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Not meeting parents? - Ben Pointdexter

Summary: Dex was going to meet your parents for the first time, but you didn't really care if they approved or not, you had a rough childhood with your so-called family, and you finally tell Dex why...

AN: IDK WHY I HAVE BEEM OBSESSED WITH POINTDEXTER MAYBE BECAUSE I SAW WILSON AND COMIC CON BUT IDK IM JUST ITCHING FOR HIM

warnings: 18+ mdi, fluff, female reader, Dex having a hard time opening up. mentions of killing, trauma, how I imagine Dex before Fisk manipulated him :(, smut, slight breeding kink?, pnv,

lmk if I missed something.

He definitely took twice as long to get ready as you did—totally unlike him. Dex swore it wasn’t a big deal, but the fact that he’d already changed outfits twice kind of gave him away.

“Tie or no tie?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at you like a confused golden retriever, halfway through buttoning his perfectly ironed shirt.

It was adorable how nervous he was about meeting your parents. And even more amusing? The way he clearly wanted to win them over, like he was auditioning for Son-in-Law of the Year.

"Aww, baby, you look good in everything", I chuckled, fixing his collar

"Really?" – his eyes searched for signs of deception in yours but found nothing.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his expression full of appreciation for your kind words, even though he likely doubted their sincerity.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice laced with gratitude.

Despite having known him for so long, it seemed that compliments still had a strong effect on him. He was still working on believing them wholeheartedly.

"It's going to be okay, my Dex, honestly, their approval won't do anything for me" I kissed his cheek. It's true, 'my parents' approval wasn't going to change how I felt about him

He relaxed under your comforting words and gentle touch, some of the tension in his shoulders melting away.

As he locked eyes with you, he mumbled, "I know... I just really don't want them to hate me."

Although he tried to play it cool, it was clear that the thought of your parents disapproving bothered him more than he let on. He wanted to make a good first impression and win them over.

"They won't. Even if we had already built our life together, they aren't gonna change that" I brush his hair with my fingers

Dex sighed a little, taking a moment to process your words. He leaned into your touch, finding comfort in your presence.

"You're right," he said softly, a small nod of agreement. "It's just... I want them to like me for who I am, not just because they'll have to accept me as your partner."

"They will, I promise. But honestly, we can just stay... I will say you got food poisoning from my cooking?" I pull on his tie so he can lean down for me, he was way taller

He chuckled a little at that, his eyes glinting with amusement as he looked at you.

"Tempting as that sounds," Dex playfully mused, "I think it's best if I actually put in the effort to impress them. Plus, I don't want them thinking you're trying to poison me."

He leaned down as you tugged on his tie, bringing his face closer to yours.

"Fine.." I look at the time, it's 6:30 we still have time "we still have time tho.." I smirk

He followed your gaze to the clock, realizing there was still some time left. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he looked back at you, catching the playful gleam in your eyes.

"Oh yeah?" he drawled, raising an eyebrow. "What did you have in mind?"

"Make out on the couch like teenagers" I suggest

He let out a low chuckle at your suggestion, his eyes smoldering as he leaned closer to you.

"Mmm, sounds tempting." His voice was a teasing murmur, a wicked spark in his eyes. "You want us to relive our high school days here and now?"

"Indeed" I pull him to the couch, straddling his lap

He willingly allowed you to guide him to the couch, his eyes locked on yours with an intense hunger. As you settled onto his lap, his hands instinctively found their way around your waist, holding you close. His lips found my neck immediately. Dex loved to take control all the time. He leaned in, his lips finding the soft skin of my neck with practised precision. He knew exactly how you liked it, his touch and attention on you, a combination of tenderness and desire. His grip on your waist tightened slightly as he started leaving a trail of warm kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

I hold on to his hair as he left kisses on my neck

Dex moaned softly against your ear, appreciative of your hands in his hair. He continued his trail of kisses, moving up and down your neck with a slow, teasing rhythm.

His hands on your waist roamed gently over your back, pulling you closer, as if he couldn't get enough of you. The sound of his heavy breathing and your soft sighs filled the room, creating a charged atmosphere between you both.

My hips grind on his lap as his catches my lips for a kiss heated inurgency

His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as you grinded on his lap. The heat between you intensified, drawing a low growl from him. Dex claimed your lips in a deep, hungry kiss, the need and desire palpable in his every move.

I moan into his lips, feeling his hardness grow under me

He groaned at the sound of your moan, the sound sending shivers down his spine. His grip on you tightened further, holding you close as his kisses became more urgent and hungry. The growing hardness beneath you only added to the mounting desire between you. He deepened the kiss even more, his lips and tongue exploring yours with a mix of greed and desperation.

"Okay... we have... 20 mins that's enough time for us... to f-fuck" I pant heavily while he bites my neck

His eyes darkened even more at your words, the hunger in them deepening as he looked at you. He needed no further invitation; the idea of taking this further here and now only added to the urgency in his voice.

"Twenty minutes... that's perfect." He growled, his hands moving down to your thighs, gripping them possessively. He leaned in again, whispering in your ear with a raspy, teasing edge. "You want me to take you right here, right now?"

"Yes- god.." I pull my dress up enough for him to have access

The sight of you pulling your dress up sent a jolt of desire through him, his eyes roaming over you hungrily. His grip on your thighs tightened as he leaned in closer, his voice rough and low.

"You're so damn sexy, you know that?" He growled, his lips ghosting over yours. "But I can't resist that invitation. Get closer, baby."

I got closer, unbuckling his belt quickl,y urgently needing him

He watches as you unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. His breathing was getting heavier, the anticipation building between you. He leaned back a little, giving you space but keeping a tight grip on your thighs.

"You sure you want this now?" He asked, his voice gravelly and heated, even though he wanted you just as bad. he always asked for consent; it was always something he never stopped doing, even though you would trust him with his life

"Please..." I pleaded with him to continue, my hands were shaking from anticipation

Dex's last bit of restraint vanishes at the breathy plea in your voice. He pulls you closer, his hands moving to your hips as he looks into your eyes, a mix of desire and possessiveness in his gaze.

"Then come here," he growls, his voice laced with need and urgency.

He slips inside of me causing a loud moan escaping my lips "fuck dex!" I bury my face on his neck

He moans deeply as you take him in, the sound almost blending with yours. He curses under his breath at the feeling, holding you close. He buries his face into your hair, inhaling your intoxicating scent, his breathing heavy as he tries to steady himself.

"God, Y/N..." He groans, his voice strained with pleasure

My hips moved slowly at a pace where he was losing himself, and I was on the brink of breaking

He clenched his jaw as your slow, teasing pace sent waves of pleasure through him. The sound of his heavy breathing and the way his grip on your hips tightened told you he was holding back, trying to find his composure.

He groaned against your hair, his voice deep and gravelly. "Fuck, baby... Don't tease me like this."

"Sorry, you just feel soo good, Dex" My eyes rolled when his tip kissed my sweet spot. I was rarely on top. I always gave him control when it came to sex. I know he needed to have power; it helped his mind to see that he had it.

His eyes rolled back as you continued riding him, your actions driving him insane. His hands gripped your hips harder, he was clearly starting to lose control.

"Fuuuck," he groaned, the curse escaping through clenched teeth. "You have no idea how good you feel... how bad I want you." He fought to keep his hips still, trying to be patient, waiting for you to pick up the pace, but it was hard,d your body was shaking, your legs were weak.

I could feel he was about to snap and take over, but my body didn't allow me to go faster, my legs were shaking

His grip on your hips tightened even more, his hold on you almost bruising. The tension in him was palpable. He was fighting the urge to take control, to give in to his urges.

"Y/N... please," he gritted out, his voice strangled. "I can't take this slow torture anymore. I... need... you."

"I can't move my legs..." I try to tell him to take over, he felt so good so full inside you

The realisation dawns on him, his expression shifting from frustrated urgency to concern. He loosens his grip on your hips but doesn't let go altogether.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He asks, his voice still thick with desire, but now laced with worry. "Am I hurting you?"

"No.. No, you feel ...so good, baby," I kissed his lips

He looks at you, relief mixing with the persistent desire in his eyes. There's still a hint of concern on his face as he speaks.

"You sure?" He asks, his voice lower now. "I don't want to... hurt you."

"Please just take over... please", I beg

He swallows hard at your words, the urgency in them clearly hitting a nerve. The last remnants of his restraint seem to snap, replaced with raw need.

"Say no more," he growls, his voice a low, possessive command.

He quickly adjusts his hold on you, shifting his weight as he gathers you in his arms. In one fluid movement, he stands up, lifting you with him.

"Oh God, Dex!" I moan at the change of position causes him to enter me deeper

He grunts at the sensation, feeling you moan in his arms. He holds you tightly, one arm around your waist and the other beneath your thighs, supporting your weight.

"God, Y/N," he growls, his voice a mix of pleasure and a hint of growl as he hoists you up easily. "You feel so damn good..." He starts moving, each step bringing him and you closer to the bed in the small office that you both have now turned into your own secret sanctuary for these moments.

My hands find his dirty blonde hair, tugging hard using it as if it was a bed sheet

He groans at the tug on his hair, a combination of pleasure and a touch of pain mixing in his expression. It drives him wild to know you're as lost in this as he is.

"Y/N... baby..." He gasps your name, his voice rougher as he continues walking towards the bed. With every step, the urgency grows.

He lays you on the bed, the impact sending a jolt through you both. He stands there for a moment, looking at you, taking in the sight of you lying on the bed. The desire and hunger in his eyes are almost feral. He takes a deep breath, trying to hold onto some semblance of control.

My back hit the bed, his thrusts were merciless, my back arching hard against him, "Oh Dex!" I keep my eye contact with him, holding onto the bed frame for leverage

"you're so damn beautiful," he breaths, his voice thick with want. His grip on your thighs tightens; he looks like he's barely holding back.

"God.. dex I'm so close," my back arches harder against him

He hears the urgency in your voice, the signs that you're teetering on the edge. He clenches his jaw, a growl escaping.

"Fuck... I'm close too," he groans, "you feel so good, baby."

He shifts his grip, one hand holding you firmly, the other moving up to your chin, making sure you look him in the eyes as he speaks.

"Look at me." It was a command, not a suggestion

"Please come inside me", I beg him, tears building in my eyes from pleasure. His eyes darkened, filled both with heat and adoration at the sound of my plea. He clenches his jaw, the intensity in his eyes deepening.

"God... Y/N," he rasps, his voice rough with want. "You're driving me wild." He leans in closer, his grip getting tighter. "You want me to come inside you?" He growls, the words more gravelly, but there's also a touch of something more in the way he says it. He e=wanted you all of you and you gave it to him willingly,

"Yes.. please I want all of you-" I got interrupted by a moan

Your admission triggers something inside him. A primal growl erupts from his chest, the sound deep and animalistic. He leans closer, his body covering yours. His eyes lock with yours, the desire and hunger in them almost burning.

"God... you drive me crazy," he grunts between laboured breaths. "I... need..." He hesitates for a second, the words getting caught in his chest. Then, almost like a floodgate opening, he finally says it.

"You. I need you. All of you."

"Fuck baby- can i cum" his eyes not leaving mine for a second

He holds your gaze, the intensity in his eyes deepening as he hears your words. The tension and desire between you is almost tangibly thick. He leans in closer, holding himself steady.

"you want to cum." He asks, his voice a low growl. He knows exactly what you want, but he wants to hear it from your lips.

"Yes... Please," I beg, I look down to where we connect his length, leaving a bulge inside me. The sight made me go insane

He watches as you look down, his eyes following yours. The sight of him inside you clearly drives him further over the edge. He takes in a shuddering breath, trying to hold onto the last bit of self-control he has.

"God, Y/N," he groans, his voice rough and trembling. "You... you drive me wild." He locks eyes with you again, the intensity in his gaze deepening. "Look at me," he says again, the command in his voice almost a growl. "Look at me."

I look at him watching his walls crumble, I almost scream, my back arching violently as my orgasm explodes.

He watches as you come undone, his grip on you tightening. The sound of your scream mixed with the sight of your body writhing with pleasure is almost too much for him. His eyes are fixed on yours, and as you manage to say those three words, something shifts in him.

"Y/N..." He gasps your name, the emotions evident in his voice. It's like the moment of pleasure and emotion combine, and he can't hold back any longer. He lets out a deep growl-like sound as he cums, his grip on you almost bordering on bruising. As he does, his arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close, almost desperately. His face nuzzles into the side of his neck, needing you close as much to him

"Oh God..." I exhale, feeling his warm cum inside me

He holds you close, the intensity of the moment still hanging in the air. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, taking deep, trembling breaths as he tries to catch his breath. There's a mix of exhaustion and a sense of intimacy in the way he clings to you, like you're the only thing anchoring him to reality. For a few moments, there's just the sound of both of your heavy breathing filling the room, the silence of the office broken only by the occasional soft noise of skin against skin or a low murmur from either of you.

"You have ruined me for anyone else, Dex..." I sigh, shaking my head at the thought of being with someone else, his face always comes in the picture invading it.

He pulls back slightly, his breathing still heavy but starting to calm. He looks at you, the intensity in his eyes still present but now layered with something softer, deeper.

"Y/N..." He begins, his voice a little gravelly. "You're not the only one who feels that way."

There's a vulnerability in his gaze, a rawness in his voice, that hadn't been there before. He holds your gaze, his arms still around you.

"You've got me too, completely."

Tears swell in my eyes. He never expressed that much emotion before I never pressured him. I almost slipped, I love you, during my orgasm. I didn't want him to get scared and leave me when things got serious.

He notices the tears in your eyes, and his expression immediately shifts from the intensity of the moment to concern and empathy. He brings a hand up to gently brush away a tear with his thumb.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He asks, his voice softer now. He tightens his arm around you, pulling you a little closer, as if trying to comfort you. "You okay?"

"Im okay. I'm just so happy." I kissed his cheeks

He blinks in surprise at your words, his eyes widening slightly. He pulls back a little to look into your eyes, trying to understand the depth of your happiness. It's a new feeling for him, being the source of someone's happiness to this extent.

"Me?" He asks, his voice a little hoarser than usual. "You're... happy because of me?" He still can't quite believe it, yet he can't hide the hint of hopefulness and uncertainty in his eyes.

I nodded, tears falling down my face.. I wanted to speak and tell him that I loved him I stayed quiet. I wanted him to say it first.

He doesn't try to stop the tears, instead using his thumb to gently wipe them away. His expression is a mix of surprise and something else. Not quite happiness, not quite disbelief, but a kind of wonder at the thought of someone being this happy because of him.

"I... I don't know what to say... Nobody's ever..." He trails off, struggling to express what he's feeling.

The silence lingers for a moment as he seems to struggle with his emotions. Then he takes a deep breath, and the words come out a little hesitantly but earnestly.

"You know... nobody's ever made me feel... like this. Ever. Around you... things are.." He struggles to find the words again, but his eyes never leave yours.

"Simple?" I chime in.

He nods slowly, his eyes still locked on yours.

"Yeah... simpler." He pauses, his expression still somewhat guarded, as if he's not quite used to expressing vulnerability. "I don't have to think too much. Don't have to try to figure things out. When I'm with you... It just doesn't feel so... complicated."

"This is how I feel, too"

He lets out a sigh of relief at your words, like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. His grip on you eases a little, his body relaxing as he listens.

"You... You do?" He asks, sounding almost astonished.

"Yes, you make me feel safe, like if the world fell apart tomorrow, it will be okay because you're next to me", I say, tracing on his chest.

He stares at you, his eyes wide and vulnerable. He takes in your words, the implication, the honesty in your voice. For a moment, he just looks at you, trying to process what this means, what it means to him.

"Y/N..." He says your name softly, almost whispering it. He still has that expression of slight disbelief, like he can't quite believe what he's hearing but wants so desperately to trust it.

"I just know it that everything will be okay with you"

He looks at you for another long moment, still feeling the weight of your words. Then, very slowly, a smile starts to spread across his face. It starts in his eyes, a twinkling warmth that spreads out over his cheeks. It's a look of happiness, but also something else... relief, maybe. It's a rare look on him, this unguarded, genuine smile.

"I... I'm starting to believe it," he whispers, his voice raspy with emotion.

"I will never lie to you, my Dex" I brush my fingers through his hair

The term my Dex doesn't go unnoticed by him. It's a small thing, but it feels significant.

He leans into your touch, closing his eyes briefly as you brush your fingers through his hair. Your words seem to reassure him, and something about the way you say them - MY Dex - makes him feel... owned? Not in a bad way, though. Protected, cherished even.

He lets out a soft breath, opening his eyes again to look at you. His expression is softer now, still there's something in his eyes that wasn't there before. Gratitude, maybe.

"You... You really mean that, Ivy? You won't lie to me?" He asks, his voice lower, more serious.

"On my life" If my eyes could talk, they would be filled with hearts

He holds your gaze, searching your eyes for any hint of insincerity. He finds nothing but honesty and... something else. Something that makes his chest tighten and his breath catch.

He doesn't say anything for a moment, just looking at you, his expression a mix of awe and... is that hope?

"Y/N... I..."

The words catch in his throat, like he wants to say something but can't quite get it out. He hesitates for a moment, then takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage.

"I want to... I need to tell you something," he says, his voice still quiet but more intense.

"What is it?" I said softly

He takes another deep breath, holding your gaze. It's clear he's struggling with how to say whatever it is he wants to say. But he's made up his mind.

"Y/N... I..."

He stops suddenly, looking away from you for the moment, as if gathering strength from somewhere. His hands tighten on your arms, not enough to hurt, but enough to show the tension in him.

"I..." He starts again, still struggling but determined.

"It's okay, you can tell me anything" I pull his face towards me. I grow nervous at his sudden urgency

He lets you pull his face towards you, looking into your eyes. The intensity and vulnerability in his own are clear.

"y/n..." He says your name breathlessly, his voice barely a whisper. "I need to tell you... that..."

"Please, Dex... just tell me", I grow worried

He takes a long, steadying breath, then looks you straight in the eyes. His hands still on your arms, his fingers slightly flexing, nervous but determined.

"y/n... I... I love you." He gets the words out, his voice trembling. The words hang in the air for a moment, the intensity of them echoing through the silence of the room.

My ears are ringing. Did I hear him right? Am I tweaking?

dex never was good with emotions, but this is a break through His defence was down; he always had his guard up.

"Dex -I... I love you, too."

A rush of emotions washes over him as you say the words back to him. He looks back at you, his eyes still filled with vulnerability but also a newfound strength.

"y/n... you..." He begins, still trying to wrap his mind around it. "You do? You really..." His voice cracks a little, but he pushes through. "You love me too?"

"I'd marry you right now if you asked" I kissed his lips, but I was shocked by my reaction. Oh my god, I probably freaked him out

He stiffens at your words, his eyes widening. He hadn't expected that, but the idea doesn't seem to repulse him. Quite the opposite. He looks at you for a moment, gauging your seriousness, then he takes a deep breath, his grip on your arms tightening a little.

"You... You'd do that? Really?" He asks, his voice hoarse with emotion.

I was scared he would freak out when I said that, but his reaction was calm: "Yes, I'd never lie to you"

He releases his hold on your arms and takes your hands instead, holding them tightly, his fingers intertwining with yours.

"I... I never knew." He says the words softly, his eyes still locked on yours. "I never even thought... that someone like you..."

He trails off, unable to find the words. But he doesn't need to. The emotion in his eyes, the way he's holding onto you, it says it all.

"Would what?" I was a bit confused

He squeezes your hands, his eyes searching yours. The intensity of his gaze intensifies.

"I never thought someone like you could... could love me." He says it like it's still hard to believe, like he can't quite make sense of it. He studies your face, as if trying to find the answer there. "Why?" He asks quietly. "Why do you love me?"

"Who wouldn't love you? You're so sweet and protective Yes, you find a hard time express how you feel, but no one told you what was right or wrong. you did stalk me for a year before you asked me out but you just never knew how to approach me I'll be honest I freaked out when you mentioned those things on our date but when I heard you out I understood, you used see everything in grey, but now it's starting to get black and white" I explained Dex hald stalked me before we started dating I don't know what it was but I started to fall for him he paid attention to me he listened to me I got someone to share my life with my parents haven't been kind to me growing up my mom had died when I was born she died at birth and he blamed for it now he wanted me to introduce dex to his wife and act as if he didn't spend my entire childhood blaming me and hating me. Dex doesn't know why I hate my parents. My step mom only cared for her kids, never treated them well, gave me her kids' scraps and called it a day.

Your words seem to hit him hard. It's as if you've seen right through him, right into the heart of who he really is, in a way no one else has. He looks at you, his eyes filled with emotions he can't put into words.

"You see me." He says, his voice quiet, reverent almost. "No one else has... no one." Disbelief ran through his face.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this, people not understanding you" I brush his hair

He shakes his head, still holding your hands. His eyes are still locked on yours.

"No, don't... Don't be. You are the first person who understands. That's... That's a first for me." A rare soft smile touches his lips.

"Me too, Dex."

He looks at you for a moment, something unspoken passing between you. Then he pulls your hands, pulling you closer to him. He still holds on tightly, as if he doesn't want to let go.

"I... I never thought I'd have this." He whispers, his voice still trembling. "Someone... Someone to love me... someone who understands me." He blinks, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to fall. "I don't deserve it..."

"Why do you always think that Dex is like 1 step forward and 2 steps back? I love you, don't you see it, I'm out of my mind in love with you." I said, frustrated, getting up from the bed, oh my god, why did I snap?

He blinks, startled by your sudden outburst. He lets go of your hands, giving you space. He can see the frustration and the love in your eyes, and it cuts through his self doubt.

"I do see it. I've just... never had anyone feel that way for me before. It's..." He seems at a loss for words. "It's huge. And I-" He hesitates, still finding it hard to articulate his feelings. "I don't-- I don't want to screw it up."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have raised my voice. I'm so sorry- it's just-" run my hand through my hair when he doubts himself about us, it triggers me, I love him, I'd kill for him Why can't he see it.

He reaches out for you, gently touching your arm. His eyes are gentler now, understanding.

"Hey... It's okay. You don't have to apologise." He says quietly. "I... I get it. You're frustrated. Frustrated that I don't get it. That I can't see what you see in me." He takes a deep breath. "But I... I want to understand. I'm twisted, Y/N, in my head, there is a war trying to understand all my answers end in violence, but you, it is different, like I want to kill anyone who comes near you that isn't me. I feel empathy for you, only you," he explains he just wants to understand...

I sigh, letting out a shaking breath "My mom died giving birth to me." I start to explain my side of why I understand him,

He watches you, listening intently but also with compassion. He can see that opening up about this is difficult for you, and he feels honoured that you've chosen to share it with him.

"My father always said that its my fault that I killed her it always been like that endless cycle of him blaming me, when I was 4 he got remarried a woman who has 2 kids and she did really care that I existed because I didn't exist to my father, they would leave me with the neighbours when they went on vacation never had brand new cloths they were hand me down from my step sister when ever I messed up he used to- hit me- weather it was over spilled milk or I fought with my step sisters it didn't matter it was my fault..." hold back tears.

His eyes widen with shock and horror at what you're telling him. He grips your arm, a mix of anger and sympathy in his grip. He wants to say something, to interrupt, but he feels like he should listen, let you get it all out before responding. His grip was gentle, his fingers tracing soft circles on your skin.

"I-I -" I try to catch my breath.

He waits, giving you time to take a deep breath. His eyes never leave yours, his grip on your arm a mix of comfort and grounding. He wants to say something, wants to assure you that he would never hurt you, that he can see the parallels between your stories, but he can't find the words. Instead, he just squeezes your arm lightly, a silent gesture of support.

"With you, I feel connected like you understand me without telling you anything, and I just get nervous when you doubt what I say, to what if you grow to hate me like my father,what I'm I supposed to do then?" I try my best to explain my feelings. Dex has psychotic tendencies; he is bipolar, and his mind might just tell him to hate me.

He listens, his eyes staying locked on yours. He can hear the vulnerability in your voice, the fear and the longing. He takes a breath, gathering his thoughts. He wants to reassure you, to tell you that he won't ever hate you, but he's learning his words can sometimes fail him. So he squeezes your arm again, a silent promise, a gesture of understanding. He keeps his voice even but firm, the love and worry for you evident in his eyes.

"You don't have to do anything. Just... trust me. I'm not going anywhere."

"But you're going to eventually hate me, you don't want to be with someone who killed their mom" I break into a sob

His grip on your arm tightens, not painful, but holding you, keeping you anchored. He speaks, his voice firmer, almost stern, not because he's scolding you but because he wants you to hear and understand.

"Look at me." He commands, but his voice is gentle. When you look up at him, his eyes meet yours, holding your gaze. "You didn't kill your mom. You didn't do anything. It wasn't your fault." He says each word with fierce conviction.

"I did. She died because of me!"

He shakes his head, adamant.

"No. You didn't. It wasn't your fault. Your mom... she probably had complications. Medical issues. It had nothing to do with you." He speaks firmly, his voice a mix of reassurance and certainty. "You shouldn't feel guilty for being born. You shouldn't hold onto that guilt forever. You should celebrate your life. You hear me?" His grip on your arm is firm again, almost as if he's trying to will the words into you.

"I fucking hate him dex I hate so much he told me no one would ever love me because im a killer i spent 25 years alone because i believed him"

He clenches his jaw, anger building in him at the thought of someone speaking to you like that, someone making you feel unworthy of love. He wanted to kill him make it slow and painful, make him beg to put him out of his misery.

"He was wrong," he says adamantly. "He was wrong and cruel. You're... you're a wonderful person. You deserve to be loved. Loved deeply. I love you, I never said that before to anyone, but it's you and me against the world, and I'll kill anyone who tries to get in our way" He emphasises the last word, his voice getting a little emotional. he wasn't joking about the killing part I knew that and I was weirdly fine with it.

I did not know what to say, but I kissed him It wasn't sexual, it was love, compassionate.

He pulls away just enough to look at you, surprise and a hint of vulnerability crossing his face.

He looks at you for a long moment, like he's trying to take it all in, all the feelings, the truth. Finally, a slow smile spreads across his face. It's a rare smile, one that lights up his eyes, softens his features. He pulls you closer, holding you in a tight hug.

"Thank you," he whispers against your hair. "Thank you for loving me."

"Stop it you will make me cry again" I look away from him

He chuckles softly at your words, pulling back just far enough to look at you. His expression is softer now, softer than you've ever seen.

"Good tears, or bad tears?" He asks, still holding onto you.

"Definitely good" i keep my face in my hand.

He smiles again, the rarity of it making it feel even more special somehow.

"Good," he says, still holding you close but able to look you in the eyes now. He looks at you, not just seeing you, but really seeing you. In a quiet, sincere voice, He hesitates, grappling with the weight of what he's about to say, the vulnerability in it. "I..I'm so glad we met."

"God, Dex you just want me to cry?" his words filled my heart with something I couldn't explain

He laughs softly, still holding you, still feeling a little raw from the emotion.

"Sorry," he says, still smiling. "Guess I'm not used to being with someone who actually...?" He trails off, struggling to find the right word.

"Appreciates me?" He says, offering a small shrug. "Likes me? Loves me?" He says the last two words a little quieter, a little more tentatively. It's not something he's used to saying out loud, not something he's had much experience with.

I wipe my tears away, taking a look at him "I'm so glad you asked me out and didn't just stalk me from afar" I smile and kiss him hand

He watches you, the gesture touching him. It's so simple, but it conveys so much.

"You're sweet," he whispers, gazing at you.

"Agent Pointdexter are you flirting with me?" I said acting shocked

He chuckles, a boyish grin spreading across his face.

"Me? Flirt?" He asks, acting innocent. "I wouldn't ever." He looks at you with mock seriousness. "That would be highly unprofessional."

"Is that so?" I raise my brows

He nods, maintaining a serious face.

"Very." He says it with solemnity, a hint of humor in his eyes. "Completely out of line."

"I'm gonna have to write a formal complaint"

We ended up making dinner at home and ditching calls from my family. I think they got the hint.

#daredevil fanfic #daredevil smut #daredevil x female reader #benjamin pointdexter #wilson bethel #charlie cox #daredevil born again #Benjamin pointdexter sumt #bullseye smut #bullseye #bullseye fanfic #matt murderdock #frank castle

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lokisivy · 3 months ago

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I NEED DEX FICS LIKE I NEED AIR TO BREATHEEEEEEE

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lokisivy · 3 months ago

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not to be horny but the "oh sweetheart" made me feel things. he's so mean. I want him in my bed.

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lokisivy · 5 months ago

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wildflower- Bucky Barnes

I've been feeling down recently and my bucky phase is reserfuring so I was like let me write a fluf about him I feel like Bucky would comfort someone pretty well.

warnings: female reader, fluff, crying? body dysphoria bucky is a sweetheart Honestly don't know how to do this.

Life hasn't gone well recently you've been trying to ignore these little things that bother you but these little things start to build up putting you on the brink of exploding. it begins with imaging an outfit in your head and it doesn't look as good as you thought it would be your thoughts start to say you should eat less when you and your friends are sitting down catching up they absolutely ignore your comments or acknowledge you. Someone made fun of the way you speak.

these things usually never bother you but these happen so frequently it was starting to bother you like how you never had a boyfriend you thought maybe it was cause you don't interact with people as much but then a male friend said that you were so ugly no one would even date out of petty as a joke but it stung even though it was a "joke" it still hurts. you knew you didn't live up to the beauty standards these days but you looked good enough for someone to like you right? you thought lying down in your room on the brink of having a breakdown you tried to ignore it and scroll through social media but nothing was gonna stop your emotions exploding.

That was when the lump in your throat rose up the shaky wave of sadness crawled to you making your tears slip. it got worse when you sobbed you tried to keep quiet you dreaded anyone entering your room and seeing you cry. this feeling was gonna end when you cried it out.

Bucky hesated trying to knock on your door he had heard you from his room he was trying to sleep but your sobs felt like he was getting stabbed in his heart. He knew you like to keep your emotions to yourself, but he couldn't shake the feeling off.

"Doll are you alright?" he knocked on your door lightly.

"yeah, I'm okay" You stop crying wiping your tears. He opens the door slowly giving you time to get up from bed.

"is everything alright?" you ask him as if you weren't just having a breakdown.

"yeah I'm fine," he says wiping a tear stain from your face. "Are you though?" he holds your face gently tucking your hair to see your face better.

"Tell me Doll what is bothering you who do I have to kill?" he jokes

"I don't know I just feel like nothing is going right-" a sob choked out your throat causing him to hold to his chest while you cried it.

"I look ugly in all my clothes no one ever listens to me I'm just a shadow just a shade behind someone." your cries got louder Bucky was devastated to hear these words coming out from you he thought you had taken every breath away when you walked in a room.

"Y/N you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, you light up every room you walk in," he said petting your head

"People sometimes are dumb and shallow but I bet if they got to really know you like I do they would do anything just to be by your side to breathe the same air you do." your cries stopped you hugged Bucky tighter inhaling his woodsy scent.

"Thank you" you whispered "Doll I'd give you my arm if you asked." he was trying to cheer you up but he had meant every word you said. you pull your head out of his chest. your eyes locking with his you kissed him on his cheeks. he said fuck it to himself and kissed your lips whats the worst that could happen.

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lokisivy · 5 months ago

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FUCK ME BRO 🫦🫦🫦

Man in the Mirror

Kinktober Day 19: Voyeurism

Tags: Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant, afab!fem!reader, consensual voyeurism, unprotected piv (pls wrap it in real life omg), dirty talk, slight degradation, Steven watches Marc fuck you through a mirror idk what to tell you (w/c: 1K)

A/N: Back with the boys because I love them and I cannot help myself okay!!! And this is consensual, even though Steven doesn't exactly know it at the beginning, he just thinks he's being a perv. But in my fics, everyone is a perv alright! (this month I have been using these prompts from flightlessangelwings!)

Steven knows it’s wrong, God, it’s fucking wrong, but it’s like he can’t stop himself.

There’s something about the way Marc fucks you, the way you scrabble at the bedsheets when the shoves you into a lewd arch, his hand pressing into your back. The way you moan for it, heaving breaths into your lungs. It’s the way Marc talks to you through it, talking to you like you’re the filthy one, like you’re the one who’s desperate for it, even though Steven knows it’s both of you.

“God damn, baby,” Marc snarls, fucking into you hard enough that tears are starting to leak down your cheeks. “You’re fucking sucking me in, sweetheart. Feels good, huh? Getting fucked like you need?”

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you gasp through the moans he forces out of your mouth with every thrust. “It’s so fucking good, Marc, you’re so fucking deep.”

Steven should stop, right now. Go hide in the headspace, go to sleep and let you both have some privacy. Fuck, he's as naked as Marc is right now, he should feel exposed, have some god damn decency. But it’s like he’s stuck in place, staring in through the mirror as Marc rips you apart in ways he’s never dreamed to. It’s fucking addicting to watch the way your eyes roll back, the way your ass smacks back against Marc every time he shoves himself in, in, in. He reaches down to his bare cock and squeezes, unable to help it.

You’d only put this mirror up a week ago, and he hadn't even thought about the positioning of it. It’s placed on the wall right across from the foot of your bed, and fuck, he can see everything. He hadn’t noticed, hadn’t thought about this view when he had helped you set it straight, Marc coming into view in the reflection and smirking at Steven like he knew something he didn’t. Steven had brushed it off.

He shouldn’t have fucking brushed it off.

Because he’s sure, almost fucking positive, that Marc had somehow known. He’d known that Steven would watch, just like this, how Marc takes care of their girl. How he destroys you in ways that Steven can’t even think up on his own. It’s a special kind of torture, seeing you like this and not feeling it, not feeling you.

Marc’s thrusts are brutal, violent like the man himself. He treats you with so much care normally, Steven has seen it, but this isn’t gentle in the least. And you love it, crying out and drooling onto your sheets as Marc rips you to pieces, pulling you back onto his cock with thick fingers digging hard into your hips. He’s not sure how long he’s been watching intently, unable to tear his gaze away, when he sees Marc’s head snap up.

Looking right fucking at him.

Steven should go, disappear from the consciousness entirely, but it’s like he’s glued to the spot, his gaze locked with Marc’s. Marc’s thrusts don’t stutter, don’t stop, and you’re blissfully unaware as Marc watches Steven watch you.

Until Marc grins like the bastard he is, and leans down to mutter, just loud enough for Steven to hear, “Guess who’s here, gorgeous?”

“Wh-what?” you gasp through Marc’s unrelenting thrusts.

“He’s watching, baby,” Marc smiles, glancing up at Steven. “Just like you wanted.”

You wanted- you wanted? Steven’s breath catches in his throat, he’s pretty sure his heart stops fucking beating.

“Steven,” you moan like it’s been punched out of you. “Steven’s here.”

“He’s watchin’ in that mirror you put up, sweetheart,” Marc says, “Watching me fuck you.” Steven is flushed beet-red, he knows it, but still, he watches. “Look at him, baby,” Marc growls, “Fucking look at him.”

Marc reaches up and curls a fist into your hair, tugging your head up to look straight into the mirror, straight at Steven. And God, you’re beautiful, tears falling down your face, your lips plump from the way you’ve been biting at them. You can’t see him, Steven knows that, but you look anyway, like you really can.

“She wanted this,” Marc snarls, and you clench your eyes shut, like you want to hide from Steven’s gaze. “She put that mirror up, hoping you’d watch like this. Wanted me to watch you both too, Steven.” You whine, and Marc’s thrusts seem to get even harder. “Our baby’s a little slut, just wants someone to watch her get fucked, isn’t that right, honey?”

“Your-” you gasp, staring into the mirror, like you’re talking to Steven, too. “Your slut, fuck, just yours.”

Marc fucking growls, his hips driving his cock into you. Steven can hear the way your pussy squishes around him, so wet you’re dripping down onto the sheets beneath you. Your body is covered in sweat, glinting in the light, practically glowing.

“Gonna let him fuck you after this, baby?” Marc grits, “Fucking whore for this cock, can’t get enough.” You slur a stream of yesyesyesyes as Marc reaches beneath you to start rubbing furiously at your clit, and you tremble beneath him.

“C’mon, gorgeous, cum for me.” Marc glances up at Steven. “Cum for both of us.”

Your eyes go wide, your mouth gaping open around a silent scream as you gush down Marc’s cock, body shaking as Marc fucks you through it, letting out a strangled groan of his own. Steven is hard as a fucking rock, straining against his stomach, begging for your touch. He watches as Marc thrusts deep and stills, his eyelids fluttering as he pumps you full of his cum.

You slump into the sheets, and Marc slides out of you, leaning down to kiss down your spine, muttering little praises of “such a good girl,” and “took it so well, looked so pretty,” into your skin. You roll onto your back, tugging Marc down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. Marc smiles against your mouth, and Steven feels that familiar pull to the front.

He shuts his eyes, and when he blinks them open again, you’re smiling up at him, reaching up to brush a reverent hand across his jaw.

“Enjoyed the show?” you whisper, and Steven can’t help the way he grins, the way his heart flutters.

“More than you know, darling,” he mutters, and leans to lick into your mouth. “Got to give Marc a show now, yeah?”

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lokisivy · 7 months ago

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THIS IS THE BEST WRITER TO EXIST 🙏🙏🙏

Drunk In Love

eddie brock x younger!reader

summary: you like your job as bartender. lies, sometimes. the despise only comes when shit passes, that said shit being customers who can't take a no. your boyfriend decides to take the matter into his hands, or better said, tentacles...

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (ofc), a bit of angst, smut, rough sex??, exhibition kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering, jealous!eddie puts on a show, venom's tongue slurping ur clit like a caprisun, reader gets harrased (is this like a norm for my eddie fics??? lmao)

word count: 3,884 words

side note: this lil' baby is based on this request. that being said, my reqs are still open! keep the suggestions up i say 🗣🔥🔥especially those with classic tropes, cause i'm a deep sucker for them jealousy fics fr most when they get possesive lolz this is me placing my input here *smoothly slides card to the front of the table* ENJOY

If you were to ask your 9 year old self what she wanted to be, she'd tell you an actress. Never a bartender, and most certainly, never the girlfriend of an alien symbiote.

Turns out, life has more on storage of what you expected, certainly. Things haven't gone in the way your kid brain had planned, and going back to the bartender thing, it's one of those things that hasn't been the way you wanted it.

And it isn't the job, really. Over the years, you've grown fond of the drinks you know like the palm of your hand and the scene that occurs behind the bar. Besides, it pays the bills, and there's something comforting in witnessing night engulf the sky, just for the sun to rise again as you're back on your apartment. You're an owl, which really is just how Eddie, your boyfriend, likes to call you with affection.

What hasn't changed and still bothers you after all this years is the people.

It's not like you're an introvert, but crowds aren't really your thing, which is quite the contradiction given the job. The problem lies not on your frequent customers or those who come looking for a good time, but on those who don't know how to take "no" as an answer: most recently, this guy, who won't leave no matter how many times you've told and showed him already.

And it's the wost kind: they don't bother for the drinks, rather the person serving them; and he's been at it for hours, not taking the hint from the one-sided conversation he's been having all this time.

"Hey" the customer speaks again, your back facing him. "So, I want something" he makes a little pause, "but it's not on the menu"

You use a little more force than necessary while cleaning the glass you're holding, "tell me what you want and I'll see what I can do"

He chuckles, and when you finally face him, he seems pleased.

"I want you"

"Too bad" you turn around again, "can't help you then".

"Playing hard to get, I see" you'd think after at least two hours being ignored, he would stop, but he only seems to still not get the cue. "It's fine, I like it this way"

You decide not to add anything, focusing on this drinks for table #2, but he keeps adding comments that drip in annoying drops until your glass of patience overflows.

"C'mon, sugar" he nudges playfully, "spare me a glance, would ya'?"

You scoff, resting your arms on the bar. "If I give you a free drink, would you let me do my job?"

Clearly a mistake, as his hands travel to touch your skin, making it prickle like it burns.

"Still don't get it? The only thing I want is you"

Eddie wanted to surprise you. After some time dating you, he thinks he deserves some credit on to how much he truly knows you; you'd argue he knows you even more than you know yourself.

He knows your small quirks, like the small frown in your lips when you feel sad. He also knows by heart your breathy shrugs, the intricacy of your blinking, the flinch you often do because you get easily scared, and also, how much you hate tuesdays, which is why he's here. Whenever he's free, he drops by, trying to make your night shift a little less difficult. You'd never voiced it out, but he sees it in the way your eyes sparkle when you catch him in the crowd, coming your way, or in the efforts he makes to keep you entertained, your lips curving up in a beautiful smile.

"We are going to see y/n!" chirps Venom in his head, and Eddie can't help but feel a little off at his amount of excitement. "Oh, don't be jealous, Eddie. She sees me as a pet! Still, I like her" he says as Eddie gets inside.

The immediate smell of the alcohol stench place hits him, making him nauseous.

"I hate this place!" Venom agrees, "we should all escape!"

"And get y/n in trouble?" He scoffs, speaking over the music. People don't hear him as he walks by, which helps, since it looks like he's speaking to himself. "Sorry, but I won't be the reason she's gonna loose this job"

"Pussy! You're no fun"

Eddie ignores him as he walks towards you. It isn't until he's almost there, that he notices you're not alone.

"Who's that?" Venom asks.

"I have no idea, buddy" he then notices the proximity, his skin immediately on fire. Not like he's a jealous guy, but never say never.

"He's close to her!" Venom shouts. No shit, thinks Eddie. "We should eat him!"

"He isn't touching her" he butts. Yet, pops the grimy thought up. "Besides, is eating people all you ever think about?" he whisper shouts.

"Yes!" Venom doesn't seem not even a bit embarrassed, "especially bad guys. Like that one"

Eddie is reasonable, he thinks. Feelings like jealousy or possesiveness aren't on his book, yet, seeing the man that doesn't leave you alone, something ugly inside of him burns.

"You judge me, but I know you want the same" he's inciting Eddie, who is angrier than ever. But he doesn't cave in, counts to ten, and breathes in and out, even if he has sped up his walking.

I'm rational. I'm rational. I'm rational.

"Liar" Venom whispers. "You want to kill him"

"Not yet" he can't let his feelings get the best of him, "I can't put y/n in danger so you get some brains. If we do a mess like the ones in Mrs. Chen's store, she'll be fired"

He's being the bigger person here. Eddie just wants you to feel proud of who he is (the lethal protector), and not like you're dating a man child. It happened once (Anne being dissapointed in him, which is worse), and he's not willing to let it happen again. So he'll be polite and politely shove him out of your sight.

At least that's what he thinks until the guy touches you.

"The fuck-"

"Now we're talking!" Venom senses the anger radiating from Eddie, and decides to fire him up, "let's get his brains!"

You're so deep in your shit you don't notice when Eddie walks towards you, his perfume invading your nostrils. In a way, it brings a bit of comfort to your situation.

"Excuse me" his gravely voice goes. Fuck, how you love the sound; you can even feel the nerves going down. It's not like you're a helpless damsel in distress, but sometimes, even if you hate it, a man is needed. Eddie is very much needed now.

"Yes?" the man turns around, and he swears he's screaming when he notices the man is still touching you.

"I'd appreciate if you did me a favor, you see, it's very simple" his tone dripping in venom (hehe), "get your hands off her. Now"

It's stupid, really, how your panties twist at the demading tone, waves of possesivenss radiating off him, considering the situation you're in.

"Why? Are you her guard or something?" he challenges.

"Boyfriend" he spats out.

That would've been enough: at least for a normal person. But some have proven to have worms for brains, like him. Because, even when you've expressed your clear discomfort and Eddie is there, the man doesn't seem the slightlest intimidated, not backing off, by not even a centimeter. All this is very stupid really, and it's testing your patience like it never has in almost three decades alive.

"Yeah?" he stoods up to Eddie, and he's even slightly taller. But Eddie and his strong arms don't back off.

"Yeah" he challenges. God, how you hate men.

"Please, don't make a mess" you beg to no one in particular, because Eddie may be a rational man, but today, all in his eyes are a fury you'd never seen before.

"For your own good, I'm giving you a chance to back off" he threats.

"And what are you gonna do?" he bumps against Eddie's smaller yet built frame, "can't do much, can you?"

The music is on, but it's like it's stopped. All the people have started to stare, and you just want earth to swallow you. The initial wave of arousal is starting to wash away, making you wonder if it's all Eddie's macho ways, Venom or both.

"Eddie, don't" you warn, but it's over: the distraction of your voice makes Eddie turn, and the guy's fist slams across his face, all the regret leaving Eddie's face.

"It's on" he says in a distorted voice.

And it's off for you.

Venom takes over Eddie, the black engulfing his body. People around gasp, and a few do recognize the so-called lethal protector of San Francisco.

"I said" now he towers over him, by various centimeters "...back off"

Punches get thrown, and if you thought he'd cower in fear, the guys tries to fight him off. Some people leave amidst the chaos, and others stay to watch it. How can you take control? Not only is he causing a show, but so is Venom, all rational thoughts flying out of the window.

"Eddie!" you plead, "stop it!"

Your voice falls deaf on his ear. Why doesn't he stop? Eddie thinks he should be scared by now, but he's still fighting. Isn't he scary enough? Isn't he strong enough? Why is he still fighting? He can't loose this fight. No, Venom can't loose this fight.

"You'll pay, scum" he growls, "nobody messes with my girl"

Oh, alright. He got you there; that was kinda hot.

When you get back to your senses, the guy is on the floor, his nose bleeding.

"Eddie, that's enough!" but he ignores you, "Venom!" you try again. Nothing, just alien and guy fighting.

"Have you still learned nothing?"

"Wait!" he shouts, terrified. Nothing like the guy from before, who couldn't take a no, "I'll stop!"

"Good" Venom growls threatening. "I hope you've learned your lesson, asshole" now on Eddie's voice.

The guy scurries away, cowering in fear.

"Alright" you clap your hands, "showtime is over"

You've had enough for today. Really, your hate for tuesdays is justified: an asshole who wouldn't leave you alone, and your boyfriend and his alien pet (derogatory; hey, you're mad!) ruining your day by trying to save it.

"Hey" Eddie's soft voice sounds from behind, "are you okay?"

You laugh, bitterly. "Oh, I don't know. Let's see: a guy harrased me and my boyfriend just fucked up my only income"

His face falls, and you feel a bit bad, yet you can't help it: your nerves are on edge, and your boss not only happens to know you but Eddie too, given all his visits. That means, he sees the cameras and goodbye to your ass, no matter how much you tried to stop it.

This job helps you pay college and your bills. You're fucked: these men's mess will drag you along. Your boss is strict, and the bar reputation will go first: it's a bar, not a brawl. You already hear their stern voice, scolding you (worse) for shit you didn't do.

You start walking away, back to your spot behind the bar. You sigh, deeply: maybe it's the last time you'll ever be there.

"Wait, y/n!" Eddie calls back. The music is going strong and the crowd has long gone, but you know there are still eyes on you. All you want is to curl in bed and cry: you're sad, mad, tired and horny. The week's just getting started: it's not fair.

"What?"

He's taken back by your dry tone; you've never been like this with him. He remembers Anne and their break up, his stomach churning in fear. "Have we fucked up?" asks Venom, but Eddie is too afraid to ask.

"I was trying to help" his voice comes out small, helpless. Funny considering who he is: alien-human symbiote and fearless reporter.

"What does help mean to you? Playing superhero?" you spit. "You'll get me in trouble, Eddie. This job is all I have, yet you seemed to care more about putting a show than me"

"It's not like that!" he argues back, "I was trying to protect you!"

"I know!" you shout, some heads turning around. "I know" you repeat, this time lower, "it's just hard to tell when it's about me, and when it was about you" you confess. Eddie feels bad when he sees your teary eyes, "I don't want you to think I'm angry that you helped me: that guy was scary, and I needed help. I'm just... it's a lot, you know? I thank you for saving me, but I can't thank you for letting your ego take the best of you" you let out a shaky breath. "I want you to know that there are consequences, Eddie, and what started as a noble act ended up hurting me too. Almost like you forgot why you did it in the first place. It was about helping me: for me- Not to, I don't know, prove something..."

He understands, knowing his emotions got the best of him.

"I'm sorry" he rests against the bar, "I know I lost control; you're right. I wanted to help you, talking my way out, like I always do. But then he touched you, and I-, I froze. I hated seeing him touching you, and some jealousy got me there too..." he's ashamed to confess but does anyway, "I don't know... I kinda did also feel a bit... bruised" you're confused, an eyebrow quirking. "Alright, fine. You want me to say it? I will! I felt dumb, you know? That a douchebag like that didn't feel intimidated by me: not first, not second. I didn't know if it was me, that I lost my... well, abilities? My charm? I don't know how to explain it, but that guy was getting on my nerves. It's like-"

"Like he's stupid, Eddie. He's a hard headed idiot who kept fighting an alien symbiote for no reason: despite the disadvantage, despite people watching him loose" you reason, "you can't find logic on something without it. I've already made my peace with it"

"Maybe he was drunk" he ponder, "or high..."

"Or just dumb" you breathe. "You know? Let's stop. I want to enjoy my last day here, definitely not talking about the guy who was harrasing me minutes ago, and also, is the reason I'll loose this job"

"Alright, I'll shut up" Eddie gives up, then "I'm sorry, by the way"

You give up too, "it's okay"

"She won't leave us for this?" Venom asks. Eddie tells you and you laugh. "No, but it's your first strike"

There's some silence, the quiet sipping and chatting of the people sitting close to you, the music now a background white noise for the chaos of your mind and feelings.

"I'm still mad, you know" you drop. He looks up at you, his brown eyes colored in a dark shadow of something dangerous.

"I can make it up to you"

You know that voice. Is he thinking...?

"No" you say hastily.

"The worst already happened..." he starts, voice dropping low.

"We live in a world where superheroes and powers exist. There is always, something worst" you reason.

"Not today, baby" he gets close to your ear, his hot breathe tickling your lobe. "What do you say?"

"Eddie" you warn, but the urge to give in is so bad. It's been a while since the last time you and Eddie were intimate: lack of time, exhaustion and other factors playing a part in cock blocking you both.

"Eddie what?" he mocks, "tell me you don't want it, and I'll stop"

What if you leave the bar unattended? What if you succumb? What if one of the stalls has two people inside, even if forbidden?

"I knew you wanted it" he gasps against your skin. His soft lips kiss along your jaw, his hair brushing your face. His smell always makes you intoxicated, and in the reduced space, the dizziness is excruciating. His hand tightens around your waist, and he looks you deep into your eyes when he says:

"I know I fucked up, baby. So let me help: you won't do anything, just me"

He slams your body against the wall of the stall, which is unhygienic and against the bar norms, but really, why do you care?

"Just wanna taste you, baby" he kisses you again, full of your flavor on his lips. Your gloss coats them in a pink sticky layer, "missed you so much"

It’s shameful for him to admit how easy he seems to fall at your feet: how much he is willing to beg for forgiveness. But he can give and not receive, not having a problem with it; it's the least he can do for you, and you deserve it.

Yet you return his kisses with full hunger, your hands digging in his cheeks, pressing on the skin while diving to his neck, nipping on his sensitive spots. His hold becomes stronger, looking at you with a need so primal it dampens your folds.

"I need you to do something with this" he motions the bottom of your uniform, "be a good girl, yeah? And take this off"

Once your tights are bare and the pants are over his shoulders, he gets to see your sticky panties on their full glory.

"Fuck..." he mutters hazily.

He tears the panties down, while his knee gets his way in the middle of your tights, parting them.

You tug at his jacket, pulling him closer to you, making his knee crash against the wall of the stall.

"If you wanna taste so bad" God, you sound so demanding and it's driving him nuts, "don't keep me waiting, pretty boy"

He hovers over you, kissing you hungrily.

"I'm sorry, won't happen again" he kneels down, breathe hot and close to your puffy folds.

"If you want to fix it, then fucking do so" your hands went to his hair as you felt his teeth lightly press into your thights, sucking and tugging when needed.

"Eddie" you whine, feeling his tongue trail, taunting you, his hands circling around your thighs, the mocking flick of his tongue putting you on edge. Your folds drip, reacting to him.

"Let me help this pretty cunt, yeah?" and there's a sudden swipe at your clit by his long tongue.

You claw your nails into his scalp; the tight grip has his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let himself get lost in the taste of your pussy.

Long forgotten is the teasing, as Eddie lets his mouth fall open, pressing his starving mouth against your wet heat. His tongue kisses between your folds, finding your hot needy clit.

"Right there..." you let out a shaky breath, hips slowly bucking into his face.

His teeth graze softly the plushy skin of your pussy, knowing how sensitive you get.

"Eddie" you plead, "more"

He lets out something that sounds like a huh, pleasant vibrations against your core.

"Deeper" you mewl, "now"

"Let me try, Eddie" Venom's voice sounds inside his head, "I want to apologize too" he's about to argue but he adds, "Besides, you promised I was going to eat. I'm hungry"

Even in the dark of the bathroom, you can see black cover the front of Eddie's face, nesting in between your legs. You let out a yelp when his now longer muscle gets again inside your bud, a failed suppressed moan escaping your lips.

Brock sucks your clit into his mouth, lips wrapped around tight walls while his tongue swiped against the tip. He began a repetition of that, and when you let out a weak cry, he knows he's found your weak spot, sucking your labia into his mouth, making you press your back hard onto the wall, pushing until it starts to hurt.

"Eddie" you softly moan his name, fingers tugging at his hair roughly.

He doesn't pull his mouth from the feast, instead, his ministrations grow rougher. He lets go of the support he has on your thigh and wanders to your pussy, his fingers touching your labia. The trail is dangerously close to your entrance, his fingers get coated with the taste of you. Without thinking, he takes them to his mouth, pupils blown wide.

"So sweet" he praises, longue slicky tongue tasting your leak. Your body was filled by pleasure, coming to its peak when Brock presses his long middle finger into your needy cunt.

"That's it" he kisses your now trembling muscles (how long have you been standing?), sending butterflies to your chest. He's really earning that pardon, isn't he? Eddie is really making it hard to keep mad at him, and Venom isn't helping. "Cum for me, darling"

You whine as he pushes a second finger in. "Are you sounding louder in purpose, babe? Do you want them to find us and see what I'm doing to you? How just my mouth and fingers fuck you up? What a whore you are, fucking in a public restroom?"

You let out another loud whimper that barely gets muffled by the music coming from outside, defiant.

"I'm already fired" you pant, "I don't fucking care"

He feels it; he knows you too much: moving upwardward past your pubic bone, easily finding that soft sensitive spot of yours. Your folds clench around his fingers, Eddie knowing you're close. So now he's back to just being him (he's still warm on his chest for all those jealous feelings from before; no more sharing), his plushy lips around your clit while he thrusts into the wet sweet spot.

Your legs tense, and before you know it, you slam against the wall, arching your back as you shake with release, "Fuck!"

Your juices coat all his fingers, and without thinking he tastes again, licking the release in a rather whore-ish way. "Mm, Venom was right: sweet"

You try to catch your breath and come to understand what had just happened: you just fucked in the bathroom of your soon to be ex-job. Jesus.

Eddie gets closer to kiss you again, cupping your face, but his fingers are still wet. Without thinking, you take them into your mouth and lick your own release off him, mirroring his sensual lick movements from before, all while mantaining eye contact.

"You're gonna be the death of me" he confesses without thinking, his eyes swimming between something dark and soft.

You suck on them with your cheeks hollowed in. His breath hitches, "does this mean I'm forgiven?"

You laugh, throwing your name tag on the trash bin next to you.

"Yes" his mouth falls open, and before he says anything, you're cutting him with a kiss, still as hungry as in the beginning, to Eddie's surprise. Of course: your age says it all. "And you're next"

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lokisivy · 7 months ago

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Guys I'm finally back again this semester was a shit show Liam's death put a very permanent scar on my heart I have 3 exams Left wish me Luck.

how are your holidays going?

anyways I WANT you guys to Give me some requests I WANT DRAMA ANGST THERE IS AN ENTIRE TAYLOR SWIFT ALBUM OUT THERE WAITING FOR ME TO USE IN MY STORIES

ALSO FOR SOME REASON, I'M ABSOLUTELY OVULATING FOR MIGUEL O'HARA AND EDDIE BROCK SO I HOPE U USE THEM AS CHARACTERS FOR YOUR REQUESTS

LIKE DHFHSJGH THEY ARE SO HOT I CANNOT

I DEFINITELY NEED TO USE THE PROPHECY SO HELP ME also I'd appreciate details when you put in requests because I'm brain-dead from finals

I hope you guys don't ignore me

RIP Liam Payne you are missed thank you for the wonderful years I spent with you. You were taken too soon from us I love you- Ivy

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lokisivy · 9 months ago

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Eddie Brock has been on my mind. Non-stop someone recommend something I can write about him to help this madness I'm in 😭🙏🙏🙏

#eddie brock smut #eddie brock #venom 3 #venom #venom symbiote #venom the last dance #venom let there be carnage #tom hardy #spiderman no way home #eddie brock fanfic

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lokisivy · 9 months ago

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THIS MOVIE BRO😭 I CANT (IM NOT SPOILING ANYTHING). VENOM IS SO HOT THIS IS THE ONLY "HEAR ME OUT" ILL EVER REQUEST.

#venom the last dance #venom symbiote #venom #venom 3 #tom hardy #eddie brock

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lokisivy · 10 months ago

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As shit as the Joker 2 movie was, I seriously feel bad for Arthur Fleck. This man is so pure and adorable that if people just loved him and treated him well, he would've never done any of this he is so kind-hearted. People are just horrible.

#dc joker #joker 2 #arthur fleck #joker folie a deux #lady gaga #joaquin phoenix #batman

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lokisivy · 1 year ago

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Hi! Im a big fan of your work and I saw you were taking requests :) I had a smut fic idea in mind with young (before paralysis) Professor Charles Xavier x fem!student reader. Maybe you and Charles have had some flirty/sexual tension for the longest time until one night when everyone is in bed in their dorms, he reads your mind and notices that you are still awake, touching yourself and having just obscene thoughts of him till he comes into your room and takes matters into his own hands and the rest just be pure smut lmao 👀👀👀 keep up the good work!!

First of all, thank you soooo much for u liking my work. Second of all, it took me like 3 times to process what you requested. I'm ovulating rn, so I'm just so stunned.

Warnings: age gap, mind reading, slight breeding kink, reader is above 18, cursing. use of nicknames, p in v, unprotected sex, daddy kink, slight size kink. let me know if i missed anything

READERS POV

I'm a good student, I focus in class, get good grades, and am always polite to my professors. but there is this one class where I can't seem to focus no matter how hard I try.

Professor Xavier's class like right now I'm sitting in today's class what is the topic? DNA mutation blah blah blah.

he was looking and me oh his eyes were so blue like the ocean I could drown in them- Fuck he can read my mind.

GENATICS! FLOWERS! this isn't working he is smirking he knows what I'm thinking of. I bite my lips hard, trying to think of something else. His arms in that dress shirt sleeves rolled up his hands on my throat- FUCK think of something dark.

"Y/N read page 269 about Genetic mutations" the professor announced "Ahh-" fuck I didn't even have my book open shit. I used my telekinesis to open the page but it didn't I was fumbling for the page until Professor Xavier came behind me and opened the page for me.

"next time focus in class and refrain from having dirty thoughts about me," he whispers in my ears his sharp voice making me sudden goose bumps arise.

"Sorry professor. I promise that it won't happen again" I flirt looking up through my lashes and giving an innocent look.

he leans down to give me back my book "Good Girl."

With my powers, it was gonna be impossible for me to keep him out of my thoughts I was basically a magnet for him my mind like an open book for him. It doesn't matter because no matter what he was my teacher and nothing could happen between us even though I'd sell my soul to the devil for us to touch. and our age gap people would think he was a predator but at this point, I think I am the predator with the unholy thoughts I'm getting.

1:39 Am my clock read I couldn't sleep my interaction with Professor Xavier kept replaying 'having dirty thoughts about me in class'

'good girl' my hands snuck past my nightgown rubbing circles on my clit. imagining Charles bending me down the desk fucking me into oblivion 'Such a naughty girl only focusing on my cock and not the class' I imagined his rough thick accent. I pushed one finger inside me feeling the warmth it was relieving the pressure but not enough I needed more I needed him in every way possible.

3rd pov

You and Charles had always flirted with each other during office hours it was obvious in the being you were attracted to him he was very good-looking and muscular made women weak in the knee and because he could read any person's mind it made it easier for him to know when to flirt back he knew when you were sad or feeling under the weather but when the rumours started to spread around the acted tough with you in class you knew it was a show and it kept all gossip down it not like you were very young you came here after finishing high school to learn about your abilities and how to control them but you were still a student but something Charles never did was crossing the line until today he was awake trying to study a new students abilities. He wondered if you were awake and he was met but dirty thoughts that made his cock burst.

a growl came out of his throat "fuck me!" he adjusted his pants the thought of you touching yourself while thinking of him was gonna make him burst this second he started to palm his cock but could take anymore when your moans grew louder coming close to your orgasm.

Fuck it he thought and walked to your dorm room absolutely angry about the way you made him feel hands running through his hair he was gonna punish you for every time you made him hard, for every time your mischievous ass made him think about you.

He reached your room door knocking lightly not waking anyone and talked to you through your thoughts 'Open this door now!' He interrupted your fantasies making you rise in panic

Readers POV

Fuck Fuck FUCK! How did he read my mind it was 1 am everyone is asleep. I panic opening the door panting from how fast I got up.

"hey proff how you doing, bro?" I opened the door trying to act casual.

"Are you messing with me right now." It was more rhetorical than a question. He slammed the door, pining me against it.

"I-"

"What you thought you could be whore and touch yourself thinking about me and get away with it." He was frustrated both sexually and mentally "and why were you listening to my thoughts anyway I should be able to think what I want without having to worry about you getting into my head." I rolled my eyes. A part of me liked the thrill, but sometimes it was nice to have my thoughts to myself.

"You can block me out but you don't."

"It's exuasting. what you want me to masterbate and think about you and block you out." I sigh

"You don't know how hard it is for me to contain myself from letting all these thoughts of yours come true right now." He leans closer, his body towering in front of me.

Closer.

And Closer.

our lips so close but yet so far.

Till there was nothing but a fine line between our lips.

"Then make them come true." I barely got the words out.

"This is wrong." He voice became deeper

"I saved your life in Cuba professor." I whispered

"Fuck it." He said kissing me knocking the air out of my lungs, his hand come to cup my face our his toung fighting with mine. moving us towards the bed his hands roaming through my my silk PJs unbouting the buttons.

"Charles!" i moaned when his lips contact with my neck marking me plaming and squeezing my breasts, "please" I didn't know what I was pleading for but I needed the relief with the ache that was growing I was so wet aching for him to touch me.

" What darling, what do you want me to do?" he smirked, he knew what I wanted he could read my mind "I- I want you to touch me." I barely whispered my voice practricly unaudioble,"Louder darling?" he disaproved "I want you to fuck me charles like the way I was thinking about when I was touching me self on here." I run my hands through the sheets of the bed.

"Fuck my little whore wants me to fuck her," he growls, he grabs my neck and slams me down the bed causing a moan to leave me. His knee separated my legs from closing. he slid off the top I had on letting my breasts hit the cold air causing my nipples to harden. his thumb ran on my nipples rubbing and pinching. "Charles Please" I beg.

"Have I taught you nothing?" he kissed my chest slowly down to my breasts "Patience is how you achieve everything perfectly. "

"Charles Xavier if you don't fuck me right now I'll throw you against the wall." pull him by his shirt collar kissing him

"I may teach you science, but I think I need to teach you good manners." I rolled my eyes, ripping off his shirt. I stopped to take a moment to take in the sight of his toned muscles, running my fingers through his abs in awe. something inside him snapped at the way I looked at him. he immediately took down my shorts and unbuckled his pants.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me,"Yes ever since Cuba Charles," I assured me, but something told me he was reading my mind to check if I had any doubts. "Good. Because the moment I start, I won't stop"

"Start first then we can speak about stopping because all I'm hearing is yap yap no acti--" I was interrupted by his fingers entering me all three of them. making me moan very loudly.

"Shh baby your classmates will hear you." he groans at the sight. "S-sorry."

his hands worked magic, and the rhythm was steady, hitting all the good points, building up the fire in my stomach fire that might explode any moment "Charles I'm so close." I whimpered at the loss of contact "Too bad your only gonna cum on my cock tonight" I looked down at his length it was big and thick and precum leaked out his hardness he positioned my left leg on his shoulder positioning himself and entering me at a slow excruciating pace stretching me into half.

"Fuck your so big." now I understood why he was taking it too slow his cock was gigantic that's why he walked around so confidently he is packing.

"Fuck you're tight." he groans the burn started to fade into pleasure "Charles please" probably begged for the millionth time tonight he was killing me. his pace started to grow faster "You are taking me so well darling." he praised me sending it to my pussy clenching on him tighter."Fuck Y/N!" he growls

"Charles faster" he complied going at an unforgivable pace the angle he fucked me in was make me feel all of his length he keeps hitting that spot that was about to explode any second now. my moaning became louder and harder to control probably making someone from outside hear us "Be quiet sunshine" he told me in between his rough thrusts he pinched my nipples lightly causing an overly loud moaning to come out he silenced me with a kiss and replaced his lips with his hand he gave me a warning look then removed his hands. my fingers running through his hair tugging on it tiny moans slipping out of him sending me over the edge with bliss and euphoria washing over me seeing starts in the back of my eyes. his cock twitching "Yes give me all your cum Daddy." I moaned my back arching scratches down his back. his hot warm cum filling my walls making me moan with pleasure it felt right. Charles put my legs down making me turn on my side, as I was about to sleep he grabbed my jaw. "Daddy is not done with you yet sunshine" he teases me.

"let's get you cleaned up sweetheart." he carried me to the bathroom

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