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Fbi!dex jealous hc?? Especially if he's in an established relationshipđ«
Summary - On a visit to your local supermarket with your boyfriend Dex you noticed a young cashier looking at you and smirking flirtatiously your way. You usually were a more reserved but also polite person so you smiled back due pure kindness towards another human being. What you didnât notice was how your boyfriend was stiffening up beside you as he saw how that cashier was eyeing you. Pure jealousy flowing through Dex made him definitely more protective who lurks at his star from that situation onwards.
Word count - 1.2k
Pair - established! Relationship. Benjamin Poindexter x reader
Warning/tags - possessive behaviour, threatening (partly joking but we all know how our dex is), flirtatious behaviour, possessive gestures, silent insecurity (Dex), emotional turmoil, stressed Dex, talking about spine scar, protective Dex, also goofy moments, lovey-dovey reader knowing how to get Dex to calm down a bit, protective gestures,scary dog Dex.
Note : I hope you enjoy the headcanons angels! âĄ
It was a simple Friday afternoon when Dex and you chose to go grab some essentials to make food at his apartment. Driving to a local grocery market seemed the right idea and so you two swung yourselves into Dexâs car and went off. At arrival Dex, the gentleman he is, pushed the cart and set your handbag inside so you could browse without having any complications.
But as soon as you started looking at some of the fresh fruit that were set up you already noticed the young cashier eyeing you and smirking flirtatiously your way. You just blinked slightly shocked because wasnât it obvious you were taken with Dex brooding beside you with his FBI uniform still on. His warm calloused hand was laying on the cart, his attentive amber colored eyes watching over you like he always did. You just focused your gaze back onto the fruits resting before you so Dex wouldnât notice you were looking at the young cashier.
But it was already too late. Dex noticed as soon as you nervously blinked exactly 3-times, he studied you like one of his documents back at the Bureauâs headquarters and he knew every tiny mannerism you made when you were uncomfortable,stressed or simply confused.
His unflinching eyes looked over his broad shoulder towards the cashier area of the supermarket and was met with a young man leaning his elbows on the small desk, eyeing you like you were one of those perfectly ripe fruits you were currently trying to look at.
Dexâs stare didnât waver as his body now turned fully, his muscled arms crossed in a protective stance over his FBI jacket. Assessing the cashier like he just now by looking at his girl was a new target to take out. No one looked at Dexâs North Star without either getting a bullet between their eyebrows or anything he could hurl toward the person.
You looked up at Dex noticing he wasnât looking at you anymore with his warm eyes that he only ever looked at you with. No he was staring at the cashier like he wanted to murder him this second. Quickly you grabbed his arm and looked up at him. âCome on! We wanted to see if they had the pasta sauce.â
Dex stiffened slightly up feeling the touch on his arm but relaxed when he saw it was his little star touching his arm. He simply grunted while his eyes were still focused on the cashier, his hands slightly clenching some of the fingers popped due the movement. You quickly tried to grab the cart from one of Dexâs sides but he swirled around quickly and shook his head. His soft but also even-toned voice breathed out. âNo, I push the cart, you look what you wanna have.â
Quickly you started rushing behind some of the shelves where the different pasta sauces stood knowing from the cart noises Dex followed you. Which was honestly good. You were scared Dex would pick up a pineapple and would throw it in the cashier's face just for looking at you.
Just as you were about to grab a pasta sauce you felt the warmth that radiates from Dex like a personal furnace at your shoulder. He leaned down towards your ear and breathed out with barely held together anger. âWhy did you look at that guy? Do you like him or what?â
âNo! Why would you think that?â You quickly looked up at him, shocked he would think that you would ever want anyone else as him. Dexâs clenched fists that hang beside his hips popped again, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as if he didnât buy that at all. âWhy else would you look at him and then smile? Hm?â
Setting down the pasta sauce back into the shelf as you looked at Dex knowing it was still hard for him to get used to the fact that you truly loved him with everything you had and that you would never leave him. Softly laying your hand over a clenched fist of his feeling how cold his hands were due adrenaline and anger swirling inside his body like a personalised cocktail. âWell first off he is young and probably not as boring as me.â Dex hisses slightly under his slightly laboured breathing his amber colored eyes were turning more focused and colder by the second.
You quickly shaked your head as soon as those words left Dexâs pink lips. âDonât even think about that Dex, you are the only person I want by my side and you know that deep down. The cashier creeped me out a bit honestly.â When the word âcreeped outâ left your lips Dex stiffened up like a K-9 that sensed someone in the supermarket definitely had something illegal in their bag. His tactical boots hit the floor with quick thuds almost charging towards the cashier area, his shoulder almost under his ears from how much he tensed up.
Almost on instinct at seeing your serious FBI clothed boyfriend charge past the Pasta Sauce shelf your mind went into survival mode, not for yourself but for the poor cashier that didnât know Dex was possessive when it came to your well being. Rapidly rushing after Dex abandoning your cart at the shelf, your hand stretched out and touched the FBI print on Dexâs jacket with a soft touch. He swivelled around looking at you with his pupils blown by pure restraint and clenched jaw (like the photo on the cover).
You softly start caressing his jacket over his spine knowing the soft touch calmed him down instantly due his sensitive spine scar. âHow about we just go to another supermarket? I didnât like the fruit here anyway..â Dexâs furrowed eyebrows slightly start to unclench, his eyes focused solely on you before him and let out a grumble and a huffed breath through his nose. âFine. Only because I want you to have good fruits,but if I see him eyeing you again Iâll personally arrest him for whatever I can find in the database of him.â
A soft giggle leaves you nodding, accepting that your boyfriend will always find something of a person that looked at his star the wrong way.
After that situation at the grocery store you noticed some mannerisms that Dex sharpened even more than usual.
He now always grabbed your hand whenever you were shopping for groceries, resting it under his own on the cart handle. Holding it tightly and rubbing his calloused thumb over your knuckles to directly send out a message to anyone that looked at you.
Dexâs hand often now rested on your lower back when you were simply walking down the streets of New York. And as usual he walked on the street side of the sidewalk, because maybe if a car driver would send some water spraying he would rather be hit with it than his lovely star.
He often lends you his spare FBI jacket where his name was printed over the heart pocket, whenever you were just going out to grab some food or something else. It satisfied the inner clawing jealousy that was ripping at his rip cage whenever you went out alone and he was out and about. It also made him dream of one day you would have the last name Poindexter.
THOMAS SHELBY that went to war leaving his first love behind. A swift and bittersweet goodbye before he was shipped away to fight a war that swallowed young menâs souls and lives like it was nothing. Mud was everywhere on his boots, inside his mouth,lungs and under his fingernails. The constant smell of copper,gunpowder and decay was slowly becoming his home and only thing on his mind. But that wouldâve been a lie. She was on his mind constantly between the numbing shouting of men screaming for their lives. Her smell of freshly plucked roses like those from Pollyâs garden or her almost hypnotic looking eyes was a constant reminder what he could loose when he wouldnât get out of this hell named war.
Could was fast changed into truth.
Thomas was back in Birmingham and the first thing he heard was that his beloved angel went missing as soon the war started. His first love vanished like she was a hallucination he made up in the trenches to keep on fighting.
đčđ¶đŽđšđ” đźđ¶đ«đđčđŹđ that lets you sit in his spacey and thick lap. On his muscled and long thighs your legs bracket his hips while nuzzling your face into his black suit jacket. The smell of Tobacco and leather lingers around his body filling your head with a dreamy feeling. His veiny pale hand rests on your bare thigh while the other holds a lit cigarette between his slender forefinger and middle finger.
The cold feeling of his silver rings burning bone deep marks into your skin but in a good almost chilling way. That reminds you that his presence is there and watching your every twitch and breath that escapes those lungs of yours. Flicking some ash into the slick black ashtray sitting on the armrest of the couch.
His green sharp eyes look at your head resting on his broad chest makes his eyebrows twitch with almost emotion. His hand pulls up from your thigh patting over your head, smoothing your hair down.
The feeling makes you almost feel like a cat that belongs in his twisted kind of care and under those pale deadly hands.
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
đđđđđ đđđđ đđđ that instantly takes claim on you the very first day you arrive in Hemlock Grove. Your soft almost doll-like eyes and this god forsaken sweet smell your blood carries with you everywhere you go makes him want to tear up the next best victim he can find to quench his thirst.
Those thoughts that instantly spring to his head when he just hears your voice or worse sees your figure even meters away from him makes him almost feral and carnally hungry for you.
His pale hands balling to fists tight enough to make his veins show through his pale skin holding onto every last drop of control he has left to not just sweep you off and hide you away in the thick walls of his house.
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