tags: fluff, obsession, toxic relationship dynamics, emotional dependency, dex is not good but he tries for you, written with fbi!dex in mind
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Dex is very competent. This is something he takes pride in, and he sees it as one of the primary ways he brings value to your life and makes himself important to you. He does not need you to cook and clean and organize his life for him. He remembers all of your appointments and plans. He notices if youâve forgotten to take your meds or if youâve skipped a meal, and he will correct these problems with his usual swift efficiency.
He drives. Always. Heâs a bit of a control freak when it comes to cars and gets anxious if you ever manage to relegate him to the passenger seat. You pull up to his apartment and heâs opening your car door, walking you around to the passenger side, and climbing behind the wheel himself. It probably goes without saying but heâs an excellent driver, itâs like he can telepathically predict the movement of every other car around him and he operates vehicles like theyâre an extension of his own body. Smooth and frictionless.
If youâre going out without him (which he, uh. doesnât love) he prefers to drop you off and pick you up. It minimizes the time you spend away from him and gives him an excuse to know exactly where you are and exactly when heâll see you again. It also gives him an excuse to be texting and calling you asking when you want him to come pick you up. Are you sure you donât want him to come early? Itâs late and you sound kind of tired. No, he doesnât mind at all, ha ha, just let him come get you and you can come back to his place and curl up under the blankets with him and read until bed. Please. :)
Bed time for him is no later than 11 pm, by the way. If heâs waking up at 7 he wants a solid 8 hours of sleep, and he wants you under the blankets with him. If youâre late getting into bed with him heâll sort of hover around you until you get the hint.
When youâre sleeping together he will always be touching you in some way. Even if youâre not cuddled up against each other he wants a hand on your waist, his forehead tucked into your shoulder, feet touching under the sheets, just something. And you cannot escape it. If you roll over in your sleep heâs following you across the bed, and if you move away from him on purpose he will look at you with those sad wet puppy eyes. It genuinely hurts his feelings.
Just go ahead and sign up for a Life360 account with him. Or any other location sharing app. It will greatly ease his anxiety and he would just find another way to keep tabs on you anyway. Sometimes he keeps the app open next to him while heâs preoccupied with other things, just glancing at your location on the map every so often, even if he already knows where you are.
Youâll have to establish strong boundaries around your private life, because he feels like you should have absolutely no secrets from him. Like, what do you mean he canât read your diary? Why did you leave the room to take that call with your friend? Youâre texting her about a breakup sheâs going through and he wants to be over your shoulder reading all of it. No sense of privacy.
Please note that this does not apply to him lmao, there are many things about himself and his past that he would prefer you donât know about. He worries that you would think less of him or leave him if you found out about some of the more violent things heâs done. He desperately wants you to think highly of him, but at the same time he wants someone to see every ugly part of him and love him anyway. He doesnât know how to manage these two feelings in the beginning, and will probably try to hide those uglier parts of himself until he inevitably makes a mistake and ends up confessing everything to you at once. If you stay with him anyway and assure him that it hasnât scared you off, it will be a huge trust-building moment for him.
Clingy. So clingy. Heâs always touching you in some way. A hand on your leg while youâre sitting on the couch. A foot pressed up against yours under the table while youâre at a restaurant. A hand on your back while youâre walking. You tease him about his âseparation anxietyâ, but you both know itâs true. You go to the bathroom to wash your face and heâs sitting on the tub, watching. He wants to be involved in anything youâre doing, chopping onions in the kitchen, going to the gym, reading quietly on the couch. Anything.
He would be the only significant relationship in your life if he could. He doesnât like your friends, although he tries to be courteous with them for you. Seeing your attention directed at anyone else makes him anxious and insecure, and he can get moody if he thinks youâre doing too much of it (his threshold for âtoo muchâ is very low). Dex doesnât have friends. You are the only person who really means anything to him, and he feels like he should be the same for you. The two of you against the world.
His fear of abandonment is easily triggered and his mood can flip on a dime. He can get really ugly when his mood takes a turn for the worst, accusing you of not loving him, saying that youâre going to leave him like everyone else has, crying, yelling. He can be manipulative and tends to resort to guilt-tripping. Bringing up how lonely he was before you, how much he needs you, how awful he feels when you do whatever behavior heâs spiraling about this time. He cries a lot. You will need to have strong boundaries and frank conversations about all of this to stand up for yourself.
He is a very self-centered person, by which I mean his own needs are front-and-center of his mind at all times. Dex has not had healthy relationships, romantic, platonic, or familial. For most of his life, if he wasnât looking out for himself, no one was. Learning to care for another person genuinely and not just for what they can do for him will be a learning experience and a big hurdle in your relationship.
He seems very kind and generous at the beginning of your relationship, but heâs motivated primarily by fear that youâll leave him or find him unworthy. Heâs trying to do what he thinks a partner should and what he thinks you want him to do, but at its core itâs self-serving behavior. He doesnât know how to care for another person earnestly. He wants to, and heâs trying very hard, but it will take time and patience.
He does not like having his photo taken. The first time you pull out your phone and ask him to take a picture with you, heâs visibly uncomfortable and unsure of what to do with himself, although he does try for your sake. The next week, when heâs at your place and sees the photo printed and stuck to your fridge with a kitschy magnet, he changes his mind. Heâll let you take as many pictures as you want, even if he still looks like heâs grimacing in half of them.
He starts keeping photos of you too, many of them taken without your knowledge. His favorites are the ones of you doing totally mundane things. You, curled up under his sheets. Folding socks on the floor. Brushing your teeth in your bathroom mirror. Sipping on a coffee with your friends while you didnât know he was watching you through the window. He looks at them when youâre away.
Dex is awkward. His usual behavior is a mask he puts on to try to meet whatever standard is expected of him at the moment. The more time he spends with you, the more you start to see behind the mask. He can be stilted. He makes odd remarks and observations. He has a strange sense of humor. Embarrassment strikes him when he first realizes heâs slipped up, but when you respond with a smile and acceptance it feels like a weight off of his shoulders. He can let down the burden of performing around you.
He can also have a mean sense of humor. He often comes out with things that are shocking or graphic. Someone cuts him off in traffic and he says âthis guy should be shot on sight.â The barista is a little short with you and he mimes throwing a quarter through her head when sheâs not looking. Youâre pretty sure heâs joking. He wants you to laugh and joke with him, for the two of you to be mischievous and playful together. If you can match his humor, he feels even closer to you, like the two of you share a language that no one else is in on.
If you give him a compliment he will remember it forever. You tell him he looks good after a haircut and heâs making sure you see him after every cut from now on. You say he looks good in that quarter-zip and heâs wearing it twice as often. You think black looks best on him? He wears black every day now. He wonât buy a cologne unless you approve of it first.
Dex has never been preoccupied with his looks. At least, not beyond looking professional and appropriate for whatever environment heâs in. He knows heâs good looking, but hearing it never really mattered to him until you were the one saying it. He loves hearing you call him handsome and pretty. He just wants you to look at him and enjoy what you see.
He needs a lot of validation and heâll ask for it if heâs feeling especially insecure. âAre you mad at me?â âYou still like having me around, right?â No matter how many times you reassure him, he canât quite bring himself to believe it.
Dex loves being loved by you. He loves to hear you say it. Notices every way you show it, no matter how small. Keeps every note you write him, every sweet text, every gift you give him, no matter how insignificant. Theyâre all proof that you care about him. Youâre the only person who ever has.
Once he gets a taste of affection from you he is both starved for it and terrified of it. You made him realize what was missing in his life, how empty and miserable he was without love and touch. The thought of losing it, of losing you, makes him feel like he canât breathe. The slightest sense that youâre pulling away from him has him clinging even more desperately. He cannot lose you. He doesnât know if he would survive it.
He gets attached fast. Very fast. One date together and his every thought is consumed by you. A week in and heâs sure youâre the one. Heâll rush into relationship milestones like saying âI love you,â clearing out a drawer in his dresser for you, asking you to move in with him. If you want to take things slower, youâll have to be very gentle and reassuring when you bring it up, because if he feels like youâre rejecting any part of him he will start to spiral.
He loves it when you get possessive over him. Loves it even more when you show your love for him in strange ways. You text him one evening âI miss you. I want to crawl inside your rib cage and live there,â and he spends the rest of the week thinking about it. Screenshots it and looks at it when youâre apart.
He does not judge you for any of your odd habits or behaviors. In his mind it truly is the two of you against the world. If you fidget a lot, have a weird sense of humor, a strange hobby, an unusual laugh, he takes it all in without any hesitation. He wants to learn every secret and hidden part of you, especially the things you might be embarrassed of or try to keep from others. He wants to know you fully, in a way that no one else does.
He will go through your phone and your diary and anything else you keep private information in. Especially if he feels like you donât want him seeing it. What are you hiding from him? ___Why would you hide it from him? He needs to know all of it. He does not respect your privacy in the least. If you catch him and bring it up heâll just get better at hiding it.
Dex doesnât really have hobbies, but he would love to incorporate you into his routine. You want to start working out? Heâll write up a plan for you and show you how itâs done. Teaching you proper form at the gym, or spotting for you if you already know. Going on runs together, pacing you, pushing you to do your best. He loves doing the most mundane things together like meal planning, grocery shopping, cooking side by side and eating the meals you prepared together. His routine is the foundation of his life and he would deeply appreciate your efforts to fit into it and accommodate it.
Dex is very intelligent. You start picking his brain about the things heâs knowledgeable of, advice about the skills heâs mastered, and it fills him with pride. Heâs got experience with the military and the FBI, he stays up to date on current events, heâs obsessive about his fitness and nutrition, and he was a straight A student. Heâs got a razor-sharp mind and plenty of expertise, and he loves feeling useful to you and like you see him as someone worthy of respect.
He likes it a little too much when you hurt him. Playfully biting him, squeezing him a little too hard, swatting at him when heâs bothering you, kissing him with too much force. Heâs vibrating with the intensity of the feelings it digs up in him. He wants you to do it harder and more often but heâs not sure how to bring it up, so heâll find ways to bait you into it, like wrapping an arm around your neck to tempt you into sinking your teeth into the muscle. Heâll offer to teach you self-defense so he has an excuse to tell you to hit him. He just wants to be sure youâre doing it right, you know? That youâve got the technique and the force down. He hopes you donât notice that heâs just a little too into it.
He doesnât really get empathy. He tries for you, though. God, does he try. The experience of empathy is a very logical process for him, trying to map out your feelings and reactions in his mind. It can come across as mechanical and detached, but he really is trying to understand you and make you feel better. It will take a lot of trial and error, and youâll have to be patient with him and offer lots of gentle feedback to help him improve.
He struggles with insomnia. Sometimes the medication helps, sometimes it doesnât. He lies awake and focuses on your peaceful face, the rise and fall of your chest, the warmth of your body next to him. Sometimes, when you wake up, heâs already awake and watching you. He doesnât try to hide it.
He tends to make excessive eye-contact with you. On top of his general lack of social skills, itâs just his fixation on you and his need to know your every thought and emotion. Heâs constantly trying to gauge your feelings towards him and whether or not heâs done something wrong.
He will watch your favorites shows and movies and read your favorite books to better understand you. Especially if youâre the type to annotate your books. Itâs like a window into your mind. (He never marks up his books it does trigger his issue with obsessive neatness to see you do it, but heâll tolerate it for the sake of reading what you have to say)
He gets emotional when you shower him in affection. You press kisses all over his face, his forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks and chin. Soft and adoring. His eyes are stinging with tears before youâre even done. He didnât know how starved he was for gentle touch until you gave it to him, and now he craves it. He wonât ask for it with words but heâll stare at you with big, wet eyes until you get the hint. Nudging your shoulder with his nose. Brushing your fingers with his. He melts when you finally give him what he needs.
Being with you is exhilarating, comforting, destabilizing, and terrifying all at once for him. Heâs never been the most important person in someoneâs life before. Heâs never had someone he could build a life with, and for most of his life he didnât think it was even in the cards for him. He needs you like he needs air in his lungs and thatâs a lot of power for someone to have over him. He struggles to believe that you mean it when you say you love him, that youâre in it for the long haul, that you trust him and want him even with all of his flaws. He desperately wants all of it to be true, but everyone heâs ever cared about has left him. He knows heâs not an easy person to be with. He just hopes you think heâs worth the effort.
bf!peter maximoff x gn!reader
đľ âźď¸: 0.3k words. fluff. bantering. kisses!
a/n: sorry ik that this is short because this was just a random thought hehe
Your boyfriend, Peter Maximoff has an habit that you could not quite figure out. You donât know if he is obsessed with your chapstick or your lips. Well, maybe both. Since every time you re-apply your chapstick, heâll appear out of nowhere and steal a kiss. Then heâll grin at you like he just won the lottery.
Right now, you and Peter are about to go out. You just finished applying your chapstick. Suddenly the next thing you knew is that Peter appeared beside you in a silver blur. âLooking delicious, babe.â he comments. âI call first taste!â Before you can even protest, he cups your cheek and steals a quick kiss.Â
âPeter..â you try to scold him but a flustered chuckle escapes your lips instead. A wide grin appears on his lips as he finds your reaction adorable. He looooves kissing your lips every time youâve just applied your chapstick and also because knows that you couldnât be mad at a kiss.Â
âWhat?? Itâs delicious.â he teases you, wiggling his eyebrows. âmy lips or my chapstick?â you teased him back. âOh? Thatâs a trick question. Iâm gonna need another taste to make a very truthful response.â with that, he starts to lean in to get another kiss. âYouâre full of excuses.â You call him out playfully.
âCâmon,â he laughs, reaching for your waist. âLove you babe, just two or three more kisses. Speedsters burn calories faster. I need another kiss for energy.â Thatâs definitely not only gonna be two or three more kisses. Thatâs gonna turn to a makeout session again.Â
But damn you love it. You love Peter devouring your lips and showering you with this much affection and attention. This new chapstick tube you just bought is not gonna last long again. They never do if Peterâs around when you reapply it. Still, it was worth it for all the kisses Peter gave you.
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iâve got more to stiles doodles to share for everyone!! this was drawn from finishing season 5, lmao i was feeling pretty sentimental :) hope yall enjoy!
Just read a gut wrenching fic that pretty much implied that in s5, when Scott started doubting himself, he started doubting Stiles. And the moment Stiles started doubting himself, he started doubting Scott, and I'm just here bawling.
secretly listens to all the girly pop music, but would NEVER admit it to anyone. just know heâs definitely belting it out in the shower trust me
orders chicken tenders and fries at every single restaurant, no matter what it is
is not an early bird OR a night owl, just sleepy. will fall asleep by 10:00pm yet still not roll out of bed until noon the next âmorningâ
cheats in every single board game he has ever played, but will absolutely lose his shit if anyone else so much as THINKS about cheating. because of this he is no longer allowed to play monopoly at pack nights. he is no longer allowed to play any board game with theo
loves to watch the absolute scariest movies/documentaries/found footage/youtube videos he can find at sleepovers with mason and make fun of all of it, even though theyâre both terrified and definitely positively having the craziest nightmares tonight
was really obsessed with superheroes as a kid and dressed up as captain america for halloween 3 years in a row. still wary of anyone who is proudly team iron man
has quite literally every single mobile game under the sun downloaded onto his phone: âwatcha doing liam? youâve been on that thing for hours.â âsorting colored liquids. iâm on level 462!â ââŚokayâ
before he was a werewolf he was the most dramatic person on the planet when he got sick. a slight cold? begging his parents to let him miss 3 days of school. a stomach ache? âmason iâm dying.â
actually super smart and could easily have all Aâs if he tried, he just doesnât care about school
Absolutely yearning for Frank Castle cockwarming head canons. Someone sedate me and throw me into a river for this.
No same, and always. But I don't know why I'm suddenly shy to write some pure smut on the internet but I'm gonna fight through it, for the fans. lol. If you're not into cockwarming, skip it. I'll put it below the cut.
He's so good at it because his size. It has to be said. But the pleasure and comfort is in the pleasant squeeze. The way he fills you so thoroughly. The way you almost feels pinned in place by him. It's like a grounding technique-- drowning out your other senses and just feeling Frank on every surface.
Frank has never done it with anyone else but it was almost instinctual with you. Early in the relationship when he'd finish inside you he'd just have this overwhelming need to stay there. He tried to ignore it but you only whined and mumbled "no stay. just a little bit?" and Frank felt relieved that you felt the same.
He's super careful not to do it two days in a row because he knows it leaves you a bit tender the following day. In fact, all sex is off limits the following day except for Frank eating you out but even then he's slower and gentler and he doesn't use his fingers at all.
And even after immediately finishing cockwarming, he eases out SO slowly, concerned if anything seems too swollen or irritated.
It's such an indulgence to Frank and he let's himself do it waaayyyy less often than he'd really like to. He'd like to be doing it nearly every time you have sex but he also wants to prioritize your aftercare so he lets you lead mostly.
However sometimes, he knows you probably need it even if you don't know it. Like if you're especially anxious and can't seem to relax and he's tried all the usual stuff and it's not quite helping. He's already got you in comfy clothes, you're already in his lap, the lights are low and if you're still anxious he'd get you relaxed with some gentle kissing and touching before easing you to sit on it slowly. You'd wanna squirm and writhe -- to make him feel good but he'd pin your hips in place and say "Just keep still sweetheart," kissing your nose and then running his fingertips up and down your back. It'd take a minute but your muscles would finally start to go lax -- your shoulders easing and your eyes softly closing. "Attagirl, feels nice, yeah doll?" he'd ask as he gently tugged the t-shirt off you and pulled you into his chest, his cock filling you up for hours as he rubbed your back and stroked your hair.
Frank's favorite time to do it immediately after sex. It's that breeding kink in him again. He wants to know you're full of him in every sense, sometimes finishing inside you and keeping himself there, encouraging you to rest on top of him and maybe shifting you to your sides, bringing your leg over his hip. Every so often he'd lace his hand down between you, finding the wet, warm spot where he fills you up and he'd rub soft circles on your clit-- still keeping himself still. You'd murmur, "what about you Frankie?", trying to move your hips and give him friction but he didn't want any of that, sushing you and saying "Nah nah, just wanna feel those pretty walls flutter around me baby. Can you be a good girl and let me feel it?"
The absolute neediest place he's ever cockwarmed you in mid-roadtrip at a truck stop after you were feeling carsick and exhausted. It had been a long day of driving and Frank knew there was still a few hours to go. But after you climbed back into the truck with your snacks and a pout on your face, he tugged the bag out of your lap and tugged you into his, saying "C'mere babydoll, attagirl, relax, few deep breaths for me," as he slowly pressed his thick cock inside you. You felt like someone was deflating the air from you -- your whole body going limp and the gentle, comforting press of him filling you up. You could almost cry at the sensation-- if he wasn't gently jiggling his knee to soothe you a bit and gently tapping your ass now and then.
some of the ways you make Frank Castle feel like a perv
based on this ask because I live and breathe pervy Frank - MDNI, 18+ below đ
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Frank Castle who feels addicted to the way you say his name, the way you coo at him in your sweet voice when you call him âFrankieâ. You make him feel so wrong when you call him over, always for the most innocent reasons âFrankie can you come here a sec?â Youâll call out to him so sweetly and all he can think about is the way you sound when he has you calling that same name again and again, a little more breathy and much more desperate âyes Frankie right there, so good baby please donât stopâ with your feet dangling off his shoulders. And how he wants to hear it over and over again.
Frank Castle who feels like a feral animal whenever you come home from a workout class. Heâs practically salivating when he watches the salty beads of sweat dripping from your hairline down your neck and disappear into your cleavage with his tongue darting out needing to go on a mission to find it.
Frank Castle who has to stop his brain from melting at your croaky morning voice. Youâre still tangled in the sheets when he hears your âmorning frankieâ in that slow hazy tone. All he wants to do is dive between your legs and coax out more of those sweet sleepy little sounds from his baby when all you did was say good morning. He should be ashamed of himselfâŚ
Frank Castle who is addicted to your scent - it started innocently at first. The way he would take a deep inhale of your hair when you were in his arms. Then the way your scent would linger in his sheets after you slept over and he felt like such a pervert when he couldnât stop himself from rutting his hips into the mattress with his nose stuffed in that spot that you leaked your cum all over the night before. Heâd feel so guilty after heâd cum from just the smell of you.
Frank Castle who hates loves when you yell at him. Heâll hang his head in shame partly because he feels bad for making you mad but also because he has to stop himself from getting a hard on from the way your chest heaves when youâre going off at him. The way you cock your eye brow and fold your arms just under your chest - how it pushes your tits up a little more - I mean comeeee onnnn you have to be doing that on purpose because all he can think about is how he wants to fuck you with that same fire that youâre yelling at him with.
Frank Castle whoâs secret panty stealing habit starts shortly after he made himself cum for smelling you on his sheets. Itâs now transformed into him throwing your used panties in his hamper or in his pockets after you shower. âBaby where the hell do my panties keep disappearing to?â Youâll ask him puzzled and he just shrugs his shoulders knowing damn well he made himself cum by shoving his nose in the gusset of them, right where all your juices were collected then making a mess of them as he fists himself with the flimsy piece of fabric wrapped around his cock, theyâll end up with his cum dribbled all over it before he washes them. Only for them to miraculously show up a few days later clean and washed and heâll say âhm donât know honey maybe it got mixed in with my stuffâ.. you catch on pretty quickly though.
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a/n: whewwww pervy Frank is just something else đŽâđ¨
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