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Do we fuck with this gang? Do we fuck with it?🥹
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The Astronaut Wives Club S01E04
The Astronaut Wives Club S01E04
━━╋━ 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙩 💭 .
[...]⠀⠀┄ ⠀ a lonely, socially isolated benjamin poindexter becomes unexpectedly fixated on a small pink bracelet worn by a kind barista. what begins as an awkward misunderstanding turns into the first genuinely warm interaction dex has had in years, when you gifts him the bracelet and treats him with a kindness he doesn't believe he deserves.
❝ including ⠀! ⠀benjamin poindexter. ◟ warnings ⠀! ⠀part 1 of series, fem reader, yandere dex, fbi dex, fluff maybe? masterlist, english is not my first language 𖹭⠀⠀❞⠀
The bracelet is pink.
That’s it.
That’s the whole fucking problem.
Not you.
Not your smile.
Not the way your voice sounds soft enough to make his chest ache.
The bracelet.
Pink stones around your wrist.
Small.
Glossy.
Translucent under the café lights like little pieces of skinned flesh dipped in sugar.
Dex notices it the second he walks in and then his brain clamps onto it so hard it feels physical. Like teeth sinking into tendon.
Great.
Fantastic.
Another thing to obsess over.
He should leave.
He knows he should leave.
The coffee shop is crowded and loud and smells like burnt espresso beans and wet jackets and somebody’s cloying perfume two tables over. Every sound crashes into him separately instead of blending together normally.
The espresso machine screams.
Silverware scrapes ceramic.
Somebody taps their nails against a laptop keyboard too fast.
A guy near the door keeps sniffling every twelve seconds exactly and Dex notices every single one.
Twelve seconds.
Sniff.
Twelve seconds.
Sniff.
His head already hurts.
He shouldn’t have come here.
Should’ve stayed home.
No. Home is worse.
Home breathes.
Home makes noises at night.
Not real noises. Just settling pipes and creaking walls and neighbors moving around upstairs but his brain stretches every sound open until it becomes something alive. The apartment feels like the inside of a body sometimes. Warm and airless and rotting slowly around him.
So he came here instead.
And now there’s you.
Pink bracelet.
His eyes drift toward it again immediately.
Fuck.
Stop staring.
He looks away.
One second later his eyes slide right back to your wrist.
Fuck.
You’re moving behind the counter, smiling at customers while steam curls around you in pale ghost shapes. The café lights catch against the bracelet every time you move your hand.
Pink.
Pink.
Pink.
His brain starts tracing the movement automatically.
Trajectory.
Distance.
Speed.
The beads hit against your wrist softly every time you reach for something.
Click-click-click.
His fingers twitch against his coffee cup.
Don’t stare.
He stares.
He tells himself he’ll stop after one more second.
Then another.
Then another.
It feels good.
That’s the embarrassing part.
The bracelet quiets something in his head for a second. The noise around him dulls whenever he focuses on it. Like his brain finally found one clean line in a room full of screaming static.
You laugh at something a customer says.
Dex’s eyes jerk upward automatically.
And there it is again.
That smile.
Jesus.
You smile like you don’t know what people are capable of.
Like nobody’s ever bled on your hands before.
His stomach twists strangely.
Look away before she notices.
Too late.
You’re already walking toward him.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Dex straightens immediately in his seat without meaning to. His spine locks rigid. He looks down at the coffee cup like maybe if he avoids eye contact hard enough you’ll leave.
“Do you need anything, sir?”
Too close.
Your voice is too close.
Warm.
Soft.
He can smell vanilla syrup on your clothes.
“No,” he says too quickly. “No, I’m okay. Thank you.”
Weird.
Too fast.
You definitely noticed that.
Your eyes narrow slightly.
“Then why do you keep staring at me?”
There it is.
He fucked up.
Heat floods his neck instantly.
His grip tightens around the paper cup hard enough to bend it inward with a soft crunch.
Everybody heard that.
Now everybody’s looking.
Nobody is actually looking but it feels like they are. Feels like the entire café just turned toward him all at once.
Creep.
Weirdo.
Psycho.
His heartbeat starts slamming too hard.
Say something normal.
Normal people know how to do this.
“Well— I—”
Jesus Christ.
Spit it out.
Your expression shifts slightly.
Not angry.
Guarded.
Like you’re already preparing yourself to leave.
That feeling hits him somewhere ugly and soft inside his ribcage.
“No, it’s not—it’s not like that,” he says quickly.
Too quickly.
Now he sounds defensive.
Good job.
You made it worse.
“Then what is it?” you ask.
His thoughts jam together immediately.
Words never come out right when people are looking directly at him.
Too many things happening at once.
Your eyes.
Your voice.
The noise in the café.
The smell of coffee.
The bracelet.
Pink.
Focus.
“It’s just your bracelet,” he blurts out finally.
You blink.
“My bracelet?”
“Yeah.”
Too blunt.
He should explain more.
Why can’t he ever fucking explain things correctly?
“What about it?” you ask slowly.
He notices your shoulders tightening slightly.
You think he’s lying.
You think he’s dangerous.
Maybe he is.
The thought flashes through him fast and cold.
No.
Stop.
“It’s just…” His throat feels tight suddenly. “It’s a nice color.”
Silence.
God.
That sounded pathetic.
A grown man staring at a waitress because of a bracelet.
You’re definitely gonna walk away now.
Instead your eyes widen slightly.
“Oh.”
Color rushes into your cheeks almost immediately.
Dex stares before he can stop himself.
Pretty.
The thought arrives sharp and sudden.
Too pretty.
roommate dex who you hear masturbating and whining your name in the shower when he thinks you’re still at work 😋
NAUGHTY!!!!!!! roommate dex who can't even make eye contact with you when he asks for trivial things around the apartment, who averts his eyes in a panic if he catches you walking around with just a towel covering your naked body, who goes red at the face in near blinding rage when you plead for him to let you use the apartment to bring dates over, roommate dex who sleeps in your bed whenever you spend the night away because he misses you so much he end up crying against your pillow
discreetly slipping dex your panties out in public.
he’d definitely be mostly calm and collected but his pupils would dilate and there’d be a slight waver in his breath, and he’d definitely threaten in a whisper that he’ll take you right there in front of everyone since that seems to be what you want
he's just soooo easy to rattle in that sense, its hard not to want to push his buttons all the fucking time, even if it may not show outwardly, the moment you start to tease dex out in public you know his 'easy going' demeanor is at risk of falling completely, his eyes go black as they stare at you with the kind of antagonistic intensity usually reserved for someone like matt murdock, and all you do is fucking beam at him, it makes his blood boil, that you want to ridicule, taunt him like this, his knuckles crack with how hard he's gripping the fabric of your underwear inside his pocket, dex's breathing is shaky, "whats this little stunt mean?" he asks with a suspicious squint of his eyes, gulping back a knot in his throat as he continues whispering "you want me to fuck you out here for everyone to see? is that it?" he smirks, says it to scare you off, to gain some semblance of dominance over the situation, but the reality is that dex has fantasized about doing exactly that from your very first outing with him, and every single one after too
“just the tip” with dex oh my god
you teased the tip of dex's cock against your cunt, gathering your arousal as you dragged him slowly back and forth. his breath landed shakily on your neck, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips in desperation. biting your lip in anticipation, you let out a moan when his length hitched on your sensitive little clit. dex watched you obsessively, falling right into a trance, groaning your name when you positioned his pearling head at your entrance. "please, honey, need to be inside you." you cooed at him, “awww,” planting a filthy kiss on his swollen lips. you slipped his tip inside your warm, soaking pussy and felt him twitch, veins pumping and length further hardening. "fuck," dex sighed, sweat beading, dripping down his carved chest as you ground your hips, teasing him to insanity. "'s okay, baby? just the tip's okay?" you blinked up at him, blindingly beautiful smile on your lips. dex whined shamelessly, head falling back against the headboard.
Dex using his accuracy but for cute things.
Asking him to pass you a teabag and instead of taking those few extra steps he just throws it in your mug for you.
Forgetting to turn off the lights before going to bed and instead of letting you get up he just balls up a sock and throws it at the light switch. The clothes hamper now sits nicely under the light so he’s not overwhelmed by clothes on the ground when it inevitably happens again.
He never misses your mouth when he kisses you. Always right on the money!
You’re having a bad day, walking down the street. Maybe something happened at work. The pocket of your jacket suddenly feels heavier than just a few seconds prior. You put your hand in your pocket only to pull out your favourite candy. You look around, even up at fire escapes and windows. You don’t know where he is but he’s definitely around!
In summer, you make it your mission to get him to toss your sunglasses onto your face. Tipping your chin up as you dig into your beach bag for sunscreen, asking so sweetly if he could put your sunglasses on.
He does it, of course, and gets all that more smitten as you beam towards him. The frames sitting proudly on the end of your nose.
I’m sappy rn
I can't even be mad or grossed out about that first clip cause like me too, wilson. Me too😔😔😔
a bad man - benjamin poindexter [part 1]
summary: you hated him and you hated what he had done but that didn't even stop you from doing what you wanted deep down
word counter and tw: (1,9k) smut, age-gap, injuries
The room was in semi-darkness, lit only by the orange light of a streetlamp filtering through the broken window. The air smelled of dried blood, sweat, and that faint metallic scent Dex always left in his wake.
You were sitting on the wooden chair, legs crossed and arms pressed tightly against your chest, as if trying to contain the rage eating you alive. In front of you, on the makeshift bed, lay Dex.
Asleep. Vulnerable. And that only made you angrier.
OHHHH DEX WHIMPERING OUT "OH FUCK" AFTER MATT THROWS HIM ON THE PEWS OH IM BRICKEDDD
18+ benjamin poindexter is big, needy, and pathetic.
at first you were afraid of what bullseye can do.
you didn’t know benjamin poindexter, but you knew of that other side of him. the blood on his hands that he acted like didn’t exist or just didn’t care to dwell on. how capable he is of destruction that it followed him everywhere he went.
but then he met you.
well, first he followed you. he found your address and place of work. found your parents house and your coworkers husband who stared too long at you when he picked up his wife.
dex watched you walk home from afar because someone should make sure you’re safe, right?
but you’re attentive and when he starts to get closer, you notice him. he’s not hard to miss, all that muscle mass and that deafening stare. you lock eyes with him at the grocery store. then, at your local coffee shop when he lifted his hat and visibly gulped. he finally builds up the courage to talk to you then and buys you a cup of coffee, plus some sweet pastry because he knew you hadn’t eaten yet, even though you didn’t tell him.
though when he slips up that the gym by your house is nice, you just knew.
“did i mention i lived around there?” you blink at him.
his smile reaches his eyes, crinkling beautifully. “i believe so.”
calling his bluff and inching closer, you press on, “i believe you’ve been following me, Benjamin.”
everything in his face drops and his expression falters. “no… i just—i saw you and i thought,”
“—it’s okay,” you smile, lifting your drink and sipping slowly. eye’s glued to his as they began to soften. “i can learn things too. really interesting things officer.”
he blinks hard, “i didn’t tell you about my job…”
“and yet? you’d be surprised how much information you can find online.”
the words die in his mouth and he’s left dumbfounded and speechless. still, he stays and he asks for number. you give him it. you could ask him to anything and he’ll say yes or soundlessly change the odds so they’re all in your favour. it’s not coercion and it’s almost worse than obsession, but the control is all in your hands. he is at your beck and call willingly.
so when he you’re mad at him, he doesn’t know what to do. he just falls apart.
A necessary sting
Ben Poindexter x GN/AFAB reader
📣 Notes: This one is for that request and for a sweet anon who said they have been scouring the seven seas for content like this; we're so glad you're satisfied with the writing beautiful. We don't post the messages any of you send, but keep in mind we read them all and we're so grateful for your sweet words, all of you are so wonderful. 𖹭
Tags: Top Dex - GN/AFAB reader - Unprotected sex - Pussy slapping - Mini squirt - Obsessive behavior - Attachment issues - DDBA Dex - Dark topics
Wet spots guide — Ben Poindexter x Reader
Tags: Sub Dex - Female reader - Inexperienced Dex - Oral sex ( f receives ) - Panty kink - Panty licking - Panty eating (?) - Praise kink - Established relationship
don’t move (ben poindexter x reader)
dex brings home a camera. starts with an intimate photoshoot and ends with him between your legs.
warnings?: oral (reader recieving), kissing, they both horny as hell, polaroid camera photoshoot, fbi dex.
he doesn’t say anything at first.
dex just stands there in the doorway, watching. some habits are hard to break.
you’re turned slightly toward his mirror, fingers grazing the lace hem of your black vintage babydoll, tilting your head like you’re trying to decide if you like what you see. his bedroom is dim, only the warm lamp on his nightstand illuminating you, you looked like something unearthly.
he notices everything, he always does. the way the fabric shifts when you breathe. the slight arch in your back. the matching black lace underwear that he can get glimpses of when you turn to look at your back side. you’re completely unaware he’s home. you look pleased with your self, you feel pretty.
“…you’re in my room.” dex breaks the silence.
his voice is calm, flat. he opens the door, leaning against the door frame. his arms folded across his chest.
you turn, startled for half a second before relaxing. “you scared me.” you pout.
“i didn’t mean to.”
you roll your eyes a little, but there’s a smile there.
“how was your day?” you ask, sauntering towards him.
his gaze lingers on you not shy, not flustered but like he’s trying to memorize the way you look right now.
“better now that i’m with you” he says truthfully. he wouldn’t know what he would do without his north star.
“I got you something.” and a glint forms in your eyes to which he smiles.
he turns and walks out before you can even ask what he means.
you blink and follow him with your eyes as he leaves, your attention catching just briefly on his back. the way his black t-shirt pulls across his shoulders, your boyfriend is so hot.
when he comes back, he’s holding something black and boxy in his large hands.
“a guy at work didn’t want it anymore,” he says, holding it out like it’s nothing. but it was everything to you.
you take it, turning it over in your hands. a vintage polaroid camera.
you feel dex’s stare as you switch on the camera, it comes to life with a high pitch sound.
there’s a pause.
You glance up at him. “why give it to me?”
“…why not.” he says quietly. you were perfect in dex’s eyes, an angel who sat on his shoulder.
you smile a little, “okay… then take a picture.”
he hesitates. the tip of his ears lightly getting flushed.
then he steps closer, taking the camera back, adjusting it with careful hands. “stay like that.”
oh he’s into it now.
you laugh lightly. “like what?”
“don’t move.” he murmurs, looking through the viewfinder.
the click is quiet. the photo slides out slowly, and he watches it develop like it’s something important. then hands it to you.
you both lean in slightly to look at it, resting your hands against his forearms. your shoulder brushes his chest.
“take another,” you say, barely above a whisper now. inching backwards to lay on the bed. you lean back on your arms. tilting you head a little. you pout into the camera, eyes on dex.
this time, dex doesn’t need to see through the viewfinder to click. once it slides out, you pull him by his wrist onto the bed, he’s on his knees between your legs. he clicks another one, selfishly aiming for your cleavage.
you take the camera from his hands and turn it towards him. he lets you photograph him shockingly.
click. another one. the flash causing red eye effect on his pretty eyes. you notice as the photo slides out he wasn’t even looking into the lens, but at you.
you put the camera next to you, and pull him down to smash his lips onto yours. you both exhale into the kiss.
“i put this on for you” you murmer between kisses talking about the nightie.
he bites your lower lip letting out a chuckle. “beautiful” he whispers, he leans into your neck. breathing in your scent, “stunning” he smiles.
you let out a soft moan, with your hands you feel for the camera and try to click a photo of him kissing your neck. he gets shy not looking up till you put the camera back down.
the photos begin to blur together, some of them of you laying back on the bed, the strap of your nightie slipping off your shoulder till it’s completely gone, your tits on display. one in particular was your favorite, you had your head resting against his shoulder, his shirt long gone as well and while you looked at the lens. dex was looking at you.
a few flashes later, handful of polaroids littered on the bed.
the room gets quieter.
at some point, you’re not really taking pictures anymore, you’re just holding the camera between you, neither of you quite letting go.
dex puts the camera to the side and lays you on your back. he places kisses all over your naked chest. lightly rubbing circles on your ribs. your hands go to his hair. running your hands through his short soft dirty blonde hair.
you let out soft breathy moans when he kisses down your stomach and around your pelvis.
the second his lips kissed your pussy, you arched your back and tried grabbing onto literally anything. he quite literally made out with your pussy as you let out whines and incoherent words.
“dex oh god” you yelped.
god knows how, but you mustered up your strength and reached to grab the camera and tilt it down.
without caring you clicked on the capture button, a flash of light filled the room. and a second later dex thrusted two fingers into your hole.
you dropped the camera onto the bed, lost in the feeling of dex’s tongue and hands.
dex knew you were right at the edge, he lifted himself up, his fingers still keeping up a menacing pace. he tapped the side of your thigh and whispered “let go baby”
your’e body went limp as you rode out your orgasm. dex got off the bed to take off his bottoms. in the mean time, eager to see the photo you took moments before. you pick up the polaroid and let out a light gasp at the sight.
your legs wide open, dex’s arms gripping your thighs and his sandy hair between your legs. his back muscles were taut, and his shoulders and biceps flexing hard.
“this one is nice” he smirks joining you on the bed.
you nod admiring it till you doze off on dex’s chest not before mumbling a “thank you”.
you loved your boyfriend.
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idc i am recreating that priscilla photoshoot scene with my future man, its so so hot its my kinky dream. hope you enjoyed thnxxxx for reading 📸.