Cockwarm but you have to pee but uh im too comfortable on your cock sorry can you just wait a bit longer… yeah don’t worry I’ll let you pull out soon just… oh fuck uh, oh shit it feels warm oh god oh god oh god yeah, no no keep it in. Im so sorry….. fuckkkk
Tighten the collar round my neck and just watch my brains go melting away. Yank me around on the leash and I'll move wherever you want without resistance. I'll beg you to hit me, to hurt me, to do what you want to me as long as I can feel you. Shove it in my mouth and I'll take it all like a good girl, I'll choke however much you want me to. Just make me bark and I'll be yours forever, humping against your leg just to feel you <3 make me brainless
Now that I fully embraced my dog dom side, the idea of letting my sub pick out a collar and leash that’s purely for show has been stuck on my mind. So many assume that if I wear those things and let my sub be the one to have a grip on it that I must be a sub myself right? Wrong.
I don’t care if anyone thinks that they have some type of control over me, or about getting plenty of questionable stares seeing something big like me being tugged around by them. They know once we’re behind closed doors that’s not the case. Plus, how else are they gonna show off their new guard dog hm?
What else are they going to pull mindlessly on when they futility try to pull me away from their sore cunt when they get too sensitive? Or use to hold onto whatever sanity they have left when they’re pinned under me, covered in scratch marks and drool from me constantly rutting load after load into their precious little holes?
I think that’s plenty of reason to have one and i’m sure you’d love to be the one to find out what it’s like to be the breeding fuckmutt I ruin and break in after reading this, wouldn’t you darling?
the worst writing crime you can ever commit in my opinion is watering down the dirty talk because you’re self-conscious that it sounds like it’s from a bad porno…..i cannot stress this enough……leave it alone. the moment you tell yourself he would not fucking say that you’re doomed. people will say almost anything if their dick is hard enough
I would suck it so fucking good holy shit. spank it till its red and he’s sobbing and asking me to let him touch me because he just needs me that bad. fuckfuckfuckc
pervert dex who takes photos of you sleeping and jerks off to them
god this is my weakness. stalker, creepy, pervert dex 😵💫 THANK YOU. lmk if you enjoy hehe <3 as always comments and reblogs are super appreciated xoxo
im looking at you
benjamin 'dex' poindexter x reader, bullseye x reader
cw: possessive, stalker and voyeuristic behavior, dex takes pictures of you without consent, perv!boyf dex, hints of sub!dex, masterbation. content is 18+, MINORS DNI
he doesn't know what he would do if you were to find out about it, theres really no reasonable justification as to why he keeps doing it
specially now that he's your boyfriend
and the thing is- dex doesn't think you would understand either, that months before you ever gave him the time of day, before you were even aware of his existence, these kind of pictures were the only thing he had
the only thing that could satisfy his need for you when he was laying by himself in bed, surrounded by the cold and dark of his apartment, his hand pathetically shoved down his underwear, tugging at himself mercilessly, tormented and enchanted by the way you were smiling at strangers all fucking day as he stalked behind you
back then they were horridly blurry pictures, taken from outside your window and across the street with a professional camera, zoomed in to a degree that distorted what he can now capture so fucking beautifully and up close with just his phone
the softness of the skin, the texture of your hair, the detailed fabric of your night shorts, the peaceful and unknowing look on your face, your enticingly parted mouth
its just too good of an opportunity to pass, theres an itch that needs scratching
dex shuffles awake at night to stand at the foot of his bed, his breath shaky and nervous, dick painfully hard as he snaps picture after picture of your sleeping form
sometimes he’ll even reach out to carefully grab at your ankles to reposition you the way he likes, to expose more of you to him, he smiles something vile and disgusting when he’s satisfied with his work and taps on that little white button on his screen
its no wonder that dex’s collection has been growing at an alarming rate ever since you’ve started staying the night at his
.
dex’s phone vibrates mere moments before he was about to spill ropes and ropes of his spent all over his hand, your name uttered in shameless desperation from his mouth
he was doing it again, jerking off to the most recent picture he took of you sleeping, his new favorite one if the way he was close to coming in only a few minutes of tugging at himself was any indication
dex answers the call with a frustrated groan when he hears you greet him at the other end of the line, far too cheery in your tone, he can also hear the muffled booming music from the bar you’re at and that makes him seethe with jealousy
“i thought you said i wasn’t allowed to call" dex argues with an angry cock of his brow and a twitch of his jaw that you cant even see
it was his punishment, because the last time you went out with friends dex kept calling you several times during the night, asking where you were at all times, who you were with, what time you were planning to head back, if you wanted him to come pick you up...
“you’re not” you answer simply, firmly “doesn’t mean i cant call you, dex”
dex huffs out, something resentful but also incredibly turned on, your commanding voice, the control you wield over him, the thought of you wanting to speak to him even when you're out with friends, its enough to make him resume his tantalizing strokes around his dick
but then-
“what are you doing?” you ask him so suddenly that his hand immediately pauses mid stroke, panic floods his entire being, he know you’re far away but for a moment he felt as if you were watching him through his window
y'know- the same way he's done with you countless times before you started dating, and still to this day
“looking at you” dex answers impulsively, at a loss for anything else to say when he's drunk on the impending release of tension from below his abdomen
its not a lie but not completely the truth either
he immediately regrets his words though, he scrunches his eyes shut in embarrassment of his little slip up
“looking at me?” you answer, kind of angry at him, but still far less put off and weirded out than what he expected “dex are you following me again?”
dex’s breathing falters at your disapproving tone, his brows worry but his hand keeps stroking, faster, so much harder
“no i- i meant- i'm looking at a picture of you” he answers, his voice tight with restraint as he stares at pixels of you on his laptop screen
he really is just digging a deeper hole for him to die in
“oh? what picture?” you ask immediately, he can practically hear the way you're smiling too, so obviously aware of the fact that he's touching himself
“you know um-" dex blinks a few times, rattled at your insisting inquiry, he brings up his hand momentarily to nervously run it all over his face "the one i took of you the other day at the park when we-“
“oh really?” you interrupt, your knowing laugh makes dex immediately break out into a cold sweat
“so not the one you took of me while i was sleeping? you’re not jerking off to that one?" you ask, your voice syrupy sweet even when you're accusing him of something so nasty
dex has to take a moment to breathe, his eyes go big as he stares into the emptiness of his room in shock, he sits upright while his leaking, painfully hardened dick is now neglected
"wait, baby- i can explain-" dex stutters, his voice wavering in utter humiliation and panic
“you’re gonna have to get more sneaky about it if you want me to let you keep taking those photos dex"
obsessed with your voice dex would totally jerk himself off when otp with you.
you’d be laying on your bed, talking dex’s ears off about your frustrating work day. you’d hear the occasional, “mhm..” “oh man that sucks..” “im sorry that happened to you baby.” from dex as you blabber. soon dex becomes quiet, his responses lessen, and you hear his breathing become heavier and louder. “hey babe, are you okay?” you ask, curious as to his change in demeanor. on the other side of the phone, dex is fisting himself as he pumps his hand up and down his cock dripping of pre cum. “m-mhm.. just keep talking baby…” he groans. dex tries his best to hold in his moans but he can’t help but let a few slip out. you try to ignore it, playing coy. sometimes you stop talking for a new seconds to hear his needy whimpers for you. “b-baby… where’d you g-go..?” as the slick sound of his hand going down his cock fills the background noise. dex’s chest rises as he waits for you to keep talking before he jerks himself off again, edging himself to the cadence of your arousing voice. you hear him picking up his pace and his heavy breathing taking over his audio. you hear a groan and know he finished all over his stomach. his cum spewing from his sensitive tip and his head thrown back in pleasure. “thank you baby… thank you so much..” dex says breathlessly.
I need you young people to know it was almost never this hot when I was a child. Millennials and Gen Xers are all nostalgic and excited about summer because it was about ten to twenty degrees cooler to experience it back then!
I cannot express to you how FAST it has gone. I grew up in a world that does not exist now.
We're starting on the path to reverse it, globally. You might not know how much solar has EXPLODED in the last decade or two. It's gone from a side thing, a weirdo novelty that was just Not Viable... to whole countries investing in infrastructure.
but we have to keep fighting big oil and fascism everywhere we can in order to keep on this road to a new better less scorching burning earth.
But any time you wonder wtf the weather is doing- THIS IS NOT NORMAL, NO. THIS IS NOT WHAT IT WAS EVEN TWENTY YEARS AGO.
stalker jerking off to the innocent pictures he took of you without you knowing. stroking himself slowly, obsessively, cumming to the pictures of you smiling, walking, just existing.
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