[dolcesaints]

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written for benjamin poindexter & bucky barnes eighteen dex’s north star unlabeled filipina istj she/her daughter of cain mostly for afab readers - sometimes gn talk to me about silver fox poindexter

credits to lili slutdier for the inspiration <3

[icallshtgun]

i'd like to discuss the differences with twins! shane and dex depending on what part of life dex is in. because fbi! dex was more concerned with being normal and wanting normal things. we see him actively trying to mask and trying to work within the law.

which makes me think that shane was probably the more dominant of the two. because mr. "we are who we are" didn't care as much to blend in. maybe he even bullied dex growing up a bit. i remember you mention that shane would try to sleep with or steal girls that dex seemed interested in, as an example. it wouldn't surprise me if the two drift apart in adulthood.

then cut to post fbi or even ddba! dex, who has let go of his inhibitions. he isn't concerned anymore with trying to blend into normal society. he's found his own path that will let him balance the scales. he's more confident and assured. this version of dex is also more dominant and less restrictive to himself. which makes it harder for shane to control, or even bully, him now. he isn't going to let his brother push him around anymore.

so maybe that's the version of dex that is now willing to try and take what shane has going for him. this dex is willing to push back against his brother. in fact, it might even feel a bit cathartic to finally beat shane at his own game and take something that dex feels he doesn't deserve.

also thinking about how ddba! dex is so beefy while fbi! dex was more the size of shane. maybe it's the first time in their life that dex is bigger than shane. which probably annoys shane, especially when his gf can't help herself from giving a couple glances at what this beefier version of her boyfriend looks like.

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oh absolutely agree agree snowflake. shane was definitely the sibling that chased dex around with a knife. Or he'd run and hide with his friends from dex at school💔 i just hc shane as a Bad kid. and absolutely can see dex "getting back" at shane with this newfound confidence.

[babybellabale]

holy fucking. what the fuck. how the fuck. i need air asap. i need this old man NOW

[iicaro]

trans dex getting hard when he does his shot

[dolcesaints]

the world needs this. i need this.

[mattdexx]

and while i’m at it, you ppl need to LAY THE FUCK OFF THE DAMN AI AND EITHER START READING OR WRITING FANFIC LIKE REAL, INTELLIGENT PEOPLE DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[k1swass]

[honeysucklewatr]

18+ | benjamin poindexter doesn’t miss.

he’s always precise. targetted care in his movements like he’s planning what he’ll do before he does it. you find him smiling faintly when you blink at him, stammering at how he’d hit a target so far away.

even if the target was just a garbage can.

at the park, he grabs a stray kite just before it gets out of his reach. the string loosens from a little boys fingers as you walk by. though dex’s hand slips out of his pocket before the boy even lets go and dex’s thick fingers clasp around the string.

you just barely saw him do it, but you did nonetheless.

dex catches cups that you accidentally knock over and doesn’t let them hit the ground. you’ve just drunk a glass of water and mindlessly set it on the corner of the table. dex is already eyeing you from across the room. he crosses before you turn to him and your elbow hits the cup. your eyes shut in anticipation of glass shattering. but instead, he reaches out and catches it behind your back and sets it right back down.

at josie’s, dex doesn’t just hit the red target on the dartboard easily but he’ll also pin things from across the room. when you’re sipping your terrible drink and giggling at your stupidly attractive boyfriend, he’s still throwing darts with his arm around your waist. not missing a single shot. but a hooded figure grabs a purse from a old woman and dashes out from her grip and dex sees it before you do. he throws his dart from across the damn bar and it hits the man, right in his hand holding the purse.

the man screeches in pain, his hand pinned to the splintering wood that was probably older than you. the purse falls from his hand immediately and dex picks it up to return to the older woman. she thanks him graciously and you’re eyeing him with lustful intent as he makes his way back over to you.

“what?” he blinks and freezes at your gaze. “i’m one of the good guys now.”

your eyes trail down his figure and then up again, intensely slow. he blushes hard and tries to hide his growing smile. though you grip at his shirt and urge him closer, rasping his name like a plea and a demand he’d never deny.

“i wanna go home now.”

dex nods quickly and takes your purse in his other hand, ushering you out of the bar as fast as possible.

the apartment door shuts behind the two of you only after you’d already been pushed towards the couch. dex bounces a fidget to you’d bought him off the counter and it hits the front door, pushing it shut hard. his hands on your waist move meticulously as they begin shedding your layers. barely even touching the button of your jeans as he opens and pulls them down. his rough hands trailing stupidly soft up your spine, dragging the fabric and sending shivers up deliciously.

his hips seem to have the same motivation of his mind. precise, perverse, and insatiable.

before you can part your lips to let any sounds out, he swallows them down like something rare. he fills it with little sounds that destroy you instead. his lips like sweet nectar to your sensitive ears that amplify every thought with visions on him.

because dex fucks like he fights—skilled and unfair.

every push of his hips, pressing against yours. every thrust more devastating than the last, stealing your breath repeatedly. over and over. he learns and he adjusts without you saying anything. he listens to your body and to the sounds you make to guide him aimlessly. he smiles when you lose yourself in the feelings. watching you twist just for him to hold you there and keep you from squirming. dimples evident as he laughs lowly and holds your hands above your head.

“right there sweetheart? you like when i touch you there?” cooing by your ear and pulling away to watch. because dex loves to watch.

he’s so precise in his movements that he purposefully touches the depths of you. just enough before it’s too much for you. mouthing down your jaw while he kisses your cervix. letting your moans bless his ears while you clench around him. dex kisses you through it but he doesn’t stop. he keeps moving and teasing. coaxes you through your high and tumbling into a new one while he resumes his ministrations.

he’ll beg you to let him come inside you but you both know you’ll let him anyways.

“let me do it,” he pants against your skin, “let me give you everything.”

the most sultry seduction, wetting his lips as he speaks. the honey tongued words drowning you in bliss as he holds your hips with roughened care. the sound of his skin on yours and the hard muscle of his abs under your fingers when you trail your palms down his torso.

how can you deny him? how can you deny yourself?

you’re nodding before you can think about consequences. you’re trying to wrap your legs around his waist when he pushes them up higher and higher. letting your ankles hang off his shoulders with your knees pressed to your chest.

dex fucks you faster, running his free palm down your bodies to tease you further. rubbing tight circles with his thumb while you fall into a pleasurable pain that you recognized as overstimulation. thrusts sloppy as he loses his own train of thought.

his mind filled with nothing but you, you, you.

his worst obsession. his biggest weakness.

you gasp as you feel him finally let go, painting you white between his shattering, relentless thrusts. pushing back through his broken groans as he pulses against your walls. nothing ever goes to waste with him. he’s precise with where he wants to fill you until you’re dazed. blissed out when he finally stills.

he stays buried inside, hand lifting to grip your cheeks. squeezing just enough to make your lips pout and part to spit directly on your waiting tongue. not letting a drop escape. pulling out with a wet sound you’d burned to memory, he makes quick work to collect the two of you and push it back inside. sealing it with a kiss that stole your breath effortlessly.

dex never misses and he never will.

[dolcesaints]

NIC HOLY SHIT THIS IS TRULY AMAZING

[poindextergirl]

god's country - b. poindexter

if it was harder then / it will be better now for i am here and changed / i couldn't tell you how there before the / grace of god go i / laughing to myself forgetting what about

credit to @novagif for the beautiful image!

tags: dark and religious themes (aka blasphemy) [dead dove do not eat!], ddba!dex x nun!reader, explicit sexual content, catholic guilt, sadomasochism, power play, corruption k*nk, dex & reader are both virgins duh :3, implied age gap (reader in 20s-early 30s), dry humping, fingering (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (4 the love of gawd wrap it up), praise and edging (both receiving), perv!switch!dex (well, yes!), creampie, c0ckwarming, use of "sister" as a pet name (twice; not in sexual context), catholic imagery obv, intentional lowercase, low key religious crisis bc dex is that hot (same gf)

summary: nun!reader finds benjamin poindexter at the altar of her church seeking absolution. ✪

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"i need absolution. i've betrayed people. i've betrayed myself."

his voice skittered across your skin like a flat stone across still waters. the hairs raised on the back of your neck.

your kind eyes widened as the large man turned around to face you, sporting a knife between his fingers. the flickering candlelight from the altar distorted his features slightly, but you made out a wide, jagged scar across his right cheekbone. his brow made a crease in his forehead as curious, fiery eyes studied you. he was in his late thirties or early forties, years decorating his skin. you tried not to entertain the thought that he was handsome.

"can you absolve me of my sins?"

you cleared your throat, heartbeat thrumming in it. "uh, i'm afraid only priests can do so—"

the stranger grinned something wicked, still spinning the silver weapon expertly in his hands. he held it out into the rays of light to purposely catch your gaze. "i'm not too picky."

your eyes stole to the confessional tucked away along the right wall of the church.

"yes. somewhere quiet."

he lumbered toward it, steps heavy on the marble floor like his skeleton couldn't handle the amount of muscle on his body. you followed dutifully, still on your guard given the presence of the knife.

it was late in the evening, almost morning, so the church was mostly empty save for a few lost souls remaining scattered among the pews. the sun had set hours ago, so only the candlelight from the altar lit the room, reflecting off the stained glass windows pleasantly. this was typically when you'd come to pray, but as you were a novitiate, you could use all of the guidance opportunities you could get.

your hand closed around the knob of the left side door and turned, pulling it open to be hit in the face with the scent of myrrh. you nearly coughed, instead letting out a gasp when the stranger slipped in the left side compartment behind you.

"don't worry, i closed the other door."

the smirk on his face stretched too easily. if you weren't nearly a nun, you were certain you'd have put hands on him.

"excuse me, sir, you must go—"

a raised thick eyebrow silenced you as he turned fully towards you. "ain't going anywhere, sister."

you sighed, realizing defeat, and sat down on the bench cushion a few feet away. "i'm not a nun yet. you needn't call me 'sister.'"

"that's why you're in white?" dex remembered sister maggie's black veil well.

you nodded, gaze falling to your twiddling fingers. your veil was stark white, contrasting to the rest of your benedictine black habit, covering your hair and ears to promote modesty. it also signified that you hadn't yet taken your final vows as a nun.

"what brings you to our congregation seeking penance?"

you met his eyes, peering up through your bare eyelashes, and dex's rusty heart stumbled in his chest. after weeks of watching you from afar, he was stunned close up. the tip of the knife he was playing with sunk into his left index finger and he barely registered the pain, entranced by your natural beauty and sincerity.

dex was acutely aware of the amount of space he took up in the confessional room. quite frankly, it was most of it. he loomed over you, craning his neck to fit into the room properly.

something about the way you were looking up at him from your seat had dex's buzzing mind wandering toward desire — something he rarely indulged himself in.

christ. a nun, dex? really?

the taboo of it all had dex's blood pumping faster in his veins. he cleared his throat. "i wish to be free of this guilt."

"guilt for what, mr…?"

"call me dex," he said, moving a few inches further into the confessional. his scent invaded your nose: a clean, woodsy, musky fragrance.

the red and black gems clinked together on the silver rosary chain as you clenched your left fist tight around it, making the sign of the cross over your chest. you kissed your fist, eyes closed, murmuring a silent prayer to st. teresa of calcutta for guidance to help serve others. she had never led you astray before. you willed yourself to take a steady breath and look dex in the eye.

"how does this go…?" dex trailed, baiting you to give him your christian name. you gave it willingly, voice dancing along the incense-threaded air. he repeated it, chewing on it like sinful bubblegum.

you crossed your legs at the sound, squeezing your thighs together, creating accidental, delicious friction under your skirts. with your hands folder over the top, you were certain it went undetected.

you didn't know benjamin poindexter.

he certainly knew you.

dex's eye twitched with the effort of remaining still. his gaze — now hooded — dragged slowly, intentionally, from your clasped hands up your torso, as if he could see straight through the black scapular and habit that covered your holy skin. you felt exposed; laid bare for his hungry eyes to behold you.

clearing your throat, you felt a stubborn blush creep up your neck as dex's focus reached your face.

"t-typically, in confession, a priest will sit on this side while the patron receives penance from the attached room." you gestured to the screen that separated the rooms on the left wall.

"why would i want to go in there to repent when the pretty girl who's gonna save my soul is in here?" he asked, a wild glint reflecting in his eye.

you let out a nervous laugh, blush creeping higher and higher.

dex fell to his knees like a sack of bricks and you swore you heard them crack against the wood floor beneath the worn persian carpet. he held out the small throwing knife to you with both hands in offering, desperately blinking up at you. your delicate fingers closed over his, softly folding over the blade edge as if he were trustworthy.

your sweet voice was melodic in dex's ears. "you'll begin with: 'forgive me, father, for i have sinned.'"

he swallowed, watching your carotid pulse in your neck a little too attentively. his pink tongue darted out to wet his lips, a smirk growing on them. he couldn't believe his own boldness.

"forgive me, father," he repeated with a deep sigh, near short of breath, mind far from christ, "for i have sinned."

"when was your last confession, dex?"

"i've never had the honor, sweetheart," he chuckled, smirk widening at the thought. "you'll be taking my confessional virginity."

your complexion burned shades darker, averting your bashful eyes at his insinuation. your voice squeaked when you spoke.

"oh, okay, well in that case, you may state that for his lordship's ears."

"gladly." you got a perfect view of his muscular throat as dex's head tilted back, adam's apple bobbing. you'd reprimand yourself later for wondering what it might feel like under your lips. "it's my first time, big 'G'. thanks again for sending me your loveliest angel."

dex threw you a charming wink and your lips twitched into a smile.

"i-i thank you f-for your kind words," you stammered.

dex's hands, brandishing the knife and holding your own with a grip you could've escaped, eased into your lap. his chest brushed your knees from his position kneeling on the floor, only centimeters apart now.

"forget about it."

a beat passed. "and if i don't want to?"

another stretch of silence. this time longer, as dex tried to wrap his mind around the situation he found himself in. his greenish gaze bore into yours, flaying you alive layer by layer. a long-forgotten, now-forbidden feeling stirred in your core.

"then don't."

the air in the compact room seemed to still, as if bating it's breath in anticipation. you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"i won't," you whispered, reaching out cautiously to trace his cheek scar. dex froze, soaking in the feeling of your warm, soft, little fingers dancing patterns on his abused skin. he couldn't breathe — not with you touching him, looking at him like he mattered. you could tell he wasn't used to grace.

"tell me your sins, baby," you coaxed softly, comforting him the best way you could think of.

a quiet groan slipped from that back of dex's throat before he could stop it, one of raw pleasure from the pet name.

"hnn…fuck."

"language," you challenged with a dignified, raised brow, despite the disgraceful wetness dripping onto your panties.

"yes, ma'am," dex responded, vast shoulders straightening slightly. his voice rumbled through you deliciously. your knees pressed into his abdomen with how close he leaned now.

benjamin poindexter's eyes flickered back and forth between your kissable lips and the ornate crucifix carving in the wall behind you, and that was the moment he was certain he was going to hell.

you cleared your throat, shifting in your seat again, trying to subtly relieve the tension between your thighs. dex, with his hawk eyes, saw every movement for exactly what it was.

and it was true what they said about him: he did get obsessed fast.

"my sins…" he mused.

"tell me," you prodded eagerly, eyes wide open in youthful anticipation. "tell me the first one that comes to mind."

dex's blonde brows knit together as if he were in pain, leaning into your hand. "wanna kiss you."

your mouth made an "o," plump lips giving dex horrific ideas. you swallowed slowly, feeling sweat begin to bead under the heat of his gaze. shame gnawed at your ankles like a stray animal.

dex pulled you by the wrist within an inch of his face. "now, you can be honest. you can confess. d'you wanna kiss me, sweet girl?"

your teeth sunk into your fat bottom lip in indecision, guilt paralyzing you. what would god think?

"yeah, that's it, i know you do. you can say it, honey. it won't leave this room. you can say you want me, too, 's alright."

a pitiful, borderline-submissive "yes" fell from your divine mouth and dex felt religious all of a sudden. a sick smile settled on his handsome face, eyes fluttering shut in a moment of absolute peace. he was on the righteous path—he was certain.

with no warning, his mouth swept yours up in an exchange of breath and lips and teeth and tongue. you moaned into the kiss — by god, when was the last time you were properly kissed?

the hand you had on dex's cheek slid back into his graying-blonde hair, fingernails gently scratching his scalp. he steeled himself to hold back a moan.

you broke away first, fingers wrapped in rosary ghosting over your swollen lips like a salve. "shit."

dex laughed.

a real, honest-to-christ-himself laugh.

and when the light caught his white, bunny-like smile just like that as he glanced back to you, cupid released his bow, and you were done for.

"tell me," dex's straight nose nudged yours, teasing, "how about you pray for us while i kiss your neck a little?"

"yes." the word tumbled out and you couldn't have stopped it. you were blushing to your hairline by now.

god help you.

dex grinned, highlighting his handsome crows' feet. before you could blink, he switched your positions, so you were now sitting on his lap and he was sitting on the confessional cushion. with no room on the sides to settle properly, your knees bit into his tree-trunk thighs. you heard the thunk of the knife as it fell onto the carpet.

he wasted no time before his lips were back on yours and your head was spinning. your lips clashed together, mouth opening wider so his tongue could dip in and explore. you whined softly into him as an experiment, feeling dex's hold on your waist get tighter, lips get hungrier.

dex's sinful mouth tore across your jaw with abandon. you unconsciously ground your hips against his rhythmically. his cock stirred, already half-hard. shame had you nearly in tears, the stimulation from grinding only adding to your frustration.

he groaned against your delicate skin, tongue licking and swirling, teeth skating and biting over the sweet spot on your neck he found. you arched your chest into his frame.

his whispered plea traveled straight to your cunt, "pray, baby."

you squeezed the rosary beads around your left hand — an anchor of reality — as you looked up and begged st. francis to forgive you on behalf of god. surely he knows better than anyone that you're simply following god's path as it's been laid out for you.

"o-our father, who art in heaven, h-hallowed be thy name."

your voice wavered with pleasure, though somehow not missing a beat even when mischievous fingers teased the hem of your skirt, flirting with your ankle.

"thy kingdom come." a shaky breath loosed through your chest.

"thy will be done, on earth as it is in h—" you bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a moan at the friction against your core, exhaling sharply through your nose. dex smiled against your tender skin. "heaven."

"…'and lead us not into temptation,'" he chorused with you, kissing and suckling just below your ear.

"'but'…what?" dex cooed patronizingly, kitten-licking your earlobe. you were a mess in his arms, purely pliant for him to use and you both knew it.

your traitorous lower lip wobbled as you finished the prayer with him:

"but deliver us from evil. amen."

his cock throbbed below you and dex pulled his leeching mouth off you. a chill raced down your spine at the way his blown pupils drank you in, getting a glimpse of the thing that shifted just beneath his skin and near-black eyes.

you didn't flinch, dex noted.

the calloused fingers playing at your ankle dragged upward, slipping under the fabric and ghosting over your nylon-covered skin, testing the waters. your lashes fluttered shut at the sensation, a gasp stealing into your lungs.

"i confess," dex sighed, "i want more than your lips."

your eyes shot open, brow furrowed in confusion. why? what could he want from you?

before you could raise your concern, dex's hand trailed up your calf, sending electricity through his touch. you were breathless as you maintained eye contact with him, noses inches apart, breathing the same air. your skirt bunched around your waist as dex burrowed further under it, dragging his enormous hand over your knee. your blasphemous core churned and you ground down onto his zipper. the metal bit into your cunt, pulling a moan that sounded like angels singing from you. dex grinned in triumph, climbing higher on your thigh until he reached the lacy edge of your stockings.

his hawk eyes snapped to your thigh, a slow, wolfish smile gracing his features. he looked back up at you without raising his head, words low and broken in your ears.

"tell me you're wearing a fucking garter belt."

he reached the strap connecting the alleged belt to your stockings and hummed down at you, like you were food to play with. a finger slipped between the strap and your smooth, holy skin, and pulled it away just far enough to snap back against your skin audibly.

fth.

it echoed loud — too loud — in the confessional. you bit a sigh as he soothed the reddened skin with brushes of his thumb.

"i may be," you whispered, inhaling sharply as he released the taut strap against your thigh again.

fth.

"fuck," dex sighed, nearly vibrating in restraint. he crashed his mouth to yours before he did something he probably wouldn't regret.

dex's lips were suffocating on you, not realizing his punishing intensity, but dutiful as you were to your congregants, you took what he was willing to give. his rough grip on your plushy thighs would certainly leave bruises in it's wake, but desire had you drunk enough that you couldn't care less.

his soul needed this. you could feel it.

perhaps it truly was god's will that brought the two of you together.

that's what you told yourself over and over again, trying to drown out the whine that stretched through the silence when dex pushed your hips away from his and slipped his hand the remaining distance downward to cup your cunt.

oh.

"shh, stay quiet, pretty girl," dex bit out, feeling blood rush to his cock at the feeling of the soaked lace. "you don't wanna get caught, do you?"

you shook your head 'no' fervently, but felt your cunt betray you, clenching around nothing at the idea.

"mm, maybe you do?" dex teased, cocking his head like a curious dog. you continued to deny it despite your hips' constant bucking, chasing any friction you could get.

his rumbling laugh seemed to echo through you as his fingers ghosted over the bead of your swollen, covered clit. your breath caught in your throat, sparks of pleasure blinding you as dex studied your reactions intensely.

"right there, honey?"

"yes," you exhaled, floating. utter pleasure washed over your face, creasing your brow. dex had the sudden realization that expressions of pain and pleasure are nearly identical. how interesting, the human condition, he thought.

with a smirk, dex set a steady rhythm of circles against the small bundle of nerves.

"feels so good, dex, please don't stop," you whispered.

he groaned sensually, bathing in the praise, thrusting up into nothing. "yeah?"

you nodded your head, a soft sob escaping you. your nails dug into his solid biceps in a desperate attempt to ground yourself, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to muffle your sweet moans. his methodical fingers kept their pace, the pressure delicious on your clit. your hips stuttered as you felt a tightness build in your abdomen.

"please," you begged.

"tell me what you need, sweetheart, use those words."

"more," you said, nearly in tears, "just need more…please…"

dex wasted no time, sliding his middle and ring finger beneath your ruined panties and deep into your desperate pussy. a gasp stole into your chest, throat turning raw. he curled his thick digits toward him, gently stroking the spongy muscle that had your back arching and eyelids fluttering again.

"yeah?" he goaded, "you like that?"

your answering, breathless "yes" made goosebumps erupt on dex's flesh. each sigh and whine from your lips erased any remaining self-doubt in this unfamiliar territory.

his warm, large palm pressed wonderfully against your aching clit, creating the perfect friction when he thrust and curled his fingers inside you. the stimulation was mouth-watering. you clung to dex's broad shoulders, nearly riding his fingers, babbling praise against his neck.

"so good, dex, p-please don't stop."

another chuckle. "i won't, baby, don't worry."

your core felt taut, as if it were an elastic band with too much tension. the pleasure had you taking down big gulps of air, discipline being the only thing standing between you and the moans that threatened to expose you both.

his fingers worked you right to the edge, then you were one, two, three strokes too close, and a panicked look crossed your features. the pressure was too much.

"it's okay." dex's lips brushed the shell of your ear as he spoke. "it's okay, honey, you can let go. you're allowed to feel good."

having permission to turn off your guilt was liberating. pleasure mounting fast like a damn ready to break, you turned your head to look him in the eye. your mouth hang open as you rode the waves of your orgasm all over his hand.

"that's it," he encouraged, voice hoarse, "keep cumming, good girl. that's it."

you didn't feel entirely in control of your own body, as if someone else were jerking your hips against the callouses of his palm. a white-hot sensation exploded within you. the high was overwhelming to your senses; the pleasure deafening. sound tuned out of your ears for a few moments as you squeezed your eyes shut, determined to not let shame ruin the moment.

dex slowed the pumping of his fingers to a halt inside you, feeling your slick walls flutter around him. he barely registered his hips thrusting in tandem with each drag of his digits. it was heaven—your warmth—and dex wanted.

how many of his fantasies involved this? his expert fingers between your holy thighs? he may have lost count. a smirk slid onto his handsome face at the thought that it was between him and god.

he was straining painfully against his jeans' zipper, cock stiff and leaky. a shaking hand guided your smaller one to rest on his bulge. you should have known he'd be well-endowed.

"you feel what you do to me?" he whispered hoarsely.

"yes," you breathed.

his lustful gaze met yours, pupils blown so wide his eyes appeared black in the candlelight.

"can you pray for me, sweetheart? while i fuck you?"

a pathetic noise left you then; somewhere between a whine and an "uh-huh", which, in the end, sounded like a high-pitched "huh." your cheeks blazed in embarrassment, but dex was all smiles.

"yeah?" he teased, nodding as he planted kisses to your cheek.

"please," you managed, mirroring his nods. "please."

"fuck," dex cursed. he pushed his hips out, nodding encouragingly as you undid his belt buckle and zipper. he slid his jeans and boxers out from underneath him, halfway down tree-trunk thighs.

mother mary.

"you're stunning," you complimented, and it might have been a trick of the light, but you swore color reached dex's scarred cheeks. "it's true: he made us all in his perfect image, of course, but you are…something."

a coy smile met his pink lips and your heart did a flip in your chest. he wasn't used to flattery, you could see it.

frantic eyes tracked your movements as your soft hand closed around his girthy cock. your cheeks burned feeling his slight twitch at your touch. you watched pre-cum dribble down his thick shaft and swallowed the mounting spit in your mouth.

you met dex's captivating eyes once more and lifted yourself, adjusting to sit just above the tip of his cock. he kissed you with a passion you felt from the inside, hot tongue licking into your mouth. strings of wetness fell to cover him, tip teasing your clit and entrance methodically.

you felt like the whore of babylon as he parted your lips beneath your panties and pushed inside past your reborn virginity. sex in a confessional. what the hell were you thinking? god would never forgive you.

then again, he hadn't seemed to forgive you for much of anything recently. what was one more sin?

you grasped the edge of your white veil and pulled it clean off. letting it fall behind you, you leaned into dex. in turn, he sank you further down on his length, stretching you from the inside.

"dex," you whispered between sweet gasps. your fingers grazed his lips, hovering just centimeters from your own.

sweat slid down his forehead, the heat between you two in the confined space overwhelming. his mouth hanged open, cock throbbing inside you as he struggled to breathe. it struck you in that moment that you may be taking his virginity, too.

"it's okay, sweetheart," you said, pressing soft, gentle kisses to his mouth. he deserved a good first experience, too, as far as you were concerned. your hand stroked his hair on instinct as you began slowly moving your hips against his. "it's okay. it feels good for me, too."

you paused, letting him adjust to your heat. now was as good as any to pray for him, for both of you, at this point. your sweet voice was saintly in his ears:

"hail, mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee. blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, jesus. holy mary, mother of god, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.  amen."

dex let out a sob as you began moving again and you slapped your unoccupied hand over his big mouth. surprise lit up his face at your aggression, reading the don't get us caught in your gaze. his dark eyes twinkled with something akin to approval. you felt the edges of his lips curl beneath your palm, so you took that as permission to do as you pleased.

and god certainly knew you would. you threw your head back, bottom lip tugged between your pearly whites, as dex bottomed out. his tip kissing your cervix, one arm slithered around your waist to pull you tight against him while his other hand rested on your hip. you lifted yourself slowly until only that aching tip remained inside, feeling the thick veins along his cock pulse. dex let out a low groan, vibrating against your hand, as you pushed back down and he hit deep inside once again. desperation knit his brows together, coloring his doe eyes something beautiful. he looked like a fallen angel; lucifer if he begged for forgiveness.

you built a gradual rhythm as you rode him. dex thought none of the church choirs in the world sounded as good as the little moans slipping out of you, the delightful harmony of wet sounds from where you two met sending shivers down his reinforced spine.

he pulled your hand away from him, only for a moment.

"this what you needed?" his deep voice was wrecked, cracking at the high point in 'need.' you felt yourself clench around his cock at the sound. "this what you meant by 'more'? just needed to get fucked?"

you nodded enthusiastically, only able to manage a quiet "mhm." your mind was as scrambled as your eggs this morning. your grip tightened in his hair as he watched you heatedly, intently, breath coming out in sharp, short pants through his straight nose.

dex craned his head, mouth meeting the spot just below your ear. "i know it feels good, baby…i know…i know."

your arms lost their fight at his words, wrapping around his shoulders in comfort and surrender as he met your thrusts. you muffled your uncontrollable moans against the smooth skin of his neck.

"f-fuck, that's it, honey, don't stop," he whispered. "please, just don't stop."

you could only sob promises into his leather jacket that you wouldn't as you bounced up and down on him. the musky, salty fragrance of him invaded your nose and you drank it in, pressing closer like you couldn't get enough. dex found a wicked grin creeping onto his features at the pleasure you derived from his body—from him.

how many times had he not found sleep until he had a hand around himself, stroking at the thought of you and your righteousness?

his north star.

a shattered moan left him then. the poor thing so drunk on pleasure that he didn't notice how close he already was.

"shit, i'm…" dex wheezed. you were nodding, grinding on the panties that bunched near your swollen clit.

"me too, dex." hearing your broken voice had him on edge.

"oh," he moaned, eyes rolling back until they closed. dex could only whisper now. "so close, so fucking close…need you…need you to cum, baby."

"yeah?" you teased, echoing his tactic from earlier. he whined in response, bucking wildly, muscles flexing. your hips began to shake as that elastic sensation tightened in your core, each stroke hitting your g-spot, rubbing your clit delectably.

your fingertips sank deep into dex's arms, trying to anchor yourself to him. he welcomed the biting pain from your nails, surely leaving crescent indents beneath his shirt.

"just a little longer," you nearly wept, "you can do it."

"i-i can't," dex groaned, "'s too good."

"yes, you can," you encouraged, trailing sweet kisses up and along his strong jaw: now ticking, grinding hard in patience. if there was one thing dex was used to, it was patience. maybe he could edge himself inside you, hovering on absolute bliss, the masochism written all over his pretty face. after all, he had waited this long. dex steeled his remaining self-discipline and nodded, arms lifting your waist, up and down, just so, to hit the spot inside you hard enough to have your toes curling in your mary janes.

the sight was more erotic than dex could have ever imagined: you, hair loose on your shoulders, arms thrown around him, rosary tickling his ear, as you rode him, habit dress still on, with shaking legs, your pace becoming sloppy, and that same, beautiful look on your face as you neared orgasm once again.

"dex, i'm…" you exhaled, hovering on that cliff you so desperately wanted to tumble over with him.

"that's it. go 'head, angel, cum all over me."

the filth of his words and tone of his voice—the raw command in it—had your walls gushing around him instantly. dex crashed his sinful mouth to yours to swallow each others' moans as you came simultaneously. you cried out against him, pussy soaking, milking him. a warmth filled you from within, his cock throbbing while his balls emptied.

a thin layer of sweat covered you both as you fought to catch your breath. euphoria had your head in the clouds, resting your forehead gently against his. dex shuddered in your arms, his whole body twitching with pleasure. you thought he looked the most handsome like this: relaxed, without a sneer or scowl to be seen, his beautiful face free of worry.

he let out the softest of whines when you met him with a chaste kiss. your arms tightened around him, cradling his clear head gently. dex leaned into you, then, as well. his tongue explored your mouth lazily as your shaking pace slowed. the buzzing plaguing him earlier was silent now, chased away by sweet release.

dex felt obsession crawling under his skin like it was sentient. his desires were suffocating him and he could only get one thing straight: he wanted you, this, forever. he was on the divine path, now certain that you were a part of it. even better, a willing part of it.

your lips left his and pressed against his slick forehead in forgiveness.

“god has forgiven your sins. you may go in peace.”

a low chuckle sent a shiver through you. the pleasure coursing through his veins fueled his boldness. "i ain't going anywhere, sweetheart."

the bright smile that touched your lips was undoubtedly an act of god, dex thought. he could get used to it.

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a/n: hey guys i'm going to hell! pls forgive me for the amt of blasphemy. this wasn't requested i'm just a fucking freak. god 2x02 had my head SPINNING i couldn't write this fast enough but i wanted it to be Perfect, so i've been working on this for a minute. was this tew much? *elijah wood voice* maybe!

either way i hope u dexxed it. ;) #we'reback

pls lmk your thoughts! and as always, asks and requests r opennn! :)

xoxo, b

poindextergirl™ 2026. do not feed my work into ai, repost, or translate my work. reblogs are very much appreciated! ♱

[dolcesaints]

don’t sink in me with ur dog teeth </3

ethel and dex is my niche this is immediately going to be in my favs

[homiesexuallaj]

finding a potential good fic to read, only for them to refer to dex as “ben” 😭 guys. he doesn’t like being called ben. that was established in daredevil season 3

[dolcesaints]

i definitely understand what you mean, i just didnt think that coming into the tag x reader for every writer to see was a particularly kind thing to do :) also, you don’t know what people have been through, why they might like dex’s characters or why they even might write him the way they do ! i think the dr.mercer scene can be interpreted in many different ways and not just 'dex is scared so that leads to him laying a hand on someone' i definitely am not trying to police you or your writing!! that‘s not my intention at all. dex is simply a complex character who‘ve never seen in a romantic relationship before, so to come online and insuate that people aren’t writing him accurately simply because he‘s not abusing his s/o just seemed wrong to me!!

to start, i don’t condone in abuse at all. i know first hand how it feels to be in a relationship like that even if it’s not a romantic one. i added the “hot take” at the very start of my post because it is simply opinions based, not something factual to start threading into writer’s creativity. i wasn’t insinuating that people were writing him wrong, it’s a hot take because it’s a debatable opinion i stated directly. insinuate ≠ hot take. (pls look up the definition first 😞 no hate lolol)

i take it you misread my tone in my post because if i am being honest, saying that i don’t like how he’s written out of character was a stretch because dex is a complex character and in my opinion, i don’t think he’s capable of even having a significant other, especially ddba dex, but that’s not gonna stop me and other authors to self indulge and write him a little bit out of character to fit in with the plot, consequently, that’s why there’s an x reader tag.

i added the tags because it is about him and if someone disagrees with my opinion/my headcanon then keep in mind the first rule of fanfiction (dl;dr) they can just scroll past it. easy and done. i do apologize if i sounded tone deaf, again, it wasn’t my intention.

[dolcesaints]

you do know that you could just write your own fic? i‘m not saying i disagree or agree with you, but it’s seems unnecessarily rude to complain about something that most writers do in the dex x reader tag!!! everyones allowed to have their own headcanon. but you’re insuating that dex would be phsyically abusive and its really not that hard to think about why people might not wanna write their fictional crush to be abusive :) it‘s quite a tone deaf thing to say and i‘m sure if you just put a little effort you could find a bunch of dex fics to your liking.

i do understand where you’re coming from. i wasn’t complaining 😭 i also stated that i’m not there to hate on any authors nor that i’m unappreciative of their works.

i do apologize if i came out as tone deaf, that i sincerely apologize for but i don’t want to erase how he is as a character because i am pretty aware that dex is not the greatest person ever and that’s why i love him for his complexity. <3 and i’m sure others do too!

if you want your fictional crush to be this sweet guy, you are allowed to headcanon him as such just like what i do sometimes.

as he was with dr. mercer, i simply pointed it out. (that scene where she was telling him disappointing news and he lost control of his emotions and took out her breathing tube with the intent to kill her.) my train of thought went: she was his north star for the longest time so why would he do that to her? hence why i concluded how he would be IF reader was his north star (especially fbi dex when he was more aggressive.)

i still am entitled to my own opinion and i will write as much as i want about him and his character and you can scroll past or interact with my posts if it appeals u in any way but i won’t apologize for using the x reader tags of dex and i will continue to use it. no hard feelings. <33

[dolcesaints]

I saw the post where u said you can’t see the new Dex having a North Star, and tbh I also agree. I just don’t know if he could have any form of romantic relationship either tbh. I mostly see him and Matt be in super intimate scenes and it looks almost like they want each other bad 😭 like a toxic ex situationship that’s now filled with resentment lol. Anyway, do you think it’s possible for him to have any romantic feelings/relationships now? From what I’ve seen, he seems like he’s ready to die. Like not thinking/capable of anything else other than revenge and death

born again dex is in way too over his head to even think of having a relationship but i love me some ddba!dex x reader fics written by some of the worlds most talented authors tho YUMMYYYY okay, i’m getting sidetracked because im a yappatron 3000 </3

i don’t think he’s capable of having a north star, much more than a romantic partner, but knowing marvel i have a feeling that they will set him up with someone. i’ve heard about the lady bullseye rumors, i know they don’t have a romantic relationship in the comics and that she only looks up to him because he saved her life once but i have a feeling this will be a nat/yelena or nat/alexei situation where they bend canon relationships in the comics—especially since wilson’s been advocating for dex to have a partner

and as much as i love dexmatt, i don’t think marvel will actually push them to be together because of karedevil… (sue me but i hate that ship so much im so sorry)

and yes, i think he’s really just ready to give up, looking for an excuse to khs and i just beg marvel not to go in that direction (though i doubt they will) because i love that man so much

wait now that i’m thinking about it i’m lowkey getting kinda scared for dex in s3 if he’s ready to just go 💔

[dolcesaints]

What did this Dexter do and why does everyone love him? I keep seeing people post about him, specifically people I follow, and I understand he’s in Daredevil but I have NO idea who is he. I’m curious.

oh i could go on and on talking about benjamin poindexter. he’s bullseye from daredevil. this post practically sums him up

lol im kidding but he’s such a complex character, either u get it or u don’t and i absolutely love him because of it. i highly do suggest you watch daredevil, he appears in s3, it’s one of the best season ever.

and also cause wilson bethel’s acting is amazing and he’s like super hot which makes me love dex even more <3

[dolcesaints]

Ur so real like I really wanna read some cannon Dex fics just to see what would happen between him and his girl (even though I already kinda know how he’d be in a relationship). I love psychoanalyzing Dex because would he go far enough to “accidentally” kill his ‘north star’ from a burst of emotion he had? Idk but I think he’s such an interesting character to think about. Like is he even capable of having some form of healthy love for someone? Also I’m new as hell I’ve only binge watched the born again series and I’ve only researched a small amount of his lore lol

i would glady write that into a full fic (i just need to find the time to write it but trust i have some wips of dex.) he’s such an interesting character that every decision he makes is really just up for interpretation. but in my opinion, i don’t think he would go as far as to accidentally killing his north star though i wouldn’t be so surprised if he would. i think he’d realize especially when you’re begging for him to release u (in this case, i’m thinking of him choking his north star but not in a kinky way u freaks) he would come to his senses most likely and apologize while crying into ur chest, staining ur clothes with his tears. god i love writing pathetic men.

+ he would be avoidant with u the next day while also simultaneously trying to make it up in his own awkward way.

like leaving u flowers without any notes whatsoever but you just know that it’s him or organizing ur kitchen that doesn’t need organizing just because he wants to for you

i wrote this with fbi dex in mind, i can’t really imagine born again dex with a north star tbh.

[dolcesaints]

you're so right on that take. my man def grabbed julie to make her listen to him and probably only let go of her cause they were in public and the fbi was working in that hotel, couldnt make a scene there

TY ANON i thought i would be dragged out of this app when i posted that but he would def put his hands on u if you’re in private. he’s not innocent but i love my man that way </3

[faultychae]

dex stronger than me because imagine you are Benjamin Poindexter, your parents DIED and your perfect game got RUINED so you KILLED your coach, you are MENTALLY ILL but your THERAPIST DIED, you turned to a stable job to keep you sane but they FIRED you and your HOMEGIRL GOT KILLED on top of being used by a BALD ASS MF. you are JOBLESS and FRIENDLESS and A FUGITIVE and BLOND and a BOTTOM and a SUB and your hot enemy keeps ORDERING YOU AROUND and you LIKE IT but he wants you DEAD also. now you work for the GOVERNMENT.

[dolcesaints]

this is actually the plot of daredevil s3 and born again btw ☝️☝️

[dolcesaints]

hot take: whenever i read an x reader fic of dex and his north star (especially fluffy domestic ones which is ironic because it’s dex we’re talking about) it’s always so out of character for him.

i’m so tired of the “dex will never do that to u” narrative. YES HE WOULD. unintentionally, maybe, but still. i get that he wants a north star and would do anything to keep that person in arms reach but did we also forget that whenever he looses control he would def put hands on u??? like what he literally did to dr mercer.

he would probably take a moment to cry and apologize for hurting you when u finally tell him to stop because at the end of the day, that man is pathetic and i luv him for it <3

no hate to all the authors who’ve written about dex being this way, i indulge myself in those fics and i enjoy most of them. this is not me bitching about soft kitten dex because i still do like the fics but it’s also just me moaning about how i could possibly get a very masochistic fic of him because ik the dexnation is freaky in a dead dove being eaten kinda way.