#boyfriend dex

[pomme-meadow]

HELLO BB what are your thoughts on reader outfreaking dex (especially his pre-fisk netflix era) like asking him to put you in a headlock, that man is such a switch but would love to be a service top for your wild requests 😩😩😝

a/n: OH MY SWEETNESS?! Thank you anon, pre-fisk fbi dex literally has me on a chokehold, the love I carry for this version of dex before everything went into chaos has me going insane. Fbi dex is my pathetic babygirl

Our (ddba) silver fox Dex is different. If you ever outfreak him in bed, it will only drive him into a frenzy. Ask him for a headlock? He’ll gladly wrap his bicep tight around your head, letting you bite and drool all over his skin as he drills into you from behind. That man will have the most arrogant smirk on his face, amused from your incoherent whines and your flailing arms gripping for him. “What’s the matter, baby? You said you’re a tough girl. Too much for ‘ya?” Feeling you clench his length from his words while on the brink of asphyxiation unlocks that feral part of him that he had always tried to control for your sake. “So fucking good f’me, you’re my tough girl, aren’t ya?” You hear him chuckle at your frantic nodding, at how much you enjoy this that you can barely form any response from how hard he’s going, fulfilling your request. He’s no longer holding back. You may have been the one to ask but in the end, you’ll be the one pleading as he sends you into bliss over and over again. And that is only the beginning of it.

Now, if we’re talking about fbi dex, he’s definitely a switch, leaning more into the submissive side. And whenever he is on top, he prioritizes your comfort and pleasure which is most important to him. Dex starts out as quite vanilla in your relationship, your his first everything after all. Although eventually, he becomes acquainted with different kinks that you introduce to him, he learns them with such eagerness that it made you almost forget you were the freaky one at the beginning of your relationship. Dex is someone who constantly seeks to prove himself to you, to show that he can be the best for you, in and out of the bedroom. He will let you lead any time, whether that is by pulling his hand or using the collar of his shirt as you push him to sit on the bed. You won’t hear a single complaint, his mind is already swimming on cloud nine whenever you’re in charge. You swear he almost looks like a kicked wet puppy from the way his pupils instantly dilate, making his hazel eyes look darker.

If you ever come up to him on a normal day and ask if he’d ever like to try a headlock (you have to clarify it’s on you), he’ll become a flustered stuttering mess at your direct request. You watch him pause at whatever he’s doing, the gears turning in his head as he tries to come up with the perfect response while still in shock. You’ll end up telling him it’s just a joke instead.

Even when you ease him up by saying you’re only kidding, he will have that thought repeating in his mind until it keeps him awake at night. He imagines you under him, a disheveled mess, knees quivering as you struggle to hold yourself up from how good he makes you feel. He’ll anticipate the perfect time to bring up the subject, eager to ask you and fulfill your requests.

He’ll ask you many times, before, during and after the act. Constantly observing your face and the telltale signs of your body for any discomfort. Making you reach your high is just as pleasurable for him. And even when his cock is overstimulated inside you, he’ll keep going, seeking to have you fall apart under him. “Am I doing good for you, baby? Please, tell me, tell me.” He mumbles to your cheek, breathless as he picks up the speed. The sound of skin slapping on skin getting obnoxiously louder. “You feel so fucking good,” he lets out, tears rolling down his flushed face. He bites your already bruised shoulder to cover his whimpering while you tap at his arm, urging him to squish your cheeks more. “Tighter, Dex!” You plead, gesturing to his arm, wanting him to add more on the comforting pressure around your head. “Tighter? Like this? Don't worry, baby. Gonna take good care of you, won't need anyone but me okay?”

[pomme-meadow]

hiii gorg i would love to hear some of ur dex hcs!! not a minute has gone by where i havent been thinking of him as of late…

a/n: me too, honey. me too. that man is so fine, he has occupied my mind 24/7 :<< thank you so much for asking!! I have both soft and nsfw hcs but let’s start small for this one first, i’ve been waiting to post this one (specifically relationship hcs) so I think it’s time to clear out some of my drafts too ;> 💋💋

if you let him in your life

tags: relationship headcanons, specifically fbi dex

Dex is quite the most observant man you could ever meet in your life, you would think that’s just a requirement in his job but no. He feasts his eyes on you like a devotee gifted the rarest chance to remember your likeness and he takes every opportunity, every moment, his turbulent mind soaking up all the details. At first, it overwhelmed you, being the muse receiving his heavy gaze but it is not scrutiny, no. He observes you, not to critique but to intake and ingrain you in his head over and over and over again. He memorizes each expression and catalogs them in his brain, the way you scrunch your brows in confusion, how you sigh when you receive more work and how your smile forms when you see your favorite dessert. Even the smallest quirks you try to cover up and pretend like nobody caught, he retains in his mind. The more he learns of you, the closer he feels, (whether that is from remembering the smallest details you mention or from discreetly following you).

If you once mention that you find a certain scent addicting while trying out the samples at the make-up store, don’t be surprised when you find the same scent lingering on his clothes the next day. His system refuses to calm down as he awaits your reaction. The scenario already ran through in his mind two or three times. He acts like his heart didn’t skip a beat as he observes the way you pause and your shy realization. “You’re wearing the new release, aren’t you?” He leans closer a bit, elated that he caused the faint blush that tinted your cheeks. “Yes, do you like it?” He asks. After obtaining his confirmation, he purchases two more bottles of the same perfume.

If he sees the slightest winces of pain and annoyance as you roughly attempt to tame your hair, he will grab the brush from your hand and gently position you to sit in front of him, taking the duty of untangling the wet knots in your hair with such gentleness and reverence. You nearly laugh at how serious his expression looks, like a soldier given a significant mission of dismantling an explosive. He wishes to serve you, without voicing his longing, he wants to be of use to you, to prove that you need him and only him. Even the smallest domestic acts, he’ll insist on doing everything for you, it’s his mind screaming I can do this for you, don’t leave me, I’ll be really good please.

You would think that his vigilant behavior is simply a habit from his experiences, after all he is a former veteran and an fbi agent. Dex is rightfully over-protective of what’s his. You’re not a property to him, you’re the receiver of his veneration. You’re that burning desire he has to tame, the only good thing that makes his chest ache with want. Whether you’re choosing at the vegetable section of the grocery store, or crouching down to pet a stray cat at the park, he would glare at any man who dares to even direct their glance at you. Even the harmless smile from the barista at your regular cafe would make him alert. He is the dark shadow that trails after your light, yearning to be graced by you while simultaneously frightening others from getting close to you.

Dex is the kind of man who doesn’t want to appear needy or weak from every moment spent without your touch, as if his skin doesn’t itch from wanting to feel your warmth. He will wait until you’re sound asleep in his arms before he peppers your face with kisses. Dex inhales your scent like it is the oxygen sustaining him, it makes his body feel electric, like a drug that makes his mind clearer. When the buzzing in his head won’t stop, he’ll press his nose to the crown of your head and like a silent prayer, the storm in his mind calms. His senses recognizes you, your voice, your touch, and your scent as safety. You are his haven, he’s the only one who gets to have you like this and he’ll make sure of that. While you dream in his embrace, he presses his lips to the inside of your wrist, your palm and the tips of your delicate fingers. It’s his ritual, enjoying the softness of you from his lips like he’s reminding himself you’re real, you’re here, you’re his.

a/n: the concept that perfume is for women while cologne is for men is a common misconception. the difference is that perfume has the highest concentration of aromatic oils, is meant to last all-day, hence why it’s often more expensive. cologne, on the other hand, has a low oil concentration, it often fades after 2-3 hours, so it requires frequent reapplication. it was nice to search this up ^^

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[pomme-meadow]

when he gives you the softest forehead kiss while he’s pounding your overstimulated cunt in a mating press