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you’re bent low over the billiard table, elbows locked, fingers curled around the cue stick - every muscle taut with focus. dex stands so close behind you as he adjusts your stance. one hand rests on your hip to turn you slightly; the other guides yours around the stick. the silence is heavy except for dex's slow breathing behind you.
“you gotta bend low,” he murmurs, voice low and breathless. “really lean into it.” his big frame folds over yours like a shadow. his chest hovering just above your back, every inch of him radiating warmth through his dress shirt and tailored pants that hug his strong thighs.
dex leans down until one arm braces beside yours on the table while his other hand glides slowly from hipbone up along spine - feather-light. teasingly close but not touching where you want most. his hips tilt forward.
you’re bent over completely now, forearms flat against the green felt, back arched slightly from leaning so low. your hair spills forward, hiding your flushed face. every muscle in your body is tense.
the silence stretches, thick and charged. you don’t move. can’t move - frozen in the curve of your posture, every nerve ending alight where his body meets yours. the pressure from his bulge is constant. his chest rises against your back.
one hand lifts slightly before sliding down your side again: fingertips trailing along the dip of your waist through soft, silky fabric. testing how you react without words. when they reach lower, just above hipbone, a single thumb brushes over it once.
you feel as soft, warm lips press against the side of your neck - right where your skin is most sensitive and you shiver. it’s subtle but he feels it: the tiny tremor running through you from head to toe.
"I noticed the way he was looking at you"
his voice had dropped an octave. the room feels like it’s shrinking, the air thick with something unspoken - something heavy and electric that made your skin prickle. you stiffen instantly - not because you did anything wrong, but because of what those words imply. your face burns red all over.
dex doesn’t pull away after the kiss. he lingers, lips still pressed to your neck like he’s memorizing the taste of your skin. you can feel how tense he is as his jaw flexes. his gaze locks onto the man across the billiard table, some guy in a leather jacket, casually leaning by the bar with a drink, who’d been glancing your way earlier.
"maybe I should show him… exactly who you belong to."
his arm tightens around your waist again, pulling you back harder against his chest. the room is quiet, the background noise fading into a dull hum as dex remains locked in that intense stare with the man. his large frame looms over you completely. every breath he takes expands his chest visibly - syncing with your own nervous breathing beside him.
suddenly, the cue stick moves smoothly through your hands as dex guides you - his large fingers curling around yours, adjusting your grip on the shaft. he aligns the tip of the cue with the eight ball sitting perfectly in position at the corner pocket. his chest presses lightly against your back again, just enough to steady you both while he positions it for a clean shot.
you take a small inhale and let him take control. the ball rolls forward, spinning fast as it drops cleanly into the final pocket.
"good job, baby" dex turns you around softly to face him. his eyes are dark. theres a smug, dangerous smile curling at the corners of his mouth. your body tenses instinctively.
"we should use that aim of yours on something more... important." dex says as he glares at the man behind you. "think you can make another thing disappear just as easy?"
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benjamin poindexter (fbi! dex) x f!reader
Cw: 18+, p in v, switch!dex, oral (f & m receiving), creampie, dry humping, hickeys/scratches/bruises
fbi! dex who tries to leave you but it only last a few hours.
a bad day at work that turned into him destroying his apartment, forgetting that the two of you had plans together in the process. after he sees your concerned face at the wreckage, he knows it's only a matter of time until it's over. even when you tell him that it's okay and you were just worried about him. staring at his knuckles that were blooded form punching the wall.
so to try and dull the pain he's expecting, he decides that he'll leave you first. snapping at you to just rip the band aid off and get out of his apartment. immediately feeling ten times worse once you do what he says. after an hour of crying on his knees, now having moved past the rage part of his breakdown into the sadness part, and then another hour hyperventilating at the shambles his life is in, he grabs his phone. seeing a text from you that he missed.
when you're ready to let me back in, just come over to my house. we'll figure out how to make things better together.
the text is enough to pull him back together. he picks up flowers on the way to your place. google told him that's what boyfriends do when apologizing. he hides his face behind the bouquet when you open the door. hesitant eyes peering over the flowers until you reach out to grab his empty hand, pulling him inside with a small smile.
and suddenly, his bad day and the rollercoaster of emotions finally comes to an end. because as he looks at you, all he can feel is a high coming on.
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۶ৎ fbi 𝓓𝐄𝐗 and his dying obsession with you ₁₈₊
© 𝒹rqcaryz . est ‘ 26
of course it was just a job at first , just a another person they asked him to keep tabs on but there was something that made you stand out to him . he’s never really had love , never felt it for anyone and he can’t even say for sure if this is what it is but it has to be something right ?
the obsession started small , just simple things like your daily routine , the steps you take everyday and the places you normally go to . then it’s the things you eat , the foods you like and the drinks you get to the t , the allergies you have and the foods you utterly despise . your friends , your families , of course things he needs to know for the job but it gets to the point where he starts to investigate them as well to find more information on you , things he doesn’t need to know that much . upbringing yea but baby pictures ? don’t think so
i mean he lets you go in the end , to ‘ soft ? ’ to bring you in even though you’re probably a threat , why would the fbi be looking for you in the first place . but he just can’t help it , if you’re in prison , or worse dead , how can he keep an eye on you ? he wouldn’t be able to watch you do things through your window all day , watch you sleep from the balcony , send you gifts from an admirer with things he knows you like . because dex would rather leave the fbi than lose this hold you have over him
and when you two ‘ randomly ’ met by some ‘ chance ’ it all felt right . in those days when you two would casually hang out , because why not have some fun , he seemed to know the exact things you like , you found this . . . charming per say . the way he’d court you with flowers and gifts and small things that matter . the way he’d get jealous whenever you went out with anyone but him , the snarling and the hidden frowns and the sudden footsteps in your humble abode at midnight . it was all part of the plan wasn’t it ???
to get dex head over heels , obsessive , crazy in love , a love only a willow tree can conjure type shit . . . it’s why you did all those things to get the fbi’s attention . dex isn’t the mastermind , it’s you :)
PLS tell me I'm not the only one that sees it !
꩜ — BENJAMIN POINDEXTER HEADCANONS authors notes - not beta read! excuse typos + intentional lowercase.
first headcanon/fanfic post on this account -w-"'
contains nsfw + sfw headcanons.
dex who loves it when he’s on top of you during sex, he loves it when your body is pinned beneath his, a heavy stare settles onto his face, that never leaves yours. he’s completely and utterly enamoured by how your eyes roll back, or how your mouth forms perfect “o” shapes. it’s almost predatory about how much he studies you, hips rolling into you deeper with every thrust, like trying to ring out as much pleasure out of you as he can. he’ll stop mid-thrust just to see you squirm even more.
dex who is one hundred percent, a tits person. he loves it when you both fall asleep together and he can rest his head on your chest, listening to your heart beat as he dozes off. it’s almost a hyperfixation on your breasts– not just sexually, like his personal stress toys.
dex always carries a piece of you wherever he goes. he never leaves without carrying something that belongs to you or reminds him of you. his pockets always contain atleast one item, maybe a too-tight hair tie on his wrist, or a worn, sickly yellow stained polaroid of you tucked in his wallet.
olderbf!dex who struggled with erectile dysfuntion before meeting you– not from a lack of desire, but a side effect that came along with his medication, and partly because, he had no one to get off to. god, but with you? just your presence– or even the way you look at him– is enough to get him hard instantly. it’s almost embarrassing how quickly his body responds to you, how he has to adjust himself discreetly when you walk into the room.
olderbf!dex who has a ritual involving gum. after your first kiss, he became obsessed with the watermelon gum you were chewing during then, the pink and green packaging now holds an almost sacred significance to him. every time he goes on his non negotiable walk, he buys a few packs of it. dex claims it helped him focus (which, more than likely, did the opposite), it’s really just because the taste reminds him of that first intimate moment with you.
olderbf!dex who just doesn’t believe in “right person, wrong time”– that’s nonsense to him. in his very fucked up worldview, you are his person, period. a northstar is a permanent, fixed place in his guidance of life. any time, any place, doesn’t change how much you’re meant to be with him.
dex who absolutely loves it when he can analyze your microexpressions and body language with full precision. in the deepest parts of his twisted mind, it makes him happy that no one else knows you as much as he does, not even yourself. he’ll bring you tea before you’re sick, even keeps a small journal that logs every one of your preferences– sexual or nonsexual. for fuck sakes, he knows when you’re menstrual cycle starts.
dex who love sit when he can build a collection of your stolen underwear, he organizes them like evidence in an investigation. he has dozens of pairs, each labeled with the date when he stole them. for example, “BLUE LACE - FEBUARY 14TH, VALENTINE’S DINNER” or another label might read “PINK COTTON - MARCH 2ND, MORNING AFTER SHE SLEPT OVER” sometimes he’ll arrange them on his bed and take his time sniffing each one.
@uzmacchiato for dividers , 0.5k words.
fbi!dex crying during sex
his precise, calculated thrusts turned inconsistent, hips sloppily rutting against yours, sound of skin slapping and moans filling the room. your legs wrapped around dex’s waist, pulling him impossibly close, a loud moan escaping from your lips as he hit the spot that makes your eyes roll back. there was only one thing on dex’s mind; how fucking good you feel.
it was almost like everything else in the world disappeared once he hit that spot. his only focus was hitting that same spot over, and over, and over again. he was so lost in the way your walls clenched around him, the slick, lewd sounds and mess between your bodies only motivated him to go even faster. it was all too much for poor dex, everything became so overwhelming, tears started to fall from his eyes, hiding his face in the crook of your neck out of embarrassment.
despite the tears falling from his eyes and the sobs escaping his lips, he never slowed his pace. in fact, he sobbed even harder when he came, stars clouding his vision as his body shook.
