#benjamin poindexter imagines

[marvelgaynesstothemax]

Ok, but I can’t even express the giddy feeling that surges through me whenever I think about this:

Just imagine… During season 3 of Daredevil, Frank is passing through Hell’s Kitchen and comes across Pointdexter pretending to be Daredevil and killing civilians. He immediately knows that it isn’t his Red based completely on the way he’s moving. Frank meets him on a roof, catching him by surprise when Pointdexter has literally nothing to throw (he analyzed his fighting technique) and catches him totally off guard.

But Pointdexter plays it cool and does a similar spiel to what he said to Karen, something like: “Hey Punisher, long time no see.” since he did his research on who Matt had come across in his time as Daredevil.

But since he’s so cocky he didn’t really read into who Frank was, just knew that Matt came across him during his time as Daredevil. And you just know Frank is internally pissed, just staring at this man with a stone cold expression on his face because like “No way this bitch is serious rn, this guy acts literally nothing like Red...”

They fight of course.

Frank still has the weight advantage though because Pointdexter has a similar build to Matt, easily pinning him to: Surprise! surprise! The chimney he chained Matt to during season 2!

Frank has said nothing throughout the entire fight up until this point.

So, Leaning in and whispering in that deep, dark, gravelly hiss of his Frank just goes “You ain’t him, who the fuck are you?” And the color drains from Pointdexter face because he suddenly realizes not only does Frank know he isn’t Matt, but he has the power to actually do something about it…

When Frank asks him who put him up to this, he refrains from telling, but being the intelligent person he is, Frank quickly pieces together that it must be Fisk.

When Frank draws this conclusion, he grins this feral looking grin and scoffs out a hysterical sounding huff of a laugh that sends chills down Pointdexter’s spine, coming nearly nose to nose with the copycat and saying in an even more dangerous sounding tone: “You tell Fisk… I’m making good on our promise.” All with the scary ass grin on his face, like he looks actually insane with how much his face contrasts with his tone.

You know exactly which promise I’m talking about.

When Fisk finds out that Pointdexter got The Punisher on his tail, well… You can imagine the fear driven temper tantrum that soon followed.

[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

[amberlynnmurdock]

All Mine

Pairing: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Reader

Summary: Dex initially declines going out with you and your friends, but when he starts thinking of scenarios of men trying to flirt with you, he somehow finds himself in the bar to make sure that doesn't happen.

Genres: Angst

Warnings: 18+ content, SMUT, possessive!Dex, jealous!Dex, and I guess toxic!Dex? LOL just be prepared bc this might be the wildest fic ive written

ALSO shoutout to @mayajadewrites for helping me with getting the plot going, you GENIUS <3

Notes: I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS ONE let me know what you think! Enjoy! <3

When he sent his reply to you, Dex stood quietly on his balcony, thinking of ways he could take it back. 

“Thanks for the invite,” he typed regretfully, his anxiety getting the better of him, “but I think I’ll pass for tonight.”

“Are you sure?” He read your text in your sweet voice. “I want to see you.”

He knows you want to see him—he wants to see you just as badly, but the thought of socializing with people other than you was a less-than-ideal situation for Dex. He only preferred to be around you and only you. Part of him didn’t want to share you with other people, the other part simply didn’t want to be around them. 

“Next time,” Dex lied, a pinch in his heart. “I promise.” 

He waits five minutes, and then ten minutes, and when twenty minutes pass by, he knows the conversation ends there. Dex slides the door open and reenters his apartment, sitting quietly at his kitchen table, phone in front of him. 

Scenarios start playing in his mind: you’re only going out with your friends. He’s met some of them and doesn’t care for them at all, but at least he knows you’ll be with them and only them. What bar did you say you were going to? The Black Dog? It slowly dawns on him that other people you don’t know will be around you too, and it bothers him that he can’t control every action of every person. What if some guy tried talking to you? Offered to buy you a drink? Flirted with you? Or worse, what if you liked it enough to never talk to Dex again?

He can’t imagine another guy having good intentions like Dex has good intentions with you. Dex wants to keep you safe from people like that, people he doesn’t know. People who may have ill intentions for their own selfish needs. 

And how can he make sure that you’re safe from people like that, sitting alone in his apartment here, away from you? 

If there’s one thing that will get him out the apartment, it’s the thought of someone trying to take away his North Star from him. 

◎◎◎

Dex arrives at the bar before you do. He’s in his denim jacket and baseball cap. After quickly ordering a club soda from the bartender, he makes his way to the back and chooses a quiet corner to sulk in, to hide, to watch from afar. It’s what he’s most comfortable doing, it’s what he does best. 

He doesn’t touch the club soda at all, bubbles wasting their air in the glass. He watches the people that are in the bar with disdain. They’re all fools, he thinks to himself, but which one will be the unlucky one who tries to talk to you?

The next time the door opens, you walk in first followed by your friends and Dex sinks deeper in his seat, tilts his head down so his cap is hiding his face. He watches you from underneath, bringing the glass of club soda closer to him. His heart may be hard but his eyes go soft every time he looks at you. You’re laughing with your friends, and you look beautiful in your black sweater and jeans. You and your friends find a table in the middle of the bar and that’s when Dex takes note of the people that surround you.

Right now, no one’s paying mind to your table except for him. He smiles to himself each time he sees you laugh—tries to share in the moment with you even though you don’t know he’s there. He wonders what you whisper to your friend at one point. Whatever it is, your friend laughs and hits your shoulder. You have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc in front of you—Dex knows it’s the only white wine you’ll drink—and when you finish it, you look around for your server. 

The bar is much more crowded now and Dex has to move down a seat or two to keep his sights on you. He takes a deep breath and looks down when he sees you get up from your seat to go to the bar. When your back is to him, he looks up and watches as you patiently wait for a bartender’s attention. 

There are plenty of people at the bar, so many that not everyone is sitting on a stool. People squeeze in, lean on the counter, and move chairs out to fit more of their friends into conversations. You’re leaning with your left elbow on the bar, and Dex watches as you wait. Someone behind you accidentally pushes you, and both you and Dex react at the same time. You, startled from the contact, and Dex, sitting up more straight in his seat. He relaxes his shoulders after a few moments when he sees the person scoot their chair away from you, and you seemingly unbothered. 

You glance at your phone, scroll through something, and lock it again before putting it in your back pocket. Dex wonders if you re-read your messages like he does. He hopes so. You sigh, looking around the bar again—you weren’t having any luck getting a bartender’s attention.

And like a cloudy night ruining his view of his North Star, a man in a black jacket and boots stands directly in front of you. He’s got dark hair and a 5 o’clock shadow. Dex straightens in his seat again, high on alert. The man walks by you slowly in a calculative way. He doesn’t go unnoticed on Dex’s radar, not when he’s so close to you. The man walks by and inserts himself between a group, about five people away from you.

Dex feels his muscles tighten and he grips his glass of club soda hard. He has to let go of it so his entire focus is on the scene before him. Good thing he decided to come tonight—he knew this would happen. Dex watches you and then watches the man watching you. He doesn’t like how focused he is on you, how bad of an actor he is when he pretends to look around the bar just to look at you again. Dex takes a deep breath as he sees him slowly weave his way between people to stand next to you. He’s got something in his back pocket he keeps fiddling with. 

You’re oblivious, minding your business, waiting patiently for the bartender. At least Dex is there to protect you if anything were to go awry. He couldn’t have anything happen to you—the mere thought of it made him nauseous, losing someone so important to him, again. 

The man daringly asks the people who are standing next to you to move so he can have their spot. Dex’s throat goes dry as he sees the man brush his shoulder against yours purposefully. You glance up and move as much as you can, but the man moves closer to you again.

“Sorry, crowded bar,” the man says to you. At first glance, he’s handsome, but there’s something aggressive about his nature. 

“It’s alright,” you say shrugging your shoulders. You pretend to check your phone for something.

“You come here alone?” He asks you.

“No, I’m with my friends,” you smile, gesturing your head in their direction. 

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“No, I’m okay. Thank you.”

“Really? You’re the first girl who’s ever turned down a free drink at a bar,” the man says, confused by your rejection. Perhaps even a little insulted. 

“I bet I’m not the first girl who’s rejected you point blank, though,” you say, hoping he gets the message. He’s taken aback by your words, and he doesn’t stop there.

“Bet you just haven’t had a guy like me dick you down to make you nicer.”

Dex doesn’t know what the conversation is, but from your body language and expression on your face, he knows it can’t be good. Whatever it was this man was saying to you, it was diminishing your light—his light—it was an attempt to take his North Star away. Dex stands up from his seat. 

It’s not until the man places his hand on your shoulder and then your neck that Dex feels his rage and jealousy course through his veins, so much so that it’s made him finally get up from his seat and walk straight toward you. The path to what was unfolding in front of him was like walking through a dark tunnel, and like a phantom appearing out of thin air, Dex walks up to the man, paying no mind to you, takes him by the collar of his cheap jacket and pushes him away from you.  

“Stay away from her,” Dex says in a cool tone, chest heaving, hands shaking from adrenaline. 

The man walks right up to Dex, and it’s comical that he thinks he even stands a chance. Dex glances around, the things around him becoming all too obvious. A napkin dispenser. A shot glass. A butter knife. They’re all too easy. 

“Dex,” he hears you call his name, and now there’s too many people looking at them, and the man in front of him is anticipating his next moves and for nothing because just as quickly as Dex made himself known, he’s out of the bar pushing past everyone and walking down the street. Away from those people. Away from you. He hears the door open behind him, unsure if it’s you or not. 

He couldn’t even look at you—ashamed of his actions, ashamed he let you see him like that, which wasn’t even his worse but damn near close to it. He’s leaning forward against a brick wall, catching his breath from the adrenaline of seeing you being touched by another man, trying not to black out from his rage. But you’re right behind him, shocked he was there to save you. What Dex wasn’t expecting were your arms snaking around his waist, resting your head against his back. 

Was it possible you weren’t mad at him for being like that?

“No one’s ever been protective of me like you,” you sigh against his back. Dex is shaking from the adrenaline but he finds it in him to stop and focus on your arms around him. He places his hands on yours and sighs. “Guess you decided to come after all?” You ask him. “I didn’t even see you walk in, but what hell of a timing that was.”

“It was timing,” Dex agrees with you and lies. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Look at me, Dex,” you say gently. Dex turns around in your arms and you reach up to take off his baseball cap to see his face. “Thank you.”

There’s something in his eyes you can’t read but you agree when he asks to go back to his place.

◎◎◎

“You know, if you wanted to hang just the two of us, you could’ve said so,” you say as you walk inside his apartment and throw your jacket on his couch. Dex turns around and locks the door, feeling calmer than he did before but still on edge. He places his baseball cap on the counter and hangs up his jean jacket. 

“I didn’t want to ruin your night with your friends.”

“It was sort of ruined anyway, but somehow got even better now that I’m here,” you smile. “Seriously, it’s crazy you were there in the nick of time.”

“Yeah,” Dex trails off. “I know.”

“You still seem on edge,” you say softly, “are you okay?”

Dex looks away from you and places both his fists on his hips. He shakes his head. “No,” he says. “I’m not.”

“Why?”

“I—.” How does he say it, without saying it? That he nearly wanted to kill a man for touching you? He almost lost it in front of you and almost lost you?

“I couldn’t stand seeing someone touching you like that,” Dex explains. “I can’t get it out of my head.” 

“Try not to think about it,” you whispered and placed your hand on his face. Now Dex met your eyes. “Focus on me.”

It wasn’t until now he realized he was still shaking from the adrenaline. He never got it out before—the anger and jealousy were still bottled inside, running through his veins with no relief, because seeing you being touched like that by some man triggered something in Dex so strong that not even acting violently could calm him down. It festered in his chest like a sickness that could only be cured by your reassurance, your touch, your presence. 

And here you were in front of him, doing and giving him all of that. It’s what made it so easy for Dex to come to his conclusion that you were, in fact, all his—every part of you, everything, you were his alone. No one else ever had this effect on him the way you do. 

“I just want you to be safe with me,” Dex said, “only me.”

You smiled, even if you didn’t know the depths of his words. They came off to you as sweet nothings but to him it was law. It was no other way. It was unchangeable. 

“You’re mine,” Dex said in a guttural voice, his eyes half moons as he looked at you, “all mine.” His anger and jealousy started to shift into something else the more he looked at you. The more you absorbed his words and listened to him. He knew he had your full attention and he wanted more. The pit of this started beneath the button of his jeans. It was deeper than his heart. 

“Make it so,” you squint your eyes in return, succumbing to his intense gaze. 

Dex placed both his hands on your arms and traced the length of you slowly. You took a step closer to him so your chest was touching his. 

“I control myself so well around you,” Dex says in a low voice, “but right now I don’t want to.”

“So don’t,” you smirk, running your lips lightly against his. 

Dex swallows hard before his fingers find the hem of your sweater and pull it over your head. You stand in front of him in nothing but your jeans and bra and to Dex, it’s still not enough.  Dex runs his fingertips on your sides and slides his hand to your back, swiftly unclasping your bra. You shiver against his touch which is all too sweet.

“Dex,” you say in a low voice, “so don’t.” You repeated what you said before, hoping he got your message. 

Dex lifts an eyebrow and takes a deep breath, his dark eyes looking you up and down before relying purely on instinct. Dex lifts you up into his arms and you wrap your legs around him as he carries you to his bedroom and gently throws you on his bed. You land on your back and spread yourself on his fitted sheets, sheets he knows will be in ruins when he’s had you how wants. 

“I’m the only one who can see you like this,” Dex says. He takes his shirt off and reaches down to unbutton your jeans, slowly sliding them off your legs. You’re shaking. You nod at his words, whatever he says, that’s okay. 

Dex leans over you, his dirty blonde hair pushed to one side, his dark eyes looking at every inch of your skin. You don’t feel self-conscious, you feel seen. Dex kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, and soon he’s peppering kisses between your breasts and down the length of your torso before he kisses the part you’re aching for. 

“I’m the only one who can touch you like this,” Dex says softly as he looks up at you from below. He places his hands on either of your thighs and spreads you open, so he’s face to face with your wetness. “And this,” he says, placing a thumb on your clit and putting not enough pressure on it, “is mine.”

“Okay,” you nod and close your eyes. Dex takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours while he kisses your sex and drags his tongue slowly over your folds. You press your head deeper in his mattress and take a long, deep breath. Dex begins to lap at your folds, licking you slowly and then faster, and when he gently wraps his lips on top of your clit and begins to suck on your sensitive bud, you let out a soft moan. 

“I’m the only one who can make you sound like that,” Dex looks up momentarily before he continues eating you out. He looks up at you with his mouth on your clit and closes his eyes again. He keeps licking up your wetness and feels his cock harden in his jeans, aching to replace his mouth with it. But not yet. 

“Dex,” you beg softly, “kiss me.”

Dex stops licking you up and moves up on his bed to be face to face with you. His lips are shiny from your wetness, but you don’t care. Dex slowly leans down and touches his lips to yours. You hold his face in your hands and hold him there for a few moments, opening your mouth to let his tongue in, you taste yourself on his lips. Dex deepens the kiss and you wrap your legs around him again. He places his hands under your back and lifts you, urging you to lay on your chest. You rest your head on his pillow and listen as he unzips his pants and throws them off.

  He puts his hands on your waist and lifts you so your ass is up. Dex spreads your legs and slowly slides in two fingers inside your pussy.

“So wet,” Dex whispers, “just for me.” He continues sliding his fingers in and out of your pussy. He pushes your hand to the side and leans down to kiss you in the crook of your neck. It sends butterflies to your sides, the feeling of his soft lips kissing you sweetly. And the sweetness is gone when you feel Dex’s cock slowly enter inside you.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “Dex.”

“Say my name,” he whispers in a low voice in your ear.

“Dex,” you moan again as he begins to rock his cock back and forth inside of you slowly, feeling your tightness wrap around him. Dex’s arms are on either side of your head, and he buries his head in the crook of your neck. He fastens his pace thrusting inside you, feeling you move against him. You feel so wet and so tight around him, he bites your shoulder softly and says your name. 

“You’re taking me so well,” Dex whispers, “You’ll always be mine.”

“Yeah,” you moan, “you feel so good, Dex.”

“Fuck,” he lets a curse slip out as the more he thrusts his cock inside you the more wet you feel. “Taking me so well,” he says in a deep voice. 

“I’m so close, Dex,” you moan, and when you say this, Dex completely pulls out and you feel the absence of his size, absence of his closeness. Dex doesn’t want to finish with your face away from him. He wants to look into your eyes, see your face as his cock brings you to orgasm. Gone was the dominance, the real Dex wanted this to be special. 

He flips you over onto your back and spreads your legs and wraps them around his waist. Before he enters you again, Dex is breathing heavily, and he reaches up his fingers to caress the side of your face. Your lips are parted—you’re out of breath too—and the gravity of tonight’s earlier situation hits him. He never wants you to feel unsafe again. The only way that can happen is if Dex is in your life.

“You mean a lot to me,” Dex says, and it really is the closet thing he can say to those three dating little words. You smile at him, place your own hand on his face too. You don’t need to say anything. He knows you feel the same. And Dex slowly pushes himself inside your pussy again, feeling your tightness clench him and his size fill you up perfectly. Your face contorts with pleasure and you breath a heavy sigh. The tip of his cock hits your sweet spot each time he thrusts inside you. “You’re mine,” Dex says again as he picks up his pace. 

“Oh, Dex,” you pull him even closer as he continues pounding you into orgasm. Dex's eyes are dark as he holds this intense gaze with you, watching you orgasm like his life depended on it. Your so tight and went around him, when you finally come down from orgasm, Dex finally lets himself reach his own climax. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Dex’s own face contorts and it’s the sexiest you’ve ever seen him, coming so undone like this. He spills his cum inside you on his final thrust and feels his seed fill you up. You feel him spurt deeply and it feels euphoric to feel all of him inside you like this. 

If your relationship wasn’t clear before, it sure was now. You belonged to Dex and he you. As much as you were his, he was all yours. 

[ao3feed-fratt]

Two peas in a pod

Two peas in a pod https://archiveofourown.org/works/53142256 by Pump77Kin Doubting Karen made him feel like an asshole, the woman and her emotional support PI was damn certain that he wouldn’t be graced with the idiot’s company any more, but here Frank was, stuck to his spot, 30 feet away from a suit. A suit decorated with a red head and red glass. Frank knew normal people had the right to question his sanity, previous events were more than enough to prove it, but he hadn’t ever thought of the day when he himself considered going to see a psychiatrist. Curt would laugh in his face, give Frank some pills and a pat on the shoulder, then laugh some more. Or... I made up a magical Mickey. Words: 6842, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Daredevil (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M, Other Characters: Matt Murdock, Frank Castle, Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Karen Page, Jessica Jones (Marvel), Danny Rand, Luke Cage, Lester | Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter, Original Characters Relationships: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock, Matt Murdock & Franklin "Foggy" Nelson & Karen Page, Luke Cage & Jessica Jones & Matt Murdock & Danny Rand, Matt Murdock & Original Character(s) Additional Tags: Pure Imagination, Some Humor, No Plot/Plotless, Comfort No Hurt, Friendships and rainbow, Alternate Universe via AO3 works tagged 'Frank Castle/Matt Murdock' https://archiveofourown.org January 18, 2024 at 10:33PM

[certifiedskywalker]

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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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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Frank Castle

Frank with a daddy kink (18+)

Frank with a knife kink (18+)

Matt Murdock

Whispering in Matt’s ear (18+)

Being engaged to Matt

Café date with Matt

Getting a pet without Matt knowing

Jealous Matt (18+)

Oral with Matt (18+)

Benjamin Poindexter

Kinks Dex has (18+)

SEND ME YOUR HC OR THOUGHTS!!! &lt;3

[thequeenofuselessinformation]

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

[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.

[romeulusroy]

Imagine taking a bullet for Ray by Dex:

It didn't take a second thought, or even a first. Your body knew what to fo before you told it to. It reacted. It moved. It stepped in front of him before you realized what was about to happen. Dex had a gun. He intended to kill Ray. Aiming for a crucial part of the body, but would allow the most suffering. You knew how his mind worked, how he looked at you. You weren't a person, a friend or coworker. You weren't a sibling, a child, a parent. You were access points. You were another target he could practice on. There was nothing important or distinguishing about you, nothing that could set you apart from those paper targets you used at work. You or anyone. Ray has a wife. A son. People enjoy need him, and love him. He has a better chance of getting out of this situation, of stopping Dex. If he'd had time to react, he would have pushed you out of the way. He was nice like that. Kind. But there wasn't any time and you were grateful for that. Even as the res began to spread and the pain burned through your body like the fires of Hell, you were grateful. Ray was going to stop him. He was goi g to watch his son grow up. He was going to do what you'd set out to do. Dex was pissed. There was one bullet left and you ruined it. You ruined everything. Even as you bled you smiled at him, knowing this was the beginning of the end. He was finally going to pay for what he's done.

[teal-bandit]

The man, the myth, the legend

[myriadimagines]

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IMAGINE: DEX GIVING YOU A NECKLACE DURING YOUR FIRST VALENTINE’S DAY TOGETHER.

“Um, I... I got you something.” Dex nervously hands you a small box, and judging on the size, you can guess it’s jewellery of some kind. You smile at him as Dex rubs the back of his neck, continuing to stammer, “I hope you like it. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Thank you, Dex,” you lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek, and Dex visibly softens. It’s your first Valentine’s as a couple, after all, and Dex wanted to give you something special. He watches as you open up the box, revealing a necklace with a star pendent. You gently hold it up, beaming at Dex as you softly gasp, “It’s beautiful.”

“You... you’re my North Star, y/n,” Dex blurts, taking a step closer to you. “And I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

[themidnightcircusshow]

I’m finally (finally!) getting around to watching Daredevil season 3 and I can’t help but wonder if the way Fisk is recruiting Dex is the same way he met Wesley.

[amberlynnmurdock]

The Good In You (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x Reader

Chapter Summary: Dex grows fond of the nurse down the hall, so much so that if someone says something disrespectful about her, he won't take it so well.

Genres/Warnings: men objectifying women, toxic masculinity, angst, light fluff if you squint your eyes

Words: 5k exactly!

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Strange weather misted over the building of the Bureau, giving it an ominous look. She walked up the steps to the building and uttered “good morning” to whoever she walked past. She breathed a sigh of relief once she was in the elevator surrounded by other FBI staff members. The elevator dinged and lifted them to their floor. 

The office was slowly filling up with agents and staff who were treading in from the weekend. She made her way to the exam room and relaxed once she shut the door. Opening the locker that was tucked in the corner of the room, she brushed her hair and fixed what was messed up from the rain. It didn’t matter though—she’d have to put it up in a clip anyway. 

Working for the FBI was much more peaceful than working at the hospital. She enjoyed the privacy she had in her room and she liked the relationships she’d built with the agents here. She sat at her desk and went through her morning checklist before realizing thirty minutes had passed and she hadn’t had a cup of coffee yet. 

The break room was a little farther down the hall on the left. On her way down, she brushed passed other agents and found the door to Hattley’s office open, inviting her to say hello. 

“Morning, Tammy,” she greeted in the door frame. Hattley already had multiple files open on her desk. She was highlighting and tabbing different documents, standing over them. Her red hair was done in a low bun. “Already planning out the week for the agents?” She asked. 

Hattley laughed and shook her head. “Sure am, __. How was your weekend?”

“Relaxing, but ended too quickly. You?”

“Had my daughter’s cheerleading competition Saturday and then spent all of Sunday preparing for today,” Hattley said, not making eye contact with her. 

“You’ll need me on-call this whole week with the amount of files you’ve got there?” She asked Hattley. 

“Definitely,” finally, Hattley makes eye contact with her and smiles. “Just in case anything goes badly.”

“Of course,” she shrugged light-heartedly. Hattley returned to her work and she exited the room, continuing her way to the break room.

When she made a turn inside, she was pleasantly surprised to see Special Agent Poindexter scooping grounds of Bustelo into a new filter. Dex’s back was facing her, so she gently cleared her throat to make her presence known to him. 

“Morning, Dex,” she greeted quietly as she snuck up beside him at the counter. Dex paused his movements and turned to look at her. When he saw it was her, a smile slowly spread on his face. She was standing so close to him that she could see the depth of his hazel eyes when he looked at her. Of all the people in the office it could be, he was happy it was her this early in the morning. Dex was in a dark suit with a white button-down shirt. He looked undeniably handsome. He was out of uniform—this meant today was a training day for new agents.

“Good morning,” he greeted, continuing to scoop coffee. “Caught up on sleep this weekend like you wanted to?” She was mesmerized by the way his hands gently scooped the grounds of coffee and flicked it in the filter. Those same hands handled weapons she couldn’t imagine holding herself. 

She laughed, though, pleasantly surprised that he remembered their conversation from Friday night. 

“I did,” she answered with a nod, “but it’s never enough. You?"

“Same,” Dex nodded, putting one last scoop of coffee in the new filter. He placed the holder in the machine and switched the knob to turn on. The machine hummed and began to brew. Dex turned around and leaned his back on the counter. When he did this, she caught a whiff of his cologne—a musky, woodsy scent. She tried not to react to how good he smelt.

“It takes a little bit to brew if you don’t want to stay,” Dex said, his voice bringing her out of her thoughts. “I’ll bring you a cup to your office. How do you take it?” Dex offered. She shook her head—she didn’t mind making small talk with him and waiting for it to brew. 

“I can stay,” she smiled. “But you can still fix my coffee. I like it with a dash of milk.”

“You got it,” he smiled back. “You have a busy day today?”

“Not really,” she said. “I’ll be cleaning and filing the new agents we have in our system. Speaking of, are you training them today?” 

Dex cracked his neck and sighed. “Yeah, new agents. All day.”

“Be nice to them,” she smiled teasingly. “I bet they’re all scared.”

“If they’re scared of training then they probably shouldn’t have applied to be in the FBI,” Dex retorts with a smirk. “Besides, today’s easy. All presentations. Boring, but easy.”

“Well, I hope today goes quickly for us both,” she smiled, gently knocking her shoulder on his. Dex smiled and looked down, holding his left wrist with his right hand. 

Just as he’s about to say something else to her, another agent enters the room, and Dex tenses immediately. He wasn't fond of the agent who came in, ruining his moment with her. 

Her attention is drawn to Agent Beckett, who stands at six feet tall with dark brown hair, a five o’clock shadow, and a bright smile. It was hard not to be drawn to someone like him when he entered a room—he was handsome. Handsome, but slightly arrogant. Slightly intimidating. Not at all like the sweet agent who stood beside her, and offered to fix her a cup of coffee. 

“Morning, Poindexter,” Beckett greets loudly. “Glad to see you’re out of the cave this morning,” he bellowed. She jumped at the loudness in his voice and offered a small smile, trying to avoid eye contact. She stepped out of his way—away from Dex. 

“Morning,” Dex replied with a straight face. 

“Hey, __,” he called her name, an unavoidable greeting. “Is this guy bothering you?” He smirked, giving Dex a taunting wink. Dex’s jaw clenched and he kept his hands firmly in front of him, eyes forward. 

“No,” she laughed uncomfortably, feeling her heart beating fast. She glanced at Dex, who kept his stare straight ahead of him. 

“I’m kidding, sweetheart,” Beckett says, jimmying his way between her and Dex. “Ah, coffee’s almost done. Poindexter, why don’t you fix us both a cup ahead of this stupid training we have?”

Dex turns carefully, jaw clenched and silent. The coffee machine beeps and Dex grabs two cups from the cabinet. He pours coffee into each cup and grabs the carton of milk from the fridge, giving the perfect splash in the first cup before putting the milk back. He walks around Agent Beckett, careful not to bump into him, and gives her the cup of coffee. She takes it from his hands, feeling her fingers brush against Dex’s. Dex holds her eye contact for a few seconds and squints his eyes at her as a way to say here you go. 

“I’ll see you in there, Beckett,” Dex says before leaving the kitchen. Beckett stands there confused, empty-handed. He grabs a styrofoam cup and pours coffee into it. 

“Such a weird dude,” Beckett says under his breath. 

“What makes him weird?” She questioned him, annoyed with his attitude. 

“He only talks to three people here and is just a dick,” Beckett said. She flinched at his tone and shook her head, debating whether to say her next words or not. 

“Just because he takes his job seriously and keeps to himself doesn’t make him weird. Maybe you should learn something from him, Beckett,” she replies with a terse tone. Beckett raises an eyebrow and looks at her suspiciously. He sips his coffee, holding his stare on her. She leaves the room quickly, ignoring the increase in her heartbeat. She much preferred how she felt when Dex was in the room. 

Down the hall, she can see Dex making his way to the elevator, clipboard in one hand, coffee in the other. The elevator doors close before she can offer Dex a thank you. The cup he made was perfect. 

***

Dex hated socializing but he hated even more to be socializing against his will out of peer pressure with the other FBI agents. 

It was Thursday night. No one had tasks on Friday until noon and Agent Garcia had rounded everyone in the SWAT unit to get drinks at a local bar near the Bureau. Dex ignored the invite naturally—those things, such as invites, didn’t apply to him. But when Ray got off the phone with his wife (Sammy was on a camping trip meaning Ray was essentially free) Dex knew there was no hope in going home like he wanted to. 

So there he was, sitting in the corner of a dingy bar; cold beer in one hand, the other sitting on his thigh in anticipation. Anticipation for something to go wrong. Anticipation for this night to end. Dex watched as the FBI agents all hounded each other—arms around each other drunkenly, complaining about this week’s new agents and how they needed to get paid more. Dex looked at them with disdain. He couldn’t relate to any of them even if he wanted to. 

His mind wandered to the last few minutes of work when he got the chance to say goodbye to her.

“Headin’ out early?” Dex asked as he leaned in the doorway of her exam room. She was gathering her things and putting on her coat. Dex watched her carefully from afar, admiring the way she effortlessly made everything she did look so easy. 

“A rare occasion. Yes,” she smiled. “I heard a bunch of the agents are going out tonight. Are you joining them?”

“Unfortunately,” Dex sighed. “I’m only going for Ray. Show face.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fun,” she reasoned, meeting him at her door. “Just don’t give me a reason to have to come back at midnight and I gotta stitch you up for getting in a bar fight.”

Dex laughed softly. “I would never.” 

Ray came back to his seat laughing, holding a new beer. His presence brought Dex out of his memory. Ray shook his head and looked at Dex. 

“These guys, man,” Ray uttered. “They’re lucky we’re all off the clock.”

“Yeah,” Dex said coolly, taking a sip of his beer. “Real lucky.”

“Why don’t you get in there and join them?” 

“I’m fine here,” Dex answered. 

“Make a little effort, Dex,” Ray urged. He knew he meant well, but Dex wished he’d stop pushing it. He sighed, feeling trapped in his corner. He watched as Beckett and other agents took shots of whiskey and slammed the glasses on the bar. 

“Who wants to play some darts?” Beckett asked the group. He made his way over to where Dex and Ray sat and slammed his hand on the table. Dex tensed and straightened in his seat. “Nadeem? You got skills with darts? I know you do.” 

“Oh, I don’t think so. Maybe Dex—he’s our sniper after all.” Ray pats Dex on the shoulder. If looks could kill, Ray would be on the floor. 

Beckett gives him a thoughtful look then looks at Dex. “Whaddaya say, Poindexter?”

“Not in the mood,” Dex said in a low voice, swiveling his beer around. 

“Come on, Poindexter. Have a little fun. Don’t be a pussy. You and Ray versus me and Garcia. Let’s go,” he urged Dex. Dex tried to hide the suspicion he felt but shrugged. 

Ray gives Dex an urging look, and finally, Dex cracks. 

“Okay,” Dex sighs, taking a sip of his beer. “You guys first.”

“All right,” Beckett nods. 

Ray pats Dex on the shoulder again and makes his way toward the dart boards. Dex pushes past people in the bar, the dingy air getting to his senses. The smoke from cigarettes in the bar burns his eyes and the smell of sticky alcohol coats the floor. He can feel his shoes sticking to it. Being in a place like this reminds Dex of a time he tried to socialize when he was younger—he’s gotten better at it over the years, but he hated how nothing really has changed about it. 

Dex finds a new table to place his beer at. He feels all eyes on him from the other agents, watching him like he’s some kind of circus act. Maybe they're not judging him, maybe it’s all in his head. He ignores their stares. At least that much he’s gotten better at.

Agent Garcia wrote the team names on the board as the other agents found their places to watch. The dart boards were tucked in a corner of the bar, away from most people, though some strangers lingered to watch the game. Ray brought over a bin of darts. 

“Choose your color.”

Dex quickly glanced at the bin and grabbed the first trio he saw. The barrel of the darts was navy blue, paired with a white shaft. The flight colors were black and white stripes. Ray opted for red and orange colored ones. 

Agent Beckett was first. He placed his left foot at a sideways angle and stepped forward with his right. He squinted his eyes. Dex watched with crossed arms. Beckett threw his dart forward and it landed on the 18th segment, triple ring. He threw twice more and hit the double ring at 6 and 10. His darts were purple and white. 

“Not bad,” Beckett said to himself. He marked the scoreboard and took his darts off the board. “You’re up, Garcia.”

Garcia got in the same position and threw his green and black darts all too fast, hitting double rings at 10, 15 and 2. Beckett booed him, along with the other agents as they all took another swig of beer. 

“You first,” Dex said in a low voice to Ray. 

Ray deflates. “Come on.”

“You made me come out. You’re going first,” Dex demanded. He won’t take no for an answer. Ray nodded his head in defeat and walked up to the mark. 

Ray’s about to throw his dart when Agent Beckett makes a fake moaning sound to throw him off. Ray stumbled and completely missed the board. Dex glared at Beckett. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Beckett raised his hands. “Fair is fair.”

Ray laughs anyway and throws his last two darts. Triple ring at 11 and 8. 

Ray marked the board and took his darts. He raised his eyebrows at Dex knowingly as Dex took his stance to throw. 

It’s almost too easy.

He hits the bull twice before making the bull’s eye on his last throw. He didn’t want any more attention than he already had so he purposefully missed the bull’s eye twice before ultimately choosing his pride—just to see the look on Beckett’s face. Dex smirked as he heard Ray cheer along with a few other agents. Beckett brooded in his seat like a spoiled child. 

“Bullseye!” Ray shouted, slamming the table with his hand. 

“Game is still on,” Beckett reminded everyone. “Let’s make it more interesting. Whoever’s up has to say who they would fuck in the office,” at this, a few agents started to laugh and pulled out their phones, obviously searching on social media their co-workers. Dex shook his head and pinched his nose. “Come on, we’re off the clock. What happens out here stays out here. It doesn’t make it back to the office. Nobody’s going to tell on anybody. Not that the Bureau can afford to fire anyone anyway. Ray, you’re excused since you’re married—unless you want to play.”

Dex rolls his eyes as he faces the board and takes his darts out. He adds the score to the scoreboard and walks slowly back to the table. Beckett watches him carefully. Dex ignores him. 

Garcia’s up first. 

“The girl at the front desk in the building on the first floor,” he says. “I can’t remember her name, but her tits are perfect. I love that the desk is low so I can get a better look if she’s wearing a low-cut top. Or when she wears those zipper polos and I only see the shape. God,” he breathes out. He gets in position and throws each dart lazily. He doesn’t even care he misses, he just takes another sip of his beer. 

“Yeah, she’s cute,” Beckett agrees. “I don’t know. If I had to choose, how about that nurse we just got?” Beckett asks. “Poindexter, you know the one. Don’t you?” The tone of his voice is barbed. 

Dex grips his beer so tightly the glass might shatter in his hand at the mention of her. The mention of her coming out of Beckett’s mouth. Dex’s fingers twitch over his darts on the table, lining them up evenly. His jaw tightens as he watches Beckett get into position. Dex leans on the wall and feels his muscles tense. 

“Yeah,” Dex says coolly. “I know her.”

Beckett throws his first dart. He hits the triple ring at 1.

“She’s real pretty,” he states. “Quiet. But they say the quiet ones are always the freakiest.”

He throws his second dart. Dex grabs one of his darts and slowly moves away from the table, ignoring the nervous glances he receives from Ray. Beckett hits the triple ring on 16. 

“I think I’d like to fake an injury to get examined by her. Feel her hands all over my face. You know, she’s actually pretty feisty when you talk to her. Should’ve heard what she said when you left the break room the other day, Poindexter,” Beckett repositions himself. Dex loses his composure for a moment—he didn’t know of this. “I don’t like a girl who thinks she can talk to me a certain way. Yeah, I’d like to get in her exam room and shut her up with my cock in her mouth.”

At this, the other agents laugh and roar, holding their beer bottles up in the air. Beckett laughs with them and looks at Dex before he throws his final dart.

“Bet you’d like to do the same to her,” Beckett taunts. 

When Beckett’s dart lands, it lands on the bull. 

Dex breathes deeply. It wasn’t often Dex let his emotions get the best of him—that was something he learned from Dr. Mercer—to learn to control his emotions. Learn to control his rage. Since joining the army, and then joining the FBI, his work has helped him keep himself in check. He doesn’t take things personally. He remains calm in otherwise stressful situations. He tries not to react. He’s learned to calculate situations in his head. 

Those same sentiments apply to this very situation he’s in right now. He’s knowingly controlling his rage. When people have rage, most people see red. They feel hot. Not Dex. Dex sees black when he feels rage. He feels cold in his blood. 

And that’s why when Beckett goes up to the board after taunting Dex using her name like it was nothing, Dex decides to take his shot early. 

Dex throws the dart so fast before anyone can register what’s happening. As Beckett is walking towards the dartboard to get his darts, Dex’s shot flies right beside Beckett’s head, just purposefully missing him, but landing right on the bullseye. Beckett jumps back in startling realization that Dex's dart almost pinned his finger to the board. 

“What the hell?!” 

Beckett stalks over to Dex and pushes him with his chest against him. Rage is clearly all over Beckett, hot-headed anger coming Dex’s way. Dex stands still and braces himself. “What the fuck’s your problem, man?” 

“My problem is—“ Dex begins to say, but stops himself when he sees all the agents looking at them. Suddenly he hears her voice in the back of his head; she only made a joke about him getting into a bar fight, but Dex took it to heart. Ray stands from the table, anticipating both Dex and Beckett’s next move. Dex analyzes the situation quickly. He’s not in the mood for this—not tonight. He lets out a harsh breath—gives Beckett one last look of disdain, before walking outside the bar and into the cold night. 

Ray is right behind him. 

“What the hell was that?” Ray asks in exasperation, catching up to Dex who’s further down the street. Dex feels something heavy and hollow in his chest. 

“Dex!” Ray calls him, grabbing his shoulder. Dex shakes his hand off him and snaps at Ray.

“What Ray?” Dex snaps, daggers in his hazel eyes as he stares down Ray.  

“You could get in trouble for purposefully trying to hit him like that. What the hell were you thinking?!” 

“Like you said,” Dex said, eyes narrow, tucking his hands in his pockets. “We’re lucky we’re off the clock.”

“That’s different,” Ray says through gritted teeth. “You almost threw a dart in his hand.” 

“Beckett said himself that what happens outside stays outside. As far as I’m concerned, he didn’t move out of the way in time for me to take my shot. It was an accident.” 

“Jesus,” Ray utters under his breath, massages his temples. “Really hope this doesn’t make it back to Hattley.” 

“I don’t care if it does,” Dex shakes his head. “It was a game of darts. I didn’t want to come out, Ray,” Dex says in a low voice. “You made me. I wasn’t going to stand around there any longer and listen to them bullshit like that. Now they’ve got something else to talk about.”

Dex turns around and continues on his walk home, eyes forward, drowning out the noise of the city, the noise of the night. 

***

Dex doesn’t get to the Bureau until noon the next day. 

When he arrives, he scans his FBI badge at the door and walks into an otherwise normal setting at the office. People are at their desks, typing away and working on their tasks. Ray comes walking down the hall, looking more stressed to see Dex than happy. Dex isn’t worried about it. He isn’t even worried when Ray pulls him into an empty conference room to talk to him.

“Hattley’s going to call you in her office today,” Ray says in a hushed tone. “She caught wind of what happened last night.”

“And?” Dex questioned. “What exactly was it that happened other than you and me beating Beckett at a little game of darts?”

Ray shoots Dex a knowing look, disapproving of his otherwise lighthearted tone. The one time Dex chooses to be lighthearted, it’s a problem. 

“Not to Beckett,” Ray explained. “He went to her office earlier this morning.”

“So Beckett’s a tattle tale and sore loser,” Dex nodded. “Got it.”

“He feels threatened by you,” Ray told him.

“And how’s that my problem?”

“Because he’s trying to rally the other agents in getting him on his side.”

“And yet I’m still here. The problem isn’t me, Ray. It’s what he says about people in this office—it’s what he said about—“

“About __, I know,” Ray said. “I think Hattley’s going to talk to her as well.”

Dex squints his eyes, “does she know?”

“I don’t know,” Ray shook his head. “I can’t imagine Beckett would tell Hattley what lead up to the dart throwing.”

“This is ridiculous, Ray. What are they going to do? Tell me not to play darts anymore?”

“I don’t know—I just wanted you to be prepared for when she calls you.”

Dex sighs, and Ray leaves him there alone in the conference room. He exits and walks around the corner, almost bumping into someone. 

It’s her.

“Oh, hi Dex,” she stumbles, “I’m sorry. How are you?”

Dex raises his eyebrows, whatever hard expression he had on his face softening when he looked at her. “Hey—I’m good.” From the way she’s speaking, Dex doesn’t think she knows what happened.

“How was last night?” She asked.

“Not that fun, honestly.”

“Aw, that’s too bad.”

“Did you have a good night?”

“Yeah, turned in early. Got here about an hour ago.”

“Agent Poindexter,” Hattley calls from a few feet behind them. “Do you have a minute to speak?”

“Sure,” Dex answers. He looks back at her and smiles softly. “I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay,” she nods. 

Dex walks past her, following Hattley into her office. He’s not intimidated in the slightest—he knows he didn’t do anything wrong. He closes her door and takes a seat in front of her desk. 

“How are you, Poindexter? It’s been a while since I’ve called you in, which I guess is a good thing,” Hattley says as she sits down. 

“I’m good,” Dex says. “What’s the reason why I’m being called in?”

“Well, I understand that co-workers become friends and friends hang out outside of work. So I know a bunch of the agents went out last night. Which is typically fine,” Hattley begins, putting her hands together, “but I did receive a complaint from another agent this morning about something that happened last night.”

Dex can’t help but shake his head and roll his eyes—he was getting tired of the beating around the bush. “It was a game of darts, Agent Hattley.”

“I understand that,” she says quickly, “but Beckett is particularly unhappy with your conduct. And he feels uncomfortable about it.”

“Because I hit a bullseye?” Dex scoffed, “Hattley, come on. Do you hear how ridiculous this sounds? If Beckett is getting worried about a fair game of darts then maybe he’s not cut out for this job,” Dex explains in frustration. Of course, Beckett left out of the part that he instigated Dex’s so-called “conduct.” Of course he would leave out his own locker-room talk about __. “It was a brush,” Dex says more calmly. “It didn’t hit him.”

“I did hear something else,” Hattley says carefully. “There was a mention of __. Is that true?”

“It’s true that Beckett said something about her. Yes.”

“And then you proceeded to make him uncomfortable with the dart.”

“If you want to call playing a fair game making him uncomfortable, then yes. What’s your point?” 

“I just want to keep the peace, Agent Poindexter,” Hattley says quietly. “Do you really think I give a damn about a dart game after work hours? I manage a lot of personalities in this Bureau and if someone brings something to my attention, I’ll attempt to make peace, even if it is a silly game of darts. I just wanted to talk and let Beckett know I spoke with you. Do you understand what I’m getting at?”

Dex nodded. He did. 

“Thank you,” he says sternly. “Can I please be excused?”

“Yes,” Hattley says. “Could you get __ for me? I’d like to speak with her as well.”

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Dex finds her in her exam room, reading over a file at her desk. She’s sipping on a cup of coffee and focused when she hears the door of her room open. She’s pleasantly surprised again when she sees it’s Dex. 

“Hey,” she smiles, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Dex nods. “Hattley wants to talk to you.”

“Me? Why?” She asks as she stands from her seat, feeling a tiny bit nervous.”

“Uh,” Dex sighs, and steps inside her office completely, and shuts the door. “Just about something that happened last night.” 

“What happened last night and what does it have to do with me?”

Dex looks away from her concerned gaze. He’s not sure if he should tell her or not.

“I don’t want you to get upset,” Dex says in a soft, low voice. “Beckett and some other agents might have said some weird things about people in the office.”

She raises her eyebrows and crosses her arms. “I assume the people he said weird things about were women in the office?”

Dex nods. He doesn’t say anything more. She suddenly feels uncomfortable at the thought of Beckett being in her room. 

“Okay,” she says. “I’ll talk to Hattley.”

“It’s going to be alright,” Dex offers as comfort. 

“If you say so.”

Dex opens the door for her and lets her out. She makes her way to Hattley’s office and knocks on her door.

“Come in,” Hattley calls. 

“Hey,” she says, closing the door behind her. “Everything okay?”

“Yes,” Hattley nods. “Please, sit.”

“What’s going on?” She asks with confusion and anxiety in her voice. 

“This will be quick. I just wanted to ask you something about the agents here. You’ve gotten to know them over the past few months, right?”

“Yes,” she nods. “I like everyone here.”

“Does anyone make you uncomfortable?”

“Who are you exactly implying, Tammy?”

Hattley looks over her shoulder to make sure her door is closed. “Does Special Agent Poindexter make you uncomfortable?”

She laughs, despite herself. What was it with this Bureau trying to make Dex into something he’s not? Was his personality really that off-putting to people who didn’t know him? Dex hasn’t made her feel uncomfortable ever—it was Beckett who did. 

“Tammy,” she begins, leaning forward in her seat. “Wasn’t it Beckett who said something strange about the women in the office? No, I’m not afraid of Special Agent Poindexter. Frankly, it’s Agent Beckett who makes me uncomfortable. Shouldn’t you be asking me about him?”

Hattley purses her lips and considers what she says. “Okay. That’s all I needed to know.” 

Frustrated, she leaves Hattley’s office and quickly walks back to her exam room, shutting the door. Running a hand through her hair, she can’t help but wonder what it was Beckett said about her and the other women in the office. It must’ve been gross and inappropriate. Part of her wants to know, the other part is disgusted at the thought. 

And what did all this have to do with Dex?

[rrrofthevale]

Prince of Flies (A Really Long Bullseye Playlist)

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Mostly inspired by TV, a little inspired by comics, all out of character. I hope it’s fun for one of the other five Bullseye fans out there in the world, at least. Catch top 10 banger “IN MY HANDS ANYTHING IS A WEAPON” on my album dropping Labor Day.

↓↓ See Below for Tracklist ↓↓

001 / Aesop Rock / Gun for the Whole Family

002 / Kid Cudi / Internal Bleeding

003 / Son Lux / Yesterday's Wake

004 / Type O Negative / I Don't Wanna Be Me

005 / Baroness / Borderlines

006 / Keaton Henson (Behaving) / False Alarms

007 / Ghost / From the Pinnacle to the Pit

008 / Jack Off Jill / Fear of Dying

009 / The Smiths / Barbarism Begins at Home

010 / Nine Inch Nails / Discipline

011 / Meg Myers / I Really Want You to Hate Me

012 / The Smashing Pumpkins / Bullet with Butterfly Wings

013 / Nicole Dollanganger / Flowers of Flesh and Blood

014 / clipping. / Shooter

015 / Roisin Murphy / Ramalama (Bang Bang)

016 / How to Destroy Angels / Too Late, All Gone

017 / Puscifer / Undertaker (Renholder Mix)

018 / Youth Code / For I Am Cursed

019 / Nine Inch Nails / Ruiner

020 / Have a Nice Life / Bloodhail

021 / A Perfect Circle / Pet

022 / Chelsea Wolfe / Feral Love

023 / HEALTH / NEW COKE

024 / clipping. / Club Down

025 / HEALTH / Hurt Yourself

026 / Garbage / #1 Crush

027 / Nine Inch Nails / Me, I'm Not

028 / The National / Cherry Tree

029 / Arca / Reverie

030 / FKA Twigs / Hide

031 / The Bravery / Split Me Wide Open

032 / STARSET / The Order

033 / Depeche Mode / Wrong

034 / Killing Joke / Love Like Blood

035 / Emarosa / Say Hello to the Bad Guy

036 / Lady Gaga / Judas

037 / Iggy Pop / Neighborhood Threat

038 / Royksopp / Rong

039 / Built to Spill / I Would Hurt a Fly

040 / Depeche Mode / Personal Jesus

041 / The Blood Brothers / Metronomes

042 / Daughter / Smother

043 / Jungle / Son of a Gun

044 / Sneaker Pimps / Black Sheep

045 / Depeche Mode / Behind the Wheel

046 / Soap&Skin / Sugarbread

047 / Cage / Eating Its Way Out of Me

048 / Nina Simone / Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

049 / Sevdaliza / Do You Feel Real

050 / Talking Heads / Psycho Killer

051 / The Doors / People Are Strange

052 / Tweaker / Movement of Fear

053 / Lauren Bousfield / Somerset Blather On and On

054 / Radiohead / Myxomatosis

055 / Muse / The Handler

056 / Nirvana / Smells Like Teen Spirit

057 / Man Man / King Shiv

058 / Mister Heavenly / Bronx Sniper

059 / Iron & Wine / Your Fake Name Is Good Enough for Me

060 / The Dillinger Escape Plan / One of Us Is the Killer

061 / Queens of the Stone Age / I Appear Missing

062 / King Woman / Burn

063 / Love and Rockets / Holiday on the Moon

064 / Giles Corey / No One Is Ever Going to Want Me

065 / Blonde Redhead / For the Damaged

066 / Melvins / Pearl Bomb

067 / Joy Division / Shadowplay

068 / Concrete Blonde / The Beast

069 / Gold Key / Creep in Slowly

070 / Radiohead / Fitter Happier

071 / Placebo / Meds

072 / Glass Animals / Mama's Gun

073 / IAMX / Animal Impulses

074 / The Stooges / Search and Destroy

075 / The Afghan Whigs / When We Two Parted

076 / Pixies / There Goes My Gun

077 / Leprous / The Price

078 / Nicole Dollanganger / Alligator Blood

079 / Brand New / Luca

080 / Cursive / What's Gotten Into You?

081 / Sevdaliza / Oh My God

082 / Thou / Something in the Way

083 / Have a Nice Life / Cropsey

[everlastingdreams]

Dex X Reader: Sugar Crush Chapter 28

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Notes:

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

Chapter: 28/28

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

Word Count:  1742 words

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

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

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

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

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

He just shook his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ally nodded “ What does Fisk want with you ?”

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

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

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

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

O o o o o oo OOO Oooo o o o o o oo ooo OO oo o oOO OoO O O Oo O O oOO O oo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dead ?” you repeated his words.

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

You just nodded.

You knew.

“When did it happen ?” you asked.

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

He knew that you knew.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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