“dex needs like a really weirdo fucked up girlfriend” (ben poindexter x reader)
whatever wilson said ;) (ill post a part two with more unhinged ones, these are quite vanilla)
warnings?: shes crazy, he loves it.
1. you are a lovely girlfriend, cleaning up when dex wasn’t home, cooking simple meals for when you want to have a night in, fixing up his suit when the fabric tears.
while you do such lovely, domestic acts for dex, you also become giddy when he stumbles into the apartment bleeding from his side. stitching him close with precision and love. your tongue bitten between your teeth.
he was yours in these moments, slouched against the couch, panting in your ear, saliva lightly dripping down the corner of his mouth- mouth slightly agape as he watched you mend you up.
2. on late nights when dex was gone for hours on hours, and it felt wrong to be in bed alone. you would grab your book, blanket and any clothing dex had worn before leaving and snuggle on the couch. sitting on the couch meant you had direct view of the front door.
you memorized the sound of his footsteps, so when he was outside the apartment you would unlock the door before he could knock.
the first couple of times dex found it amusing and a little creepy. now he finds it comforting and greets you with a kiss and nibble on your bottom lip every fucking time.
3. the first time you meet matt murdock, its under quiet violent circumstances.
matt realizes something is deeply wrong with you almost immediately. he hears your heartbeat slightly change while dex talks about violence and instantly understands, you like this.
your big, bad, misunderstood boyfriend is just creating boundaries, trying to better himself for you!
and it turns you on so so bad.
4. one night you went to sleep quite early, dex smiles with glee finding his missing knife tucked inside your nightstand beside lip gloss and receipts like it belongs there. he leaves it, just to see what you’d with it.
should’ve taken in because dex opens his eyes to you straddling him, nose almost touching his with the very same knife digging into his neck.
your eyes are glassy and red, lips wobbling as you whisper out, “who is karen?”
“karen?” dex repeats, like he’s annoyed the name is even in your mouth.
“she can’t even choose between murdock and castle and you’re worried about me talking to her?”
a short, humorless exhale.
“there is no one for me in this world, except you”
then, quieter he whispers against your lips while softly taking the knife from your shaking hands “so stop acting like there’s anyone else here.”
5. dex was maybe a block away from the apartment when he felt you behind him, he stopped and smiled. “sweetheart…i know your there.”
you emerged from the shadows pouting, “you only kissed me two times.”
you heard dex’s muffled laugh through his mask as he sauntered over to you, sliding his hands over your ass. he leaned down to kiss you and you deepened it wrapping your legs around him.
“you left this” you whispered handing him one of his main knifes. dex smiled as he rubbed his thumb across the engraved blade ‘taken’.
he looked up to see you walk away back home, “thanks for the kiss.”
dex being dex, made sure you got in and locked the door before walking back down the street.
6. he found a box of his belongings, not belonging but what else do you call it? his broken tooth from a fight, a bullet case you personally removed from his body months back. polaroids of him sleeping, and one with him taking off his suit mid way. you kept clipping of his vigilante name from newspapers.
you were scared when dex approached you with the box in his hands, “you kept these things?” he asked lowly.
shamefully, you nodded. and in return he smiled and slammed his lips onto yours.
“no one has cared for me like this ever.”
7. you liked documenting stuff on your phone, photos and videos of scenery, food, little ducklings in the park.
detailed videos of his scars and wounds across his body as he slept, a video of him putting on his suit, mask and weapons in their respective places. selfies of the both of you in dim lighting, as he softly licked into your mouth.
at night, you would record the marks he would leave all over you after fucking while he was in the shower. a keep sake for when they would fade away. your favorite was photos of him candid at home, washing plates, shaving his beard with a towel wrapped around his waist hanging dangerously low on his hips.
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the things i would do to play dex’s weirdo fucked up gf
