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Ryland Grace who breathes in deep through his nose when he kisses you on the mouth because his heartβs beating so fast he needs to catch his breath but cannot bring himself to pull away.
Ryland Grace who once he has a taste of you, wraps his arms around you to try and hold you as close as possible because stupid physics says he canβt be under your skin no matter how badly he wants to be.
Ryland Grace who feels his knees go weak when you tilt your head to deepen the kiss AND card your fingers through his hair.
Ryland Grace who swears you can hear how fast and loud his heartbeat is when you kiss him because itβs clear as a bell to him.
Ryland Grace who is right where he wants to be, wrapped around your finger.
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β€·bendex: 2nd street east. 9pm sharp. I'll be waiting.
Frankcas: damn mamaπ
β€·bendex: 170.171.189.144 new york Francis "Frank" G. Castle.
Irene: π₯π₯π₯
β€·bendex: π§―π§―π§―
Jπ: girl get your husbandππ
Before Dex can type a reply, his phone gets snatched.
"That's enough for the day, yeah?" With a hand to his chest you ground him.
Dex groans, "I don't like people seeing you."
His hands clings to your waist as you straddle his lap. "I know, but you can't keep threatening people, benny."
"Fine." He huffs, shoving his face into your neck.
Except it's not. And now every video you upload, trust he will be there.
A hand on your thigh, a bigger ring, flowers in the background, changing your bio to @/bendexπ.
And one day, Dex walks in the living room with a box in his hand. You're sitting typing away at your laptop.
"Hey, love" you greet him with a smile.
Dex sits at your feet, rubbing your thighs up and down, "brought you somethin'"
He hands the gift you as you sit upstraight, curious.
It's a gold necklace, a little heavy in your hand, with "Dex" on it.
"Never take it off." He kisses your knees and stands up, signaling you to turn around so he can help you with the necklace.
Kisses linger at the back of your neck, before his rough yet soft fingers pull the necklace threads to the back, you trace his name on the necklace, warmth filling your heart.
"Thank you."
"Anything for you."
Your next video is a lip syncing of the song "he's my man" with your hair tied back so the necklace is clear.
Military!Dex who has zero actual social skills in the barracks, but the second anyone asks about home he lights up like a damn Christmas tree. Heβs that guy pulling out his wallet to show off picture after picture of you β you smiling at the camera, you in his old hoodie, you kissing his cheek. βSheβs the best thing that ever happened to me,β he brags, voice full of rare, genuine pride. The other guys tease him for being whipped, but he doesnβt care. Talking about you is the only time he feels normal.
Military!Dex who will never, ever admit to you that he sometimes hires private eyes to keep tabs while heβs deployed. He tells himself itβs just worry. Heβs halfway across the world with a rifle in his hands and nightmares in his head; he just needs to know youβre safe, that youβre waiting for him, that no oneβs trying to take you away. Every report that comes back saying youβre okay lets him breathe a little easier.
Military!Dex who used to nervously twirl a challenge coin between his knuckles to keep his hands busy and his mind steady. The day he decided to propose, he replaced that coin with your engagement ring. Now when the anxiety creeps in, he spins the ring on its chain around his neck instead β a constant reminder of you, that youβre his, that he has something worth coming home to.
Military!Dex who writes you letters that are almost painfully honest at 0300 when he canβt sleep. He never sends the ones where he sounds too broken. Instead he sends the ones where he tells you heβs counting down the days, that heβs being careful behind the scope, that heβs trying to be better for you.
Military!Dex who fucks you like crazy the second heβs back on American soil. The insecurity hits hardest after long deployments β heβs convinced you could do better, but the way you look at him and the way you moan his name keeps the darkness quiet.
Military!Dex who keeps a photo of you tucked inside his helmet. During long, silent hours on overwatch, he pulls it out and traces your face with his thumb. Youβre the only thing that makes the violent thoughts fade. His reason to keep his aim true and his mind intact.
IDEA: ryland grace x wife!reader, a power couple in the field, sent on the mission together, not bothering with contraceptives because after years of failed attempts to conceive, you were told you were infertileβ¦
You threaded your fingers through Dexβs dirty blond hair. His warm breath brushed softly across your skin.
These were the moments you lived forβlying in bed with Dex, both of you in nothing but your underwear, listening to the secret words he murmured against your skin.
You knew who the man gently kissing you really was. Even if he had left that life behind for your sake, his hands were still stained with blood. Every time he touched you, you could almost feel that blood dripping onto your own skin.
βBaby,β you said gently, βwe need to get up.β
Dex grumbled and pulled you closer. A laugh slipped from your lips as you wrapped your arms around him.
βWeβve got things to do, darling.β
Dex sat up immediately. The disappointment on his face was impossible to miss. You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before slipping free from his arms and climbing out of bed.
βStay.β
βAs much as Iβd love to, I canβt. You know that, Dexy.β
Dex let out an irritated sigh and sat up. When he had agreed to run away with you and start a completely new life in another country, he had believed it meant heβd earned the right to hold you forever.
βI have sculptures to finish. If the orders are late, you know how angry the Germans get.β
He rolled his eyes.
βYeah, fucking Germans. I can kill them al for you.β
You raised a finger to your lips. βShh. Donβt be racist.β
Dex grinned and flopped back onto the pillow while you put one of your favorite records on the turntable and continued getting ready.
Your room was filled with sculptures you had made. Dex loved displaying your work, and he loved watching you create it. Just as you had rebuilt him from the ground up, watching those magical hands shape flawless works of art stirred feelings in him he could never put into words.
By the time you had nearly finished getting ready, Dex finally got out of bed. Wrapping his arms around you from behind, he held you as you swayed to the rhythm of the record.
βIf you ever leave me,β he whispered into your ear, βIβll kill myself.β You rolled your eyes. βIβm never going to leave you, Dex. Stop talking.β
Dex was quiet for a moment. Then he spoke again, his voice so soft it sounded like he was reassuringβor confessingβto himself more than to you.
βWhat if you die? What if I canβt protect you?β
βDex, you watch me twenty-four hours a day.β
βWhat if itβs something I canβt stop?β
You rolled your eyes again and turned to face him.
βI see youβre in a cheerful mood this morning.β
He gave a faint smile, but the worry in his eyes never faded. You cupped his face in your hands. He placed his own hand over yours, gently brushing the ring on your ring finger with his thumb.
βIβm here. Iβm not going anywhere.β
Closing his eyes, he whispered,
βYouβre here... youβre not going anywhere.β
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