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kali/kai ⌖ 23 ⌖ they/she 𖣠 Dex’s BPD Twin 𖣠 Insanely in love w/ Benjamin Leonard Poindexter

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[deathhppunch]

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[sun-hashira]

I Think He Knows

summary: when Matt brings an injured Dex to your clinic, your family is forced to confront just how deeply the two of you have fallen for each other.

who: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter/Bullseye x Female!Murdock Reader

word count: 3K

warnings: soulmate au, mentions of stab wounds, mentions of blood, fluff, soft dex! If I have missed any please let me know!

divider by: @uzmacchiato

a/n: Part 9 of the Glitch Series! Can't believe there is only two chapters after this one! Not my favourite chapter written but hope you enjoy! Like before feedback is welcome!

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"He's so obsessed with me and, boy, I understand..." — I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift

The clinic usually smelled like antiseptic and herbs when you closed it up at night.

Tonight, it smelled like lavender oil and crushed chamomile from the new cleaning solution gifted from a previous patient as you finished wiping down the final counter before slowly rolling your shoulders as the familiar aches settled into your bones again.

Not the dangerous kind of aches that you used to ignore until you fainted but a quieter kind. The kind that came after healing people all day and forgetting to look after yourself.

Capping the cleaning bottle, you leaned against the counter for a moment, letting the silence settle.

If Dex were here, he would be telling you to eat something. You smiled slightly at the thought before you could stop it.

He had a habit of doing that now, slipping into your thoughts like he belonged there.

“You know,” Karen said, sitting on the edge of a counter with a cleaning cloth in one hand, “for someone who's finished work, you seem determined to keep working.”

You smiled without looking up. “I'm closing.”

“You've been 'closing' for twenty-five minutes.”

“It takes time.”

Foggy laughed from the medicine cabinet where he was reorganising bandages into neat stacks. “I told you she'd say that.”

“You two offered to help,” you reminded them.

“We offered to keep you company,” Karen corrected. “Helping was never part of the agreement.”

“And yet,” you gestured around the room, “here you are.”

Foggy shrugged dramatically. “I'm a generous man.”

“You colour-coordinated the painkillers.”

“They deserved it.”

A laugh escaped you as it all felt… normal. 

Especially since Foggy had been given the final all clear from the hospital a little over a week ago and seeing him standing here now, healthy and smiling, still felt like a miracle.

He caught you looking. “What?”

“I'm just happy you're here.” You smile.

His expression softened. “So am I.”

Karen smiled quietly before pointing toward the sink. “Less emotions, more disinfecting.”

“Yes, ma'am.” You both playfully saluted.

You finished rinsing the last of the work tools before carefully placing them into their drawer.

Almost done. You thought while already wanting to head home, especially since Dex had offered to cook tonight, having already texted earlier asking if you preferred pasta or stir fry.

You'd replied with a simple ‘surprise me x’ and his response had come less than ten seconds later with an ‘ok baby x’. 

The thought alone made warmth spread across your chest.

Karen noticed immediately. “What are you smiling about?”

“What?”

“You've got that look.”

“What look?”

“The one you've had for months.” She teased.

Foggy grinned as he came to stand beside you. “The Dex look.”

Heat immediately crawled into your cheeks. “I do not have a Dex look.”

“You absolutely have a Dex look.” He teased while poking your red cheek.

“I smiled.” You argued.

“You smiled differently.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don't smile differently.”

Karen folded her arms. “You literally just did.”

Before you could defend yourself, three loud knocks against the back door echoed through the clinic.

“Expecting someone?” Foggy frowned. 

You shook your head. “No.”

Another loud bang echoed throughout the clinic, but more urgent than before. Your stomach tightened, but you were already moving before anyone said anything, with Karen following and Foggy not far behind.

Karen gasped the second you unlocked the door because Matt stood there breathing heavy and dressed as Daredevil with his suit streaked with dirt and blood, but in his arms was Dex. 

Your heart dropped as his head lolled against Matt's shoulder, his hair damp with sweat and blood, while one side of his dark suit soaked through with blood.

“Move.” Matt said.

You did immediately as he carried Dex straight to the nearest examination bed while Foggy hurried ahead, clearing trays and equipment out of the way.

“He took the hit for me,” Matt explained quietly.

Your eyes flicked over Dex's body automatically taking in the deep laceration beneath the ribs and another along his shoulder and the bruising that was already blooming across his side.

You exhaled slowly. “He'll live.”

Matt visibly relaxed. “What do you need?”

“Scissors.” Karen was already handing them over before you'd even finished speaking.

“Gauze.” Foggy passed you one before neatly piling more beside him.

“Saline.” Matt passed you an unopened bottle from the cabinet as you got to work.

Everyone moving with practiced efficiency that held no panic, no shouting, just trust that only people who have been in this situation before could navigate. 

You carefully cut away the ruined fabric around Dex's side, revealing the wound beneath. Relieved to see that it wasn’t fatal.

Your hands brushed lightly over the torn skin as your healing powers stirred beneath your palms, warmth spreading beneath them as you slowed the bleeding enough to let you work, knowing Dex would be upset if you used your powers to fully heal him again. 

Matt leaned against the bed beside you, finally allowing himself to breathe. “He was covering my left side.”

You glanced up briefly. “You don't have to explain.”

“I know.” A pause was shared between you. “I want to.”

You nodded once before returning your attention to Dex. He looked pale as you rested two fingers gently against his neck and felt his steady pulse.

Good.

“Come on,” you murmured softly. “Wake up for me, baby.”

Silence.

Then a moment later his brow furrowed before his hazel eyes slowly blinked open and scanned around the room, taking note of Matt, Foggy, and Karen, before they found you. 

Immediately his expression softened. “…Baby.”

Your shoulders relaxed before you even realised they’d been tense. “I'm here.”

His entire body seemed to unclench, and everyone noticed. 

“So…” Dex mumbled weakly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Hi.”

“Hi, baby.” You laughed softly. 

“You look pretty.”

Karen blinked in surprise as Foggy looked at you confused.

“You've lost a concerning amount of blood.” Matt sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose.

Dex frowned. “And?”

“And yet flirting with my sister is still your priority?”

“It always is.”

A laugh escaped you. “There he is.”

Dex smiled faintly at the sound. “There you are.”

Your chest tightened as you reached up to brush the damp strands of hair away from his forehead before checking his pupils again.

“Follow my finger.”

He did immediately while ignoring Foggy’s amused snort.

“You dizzy?”

“A little.”

“Nauseous?”

“No.”

“Pain level?”

“5.”

“Ok.” You said as your thumb stroked gently across his temple.

Dex instinctively leaned into the touch, and you wondered if he even realised he'd done it while everyone else did.

Grabbing more gauze, you soaked it in antiseptic before dabbing it across the cut on his shoulder before stopping when Dex hissed quietly.

“I'm sorry.” You whispered, gently stroking his temple again. 

“Why are you apologising?” He asked, looking genuinely confused.

“'Cause it hurts.”

“You aren't hurting me.”

“The antiseptic is.”

“You didn't stab me.”

“Still.” You shrugged. 

His fingers searched across the mattress until they found your free hand and wrapped his fingers around it immediately. Firm enough to reassure himself but gentle enough to let you pull away if you needed.

You didn't.

You simply adjusted your grip and kept working while Matt stood silently behind you. His head tilted in a way that let you know he was listening to something but unaware that it was your heartbeat. 

Steady and calm. 

While Dex's was matching yours more closely with every passing second.

Comforted and calm. 

He remembered the time he heard Dex’s heartbeat months ago, how frantic and spiralling it was after you had told him to leave. But this time was different.

Your hand slipped from his as you reached for another bandage, and Dex's fingers followed instinctively. Just slightly, but you noticed anyway, and without thinking, you stepped back into his reach, smiling as his shoulders relaxed again.

Karen caught the movement and noticed how small and natural it was, as though you'd done it a hundred times before.

Maybe you had? But how would she know with how much she had been pushing you away? 

You finished wrapping fresh bandages around his shoulder before smoothing the fabric flat. “There.”

Dex glanced down. “Looks professional.”

“I should hope so.”

“You always make me look better.”

“You make that very difficult.”

“I try.” He jokes.

“I know.” You tease back while gently stroking his cheek and catching the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

My ridiculous man. You thought as you reached for the damp cloth beside you.

“Here.”

“What?”

“You've got blood.”

“Where?”

Instead of answering, you gently wiped dried blood from the edge of his jaw, and Dex's eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into the cloth and your touch like it was the safest place in the world.

Foggy watched quietly, noticing the ease that was between you two.

“There,” you finished cleaning the last streak of blood before tossing the cloth aside. “All better.”

“Thank you, baby.”

He thanked you? Karen thought as she felt something inside her chest shift. For wiping blood off his face?

You moved your hands lower to examine his ribs, and the moment your fingertips pressed against the bruising, Dex inhaled sharply.

“There?”

“Mhm.”

“I'm sorry.”

“You keep apologising.”

“Because I don't like seeing you hurt.”

His gaze softened impossibly. “I'm okay.”

“You will be.” You say as your healing powers warmed beneath your palms again. Not enough to erase everything but just enough to make the bruising settle.

Dex sighed quietly. “That feels nice.”

“I know.”

“You always know.” His hand squeezed yours once, and you smiled without thinking.

Across the room, Karen swallowed her mixed emotions. For months she struggled to understand what everyone else seemed to see, but now she was beginning to.

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Fresh bandages covered Dex’s side as the bleeding had finally stopped, and the colour had begun returning to his face little by little. 

Your healing abilities had taken the edge off his injuries, but you hadn't pushed them too far. You were tired enough already, and Dex hated when you exhausted yourself because of him.

“I'm going to steal your shower.” Matt said while pulling off one of his gloves.

A small smile tugged at your mouth. “You know where everything is.”

“We practically lived here while Foggy was recovering.” He nodded before disappearing down the hallway, the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut echoing softly through the clinic before silence settled again.

“Food?” Foggy asked glancing toward Karen.

Karen looked at him confused before realisation struck her. “Oh shit, I was supposed to buy dinner.”

“You were.” Foggy laughed. 

She looked at you. “Have you forgotten to eat again?”

You blinked. “…no.”

All three of them looked at you with raised eyebrows. 

“…yes.” You sighed.

“I knew it.” Karen said as Foggy grabbed his jacket from the back of a chair. “We'll go grab takeout.”

“You don't have to—”

“We're going.” Karen smiled knowingly. “And don't even think about arguing.”

You laughed quietly. “Fine.”

Foggy reached the door before looking back at Dex. “You want anything?”

Only you could see the surprise in his eyes at Foggy’s question. “I’ll have whatever she's having.”

“Thought so.” Foggy couldn't help smiling.

The back door closed behind them, and the only sounds heard were the gentle buzz of fluorescent lights, the faded shower water running, and the steady rhythm of Dex's breathing.

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You turned back toward him. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.” He murmured as his eyes drooped. 

“I know.” You whispered while reaching for the edge of his bandage again.

It was perfect and exactly where you'd left it, but you checked it anyway.

Dex watched you for a long moment before speaking. “Didn't want you to see me like this.”

Your hands stopped as you looked up. His eyes weren't filled with embarrassment but something much rarer. Vulnerability.

You moved yourself a little closer on the bed. “I've seen you bleeding before.”

“Not like this.”

“You mean,” You searched his face gently. “Needing help?”

He didn't answer, and he didn't have to because you understood. The first time he came to you all those months ago wasn’t because he was injured but because he wanted to see you again after years of imprisonment. 

Slowly, you reached up and cupped his cheek. “Dex.”

His eyes lifted to meet yours immediately.

“I want to see every version of you.” Your thumb brushed gently beneath his eye.

“The angry one.”

He gave a tiny smile.

“The stubborn one.”

“Rude.” He pouts. 

“The quiet one.” You stroke his cheek. 

“The man who remembers exactly how I take my hot chocolate.” You gently lean over him.

“The man who insists on walking me home even when I tell him I can manage.” You kiss his lips gently. 

“The man who sleeps better when I'm beside him.”

His eyes softened with every sentence.

“The man who gives me every hoodie he owns because he says I'll steal them anyway.”

A quiet laugh escaped him.

“You do steal them.”

“I don’t.” You laugh before leaning forward until your foreheads rest together. “You don’t scare me, Dex, so show me all of you.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, quietly he said, “I don't like feeling weak.”

Your heart ached. “You aren't weak.”

His shoulders finally relaxed as the slight tension you'd felt in him since he'd woken dissolved beneath your touch.

“I've got you.” You brushed your nose lightly against his.

His eyes closed. “I know.”

You smiled. “Good.”

His hand slowly found yours again, and your fingers intertwined naturally.

His thumb lazily stroked the back of your hand. “So…”

“So?”

“We were supposed to have dinner.”

“We still are.”

“You've had a long day.”

“So have you.”

“I ruined it.”

“You got stabbed.”

“I still ruined it.”

A soft laugh escaped you. “You have a very dramatic definition of ruining something.”

He tilted his head. “… You'll still stay?”

The question was so quiet you almost missed it.

“Dex.” Your expression softened instantly as you lifted your joined hands and kissed his knuckles. “I'm staying.”

Relief crossed his face so quickly it almost hurt to witness. “Always?”

“Always.” 

He shifted carefully, wincing as he tried to sit up straighter, and you were beside him immediately.

“Careful.” You slipped one arm around his shoulders to steady him, and without hesitation, he leaned into you as your hand automatically drifted into his hair, smoothing it back from his forehead.

“You always fuss.”

“You always get injured.”

“Fair.” He said as lips brushed your wrist in a featherlight kiss.

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The clinic door opened quietly, but neither of you noticed as Karen stepped inside before Foggy. 

“I forgot the—” She stopped so abruptly that Foggy nearly walked into her.

“What?”

He followed her gaze to where you were lying beside Dex on the examination bed. One hand buried gently in his hair and the other still wrapped in his.

Dex's eyes were closed as he rested with his head on your chest, and you smiled at something he'd whispered too quietly for either of them to hear before kissing his forehead without thinking.

The smile that grew on his face from the affection was one Karen had never seen before. It wasn’t cocky, or smug, or amused, but content. 

Completely and utterly content.

Foggy quietly touched Karen's arm, and when she turned to look at him, he simply shook his head once.

Not now. His eyes said. 

Karen slowly picked up the forgotten takeaway menus from the counter beside the door, and neither of you noticed as they quietly stepped back outside again.

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The rain from earlier had slowed to a light drizzle by the time Karen and Foggy started walking toward the diner.

For several blocks, neither of them spoke until Karen broke the silence. “I think I understand now.”

Foggy glanced sideways at her. “I figured you might.”

Karen let out a slow breath. “I'm still worried.”

“I know.”

“He's still Bullseye.”

“He is.”

“He'll always be dangerous.”

Foggy nodded. “That's true.”

She looked down at the pavement. “I don't think I'll ever completely stop being afraid of what he's capable of.”

“You shouldn't.”

She frowned. “But…”

“He loves her.” Foggy smiled softly. “He really does, and she loves him.”

“She looks…” She searched for the words. “Like she's finally stopped carrying everything by herself.”

Foggy's smile grew. “Yeah.”

“She's always been taking care of everyone else.”

“I know.”

“And now…” Karen's words trailed off. 

“Someone takes care of her.” Foggy said softly.

Karen nodded slowly. “Did you see how he notices everything?”

“He does.” Foggy laughed. “Probably more than Matt does.”

“And the way she looked at him…” Karen shook her head with a disbelieving smile. “I've never seen her look at anyone like that.”

Foggy tucked his hands into his pockets. “Soulmates are funny like that.”

Karen looked at him confused.

“I used to think it was just about fate.” He carried on.

“It isn't?” She asked.

“I think it's about finding the one person who somehow keeps choosing you.”

“And somehow…” He looked back toward the clinic. “They always find their way back to each other.”

Karen thought about that terrible night. About the violence Dex committed, the prison, the distance, and about every reason those two shouldn't have worked.

Yet somehow… here you were.

She smiled to herself. “I think he knows.”

Foggy raised an eyebrow. “Knows what?”

Karen looked through the rain toward the glowing windows of the clinic one last time, and she could just make out your silhouette beside Dex's.

A warmth settled quietly in her chest. “That he's her home.”

Foggy followed her gaze, and after a long moment, he smiled. “I think you're right.”

Together, they turned toward the diner, leaving the warm light of the clinic behind, while inside, neither you nor Dex noticed they'd ever come back. Too busy sitting together with your fingers still laced together and quietly talking about what to watch after dinner. 

And for the first time in a long time, the people who loved you most weren't wondering if they were about to lose you.

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[sun-hashira]

Lover

summary: between carnival games, inside jokes, and stolen kisses, you and Dex finally begin to feel like something real.

who: Benjamin “Dex” Poindexter/Bullseye x Female!Murdock Reader

word count: 2.7K

warnings: soulmate au, mentions of past injuries, hints of violence, and obsessive themes. If I have missed any please let me know!

divider by: @uzmacchiato

a/n: Part 8 of the Glitch Series! Like before feedback is welcome!

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Previous Chapter: The Other Side Of The Door

“And at every table, I’ll save you a seat, lover…“ — Lover by Taylor Swift

Foggy looked healthier than he did when you were last at his apartment, not fully healed yet and not back to himself completely, but healthier.

The bruising around his side had faded months ago, while his scar that matched yours had been healing nicely over the past few weeks, and the colour had finally returned to his face now that he was no longer spending every second trapped in a hospital room.

Your powers had helped keep him stable that night while the surgeries had saved his life, and seeing him finally released from the hospital and sitting across from you in his apartment wearing one of his ridiculous avocado-patterned shirts made something old and heavy finally lift off your chest.

“You’re staring.” Foggy said, pointing his sandwich that you got him from Pop’s Deli Corner at you suspiciously.

“You almost died,” you shrugged, taking a bite of your own sandwich. “I’m allowed to stare.”

“I got shot once and suddenly everybody gets weirdly emotional,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “You were also shot that night!”

“You got shot on purpose I got shot accidentally.” You grinned.

“And thanks to your creepy but amazing healing powers I’m alive enough to eat this delicious sandwich that you got me.” Foggy pointed his sandwich at you again. “So technically we’re even.”

You snorted softly, shaking your head as you leaned back further into his sofa.

The afternoon sunlight spilling through the windows made the apartment feel warm and comfortable, and for the first time in days, your shoulders weren’t slightly tense.

“You look better too,” he said casually.

You blinked. “I do?”

“Yeah.” He took another bite of his sandwich before talking around the half-chewed food in his mouth. “Less haunted.”

“That’s disgusting.” You rolled your eyes. “And rude.”

“It’s true.”

His words were right because the past few weeks had steadily changed something inside you.

You had stopped fighting yourself every second of every day, stopped pretending you didn’t want Dex, stopped pretending his touch didn’t calm you, and stopped pretending you didn’t feel happiest curled beside him while he held you and treated you like you were something precious, something sacred.

The realisation still scared you slightly, but it no longer felt wrong or impossible.

Foggy watched you carefully for a moment.

“So,” he said slowly. “How’s he treating you?”

Your lips twitched before you could stop them and Foggy noticed immediately. Curse your traitorous face.

“He’s…” You huffed out a soft laugh. “Attentive.”

“Attentive?”

“He notices everything.”

Foggy snorted quietly. “Yeah, that tracks from what I’ve heard.”

You smiled despite yourself.

“He remembers weirdly specific things too,” you admitted. “Like what I drink after rough clinic shifts or when I forget to eat lunch.”

Foggy’s expression softened slightly as he watched you speak. “You smile when you talk about him now.”

The words caught you off guard enough that your smile faded slightly as Foggy leaned back into the couch cushions.

“Matt hears it,” he said quietly. “I get to see it.”

Emotion tightened unexpectedly in your chest because that was exactly it, wasn’t it? Matt heard every tiny change in your heartbeat whenever Dex texted you or called you or when you spoke about him. But Foggy will see the way your entire face softens whenever these things happen.

You looked down at your hands, suddenly nervous. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Foggy’s voice gentled. “I know.”

Your fingers twisted together slightly. “He still scares me sometimes,” you admitted quietly.

“Not for myself. He’s just…” You sighed softly. “He’s still him.”

He’s possessive and obsessive and violent and bloody and deadly, but despite all of that, there is still a softness he only seems to reserve for you.

Bullseye.

Foggy was quiet for a moment before speaking carefully. “But he treats you well?”

Your answer came instantly. “Yes.”

There was no hesitation in your words no confusion no forcefulness but just pure, undoubted certainty that somehow felt more revealing than everything else.

Foggy watched you for another long moment before smiling faintly.

“Then that’s what matters most to me.”

Your throat tightened slightly. “Karen still thinks I’m insane.”

“You are,” Foggy snorted. “If Karen is just noticing that, then she must’ve been blind these past few years.”

“That doesn’t help.”

“She’s worried,” he corrected gently. “We all are.”

Your eyes dropped again. “I know.”

“But,” Foggy continued, “I also know you.”

That made you look back up at him.

“And if you’re choosing him,” he said softly, “then I trust there’s a reason.”

Emotions hit you suddenly and hard enough that you had to blink quickly to stop the tears. God, you made the right choice choosing this man as another brother.

Because even when things got complicated, when you both disagreed, and when he struggled to understand. He still loved you enough to try.

Foggy’s eyes narrowed slightly then. “You’re smiling again.”

“I am not.”

“You are.”

“I’m literally not.”

“You’ve got that annoying happy look.”

You groaned dramatically, throwing one of the couch cushions at him while he laughed loudly enough to make you laugh too and maybe that was another sign things were changing because for months every conversation with Matt or Karen about Dex had ended in arguments, in tension, and in guilt.

Now you were laughing.

Foggy caught the cushion before pointing at you again. “So what’s tonight’s mystery date?”

Your stomach fluttered embarrassingly fast, and you hated that his lawyer instincts meant he quickly noticed.

“Oh my God,” Foggy gasped dramatically. “That face was disgustingly fond.”

“I hate you.” You groan burying your face in your hands.

“You’re blushing!”

“I’m leaving.”

Foggy laughed harder as you stood from the couch and grabbed your bag, pretending to leave.

“Holy shit,” he realised suddenly. “You really like him.”

You rolled your eyes as you sat back down even as warmth spread through your chest.

“He’s picking me up later.”

“And he won’t tell you where?”

“Nope.”

Foggy smiled despite himself.

“Well,” he said softly, “have fun.”

And somehow that simple sentence calmed every nerve you had while it settled warmly inside your chest all afternoon.

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When Dex arrived later that evening

your elderly neighbour, Miss Queenie, nearly dropped her grocery bag trying to unlock her door and discreetly stare at him.

Which honestly would’ve been less embarrassing if she’d actually been discreet.

You stepped into the hallway wearing a sage green sweater and black jeans, immediately noticing that Dex was already watching you.

Always watching you.

His gaze moved slowly over your outfit before softening almost imperceptibly.

“You’re staring,” you teased lightly as you locked your apartment door.

“You’re beautiful.”

Heat rushed into your cheeks instantly. His compliments came so easily yet it still made you blush every single time. 

You could barely ignore Miss Queenie’s soft gasp from down the hallway, like she’s watching a live television drama.

She was a sweet old lady really, always checking on you and fussing around you like a grandmother whilst bringing you the sweet desserts that she baked every Sunday.  

Dex stepped closer before lifting something in his hand and showing a small bundle of lavender wrapped carefully in brown paper.

Your chest fluttered immediately.

“It helps you sleep,” he said quietly. “And relax.”

God, there it was again. That attentiveness you couldn’t deny liking.

Your fingers brushed his gently as you took it from him, breathing in the soft, calming scent.

“You remembered.”

“Yes.”

Something warm and aching spread through your chest because not many people noticed things like this about you, not really, and it’s not because they didn’t care to.

But because most people saw a reliable healer when looking at you. Someone who can fix wounds with her weird powers, someone whose twin brother is blind, and someone whose parents are long gone. 

But Dex only saw you.

You smiled softly before leaning up and pressing a kiss against his cheek.

Miss Queenie gasped louder this time as Dex looked deeply pleased with himself.

“You’re enjoying this,” you muttered.

“Yes, I am.” He smiled with a shrug before grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers together, and leading you out of your apartment building. 

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The carnival he brought you to was chaos in the best possible way.

Lights flashed overhead in vibrant colours while loud music mixed with laughter and shouting drifted through the cool evening air and mixed with the scent of fried food and sugar.

You immediately loved it.

“You’re smiling again,” he observed.

“You’re very observable.” You teased while excitedly swinging your joined hands back and forth. 

His mouth curved into a smile at the excited movements and your shared inside joke, causing your stomach to flutter stupidly.

Ever since Matt gave you the best approval he could give that evening at the diner, things between you and Dex had become softer and easier with texts at strange hours, phone

calls after shifts, movie nights, coffee in the mornings, and nights spent tangled together.

And honestly? You had never been happier. Because being with Dex had stopped feeling like a complicated moral dilemma, and now he just feels like yours.

Which was still a problem for Karen, but she’s slowly coming around.

“You wanna play?” you asked suddenly, pointing towards one of the game stalls.

Dex glanced toward the booth and then back at you as his smile turned into a wide grin. “Yes.”

You narrowed your eyes immediately. “That sounded threatening.”

“It wasn’t.” He said, still grinning, as he pulled you towards the stall you had pointed at. 

It absolutely was.

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Ten minutes later, you were losing horribly.

“This game is rigged,” you accused, turning to look at Dex. 

“It isn’t.” He denied his cheeks flushed from laughing at you. 

“It absolutely is.” You pouted before picking up another ball to throw. 

Dex watched calmly as the ball bounced uselessly away from the bottles you’d been trying to knock down for the past five minutes.

Meanwhile he’d already won a stuffed cow that looked like your slippers and a tiny devil with horns that he claimed looked like Matt. 

You still hadn’t forgiven him for that comment, which made you unattractively snort in front of all these strangers. 

“You’re not gonna hurt it, you know?” Dex questioned.

You turned slowly toward him. “Excuse me?”

“You hesitate before release.”

“You sound insane.” You exclaimed.

“I’m correct.” He laughed. 

You narrowed your eyes further while pointing a finger at him. “I’m banning you from carnival games.”

“Sounds like a skill issue for you.” He teased while raising his hands in mock surrender.

You gasped loudly enough that the game attendant, who now knows both of your names, laughed.

“Oh my God,” you whined dramatically. “You’re annoying.”

Dex took the ball gently from your hand before stepping behind you. Your breath caught softly as his chest pressed lightly against your back.

“Shoulders relaxed,” he murmured near your ear.

Warmth spread instantly down your spine. 

His hand covered yours gently. “Then throw.”

You did.

The ball immediately missed, and you stared at it silently as Dex burst into laughter. 

“That was your fault!” You cried trying to stop the smile sneaking onto your face. 

“No, it wasn’t.” He laughed harder. 

“It was the emotional pressure.”

“You’re terrible at this.”

“I’m not touching another game again.”

Dex looked very amused by your lack of ball-throwing skills, especially after winning you another stuffed animal two minutes later.

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By the time you reached the food stalls, Dex was carrying nearly every prize because he apparently didn’t believe in moderation once he started winning things for you.

“This is excessive,” you informed him while stealing a bite of his funnel cake.

“You looked at them.”

“That doesn’t mean you needed to win all of them.”

“Yes, it does.” He said, taking a bite himself.  

You laughed softly, shaking your head before wiping powdered sugar from the corner of his mouth with your thumb.

Dex went still instantly.

The way he looked at you after moments like that still made your heart stumble. Like every small touch mattered enormously to him.

You grabbed his free hand before he could say anything and tugged him toward another stall.

“Come on,” you said, intertwining your fingers again. “I want some cotton candy before the ferris wheel.”

Dex followed immediately with a smile on his face as he looked at your interlocked hands.

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The Ferris wheel was slower than you expected. Higher too.

By the time your cart reached the top, the entire carnival stretched beneath you in glowing golds and reds and pinks beneath the night sky.

Beautiful. You thought while resting your head against Dex’s shoulder as the wheel paused.

For a while neither of you spoke as you enjoyed the quiet and the scenery below. Your fingers gently playing with his while the lights reflected across his face.

“You happy?” you asked quietly, moving your head to look up at him.

Dex looked at you immediately. “Yes.”

The honesty of it warmed your chest as Dex’s thumb brushed gently over your knuckles.

“I like hearing you laugh.” He whispered. 

The soft confession hit you straight in the chest because he had never admitted something this vulnerable before. 

Your throat tightened unexpectedly.

“You hear it a lot lately,” you whispered.

“I know.”

“You’re the cause of it a lot lately as well.” You confessed, leaning back into his side. 

“I am?” He whispered again as something vulnerable flickered across his face then.

Something warm.

Instead of answering, you leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss against his jaw as his eyes fluttered closed and his arm tightened around you. 

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After the Ferris wheel ended, the two of you were walking hand in hand around the carnival, taking in the sights you had just seen from above, when a man shoved into you before continuing through the crowd with no apology. 

But Dex reacted instantly.

One second he was warm beside you, then the next he was sharp and dangerous. 

You saw it immediately in the way his face turned cold, how his shoulders tensed, the way his hand drifted towards the handful of small knives that you know he always kept on him, and in the way his eyes followed the man like he was prey.

How Dex quickly became Bullseye.

Your hand slid gently against his wrist.

“Dex.”

His attention snapped back to you instantly, and while the tension eased slightly, the dark look in his eyes didn’t fully disappear.

“He didn’t hurt me,” you said softly.

Dex stared at you for another second before nodding once, but his hand immediately found the small of your back afterward. The hold, while gentle, was protective. Possessive. 

And honestly? You kind of liked it.

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By the time you got home, your cheeks hurt from smiling.

You were breathless from laughing while trying to unlock your apartment door because Dex insisted on balancing four stuffed animals in one arm while carrying snacks in the other.

“You absolutely did not need to win me this many prizes.” You said, turning to look at him. 

“Yes, I did.”

“You’re insane.” You smiled, shaking your head. 

“You like me.” He teased. 

True. You thought warmly as you looked at him standing there beneath the apartment hallway lights, carrying ridiculous carnival prizes for you and smiling like he was the happiest man alive.

This man had become part of your life so naturally that the thought of him not being there anymore suddenly felt inconceivable.

Oh, you love this man. 

Your chest tightened softly.

The apartment door finally unlocked, and before you could overthink anything, you grabbed the front of Dex’s jacket and pulled him inside while you laughed softly as one of the stuffed animals fell from his hands and onto the hallway floor.

“Careful,” Dex warned softly before kissing you deeply.

“You be careful.” You murmured against his lips. 

The sound of Miss Queenie opening her apartment door was what broke the kiss as your sweet elderly neighbour chose the wrong moment to leave her home. 

Taking one look at your flushed face and your hand tangled in his jacket while the stuffed animal was abandoned in the hallway, she smiled knowingly.

“About time,” she said, picking up her bottles of milk. “I’ve listened to her gush about you for far too long.”

Dex looked delighted at what she said while you froze in horror as she disappeared back into her home after revealing what you thought was a secret between neighbours. 

“I’m moving apartments,” you muttered.

“No, you’re not.” Dex said before kissing you again. 

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[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

sometimes I’m reminded that there are still people who don’t know ao3 was literally created by incest shippers — and the site’s sole purpose is to 1. be completely against censorship and 2. host all kinds of dark, taboo fics that are banned on other platforms — and the first ever fic that was posted on ao3 was a fic about an incest ship from supernatural.

you are in the house that was created by freaks. for freaks (affectionate). every disgusting thing you can think of is rightfully allowed and welcomed on ao3, because they are exactly the reasons why ao3 was created in the first place.

ao3 was created because its creators got tired of censorship, they got tired of dark and taboo fics getting banned on pro-censorship platforms, and they wanted a place that was safe for ALL FICS THAT WERE DARK AND TABOO.

ao3’s main principle is being against censorship and being proship / profic.

there are some things in fiction that make me uncomfortable, but instead of shaming people who are just minding their own business and not harming anyone in real life, I choose to curate my own internet experience by blocking/muting what I don’t want to see. ao3 has excellent tagging system, so instead of being a bitch, use their tagging system properly and you won’t see the things you don’t want to see.

it’s your job to curate what you see. it’s not other people’s jobs or responsibilities to censor themselves for your personal comfort. the world does not revolve around you.

also you cannot censor “only the things you personally hate” without expecting everything else, that isn’t of conservative beliefs, to be censored too. because censorship is a slippery slope and a fascist tool. I promise you there are people who think “why do tags for queer love even exist on ao3? they’re grooming children”.

if you allow the things that you hate to be censored — because someone with enough power gets to control what other people can and cannot create/consume, it will not stop at the things that you hate.

*illustration by sillyalexnorris

[toxicanonymity]

AUDIO RECS WANTED 🫦

Male pitch, heavy breathing, moaning, jacking off, can’t help themselves, shouldn’t be doing this, just want you so bad, need to be inside you, secretly fucking, losing control, Dubcon, stepcest, urgency, in public, less is more, don’t really wanna see their face, and anything you think I’d be into, knowing me. Bonus for northern (especislly Boston / southie) and midwestern accents

[loveletters2cowboys]

I WANT IT ALL

Pairings: dbf! joel miller x dbf! jack abbot x reader

Summary: You graduated college and were home for the summer. After a late night conversation in your dad’s backyard, his best friends show you why guys your age are nothing compared to older men.

Warning: 18+ (MDNI), Heavy makeout, p in v, threesome, unprotected sex, cringe dad jokes(unfortunately),dad's best friend trope, perverted thoughts, angst, free use, breeding, dub-con (MILD), READER IS IN 20S, JOEL AND JACK ARE IN 50S, dub con, oral (m & f receiving), double blowjobs, tongue fucking masturbation, double penetration, double vaginal penetration, semi-public sex, creampies, vaginal stretching(mild), spitplay, overstimulation, use of pet names (bunny).

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this! I just wanted to add a disclaimer that my blogs do not reflect how JOEL MILLER AND JACK ABBOT act in their series and game. Please bear with me when it comes to Jack, I do not know much about him. I haven’t watched Pitt yet but he's so dbf coded so I had to write about him. I'm so sorry if this story isn't good enough, I am starting to feel burnt out.

Word Count: 8.0k

After graduating college, you headed back to your home town for the summer. You wanted to pay your dad a visit before starting your psychology internship in Seattle.

The stay at his house was fine but tension was rising in the house when two of his dad’s best friends came to your dad’s house on a daily basis. Joel and Jack knew your dad since they were in grade school, they practically grew up together. You didn’t know much about them because you didn’t live with your dad until you were 17 years old. And at 18, you stayed at the house only for a few months before heading out of state for college.

The only thing you truly learned about his friends was that Joel was a contractor and carpenter while Jack was an attending physician at an emergency department. You didn’t really understand their bond due to their differences but you didn't really question it.

As the weeks went by, you gradually started engaging in conversations with them. Jack loved holding deeper conversations even though he would run jokes with you every now and then . On the other hand, Joel was a man of few words, he talked to you but not enough to open up easily as Jack.

You started to develop feelings for the both of them and enjoyed their company more. The attraction made you curse at yourself more often. At college, you weren't used to seeing gruff men like them, especially due to the fact that you lived in the city areas where finance majors and fraternity boys seemed to exist on every corner.

Jack and Joel looked like men who spent their life working with their hands. They were towering in height and shielded in muscles that couldn't be replicated by going to the gym. They carried themselves with a commanding but calm presence that made you gravitate towards them.

You felt so wrong for finding these grown men attractive. They were your dad’s best friends and old enough to be your father so that made them completely off limits. But they were such a rare type of handsome that you couldn't stop your eyes from stealing stares at them.

Jack’s features were so soft but expressive while Joel’s were dark but captivating. The one thing you noticed about them the most was their gray hairs. Jack’s hair and beard was entirely covered in a mixture of dark and light silvers while Joel’s brunette curls were peppered in grey, same with his trimmed beard.

Whenever they came over to watch football with your dad, you found every excuse in the books to stay down stairs to do unnecessary chores or search for something that didn't need to be found. Your gaze would linger on them from across the room to get a better look.

On nights they came over for dinner, you spent extra time on your appearance, wearing your smallest tights or even allowing the lace of your bra to show under your loose shirts.

Eventually, you found yourself wondering if they were seeing anyone.

It was now late June and your dad decided it was the perfect weather to host a small barbeque with some neighbors. The UV’s were very high so you chose to tan by the pool before all the neighbors got to the house.

After about an hour of sitting by the pool, familiar faces crowded in the extended backyard as the young kids chased each other around the yard and had fun in the pool. You played with the kids in the pool to make sure they were being safe because their parents were too occupied with chatting on the patio.

For most of the day, your dad was on the grill cooking every single meat that could be eaten or conversing and running jokes with Joel and Jack. While you swam in the pool, you found yourself noticing men more than you intended to.

Every time your eyes flickered toward the patio, one of them seemed to be looking back. Jack would smile and lift his beer in acknowledgment while Joel would swiftly look away, taking another sip. As the evening went on, it became impossible to ignore their gazes on you and somehow that made your stomach flutter.

The sun began to set so the barbecue slowly died down. The younger children were called inside while the adults remained gathered around the patio with beers and plates of food.

After you made sure all the kids were inside the house, watching an old cartoon, you decided to head back outside to where Joel and Jack sat to get yourself a nice cold drink.

Your dad was still inside, grabbing more meat for the grill so you took his empty seat between his two best friends. With a dramatic sigh, you plopped down into the lawn chair as you started drying your chlorine-soaked hair with your towel.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Jack welcomed, shifting in his chair. Something in his expression eased when you sat between them. Joel’s eyes briefly lifted from his beer, his gaze lingering on you before he took another sip.“Joel was just talking about how good you are with the kids.”

“Really?” You laughed softly as you leaned forward to open the plastic cooler.

“That ain't what I meant,” Joel immediately grumbled under his breath before bringing his eyes to anywhere but you.

The ice had melted out, leaving a couple more beers and sodas to float in the cold water of the cooler. You hastily dug your hand into the water and took out a beer bottle.

“It’s okay to give compliments, Joel.”Jack stated in a taunting manner as he gestured to his bottle towards Joel. He uttered something under his breath, not feeding into Jack’s jokes.

After cracking open your beer bottle, you halted when Jack’s large hand wrapped around the neck of it, nearly yanking the bottle out of your hold. “Your dad knows you drink?” Jack inquired thoughtfully, bringing his delicate gaze to your face.

“Jack, I am twenty-three.” You answered back with a chuckle before jerking the bottle from his tight grip.

“She ain’t no little girl anymore.” Joel added with a snarky remark. The slick comment pushed Jack to stare at Joel with an expression that you couldn't quite read. The stare must have meant a million words to them, Joel puffed a grunt and trailed his attention to the pool.

There was an embarrassing stillness as you held the glass of the bottle up to your lips and took a little sip. In a flash, the scarcely sweet but coarse flavor danced against your taste buds before you forced yourself to swallow.

“So miss graduate, what did they teach you over at college?” Jack questioned while crossing his arms against his chest, his enormous freckled biceps flexed against the sleeves of his black shirt.

“Psychology.” You gave an answer, looking down at your open bottle.

“What made you pick that?” Jack asked as he leaned closer to you in pure curiosity. Your body was growing stiff at how close he was to you.

“I always wanted to understand why people do the things they do.” You truthfully said, the explanation bringing your mom to your mind before you could block the thought of her out. Unintentionally, your shoulders constricted as you swallowed the lump forming in your throat.

“That's great,” Jack stated before your thoughts could haul you away. “Well, can you figure us out?” He raised a humorous question with a chuckle as his eyes scanned your face. You started feeling the intensity of Joel’s gaze scorching your skin as you tucked a piece of your damp hair behind your ears.

For a second, you paused and shifted against the material of the chair. “Not completely,” You murmured at Jack’s question, still pondering on it.

“Probably for the best.” Joel interrupted while manspreading his legs further and scarcely lifting his hips in the chair.

Due to his comment, you settled on going for the kill and turning to Joel. “Joel’s probably just emotionally unavailable.” You mocked, your hungry eyes skimming against the side of his perfect face.

Jack cracked a baritone chuckle, glancing at how rigid Joel’s posture had become. “Damn sweetheart, you gave Joel no mercy.”Jack made an effort to contain his laughter as he shook his head. Eventually, Joel’s dark, captivating eyes made contact with yours as he poked his tongue against his cheek.

“Don’t need some college girl telling me what’s wrong with me.” Joel said in a bothered fashion as his rough hands skimmed against the dark grey hairs of his beard.

“Nobody said anything was wrong with you,” You corrected. “It was just a small observation.”

“Well your observation ain't true,” Joel replied, his deep southern drawl held a hint of disturbance in it.. “You can't read our minds.”

“That’s exactly what somebody with something wrong with them would say.” Jack grinned, putting fuel to the fire as he pointed his finger at Joel.

Before you could respond, your dad appeared back in sight, carrying plates of seasoned burger patties and a carton of beer. “Someone, give me a hand here.” Your dad requested, concentrating on not dropping anything on his freshly mowed grass.

Joel was already standing before your dad finished speaking, almost like he wanted no part in the conversation you were having.

“How many burgers are you making this time?” Jack questioned in amazement. “Trying to feed the whole damn county?”

“You say that every time I grill and still eat six of them.” Your dad scoffed while handing Joel the cartons of beer in his grip.

“Four.” Jack corrected in a feisty manner.

“More like seven.” Joel chimed in, holding onto the cartons then moving his attention to Jack. Jack gasped in mock offense like Joel had just cursed his whole bloodline.

“Y’all sound like a married old couple.” You interrupted, pushing your dad to proudly grin at your comeback. Joel snorted then walked towards the grill, completely departing from the conversation.

“He’s always mad at the world.” Your dad tsked then laughed.

“Don't make him have any more drinks,” Jack cautioned. “Next thing you know he's flipping over tables for no reason.

“You damn right.” Your dad laughed as he began walking over to the grill but halted and turned his attention to you. “Princess, go keep an eye on the kids inside before they break something.” Before you could respond, your dad was walking away from Jack and you.

“We can finish this conversation later,” You politely excused yourself after turning to Jack and handing him your beer.

“Go do your thing, sweetheart.”

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Your dad, Joel, and Jack had remained on the patio long after everyone else had left, talking over their beers and playing a card game. While they debated over the game, you cleaned up the paper plates and empty cups lingering on the table.

You couldn’t help but notice how much more Joel seemed to glance at you after your observation on him. Whenever you passed by the table, his eyes would shortly follow you before he returned his attention to the cards in his hand. More than once, you caught him staring only for him to glide his tongue against his bottom lip and look away.

“I'm too old for this, I'm going to bed.” My dad announced as he threw all the cards onto the wooden table.

“You just can’t take losing.” Jack replied, leaning back in his chair as he stretched. The extended movement caused the fabric of his black shirt to ride up, revealing a faint trail of grey hairs that went under the waistband on his pants.

You couldn't help but drift your eyes down to the trail of hairs as you took up the last few red cups off the table and dropped them into the garbage bag. When you looked back up, Joel was around watching you. His jaw slightly tightened as he huffed.

“You got me there, bud.” Your dad said in defeat as he arose from his seat with a pained grunt.

“Knew you would tap out.” Joel smirked.

“Watch it.” Your dad warned, pointing his cards at Joel as you all laughed. “Alright, don't stay up too late.” Your dad added while collecting his beer and the rest of the scattered cards on the table. “If you guys need to crash here tonight, feel free to.”

“I’m going to sit by the pool for alittle.” You announced as you placed the bag filled with plastic beside the leg of the table. Your dad promptly halted with a bewildered look on his face.

“By yourself?”

“Dad, I am grown.” You replied with a scoff as you started to take off your loose tanktop, revealing your black triangle bikini top. Joel and Jack’s gaze heated your skin while you also slid off your jean shorts.

“And you’re still my daughter.” My dad argued before looking between Joel and Jack. “Y’all mind keeping her company?”

“Wouldn’t mind one bit.” Jack immediately responded as he stood up from his seat faster than necessary.

“She doesn't need babysitting.” Joel sighed into his beer as his eyes trailed down your figure, sending your posture straightening under his gaze.

“It's 1 in the morning, just make sure she's safe.” Your dad pleaded with Joel as he strolled towards the sliding door of the house.

“Get your rest, we would take really good care of her.” Jack chimed in before a fuss could leaveJoel’s lips. Jack’s caring clarification was enough for your dad to make his way into the house. You scoffed and proceeded to walk off the patio and toward the pool.

When you got to the blue, glowing pool, you instantly plunged into the water. The chilly, chlorine-filled water clung against your skin as gravity pulled you down to the bottom of the pool.

Once you surfaced, your eyes immediately found Joel and Jack. They were making their way toward the extended blue sofa beside the pool, murmuring something to each other.

You swam to the edge of the pool and rested your hands against the concrete. “You guys don't want to get in?” You said, a small smirk tugging on your lips as you looked up at them sitting on the sofa. “The water's nice.”

They both denied your harmless offer so for the next couple of minutes, you continued swimming before boredom then settled in you. Jack would cheer whenever you attempted to do something silly, laughing at you when you lost balance or splashed the water too hard. On the other hand, Joel stayed quiet and watched you when you floated on the surface of the water.

Eventually, you climbed the steps of the pool, beads of water rolling down your skin and soaking the concrete under your feet. You made your way over towards Jack and Joel, wrapping your arms against your cold body. When you got to the sofa, Jack extended his arm to hand you your pastel pink towel.

“Well aren't you a pro?” Jack teased with a smile. You took the towel with a small laugh and thanked him, running the towel against your soft skin as it absorbed the water clinging to your body.

A swell of Silence crammed the air as your eyes shifted to Joel’s while you completely dried off. You motioned closer to the sofa, laying your towel on the empty cushion between the two then plopping down with a weary whine. Jack sat beside you with a beer in his hand while Joel leaned back against the cushion, his eyes fixed somewhere beyond the water of the pool.

The silence didn't last long because Jack turned to you and said,“Heard you got an internship.”

“Sure did.” You instantly smiled, proud at how far you've come as you combed your fingers through your damp hair.

“Congratulations on that.” Jack complimented in a calm deep tone, lowering his gaze to the rim of his bottle. “I am so happy for you.”

“Thank you, hard work pays off.” You muttered.

Jack nodded like he was sitting with his thoughts for a moment before loosely crossing his muscular arms against his chest.

“So Seattle, huh?” Joel finally spoke, leaning slightly forward on the sofa as his deep southern drawl hung heavy in the air. “That’s a long way from home.”

“That’s the idea.” You replied, letting out a long exhale.

“You must be so excited.” Jack heartily assumed before bringing the bottle of his beer to his full lips.

“I guess so.”You hesitated as you nervously fidgeted with the hems of your towel.

Joel looked over at you as a quiet scoff came from deep in his chest. “Guess so?”Joel echoed your response like he was personally insulted.

“I don't know,”With a defeated snort, you shrugged and leaned against the sofa’s cushion. “Everyone acts like after graduation, you’re supposed to make you feel like you’ve got your whole life figured out.”

“Even after decades, that feeling never comes,”Jack replied with a soft laugh. “Trust me on that, sweetheart.”

“You’re a doctor though,” You stated as your eyebrows creased together in puzzlement.

“And?”

“You save people.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t even know what I’m doing half the time.” Jack said, the answer burst the image you had built of him but it somewhat made you feel better about leaving for Seattle.

“Nobody does.” Joel agreed in a grunt before shifting his sitting position and resting his ankle over his knee.

There was a momentary silence before Jack’s eyes lingered on you longer than necessary, making your breath delicately hitch under his stare.

“You miss college?” Jack then raised a question. Before answering his question, you shyly broke the fierce eye contact and frowned while your shoulders lowered lightly.

“Parts of it.”

“Thought kids your age liked being away.” Joel cut in, intrigued by your response.

“Most do but I don't know.” You replied as Joel positioned his beer on the little wooden table by the sofa. “Sometimes I’d go days without really talking to anybody and if I did, I still felt like I was invisible.”

Jack tilted his head, observing as you zoned out at the reflection of the radiant pool lights. The water bubbled against the pool’s edge while y’all stared somewhere different.

“That happens more than people think.” Jack admitted before clearing his throat.

You hummed a reply.

Jack smiled to himself and shook his head. “Well, some lucky son of a bitch is gonna be pretty happy when you move.” He then said, your attention snapping to him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You huffed a giggle and adjusted the straps of your damp bikini top. Jack’s gaze flicked down to the twisted straps before he gestured with his beer bottle and moved a little closer to you. You could almost feel the warmth on his body beside yours.

“As pretty as you are?” He mentioned with a low whistle. “Somebody’s gotta be following you out to Seattle.”

“Thank you but no.” You replied as a sensation fluttered in the pit of your lower stomach. “I don't have a boyfriend.” Heat ran up your neck at his compliment.

A small smirk evolved on the corner of his lips and his eye temporarily pivoted over to Joel’s then back to you. “Impossible.” Joel breathed out in a tone that indicated that he didn't believe you. “You’re telling me you haven’t broken any hearts in college?”Jack teased as he nudged his shoulder against yours.

“Not really.” You responded while placing your fidgeting hands down on your bare thighs.

Jack genuinely appeared surprised, provoking you to eventually give in to his taunting.

“Well I had one boyfriend for most of college.”You groaned and playfully rolled your eyes.

“What happened?” Joel finally spoke while resting his foot back onto the ground. The question caught you off guard because it was the first personal thing he’d asked you all summer.

“It was just complicated, I wanted different things.”

“Totally understandable.” Jack chuckled, raising the half-empty beer bottle to his lips.

“What’d you want?” Joel rasped,the query sounding more personal than it intended to. “From him.”

Your mind wandered to your ex-boyfriend who you dated for four years. He only ever looked forward to going out to the college bars and having casual sex with you. He mostly kept you as a secret, only seeming affectionate when he was thrusting into you, whispering sweet nothings into your ears. Outside of having sex, you would argue with him on a weekly basis. The last stray was when he ditched you on Valentine's Day to go play pool with his friends.

“Something real,” You admitted then paused. “I guess I just want somebody who's not afraid to love me.”

Jack nodded in understanding as he skimmed the pads of his fingers against his arms.

“Hard to find at 23,” Joel muttered while playing with the rim of his beer bottle.

“Maybe that’s because I’m not looking for 23 year olds.”

“That so?” Joel challenged.

“Older men know exactly what they want.” You resumed fidgeting with your fingers as a tension evolved between the three of you. Neither of them spoke.

Jack’s attention went to Joel as the quietness felt almost unbearable. You turned to Joel, who still hadn’t moved an inch. The pool lights reflected against his sharp features, his expression completely unreadable. Jack rolled his beer bottle between his palms then clicked his tongue.

“So you've never truly been in love,sweetheart?”Jack came to a conclusion as he brushed his hands against the light grey stubble of his beard.

You giggled nervously and shook your head.

“I think if I had been, I’d know.”

“Sometimes you don’t realize it until it’s too late.” Joel delivered his input while you glanced between them.

“What about you two?”

“I was married once.”Jack eagerly answered first before Joel released a sharp exhale. “Me too.”

“Were you in love though?” You questioned.

“Of course I was.” Jack nodded with a half-smile on his lips. “Thought I was.” Joel added in a grumble. Their answers floated heavily in the air as your heart missed a beat.

“Did you both always know what you wanted?”

“Hell no.” Jack admitted while stretching against the sofa. Joel ran his fingers through his short curls, appearing to really sit on your question. “Spent most of my life working, didn't have time to really think about what I wanted.” Joel then revealed.

You let out a dramatic groan as you threw your hands up in faux defense. “It’s always about work,” You trailed off in a whine as you rolled your eyes. “Do you guys never think about settling down again and being with somebody?”

“You’re making us sound old,sweetheart.” Jack teased as brought his hands to his chest like he’d been hurt.

“You both come over to my dad’s house almost every couple of days and just sit around and watch games,”You pointed out. “I think you’re both lonely.” Your voice softened as you carried your gaze to the both of them.

“Us?” Jack asked, genuine surprise washing over his face. On the other hand, Joel stared at you as if two horns had grown on your head.

You nodded while softly dragging your bottom lip to your teeth.

“And what about you?” Joel shot back, tilting his head as he scanned your face, his expression unreadable.

“I think I am too.” You confessed, not taking your eyes of his. For a second, nobody spoke, it was so quiet that you could hear the pool being filtered and the hums of nature. Your eyes dropped to Joel’s lips for a second then back up to his face.

Before you overthought anything, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. A sensation in you matured as he deepened the kiss and brought his large hand to the back of your head.

Your breathing became uneven as you pulled away then desperately turned to Jack, his eyes were wide in awe. You pressed your lips against his, tasting more of the tangy flavor of the beer he was drinking. A quiet moan escaped his lips as your warmth consumed him.

He then pulled away like he'd been burned, Jack drew in a harsh breath as he stared at you wildly.

“We can’t do this.” Joel murmured while he forked his hair through his big hand. “You don't want this sweetheart, you really don't know what you are asking for.” Jack added to Joel's statement as his long fingers traced the lines of your jaw.

“Your daddy trusts us.” Joel said, his eyes darkening as he watched Jack touch your face. “For fuck sake, I got a truck older than you.”

“I know what I want.” You breathed out, your chest heaving up and down as Jack’s fingers began to explore the skin of your neck. “And it’s the both of you.”

That’s all it took for Joel to press his lips back onto yours while his calloused hand found their way to your bare thighs, sending a shiver dancing down your spine. The reality of what you just confessed settled over the three of you.

You parted your lips to give him entry and he instantly took it, sliding his warm tongue into your mouth. Both of your mouths moved at a slow, alluring pace as Jack’s lips trailed down to the flesh of your neck. His mouth leached against a sensitive area on your neck resulting in you moaning against Joel’s mouth. Jack placed his large hand onto your other thigh as he sucked hungrier.

Before you deepened the kiss with Joel, Jack delicately gripped your jaw and pulled you away from Joel’s lips. He forced you to face him then smashed his lips on yours. His technique of kissing was more passionate unlike Joel’s dominating pace. You loved both of them so it didn't really concern you.

You parted your lips again, allowing your tongues to meet. Jack moved against your lips like he was trying to savour every bit of you.

Joel’s rough hands crept to your inner thighs, his fingers playing with the hem of your bikini bottoms. A pulse spasmed between your thighs forcing you to clench it lightly. Joel’s breath fanned against the side of your face as he began tugging your bottoms to the side, the warm air making your hips unintentionally jerk. On your other thigh, Jack was tracing small circles with the pads of his thumb as he softly bit down on your lips then pulled back.

You then turned back to Joel and leaned into him, bringing your lips back onto his. Your glistening mouths moved in sync as the kiss rapidly got heated. Joel and Jack hauled their hands down to your cunt.

“You are so perfect, sweetheart.” Jack whispered into your ear before gliding his tongue against the skin of your ear lobe.

Joel carried his fingers to your pulsing bud, pushing a whimper to escape your lips. You broke the kiss to look down at both of their big hands exploring your pussy. Joel pressed his fingers against your sensitive nerves as Jack gripped your thigh and spread it apart to get a better look at your pussy. Joel followed Jack’s action before drawing his attention back to your puffy clit.

Your pussy was now entirely exposed to your dad’s best friends.

Your cunt immediately clamped down around nothing as you glanced at the both of them. Joel uttered a profanity before he decided to get on his knees, his hold on your thigh not easing up.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Joel said, his warm breath fanning against your sensitive nerve. “Jack, come take a look at this.”

Jack didn't hesitate to lean forward and rest his hand between your stretched-open thighs. Jack took his thumb and index fingers to your drenched folds, parting them to examine your cunt. The wet sounds of your pussy echoed as Jack hummed in approval.

“Such a flawless cunt.” Jack remarked before leaning even further towards it that you could now feel both of their breaths on the sensitive bud.

Joel was the first to claim your pussy on his lips, his tongue licked from your clenched entrance all the way to your swollen clit. Your hips instantly jolted at the euphoric sensation while Jack’s finger kept your pussy lips open widely.

You moaned then leaned back against the soft cushion of the couch. When Joel dragged his tongue back down to your entrance, Jack spat right on your pussy.

The warm saliva trailed down to your clit before he suctioned his lips onto the bud without any mercy. Not being able to close your legs only caused a pathetic whimper to leave your throat..

A tangle of bliss evolved in your lower stomach as Jack’s mouth sucked harder on your clit while Joel buried his flat tongue deep inside your pussy.

“Please….”You cried out, not even knowing what you were asking for as your back arched off the cushion.

Jack switched to flicking your clit so Joel took his tongue out of your greedy cunt and joined Jack at your clit. The way they both licked your clit at different paces and positions at the same time drove your eyes to roll to the back of your head. The exotic dual feeling rose in the pit of your stomach while your thighs tensed in euphoria.

They both fought for authority, devouring your cunt like they were hungry men. You brought your hands to their hair and combed through their soft curls.

They were eating you so skillfully that you were a moaning, breathless mess.

Eventually, Joel defeated Jack over your cunt so Jack leaned away from your pussy and glanced at you. You were pouting as Joel sucked on your swollen clit, his teeth delicately grazing over the nerve.

“You are doing so good for us sweetheart,” Jack praised while shifting closer to you.

You were so close to your release that your hips twitched away from Joel’s intense suction on you. In response, Joel shoved his face deeper against your pussy. The pleasure became so much that squeezed your eyes shut. Your heart knocked against your rib cages as your toes curled.

Jack pecked a path of soft kisses down your neck as the hand that was spreading your pussy lips was now kneading your breast. You squirmed as his kisses trailed down to your chest. He then yanked on your bikini top, making one of your breasts fall free out of the damp material.

Jack didn't wait a second before circling his tongue against your puffy nipple, the bud hardening at the contact of his saliva.

As Joel thrusted his tongue back into you, your walls spasmed. The knot in your stomach was threatening to snap as he curled his tongue upwards inside of you. You cried out while your breathing became choppy.

Jack sucked on your nipple before pulling away to gaze at your face. “Are you about to cum, sweetheart?” Jack taunted, bringing his thumb to your bottom lip and brushing against it. “Your heartbeat’s all over the place.”

You frantically nodded as your cunt shamelessly clamped around Joel’s tongue. Your thighs quivered while your moans grew noisy. Your loudness earned you a light slap against the cheek by Jack, the immediate stinging sensation causing you to yelp. He carefully traced his thumb against your stinging cheek. “You don't want to wake your dad up, do you?”

“No.” You choked out, gazing up into Jack’s dilated green eyes under the moonlight. Joel flicked his tongue on your aching nerve at a devastating pace. The stimulation pushed you over the edge and your body tightened at the ecstatic release.

“Be a good girl and cum all over Joel’s mouth for me,” Jack said as he pushed down on your lower stomach, an immediate urge to pee formulated deep within you.

“I know baby I know,” Jack cooed while you let out an audible wail and gripped his thick bicep. “Just relax and release it.” The unfamiliar urge to pee proceeded as your orgasm hit you like a brick, waves of pleasure cramming into every nerve of your body.

“Fuck!” You cried out while your body went sluggish. Your pussy released a small quantity of fluids all over Joel’s mouth, dripping down and soaking the blue cushion of the couch. It was the best feeling you've ever experienced.

“Just like that.” Jack praised before taking his hands off your lower stomach, the pressure fleeing in a haste. You made an effort to catch your breath as Joel slowly continued to nurse your sensitive clit. The Aftershocks came in and your hips twitched against his wet mouth.

After a few more licks, Joel rose up from between your trembling thighs. You scanned his dark features as he licked every excess drop of your juices off of his beard.

“Sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.” Joel commented before gliding his tongue against his full lips. Jack chuckled as they both released his strong hold on your thigh.

Before you entirely recovered from the intense orgasm, Jack briefly stood up with Joel, yanking you by your forearms so you could get off the sofa.

“Get on your knees, sweetheart,” Jack demanded. You swiftly obeyed his order and kneeled in front of the two, the skin of your knees aching against the tough cement.

“Show us how much you want the both of us, bunny.” Joel added before bringing his veiny hands to his brown belt. While he unbuckled the worn-out leather, you worked on Jack’s trousers. You looked up at them as you unhurriedly zipped Jack’s trousers down.

Anticipation filled your veins as you reached your other hand over to Joel’s blue denim, assisting him in unfastening his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. You moved your focus back to Jack and then pulled his trousers down, his cock straining against his dark green boxers. You dug your eyes to Joel then also hauled his jeans down revealing his grey boxers. Both of their cocks stained the cotton of their boxers with pre-cum.

You swallowed while wrapping your hands around both of their waistbands and tugging against the elastic until their cocks sprang free. Without hesitation, your eyes widened at the sight of the two men’s cock. Your pussy squeezed around nothing just as your gaze remained on the cock’s in disbelief.

Big wasn't even the word. Jack’s cock was an extended length with a slight upward curve, his pretty pink tip glistened in pre-cum. Green veins scattered around his shaft and his balls were trimmed, leaving silver stubbles of hair around them. While Jack had the length, Joel had the very thick girth. A long vein ran up his tan shaft, running from the base of his cock to the end of his mushroom tip. His balls remained covered in brunette and grey hairs.

You looked at them through your lashes. A smirk was growing on both of their faces as both of their cocks awaited your touch.

“Go on, bunny.” Joel encouraged, his voice softer than it's been all summer.“Don't be shy now.”

You stretched both of your hands over to their large cocks, your thumb gradually teasing their mushroom heads. They twitched against your hands as you wrapped your fists around both of them and gently stroked their stiff shafts.

“You like it when I go right by the head?” You teased while grazing the pads of your thumbs by the sensitive area right underneath their tip. A deep moan broke out their mouths as you felt their cocks getting harder by the second.

You then parted your lips and leaned forward to Jack’s tip before spitting on it. Their gazes scorched into your skin as you delicately kissed his tip.The instant warm taste of salt hit your tastebuds before your tongue swirled around the tip. As your mouth closed around Jack’s cock, Joel’s own twitched in your palm.

“Just like that, sweetheart.” Jack quietly groaned while you sucked harder , your tongue flicking the tender spot underneath the tip.

“Looks like she got a favorite.” Joel playfully provoked while thrusting into your fist. You took his comment as an indication to give his throbbing cock some attention.

You dragged your lips away from Jack’s cock, a line of saliva leaving your mouth. While you massaged Jack, you slapped Joel’s fat mushroom tip against your tongue a few times before wrapping your glistening lips around his tips. Joel tossed his head back as his breathing grew unstable from the warmth of your mouth.

“She’s good, ain't she?”

“So fucking good.” Joel grunted a reply while you hauled your hand down to his hairy balls and caressed them into the palm of your hand. The sensation you offered to him immediately made him jolt in your mouth. You hummed against his tip and shot your stare up at Joel and Jack. They towered over you, lips parted in bliss as they watched you claim their cocks. Pleasing them at the same time drove a pulsation to spasm between your clenched thighs.

For a few seconds, you pulled away from Joel’s cock to catch your breath.

“I want to fit the both of you in my mouth.” You hesitantly announced and batted your eyes at them. There was a small stillness in the air as Joel and Jack gazed at each other.

“Yeah?” Jack tested, bringing his rough hands to your jaw.

You chewed on your bottom lip and nodded

“Give it a try then bunny.” Joel motivated and stepped closer to Jack, closing the distance between them. By how near they were, you could have effortlessly fit them both in your mouth.

You held their cocks and slapped both of their heavy heads onto the flat of your tongue, their wet tips brushing against each other. You then shoved them both into your mouth, earning a gag to escape from your throat.

“Well look at that,” Jack pointed out as you sucked on both of their tips, your jaw stretching until it cramped. “She’s such a greedy girl, couldn't even choose,” Joel commented while they both tangled their large hands into your damp hair. You looked up at them like a lost puppy as you took them deeper into your mouth.

“You are taking us so well, nasty girl.” Jack moaned as you bobbed your head up and down, their tips hitting the back of your throat. Your gag produced an excessive amount of saliva that it trickled out of your mouth and down your chin.

“If only your daddy knew the slut you had in his house.” Joel groaned after you resumed caressing their balls in your palms. They twitched in your mouth and thrusted so deeply which earned a loud gag to vibrate against their tips.

After a few more sucks, Jack abruptly pulled out of your mouth. “If I am going to cum it’s going to be deep in this pussy.” Jak said, breathing laboriously.

“You are damn right on that.” Joel then agreed before forcefully releasing his grip out of your hair and pulling his thick girth out of your mouth. Suddenly, you huffed in an inhale while drool thoroughly snaked down to your exposed chest.

Joel and Jack grabbed onto your waist and lifted you to your feet. Before you could process what they were doing, Joel hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you with ease. The angle they had you in made your body sandwich between them.

Joel held you up like you weighed nothing more than a thin piece of paper. His grip kept you in place, spreading your legs far enough to give Jack maximum access to your exposed, swollen cunt.

You whimpered as you looked down at your puffy cunt. Without warning, Jack leaned forward and rubbed his wet tip against your swollen nerve. Your hips shuddered at the sensation as your widened eyes shot to him. The feeling nearly urged you to shut your legs but Joel’s powerful hold on them prevented you from doing so.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetheart,” Jack mumbled, keeping his dilated eyes on you as he carried his tip down to your pussy’s entrance. Your stomach dropped as your hands flew to his buff shoulders. “Easy…”

“Too big.” You quickly moaned as Jack slowly pushed his cock into you, your cunt swallowed his mushroom tip up.

“Come on bunny, he’s barely in you.” You listened to Joel tssked from behind you, his hot breath airing on the skin behind your ears.

“Relax, we got you.” Jack cooed, feeling how your walls choked his lengthy shaft. He went on thrusting into you until he bottomed out. Your nails dug into his clothed shoulders as your lips parted. He didn't move an inch inside of you until your cunt eventually relaxed on his cock. “Yeah, just like that.” He praised while taking one of your thighs out of Joel’s grip so Joel’s freed hand could explore the contours of your body.

Jack started to move and you immediately threw your head back onto Joel’s chest. A knot of pleasure made its presence known into your lower stomach as your walls perfectly molded Jack’s cock. Jack leaned forward then trailed his gentle lips along your neck as he set a nice and steady pace.

The head of his cock hit a spot so deep within you that your walls unintentionally clamp around him. You cried out in pure euphoria as your legs quivered from his thrusts picking up a faster pace.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Jack moaned in a breathy manner as he began to pound into your pussy. The sounds of your wet cunt crammed the air as you looked down at his cock disappearing into you. Your cunt’s juices soaked his shaft and streamed down to the cement below you.

While Jack was fucking you so flawlessly, Joel snaked his hands to your soaked folds. He dragged his rough fingers up to your clit and pressed down on it. Your hips chased his touch as you released a strained sob. Joel delicately circled the aching bud, adding to the pleasure Jack was already giving to you. The familiar sensation in you was building so quickly that your walls spasmed on Jack’s cock.

You whined when Joel then dragged his hands away from your throbbing clit and shifted it up to your face. “Spit.” He demanded as his calloused palms came up to your lips. You followed his orders and blew your warm saliva into the center of his hands, not second guessing one thing. “Since you can fit us both in your mouth, let's see how much this cunt can handle.”

Jack sucked on your neck like he was attempting to claim you as his own. He then paused his thrust to allow Joel into your pussy too. From behind you, he smeared your spit onto the tip of his cock and grew it closer to your cunt.

From how tight you were around Jack’s cock alone, you never expected Joel’s cock to fit in you. But when your cunt started to stretch around his girth, creating enough room for him to fit, you could do nothing but release a guttural wail from deep in your chest. You hissed at his devastating stretch, your entrance stinging in a pleasurable discomfort as you clamped down on them.

Eventually, Joel bottomed out deeply in your pussy. Their cocks rubbed against each other before they finally started to move in you.

“You are so full of us, aren't you bunny?” Joel taunted in a grunt. You nodded frantically as you moaned at the sensation of two cocks tearing your walls apart. Joel’s freed hand found its way to your neck while Jack pressed his lips against your open mouth, muffling your noisy moans.

You struggled to keep up with the rhythm of Jack’s passionate kiss as they both thrusted in you at a snappier pace. You whimpered against Jack’s lips while his tongue slid into your mouth. He then pulled away from your lips and glanced down at you in full lust as he hummed in satisfaction.

“Yes sweetheart.” Jack moaned, moving faster into your cunt. The buildup in your lower stomach was about to release, forcing your walls to spasm in wave-like motions around both of their cocks. “It’s a big stretch, I know baby.”

As they pounded in you at the same time, you became a moaning mess again . Your eyes stayed shut while your nails dug into Jack’s shoulder. Whenever you tried to close your legs and squirm away from their cocks, it just resulted in them spreading you wider.

“Taking us so well, bunny.” Joel grunted behind you as his rhythm turned messy and his grasp on the skin of your thigh got tighter.

Your juices leaked on their cocks, your walls crying at the stretch. You dropped your head back onto Joel’s broad chest and wailed out while your hips jerked from the feeling evolving in you. You were so close and they both knew it by the way your cunt was ruthlessly strangling their cocks. They didn't hold back on their swift pace, not offering you a drop of compassion.

“Atta girl.” Joel’s groans turned into husky whimpers as his hips shuddered against the fat of your ass.

“You fuck me so well.” You choked out in an extended cry as your orgasm threatened to release. “I love your cocks in me.”

“Ain't no guy gonna fuck you this good in Seattle?” Joel challenged while his free hand crept up to your breast, pulling the other one out of the black chlorine-soaked material. He cupped them then gave the sensitive bud a small pinch, gaining a yelp from you. The pinch made you squeeze around the both of them bringing a small chuckle to leave Jack’s lips as he drilled into you. “That right?”

You nodded as Joel nibbled on the skin of your earlobe.

“Use your words, pretty girl.” Jack ordered, snapping his hips against yours to get extremely deeper into you. “Tell us.” Their cocks were reaching areas in your pussy that had never been surpassed before.

“No guy…”You brainlessly trailed off, making an attempt to come up with the words as they fucked your release right out of you. “Is going to fuck me as good as you guys do.”

“Good fucking girl.” Joel then praised while keeping up with Jack’s ravenous thrusts. “See how easy that was, bunny?”

Every muscle in your body sprouted tight as the knot in you snapped. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as bliss washed over you.

“You are so beautiful, keep cumming.” Jack rasped as their thrusts both became messy but speedier. Their cocks jerked in you while your body quivered with a wave of minor tremors. “You are going to make us cum.” Joel added to Jack’s praises.

“Cum in me please.” You choked out, rolling your hips against their cocks in an attempt to milk them dry.

“What a fucking slut.” Joel spat before burying himself deep in your overused cunt, a moan leaving his mouth. “This pussy belongs to us now.” Jack then said while he halted into you too.

Their cocks both twitched in you as they came in your stretched pussy. Their warm, sticky fluids poured against your walls as your eyes broadened in craving at the feeling of being filled up.

They both groaned and drew laborious breaths as they remained buried inside of you, not a single drop of their thick ropes of cum going to waste.

You couldn't believe you allowed your dad's best friends to fuck you.

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Taglist: @drabbotsweetheart

[deathhppunch]

This was deliciousssssssss

[sun-hashira]

The Other Side Of The Door

summary: a sudden realisation sends you to church and an honest conversation with Matt makes you think about what your future might look like.

who: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter/Bullseye x Female!Murdock Reader

word count: 2.4K

warnings: soulmate au, religion (i think), mentions of nudity, and obsessive themes. If I have missed any please let me know!

divider by: @uzmacchiato

a/n: Part 7 of the Glitch Series! Like before feedback is welcome!

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“I don’t need you, but I do, I do, I do…“ — The Other Side Of The Door by Taylor Swift

Your eyes slowly opened to the morning light spilling through the curtains that hadn’t been closed the night before, and the first thing you became aware of was warmth.

Warmth that wrapped around your waist, beneath your cheek, tangled between your legs under the soft sheets, and then came the slow, steady sound of Dex breathing.

The apartment was quiet except for the distant sounds of traffic far below the open window and the soft hum of the heater somewhere in the apartment.

For a long moment, you didn’t move. Dex was still asleep beside you, one arm loosely draped around your waist as you lay half curled against his side with your head resting on his chest.

His face was softer when he was asleep, less sharp, less dangerous, and looking like the Dex he only showed you when he was awake. 

Your fingers moved absently across the warm skin of his chest, tracing lazy patterns there as you stared out the window feeling nothing but peace for the first time in a while. 

A feeling that settled nicely on your chest as your fingertips drifted over your name etched into his skin and sat unmarked on his ribs like he had done everything possible to guard it, a mark that looked like it belonged there as naturally as it did for you to breathe.

Dex shifted slightly beneath your touch, tightening his arm around your waist instinctively before settling again, and your lips twitched softly, happy that he trusted you enough to sleep this deeply beside you.

Because Dex was someone who always noticed everything around him, from every sound to every movement to every threat, and yet here he was sleeping deeply enough that you could trace shapes against his chest without him immediately reaching for one of his many sharp knives.

An action and the feelings of trust made your heart skip a beat.

Your gaze and finger drifted over the scars littering his skin from fights and violence and the one down his spine from his surgery. You knew nearly all of them by heart now as your fingers slowed to a stop, hand resting on his stomach.

I could get used to this. The thought hit you hard enough to steal your breath for a second.

Because it wasn’t just him. It was the days spent together, the nights with his arm around your waist, the quiet mornings in his embrace, but mostly it was the soft warmth of him choosing you over and over again despite everything.

Your chest tightened unexpectedly.

Because this wasn’t supposed to feel like this. This relationship was supposed to feel dangerous, complicated, and wrong, but instead it felt safe. 

It felt like home. 

Dex stirred beneath you then, his breathing changing slightly before his eyes slowly opened and immediately settled on you despite the small, faraway look in them. A habit of his you had noticed on the first day he escaped prison. 

“How long have you been awake?” His voice was rough with sleep.

“Not long.” You whispered.

Your stomach flipped stupidly as his hand slid slowly up your spine beneath his shirt that he’d pulled onto you after he carried you from the sofa to his bed.

“You’re staring,” he murmured.

“You’re very observable.” You whispered, moving to run a hand through his sleep-ruffled hair. 

A faint smile touched his mouth. “You trace patterns when you’re thinking too much.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly. “Is there anything you don’t notice?”

“Not when it comes to you, baby.”

Your cheeks warmed embarrassingly fast at the lack of hesitation and confidence in his answer.

Dex’s fingers brushed lightly against your jaw before he leaned forward to press a soft, lingering kiss against your forehead, the tenderness of it filling you with warmth.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured.

You looked down at his chest for a moment before admitting softly, “I’m thinking.”

“About?”

Everything. You thought to yourself. About him, Matt, Karen, and Foggy, this relationship, the future. 

But instead of saying any of that, you just shook your head and softly smiled. “Nothing important.”

Dex looked unconvinced but didn’t push as he pulled you closer until your ear rested over his heartbeat again.

You listened to it for a while before finally forcing yourself upright.

“I should go.”

His hand immediately tightened on your waist as his eyebrows furrowed. 

“You worked late yesterday,” he said quietly. “You should rest today.”

“I open the apothecary later.”

“You need sleep.”

You smiled softly. “You sound worried.”

“I am worried.” He said with one hand cradling your jaw.

Again with the no hesitation, no games, just his pure honesty. Something inside your chest ached with affection.

God, you love this man. 

“Fine,” you tease him, lying back down on his chest. “Five more minutes.”

“Ten.” He bargained with both hands tightening around you.

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The church was quiet when you stepped inside.

Warm air brushing against your skin as the heavy wooden doors closed behind you, muffling the sounds of the city outside almost instantly.

The familiar scent of candle wax and old wood settled around you as you moved slowly down the aisle.

You hadn’t been here in a while.

Unlike Matt, who never stopped believing, you often found your thoughts and beliefs in the faith you were raised in shaken every time life became too loud, too busy, too complicated, and too painful. 

But standing beneath the stained glass and flickering candlelight, the quiet almost overwhelmed you as much as it did bring you some peace before you slipped into the confessional booth, and for a moment neither you nor the priest spoke.

“Father, some will say that I have sinned.” You spoke softly.

Silence greeted your words for a moment before the priest answered gently. “Do you believe that you have?”

Your fingers twisted together in your lap. “I don’t know.”

And that was the truth because it wasn’t guilt that had brought you here today, although it would almost be easier if it were.

“I like someone,” you admitted quietly. “Someone who people are afraid of.”

The priest remained silent as he listened to your confession. 

“He’s done horrific things,” you continued softly. “Things I can’t defend. Things that hurt people I love.”

Your throat tightened slightly.

“But when he’s with me…” You swallowed. “He’s different.”

The words echoed quietly in the small space between you as you closed your eyes briefly.

Because that was the problem, wasn’t it? Dex wasn’t secretly good, and you weren’t blind or ignorant to what he’d done and to the things he does do. 

It was that with you… he was just Dex.

The priest’s voice remained calm. “And how does he make you feel?”

You let out a quiet breath. “Seen… loved.”

The answer came too quickly, too honestly, and your eyes burned suddenly.

“Like I matter,” you whispered. “Like I’m not just… useful to people.”

The words hurt more than expected once spoken aloud.

Because you spent so much of your life healing people, taking care of people, and giving pieces of yourself away by using your healing powers until you collapsed from exhaustion.

But Dex noticed when your hands shook, when you skipped meals, when you were tired, when you were hurting.

Dex noticed everything about you.

“Is he your soulmate?” The priest softly asked. 

“Yes,” you answer, confused by his question. “Does that matter?”

“The Lord above doesn’t always give us the soulmate we want,” the priest said gently after a moment. “Sometimes He gives us the soulmate we need.”

Your breath caught softly as the words settled somewhere deep inside your chest. Because all your life you’d imagined your soulmate would feel easy, would be someone your family would instantly love, someone uncomplicated.

You never imagined Benjamin Poindexter, a man who feels at ease when committing violence and covered in blood. Never imagined someone who would challenge every belief you had about fate and morality and love.

Yet somehow you couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else but him. Whether he was Dex or Bullseye, he was the one you wanted.

The realisation sat heavily inside you.

The priest spoke again after a moment. “Do you love him?”

Silence filled the confessional.

You opened your mouth once and then closed it again.

Because suddenly the answer felt too much like betrayal to your brother and friends to say aloud, but your silence still answered enough.

The priest did not push further. Instead he said softly, “Sometimes people come here hoping someone else will tell them how to feel.”

Your eyes lowered because you knew the truth.

“And sometimes,” he continued gently, “they already know.”

You love Dex. 

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Matt: Lunch at our spot?

The text from Matt appeared barely a minute after you left the church, and your chest tightened instantly.

Your spot that is a little diner tucked between two old buildings downtown where your dad used to take you both after school before he died.

You and Matt still went there whenever one of you needed the other, when things got too hard and all one of you needed was their twin.

You stared at the message for a long moment before typing back

You: Okay.

Matt was already waiting in your claimed booth when you arrived, a booth tucked away in the back corner that the owner’s wife affectionately calls the ‘Murdock Booth.’

His head lifted immediately at the sound of your footsteps, his cane resting beside him.

“You’re late,” he said.

“You say that every time.” You sighed.

“And every time it’s true.”

You smiled faintly despite the lingering feeling of hurt from your fight as you slid into the booth across from him. But the familiarity of him quickly settled something anxious inside your chest almost immediately.

Because no matter how complicated things became, Matt was still Matt. Your twin brother. Your person.

The waitress dropped off your drinks without asking what either of you wanted. A hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and no cream for you and a chocolate milkshake with extra cream and extra sauce for Matt. 

Another familiar thing and proof of how long you two had been coming here. 

Matt waited until she walked away before speaking again. “You sound better.”

You blinked slightly. “Better?”

“Happier.”

The word hit you harder than expected as your eyes dropped briefly toward your hot chocolate.

Matt tilted his head slightly. “You were so upset last time.”

Your chest tightened painfully because, of course, he noticed. Because, like Dex, Matt always noticed things about you.

“You and Karen still mad at me?” you asked quietly.

“No.” Matt sighed softly. “She’s worried.”

“I know.”

“Bug, I’m worried.”

You hummed slightly. “I know that too.”

Silence settled briefly between you as you drank from your drinks before Matt spoke again. “Karen told Foggy.”

Your stomach dropped immediately. “Oh.”

“He said he’s not judging you until he talks to you himself.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly as Matt’s mouth twitched faintly.

“He also said you’ve earned more trust than almost anyone he knows.”

Emotion clogged in your throat because Foggy had every reason to hate Dex. Every reason to hate this entire situation. Yet somehow he was still trying to understand you first.

Your eyes burned slightly.

“He’s getting better,” Matt added quietly. “Every day.”

Relief filled inside your chest. “I know, and I’m proud of him.”

Matt nodded once before his expression shifted slightly. “He really cares about you.”

“Foggy?” You asked, confused. 

“No, idiot,” Matt laughed. “Dex.”

The way he said the name carefully made your chest tighten as you braced yourself for another argument.

“He’s intense about you.” Matt said, swirling his straw.

You looked down at your hot chocolate silently.

“I ran into him,” Matt continued softly. “During that week you asked him to leave you alone.”

Your heartbeat stumbled at the reminder. 

Matt exhaled slowly. “He looked at me like I was standing between him and his reason for living.”

The words should’ve frightened you, but instead flattery spread warmly and quickly through your body, and judging by the slight shift in Matt’s expression, he noticed the change in your heartbeat.

Your face heated immediately, and you rushed to defend yourself. “I know how that sounds.”

Matt stayed quiet.

Your fingers tightened around your mug slightly before you admitted softly, “But when it’s him… it doesn’t feel frightening.”

There. You’d finally said a secret aloud.

Matt’s expression softened almost imperceptibly.

“He notices everything about me,” you whispered, scooping up some melted marshmallows on a spoon and into your mouth. 

“Sometimes I think…” You hesitated. “I like how much he cares.”

The admission felt vulnerable, especially with Matt.

Because Matt had spent your entire life protecting you, knowing you, understanding you better than anyone else in the world, and now you were admitting another man was starting to occupy the space beside him.

You could see Matt realising it. With a little sadness, a bit of jealousy, acceptance, and love only a twin brother could give. 

“I still don’t trust him,” Matt admitted quietly.

You snorted. “I know.”

“But I trust you.”

Emotion hit you so hard your eyes immediately burned, and Matt reached across the table for his hands to find yours.

“You sound happy,” he said softly. “And that’s all I have ever wanted for you.”

Your throat tightened painfully.

Because you were.

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Dex opened the apartment door almost immediately after your knock, and you instantly saw it.

The tension in his shoulders, the sharp focus in his eyes, the anticipation. Like he’d spent the entire day preparing for rejection. For you to come back telling you regretted last night and everything before that. 

His gaze scanned your face quickly as you stepped inside without speaking, and Dex shut the door quietly behind you.

“What happened?” he asked carefully.

You looked at him for a long moment before slowly walking forward until you stood directly in front of him. Dex went perfectly still as your hands lifted gently to his jaw before you rose onto your toes and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek.

The tension in his body dissolved instantly beneath your touch as his eyes shut briefly. And softly, so softly, you whispered, “I’m still here.”

Dex inhaled sharply, and when his eyes opened again, something vulnerable flickered there so openly it nearly shattered your heart.

His hands slid carefully around your waist, pulling your body tightly against his. 

“Always, baby?” he murmured.

You nodded once. “Always.”

And for the first time since this all began, loving him didn’t feel impossible anymore.

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Pregnant reader realizing it doesn’t matter who the father is because the kid is going to be some demon child with insane aim just like their damn daddy

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