azalea!

[saintlea]

ℑ’𝔪 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡…

…ℑ’𝔪 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔡.ᐟ

i’m az or lea .ᐟ 8teen. navi ༒ m.list | rules | confessions.

sexual content made. viewer discretion is advised . i am not to be held responsible if you proceed.

please enjoy your stay.

© SAINTLEA 𝟐𝟎𝟐6. ‎do not copy, translate, or claim any of my work as your own, or feed my work into ai.

[saintlea]

warnings -> ummm u need to pee and he makes u hold it? idk if that’s piss kink rly. squirting, penetration, slight headlock position

i deny all piss kink allegations!……however ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

“i need to pee,” you interrupted, moving to stand — but his arm tightened around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer, pressing your back to his chest.

“dex. i need to pee.”

he hummed in understanding, arm not loosening, jaw nuzzled perfectly into the crook of your need.

“how bad?”

you squirmed.

“so bad, get off.” you groaned, pushing at his arms but he just used the arm you were led on to wrap around your front — essentially a headlock, but too loose to be restrict any air — sliding his nose over the shell of your ear.

“you can hold it for me, right?” he whispered, a shiver going down your spine as you felt the heaviness of your bladder. his left hand slid down your stomach, into your shorts.

“right?” he pressed, arm finally wrapping around your neck to jostle you a little.

“y-yeah. i can hold it.” you mumbled, feeling his hand slide through your slick folds, pressing your clit with a pressure that made your head spin.

dex tightened his arm around you before drawing maddeningly slow figure eights on your clit, soft sighs leaving your lips. a certain stroke made your bladder flutter, threatening to almost.

you whined, pushing at his arm. “dex, seriously. please, i need to pee.”

he scoffed. “hold it.” he demanded, rougher this time, pressing you into his chest as his fingers sped. “c’mon, don’t make a mess. you can hold it for me, can’t you?” he cooed mockingly, kissing up your neck and jaw. his middle and ring finger slipped in, making your jaw drop with a soft mewl, nuzzling into the crook of his arm.

but they slipped out quick as they did in, hands moving to push down your shorts and his boxers.

“dex—“ he shushed you with another jostle, sliding his tip through your folds before notching into your entrance, sliding in with ease that made a soft noise fall from you and a deep groan from him. he hooked your leg over his, digging his heels into the mattress before setting a steady pace that made you want to cry.

with every deep, steady roll of his hips, you could feel the mushroom tip of his cock jostling the heaviness of your bladder. you whined with a squirm, feeling it quiver as you bucked your hips.

“i know baby, need to go so bad, don’t you?” he pressed on your lower abdomen. you shivered, pee threatening as tears gathered along your waterline with a desperate nod.

“fuck, can feel you holding it in, baby. squeezin’ me so fucking tight. doin’ so good for me.” he growled, pressing down on your stomach in a way that had your bladder wobbling.

you cried, gasping as you clenched harder around him, his arm clamped firmly around your neck, cheek smushed against his bicep.

“dex, pleasepleasepleaseplease. ‘m gonna pee.” you pleaded desperately, nails digging into his arm.

he shook his head, kissing your jaw and then cheek. “hold it just a little longer okay? then you can go.” he huffed, hand relieving you of momentary pressure to grab your hip, chasing his own high.

you panted, pleasure tickling up your spine with a shudder. your cunt fluttered around his thick cock, drool coating his bicep. his hand left your hip to press against your throbbing clit.

“you’re so close, sweetheart. i know, come on. you can let go.” he coaxed, eyes never leaving your flushed and scrunched up face.

with another wobble of your bladder you couldn’t take it anymore, going over the edge with a sob that was part relief and part humiliation — a sound that made dex’s cock swell — clenching around him desperately as you finished all over his thighs and the sheets, vaguely hearing his hushed coos and the feeling of his warmth filling.

“look at that, baby. made such a messy for me. dirty girl.”

[saintlea]

to everyone commenting on this and actually verbalising their appreciation or enjoyment — any way see fit — ur why i do it. thank u for all the support. more stuff soon…ehehehehh

[saintlea]

warnings -> ummm u need to pee and he makes u hold it? idk if that’s piss kink rly. squirting, penetration, slight headlock position

i deny all piss kink allegations!……however ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

“i need to pee,” you interrupted, moving to stand — but his arm tightened around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer, pressing your back to his chest.

“dex. i need to pee.”

he hummed in understanding, arm not loosening, jaw nuzzled perfectly into the crook of your need.

“how bad?”

you squirmed.

“so bad, get off.” you groaned, pushing at his arms but he just used the arm you were led on to wrap around your front — essentially a headlock, but too loose to be restrict any air — sliding his nose over the shell of your ear.

“you can hold it for me, right?” he whispered, a shiver going down your spine as you felt the heaviness of your bladder. his left hand slid down your stomach, into your shorts.

“right?” he pressed, arm finally wrapping around your neck to jostle you a little.

“y-yeah. i can hold it.” you mumbled, feeling his hand slide through your slick folds, pressing your clit with a pressure that made your head spin.

dex tightened his arm around you before drawing maddeningly slow figure eights on your clit, soft sighs leaving your lips. a certain stroke made your bladder flutter, threatening to almost.

you whined, pushing at his arm. “dex, seriously. please, i need to pee.”

he scoffed. “hold it.” he demanded, rougher this time, pressing you into his chest as his fingers sped. “c’mon, don’t make a mess. you can hold it for me, can’t you?” he cooed mockingly, kissing up your neck and jaw. his middle and ring finger slipped in, making your jaw drop with a soft mewl, nuzzling into the crook of his arm.

but they slipped out quick as they did in, hands moving to push down your shorts and his boxers.

“dex—“ he shushed you with another jostle, sliding his tip through your folds before notching into your entrance, sliding in with ease that made a soft noise fall from you and a deep groan from him. he hooked your leg over his, digging his heels into the mattress before setting a steady pace that made you want to cry.

with every deep, steady roll of his hips, you could feel the mushroom tip of his cock jostling the heaviness of your bladder. you whined with a squirm, feeling it quiver as you bucked your hips.

“i know baby, need to go so bad, don’t you?” he pressed on your lower abdomen. you shivered, pee threatening as tears gathered along your waterline with a desperate nod.

“fuck, can feel you holding it in, baby. squeezin’ me so fucking tight. doin’ so good for me.” he growled, pressing down on your stomach in a way that had your bladder wobbling.

you cried, gasping as you clenched harder around him, his arm clamped firmly around your neck, cheek smushed against his bicep.

“dex, pleasepleasepleaseplease. ‘m gonna pee.” you pleaded desperately, nails digging into his arm.

he shook his head, kissing your jaw and then cheek. “hold it just a little longer okay? then you can go.” he huffed, hand relieving you of momentary pressure to grab your hip, chasing his own high.

you panted, pleasure tickling up your spine with a shudder. your cunt fluttered around his thick cock, drool coating his bicep. his hand left your hip to press against your throbbing clit.

“you’re so close, sweetheart. i know, come on. you can let go.” he coaxed, eyes never leaving your flushed and scrunched up face.

with another wobble of your bladder you couldn’t take it anymore, going over the edge with a sob that was part relief and part humiliation — a sound that made dex’s cock swell — clenching around him desperately as you finished all over his thighs and the sheets, vaguely hearing his hushed coos and the feeling of his warmth filling you.

“look at that, baby. made such a messy for me. dirty girl.”

[saintlea]

i like my degrading so mean i gotta question if we’re actually gonna argue now

[yunyuu]

[saintlea]

me after finally getting that “Excuse me?” from him bc now the fun startssss ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

[saintlea]

oh nothing just stalker!bullseye and babydoll!reader ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

stalker!bullseye who from the second his calculating gaze landed on you, in all your glittery, unsuspecting glory, was fixated. He just knew you had to be his. The thought of another man getting to experience that sweet, soft smile and those gentle hands, made violence stir in his chest.

stalker!bullseye who follows you around the entire city whenever he gets the chance. He knows your coffee order and what cafe you like. He knows the passcode to your apartment complex and when you get home. He knows your routine. He knows your relationships. He knows you. Better than anyone else, he’s sure.

stalker!bullseye who positions himself directly in your path as you leave the cafe like any regular morning. He bumps into you, making you spill your coffee all over the floor. And he swore he could feel his heart wretch at your sad pout from your coffee being all ruined!!! :(((

stalker!bullseye who insisted on buying you a new one, profusely apologising saying that he was an utter klutz—a lie, his reflexes are sublime—as you walked back into the cafe. Together, this time. The thought made him so hard he jerked off in the cafe bathroom the second you left, picturing your pretty little face looking up at him.

stalker!dex who then worms into babydoll!readers life, playing the gentleman role like he hasn’t left an impression on the fire escape from how long he stands there staring at you through the window. He takes his time “getting to know you”, as you put it. None the wiser to the fact he knew every little thing about you.

stalker!dex who jerks himself off on a rooftop after taking you on a date, watching you through your bedroom window as you touch yourself. He watches the way your hand moved, matching the pace you gave yourself. Imagining he was there, being the one to please you. He watches your brows knit, the way your jaw slackened. The way your lips twisted in a way that he swore resembled his name.

stalker!dex who when he finally got babydoll!reader alone, all to himself, looked like a caged animal. You were stripped to your lacies, the lace fabric doing nothing to obscure the pretty little pussy he’s watched you touch whilst thinking about him. His shoulders are squared and wide, fists clenched and jaw locked tight. “Dex?” You whispered sweetly. “I’m gonna tear you apart.” He blurted out, pinpoint eyes staring at you with a mix of pure perversion and excitement. “what?” “Don’t fucking talk.”

[captainfern]

Gurlll your catch me if you can dex fanfic was simply one of the hottest thing I have ever read, I need you to give me a million more of just unhinged smutty dex fanfics. PLEASEEEE!

say less baby (read also: catch me if you can)

Angel

Benjamin 'Bullseye' Poindexter x fem!reader

✿ you manage to lose dex in a game of cat-and-mouse, but he doesn't give up that easily. ✿ 18+ ✿ wc: 4k ✿ cw: fem!reader, DDBA!dex, established relationship, predator-prey, bullseye-typical violence (he kills someone), SMUT, straight porn hardly plot, prone-bone, outdoor sex, unprotected piv, knife play, improper use of a knife (hint: it goes inside you—and it’s not the blade), mentions of anal, praise!!, minor degradation, pet names (angel, baby, etc), pussy pronouns, dirty talk, possessive (obsessive) dex, strong language, british english author does her best with american english :(

inspired by the song 'angel' by massive attack

There is a physical pain deep in his chest. An ache, a festering bruise beneath the bone of his sternum as he stands in the middle of the street, his fists balled at his sides.

He doesn’t know how you’ve done it, but you’ve managed to lose him. You’ve managed to slip into the shadows and disappear, and he can’t find you.

It feels partly like a failure. When he turned onto the street he was sure you’d be running down, you weren’t there, and it was like a punch to the chest. You’re gone, and now his heart hammers wildly against his ribs as he sucks in a calming breath. His mind is running a million miles an hour, but he can’t help the small smile that graces his lips beneath his mask. You’ve escaped him. Perhaps he should give himself credit, considering he’s the one who taught you these tactical evasion skills.

When the humming in his brain eases—your face now at the forefront of his mind—he stretches out his arms, pops the tension from his elbows and shoulders, then saunters up the street. Your apartment is up ahead, but he knows you wouldn’t be dumb enough to hide from him there. You’re a smart girl.

Dex pauses outside your building, eyes scanning the dark alleyway to the left, then the line of shrubbery to the right.

“What’s with the mask?”

Dex slowly turns his head, finding a man staggering out of the alley. He leans against the brickwork, face pale and almost ghostly in the overhead street light. He gestures to Dex with a dirty hand, fingers strangling the neck of a nondescript liquor bottle as he hiccups out his sentence. Dex cocks his head as the man flips the jagged cap from the bottle with his thumb, and Dex watches it hit the sidewalk and roll towards him. It settles by his feet as the man takes a noisy swig.

“Oh, are you one of those vigilantes Fisk’s always jerking off over?” The man slurs, and Dex would’ve smiled beneath the mask, humoured, if he didn’t have more pressing matters. The man shakes his head, looking at Dex. “If you’re looking for someone, I saw a pretty broad take the fire escape up this building.”

Now Dex smiles to himself. Smart girl.

He bends and plucks the bottle cap from the ground, running his thumb across the rugged edge of the tin-plated steel. He takes a step forward, rolling the cap between his fingers, his shoulders hulking as he moves, but he doesn’t get far before the man is slurring out again, leaning against the brick wall for support.

“Runnin’ ‘round in a tight fuckin’ skirt, too. Fuck,” the man says, and Dex freezes. 

He’s bathed in shadow now, the man a few paces behind him. The fire escape is just a few yards ahead of him and he could almost smell the lingering trail of your perfume. But he doesn’t move. He can’t move. The man’s words clatter around his skull like a ricocheting bullet, and a wasp-like humming returns to his brain. Slowly, he turns, and the man laughs all wet and sickly.

“I mean, if you’re not after her,” the man slurs, gesturing to the fire escape. “I s’pose I could follow—”

Dex whips his arm back and forth so fast that the action is dissolved by shadow. He throws the bottle cap with such force it whistles through the air, then slices straight between the drunken man’s eyes in a spray of blood. The man’s head snaps back, head cracking against the brick wall, before he slumps and hits the ground. The bottle clatters to the ground and rolls from his lax fingers, spinning out onto the pavement with a trail of beer following.

Dex huffs, then turns and heads straight for the fire escape, leaving the man dead in the mouth of the alley, a bottle cap embedded so deep in the front of his skull Dex was sure it had disappeared into his brain. He’d be disappointed if it hadn’t.

He takes the stairs three at a time, careful to tread carefully. The metal doesn’t creak despite his muscled weight, and he creeps towards the roof like a prowling cat. He passes dark windows, knowing you wouldn’t take the chance. He knows you’ll be hiding somewhere on the roof. His angel is smart, but she won’t have flown far.

Silently, he clambers onto the roof. City lights glitter around him, but the shadows are thick here. Boxy electrical units and crumbling chimneys make for some kinds of hiding spots, but he knows you better than that. Knows you would’ve hidden yourself away in the furthest, darkest corner with a victorious smile on your face.

He stalks across the roof slowly, humming quietly to himself. He unsheaths one of his knives and twirls it through his fingers as he rounds a stack of electricity boxes and finds you hunkered in the corner, eyes scanning the city street below. You don’t turn, and that makes Dex chuckle—the sound you finally hear, whipping around to find your boyfriend staring right at you.

“Dex!” You yelp, and you make a movement to the side as if you were going to take off running.

But Dex doesn’t let you. He throws his knife and it slices through the air mere inches in front of your face, forcing you to throw yourself back as it lodges into the brickwork behind you. And that’s when Dex lunges forward: wrapping his arms around your waist and forcing you down onto the cool floor, hands and knees finding dried leaves and crumbling mortar.

You wriggle desperately, trying to drag yourself out of his grasp. But he pins you to the ground, chest tight against your back, his pelvis heavy on the swell of your arse. Whining, you reach a hand back in a poor attempt to push him away. But he grabs your wrist and pins your arm to your side, making you squeal.

A muscled arm curls around your neck, a gloved hand pressing firm to your mouth and muffling your noise. You cry out again as he presses you deeper against the floor, masked face coming to rest right beside your ear.

“Trying to run, angel?” He coos, releasing your arm so he could anchor himself over you. He leans on his forearm, his bicep straining beneath the material of his navy suit. “You were so close, weren’t you?”

You whine against his hand, and he chuckles in your ear, knowing he was asking you questions you couldn’t answer. You continue writhing beneath him, but that just morphs his chuckles into groans as he ruts his hips against your arse. The thick, muscled mass of his stomach and chest is warm against your back, and you find yourself growing hot beneath your clothes, your pussy fluttering tight under the cotton of your underwear.

“Thought you had a chance, didn’t you?” Dex utters, rubbing his face against the side of yours. You close your eyes and whimper, feeling him inhale beneath his mask, the heat of his mouth under the material like a burning brand at the curve of your jaw. He hums, fingers squeezing your cheek. “That’s a bit dumb, baby. You could’ve made it to the Catskills and I still would’ve found you.”

He grinds himself against your arse and you moan into his palm. You feel the hard lines of him rutting against you, cool air on the backs of your thighs as your skirt rides up, up, and over the curve of your backside. You moan again as he gives another heavy jerk against you, the tight fabric of your skirt rolling up even further, exposing the flimsy cotton of your underwear.

Dex groans in your ear, his entire body shuddering above you. “Oh, my sweet girl, m’gonna fuckin’ ruin you.”

You blink lazily, looking around the roof. It’s dark and empty, and you can hear the bustling streets of New York echoing in the air around you. The seclusion of it all has you moaning into his palm again, the print of his hard cock heavy against you.

The palm on your mouth presses tighter and the backs of your lips press hard against your teeth. You whimper, heart leaping into your throat, as Dex grumbles low in your ear, “M’gonna take my hand away. You’re gonna be a good girl, and you’re gonna be quiet, yeah?”

You nod desperately, clit aching as he gently grinds himself against you. The roof of your building is bitingly cold and way too hard against your chest and stomach, but you don’t care—you take it like he wants you to, laying still while he removes his hand from your mouth and gives you a firm pat on the cheek. You feel your entire body heat up, a sticky warmth quick to pool in your belly as his hand drags down your side and finds the clasp of his belt. You hear it clink, and the sound has you fighting off a moan, your teeth sinking into your lip to trap the sound in your throat.

Dex chuckles as he sits up a little, still pressing you into the ground, but enough for him to unbuckle the belt of his suit and undo the zip. “Bet you’re fuckin’ soaked, huh, baby? Pussy makin’ a mess of these pretty panties?”

His hand leaves his belt as he speaks. With the mass of his thighs, he nudges your legs apart. You can’t help the quiet mewl that leaves you as cool air hits the gusset of your underwear, and you know how wet you are based on the bite of the breeze against your puffy clit. You wriggle, but his other hand pins you down.

You hear another clinking sound, before you feel something firm against your covered folds. It’s heavy and almost metallic in nature, and you suck in a gasp when you realise it’s the hilt of one of his knives. You freeze, body alight with heat, and Dex chuckles, pressing the base of his knife against you and parting your folds beneath the wet cotton.

“Y’think she’ll take this like she takes my cock?” He utters, dragging the base of his knife’s handle up your folds before pressing it to your hole. Your pussy flutters, drooling out as you whimper, pressing your cheek to the cement to ground yourself. He chuckles again, before drawing the knife’s grip up even more until it rests against your arsehole. “And what about her? I could stretch her out nice and good if you ask me nicely, angel.”

You squirm beneath him, a moan lifting from your throat before you could stop it. It’s soft, not too loud, but it makes Dex tut anyway. Quickly, he sits back and takes your underwear between his fingers, pulling it away from your slick folds so he could slice through the material with the blade of his knife. The fabric snaps away from you, and you find yourself moaning again as the cool night air kisses up against your cunt.

Then, his knife is back on your pussy—without the barrier this time, spreading your folds and tracing a series of heavy lines up and down your slit. You whimper when the end nudges your clit, then circles it like he would with his finger, before pressing down with just enough pressure to make you arch against him. You whisper his name, and he groans in response, sliding the knife back down and tapping it against your hole.

“So wet,” Dex marvels and he watches as he slowly brings his knife an inch or so away from your cunt. A string of slick webs between you, and it makes his cock twitch in his briefs. He grunts, pushing the handle back against your hole and this time, letting it sink in even further. It breaches inwards, and you suck him in so well that another groan rips from his chest. It’s primal, his eyes flashing as he pants behind his mask. “Yeah, fuckin’ hell, baby. She’s gonna take it like my cock.”

You breathe around a moan as he sinks the knife in deeper. Pressure forms deep in your pelvis, a heat festering in your belly as your pussy contracts around the intrusion but lets him in anyway. Something prickles down your spine as you realise you’re drooling around the hilt, slick dribbling as he pushes in, then brings it out by an inch or two, then pushes back in again.

“Dex,” you whimper, body shaking. The knot in your pelvis tightens when he bottoms the knife out inside you, hole dangerously close to the blade. But you trust him—you trust him with your life as his gloved hand clutches the blade, eyes watching your pussy take it. You whimper again when you realise he isn’t moving. “Dex, baby—”

“No,” he hisses out simply, pulling the handle out.

It leaves you completely, and you mewl, arching in an attempt to chase it. Dex grunts, smacking the base of the handle against your cunt, making you sob out and collapse forward. He pushes back in then, eyes darting from where he splits your pussy open to where you whimper into the crook of your arm.

“You thought you could get away from me. You thought you could hide,” Dex says, and they’re more statements than rhetorical questions. He fucks the handle of his knife into you again and again, your cunt glistening wet and loud where he drags it in and out of you. He holds you against the ground as he continues. “I had to kill a man to get to you, baby. What if he had found you first, huh? What if you did lose me?”

Your entire body stiffens, eyes shooting open. You try to look over your shoulder at him, but Dex knows exactly where to aim, thrusting the base of the handle right up against that gummy spot inside you that has you collapsing back onto the ground. 

You whimper around a poorly formed Dex!, before you finally manage to spit some of your sentence out: “What did you—?”

“I took care of it,” Dex growls, his arm speeding up as he rucks the knife into you again and again. His cock is painfully hard in his briefs, but he holds off, watching the way your pussy drools around his knife, your entire body shaking as he hits that perfect spot every single time. He nods to himself, mind flitting briefly to the man slumped dead in the alley. “I took care of it, angel. I took care of you.”

A sick thrill runs through you. You should be scared, but you aren’t. “Dex…”

“I did, I did,” Dex breathes out, slightly muffled behind his mask. “I did, baby. I’ll always take care of you.”

Your body is on fire. The pressure in your pelvis, the heat in your belly, swells inside you. You shake against the ground, the hard, metallic handle of his knife hitting your g-spot each time and it’s leaving you dizzy with your approaching orgasm. You can almost taste it building in the back of your throat, and all you can manage to squeak out is a meek oh, Dex! before the heat ignites and you’re coming around the knife.

Dex groans. “There she goes, that’s it, good girl.”

He fucks you through it with deep, rolling thrusts of his arm. The muscles contract beneath the tight sleeve as he moves, and his eyes never leave the way your cunt clenches around it, slick glistening against the handle. You shudder one last time, hips twitching, before you still as the fire of your orgasm reduces to smoke, and you lie pliant against the cool floor.

Slowly, Dex pulls the knife from you. You whimper, feeling your pussy flutter around nothing while Dex slides the knife back into his belt without even wiping it down. Eyelids fluttering, you lie in wait, listening to him shuck his pants down with a well restrained groan.

The hot press of his tip against your folds snaps your eyes open.

“Shh, baby, easy,” he mutters when you cry out. He fists himself, dragging the head of his cock through your folds, smearing your slick. He quickly finds your hole and pushes against it, not quite driving in. He rests there, pre-cum beading from his slit and smearing across your hole. “God, I’ve missed her.”

He thrusts in then. It’s unceremonious and sudden and you don’t even have the time to moan before he’s buried to the hilt. Your breath is stolen from you, and you gasp into the skin of your forearm as Dex moans, the sound loud in the silence around you. He falls back over you now, holding himself up, his chest and stomach melding to your back. You manage a little whimper as he nestles inside you, splitting your pussy apart around the thick of him.

He adjusts himself, grinding his hips against your arse. The movement means you can feel every little ridge sliding against your walls, the weight of his balls resting near your swollen clit. You whimper again, and he coos to match it, tutting you quietly as he slowly drags himself out of you.

“Bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” Dex whispers, masked face right beside your ear. He holds himself over you, shoulders hulking, suit stretched tight over his back as he rests the tip of his cock inside you. He pushes back in, the fabric of his pants bunched down around his thighs, rubbing against your legs. “It always feels good.”

You moan. “Dex, fuck.”

“Uh-uh, what did I say?” Dex mutters at your ear, hovering over you now as he fucks you. His hips slap against your arse where you’re pinned to the ground, pronebone and completely crushed beneath his mass. “Gotta be quiet. Wouldn’t want anyone comin’ up here, would we? I’d have to kill ‘em, baby.”

You whine. “Dex, no—”

“Yes,” he whines, mocking you with a smile split wide beneath his mask. “So keep those noises just for me.”

The thick of his cock splits your pussy apart, the stretch always rendering you breathless. He ruts in quickly, desperately, and the tip slams against that perfect spot inside you every single time. He’s on target every single time. You shouldn’t expect anything less from Bullseye.

You gnaw at your lower lip as you bury your face into your forearm, holding back your sobs of pleasure as heat starts simmering inside you again. That familiar pressure treks down the column of your spine too, and you whimper when it settles low in your belly, fanning across your womb.

Not that you know it, but Dex is much the same. His heart knocks wildly against his ribs as if he were still chasing you—he thinks, in some ways, he still is—and the buzzing in his brain is completely gone. All he’s thinking of is you, and all he wants is you. You’re all he needs, and no one will ever keep you from him.

“You’re mine, angel,” he whispers suddenly. One of his arms snakes around your throat again, pulling your face from your arm and pinning your head up. You gasp as he locks you into a chokehold, his grip gentle but firm. As he thrusts, one of his hands shifts to push part of his mask up, just revealing his mouth. He kisses your cheek. “You can’t run from me.”

He forces your head to the side so he can kiss you.

He kisses you, and you struggle to meet his intensity with the way he fucks you. You’re pliant in his arms, little whimpers melding against his lips as his tongue licks across yours and he slides his mouth forward. You swap spit and pant into each other’s space, and it’s barely even a kiss, but Dex loves it. He kisses the corner of your mouth as he groans, hips pumping, bicep tight on your throat.

“You were made for me,” he whispers, dragging his mouth across your warm cheek. He licks the salt from your skin, skims his teeth across your cheekbone. He noses along your pulse next, head dipping to plant wet kisses below your ear and along the back of your jaw. “My perfect girl.”

There will never be an I love you from Dex. What you have is not the love you see in movies, or in romance books. He is possessive and obsessive and so violently jealous that he’d rather rip the world apart before letting you go—and you know that. You know that, and you still can’t help but love him right back.

“Dex, please,” you whimper as he buries his face in your neck. The pressure in your lower belly is too much. Beneath your clothes, you’re tacky with sweat, and your thighs shake where he presses into you.

He knows you’re close. He probably knew before you even did.

“Let me feel you,” he says, thrusting, maintaining a deep, even rhythm. He listens to the way you moan and yowl beneath him, trying so hard to be quiet. He can feel the sounds vibrate in your throat where he sucks and bites at the skin. “I wanna feel you come, baby. You can do that for me, yeah? Just be a good girl and come all over my cock. Let me have it.”

Dex draws the line of your orgasm right in front of you, and your body practically flings you across it. Your entire body seizes up, trembling as the pressure in your belly fissures then shatters. You come hard around him, pussy clenching tight around the thick of his cock, and you moan his name loud enough that it echoes. He doesn’t seem to mind, and neither do you, as he fucks you through it, panting into your neck as his hips move. Heat flushes through your body as you shake beneath him, and you can’t help the whimpers that interrupt your moans when he starts rambling in your ear.

“That’s a good girl, that’s a good girl. Fuck, my best girl,” he utters, grunting and groaning in such a way that your clit aches with the heaviness of your heartbeat. He growls next, hips stuttering. “M’gonna fill this fuckin’ pussy, baby.”

He does. Groaning your name, quiet and bordering on a whine, Dex pushes his hips right up against your arse, cock knocking up against the plug of your cervix, and spills. He fills you, hips grinding, rolling, trying desperately to cling onto some kind of control, but he’s completely lost it. He pants around a pained whine as he comes, nosing your thrumming pulse. Thick and warm and so, so full.

When he finishes, his cock jerking and balls tightening with one last thrust, he eases down onto you. You whine as he smothers your body beneath his, trapping you beneath his mass. He shushes you, one of his hands pulling his mask off so his sweat-slick forehead can rest against your shoulder while he catches his breath.

His spine aches, but he ignores it. The muscles in his shoulders and back ripple when he rolls onto his side. He spins you then, his softening cock falling free of your pussy as he pulls you to him, one big hand immediately finding the fat of your arse to palm.

You both listen to the distant wail of sirens as you settle into the shadows.

You shiver, and Dex holds you tighter. So tight, you wonder if he’s afraid you’ll try to run again.

“I like it when you catch me,” you whisper, lifting your head to press a small kiss to his jaw. “Don’t like being without you.”

Dex smiles to himself, a deep rumble—almost a purr—vibrating through his chest as he shifts his head to catch your lips with his. He kisses you deeply as the sound of sirens get louder and louder and the world seems to light up blue around him.

———

need him to chase me too tf

[saintlea]

oh my god there’s a sequel im gonna need to call someone

[captainfern]

Catch Me If You Can

Benjamin 'Bullseye' Poindexter x fem!reader

✿ dex chases you through the woods and despite your best efforts, he catches you. he always catches you. ✿ 18+ ✿ wc: 3.7k ✿ cw: fem!reader, DDBA!dex, established relationship, predator-prey, SMUT, outdoor sex, unprotected piv, the chase is foreplay, dry-humping, slight knife play?, pussy pronouns, one (1) pussy slap, pet names (baby, sweet girl), praise!!, dirty talk!!!, dex is obsessed with you, possessive!dex (duh), strong language, british english author tries her best with american english 😔

a/n: needed to write for this man so bad. also, i'm a 'dex hits the right spot every single time' truther just as much as i'm a 'dex whimpers when he comes' truther soooo yeah i hope you enjoy :)

A myriad of noises surround you as you sprint through the woods, a cold wind biting at the warm skin of your face. Birds call high above with mournful laments that carry across the breeze as you dodge between trees. Leaves rustle where the wind whispers through them. Branches creak where they sway in dance-like movements above you.

The rapid beating of your heart is loud in your ears too, and you can barely hear yourself think over your own laboured breathing.

Just get to the lake, you think as you try your best not to stumble over an exposed tree root. Just get to the lake and you’ll be safe.

You’ve traipsed through this thick expanse of woodland more times than you can count, and many summers gone you have spent splashing in the shallows of the lake. A secluded spot off the beaten track, away from prying eyes and the constant noise of the city.

So you know you’re not far.

You know that the glittering blue surface of the lake will present itself to you in less than a quarter of a mile. You know the invisible track you’re following will lead you right to its shingled shore and you’ll be safe.

Your heart hammers wildly against your sternum, and you slow for just a second, arm reaching out to grip the trunk of a nearby tree. Your hand splays across it as cold air fills your lungs. Burning legs threaten to pull you to the ground, but you swallow down the lingering taste of defeat as you settle yourself.

You just need a second.

A sharp whistle fills the quiet woodland—a projectile rocketing through the air. You yelp when a loud thunk follows, and your head whips around to find a sleek black knife embedded in the tree trunk, directly in the gap between your thumb and index finger. You jerk your hand away, eyes drawing wide as you realise you can’t hear him. Over all the natural noises—the birds, the wind, the crinkling of leaves—you can’t hear him. Can’t hear his footfall, or his breathing, or the leisurely unsheathing of his blades.

You take off running again, leaving the knife protruding from the tree.

Another high-pitched whistle overwhelms the peace of the woods. A blade flies past your ear so quickly you barely see it, so close you almost feel it. It lands in the trunk of another tree ahead of you, and you weave around it, your entire body thrumming with adrenaline.

Ahead, the surface of the lake glimmers between the trees.

You’re so close you can smell the fresh water.

You can’t help the smile that splits across your face. You’re almost there.

You hear two more blades coming, but you don’t see them and you don’t know where they land.

Not until it’s too late.

Two blades, slightly larger than the first pair, ricochet perfectly from a thick-trunked tree nearby and rocket upwards several yards in front of you. They slice clean through a low-hanging branch and, with a splintering crack, the branch snaps and topples. Your smile drops, something sinking deep into the pit of your stomach, as you skid to a stop to avoid the branch that crashes to the ground in front of you.

Your steps falter, but you attempt to leap over the felled limb anyway.

You can’t.

Mid-air, a hand seizes the back of your shirt and pulls you backwards. You curse loudly, body hot and heart threatening to break out past your ribs, as you’re pulled through the air and brought to the ground. You let out a shout, but a large hand clamps across your mouth as you’re flattened against the woodland floor, a strong body trapping you amongst dead leaves and spongey moss.

“Aw, you were so close,” Dex whispers, his other hand pinning your hips down to prevent you from squirming. You narrow your eyes at him, and he laughs. “Don’t look at me like that. I told you y’wouldn’t make it.”

You say something against his palm, but it’s unintelligible. He removes his hand, resting it on your warm cheek instead.

“You cheated,” you grumble, hands finding where his biceps contract beneath his compression shirt. “You didn’t count to a hundred.”

“Baby, I counted to three hundred,” Dex replies, leaning down. With a pleased hum, his hand finds your jaw and angles your head up so he can drag his nose down the column of your throat. You whine, acutely aware your skin is dewy with sweat, but Dex just inhales before his lips part and he sucks a kiss to where your neck joins your shoulder. “God, you smell so fuckin’ good.”

“Dex,” you whisper. His body is a hot press against yours, and you wriggle as that heat permeates your body. Where his hand rests on your hip, you feel his thumb hook into the waistband of your pants. “Dex, please.”

A low rumble leaves his throat as he mouths down your neck, the mass of his thighs spreading your legs apart. He seems to ignore you though as he licks down your neck, his pelvis resting firmly against yours. Slowly, he ruts his hips and you feel the hard length of his cock beneath the layers. It makes your stomach swoop, and a pleasant sort of heat fills you like molasses.

“You can’t run from me,” he suddenly says, pulling his face out of your neck. His pupils are blown wide, eyes appearing near black as he peers down at you. You blink up at him, and your doe-like expression has his cock jumping where it presses to you. He groans. “Oh, my sweet girl, just look at you.”

You bite your lip to temper your own groan as he pulls back, the cool woodland air suddenly biting against your skin. Dex kneels between your spread legs and pulls your pants from your body with such force you’re dragged through the leaves. A small noise of surprise leaves your mouth before Dex is surging forward again.

His mouth slams to yours and swallows the tail-end of your little exclamation, and your hands immediately find the strong expanse of his shoulders as he holds himself over you. The kiss is not gentle in the slightest: your teeth knock together as he pushes against you, his tongue a firm swipe across your lips before he breaches inside. Thick, warm, overwhelming as his tongue flicks across yours, over the points of your molars as well, like he’s committing the taste of you to memory.

Dex moans into your mouth as he ruts his clothed cock against the gusset of your underwear, your core burning hot beneath the flimsy cotton, arousal pooling wet where he slides against you. You wonder, as your tongues meet over and over, if he can feel it. You wonder if Dex can feel the way your underwear grows damp with your desire.

Leaves rustle around you as Dex pulls back, your mouths connected by a thin string of saliva. You breathe harshly into each other’s space, just staring at one another as his hips rock and your legs twitch with each subtle rut against your covered clit.

The string of spit snaps when he speaks. “You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you?”

You burn at his words, trying to turn your head. He doesn’t let you—shooting a hand down to grab your jaw and force your head back. With a firm roll of his hips, the thick silhouette of his cock presses down harshly on your clit, and this time, you can’t hold back the mewl that tumbles from your lips.

“You don’t get to look away from me,” Dex utters, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, smothering another of your whimpers when the print of his cock slides over you again. When he pulls back, you watch him unsheath another knife from his belt.

He sits back on his heels, putting a bit of space between your bodies as he looks down. A vulpine smile creeps across his face when he sees how wet you are. The gusset of your underwear is dark with your arousal, and something primal in the back of his mind urges him to lean down and suck the fabric into his mouth.

He quashes the urge though, taking his knife and pressing the flat of the blade against you. The steel is cold and biting, and you yowl as he holds it firmly against you. You writhe in the leaves, and he grins at you all the while, gently sliding the flat of his knife up and down your clothed core.

“Dex, wait, please—” You whine, back arching when Dex pushes just a little bit firmer. Your sentence dies on your lips as you choke yourself on a moan, and Dex delights in the way your hips twitch and your legs attempt to close around him. But the mass of his body keeps them spread. You breathe out, “Please.”

“You’ve ruined your pretty little panties,” he whispers, almost to himself, as he ignores your pleading and withdraws his knife. He takes the tip of it—dangerously sharp—and touches it ever-so-slightly to the little bump of your clit beneath the material. You suck in a breath, and Dex’s grin widens when he feels you stiffen. “Made such a mess, huh?”

He removes the knife, and you exhale.

But without warning, two thick fingers hook through the elastic that rests in the bend of your thigh. Rough knuckles press firmly to the wet split of your pussy before he gives your underwear a little tug, then slashes his knife through them. 

You yelp as he cuts through the gusset. “Dex!”

Dex sheaths the knife. “You ruined them, baby.”

“But you just cut—!”

You’re cut off when those same two fingers of his split open the folds of your pussy and the cool air of the forest braces against you. You watch him with fluttering eyelids as he leers down at where he spreads you, watching the slick drip from your hole. He can’t help but chuckle to himself, shaking his head.

“She’s drooling for me,” he whispers, almost bewildered. He brings his fingers down to run a tight circle over your hole, and his eyes snap to your face momentarily as your entire body shudders, a moan slipping from you. 

Your eyes close, and that’s when his fingers vanish—only for four more to land against you in a firm smack. You rip your eyes open, a stuttered moan of his name filling the air, and you send a few birds flying from their roosts as it echoes.

“Look at me,” Dex tells you, a small dip in his brow. His breathing is laboured when his fingers find your core again, rubbing your hole in soothing circles as you tremble beneath him. When your eyes find his, he moans. “There we go.”

His hand flies to shuck his pants and underwear down, his breathing becoming more and more ragged as his cock hangs free. You moan as he grasps himself at the base and fists himself, spreading your slick across the shaft. His hips pitch forward, and he slaps the ruddy tip against your swollen clit.

“Fucking hell,” Dex hisses, dragging the tip through your wet folds. He does this a few times, rutting against you, splitting you open with the length of his cock. The vein on the underside rubs against you in just the right way that you arch off the ground, leaves crinkling. As you do this, Dex draws the head of his cock down until he can press it right against your hole. “Here we go, baby. Let’s make ‘em kiss a little.”

He bites his bottom lip, brows drawing together as he pushes the tip against your drooling hole. The moan that leaves your mouth has his balls twitching, with something drawing tight in the base of his stomach, and he repeats the movement: pushing the flushed tip of his cock against your slick hole, pushing in just enough to make your breath hitch, before pulling out.

He watches with swollen pupils as a small string of your slick pulls taut from your pussy to the head of his cock. It severs when he fists himself, and he watches instead as a pearl of pre-cum beads at his slit. He swipes it against you, running his cock back through your folds again, relishing in the dull electric current that passes down his spine.

He feels like a live wire.

“Dex,” you call to him, your hands gripping the ground around you uselessly as you arch and writhe, attempting to chase his contact.

“I’m right here, baby,” Dex whimpers, mouth dropping open when he finally slides his cock back down to your hole. This time, he notches the head fully in one gentle rock of his hips, and he bends down to kiss you when you whine at the stretch. Your pussy flutters around him, and he swears he could have come right then and there. He pulls back, pecking the corner of your mouth. “Here we go, baby, here we go. Open up for me.”

Pressure builds tight in your belly as Dex pushes in. His cock splits you open, the heat of your cunt opening up for him as he moves in. His spine tingles—if he was any more of a freak, it might’ve started glowing—as your walls part for him, slick and warm against the thick of his cock. You mould around him, clay-like in the way you take him. It makes him stutter around a moan as you flutter and tighten, sucking him in like you always did.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl,” he coos as you whimper, hips finally joining with yours. His balls rest heavy against the curve of your arse. They twitch when your fingers find his shoulders, your nails needling through the fabric that obscures them. He groans loudly, and it bounces from tree to tree. “Y’always take me so well.”

You mumble something, but it’s lost in the pleasure fogging your brain. Dex is still, resting so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him in your guts. Your heart hammers wildly against your sternum, skin dewy with sweat as your adrenaline rush continues to linger.

“Yeah,” Dex continues after a beat, stretching back to watch as he pulls his cock from you. The head rests sheathed in the heat of your cunt, silken and soft and so incredibly warm around him. He smiles down at you. “Yeah, she always takes me so well. Pussy’s a dream, isn’t she, baby?”

You hum out a dizzied moan as he ruts back in. Even when you try to expect it, it always catches you off guard: the head of his cock slams directly into that spongy spot inside you that has you seeing stars. There’s no preamble, there’s no search. He knows exactly where he needs to go, and he hits his target hard.

You clutch him tightly. “Oh, fuck, Dex, baby, that’s—uh—”

“Oh I know, sweet girl, I know,” Dex rambles as he holds himself over you, legs caught around his hips as he sets his pace. You’re dripping around him, and each of his thrusts elicit wet plap-plap-plap’s that seem loud over the blood pumping in your ears. Your cunt drools out with his movements, slick leaking down the curve of your arse. Dex breathes through a hoarse groan. “Fucking Christ, baby, just listen to her. She’s a mouthy girl today, huh?”

The pressure in your belly builds, stretching tightly like a rubber band as you listen to the pornographically wet shlicks of your cunt.

You can’t find the words to answer him. But you scarcely can in times like this. His pillowtalk always strikes you dumb, and all you can do is lie there and take his cock and enjoy the way he rambles.

You do give him a pathetic little whine in response though, and he replies with another vicious smile that deepens the lines around his eyes.

“You know she is,” he tells you as he rocks you into the soft earth beneath you. “Got all worked up while I chased you through the woods, didn’t you? Got your pussy drooling knowing I was hunting you, didn’t it?”

You heat up with your embarrassment, and the moan that fights its way out of your chest doesn’t feel like your own. “Dex, I—”

“Y’thought you could outrun me…” Dex ignores you. His cock nudges up near the plug of your womb, and your stomach clenches tightly as your legs begin to tremble. He continues, undeterred by the meek whimpers he’s pulling from you. “Y’thought you could—run—from—me.”

He speaks as he thrusts. They’re heavy hitting, and he drills you into the leaves and moss as you yowl. The sound is fittingly animalistic for the setting, like the mangled bleating of a lamb as it’s pursued by a wolf: maw red, eyes hungry.

You feel him in your stomach. He fills you so much, so perfectly, you swear he knocks the air from your lungs. The grunts and groans that fall from his lips don’t help either, and you find yourself gasping as your release looms, cresting like a wave.

Dex watches you, sweat beading high on his forehead as he takes what he needs. With something flashing in his eyes, he takes a hand and presses down on the softness of your lower belly. Your eyes roll, a splintered moan finding life in the cool air above you.

“You feel me in your tummy, baby?” He asks, tone hinged across a whine. His big hand splays across your womb. “Fuck, m’so—m’so deep. You feel my cock in here?”

When you broached this predator-prey situation to him, you never imagined it would end up quite like this.

You moan. “Fuck, y-yeah, baby—m’so full.”

Dex moans, much like yours. He sits back now, taking your hips in two hands. His thrusts build in speed and he’s hitting you deep—the right spot every single time. He pulls you back onto him, panting like a dog as you tighten. He can feel the way your legs quiver either side of him too, and he watches as your entire body begins to shake.

You’re teetering right on the edge of release. The rubber band in the pit of your stomach is pulling so tight it’s almost painful, and there’s a solid sort of pleasure in your spine that’s waiting to fissure. To crack, and splinter, and burst into a million pieces.

And Dex wants it too.

He wants to feel you come around his cock and squeeze him within an inch of his life. He wants to feel you pulse around him, thrum around him, milk him for all he’s worth.

“You wanna come?” He asks you quietly, and it’s surprisingly soft in comparison to his thrusts. His cock doesn’t relent and you begin to feel dizzy with your rising pleasure, your muscle fibres burning with it.

You nod hurriedly. “Please, Dex. M’so close, I just need—”

“I know what my sweet girl needs,” Dex mutters and, still using one hand to fuck you down onto his cock, his other hand winds down and finds the swollen pearl of your clit. 

Two fingers find it straight away, and he draws a pattern of shapes across it as you sob his name. You’re chanting his name and his ego soars, his balls pulling tight at the way you say it: “Dex, Dex, oh fuck, Dex, please—!”

You’re spiralling. The rubber band is pulling tight, tight, tight.

“Let me feel you,” he says. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

The band snaps.

You arch as you come, squeezing around his cock as your hands scrape down the taut muscles of his shoulders. You cry for him, his name the only intelligible word rolling off your tongue as your pussy spasms around him. Heat floods your entire body, the pressure in the base of your spine fragmenting as your legs seize around him, pulling him even tighter against you. It’s a heavy pleasure that pulls you under, and you find yourself gasping as Dex fucks you through it, and you’re so dazed that you don’t notice he’s writing his full name against your clit.

As your orgasm crests and fizzles, Dex takes two hands and plants them on your waist. With a deep growl, he holds you to him, forcing himself into the hilt as his own pleasure snaps like bone. He comes right against your cervix with a jerk of his hips.

“Take it, baby, take it, ah, fuck, fuck—” Dex rocks downward and buries his face into the crook of your neck, moaning your name as he spills, body flattening atop yours. 

His cum fills you while his cock twitches, and he whimpers like he’s hurt as his balls tighten and his entire body flushes hot. You whine, scratching your nails down his back as his hips give a few feeble rolls before he stills, plugging his cum inside you. He kisses your neck lazily as you both settle into the natural silence of the woods.

“Dex…” You whisper, and he turns his head just as you do.

Your mouths slot together. The kiss is slower, more gentle. It’s the gentle lapping of the lake against the shingled shore. It’s the whisper of the cool autumn breeze and the chittering of dried leaves across the ground. Your tongues meet, wet and warm and slow, and he whines softly into it as you give his a playful suck before his head falls back.

“We should do this more often,” you tell him, and he huffs, pressing his mouth back to yours. His teeth skim over your lip. Not quite a bite, but it’s enough to realise he’s a mutt with a bone that he’s willing and ready to sink his teeth into. You pull away again as one of your hands finds the back of his head, threading through his soft hair. You give it a gentle tug and he offers you a small, desperate whimper. “Next time, you’re not going to catch me.”

Dex’s eyes scan your face, and you feel his cock jerk inside of you. He smiles, and your stomach comes alive with nervous butterflies.

“I’ll catch you every time,” he whispers, and he allows you to plant a kiss to the scar on his cheek. He hums, pleased as his cock gives another pathetic jolt inside you. “You can’t run from me, baby. I’ll always catch you.”

———

bro who wants this !?!?

(me)

tags 🌿

@breakspearz @targaryenstar @pepzilover @genya1617 @st4rmborn @sun-snatcher @ancientbeing10

[saintlea]

this was the best fucking thing i’ve read in damn long time and i am a fanfic VETERAN. like im actually dizzy and im sweating and had to remove a few layers

“let’s make em kiss a little” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 dizzy asfffff

“she’s a mouthy girl today huh?” im literally hot

[saintlea]

stalker!dex watching you on a date with a different man, white hot rage burning in his chest that he can barely restrain. His fingers tap on the telescope, jaw clenched and eyes twitching. The guy was staring at your tits way too much, he thinks it’s extremely inappropriate behaviour. Despite the fact he’s outside your window every night.

Cut to half an hour later, you’re calling dex sobbing saying your date stood you up mid date and you really needed a ride home!!! :(((( If you weren’t so tipsy and sad, you would’ve noticed how abnormally quick he got here.

But you were just so relieved to see him!!! he’d ask what happened so soft and gentle, tucking your hair behind your ear. He went to the bathroom and never came back, you said in a flurry of sobs and pouting.

Dex had to bite back a grin, knowing your dates body was only a few meters away in a dark alley.

[saintlea]

wilson also has said that dex needs a really weird fucked up girlfriend . that’s what babydoll is😆

[glossykissies]

#thinking

[saintlea]

oh nothing just stalker!bullseye and babydoll!reader ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

stalker!bullseye who from the second his calculating gaze landed on you, in all your glittery, unsuspecting glory, was fixated. He just knew you had to be his. The thought of another man getting to experience that sweet, soft smile and those gentle hands, made violence stir in his chest.

stalker!bullseye who follows you around the entire city whenever he gets the chance. He knows your coffee order and what cafe you like. He knows the passcode to your apartment complex and when you get home. He knows your routine. He knows your relationships. He knows you. Better than anyone else, he’s sure.

stalker!bullseye who positions himself directly in your path as you leave the cafe like any regular morning. He bumps into you, making you spill your coffee all over the floor. And he swore he could feel his heart wretch at your sad pout from your coffee being all ruined!!! :(((

stalker!bullseye who insisted on buying you a new one, profusely apologising saying that he was an utter klutz—a lie, his reflexes are sublime—as you walked back into the cafe. Together, this time. The thought made him so hard he jerked off in the cafe bathroom the second you left, picturing your pretty little face looking up at him.

stalker!dex who then worms into babydoll!readers life, playing the gentleman role like he hasn’t left an impression on the fire escape from how long he stands there staring at you through the window. He takes his time “getting to know you”, as you put it. None the wiser to the fact he knew every little thing about you.

stalker!dex who jerks himself off on a rooftop after taking you on a date, watching you through your bedroom window as you touch yourself. He watches the way your hand moved, matching the pace you gave yourself. Imagining he was there, being the one to please you. He watches your brows knit, the way your jaw slackened. The way your lips twisted in a way that he swore resembled his name.

stalker!dex who when he finally got babydoll!reader alone, all to himself, looked like a caged animal. You were stripped to your lacies, the lace fabric doing nothing to obscure the pretty little pussy he’s watched you touch whilst thinking about him. His shoulders are squared and wide, fists clenched and jaw locked tight. “Dex?” You whispered sweetly. “I’m gonna tear you apart.” He blurted out, pinpoint eyes staring at you with a mix of pure perversion and excitement. “what?” “Don’t fucking talk.”

[glittter-vamp]

Klay Thompson you will start violently coughing in two days.

[dem0nd0mx-deactivated20260504]

"she's freaky"

-how freaky?

"she has tumblr"

[mortuaryprince-deactivated20250]

*being dragged around by my hair and shoved to the ground* heehhe hooraayyy!!!! weeeeeeee!!!! yippeee!!

[devnmon]

i would like to thank all the women at capcom