his north star

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em. 23. diva. princess. daughter of cain. poindexter’s lawyer.

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current muse: benjamin poindexter

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dex watching you sleep and muttering "i'm sorry" , moving the hair out of your face and tucking the blanket up to your chin . 😂 it hurts😂😂 so bad

FINITE — BENJAMIN POINDEXTER.

SUMMARY if you love something, you let it go.

NOTES ok i got carried away i’m in my bag today. also i love your work this feels like a celebrity interaction????

WARNINGS angst, brief smut, kinda creepy!dex, sad ending

Dex knew it was finite. His fixer-upper apartment with the far-too-energetic neighbour opposite him, who had bullied her way into his life. Despite him trying— and failing, at keeping you at arms length. It grew impossible to do when you would flash a toothy grin and make him feel like he was doing more than just existing.

"Bought you a coffee, early bird." You would exclaim as he opened his door, at nearly seven in the morning. The both of you early risers, having "caught each other" for the past few mornings. Dex would never admit he stood at his door, waiting to hear the groan of your door hinges.

"You have got to read this!" You would exclaim, shoving a book into his chest as he opened his door at an ungodly hour of the night. "I just finished it. Wait, shit— did I wake you?!"

"No, can't sleep." He mumbled. A half-truth.

"Me neither. I blame that book, too good." Even with tired eyes, your smile held every ounce of your remaining energy. It was refreshing. It flushed his chest with a breath he couldn't seem to catch, even when he tried his hardest. It came easiest when you appeared.

And when he shoved the book back at you two days later, a bewildered look across your face, he felt that same rush of life.

"You already finished it? It's like 900 pages." You gasped, looking down at the book as if it might have shrunk in your absence. Dex only chuckled back at you.

"Couldn't put it down." He admitted. "Clara reminds me a lot of you, actually."

It was comparable to a love confession, for he was speaking in your language. You breathed, swaying lightly as you felt the familiar pang of tightness in your stomach. Dex had grown in the near two years of knowing him, from the quiet neighbour, to a good friend, to someone you had reached for subconsciously.

Perhaps it had been in that moment the love had hummed at a higher, more noticeable, frequency. When Dex had spent enough time with your mind and soul, to see you in a book character. It sounded childlike and silly, but your chest ached in remembrance of that moment. So small, of little words, and yet it had been engraved into the marrow of your ribcage.

Sleeping with you was a life altering moment for him, a man of such little intimate experience. Given free rein over your body, to do as he wished. He would paw at your breasts, kissing every exposed part of your body as he undressed you. You would giggle against each other's lips, he would whimper into your shoulder as he thrusted into you. His mouth dried at the sudden surge of desire for you, a fragment of something so unattainable had become so... available.

He learnt you, learnt what made you moan the loudest, or cry the hardest. And use it against you. He would do as you asked, taking you whenever a free moment presented itself. He would fuck you everywhere, a newly learnt skill to crawl inside your skin, to feel that flush of life within his chest again.

Dating Dex had not been easy, but it had not pushed you away as he feared. He would spiral, latch onto you and fear for your safety when you would leave him at night. You would fight, he would yell, you would yell back at him. And you would spend the night in your apartment, with him sat on the outside of your door. Head in his hands, sulking, until you opened the door and cradled him from behind.

The worst it had ever been was a Friday night, after a long week of late finishes at work. You had been invited on a girls night, to drink and dance until the bars closed. Dex had ached for you all week, for more than just a minute of conversation before you passed out. And to him, you were choosing your friends over him. He watched you with tensed limbs and white knuckles, applying your makeup with shaking hands.

"Can't you just stay in tonight?" He pleaded, following after you as you searched for your phone. Which had been nestled into his pocket for hours.

"I'm meeting my girls tonight, Dex. It's just one night." You reasoned, frowning as you scoured your purse. "Have you seen my phone?"

Dex shook his head, waiting for you to return to the room before he slipped your phone into your purse. You wouldn't check the same place twice, that's how well he knew you. He would spend hours helping you find it, that's how much he cared for you. He wished you would see yourself how he did. A higher being. He finally understood Matt's unshakable faith in his God, when his own stood before him fiddling with her heels.

Then it had begun. The shouting, the throwing of the closest objects, the begging you to stay. He hadn't lost it this badly before, you could only stand with such wide eyes and watch as he unfolded before you. But you didn't move. You didn't grab your purse and run off into the night, you didn't block his number and put your apartment up for sale. No, you slipped out of your heels and sat beside him. Cradling his head against your shoulder.

You didn't run from him, you didn't fear him. The words coiled around his heart as he laid beside you the next morning, the two of you had fallen asleep on the living room floor. You curled your arm up as a makeshift pillow, lips pouted as you were still taken by sleep. Dex watched your chest expand before it hollowed out, soft breaths he could feel against his cheeks. The dress you put on last night had ridden up to your hips, your panties on show. His fingers hooked into them, feeling the flesh of your ass as you laid beside him.

Dex grovelled for days after that, doing just about anything for you. He didn't even see you walking as necessary, when his arms could carry you. He would spoon-feed you your meals if you let him. And even when he would suit up after you had fallen asleep, a ghostly kiss on your head, he would think about you as he killed AVTF enforcers. He would think of your smile, your breath hitting his cheeks, the flush of life he felt in his chest when he looked at you.

He planned to make a normal life with you, buy you a ring and take you to the courthouse to marry you. To fill you with his kids and have that picket-fence dream. Because it felt like the natural trajectory of true love, from what he had seen and read about. If it was what you wanted, you'd get it.

But it was finite. The poison bit at him every so often, and he would muffle it by asking you to tell him you loved him. Fisk had been closing in on him, he knew it. He was growing out of options, and he wouldn't let you become another Julie. He couldn't let that happen, his life would end as swiftly as yours would.

And so Dex had committed a selfless act. He offered to stay at yours. He cooked you dinner. He watched your favourite movie. He fucked you once more, filling your mind with the love he had been growing between his ribcage. He laughed with you in the darkness, your sweaty bodies clinging to each other as you came down from your highs. And he put you to bed. The blanket pulled up to your chin, his hands brushing gently over your hair as you snored softly.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched you sleep. He had been sat for well over an hour, memorising your face, feeling the breath on his cheeks, savouring the flush of life in his chest.

"I've got to go," he spoke to you, as if you were conscious and respondent, "I know, baby, I know."

He knew you'd kick, scream, and fight for him to stay, because he knew you so well. So he left whilst you slept, because he cared so greatly for you. His apartment key left on your bedside table, for you to mourn him as you sifted through his things. His apartment, just as he left it. Ingredients still in the pantry, clothes still in the closet, his things untouched for you to cry into and hold onto.

The flush of life would never be felt again, not without you. But this kept you safe, this was his good deed. The most selfless act, and yet the most selfish one. He loved you, his love consumed him to a concerning end, but your safety was paramount. He would relinquish that flush of life if it meant you were still breathing. And you would always be there to look at, through the opened blinds of your apartment.

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i need some dex angst ideas i’m feeling very sad today. make it hurt please.

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Ask for requests and you shall receive. Could you do something with Dex and a clumsy/trouble magnet reader? Like no matter what Dex does reader just gains the wrong kind of attention. Leaning towards some fluff, but angst is welcome. 💙

BE MORE CAREFUL — BENJAMIN POINDEXTER.

SUMMARY dex loves playing protector, he's one of the good guys after all.

NOTES this had me thinking of cam in good luck chuck, if anyone has seen that movie.

WARNINGS short n sweet, ditzy!reader.

Behind every clumsy girl is a very patient man. And that's exactly what Dex was to you. He found it a challenge at times, to keep watch for danger around you, whilst you also were a danger to yourself. It helped him sleep better at night, at least. Gone were the nights of twisting and turning, trying to find sleep. Because as much as his love for you consumed him, keeping you alive exhausted him.

You would wonder where your bruises would come from, spotting them when you would lotion your skin after a shower. Sat naked on the bed beside him as he read a book, dragging his fingers up and down your back as you hummed to yourself.

"Woah, look at this one!" You exclaimed, pointing at your hip where a dark, purplish bruise sat. "What did I do to get a bruise there?"

Dex observed it, a fresh bruise. Though he knew exactly how it happened, he remembered cooing at you as you laid on the floor for forty minutes groaning in pain.

"You walked into the corner of the kitchen counter, sweetheart." He spoke, returning back to his book and resuming the trail of his fingers along your back. You hissed as you poked at it, until Dex kicked your hand away from it to stop touching it.

He found it sweet, how wrapped up you would get in your conversation with him. That you would simply lose your awareness for the outside world, leaving him to get you from point a to point b alive, and in one piece. He would pull you from a cyclist's path, or save you from walking head first into a scaffolding pole.

"That was close!" You would giggled, leaning into his arm as you continued to ramble.

And it wouldn't stop there. When you would arrive at a coffee shop, he would be sure to sit in the booth beside you, feigning interest in your workplace drama. And would chew on his pastry, nodding along to your words, so nonchalantly holding a napkin under your chin as you took the first sip of your coffee.

"Thanks, Dex." You would smile.

"S'what I'm here for, sweetheart."

And if you cut yourself whilst chopping an onion in the kitchen, or nicked yourself whilst shaving, or fell off the chair you were balancing on to change a bulb whilst Dex was out. He would always sit you down and tend to you, cleaning your cuts, wrapping your wounds, massaging your sore limbs.

"Gotta be more careful for me, sweetheart."

And you would always nod, though it never stuck. Clumsy was embedded in your nature, it was a part of you just as your organs were. And Dex loved keeping you safe, he loved playing protector.

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Stalker Dex leaving knives with little clues of who he his carved on them in his northstars apartment because he can’t wait for her to figure it out on her own anymore

SMART GIRL — BENJAMIN POINDEXTER.

SUMMARY dex is tired of your naivety, and ups the ante.

NOTES guys motivation has been low because i can't stop playing warzone. someone save me.

WARNINGS stalker!dex, reader is a bit stupid, ok reader has to be a little freaky to enjoy this and not call the cops, not proof read.

Dex had shown patience with you, he truly did. He waited days, weeks, for you to catch on. To be a smart girl and take the fucking hint. But you didn't. You had been so naive with everything he'd thrown at you, and yet you carried on with your day with no concern.

A man was stalking you, and you would just giggle at the flowers at your door. Or the grocery bag filled with things you'd run out of. Or the next book in the series you'd been reading. You never cowered, never shut your blinds and called the police, never holed up in your apartment to hide from the man who knew such things about you.

To Dex, you enabled him. You took his gestures as romantic, taking great care of the foliage now sat in a vase on your coffee table. The perfectly blue roses. You encouraged him to persist, allowed him to believe what he was doing was right. But now the game had grown tiresome. He wanted more, he wanted you to know who he was.

He lived opposite you. He was a gentleman, who always carried your groceries up the stairs, who lent you his ingredients if you needed them, who would water your plants when you were away. And you had given him access to your apartment, when you had gone on a girls trip for a week, giving him your key because you trusted him entirely.

"You're like the only friend I have in New York, Dex!" You had exclaimed once, sending him spiralling for the remainder of the week.

And he had watered your plants, as you asked. He had perused your cupboards, your fridge, your closet, anything he could find to wedge his foot in the door to your life. He would make you figure it out, you were a smart girl.

The first knife appeared above your door handle on your way home from work. The metal wedged into the wood above the handle, sending you stumbling when you ejected it. The handle was cold, the knife thin and sharp. Etched into it had been two letters.

B.P

"What the fuck is B.P?" You whispered, flipping the knife for any further etchings. But there hadn't been any. Dex had watched you through his peep hole, as you frowned at the knife, before shrugging and unlocking your door.

Not an ounce of fear in your face, not that he wanted you to be scared. But your naivety was dangerous. You were lucky Dex was so cautiously looking out for you, all it took was one bad man to take advantage of you and put you at risk. Not Dex, though. He would protect you with his life, he would watch the world around you for threats. Because you were so poor at doing so.

The next knife appeared in your vase. You often admired your blue roses, a fresh delivery every month on the same day. And today had been no different, except for the knife swimming against the stems. Dex watched you across the street, fishing it out and seeing the etching on the handle. A simple symbol.

𖣠

This had been a bigger clue, as the symbol had been carved into his peep hole. You had even commented on it when he invited you in once, to take back the Tupperware you had given him.

"It's like a target." You observed, looking through peep hole as he chuckled nervously. "So cool."

But you just left the knife in a puddle of water on your coffee table, resuming your tv show. Leaving Dex to sigh frustratingly at you, as he carved into his next knife. He wondered if carving his name would be enough for you to connect the dots, but he was doubtful.

Knives started appearing all around your apartment, none of which you felt disturbed by. They felt like small surprises, stumbling upon another clue to add to the mystery. It was a fun little game for you, to play Nancy Drew and solve the mystery.

Dex hadn't seen you uncover the final knife, thinking he had time to gather his things and climb to his usual roof to watch you wake up. The final knife had been found dug into your headboard, right above you as you had woken up. It had spooked you, seeing the weapon so close to your face, but you pulled it from the wood to observe it.

131 ♡

It was far too early for you to be playing Sherlock, running round your apartment to gather the other knives. Spreading them out along your kitchen table and finding a constant within them. And it had finally clicked.

Dex.

B.P, the target etched around his peep hole, the song lyrics you'd caught him singing when you opened your doors at the same time, the happy birthday knife that had impaled a cupcake on your table, because only he knew your birthday. Because he truly was your only friend in New York. And finally, apartment 131.

Dex had left his apartment at seven that morning, pulling the door open to see a knife lodged above his door handle. Just as he had done to you weeks ago. Though it carried a new carving along the blade. Small scripture to fit your words onto it. The carving had taken you over an hour, sweating as you hunched over your table with another knife dragging along the metal.

My place. 7pm. Or I snitch.

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Hii can i request brat!tamer dex taking care of brat!reader who is on her period 😝

🫧 brat tamer!dex taking care of you on your period. real bc i just started mine. if you have any brat tamer!dex x brat!reader requests send them my way, i love writing brat x brat tamer ! ! ! ! ! ! !

your periods were bad. terrible cramps, no energy, and your attitude was bordering intolerable. but dex knew it was because of the pain you were in, it made you grouchy and less playful. which meant he dialled down his brat taming. though he didn't turn it off.

you were stubborn with medication. he had to fight you whenever you had a cold, or had to take any sort of prescription. just as he was doing so right now.

"just take it, sweetheart." he stood on one side of the couch, you on the other with your arms folded. "it'll make you feel much better."

"no." you watched his foot step to the side of the couch, advancing toward you, but you had stepped further from him. it had been a game of cat and mouse, circling each other around the couch.

"come on, sweetheart." he sighed, holding the painkillers in his hand. "i'll even break it up for you, hm? you want that?"

you shook your head, still heavily frowning up at him. he paused, lunging for you as you tried to escape. but he was far bigger, and far taller than you were. he could catch you with ease, he only wanted to give you a chance to be willing.

he held you hostage in his lap, an arm locked around your waist as he broke the small pills in half for you to better swallow. he fought to open your jaw, placing the pills on your tongue before handing you a glass of water. and watched you uncomfortably swallow.

"show me." he instructed, watching you open your mouth and lift your tongue to prove you had in fact taken the pills.

he massaged your stomach gently with the arm that held you, his other hand rubbing your arm. "only doing this to help you, sweetheart. don't wanna see you in pain."

"thank you, dex." you murmured, laying your head back against his shoulder.

it was only when you had taken the painkillers, that your attitude had settled. and you had clung to the man who made you feel good, who had all your best interests at heart. and he had been on his feet all day for you, making sure you had everything you needed. and you watched him from the couch as he made you something to eat, massaged your stomach as you watched your favourite movie, refilled your mug of tea when it ran low.

but the pills had only taken effect for so long, before your frown settled in again. and your brattiness started back up. dex thought he was in the clear, thought you had fallen asleep against his chest as you laid atop him on the couch. with his fingers dragging gently over your back.

"ugh, dex. you keep going over the same spot." you whined, shoving his hand away.

he took firm hold of your hair, yet a gentle enough grip not to hurt you. and craned your head to look at him. he stared down at you with raised eyebrows, a stern look on his face.

"wanna try that again?" he spoke, his voice low against your lips. he watched you swallow thickly, gaze dropping from his to his lips.

"sorry." you whispered. "just hurts."

that was enough to have him weak for you once more, but he couldn't show you that. you were a brat, through and through. and you didn't need the knowledge of how weak he was for you.

"s'okay, baby." he let go of your hair, your chin resting against his chest with a pout. "want me to run you a bath?"

and he had done so. adding your favourite bath soak, and a new mug of tea at the side of the tub. he even carried you from the couch to the bathroom, taking your clothes off gently and leaving you to climb in.

not even a minute later, you called for him.

"dex!"

"yeah, sweetheart?" he poked his head round the door, seeing you submerged in the water surrounded by bubbles.

"will you stay with me?" you asked so sweetly, fluttering your lashes up at him. you knew he wouldn't say no.

so he sat on the side of the tub, staring down at you as you closed your eyes. his hands grazed over your hair, sliding down your face, until he massaged your breasts. the water warm against his skin, as he kneaded the soreness out of them. if you weren't so torn by your period, your moans would have him pulling you from the tub and taking you against the edge of it.

"how're you feeling, sweetheart?" he whispered after a moment of silence, when it looked as if you'd fallen asleep again.

"better." you smiled, eyes still closed as his hand kept working.

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Hi!!!! How many asks are you writing right now? I really want to send more but I do not want to give you more work :< (Also, really excited for that Shane fic...)

hi diva! i have like 30ish right now. you can send it in, but it won’t be written for a while 😭 each fic will be written i promise!!!!!

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https://www.tiktok.com/@duhdudexd/video/7644696704867896589

this is my niche, i love you anon 💋💋💋💋

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need more dex mutuals. guys i don’t bite unless you want me to. come to mama.

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https://www.tumblr.com/onlyvalentine/817988924518612992/send-me-freaky-dex-thoughts-to-wake-up-to-please?source=share

I really hope I don't sound rude, because that's not my idea 😭🙏, but I've sent you a few ask a few weeks ago and haven't seen them. So now I keep thinking "did I actually send them or not?" Sorry if I sound rude 😭😭😭

not rude at all baby. i’ve seen them!! i promise i’m writing them all, they will all get published. though if it still doesn’t show up after a while, then it might have gotten lost? tumblr loves deleting asks for some reason???? but they are being written. i’m just working a lot right now 😭😭😭

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send me freaky dex thoughts to wake up to please. dj’ing my shit in the morning. no judgement, all is on the table. need that man in very concerning ways.

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guys i’m a #1 hate fucker. i love hate fucking. imagine hate fucking dex.

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guys, who soaked like me

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I haven’t even watched Untamed 😭 should I? I’ve heard Wilson isn’t in it much

But anyway, your rich girl fic sounds amazing. And one of my favorite tropes is Romeo and Juliet, which I think would apply to Shane

Like, he is a huge rage baiter, so it wouldn’t be a leap to say your dad can’t stand him

Also, Shane with ‘daddy can you pass the salt’

girl, shane maguire aside, untamed is such a good show. eric bana is such a good actor, and i really enjoyed watching it. i would say he has a significant amount of time in it, but i have favs in other shows who are in 5 mins total of a show (valarr targaryen). so wilson is in more than, at least.

and i can’t wait to write this fic i’m so excited!!!!!!!!!!

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We so need that rich fem!reader x trailer trash!shane maguire PLEASE 😭😭😭😭 Make her a little bitchy too :3

age gap. bitchy reader. even bitchier shane. corruption kink. secret romance kinda vibe. are we fucking with this? my mind is buzzing with ideas someone encourage me rn.

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🫧brat tamer!dex & brat!reader masterlist

requests are open for this! ! ! !

moodboard

dex + his bratty hyperfem gf

fucking the attitude out of you

spanking

on your period

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🫧 brat tamer!dex & brat!reader moodboard