#benjamin poindexter x reader

[amberlynnmurdock]

Carnival Games

Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x Reader

Summary: Based off this lovely request about Dex impressing his North Star by winning a bunch of carnival games. Your boyfriend is the best sniper and he takes that skill to the carnival.

Genre: FLUFF. So much fluff that I really wish Dex had this love in his story *heart clutch*

Words: 2.5k

A/N: This was so fun to write, also the ending might be REALLY CHEESY but IDC, Dex fluff is so fun and cute I was literally giggling writing this lol Thank you for the request, anon! I hope you love it! <3

He wasn’t sure if it was because of the intense training he did in Quantico or if it was simply just because of his nerves, but Dex could never fully be relaxed no matter what environment he surrounded himself in. Even at home, he was always on high alert. Checking windows, making sure his curtains completely covered them. It was second nature for him to grab the knife he kept under his pillow when he heard a strange noise down the hall. It was second nature for him to scan any crowd and look for potential threats. 

So being surrounded by loud noises, flashing lights and the smell of funnel cakes wafting in the air was definitely a less-than-ideal situation for him to be in. He’d never willingly go to a carnival—in fact, he’d rather go through the intense training he did when he first started at the FBI than buy a ticket to go to a place like this. The only reason he was here now, surrounded by these squished crows and children running, people on dates and families—God, that was the worst to see—was because of you. You were the only person he would let succumb him to this kind of torture. And you had no idea. 

At least Dex had the option to wear his baseball cap tonight. It somewhat helped in blocking out the crowds but at the same time, he needed to see everyone at every angle. Most importantly, he needed to see you. You were practically dragging him through the crowds, holding on tightly to his hand, looking back every once in a while to make sure he was okay. Overall, Dex wasn’t okay, but the moments you gave him your attention, he somewhat was. Everything around him became white noise when he focused on you. He longed for the moment it was time to go home so it can be just the two of you. 

“I’m so excited,” you looked back at Dex, whose eyes were darting between people and rides. He had that familiar look on his face you knew all too well—he was overwhelmed. You had asked him probably ten times if he was okay with going to the Brooklyn Carnival and each time, Dex said yes—even though you knew better. He wanted to so badly do the things you wanted, but the price of that was his comfort. You made a note to yourself that if you did catch him getting overwhelmed—like he was now—you’d pull him aside to bring him back down. 

“Hey,” you stopped in your tracks, pulling Dex by his hand closer to you. He was startled by the sudden stopping as he focused his dark hazel eyes on you. 

“Is everything okay?” Dex asks, “Did you see something?”

You shook your head softly, touching his cheek. “I’m okay. Everything is fine. Are you okay?” 

Dex nods his head, averting his eyes from the people that surround them. “I’m okay if you are.”

“We can leave—“

“No,” Dex interrupts you. He won’t let his nerves get in the way of your date. “I want to stay.”

“Okay,” you smiled, reaching up to kiss his cheek. “Let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand again and pulled him closely through the crowd, passing the rides, food stands, and entertainment until you reached the games. Different booths surrounded the area. There were more kids around and families waiting in line for different games. The image of them all sent a pang to Dex’s heart. It was a reminder that he never had this kind of childhood—a childhood full of laughter and cotton candy and games. He can’t think of that right now, not when you’re laughing and smiling at the same thing he sees. Dex smiles at you because you’re the only thing that can make him smile right now.

“What should we play first?” You squeeze his hand a few times and meet his eyes. Dex sighs in exasperation, looking around at all the games. His attention falls on a ring toss game in front of them. 

“How about that one?”

You smile. “Sure.”

Dex was the one who led the way this time. He grabbed your hand and pulled you between people, watching them carefully, and shooting them daggers if they weren’t moving for you. At the booth, a man in his late 50s smoking a cigarette asks for two tickets from both of you to play. Dex carefully pulls them from his back pocket and hands him the tickets. 

“Alright,” the man grunts, “throw all five rings on the bottle and you win a little teddy bear.”

Dex squints his eyes and takes the rings from the man, handing them to you. You squeal in excitement and squeeze Dex’s shoulder. 

“Okay, me first,” you demand. Dex laughs lightly and steps out of your way. “I want that little teddy bear.”

“You’ll get it,” Dex encourages you. He glances at the small stuffed animal hanging from the top of the board. 

You shuffle the rings between your hands and notice each ring has a different size, obviously to show the level of difficulty to get it around the bottle. Still, it seemed easy enough, like throwing a frisbee. You squint your eyes to level the ring to the top of the bottle and flick it quickly, successfully getting the biggest—easiest—ring around the bottle. Dex smiles to himself and crosses his arms, beginning to feel more engaged with the game. 

“Just got to get four more, darlin’,” the man chuckles from the corner of the booth. He didn’t see it, but Dex shot him an intimidating glare. 

“I got it,” you reply. Dex shifts in his stance and watches you carefully. 

You level the second ring up and flick it a little too fast, flying right over the top of the bottle. You sigh in defeat—at least you have three more. Dex shifts again and watches intently. 

Without fail, you manage to miss every single last ring. Your cheeks heat in embarrassment, in a funny way that a carnival game could make you emit such an emotion, but also because your boyfriend happens to be one of the top snipers in the FBI and he just witnessed you miss each attempt. You look at Dex, shake your head, and roll your eyes in good nature.

“Oh, whatever. Your turn,” you laugh as you step aside. Dex maneuvers around you and dismisses the mocking expression on the man’s face. 

“No teddy bears yet,” he laughs. 

Dex is determined, and it’s almost comical how easy it is. 

You can’t even count the number of seconds that go by when all five rings easily land around the bottleneck by Dex’s doing. You jump up to him and squeeze his shoulders.

“DEX!!!” You squeal, “Let’s go!!”

Dex wraps his arm around your shoulders and brings you close against him. He looks up at the man under his baseball cap and smirks. 

“The little teddy bear, please,” Dex demands. 

“Alright, alright,” the man waves in defeat as he reaches for the small bear at the top of the board. “Here you go.”

Dex takes the bear from him and hands it to you with a smile. 

“You earned it,” Dex says in a low voice.

You reach up and kiss Dex on his jaw. “Let’s play another game.”

Dex laughs. “Your choice.”

You walk Dex to the middle of the path, one hand in his, the other holding the teddy bear he won for you. You look around each booth until your jaw drops and your eyes widen on the biggest stuffed duck you’ve ever seen and immediately know you must have. 

“Oh my, God, Dex,” you gasp, walking to the booth like a magnet. “I need to win that giant duck.”

Dex follows your gaze and lets out a loud, genuine laugh, only you could cause him to have. Because of course, you need that giant stuffed duck. It had to be half his size, and so round you could probably use it as a pillow. Its orange legs flopped beneath its giant yellow body. Something like that brought no joy to Dex but seeing you excited over it did. 

“I’ll go first though,” you say to him. “I do want to earn one of these things.”

“All you,” Dex gently bumps your shoulder in encouragement. 

You walk up to the booth and ask the older woman how to win the giant stuffed duck. She laughs and playfully punches the stuffed animal among the smaller ducks that people are more likely to win. 

“No one’s won this thing in all the years I’ve come here,” she says. “You’ve got to shoot every moving duck on this platform in under two minutes. There’s 15 ducks. The more ducks you shoot, the faster the machine goes. If you can manage that, you’ll win this giant duck. If you only hit, let’s say, five of them, you win a rubber ducky.”

“Okay,” you nod carefully, pondering your technique in hitting all the ducks. “We’d like to play.”

“That’ll be three tickets.”

You look at Dex who already is reaching for the tickets in his back pocket. He hands the woman the tickets and goes back to watching you from behind. It’s a seated game, with a fake gun attached to the table that shoots tiny rubber bullets. The gun is locked in this position to ensure it stays facing the game, with a little movement to swirl around. You take a seat in front of the fake gun and place your hands on it, realizing you’ve never held something even remotely close to a weapon. A thought dawned on you that Dex does, quite often for his job, and for some reason that tugged your heart. You hoped a game like this didn’t make him uncomfortable. So when you looked back at him once more and he offered you the tiniest of smiles, that tells you all you needed to know. 

The woman went out of the way and flipped a switch to start the game. The tune of Ring Around the Rosie started to play from the speakers as the ducks on the board began to move around. You aimed at one of the ducks in the top row and hit it smack in the middle. The clock was ticking, and the more you hit the ducks, the faster the machine moved, making it impossible to aim and shoot at them all. As soon as the timer dinged, the machine stopped and a mocking tune played from the speakers. 

“Damn it! So close,” you said in exasperation. The woman chuckled. You got up to meet Dex who was already handing her the tickets so he could play. 

You stood behind Dex as he took a seat in front of the fake gun. Dex didn’t even look at you as he sat down and focused on the game, which made you smile. It was funny to see a tough and seasoned FBI agent as he was getting competitive over a silly carnival game—it meant a lot to you that he was only doing it just so he could win you a stuffed animal. It meant even more that he seemed to be having a good time. 

The woman started up the machine again just as Dex rolled his shoulders to relax. His fingers twitched on the trigger of the fake gun. Once the music started playing, Dex wasted no time in shooting at every single duck at moved, proving that the speed of the machine had nothing on his skill. You watched from behind him with your mouth open in amusement. Even the woman was stunned, as she stood in the corner of the booth and stared at each duck go down in under one minute. 

“Well,” the woman sighed as the machine began to play victorious music. “That’s a first.” 

Dex let out the breath he was holding once the fake gun locked in place and the machine of ducks reset itself. He placed his hands on his thighs and watched as the woman unwound the giant duck stuffed animal from the prize board. You were already waiting for her at the corner of the booth in excitement. When she finally brought it over, you gave it a big squeeze and went over to Dex. 

“Dex!” You said in excitement, “I can’t believe you did it! I mean, I can believe it, because my boyfriend is the best sniper in the FBI, but you really won it for me!” 

Dex stood up from the seat, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck, your bodies separated by the ridiculously large duck. He held you even tighter. 

“Thank you,” he whispered against your skin. That’s all he needed to say for you to know what he meant. 

◎◎◎

As the night went on, you and Dex played as many aiming games as you could find. And every time you played, you played the best you could—but when it was Dex’s turn, you always left the booth with another stuffed animal. On the way out of the carnival, Dex asked if you could stop at a funnel cake booth to take some home. That wasn’t a hard request to grant. 

Now, sitting in the car of the subway, Dex sits with the giant duck in his lap as you carry the rest of the stuffed animals in your arms. 

“I’ll probably donate all this,” you sighed, feeling a bit tired. 

“That’s nice of you,” Dex replies, turning his head to look at you. When he looked forward again, he saw the reflection of you both sitting with the stuffed animals in your hands. Dex looked the silliest, with the giant duck in his lap. You laughed and rested your head on his shoulder, ignoring the powder from the funnel cake on his denim jacket. 

“We’re keeping the duck, though,” you said, resting your eyes. 

Dex laughed and held it tighter in his lap. “We worked hard for it.”

“I hope you had a good time, Dex,” you whispered. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“You’re welcome,” he said, matching your tone. “I did have a good time.”

In the reflection again, he sees you take a deep breath as you finally let yourself fall asleep on his shoulder. He looks around the car of the subway—not many people are on. Not many threats to worry about. He kisses your temple before focusing on your surroundings again until the subway reaches your stop. 

When the two of you finally reach Dex’s apartment, you set the stuffed animals on his couch carefully but carry the duck into his bedroom. You placed it perfectly in the middle of his bed and smiled to yourself. Dex wraps his arms around you from behind, burying his face in the crook of your neck again. You lean into his warmth as he caresses your body softly, his strong hands moving up and down the length of your torso. 

“I’d play all those games again to win you more ridiculously sized ducks,” Dex whispers. “And I’ll never miss one shot.” 

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[art-by-jas]

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Benjamin 'Dex' Poindexter x Reader

Rᴀᴛɪɴɢ: G

Wᴏʀᴅ Cᴏᴜɴᴛ: 560

Is it beta'd? No. Is it readable? Questionable considering I wrote it at midnight while being sleep-deprived. I just wanted to write something for him now that I saw he's coming back. I've missed him so much. Look this isn't much and I'm not used to writing but enjoy and comment if you'd like more.

With the day off from watching that idiot, Fisk, Dex decided to spend it with you. He picks you up from work most days, with today not being any different. He would rant about how dangerous the subway can be without him there to keep you safe. 

You would place your hand on his cheek, stroke his cheek with your thumb, and tell him how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like him who cared so much about you.

Swerving carelessly through the streets of Hell's Kitchen, Dex constantly checks the time, making sure you’re not waiting too long for him to come get you. He arrives at your workplace in record time, surprised that no cop tried to pull him over. 

Dex finds parking in front of the building before pulling out his phone to let you know he has arrived.

Oɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ!✨

He looks down at his phone, at your response, and reflects on how good everything is in his life. 

Hattley met with him this morning and complimented him on the most recent case he successfully closed, as well as his speed and efficiency. There was no one quite like him in this line of work, and he took pride in that.

Once in a while, Dex still listens to his Dr. Mercer tapes, hearing how she advised him to find someone new with a good heart who he could look up to, and that is where you entered his life.

Perfect you, altering his whole point of view. When he first saw you, you took his breath away. It took several attempts to work up the courage to approach you and speak with you. Those first few times, it was just Dex staring at you from a distance or watching you from his van through his binoculars. Once he got the nerve to talk to you, everything went smoothly, and it did not take him long to fall for you.

He looked over the building's main doors and noticed you power-walking to his car, a big smile on your face. Dex could not help but mirror the expression; you always bring out his playful, romantic side. Your outfit swayed in the spring breeze, making you look that much more beautiful.

"Hey, honey," you say as you open the passenger door and get in, "thank you for picking me up. I know you're probably busy with work."

Butterflies flutter around his rib cage in response to your voice. He adores everything about you. 

“It’s no problem, seriously. I can’t have my girlfriend take the subway or, worse, walk all the way home by herself. " What type of boyfriend would I be?" Dex chuckles.

You lean over and peck his cheek with your warm, soft, and plush mouth before kissing him on the tip of his nose. His eyes close, and his smile grows. Heat rises along his cheekbones, and the blush spreads down his neck. He loves how much attention and care you have for him. He’s never had anything like it.

"I'm just so lucky to have you, Dex. I couldn't ask for a better boyfriend," you say with a grin.

Dex reaches over and takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. He brings your hand to his lips, kissing it gently before starting the car and pulling away from the curb.

#Daredevil #wilson bethel #benjamin poindexter #Benjamin Poindexter x Reader #Daredevil Reader Insert #Reader Insert #Marvel #Fanfiction

[everythingsf1ne23]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

 | 𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘳 

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 💌:

enjoy my lovelies <33 ~Jess

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📝:

in which, Dex took her by surprise by asking her out on a date and this is how the date goes 

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷:

When Dex asked me out, I must admit I was quite surprised as I thought that I wouldn’t be pretty enough for him but here I am in my apartment getting ready, 

I’ve treated myself to a short sage green dress for this date, I decide to pair it with white platform heels, my handbag and lastly I put a white bow in my hair.

Afterwards, I start my makeup and I check the time, 6:30pm so that means I only have half an hour to finish getting ready, 

I do my makeup quite natural and I finish off with a spritz of perfume. 

Just after I finish getting ready, the doorbell to my home rings indicating that Dex is here, I practically run to the door with excitement.

I lock the door to my house and I turn to face Dex, he is dressed up real nice.

“Wow you look absolutely stunning!” Dex exclaims and I could feel my cheeks turning rosy 

“Thank you, you’re looking very handsome” I reply as he takes my hand into his own

“No problem and thanks, I don’t get told that very often”

“Well you should be told that and hopefully I’ll be able to tell you more often”

I say without thinking and I look over to see Dex smiling

“That’s obviously only if you still like me and my company after this date” I tell him and he looks directly into my eyes,

“I’ve been crushing on you for ages, I don’t think I could ever get tired of you and your company” 

The two of us continue walking hand in hand while talking for a few moments,

“So where are you taking me for our date?” I ask Dex with a soft smile.

“I remember you telling me that you love Italian food so I assumed that an Italian 

restaurant would be a good option

 for this date”, my heart melts I can’t believe that he remembers me telling him that especially after I only said it once 

“That sounds amazing!” I respond.

We’re now at our table, it has a window view which is nice ‘cause I like looking out of windows but something tells me that tonight I won’t be looking out that window very often as I’ll be looking right at the beautiful man in front of me.

I quickly look through the menu and I pick out carbonara as that’s my favourite,

“I’m gonna get the carbonara, what are you gonna have?” I ask him out of curiosity and also because I love how he speaks.

“I’m thinking of having the spaghetti bolognese”, Dex replies and his eyes are on me again 

“That’s a great choice!” I exclaim with a bright smile and then we order our meals

“You’re always so bubbly and kind, I really admire that about you” I watch Dex smiling at me and he has a glimmer in his eyes,

“Aww I always try to be” 

“I’ve been thinking about this date all week” Our meals come over quicker than expected to us and we tuck in straight away

“I have to, I’ve been so excited but honestly I wasn’t expecting you to ask me out, I thought that you would have went for someone prettier than me” I reply with honesty in my voice, suddenly Dex reaches across the table and he takes my hands into his

“You’re joking right? There’s no girl like you here, I mean you’re kind, honest and really pretty, you don’t find those qualities all in one girl very often and it may be too early to say this but I’m saying it anyways, honestly you might be the one for me”

I didn’t realise I was crying but after a while, I felt my cheeks getting wet and Dex reaches over to me with a tissue

“Are you okay?” He asks softly and I nod 

“Yeah I am, I’ve just never felt this loved before” I wipe my tears away with my tissue and I sigh as I’ve probably ruined my makeup 

“Well you deserve to and I’ll make sure that you feel loved everyday”

“Really?” I ask taking another bite of my carbonara 

“Yes of course I will”

The both of us finish our meal asking questions about one another, we take glances and smiles at each other every so often 

“I’ve had a great time with you”, I tell him as we exit the restaurant 

“I’m glad that you did” 

We notice that it’s raining outside but thankfully my house is quite close to the restaurant, I notice Dex sighing as he knew that he would have to walk back to his apartment in the rain

“You can stay with me tonight if you want, I wouldn’t want you getting a cold by getting all wet from this rain” I suggest to Dex

“Okay that would be actually great” 

Dex and I reach my house, I fumble with the keys for a few moments but then I find the right key for the front door, 

“I’ll sleep on the sofa if that’s okay” Dex tells me, 

“You could share my bed with me” 

I reply with a flirtatious smile and with that, Dex joins me to my bedroom.

We change out of our wet clothes and afterwards we lay beside each other in my bed,

“You know I couldn’t ask for anyone better than you Dex” I speak out and I turn my head to look at him 

“You’re genuinely the best thing that’s ever happened to me”, my heart melts once more after I hear him say this,

I feel so comfortable around Dex so I ask him,

“Usually I wouldn’t ask this after a first date but can I kiss you?” 

I watch his face light up,

“Yeah I’d really like that”

“Oh would you?” 

I tease him while leaning in 

“Yes obviously” I press my lips against his, it feels so right like it was meant to be,

we pull away after a few moments 

“I really enjoyed that” Dex tells me with a cheeky grin,

“I’m glad ‘cause there’s plenty more for you pretty boy” 

And with that, I lay on his chest as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

#wilson bethel #bullseye #benjamin poindexter #benjamin dex poindexter #ben poindexter #benjamin poindexter x reader #benjamin poindexter x you #benjamin poindexter fluff

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

As Imagined

Pairing: Ben Poindexter x Reader

Warnings: Slight language.

Summary: You decide to bring Ben a quick meal during his busy work day as a security detail for Fisk.

The elevator came to a halt with a familiar ding, gently rocking the floor of the small space. The doors lined with gold parted to reveal a hallway and you stepped into it, carefully balancing the drink holder in one hand and attempting to pull out the visitors pass from your pocket. Once the card was free and in your fingers, you turned left and walked over to the FBI agent standing in front of a large metal detector. 

“State your name and business.” The guard announced as you approached. You presented the card and then the coffee and paper bag. 

“Y/n. Delivering some coffee and bagels to Agent Poindexter because my friend refuses to have lunch.” You smiled. The agent nodded and handed the key card back, extending his other hand to take the beverage from you. 

“I’ll take that in for you.” 

You pulled back and shook your head. “I’d rather give it to him myself.” 

The guard glanced back at where the agents were working and then sighed when he returned to you. 

“With the present threat of Wilson Fisk, we can’t let you in there. There’s a lot of classified intel.” He told you apologetically. 

You squinted at the agent, hoping that your charm could create a small miracle. 

“Can you at least have Dex come out here for a while? He needs a break too.” You wondered. 

The agent paused for a minute and then nodded silently. He instructed that you wait where you stood until he returned with Dex. It didn’t take long. Soon the agent had been replaced with your friend who looked at you quizzically, clearly not expecting a visit. 

“Hey.” He said rather seriously, walking over. “Is everything okay?” 

You nodded and presented the treats. Dex’s concern melted into something softer when he realised why you had come. Taking the coffee, Dex swirled it slightly and looked at you. “You shouldn’t have come here.” He reprimanded. 

You took a sip of your own drink and leaned against the corridor wall, not realising that Dex had absentmindedly mirrored your actions. 

“You should have lunch.” You countered with a smirk. Pulling out a bagel, you passed it over to the agent. Dex took a bite out of it and sipped more of the warm liquid to wash it down. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him and reached up to the injuries on face, gently brushing your fingertips below the scratch on his eyebrow. 

“You’re almost healed.” 

Dex inhaled and leaned into the touch, it was his ultimate weakness. He could abandon the FBI just to have you lying beside him and absentmindedly tracing his hand against your skin.

“Dex?” You chuckled with a small squint. You were trying to bite back a laugh as his behaviour reminded you of a touch-starved puppy. 

“Hmm?”

“Did I lose you?” 

Dex opened his eyes - not realising that he had closed them - and saw you looking back. He always controlled his impulse around you but lately, Dex had been losing control of that too. 

Jerking up and off the wall, Dex accidentally pushed your hand away and cleared his throat. “I - um - I was just...”

“Hey, Poindexter!” His fellow agent called out behind him. “The shitbag’s dressed for lunch.” 

Dex glanced back at his friend. “I’ll be right there.” 

As the agent fell back into the room, Dex heard you clear your throat. 

“I should be off too.” You told him. “I just wanted to make sure you ate and that you’re okay.” 

Dex wanted to say thank you but his words had lodged in his throat. He was so nervous that he just opted to nod in response. You handed him the remainder of the bagels and patted his arms twice before heading over to the open elevator. 

You pressed a button to the lower level and waited for the doors to close. Little did you expect for a hand to pop through and force the doors to open once again. Dex slid inside before you could question him and stepped over to where you stood.

Carefully, he placed a hand over you cheek and moved closer until his lips captured yours. He wasn’t thinking about what he was doing. He was just following his feelings from a few moments ago. 

He honestly didn’t know if his feelings were being reciprocated until your hand grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close. It was everything he had imagined.

Masterlist here

#theladyofmanyfandoms #theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction #gif is not mine #poindexter x reader #poindexter imagine #ben poindexter imagine #ben poindexter x reader #benjamin poindexter imagine #benjamin poindexter x reader #daredevil x reader #mcu x reader #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #marvel x reader

[1rsoldiersince2012]

Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

organized fanfic with links to chapters, for easier access (ongoing)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

Clash in the Court

The Losing Team

Start Of Something Better... or Worse?

Shadows of the Past

Not Again

Strange Thoughts

Into the Ring

Union Allies

Bitter Company

Innocent Get What They Deserve

Mixing Business

Coffee Delusions

Crack in the Walls

Back when it all made Sense

Karma is a...

Breaking rules is fun (and dangerous)

The Big Call

Unexpected Encounter

Things are about to change

Old Friends, New Beginnings

Jealousy, Jealousy

In the Blood

Smoking Day

Time is a Fragile Thing

King's Right Hand

Chasing Wind in the Dead of Night

Deadly Dance

Chasing Wind in the Dead of Night, pt. 2

World on Fire

I don't want to be a part of this

Grasping the Straws

Better if you Do

Lawyers, Guns and Money, pt. 1

Lawyers, Guns and Money, pt. 2

Man-Eater

Interlude

bad idea, right?

Poisonous Affair

Nelson v Murdock

running away is all I know

Guilty Crimes

Field Day

my world was falling apart

The ones we left behind

not the best lawyer, but a goddamn good criminal

Daredevil

All 'thanks' to the Devil

this might've been just a dream, right?

Another night in Hell's Kitchen

of first dates and men

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[why-do-i-breath]

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

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[takenbypeter]

heey!! can i request something with poindexter? some fluff, or it can be anything you want 😩🥺

No More Lonely Nights

Poindexter x reader

Words: 977

Number 14: "I saw something today and it made me think of you."

Authors note: thank you for requesting!! And for Poindexter nonetheless 💛

Working overtime. Most people would hate just the thought of it, but not Benjamin Poindexter. Dex welcomed overtime, or rather anything really to distract his brain from his own thoughts. The only thing he hated about overtime was the fact that it took time away from you. He despised the thought of you sitting all alone in your shared apartment, with him not to hold you as it got darker and darker into the evening. Despite you claiming it was always okay when he worked overtime, he would always feel guilty. Sometimes even afraid that one day it would become one night too many of you spending it alone and then something in you would just snap, suddenly deciding it to be better to find someone who was able to be there for those lonely nights.

Whenever he got those thoughts he’d quickly find his relaxation audio file. And along with that he’d try to remember your words the first time he had those thoughts. “Dex, for me there is nobody else, I only want you.” He’d remember how you then pinky promised him to stay with him and just like that his anxious thoughts would subside. They’d never leave, just decrease.

Tonight was just like any other night of overtime. Dex worked late and as soon as his shift was over he rushed home, it was late but most of the time you were still up.

His keys jingled into the lock and he messed with it a little, twisting the key back and forth until the lock finally turned open. “Hello…?” He whispered into the room.

But all he saw was darkness. His expression shifted for a moment as he felt a jump of fear, he let out a little breath telling himself that you probably were fine before flipping the lights on. “Love?” He questioned but only received silence in response. His eyes were drawn to the light coming from the bottom of your shared bedroom.

Without hesitation Dex’s feet head straight for the door and he twisted the knob and there you were, sleeping soundly.

You looked so comfortable curled up into the center of the bed. Dex came to the side of the bed admiring your half moon silhouette for a moment before he dropped low into a squatting position, eyes moving from your silhouette to your face. He didn’t even try to resist the smile that instantly tugged on his lips while he gawked at the way your cheek looked all squished against the sheets.

The next thing he noticed was how peaceful you looked, did he look that peaceful when he slept? He wondered for a moment before his eyes fell to your arms, or rather what lay in them.

Wrapped in your arms was the pillow that Dex typically slept on and again the guilt hit him. There you were all alone hugging a pillow to sleep, when it should’ve been him here with you. He shook his head collecting his thoughts, he didn’t know what to do. All he could do for now was get ready for bed. After preparing himself, he came back to the bed and slid his arms under you, the movement made you shuffle causing Dex to freeze mid movement, but you quickly settled back down. He moved you over and then held your arm up. Sliding the pillow out from your grip he slipped under the covers and put your arm around him and joined you in slumber.

Night went and morning came and just as quickly as morning came so did the afternoon. You were already done with your work for the day and were currently occupied with the television shows that you’ve seen multiple times when you heard the apartment door open from behind you.

Taking a quick look, your eyebrows furrowed slightly confused, “Dex! You’re here early?”

He set down his bag and began speaking from the open kitchen area, “yeah, I felt bad about leaving my girl alone all night yesterday, so I came early today.” You heard his footsteps approach and stop right behind you before he leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of your head causing a grin to spread on your face. Distracted by his small yet sweet act of kindness you missed the box that was in his hands as he walked in front of you to sit on the other end of the couch.

“Also, I saw something today and it made me think of you."

Curiosity sparked through you as you then noticed the box, “oh?” You questioned while he put it in front of you and nodded towards it with a small smile, “open it.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your hands reached towards the cardboard box lifting the top off. Inside the cardboard lay a stuffed animal. Your smile widened, revealing most of your teeth now as you held up the fluffy material.

At the sight of it you already fell in love but still the question left your mouth, “a stuffed bear?” You questioned, eyes never leaving the animal.

“Yeah. I um,” he paused, brain figuring out his next phrasing, “this is for those late nights, when I can’t make it home and you’re all alone and,” you notice his eyes cast downwards as he talks and the skin in between his brows creasing deeper, no doubt him trying to collect his thoughts. You put your palm on his hand that rested stiff on his knees.

“Dex I love it, thank you.”

Dex grins that adorable grin that you love and you lean forward giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“It’s only for when I’m not here though, when I’m here, you’re all mine,” he teases, eyebrows lifting while you let out a hearty laugh squeezing the teddy bear tight to your chest.

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Dialogue Prompts

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[idyllicbunny]

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

The Punisher ･｡ﾟ✼

𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘍𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦)

Sticks and Stones - Frank has quite the soft spot when it comes to you. Both of you oblivious to each other's feelings until a certain evening has you both realising how you both feel for each other.

Chocolate Kisses - It's Valentine's Day and what better way to spend it then to enjoy each others company with some good food and little gifts.

Something old - You’ve been waiting to have Frank to yourself but things keep getting in the way and you can’t help but act out much to Frank’s dismay.

Silk and Scissors - You happen to run into Frank and Matt while working a case. A late night catchup leads to much more than the case needed. (Coming soon)

𝘑𝘪𝘨𝘴𝘢𝘸 (𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘰)

⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆ ♡⋆⁺₊⋆

Daredevil ･｡ﾟ✼

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 (𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬)

Silk and Scissors - you happen to run into Frank and Matt while working a case. A late night catchup leads to much more than the case needed. (Coming soon)

𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺

Sweet silence - James doesn’t like it when his rules add broken especially when he’s trying to work let’s see how long it takes for you to break them (coming soon)

𝘉𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘺𝘦 (𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘗𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘳)

𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 ･｡ﾟ✼

𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯 (𝘉𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦)

𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘋𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯)

𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘰𝘰𝘥 (𝘑𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘥)

𝘙𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 (𝘛𝘪𝘮 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘦)

𝘗𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳 ･｡ﾟ✼

𝘝𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦 (𝘈𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦)

Bubbles and bumps - being friends with Adrian is always something you treasure but how long will your resolve last when you’re taking care of him after a little accident? (Coming soon)

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[darling-i-read-it]

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Matt Murdock x fem!reader, Benjamin Poindexter x reader (on the side but also main lol)

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: season 3 spoilers, violence, blood, stalking, murder, slight suggestive comments, mentions of working at a suicide hotline, brief mention of Karen’s brothers death

Author’s Note: on occasion i sit down and like lose my shit by just writing and writing and writing and this is one of the occasions. I truly had such fun with this. Matt my lovely.

Summary: What if Dex’s last hope was you and not Julie? Based during season 3.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Dex walked into your bookstore slowly, his hat on and his hands in his pockets. He couldn’t fuck this up. Fucking this up would be very very bad for him. This was his last shot to be good. Well not good, but good enough to not break the law.

You were sitting behind the counter, engrossed in a book. You were messing with your hair absentmindedly, not paying mind to the fact he had just walked into the store. Usually you would greet people but you were distracted. That was okay. It was almost pure and he liked that. Pure was good.

He browsed the shelves for a moment, catching a glimpse of you between the stacks of books. You had your finger to your mouth, breathing heavily. It was adorable. Dex pulled out a random book and walked up to the front where you were sitting. You jumped, meeting his eyes and giving him an embarrassed smile.

“Oh I didn’t even see you come in,” you said honestly. You put a bookmark in your novel and placed it aside. “Is this all?” He nodded, pulling out his wallet. He had barely looked at the book he had picked out. Both of you looked down at it now. It was a paperback romance novel. You tried to hide the smile on your face.

‘It’s a gift,” he said.

“Of course.” You looked up and studied his face for a moment, trying to remember where you recognized him from. Your gaze lingered probably a moment too long and you broke away, ringing up the book. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“I don’t think so.”

“No, I do. Dex! Benjamin Poindexter,” you said, leaning back. “You probably don’t remember me. We worked at the suicide hotline all those years ago.”

“Y/N. No, of course I remember you. Seems like forever ago.” You nodded, smiling slightly at the blast from the past. With everything going on with Matt right now you welcomed some sort of semblance of the life before him. You worked there in college, months before the two of you ever met.

“Yeah, geez. What are you up to these days Dex? Other than reading romance novels.”

“I told you that was a gift,” he said, making you laugh.

“Yeah. Why don’t we get coffee and catch up?”

“What time do you get off?”

“This is my shop, I can get off whenever I want. How about going for lunch?” He smiled, pleased. This was going well.

“I would like that. Glad we don’t have to wait till six.”

“How did you know I usually close at six? It says seven on the door.” He pushed back slightly as he handed you his card. You rang him up slowly, eyeing him.

“Wild guess. Most stores close at six this time of year right?”

“Right.” You handed him the book and grabbed the closed sign, putting it in front of the door. “Just so you know, I have a boyfriend.” He nodded.

“Understandable. I could just use a friend.” You nodded.

“Me too.”

“Matt won’t mind.” Your eyes locked with his. You hadn’t said Matt’s name. With the nature of Matt’s life, you had to be worried about people who walked into your life, especially one who knows his name.

“I didn’t say-” He gestured to the framed picture on the wall behind you. It was a picture of you and Matt that said Y/N and Matt 2015 underneath it. It had been a gift from Foggy. You breathed a soft sigh of relief.

“Let’s walk. I know a place just down the street.”

===

At lunch Dex explained to you a little bit about why he got back in contact with you. It was embarrassingly obvious that he hadn’t just stumbled into your bookstore. After getting over the initial worry, you decided to help him. You needed friends outside of Matt, Karen and Foggy. Dex and you had gotten along at the suicide hotline. You told him you had a boyfriend and he seemed to be relieved, knowing now that you didn’t think he was trying to pursue you romantically.

He sat on your couch now, holding a cup of coffee, his head on the back of the couch. You were in the kitchen, making something for dinner when he arrived.

“Well tell me about work then. It seems like the source of contention,” you called. He groaned.

“You could say that again.” He stood up, walking over to you. He leaned over the kitchen island, the cup in his hands. “They want to use me as a scapegoat,” he said. He made a goat noise which made you giggle. Making you giggle brought him more joy than he cared to admit.

“I’m not supposed to laugh at your pain, stop making it funny,” you said, mixing the pan on the stove.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You lifted the wooden spoon and put your hand under it, bringing it over to him. He tried it, humming in content. “That’s good.”

“Thank you. Would you like a bowl?”

“Are you sure I can stay?”

“Matt has been coming and going, I doubt I’ll see him for dinner tonight. I could use the company.” You started to put the soup into a bowl. “Go on about scapegoats.” ===

Your mind wandered as you walked home from the bookstore. You had been talking with Dex for a couple of days now. It seemed to be helping him. It was also nice to have someone on the outside, someone not involved with all of Matt’s messes. You were still getting used to having Matt around. You thought he was dead for months.

You opened the door to the bottom floor of your apartment and started to walk upstairs. You took out your headphones and put your hand on the doorknob of your home when a hand grabbed your arm. You jumped, turning around quickly. You were met with Matt, pulling you to his chest. You raised an eyebrow.

“Ma-”

“Sh.” You shut up and waited patiently for him to explain why the hell he had just grabbed you like you were about to fall off a cliff. Your chest was flush with his. Having him so close was still odd. You had thought about the things you would do if he ever came back from the dead and now that he was here you just wanted to never stop touching him. He didn’t have on his glasses. It was rare you saw his eyes when he wasn’t in pain or in bed. “Get behind me. Don’t come in when I do.” You did as you were told. He opened up the door and stepped inside. You caught the glimpse of men inside your apartment, seemingly painting the wall. Your eyes went wide. You hadn’t called anyone for that. You could hear the muffled voices from the other side.

“This isn’t your apartment,” one of the men said. Matt’s eyes went wide.

“Sorry.” He gestured to his eyes. “I’m blind.”

“No worries man.” He opened the door back up and shoved Matt outside, rather quickly.

“What was that?” you questioned quietly.

“Come with me.”

===

Once you got away from the apartment he finally started to talk. You walked down the street, weaving through people.

“Fisk doesn’t know about my nightly activities,” he said, turning a corner to an empty alleyway.

“Yeah. I obviously didn’t tell him.”

“I left you so you would be safe and now you’re in danger but not because I’m back.”

“What?”

“Those people were going to kill you. But not because you’re my girlfriend,” he said. You could see the cogs turning in his head. “That’s not how Fisk does it anyway. He would take you captive, use you as bait to get me. That’s why he hasn’t killed Karen or Foggy. So why are those men trying to kill you?”

“I don’t know,” you said honestly.

“Have you made any friends lately?” “Am I not allowed to have friends?”

“You know why I’m asking.” You let out an annoyed sigh.

“Yeah. I reconnected with a friend from college, Dex. But he isn’t going to kill me,” you said incredulously.

“Obviously. Where does Dex work? What’s his past?”

“What does that matter?”

“Your safety matters!” Matt said, a scowl on his face. You backed down. He was just trying to help.

“He works for the FBI,” you explained. “We met when I worked at the suicide hotline for a while, literaly a month before we met. We got along, he needed a friend.” Matt nodded softly to himself.

“You have a habit of getting in with people with awful pasts. You know anything about his?”

“I do not have a habit-”

“I’m your boyfriend. Karen is your best friend, Karen killed her brother in a car accident when she was on drugs. Again, I’m your boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes.

“Foggy owns a sub shop.”

“Foggy aside. Work with me. Please.” He grabbed your hands. You nodded slowly, shrugging.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about his past.”

“So we can’t rule it out. I’ll ask Karen to look into it.” You nodded.

“I can’t go home.”

“No you can’t.” He was silent for a moment, thinking about what to do with you. “Can you stay with Dex?” You blinked.

“Babe-”

“No I...if this is about him then someone wanted to kill you to get to him. If you’re with him they won’t hurt you.”

“Ever the genius.”

“Go. Quickly. I have to get to Karen.” He started to walk away but you grabbed his hand, pulling him back. You stared at his face in silence. “Sorry. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

===

You arrived at Dex’s not ten minutes later. You knocked on the door nervously. He came quickly, punctually. His eyes went wide when he saw you.

“Hey, what’s-”

“Can I stay here?” you asked. He was stunned for a moment. He moved aside so you could walk in, shutting the door behind you.

“What’s wrong?” You had been contemplating what to tell him for the whole walk here. Matt would tell you to lie. You figured he would be able to see right through you.

“There were some people at my apartment,” you said, looking at him nervously. “There was a hit on me.” Dex was amazed. Why? You hadn’t done anything wrong. The opposite actually. You had been helping him get his shit together. He wasn’t sure what to do if he lost you now.

Then it hit him.

“Oh fuck.” Wilson Fisk had tried to kill you to get to him. To make him vulnerable. He shook his head, walking up to you quickly. He put his hands on your upper arms. “This is my fault but I’m gonna fix it. You can stay here until I do. I’m so glad you’re okay.” You nodded slowly.

“Why is this your fault Dex? Why would they want to kill me?”

“You’re all I have,” he breathed. “I’m gonna fix this.”

===

He could be a good guy for you. He could be the guy Fisk wanted him to be to keep you safe until he could kill Fisk. If that included masquerading as Daredevil, so be it. It would keep you safe and when all this shit was over, he could rebuild himself with the routine and the structure.

“We’re doing this,” Karen said simply, walking beside you. You scoffed.

“Yeah. We are. Is this stupid?”

“I don’t think any of Matt’s ideas have been smart.” You slid through the newspaper office with her, Jasper Evans behind the two of you. You would get Jasper to talk to the press and then get him to testify against Fisk. This was the start of the end, you convinced yourself.

You sat down with Karen, Jasper and Karen’s boss. Foggy was standing beside you, along with some other lawyers and journalists.

You breathed evenly as the conversation started. You were staring at the wall as the power went out. You all stood up, looking around.

That was when you saw Matt. Or rather, Daredevil. It was the red Daredevil suit. You didn’t know where Matt got it back but you were relieved to see him. That meant you were safe, nothing could get you here.

Then you saw actual Matt emerge from the shadows. You gasped.

“Who is that?” you hissed at Karen. She shook her head, astounded. She blocked Jasper with her body.

“I have no idea,” she responded shakily.

Matt was taking too bad a beating. The fight was with someone that was an expert. You fumbled for a weapon as the fake Daredevil knocked Matt on the ground. He started to make his way to the office room you were in. He shot one of the lawyers, knocked Foggy over the head. You gasped, fumbling backwards.

“No, no, no,” Karen mumbled, realizing the gravity of this situation. He turned the gun to you, the next in the room. You saw him about to squeeze the trigger then stop. He paused. You shook.

“Y/N?” he whispered. Did you know him? The mask hid his face. You thought he was Matt a few minutes ago but he was definitely not Matt now. “Step aside.”

“I can’t do that,” you said, shakily.

He shook his head. He hit you over the head and you crumbled to the ground.

===

You woke up only five minutes later. You saw a black mask above you and almost started to cry.

“Matty,” you breathed, barely audibly. “You’re okay.” He nodded.

“So are you.” He helped you up.

“You need to get out of here,” Karen said. You nodded with her as you stood, rubbing your head where you had been hit.

“Go,” you said. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be at Dex’s later.”

===

You walked to Dex’s, shaking in the cold. Everything had gone so wrong. You opened the front door with your key and tossed your bag on the ground. Dex came out of the bedroom quickly.

“Where have you been?” he asked, rushing up to you.

“The Bulletin. Someone attacked the Bulletin.”

“Yeah Daredevil. It’s all over the news.” You shook your head.

“It wasn’t Daredevil,” you said sturtly. “He hit me over the head. I’m tired.” You almost collapsed in his arms but he caught you. He put his hand up to your head and gently touched where it hurt. You winced.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Matt might come later,” you breathed.

“I can take care of you.”

“I know. I want…” You rubbed your eyes. “Dex, my head hurts.”

“I know baby it’s okay.” He led you to the bathroom and hoisted you up on the counter. He enjoyed the pain. He enjoyed inflicting pain on others. It was something he had done since he was a kid. But if he could feel guilt he was feeling it now.

Your vision started to clear. You saw a cut on his lip.

“Did you get hurt?” you asked. He shook his head.

“Shaving,” he explained. “I was distracted.” You put your finger on his cut, too tired to rationalize.

“Be careful.”

“You too. Don’t go getting yourself into fights.”

“I didn’t. He was fighting. I was there.”

“I know but you shouldn’t try to stand up. Just let him go.”

“How did you know I stood up?”

“Because I know you.” He put a bag of ice on your head. There was a knock on the door.

“Matt,” you breathed. You tried to get off the counter. He shook his head.

“I’ll get it.” He walked over to the door and opened it.

Matt had a cut on his eye and a bad forming bruise on his cheek. Dex straightened his back.

“Is Y/N here?” The second he finished the sentence, he smelled it. The suit. It was in this apartment. He raised his chin. The silence gave Dex away. Matt knew that Dex knew.

You came walking behind Dex and threw your arms around Matt. He held you close, grappling with the situation. How would he get out of this? More importantly, how would he get you out of this? Dex wasn’t going to hurt you. Matt could literally use you as a shield and he was confident Dex wouldn’t kill you.

But Dex had hurt you earlier.

“We need to leave,” Matt whispered in your ear.

“Huh?”

“Thanks Dex for giving her a place to stay but my apartment just got cleared up,” Matt said, holding you stiffly by his side. Dex set his jaw.

“Maybe she should stay here. Looks like you got beat pretty bad.”

“Some assholes taking advantage of a blind guy,” Matt stated simply, shrugging. “It happens. That’s why I need her with me.”

“Well she’s been helping me too, I don’t think I can part with her now.” You looked between the two of them, so confused. Matt was being too apprehensive all of the sudden. The only way that could happen was if he figured something out here and now. Then it hit you. Dex was the fake Daredevil. Your eyes went wide with betrayal.

“Dex?” you breathed.

“I can explain,” he said. “To you. Not to him.” “Matt’s my boyfriend!”

“He can’t protect you. I can.” You shook your head, Matt’s grip on you only getting stronger.

“Dex why?” you asked. “You were doing so good!”

“I did it to protect you,” he said. “From Daredevil and from Fisk.”

“She doesn’t need protection from Daredevil,” Matt said.

“But she does from Fisk. As long as I’m important to Fisk and she’s important to me, she’s safe.”

“Clearly not. They tried to have her killed,” Matt said sturtly. “She’s not staying here anymore.”

“Please.” Dex walked forward and grabbed your hand. He pulled you out of Matt’s grasp and to him. “I need you. I’ll lose it without you. Stay with me.” You shook your head gently.

“Dex, it’s Matt, I can’t leave Matt.”

“Yes you can!” There was a beat of silence. “I’ll get rid of him for you. Then you can stay with me.” Matt started to walk toward him but you stopped him with a hand to his chest. You turned fully to Dex. You put your hands on his cheeks.

“Breath.” He stared into your eyes. “You don’t need Fisk.”

“If I don’t stay with Fisk you die.”

“No,” you said gently, shaking your head. “I have you to protect me.” He put his head against your forehead aggressively, breathing in counts of four. You rubbed his upper shoulders. Then Matt knocked him out by hitting him over the head with a cookbook that was on the kitchen table. He crumpled to the ground. “Oh!” You kneeled beside him.

“He’s fine,” Matt said. “Get up, we have to go.”

“I can’t leave him. Fisk’ll kill him.”

“Let him die.”

“Matthew.” You stood up. “He’s vulnerable. He needs the help.”

“No he doesn’t. He tried to kill me today. He tarnished Daredevil, he almost killed Karen and Foggy.”

“He doesn’t have anyone!” Matt grabbed your arm tightly.

“If you stay you will die.”

“You think you’re any safer?”

“What do you want me to do?!” he yelled.

“Let me help him! If we turn him then we could get in with Fisk, have someone on the inside.”

“Yeah and then I lose you. To death or to Dex.” You scoffed, shaking your head.

“Do you remember in college when you wouldn’t ask me out because you thought I liked Foggy? This is like that.”

“Yeah, Foggy never tried to kill me!” You shook your head. You walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a notepad and pen. “What are you doing?”

“Giving him the option. If he wants to help us, he meets me at the park tomorrow. If he doesn’t want to help us, I’m gone.” You scribbled it down and put it on his chest. You rubbed his hair back and walked to the bathroom. You grabbed the ice and put it on his head for a moment, putting a bottle of meds, the cassette you had made him and water beside him, next to the notepad.

“You’re an angel,” Matt muttered, almost like he hated it.

“No,” you said, standing back up. “I’m just as bad as the devil of hell's kitchen. Almost like I’m a part of him.”

“Almost like he’s been inside you.” You snorted.

“Matt.”

“We’re going to a church.”

“I have no idea where your morals lay right now.”

“It’s the only safe place I can think of for you to go right now. Come on, we don’t have much time.”

===

Maggie brushed your hair gently.

“So you’re the infamous Y/N?” she asked gently. Her presence was nice. Matt was showering so it was just the two of you. “Matt’s talked almost exclusively of you.” You smiled.

“He has a one track mind.”

“You don’t have to tell me that.” You turned to her, fiddling with your fingers.

“Thank you for letting me stay here.”

“Of course. It’s a safe haven for you and Matthew.” You nodded gently as Matt came into the room, rubbing his hair with a towel.

“Thanks for watching her Sister, I’ll take her now.” Maggie got up off the bed and put her hand on Matt’s arm.

“Be nice.” She walked up the stairs. You sat silently.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “About all of this?” He chuckled.

“You’re sorry?” He sat down beside you. You brushed your fingers over the side of his face, moving back past his ear. “You wouldn't be in this situation if it weren’t for me.” “Yeah, if it weren’t for you I would be on Fisk’s side regardless. I wouldn’t know any of this,” you said.

“You think he’s gonna come tomorrow?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered. “I hope he does. He’s tried so hard to be decent. He can’t help how he was born.” Matt nodded, putting his hand on your knee.

“You sure you don’t wanna sleep with him?”

“Positive.” You put your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his waist. He lifted your legs up on his lap. You traced his new bruise on his cheek lightly. “This is gonna get really dirty.”

“As opposed to how squeaky clean it is now?” You put your head on his. He traced your features.

“You should sleep. You took quite a beating today.”

“No need to rub it in.”

“I’m not. I’m just stating the facts.” You kissed his neck gently. “I can’t lose you again.”

“And I can’t lose you again either. So we’ll just have to stay together.” You nodded.

“Good plan.”

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[thequeenofuselessinformation]

Damn girl, are you the internet? Cause imma monitor that ass all day

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[amberlynnmurdock]

I Want You

Pairing: Ben Poindexter "Dex" x Reader

Summary: Dex comes home from a late shift at the FBI to find you sleeping on his side of the bed.

Genre: 18+ CONTENT. SMUT. This is literally pure smut lol. Read with caution and also wrap it before you tap it, this is FICTION lol.

A/N: IDK where this smut came from but this might be the dirtiest I've written LOL. Might be slightly out of character, but I imagine any "light-hearted" Dex I write is before the events of Season 3. There's also MILD angst and MILD fluff if you squint, but LOTS of smut LOL. Enjoy my Dex lovers, so glad I've found you all <3 also this is barely edited I literally just knocked this out

Words: 1.8k

Dex is working late tonight—later than usual. Later than he’d like to, knowing you were alone at his apartment, waiting for his arrival. He hoped tonight would’ve been an early night but as expected, to his dismay, the SWAT unit was called in for a job and there was no chance Dex would be able to get home to you before you fell asleep.

I’m sorry he texted you, the heavy feeling he always got when he knew he would be disappointing you They need us tonight. 

It’s okay you replied, and Dex read it in your sing-song voice I’ll be here waiting. Wake me up for a kiss.

Dex’s mouth twitched in a smile as the elevator lifted him to his floor, where you were most definitely lying in his bed already, making a mess of his fitted sheets. The only clutter he allowed in his life was the mess made by you. He leaned against the wall of the elevator and sighed; he wouldn’t let his exhaustion get in the way of making sure he gave you a kiss goodnight. 

His shoulders were sore from the job tonight, aches and pains all over his back. His bed was practically calling his name and you, the keeper of his comfort. When the elevator dinged, he sauntered to his apartment door and quietly opened it so as to not make any sound. He didn’t want the door opening to wake you—he wanted his lips to take care of that. 

Dex places his keys carefully on the hook and shrugs his denim sherpa jacket off. He opens the door to his bedroom quietly and sighs in contentment as he sees you sleeping soundly. He rarely got good sleep, so it was satisfying to see you deeply in it. It helped him most of the time. 

Not wanting to get in bed without cleaning himself of the night’s job, he stalks to the bathroom and shuts the door before turning the light on so it won’t wake you. After a five-minute hot shower and brushing his teeth, Dex throws on a thin white shirt and boxers and then opens the door again to find you sleeping soundly still. 

He stays in the doorway, watching you sleep. He often did this for peace of mind. When his thoughts got too loud and he began to feel himself spiral, just your presence alone was enough to bring him down. Help him sleep. You always did. Your hair was sprawled on his pillow—you were sleeping on his side, as you always did when he came home late—and you held the covers close to your chest. You looked perfect. He almost didn’t want to wake you up and ruin this image of you, but he had to do what you requested. 

Dex sits in the crook of space you left as you’re sleeping in a fetal position, legs close to your chest. The bed dips a little when he sits and he gently runs his fingers over the side of your face, caressing your skin carefully. It only takes him four times of doing this until you stir in your sleep. 

“Dex,” your eyelids are heavy but you force them to open to see Dex’s soft expression looking down at you, a smile on his face. “You’re home.”

“I am,” Dex whispered. “You wanted me to wake you.”

“I know,” you reach up lazily and cup his cheek in the palm of your hand, thumb grazing just below his bottom lid. “Kiss me.”

Dex’s eyes are half closed as he leans down to meet your lips. When your lips finally touch, his eyes close, and the kiss consumes every fiber of his being. The noise that constantly buzzed in his head, for a moment, was silenced by your soft lips. His attention was drawn to your fingers twirling in his dirty blonde locks as you pulled him even closer. Dex opens his mouth and dashes his tongue on your bottom lip, a way to ask you to let him in. You open your mouth in return and let his tongue glide against yours as you breathe in his fresh scent. 

“Come here,” you pull back and push the sheets off you for Dex to join. 

“This is my side,” he jokes as he slides underneath, brings the covers over the both of you again and hovers his entire body over you. “Give it back.”

“Take it back,” you smirk, your haze of sleepiness fading as the weight of Dex on top of you energizes you. He’s just taken a shower—you can tell by the way his thin white shirt clings onto his hot, soft damp skin. His shirt is so thin you want to rip it apart to feel his warmth on yours. You just might by the way you’re gripping his collar. 

Dex laughs, understanding your nudge. He pulls his shirt from the back and off him. It’s only then he realizes you’re already ahead of the game and completely naked in his bed. 

“__…�� your name falls from his lips as he feels your soft skin pressed into his bed. Dex runs his hands from your neck to your collarbone and stops there to kiss you between the crook of your shoulder. He leaves a trail of kisses along the length of your neck before kissing your lips again. If there’s anything he’s good at, it’s knowing exactly where to kiss you. 

“Dex,” you sigh into his kisses and close your eyes. You find his strong hands and guide them to where you need to be touched most. You place the palms of his hands over your breasts and Dex gently kneads them as he pulls back from kissing you. It was a wonder how something so beautiful he was allowed to touch. 

But something shifts in his demeanor. Something he knows you like. Without fail he kicks your legs apart so he’s fully over you now, pressing his hard cock between your legs. You take a shaky breath, feeling your arousal grow so much you need him sooner than later. You look up at Dex and he’s already staring down at you. 

His eyes are as dark as the room but you can’t ignore the intense gaze he gives you—so intense you felt like he was pulling your soul out of your body and claiming it his. In a way, he already had it. You were all his. You swallow hard, never getting used to the way he looks at you like that, and reach up to grab him by his jaw to kiss you. Dex sucks on your lips and holds you by your waist. You find the band of his boxers and push them off.

“You want me?” That little voice of doubt Dex just can’t ignore comes through in this intimate moment, and he wants to kick himself for asking it. He asks as his lips trace the skin of your neck anyway, pausing to anticipate your reaction. You affirm him, like you always do. 

“I want you, Dex,” you breathe, and Dex sighs in relief. He pulls back, a much softer gaze on you, but his eyes still so dark. “I love you.”

It’s those three words he pretends not to hear—pretends like they couldn’t save his life. But they do, they always do. And he’s brought back down to reality as he gently pushes your legs further. His cock is throbbing between his legs now but he won’t give either of you the sweet relief you need—not before he teases you just a bit. 

Dex trails his fingers down your stomach and circles your clit gently with his thumb, watching your face for your reaction to his touch. Where do you like it? How does his thumb make you feel? A beautiful expression softly etches on your face that tells him you like what he’s doing. You want more. 

Dex slides two fingers inside your warm wetness and it takes everything in him to bite back a moan. He clenches his jaw as he slowly pushes in and out with his fingers in your pussy, going deeper and deeper with each stroke. He curls his fingers to hit the spot you so desperately need to be touched. Goosebumps raise on his skin as he watches your face contort with pleasure. 

“Dex,” you demand his name. “I want you.” 

Dex slides his fingers out your pussy and cups the back of your neck with his hand to kiss you slowly—he needed this as much as you did. And without warning, Dex lines his cock with your warm pussy and slowly pushes himself inside you.

“Fuck,” you moan softly in his ear as his length stretches your tight pussy. Dex takes a deep breath as he settles inside you, caressing your neck and pushing even deeper. And then he starts to move slowly, pulling all the way out before harshly pushing back in. The bed begins to rock with every thrust he makes, every grunt he suppresses, and every moan you let out. You spread and wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him even deeper, feeling the tip of his cock touch your sweet spot inside. You’re completely soaking all over his hard cock, surely getting the bed wet. Dex had a way of fucking you so good it was hard to think of how to return the favor, but he loved to please you like this, he loved to be in charge of your pleasure. Dex pounds his cock into you slowly, feeling your tightness and wetness all over him, he focuses on your breathing to know when you’re about to come. 

“__,” he whispers your name. “Say you want me.”

“I want you,” you whisper breathlessly, feeling yourself come all over his cock, the sounds of sex filling the space between you. 

“Keep saying it,” Dex’s voice is hardly above a whisper as he feels himself almost come undone. His pushes his cock all the way inside you, earning a moan slip from your lips. 

“I want you, Dex,” you say breathlessly, squeezing your pussy on his cock. “I want you. I want you. I want—“

Dex shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw as his final thrust coats your soft and warm pussy, filling you with his cum. He continues his pounding slowly with each last pump of cum he spills inside you and holds you close to his chest to keep you from shaking. 

“It’s okay,” your chest is heaving, and your entire body is shaking. “I’m okay.”

Dex completely pulls out of you, and you feel the space he’s left—empty. Dex looks at you with concern, his heart pounding against his chest. “Are you sure?” 

“Yes, Dex,” you smile, pushing a sweaty strand of his hair back. “I’m more than okay.” 

“Okay,” Dex nods, catching his breath finally. 

When Dex gets up to fetch a towel from the bathroom, you wrap yourself in his sheets and claim his side of the bed as your own. When Dex comes back, he smiles to himself. He crawls into bed—into your side—and wraps his strong arms around you. He watches you fall asleep again and only lets himself nod off when he can’t fight sleep anymore. 

#ben poindexter #benjamin poindexter #dex #ben poindexter x reader #benjamin poindexter x reader #bullseye #bullseye x reader #wilson bethel #wilson bethel x reader #daredevil #daredevil born again #bullseye smut #ben poindexter smut #benjamin poindexter smut

[prince-septimus]

okay but imagine dex with fisk!daughter reader??? the tension would just be 🥵🥵🥵🥵

the daughter of a crime lord + the man in his pocket = a match made in heaven

"Fuck you, Dex."

"You wish, sweetheart."

The man named Fisk looks on at the pair — the agent he manipulated and now has under his thumb, and the daughter he had managed to paint in his image. The thought of the two of you forming an attachment doesn't escape him, but it makes him regret ever introducing the two of you.

Maybe he should've chose a less attractive agent, one that wouldn't pick at you in order to keep your attention, but Poindexter was too good to pass up. Easy to bend to his will, and willing to please.

He just hoped this wouldn't come back to bite him.

"You're really going to let him talk to me like that?" you ask, turning your attention to your father. There's a scowl on your face, and you look all too much like your mother in that moment.

Fisk bites back that remark.

"We're both adults, I don't see why it should concern him," Dex laughs, and though Fisk wishes the two of you would just leave each other alone, he agrees.

"He's right, dear." You groan at your father. "The two of you need to handle this like adults. You're old enough to handle your own situations."

"And yet you won't let me get more involved than paperwork?"

Fisk hated this argument.

"I let you have Wesley's position—"

"Wesley did more than paperwork!"

"And you will do no more than I tell you," Fisk's voice booms, and even Dex takes a step back.

Fisk wouldn't deny it — you were dangerous. You had been trained by him yourself, and he knew you could handle your own. You were tough, and smart, and would one day take over the business after he was gone, but until then, he would do everything he could to protect you.

You go to open your mouth, not afraid to step up to your father after spending your entire life with him, but your phone goes off on the couch before you're able.

Neither Fisk nor Dex can see the screen to decipher who it is, but the way your face loses its color warns them that it might be one of your many exes — the ones that were still alive at least.

You snatch your phone from its seat and make for the doors, but Dex's hand reaches out for you.

Fisk watches with curiosity at the way you grab Dex's shoulder and give it a reassuring squeeze. It's a sign of affection, and he wonders how attached the two of you already are.

He won't stop it, he knows that. Not now, at least. He wants you to be happy, but he won't let it spoil the plans he has for the two of you.

"I've got some errands to run," you announce, removing your hand from Dex's shoulder as you press answer on your phone. "I'll be back later."

You wait until the door is shut to speak into your phone, quiet enough that they won't be able to hear you. "You're not supposed to call me — I call you."

"It's important."

"Nothing is important enough to possibly expose me to my father, Matthew." You glance around the hall as you walk, careful to turn your head away from the cameras so nobody can possibly figure out who you're speaking to.

You'd be dead if anyone found out.

Matthew Murdock chuckles into the phone, and the scowl returns to your face. Hopefully anyone looking at the cameras right now will think exactly what your father always thought, that you were talking to some ex that left you scorned.

"Your boyfriend is running around my city dressed in my suit, and you don't think that's important?"

You almost stop in your tracks, but you keep your pace steady and make it to the elevator. "It's my city too, and he's not my boyfriend."

"You sure act like he is," Matt replies. "Meet me at our usual place."

You hang up without saying goodbye.

#lets play a game called will they wont they #are they or arent they hehe #giving me bodyguard au vibes tbh #dex x reader #benjamin poindexter x reader #benjamin poindexter imagine #benjamin poindexter #daredevil #daredevil imagine #hehe i kinda love this pairing

[ser-rctslcyer]

Missed You || Dex

Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x Gender neutral reader

Summary: Dex misses you, badly

Warning: Nightmares, Anxiety Attacks, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1281

A/N: this was written in 2018 and I’m glad I didn’t post it then because let me tell you how much editing I’ve had to do

Dex laid on the bed, wallowing in loneliness. His music plays loudly through his headphones, giving him some comfort. He missed you, You had been gone for three days for a business trip but he felt like it had been weeks.

The first day after you left it had felt like a piece of him had also left. He closed his eyes, imagining your perfect smiling face, holding out your arms for him; ready to hug him and hold him close. 

A feeling of comfort. 

That’s what you brought him. He opened his eyes to only be met with the same white ceiling with a dark brown fan rotating over and over again. He sighed, turning to grab the pillow on the left side of the bed. He rolled over, placing it down and resting his head on top of it. He pulled the pillow closer, snuggling it closer to his face, He took a deep breath.

‘It smells like them,’ he thought, closing his eyes and taking another deep breath. 

He had missed you terribly.

He hadn’t slept much after you left, the nightmares had plagued him all too often for him to rest. It was usually like this, whenever you were gone. After spending one night with you, he never wanted to spend another one alone. You were his anchor.

You were the only person to have broken his rough and reserved shell. You were the one who had finally seen the real good parts of him. His cautious exterior had been broken by the sweets and kindest person he had ever met. One he was glad to call his lover. He had never felt so much of this kindness and been met with such care by anyone. He was usually met with odd looks or he’d get ignored. He had gone unnoticed for so long, he wasn’t used to all this affection. It was all so suffocating.

Yet he had never felt so alive.

He opened his eyes sluggishly looking outside of the window. A bright afternoon day and Dex had felt more tired than ever. He blinked once and then twice before his eyes fell shut again. His breathing began to steady as his tight grip on the pillow began to slip away and he fell asleep.

___

He saw you.

Arms wide open.

You’re laughing.

You smile.

Your eyes are shining with so much love. 

He feels so adored he can’t help but smile, staring at your glory.

You were his light.

His home.

His one and only.

‘Dex.’ the way you spoke his name pulled deeply in his heart. 

He stilled, realizing that he had seen this all before.

He felt his heart drop the moment he saw himself walk into frame. Dressed in the devil’s suit, he stopped to face himself; a crooked grin stretching from under the mask.

He was a spectator within his own mind.

He wanted to scream and shout as he watched himself approach you. He wanted to tell you to run, to get away from him. Yet his voice fell deaf upon your ears. His eyes began to swell with tears as he watched ‘Daredevil’ pull out the gun, pointing it directly at your face. Everything inside of him was tense; he felt like he was drowning. 

He mustered every last bit of his heart into one final scream. 

A warning for you to move. 

The bang was ghastly.

He cried as he watched the bullet wound in the middle of your forehead leak blood. Your smile faded and blood seeped out of your lips. Dex began sobbing as he watched your body hit the ground. His body went frigid, his heart and mind in utter disarray. He dropped to his knees, screaming and bawling harder; footsteps approaching ever so silently. They stopped right before him.

He looked up teary eyed as he watched Daredevil take off his mask, his own self smiling sadistically down at him.

‘This is what will happen to them. And it will be on you.’ he pointed at himself.

‘Shoot me! Please fucking kill me!’ he demanded to himself. His other self turned around but before leaving dropped the devil mask.

‘Do it! Do it you coward!’ he screamed but he was already long gone. He screamed, punching the ground for a moment before his eyes fell back on your corpse.

He killed you. 

He killed his own heart.

___

Dex shot up quickly, his eyes red from crying in his sleep. He panted , sweaty from the dream. He noticed the room was a lot darker, the bright street lamps of Hell’s Kitchen illuminated the street. His breathing began to quicken and he pressed his palms to his cheeks, shielding his eyes. He laid back over on his side and began to sob. He cried loudly, curling himself back into a ball.

“I don’t deserve them. I don’t deserve them.” he repeated those words as if they were a prayer.

“Dex?” he sat up, to see you standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom. Your suitcase was by your side and you still had your winter coat on; clearly you had just gotten back.

“Is it really you?” he felt unsure of what was real anymore, if this was still a part of that godforsaken nightmare. 

“Oh sweetheart.” you ran towards him and wrapped him in a big hug. 

“I’m here, sweetheart. Dex, I’m here.” you repeated, nuzzling your head against his. His whole body shuddered at the warmth of you. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer to him. His lips quivered and he couldn’t control himself as he let out another sob.

‘They’re warm. They’re alive’ he hugged you tighter, crying harder.

Minutes flew by and you both stayed there holding each other, like your lives depended on it. Dex had felt some comfort return to him as he listened to your heartbeat. You were here, in the flesh and nothing could take that away from him. No one would take you away from him.

You pulled away from him; startling him, he reached out, quickly grabbing your arm. 

“It’s alright, Dex. I just wanted to take off my jacket and shoes so we can cuddle.” he nodded, his hand retracting away but he didn’t move from the edge of the bed. You peeled off your coat and kicked off your shoes, tossing them by your suitcase. You gently grabbed his hands.

“Let’s get comfortable, ok?” he shook his head and you grabbed the pillow. You guided him to the top of the bed, he got under first, lying down on the right side of the bed. You set the pillow down and joined him under the covers. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling yourself closer to him.

“Was it the same nightmare again?” you spoke quietly, getting your answer from the way he stiffened under your arms.

“Yes.” his voice sounded wrecked from all the crying.

“Dex.” his ears twitched but he didn’t respond.

“Dex, face me.” there was a cold silence.

“Please sweetheart.” he hesitated for a moment before rolling around to face you.

You cupped his face with your right hand, softly moving your thumb over his cheek. You smiled lovingly and pressed your forehead to his. 

Warmth.

He felt the warmth radiate from your body; he closed his eyes.

“I missed you.” the anguish in his voice pulled at your heart. You pulled away and kissed his forehead before rubbing circles on his back, hugging him closer to you. 

“I know sweetheart but I am here now.” you felt the tension start to drip away from his body.

“Your Northstar is here.”

#rct fic #benjamin poindexter #benjamin poindexter x reader #daredevil #daredevil dex

[fonteyn]

NSFW Headcanons for Dex aka Bullseye

A/N: i miss him okay? i just really fucking miss him, so i’m taking one for the team and writing this.

Word count: 1.9K

Rating: NSFW.

Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x Female!Reader

MASTERLIST

At first, he’s SUPER careful in the bedroom.

He caresses your face, smooths your skin all over, he holds you carefully as if he's afraid his harshness will scare you.

He’s terrified of doing anything that might end up with him losing you but also he’s just SO IN LOVE with you that if he were to ever hurt you, he would never forgive himself.

So he keeps the romance alive in your relationship, taking you on dates, walking you home with a hand on the small of your back, his guard up at all times, so very aware of his surroundings, sharp to any sudden movements in case anyone dared to try to hurt you.

And when you get home he closes the door and as you barely reach the bedroom, he’s already behind you, hands on your hips, kissing and rubbing his stubble against your neck.

He likes making love to you pressing soft kisses all over your body, hearing your satisfied sighs, how whenever he reaches a certain spot on your inner thigh your breath catches on your throat and he grins at how much of a disheveled mess you are.

That’s when he starts to struggle, because it’s usually there that you start getting real loud, not that it doesn’t turn him on (it most certainly does) but that sort of thing awakens in him the need to pull your hair and fuck you hard enough until his name is all you can scream. 

He tries to stay in control. 

He REALLY tries.

But what he hadn’t considered was just how much you WANTED him to do all those things to you.

You’re aware of how careful he is with you and trust him more than anyone in the world, which is why you decide to take the lead and hopefully he’ll get more comfortable on taking things further.

You start scratching his abs, letting your nails run through those carefully sculpted muscles every time you find yourself with him in close enough range.

You do it in the morning, when he’s making breakfast, coming up behind him to kiss his cheek only to put a hand under his shirt and slowly and carefully, scratch him.  

He doesn’t want you to notice but that shit makes him HARD.

With little success in your first attempts, you take it upon yourself to help him realize that you're not a porcelain doll and sure as hell won't break if he's rougher.

On your anniversary he takes you to a fancy restaurant, a welcome break from movie marathons and takeout nights, he wines and dines you like a fucking prince. The way he smiles at you after you propose a toast, makes you want to forget about everything and simply rip his clothes off there and then, crawling on his lap and riding the shit out of him.

And though that sounds amazing, you try to hold off because you already have something planned.

Halfway during the meal you bring yourself closer to him, letting your hands wander. First you touch and smooth his hands, the palms and the back,  soon letting your fingers cruise over the veins on his forearms, admiring the work of art that those things could do. 

You always marveled at his abilities, something he very proudly showed off to you anytime he could, once at a shooting range, once by winning all the prizes at a carnival and another at a friendly baseball match with your coworkers that turned into two hours of Dex kicking everyone’s ass at the game (not that you minded at all).

Dex was all about precision, harsh angles, always poised and composed on everything he did. Well, everything except you. 

When it came to you he was soft, a little dorky even, sometimes whenever you were doing something as mundane as washing the dishes you caught him staring at you. Staring at you as if he genuinely thought you had hung the stars in the sky, as if he couldn’t believe that you were with him, together. You were his home, his north star.

Your hands come up to smooth his bicep, squeezing it slightly as you lean your head against his shoulder. You feel him shift on his chair and he drops a kiss to the top of your hair. Holy shit, you were so in love with this man.

You notice how his breath hitches in his throat when your hands start wandering further, disguised under the table. First on his knee, than on his thigh and soon enough right up near his crotch. 

Just when you’re about to touch his on his most sensitive area you feel him grabbing your hand harshly. You look up him and see how his pupils have grown dark with desire. 

He smiles at you, seemingly innocent in the middle of the crowded restaurant, but you can feel one of his hands sliding across your back, all the way down to your ass, gripping it with force, bringing you even closer to him.

His face remains with an unfazed look, as he leans down and whispers in your ear: “Honey, are you gonna stop or do I have to teach you some manners, huh? Want me to bend you down on this table and fuck you in front of all these nice people?”

To which all you can do is bite you lip and answer by giving him a full kiss on the lips, long enough to tell him that you were ready for dessert. 

He asks for the check and all the way home he keeps his calm, to any outsider he is ever the gentleman, opening doors for you and guiding you with a hand on the small of your back, but you can feel how the closer you get to your apartment, the tighter his grip on you becomes. 

When you get your keys to open the door, he presses himself on you and you can feel just how painfully hard he is, he moves your hair to the side, allowing him to freely run his lips over the sensitive skin on your neck all the way down to your sweet spot, trailing his index and middle fingers from one shoulder to the dip in the center and then down your sides, to your waist and with a bruising grip on your hips. 

At this point you start to get overwhelmed, almost to the point where your knees buckle.

It feels like forever until you finally are able to get into the apartment and soon enough he has you pinned to the wall, a knee coming in between your legs to keep you from being able to rub them together attempting to releave some of the tension.

“You wanna be a fucking tease, babe? You wanna make me hard in front of all those people? Well, don’t think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing lately, getting me all riled up with that pretty little face, scratching me, making me horny right before I go to work? I had to beat one in the bathroom at HQ last week after you sent me those dirty pictures. You’re being a bad girl, honey...I think you need to learn a lesson or two.”

You swore you could’ve combusted right there and then but all you could do was whine when he pressed himself harder against your heat and got a fist full of your hair, making you jerk your head back against the wall, hitting it. 

He paused and took a step back, his powerful frame hovering around you, you itched to feel his touch again.

“Take off your clothes”, he demanded, “Now.”

And so, you did. Carefully removing every single one of the items you were wearing, standing bare in front of him, all of this making you wetter than you ever been before.

He steps forward, grabbing your hair again, and forces you to sink down to your knees. 

“I think I deserve a reward for controlling myself around you, wouldn’t you agree, sweetheart?”

All you can do is nod to his words and lick your lips while he fumbles with his belt and pushes his pants along with his boxers down his legs, freeing himself to you. 

With that view, you can’t help yourself to do anything other than to go to town on his dick, you start by slowly licking strips around him, getting him all wet and start pumping him with one hand while the other starts playing with his balls. That alone brings out a strangled noise from his throat which he had never before allowed himself to make. You almost smile at how well this is turning out. 

You feel him twitching as you take him fully into your mouth. He soon starts to completely lose any remnant of composure as he starts fucking your mouth and you hungrily take him deeper and deeper. 

You can tell he’s about to cum because he rips you away from him and pulls you back on your feet, turning you around and once more throwing you against the wall, only this time your hands are up, using the surface as support.

You almost dissolve into pleasure as his hands caress your ass softly, his index finger spreading your wetness further. 

“You’re fucking soaking, sweetheart. All of this just from sucking my dick? You’re lucky I’m in a charitable mood, or else I’d make you beg for me to fuck you. Is that what you want? Want to beg for my dick?”

He doesn’t wait for answer, simply sliding in and burying himself on your pussy. He slams himself in you, setting a grueling pace, grabbing you so hard that you’re sure he might leave bruises. Every once in a while he slaps your ass hard, making you arch your back against him. 

He grunts, and looks for somewhere to anchor himself as his orgasm approaches, sneaking one hand up to pinch your nipples.

Your hand then guides his own to wrap it around your throat.

The feeling of his fingers wrapped around your throat is enough to send him over the edge, and he shoots cum inside you for what I feels like forever, moaning your name out loud.

He then turns you back around and kisses you, slowly coming down from his high, and before you know he’s grabbing the back of your thighs, wrapping your legs around him and carrying you to bed.

After that things are never the same. 

Turns out he most DEFINITELY enjoyed the rougher sex.

Slowly but surely he becomes more daring, asking you to try different things.

Soon you start experimenting with cuffs, bondage, anal plugs and anything and everything that comes to mind. 

He gets off not only because of the arousal of it all but also because you trust him enough to let him do all those things to you. 

And if there's something he's addicted to is you. 

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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.

*** 

"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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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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