dean in a pretty pink thong with bows!! dean in your pretty pink thong…. dean who likes to sniff your panties and wear them when you’re not around and jerk off with them in his hand :((
yes yes yes. dean who steals your panties from your duffelbag when you’re out with sam and uses them to his heart’s content—sniffing them, trying them on, groping himself through the same fabric you’ve worn over your most delicate parts, rutting against your bedsheets while imagining you below him. when he gets himself so stiff and worked up, he finally tugs them off, jerking off his leaking cock with the fabric wrapped around his length. he’s quick to hit his peak, spurting hot white ropes right onto the gusset, imagining his seed flooding between your pretty wet folds, instead of just wasted on the lacy fabric. maybe one day, but for now, he stashes the defiled panties deep into his own duffelbag and hopes you’re none the wiser :(
18+ benjamin poindexter is big, needy, and pathetic.
at first you were afraid of what bullseye can do.
you didn’t know benjamin poindexter, but you knew of that other side of him. the blood on his hands that he acted like didn’t exist or just didn’t care to dwell on. how capable he is of destruction that it followed him everywhere he went.
but then he met you.
well, first he followed you. he found your address and place of work. found your parents house and your coworkers husband who stared too long at you when he picked up his wife.
dex watched you walk home from afar because someone should make sure you’re safe, right?
but you’re attentive and when he starts to get closer, you notice him. he’s not hard to miss, all that muscle mass and that deafening stare. you lock eyes with him at the grocery store. then, at your local coffee shop when he lifted his hat and visibly gulped. he finally builds up the courage to talk to you then and buys you a cup of coffee, plus some sweet pastry because he knew you hadn’t eaten yet, even though you didn’t tell him.
though when he slips up that the gym by your house is nice, you just knew.
“did i mention i lived around there?” you blink at him.
his smile reaches his eyes, crinkling beautifully. “i believe so.”
calling his bluff and inching closer, you press on, “i believe you’ve been following me, Benjamin.”
everything in his face drops and his expression falters. “no… i just—i saw you and i thought,”
“—it’s okay,” you smile, lifting your drink and sipping slowly. eye’s glued to his as they began to soften. “i can learn things too. really interesting things officer.”
he blinks hard, “i didn’t tell you about my job…”
“and yet? you’d be surprised how much information you can find online.”
the words die in his mouth and he’s left dumbfounded and speechless. still, he stays and he asks for number. you give him it. you could ask him to anything and he’ll say yes or soundlessly change the odds so they’re all in your favour. it’s not coercion and it’s almost worse than obsession, but the control is all in your hands. he is at your beck and call willingly.
so when he you’re mad at him, he doesn’t know what to do. he just falls apart.
“please,” he begs over the phone, “i’ll be good i swear. i’ll stop fighting just let me come home.”
from his tone you could tell he was just done crying and it just sounded pathetically beautiful.
“this is not your home. this is my house.” you coo as you stir your dinner. “stop calling me dex.”
you hang up without listening to the rest of his pleading. though less than 10 minutes later, he’s at your front door, begging again.
“baby,” eyes red and puffy, “i need you, i can’t breathe without you. please, please, don’t cut me off again, just—” he breathes as he ghosts his arm by your shoulders like he’s asking for permission. “can i please stay?”
you sigh and let him inside the house. he silently walks in, muttering a quiet thank you as he passes you. as soon as you close door and turn, dex is already on his knees.
“what the hell are you doing dex?”
dropping to his knees, his hands caress the backs of your thighs, dropping his head and burying it between them. gripping you tightly like he could bare letting go. “please take me back. nothing is good without you and it’s making me fucking sick, please,” practically blubbering at this point.
he was so strong and his biceps wrapped around you effortlessly. you could feel the strength just radiating off of him always, like an ever glowing essence.
you sigh, hand touching the nape of his neck and travelling up through his hair while he hums in contentment, “please stand up.”
the sound that he makes was teetering the line of desperation and relief. his lips press against the plush of your thigh while his hands rise to cup your ass. with your hand still buried in his hair, you pull him up with a slight tug, trying to get him to stand. though he keeps slowly rising, kissing up your side and dancing over your stomach, the fabric rising with every movement. a soft gasp escapes your lips and his touch slides up your spine, a shiver running through you. he stops just by your neck when you tug his hair harder and he hisses your name though one would argue it was a moan. you shove him gently and tell him to sit down, though you knew he could’ve stopped you.
you tend to his wounds and wipe his face and he watches you the whole time with puppy eyes. you share your dinner with him but you don’t touch again then, he only steals glances between bites.
within the span of an hour he’s inching closer to you on the couch and he’s watching you when he thinks you’re not looking. no one really cares about the news playing on the television as it repeats something about the AVTF.
his heavy hand rests just under your chest as he pulls you in and buries his nose in your hair, taking a long deep breath in. memorizing your scent like it gave him life.
by the end of night dex is situated between your legs, groaning like it hurts to part from you. he whispers soft thank you’s like he’s grateful for this meal you’ve provided. pushing your legs up higher over his head while you pant and squirm. but dex takes more control then, ignoring your pleas to slow down and dragging you closer to his mouth. maw slack and relentless as he laps and teases. his strong arms wrap and hook around your thighs. tongue teasing the sensitive bud for what felt like eternity. you’ll push his head away to no avail, weakly spent as you attempt it.
“dex, enough. i can’t,” you pant, voice bordering on barely concealed exhaustion and blissful satisfaction.
he shakes his head against you and that only makes you gasp again, throwing your head back.
“not until you promise hmm?” he says between his drunken moans, “you can’t leave me.”
crying out from overstimulating pleasure you nod, “okay, fuck— i won’t. you can stay.”
looking up at you through his hooded eyes, he smiles with them before kissing your inner thigh. he leaves gentle kisses to let you cool off, letting the feeling subside for barely a minute before diving right back into his ministrations. he lets you squeeze yours legs around his head and writhe as you say his name.
“now really try to suffocate me with these,” he says as he squeezes your thighs harder around his neck, turning his head to bite the plush of your thighs.
you know you’ll let him in again. you’ll always let him come back. maybe one day you’ll tell him how you follow him too.
can you tell i just rewatched the whole show again?
Licking on dex scar during missionary… that alone will drive him crazy. he’d 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 that’d do it….
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. “needy girl..” he’ll mumble, knowing he totally loves it when you get like this.
you’re just pecking at his lips and his neck, whines of dex.. and feels s’good.., sweetly leaving your lips after every smooch. you’ve 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 weren’t 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, “fuck..”, 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. “hey, stop that. keep doing what you were doing sweetheart.. for me yeah?” 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. “atta girl just like that..” 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 he’s 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 he’s 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 — you’re hiding in his shoulder again, and his face is all messy with spit because of you!
stalker!bullseye breaking in and fucking you with the suit and mask on, then comforting you as neighbour!dex when you tell him what bullseye did to you :(
pathetic!dex..who gets horny at the mere thought of seeing you. he knows that in thirty minutes, he’ll get to see you and that makes him feel hot beneath the collar.
driving with one hand on the wheel whilst the other is palming his bulge. he imagines that the hand is yours and you’re saying filthy things to him right now. seducing him like a succubus.
he’ll moan at the idea of you commenting on how hard he is, feeling pathetic for not being able to contain himself.
pathetic!dex..who has soaked himself in precum just from kissing you. he let you take control of the situation a while ago and since; he’s been a whimpering, pervy mess.
you’re on top of him, cradling his face as he chases your mouth and you can’t ignore the feel of his growing arousal pressing up into your thinly clothed cunt.
“hmph” dex sounded as if voicing how much he liked this. he’ll grind your hips down against his before tucking his head in between your breast.
“please, fuck me” he’d plea before latching his mouth onto your nipple.
pathetic!dex..who can’t get off without asking permission. it feels wrong if he doesn’t.
you could sense the movements getting quicker, as if dex were rushing. “it’s okay, slow down baby.” you’d coo while fiddling with his blonde locks.
he always listened to you so, slowing his pace, he continued to ride the wave of his pre-orgasm. the euphoria of the moment swallowed him whole and made him even needier.
“please—can i cum?” with a wet pop as he released your breast. his eyes were glazed over, pupils blown wide.
he’d probably deny himself of finishing if you said no.
which you didn’t.
“yes baby.” you whispered teasingly watching as he shuddered.
dex kept going as the wave of his pending climax washed over him, enveloping him in a blissed out ecstasy state.
you ground him back to earth with a few forehead kisses.
your legs were starting to feel tense on the hard wood floors of your apartment, where you were kneeling in front of dex. probably been in that same position for at least 45 minutes, just having dex use your throat as he wants.
and it was more than sore, feeling his length reach the depths of throat everytime he picked your head up and slammed it back down again on his cock. it was worth it though. you would let your voice be croaky and abused for days if it meant you got to hear the groans of the man above you. as if he was in pain it sounded, his breath panting as he guided you to use your mouth the way he wanted. “fuck.. just like that sweetheart keep goin.” dex would grumble, his head was leaned all the way back on the couch. his leg spread out with his jeans fallen to his feet and touching the floor.
up and down and up and down, the gurgles of your messy wet mouth was echoing in the air. nd your head was starting to get dizzy, he’s controlling your movements and using your throat so intensely, your barley breathing. dex notices and sighs, slowing down a bit. “hey hey breathe baby, breathe through your nose.” he’s saying, slapping your face lightly so you’ll listen. your eyes can barely keep open but you nod obediently, taking a minute to let oxygen get to your brain and breathe like he said. “oh that’s a good girl, listen so well for dad.” dex groans, resuming his abuse on your throat watching as tears start to roll down your eyes, staining your full cheeks.
