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ddba!Dex is harder for me to pin down than fbi!Dex but I definitely think Fisk and Julie and prison and the psych ward changed him in ways that hardened his heart. I think he’s even less trusting and has lost that desperate hope that used to guide him. the hope that there was a way for him to become better, to be loved and accepted for who he is (and the fear that it would never happen).

I do think he’s still pathetic and defaults to a submissive demeanor with people he actually cares about though. I cannot see him as taking a traditionally dominant role in a relationship, like at most he could be a switch in bed but I think this would be more for the sake of his partner than himself. like, he’ll perform sexually in whatever way they want him to, so if they want him on top and fucking them into the mattress that’s what he’ll do. but it’s still submissive in nature because he’s doing it to please them and make them happy with him.

if anything I think ddba!Dex might lean even more submissive in a relationship because he fully believes that he’s irredeemably violent and broken, and that he deserves to suffer and die. I’ve said before that he would use sex as a way to self-harm and I think this is especially true of him in ddba, and he would want his partner to hurt him. he’s just accepted violence as an inescapable part of his life, and even begun to convince himself that he’s better off this way. that he was built for pain. and because he doesn’t believe that he can truly be loved he might as well settle for something more toxic.

"let me see how wet you got overnight, baby." cooed softly at you. not wanting to startle you. just wanting to take care of you.

feeling you already slick under my fingers. my movements careful.

watching you stir slightly. a small sleepy sound. not fully there yet.

pressing a kiss to your shoulder while my fingers stay gentle. "i've got you." murmured against your skin. "just let me take care of you. go back to sleep if you want."

you making a small sound. hips shifting toward my hand instinctively before you've even decided to.

"there you go." so fond. pressing two fingers inside slow while you're still halfway in a dream. feeling you clench around me immediately, your body knowing exactly what it wants even when your brain hasn't caught up yet.

a soft moan slipping out of you. eyes still closed. still not fully conscious.

"so wet already." pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "you're always so warm and ready like this in the morning."

touching you so slowly. no urgency. no rush. just taking care of you properly before the day starts. before anything else gets to have you.

feeling you start to wake up more properly now. consciousness coming back slowly.

"morning, baby." against your hair.

"morning." barely audible. voice thick with sleep.

"you're so beautiful right now." meaning it completely. fingers still moving gentle and slow. "did you sleep okay?"

a small nod. hips starting to move slightly now that you're more aware of what's happening.

"good." pressing a kiss to your cheek. "i've got you. just feel good for me."

working you slow and steady. learning exactly where you need it this morning. the way you always need it a little different when you're like this. softer. more careful. finding that spot and staying there.

feeling you get warmer around my fingers. wetter. your breathing changing from sleep-slow to something needier.

"there she is." murmured against your hair. "good morning."

a soft broken sound. hips rolling now, properly, following my fingers without thinking about it. body completely ahead of your brain still.

curling my fingers slightly. feeling you gasp.

"i know." pressing another kiss to your shoulder. "i know baby. i've got you."

your hand finding mine weakly. needing something to hold onto.

working you so patiently. so carefully. the way you like it when you're still this soft and warm and barely here. the way that makes everything more intense somehow. more tender.

feeling you get closer. your body doing it on its own. hips rocking slow and steady. breathing getting quieter, more concentrated.

no warning.

watching your whole body tightening around my fingers all at once, a soft desperate sound slipping out of you, your hips stuttering forward, pressing deeper onto my hand before you've even processed what's happening.

"oh—" barely audible. surprised by your own body.

keeping the same slow steady pressure through every single wave of it. feeling you clench around my fingers.

feeling your grip on my hand tighten and then slowly loosen.

your breathing going soft again. settling.

pressing a long kiss to the back of your neck.

"you did so good, baby." so warm. so fond.

you making a small sound. too dazed for words yet.

keeping my fingers right where they are for a little longer. not moving.

"you didn't even see it coming did you?" i tease.

a sleepy embarrassed sound.