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dex whose north star disappeared during the blip. maybe this is me needing to rewatch season three and born again season one but idk when the blip happens during the daredevil timeline nor do i remember how long dex was in prison for. i want to say six years but who knows and for the sake of this post i am not looking it up.
because i don't really know the timeline, i cannot stop thinking which would be worse for dex in the long run; his north star being blipped when he's in prison or while he's free
if she's gone while he's in prison, lets say a year or less into his sentence and all communication from his north star just stops. no letters, no phone calls, no weekly visits, the one think keeping him sane and preventing him from breaking out of that hellish place. because if we want to be really honest, if dex had a north star/girlfriend he would NOT have served his time, even if she told him to for whatever reason, he'd struggle with wrapping his head around the fact his north star willingly wants them to be apart for so long
but thats another conversation.
i can imagine dex just sitting there, waiting at the table for his visit or in his cell for guards to come escort him to the visiting area. either way, like a good loyal dog, he sits there patiently waiting for his north star's return, trying not to let the time passing later and later get to him. gods help the poor guards who oversaw visiting hours that day. when time was up, and she still didn't show, they were shaking in their boots, doing round for round of rock paper sissors to see who the unlucky bastard was that would have to tell benjamin poindexter, bullseye, time was up and he'd have to wait a week for a chance to see her.
dex didn't want to wait a week. its been days since he's last heard from her. i think we can all agree prisons weren't safe from thanos so sure some inmates and a couple guards turned to dust but dex could never think in a million years it could happen to her. his north star. shes above all that, above all the scum who turned to nothing but specks in the air and more work for the cleaning crew.
and heres when it turns to âyou/yourâ pronouns causes its more natural for me to write i blame wattpad being the platform i learned to write
dex would crash the fuck out because he can't break himself out of his spiral. there was nothing, no one telling him you didn't leave him, because why wouldn't you show? if he gets in his head maybe you did get blipped and it wasn't your fault, that wouldn't be any better because that means somethingâsomeone took you from him and he wasn't there to protect you. long story short, dex gets thrown in solitary but not without taking out a handful or so of guards
maybe he'd ride out the years in prison because it was your last wish before you disappeared. that maybe the help he'd get in there would help him get better. you loved him the way he is, but if people still saw him as a scary, disgusting threat then the chance of him being taken away from you were too high. but now you weren't around for him to be taken from and that realization may cause him to snap and break out
on the other hand. if you were to have disappeared while you were together, it'd be much harsher on dex almost immediately. i'm picturing you two in your apartment, dex had to leave the room for one thing or another. he was gone for six seconds, he knows because he's counted and tracked the time he wasted took from you to his destination for an object he couldn't be bother to remember. nothing was more important than you. he looked away for six seconds
six seconds, it would have been 4 but he was distracted by a car that crashed into the sidewalk. saw dust evaporating and when he turned back to you, where you were supposed to be sprawled out on the couch like the angel you are. except, you weren't. and the couch is covered in dust slowly floating out the window you keep open for the stray that frequents for food.
dex wouldn't panic at first. he's too used to the pranks you pull, always pushing his buttons for your amusement. so dex calls your name and waits, then searches for you, calls your name and waits. then his searching gets more frantic, now he's calling your name with every step that turned into uncontrolled stomps. dex is checking closets, the pantry, the shower, cupboards you couldn't possibly fit into, the roof because you like to traces constellations on the back of his palm while complaining about not being able to see them.
he'd look for you for about a year, more maybe if no one confronts him. if matt for some reason comes to dex, pre-foggy i can see matt peeping how destroyed dex is as he's following bullseye's trail of bodies and trying to talk some sense into him. or dex could come to the conclusion on his own, though that would happen a lot more slowly and he just wouldn't be as convinced opposed to it coming from matt.
flash forward to when everyone comes back from the blip. your shared apartment has turned into a shrine. nothing has been touched since the day you left aside from a few guns on the table and holes in the wall. pictures of you and dex, of your friends and family have turned into rows of framed photos of just you.
dex comes home at the right time, you're mind had just stopped reeling from the sudden change, because well... nothing has changed at least not on your end. sure it was daylight outside just a few seconds ago but.... maybe you fell asleep. sure, but then, when did dex leave? and since when did he have on his bullseye suit.
the two of you would stare at each other for a while. dex frozen in the door way, you a little disoriented wondering why your ben was acting so strange, when he went from the bedroom to your front door. then he walks past you as if he didn't notice your presence in the first place.
he doesn't flinch when you call his name, he pauses when you grab his hand, looks at you and with all the cold malice you thought you'd never receive from him, dex spits at you, "go away" heads to the bedroom and slams the door.
your left standing there, hurt, confused and scared. not because of dex, kinda because of him, but because now there were shouting and loud noises coming from outside. so you turn on the tv because maybe at least someone in there will tell you what the hell was happening.
dex, our poor death row husband. went a little crazy in your absence. we see how he took julie's body with him to kill fisk. i can imagine he would start hearing you in his head, maybe not full on hallucinations, but he fully could not function without you to the point where his brain had to make up a fictious you just to keep going. while it worked, he hated it.
he didnât want something fake his mind made up, even if at times when he gets really bad, it nearly convinces him. he wants you. he wants the real thing. he wants your hands on his skin. your real warm lips kissing away his tears. your soft words chasing away the noise until all he knows is your breath, your name and you heart beat
so when you appeared in the living room after a night of gruesome work, in the same pajamas you left him in, looking like an angel in the neon glow, he didnât believe you were real. your voice echoes when you call him name and you look so confused, so loving when you look at him not disappointed or scared or disgusted like he knew he deserved for whats become of him in your absence
he retreats into the bedroom to escape you, fully expecting you to appear in the room behind him. but you donât and thereâs a commotion outside. dex let himself look, if only to distract himself from the daunting fact heâs finally gone insane. it doesnât really hit him, how heâs seeing people being reformed from dust until a tv turns on in the distance
and suddenly heâs in the hallway, staggering towards the source of the sudden chatter. when he sees you lit up all in up and silver, he chokes and he doesnât really have time to think much else other than your name when you come running up to him with tears in your eyes.
your hands on his biceps as you look into his eyes, pressing into his skin as you drag them up his shoulders, neck, raking your fingers through his hair with enough pressure to ground him. dex is stiff when you tuck his head under your chin. a moment later, his hands are holding your waist, hips, clawing gloved nails and down your back.
heâd be whispering, âare you real?â and not even notice until you shush him, because heâs too focused on your scent, which had been nothing but a dying memory for years, how it shuts everything off but sets his skin and every one of his senses on fire.
youâre muttering back, âiâm sorryâ which dex has to shut down immediately with a harsh, salty kiss. he was the one who treated you so harshly when you just came back to him. he should have trusted that you could never leave him on your own.
then fade to blackâŚ. i might add more of this later if i come up with something thing else
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Dex liked looking at your phone when you were in the shower or fast asleep. Quite often he would input your passcode and check your apps and conversations. Others might consider it an invasion of privacy; he called it protecting you. It was a glimpse into your brain that he could never deny himself. He wanted to know one of your inner thoughts. Doing this allowed him to be the best possible boyfriend.
Instagram.
He scrolled your dmâs to see who was messaging you. It was just you and your friends sending memes and videos of cute animals back and forth. You had shown him the videos last night laying in bed.
Pinterest.
This app gave him information on things you will be asking for or dropping hints that you want. He will feign surprise when you slyly work into conversation a new pair of shoes that you saw online. And the fact that they are completely different than the dozens of pairs already in your closet.
Internet history.
can cats eat spaghetti?
This one made a smile break across his face. You liked to feed the stay cats in the alley near your apartment. You had leftover spaghetti the other night and he recalled you commenting that the cats might like it. Answer: yes but only plain noodles. No sauce. He knew that tonight you would take a plate out to them and scratch the tops of their heads as they ate.
why does my head hurt at night?
You probably needed to drink more electrolytes.
best coffee near me
That would be another thing you would be asking for - him to take you to a new cafe. Maybe he would suggest it first. You would like that.
Texts.
This app was the one that threw the reg flag for him this time. There was only one new text in your conversation log since the last time he checked your phone. A text from a Jason in your contacts.
Hey I am going to be in New York this week for work. We should catch upâŚ.
No, he did not like that one bit. The text had been received almost 12 hours ago, and you had read it but not responded. Good girl. His perfect girl. He considered deleting it and blocking the contact, but then you would notice and realize he was going through your phone. He did not want to mess with the dynamic that you two had balanced. You trusted him completely, leaving it face up on the table when you left the room, and he made sure everything was to his liking on the device. If he deleted it, the scales would shift, and then where would that leave him?
So he decided to keep the text where it was. He would check your phone more often this week to make sure no other texts from Jason came through. Any ding from the device would make his ears perk up on alert, and have his hand hovering over his pocketknife. He would probably be circling, monitoring you constantly though the week to protect the most precious resource in his life.
If you needed something from the store, he would go with you. Heâd stand behind you as you stood in the grocery aisle, as you studied the boxes of granola to decide which one to get, with his massive frame blocking yours, making sure no one laid an eye on you. Or better yet, heâd tell you to stay home and he will go out to get whatever was needed from the store.
He would take you to get the shoes next week. Hell, he would buy you a hundred pairs of shoes just to remind you that you were his; to keep your attention trained on him always. And he would leave you so fucked out that you would forget who Jason even was. He would hit that perfect spot every time. Probably a little too much and too often, bullying his cock into you. Everytime you glanced at your phone after it buzzed heâd pull you into his lap. By the end of the week youâd be so exhausted and pliant that you just let your phone run out of battery and die.
I considered not posting this but my last braincell said "be free" so here we are. What if a nurse found Benjamin in a dumpster like Claire found Matt in season 1 haha what if! ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
IGN Exclusive | Daniel BrĂźhl Stars in Magic: The Gathering: Marvel Super Heroes Commercial
(NOTE: article was auto-translated from German to English)
Over the past decade, Magic: The Gathering has produced some truly legendary promotional clips for its trading card game. Unforgettable moments include the War of the Spark trailer featuring a rendition of Linkin Park's hit song "In the End," the animated glimpse into the whimsical world of Bloomburrow, or most recently, the puppet theater for Lorwyn Eclipsed.
Now, a new one seems poised to join the ranks, as Wizards of the Coast managed to recruit German star actor Daniel BrĂźhl for the perfect edition.
Shooting Preparations with Daniel BrĂźhl
The 47-year-old arguably received his biggest international popularity boost playing the role of Zemo in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. However, as we were assured on set, he is not playing this villain in the commercial for the upcoming MtG set Marvel Super Heroes.
The reasons for this are likely legal in nature. That said, BrĂźhl's look is very heavily inspired by the comic book Baron, complete with a leather coat and leather gloves.
Does Daniel BrĂźhl normally leave the house dressed like this?
And story-wise, this version of Daniel also doesn't seem too far removed from his film and series role. In the video, we see him in a dark location. The lighting is dimmed, even flickering occasionally.
Evil Daniel in His Magic Hideout
With a massive stack of various booster packs and booster boxesâarranged, not by coincidence, to look like a city's concrete jungleâhe builds himself a deck composed of villains, which are set to face off against the hero deck of influencer RvNxMango later in the clip. Any Magic fan would probably have started hyperventilating at the sheer volume of cards just casually lying around on set.
We will likely find out who gets the upper hand in said duel shortly before the release on June 26 via Wizards of the Coast's channelsâor slightly earlier, exclusively right here on IGN Germany.
Playing strangers with dex at the bar or at the gym. He would flirt his way out (like a real stalker or a pervert) to an extent some men would try to step in and ask âis this man bothering you?â and in a second dex looks ready to square up âthis is MY girl back the f out-â and you have to assure them âyeah weâre just playing around itâs fineâ đ
eeEEE i fucking hoarded this message for so long, really wanted to write something about it hehe. hope you enjoy!!! <3
the really bad kind
benjamin 'dex' poindexter x reader
cw: dex being a little handsy and rough, creepy behavior, you and dex are both a lil fucked in the head hehe. some heated kissing, insinuations of more. reader is slightly intoxicated during. content is 18+, MINORS DNI
you'd think it was a concrete wall that you bumped into if it weren't for the two strong hands that stop you from stumbling completely backwards
he keeps you balanced and on your feet, an anchoring force against your swaying
its clear now that you're far more tipsy than you anticipated
"oop, sorry about that!" you giggle, looking up to find his eyes already boring into yours, the black of his pupils glinting with humor at your bubbly demeanor
"no harm done" he answers, his voice low, leaning in to make sure you hear him in the crowded the bar "you're good?" he asks, his warm breath tickling against your ear
"yeah!" you beam at him, lying, while all he does is just stare at you with a suspicious squint of his eyes "i've just- i had a few drinks!"
the 'stranger' quirks his mouth in amusement, lifting a knowing brow at you
"more than a few by my count" he snarks, says it like its just an astute observation, like its not weird at all that he has been keeping score on something like that
"you've been watching me?" you ask, biting at your lip nervously, your skin erupting in squeamish goosebumps at the thought
the man's face reddens, he blinks a few times but doesn't look remorseful at all, only taken aback at the fact that you're confronting him about it
"i was looking out for you" he argues with an affronted look, says it like its obvious, straightening up his posture for added credibility on his good deeds
"um-" you huff shakily, gratefully the alcohol makes you brave when you answer "that's still creepy, y'know that?"
"i-its not" he stutters with laugh that has no real humor behind it, his nostrils flaring a little bit in frustration, like maybe you've struck a nerve with that last one "given the state of you right now- one might say i'm doing you a favor"
you scoff in incredulity at his logic, your eyes wide as they stare back at him "a favor?"
"keeping the weirdos off your scent" he answers, his voice level headed even when he's speaking unhinged insanity to you
he inches forward until you unconsciously walk backwards and hit against the tall table behind you
"yeah- weirdos like you?" you retaliate, gulping nervously when all he does is breathe out an amused sound, staring intently at your lips when he notices how they start to tremble and you bite at them to try and hide it
its his turn to scoff, he turns his head sideways to avoid your gaze momentarily in offense and thats when you take a moment to properly look at him
you nearly salivate at the sight of the pretty scar marking his cheek, his sharp jawline, he really is handsome in a way thats is completely unfair, in a way that in your intoxicated state only makes you want to tear him apart
"you'd be in big trouble by now if that were the case" he answers finally, a dangerous quirk of his mouth, a growing playful light in his eyes as he breaches into your personal space
you gulp back a squeak, his intensity and the theatrics of it all has you on the verge of breaking character, if only for a chance to finally kiss your boyfriend straight on the mouth when he's standing so close and looking so enticingly hot, hours of keeping your distance finally taking a toll
but- this whole thing was your idea, you practically begged dex to agree on playing strangers, to indulge you in a cheeky little game before he got to take you home later tonight
so no, you can't give in that easily, yet -
"trouble?" you ask, eyelids fluttering at him, your voice barely above a whisper and now completely flooded with traitorous want
he hums, "the really bad kind too"
"you dont scare me" you answer, trying your best to keep the affronted and brave facade, for the sake of playing around a little longer, but theres no fighting the rising smirk on your face, your skin prickling with sick anticipation when the answer seems to light up something inside of dex
"no?" he asks, grabbing at your wrist to pull you in forcefully against his front, so close you have to crane your neck to properly look at him, "maybe you should be" he says, smiling with teeth when you squeal in surprise to his bluntness
a dazed look takes over his features when he feels the way your pulse hammers beneath the tight grip of his palm
its truly a miracle that you and dex managed to make it this far without someone intervening
nonetheless, you're still shocked you when one of the guys who was talking to you earlier in the night shows up out of damn nowhere to shove dex's backwards and away from you
as if he were coming to your rescue, he starts "hey man! why dont you fuck off?" raising his voice threateningly at dex, who just takes one or two steps back with his hands lifted up in mock surrender, a vile and cocky look on his face
the guy's eyes shift towards you to ask in worry "you okay? this guy bothering you?"
oh, sweet, naive thing. you think
you can't help it, it's probably because of the alcohol in your system, probably because as soon as you make eye contact with dex his hazy eyes are glinting with sick amusement right back at you, his mouth quirking at one side
you laugh, loud and giggly and absolutely not anything that the poor guy deserves for doing the right thing
"the only one that needs to fuck off is you buddy" your boyfriend finally speaks, chuckling condescendingly and squaring up, all of a sudden looking much taller and broader and scarier than he already is
the guy turns to you again, shocked at the way you're smiling giddily at the tall man that only seconds ago was holding on to your wrist with a vice grip, the one he noticed hours ago was silently gazing at you from afar like a creep, staring as if you were something to eat, following your every move without blinking away or doing anything other than stay perfectly still in the darkness
"its okay!" you answer with a remorseful smile, feeling honest pity for the guy who looks completely befuddled by the situation in front of him "he's um- hes my boyfriend, we're just playing around, you dont have to-" you say, your voice still cracking with barely contained giggles
the guy takes turns looking from you to dex a few consecutive times
your boyfriend stares back with a taunting look in his eyes, like he's still hoping the guy will throw a punch or push at his chest a little harder
he doesn't take the bait, the guy doesn't say another word before he backs off and walks away with a look of utter disgust
its all the same to you and dex though, as soon as the random dude is gone your boyfriend is grabbing at your hand and walking with confident strides towards a secluded corner of the bar
he needs no audience to swallow your mouth with a possessive and needy kiss, he cant risk being interrupted once again
the feeling of him towering over you, finally pressing his whole body against yours is nothing short of euphoric, your breathing goes erratic when your hands can barely keep up with your need to touch him all over
you have half a mind to register when he groans into your mouth a sardonic yet not entirely insincere question "am i bothering you?"
you laugh momentarily, continuing to kiss him fervently and mindlessly, your hands tugging at the hairs at the back of his neck before he bites your lip in protest at your lack of response
"the only thing thats fucking bothering me is that we're still here, dex"
you're already sticking your tongue down his throat again by the time you realize you've used his real name
"this was your idea" he answers, big hands grabbing at your face to separate from your lips and properly look at you, he actually looks pissed that you're acting like this is his fault "you wanted us to be here, to do this-"
you try to kiss him again but he just pulls back to watch you struggle, a ruthless, scorning frown on his face
"just take me home already" you whine, wrapping both your arms around his neck to bring him down to you in desperation, using his tall and sturdy frame to ground yourself too
the world is spinning not only from the effect of your drinks but now also from the blinding, harrowing need gathering at the pit of your stomach, the one that makes the entire surface of your skin feel like its on fire every time you think about dex laying so much as a finger on you underneath all these pestering clothes
dex blows out a nervous and amused sound, shaking his head from side to side, still not kissing you back, his voice coming out husky when he teases "so i can take advantage of you in a state like this?"
your response is feeble, broken, a high pitched and desperate "fuck, please-" that you exhale straight into his gasping wide open mouth
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Cabins werent your thing, not really. No connection, the woods, the bugs.. Not your style. But Dex had been nothing but sweet towards you despite your attitute towards him.
So, the least you could do was go stay the week at this Cabin. Well, it was much larger then a cabin, but you see the appeal. You wished you could stay home instead but, He was your husband after all. You werenât letting him go no-contact for a week.
You packed a big suitcase, even though Dex said there was no need for that may clothes. You didnt care, what if you suddenly pissed yourself twice a day? 20 pairs of underwear was really necessary!!
âAll done, Baby?â Dex asked as he stood in the bedroom doorway. Watching you sit on your knees beside your luggage on the floor. You looked so pretty, lips pouting, he wished he could just take your mouth right there..
âYeah.â You said, eyeing him for a moment. Why did he suddenly look so.. big? His arms and all. Must be because you were on the floor.. You didnt notice Dex move to take your suitcase as you were too busy zoning off, your breath hitches when you suddenly snap back and he is so so close to you.
âWhat happened sweet girl?â He murmured at you, fixing the zip of the luggage before taking his duffle bag and putting it on your luggage to carry them.
âNothing, just zoned out.â You hum, getting up from the floor and following him out of the bedroom. âHow long is the drive?â You ask, watching his right arm tense up as he hold the luggage and carries it outside.
âAround three hours, youâll be okay?â He asked, making sure you dont have any last minute doubts about the getaway or any hesitation. You just nod your hand, pressing the elevator button.
You two wait side by side for a moment, the luggage on his right and you on his left. His left hand hovers on your back for a moment, guiding you gently with one hand into the elevator as the door opened.
You pressed the button, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror. Turning your back to Dex in progress. He didnt seem to like that, holding your think baby pink belt with a finger. Tugging gently, smiling when you give him a scolding look.
âââ
âCan we stop at the gas station?â You ask, an hour into the drive. Your music playing through the aux. Dex shook his head no, turning his head towards you for a split second before turninh his gaze back onto the road. âNo, baby. You need to pee? Hungry?â He asked, because he would stop if that was the case but he doubts it. And when you shake your head no with a pout, âDrop that.. weâll stop and go to the supermarket around the cabin.â He rests one hand on your thigh, rubbing through the denim.
âFine, i guess what i want doesnât matterâ you bite back, it was mean, yes, and sometimes you did feel bad about acting like it. But you couldnât help but take the small hatred you had towards your father for arranging this marriage out of him.
Your dad, was a good guy, sure. You had couple nice memories. And the fact that he arranged this marriage, made you resent him slightly. Although, Dex wasnât having it this time. âAlright, enough with that attitude.â He said rather harshly. And when i mean harsh? I mean full fbi voice and all.
âYou got to be a big girl, alright? Want something? Speak up for it.â He gave you a side glance, retracting his hand from your thigh. You dropped both your hands onto lap. You were quiet for once, not talking back at everything he says. Also, your thigh felt empty, as much as you hated it, you were used to it. Used to his routine, how he always had to touch you somewhere.
ââŚ.Sorry.â You murmur, fidgeting with your fingers. Not wanting to look at him. When he heard your apology Dex stilled for a moment, turning his head to look at you. âWhat.â It was more so shocked then a statement, he had heard you apologise, obviously. But just never to him.
ââŚI said âm sorry.â You say, a little louder this time, thinking he didnt hear you. âYeah, i heard what you said baby. Just suprised.â He replied back, tense still.
âSay you forgive me.â You huff out, waiting for his reply. Instead, he just slowed the car and parked on the side. Dex shifts to look at you, holding your chin and turning your face to him. You look to share his gaze, still pouty.
âWhat did i just say about pouting, baby?â He caressed your cheek with his thumb a little. âYou said to drop my attitude, not my pout.â You couldnât help but lean into his touch a little. His warm hand felt good.
âYeah, well, same thing.. we cant keep doing this if you act like this you know that?â He said, so lovingly. It broke your heart a little, what was he trying to even say?
âKeep doing what?â You ask hesitantly, not sure if you even want to hear what. You bat your lashes, wanting him to soften up a little.
âIf you want it, we can get a div-â Dex had a defeated look on his face like he gave up. what? No, no, no, no! How could he even think you would want that. âNo!â You bursted out before he finished his word.
âYouâre my husband.. what are you going to do find a new wife?â What were you even saying that didnt make sense at all. He didnt even say something like that.
âAllright, thats settled then.â He smirked coyly, moving to start the car back on. âWait.. âm not finished.â You tug on his arm that was on the stick.
âYeah? What do you want?â He asked, grabbing the same hand and engulfing your hand in his, giving you a look that said âgo onâ.
âI wanna.. make it up to you.â Dex was silent for a moment, that was the last thing he thought youâd say. He couldnât help but think of ways you could make it up to him. But no, he was the one thinking dirty, he thought.
âMhm? Gonna make me dinner? Give me a kiss?â He said teasingly, squeezing your hand twice. âNuh uh.. i wanna..â you murmured, looking at his face then down at his crotch then back at his face.
So he wasnt thinking dirt at all, but he decided to play cool. âYeah, what do you want? Told you to speak up earlier didnt i?â He hummed, now he got you right where he wanted all along.
âCan i.. suck you off?â You spoke softly, batting your lashes at him. How silly of you to think that heâd refuse!!! âWell⌠i dont know, anyone who drives by could see us?â He said, already reaching to unbuckle his belt.
You suddenly sit up straighter, tugging on his belt faster then he cant get it off. âEasy⌠Easy, girlâŚâ he cooed, making you drop your hands.
You watched him very intently. He lifted his hips slightly in the air in a thrusting motion to slide off his belt completely. âFasterrrr, Dex..â you whine.
âSave that for later, baby.â He groaned, taking out his cock for you. âReady? Come on. It doesnt bite.â He leaned back on his seat.
You leaned in, taking the tip in your mouth. Dexâs breath hitched, but did no move to push you down his length, letting you do your own thing instead.
You took your time, looking at him every few seconds see if he likes it. Dex gives you an encouraging smile, one hand resting it on your hair. âThats nice babyâŚâ he murmurs, petting your head gently.
You took the praise as a sign to take him deeper down your throat, bobbing your head up and down few times before taking him out of your mouth completely. And that earns you a big whine from Dex, âWha- no, come back,â he hissed as cold air came in contact with his wet cock.
In response you just licked a striped from his balls to the tip of his dick. Soon learning that the tip was his actually most sensitive spot.
âââ
Dex panted heavily as your hand was now coated heavily in his cum, you sat up straighter, licking his cum from your fingers, making sure to look him in the eye during it, giggling when his breath hitches.
P.s had to cut out most of the smut part because i realized im rusty and dk how to describe it properly
18+ mdni, dubcon elements, dom/sub dynamics, vaginal penetration, creampie, vaginal fingering, cunninglingus, somnophilia, choking, overstimulation, reader has no gendered pronouns, implied stalkerish behavior [reader], fbi!dex just being a rather friendly neighbor, mrs. miller close your catholic ears, smut below the cut
reader who has a huge, super obvious crush on neighbor!dex, always trying to run into him in the hallway, asking for spare batteries for your remotes and extra eggs for breakfast. the first few times it happened, dex was rather clueless about your attraction to him, because few people had ever really looked his way. and not that you werenât pretty, he just wasnât into you like that. you were nothing more than his kind neighbor who seemed to forget how to adult since heâs moved in.
it wasnât until the nice but nosy old lady in 427 offhandedly mentioned to dex how generous you were, how you mustâve had everything one could possibly need stocked up, that he realized you were just using it as an excuse to talk to him. between his important assignment at the fbi and spending time with his support system julie, dex hardly had the time to be entertaining your little crush.
until he was put on administrative leave and nice, sweet julie turned out to be just like everyone else. scared of him and his devotionâhis desire to be good just like her.
he had put a hole through his wall and a couple cds by the time he heard you unlock your front door. before he knew it, dex ripped open his own door, startling you.
âjesus, are you okay, dex?â you asked when you saw the distress on his handsome features.
the whole time heâs lived here, youâd not once seen him anything but the picture of put together. you envied it, but you also wondered if there was more underneath the mask of calm. was this what was hiding behind it?
in two quick strides, dex was in front of you, roughly grabbing your face and smashing his mouth against yours, tongue prodding through the seam of your lips. your shocked gasp allowed the warm muscle through. the question on your tongue died then. he pushed you both through your door, foot kicking it shut.
next thing you knew, he was harshly fucking his cock into you, pressing your face deeper into your mattress with his hand on the back of your throat. you can already feel the bruises around your neck forming. you sobbed his name, already having come twice around him. each of his thrusts were so precise, never faltering even as he was finally approaching his climax.
youâve never heard his voice as raspy as when he began to taunt you, âyou can take it, canât you? i know you like me, or else you wouldnât be letting me do this to you.â
âplease, dex, dex, dex,â you blabbered like a mantra. you couldnât tell exactly what it was you were begging for.
he held you down harder then, blocking your airway for a moment. âfuck, youâre so wet. youâve thought about this, havenât you? you ever imagined me knocking on your door and shoving my cock into you? oh, i can feel you squeezing me. youâd love that, wouldnât you?
âmrs. miller said you were so helpful. she was right. thatâs why you followed me around on my runs, didnât you? just wanted to keep me company. you werenât that dumb to think an fbi agent wouldnât notice, were you? you wanted me to know with that little damsel-in-distress act of yours.â
you felt his weight press down onto your back, his fingers sliding from your sore hip to the center of your thighs. he smiled when he found your clit immediately, rubbing the overstimulated nerves with quick, precise movements. despite the mortification of being caught, you cried out in overwhelming ecstasy. your stretched walls clamped down so hard around his length, it was like they were trying to push him out.
but obviously, you wanted it. otherwise, your arousal wouldnât be gushing out around his relentless cock like that, dripping onto your ruined sheets. each slap of his hips against your ass made such an embarrassing squelch inside the thin walls of your small room. hopefully poor old mrs. miller couldnât hear any of thisâshe was terribly catholic.
dex spoke more in the last forty minutes than he had to you in the past three years heâs been living in this building. he teased you about your crush on him, praised you for being so good for him and his cock. it wasnât long before your third release washed over you, milking him so hard that he spilled himself into you. you felt his hot cum flood your walls, shamefully (but blissfully) wondering if heâd slide himself out of you just to watch it leak out of your hole.
but despite his intense climax, he kept going, because dex was only a friendly neighbor cashing in on his neighborly generosity to you.
bonus: years later, the assassin bullseye would climb up your fire escape, sneaking into your apartment through your unlocked window. you mustâve been waiting for him to return, never mind the heatwave running through manhattan right now, and your ac just broke last week. youâd wake up to bullseye with his head between your thighs, fingers making those familiar strokes with deadly precision. he had lifted his mask just enough to expose his mouth, coaxing a shattering climax from you just like he did all those times before. (you had, in fact, started to leave your windows unlocked when you heard he escaped prison.)
It was no secret that Dex was an attractive guy, and even more charismatic. Though his charms doesnât work on you well it definitely works on other women.
In no way im saying Dex would try to flirt with women to get your attention, he is too hopelessly and desperately into you.
It doesnât stop other women to flirt with him though. Its not like he doesnât shut it off immediately, he really does. But what he didnt know that you would be jealous by it.
How could he? You barely gave him the time of day, never paying actual attention to him. Hell, you barely even talk to him properly at home!!
You two were in the car, going back home after a wedding. Summer season always did meant the wedding season, and maybe thats why the only thing Dex insisted about the wedding was having the wedding late autumn early winter.
To be honest, if this was a friends wedding you wouldâve totally left Dex home. After all its your friends. But since this was a family wedding you had to bring him, and he was quite eager to come.
You were sat on the passenger seat, one leg crossed over the other. Back comfortably against the seat, watching the dark road. Your music playing in his car.
You were quieter than usual, you were always quiet when alone with him, sure. But this time it was different, seeing your cousin (who wasnt even your cousin) touch up on his arm talking about how unfair it was to him that he had such a cruel wife.. you werent that cruel were you?
âYouâre different,â Dex started, looking at you for a moment. Watching the way your gaze was so distant, thumb brushing over the diamond ring. Your breathing a little a slower, like you didnt even have the tolerance to hear your own breath. âI promise nothing happened, i shut it down as soon as i realised..â
Dex reached with his right hand, the left one still on the wheel. His hand hovered over yours for a moment, raising his hand to touch your arm. Trying to coax words out of your mouth. âIm cruel?â You asked, you were as confused as someone could be.
âNo, youâre not cruel. Youâre justâŚâ he trailed off, not knowing how to continue. âIâm just what, Dex?-â You huffed out, crossing his arms.
âYouâre my wife, thats who you are. Youâre not Cruel, youâre not mean. Youâre my wife.â He cut you off before you could continue, emphasizing on the word wife. âSince when do you care what others say? Huh? Wait, this is not about being called cruel is it?â He realised, eyes widening slightly as he stopped talking for a moment. Stopping to park inside the gas station.
He turned to face you, a small smile forming on his face. âWhat are you so smiley for?â Your brows furrowed, why was he being so smiley about??
âYouâre jealous- thats, thats what it isâ He said, happy as he can. Reaching to touch your hand. You retract your hand, rolling your eyes before resting back against the seat. ââŚNo.â You muttered not even looking at him.
âOh no, please let me have this. Come on.â Dex was more excited than anything, it was his first time seeing you this⌠small.
You shook your head, not even looking at him. He grabbed your wrist, squeezing. Not hard enough to hurt, just hard enough to get your attention back on him.
âIts just me, come on, dont be shy.â He said, ducking his head a little to get into your vision. âYou let her touch you.â You muttered out, finally making eye contact.
âAh⌠i see. Im yours though, arenât i? Do you want me to get rid of her? I know how much you hate her.â He said, trying to lighten your mood. And when you didnt reply he just nodded, his hand sliding down from your wrist to your hand.
Trying to hold your hand without pushing his luck too much. âMaybe.â You said in a small voice slightly irritated that he was this happy. âWill you shut up now?â You sigh, wanting so bad to snap at him.
Dex, gave you a defeated look. âShe touched me barely a second, you know.â He spoke after some silence, watching you pick at your bracelet. âBesides, why do you care now?â He hummed, hoping to take you out of your shell a little more.
âYouâre acting as if you wouldnt have done the same thing.â You murmur, finally holding eye contact with him. âYeah, well, i wouldâve killed the guy. But thats just me.â He shrugged casually, like it was just common sense.
ââŚSo, i should kill her is what youâre saying?â You smiled a little, and Dex grinned at your smile. It was the third time he made you smile up until now. âNo, i got it handled. Dont mess up those pretty nails.â He hummed, reaching out a hand. Seeing if you would let him take it.
When you didnt retract your hand he took it as a sign to hold your hand in his, thumb rubbing over your nails.
You finally spoke after watching his thumb touch your nails so gently âNo.. dont kill anyone.â
âI could.â
âI wont come visit.â
âFine, i wontâŚâ Dex said begrudgingly, you two fell into a silence again. But this time it felt comfortable, warm even.
âââ
Skipping to Thanksgiving few months later, you arrived at your family home. Dex walked behind you like a puppy, per usual. But this time you were actually letting him hold your hand. Couple bite marks on his throat, high enough that his turtleneck doesnt even cover them. Dex doesnt want them covered eighter, happy that his pretty pretty wife is holding his hand, her marks on his throat. His marks were planted in deep deep places instead. Maybe you getting jealous wasnt so bad after all, after all it got him what he wanted all along.
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You love twisting his words. Over the simplest thing, he asks you to pass the salt? You reply back with a âoh so my food is bland?â
He is so touchy when you are outside with family because he knows you wont push him away near family. So he pushes his luck to the brim.
You basically just use him sometimes and he loves it. Cant find an cab? You are standing beside his head demanding that he drives you wherever.
You try to make his life miserable, but loves that too. You whine about every single thing, hoping heâll break his demeanor and act out. Which never happens it happened once and he hated himself for it.
Such a wife guy too, you dont say youâre married when meeting new people unless said people notices the ring and asks. But Dex? Everyone he met know he is married, very proud to be married.
Though if anyone who sees you acting cold or particularly passive aggressive to him and calls you out on it even jokingly he shuts it off so fast. âMy wife can do whatever she pleases.â He says so quick.
Kisses your forehead every morning before he leaves, even though sometimes you pretend to be asleep just so wont talk to you. He knows you are awake though, you breathe different.
Protective too, if he knows you are going somewhere at night? He tails you, but most of the time it fails since he steps in between whenever something he deems as risky happens.
Hundred percent makes your pet love him to get in your eye. Pavlovs it if he has to, acting like its a shared baby just for you.
Started woking out at home often because he saw you look at his arms a second too long once.
Never says no when you ask for something, no matter how expensive or absurd it may be because its truly so rare that you ask for something.
If you make dinner, heâll smile saying that you dont want him starve after all. His eyes truly sparke, he is such a wife guy idk. Like those comments on tiktok where they write âShe can run me over with a truck and iâll say sorryâ thats so him.
warnings/tags: shane being shane (mean), p in v, outdoor sex, rough sex, mentions of blood, predator vs prey (?), age gap (both consenting adults), rope play, reader is a little insane and possessive, might be ooc but who knows,
summary: you try to prove you're strong by sneaking up on shane and fucking yourself on his cock while hes tied up !!!
a/n: im not proud of this one but i wanted to post something long for you guys to read anyways. :( not proofed. can also read on ao3
shane took what he wanted when he wanted, that was something you learned very early on with him. it's not like it was an issue to you, you loved him. a lot. more than you needed to, because he wasn't going to take this relationship anywhere with you and he made that clear. you still stayed. you stayed and you waited for him to change his mind one day.
he made you feel small and not in the physical sense. he made you feel inadequate. you were only there for one thing in his eyes and he made that very apparent.
"why're you calling me, old man? i didn't even know you knew how to work a phone." you teased, earning a low grumble from the other side of the phone. "yeah yeah. when can you come over." it wasn't a question and he didn't even seem excited. it was a an appointment to him. "i ain't a prostitute, ya'know that right?" you bite back this time and he scoffs in response.
"yeah, i would hope not. no one else touchin' my girl but me." he says it in a low, possessive tone that makes your throat suddenly go dry. he knows what to say to get you to feel feeble, he knew what to do when you got a little too comfortable talking back. what hurts the most is that you didn't even know if he meant what he was saying, or if you were even considered "his girl".
"whatever, shane. put your stupid hunting shit on and go to our usual spot. i'll be there soon." you end the conversation there, hanging up before he can smart mouth you again. you were gonna prove to him, prove to yourself, that he's not the only one that can take what he wants.
you move slow. every footstep counts. every noise you make by stepping on the corroded nature is one more thing that could make him aware of you. he hates being caught off guard. that's when you see him in the distance, the familiar greying hair and withered clothes from years of wearing it over and over. you felt your mouth fill up with drool as you tightened your grip on the rope you have in your pocket.
he's fiddling with his pocket knife as he's leaned up against a tree. slowly, you make your way to him. he's got no reason to suspect you would do this to him because he holds you to such a low standard.
"hey, shane."
for someone trained to counter stuff like this, he doesn't even react fast enough to you, assumingly because he doesn't see you as a threat. he's grunting as you tie his wrists to the back of the tree nice and tight so he can feel it. "the fuck are you doin'?" he thrashes in protest, a string of curses falling from his mouth. you shush him as you sink onto his lap, placing your hands on his chest and moving them down to feel him up.
you can't help but giggle before you press your lips to his, shutting him up as he kisses you back instantaneously. "of course you'd fold for some pussy. bet you didn't think i'd be able to rough you up like this." you say, pulling away as you unbutton your shirt, giving him a good eyeful of your chest. he swallows, not nervously, he swallows like he's starving.
"you're into some sick shit." he's not giving you the satisfaction of singing your praises out loud but you can see that he's hard, maybe that counts for something. you take out your pocket knife, ripping his shirt off. he was undoubtedly yours right now. yours to take. "i'm just here to take what i want, when i want. someone i know taught me that." he rolls his eyes at your comment. he lets you destroy the fabric of his shirt, shaking his head as you finish tearing it all off. "gonna have to buy me a new shirt."
you ignore him as you discard your knife somewhere into the woods to fetch later, taking his already hard cock into your hand and stroking it. "im into some sick shit but you're harder than you've ever been, ain't that say somethin'?" he can't help but whimper pathetically into your touch, ignoring your remark once again as he tries to break his restraints. "un-fuckin-tie me so i can fu- ahn, touch you." there he goes, demanding and never asking. it pisses you off so much that you slap him in the face with your free hand.
"good for you, princess. can only land a hit when i'm all vulnerable for you like this." he taunts you because he knows it'll egg you on, further giving him what he wants from you. you're too embarrassingly wet that you don't even care to try and keep up the performance as you line your entrance up with his cock, sinking down slowly. usually he would be the one doing it, slamming it in and bottoming out inside of you in one thrust.
he's groaning and cursing under his breath, loving the feeling of your tight cunt and hating the fact that he can't have his way with you. "fuckin' takin' too long, shit," you ignore him as you bottom out on his cock, noticing he's only throbbing bigger and bigger. you can feel him deep in your tummy and it makes you let out a breathless moan.
"'s it, let it out, let me watch how you work my cock, good fuckin' girl." you don't try to act strong anymore, his words making you let go as you bounce messily on his lap, he's watching you as he bites his lip so hard that there's blood starting to run down his chin. he looked so handsome like this, sat and restrained as you use him to make yourself feel good. you swore he liked it too.
"needed to prove myself t' you, make you see how - ahnn, strong i am" he smirks at your pathetic confession. "workin' me so fuckin' good- shit, thass'it, attagirl." he praises you as you become a mess on his cock, feeling your release build up in your stomach and making your clit throb. "go-nna fuckin' cum, fuck, yes" you babbled, not being able to notice him breaking out of the rope until he pins you to the ground.
"yeah, really thought you could keep me like that? huh?" he grunts, gripping your hips so hard that he's gonna imprint his fingers onto your skin. you don't fight it, you don't try to tell him no, you want this. as fucked up as it is, a little part of you wanted him to overpower you and put you in your place.
he's abusing your walls as he thrusts in and out of you, a calloused hand making its way to your neck and squeezing it. he's not going to be playing nice with you, like he ever did, even though you proved yourself. "pathetic fuckin' girl. take my cock, gonna fuck you into the ground." the way he's saying it through gritted teeth, pace never faltering on your wet cunt only pushes you closer to your finish.
"can tell you're gonna cum when you make that fuckin' face. go ahead, but i'm not done with you yet."
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