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chasingmidnights · 1 year

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Do These Tacos Taste Funny to You?

Title: Do These Tacos Taste Funny to You?

Summary: You’ve been with your current beau for a few months now and everything seems to be going fine. Little did you know though, he started putting small amounts of scopolamine into your food and drink when you weren’t looking.

Warnings: being roofied; fainting; dead bodies; blood; underlying being framed; Dex being an asshole; and I think those are the major ones you need to be aware of. I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Wordcount: 896

You were adding the finishing touches to the table as the casserole was cooking in the oven. Taking a step back to admire your handy work, a small smile curls up at the corner of your lips.

“Perfect!” You chirp.

Everything was in its proper place and it all looked symmetrical, which he would accept nothing less. Speaking of which, Dex could be home any minute. You turn on your heel and rush back to the kitchen to finish up there. Just as you were placing the last minute touches to the table and serving up the casserole along with its side dishes, Dex was walking through the doorway. A smile forms on his face as he breathes in the delicious scent coming from the kitchen.

“Honey, I’m home! Boy, does something smell good!” He steps further into the apartment making sure to close the door behind him. Setting his things to the side, he goes to find you.

When he spots you at the stove, he can’t help but take a moment to admire you. He crosses his arms in front of his chest as he leans against the doorway, smiling. He can’t help but eye you up and down as you sway your hips to the tune that you’re humming. He stood there for a few more seconds before walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. A smile tugs upward on your lips knowing Dex is finally home. He gives you a gentle squeeze while giving you a quick peck on the cheek. When he lets go of you, you turn around to face and give him a proper kiss. Everything around you stands still as the two of you kiss, neither of you wanting the moment to end. He pulls away first and you have to bite back the whimper that nearly escapes.

“Here, why don’t I take the plates to the table and you go freshen up a bit.” Dex suggests, starting to move around you to grab the plates.

“Okay babe. I’ll only be a few minutes.” You give him a sweet kiss on the cheek before bouncing off.

Just as he’s setting your plate down, his phone dings signaling he’s got a message. He pulls his phone out to read the message.

UNKNOWN: It needs to happen tonight.

Dex’s brows furrow as he runs his free hand over the top of his short blonde hair. He lets out a huff of air before locking the screen on his phone and tucking the device back into his pocket. He takes in a deep breath before quickly glancing over your shoulder to see if you were coming yet. Thankfully, you hadn’t come back out yet but he knew he didn’t have too much longer. Another blessing was that you’d already filled the glasses with something to drink. He hurriedly pulled out a small vile from his jacket pocket and poured the remaining white powder into your wine.

You see, the last couple of weeks he had been slipping scopolamine into anything you ate or drank. He needed to see how well your body handled the drug. To no surprise, the drug did what it was supposed to do and you had no bad reactions. Each time he slipped it into your food or drink, he would increase the amount bit by bit. But he was out of time and the plan needed to move forward. He swirls your wine around to make sure the powder has thoroughly dissolved before setting the glass back down. It may not look like it but he did care for you. Just as he sat down, you reappeared into the main living area.

“Ready to eat?” You inquire as you sit down, a small smile forming on your lips.

Dex nods his head curtly, a tight-lipped smile appearing on his own face. “Absolutely, I’m starving.”

Throughout dinner, the both of you talked about each other’s day and how they went. Dex was watching you intently as you were going on about some problem you had at work today. A huge yawn escaped you halfway through your story and he could tell that the drug was starting to take its effect on you. However, it wasn’t until another half an hour later before it had completely consumed you. He pushes his chair back and gets up to check on you. He leans down and waves his hand in front of your face and receives no reaction. He then snaps his fingers a few times and there is still no response. He bows his head before moving your chair back and helping you up.

The drug is still holding your entire body hostage when the FBI show up and start swarming the place. Between the shouting and the waving lights of the flashlights, you were starting to come out of your haze. When you finally take in the scene before you, a blood-curdling scream leaves your body. Several dead bodies were all over the place and your body began to shake as sobs raked through it. A gasp escapes your mouth when you notice the knife in your hand and it’s coated in blood. Just as an FBI agent comes up to you, your eyes meet briefly before you land on the floor. Your body blending in with the rest of the bodies as you fainted.

#tales of a whumpee newbie #october writing challenge #writing challenge #benjamin poindexter #bullseye mcu #wilson bethel #marvel one shot #marvel characters #marvel fanfiction

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missunderstood-with-ideas · 2 years

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Going though Daredevil kinkmemes really got my fic readers brain going burrrr

Unfortunately it was closed in 2017 but I have a few ideas if anyone else wants to write/read them as much as I want to!!

Ok honestly season 2 Matt is so fucked up that my depression brain goes if that ever happened to me (my only friends leave me cuz I fucked up, my exgf died in my arms, my dream career just went in flames, I’m stopping the one thing that makes me feel like a hero to try to get my friends back) I would unalive myself. And Matt is already so fucked in mentally ill land he def thought of it. And foggy and Karen went completely no contact w him. I feed on guilt and angst.

Matt commits —- and no one knows for months

-Matt meets dex and trains him on how to be Daredevil while he himself is not daredevil. Dex and him get along really well and dex considers Matt as his North.

-Matt tries to connect w foggy and Karen but something happens too busy w work/fight/whatever and so Matt thinks they really don’t care anymore. At this point he feels the dex is ready to be DD

-Matt unlives himself. Dex finds him. 100+ if dex doesn’t know who he really is so dex waits for someone to realize that Matt is gone but no one comes. Dex has an even further mental breakdown cuz he’s been w his north stars body for days now and no one gives a shit.

-months/years foggy and Karen get in a situation and DDDex saves them. Dex has been the new DD but he kills (or not cuz Matt was so against killing but maybe he feels that HK betrayed his north) foggy and karen ream DD thinking it’s Matt.

-dex realized that they knew OGDD and knew knew him. Maybe hates them? He revealed that he is Dex not Matt and Matt has been dead for months/years cuz he unlived himself

-extremely guilty foggy and Karen and Dex (like nitty gritty guilt and grief and horror)

100+ Matt tells dex “I’m not ment for love everyone I love leaves me I’ll be alone forever” dex says no but maybe dex left to do something and comes back to Matt’s body and realized that Matt died alone and that Matt is now truly alone forever.

1000+ a few months after Matt dies but a few months before foggy and karen find out Frank castle sees on the news that DD kills early into Dexs DD career and goes to talk the DD thinking it’s Matt trying to convince Matt to stop killing only to find out it’s Dex and that Matt unlived himself. Frank tried to tell foggy and karen but thy are so horrified the DD kills that they don’t want to hear about Matt at all.

300+ everyone else finds out the Matt Kd himself and they don’t notice, foggy, karen, Brett, Marci, Claire, Frank, father Lantom, past clients, sister Maggie Murdock

Guys make this shit SAD I want to be bawling. Rip my heart to shreds I don’t need it.

#daredevil #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil kinkmeme #Matt Murdock #depressed Matt Murdock #foggy nelson #karen page #bullseye #daredevil bullseye #benjamin poindexter #fanfic ideas

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why-do-i-breath · 2 years

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Alrighty I've decided to write fanfiction on here because I've burnt out on Wattpad and people aren't giving me requests so here's the people I will write for and I'll write anything ( if it's smut it may be a while because I would need to research stuff on it )

Matt Murdock

Foggy Nelson

Benjamin Dex Poindexter

Frank castle

Michael kinsella

Tristan thorn

Owen sleater

Karen page

Bucky Barnes

Henry (eat locals)

Peter Parker ( fluff / angst only)

And if you request a character I will try and research them my best to write them

Please request I'm begging here

#frank castle x reader #owen sleater #michael kinsella #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #karen page #foggy nelson #tristan thorn #peter parker #benjamin poindexter #james wesley #bucky barnes

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certifiedskywalker · 4 years

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Are You Bored Yet? - Benjamin Poindexter

Anonymous said: Hi!! Can I request some more Poindexter x reader? I’ve read ever fanfic on this website and I’m so sad that the amount of fanfics for him is so limited! Maybe some more dark, Dex stalking the reader but the reader falling for Dex and everything goes according to his plan! I’ve fallen down the Dex hole

AN: It’s been a while since I’ve written for Dex! I hope I did him justice! (I will forever be bitter that we will not see him and DareDevil in the same way again)

This was not part of Dex’s plan. Hell, the idea of it set him on edge. With his occupation, his senses were used to overloads. The sound of gunfire and flashing lights did little in the ways of hindering him during his working hours. Outside of his schedule, well, it was different.

Different meaning near piercing. There was noise everywhere. Crashing, geering, shattering, all of it all at once. It took everything Dex had not to cover his ears. That day he learned that he hated arcades. There was nothing worth the smell, the sounds, any of it.

Except you. You were worth it all and that confused him.

How could someone like you, all collected and cool, work at a place so obnoxious? The answer alluded Dex, taunted him, teased him with the tilt of your smile. When he learned where you worked, he almost lost his tether to you. Yet, he found himself watching you smile at people under the neon lights and assault of noise almost daily now.

Dex pulled the brim of his cap down as he stepped further inside. You were behind the ticket counter bartering with a gaggle of loudly dressed children. Despite how annoying they were, how annoying Dex assumed all children were, you were smiling. It, no, you amazed him. If he could, he would watch you smile like that all-

“Fuck off, loser!”

“Hey!”

Dex forced himself to take a long, barely steadying breath before turning to face the high-pitched yelling. When he finally opened his eyes, his gaze was assaulted by the flashing, gold lights of ‘Shoot ‘Em Up Hoops’ and the pair of children fighting there. An older looking girl was pushing away a younger boy until the basketball in his hand fell. The orange ball rolled over to Dex, bouncing slightly, almost to the beat of the game’s music.

“You can’t shoot for shit.”

Dex reached down, hands gripping the ball tightly as he listened. The young boy was growing red in the face, tears welling up in his eyes. For a moment, Dex saw himself. He could feel the sting of rejection and twinge of fear as if it were his own.

As if to prove that he was real, that the boy he once was was truly no more, Dex effortlessly threw the ball. His aim was sharp as always, the impact ever-so satisfying. There was a sudden silence around him as eyes turned to study him; but Dex was focused on the ball, where it had hit.

So neatly, the ball ran circles around the edge of the hoop before dipping inside. The older girl stared at him wide eyed as points were awarded to the younger boy. It was just enough to put the boy’s score ahead, winning the game. The children turned then, still in a stunned silence, to study Dex. The girl looked furious.

Slowly, Dex walked up to the pair, crouching down before them. He locked eyes with the girl and he could see her resolve melting. Now the fear was hers.

“Cheating will get you no where,” Dex said lowly, “because there will always be someone better than you.” The children blinked at him, dumbfounded. “Run along now.”

Dex stood up as the two kids ran off. With a little more quiet, he found himself set a little more at ease. He turned his head only slightly to peer back at you. For a moment, in the din of jingling tokens and game sound effects, Dex swore you were looking at him. Yet, with his senses so overwhelmed, he convinced himself he imagined it and turned away.

Just leave, he thought, just fucking go. There was other things he could be doing, new regimes he could follow to distract himself from you. Hell, the new routines could even prove to be grounding. Dex needed stability. He turned to glance back at you.

You were talking to a frazzled looking mother and a very young girl pointing at a stuffed pony. Despite the obvious annoyance, you were smiling. It was a steady smile, one that Dex would have to practice in the mirror to get just right. You were the stability he lacked and Dex couldn’t leave you.

He let out a sigh and eyed the tokens that rest beside the ‘Shoot ‘Em Up Hoops’ game. The dumb kids left them there. They wouldn’t be back for them and Dex had time to kill before you shift ended. He would walk you home, well, a few paces behind, then. He had to make sure you were safe. There was too much going on, too much at stake.

Leaning down, Dex picked up one of the tokens and stepped up to the game. The coin slid into the slot and the game’s music started up again. He picked up the ball as the timer began and took aim. With an ease that never needed practice, Dex made a basket.

Many, many baskets later, and Dex took note of how much the noise in the arcade had died down. Most of the evening crowd had funneled out the door when the first stars began poking out in the dark sky. Now, it was a scattered few teenagers and desperate adults clinging to what they could; and Dex. Though, he was clinging to something, someone, too.

But your shift still wasn’t over yet so Dex continued racking up the points in ‘Shoot ‘Em Up Hoops’. It was so easy to get lost in the movement. Though, it wasn’t as fluid as throwing knives or axes. It reminded Dex of a simpler time. A time when-

“Are you bored yet?”

Dex felt a rush of heat wash over his back and shoulders. Slowly, he turned around to see you, with those eyes of yours, studying him. Dex gripped the basketball tightly as an automated voice entreated him to continue on with the game.

“I…”

“You’ve been shooting hoops for a while now and we’re closing in a few minutes.”

“Oh, sorry, I just,” Dex set the basketball down to mask the shakiness of his voice. He needed to get a grip. “I just lost track of time.”

“It’s alright,” there was that smile again. Dex felt his lips pull up too, just a little. Every other sound around you melted away then, leaving him just with you.

For a moment, he thought maybe he could smile and mean it truly. Before he could, suddenly, your eyes widened and Dex felt like he was going to be sick. Did you recognize him from all the times he had snooped around? This was it. This was his worst fear realized: he was going to lose you before even knowing you.

“You have a ton of tickets! I didn’t even know that ‘Shoot ‘Em Up’ could grant that many! Do you want to exchange them?” Dex traced your gaze and saw the mass of tiny, connected slips of paper spilling out of the machine. How long had he been playing?

“I-sure. Yeah, I’ll exchange them.”

You were smiling at him again and Dex felt his chest tighten. Wordlessly, he followed you to the counter where he had seen you working before. The stuffed animals along the wall were largely picked over save for a large giraffe and a few colorful creatures Dex didn’t dare claim to know. The display case too was sparse aside from an array of tacky rings. As you moved behind the case, Dex piled his tickets on the counter.

“Can you find the end of your tickets for me? I can put them in the machine to count them then.” You were cleaning up as you spoke and Dex couldn’t take his eyes off you. So close, so terribly close. When you turned around, Dex forced himself to look away.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Dex began to fumble with the tickets. After a moment, you stepped closer to him, hands reaching out near his.

“Here, let me help you.”

You began skimming the edges of the tickets with your fingers, searching, as Dex was, for the stub-end. At one point, your hand brushed against his and he swore that a jolt of electricity jumped between your bodies. Eventually, you found the end of the tickets and fed it into the counting machine. The silence was filled by the sound of the tickets being eaten up with a horribly robotic crunching sound emanating from a nearby speaker.

“I’ve seen you around here a lot.” You did recognize him. Dex tried to keep himself steady; something that came easier, somehow, with you so close.

“Yeah, I, my friend told me about this place.” It was a lie that he had practiced. He thought of Nadeem. A friend. “His kid had a birthday here.”

“You have kids?”

“No,” Dex couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up his throat. It was a bitter one but he muscled through it. “I don’t. Probably shouldn’t.”

“After working here,” you sighed heavily, “I think you might have the right idea. They’re a handful. I mean, that kid you stopped from bullying the other one, earlier. Kids can be mean.”

“You saw that?” So, you had noticed him, watched him even. A spark of hope set Dex’s veins aflame. The feeling only intensified when he noticed a wave of shyness hit you. You were curling in on yourself slightly now and all he wanted to do was reach out to you.

“Yeah, they were causing a bit of scene. If it wasn’t for you, I would have had to go over and separate them. So, uh, thanks for doing my job. It was sweet of you too, defending that boy.”

You met his gaze for a long moment, only breaking the contact when the ticket counter read off a total that Dex would be embarrassed to admit. He had gotten himself into a zone, honed focus. ‘Shoot ‘Em Up Hoops’ had officially proven itself to be a dangerous game.

“How did you get that many?” You asked in disbelief.

“Would you believe me if I said I played sports as a kid?” Dex bit the inside of his cheek. It was really a lie. A partial truth. He couldn’t remember the last time he had played any sport.

“I mean yeah,” you shook your head, “you might want to consider going pro.” Dex put on a smile, though it was easier with you to wear it. “If the arcade plans on hosting a tournament, let me know. I’ll be the first to sign up.”

“I could add you quicker if I know your name,” you pointed out. Dex couldn’t help but pick up on how soft your voice had sounded. Your lips formed the words so carefully, almost as if you too had to practice what you were going to say.

“Dex,” he replied. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. “How did you…”

Shit. Dex could feel the ground beneath his feet begin to crumble. His eyes danced along your face, your neck, your chest, and then he saw it. His way out.

“It’s on your uh, name tag.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. I’m just-long day and all.” Dex smiled at your new nervousness, a smile that, for once, felt almost natural.

“It’s alright, you’ve got good reason to be paranoid.” You met his gaze then, an eyebrow raised in question. “Kids can be mean, and all.”

“Yeah,” you let out a breathy laugh, one that made Dex’s insides feel light as air. “So, you have a around a two thousand tickets. You can get just about everything, except for the giraffe.”

“Damn,” Dex leaned against the counter, trying to be more comfortable. “That was what I wanted. Just a few tickets short...anything you recommend?”

“Well, there’s these,” you pointed at the rings in the display case. “Perfect for a engagement, if you ask me, and then there’s these.” You stretched your arms up to the stuffed animals fastened to the wall behind the counter. “You could get a few of those.”

“Hmm…”

Dex felt a twinge in his stomach. There was pulling, a coaxing, in his chest. He knew most people called it bravery but Dex knew it best as adrenaline. It was just a chemical reaction in his body taking place as it should; but with you, he could almost believe is was something more.

“How many tickets for having coffee with you sometime?” The question fell from his lips without a second thought, something Dex started to regret as you fell silent. “That was...I was too forward. I’m-”

“A hundred tickets,” you murmured. Dex’s heart began to race.

“Just a hundred?”

“As long as you buy the drinks.”

“Coffee, tea, you name it,” Dex replied. A half smile pulled at his lips. There was no faking here, no mask in sight. Right then, it was just you and him.

“Well then,” you held out your hand, “hundred tickets please.”

“Gladly,” Dex said, handing you what looked like a hundred or so odd tickets. It was finally paying off. The weeks of waiting, watching, and studying was all finally gathering into one moment. One agreement, one minute of Dex’s life that he would treasure forever.

You ripped off one of the tickets and grabbed a pen. Dex watched as you scribbled something on the tiny slip of blue paper. When you were finished, you handed it back to him.

“Here’s my number. Let me know when you’re free.” Dex took the slip from you, his finger tips brushing slightly against yours.

“Thanks,” Dex said, gripping tightly to the paper. He looked up and met yours eyes. You were staring at him but not in the way he was used to people staring at him. Normally, when people looked at Dex, it was because he wasn’t normal. People could sense it and Dex knew that you could too; but you smiled, stared at him softly anyway.

“I’m glad you didn’t get bored.” Dex’s brows furrowed. “Bored with ‘Shoot ‘Em Up Hoops’ that is. You stuck around.”

“Yeah, I am too.”

Yes, Dex thought, he couldn’t have planned it better than this. He was willing to take this slow for you. Coffee first, stability later. He could never get bored with you.

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hvproductions · 4 years

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UPCOMING STORIES → DARK DEMONS + NIKITA BERETTA RANSKAHOV

There were two things Nikita Ranskahov was more than sure of. The first - she would die trying to kill Fisk, and if she was lucky, she would succeed. The second - the person she loved would be the one to kill her.

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smortypantsstylez · 5 years

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A North Star Listens (Benjamin Poindexter Fanfiction)

This fan fiction is set during Dex’s time in the Brooklyn Suicide Hotline. Basically, I did this fanfiction because I know there is something really great about Dex despite his Borderline Personality and Psychotic Tendencies. This isn’t as great as our renowned novelists but I tried.

Hope you all enjoy this feel-good story.

It is a very stressful 48 hours for Dex. It is not because of his chores and bills to pay but it was because of the calls he has been receiving lately. One that really bothered him was the call about a 16-year-old lady who was thinking of hanging herself because her mother called her a liar for saying that her step dad has been touching her differently.

He can still hear the conversation they had like it was an hour ago.

“Thank you for calling—" he got cut off

“I can’t do this… I can’t… I don't want another day” said the lady on the other line

“Ma’am please breathe, relax, calm down—” he said abruptly

“I DON’T WANT TO LIVE IN THIS FUCKING LIFE ANYMORE! I CAN’T GET BEAT AROUND LIKE THIS BY THEM… HELP ME PLEASE! HELP!”

The sound of her voice was calming but still a bit hysteric due to crying but at least he knows that she is asking for help and really wants someone to talk to.

“Ma’am, would it be okay if I ask for your name so I can address you properly?”

“Renee… Renee Hatfield”

“Hi Renee, my name is Dex.”

“Is your name Dexter? From the tv show?”

“It is part of it. But I am no serial killer”

“No!” she laughs and sniffles “From the cartoon, I am not sure if you know about it. You sound too young anyway.”

“I know who you are talking about. Mandark… Dexter… Dee Dee… You know what bothers me on that cartoon?”

“What?”

“How the hell are those parents not noticing that their electricity and gas bill is so high when there is a lab underground?”

She busted out laughing from the other end.

“I get you, Dex! or how come the FBI, TSA or whatever government sector not on their tail?”

They laughed. Dex now knows and feels that Renee is being calmed but he has to go down to business.

“Ms. Hatfield… Renee… Let me ask you an important question. What makes you want to do self-harm? You are such a jolly person and frankly you are the type of friend I want to hang out with in a comic book store or walk in the park and throw snowballs to one another”

“Dex, I can’t live another day here at home. I am being harassed… verbally and physically” she started sniffling again

“by whom? Who is doing it?” he said but now looking closely to the monitor and typing her name and transcribing important facts.

“he is doing it… my… my stepdad. He doesn’t rape me but the way he touches me is different. I know what a touch means Dex! I have guy friends who touch me but it isn’t the same as his! AM I FUCKING CRAZY? BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT MY MOTHER TOLD ME! I AM LYING BITCH!” She is now back to her hysterical self and crying loudly over the phone that he can actually taste the tears.

“Renee, I understand how you feel. That is a really difficult and hard situation that you are in right now. But please, take a deep breath with me… There you go. Here is what I want you to do, I want you to stay on the line because I can see your number from our end. I will connect you to a family advocacy center and have someone talk to you. Please, don’t hang up. Please, Renee? For me?”

“WHAT IF THEY SNITCH ON ME? WHAT IF I GET BEATEN UP AGAIN?”

Dex signaled her supervisor, Julie, to get a hold of family advocacy and police.

“Don't worry, Renee. That will never happen and nothing bad will ever happen to you because soon once everything gets better with you, we would go to the park and throw snowballs to one another. If you get better during spring time then I guess we have to throw each other eggs.”

She laughed a bit “I just want someone to talk to, Dex. That’s all… So, thank you. I won’t hang up until you transferred me.” She sighed “You are very kind hearted, Dex. Any woman is lucky to have you.”

“You think so?” He looks up at Julia who is talking to someone on her phone

“I know so…”

Julie looked at her and gave her the signal that family advocacy is on the other end and Renee’s call is ready for transfer.

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In the pantry, Dex is trying to get the Keurig cup from the top of the cabinet but he didn't notice that Julie was behind him. He turned around and hit Julia with his elbow and she stumbled.

“Oh shit! I am so sorry, Julie”

“it is okay… for a tall man you don’t seem to see me” Julie laughed. He was being held by Dex then suddenly some of her hair got stuck in his watch.

“Well, damn it. This is another shit” Dex tried to remove her hair “there you go. I hope no more mishaps!”

“there are no mishaps with you, Dex” She looked at him straight in the eye “I listened to your call on Ms Hatfield 2 days ago and you surely made laughed. Your sense of humor diverted her thoughts. I like it… no… I actually don’t like it”

Dex’s heartbeat is droning. He is not like what she is saying. “Why? What did I do wrong?”

“Wrong? No no no no don't think of it that way” Julie put her hand on his shoulder and patted it. “I don’t like it because I love it! I am sorry for being so melodramatic on that. Maybe I am watching too much Spanish Soap Operas! My roommate is having an audition and she has been watching these soaps to enhance her acting skills. I am sorry if I put you off… oh my I am so sorry” Julie covered her face feeling sorry and laughing.

Dex put his hand on her hand while it is still on his shoulder.

“Well guess what? You owe me a good cup of coffee and not this Keurig stuff that almost killed you.”

“Okay! Got it… Caramel Latte Decaf, right?

Dex is surprised how she knows what she likes.

“Don't worry, Dex. I am not a creep. I just observed how much you like it” She winked and turned around heading to her desk to get her purse.

#daredevil #daredevil fanfiction #benjamin poindexter #benjamin poindexter fanfiction #bullseye fanfiction #marvel #fanfiction

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clawsofakiller · 3 years

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Chapters: 5/5

Fandom: Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Daredevil (Comics), X-Men (Comicverse), all new all different - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Victor Creed/Lester | Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter

Characters: Victor Creed, Lester | Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter

Additional Tags: Out of Character, inverted sabretooth, inverted victor creed - Freeform, past victor creed/monet st.croix, Graphic Description of Corpses, Mental Health Issues, Mental Instability, Mental Breakdown, Mental Anguish, Altered Mental States, Hurt/Comfort, dark humour, Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Blood Loss, Mild Smut, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Homophobia, Depression, References to Depression, Homophobic Language, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide, Suicide thoughts, Self-Hatred, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Drugs, Drug Addiction, References to Drugs, Drug Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape/Non-con Elements, Stalking, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Self-Indulgent, Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov References, Parody, Child Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Child Death, Spiritual, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Substance Abuse, High Fantasy, Dark Fantasy, Death Fantasy, Butterfly, minor fluff, Hugs, Psychopaths In Love, Psychopathology & Sociopathy, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dead People

Summary:

Victor had been stalking Bullseye for four days. Watching his target wander out of that bar in a delirious state, reaching the rock bottom of his form in days, he deemed it was time. He put out the cigar in his mouth, smoothed his jacket and followed quietly.

Finally finished the shit. I can die peacefully now.

#marvel #sabretooth #victor creed #comics #marvel 616 #marvel comics #bullseye #benjamin poindexter #my fanfic writing #my fanfic stuff #my fanfiction #fanfic #marvel fanwork #fanwork #fanwork: fanfic #my fanwork

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manicr · 3 years

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Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Dark Avengers (Comic), Dark Wolverine (Comics), Marvel (Comics) Rating: Explicit (18+) Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Daken Akihiro/Lester | Bullseye

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Summary:

People have disappeared into thin air and the Dark Avengers have to investigate.

Also, sex gets better with practice.

Tags in this chapter: canon typical violence, dubious consent, sadomasochism: biting, blood play, spanking, rough, past trauma/implied sexual abuse. Sexual exploration: hard and soft. Canon main character death, briefly. Notes: Set during early Dark Avengers-era. References Shadowland and modified Hand lore, and Jason Aaron’s 2015 Doctor Strange.

I added THAT ending because I’m an asshole. Enjoy the porn.

#manicr writes #bullseye #daken #bullsnikt #daken akihiro #villain era #asshole otp #benjamin poindexter #fanfiction

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1rsoldiersince2012 · 2 months

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 3176 (chapter 49)

a quick update to break yet another writer's block * sighs *

49. Another night in Hell's Kitchen

"Who's this fancy looking fella?" Foggy asks, taking in Matt's appearance when you two come to the office minutes before the work day begins.

"You like it?" Matt slowly spins around, showing off his new navy blue suit, paired with a dark red tie with small black dots.

"Did you sell your kidney or something to buy this? Jesus, you're making me look like a subway worker." Foggy laughs, coming to touch Matt's suit to feel the material.

"Nah, got a good deal." Matt smiles, adding, "all the glory should go to y/n, she managed to bargain a smaller price."

Your cheeks turn a light shade of pink, and you quickly turn around from Foggy and Karen to hang your coat. "The owner is a friend of my mom and well, your blindness really soothed his character."

"Wait, wait. I think I'm missing something." Foggy stands, one hand on his hips, and intently looks at the two of you. "I think I need an explanation."

"Y/n invited me for Thanksgiving dinner and we raided the shops later." Matt shrugs as if it wasn't a big deal to hang out with an employee... On a holiday. At her parent's house.

"I just couldn't let him be sullen the whole weekend while we're all away." Making way towards the kitchen for coffee, you also escape curious glances, and soon, clients start coming, pilling up in the lobby with Karen. You don't get a chance to talk with Matt until noon, as he spends most of the time with Foggy, talking to clients and running around the lobby to print documents. You, however, continue to work alone in the office until the lunch break, and just when you thought you were all going to grab a bite, and you could have a chance to smoke a cigarette or two, three loud bangs on your office door, ruin all of your plans.

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"I'm sorry... But your son has been involved in..." you raise your eyebrows at the short-haired black woman and her 16-year-old son, "an armed robbery?"

"Yes, I've already mentioned it four times."

"Sorry, I'm a bit... Not well today. So, Paxton, could you please tell me what exactly happened? If you want to stay out of jail, I need to hear every single detail."

Paxton's mother crosses her arms, clearly unhappy with the treatment she was receiving, while Paxton was sitting on one of the armchairs, not particularly bothered by the whole situation. "Nothing. My mother is exaggerating." He shrugs, looking out through the window.

"I'm sorry, he's joking, right sweetheart?" His mother tries to gently touch his arm, but Paxton slides away as far as he can. "He told me everything last night. That's why I came here without an appointment. I noticed how many people are here, I am so glad you could take us in during your break."

"Mrs Harris..." You begin, tapping your pen on your notebook, "enough with the pleasantries. I need the details so I could tell you if I'm able to help you and Paxton. Now, please, talk."

"Remember that article a couple of weeks ago about how five men robbed a jewelry store?" She asks, casting her eyes to the ground; you give her a negative answer and wait for a more detailed explanation. "Well, Paxton was involved in it."

"What did you steal?"

"Rings, necklaces, earrings. I found a box of them in his room." She answers for Paxton.

You look at the boy, noticing a small smirk he just bit away. "What were you planning to do with them, Paxton?"

"Sell. It's all gold." He rolls his eyes.

"Why?"

"I need money." Paxton says in a hurtful tone, sending a glare towards you.

"What for?" Your question hangs in the air heavily. "Why is a teenage boy so in need of money that he must go rob a jewelry store? Tell me, do you work somewhere?"

"No, the money that I bring home is enough." Mrs Harris answers for her son once more, and you look at him in thought.

"Is it drugs, Paxton? You need more money for a dose, don't you?" He stares back at you, visibly irritated. "Is it cocaine? Or marijuana? Do you smoke with your criminal friends after school? Where'd you get the guns from?"

"Excuse me, but these are false accusations, Miss y/l/n, I-"

You hold your hand up, and continue to look right at the boy. "It is drugs. Bloodshot eyes, runny nose. You keep buying those eye drops in hopes of concealing it, but they don't work, do they?"

"Miss-"

"How do you know?" He finally asks after failing the staring contest.

"I had my fair share of experience with drug addicts. Now, if we cleared this one up, where'd you get the guns and who were your accomplices?"

"I can't tell you. I made a promise." He protests in vain.

"Addict's promise is nothing more than an empty talk. Did they threaten you?" You're met with silence and uneasiness from Mrs Harris. "Paxton, we're bound by an attorney-client privilege. Whatever you say, stays in this room. I can only advise what's best for you in court."

"No."

"I think you're lying to me."

"Yes, okay? I had to keep my mouth shut so they would give me my share." You rub your forehead in thought, when Paxton speaks up again, "we found some guns in an abandoned place, it was like a warehouse or something. We only came there to threaten the owner, but then Joey fired a shot and... We didn't want to hurt anyone."

"Did you hurt someone?"

"No, the bullet went through the display glass, but we got scared and ran away." Paxton was still restricted, but after you assured that it stays between you three, he opened up.

"Did anyone see you?"

"No, we wore masks."

"Can you tell other names? Besides Joey?"

He hesitates, cracking his fingers, afraid to meet his mother's eyes.

***

"He's agreed to help us, in exchange for a full immunity."

"Did he give any names?" Mahoney asks, flipping over the papers.

"All of them." You answer, looking over at Mrs Harris and her son, still in your office. Matt and the rest of the office returned from their lunch break, and Matt was awkwardly hanging around Karen's desk, listening to you and Mahoney talking on the phone from time to time. Karen was pushing him to get a grip and finally start taking money from the clients, rather than doing everything for free; yet he kept pushing back with the same old arguments.

"Well, I need you to come to the station, so we could take the statement, only then I can guarantee a full immunity."

"Alright, we'll see you soon, Sergeant."

***

You enter Josie's before seven, pushing through the thick crowd to the pool tables, old rock music is blaring through the speakers on full volume. Some guy almost spills his drink and starts apologizing profusely, so you quicken your step until you finally see familiar faces of Nelson and Murdock. "Apologies for the delay, Mahoney held us up." You sigh, stopping in front of the pool table to watch how Foggy misses a perfect shot.

"He likes to do that a lot." Foggy comments, trying to cover up his incredible failure.

"What happened? You were gone the whole afternoon." Matt fixes his glasses, directing his movements elsewhere, although he wanted to at least put a comforting hand on your shoulder... But not in public.

"Uh... Whiskey neat?" You ask him, snatching his drink without waiting for an answer, and when the alcohol burns your throat, finally reply, "so basically, the warehouse where the kids found guns belong to the irish, yes, yet another gang in Hell's Kitchen. And the police are on the lookout for them, but it seems that they went into hiding." You put an empty glass on the table next to you, and touch Matt's shoulder, "Next one's on me."

"Wait, so what happened to the kids?" Karen asks, sipping her own drink, which you notice to be the same brand of beer that Matt keeps buying for himself.

"We all talked, but of course, their parents weren't happy with the charges, so none of them confessed, but Paxton's on tape, and he still has the full immunity on the table."

"And the store owner?"

"He didn't recognize any of them, but he did recognize the stolen jewelry that Paxton brought with him. At least they were smart enough to wear masks, but if Mahoney pulls out a search warrant, it's over for them." You sigh, plopping on the chair nearby. "I'm dog tired and I can't believe I've walked all the way from the station here."

"Hey, it's time to relax now, we've got all gang here!" Foggy puts his hands on your shoulders and shakes, a bit too strong for your liking.

"Nelson and Murdock are finally back!" Karen lifts her bottle and cheers when Matt's shot goes right into the hole.

"That's a pretty damn good shot there, Murdock." You comment, and Matt's cheeks slightly blush. You quickly check him out, relaxed and laid back, his jacket ditched somewhere on the chair, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up and his strong arms exposed. If you could, you'd take him right here in the filthy bathroom of Josie's bar; but you can only bite your lip and wait for Josie to bring you a drink.

Matt laughs, "I only got lucky this time."

"He's been riding on that luck the whole evening, don't trust his words." Foggy comments and goes around the table to find the best position for himself again.

*** The evening goes by quickly, you've already lost the count on how many drinks you have consumed in those couple of hours, the bar is nowhere near empty, on the contrary, it only became fuller. Foggy has won two out of six rounds against Matt and has been glued to his beer ever since, apart from an occasional bathroom break, and now it was Karen v Matt in the 'grand pool battle', as Foggy called it.

Your phone vibrates and you pull it out of your purse, confused. 1 new message. You can't help but look around the bar, before opening the message from an unknown number. Maybe Todd has come back to haunt you again?

U/N: hey, just wanted to check in, how are you?

You: sorry, who's this?

You see three dots appear and disappear multiple times, and at last, the person texts back, you quickly sober up.

U/N: It's Poindexter.

U/N: don't mean to appear like a stalker, but got your number from the case documents.

You: Oh

Dex clenches his jaw tightly, and Ray turns to look at him, clutching his phone. "You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah." Dex answers, briefly looking around where they have parked their car. Dex and Ray were on a lookout mission tonight, and after a long afternoon of contemplating, he finally gathered enough courage to text you. And your response wasn't as warm as he expected it to be.

After two long minutes, which felt like an hour to Dex, you finally started typing something. Ray side-eyed his partner with rising interest, pretty much because he has never seen him staring at his phone like that. Dex's small smirk to your message added more suspicion to the already boiling pot.

You: does this count as a part of your job, agent?

Dex: not when I'm off duty.

You: are you off duty now?

Dex: well, I guess you caught me this time.

Matt listens to the sudden liveliness of your phone, slightly confused, but then Karen appears next to him and offers to teach how to play pool 'correctly', despite the obvious fact that he's been playing with Foggy the whole evening. You watch them from behind a half empty glass of whiskey, catching the way drunken Karen allowed herself to boldly touch Matt. You shouldn't be mad or jealous... Theoretically... Because you two weren't public or official. But theory aside, you were biting your cheek to refrain from a sarcastic remark. Matt couldn't help himself but smile awkwardly when he felt Karen's fingers sliding along his arm; her closeness was too much for his liking, especially in front of you; but your attention was somewhere else already.

You: didn't think feds worked overtime. You replied cheekily, but then added, I'm ok. Thanks for asking, Dex.

Dex's response was quick, you don't know a lot about us then. I guess everything that happened was very hard for you.

You get a fresh glass of whiskey, thinking over his message. It was strange, that when your life has finally settled, weeks after Teneke's murder, Dex decided to text you. Although there was some truth in his words, it was hard, the nightmares weren't the fun part of the whole thing too... But it was all in the past now; with Matt by your side, you allowed yourself to relax and not think of all the bad things that happened in your life since your return to Hell's Kitchen.

You: it was, yeah. If we're already on this subject, how are you?

Dex: I'm good, thanks.

And he was, especially when you texted back. His smile, even though a brief one, didn't go unnoticed by Ray. Dex wanted to text something else, keep the conversation going, but his mind was blank, especially when it came to making small talk; although he was now guarded by his phone and safe from any first-hand awkwardness, Dex still didn't know how to deal with the sudden stress. But his self-pitying session got interrupted by your message, so, what are you up to right now? So, you did care after all. Enough to not let this conversation die.

Dex: on a lookout for a bad guy, pretty boring. And you? Hopefully something more exciting.

You: in a bar, drinking my salary away with the bosses. How bad that bad guy is?

Dex: pretty bad in my opinion. Don't drink too much, you won't feel well tomorrow :)

You lock your phone and notice that Foggy and Karen were already dressed up.

"Look who's off her phone already, you missed all the fun." Foggy says, buttoning his coat up.

"You're leaving already?"

"Yeah, Karen's afraid to go home alone and I-"

"I am not!" Karen giggles, steadying herself against the pool table. Matt laughs, leaning on the pool cue and sips his beer.

"Huh, maybe I should head home as well... Just want a cigarette so bad, haven't had one the whole day." You sigh, and say your goodbyes to Foggy and Karen. The bar is still full, Josie's been running non-stop, and you think to yourself if it's always like this on a Monday night.

"That leaves just two us now, huh?" Matt says, striking the white ball into the red one.

"Isn't this just so romantic?" You laugh, walking closer to Matt, and whispering in his ear, "those shouting ones really know how to create an atmosphere...Full of sweaty bodies and that stink of cheap beer."

"I'd say this is perfect." He laughs, handing you the pool cue.

"No, I don't play."

"Come on, let me teach you."

"Really? And how will you do that?"

"With your help, of course." Matt laughs into your ear, and puts his hands around your shoulders, positioning the cue in your hands. "Now, turn where the white one is." You do that, noticing that there's a green ball right behind the white one. "And now, you strike that ball into another one, like that." He pushes the cue with quick, powerful movement, still holding your hand.

"It went in!"

"See, it's easy." He smiles, forgetting that he was gonna ask you who was texting you this late in the evening. You celebrate for a moment, but then grab Matt's hand, asking to go home. And who was Matt to refuse your ideas, when he knew how tired you were?

As you were waiting for a taxi outside, Matt was standing so close to you that you smelled his perfume mixed with all the smells of the bar even through your burning cigarette.

"Listen, I wanna ask you something, y/n." He begins, shuffling his feet on the sidewalk. "Do you... Would you like to go on a date tomorrow evening?"

"A date?" You ask again, averting your attention from the passing cars. "Matt, we've been together for like a month."

"I know, and I haven't asked you on a date once, that's on me." His warm hands found yours and squeezed affectionately, "let's go to some nice place, maybe not too expensive," you laugh and it's like music to his ears, "I would choose it myself, but unfortunately," Matt gestures to his glasses, "I'll put on my best suit, and you could put on that silk dress I helped you choose... What do you say?"

You wanted to kiss him right now and never let him out of your arms, "I have one place in mind... I just hope that it will be as romantic as Josie's."

He laughs, throwing his head back, "so, that's a yes?"

"Affirmate, Mr Murdock." You kiss him on the cheek, leaving the biggest smile on his face.

***

"Hey, I told you I'm sorry, I tried to reason with my mother to not go to that lawyer!" Paxton's voice rings in the dark alley, four dark figures hovering above him menacingly.

"So you had to tell our names to save your own ass, didn't you?" Joey asks, kicking Paxton's thigh with enough force to earn a loud cry.

"I was busted either way. She cracked me about the drugs, I can't be in jail for having drugs in my house, please!"

"You're just a pussy, Paxton. I always knew you were the weakest link." Toby says, pulling the hood off his head. "We could've sold that gold for good money and taken more guns from the warehouse, but it's all busted now. And whose fault is that?"

"Guys, please," Paxton shields his head from another kick, "I beg you, stop, I'll take everything back, I promise-"

"I don't take promises from a snitch. We should just kill you right now." Joey says, picking up a brick from the ground, and gets hit by one of Daredevil's billy clubs, which bounces off to knock out Toby. The rest of the gang look around in panic, until they notice a dark figure on one of the rooftops, and another billy club flies through the air and knocks them out as well.

"Please, please, don't kill me, Daredevil!" Paxton lies back down, keeping his hands in the air.

The devil of Hell's Kitchen lands on the ground switfly with little effort and picks up his billy clubs, agonizingly slowly stalking towards Paxton. "Call the police, call your lawyer first thing in the morning, leave no details, you understand? Drop the shady business or I won't be so nice the next time we meet." Matt rasps out, in case Paxton has heard him speaking in the office.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it, please don't hurt me anyone." Paxton cries out, holding his bruised side.

"Make the call right now, Paxton, I won't ask again."

The boy pulls out his phone, screen almost shattered from the kicks and dials the emergency number, fearfully looking at his knocked out friends and Daredevil himself, standing and looking right at him.

Another typical night in Hell's Kitchen.

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everlastingdreams · 5 years

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Dex X Reader: Sugar Crush Chapter 28

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Notes:

Summary: Reader moves into the same building as one Agent Poindexter. A bond starts to grow between them. Can the reader move on after a traumatic past ‘relationship’ ?

Chapter: 28/28

Trigger Warning: Mentions of physical and emotional abuse ! YES this one will come with trigger warnings. I tried not to post too much into detail stuff but this entire thing comes with a trigger warning !

Word Count: 1742 words

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Dex sat in the emergency room, waiting for news. He didn't know how long he had been there, minutes, hours..

It felt like days. Like eternity. But at the seem time it felt like time had stopped to exist. The voices screaming in his head, whispers crawled their way through the screams. He held his head in his hands as he tried to breath.

A voice broke through his train of thought. He looked up for only a second to see that Ally stood there, next to her an older woman.

Ally said something to to woman before she walked up to Dex and plopped down in the chair next to him.

“Any news yet ?” she sounded as tired as he was.

He just shook his head.

“Grandma brought me here. The FBI wants to talk to me again about what happened.” Ally tried to get a conversation.

“Just tell them what you know. It will be fine, kid.” he told her.

“I wanted to help her.. looks like I ended up being the one to get her killed.” Ally looked down at her feet.

Dex looked at her now “She's not dead.” not yet, he thought to himself “And you didn't cause this, kid. Reed shot her. (y/n) just..”

“Yeah... she always helps everyone.” she said quietly “She was trying to escape when I bumped into her. She told me something.. something involving you.”

Dex looked at her with interest “What did she say ?”

“She said Wilson Fisk told Reed where she was, Fisk wanted her dead because she knows you.” Ally explained.

Dex looked away from her as he processed the new information. Fisk had tried to twist his mind, tried to get him to believe that society would never accept someone like him. He didn't believe one word of the bullshit he was trying to sell him, in the past he might have but since meeting you he was more confident. Fisk must have found out about your existence, must have seen you as a block in his plans.

“She said that ?” Dex asked Ally for confirmation.

Ally nodded “ What does Fisk want with you ?”

Dex didn't answer as he stood up from the chair, ignoring her question “Will you and your grandmother stay here ? I'll be back soon.”

Ally looked at him suspiciously “Yeah.. but.. what are you going to do ?”

“Just.. stay. Please ? ” he kept his voice in control “And uh... let's keep this information between us, alright ?”

“Okay..” Ally watched him walk away, unaware of his intentions.

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Light made it's way to your eyes when you opened them and you groaned at the sight, you already felt dizzy.

Ally jumped up from the chair and placed her hands on your arm excitedly “Oh my god ! I thought you were dead.”

You couldn't believe Ally was alive, you wondered if you had died.

“But... Shaw.. he shot you..” your head was hurting with questions.

She quickly shook her head “No ! No, the fed shot that asshole. He's dead.”

“DEX?!” you asked in shock not knowing how to interprent that.

“What ? OH NO I MEAN SHAW. Shaw is dead. Dex shot him. He saved us, well the FBI showed up as well because I borrowed some stuff from that Nadeem guy and guess he was salty..” she trailed off.

“Borrowed, huh ?” you picked up on that “ You stole from a federal agent ?”

She shrugged her shoulders “At least it got their attention. And maybe they figured that I would try and help you. Could be why they showed up.”

You tried to sit up in the bed but winced in pain when you did “Ah shit.” your hand went to your side.

“Oh yeah. And you got shot.” she stated the obvious.

“Gross.” you said and she let out a laugh.

“It looked worse with all the blood though. The fed almost lost it, he prevented you from bleeding out.” Ally sat down on the side of the bed now. “I thought you were going to die. So did he. He doesn't know you're awake yet. He left a while ago. I thought he'd be back by morning but..”

You couldn't imagine what Dex must have been through when he found you bleeding out on the ground. He had saved you, you would have bled out without him.

“I'm sure he'll be here soon, looks like he's pretty in love with you.” Ally tried to lift your spirits.

You nodded and gave a small smile “You said your dad was shot ? Did he...” you left the question open.

She shook her head “No. He uh.. he woke up. The doctor's say that it'll be a while before he will be back to normal. I'm staying with my grandma Nancy in the meantime.”

Your eyes widened “Nancy is your grandmother ? Bob... damnit.. Shaw destroyed everything.”

“Not everything.” Ally corrected you and you took her hand, giving it a squeeze.

A knock on the door made Ally jump of the bed, before someone would enter.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw who it was. Even in his tired state he still stole your heart.

“Dex !” you smiled brightly. He seemed amazed that you were awake, or alive even.

He took two big paces and he was by your side “(y/n) ! You scared the hell out of me.” his hand cupped your cheek before he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Well, in case you need me.” Ally pointed to the door “I'll be outside.” she said as she walked to the door.

“I thought...” Dex pinched the bridge of his nose as he took a deep breath “I thought I was too late..”

You shook your head as you grabbed hold of his hand and brushed your thumb over it “None of this was your fault, Dex. On the contrary you and Ally... you saved me. I thought I wasn't going to survive this time. That Shaw would have dragged me to the other side of the world, that the nightmare would start all over again..”

"I'd never let that happen. I would never let him get away. Even if it took me all my life." he was serious as he said it "Besides, you're the only one who has the recipe to those waffles."

You breathed and laughed lightly at his comment "Yeah. I'm still taking that to my grave, Dex."

He nodded "I know. But not anytime soon.”

You knew you still had to tell him what Shaw had told you “Dex.. he told me something while I was with him in the house.”

Dex raised a brow as he waited for you to speak.

“He told me Wilson Fisk wanted me dead, that me being alive and around you was a torn in Fisk's plan. I've only heard Shaw mention Fisk once before.. he did some dirty work for him. Why is Fisk doing this ?”

Dex avoided your eyes, suddenly becoming nervous “He..uh.. he tried to make me believe things.”

“What kind of things ?” you pressed the question.

Dex shook his head as he took hold of your hand with his own “He wanted me to believe that society would never accept someone like me.”

You let out a breath, he looked so tired “He's wrong, Dex. I know you, I know that there is so much more to you then what you believe. You told me I was special to you.” he looked at you now “But you are special to me too.” you smiled at him.

He let out a soft chuckle, his features softening “You don't have to be afraid anymore. He'll never hurt you or threaten you again.”

You were confused now, had the FBI found out about Fisk's plans already ? Had they moved him back to prison ? “Did Ally tell you this already ? Does this mean Fisk is back in prison ?”

He avoided your gaze again and this time you took note of it “He was found dead this morning. You're safe now.”

The way he said it, cold, emotionless.. you knew.

“Dead ?” you repeated his words.

He gave a nod “They found him in the penthouse. They have no leads, but a guy like that had many enemies.”

You just nodded.

You knew.

“When did it happen ?” you asked.

“Couple of hours ago.” he answered and looked at you.

He knew that you knew.

You squeezed his hand “Guess the city, or even the world is now safer without him or Shaw in it.”

Dex smiled for a second before he cleared his throat “The FBI still wants to take your statement about Shaw. Ally's too.”

“I'll make sure to help her remember the important things.” you told him, hinting at the fact that you sure ass hell weren't going to sell him out.

“She's a smart kid.” He said with a smirk.

“Was that a compliment ? I should tell her that.” you joked and he almost rolled his eyes.

He chuckles “Smart apart from the fact that she stole from Ray.”

“Well, technically that does make her smart. She was able to borrow things out of his pocket unnoticed.” your voice was sarcastic.

He smirked at you “Since when do you support thieves ?” a playfull glint in his eyes.

“Since they save my life.” you shrugged your shoulders and giggled. “Sometimes we have to do something bad, sometimes it's the only option to stay safe. As long as we don't start to see it as the only way, there is still hope.” your words were heavy, Dex must have understood way you had said it as he nodded in agreement. “I won't give up on you. I see the good in you.”

His eyes were soft and for a moment he looked so peacefull. He leaned closer to you and his lips brushed against yours.

“I love you.” it was as if the words had escaped him, as if they were hanging on his lips ready to be spoken. There was still uncertainty in his eyes when he looked at you.

You could only smile brightly “I love you too.”

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fuchsiagrasshopper · 5 years

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Tomorrow Ends With You

Benjamin Poindexter x reader

AN: So this is the follow up to the one-shot ‘I Watch You’ that I wrote a little while back that many readers requested a follow up to. I wasn’t sure where this would go at first, but it ended up longer than the first piece, so thanks for sticking with me on this idea.

Word count: 2.2k

A lot of time had passed since Dex had first talked with you that cold morning. Bandit had now become a fixture in his morning routine, so much so that when he couldn't come for a run, Dex didn't feel like going either. The shared breakfasts had also turned into a habit, split between your apartments or at a coffee shop when you were both in a hurry.

Dex never gave up on watching you through his window. If anything, now that you were acquainted, it had added a thrill to his nocturnal viewings. On days you had spent together, you appeared with a glow at night as you sprang around your apartment. Dex liked to think he was the cause of your good mood. He knew he felt better when he had been with you.

Despite all of the good fortune to come of your friendship, he wasn't counting his blessings just yet. A new problem had emerged within him, and it involved wanting to be with you. It should have satisfied him, being your friend, but every time you brushed your hand on his arm or your gaze lingered, he could feel the discontent grow. Restless thoughts of wanting more but fearing rejection, or worse himself, kept him at bay. The best way to be with you was to not be with you, not in the way he wished.

His thirst for you hit hardest at night after you would vanish to your room and visions of you would dance in his head. Dex would get lost in his sheets, at first fighting the desire and then giving in. Lying alone, deflated and ashamed, he wondered if the feelings would pass.

Tonight was something different. You had exchanged numbers since that first meeting. Dex didn't hear from you all day, and you were late getting home. What was worse was you were not alone. When you came through the door, a man was with you.

The heartache Dex felt turned to anger. You laughed at something the man with the black hair said. Dex had made you laugh before. Unintentionally, but it was a pleasant sound and he remembered basking in the knowledge that he had caused you to smile. Watching you with this man, he only felt misery.

You set to work in preparing drinks in the kitchen while he took a seat at the table. Bandit skulked around the stranger, never leaping for affection or a scratch behind the ears. That dog had a sense of loyalty.

Dex wished he had acquired the ability to read lips. At least then he might have been able to make out what one of you was saying. You brought two mugs with you, setting one down beside him while keeping the other for yourself. He opened up a laptop between you both on the table, and your attention turned the screen. The chatting persisted. Every once and awhile one of you would look at the other with a nod or head shake.

In his head, Dex tried to come up with as many conclusions as he could that it wasn't something romantic. The lighting in your apartment was bright, and you weren't dressed in dinner attire. Neither of you had made physical contact with one another, though he had leaned close into you at one point and Dex thought he might break the window to cross the alleyway.

If it was a date then you probably wouldn't appreciate him watching. Dex wanted to respect you, but he also wasn't comfortable to stand aside and let someone take his place beside you.

He paced back through his apartment, from the living room to the kitchen and back again he went. The circles he traveled would make him dizzy soon. He weighed his options, but nothing was proving to be viable. If he went over to your apartment and acted oblivious, like he didn't know you had company, you might see through that. It was too obsessive. And if he called you or persisted with text messages, it came off as desperate and pathetic. The path of least resistance was to sit and do nothing. Let the night pass, and hope to forget about it in the morning. Easier said than done.

Cleaning helped pass the time, even though it felt like he was going over areas that were already spotless. There wasn't anything for the vacuum to pick up, but he went through the motions of running it up and down the hallway and all around the living room. He considered going for the tapes, but it didn't feel like the same anxiety he was used to. This was something new, and he doubted Dr. Mercer had the answer in one of her sessions. He wasn't off his path, he was fully aware that he was feeling jealous of the man with the black hair.

Some time had passed between his thoughts and cleaning, and the next time he walked through his bedroom, you were alone. It was late, and just when he considered getting some sleep, he heard your voice through the window. Dex peered outside and saw you sitting on the platform of your fire escape. He lifted his own window up and stepped through onto the fire escape of his building.

“I have a phone, you know,” He said and you smiled.

“I know, but I think it's fun that we live right across from one another. Don't you remember being a kid, and talking through a can with a string to your friends? I used to do that up in my treehouse, and this is kind of like that.”

Dex shrugged before leaning up against the railing. “I grew up in the city, so no treehouse.”

“Well then, we'll make up for your sad childhood right now,” You said.

He sighed under his breath and got to fantasizing of how different his childhood might have been if he'd had someone like you for a friend. A tin can phone and treehouses sounded like luxuries.

“What did you need to talk to me about?” Dex asked, eventually snapping free from his reverie.

“Oh right,” You exclaimed as if suddenly remembering. “I wanted to run something by you. Work-related with my show. Do you have time to come over right now?”

“Sure,” The words were out fast, and he hoped you didn't notice how he jumped at the chance to be with you.

Spontaneity must have been catching because Dex found himself doing something else unusual. Instead of going back in through his window to his apartment, he descended the stairs of the fire escape. He crossed the alleyway and mounted the ladder to your building, climbing to get to you. You stood up and ensured there was enough room on the landing as he got to your floor.

“Hey Romeo,” You greeted. “You know, most people would use the front door.”

Dex laughed to hide his nervousness. “I thought you climbed up to get to a treehouse?”

“True. You're a quick learner Dex. There might be help for you yet.” You stood back and lifted your window up higher to climb back inside. “Come on, before we freeze.”

He let you go first before following in one leg at a time. The warmth of your apartment always surprised him, but it was a welcome change from his own home. Dex had only just finished closing the window behind him when he felt a face press into the back of his knee. He couldn't hold back his grin for Bandit and knelt down to give him a scratch as his face was peppered with kisses.

“We're gonna have to discuss split custody of him soon,” You joked, watching from the kitchen. “He gives you a better greeting than he does me now. I'm feeling neglected.”

Dex wanted to say it would be better if you and Bandit just moved in with him, then you'd always be together. But he knew that would frighten you away. You hadn't known each other long enough, and you weren't in a relationship together either. It was just a passing idea that he liked to have run through his mind, even if it was impossible.

“Did you want something to drink?”

Dex watched as you put the two mugs away from earlier, and his mood soured. He was reminded of the man again.

“Just water, thanks,” He said coming to a stand.

A brow quirked up, picking up on his terse response, but you didn't comment. You brought a bottle of water from the fridge and came around to the living room to hand it off to him.

“Here,” You said before taking a seat on the couch. You patted the spot beside you, encouraging Dex to join you. “Come, sit.”

Dex took a seat, sinking into the soft cushion. He was hyper aware of how close you were next to him. Your shoulders touched as you leaned forward to grab your laptop.

“So my show is dropping in ratings. My passion is indie film and music, and I have loyal viewers, but it's a small audience. My producer thinks I should be more open to discussing new and recent releases, but that feels like selling out.”

Dex's eyes turned sharp. “Your producer?”

“Yeah, Daniel. He was here earlier, helping me come up with a new format for the show. Several actually, but I'm pretty sure I've decided which one I'm going with. Classic music and film.”

He forgot to keep listening after that, too elated by the realization that it had been your boss over for a work-related visit and nothing more. All of the tension that had worked up in his body left at once, and he sank further into the sofa like a knife through soft butter.

“Dex?” You asked, and your eyes were shining with concern.

He shook his head clear and sat up straight. “Sorry, I had a long day.”

You pulled your legs up onto the couch and scooted in his direction, ears perked to listen. “And here I've been going on about my job. What's going on with you?”

“Nothing I can't handle, just the usual stuff.” The usual crippling loneliness, and wanting to be with you but not wanting to ruin your life with my problems.

His eyes unfocused, and he could hear the deafening buzzing. Sometimes it was unbearable, and he'd need to escape to a place of isolation just to quiet everything down. Could you hear it now, sitting beside him?

“I'm not sure I know what the usual stuff is, but if you ever need to talk, I'm here.” Your hand covered his, and everything went silent.

“Thanks.” He looked you in the eye, the kind of stare that could be unnerving if shared between strangers. Your connection with each other was building, and you met his gaze head-on unblinking. Dex could have counted your eyelashes if he wanted to.

“So if you’ve already decided what you’re going to do about work, why did you need my opinion?” He asked, bringing them back on track.

“I want to start with film, and I was hoping you had a favorite classic movie that we could watch so I could talk about it. Think of it as you getting to have the premiere choice on my show.”

“That would be interesting to listen to.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open in surprise. “You listen to my show?”

Dex clenched his hands to keep them from fidgeting. “Of course. I try to get everyone else in the office to tune in as well.”

“And here I thought they’d be more interested in listening to Trish Talk,” You said while reaching a hand out to give his arm a squeeze. “Thank you for going the extra mile, though just you tuning in would be enough.”

Dex had never thought he’d be enough for anyone, and he didn’t know what to do with such praise. Your hand was still on his arm, and he felt like he was melting beneath the sleeve. He didn’t know what to do or say, and so he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“It’s a Wonderful Life.”

You looked quizzical before understanding he had given an answer to your request. “A holiday film, but with a timeless message. Good choice.”

You rose from the couch and fiddled around the built-in shelves by the TV. It didn’t surprise Dex that you had the suggested title. You had quite an extensive collection. Before returning to your seat you dimmed the lights down low and brought a throw blanket with you. Bandit found his place between you both, but he chose to rest his head on Dex’s lap for pets. You let out a laugh.

“Looks like I’ll have to be the strict parent.” You hit a button on the remote and the black and white film started to play.

Dex drew in a sharp breath before smiling to himself. As the events of the story unfolded on screen, he found himself distracted and unable to follow along. Sometimes he would gaze at you out of his peripheral or Bandit would take a moment to adjust his head and Dex would sink his fingers into the soft red hair. But mostly he found himself looking back out the window to his apartment. He had done it, he had finally found a way to be on the other side of the glass, and he didn’t stop to think how he had gotten so lucky. Tomorrow would come soon enough, and he hoped it would end back here, sitting on this sofa with you.

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Lost - Benjamin Poindexter

Hello my friends! I hope you are doing well and fancy a delve into Daredevil’s newest villain, Bullseye. I really loved the way this character was portrayed and I hope this imagine does him justice! Enjoy!

His long fingers gripped the granite counter top tightly, his knuckles turning white at the strain. The flex of his forearms seemed dramatic in the dim light as the muscles were grossly defined. The shadows under his chin were drawn sharp as he clenched and unclenched his jaw rhythmically. His shoulders were hiked up, like feline hackles, and his head hung low between them. The loud, heavy thoughts weighed his brain down to that painful position, with his eyes glued on the manila envelope before him.

Your fault, your fault, your fault. The words floated in his skull, reverberating off the bone and back into the pink flesh of his mind. His brows furrowed as he vainly tried to block the voice out. Angrily, he shook his head hoping to give himself a moment of silence.

Your fault, your fault, your fault. Traveling from his head and down his throat, the phrase found purchase in his heart. The once steady beat started to pound wildly with some untapped rage. He could feel the blood rushing through his body, echoing in his ears.

Your fault, your fault, your fault. Suddenly, he was moving, his fingers wrapping around the handle of the knife. A sharp turn, a slight snap and the blade was lodged in the drywall. It sunk deep, chipping the paint as it found its mark.

My fault, my fault, my fault. With a scream so loud that the heavens shook, he fell to his knees. His shaking hands pulled at his short, dirty blond locks in pure frustration. If he had just stayed away, kept his distance like he had been, you would have been spared.

It was a brisk day in Hell’s Kitchen. The chilled air nipped at your face, flushing your face with a dusting of red. You shook slightly, pulling your too-thin jacket closer to your chest in an attempt to combat the cold. Sadly, the attempt was feeble as the wind picked up a freezing breeze, seemingly just for you.

“Ms. L/N! Ms. L/N!” You turned quickly to greet the small voice that shouted for your attention. A small boy from your homeroom rushed up with a large amber leaf clutched in his tiny hands. “It’s huge!! Look at it!”

“It is, Tyrone! Why don’t you trace it like we did in class today?”

“By rubbing a crayon over it?”

“Yes,” you said sweetly, “but be careful. Even with the paper protecting it, the leaf is still brittle. It might break.”

“Okay,” Tyrone said, a giddy smile on his face. “I’ll show you when I get done!” The little boy quickly ran inside the cozy schoolhouse and you couldn’t help but envy the fact he would be sheltered from the cold. You gazed out at the rest of the children in the playground yard and felt a smile grace your lips.

Children clad in brightly colored coats and knitted wool hats screamed with joy as they played about. Some braved the freezing chains of the swing set and took to new heights while others were intently focused on the kickball match at hand. You felt a rush of warmth despite the immaculate weather roll through your body. It had taken a while, but you had made it. You were home, in New York, teaching a new, blooming generation of bright students. Now, you just couldn’t let them freeze to death before they changed the world.

“C’mon in kids!” you shouted, “It’s lunchtime!” A chorus of whoops and cheers greeted your ears as the bundled-up children funneled inside the small school. You waited until those few lingering students had walked through the doors.

Before you went inside yourself, you wandered the playground and picked up the stray play equipment. You leaned down slowly, picking up a jump rope and a doll one of the kids had snuck outside. Letting out a sigh, you turned to stand up straight. Your eyes wandered briefly over and across the street. Even though it was a mere glance, your gaze locked with another’s.

His face was obscured slightly by the hood of the black jacket he wore. Hands hidden inside the pockets, you couldn’t tell if he was familiar; but you could feel his eyes on you. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine, partly due to a sense of unease. Trying to mask your intent on getting a better look at him, you stalked over to the fence.

As you did, a large truck flew past on the pavement, disrupting your eye line. When your line of sight was clear once more, the darkened figure was gone. Brows furrowing, you glanced up and down the street, at least as much as the bulky fence before you would allow.

“Ms. L/N?!” A shout drew your attention away from your task as you looked over your shoulder. Tyrone stood in the doorway, waving a colored piece of paper gleefully. “I finished!”

“Great,” you said, turning back to where the man had stood moments before. You gave the area one last once over. Not a trace of him remained. Frowning yet slightly relieved, you started towards the happy boy. “Let me see what our resident artist as done!”

When three o’clock was signaled by the tolling of the final bell, you had barely thought of the strange figure you had seen across the street during the children’s recess. Now, however, he was all you could think about as your students filed out of the schoolhouse and into the widespread arms of the cruel Hell’s Kitchen. What ifs and questions of who he was berated your mind, brewing a worry that tied up your gut.

Then, when the last child was picked up and the final bus shuttled out, you felt a held breath release. With a renewed sense of ease, you gathered your things from your classroom and bid farewell to your fellow staff. They were kind people, good people. People who, like you, wanted to raise the children of Hell’s Kitchen up above the ashes.

As you walked out of the fenced in school yard, thoughts of your students cluttered your mind. You were so lost in your reflections that you almost missed the familiar black hood of the figure earlier. You could see him more clearly now, as he attempted to appear nonchalant on the corner. He was slim, with pointed features that just barely poked out from the hood.

Before you could even think about what to do, like a magnetic, your feet were drawn to him. They carried you over until you stood before him with a cocked head, peering into the face of a handsome man. His light hazel eyes seemed to blink with disbelief when they focused on you. You watched as his scruff covered jaw opened and closed quickly; but any words seemed to die out on his tongue as you waited.

“It’s you,” you said, giving the strange man a soft smile. You liked to preach to your students that kindness was first; so you felt you had to follow our own rules, even if the man before you seemed to be watching you closely.

“It’s uh,” he paused, his eyes barely meeting yours.

“I saw you, this afternoon. Across the street over there.” You pointed back down the block where the school was snugly seated. The man swallowed hard at your remark.

“I just um-”

“Is your child enrolled there?”

“What? No, no,” he shook his head, seeming to find his voice now. “I have just seen you around before. I didn’t realize you worked there. I didn’t mean to….to stare. Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you chirped, “you just worried me. You almost looked lost.” The man let out a chuckle at your assumption and it was the most wonderful sound you had ever heard. While it was soft, it started from his broad chest and seemed to grow in richness somewhere in his throat before it slipped from his lips. Your heart thumped wildly, as if it longed to chase after the laugh that seemed to drift off in the wind.

“I-I uh, I’m Y/N,” you said, trying to break yourself from your reverie. You extended a hand to him, hoping to break any tension that had started to arise. His nervous eyes glanced from your hand to your eyes then back again, as if he were calculating. Then, finally, his eyes met yours once more and his warm hand greeted your own.

“I’m Dex.”

If only he hadn’t given in, then you wouldn’t be in this mess. And oh, what a mess it was. It sickened Dex that it had taken this long for him to have realized. While he had been playing the part of Hell’s Kitchen’s beloved Devil, the true devil was clad in a crisp, white suit and sitting safely in a penthouse. He had been played and he was disgusted with himself.

Gulit ate away at Dex as he slowly rose from his knees. With shaking steps he walked over to the embedded blade and yanked it from the wall. A simple, menial thing to do. A distraction from what needed to be done. He tossed the knife in the sink and turned the faucet on. The sound of spraying water soothed him slightly as he closed his eyes.

Behind his eyelids, Dex saw only you. He knew the risks of watching you, but he couldn’t stop himself. You had worked at the Hotline for a while, not long enough to ever spare a glance at him but enough for him to become enraptured by you. Every word you spoke oozed with compassion and an innate softness that Dex, himself, naturally lacked. He longed to listen to you speak for hours on end and it nearly drove him mad when you finished school. His research told him you had earned your teaching degree and that you were destined to move on to bigger and better things.

That didn’t dull of the sting of your empty cubicle the following Monday. So when Dex joined the FBI, he used his new found resources to find his North Star again; to find you again. Of course you would work at a school for the less fortunate. Dex considered himself stupid for not coming to the conclusion himself. He would watch you, from a distance as you cared for the children you taught, as you gave them the guiding hand he longed for.

So when you came up to him that day, that day he had dared to get a little closer, that day he slipped up, everything changed for Agent Poindexter. He, himself, didn’t change, not entirely. As you both grew closer, he told you about his line of work. Dex even dared to mention his episodes, riding them off as a form of PTSD from his war days. Lying to you pained him, but he couldn’t let himself get too close.

Dex thought he had been doing a decent job at that. Never too close in public. Only in the privacy of his apartment did he dare to let his walls down. Only then would he allow himself to melt into your touch, your kiss. He never knew he could be capable of having you in that way. He had been foolish to think that it would last as his secret at all.

“Dex? I’m home!” Your voice called him out of his state, turning his attention to the door. You held brown paper bags of groceries in your arms, a domestic sight that Dex might have cherished if it had been at any other time. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” he said softly, walking over to help you. “How’d it go today?”

“It went well, but Sandra K. was picking on Haley R. again. I think I’ll have to call the parents in to talk with them.” As you spoke, you walked over to the counter and pulled out a stool. You sat and watched as Dex put away the groceries. While he was listening and trying to distract his mind from itself, you watched the muscles in his back move against his shirt.

“That sounds hard,” he replied, turning back to you when he had finished. You bit your lip and nodded, eyes holding his gaze. You could tell something was eating at him, but you knew not to press it with Dex. If he needed or wanted to tell you, he would; but he had to do it on his own time. You learned that after your first fight with him, an event you did not wish to repeat.

“Yeah,” you said lazily, eyes drifting to the counter. Your brows furrowed when you saw a manila envelope resting there, open. “What’s this?”

Before your fingers even graced the packet, Dex had swiftly moved to the side of the counter you sat on and picked it up. You squinted at him, and the envelope, with piqued interest. Dex swallowed, but put on a smile, just for you.

“Work. A file they want me to look into.”

“Does it have nasty pictures in it?”

“Yeah, really gross.” You smiled at him and Dex’s smile widened a little too. It had become too easy to lie to you.

“Then keep it away,” you teased, “I don’t like nasty.” Dex let a huff escape his nostrils at your words and he rolled his eyes.

“That’s not what you said-” Before he could finish, you placed a slender finger against his lips. Long ago, Dex would have never allowed for this contact; but you had your way of breaking his once solid rules. Even if it took a few dates, you were had been determined to tear them down.

“Shh, Poindexter, just kiss me.” He smiled, truly smiled, against your finger. Resting the envelope, he reached for you. One of his large hands grabbed at your waist, pulling your body flush to his own. Your finger moved from his lips and traced his cheek gingerly.

He stared into your eyes a moment longer, taking you in. A wave of calm washed over him before he captured your lips in a searing kiss. His other free hand buried itself in your hair and Dex couldn’t help but marvel at the softness. He felt your hand make its way from his cheek to the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to your warmth.

Dex must have been lost like you had thought at the beginning, because with you, especially like this, he felt so completely himself. Your touch, your heart melted any voice or worry in his head away. His stress fell through his fingers like grains of sand when you spoke. Your kiss gave him a taste of normalcy he thought he could never had. He wasn’t going to let anyone take that, take you, away from him.

The envelope went ignored, forgotten the moment Dex hoisted you off your feet. He wrapped your legs around his hips and a giggle escaped your lips. As he walked with you over to his bedroom, his thoughts weren’t of the envelope. They weren’t of the images of you that lurked inside of it, taken by some goon Fisk had hired. They weren’t even about how he was going to kill the Kingpin, slaughter him for threatening you. All of Dex’s thoughts were given a lear focus; with you as his North Star.

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