๋࣭ ⭑Huuuuuuuge Dex/Leon Kennedy fan omg don't even
๋࣭ ⭑I write what I want when I want about who I want. (seriously this is mainly a shitpost account I made cs I have soo many fantasies about Dex so I might as well put them into words ⭑.ᐟ
๋࣭ ⭑mainly fluff/comfort but might dip into some smut eventuallyy...
๋࣭ ⭑heavy no on the angst. UNLESS it's angst -> comfort :D
๋࣭ ⭑feel free to message me ideas/inspo and I might expand on it depending on how I feel ⭑.ᐟ
cw: fluff, small smut scene (minors dni), Dex is trying his best
Dex with a reader that constantly toys with and taunts him, knowing he'd never do anything to hurt you regardless.
It's been over 8 years since he retired that FBI uniform and traded it in for his iconic navy mask and compression shirt. Over 8 years since he'd started telling himself that Dr.Mercer was feeding him a dream. That no one could ever guide him to genuine feelings of selflessness and empathy.
Yet here he is, on a cold footpath in Hell's Kitchen, hauling your limp body over his shoulder. His freehand dangling your new 8-inch heels by his side. The same heels you begged him to buy at the store earlier today. The same heels you insisted on wearing out tonight - indifferent to his warnings about the long walk to come. To make matters worse he can feel your warm slow breaths hitting the back of his neck, as you're softly snoring. Sleeping peacefully whilst he's carrying you the whole way home. And you had the nerve to call him 'dramatic'. Dex would let out a dry laugh right about now if he could. If he wasn't so paranoid about waking you up. Taking twice as long due to halving the pace of his steps, anxious about walking too quickly and stirring you awake.
This isn't the first time either, no. Always the same tale in different fonts.
Last week, he warned you about the weather. The pouring rain predicted to settle over the city from 4pm onwards. Lo and behold, when he walks up towards the front steps of the apartment complex he lets out a deep sigh. You're standing there all giddy in short sleeves, short everything. Zero regard to his notions. And he already knew what was coming next too. You played it off cool at first. Cuddling up to him a little closer at the beginning, just testing the waters. Then on the way back you opted for clawing at him. Pleading for his jacket whilst tearing up at how cold you were. Dex had to contain rolling his eyes in front of you. But nonetheless, he was already passing you the umbrella to hold whilst begrudgingly kindly taking off his own blanket of warmth and placing it over your shoulders. Fetching that umbrella from your hold whilst embracing you closer, tiny goosebumps rapidly forming on his skin.
Somehow it doesn't stop there. No you just have to find new ways to get under his skin. Something like purposely starting fights you won't win, with the most aggressive guy you spot at the bar. Deliberately provoking him with nasty little comments just to make him snap. Knowing all too well that Dex has over a dozen forks in his reach, and won't hesitate to hurl one directly at the assholes throat. If he so much as threatens to touch you with his pinkie. Running out of the back alley with him into the night, giggling about how he sounded seconds away from meeting those so-called pearly gates. So much for staying low, he thinks as he smiles at your giggles. Hand in hand as you skip happily home.
So yeah, you can be annoying. But honestly none of your antics could live up to this one.
Dex is mid throw when he stills the knife in his hand. His full attention drawing to the vibration from his pocket. Naturally being who he is, he's always worried about leaving you alone. With Fisk's men all over the streets, who's to blame him?? So when he's checking your messages with haste Dex is expecting the worst. Could someone have broken in whilst he was gone? Did they take you?? Is this some kind of sick ransom strategy?? No. What pops up on his phone screen is even worse. It's a selfie. A selfie where you, his loving adorable innocent partner, are knuckles deep in your own panties whilst pouting down at the camera. He blinks in shock at first. Confusion. Frustration. Arousal. And before he can come up with a response to scold you, three little dots start bouncing on the screen.
When are you coming home???
I miss you xxxx
He's been gone barely two hours. He still has leads to follow, people to chase. But he also has a whiny little brat waiting for him at home. Well waiting is a generous word. He'd be lucky if you didn't send him ten more videos within the next 30 minutes. Dex decided the best thing to do would be to go home now whilst you were asking nicely. Working under pressure wasn't the easiest when it was coming from you. Even if he decided to stay, he'd have to deal with that uncomfortable tent growing in his pants at some point. And what better way to do that than bouncing you in his lap whilst shoving his fingers down your throat to finally shut you up and silence your endless complaints. That's what you ultimately seem to want in the long run. Always teasing him just to get him toppling over the edge. All that attitude just to get him to fuck you. Props to you cause even if he knows your game inside out, he still plays along every time. Afterall a good deed is a good deed, right?
cw: minor smut scene (minors dni), stalking, fluff -> he means no harm really, he just wants to look out for you :c
also I'm a fairly new writer so sorry if the quotes are kinda corny cs it's not my strong suit TT
fic prompt !
Thursday, 5:30pm
Your office seems to be overworking you these days, perhaps they've made it your job to pick up the missing pieces of your team. Filing up more reports than usual due to one of your co-workers leaving for a sudden honeymoon with her husband. Not to mention that twenty minute run this morning you've suddenly incorporated into your daily routine, honestly you're lucky Dex caught onto that one on time. Having only realised when he himself was getting ready for the day and saw you leaving through the doors of your apartment complex in some trainers and sweats way earlier than usual. You're also lucky that he managed to slip out of his own home just in time to run your route within 100 yards behind you, after all the streets of Hells Kitchen can be dangerous at these early hours in broad daylight !!
Dex had countless speculations as to why you were slumped in this diner with one of your friends so early today, already on your second milkshake. Every time he thought he'd nailed your habits down to a T, you managed to find a new way to surprise him. Of course, he wasn't complaining. Though he constantly wishes that he was more well-informed enlightened of your customs.
A sharp laugh from your friend snaps him out of his thoughts, as he perks up from his booth in the opposite corner of the room.
"...Yeah he's totallyyy gonna reach back out to me after that last one. We looked so good in that pic nd I can't wait to block his ass when I see him creeping back up in my dms ! And who knows !!! maybe someone'll reach out through my story asking who the pretty little thing next to me is-! "
You jabbed your friend in the ribs with your elbow as she giggled, cutting her off as if to convey how much you enjoyed this place and didn't want to entertain the idea of you both getting kicked out for being too loud.
At first Dex was confused with some of the terms she'd joked about until he put two and two together. He wanted to snap the spoon on his table against his forehead for his stupidity. Of course you were on social media, how could he just overlook that?? How could he call himself the perfect man for you if he could forget about something so obvious. It was his job to know everything about you and he had already failed the first main steps. Before his thoughts could spiral into something more twisted, he overheard the sounds of you both leaving and followed in suit after leaving a tip for the waiter.
After sauntering back into his own apartment, Dex decided to do some digging. He pulled out his laptop and got to work. He tried googling your name but to his disappointment nothing of use showed up. Not prepared to give up yet he types up your friends name and to his luck, a link to a public Instagram account appears. He quickly clicks it with his cursor and feels like he's hit the jackpot when he sees a pic of you both pinned to the top of her profile, with your @ in the caption. However that ecstasy is short lived when he clicks it and is met with a blank page plastered with a short bold sentence.
The author of this account has limited viewer access to the people they follow back.
One part of him wanted to praise you for being smart enough to stay at least a little private, should your profile turn out to be anything like your friends. He'd hate for another sick stranger online who knows nothing about you at all to have access to your internet diary with your pretty little face projected all over it. Though the more possessive part of him is replaying the same thought in his head.
I'm not just another stranger.
He's intrigued, and has decided to do anything necessary to obtain the prints to this last little land of privacy you have. Afterall, there are no secrets between partners !!
He spends the next few days scrolling through countless videos online, going through tips and tricks to make the perfect profile. And to Dex's surprise, it's a lot more complicated than it looks. Colour schemes, bios, tags, collages, story layouts - where could he even start?? He quickly realises that he's not got nearly enough photos to make his account look believable, so he begins pestering his other co-workers into sharing any pics of him from their weekly get togethers or whilst they're on break. Word spreads fast and soon Ray is roped into helping him out and giving Dex the advice he needs to make his account feel less like his gallery exploded all over the page. He thinks nothing of it at first but little does he know, when Dex clocks out early that day he's heading straight to your favourite places - or anything else that would further prove how similar he was to you.
After tediously collecting pictures and putting together the perfect Instagram profile that presents him as a reliable, down to earth and caring future boyfriend guy, Dex races to search up your account and request you - praying to anyone listening that you'll take one look at him and accept.
He's pacing around his kitchen stress cleaning the cups when his phone vibrates on the counter. His face immediately lights up as he reads the notification and he audibly gasps a sigh of relief when he finally clicks on your account and can see the full profile - posts, following lists, everything and more. You seemed to opt more for posting pictures of cute objects and places rather than your face. However the infrequent posts you did, had him keening to his knees. Before Dex could stop himself he screenshotted an old pic of you and a colleague on break at the office. Your smile proving to be the greatest of temptations - lethal enough to break even the strongest of navy seals.
The next few days go by in a similar fashion. Between running around Hell's Kitchen chasing down the criminal underground and checking in with his counsellor, Dex is constantly checking in on your account. Every time your following goes up or down, every comment you make on someone else's post - he's got it all dialled. Soon enough he gets a bit more confident, starting to view your stories minutes after you post them instead of waiting. And one evening he thinks you've figured out his game.
His bedsheets are cool against his skin. Either that or he's boiling. Dex believes it's the latter, as a sheen of sweat sticks his short hairs to his forehead. He's pretty sure if someone was to place a mirror in front of him right now the only thing staring back at him would be a set of reddening cheeks and glazed over eyes. However his thoughts are quickly swept back in focus. More specifically the white knuckled fist firmly clenching around his throbbing cock.
He prided himself on his self on his self control he really did !! But who could blame him when you decided to post the most hard-on inducing photo ever. You've got to have known he'd been stalking checking in on you. This is probably your confession of attraction to him. Why else would you post something so provocative. Dex secretly hoped that he was the only one allowed to see it, the only one you would let see you so invasively. His eyes shut and he grunted softly at the thought as his hands continued in that quick up and down motion that had him bucking his hips up into the air. His breaths growing hotter and louder as he neared release. That pang in his lower abdomen hit and he heard himself audibly moan as he imagined it was your hand guiding him through his orgasm. A thick load of white spilling all over his stomach as he winced through it. Stroking himself slower now to extend his pleasure and longing for you. This was your release, your orgasm. And he'd make it worth it. Which is how he found himself the next morning, a complete mess tangled in his sheets.
It was at that moment that Dex realised he'd waited long enough. It was time to grow a pair and make contact. Which surely couldn't be any more embarrassing than practically soiling himself at the mere sight of your pixels like some horned up freshman in college. He had to strike now whilst the iron was hot.
Dex decided the easiest way to make contact was to reply to one of your stories, easing the difficulty of starting a conversation from scratch.
So he waited exactly 20 minutes after your last post, a milkshake pic from that one diner you frequently attended, and made his move.
It was a revelation in itself that you responded at all, let alone agreed to go out with him given his awkwardness. You must really be his North star. Nonetheless Dex was grateful. The hardest part was finally out of the way, and he could rest easy thinking of how it could only go up from here.
cw: stalking, fluff, Dex being clueless about social media, maybe a lil ooc
the insta account Dex would make immediately after first becoming fixated with you, since overhearing one of your friends mention how active you are on the site.
Ultimately he knows nothing too much about social media and takes it upon himself to watch countless videos online for advice, even pestering his other co-workers at the FBI for any photos they've got of weekly get togethers. In due course Ray feels bad and decides to help him out, thinking nothing of it at first as he's explaining to Dex the basics of showcasing yourself online. Little does he know after clocking out that day, Dex is roaming the streets taking shots of your fav diner - anything that would peak your interest in "how similar the two of you seem to be". Eventually after a long two days of collaborating the perfect profile that presents him as a reliable, down to earth and caring future boyfriend guy, he's instantly in your requests hoping to god you press accept. And to his luck, you do within the hour! I mean how could you not accept the friend request of the super hot agent with a really cool profile that just so happened to be in your requests at the perfect time!! Just make sure to NOT check the dates on any of his posts or else you might just realise that his flawlessly articulated account filled with countless memories over the years...was put together within the span of a week !!!!
prompt of a longer fic that I'll start working on as soon as exams are over T_T
cw: fluff, suggestive (minors dni), FBI Dex x reader
It's plain simple that every day at the same time before your two shifts start, he's walking you down to that same coffee shop you two first met in. Well, first for you maybe but for the sake of content let's just pretend he wasn't watching you eat there for at least two months before obtaining the courage to talk to you instead of just lurking across the street. He buys you your favourite treat everyday and bags up a second dessert for you to take to work to ensure that throughout the day, when you're at rock bottom because your boss decides to be a pain in the ass - you get to be reminded of him with every bite. How deeply he cares about your wellbeing and emotional state even when he's not around, because that's just what a good boyfriend should do. Selfishly he also hopes these acts of service overtime condition you into being comfortable that he's always around, no matter where you go.
At 9pm every Friday night, Dex buttons up his best shirt as he watches his pretty little north star get all dolled up for him. Looming over you as you touch up your lashes whilst softly running the fingers of his free hand through your hair. Sometimes his hands wonder further down, tracing the back of your neck and spine before reaching forward and ghosting just above your tits whilst his hot breath taunts the side of your ear. However before things can get a little tooo heated, he retreats back to fixing up his tie, purposely teasing you before the both of you walk out of your shared apartment towards your place of choice. But don't worry! you get your revenge eventually !!
Waiting for your order at any restaurant can always be a drag, the countless plates and trays arriving yet passing your table every time you get your hopes up. Dex always notices when the furrow of your brow and quiet sigh of your lips begins to border the line of frustration. So in an act of kindness he smirks and his thigh softly brushes against yours, as if to say "don't fret, it'll be our turn soon!". Albeit to him, you take it as a scoot your chair closer to his so you can start provocatively squeezing said thigh. To which his response is to clear his throat in order to mask the quickened pace of his breath as your fondling runs up up up until - oh look your dinner is served ! And with every bite and slight glare in his eyes, you best believe that he's counting down the moments until he's firmly dragging you into the nearest bathroom whilst you're giggling softly behind him.
As much as he loves treating you, he desires nothing more than your adoration - constantly seeking to prove himself worthy of your love. This in turn leads Dex to take you on countless adventures alongside the usual dates to flaunt his talents.
This may include bowling in the beginning, letting you play first so he can cheer you on whilst amusing himself with your cocky little attitude. Which instantly slips the second he nails his first ball, your lips agape in shock, a sight he he revels in for the rest of the round. Eventually he feels a sting of remorse and opts for towering over you during your turn, arms guiding yours whilst your back is pressed against his chest. His palms steering the ball into a perfect strike, which has you jumping with joy and giving him a sweet kiss on his slowly reddening cheek !!
Occasionally as you begin to familiarise yourself with his skills, you start nagging pleading with him to take you to the local arcade. And as your kind hearted and caring boyfriend who is he to say no??
That's how he ends up at the claw machine pocketing all the plushies and rewards you want, in return for little pecks on his cheek as your arms are wrapped around his torso cheering him on. That's also how he ends up at the town's carnival a few weeks later. Borderline splitting the rigged hoop in half with his basketball and walking away hand in hand with you hugging a huge teddy bear that's practically the size of your whole body, whilst the owner of the stall is still staring at the two of you gobsmacked. After trying his best to keep a poker face whilst speeding down the heights of Everest on some coma-inducing roller coaster, he tries his best to distract you from the idea of any other life threatening rides with cotton candy. That's when you see his eyes sparkle as he notices a rack of fake guns lined up before a range of red and white moving targets. You take his arm in yours and run the both of you over to the stand, Dex picking up the fake gun of his choice and already aiming towards the target in front of him whilst the smug employee is counting up the bills in his hand oblivious. And he doesn't just hit the targets, no - he completely knocks them off the stand. With the way you're egging him on in his ear he decides to go the extra mile, striking each and every target until the worker is begging him to stop whilst offering him almost every prize on display (eager to get rid of him before Dex ruins his business).
A while after the events of the carnival and some heavy convincing, you manage to convince him to teach you how to shoot. And though the idea worried him at first, who was Dex to refuse you? So here the two of you are, a long road away from Hell's Kitchen in the middle of some open space forest aiming fire at some empty bottles he placed on top of wooden stumps. Although he admires your competency and bravery, he can't help it when his hands come up from behind you to cover your ears when you pull the trigger. He also can't help it when the same hands insist on pulling you closer to him to "guide" each and every shot you take. He trusts his north star he really does !! but inevitably he just can't resist the chance to embrace you at all times. You just smell so good even with the tinge of gunpowder mixing around you. Maybe he'll convince you to finish up early just so you two can skip back into the bushes so he can really feel you ♡
Desperately need to see some fics about Dex helping you with your spider phobia by getting rid of all the spiders within the vicinity of your home. Like I'm talking checking under the bathtub, beneath that one loose floorboard, even behind that huge pile of clothes in your closet. Sealing up any visible cracks in the walls near your window and even making sure to flood the crevice under your door with peppermint oil. He even makes it his job to occasionally fan out soe citrus spray by your windows.
And best believe when you call him in the middle of the night, at the most ungodly hour, crying your pretty little eyes out over some, "oh so huge and terrifying arachnid feline" he's already out of bed - calming you down through the phone whilst he's on his way over. And after proudly disposing of the ferocious beast settled on your bedroom rug, he's whisking you up into his big strong arms and carrying your frightened figure back into bed. Just so he can lull away all your worries by snuggling up with your knight in shining armour !
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