#boyfriend material

[monguideetoile]

Fbi!dex jealous hc?? Especially if he's in an established relationship😫

Summary - On a visit to your local supermarket with your boyfriend Dex you noticed a young cashier looking at you and smirking flirtatiously your way. You usually were a more reserved but also polite person so you smiled back due pure kindness towards another human being. What you didn’t notice was how your boyfriend was stiffening up beside you as he saw how that cashier was eyeing you. Pure jealousy flowing through Dex made him definitely more protective who lurks at his star from that situation onwards.

Word count - 1.2k

Pair - established! Relationship. Benjamin Poindexter x reader

Warning/tags - possessive behaviour, threatening (partly joking but we all know how our dex is), flirtatious behaviour, possessive gestures, silent insecurity (Dex), emotional turmoil, stressed Dex, talking about spine scar, protective Dex, also goofy moments, lovey-dovey reader knowing how to get Dex to calm down a bit, protective gestures,scary dog Dex.

Note : I hope you enjoy the headcanons angels! ♡

It was a simple Friday afternoon when Dex and you chose to go grab some essentials to make food at his apartment. Driving to a local grocery market seemed the right idea and so you two swung yourselves into Dex’s car and went off. At arrival Dex, the gentleman he is, pushed the cart and set your handbag inside so you could browse without having any complications.

But as soon as you started looking at some of the fresh fruit that were set up you already noticed the young cashier eyeing you and smirking flirtatiously your way. You just blinked slightly shocked because wasn’t it obvious you were taken with Dex brooding beside you with his FBI uniform still on. His warm calloused hand was laying on the cart, his attentive amber colored eyes watching over you like he always did. You just focused your gaze back onto the fruits resting before you so Dex wouldn’t notice you were looking at the young cashier.

But it was already too late. Dex noticed as soon as you nervously blinked exactly 3-times, he studied you like one of his documents back at the Bureau’s headquarters and he knew every tiny mannerism you made when you were uncomfortable,stressed or simply confused.

His unflinching eyes looked over his broad shoulder towards the cashier area of the supermarket and was met with a young man leaning his elbows on the small desk, eyeing you like you were one of those perfectly ripe fruits you were currently trying to look at.

Dex’s stare didn’t waver as his body now turned fully, his muscled arms crossed in a protective stance over his FBI jacket. Assessing the cashier like he just now by looking at his girl was a new target to take out. No one looked at Dex’s North Star without either getting a bullet between their eyebrows or anything he could hurl toward the person.

You looked up at Dex noticing he wasn’t looking at you anymore with his warm eyes that he only ever looked at you with. No he was staring at the cashier like he wanted to murder him this second. Quickly you grabbed his arm and looked up at him. “Come on! We wanted to see if they had the pasta sauce.”

Dex stiffened slightly up feeling the touch on his arm but relaxed when he saw it was his little star touching his arm. He simply grunted while his eyes were still focused on the cashier, his hands slightly clenching some of the fingers popped due the movement. You quickly tried to grab the cart from one of Dex’s sides but he swirled around quickly and shook his head. His soft but also even-toned voice breathed out. “No, I push the cart, you look what you wanna have.”

Quickly you started rushing behind some of the shelves where the different pasta sauces stood knowing from the cart noises Dex followed you. Which was honestly good. You were scared Dex would pick up a pineapple and would throw it in the cashier's face just for looking at you.

Just as you were about to grab a pasta sauce you felt the warmth that radiates from Dex like a personal furnace at your shoulder. He leaned down towards your ear and breathed out with barely held together anger. “Why did you look at that guy? Do you like him or what?”

“No! Why would you think that?” You quickly looked up at him, shocked he would think that you would ever want anyone else as him. Dex’s clenched fists that hang beside his hips popped again, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as if he didn’t buy that at all. “Why else would you look at him and then smile? Hm?”

Setting down the pasta sauce back into the shelf as you looked at Dex knowing it was still hard for him to get used to the fact that you truly loved him with everything you had and that you would never leave him. Softly laying your hand over a clenched fist of his feeling how cold his hands were due adrenaline and anger swirling inside his body like a personalised cocktail. “Well first off he is young and probably not as boring as me.” Dex hisses slightly under his slightly laboured breathing his amber colored eyes were turning more focused and colder by the second.

You quickly shaked your head as soon as those words left Dex’s pink lips. “Don’t even think about that Dex, you are the only person I want by my side and you know that deep down. The cashier creeped me out a bit honestly.” When the word “creeped out” left your lips Dex stiffened up like a K-9 that sensed someone in the supermarket definitely had something illegal in their bag. His tactical boots hit the floor with quick thuds almost charging towards the cashier area, his shoulder almost under his ears from how much he tensed up.

Almost on instinct at seeing your serious FBI clothed boyfriend charge past the Pasta Sauce shelf your mind went into survival mode, not for yourself but for the poor cashier that didn’t know Dex was possessive when it came to your well being. Rapidly rushing after Dex abandoning your cart at the shelf, your hand stretched out and touched the FBI print on Dex’s jacket with a soft touch. He swivelled around looking at you with his pupils blown by pure restraint and clenched jaw (like the photo on the cover).

You softly start caressing his jacket over his spine knowing the soft touch calmed him down instantly due his sensitive spine scar. “How about we just go to another supermarket? I didn’t like the fruit here anyway..” Dex’s furrowed eyebrows slightly start to unclench, his eyes focused solely on you before him and let out a grumble and a huffed breath through his nose. “Fine. Only because I want you to have good fruits,but if I see him eyeing you again I’ll personally arrest him for whatever I can find in the database of him.”

A soft giggle leaves you nodding, accepting that your boyfriend will always find something of a person that looked at his star the wrong way.

After that situation at the grocery store you noticed some mannerisms that Dex sharpened even more than usual.

He now always grabbed your hand whenever you were shopping for groceries, resting it under his own on the cart handle. Holding it tightly and rubbing his calloused thumb over your knuckles to directly send out a message to anyone that looked at you.

Dex’s hand often now rested on your lower back when you were simply walking down the streets of New York. And as usual he walked on the street side of the sidewalk, because maybe if a car driver would send some water spraying he would rather be hit with it than his lovely star.

He often lends you his spare FBI jacket where his name was printed over the heart pocket, whenever you were just going out to grab some food or something else. It satisfied the inner clawing jealousy that was ripping at his rip cage whenever you went out alone and he was out and about. It also made him dream of one day you would have the last name Poindexter.

He is just your protective FBI boyfriend. ♡

[nahufragio]

[atropa-digitalis]

#need that

How does he look so angelic in purple lighting?!

[spidey-webz]

he’s so boyfriend coded

[imtaashu]

𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟.

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader ✦ Genre: Fluff | Jealousy | Comfort | Established Relationship ✦ Word Count: 1.8k ✦ Summary: When someone from your past gets too friendly at an Avengers party, Bucky’s quiet possessiveness surfaces. He’s never loud or mean just gentle hands, sharp eyes, and soft whispers that remind you exactly who you belong to. But beneath it all? A little boy afraid you’ll realize you deserve someone better. Not on your watch.

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The Tower was loud tonight.

Some Stark-hosted charity gala with too many rich people and not enough food. You looked beautiful wearing a silky deep-red dress Bucky helped you zip up. You’d caught his reflection in the mirror when he did. His hands lingered at your waist. His eyes had softened like butter.

“Gonna need to stay near me all night, doll,” he’d murmured against your skin. “You’re dangerous lookin’.”

And you had, mostly. Until now.

Bucky had gone to grab drinks. You stayed behind to answer a few questions from a reporter when he appeared. Dressed sharp. Smug. The kind of face that belonged to a time before Bucky a time you barely thought about anymore.

“Y/N,” he greeted, smile too confident. “Wow, you still look good enough to ruin my week.”

You blinked. “Hi… Nate. That’s flattering and weird.”

He laughed. “What, I can’t compliment an old friend? Thought I was forgiven for… everything.”

“I never said that,” you deadpanned.

He stepped closer. “Still feisty. Makes me think maybe we had something good—”

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, you felt a presence behind you. Strong. Quiet. Warm.

Bucky.

He slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you gently back against his chest.

“She has something better now,” Bucky said, calm but unmistakably protective. “So you can stop thinking.”

Nate blinked. “Woah, man. Just catching up.”

“You don’t need to catch up,” Bucky replied with a small smile one that didn’t reach his eyes. “She’s doing great.”

You placed your hand on Bucky’s chest, heart thudding at the tension you felt in him.

“It’s fine,” you whispered to him.

“It’s not,” Bucky murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “He doesn’t get to talk to you like that.”

Nate shrugged awkwardly and left with a muttered “whatever.”

But Bucky didn’t let go.

Back upstairs in your shared suite, Bucky was oddly quiet. His hand never left yours, but he wasn’t his usual soft, goofy self. He sat on the bed, undoing his tie with a distant look in his eyes.

You walked over slowly, cupping his face. “Hey. You okay?”

He nodded too quickly.

“James.”

He looked up at you. His jaw twitched. “I know I shouldn’t get like that.”

“Like what?”

“Possessive. Jealous.” He glanced away. “He used to know you. I’m not— I mean, I’m just…”

You raised a brow. “Just what?”

“I’m not easy to love,” he said quietly.

Your heart cracked. “Bucky—”

“I know I’ve got you now, but people like him he can smile and talk pretty and not worry about the damage he’s done. Me? I’m always scared one day you’ll look at me and realize I’m too much work.”

You sat down next to him, curling your hand around his metal fingers. “Do you want me to list every reason you’re my person?”

He gave a tired smile. “You’ve done that before.”

“I’ll do it every day if I have to,” you said, curling into his lap. “But I need you to understand something.”

Bucky blinked down at you, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You’re allowed to be protective,” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his. “You didn’t raise your voice. You didn’t make a scene. You just held me like you were afraid to lose me. And that? That’s love, Buck. That’s not ‘too much work.’ That’s everything I’ve ever wanted.”

His grip tightened. “I don’t want to share you. Ever.”

“You don’t have to.”

“You looked too pretty tonight,” he mumbled into your neck. “I should’ve kept you in sweats and a hoodie.”

You giggled. “You helped me pick that dress.”

“I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“I like clingy Bucky.”

He groaned, then pulled you back against him on the bed, his arms caging you in, face buried in your neck. “I’m not letting go.”

“Good,” you whispered, brushing his hair back gently. “Because I’m yours. Always. No matter who shows up at some party.”

He didn’t respond right away. Just kissed your shoulder and exhaled like he’d been holding his breath all night “Mine,” he murmured. “You’re mine.”

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[mbbvixen]

pov: your camera roll if seungcheol was ur boyfriend

[cozyland]

MY BOY