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overworked and underfucked.
bf!dex who puts himself to sleep by eating the soul out of you. he swears he doesn't need medication or any other clinical method to silence the overwhelming thoughts that insist on keeping him up at night, that's why he has youâand that sweet pussy of yours, of course.
he'll go down on you almost nightly if you let him, thick fingers stuffed knuckle deep inside you and curling repeatedly against that sweet spot of yours that he recently found out makes stars explode behing your eyelids, eager mouth blabbering nonsense into your pussy the whole time.
he can make you come more than three times with his tongue and fingers onlyâthe most he has ever achieved without you threatening to pass out beneath himâand probably won't even register your tiny whimpers of "dex, that's enough" until you start kicking and pushing at his shoulders, forcing him to break away from the mess he made between your legs.
he'll climb back on top of you with the most relaxed expression you've ever seen on his face, eyelids heavy already and chin dripping with your arousal. dex drops his head to your chest then, humming a sound similar to a content little cat, then proceeds to sleep like a baby for the rest of the nightâsnoring and everything.
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i trusted you
Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people
THE ORIGINAL?!?!?!?!?!
raw. deep. messy. wet. backwards. against the table. against the wall. against the window, infront of a mirror. on the bed. on the kitchen counter. on the couch. on the floor. in the bath.
keep your distance
wc: 4.9k
pairing: benjamin âdexâ poindexter x fem!reader
cw: 18+ mdni!!, smut, lowkey implied reader is plus size, smoking, obsessive behavior, panty stealing, stalking, possessiveness, angst(?), teasing, marking, pet names, slight switch!dex, fingering, oral sex (receiving), brief handjob, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, (rushed) aftercare, no use of y/n
a/n: i started writing this like a year ago after the first season of dd:ba specifically bc of this edit of dex but season 2 had us eating reallll good so i needed to run it back lmao. itâs been a while since iâve posted anything so pls be kind! feedback is appreciated!!
Tuesday
The city that never sleeps seemed alive more than ever tonight. The sound of choppers flying overhead pass by Dexâs building, accompanied by the wailing of sirens scattered across the borough.
Dex sat in front of the large window in the living room. The soft glow of the TV is the only thing illuminating the room as Dex had remained glued to his post since the sun went down, just watching.
Watching you.
you goad clark when he nearly comes too fast â and that quickly turns into a lesson for you.
tags: pwp, bed-breaking!sex, f!reader, p-in-v, multiple orgasms (1.3k+ wc)
â
âc'mon superman, can't hold out any longer?â
your taunt was meant to be cruel, edged with a secret clark guarded with his every being. his face contorts in frustration, annoyance ebbing deep within him. his body remained bowed above you, trembling with effort when you deliberately shifted.
his hips jerk involuntarily, tip of his cock grazing your clit, throbbing and aching from having been blue-balled. "don'tâŚsay that." you release a shuddering breath as his thumb comes down to your sensitive bud. you jump at the rough callouses, rubbing against it hard.
your gaze snaps up, catching the conflicted look paint his expression, mirroring one of your own when he withdraws completely from you without breaking eye-contact. clark lifts you, a motion that was effortless as he carries you toward the bed. the tense, impulsive air from earlier â wanting to fuck each other so bad that you'd both been on the floor, had been promptly broken, replaced with clark's much more competitiveness and determination to prove you wrong.
he doesn't immediately re-enter you as he lowers you onto the unmade bed. instead, he kneels between your parted thighs. warmer, bigger palms slide up the plush fat, tightening in a painful intensity as he tugs you abruptly to the edge. it knocks the breath completely out of you.
his thumb skirts at the edge of your inner thighs where you were slick with arousal. the silence felt much more unnerving than his usual show of poutiness. "...clark?"
Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures (ONE SHOT)
Benjamin Poindexter x Reader
TAGS/WARNINGS: none
Synopsis: You find out that Dex is Bullseye and ask for some space while you mull things over. Dex cannot handle space, he needs you. And so? He begs.
âNo, nonono, please-â Dex is moving towards you, eyes desperately searching yours, hands reaching for you. âPlease, I can fix this, just let me fix this-â
âDex,â Your eyes fall shut and youâre pinching the bridge of your nose, exhaustion evident. This is unbelievably overwhelming and fuckâs sake, you just need to be alone so you can think clearly.
âBaby, please,â Heâs pleading with you, moving from the chair heâs been sitting in for the last thirty minutes so he can try to stand in front of you but you hold your hand out to stop him.
18+ thinking of dex & prone boning
fem! reader, mdni. 850 words. cw: kinda mean dex, use of vibrator, dex being dominant, dex restricting readers arms, mentions of control, slight degradation, pinv, throat holding, finger sucking, mentions of orgasm denial, general filth
he's far bigger now, dex. though it's not like he was never small in the first place, rather now, he's just big. everything about him the same, only bigger.
you like it. you like how beefy he's become, how broad and wide he feels when he's behind you. above you, more specifically. the way he now appears to take up significantly more space than you has become something that creates a short circuit in your brain.Â
with these meetings you've had with dex over the years, you've noticed a stark difference in his body. it was a striking change with those large biceps and expansive shoulders of his that just seem to agitate every little want within you. it's always been the case with these mindless fuckings you shared, but there was something about him more recently that did it more for you than it had ever done before.
Hii can I please request smut of jealous Dex x reader? Maybe she's getting too close to Matt so he reminds her who she belongs to
Loose My Mind
Benjamin Poindexter x fem!Reader
warning: jealousy, reader works for Matt, smut (MDNI,18+!!!), doggy, ass slapping, nipple play, Dex acts possessive
A/N: hehe absolutely loved writing this. Although I feel like the smut here isnât written good, I still hope you enjoy <33
Dex knew something was wrong the second you said Mattâs name too softly.
It wasnât even anything obvious at first. You were just sitting across from him at his apartment kitchen table, scrolling through your phone while half listening to him talk about work. But the second Matt texted you, your entire expression changed.
You smiled. Just a little smile. Dex noticed immediately. Of course he did.
âWhoâs that?â he asked casually. Way too casually.
You didnât look up from your phone. âMatt.â
The name alone made something ugly twist in his chest. Dex leaned back in his chair slowly, watching you carefully while you typed out a response. âMurdock.â
âMhm.â
âWhat does he want?â
You shrugged lightly. âNothing. Weâre just talking. Mostly about work.â
Just talking. Mostly about work. Right. Dexâs jaw tightened almost instantly. The problem with Matt wasnât even entirely Matt himself. It was the way you acted around him lately. Softer. More open. Like you genuinely enjoyed his company.
And Dex hated it. He hated how often Mattâs name came up now. Hated the fact you defended him every time Dex made a comment. Hated the way Matt looked at you like he already knew things about you that Dex didnât.
Worst of all? Matt was calm about it. Like he knew Dex was bothered. Like he enjoyed it. Which is not the case, Matt really just likes you as a friend.
âYou spend a lot of time with him,â Dex muttered.
You finally glanced up. âOkay?â
His fingers drummed once against the table. âYou didnât before.â
âPeople become friends, Dex. Thatâs usually how it works.â Friends. That word alone irritated him. Because Matt did not look at you like a friend.
And Dex knew men. He knew the way they watched people they wanted. The tiny shifts in breathing. The hesitation before speaking. The careful tone.
Matt wanted you. Dex would bet his life on it.
And lately, it felt like you were too distracted by Matt to notice what was happening right in front of you. Or maybe you did notice. Maybe that was the problem.
âYou smile at your phone when he texts.â Dex said quietly.
Your eyebrows lifted slightly. âAre you seriously jealous of Matt?â
âNo.â The answer came way too fast.
You stared at him for a second before laughing softly under your breath. âDex.â
âIâm not jealous.â
âYou literally sound angry.â
âI am angry.â
âWhy?â
Because he caught Matt staring at your mouth twice last week. Because youâd started saying Mattâs name with this softness in your voice that made Dex feel borderline violent.
But instead he just said, âI donât trust him.â
You snorted. âMattâs harmless.â
Dex actually laughed at that. But he didnât find it funny. Not even a little bit.
âHarmless?â he repeated.
âYeah?â
âMurdockâs not harmless.â The intensity in his voice finally made you pause. Dex was already staring at you now, fully focused, blue eyes sharp and unreadable in the dim apartment lighting. The tension in the room shifted instantly. You swallowed slightly.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âLike what?â
âLike youâre about to interrogate me.â
âMaybe I should.â
You rolled your eyes, but your heartbeat still sped up a little. âYouâre being dramatic.â
âNoâŚâ Dex said quietly. âYouâre being careless.â That irritated you immediately.
âWith what?â
âWith him.â
âOh my god. Dex we work together!â You stood from the table, grabbing your water bottle before walking toward the living room. Dex watched you go silently for a few seconds before following.
âDex, seriously.â you said, turning around. âMatt is my friend.â
âAnd Iâm supposed to believe he only wants to be your friend?â
âYes?â His expression darkened immediately.
âYou really donât see it.â
âSee what?â
âThe way he looks at you.â
You crossed your arms. âYouâre imagining things.â
âI donât imagine things.â That shut you up for half a second. Because unfortunately, he was right. Dex noticed everything. And right now he looked genuinely worked up over this.
âYouâre overreacting.â you said softer this time.
Dex stepped closer slowly. âAm I?â
âYes.â
âHe touches you too much.â
âHe literally taps everyone when he talks.â
âHe flirts with you.â
âHeâs nice.â
âHe wants you.â The words came out sharp and immediate. Your chest tightened slightly at the raw jealousy underneath them. Dex rarely admitted things directly like this. Usually he buried it under sarcasm or irritation. But now he looked completely done pretending.
You tried to laugh it off anyway. âYou sound insane.â
âMaybe I am.â Another step closer.
âYou know what the problem is?â Dex asked quietly.
âWhat?â
âYou let people get too comfortable with you.â The low roughness in his voice made your stomach flip nervously.
âDex-â
âYou smile at them. Touch them. Sit too close.â His eyes locked onto yours. âThen act surprised when they fall in love with you.â
The room suddenly felt too warm. Your pulse was pounding now, but you still crossed your arms tighter defensively. âMatt is not in love with me.â
Dex tilted his head slightly.
âYou wanna test that theory?â Your breath caught. Something about the way he said it made heat crawl up your neck immediately.
âYouâre jealous.â you whispered.
His eyes narrowed instantly. âYeah.â
The honesty shocked you quiet. Dex stepped directly into your space then, close enough that you had to tilt your head back slightly to look at him properly.
âAnd you know whatâs really pissing me off?â he murmured.
Your throat felt dry suddenly. âWhat?â
âThe fact you know exactly what youâre doing.â
âIâm not doing anything tho.â you reply a little confused. What could you possibly do to have him act this weird?
âBullshit.â The word came out low and rough. Dexâs hand suddenly landed against your waist, fingers tightening just enough to make your breath hitch.
âYou think I donât notice the way you mention him around me?â he asked softly. âThe way you watch my reactions?â
Okay. Maybe he had a point there. You didnât think talking about work and mentioning Matt was such a big deal.
But you still lifted your chin stubbornly. âMaybe I just like talking about my friends.â
Dex laughed quietly, but there was nothing amused about it.
âYou want my attention.â
âI already have your attention.â His grip tightened slightly.
âNo.â he said softly. âYou want all of it.â The way he looked at you then nearly melted your brain completely. Possessive. Like heâd finally hit his limit.
âYou keep getting closer to him.â Dex murmured, eyes flicking briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes, âand itâs making me wanna remind you exactly where you belong.â
Your heart slammed hard against your ribs.
âDexâŚâ
âYou know I hate sharing.â You shouldâve stepped back. Instead, you stayed perfectly still while he moved even closer.
âAnd MurdockâŚâ Dex continued quietly, âis getting way too comfortable touching whatâs mine.â
The possessiveness in his voice shouldâve scared you a little. Instead it sent heat rushing straight through your body. Your breathing turned uneven instantly, which Dex noticed immediately because of course he did. His eyes darkened at the reaction.
âThere you are.â he whispered. Then his hand slid up your waist slowly before he leaned down close enough for his mouth to brush your ear.
âGo ahead.â he murmured. âText him back.âYour stomach flipped violently. Dexâs other hand tilted your chin toward him carefully.
âBut youâre looking at me now.â His hand now traveling down to the waistband of your joggers.
Your breath hitches when you feel your joggers and your panties hit the ground. Oh, youâre in for a long night.
âI think I need to remind you who you belong to.â he whispers in your ear and the next second you hear his jeans fall to to the ground too.
He picks you up in a swift motion and walks towards the bedroom, resting you on top of it now.
His lips crash into yours, kissing you hungrily and angrily. Your hands are on his back now. The kiss turns into something messy and before you can register anything, you feel Dex entering your slightly wet pussy with his hard and big cock.
No matter how often he fucked you, you could never get used to his strength.
Your mouth falls open and you let out a moan mid kiss. But that doesnât stop Dex from kissing you. He is on mission now.
Your nails dig into his bare back and you close your eyes.
His tip hits your cervix with each thrust. And itâs not like heâs going slow like every other time. No, he is fast and angry.
âThis pussy belongs to me. Only me.â he groans.
âSay it. Now. Who do you belong to.â
âYou, Dex. Fuck. I belong to you.â you scream. You feel his finger playing with your hard nipples. His lips now kissing and sucking the sensitive spots of your neck.
You feel yourself clench around his cock and this causes Dex to moan.
The whole bed is shaking underneath you both with how fast he is fucking you now. Stars start dancing around your eyes.
âMatt could never fuck you this good.â
Dex doesnât feel the need to slow down. Quite the opposite. He starts thrusting inside you faster and deeper. With each thrust, you feel his balls slap your bare ass. His mouth travels down your body and starts kissing and licking your hard nipples. His tongue danced around it and the feeling of it alone sends you in absolute heat.
His free hands are now on your hips.
âMine. Only mine. Fuuuck. Scream my name.â
And you do as he says. Letting the neighbors know he is fucking you mercilessly. But you wouldnât want to have it another way.
And without a warning you feel yourself cum all around his cock. Dex stops and looks at you.
âAww you couldnât hold it inside you any further?â he says mockingly. He removes himself from you, leaving you feel empty now.
He is still between your legs on his knees. His cock still hard and you know what heâs going to do now.
âTurn around. On your hands and knees.â he demands and you do as he says. You feel his hands rest on each side of your hips and he enters your pussy from behind now. His cock stretching your walls until heâs buried deep inside you again.
You leave out a loud moan as soon as he starts thrusting inside you again. His hands holding you tightly in place as he picks up the speed.
âYouâre mine to love. And mine to fuck. Understand?â
You nod. But apparently that is not enough for him. He needs you to say it out loud.
âSay it.â he demands.
âIâm yours. Only yours.â you moan chasing the pleasure now. You feel Dex slapping your ass from behind causing you to whine loudly.
You cry our his name a few times more until you feel Dex cum inside you which eventually causes you to let yourself cum aswell.
One thing about Dex, he is big on aftercare. No matter how much you piss him off sometimes. No matter how hard or soft he goes on you. He will not leave you after fucking you. Because at the end of the day youâre still his girlfriend and the love of his life.
So, he picks you up slowly and moves into the bathroom. Just to clean you up properly.
âYouâre mine, okay? Tell Matt to act fucking professionally around you.â
can't stop thinking about starlight from the boys and her eyes glowing when she orgasms, soâŚhehe.
tags: pwp, KINKY!!, readers eyes glow when she cums, mutant!reader, p-in-v, post-coital conversations, teasing, sexual tension, pussy whipped!clark (1.1k wc)
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you could count the amount of times you'd orgasmed in your entire life on a single hand.
it wasn't that every man you met was devastatingly bad, there were good times. but it was a much bigger, brighter problem when you could cum. you'd gotten tired of explaining they why of the light-show that came whenâŚyou came. so you'd decided, the next person you fucked, would be someone entirely capable of handling you in the oddities of your quirk.
that manâŚhappened to be none other than clark kent.
you'd met him in the justice league, hit it off instantly. mainly because you really adored how fascinated he got whenever you'd use your powers in his presence. so he should've been fine if you beamed as you orgasmed.
âŚthat's what you told yourself anyway. the theory was yet to be tested.
when you forewarned him, he was more embarrassed than weirded out. "the idea that i could even get a gorgeous girl like you toâŚyou knowâŚit's not weird at all. it'll be rewarding. c'monâŚdon't be silly."
despite his casual deference to your forewarning, his ears were red, all the way down to your neck. so you figured, what's the worst that could happen.
"oh FUCK!" y-you'reâŚsoâŚbigâm'godâŚyou'resofuckin'bigfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!"
the words tumble out of you breathless, hasty & jumbled. too overwhelmed to even form coherent sentences with how much clark's cock was stretching you out. fucking you so hard and deep.
Mask On
Benjamin Poindexter x F!Reader TW: smut, mask kink, praise kink, p in v, oral (m and f receiving)
Synopsis: You ask Dex to keep the mask on during sex
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The window slammed upward hard enough to rattle the glass.
Cold night air swept into the apartment first.
Then him.
Dex` landed in a controlled crouch on the hardwood floor, black tactical suit absorbing the impact like it weighed nothing at all.
You looked up from the couch without surprise.
âFront door still broken?â you asked softly.
âI was closer to the fire escape.â
Dex straightened slowly. The mask hid most of his face, but not the intensity behind his eyes. You locked eyes, the intensity of his stare already making you feel warm. You stared right back at him, scanning him from head to tow, searching for injuries, but also admiring how he looks with his suite on. He looked more feral with it. Dangerous. Untouchable. Menacing. But he was yours and he was never any of those things with you.
âYou left the window unlocked,â he said.
âI know it's your favourite entrance to the apartment. I need to remind you though that you do have keys.â
A beat of silence.
You notice blood on his suite. He tilts his head slightly. âYouâre not asking whose blood that is.â
âI figured if it was yours, youâd already be bleeding on my floor.â
That earned the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth beneath the mask.
Dangerous thing, making him smile.
He moved toward you carefully, like a predator pretending not to stalk. The suit creaked faintly with every step. Youâd learned there was always restraint in him, not gentleness exactly, but effort. Constant effort.
âYou should keep it onâ you murmured, fingers brushing the armored plating on his chest.
Dexâs hand caught your wrist instantly.
Not rough. Reflexive.
His thumb pressed against your pulse, feeling it jump under his touch.
âThe suit?â he asked quietly.
You shook your head once.
âYes and the mask.â
He went completely still.
Through the black fabric, his breathing changed.
âYou want me to keep them on?â
There was something fragile hidden underneath the question. Something wary. Like he was waiting for the joke or disgust or rejection afterward.
Instead, you stepped closer until your bodies nearly touched.
âI like looking at you like this,â you admitted. âMakes you feel dangerous.â
âIt doesn't scare you?â
âMaybe Iâm into scary things.â
A low exhale escaped him - almost a laugh, almost disbelief. He smirks underneath the mask and the smirk reaches his eyes.
Your fingers slid up the side of the mask, tracing the seam near his jaw. Dex leaned into the touch before he could stop himself. That tiny unconscious movement always got to you more than the violence did.
Because no one ever imagined someone like him wanting softness that badly.
âYou had a bad night?â you asked.
His silence answered enough.
Then, quieter:
âI needed to see you.â
The honesty in it hit harder than anything else.
You kissed him through the mask first.
Slow.
The material was cool beneath your lips, and Dex made this strangled sound in the back of his throat like the contact short-circuited something in him. His hands settled at your waist carefully at first â too carefully for a man who could kill with a paperclip.
âYouâre sure?â he asked against your mouth.
You nodded once.
âKeep it on.â
That finally broke whatever restraint heâd been holding onto.
He lifted the mask enough to kiss you back hard and steal your breath, gloved hand sliding into your hair while the other braced against the wall beside your head.
And underneath all the armor and violence and instability, you could feel the terrifying truth of it:
Dex loved being wanted exactly as he was.
He backs you up againt the wall, never breaking the kiss. He has one hand on you waist and wraps the other one around your neck, cutting your air flow just enough.
"So, I fucking scare you, huh?"
"Fuck"
"Tell me, sweetheart"
"Yes, and you know what Dex? It turns me on"
He growls, moving his mouth to your neck, kissing and biting at your sweet spot. You moan loudly in his ear instead. When he comes up at your mouth again you push him away. He looks startled, afraid he took things to far, until you take your robe off, completely naked underneath it, drop to your knees and start unbuckling his belt.
The sight of you in your knees with his dick in your mouth, naked while he is fully clothed with his suit on made him feel more in power and turned on beyond belief.
He puts a hand in you head, not pushing you just feeling you move. You are not slow with it. No. You don't have the patience for slow. You are fast and rough, taking him all in, sucking him in like it's giving you oxygen when you can't breath. You moan around him when you hear the sounds he makes, which drives him even more crazy.
He grabs your hair and pulls your head back. You whine at the loss of contact, looking at him with pleading eyes.
"Stand up, sweetheart, it's my turn"
The moment you stand up, he lifts you up and carries you to the bed. He climbs on top of you like a predator, kisses you hard then slowly descents parting your legs forcefully.
His mouth is then on you with deadly precision, taking your breath and mind away.
"Oh fuck, Dex, how are you so good at this?"
The praise making him moan around you, the vibrations adding even more intensity to your pleasure.
He builds your orgasm almost in seconds, lapping at you like a starving man, but you tip over the moment you look down and see him eating you and watching you through the mask. The image was addicting and you looked while the waves of pleasure took over you, and he looked right back at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Before you could calm down from your orgasm, he lowers the mask, climbs back up, pins your wrists next to your head and enters you with one swift motion, cutting the air from you lungs.
"You are always so tight for me, want me to open you up?"
"Yes, please" You wrap your legs around his waist, driving him deeper and you almost wanted to tell him to rip you apart if he had to.
His face, still covered by the mask, hovered just inches from yours, only his eyes visible now, heavy-lidded, dark, and unfocused in a way that betrayed how much control he was losing, the sharp intensity usually there dulled into something warmer, hazier, like he was barely holding onto awareness of anything beyond you.
And the fact that you couldnât fully reach himâcouldnât kiss him properly, couldnât close that final gap because the mask was still thereâonly made the tension tighten further in your chest, the frustration and want twisting together into something almost unbearable as his breath brushed your skin and he stayed just out of reach, like he knew exactly what he was doing without meaning to.
He starts moving, with hard and slow thrusts, each rougher than the previous one, hitting in just the right place like he always does. You feel your mind slipping away, lost in the pleasure the masked man is offering you.
"Are you going to hurt me masked man?"
"Do you want me to?"
"Show me why I should be scared of you, Dex" the words driving him even more feral, making his thrusts crueler and faster, making it feel like he wanted to rip you in half. He fucked you right at the line of pain and pleasure, perfectly balanced with neither winning.
"You are fucking perfect"
Perfect wasnât a word he used lightly. It didnât feel like it belonged to people. People were inconsistent, noisy, unpredictable in ways that usually meant control slipping away from him. But you - there was a kind of alignment in the way you responded to him. You didnât try to fix what you saw. You didnât try to pretend he was something gentler than he was. You looked at the danger and stayed anyway, and not just stayed you took pleasure from it. You owned the fear.
It wasn't hard to reach your peak once again, the intensity of the act drove you through the edge, and Dex followed right after you when he felt you clenching around him.
He collapsed on top of you, still holding himself up a little so that he wouldn't crush you, with his head tucked in you nape.
The moment you catch your breath, you gently lift his head up and take his mask of.
"No matter how much I enjoyed this, I missed your pretty face" you said softly.
For a second, he didnât move.
Dex had never really understood words like that - pretty, soft, anything that didnât come with a tactical purpose or a threat attached to it. He didnât think of himself in those terms at all. Never had. It wasnât relevant. It wasnât useful. It wasnât something people like him got to be.
But when you said it, something in him still reacted.
Not logically. Instinctively.
Like the word landed somewhere it wasnât supposed to reach.
His gaze flicked to you sharp at first, almost confused by his own response, before it softened in a way he didnât fully control. He didnât correct you. Didnât dismiss it.
Because with you, it didnât feel like a mistake.
It felt⌠wanted.
He leaned in, slow and deliberate, and kissed you lightly, just enough to bridge the space heâd been holding between you without fully closing it. No rush. No violence. Just contact, careful and almost testing, like he was checking that the moment was still real.
And when he pulled back slightly, his thumb lingered at your jaw, anchoring you there.
He didnât say anything about the word.
But the way he stayed close, just a fraction longer than necessary, like he didnât want to lose the feeling of it, said enough.
"Shower and sleep?"
"Shower, round two and sleep?"
"How could I possibly say no to that? Lead the way my beautiful masked man."
THE END
PS It's my first time writing smut, Dex just has that effect on me
actually im doing really well except for the fact that everything makes me sad and the things that dont make me sad make me angry. but other than that im fine
Licking on dex scar during missionary⌠that alone will drive him crazy. heâd get sloppy afterwards mumbling and cursing bcs you could do anything to taunt him; he has the patience for it all but licking the scar??? wheww thatâd do itâŚ.
WHEWWW
and at first he would be thrusting into you slowly and lovingly, his cock sinking into your tummy and drawing little gasps from you. your quivering legs just closing in on his waist every time he draws back and pushes his length into your cunt. and with how tender dex is being it makes you so needy that you just want to kiss him :(( making grabby hands at him until he smiles and lowers his head down for you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. âneedy girl..â heâll mumble, knowing he totally loves it when you get like this.
youâre just pecking at his lips and his neck, whines of dex.. and feels sâgood.., sweetly leaving your lips after every smooch. youâve pulled him so close that your cheeks are pressed together and you could hear his breaths in your ear, hard panting and strained groans every so often. and you really werenât thinking when you did it, your lips were already kissing at his cheekbones when you decided to lick a long stripe against his scar. tongue gliding over the damaged skin with a pant as you hold him close to you, tasting the sweat of darkened scar. and dex just stills in his movements, his cock still snug in between your legs as he takes in how fucking hot that was.
you hear dex groan out a rough, âfuck..â, his hands moving from holding behind your head to gripping at your hips, sloppily pounding into your cunt with need. and he hits right at your g-spot extracting a sob from your throat, instinctively hiding into dexs shoulder. âhey, stop that. keep doing what you were doing sweetheart.. for me yeah?â dex urges, taking one of his hands from your hips and pulling your head from his neck. with tears running down your face you start to lap at dexs face again, and you give him little kitten licks at his scar with a whimper.
his mouth curls into a grin and he bites his lip, eyes shut in pleasure as his hips rock into you harshly. âatta girl just like that..â you hear, feeling your core tighten up with an intense orgasm creeping up on you.
you can barely keep up steady licks on dexs cheek, only managing a slick stripe on his skin every moment from how much heâs rocking you back and forth on the bed. and his thrusts stutter when you clench around his length, tightly squeezing around him while you cum, his cock having to pry itself from your sopping folds. dex is mumbling curses in your ear and you know heâs about to cum himself, cos he gets all sloppy and hazy, cock pulsing with the need to paint your walls. dex plunges his load in your hole with lowly moan â youâre hiding in his shoulder again, and his face is all messy with spit because of you!
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 ÝÝâ pairs: ddba!dex poindexter x super-soldier!female reader.
 ÝÝâ themes: Morally gray FMC, Age-gap, Obsessive/Possessive Love, Dark Romance & Toxic Codependency, Emotional Manipulation, Homicidal Ideation/Violent Fantasies, Dissociation & Emotional Numbness, Violence as foreplay/love language, Identity & Moral Corruption, Control vs Chaos, Graphic Violence & Gore, Explicit Sexual Content (Power Struggle(Femdom), Bondage(metal cuffs), Injury Kink (Dex still healing), Dirty Talk, Degradation (Little Shit, Sadistic little Bitch, Dirty Dog), Slapping Dex Mid-Threat, Teasing/Denial, Breath Play(Asphyxiation/Smothered by pillow), Begging & Submission, Handjob, Voyeurism/Exhibition(?), unprotected piv(lets wrap it up), Cowgirl, Creampie, Body Worship, Marking (Bites, Kiss marks), Rough Sex), Gun Violence, Car Chase, Murder (AVTF agents/Fisk Minions welp.), Mentions of blood, Savior Complex, Post-Prison Dex, No use of Y/N, reader will be portrayed as physically fit (literally a super-soldier), apart from that no other physical adjectives are included...i hope.
Authorâs Note: Welcome to the unhinged portion of the program. If you are new here: yes they're toxic. Yes, both of them are a walking red flag. THIS IS NOT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP OKAY? If any of the warning is triggering please take care of yourself and SKIP this fanfic (YOU HAVE FREE WILL) because it's getting dark in here. Going over the top on warnings here cause I am nervous... it's NOT Haunting Adeline level dark but still....
Part I - Masterlist
You walked into the DoDC bullpen with your chin high and a quiet, vicious little thrill humming under your skin.
Let him suffer.
That was the thought looping in your head the entire ride over. Leaving Dex frustrated felt like the perfect petty punishment for everything heâd put you through. Yeah. He deserved blue balls and a bruised ego.
You barely had time to drop your jacket over your chair before someone muttered, âValentinaâs on her way up.â
You groaned internally, already reaching for your coffee like it could save you. Not again. Valentina Allegra de Fontaine had been circling you like a shark for months, dropping not-so-subtle hints about âspecial projectsâ and âteam workâ, as if John Walker would work with you and as if youâd ever work with John Walker. The man publicly murdered Nico with the shield. If you ever came face-to-face with him, you werenât sure youâd be able to stop yourself from snapping the douchebag's neck.
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 ÝÝâ pairs: ddba!dex poindexter x super-soldier!female reader.  ÝÝâ themes: Morally gray FMC, Age-gap, Love-Bombing, Obsessive/Possessive Love, Dark Romance & Toxic Codependency, Emotional Manipulation, Violence as foreplay/love language, Identity & Moral Corruption, Control vs Chaos, Graphic Violence & Gore, Explicit Sexual Content (blood tasting, degradation, choking, hair pulling), Gun Violence, Murder (AVTF agents welp.), Mentions of blood, âI can fix himâ mentality, FMC who keeps trying to Dom him but failing spectacularly. Post-Prison Dex, No use of Y/N, reader will be portrayed as physically fit (literally a super-soldier), apart from that no other physical adjectives are included...i hope.
Authorâs Note: Again, this is NOT what a healthy relationship looks like. Dex will be toxic/yandere and both characters enable the worst in each other. Take care of yourself and do not read if this is not your cup of tea.
Prologue - Masterlist - Part II
Dex slammed the apartment door behind him, the cheap frame rattling the single photo on the wall. He didnât bother with the lights. The sickly orange glow from the city outside was enough. He preferred it that way now.
But your voice wouldnât leave him the fuck alone.
If you want to keep me, youâre gonna need to love me harder than that.
It looped in his head, louder than the dried blood still crusted under his nails from the two agents heâd taken care of for you. Heâd scrubbed every surface, wiped every print, bagged the bodies, and left your place spotlessâjust like you asked. And what did he get? A reluctant little âIâll see what I can doâ and that bullshit about laying low.
He wanted everything. Every second of your time. Every flicker of your attention. Every inch of that super-soldier body that used to press against him like it was built for his rituals. He wanted your image, your career, the careful little life youâd rebuiltâall of it twisted around him. Not the version of him you kept trying to leash with your rules.
i need a weekend getaway where i can smoke all the weed i want and have her fucking me in the bed of her truck for hours until i canât move anymore.
where sheâll put the joint in my mouth and tell me just relax and listen to the sounds of the night. itâs all to distract me from her slowly pulling my shorts down. i wouldnât be wearing underwear since weâd gone swimming earlier and sheâs so happy ab it.
sheâll tell me i look pretty and how she just wants to keep me like that, needy and soaked.
sheâll eat me out til iâm crying that itâs too much and that i canât take it but she says âyou can take it, baby, take it for me.â and sheâll call me an angel and say that iâm doing so good for her.
sheâll let me cum all over her, soaking me in and telling me iâm perfect.
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