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maayhemi

fbi! dex who cannot calm himself down until he sucks on your tit... i am unwell

(18+)

UGHH him dialing you with shaking fingers and calling you just to literally beg you to come over...

all he can think about when he gets in moods like this where he can't think straight is you. all that's on his mind is you calming him down and helping him breathe.

when you do knock on his door he pulls you inside immediately, wrapping you in a crushing embrace and burying his flushed, wet face into the crook of your neck. he's blabbering out incoherent words, just unable to get a breath in and clinging onto your shirt like you're the only things keeping him grounded. shaking like a leaf and sobs wracking his body. you're unable to even get a word in from how fast all this has happened, it's not the first time though.

his hands move to paw desperately at your clothed tits, trying to free them from your tank top and latch his mouth onto something. he's just freaking out so much you have to take hold of his wrists and physically slow him down. "dex– baby, let's just sit down, okay?" he's already visibly calming down at the soothing sound of your voice, nodding wordlessly and following you as you lead him to the couch.

he's sniffling and licking his lips once you sit him down on the couch and straddle him, his hands going to your hips instinctively. when you work your tank top up enough so that a tit is freed, he's immediately diving in and latching his mouth around your hard nipple, sucking and moaning around the sensitive bud. it brings him so much comfort, he doesn't even remember what he was upset about when he gets his mouth onto you, licking and suckling around you. your fingers cars through his hair and manicured nails scratch at his scalp, pulling a drawn-out whine from him. you can feel him chub up under your leg, but you know all he's focused on is calming down, he can deal with all that later. he's whining little thank you's and squeezing at the fat of your hips.

after a while he just lets you hold him while he closes his eyes and falls asleep with his lips still attached to your nipple, tear marks staining his cheeks, his eyes red-rimmed. he feels so safe with you, and you somehow always manage to calm him down, every time, without fail.

ma66it

im dexing it

dexgirlfriend

dex's morning routine — with a twist!

usually, he'd wake up at six on the dot, but that's before. now, it's maybe a quarter past seven when he shoves at you again, gentle. he'd be stressed if it was anything else, but your touch, your presence is enough to distract him. your eyes are still closed, and you swing a leg over his again—his hand comes up instantly, thumb smoothing over the skin just by the hem of your sleep shorts—and you drag your mouth down his neck.

"baby," he groans, and you sigh into his skin, it's too early. he resorts to pleading. "i need to get up, i'm sorry, i love you—"

"if you really loved me, you'd stay in bed with me," you grumble, shifting your leg so his fingers slip under the fabric. tempting. he wants to take the bait, he almost does—and then he slides your leg off, slips out from where your head is on his chest (there's a sticky patch right across his pecs where you drooled in your sleep; for someone who moves around a lot at night you sure do attach yourself to him securely) and pats you once on the shoulder like a work colleague before he sits up on the edge of the bed, back to you. you almost start crying before the broad expanse of his (clothed, unfortunately) back shifts your attention from loss of boyfriend to need to bite, yum.

when he stands up, stretching, the joints of his back crack like mini gunshots. you roll over and swat his ass, and he yelps at the contact, the sound tumbling out unbidden before he can stop it. you snicker, slightly more awake than before, and he turns around to glare down at you before it melts into something softer, more besotted. gorgeous, he murmurs. you don't know what he's seeing in you right now, messy and sleep-deprived, but you won't question it. not when he looks at you like that.

dex tugs off his shirt, grimacing as it separates slowly from his skin, and stumbles into the bathroom, still rubbing at his eyes. you take the loss and follow him, zoning out against the door frame as he takes care of his business, before sitting down on the closed toilet seat. from here, you get a remarkable view of both his back and front, all of his rippling muscle as he brushes his teeth and shaves. you brush yours too, if only so that you can scam a quick make out from him. he kisses you hungrily, hands grabbing at your hips, breath hitching when you drag your nails down his abs. he tastes too much like mint and not enough like him but you're too far gone to care. this time, he's the one trying to keep you a moment longer, chasing your lips and giving you the best puppy eyes he can muster when his eyes are glazed over and his lips are all pink and swollen. and then he pretends that none of this phased him and goes on his merry way like you didn't just readjust the axis of his world with your hands alone.

breakfast is much of the same, stealing kisses from him where he stands at the stove between sips of coffee while he complains about you not allowing him to focus completely on the eggs. you watch him fondly; he's such a good househusband when he's not out killing people. but no one's perfect, right?

halfway through his workout, you finally win him over; he abandons all pretenses and lets you kiss him silly right there on the floor, acting like this isn't what he's been waiting for the whole time.

for those of you concerned about my disappearance: it's really hard to write fanfiction because i'm watching criminal minds rn (started ~10 days ago?) and im on s3 and spencer reid makes my 🅱️enis hard so i can't think of much else. with that being said, requests are still open, reblogs are welcome, etc! 624 words iloveyoudex

tanya-is-dead

fbi!dex and his first time asking you to sit on his face.

You are riding Dex, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Your hips moving back and forth, eyes locked on his, breathing heavy. His hands grabbing your thighs firmly. He looks up at you with all the love and tenderness in the world. “S-sit on my face” he mumbles, heart hammering in his chest. You stop rocking your hips, looking at him with wide eyes because usually he is not the one to suggest something new in bed. “You sure?” you whisper looking at him, trying to find any sign of regret but he nods, excitement and desire flashing behind his eyes. And you get off him, positioning yourself on his face. He holds your hips still with his strong hands, tongue working on your clit, sucking and licking. It feels so good you start riding his face, holding his hair tight. He can cum just from you saying yes to sit on his face but actually riding it melts his brain completely. His cock twitching from all the whimpers and soft whines coming from your mouth. The way you move your hips on his face and your tight grip on his hair makes him fuck the air. And then you reach behind to grab his cock, pumping it with your hand up and down and he just can’t hold it anymore. He grunts against your cunt and cums in your hand without warning. And he feels so ashamed and guilty and hates himself for finishing like that. “Sorry… It was just too much” he whispers covering his eyes with his hands when you get off him. And you just reassure him softly and lovingly “it’s okay, Dex. It’s okay” while peppering his face with kisses, letting him know that next time you’ll try it again.

beafond

𝓗𝙄𝙎 𝓦𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ) benjamin poindexter x black cat!reader. scratching , reader has claws , mention of blood , unprotected sex :p that’s kinda it, other than sex obviously. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

Dex is everywhere—his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your throat, his cock buried so deep inside you that you can feel him pulsing with every ragged inhale. His hips roll into you with a rhythm that’s almost cruel, each thrust forcing a gasp from your lips, your back arching off the bed like you’re trying to escape—or maybe just take more.

“That feel good?” His voice is a low murmur, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hand slides from your waist to your thigh, hooking your leg over his hip. The angle changes, and fuck—his cock sinks even deeper, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and your claws itch to come out and play.

“Yeah,” you breathe, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. Your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking hard enough to make his scalp prickle, before they slide down to his back—broad, muscular, begging for it. His skin is slick with sweat, the perfect surface for your claws to dig in.

And then his free hand finds your clit.

His thumb is rough, calloused, and he doesn’t tease—he attacks. Circles, pressure, the perfect amount of friction to send sparks shooting through your nerves. Your body tenses, your breath hitching as pleasure coils tight in your gut. You’re so close, and the way he’s fucking you—hard, relentless, like he’s trying to brand you from the inside out—only makes it worse.

His thumb flicks, just right, and the dam breaks.

Your claws snap out, sharp and eager, and you rake them down his back without warning. The burn is immediate, searing lines of fire blooming across his skin. Dex hisses, his body jerking forward, his cock twitching inside you as the pain shoots straight to his dick. “Fuck—Jesus fuck—” His voice is a groan, half-pleasure, half-pain, and you can feel the way his cock hardens even more, like the burn is the best fucking aphrodisiac he’s ever had.

His hips stutter, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release. “Again,” he demands, his voice rough. “Do it again.” And you do, because you love the way his body reacts—the way his muscles tense under your nails, the way his breath hitches, the way his cock throbs inside you like it’s begging for more.

You drag your sharp nails down his back again, deeper this time, and Dex groans, his hips snapping forward as he bottoms out inside you. His tip nudges that spot, the one that makes your vision whiten and your body clench around him like a vice. You come hard, your claws digging in as your orgasm rips through you, your walls milking his cock as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

Dex isn’t far behind. His breath is ragged, his body trembling as he slams into you one last time, his release spilling inside you with a groan that sounds like it’s been torn from his throat. He collapses on top of you, his skin slick with sweat and a bit of blood, his cock still twitching as the aftershocks hit.

“Fuck,” he pants against your neck, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You ruin me.”

And you know he means it as a compliment.

gemmawritess

Pleas of Devotion synopsis: You see a new side of your boyfriend after an argument Warnings: Nothing, I think! word count: around 640 Gemma says, Wow who would've thought that I'm posting again!! First fic back so I apologise for me being rusty and the fact I actually haven't written for Dex before. :)

Dex has seen you angry, whether that be at others or even an anger directed towards him. Regardless, he’s seen you angry, and he’s talked you out of it.

This time though, it was different. It was an anger that was scaring him because it was an anger that was ignoring him.

nucl3arxxiv

🎯😷

quasarr-r

Benjamin ‘Dex’ Pointdexter headcannons

A/n: first writing post on this account kinda nervous hehe. Pointdexter you have bewitched me with your psychopathic tenancies and sweet little grin, I’ve started writing something long form for him too but going to warm up with some hc first! Happy Friday :p

Tags/warnings: Benjamin Pointdexter x afab!reader, Dex being possessive, a little controlling, stalking tendencies, general Dex stuff.

Sfw

⌖ big sweet tooth, you’ll often find him sucking on a sour sweet barley making a face at the taste.

⌖ is very attentive overbearing needs to be in or orbiting around your space constantly.

⌖especially if you’re ill he’s there every hour on the hour with meds, food, water, making sure you’re getting enough rest; anything and everything you could need. Sometimes gets to point where you want to tell him to go away, but even if you do, he won’t, he’ll linger near doorways just to watch the rise and fall of your chest.

⌖clean and methodical to a point where it’s diagnosable, its more than likely a hand off of his BPD but if this man looses his routine, he’s off for the rest of the day. It’s strict, thorough that when you two do move in together he struggles a lot to try and fit his routine in along side yours, he gets there slowly.

⌖ Dex is the type to pull you back in to bed in the morning, arms wrapped firmly around your waist, head snuggled in to the crook of your neck and mumble a “don’t go to work today, stay with me” you smile, it’s cute, and you’ll yield for another 5 minutes before you actually do need to get up. Little do you know, he’s not joking, he can support you both easily, you both know that. And with you home he can keep an eye on you, keep you safe.

⌖ Dex knows you well, maybe too well. He knows how you take your tea in the morning, and has it in a thermos waiting on the counter top for you . He knows when you should take your pills every morning and when you actually do, and if it strays past that time, he’ll walk over to you, the little tinks of the tablets hitting against the plastic holder, he’ll slide them towards you across the table, along with a glass of water and a small knowing smile. But he also knows more personal things, things maybe he shouldn’t know, but he does because he needs too. Needs to worm his way under your skin, carve bits of him in to every bit of your life.

⌖doesn’t sleep well, jerks himself awake with muscle spasms, sits up with a start gasping in lungfuls of air as his brain replays scenes that scare him half to death over over like bad re runs of a show he knows like the back of his hand. The only thing that eases it is when he’s next to you, he knows it sounds cliché but after sleeping like a baby for a few nights with you he hasn’t been the same. When you left and he went to bed that night he was a woken up after an hour, the rest of the night he had broken and fragmented sleep.

snwfairy

benjamin poindexter x reader | 18+, 422 words.

i just know dex would absolutely love cockwarming. he wants to be close to you so bad. if he could go his whole life never separating from you, he would. i feel like he wouldn't really get the point of cockwarming at first. i mean, moving is a pretty big part sex and giving each other pleasure, why would he just want to sit there?

then you convince him to try it and he just immediately loves it. because somehow he's even closer to you than he was before. how much closer can you get than being literally inside you? it's almost like being a part of you.

the first couple of times that you do it, he doesn't have the patience. dex tries his best but you just feel so good. after a couple minutes of being inside you, dex starts bucking his hips into you. groaning into your shoulder about how he's "sorry, just feels so good inside you. can't help myself. you make me go crazy."

dex's favorite time do it is during mundane times. he loves how intimate it feels. it becomes such a normal thing that he doesn't even ask, it's just an unspoken thing that you can tell he wants whenever he holds you close and pulls your hips close to his. fingers sliding beneath your band to check if your wet before he pulls your panties and shorts to the side and slides into you.

when he's had a rough day, dex finds you and immediately melts when your gentle hands touch him. tentatively wrapping his arms around you while his lips find yours. mumbling against them how he "needs to be close" to his girl so bad. so you lay down with him, brushing his hair back while his head rest against your chest. all his stress dissipating as he closes his eyes and imagines that he's part of you.

and at night, when the two of you curl up to go to sleep. sometimes you'll invite him to slip his cock into you. the two of you drifting to bed with him still inside you.

you feeling so deliciously and satisfyingly full from the feel of him. dex feeling so warm, it makes him so good inside to know you want him so badly too that you'll let him stay inside through the night like this.

*: ꔫ :* thanks for reading! use the link below if you'd like to see more of me <3 homepage.

nucl3arxxiv

live in this world now btw

interloved

thinking about hyper codependent!benjamin poindexter who cannot do anything without you…

super clingy. dex follows you everywhere, and when i say everywhere, i mean… everywhere. if you’re going to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water, he is there. if you leave the room to charge your phone, he is there. even if you excuse yourself to the bathroom to pee, he is there, following you around like a newborn puppy. that man has severe separation anxiety :(

not quite submissive in bed but not super dominant either. dex is more of a gentle dom service top. he wants to endear himself to you, make you in love with him; something he thinks he will only achieve by pleasing you. that is something you’ve been trying to tell him is not necessary—you love him for who he is, and you’ve been trying to tell him that no matter how he messes up, you’ll still love him. that your love isn’t given with conditions. every time the two of you breach this topic, he nods his pretty little head, but the words don’t seem to actually reach him. it’s like dex processes these words, files them away, but doesn’t take them to heart. like he is still afraid that as soon as he makes a mistake, you’ll dip. but with time, with lots and lots and lots of reassurance, words of affirmation and encouragement, he will unlearn this behaviour. just be patient with him <3

dex could never hurt you during sex or initiate it, but if you were into it, he would reconsider. still, dex being dex, he would still be afraid of doing something wrong and scaring you away that he would just let you lead him in doing it. like when he’s thrusting so deep in you that your legs are shaking, and you gently intertwine your palm with the back of his hand, guiding it to your throat… dex won’t admit it, but it kinda really fucking turns him on.

lowkey likes watching you sleep. it’s hella creepy, he knows, and it’s why he’ll always do this in secret. it’s something he’s embarrassed of, something he doesn’t want you to ever find out. but he’s just so fond of your sleeping facial expressions. most of the time, he just admires the way you look during your sleep, relaxed and comfortable and entirely at peace. privately, he thinks it’s so adorable.

dex is sort of like a crow in his love. he’ll rarely say the words “i love you”, but he will shower you with gifts and buy you things that remind him of you the same way some crows bring their favourite humans trinkets. he’ll dance around it, too. like when you’re coming home, you see this inconspicuous, tiny thing on the table. no note, no previous text from dex, no nothing. it’s just there. and when dex comes home, and you’ve unwrapped it and are squealing with joy as you give him kisses and hugs, he’ll act clueless. dropping words like, “huh… hasn’t that been sitting on the table since yesterday?”.

dex is no stranger to feeling alone. it is because of this that he always makes sure to check in on you. usually, when you wake up, he’s already gone, but there’s traces of him everywhere: a little ‘good morning’ note next to your bedside table or a breakfast on a plate in the kitchen, still warm and fresh. during work, he often sends you texts. it’s a common occurrence for your phone to light up with a little ‘ping’ during your shift, with a super dry and vaguely cryptic text like “requesting update.”, and even though he writes like he’s drafting a professional email to his supervisor, it makes you smile. it shows you dex cares, and boy, if only you know how much he cares—the things he would do for you.

all in all: dex is the best boyfriend ever. he comes with a lot of perks like, he’s surprisingly good at fixing stuff and repairing things, and, of course, the fact that he’s super, incredibly, out-of-this-world level handsome.

take under advisement that he requires plenty of kisses (emphasis on PLENTY!), hugs and encouragement, and you’ll be good to go!

brokenbleedingwings

Dex and a pheromone perfume…

“Hey baby?” You call for Dex, a box sits on the table in front of you as you bite your lip waiting for him.

“I’m here.”

“I got this new perfume and I really want your opinion.” You say opening the box.

He pulls a chair and sits patiently. Just staring at the edge of the table.

You hold the perfume delicately before applying it on your wrist. “Smell this.”

Dex grabs your wrist, bringing it to his nose. He takes a small sniff. And then another one. Then a longer one.

“You smell really fucking good.”

“Really?” You snatch your hand from him, now applying on your neck.

“Really.” Dex stands suddenly, holding your wrist.

His nose crashes into your neck as he keeps smelling. “Why is it this good?”

“It’s new.” Dex brushes his nose against a ticklish spot making you giggle.

“That’s enough, Benny."

“No, it’s not.” His voice is muffled, now pressing kisses on you.

In a swift motion, he carries you with your thighs around his waist to the bedroom.

“Dex, the video!”

“Fuck the video.”

Frankcas: i dont need a perfume to sniff you

⤷bendex: you will not be able to cause i’m gonna break your fucking nose.

Multifandombitch: folded under 0 pressure…

⤷bendex: fuck you mean 0 pressure??that’s my fucking wife.

Viamars: who topped this time🫩

⤷bendex: not telling but my wrists are burning.

The baddest(pronounced tia): how do you keep him in check queen

⤷bendex: she beats me.

Mirrormirror: 'fuck the video' oooo i see you mr yn

⤷bendex: no, you don't. But I definitely can see you.

Karenp: he's so easy

⤷bendex: now who the fuck got you tiktok

⤷karenp: frank

Masterlist

brokenbleedingwings

MASTERLIST ☘️

How dex is in your comments on tiktok

Do you wish you were tall?

Telling Dex a man is waxing you

Posting dex to ‘pussy out his ass to sleep’

Dex posting you in your roughest state

Recording in the shower prank

A man hits on you

Dex uploading wedding pictures to prove a point

Mr y/n

Answering questions about each other

⤷Reacting to the comment on this

Wiping the straw after he drink

Aggressively kissing dex suddenly

Calling him 'friend'

Slutty dress

Calling him husband pre-marriage

Dex being shady

Pheromon perfume on Dex

Frank gets the chair

You fake being insecure

scary dog privilege

Your 'why'

Dex sees an edit of you and Frank

Giving Dex a collar

Jello chicken

Dex and love island

clawxmoon

your boots slam against the rooftops, each landing sending a jolt through your aching legs. rain-slick concrete threatens to send you over the edge with every jump, but you don’t slow down. behind you, heavy footsteps follow relentlessly, close enough that you can hear the man’s ragged breathing.

“come on…” you mutter, launching yourself onto the next building with a stumble. your shoulder clips the ledge, fingers barely catching the edge before hauling yourself up.

suddenly, a sharp metallic shing slices through the night. the footsteps stop behind you. you freeze, chest heaving, and slowly glance over your shoulder. the man chasing you crumples onto the rooftop without another sound.

another soft metallic swing echoes somewhere above. you look up just in time to see a familiar figure step out from the shadows, casually twirling a bloodstained knife before resting it across his shoulder.

“you looked like you had it handled,” dex says, lips twitching with sarcasm.

“…dex, I almost died.” you blink at him, still trying to catch your breath. a tiny pout pulls at your lips, making him let out the quietest huff of a laugh.

“aw,” he murmurs as he walks over. “don’t make that face.”

"you could've done that ten minutes ago!" you cross your arms, still pouting. “you waited.”

“for a dramatic timing, sweetheart.”

“…I’m actually mad at you.”

“oh, yeah?.” he slips an arm around your waist anyway, pulling you against his chest. “you’ll get over it.” he cups your face in his large hand and squeezes your cheeks together, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“…maybe.”

me wants more vigilante!reader x dex

roxxmo

how to forget

summary: dex is the perfect boyfriend. at least, he makes you forget the things that would prove otherwise.

pairing: benjamin poindexter x f!reader content/warnings: 18+ (mdni), brief description of sexual acts, obsessive behavior, codependency, manipulation, toxic/unhealthy relationship dynamics, mention of firearms word count: 1.5k A/N: surprise!! i didn't want to leave you guys without any Dex while i'm on my trip before the next week's chapter of North Star :) so here's a treat from me to you! technically part of the North Star universe, but can be read separately from the series. i like to think of this as a little interlude, a peak into Dex and reader's relationship before chapter seven. hope you enjoy!

divider by: @uzmacchiato

Dex will never leave you alone. Proximity, to him, is worship.

Standing at the stove making dinner? He’s pressed behind you, arms looped around your waist, chin hooked over your shoulder as he watches you stir whatever you’re making that night.

Grading papers on the couch? He’s sitting there too, reaching over to take your legs and place them over his lap, idly running his hands up and down your calves as he waits for you to be finished.

Getting ready? He’s leaning in the doorframe, watching you apply your makeup in the mirror, already starting to conjure up some excuse as to why you shouldn’t be going out to dinner with your friends that night.

And worst, the shower.

You made that mistake once before. After a long day at work in the dead heat of summer, you trudged home covered in sweat and misery, wanting only to take a shower, get a moment of peace, and slide between your sheets clean as a whistle.

You managed to do that, actually. In rare form, Dex had been stuck late at the field office for God knows what. He had texted you multiple times earlier to inform you of that.

Hey, going to be late tonight. I’m so sorry. Do you want to meet me at the office and then we can go to dinner? I hope you had a good day. I love you.

Did that dad from parent teacher conferences email you again?

Actually, just wait at school. I don’t want you riding the subway alone.

[ 2 missed calls ]

Call me when you see this.

Are you still in your classroom?

Hello?

[ 4 missed calls ]

Are you mad at me?

Who are you with right now?

I love you

Baby?

Are you not going to answer my call?

[ 17 missed calls ]

Oh, Dex.

Unfazed at this point in your relationship by his reactions (and sometimes, a little bit flattered), you had promptly called him back and assured him that no, that dad from parent-teacher conferences hadn’t emailed you again, no, you weren’t going to ride the subway alone, yes, you loved him, and no, you weren’t mad at him.

Finally, you had settled on assuring him you would come straight home after work. It wasn’t like Dex didn’t already have your location, anyway. He would pick up food on the way home.

You just hadn’t told him you had changed plans halfway through and decided a shower and bed were a better fit. It was no big deal, you thought.

How wrong you were.

You were in that limbo between deep sleep and waking when you distantly heard the familiar jangle of keys, then the heavy sound of footsteps moving down the hallway. Your bedroom door creaked open.

“Hey, baby.”

You cracked open an eye. Dex stood in the doorway, illuminated by the hallway light. A black figure cut in the pale backdrop. In one hand, he held a plastic bag– your favorite Chinese takeout, likely.

“Hi, honey,” you yawned, stretching your arms out and watching as Dex disappeared, likely putting the takeout on the kitchen counter (he despised food being anywhere other than the kitchen). A moment later, he reappeared and sat on the bed beside you, his weight dipping into the mattress.

Dex’s calloused hand found yours on the sheets, squeezing once. He had to touch you as soon as he saw you, always. Like he was checking if you still existed.

“You’re already in bed? Are you feeling okay?”

You hummed and sank back against the pillow, eyes heavy as you looked affectionately upon your boyfriend. He was so cute when he was concerned. “Mhmm. Just tired.”

He brushed his free hand over your forehead, pushing back some of your hair. Then he leaned forward, skimmed his lips over your forehead, and–

Dex stilled.

You felt him stop breathing. His hand stayed in his hair, his mouth close to your skin. Dex’s nose brushed your hairline, and then he inhaled.

“...Did you already shower?”

You blinked. Dex’s face hovered over yours, only inches away, but the expression on it had gone strangely blank. Empty, almost. Like blood had drained from him and left only a mask. It made your stomach tighten.

“Um…yeah,” you stuttered, taken off guard by his sudden change in demeanor. “I got really sweaty walking home. It was kind of gross so–”

“Are you mad at me?”

What? You pushed yourself up from the pillows onto your elbows. Dex remained in place, watching you too closely with that flat expression. “Dex, what? It was like, ninety-five degrees out.”

He scrubbed a hand down his jaw. Something was building, you could sense it.

“It wasn’t ninety-five today,” he said flatly. “It was eighty-nine.”

…was he fucking with you? Your mouth opened, and then closed. “Dex.”

Suddenly, Dex stood from the bed and began pacing the bedroom. In the low light, you could see red blooming beneath the collar of his shirt. He was still dressed for work: white button-up, sleeves rolled to his forearms, gray slacks, holster at his hip. His gun was still in it.

“I don’t–” Dex dragged both hands behind his head, fingers pressing hard into the back of his neck. “I just don’t know why you would lie to me.”

“Dex, I didn’t lie–”

He kept rambling, almost like he was talking to himself. “You’ve never showered without me. I mean, not since we– I don’t know why you do that and not tell me. I-I would tell you.”

“Dex, stop.” You pushed the comforter off of you before you could think better of it. Dex turned sharply towards you at the sound of your bare feet padding against the floor, like the small movement had startled him. His chest was rising and falling too fast, his hands still locked behind his neck, elbows drawn wide. In the dark, his eyes looked almost black. “I’m not mad at you. I promise.”

His jaw worked. “We always shower together.”

Dex was right. Since your relationship had become official, since the first time you slept together and suddenly apartment 415 ceased to exist, Dex had more or less moved into 416. You realized you hadn't showered alone in weeks.

You would rise from the couch, or the dining table, or the bed, and on instinct, Dex would too, following you down the hall as you made your way to the bathroom. It was like he had Pavlov-ed himself to the sound of the shower head turning on. The second the water started, he knew it was time to join you.

You were still in that glorious haze of the early days of your relationship, where being joined at the hip felt romantic instead of suffocating. Where you wanted to spend every moment either snuggling, whispering cringey words of affection, or fucking like rabbits. The shower tended to be the latter.

“I know, honey.”

“And it’s not even–” He cut himself off, swallowing. “It’s not about sex. I don’t need it to be about that. I just…I just like taking care of you.”

Looking back, you should have countered that. You should have said something about how taking a shower wasn’t a betrayal, and you were allowed to be alone. That you didn’t need him in you or on you constantly.

But Dex was upset. And that fact alone hurt you. Because you loved him.

So instead of doing something smart, you reached for him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered softly as your hands cupped his twitching jaw. Dex’s shoulders loosened the second you touched him. “I didn’t know it would upset you this much.”

His breath left him all at once, shaky and relieved. “No, no, don’t–” Dex’s hands came up to hold onto your wrists, thumbs moving over your pulse. “Don’t apologize, please. I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to freak out.”

“It’s okay.”

“I know I get…” His eyes flickered between yours. “Intense.”

“A little.” You gave him a small smile. “But I like it.”

Dex huffed a thin laugh that quickly disappeared. His eyes had gone watery.

“I just love you,” he said. “That’s all. I just… I love you so much that sometimes it hurts, and I just– I don’t know what to do with it.”

Your heart squeezed. How could it not? How could you look at this handsome man, who bought you your favorite food and gave you mind-numbing orgasms and listened to you and wanted you with such total devotion, and be mad at him when he said he loved you so much he couldn’t stand a second without you? You were only human.

“I love you too,” You kissed the corner of his mouth gently, then fully on his lips. “I’ll make it up to you.”

And just like that, as you took a second, unnecessary shower with your perfect boyfriend, you didn’t think once about that silly little fight. You couldn’t, with your cheek pressed to the glass door, his hips snapping against your ass, his cock hitting that perfect spot in you over and over again as his mouth was at your ears, telling you how he loved you. Dex always made you forget those things when he had you like this. He made you forget the blank look in his eyes. He made you forget how any sane person would have broken up with someone over that. He made you forget the loaded gun that had been holstered at his hip for the entire conversation. He just made you…

Forget.

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Calling Dex ‘husband’ at the start of your relationship.

Dex has been yearning and pining for you from the moment his eyes landed on you.

He has everything planned. A wedding in your favourite season. A house similar to the one on your Pinterest board. He planned how he would propose. He looked at rings. He spent nights tracing your fingers to memorize your ring size. He imagined you in a wedding dress.

Do you like bigger dresses? Or would you wear a simple one? How would you do your hair? Down or a bun?

No makeup makeup or obvious makeup?

Lashes or no?

He never truly cared about this stuff until he met you. Never knew much about it. But for you? He does care.

Dex is the embodiment of ‘plotting’.

He will never tell you, scared he was and still is with you.

That was until he was grabbing you some clothes from your drawer and found a journal dedicated to him, you too have been manifesting him.

This brought a grin to dex’s face because that meant that maybe, just maybe you were as obsessed as he is.

He never thought someone would love him. Not like how you do, at least. He thought he would live in a loop everyday. Reliving the same day, no fun, no love, just existing.

When you told Dex about your account, he pretended to be impressed. The truth is, he watched every video in one night.

The ‘accident’ happened in your first ever video together.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” You remind him, this was your hard launch video. Your followers suspected there may be a man in your life from how you’ve been acting lately, and they’re right.

“I want to. I want everyone to know you're my girlfriend.” ‘Mine’ is what he wants to say.

“Okay then” you cleared your throat before starting.

“Fine you guys were right. I am in love,” You whine sarcastically. “Everyone, meet my husband.” The word flowed out of your mouth so naturally you didn’t realize it.

Dex froze in place, his heart beating too fast he might drop dead. He knew it would feel good being called your husband. But he didn’t know it would be this good.

“hi.” He gives the camera a short wave and a smile.

“Treat him well guys.” You wink at the camera before finishing the video.

It wasn’t until you were editing the video you realized what you said. “Oh my god.” You threw your phone away, embarrassment taking over you.

“What’s wrong?” Dex’s head pops in.

“I am so sorry I called you my husband.” You put your hands together, as if seeking forgiveness.

“Do you..regret it?” he asks, and to be honest, he doesn’t want to know. He is scared of what you might say.

“Is it weird if I said no?” You look at him, doe-eyed.

“No, not at all. I liked it, too.” Dex smiles to reassure you.

You smile back.

Frankcas: fym husband??

⤷bendex: A husband is a male partner in a marriage or marital relationship.

⤷frankcas: mf i know what a husband is

⤷bendex: then why the fuck are you acting like you dont

Richard: noooo my girl😭😭💔

⤷bendex: you’re 16, Dick.

Maggot: are u sure this the one queen??

⤷bendex: she already bought me a cage. There’s no going back.

Witchy: hes funny you can keep him😭

⤷bendex: right because she was waiting for your permision.

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