#dex headcanons

SOFT SPOT ━━╋━　 mdni .ᐟ oral (f), unprotected p-in-v mentioned, dacryfilia, blood mentions, spit and drool, overstimulation, impact play, cunt slaps, squirting, cum play, free use, dex is lwk a weirdo...

dex always had a soft spot for you.

you could get away with anything with him. he'd make dinner even after a long night out dealing with god knows what, covered in blood and all you'd still be his priority. it's not as though he wouldn't kill for you, bleed for you even, of course he would do that within a heart beat if you asked. but what really got you is the little things. the butterfly kisses, the squeeze of his hand when you got nervy.

so when he found you there, wrapped up in your sheets sniffling and teary eyed he knew what to do. crawling up into your bed and over your body, cooing sweetly in his rough raspy voice, his face hovered over yours.

"oh my poor baby—"

"lemme fix it for you— make you feel all better…", he whispers close to your ear murmuring in his heavy, low voice, his breath dancing across your skin as he reached his big hands to cup your face. it was dark and dim and the moonlight, that managed to slip into your room, framed him perfectly, highlighting the glint of his teeth and the slight inhuman look behind his eyes. you feel his thumbs rubbing across your cheeks softly, soothing your tears and wiping them away softly.

"s'all better now baby—"

dexs' body made its way between your legs as he dug his nose right under your jaw, inhaling your scent deeply as he split your legs wider, itching closer to what he wanted. his tongue lapped over your skin, getting a taste of your salty tears while his hands palmed over the the skin of your thighs. rubbing over them soothingly as his hands dragged under your flimsy pyjamas, palming at the soft skin of your belly and curling his thick arms around you to grope the plush of your ass.

he kissed you messily, letting his tongue slip into your mouth and trace over your teeth and gums, letting you suck at it needily as if it would placate you, distract you from your tears and mess of a mind. he laps at your tongue before he trails his kisses down your neck letting his sharp teeth scrape down the length of your soft skin, over your collarbones and drag down the dip in between your tits. he shifted while tugging down your panties, trying to get face to face with your cunt.

dex was drooling like a fucking animal leaving spit filled kisses and nips over the sensitive skin of you inner thighs as if he were taken over by the untamed, savage part of his mind.

"such a pretty pussy sweetheart…" , he groans with his hips pressing into the mattress, jaw slack.

"fuckin' delicious— poor things cryin' more then you—"

dex pulls your legs over his shoulders with ease, tugging your dripping cunt closer to the heat of his mouth, urged on by your grasping hands and heavy panting breaths of his name. his hands spread open your pussy, before glancing up at you with his endlessly dark eyes and a curl of excitement on his lips. suddenly he's nosing up into your cunt, letting his nose drag across your soaked folds and bump into your twitching clit.

a desperate, gutturally hungry moan leaves his mouth, straight from deep in his chest whilst grasping at your legs, keeping them pried open. he listened intently to each of your little gasps and moans, breathless and whiny praise that had him licking broad stripes along your pussy with a little smirk.

it's wet and disgusting and purely vulgar.

and thats exactly how dex liked it.

dex pushes his face further into your weeping, soaked pussy, kneeling between your legs as if in deep prayer. you taste like sin and salvation all in one. he groans, mouthing over your sopping hole, dipping his long tongue into it. the hot muscle had you seeing stars, your legs tense around him, holding him there.

hes lapping and babbling like a mad man, his nose swiping back and forth across your clit to your opening, soaking his face with your sweet slick.

"that feel good baby?"

you cant even answer, too busy crying out with your back arched and your eyes rolling back behind your eye lids. he lets out a tiny, almost mocking laugh.

"dex— fuck…"

"love it when you make that face—" he whispers lowly into your crotch as your thighs squeezed and trembled around his head.

dex devoured you completely, as if a starved man.

he buried his head into your bucking hips with crude slurps of his tongue, making a mess of himself with spit and slick drenching his face from his nose to his chin. your head tilts back with a loud moan and he knows you're close to release. this only urges him on.

"so pretty baby— fuck—"

his hands force you wider, watching your pussy pulse around nothing, drooling and crying for him to sooth it. he responds by spitting harshly, right on your pretty clit, making him let out a lazy laugh, watching patiently as it dripped down the rest of your pussy only for him to lap it all up again in one firm stroke of his tongue.

he groans loudly into your cunt, watching your chest heave as his hands tighten around your thighs. he can feel it, how close you are, he can feel it with every moan and cry and obscenely sloppy sounds of his mouth connected to your cunt.

"cum on my tongue baby— shit— c'mon—", he pants out as you begin to convulse, muscles spasming as you cry out his name, fisting at his hair as he tongue fucked you through your peak. he groans loudly, devouring your high not letting any of your sweet creaming release go to waste.

when he's done you're left a mess, a wet twitching, fucked out mess. you're panting into the sheets, barely awake with your hands reaching for him blindly as he crawls over you. behind your own slick and the mess of spit on his mouth he smirks, proud of his mess and with that mouth he kisses you. its gross, you whimper at the taste of yourself, letting him push his tongue into your mouth. he watches you face, your pretty fucked out face that barely understands what's going on. he can still see the dried streaks of tears going down your cheeks, he smiles humming against your mouth and into the kiss, all proud of himself and the state he put you in.

"feel better now?"

he smirks seeing you still spread out by his big hands, still shamelessly staring down at your wet plush pussy. dex loves the way you can't even respond.

"answer angel—", he huffs sternly, watching you let out a little whine.

"baby—", his smile widens before his hand comes down on your cunt making you yelp.

"dex!", you cry out grasping at his veiny forearms. you see the little furrow of his brow, still expecting an answer from your lips.

"i feel better dex…", you flush as you manage to sigh out, trying to tug him down to join you, to rest a little but its fruitless. he stays hovering over you, watching every little twitch of your body. he did that a lot, lose his train of thought while staring at you.

"dex—"

you're about to huff out a little whine to coo at him and get him to comply with your shaky arms only to feel another impact landing on your hot cunt, his rough palm brushing against your clit. you let out a moan instead, trying to back up only for dex to pull you back easily by your thighs.

this wasn't about him or his throbbing hard dick straining against his pants or how badly he wanted to stuff every inch into you until you squirmed desperately on his cock, squirting pleasure over his balls and lower tummy, coating him in your slick to show he was yours.

no, this was about you. how he'd do anything for you.

his smile grows again, kneeling down again, palming his clothed cock as he blows gently on you still wet cunt, admiring the little twitchy, pulsing movements of it.

"you got one more in you baby… you can do it f'me..."

a/n: me too, honey. me too. that man is so fine, he has occupied my mind 24/7 :<< thank you so much for asking!! I have both soft and nsfw hcs but let’s start small for this one first, i’ve been waiting to post this one (specifically relationship hcs) so I think it’s time to clear out some of my drafts too ;> 💋💋

if you let him in your life

tags: relationship headcanons, specifically fbi dex

Dex is quite the most observant man you could ever meet in your life, you would think that’s just a requirement in his job but no. He feasts his eyes on you like a devotee gifted the rarest chance to remember your likeness and he takes every opportunity, every moment, his turbulent mind soaking up all the details. At first, it overwhelmed you, being the muse receiving his heavy gaze but it is not scrutiny, no. He observes you, not to critique but to intake and ingrain you in his head over and over and over again. He memorizes each expression and catalogs them in his brain, the way you scrunch your brows in confusion, how you sigh when you receive more work and how your smile forms when you see your favorite dessert. Even the smallest quirks you try to cover up and pretend like nobody caught, he retains in his mind. The more he learns of you, the closer he feels, (whether that is from remembering the smallest details you mention or from discreetly following you).

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. He’s that guy pulling out his wallet to show off picture after picture of you — you smiling at the camera, you in his old hoodie, you kissing his cheek. “She’s the best thing that ever happened to me,” he brags, voice full of rare, genuine pride. The other guys tease him for being whipped, but he doesn’t 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 he’s deployed. He tells himself it’s just worry. He’s halfway across the world with a rifle in his hands and nightmares in his head; he just needs to know you’re safe, that you’re waiting for him, that no one’s trying to take you away. Every report that comes back saying you’re 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 — a constant reminder of you, that you’re his, that he has something worth coming home to.

Military!Dex who writes you letters that are almost painfully honest at 0300 when he can’t sleep. He never sends the ones where he sounds too broken. Instead he sends the ones where he tells you he’s counting down the days, that he’s being careful behind the scope, that he’s trying to be better for you.

Military!Dex who fucks you like crazy the second he’s back on American soil. The insecurity hits hardest after long deployments — he’s 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. You’re the only thing that makes the violent thoughts fade. His reason to keep his aim true and his mind intact.

AN: This is just a whole lotta nothing, but I might do a part 2

- Hates the the smell of nailpolish, he will give you money so you can get your nails done without him inhaling the paint.

- Doesn't listen to music but you showed him The Smiths and Radiohead, "We should start with the basics" you said. You don't know if it was a mistake or an accomplishment now that he listens to it almost all the time. You're trying to show him other artists.

- He enjoys watching you while drinking his coffee from the counter, in the kitchen barely awake, stretching your arms over your head, seeing the sliver of your lower back before making yourself breakfast. He licks his lips before sipping his beverage, looking at you with slight hunger over the rim of the ceramic.

- When it comes to dessert, he's original every single time. You went through every single flavor known to man. The one he likes? Mint chocolate chip. Because of course he does.

- He doesn't watch movies. So he doesn't know what he likes and dislikes. But his interest does peak when you put on Star Wars.

- You left a book at his place and he decided to read some of it, he was mortified but... Slightly intrigued. And when you came over that night- "What on God's green Earth are you reading?" Before you could even answer "If you needed something like that you could've just asked." You woke up in his bed the next morning.

- When he's passing you, he can't help but pinch your waist for a split second. It's how he grounds himself, letting him know you're still there. He can also be a damn tease about it.

- He likes cats, you found that out when you saw a tin can of shredded tuna on the rail of the emergency stairwell. When you ask him he about it, he shrugs, "He keeps the rodents away." You did catch him petting the stray once.

-Plays Candy Crush. He's an old man at heart. And you're pretty sure the level he's on is reaching to the thousands.

- Dex runs on hot, which is heaven in winter. But he gets sweaty during summer. It's hot to look at him walk around the apartment with just his jeans on, the sun reflecting the slight sheen on his body. But you have to keep some distance when you're laying together or else you're gonna melt. Literally and figuratively.

- Doesn't like sparkling water. Scratch that. Hates it. "Its water or soda, water shouldn't fizz and soda shouldn't taste like rain water." You don't question it.

- He doesn't like Christmas. Not because he's a Grinch, it just reminds him of family. And he doesn't have that, and thinking about family with you... It gets to him.

- When he hears you say some sort of vocal stim or the newest brain rot term, he gives you this look of confusion and scrutiny. Aka the 'What the hell was that?' Look.

- Likes pomegranate. To a certain degree. It's messy and it's a pain to cut open, but the way it cracks and it's crimson juices get all over his fingers when he slowly tears it apart, it's calming in a very disturbing way. You think it's terrifying how he stands there, staring at the bloody fruit, before looking over at you."You want some?" "...Sure."

- He saw you bite your palm once, he seemed confused at first. "It itches." You said, gnawing at your hand again. He does it now.

- Speaking of Christmas. He despises Christmas music. As soon as he hears the dreaded Mariah Carey "aaaAAaaa..." he immediately shuts it off. He does like Frank Sinatras Christmas songs though.

- One. Time. He asked you to take a picture of yourself while he was on a job. It was meant to be innocent, he missed your face. You... Didn't think of it that way apparently. When he saw said photo, he went home with a lot of pent up problems.

- Remembers everything about you down to the T, tracking your routine is apart of his routine. Forgot something and you don't know what? Dex does, and it was your keys. Favorite blanket in the wash? Gives you your favorite sweater of his. Hate a certain food? You never see that item on the list of errands ever again.

☆Healing!Dex who used to kill kittens to feel big and powerful; but his North Star fosters kittens. So now he sits stone-still, blinking uncertainly as several foster kittens crawl into his lap, purring up a storm.

☆Healing!Dex who never used to care about nature; now he visits the community garden with his North Star. He finds satisfaction working with his hands, and gardening is a pleasantly imprecise hobby. He is able to truly relax and be present with his fingers digging in the soil.

☆Healing!Dex who used to bottle his rage; now him and his North Star visit a rage room every couple of months. Dex gets an outlet for his anger, as well as a chance to show off his destructive abilities in a safe space. Him and his North Star share a primal scream, both walk away feeling much lighter.

☆Healing!Dex who used to avoid consuming dark content; afraid it would encourage the worst parts of him...Now he listens to dark, angry, violent songs after his North Star suggested using music as an outlet. These songs and artists remind him that his intense feelings/intrusive thoughts aren't that different from what a lot of people are feeling inside. Macabre music brings him comfort.

Ben Poindexter/Bullseye/Dex as a romantic interest hc (CONT.)

pt. 1 here

Hex ship,and them being at the cinema, despite Dex knowing that Hemlock is not gonna shut up when watching the movie. But since it's only the 2 of them in the salon, it doesn't matter.

The movie starts to roll and we have Hemlock who instantly begins to comment what is happening in it xD

Same with Fitzy and Biana , Fitzy bakes, biana burns

I love the concept of the kotlc crew baking. I don't quite know why, but the idea of them all getting together and attempting to bake is so fun to me.

Keefe is great at cake and cookie decorating. He's an artist, so it just makes sense to me that he would be able to make these super intricate sugar cookies and gorgeous cakes.

Sophie tries so hard, but elven ingredients are super forgiven to her, and she has similar troubles as she did with alchemy. I think she might be able to make a few human recipes okay-ish. Like, they're sorta edible. Sorta. But hey, she loves to taste test!

Fitz is a pastry chef and he loves trying all the hardest things. If he can't get something perfectly right the first try he gets pretty frustrated, but with some encouragement he'll keep working.

Biana just. Burns. Everything. All the time. She once burned a pot of canned soup. It was crispy. Her burning capabilities are almost impressive.

Dex loves to mess around with flavors and find combinations that work super well together. Some of them are a bit... untraditional, but somehow taste really good.

Linh likes working with sugar. Caramel, sugar blowing, all that. She finds it easier because she can manipulate some of the water added to it and make all sorts of cool shapes.

Tam loves everything chocolate. Brownies, chocolate chip anything, chocolate muffins, chocolate sculptures, literally anything chocolate.