Hi Court! I had a question about CITC, which I am lovinggggg btw, and maybe this is obvious but I was curious when things are in italics does that mean those are Dex's thoughts? Like when he's on the subway and looking at all the people and stuff? I read it that way but I was just wondering š
DDBA S2 DEX STALKING HOT NUN AT THE CHURCH ACROSS THE STREET (i will literally crawl on my hands and knees for you, i beg)
ask and you shall receive my child š
blessing in disguise.
word count: 1.6k
Dex had the curtains of the windows in his living room pulled open, and he stood in front of the one on the right, waiting patiently. From across the street, he had a perfect view of the back of Clinton church and the little garden behind it. The sky was overcast this morning, dense clouds of dark grey blocking the golden rays of daylight, but Dex knew she would still be there. Heād been watching her for two and a half months now, and he knew her routine like the back of his hand. Every Saturday morning, from nine thirty to ten, she was out there. He glanced over at the clock on the wall, and delight curved at the edge of his mouth.
9:29 am.
The heat from the coffee in his hands permeated through the paper, warming his fingers and his palm, and the scent of hazelnut escaped through the small hole towards the edge of the plastic lid. The flavor had grown on him. Heād gotten a headstart this morning, heading down early to the cafe two blocks over so heād be back in time to see her. His eyes flickered to the clock once again.
9:30 am.
When she finally appeared, Dex felt the coils of anticipation unravel within him, and his posture relaxed as if the air of calmness that always followed her made its way to him through the pane of glass. His own lips spread almost instantly to mirror the smile present on hers. It didnāt matter that the sun was still hidden and the absence of it created a faint chill, she brought the warmth and light with her wherever she went.Ā
She always started with the flowers. He often wondered what it would feel like for her fingertips to gently caress his skin the way she did those soft petals. Heād snuck into the garden after hours a few times, following the path she took every week through the garden, letting his own fingers brush over the velvet vibrancies as he looked between them and the book heād gotten from the library to learn what each one was. Dahlias and peonies, a couple Chrysanthemums, some Roses and Marigolds, and a few Dandelions.
After watering the soil and deadheading the wilting blooms, she usually cut a few stems for the arrangements she made inside, and then ventured over to the side where the herbs grew. He watched her cut some stems from the Rosemary and Sage, the staples she used in a lot of her breads for the church bake sales, before turning her attention to the Lavender and Eucalyptus. Every move she made was so effortless and graceful, and it was incredibly soothing to him to watch. When she got to the Basil, he knew it was time to leave. She always saved Basil for last.Ā
Dex looped around the opposite side of the church and went down a block before turning to head back so that it would look like he was coming from the direction of the cafe. He held the coffee cup in his hand, the logo intentionally facing out, and reached the wrought iron fence surrounding the back of the church right as she was finishing up.
āGood morning, Sister Y/N.ā
As she turned her head, a bright smile stretched at the edges of her mouth, the same one that always appeared when she saw him. He still remembered the first time sheād gifted him with it two and a half months ago, the one that had initiated this unrelenting magnetic pull in his chest. It still felt electric every single time.
āOh, good morning, Ben.ā
Dex leaned casually against the fence, taking a sip from the coffee cup before gesturing towards the garden with it.
āSo, youāre the reason this always looks so good.ā
He caught the way her smile dimmed slightly with modesty, and she averted her gaze to her own work with a flush beginning to tint her cheeks.
āWell, the other nuns help too, but I do love gardening. Itās relaxing for me. And I like to use the herbs when I bake.ā
Dexās lips spread into a charming grin.
āThe fresh herbs definitely make a difference. I donāt think Iāve ever had anything as good as that Rosemary parmesan sourdough you made for the last bake sale. I shouldāve bought two.ā
He relished in the way she subtly bit her bottom lip before her lips spread into something bashful, a hint of pride sparkling in her eyes.
āYou donāt have to wait for the next bake sale, I could always make you another.ā
Dex turned to face the fence fully now, resting his elbows on the dull speared tips of the posts, looking appropriately grateful but purposefully hesitant.
āI wouldnāt ask you to go through all that trouble just for me.ā
āItās no trouble, I make fresh loaves every week.ā
āWell I canāt pass up an offer like that.ā
He lightly tapped his index finger twice against the cup, a gesture that would appear unconscious, but it was an intentional signal to draw her attention to it. He watched her eyes drop down to it just as heād intended, seeing the recognition sparking in them, and he had to make an effort to contain his pleased smirk when he saw the excited smile on her face as she pointed to it.
āI love that place.ā
Dex looked down at the cup, feigning surprise as if heād forgotten it was in his hand and dangled right in front of her like enticing bait.
āOh yeah? Me too. Best coffee Iāve found in the city. You ever tried their pastries? They have a pretty good chocolate croissant.ā
He watched her face light up with the same elation that always appeared on someoneās face when they discovered they had something in common with someone. It was a universal desire in the human experience, finding invisible tethers of connection that reduced the ache of loneliness. As she slipped off her gardening gloves and came closer to the fence, the sound of her soft laughter ignited a thrill that rushed through him.
āI love their chocolate croissants. I always get one with my hazelnut cappuccino."
Dex let out a dry laugh, feigning disbelief at this revelation heād known for two and a half months already. Every Saturday when she finished up in the garden, she walked the two blocks to the cafe to get a chocolate croissant and a hazelnut cappuccino, every single time, which had consequently become Dexās order.Ā
āYouāre joking. Thatās what I get.ā
She seemed genuinely surprised by this, and he watched that effortless excitement fade just slightly. It wouldāve been almost imperceptible to anyone else, but Dex never missed anything. She looked him up and down as if studying him, and there was just the faintest sliver of suspicion in her gaze.
āReally? I pictured you as a black coffee guy.ā
He knew she was thinking the odds didnāt seem plausible, or that he was lying, feigning a shared interest in the way people did when they wanted to get closer to someone, whichā¦he was doing. But heād prepared an explanation for that. He gave a subtle shrug of his shoulders with an easy smile.
āNo, never been a black coffee guy. Itās too bitter for my liking. Tell you the truth, I was on a vanilla latte kick for a while, but they gave me the wrong order by accident one time, and I was quickly converted. Turns out I really like hazelnut.ā
The rehearsed lie slipped from his tongue with ease, and the bright smile that returned to her lips told him she bought it.
āBlessing in disguise.ā
āIt definitely was.ā
He let just a hint of the burning intensity he felt for her flicker in his eyes and dropped his voice to a more intimate tone, just to gauge her reaction to the dual meaning. He saw the subtle working of her throat as she swallowed, averting her gaze for a moment as that heat returned to her cheeks. He held his breath, hoping he hadnāt overshot his little experiment too much.
āIā¦I usually go there every Saturday, after Iām done here.ā
He detected a trace of hesitance in her voice, and he could see it when she looked at him again. His lungs were beginning to burn from depriving them of oxygen, but he was waiting to see which direction she was taking with this. She fiddled with one of the fingers of her gardening gloves, a subconscious action heād learned to associate with anxiety or lack of confidence in a situation.
āIf youā¦I meanā¦you just went there this morning, so you might not want-ā
āI could go again.ā
Dex quickly interjected before she talked herself out of what he hoped she was asking.
The apprehension seemed to fade with his reassurance, and as if she held some kind of divinity in her fingertips, the clouds finally divided to let the sunlight slip through when her sweet smile parted her lips, like sheād commanded the heavens to reopen with just one gesture. The golden rays that were suddenly cast upon her face made her look like an angel standing in front of him.
remember y'all means all !!! make everyone send you money to prove they're not homophobic !!! wear your gayest sluttiest outfit (and show me š) !!! ruin a straight man's day !!!
I was re-reading some of the Bodyguard and some of the longing/soft moments before they get together make me kick my feet and feel like this šš . It reinforced my feelings about how you're so good at writing everything like action? thriller? emotion? sweet moments? extremely hot smut? You can really do it all š
thank you so much š„¹š¤
I miss bodyguard frank and our girl everyday
also i'm not gonna lie I still can't believe I wrote a whole ass book essentially like
you were literally mentioned on my fyp, never had such a visceral reaction to seeing a comment before bc i was like no fucking way i know her!!šš just thought you should know xx
I like how you found a way to reference your other favourite man (Frank) in CITC track two. I really don't know what's going to happen but I'm so excited to find out <3
I love a good cameo nonnie š
you didn't hear this from me but there mayhaps be a lil cameo at some point
You're one of my favourite writers on here. Everything you write, from one shots to series, the world building and character work is perfection, everything feels fleshed out and intentioned. I'm so giddy about CITC because I'm enjoying it so much already and I know whatever you have planned is going to be amazing š«”
nonnie you're gonna make me cry pls
thank you so much you're so sweet š„ŗš¤
I can't wait for y'all to read the rest of the series, I hope y'all love it as much as I do and have as much fun reading it as i've had writing it š«¶š»
summary: due to your reputation as a renowned criminal psychiatrist, you're assigned to a difficult patient at riker's island. during a session, he makes an offer that tempts the boundaries of your professional curiosity.
a/n: I can't say enough how blown away I am that y'all loved the offer so much. it was just meant to be a slutty lil one off for kinktober, a way for me to play around with an idea that had been lingering in the back of my head for awhile, and a chance for me to try my hand at writing for dex. your excitement made me so excited, and i've been having so much fun with this. thank you thank you thank you again. š¤
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DDBA S2 DEX STALKING HOT NUN AT THE CHURCH ACROSS THE STREET (i will literally crawl on my hands and knees for you, i beg)
ask and you shall receive my child š
blessing in disguise.
word count: 1.6k
Dex had the curtains of the windows in his living room pulled open, and he stood in front of the one on the right, waiting patiently. From across the street, he had a perfect view of the back of Clinton church and the little garden behind it. The sky was overcast this morning, dense clouds of dark grey blocking the golden rays of daylight, but Dex knew she would still be there. Heād been watching her for two and a half months now, and he knew her routine like the back of his hand. Every Saturday morning, from nine thirty to ten, she was out there. He glanced over at the clock on the wall, and delight curved at the edge of his mouth.
9:29 am.
The heat from the coffee in his hands permeated through the paper, warming his fingers and his palm, and the scent of hazelnut escaped through the small hole towards the edge of the plastic lid. The flavor had grown on him. Heād gotten a headstart this morning, heading down early to the cafe two blocks over so heād be back in time to see her. His eyes flickered to the clock once again.
9:30 am.
When she finally appeared, Dex felt the coils of anticipation unravel within him, and his posture relaxed as if the air of calmness that always followed her made its way to him through the pane of glass. His own lips spread almost instantly to mirror the smile present on hers. It didnāt matter that the sun was still hidden and the absence of it created a faint chill, she brought the warmth and light with her wherever she went.Ā
She always started with the flowers. He often wondered what it would feel like for her fingertips to gently caress his skin the way she did those soft petals. Heād snuck into the garden after hours a few times, following the path she took every week through the garden, letting his own fingers brush over the velvet vibrancies as he looked between them and the book heād gotten from the library to learn what each one was. Dahlias and peonies, a couple Chrysanthemums, some Roses and Marigolds, and a few Dandelions.
After watering the soil and deadheading the wilting blooms, she usually cut a few stems for the arrangements she made inside, and then ventured over to the side where the herbs grew. He watched her cut some stems from the Rosemary and Sage, the staples she used in a lot of her breads for the church bake sales, before turning her attention to the Lavender and Eucalyptus. Every move she made was so effortless and graceful, and it was incredibly soothing to him to watch. When she got to the Basil, he knew it was time to leave. She always saved Basil for last.Ā
Dex looped around the opposite side of the church and went down a block before turning to head back so that it would look like he was coming from the direction of the cafe. He held the coffee cup in his hand, the logo intentionally facing out, and reached the wrought iron fence surrounding the back of the church right as she was finishing up.
āGood morning, Sister Y/N.ā
As she turned her head, a bright smile stretched at the edges of her mouth, the same one that always appeared when she saw him. He still remembered the first time sheād gifted him with it two and a half months ago, the one that had initiated this unrelenting magnetic pull in his chest. It still felt electric every single time.
āOh, good morning, Ben.ā
Dex leaned casually against the fence, taking a sip from the coffee cup before gesturing towards the garden with it.
āSo, youāre the reason this always looks so good.ā
He caught the way her smile dimmed slightly with modesty, and she averted her gaze to her own work with a flush beginning to tint her cheeks.
āWell, the other nuns help too, but I do love gardening. Itās relaxing for me. And I like to use the herbs when I bake.ā
Dexās lips spread into a charming grin.
āThe fresh herbs definitely make a difference. I donāt think Iāve ever had anything as good as that Rosemary parmesan sourdough you made for the last bake sale. I shouldāve bought two.ā
He relished in the way she subtly bit her bottom lip before her lips spread into something bashful, a hint of pride sparkling in her eyes.
āYou donāt have to wait for the next bake sale, I could always make you another.ā
Dex turned to face the fence fully now, resting his elbows on the dull speared tips of the posts, looking appropriately grateful but purposefully hesitant.
āI wouldnāt ask you to go through all that trouble just for me.ā
āItās no trouble, I make fresh loaves every week.ā
āWell I canāt pass up an offer like that.ā
He lightly tapped his index finger twice against the cup, a gesture that would appear unconscious, but it was an intentional signal to draw her attention to it. He watched her eyes drop down to it just as heād intended, seeing the recognition sparking in them, and he had to make an effort to contain his pleased smirk when he saw the excited smile on her face as she pointed to it.
āI love that place.ā
Dex looked down at the cup, feigning surprise as if heād forgotten it was in his hand and dangled right in front of her like enticing bait.
āOh yeah? Me too. Best coffee Iāve found in the city. You ever tried their pastries? They have a pretty good chocolate croissant.ā
He watched her face light up with the same elation that always appeared on someoneās face when they discovered they had something in common with someone. It was a universal desire in the human experience, finding invisible tethers of connection that reduced the ache of loneliness. As she slipped off her gardening gloves and came closer to the fence, the sound of her soft laughter ignited a thrill that rushed through him.
āI love their chocolate croissants. I always get one with my hazelnut cappuccino."
Dex let out a dry laugh, feigning disbelief at this revelation heād known for two and a half months already. Every Saturday when she finished up in the garden, she walked the two blocks to the cafe to get a chocolate croissant and a hazelnut cappuccino, every single time, which had consequently become Dexās order.Ā
āYouāre joking. Thatās what I get.ā
She seemed genuinely surprised by this, and he watched that effortless excitement fade just slightly. It wouldāve been almost imperceptible to anyone else, but Dex never missed anything. She looked him up and down as if studying him, and there was just the faintest sliver of suspicion in her gaze.
āReally? I pictured you as a black coffee guy.ā
He knew she was thinking the odds didnāt seem plausible, or that he was lying, feigning a shared interest in the way people did when they wanted to get closer to someone, whichā¦he was doing. But heād prepared an explanation for that. He gave a subtle shrug of his shoulders with an easy smile.
āNo, never been a black coffee guy. Itās too bitter for my liking. Tell you the truth, I was on a vanilla latte kick for a while, but they gave me the wrong order by accident one time, and I was quickly converted. Turns out I really like hazelnut.ā
The rehearsed lie slipped from his tongue with ease, and the bright smile that returned to her lips told him she bought it.
āBlessing in disguise.ā
āIt definitely was.ā
He let just a hint of the burning intensity he felt for her flicker in his eyes and dropped his voice to a more intimate tone, just to gauge her reaction to the dual meaning. He saw the subtle working of her throat as she swallowed, averting her gaze for a moment as that heat returned to her cheeks. He held his breath, hoping he hadnāt overshot his little experiment too much.
āIā¦I usually go there every Saturday, after Iām done here.ā
He detected a trace of hesitance in her voice, and he could see it when she looked at him again. His lungs were beginning to burn from depriving them of oxygen, but he was waiting to see which direction she was taking with this. She fiddled with one of the fingers of her gardening gloves, a subconscious action heād learned to associate with anxiety or lack of confidence in a situation.
āIf youā¦I meanā¦you just went there this morning, so you might not want-ā
āI could go again.ā
Dex quickly interjected before she talked herself out of what he hoped she was asking.
The apprehension seemed to fade with his reassurance, and as if she held some kind of divinity in her fingertips, the clouds finally divided to let the sunlight slip through when her sweet smile parted her lips, like sheād commanded the heavens to reopen with just one gesture. The golden rays that were suddenly cast upon her face made her look like an angel standing in front of him.
Ma'am I'm about to start calling YOU Bullseye the way you never miss. I was here for The Bodyguard and Chris is very much giving Steven vibes. You really know how to write a deeply unlikeable character haha
you caught me
lmao chris is going to have a much more satisfying fate than steven got I promise y'all that š
