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FBI!Benjamin ‘Dex’ Poindexter x Reader

a/n: what happens when his north star gets abducted and he gets their case. kinda got into criminal minds again (y’know why) so i had to write this lol, also kinda wanted to write a fic for this idea but i cant cause i’m too busy with all my other stuff :(

cw: Dex being Dex, angst, reader is kidnapped by a (random) serial killer, mentions of torture/death, obsessive/stalker behavior, violence/gore, traumatized!reader, co-dependency.

He was panicking, he could find you, he didn’t see you at your favorite cafe in the morning anymore, you had stopped going to work, and you weren’t in your apartment, he’s looked everywhere and still, nothing. you hadn’t moved away without him knowing, had you? was he so neglectful to have not noticed? no way, he had always made sure to have at least one moment of his day for you and only you, that was the one thing that kept him together, so how could you? how could he have missed it? no no, you wouldn’t just leave everything behind, something must’ve interfered on your life. taken you from him.

Then the case file ended up on his desk, and there you were, your picture, name, and so much information, all of it in the file of potential victims, dread sank into his gut, how could he have let this happen, he should have watched over you more, it’s his fault that this monster has taken you, oh how scared you must be right now, if you were even still alive.

He studied every aspect of the case throughout the night, not letting himself rest until he got it, he had to find you before this killer decided it was your time, you’ve already been gone for 2 days, and according to the suspects MO, you had very little time left. he kept reading file after file, obsessing over every detail, seeing every horrific picture of the previous victims, how they were clearly tortured for the suspects sick gratification, how their skin were carved up while still alive, then gutted like a pig. Dex would not let this happen to you, he couldn’t let this animal leave your corpse in this humiliating pose his imagination had formed.

Finally, he figured it out, the patterns leading him straight to the beast, he called his higher ups despite himself, having fought everything in him to just go and get you out himself, he knew it’d be safer for you if he got the swat with him, so after a single phone call, he got into his gear and drove as fast as he could to the address, getting there just as the rest of the agents did.

He scanned every corner as he made his way through the run down building, gun drawn and ready, his team quietly cleared the area looking for the suspect while he looked for you. making his way down underground to the basement, he found what appeared to be an old-timey bomb shelter hidden behind shelves and boxes, the metal feet of the shelf scraped against the concrete floor as he used his body to push it out of the way. carefully he would open the heavy door, gun still in hand, the pitch black room barely touched by light as he stood in the now opened doorway, and there, finally he found you huddled in a corner, your wrists and ankles zip tied tightly together as you shivered in fear.

Dex was careful with approaching you, his eyes scanned the room to make sure it was secure before putting away his gun, his hands were out where you could see them as he walked toward you, “FBI, i’m special agent Poindexter, you’re safe— i’m here to help” he hesitatingly kept to his script, to disarm himself, make you feel safer before he carefully cut the zip ties, your flesh bruised and raised raw from how tight they were. “he— is he..” you shakily stumble on your words, your eyes darting behind him in paranoia, “we got him, he won’t hurt you again” he spoke with such care in his voice. seeing how weak you were, he took you into his arms and carried you like you were a koala, strong enough to hold you up with one arm as he walked out.

He got you out of the building just as the suspect got cuffed while held to the ground; having tried to flee once they found him. Dex kept a safe distance from the man, he could feel your short breaths hitting his collar, hiding your teary face against his neck as you clung to him like he was your lifeline, you needed him, he was your safety. when in reality, you had saved him from himself more times than he could count by just living, seeing you go about your day was enough to keep him sane, although you wouldn’t know that. you wouldn’t let go of him even as you got to the ambulance, the paramedics needed to check you for any injuries, so Dex gave them a understanding look, before sitting down “are you able to sit? they need to make sure you’re okay” he asked softly, you nodded and got seated, still he held your hand to give you some comfort as they flashed your eyes to check your pupils and felt your neck for any serious injury.

He’d visit you in the hospital, in the guise of being on the clock, and getting information about the case, but really he was just there to see you. he got you a bouquet of your favorite flowers; which you thought was just coincidence, he’d talk to you when you felt up for it, but mostly he’d just sit there watching over you like a guard dog.

You were clearly traumatized by the incident, who wouldn’t have been after such events. but, the law wouldn’t wait for you to heal mentally before they threw you back into reliving those traumatic moments, they had you testify against the man that did this to you, having to look him in the eye as you saw the sick satisfaction they held as you retold the events of what had occurred, reveling in the gruesome details of your torture and fear, you could see how much he loved the fact that you saw his face every time you closed your eyes, that you couldn’t sleep. Dex was in the courtroom glaring bullets into his skull the entire time, but still giving you a comforting look every time you’d glance his way, helping you keep yourself together, not letting the monster see you cry as you got him locked away for life.

Dex became your rock, you’re safe space after that trail, after everything. he became your friend then your lover in only a few months, moving in together, being there for the other whenever one of you would get night terrors or panic attacks, he took care of you, helped you heal while you kept him sane, needing each other just as much. of course how your relationship started was obviously controversial in the eyes of his fellow agents, seeing it as unprofessional, they didn’t know he had already been watching you before the incident, just thinking that he took advantage of your vulnerable state as and excuse to get himself a ‘fuck buddy’, he hated that idea, but, he didn’t let it bother himself too much, shoving the lovey-dovey phone calls in their faces every day to make their soulless rumors crumble in a short while, ignoring the glances his coworkers would give him whenever he’d go home to you, judging him, but he couldn’t care less cause he finally had you, secure in his arms.

And that just makes him fall for them more cause that’s the cutest and sweetest reaction he has ever gotten in his life 🥺.

HERE IT IS!!

AAAAAHHHH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS IDEA ITS SOOO CUTE 😖

Benjamin ‘Dex’ Poindexter x Reader

request by @insecthorse

a/n: this is a shorter one, it just didn’t fit as a hcs so here we are! loved writing this it was so cute 😖 (also, kind of had fbi!dex in mind while writing this, but still, i could also see ddba!dex being like this lol).

word count: 1000+

cw: Dex being Dex, fluff, stereotypical movie moment, first kisses, both of you are inexperienced, awkwardness, in the beginning stages of their relationship.

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after a lovely night out, Dex drove you home from your third date together, quietly enjoying the ride as the radio played some random station. his freehand was anxiously on your thigh, just resting, his face calm and focused on the road, while mentally he was petrified of doing something wrong, he wanted to play it safe so as to not scare you off. but he was so overwhelmed with what he felt for you, that he couldn’t keep the dam sealed, small cracks allowing it to leak through.

when pulling up by your apartment building, he turned down the music, glancing your way before getting out, walking around the car, and opened the door for you, shyly smiling as he lent you his hand, and helped you out of the car. you thanked him, standing there in the gentle breeze, both unsure of what to say in the moment, you felt the awkwardness clawing at your chest when you chose to break that silence and opened your mouth, “i had a great time tonight.. um” fidgeting with your hands as you glanced away quickly biting back your smile, “yeah—? me too” he breathed out in relief, looking down at his shoes, his heart fluttering behind his ribs, realizing he’s still holding your hand, he brushed his thumb over the back of it. feeling that quiet affection, you look back to him, your face burning under your skin. he looked so flustered despite his put together exterior, always trying to look right, it was nice on him, and something you’ve come to appreciate a lot after having only been around slobs of men all your life who thought it was ‘feminine’ to look after themselves. Dex wasn’t like that, not even close, his cleanliness made him even more attractive than he already was, and just the way he carried himself, all the while still letting himself be vulnerable around you, maybe without even knowing it. you liked him a lot.

stuck at thought, you hadn’t noticed him looking back at you, with that look you’ve gotten quite acquainted with, soft, almost raw, like he’s looking at something he’s dreamed of for decades, something he’s been searching for his entire lifetime. but that couldn’t be it, right? your hand slipped from his, riding up the side of his arm, as you stood up on your tippy toes, leaning in, making Dex think you were about to kiss his cheek, but, there was a slight hesitance in your eyes before you seemingly decided against it, just giving him a hug instead, your nerves having won the minor battle in your mind. he ducked his head down into your neck, breathing you in, his arms carefully wrapped around you, no words shared between you as you just stood there soaking in each other’s warmth for a while. feeling your pulse spike against his cheek just as you slowly pulled back, pulling yourself together taking a breath, you looked him in the eye “‘kay… hope you sleep well” you smiled before turning to leave.

he grabbed your hand, stopping you where you were, you looked at him with such a sweet gaze, brows knit in slight confusion, giving him a polite smile, you were perfect, all of you, and just like that, his dam crumbled.

he brought his hand to your face, gently caressing your cheek as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours, making your eyelashes flutter in surprise. his every action felt hesitant and shy, even as he wrapped his freehand around your waist, the realization hitting you right there and then, oh this is actually happening. your heart pounding in your throat as you anxiously leaned into it, and the tension in his body immediately relaxed, relieved that you hadn’t pushed him off, he deepened the kiss, a surprised whimper slipped off your tongue, making his heart skip a beat, it was the most precious thing he’s ever heard, and he wanted more.

his confidence grew and he tightened his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, carefully pushing his way into your mouth, luring out more of your soft mewls, tongues clumsily tangling together, the inexperience clear in the both of you but was overshadowed by the neediness.

he almost couldn’t believe he’s gotten this far with you, thinking you would’ve ran for the hills by date one, maybe seeing something off about him that he hadn’t noticed, but you didn’t, you leaned into him more and he felt how much you wanted him too.

your hands snaking their way up his neck, fingers tangling with the short hairs at the nape of his neck coaxing a satisfied groan from his lips, your feet sank back onto the ground, his head following yours, not letting the kiss dissolve, he slid his hand up from your waist, lightly tracing up your back, as his hands cupped your face, “you’re s’perfect” he mumbled into your lips, his tongue lapped against yours as you melted into him.

time disappeared from him the needier the kiss got, barely noticing as your fingers gripped at his jacket as the both of you got lightheaded by the lack of air, he pulled back panting lightly as his eyes focused on you, seeing your eyes glazed over, pupils blooming with awe, a clear heat radiating off your cheeks. so much love in your eyes; it made his hands tremble, “sweetheart” he breathed out, thumb grazing over your bottom lip.

you were too precious for his heart to handle, feeling it thundering against his rib cage as your pupils focused in on him, a quiet groan leaving your mouth as you shyly hid your face in his chest, almost making him laugh in disbelief, his heartbeat still aching in his chest, he ran his hand down your hair in a comforting manner, just holding you until that shyness burned away, lifting your head back up, looking at him as he caressed your face once more. “you’re everything i’ve ever dreamed of” his whisper sprouted into your heart, your eyes big in awe you pressed a kiss onto his pulsing wrist.