infecting my brain guys it’s so bad 😔 anyway, here is some mid smut hehe
feedback is always appreciated <3
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The sticky feeling, salty smell of sweat is encapsulated in the two person tent that Shane had set up earlier in the day after moving his campsite. The dying campfire outside provided just enough light inside the tent to see what you were doing so that the two of you weren’t fumbling through your movements.
He currently has you face down on your knees, taking you from behind. The sound of skin slapping as the snap of his hips makes contact with the back of your thighs fills the tent, along with your breathy whines. You’re glad that you’re far enough away into the park where no other campers are tonight.
One of his hands is gripping you by your hips, pulling you back to meet the brutal snap of his hips while the other is squeezing at the globes of your ass greedily, hungrily. “Look so good taking my dick like this. Doing so well, you know that?” He questions, voice gravelly as he sharply swats at the fatty tissue with his large hand, the sound ringing out through the tent and your ears.
A quick yelp makes its way past your lips and all you can do is nod your head to answer him—but it isn’t a good enough response for him. His hips abruptly stop their movement and you whine, pushing yourself back against him to urge him to keep going.
He grips your hips firmly with his hands, pausing you from any movement. “Aht, aht,” he scolds you in disapproval, “Asked you a question, girl.” He says, voice low.
“Yes. Yes. Look so good, taking you so well. Please—please, Shane, keep going.” You manage to get out in between breaths, still trying to push your hips back against him, but the grip of his hands on your hips is too strong for you to fight against.
“There we go,” a patronizing laugh falls from his lips, then a deep, rough stroke—hard enough to push your face further into the sleeping bag that the two of you were positioned on. “Knew you had it in you.” The words themselves are words of praise, but they sound mean, condescending coming from him.
He stays positioned inside of you, but you feel him readjusting. “Up.” He says, and you know it’s a command and not an option, so you follow it, pushing yourself up so that your hands are supporting your weight. He snakes his arm underneath your body, then up around you so that it’s crossed over top of your chest. He pulls your body back against his and he’s now sitting back on his feet, holding you against him.
You slump back against him, your back now pressed against his chest. He uses one hand to grip at your hip, hard enough that you know there will be a bruise there tomorrow. Your head lulls to the side and you feel him swipe his tongue against your jaw, nipping at the bone with his teeth.
He takes his other hand and wraps it around your neck, squeezing it gently on the sides to add pressure, then he finally begins to move again. He continues with his brutal pace, the new angle causing the head of his dick to press against the most sensitive parts of your walls.
You feel his hot breath against your neck as he fucks himself up into you now. He snakes his hand down from your hip to between your legs, using his fingers to rub circles against your clit.
“Gonna make you come, yeah?” He breathes out, his hips jerking up into you faster. “Then I’m gonna come inside you. Fill you so full of me.” The circles he’s pressing against your clit are becoming faster, quick whines and pants are falling from your mouth as you feel the familiar knot start to form in your stomach. You’re close and he knows it. “Come on, girl. Come for me, come all over my dick.” He tells you, placing wet kisses against your jawline.
His verbal coaxing mixed with the deep drags of his dick against your tight walls are enough to push you over the edge. You’re grasping at his hand that’s placed on your throat as your body melts further against him, against his touches, and you’re letting out breathy moans of his name as the waves of your orgasm crashes into you.
He’s fucking you through it, still rubbing circles against your clit. “Atta girl, that’s my girl.” His words of praise are sweeter now, but the snap of his hips is still mean—unrelenting. You’re starting to become over sensitive, too fucked out to respond and tears are falling freely from your eyes.
You’re clenching around him through the aftershocks of your orgasm, and it’s enough to pull his own from him. “Fuck, she’s clenching me,” his voice is raw and you feel his grip around your neck tighten again as hot spurts paint your walls full of him. “So full of me. You’re mine.” He says finally, possessively. His movements are stilling, but he holds you close to him, still inside you.
He stays that way for a moment, both of your chests are heaving as you try to regain some air. His grip on your neck loosens before he gently places you back down against the sleeping bag on your stomach, pulling out of you in the process. You feel empty without him inside of you now.
He sits back against his feet again, reaching over for a wet rag that he had placed inside the tent earlier that night. He runs it down both of your arms, then your legs, doing his best to wipe the sweat away. “Doin’ okay?” He mutters, looking towards your face as your eyes are closed.
“Mhm.” You respond, nodding your head weakly. He chuckles, using the rag to now wipe the sticky sweat from his own body before tossing it to the side of the tent.
“Still want to go out with me in the morning? Another report of sick deer that I gotta check into.” He asks, situating himself now so that he’s lying on the second sleeping bag that’s beside you.
He watches as you nod in response, a small sound of agreement escaping you. He leans over and places a quick kiss against your hairline—as much softness as he ever gives you, then turns back over to fall asleep.
shane would be so mean & then make fun of you for being turned on by it :(((
you’re on his lap, bouncing yourself on his cock as he grips your hips tight enough that there will be purple bruises blooming there in the morning. your eyes are screwed together tightly and your mouth is hanging open as you let out the prettiest little noises he’s ever heard. it’s pathetic.
“look at you,” he starts, eyes trailing down to where the two of you are connected. he takes in the white ring of your arousal coating the base of his cock. “fuckin’ yourself stupid on a man who’s old enough to be your fuckin’ dad. you’re sick, you know that?” he finishes, eyes coming back up to rest on your face again—he wants to make sure he sees your reaction.
your eyelids shoot open as the words register, but the movement of your hips never falters or slows. shane feels the way your warm walls clench around him and he laughs—loud and patronizing. he watches the way your cheeks redden in embarrassment from his words, but notes how they don’t deter you.
“y’like that, don’t you?” he shakes his head with a scoff, the realization hitting him quickly. “such a dirty little thing, you’re pathetic and we both know it.” his voice is gravely and his words are sharp, but his pupils are blown wide with the same desire that your own hold. he gets off on this just as much as you do, no matter how much he tries to criticize you for it, you and him are the same.
“but i’m yours,” you say, voice breaking off as you lean in to press kisses against his jaw, still rolling your hips in his lap. you make your way to his lips before you speak again, “i’m yours. tell me i’m yours.” you whisper against his chapped lips, pressing one more kiss against them.
your voice is so soft and needy that he would almost feel bad if he didn’t agree with you. in this moment, he knows he has you exactly where he wants you. you feel the way his lips twitch up into a smile before he finally says the words you want to hear,
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