being all scared to take him for the first time :(

“s’big daddy…” he notices the little crease between your brows as you stroke him in your hand, tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth.

“i know.” he sighs like it’s shameful, but he’s unbelievably aroused by the worry in your expression. “you can take it though, right? you’ll try for me bunny?” he husks, coarse fingers massaging the back of your neck, the same fingers that throw blades working you with such care.

“i wan’it.” you slur, drunk with lust as you squat over him, sliding his fat tip through your glossy folds. you look possessed, still worried but unable to fight your needs. you just need him inside.

“easy girl.” he squeezes your hip lovingly, eyes low with desire. “take your time with it. can’t fuck you if you’re hurting too bad. not my style.”

“want it to hurt.” you shiver, sitting your weight on it — wincing as he pushes past the tip.

“yeah?” his voice shudders too in the lamp light of your room. “you want daddy bruising your little guts, huh?”

you whimper at the talk, nodding furiously as you push through the stretch, letting out a frustrated and pathetic cry when you feel him forcing through you. dex is trying not to thrust upwards with his hips. “you’re so wet, sweetheart. ‘be a champ at taking this dick in no time. fuck, look at you. i fucking love you.”

C/W: Impact

God, let me hit your face. A punch or a slap, anything. Let me just fuck you up a bit.

You seem apprehensive. Look, it'll be alright. It's okay, you might enjoy it. And honestly, even if you don't? That's okay too. Because I know I'll enjoy hurting you.

No, baby, I— of course I don't hate you. I don't even remotely dislike you. I want to hurt you because you're so fucking pretty. And I think you'd look prettier sobbing and crying while clutching your jaw, groaning in pain because I've beaten you.

Honestly, the thought of beating you is just so hot. We could pretend we're roleplaying some loving couple from the '50s. That'd be cute, right? You could be my little wife, and I'd be your strong, disciplinarian husband... isn't that romantic? You want to marry me, don't you?

Then just let me hurt you. God... It's probably a little fucked up for me to want this, but I need this. Honestly, you'd look prettier with a black eye too, baby, but I don't want to scare you off. We'll work towards it. Come on, it'll feel so fucking good. I promise once my cock's buried inside you and one of my hands is wrapped around your throat, you'll fucking love the feeling of my fists slamming against you. Or a palm, I'm not picky.

Just... look up at me, baby. Lift your head up. Just like that. That's a good girl.

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Pairing | Benjamin “Dex” Poindexter x reader

Summary | The type of shit that happens when someone who’s fucked in the head falls in love

Warnings | NON CON (technically), drugging, smut, creampie, multiple orgasms, somno, praise, overstim, pet names, Dex being Dex.

Words | 900+

Notes | Yeah idk lol

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

benjamin poindexter x reader

stalker!dex who knows exactly what toys you have, where they are, and which ones are your favourite. but when he breaks in he pretends he doesn't, so when you lie he's disappointed.

he's got you pinned down, your pants and underwear already discarded on the floor, your legs forcefully spread apart. he has an empty gun pointed at your head, but you don't need to know that he wouldn't shoot you, or that he can just throw it and kill you.

"either i shoot this pretty little head of yours... or you can show me how you touch yourself." he presses the barrel to your temple to emphasise his point.

"girl like you oughta have a vibrator laying around somewhere, yeah?" he tries so hard to not sound like a rabid dog, but with you finally in his hands and staring up at him like this it's practically impossible.

"i don't have one of those things- please just let me go," you whimper, shaking your head to try and convince him.

he pauses, still grinning but it doesn't go past his eyes. he sighs dramatically, pretending to be so upset with you.

there's no real reason for him to do this, he could just go to your bedroom and break the shitty lock on your bottom drawer and force the toy on you.

but... a part of him wants to see how much more work he'll have to put in to you being his, and lying isn't part of that deal.

"baby, i thought you'd be smarter than that. you think i don't see how stupid you get, coming home after work and pressing that pink little toy to your pussy?" he asks like he's genuinely expecting an answer.

"p-please- please don't hurt me. i'm so sorr-"

he shushes you, moving a stray hair out of your face with the end of the gun.

"shane i’m serious— stop." he’d been pawing at your body, trying to convince u to kindly take ur clothes off. but obviously you wouldn’t listen, and it was starting to piss him off.

"i don’t think you are," a small smirk on his lips but it was breaking slightly from his building up annoyance, his grip getting rougher as he grabbed ur jaw and forced u to face him — you could see the lust in his eyes mixing with irritation, a short and clipped breath leaving him and u shifted in ur spot to get away but he immediately pulled you back,

ur chest hitting his roughly, "you’re so fuckin’ needy all the other damn times— how about now, hm? you’re so fuckin’ selfish," the grip on ur jaw tightened and you winced quietly at it, your body aching from how hard he held you. "shane you’re hurting me…" a sharp bitter laugh left his lips, noticing how tears were beginning to gather in the corner of his eyes,

"well, how do you think i feel, hm? you’re breaking my heart, baby." his voice laced with faux offence as his hand slid down your body, under your skirt — the one Shane really liked, rough fingers trailing along the edge of your panties before he suddenly ripped them off — "Shane!—" a hand came over your mouth as you were suddenly manhandled onto ur front.

kicking in your spot but another one of his large hands kept your legs down for a moment. he crawled ontop of you, his body pinning ur own down and the sound of a belt unbuckling cause ur stomach to flip slightly, a sharp slap came down to your aching pussy — already embarrassingly wet… "you wanna be difficult? i’ll show you what badgirls get." without warning he shoved his cock inside of you, the stretch always stinging despite the countless times he’d taken you like this. immediately moving,

stalker!dex + witnessing you go through a break up …

benjamin poindexter & f!reader

content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, obsession, ongoing stalking, reader is briefly in a toxic relationship, heartbreak, crying -> dacryphilia, m. masturbation, mention of violence & murder.

months ago, when benjamin first caught on to the fact that you were in a blossoming relationship, he was gracious enough to let your boyfriend keep his life. his apartment gained a few new holes in the walls, he trained harder than he should have, he took his frustration out on some poor bastards in alleyways … but he figured that was better than having real blood on his hands and seeing you distraught. he only saw it as a minor setback in his grand plan as opposed to something he should actually be worried about. even if he feels sick any and every time he had to watch that man touch you or barely make you cum.

it’s just that, things go sour quickly and you seem to be distraught regardless of his decision to not meddle with your life.