I want to thank all the writers of ff for helping me stay alive I love you all with all my heart. Victoria, she/her, 30, queer demon, pleased to meet you. Adapt, evolve, become
it was at night when u got home one time and was met with the sight of him just.. in ur room… organising ur clothes drawer.
you basically jumped at the sight: "What the fuck— dex! are you trying to give me a heart attack?" u huffed, hand on ur heart and clearly still recovering from the scare of a massive man (who was still suited as bullseye) in ur room at 11pm. he just looks at u with the expression of an unimpressed cat as if he’d done nothing wrong!
"your room is messy." he says. vaguely gesturing to the pile of clothes in a basket placed in the corner.
another time, you could be watching a movie, haven’t checked ur phone in a bit when u hear the sound of a window sliding open from ur bedroom. dex walking out with a bit of a concerned expression before relaxing at the sight of you, "you weren’t responding to my texts." standing by the TV as he squinted at you skeptically… as if he wasn’t literally standing next to the reason why.
"..i’m watching a movie, babe. i didn’t see the messages," sighing softly as you patted the couch, dex immediately moving to plop down next to you like an overgrown puppy.
another time, you were sleeping— trying to sleep. tossing and turning with grumbles and complaints and as if the universe was finally on ur side you heard ur bedroom door being opened gently, "mhmmn.. dex..?" u mumbled, rubbing ur eyes and rolling onto ur back. dex grunting softly in response as u heard him kick his boots off, settling beside you on the bed as he shifted you onto a more comfy position.
"baby… you can’t just keep breaking into my home."
"…yes i can." he grumbled, before he kissed ur neck gently and snuggling you tightly.
quick little thought about dex and that sexy ass scar of his on his cheek, skip with me down this lane covered in lavender, wisterias and babys breath like we’re promenading in an episode of brigerton,
so dex, my dex, our dex, our death row husband, he’d be insecure about it at first. like his self esteem/ sense of self worth rises and disappears quicker than the tides if the moon were gone and yet it all solely depends on his north star
he wouldn’t show it or even verbally mention it unless his north star says something about it. whether or not being with dex cause this, but his north star is and kinda has to be hyper vigilant. dex internalizes everything and listen to the first bad thought in his has as if it were fact, the beginnings of his spirals are quiet but not invisible if you know what to look for
so, his north star would notice how he favors staying at their right side, so the other side of his face is out of view, how dex went as far as switching bed sides, claiming its much more likely for someone to enter through the window than the door, and why are you even worrying about that! you know he’ll keep you safe, you know the entire country will burn if your barber so much as snips a hair on your head out if place and you spaced for a second and began complaining about it to him yeah find a new barber
again, its subtle but after a while it becomes so much more clear on what he’s doing cause he’ll flinch ever so slightly when his north star plants kisses on his face, starting from the corner of his mouth up to that smooth scar on his cheekbone, and he’d stop them , say something thats probably so stupid his north star is fighting a war trying not to let their annoyance show in their face because uhm… sir… they were fucking busy cant you see that?
and he’d try reversing the situation, distracting his north star by mimicking their earlier kisses, trailing down their neck instead of up. all for his north star to firmly grab his face, hold eye contact long enough for his cheeks to flush and just as dex is about to speak, his north star drags the tip of her tongue down the thin point of his scar and by the time they reached his hair line, their tongue is flat on his face, soaking up salty droplets of sweat as they kiss down the scar, to dex’s nose then his other cheekbone before returning to show his scar extra love
honestly he’d probably cum from a few minutes of his north star practically making out with his scar.
you are a fbi emergency physician and patch up agents including dex who you have a sexual situationship with, but not for long after he confesses he wants you.
warnings?: situationship with dex, insinuation dex stalks you, fck buddy, makeout, reader finds dex really hot in his tactical gear. she is his north star duh, fbi dex (learning how to write him)
you worked the night shift as an fbi emergency physician assigned to a tactical response unit. that meant you didn’t belong to a hospital setting. you were embedded directly with federal operations, moving with armed teams during high-risk transports, raids, and secured transfers. your job was to keep agents alive in real time: triaging injuries under pressure, stabilizing gunshot wounds or trauma before transport, managing airways and bleeding on the spot, and making fast medical calls that everyone trusted.
that night, you were part of the unit transporting wilson fisk to the new york palace. you had clearance to enter secured fbi zones, move through restricted areas during active operations, and treat injured agents wherever they dropped. your field kit always ready.
you arrived at the hotel in an ambulance with your assistant, wilson was escorted inside around an hour ago.
many lives were lost tonight, some were your colleagues, people you sang happy birthday for while they cut a grocery bought cake.
taking a moment for yourself you exit the ambulance and see agent nadeem walk towards you.
“the hotel is secured, im sorry but you have your work cut out for you” says agent nadeem with his hands on his hip. he looks tired, his eyebrow dripping blood.
you tie back your hair into a pony, “its okay i got it, are you…you doing alright?” you ask wearily.
he nods quietly “tonight wasn’t supposed to go this way”
he breaks down the story of the albanians and what not.
you and and your assistant are ushered into a large navy tent, fbi sprawled largely on the tent flap. agents already sitting wherever they can find space. each one completely battered and scarred by the events of tonight.
3 hours goes by of patching up agents one by one from most critical to not critical, having to call backup, you barely get through.
time goes by and its much quieter, the room smells of different things you dont even remember the names of now. you took off your jacket ages ago. you silently clean up the patient table. thinking over the events of tonight.
you hear the shuffle of the tent flap opening.
“have a seat agent ill be right there” you say tiredly.
you here the stable footsteps behind you, and then shuffle of fabric as the agent sits down.
you turn around with your stuff and stop in your tracks
“dex”
he looks up at you, eyes locked onto you. his pupils are dilated from adrenaline. you knew why, dex single handily took out all the albanians, you were not shocked, dex was skilled.
he wore his army green tactical suit and bullet vest, his hair was disheveled, he was breathing heavy, his big hands resting on his knees.
“you’re assigned to this unit” he states.
“yes” you mutter looking at him.
you met dex a little over a year ago when you were first cleared to higher alert cases. he wouldnt talk much when he would come in to get patched up but he always came to you, never anyone else. he was a tough cookie to crack but you knew how to talk to people, it was easy for you to adapt when handling different people. so whenever dex came in, you would keep the environment quiet, you wouldn’t ask questions or ask about his personal life. thats why he only ever came to you. it wasnt until you both got stuck in an elevator together that you both realized there was a bit more to your relationship.
you guys hooked up a couple of times, quick sex in the medical room. or heavy makeouts when you both are the last one to leave a scene of crime.
but recently he’s been avoidant and you don’t know why.
you liked him alot, and right now you think you loved him with how attractive he was looking in his tactical gear, his shoulders seemed bigger and he was much more intimidating.
you pull off his glove, and check for tremors. none in sight. looking at dex for permission you roll his sleeve upwards. you find a graze wound. not deep but definitely bleeding.
“i didn’t even feel it.” he says more to himself than you.
you go to wipe the wound and feel him flinch and clench his jaw.
“won’t take long” you mutter. “but you should’ve reported this sooner”
“you were busy” he said tilting his head.
you roll your eyes, “thats no excuse, there are other people as capable as me”.
“i know” he says sitting up straigher.
you stop your movements looking down at him. he was perfect. and in that moment you realized how much you missed him. his lips were a drug, pink and soft.
you snap out of your thoughts and turn around to get more supplies for his wound.
“i need more gauze” yells your assistant coming into the tent.
“jesus agent poindexter i didnt know you were in here, let me check that graze out holy f-” says your assistant.
you throw a bundle of gauze at him which he catches, “i got it, get outta here dude” you say without looking at him.
he quickly exits.
you look at dex who looks at you confused. “he’s been annoying all day you have no idea”
dex smiles.
you quietly patch up his forearm. and lean against a nearby table looking at him.
he tries getting up to leave, “sit” you say.
he sits back down.
“whats wrong” you ask.
dex rolls his head restless “your hair looks nice up like that” he says looking at you.
you groan walking up to him.
“you dont wanna do this anymore” you state pushing his shoulder.
he barely flinches.
“do what?” he says flatly.
“this, us, whatever this is” you say.
dex stares at you, he gets it now. the dry response, lack of contact.
he pulls you closer by wrapping his arm behind your thigh.
“i..am not ignoring you” he says truthfully.
you let him continue as he rubs his hand up and down your outer leg.
“i dont want to do this sneaking around thing anymore, i want you to be my girl, for everyone to see. i wanna take you out, walk in the mornings with your dog-”
“how do you know i have a dog?” you whisper.
he stands up leaning into you “i heard you tell nadeem about her” he says with cool.
he leans in to kiss your shoulder, and you let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding.
“im sorry i thought-” you say leaning into his chest.
“dont worry” he says.
you lean up to kiss him, your weak body resting onto him. he gladly holds up your weight as he grabs your face with his thumb and finger.
you let out a whiny moan at the assertivness. you needed this, you needed him, you relied on him as an escape. to shut the voices.
he needed you as equally.
you were his north star (we all know what that entails)
you push him onto the seat and climb over him.
you lick into his mouth, kissing near his mouth, chin and jaw before going back to his lips.
he pants as your hand goes to rub against his chest.
you both separate to catch your breath, and he wraps his arms around you engulfing him in a hug.
“i missed you baby” he said into your ear. your body grew goosebumps at his low gravel voice.
“hot” you sigh back.
he smiles uncertain. “what?”
“you look so hot in this dex, ive never been one for uniforms but fuck” you mumble checking him out.
he laughs looking down sheepishly.
“yeah?” he says shyly. hes not used to such attention and compliments. but he will accept anything you say.
you nod going in to kiss him harder.
you both grunt as you move your hips over his very prominent buldge.
he lets out a whiny groan.
“come home with me” you plead looking at him with doe eyes.
he freezes up, never having visited eachothers homes. although dex knows exactly where you live. he cant believe its happening.
“whatever my girl wants” he says.
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im too scared to write smut, ill get there one day. SOMEONE GIVE ME IDEAS. Alsooooo this is lowk so dry but if yall want i can make a part two?
The trading of strikes and blocks had been fast and aggressive until a sudden, tangled mess of limbs sent you both crashing down to the hard floor.
Now you’re pinned right on top of him, your hands resting flat against his broad chest to catch your balance, your breath coming in short, ragged huffs.
Neither of you moves to break the position. The sharp rush of adrenaline from the fight shifts instantly into something entirely different; the air between you feels thick and heavy, making it hard to draw a full breath.
Dex freezes beneath you, his eyes locking onto yours as his pupils dilate, and you can see a sudden, dark flush creeping up his neck as his face grows intensely hot under your gaze.
As much as he hates the sudden loss of control, his body betrays him completely, his dick hardening beneath you in a matter of seconds. He knows there’s no hiding it — the position leaves absolutely no room for doubt, and he can feel himself pressed up right against your cunt through the fabric of your gear.
You obviously notice it right away, the sudden, rigid outline straining against you making your eyes lock onto his with a knowing look. Dex's face burns even warmer, and he tries to shift his hips to move away, but you don't let up, keeping your weight centered firmly over him.
“Come on, move,” Dex grunts as he avoids your eyes.
“Not until you admit defeat,” you tease with a small curve of your lips.
He absolutely doesn't want to give up that easily, especially not like this. “Get up.” he grumbles, trying to sound authoritative but failing miserably.
Instead of listening, you deliberately plant your full weight down onto him, pressing right against the hard length of him. The sudden friction catches him completely off guard, and Dex lets out a small, breathless noise.
“Don’t- “ he gasps, his hands automatically coming up to grip your hips, trying to hold you still. “Don’t do that.”
“I’m not doing anything,” you say innocently, though you don't shift an inch. “I just want to hear you say that you lost,”
“No,” he rasps, his stubbornness fighting hard against the flush creeping all the way to his ears.
Dex is both bigger and stronger than you — he could easily wrap his arms around your waist, flip your positions, or just push you off him if he really wanted to. But as he tries to move, his muscles lock up and he freezes beneath you. A cloudy haze starts to roll through his mind, drifting over his thoughts until his sharp focus completely dissolves.
When you notice his defenses crumble, you shift your hips against his again. This time, it’s a slow, purposeful roll, grinding right against his growing cock.
Dex’s entire body goes rigid beneath you, his fingers digging into your hips as a helpless whine catches in his throat. His eyes flutter shut and his lips part, his breath coming in shallow, uneven hitches as he completely melts beneath your weight.
He starts to push his hips up towards yours, meeting your grind with a desperate thrust of his own. The sudden, deep contact of his bulge right against you sends a sharp shudder straight up your spine.
“I know what you've been up to,” you tell him, looking down at his pink face.
Dex swallows hard, his voice strained as he forces out a single word. “What?”
“Don’t act dumb Dex,” you tell him, a knowing look in your eyes as you press down firmer against his cock. “I know you've been stalking me.”
“I haven’t- ”
“I know you watch me walk home,” you interrupt, your voice dropping to a sharp whisper. “And I know you watch me when I'm sleeping,”
“I don’t know what you're talking about,” he sighs, his jaw tightens as he tries to force a cold, detached mask back over his face.
The confession ruins whatever restraint he has left. Your hips begin to move together in a heavy, frantic rhythm, the friction building rapidly between the two of you. Dex’s hands lock onto your waist, trying to silently encourage you to plant yourself harder against him. His eyes squeeze shut as he feels himself rapidly getting closer.
“The watching is fine,” you say, your voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “But then I started missing panties,”
Dex’s eyes snap open, wide and filled with panic as his chest heaves beneath you.
“I already knew you were a freak, Dex,” you purr. “But c’mon, that's just unredeemable,”
“‘M sorry, I-I’ll stop,” Dex gasps out, all of his pride completely disintegrating as his fingers press bruises into your skin. “Won’t -mmph- won’t do it again, I swear,”
He can't stop himself anymore. Even as you try to hold him still, his hips keep meeting yours in hopeless jerks.
Just as he’s about to make a mess of himself, you abruptly stand up. Dex lets out a broken, confused groan, staring up at you completely wrecked.
“You’re a smart boy,” You smile down at him, “Can’t you tell I’ve been keeping my curtains open for you?”
You step forward, pressing the sole of your foot firmly against his cock. Dex’s eyes roll back and a loud, helpless moan tears from his throat.
Leaning forward to apply even more pressure, you look into his dazed eyes before walking away.
your boyfriend, dex, comes home covered in blood after violently slaughtering police officers at a nearby diner.
ᯓ tags│blowjob, cowgirl, creampie, overstimulation, petnames, very detailed imagine of dex's chest and abs!!!│word count: 3k
you sat cross-legged on the couch, sunlight spilling through the windows and filling the apartment with a soft golden glow. though you hadn't turned a page in several minutes, a book was on your lap. every so often, your gaze drifted toward the front door before returning to the same line you'd been trying to read.
the afternoon seemed to drag on endlessly. you absentmindedly tapped your fingers against the book's cover, listening to the distant sounds of the city outside. dex had said he'd be back later, and while you weren't exactly worried, you couldn't deny the small spark of anticipation that settled in your chest whenever you imagined hearing the door open and seeing him walk inside.
the sound of a key turning in the lock immediately pulled your attention away from the book. before the door had even fully opened, you were already setting it aside and getting to your feet. a moment later, dex stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket as he closed the door behind him. his eyes found yours almost instantly, and something in his expression softened.
"finally," you muttered, unable to hide your smile.
you crossed the room in a few quick steps and wrapped your arms around him. for a second he seemed caught off guard, but then his arms slid around your waist, pulling you closer against him. the familiar warmth of him made the apartment feel complete again.
dex rested his chin lightly on top of your head and let out a quiet breath. "I missed you," he said, his voice lower than usual.
a smile tugged at your lips as you held onto him. "you were only gone a few hours."
"still," he replied, giving you a small squeeze. "missed you anyway." for a rare moment, he didn't seem eager to let go, content to stand there with you in the middle of the apartment as the afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows.
as you pulled back slightly, your smile faded. now that you were looking at him properly, he didn't seem quite as put together as he usually did. there was a faint stain on the sleeve of his jacket, dark against the fabric, and a small scrape near his knuckles that definitely hadn't been there earlier. his hair was a little messier than usual.
your brows furrowed. "dex?"
"hmm?" he looked down at you.
"what happened?" your eyes flicked to the mark on his sleeve. "are you hurt?"
for a moment, his expression became unreadable. then he glanced away and shrugged out of his jacket as if it were nothing. "forget about it."
"dex-"
"I'm fine," he interrupted calmly, setting the jacket aside. when he looked back at you, his face had already smoothed into something reassuring. "don't worry about it." he reached out and brushed a hand against your arm, gently steering your attention away from the subject.
you studied him for a long second, not fully convinced - but dex always had that effect. the way he could look at you like everything was okay, even when it clearly wasn’t. still, you didn’t push. instead, without warning, you rose onto your toes and kissed him.
it started soft - just your lips meeting his. but the second he responded with a quiet hum in his throat and his hands slid to your hips, it deepened fast. his mouth moved against yours with careful pressure at first.
then one hand crept up to cradle the back of your neck and suddenly he was kissing deeper: warm breath mingling between open mouths; teeth catching lightly on lower lips before soothing again with slow licks.
your fingers twisted into the fabric of his tight shirt - still tucked neatly under his belt and tugged, pulling him closer like you couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you. dex made another soft sound against your mouth and this time gave in completely.
dex’s lips finally left yours when he felt your hands playing with his shirt. he broke the kiss just enough to tilt his head back slightly, giving you room, his chest rising fast beneath the bloody fabric.
you worked quickly, fingers unsteady but determined. you pulled it over his head, letting it fall behind him onto the floor.
the sunlight caught every ridge of muscle across his torso - broad shoulders tapering down into a chest covered in scars. you noticed that thin trail of hair leading downward under his waistband - but what stood out most were his abs.
perfectly defined - a six-pack, hard lines forming each defined rectangle; deep grooves between them where shadows pooled from angled light; all leading naturally to that strong V-shape at hips disappearing into pants still zipped tightly around narrow waist.
without thinking twice, your palms flattened against him immediately - fingers splaying wide over warm skin as they traced upward along sculpted muscle.
his hands slid up your back beneath the loose cotton sweater you’d thrown on earlier, palms warm through the thin material. when they found bare skin at your waist, a shiver ran through both of you. he noticed you weren't wearing anything underneath.
"were you waitin' for me, baby?" he let out a breathy chuckle against your lips. another messy kiss - less controlled, more urgent. lips parted wider; breaths came faster.
your hands roamed over his bare chest - thumbs brushing the hard lines of his abs, feeling how firm and warm they were under your touch. you leaned in again, but this time didn’t go for his mouth. instead, your lips found the side of dex’s neck - softly plantinh a light kiss just below his jawline, slow trail down along the column of his throat where you could feel him swallow hard as your breath ghosted over sensitive skin there. dex tensed slightly - not from discomfort but intensity. he wasn't used to being kissed like this.
his ears burned red before anything else even happened - the tips turning pink fast as nervous energy buzzed through him despite how much he was enjoying it. he stayed very still otherwise, barely breathing too loud, just letting you explore while fingers curled slightly against your arms.
your lips kept descending - lower, lower - until they reached the top of dex’s chest. you kissed him there, right over his collarbone first, slow and lingering, then along the slope where shoulder met pec.
each kiss was soft but deliberate - a warm press of your mouth that left behind a faint flush on his skin. dex exhaled shakily as more kisses rained down. when you finally reached his nipples, he actually flinched and sucked in a quiet breath through clenched teeth.
they were small and flat normally under fabric, but now exposed to air - each one tightened instantly into hard little peaks at attention. you didn’t hesitate; gently circling one with your tongue before pressing an open-mouthed kiss right over it - testing how he’d react.
dex's hands shot up almost unconsciously. fingers tangling lightly in your hair like he couldn't decide whether to pull you closer or push away because this felt too much all at once. "careful, sweetheart" he warned.
before things went any further, your hands roamed back up dex’s torso - this time with purpose. you cupped his chest firmly, thumbs brushing over the tight muscle there. his chest was broad, lean and bulky.
and then you squeezed again not rough but definite, palms pressing into warm skin like you were memorizing the shape of him. dex exhaled sharply through his nose; low groan leaving his lips before he could stop it.
his nipples stayed peaked from earlier attention and now as your fingers drifted closer to them, they stiffened even more. he bit lightly on bottom lip to keep quiet, trying not move too much or react obviously but failing slightly because damn he felt good.
you leaned down and pressed another kiss right over his heart - then looked up at him through your lashes, a small smile playing on your lips.
"you're so hot," you murmured, voice low and sincere.
dex blinked. for someone who usually kept his emotions locked tight, this kind of direct affection undid him every time. he didn’t know how to respond with words - so instead, the corners of his mouth twitched into something flustered but undeniably pleased.
"shut up," without thinking, dex tilted forward suddenly - closing distance fast. dex’s lips crashed into yours, sudden, hungry, and messy with emotion. no grace or technique this time; just raw need. his hands flew up to cradle your face as he kissed you hard - mouth warm and slightly desperate like he’d been holding back all afternoon.
his thumbs brushed your cheekbones while the kiss deepened: tongues meeting again almost instantly; teeth clashing once before adjusting angles to fit better.
then you continued trailing kisses back down dex’s chest, slow, worshipful, each one softer than the last. over his sternum, across abs, lower as your eyes flicked up to meet his as you hovered near the waistband of his pants.
dex stared down at you - dark eyes wide and unblinking. lips slightly parted; chest rising fast under your gaze. no teasing smirk or cool remark this time, just pure anticipation burning in that quiet intensity he always carried.
then without breaking eye contact, you slowly sank to your knees on the floor. you hooked your fingers into the waistband of dex’s trousers and so slowly pushed them down.
fabric slid over his hips, then thighs - revealing more of that toned body beneath: lean legs covered in faint hair, strong calves. everything perfectly proportioned.
now he was just in boxers, a simple black pair hugging narrow waist and you could see everything: how defined and hard he was; how every muscle moved when he breathed.
you slowly tugged the fabric down as the boxers slipped past his thighs - now dex was fully exposed. sunlight spilled over him, painting golden streaks across pale skin. he didn’t flinch or cover himself - just stood there, completely bare from the waist down now, breathing a little faster than normal.
the moment your lips made contact to his tip, dex’s fingers immediately tangled rough and firm as he needed something to hold onto as the sensation overwhelmed him completely. his breath came out in a shaky exhale above you; head tilting back slightly without realizing it while his hips gave the tiniest involuntary twitch forward.
"fuck" he cursed. you looked up at him with eyes filled with lust as dex stared down at you hypnotized.
you took him deeper then, warm mouth working carefully and that’s when his grip tightened just a little: not pushing or forcing yet, just holding, knuckles whitening where they curled against strands of your hair.
every slow suck drew another response from him: shallow breaths turning uneven; thighs tensing under smooth skin; pulse hammering wildly at temples and wrists both.
you kept going - mouth warm and wet around him, lips sliding with careful pressure. each movement was deliberate: soft suction pulling gently, tongue swirling just right in ways that made dex’s knees actually tremble for a second. you took your time, just savoring the taste of him.
you adjusted your rhythm - sucking a little deeper this time, then slowing to tease with just the tip of your tongue tracing along sensitive skin. dex’s whole body tensed. his thighs locked. his stomach muscles tightened like he was bracing for impact.
dex’s control snapped. his hands tightened in your hair, he gently guided your head forward. dex’s breath left him all at once like someone punched air from lungs. eyes fluttered shut for a second; back arched faintly without meaning to, hips forward.
"please don't stop." he whispered.
the next push was firmer, more deliberate. you didn’t resist - just adjusted, letting him guide while keeping pace. dex was taking deep breaths through parted lips above you; eyes shut tight; expression completely unraveled into pure pleasure.
"fuck, sweetheart"
his breathing turned ragged - short, quick inhales through his nose between clenched teeth. every muscle in dex’s body tensed: stomach tight; shoulders rigid; thighs trembling slightly where he stood on the floor.
he was close. so close it bordered on painful. each harsh rock of his hips became more urgent without meaning to be. rough and desperate, every instinct was screaming at him to chase this feeling harder.
dex’s head fell back slightly, eyes squeezing shut. his hips jerked forward, a choked sound escaped him - low, broken, his whole body tensing like a bowstring about to snap. eyes squeezed shut; mouth slightly open as the wave hit.
warmth flooded through him. the air was thick with quiet, heavy breathing as dex slowly came down - dazed, boneless, his chest rising and falling.
You stayed where you were on your knees in front of him, gently kissing the soft skin just above his hipbone as you took all of what remained from him into your mouth without hesitation. you swallowed without breaking eye contact.
you rose to your feet in one smooth motion, still warm from everything that just happened. before dex could even catch his breath fully, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down into a hard kiss.
your lips were firm against his; demanding and possessive as you backed him gently toward the couch without breaking contact. one hand stayed fisted on his bicep while the other slid up to cup his jaw, tilting it so you could deepen the kiss further. tongues tangled messily, sloppy with passion.
dex felt it the shift in your body heat as you straddled him. the way you pressed down against his bare thighs with unmistakable need. his breath hitched mid-kiss. his hands flew to your hips now, big palms spanning nearly all of them and he gripped tight as you grinded.
a low groan rumbled from his chest into the kiss; one hand slid up under fabric while his hips jerked upward slightly to meet yours better - helping create friction where you needed it most.
dex didn’t hesitate. in one smooth motion, his hands slid down to your waist - fingers hooking under the edge of your panties and pushed them aside just enough.
then he lifted you slightly, helping guide you into position as you settled over him again, this time with no layers of clothes left. both of you gasped.
"oh my god," your head and eyes rolled backwards, your body arching into him. a quiet moan slipped from him, eyes fluttering shut at sensation, arms tightening around your back.
you started moving fast - no gentle rocking. no slow rhythm. just desperately riding him hard: hips lifting and dropping with purpose, each motion sharp and deliberate as you chased your own pleasure.
"yeah, use me, pretty girl, "dex’s head fell back against the couch instantly, "fuck- just like that" eyes wide for a split second before squeezing shut again from sheer overstimulation.
his hands locked onto your waist with firm grip and helped lifting you up and down. meeting every downward grind with an upward thrust of his hips, matching your pace despite how much sensation was flooding through him.
a quiet string of shaky breaths left his lips between clenched teeth; jaw tight from focusing on keeping up. the couch creaked faintly under your movements.
each time you came down, dex’s breath hitched audibly; each rise had him gripping tighter like he needed to feel you there, real and close. his abs flexed with every upward push of hips to meet yours.
"can't last any longer, sweetheart" the way his body responded betrayed him, pulse racing. pupils blown wide, staring at your tits going up and down aggressively.
"dex, dex, dex, fuuuck, I'm close"you could feel it building. tight coil of pleasure winding higher and higher with every movement. without warning your body tensed, eyes fluttering shut, hips stuttering for half a second before your walls fluttered around him.
wave crashed over you hard, pleasure so intense it almost hurt but in the best way possible. your muscles locked; fingers dug into dex’s shoulders as everything focused on that single point of overwhelming sensation.
dex felt his own control snap again too, even after cumming once already, the rhythm and heat from your climax pushed him right to edge. and a few seconds later he was falling apart beneath you: back arching slightly off couch as release hit him fast and fierce despite exhaustion creeping in at edges.
dex came with a quiet, shuddering breath, just a deep exhale as his body went completely pliant beneath you. warmth spread between you both, intimate and close as he stayed buried inside for those long, lazy seconds after, not pulling away.
your arms wrapped around his shoulders; face nuzzling into the crook of his neck where skin was warm and sweaty. his cock slowly softened inside you as he pressed soft kisses along your shoulder.
you leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow this time. lips met gently; a quiet press of warmth that lingered before pulling back slightly then doing it again like you couldn’t stop kissing him.
his hand moved slowly along your side as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “you’re too good to me, y’know that?” he murmured. his grip tightened slightly, protective and warm. “don’t know how I got so lucky.”
you smiled against him, and he let out a quiet laugh before resting his cheek on your hair. “seriously,” he said softly, his voice gentler than usual. he pulled you even closer, content just to sit there with you in his arms.
everyone say thank you @bullseyesxgirl for this amazing idea!!!!
sexy time with dex, and tonight its all about you.
warnings?: p in v, dex eats out reader, ddba dex.
you felt the heavy weight of his warm, heavy body on you, his large calloused hands roamed over your lower stomach and legs. his soft lips grazed across the curve of your neck.
“oh baby” dex groaned, his voice came out with such desperation. his voice had you tighten the hold you had on his shoulders as he fucked you.
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it had been hours since he came home from a mission, he had been out for 12 hours. when he came home, nothing was on his mind other than the need to have his hands and mouth on you.
it started off with mind numbing kisses. just soft, wet exchange of greeting as dex was too tired to strike up a sentence. you were eager for his return, and lightly bit on bottom lip which had dex tiredly grinning against your lips.
slowly he undressed himself watching you remove the sweatpants and shirt you were wearing. you laid on the bed, watching dex. his body was tattered in hues of blue and yellow bruises, a light layer of sweat across his arms and chest. god he was gorgeous.
“may i?” he asked softly, his teeth bit into the bottom of his lip, as you nodded and spread your legs. you laughed as dex took a moment to close his eyes in bliss after looking at your wet, inviting pussy,
he shuffled to be at eye level and peered up at you and had his mouth right where you wanted him, a hair width away from your hole.
“hands” dex softly reminded you with a curve of a smile. immediately, you ran your fingers through his hair, gripping strands of it.
dex absolutely could not go down on you unless he felt your hands on his hair, it made him feel grounded and it just felt so good.
your head hit the pillow as you let out a soft mewl of pleasure as dex finally began to tentatively lick. his tongue licked and probed between your legs, the sounds obscene. dex moaned as you pulled on his hair in satisfaction. your back arched off the bed and you felt your legs rise from the bed and over dex’s shoulders.
the voices that left your mouth were impossible for dex not to ignore, he was particularly hungry for you today and couldn’t hold back his own sounds.
the satisfying feeling of dex eating you had your free hand claw at your chest before moving it to press against your forehead.
“so good for me…mmh always so good” dex whispered. you lifted your head to see dex’s eyes closed, in that moment he wasnt in your shared apartment but heaven indeed.
without being able to warn dex, you came all over his mouth and dex selfishly licked it all clean. he nudged your legs off of his shoulders and the ache between your legs felt so good.
dex caged you with his body, smiling at your dazed face. still recovering from your orgasm, you grabbed onto his face and chased his lips. he whined into the kiss, feeling your tongue play around.
suddenly dex moved away. grabbed your hands and pinned them over your head, he littered kisses over the inside of your hands, down your shoulder and your chest. he left open mouthed kisses over your tits, you moaned out his name. each time growing louder and louder. you were sensitive there and dex knew that. he flicked your nipple with his tongue before sucking on it once more. his free hand gropped on the other one.
you cried out incoherent words, mixing up saying please and dex all at the same time. you wanted him to get off, but also suck harder. you squirmed beneath trying to let free him but dex was too strong.
he took his time switching between your tits, when he sat up unpinning your hands. you peered down to see your chest wet with saliva, your tits were rosy red. you could see his hand prints too.
sitting up you looked at dex who looked back at you, “sorry….got carried away.” he didn’t care, and he wasn’t sorry.
you looked at him with entranced eyes as you crawled over to him, onto his lap. “you’re just using me like a toy tonight huh?” you joked as your finger came to trace the line of the scar on his cheek.
dex looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows. god, the lines of age on his face were so sexy, the light stubble on his jaw felt good on your cheek as dex whispered into your ear. “i thought you liked that?”
the rough rasp of his voice made your eyes roll back and you nodded frantically. “no, tonight isnt about me” he said almost angry when you tried to please him with your hand. he laid you on your back and towered over you as he removed his boxers.
the dull pain of dex entering you, had you a whimpering mess trying to grab onto anything. dex thrusted into you trying to set a pace. it felt so good, so raw between your legs. he was so big and perfect.
2 hours later you both were spent, you more than him. he had his head on your stomach as he drew random circles on your thighs. you were trying to catch your breath while tracing the red scratches you left on his shoulders and back.
you both had your underwear’s on, and a soft blanket over your legs, dex told snippets of his day, and you listened. everything was perfect.
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yo I finally wrote something, mind u i have 8 drafts to post but checking them for mistakes is so boring. lemme get my exams over with and just u wait (evil laugh).
what happens when you tell your therapist that your boyfriend doesnt give you head?
cheating, oral, power imbalance, no spoken consent, semi-public sex.
18+ only — minors dni
therapist! dex stayed seated behind his desk, watching you with that steady, unreadable gaze. "your boyfriend thinks it's gross," he repeated, voice low. "and unsatisfying for him." he leaned forward slightly, elbows on the desk. "but what about you?"
you kept talking, explaining how your boyfriend refused, how he made faces at the idea, how the whole thing felt one-sided. dex listened without interrupting, fingers tapping once against the wood.
when you finished he stood, came around the desk, and stopped right in front of your chair. "stand up," he said quietly. you did. he guided you back until your ass met the edge of the desk, then pressed your shoulders until you sat on it. his hands went to your pants, undoing them without asking, tugging them down along with your underwear until they pooled at your ankles.
he dropped to his knees between your spread legs. "this is what he won't do?" dex murmured, then leaned in and dragged his tongue flat over your pussy in one slow, deliberate lick. he didn't wait for permission. his mouth sealed over you, tongue working in firm strokes, circling your clit before dipping lower to push inside, groaning into your pretty pussy as your nails scratched against his scalp and gripped his hair tightly.
he ate you with focused intensity, sucking gently on your clit while two fingers slid into your cunt, curling to press against that sensitive spot. the wet sounds of his mouth filled the small office. he groaned against you, the vibration traveling straight through your core. his free hand gripped your thigh, holding you open as he licked and sucked harder, tongue flicking rapidly over your clit now.
you could feel how much he wanted it, how he buried his face deeper, nose pressed against you while his tongue fucked in and out alongside his fingers, whining and muttering muffled praise, grinning at his spit and your wetness coating his chin. he didn't pull back once, just kept devouring you, pace steady and relentless until your thighs started shaking around his head and your voice got high and pitchy.
when your orgasm hit he didn't stop. he kept licking through it, fingers pumping steadily as you clenched around them, tongue softening only when the aftershocks made you twitch and cry. finally he pulled back, lips shiny, breathing a little heavier. he wiped his mouth with the back of his shaking hand and stood on weak knees.
"same time next week," he said, already moving to sit behind the desk again to hide his hard cock. "we can talk about whatever you need."
Warning: Brief smut | p in v | Unprotected | Mention of Voyeurism | Mention of Sexual acts | Stalking | Mention of Violence | Knife play??? | Dark Content ?? (Lowkey never written about a stalker like this man before) | Age gap (not implied but reader is mid to late 20’s) | Somnophilia?? | Dex is a creep basically | Vague mention of panty sniffing | Stockholm Syndrome ?
Word Count: 2k
A/n: Not proofread again, just more nonsense and h*rny thoughts written in once sitting. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. But Dex with “Veronica open the door please.” What has this man done to me, bro made me write my first ever dark content fic. It’s another self indulgent fic. It was only supposed to be like a short 900 words thing…I think I got carried away. Also writing everything but my Maekar fic I swear.
He doesn’t know how you found out. But it’s driving him crazy. He starts to feel himself slipping. A crack in the walls he tried to hard to hold up. Walls that you helped him build. Walls that kept him sane, that kept him normal. You were his North Star and right now you were drifting so far from him.
He could feel it.
The moment he got out of the shower, he felt the air shift. Like everything he tried so hard to build was slowly shattering.
He found you sitting there at his computer. He heard your breath hitch. Small “Oh god” leaving your lips.
“Baby?”
He watched as your shoulders tensed, the way you slowly turned around to look at him. Your eyes wide, as if you were a prey caught in a trap. Like a deer in headlights.
That’s when he saw it. He saw the folder that he thought he kept hidden so well.
Photos of you. Years before he ever even approached you. All candid photos of you. Doing your day to day things. They ranged from reading in your apartment, cooking, baking, and cleaning. But also some of you at a club with friends. One of you dancing with friends, another of you dancing with a man who you never took home. Just simply making out with in the alley.
The photo was mild but when you pressed forward. It showed the man’s hand slipping up your skirt, reminding you of your reckless behaviors as the man fingered you.
But they got worse the more you went through them. They weren’t even of you and Dex having sex, no these were of men three years before you even started dating Dex. All taken from a voyeuristic perspective, and all focused on you.
The way your head leaned back while you rode a man that wasn’t your current boyfriend. Photos zoomed in of your breast, some of your back with hands on your ass gripping you tight.
And then oh as if to make all matters worse than any of that. There you were, lying in bed. The big T-shirt you wore creeping up your thighs. The next slide was a video, you could hear Dex’s breathing, it was heavy. One you come to know as animalistic, one he used so often when he was turned on and was holding himself back for you.
The camera panning from your bare legs, to your thighs, lingering painfully slow on your cute panties. He remembered that video like it was yesterday. He never wanted to admit it but when he couldn’t see you for a week because of work he’d find himself watching it to get off.
He had parted your legs just slightly. You could hear him groan softly in the video from your body willing bending to how he wanted you positioned.
That was when his knife came into view, at first he slightly rubbed the blade against soaked panties. He watched as you twitched in your sleep. There was a pause in the video, but it returned to your panties disappearing.
And you could hear it behind the camera, a sharp breath that was followed by a shaky exhale with a whisper “God you smell so good.”
He then brought back his knife, this time it was the handle of the blade. Now rubbing more firm against your slick folds. You moaned in your sleep, the camera panning to your face before coming back down.
The blunt of the blade was almost about to push forward. But he stopped when you stirred.
You hummed, your legs began to close. His arm retreating worried you’d wake up. He was glad he wore had came in his Bullseye suit. So just in case you woke up, you wouldn’t know it was him.
He then panic when you said his name.
“Dex. Not yet. I wanna wait a little.” But then you turned over ass in full display for him. That was when the video cut off to the sound of his belt undoing. What wasn’t shown was how he touched himself before he came on your thighs. But you didn’t know that.
Your mind ran wild as you eyes remained glued to the screen.
You remembered that night, it was the first night that you and Dex went on a date. It was one of the many nights that you had a wet dream about him. So it never surprised you when you found yourself a little more wet than usually that night. You had just assumed that you got a little carried away in your sleep to wake up without any panties.
That was when you heard his voice. His usually sweet tone calling you. You felt your body tense, you felt locked in place.
But you turned slowly, you looked at him wide eyes. Watching the way he registered what you had found.
You watched as the smile on his face fell.
“Baby. Please it’s not what you think.” His eyes went from the screen then back to you.
But he could see it. He could see how the gears in your head were turning. Trying to find a way out. He watched closely your eyes flickered from him to the door.
Before his eyes got back to you was when he noticed you had bolted. Taking advantage of his vulnerable state.
You were far closers to the door than he was. You quickly closed the door behind you as you made it to the front door only managing to grab your keys.
You heard him yell your name as he struggled to change clothes.
Within minutes you managed to lose him. You should have been smart though. You shouldn’t have gone home, but it was the once place you felt safe. You thought that by maybe going home you would have a better chance at calling the police. Seeing as you left all of your personal belongings at Dex’s apartment.
Sure you could have gone to a near by place but you panicked. You didn’t want to cause a scene. And you couldn’t really make your way to the nearest police station without your phone. Panic made you dumb, it triggered your flight response. It made you abandon all sense.
Even as you made your way to your apartment you could feel it creeping up on you. Perhaps you had made the wrong decision. It wasn’t smart to go home. Dex knew where you lived. He knew your floor, he knew your apartment number.
The smart thing was to find the nearest store. To ask the workers for help, to ask for a phone and a place to hide while you waited for the cops. But it was too late at this point.
You heard the knock on the door. You faced the door, locked in place. That was when you heard his voice.
Oh so sweet and desperate.
“Baby. I know you’re in there. Open the door please.”
But you didn’t respond. You tried to stay quiet in hopes he’d just leave and try to look for you somewhere else.
“Baby please I know you’re in there.”
No response.
The knocks became more frantic. He called you by your name. His voice shifted, it sounded darker.
“Open the door.”
“Go away Dex.”
“Baby please open the door. Let me explain. I don’t want to fight.”
“No.”
“Baby.” It was as if he was a completely different person.
“Baby, if you don’t open the door I’ll just find another way in. Don’t make me come in there.”
You didn’t respond, listening to the sound of his retreating steps. That was went you moved forward, peering into the peep hole, seeing nothing behind the door. You took a deep breath. Feeling as if you were in the clear.
There was no way he’d get in here. You were on the fifth floor.
Oh how dumb you had been. Your eyes widening when you remembered. The fire escape.
You ran through the hall, making your way to the living room. But you were too late.
The darkness surrounded the living room, but there he was. The moonlight cascading on him. Framing his figure. Like this you forgot how much larger he was than you.
“Dex.”
“You still haven’t learned to lock your windows. You know how dangerous that is.”
He stalked forward while you took a step back.
“There could be creeps that walk in baby. You have to be more careful.”
“Dex please.”
“Don’t know what kind of weirdos could come climbing in.”
He forced you into a corner. Your back hitting a wall as he caged you in. His hand tightening against your waist, holding you in place while the other rested against your chin. Forcing you to look up at him.
You could feel yourself melting in his touch. You didn’t like it, how familiar this way. How this was how he had you most nights, back up against the wall grinding against you before he fucked you.
You began to feel confused. Conflicted. This wasn’t right, no he wasn’t right.
“Get away from me.”
Your eyes locking into his, his dark eyes scanning your face. That smile that you had grown so fond of appearing as he loomed over you.
“I don’t think you want me to.” He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours.
“Stop.” Your hands coming up in attempt to push him away from you. But he wouldn’t budge.
And that alone made something in you stir. It was wrong, oh so wrong. You should hate him, but there was this feeling building inside of you. A sensation that found its way to your core.
“Then stop me.”
His lips locking onto yours as his hands roamed your body. His knee parting your legs to keep them open. You felt a moan slip from your lips as his hand drifted past your jeans. Slipping into your panties, reaching your slick folds.
You gasped when he slipped in a finger. His lips attacking your neck with sloppy wet kisses before he bit down. He groaned in your neck as he felt you clamp down on his finger. He added a second one when he felt your weak attempt to push him off.
Smiling when your other hand gripped onto his hand. A very failed attempt to pry his hand away.
“Dex. Please.”
“Please what.” He whispered against your neck.
“Stop.”
“Then make me.”
You screamed when you felt his pace quicken. You were close and he knew it.
“Baby, you’re mine. You always have been and you always will be. You can’t leave me. I need you.”
You hummed, feeling yourself getting drunk off his fingers. All sense leaving you again as you came on his fingers.
Your eyes hazy as he pulled away his hand. His fingers going to his lips as he cleaned away your arousal. His hand worked against your jeans ripping them off before turning you around.
You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling.
You felt his cock against your ass. His warm hard cock slipping between your folds as he pressed you against the wall.
“You need me?”
“Yes baby. I need you so bad.”
You were a smart women, but there was something about Dex that always left you stupid.
Especially when his cock would be pushing against your dripping cunt.
“You keep me sane baby. Please, stay with me. You keep me good.”
You were drunk, drunk off his deep thrust. The feeling of pleasure he gave you when he never missed that spot inside you. Always making you cum hard around his desperate cock. Even when he filled you up with his spend.
“You need me.” You no longer questioned.
God he could imagine your face, eyes closed and drool spilling down your chin as he fucked you stupid. His pace quickened, he felt himself getting close.
“Yeah baby.”
“You need me.”
Fuck your babbling brought him closer especially feeling you grip him so tight. It turned him on. How just a few seconds ago you were running from him. And now you were taking his cock so well, letting him fuck you so willingly.
God he was so close. You made him chase you across the city, let him crawl in your window like some pervert. This game of cat and mouse aroused him. He wished he had done it sooner.
“Fuck imma cum baby.”
He smiled when you were unresponsive, you did that often when you were so close to coming on his cock.
“Where do you want it baby? In that pretty little mouth of your or-”
“In me.” Was all you could muster out before clamping down around him hard. Knowing you were at your limit.
He groaned feeling himself rut into you. He felt himself twitching inside you. Feeling the way his cum began to drip down your thighs. He smirked into your neck rocking his hips softly letting you come down from your high.
He had you. Fuck it turned him on again. You were going nowhere. You were his, even if in the next thirty minutes you became aware of how fucked he was. He wasn’t letting you go. Not now not ever.
dex falls in love with you waiting for his coffee before work. you're the barista in front of him, asking him for his order, and for a second he forgets, just because you're so, so beautiful. he blinks, stutters, swallows. spills it out like a secret he's been hiding in his chest for the longest time. if you think anything of it, you don't say so; you laugh and ask him if he's in a bit of a rush today and he says he is, and you promise him that you'll have his order done as fast as possible. he reflects your smile back at you, even when all he wants to do is stay for a couple of hours and engrave every detail of you into his brain.
when you hand him his cup, your fingers brush together and you glance down at it, rereading his name again even though he's already told it to you while ordering. you've never been one to be so forward about these things, but before you can overthink it, you say, "it's a cute name. fits you."
this time, the way his lips curve upwards is not practised and it catches him off guard, leaves him with rosy cheeks and a racing heart.
"thanks," he responds, not quite sure what to say to it. but you're definitely interested, right? the rational part of his brain tells him that no one could ever see him like that, that he's too different, too broken to be sought after. but the irrational part of it dares to hope. just a little.
dex falls in love with you one night when he enters his bedroom to see you wearing only his old fbi t-shirt and no pants, blow drying your hair, sitting on the bed. you aren't supposed to be here, and neither is he—his current thing isn't supposed to end until next week, which you know. you do, however, have a spare key to his place for emergencies. have you done this before? come into his apartment when he's away? have you seen anything—found anything? you startle when you notice him standing there silently, read his microexpressions faster than he can hide them. you're instantly embarrassed.
"i'm sorry." you swallow, not looking him in the eye. "i just missed you. i promise it won't happen again."
but instead of the paranoia and confusion he's been experiencing, a new sensation surges over his being. metaphorically. it's a mix of pride and possessiveness that he'd never admit to feeling, a twisted satisfaction because he's managed to affect you this much. he tilts his head, gives you that (smug) lopsided smirk that you love. "yeah? my baby get lonely without me?"
he knows he's being condescending, more so than you deserve. he also knows you won't protest, not this time.
"yeah," you murmur, low, self-conscious.
he crosses over to you in quick, self-assured strides, cradles your face in one large palm. you put the blow dryer down and nuzzle into it like it's something you do often, even though you don't, and he feels the warmth of your shame soak into his skin from yours. you're not looking at him, and he grins wider. "missed me so much you just had to come over and pretend i was home, now that's sweet. it's okay, i won't leave you like this again, alright? i'll only take assignments closer to home, shorter ones. and you can come over whenever you want. bet you'd like that, hmm?"
he's rambling, drunk off his thoughts and off you. you nod, or try to, even as his hand cups your face, and repeat the word again, yeah, still so shy, and you wrap your arms around his middle while he smoothes over your back with a hand, smiling into your hair like he's just won the biggest prize at the fairground. which, to be fair, he kind of has—you couldn't be more precious, more perfect.
dex falls in love with you when you enter his apartment late one night and find him falling apart on the floor, in every definition of the word. he's sitting against the wall of his bedroom, right under his window, pieces of the fake daredevil suit scattered around. there's blood, so much of it, bruises blooming everywhere you can see. he's hyperventilating, but he freezes like a deer in headlights when you step into his room.
you've heard of them, seen news of the daredevil attacks. you know how the word on the street is that there's two of them now, a good one and the impersonator. you immediately know which one he is. he expects you to scream or run out or call the police, so he scrabbles beside him blindly for his gun. "don't move."
you ignore him completely, eyes widening as the blood drains from your face. instead of running away from disaster, you approach it head on like you always have. before he knows it, you're kneeling beside him, bloodying up your clothes as you feel him for broken bones. "shit, fuck, dex, what'd you do?"
you already know the answer, so he doesn't bother with it, just clicks the safety back on and puts the gun down.
he flinches hard when you accidentally press down on a bruise as you wipe him clean, and you apologise by pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. you don't think much of it, but holy shit.
he'd thought you were doing this out of some sort of sick responsibility, like you'd seen him here so now you couldn't leave him to die. but you're acting as if you haven't just found out he's a mass murderer, like he's just your boyfriend who got beat up in a bar fight or something.
you look like you're suffering just as much as him, if not more, purely from watching him in pain like this, wincing every time he makes a sound as you stitch him up. he closes his eyes as you press kisses along his hairline, collapses in your arms like he'd burrow under your skin if he could. and you hold him tighter, closer to your chest until he can feel the frantic rhythm of your heartbeat, as if you already know what his next words are going to be.
even as exhaustion overtakes him, he forces out, "you should stay away. just 'til this ends, 'kay?"
"okay." you bury your face in his shoulder. "stay safe, dex."
it doesn't end. you don't see him again for years and years.
dex falls in love with you at his sentencing after he kills foggy nelson. he doesn't expect you to be there, even as his heart yearns for it desperately. but when he enters the courtroom, he finds you immediately; you're a magnet that draws his eyes to you. your mouth is set in a thin line, and he's kind of the same, all cold indifference. he knows what's coming, and so do you. and you know he's presenting himself as someone untouchable, uncaring of what happens, but for that fraction of a second, when your eyes meet, his dark brown ones are all joy and mirth, only for you to see. to most people, your face doesn't change in the slightest. but he's known how to read you since the day you met. his mouth quirks up, lopsided, before he's pushed into his seat. the scar on his cheek is longer and deeper. it makes him more handsome, and you hate yourself for feeling that way.
you're wearing his favourite sweater—not his favourite of yours, or vice versa, but his favourite, the one you'd grabbed on your way out of his apartment for the very last time. it'd been an impulsive decision, but one you don't quite regret.
even though your ex?-boyfriend's going to be sentenced to prison (probably for life) for multiple counts of murder, having it close to you still brings you some semblance of comfort. to be fair, you hadn't even known he was alive until he killed that lawyer, and you want to be mad at him, you really do. and you have every right to hate him for hiding this animalistic side of him from you and making you love him anyway, for that killing spree he'd gone on as daredevil, for holding you at gunpoint, even for a couple of seconds. but all you seem to being doing these days is wish to see him alive again, one last time.
he doesn't notice what you're wearing the first time, too focused on his face. but after the sentencing—eleven life sentences, consecutive—when he stands up again, he twists around, fighting against the people holding him. he could be looking at anyone. the people in front of you think it's them; they gasp and sneer and break into disgusted conversation. he's looking at you.
his eyes drop down; he sees the sweater on you. his gaze goes from searching to predatory, a look you know better than you'd like. his tongue slips out to wet his lips before he's pulled away. that last image of him burns into your brain.
dex falls in love with you a couple of months after he breaks out of rikers. he's bullseye now, wholly and completely. he looks you up as he gets his life back together, except you're gone. it's like you'd never existed in the first place. no records of your employment or the apartment you'd rented, or anything like that at all. he might as well have been looking for a ghost.
he's not the type to give up, but other matters do demand his attention too. so he looks for you in his free time, spends the rest of it killing avtf or taking paid hits. it's on one of these excursions that he realises he's not quite alone in this crusade. when he gets to the group of task force members, most of them are dead already. the shadowy, masked figure that's fighting them moves fast, sending two bullets into one while kicking at the other, ruthlessly shoving hitting the third guy with the back of the gun they're using. he sends a couple of knives into the two that weren't killed, only injured, and then it's just him and them.
he knows it's you when you look back at him, all but fully soaked in blood. you're wearing a mask and tactical gear like he is, but he knows your eyes. he'd know them anywhere. he moves slowly, like you're an injured animal that might lash out. you turn around, square your shoulders like you're going to fight him, too. he raises his hands, pulls off his own mask.
"hey." he's using the same tone you'd use if you were talking to an agitated horse. "hey, baby, it's just me. you're safe."
you take a step back, dropping the gun. it doesn't make a difference whether you have it or not—with it, you wouldn't have been able to do anything to him, even if you'd wanted to, even if he didn't fight back. you tug off your own mask and clip it to your belt.
there's blood on your mouth, smeared on your teeth, too. you don't play fair in these fights. you look like heaven. if such a thing exists, he knows he won't be making it there. but seeing you here, like this, is enough for a lifetime, he thinks.
"dex," you say. flat. monotonous. forced. you're not sure if you're dreaming; you don't know what he thinks of you now. "i heard you got out."
he smiles. "you could say that."
you raise a brow.
"only two people died."
"you mean you killed two people."
"you killed-" he pauses to count, eyes flickering over the mess around you. your mess. you in the middle, beautiful and wretched and fragile and unbreakable. "twelve of these guys. since when do you even do this?"
"they were all gonna end up dead anyway, don't lie." you ignore the question.
"i never said they weren't." he steps forward. this time, you don't move. "baby, when did this start?"
"a while." you don't like how he still calls you baby, and you hate that the thought of him not calling you that is almost worse.
"i didn't know that." stupid, stupid, stupid. he should've known you well enough to have predicted this outcome.
"i'm good at staying hidden," you say.
"i bet."
silence. he clears his throat, hating the way the air is thick with tension, the way you stand like the entire world is weighing you down. "you look tired."
the corners of your lips curve downwards. "i am tired."
when he comes closer and pulls you into his arms, you don't resist, even though you feel like you should, enveloping yourself in as much of him as you can. "can i take you home?"
you don't respond, too busy breathing him in. he uses the same cologne as before, but there's an edge of iron to it, now, one you're all too familiar with. a little to your surprise, you don't hate it. feeling him again is intoxicating; the weight of him, the hand on the back of your neck. he's bigger, so much more than you remember. you sigh against his chest, and he reluctantly takes a step back from you, holding you in place by your shoulders so you don't follow. you let out an embarrassing, petulant sound and try to, anyway; you can't believe you actually convinced yourself that you disliked him even a little, let alone hated him. or that he felt the same about you. he taps the side of your head with a finger, focus. "baby, come home?"
"my apartment," you say. you're not sure where you were going with this. you want him to know you have one. you want to be independent. you want to be rough and hard and mean. you want to kiss him. "i have one."
"okay," he replies, a question.
a shame that you're always picking the worst options.
his tongue drags across your teeth and he tastes blood and moans. you, of course, echo it back. your split lip is bleeding again, too, and it makes him kiss you harder. you're desperate enough to let him do this to you in a back alley near your apartment—you don't even make it inside. he has your suit zipped open from the top, just a little; one leg stays slotted perfectly between your thighs, he's ravenous. tilting your head up, he mouths at your neck before sinking his teeth into the skin; you throw your head back with a gasp before he swipes his tongue over the tender spot and moves onto the next. he smiles at your pain every time, and he gives you a dopey grin when you finally get mad enough to push him away, only to pull him back and kiss him again.
evie on holiday so ofc the first thing to do was shit out some benjamin poindexter 🤤 watching untamed i shaved my whole body just in case shane maguire jumps out of the screen. 2.5k words!
It makes me really sad that i still haven't found a single post where reader rides Dex's face :(
In every single thing that I've read (reader) is always laid down. Like please give me some reader rides dex's face hard enough that he struggles to breathe (he loves it tho :)
thank you for the request !! sorry this is super bad and not proofed but i wanted to write smth for this request
the second your boyfriend comes home he’s in your arms. his body is heavy like a weighted blanket and warm like a heating pad as he mumbles into your skin, “missed you s’ much” is all you could make out. slowly he would get needy with his touch lingering and kisses breathy, it’s like he couldn’t control himself.
“baby, need you-fuck please, ride my face”
you felt heat pool in your stomach at his plea, gnawing at your bottom lip as you pushed him off of you. he looked angelic splayed out on the bed like this, chest heaving and his skin already flushed. you steadied yourself above his face, nervous yet the sight before him made his cock twitch. “thassit, use me to feel good, okay?” it was barely a question but you lowered yourself anyways, earning a muffled moan that vibrated into your sensitive folds.
“mmmhm, that’s it dex, ju-ahhn-st like that,” your encouragement made him buck his hips up into the air, fiending for friction from anything at all. you rocked your hips back and forth at a relentless pace to the point where you swore he was almost suffocating in your pussy.
“a-are you okay? need a break?” your pace falters while you speak, your tone shaky and small because you felt vulnerable like this. before you could get too far into your thoughts, your boyfriend holds your hips to his face and starts to abuse your most sensitive spots with a hum. that was the only answer you needed to get back to rolling your hips on his face, clit brushing against his nose in a way that made you feel so close to letting go right then and there.
“gonna cum, fuck, dontfuckingstop”
your moans became louder and more desperate, breathy noises that made dex almost cum completely untouched. your hips moved faster and faster on his face, looking for any sort of relief as your orgasm grew.
the heat in your stomach is almost boiling as he landed a sharp smack! to your ass and that was enough for you to completely let go, hips stuttering as you suffocated him in your climax.
“feel better?” he asked as you got off of him, earning a laugh from you. “yeah, duh.” you said with a playful smack to his arm.
notes: i just finished watching born again a couple days ago and did not plan to write for dex this fast but teehee i started thinking of this while watching diner scene edits and... yeah. formatted somewhere between headcanons and a fic because my brain is just brrrr right now. anyways, hope everyone likes this!
I just can’t stop thinking about DEX becoming absolutely obsessed with the pretty waitress that has just started working at his usual diner.
He noticed you right from the start. Beautiful thing like you, with your pretty little skirt, taking an order just two tables away from him? How could he not? He is always alert, always vigilant, but even if he wasn’t, there was just no way he could have ever not noticed.
His foundations shifted and his stars were redrawn the first time you asked for his name. And he laid his claim, quiet and fervent, when he gave you it.
It seemed like a coincidence at first, at least to you, how he would always be seated somewhere along the section you were waiting for on any particular day. And along the way, it was easy to see just how he had become your favorite client just after weeks of starting at your new job.
He would always greet you with a smile, and he would always be kind, and he would always be respectful. He never tried to peek under your skirt, or talk to you like you were less than him only because you were re-filling his coffee cup, and he always left a good tip on his way out.
He was so unlike all other men that came into the diner, that it was just natural for your smile to always be a little brighter whenever you looked his way, and DEX reveled in your attention the same way an apex predator would on easy prey: never getting his fill, licking his whiskers, readying his beak, hunger rising from his stomach at the mere thought of having more.
He did not want to scare you away.
He wanted your attention to remain on him because you wanted to keep it there, and did not mind waiting for that to translate to being the holder of your affection as well. he was patient. He did not believe in second chances, and he did not believe in salvation; he believed that good things took time, and you, with your sweet smiles and your pretty little laugh, would be the best of them all.
And that was how, a couple months after your friendship started, he offered to help you carry in the produce boxes your boss was so adamant you hauled into the kitchen.
Because, well, DEX was your friend by now.
Somewhere along the way, he began staying for a little longer after eating so you could join him for a cup of coffee during your break. He started walking you home whenever he arrived to the diner later during the day and finished eating just at the same time you were finishing your shift. After all, it was just such a coincidence, but it was still the right thing to do.
And DEX, because he was such a good friend, was not about to let you hurt yourself only because your boss was too much of a bum to get off his ass and haul the boxes inside himself. And if that had somehow translated into him finally being able to feel your lips against his skin as he pressed you back against the wall of the deserted alleyway at the back of the diner?
Well, that was just a reward for his patience.
Because, God, it had been worth it.
Months of aligning his schedule to yours so he could come in just when you were free, and months of watching you from a distance to make sure you were still just his, and months of beating other patrons up in the very same alley whenever they smiled at you for a little too long.
Yeah, it had all been worth it.
Because now he's on his knees, with his head buried under your pretty little work skirt, as he pulls your panties to the side and licks a stripe down the expanse of your sopping pussy.
God, you're dripping for him.
Your tight hole is clenching around nothing as he sucks on your clit, moaning against your mound when he realizes you taste just as sweet as he had imagined.
He has his hands wrapped around your thighs, pulling you closer against his face, his fingers pressing deliciously against your soft, supple skin, and he wonders if they will leave a mark. He wonders if that will have you thinking of him when you're by yourself tonight. And he wonders if you will look at them when you’re touching yourself, thinking of him.
He knows he will.
So DEX lays his tongue flat against the bud, pressing against it, and then leans back just a little until he can spell his name with it on your clit.
He does it once, twice, and your thighs are shaking around his head, and your slick is dripping down his chin. He's marking you as his, laying his claim, moving his hands up your legs until he's squeezing your ass under your panties, and spelling his name over and over until you're panting and writhing and moving your hips against his face, matching the rhythm of his tongue.
He realizes his dreams have never compared.
"Oh, my sweet girl," he mumbles, words slurred and sloppy when he speaks them directly against your cunt. "You taste just as good as I had imagined. made me work so hard for it, mhm? Such a sweet, sweet prize for me.”
He presses his face further in-between your legs, moving down so he can use use tongue, oh so long, oh so warm, inside your pretty little hole.
His nose brushes against your clit every time he moves his tongue against your walls, and moans, and pants, and has to restrain himself from beginning to hump your leg when they begin to flutter around him. He wants to fuck you. Oh, how he wants to take you back to his place and lay you back on his bed, spread your legs wide, and split your cunt open with his cock. He wants it so, so badly, and he merely figures he will have to work a little harder for it.
“You like it when I eat you out like this?" he grunts, hot and wet, and a lick points out every word. “Mhm, can tell. Droolin’ so much for me, aren’t you? Drippin’ down my chin, sweet thing.”
He lands a slap against your ass, kneading at the skin after the contact, and returns his other hand back down to rest on your thigh. He spanks your ass again, harder, and his other hand caresses the skin of your thigh, softer.
God, you're so perfect. You're so, so perfect, and you're his, you're just his.
"Dex, 'm gonna—"
“Gonna cum, mhm? Gonna soak me? Let me taste this perfect cunt properly?" he breathes out, and moves back up so he can spell his name against your clit again, just one more time. Please, just one more time before you cum, just—
Your eyes are squeezed shut as your orgasm has your cunt gushing into his mouth, and he takes it all because this, after all, is his prize. A broken, breathless moan breaks past your lips, and you move your hips harder, faster against his face, and he lets you take, and take, and take as much as you need.
It’s his honor. This moment—This earthly bliss is just his to revel in.
And so DEX smiles and uses his fingers, long and lithe and rough, to lower your panties down your beautiful, shaking legs until they pool around your ankles. He's grinning with all of his teeth, content, satisfied, when he straightens and smoothes your skirt back into place, pressing a kiss to your forehead and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
And then he pockets the lace while holding your gaze, and knows, just knows, that he will always be the only one you smile so, so beautifully for.
