stalker!dex who knows exactly what toys you have, where they are, and which ones are your favourite. but when he breaks in he pretends he doesn't, so when you lie he's disappointed.
he's got you pinned down, your pants and underwear already discarded on the floor, your legs forcefully spread apart. he has an empty gun pointed at your head, but you don't need to know that he wouldn't shoot you, or that he can just throw it and kill you.
"either i shoot this pretty little head of yours... or you can show me how you touch yourself." he presses the barrel to your temple to emphasise his point.
"girl like you oughta have a vibrator laying around somewhere, yeah?" he tries so hard to not sound like a rabid dog, but with you finally in his hands and staring up at him like this it's practically impossible.
"i don't have one of those things- please just let me go," you whimper, shaking your head to try and convince him.
he pauses, still grinning but it doesn't go past his eyes. he sighs dramatically, pretending to be so upset with you.
there's no real reason for him to do this, he could just go to your bedroom and break the shitty lock on your bottom drawer and force the toy on you.
but... a part of him wants to see how much more work he'll have to put in to you being his, and lying isn't part of that deal.
"baby, i thought you'd be smarter than that. you think i don't see how stupid you get, coming home after work and pressing that pink little toy to your pussy?" he asks like he's genuinely expecting an answer.
"p-please- please don't hurt me. i'm so sorr-"
he shushes you, moving a stray hair out of your face with the end of the gun.
"it's okay, i know, i know." he says softly, before roughly hoisting you up and dragging you to your bedroom.
"shane i’m serious— stop." he’d been pawing at your body, trying to convince u to kindly take ur clothes off. but obviously you wouldn’t listen, and it was starting to piss him off.
"i don’t think you are," a small smirk on his lips but it was breaking slightly from his building up annoyance, his grip getting rougher as he grabbed ur jaw and forced u to face him — you could see the lust in his eyes mixing with irritation, a short and clipped breath leaving him and u shifted in ur spot to get away but he immediately pulled you back,
ur chest hitting his roughly, "you’re so fuckin’ needy all the other damn times— how about now, hm? you’re so fuckin’ selfish," the grip on ur jaw tightened and you winced quietly at it, your body aching from how hard he held you. "shane you’re hurting me…" a sharp bitter laugh left his lips, noticing how tears were beginning to gather in the corner of his eyes,
"well, how do you think i feel, hm? you’re breaking my heart, baby." his voice laced with faux offence as his hand slid down your body, under your skirt — the one Shane really liked, rough fingers trailing along the edge of your panties before he suddenly ripped them off — "Shane!—" a hand came over your mouth as you were suddenly manhandled onto ur front.
kicking in your spot but another one of his large hands kept your legs down for a moment. he crawled ontop of you, his body pinning ur own down and the sound of a belt unbuckling cause ur stomach to flip slightly, a sharp slap came down to your aching pussy — already embarrassingly wet… "you wanna be difficult? i’ll show you what badgirls get." without warning he shoved his cock inside of you, the stretch always stinging despite the countless times he’d taken you like this. immediately moving,
his hand moving off your mouth and instead to lock an arm around your throat, "gonna have you walkin’ funny for ages — then you’ll learn t’never say no." he promised, biting your neck just hard enough to leave evidence. one of his hands landed on your ass with a sharp slap, then another — there’d be bruises on you by the end of this..
stalker!dex + witnessing you go through a break up …
benjamin poindexter & f!reader
content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, obsession, ongoing stalking, reader is briefly in a toxic relationship, heartbreak, crying -> dacryphilia, m. masturbation, mention of violence & murder.
months ago, when benjamin first caught on to the fact that you were in a blossoming relationship, he was gracious enough to let your boyfriend keep his life. his apartment gained a few new holes in the walls, he trained harder than he should have, he took his frustration out on some poor bastards in alleyways … but he figured that was better than having real blood on his hands and seeing you distraught. he only saw it as a minor setback in his grand plan as opposed to something he should actually be worried about. even if he feels sick any and every time he had to watch that man touch you or barely make you cum.
it’s just that, things go sour quickly and you seem to be distraught regardless of his decision to not meddle with your life.
he’s not expecting to see you and this man who’s about to have missing posters up within a few business days argue every week through your windows and sheer curtains. he isn’t expecting to hear muffled yelling and crying through your thin apartment walls. your relationship makes it to five months before it crumbles entirely in one night, leaving you choking on your sobs and clutching your chest in your bed. every part of benjamin aches to make it better somehow.
but he can’t. he can’t bring himself to step out of the shadows yet.
instead he wonders what the problem was— he wonders how anyone could let his perfect girl slip through their fingers, but they don’t deserve you anyway. he would treasure you properly, he’s thought about it for what feels like forever. he would take all of your clinginess and cry baby tendencies in stride until his beaten up heart stops. his boots are heavy on the sidewalk as he paces outside your window from a safe distance, weighing his options and knowing he’ll act on none of them because you’re not ready yet, and he doesn’t trust himself to be as gentle as he probably should be if he gets his hands on you tonight.
once he gets home, he finds himself digging into his stash of collectibles. just a few things he’s managed to snatch up in the past year … two pairs of panties, a scrap of paper doused in your perfume, a page from your diary that he ripped right out, and a single frilly sock.
he picks the cotton pair. soft and pink and perfect to wrap around his fist as he squeezes his eyes shut and strokes his cock to the thought of your teary face underneath him. he can see the way your lips part with your hiccupy cries from earlier so clearly. it’s already engrained in his memory, and he imagines what they would sound like as he splits you open for the first time, nudging spots no one has ever showed you.
“my sweet girl,” he drawls out to no one but himself in his cold bedroom, various images of your big wet eyes and pouty lips flashing behind his eyelids. he curses himself for being too scared to take any pictures. his rough hand squeezes his cock as the soft material goes damp with his pre-cum, “keep crying— fuck, y’look so pretty … you don’t need anyone else but me, isn’t that right?”
except you don’t know that he exists.
and the next time you try to call your ex, it rings and rings and rings.
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,
Dex choking you while he pounds into you. Trying to see if you can cum before you pass out 🙂↕️🚬
oh my god.
warning: choking, rough sex, breath play
he's thrusting into you so sloppy as he has both hands around your neck, applying max pressure to ensure you start feeling dizzy. your legs were going to give out, you were sure, as you started to feel your whole body relax into the pleasure and pain of your airways getting blocked. "look at you, gettin' choked is making you even more wet. what a pervert." he mocks, going from uneven thrusts to relentlessly fucking you. everything he did was in hopes to get a reaction and when you quickly obliged by choking out sobs and moans at his merciless pace, it made him all the more close.
"yeah. gonna keep fuckin' you like this, maybe you'll cum before i fuck you unconscious." you aren't sure if it's the pleasure, pressure, or the words he's saying that makes you full body shiver but it's not like you can really think it through right now. "mffuckin' close, dex, please," you begged, tears rolling down your cheeks onto his hands, coaxing a moan out of him. "hold your fuckin' breath" he demands before dipping his head into the crook of your neck and sucking a dark mark. "you're mine. got it? can't breathe without me givin' you permission" is all you hear before you feel your vision fade out completely.
forced breeding with dex ... you told him that he needs to pull out before you did anything but he just can't handle it inside your wet cunt, saying breathless apologies, promising he didn't mean to do it. "ss' sorry baby, couldn't help it, jus' feel so good," as he's still thrusting into you, fucking the cum in and out as you sit there and take it, legs shaking and your eyes welling up with tears because it feels so good.
r-18. ୭౿ stepdad dex eating u up after a small injury
"oh, sweetpea..." he coos at your skinned knee. you hiccup, pursing your lips together. big doe eyes trying to hold back pearls of tears. "you ought to be careful, did you forget?"
he gently caressed the hair on the top of your head before sweeping it out of your face. you were sitting on the stairs of the porch. pastel-colored chalk scattered around in front of you, rolleskates hanging loosely on your feet.
he then crouched down, untying them before slipping them off. his hand was warm on your ankle but somehow it couldn't make you feel better :( legs where shaking from the impact of you falling, pearls of tears dropping down in your lap from your face.
"s'okay, let me take care of you." he slid his hand under your knee, other one steadily on your back as he lifted you up to take you inside. he places you on the sofa, like a little flower. "gonna patch you up and make you feel real good, okay?"
he grabbed a first aid kit and set it down next to you. he lathers the wound with some antibiotic ointment, making you flinch and squirm around under him.
"'s okay sweets. you're doing good." he placed a gauze pad on your knee and gently wrapped it around with a bandage. then he kissed it. "all done. you're such a brave girl. i've got something for ya."
he reached in his pocket and pulled out a red colored lollipop and your eyes lit up, small hands reaching for it. he unwrapped it and held it to your mouth. "can you get it wet f'me doll?" you swirled your tongue around it while grabbing the stick. "good girl. see? already better." he played with the waistband of your shorts before slowly slipping it down your thighs and legs. your legs were closed. he gently massaged your thighs, closer and closer to your little cunny that was now exposed to him. the draught from the open windows felt harsh on your sensitive parts, and even caused goosebumps on your arms. "cold, honey? let me warm y'up, hm?" he slowly bent down, warm hand slipping up your thigh to pull your lips apart, exposing your glistening sweetness to him. he started to place kisses on your clit, then rewarded you with a few kitten licks. tongue barely even touching you. he would be so gentle, always. you unconsciously shifted your legs apart for him, giving him room to eat you up more.
"can i have some?" he eyed the lollipop. before you could agree, he slipped it out of your mouth with a wet pop and he would swirl it against your sensitive cunt, up and down. the sensation made you feel icky but you couldn't help bucking your hips up :( it felt too good. icky felt good.
then he's slowly pushing it into your little pulsing hole, just enough to stretch it out, no more. just to keep it stretched. he wouldn't want to pop your cherry just yet.
his tongue laps at you again, then swirling and you can't stop squirming under him. the pressure in your lower belly is starting to ache and you're almost there. almost there. you keep chanting how good it feels and he keeps working his tongue, keeps slipping the lollipop just enough for you to feel the stretch of it.
then when you're cumming he slips it out finally to make sure he can drink you up. you're whining so loud, and he hums and talks you through it. "that's it pretty, gimme all of it. good girl."
when you're down from your high, he kisses your cunt goodbye. then he gets up to kiss your face all over, stuffing your lollipop back in your open mouth, but you're too gone to even realize it so he has to hold it in there because it'd just fall out.
"fuck.." you sigh rolling your head back.
"hey. language." he gives you a sharp look. you immediately just hide your face in the crook of his neck, pecking it and humming.
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