Quirky nicknames aside, my friends call me Ericca, yes with 2 C’s. 35+, Wife, Mother, and Nerd, especially for MCU. I mainly write fluff, a little smut, and angst for Billy Russo, Matt Murdock, Brock Rumlow, Dean Winchester and a few other miscellaneous characters. Things I post and reblog generally aren’t for minors (18+ please) Thoughts/Masterlist
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Benjamin “Dex” Poindexter aka Bullseye x F! Reader
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ or I’m telling on you!) Oral(F! Receiving), fingering, P in V sex, some swear words, little bit of stalking, love confessions, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, wounded Dex…I think that’s it
Summary: Starting fresh in a new place after your divorce was exactly what you needed and it helped that your neighbor was friendly and easy on the eyes. But when you started to get the feeling that someone was watching you, he was there to offer his help. What you didn’t know was he was the reason you were being watched in the first place.
Word Count: 9.2K-ish (it’s a bit of a longer one)
A/N: So Dex is both FBI and Bullseye in this. So it’s a little Daredevil season 3 and a little Daredevil Born Again. I do what I want and make my own rules, it’s my fic and I’m not sorry lol. Thank you @bartonsparrow25 for beta reading this for me and letting me play around with ideas. I appreciate you ♥️ Also, a shout out to @ariesrin for the prompt I used in this “You hate me.” “I hate how much I don’t.” I’ll leave it linked HERE I had fun with this one so I hope you enjoy it!
As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
A faint summer breeze lightly kissed your face as you stood in front of your open living room window, your new living room window, in your new apartment as you directed the movers as to where you wanted them to place your furniture.
The perfume of the mid summer blooms was strong as you didn’t think the scents from down below could reach up to your window but they did. And as the rays of the late afternoon sun hit the high points of your face, you closed your eyes, took a long deep breath, and as you exhaled, your lips curled into a wide smile because you were finally free and finally happy.
The ink was dry on your divorce papers, your ex-husband was free to continue to sleep his way around the gym that he went to which was good because it was all the way on the other side of town, and you were on your own for the first time in a long time which excited you and scared you at the same time.
As you were moving some boxes inside, your next door neighbor came home so you decided to introduce yourself.
“Hi there!” You said, excitedly. “Looks like I’m your new neighbor, I’m Y/N.”
As you extended your hand, you first noticed how handsome he was, how incredibly handsome he was with very dark green/hazel colored eyes, blond hair, and a very chiseled jawline. You weren’t sure that you had ever seen a more sharp jawline. He was a very difficult man for you to read though…shy and maybe even a little nervous too.
He stared at you with a half smile on his face, almost like he was lost in your eyes before answering you.
“Dex.” He finally blurted out. “Actually, it’s Benjamin but everyone calls me Dex.”
You remembered seeing the last name on the call button downstairs. It said “Poindexter.”
“Because of your last name?” You inquired. “I saw it downstairs. I tend to take notice of these things.” You said with a warm smile.
He nodded, took your hand to shake and blushed a little like he was a little embarrassed.
“Well, uh, do you need any help?” He asked.
You responded, “Oh, I think the movers got all of the big stuff moved but thank you for offering, Dex. I’m sure I’ll see you around…soon.”
As he unlocked his door, he replied with a shy smile, “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
**********
You had always been just one of those people that was highly disciplined and, as some people would call, predictable. You kept a very regimented schedule. During the week, it was work, gym, and then home. Dinner by 6, in bed by 9:30, and you’d do it all again the next day until the weekend came.
On Saturdays, you would go to the gym in the morning but then treat yourself to a coffee, followed by a trip to the bookstore. Sometimes you would leave with a new book, sometimes you wouldn’t, but it was just a fun Saturday tradition you had with yourself. And of course, no Saturday would be complete without running into Dex. It was usually when you were coming back from the bookstore which was always around 1 and he was always leaving his apartment to do his grocery shopping.
From what you could gather, Benjamin Poindexter was also a very disciplined individual and seemed to like his life to be very structured. Everything had its place and there was a place for everything. You assumed he was the type of guy that washed a dish as soon as he was finished using it, like a dirty coffee cup that had to be washed and dried right away or a newspaper had to be put in the “read” pile as soon as he was done reading it with all of the corners aligned with one another. You couldn’t be sure but you were just making an educated guess.
You knew him as Special Agent Benjamin Poindexter, works for the FBI, mysterious and shy yet he was very sweet, a good neighbor, and always asked if you needed a hand with anything. But there was something about him that you just couldn’t quite figure out.
Like the nights where you had fallen asleep on the couch and you’d hear a “thud” or a “crash” outside your door, coming from Dex’s place but you convinced yourself it was a dream or that you imagined it. Or did you?
**********
You were settling into your new single life nicely.
Friday night was your “late” night. You’d stay a little later at work to get some overtime in, then go for a drink with friends, pick up some pizza and wine or beer on the way home, and have a nice relaxing night in.
Tonight the air was balmy with a slight breeze and the peaceful sky above was filled with a lilac sunset. Walking along the cracked city sidewalks, the people walking alongside you kick up scents of salt and concrete but then a feeling comes over you like you’re being watched. You have been having that feeling more and more since you moved, like someone has been watching every move you have been making.
The city has a different feel as the sun starts to go down and the shadows dance across the pavement but you still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling as you pick up the pace toward home with your pizza in one hand and your work bags slung over your other shoulder.
You wondered if Dex was home yet.
Finally, you made it home. No one was behind you but before you went inside your apartment, you knocked on Dex’s door.
He opened the door, still dressed in his work clothes. He looked like he just got home too.
“Hey, Y/N. You ok? What’s goin’ on?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe.
With a hitch in your voice, you replied, “Hey, Dex. Look, I’m so sorry to bother you like this. It looks like you just got home too…ummm.”
You paused to try and keep your composure. You really didn’t want him to see you upset.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked again.
“Dex, I know this is gonna sound really crazy but I feel like I’m being followed or watched or both. And I–I’m a little scared, that’s all.” You said with a nervous chuckle.
Dex murmured, “Ok, ok…gimme your keys. I’ll sweep the place, check it out for you, ok?”
You nodded and swiped a tear away from your cheek.
Dex took your keys, unlocked the door, and removed his firearm from the holster. After he walked through the doorway, you lost sight of him, tightly gripped the pizza box, and impatiently waited for him to come back.
After a few minutes, he called back to you, “All clear, Y/N. It’s ok. Come on.”
Peering around the door, you called out to him, “You sure?”
Holstering his weapon, his lips curled into a warm smile as he replied, “You’re safe, sweetheart. There’s nobody here and nobody has been here.”
Setting the pizza on the counter, you replied, “You can tell that?”
“Yeah, they teach you that in FBI school, Y/N.” He replied with a slight chuckle.
You narrowed your eyes at him and replied, “Very funny, Dex.”
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry.” He said, inching closer to you. Tilting your chin up so you were looking into his dark green eyes, he continued, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Thank you, Dex. You want some pizza?” You asked.
One side of his mouth curled into a smile as he replied, “I’d love some.”
**********
As the summer went on, you and Dex became close friends. He helped you with normal neighborly things like when one of your cabinets fell off its hinges, he fixed it for you.
Dex also helped you put a little clothes line out on your patio which you ended up having to stop putting your panties on because you were pretty sure the teenage boys from downstairs were stealing a pair every time you put them out there.
In return for helping you with things around the apartment, you’d bake him cookies, share your Friday night pizza with him, or invite him out to happy hour with your work friends.
“I made cookies!” You said with your voice full of excitement after he opened the door one Saturday afternoon.
His eyes widened and mouth dropped open as he asked, “Ar-are you wearing anything under that apron, Y/N?”
The shorts and tank top you were wearing made it look like you weren’t wearing anything underneath the apron.
Holding out the plate of cookies, you looked down and began to laugh.
“Oh shit, it really does look like I’m naked under this thing doesn’t it.” You said.
Dex raised his eyebrows, pressed his lips together in a straight line before he stammered, “Uh, yeah…well, maybe j-just a little bit.”
He tried to turn away but you caught him blushing.
“I have shorts and a tank top on. It’s just hard to see, I guess.” You said, not really thinking anything of it. “Take one, they’re warm. I’ve been trying to clean up a little too and it’s warm over there, haven’t turned down the A/C yet. So, actually I came to bring you cookies but also ask you if you wouldn’t mind fixing another one of my cabinets? I went to get the flour out and now it’s just stuck open. Please? I can make you more cookies or dinner…”
Dex interrupted, “Y/N, sweetheart, I told you if you needed anything, all you had to do was ask. You don’t have to make me anything.”
Sheepishly, you replied, “But Dex, I feel like saying ‘thank you’ just isn’t enough. You do so much for me.”
Before taking a bite, Dex said, “Trust me, it’s plenty…these are delicious, by the way. Just let me grab my tools.”
**********
Dex followed you back over to your apartment, trying hard to look everywhere but your backside as you untied your cute little apron and draped it off the back of one of your kitchen chairs. You turned the air conditioning down so it wouldn’t be so hot inside for him to work and pointed out the cabinet that was stuck open.
“They really went all out on the hardware for these cabinets, didn’t they?” You joked. “Ok, well I’ll leave you to do what you do with those magic hands of yours, I’m gonna hop in the shower, wash all this sweat off me. I’ll be out in a minute.”
After your shower, you walked out in a robe and your hair in a towel just as he was finishing up.
“All set, Y/N. That was stuck pretty good.” He said, putting his tools away.
You smiled and replied, “Thank you so much, Dex. Really, what would I do without you?”
Dex let out a low chuckle.
“Ya know, I was thinking…” He started to say. “I know how you said you still have been having that feeling that you’re being followed and watched.”
“Yeah, you probably think I’m crazy, don’t you.” You said.
Dex shook his head, “No sweetheart, I don’t think you’re crazy.” He said. “But we usually go to work around the same time…so, what if I make sure you get to work ok?”
It was probably one of the sweetest offers you’ve ever had from anyone. The reason you had stopped going for runs outside was because you just couldn’t shake that feeling of someone following you so you just kept to running on the treadmill at the gym which even then, you felt safer but every so often, out of nowhere, goosebumps would erupt across your skin and an ice cold shiver would shoot down your spine. You’d look around to try and catch someone looking at you but just like every other time, there wouldn’t be anyone or anyone that you could see but that feeling was still there.
“Dex…that is so sweet. But I don’t wanna make you feel like you have to protect me because I’m paranoid. I’m probably just imagining this shit anyway. Plus, it would just add time to your day and I know how you manage your time down to second so I really can’t ask you to do that.” You said, folding your arms protectively across your chest.
He replied, “You’re not asking, sweetheart. I’m offering. I want you to feel safe so this is how I can do that. Please?”
Suddenly you felt it. You felt a little flutter in the pit of your stomach, something you haven’t felt in quite some time, and you did everything you could to not give away what you were feeling inside. Yes, you and Dex were friends but over these past couple of months, you now realized you had developed feelings for him. You really like him and you’re wondering if he likes you too but again, Dex is a difficult man to read so he probably is just being a good neighbor and being a good FBI agent and trying to keep you safe by making sure you get to work alright.
For now, you’re just going to keep those feelings to yourself.
“Thank you, Dex. I’d really like that.” You replied with a shy smile. “Oh Dex, speaking of being paranoid and imagining shit…sometimes I fall asleep on the couch and…well, you can tell me that it’s probably a dream or something but I swear I’ve heard loud crashes or thuds coming from your place like you fell or broke some stuff over there. And sometimes I see you with cuts and scapes on your face too.”
Dex let out a low gravelly chuckle and replied, “I think you’re having some crazy dreams, Y/N. Nothing that exciting is happening over there. And I am a field agent, sweetheart. Sometimes, I end up getting a little banged up from time to time. Nothin’ to be concerned about though.”
You had no reason not to believe him. It all sounded legit and plausible. Dex carried a gun everyday when he went to work. Sometimes, he had to guard hardened criminals or escort them from prison to court and back. His job, at times, could be very dangerous. He was right…you were imagining shit.
“I guess I was just imagining it or dreaming.” You said, touching your hand to your cheek and feeling how warm you were.
“Maybe less sugar before bed, hmmm?” He growled slightly with a wink.
You had the most involuntary reaction to that wink and it happened in between your thighs.
“I’ll try to remember that.” You replied, nervously biting down on your finger. “We still on for our usual Sunday dinner tomorrow?”
Dex nodded and replied with a smile, “Yes, but try not to break any more of your cabinets until I replenish my hardware stash, ok?”
“I make no promises, Benjamin.” You said, wrapping your arms around him to give him a big hug.
He hugged you back and whispered in your ear, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After closing the door behind him, you couldn’t help but let out a forceful exhale and even with the A/C turned down, you still felt warm as the heat rushed across your cheeks. No matter what you tried to do to get your mind off of Dex for the rest of the day, it didn’t work. He was all you thought about from the time he left until the time you went to bed and even then you couldn’t fall asleep.
As the pillow cradled your head that night, you could hear the steady wind outside and you could see his handsome face every time you closed your eyes. As you grew more and more restless, you realized there was only one way you were going to be able to get any sleep tonight. When you closed your eyes again, you saw Dex’s handsome face, his dark green eyes gazing down at you, and he had a devilish smirk across his lips. Imagining your hands were his, you explored your own body like you had done plenty of times before, letting out soft whimpers and moans as your fingers dipped under the waist band of your panties.
You had watched Dex’s thick fingers work on objects in your apartment, using his tools, handling his service weapon, or even just on everyday items like wrapped around a coffee cup and you wondered what they’d feel like wrapped around your throat like a necklace or curled inside you, moving them in and out rhythmically, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. Moaning his name, your walls began to tighten around your fingers and your release started to build quickly as you soaked the sheet underneath you.
If this is how wet you were just thinking about Dex, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like if he was actually touching you. Your pleasure spun tighter and tighter as sinful noises fled from your lips and his name fell out of your mouth like you were always meant to say it before you just exploded and clamped down onto your own fingers imagining they were his.
After your release, you stared at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath and in the gathering darkness you smiled and hummed, as you listened to the late summer winds outside. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.
Little did you know that while you were in the shower earlier, Dex had set up tiny bugs in your apartment just in case someone, other than him, was watching or listening to you. He heard you. He heard your soft whimpers and moans, he heard you touching yourself, and the loud cries of his name. He heard it all.
Dex had grown attached to you. He was very fond of you and would do anything to protect you. But what would you do if you found out the person he was protecting you from was him? He would just have to make sure you would never find out. And also be more careful and quieter when he comes home injured late at night.
**********
As the weeks passed, you felt more comfortable and a lot safer with Dex bringing you to work everyday. Because his clock out times were different everyday depending on what he was doing, he didn’t really get to make sure you got home safely but you usually went to the gym after work anyway and you actually started going with a friend from work which took your mind off of possibly being watched there. She made sure you got home from there and then you did it all again the next day until the weekend.
Friday happy hour came around and you invited Dex to come, as usual when he was finished with work.
After you had a couple of drinks, he asked you, “So, have you been feelin’ better since I’ve been taking you to work everyday? You feel safer?”
After taking a sip of your beer, you replied, “I do. I really appreciate you doing that for me, Dex. It’s so sweet of you.”
“Good. I’d do anything for you and I just wanna keep you safe.” He said, finishing his beer. “You ready to go?”
You nodded, said goodbye to your friends, and he took you home.
After saying goodnight to Dex, you took a shower, got in comfortable clothes and settled in for a night of Real Housewives and relaxation. Reaching for the lamp switch, you turned on the light but when you looked closely at the lampshade, you noticed something small and round attached to the shade. Plucking it from inside the shade, you examined it and thought it looked like one of those bugs you’ve seen in movies that they use when they want to listen in on you without your knowledge.
“Who has access to equipment like this? And why would they want to listen in on me?” You asked yourself.
Suddenly, your blood went cold and the hair on the back of your neck stood on end when you realized that Dex has access to equipment like that and he could sneak those out without anyone realizing. But why would he do that? You were going to find out but first you needed to see if there were any others hidden around the apartment.
You found another under the kitchen cabinet and one more in your bedroom. If Dex was the one listening to you, he heard every time you pleasured yourself thinking about him. He heard you every time you called his name when you came. Every moan, every whimper, every wicked noise you made when you were touching yourself thinking of him, he heard you.
You don’t know that you’ve ever been more angry even with your ex-husband when you found out he had cheated on you multiple times with multiple women. It was time to confront Dex with what you had found.
With the three bugs in your hand, you banged on Dex’s door hard enough that you thought your hand might actually go through it.
He opened the door with a smile on his face but it disappeared quickly when he saw what you were holding.
“Did you do this, Dex?!!” You shouted.
He held out his hand and replied, “I can explain, sweetheart.”
“EXPLAIN??!! You completely invaded my privacy not to mention broken my trust, Benjamin!! You’ve been listening to me for how long?!”
“Sweetheart…” He pleaded.
You interjected, “How long, Dex?!!”
Dex inched a little closer toward you but you moved back.
“Just a few weeks. But it really was for your own good, to keep you safe. I could hear if anyone was in your apartment.” He said.
You yelled, “But you could also hear ME in MY apartment, Dex!! You could hear me in my bedroom! You could hear me every time, couldn’t you!!”
Dex hung his head, and when his eyes finally met your gaze, he replied, “Yes, I could sweetheart but I swear it’s because I care about you so much. I didn’t want anyone to take advantage of you or hurt you. I’m sorry you found out but I’m not sorry for doing it. I know I can take good care of you. I’ve done a good job so far, haven’t I?”
You narrowed your eyes at him as you could not believe he said something that ridiculous.
“You did not just say that to me.” You said sarcastically.
Dex flashed a crooked smile and hung his head again briefly before replying, “I’m sorry sweetheart, but that’s the truth. You know we would be so good together. Please, let me take care of you.”
“I’ve never been more angry…at anyone Dex! Not even my ex-husband! We’re supposed to be friends! I hate you and I never wanna see you again!” You shouted.
You threw the bugs at his feet, turned on your heels, walked into your apartment and slammed the door shut. Dex understood how angry you were and knew it wouldn’t do any good to go after you now because of how furious you were with him.
Maybe it would be better after you both got some sleep.
**********
Two weeks later, after not seeing or speaking with him, you had once again fallen asleep on the couch. This time there was no mistake, you heard a very loud crash coming from Dex’s apartment that woke you out of a sound sleep and even though every bone in your body told you not to go over there, you just couldn’t ignore it. You needed to see if he was ok.
His door was cracked open just a hair so you quietly pushed the door all the way open and called out his name.
“Dex?” You said, looking around in the very dim lit room.
When you glanced at the floor, you noticed some drops of blood leading to the bathroom.
You called out for him again.
“Dex? It’s me…You in the bathroom?” You asked.
You heard painful grunting coming from the bathroom.
“Sweetheart, don’t you come in here!” He shouted.
You rolled your eyes, “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Benjamin!”
When you walked into the bathroom, there was blood in the sink, on the floor, there were dark clothes on the floor, knives on the floor, a pair of black boots, and what looked like a dark colored mask.
Dex was shirtless, he had deep lacerations on his chest and what looked like a bullet wound on his stomach, he was wincing in pain and he had the first aid kit out.
“Oh my god! Dex, what the fuck happened?!!” You yelled and ran over to him, then opened the first aid kit.
He growled, “I’m fine, sweetheart.”
You laughed sarcastically, “HA! The fuck you are! Come on, Rambo. We’re goin’ to my place. I have a better first aid kit than this, plus I have a sewing kit. You really need a hospital.”
“NO!! I’m not goin’ to a hospital!” He said, emphatically.
Dex’s face was a mess too. He had cuts on his forehead, on his cheeks, and one on his lip.
When you moved him to your apartment, you got the bleeding under control, the bullet had only grazed his stomach and after you did, he pleaded with you to do a couple of things for him at his apartment.
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, the favors he asked you to do for him, and even though you were still furious with him and your head told you not to, your heart couldn’t tell him “no.”
You did as he had asked, no, begged you to do for him. You cleaned everything…all of the blood that was all over the floor in the kitchen, the blood that was in the bathroom, and got rid of the clothes, boots and the mask which meant you needed to open the safe that Dex had in the back of one of his closets. You tossed his clothing into the safe and removed some of the weapons he asked for, then closed and locked up the apartment.
When you walked back into your apartment, Dex was stretched out across your couch, eyes closed, and holding clean gauze on his wounds. You closed and locked the door behind you and dimmed the lights.
“You do everything exactly like I told you to?” He asked.
You answered in barely more than a whisper, “Y-yes.”
“And you bring back the guns I asked for?” Dex asked, calmly.
“I did, Dex.” You replied, setting them on your coffee table.
He said with a shy smile, “Thank you.”
Angrily, you answered, “Yeah, well what else was I supposed to do? Let you bleed out all over your bathroom floor?! I need to tend to those wounds.”
The silence between you and Dex was deafening. His ears strained to hear the slightest sound coming from you even if it was just your breathing but you were just still and hostile. He didn’t even flinch when you were stitching him up…maybe he has a high pain tolerance.
“You’re lucky whoever shot at you, the bullet only grazed you.” You said, cleaning and bandaging the wound. “Who shot at you, anyway?”
Dex replied, “The Anti-Vigilante Task Force. They’re probably on their way here, by the way. I’m assuming they figured out who I am by now, which is another reason I bugged your apartment because I didn’t want them coming by when you’re not there or to hurt you because you’re close to me or were…close to me. They’re the ones that were most likely following you too.”
“So you’re FBI by day and a vigilante by night, like Daredevil?” You asked.
Dex just gave you a smirk and replied, “Yes, except, I actually kill people. Mainly, them.”
He winced in pain after he said that which you thought he might have deserved just a little bit.
“You kill them?!” You exclaimed.
He tried to make excuses, “Well, they are trying to kill me, sweetheart.” He stated with a sly smile.
“And do you have a vigilante nickname that they call you out there?” You asked, pointing out the window.
A wide smile stretched across Dex’s lips as he answered you, “Among the task force, they call me Bullseye…because I never miss.”
Those words should not have turned you on like they did but you couldn’t help it. You could feel your heart beating firmly against your chest while trying to keep your hand steady, threading the needle through his warm skin.
As you were finishing the second set of stitches, Dex asked, “Why are you helping me, sweetheart?”
You replied, “Like I said before, what was I supposed to do, Dex? Let you bleed out? I’m not a monster.”
You were fixing gauze to his chest when he whispered, “You hate me.”
Sharing the same air, you looked up at him through your long dark lashes and whispered back, “I hate how much I don’t.”
Your words surprised him. You even surprised yourself with what you said because they were true. You didn’t hate him…far from it. But you couldn’t say it. You were still so angry with him for what he had done and he had done it all without your knowledge. If he had just been honest with you from the start, you might still be angry for wanting to spy on you but you could at least appreciate his honesty.
As you started to clean up and put all the supplies away, Dex gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist. With his free hand, he let his thick fingers trace down your other arm as your breathing became more rapid and your chest rose and fell with every sharp inhale and exhale.
“Thank you for patching me up.” Dex finally said, in a low gravelly tone.
“You’re welcome.” You whispered back.
Before standing all the way up, you leaned in and softly kissed the corner of his mouth but he turned his head and his lips collided with yours. Dex winced in pain because of the cut on his lip.
“OW!” He cried.
You giggled with just a hint of satisfaction.
“You think that’s funny? I’m glad my pain brings you joy, sweetheart.” He grumbled, letting his head fall against the headrest of the couch.
“Serves you right, Benjamin.” You said, folding your arms protectively across your chest.
“Sweetheart, I said I was sorry. Can you please forgive me? I’m in pain here.” He said.
Dex had his eyes closed again. It was a good thing too because you were trying to stop yourself from eye fucking him now that you were sure he wasn’t going to die on your couch. Who knew he was hiding that toned body underneath all of those clothes you usually see him in. He had broad shoulders, a hard defined chest and stomach that you definitely felt while you were putting him back together again.
As you watched his stomach muscles contract and relax, the ache between your thighs grew stronger with each flex. A wet spot formed on your panties when a slight moan escaped his lips and you just couldn’t take it anymore. You dropped the plastic bag of first aid trash at your feet and delicately crawled into his lap. Straddling his hips, you made sure to be mindful of his injuries and breathlessly whispered his name.
Although he was injured, you could feel you weren’t the only one aroused. His hardening length could be felt against your core as you pressed your hips against him.
Sharing the same air, you ghosted your lips over his as you whispered his name once again, “Dex….”
He gently cupped your cheeks as he carefully pressed his lips to yours, making sure not to aggravate the cut on his lip before trying to press a little harder this time. Dex parted your lips with his tongue, gently tapping against your teeth, begging to twist and knot with yours. His strong hands slowly travel down your body, stopping briefly to cup your breast before tickling your sides and coming to rest on your hips.
His cock twitched against your inner thigh as he deepened his kiss and moaned louder into your mouth. Scraping your nails against his scalp, he hisses a little in pain when your chest presses a little too hard into his.
“Oh god, Dex! I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” You asked, gently touching his bandages.
Dex replied, “It’s ok, I guess I deserve it for what I did.”
“Alright…ya know it’s really hard for me to stay mad when you look all sad and pathetic like you do right now. Because I am, ya know…still mad at you…a little.” You replied, your voice trailing off.
Dex gingerly touched his forehead to yours.
“I’m still not sorry I did it. I only want you to be safe. Safe from them and safe from anyone who would want to hurt you.” He said as his lips collided with yours again.
Faintly in the distance, you could hear police sirens getting closer and closer. They will be here soon.
“They’re coming here, aren’t they, Dex.” You asked.
He growled, “Just put me back in my apartment, let them take me. I’m not gonna let you be a part of this.”
“Yeah right, Bullseye, is it? Yeah, they’re not taking you.” You said.
Dex stood up, put his shirt on, and started walking toward the door, “Sweetheart, there’s no place for me to hide. They’re gonna find me!”
You grabbed the sides of his face and gave him another kiss on the lips.
“They will with that attitude! I have a place but you gotta move now and take all this stuff with you because they can’t find any of it. And I gotta clean up, so let’s move!” You said, shoving him toward your bedroom.
“B-but sweetheart, where are we going?!” He asked.
With a wink and a wide smile, you said “I’ll show you.”
**********
Outside, the faded sounds of the approaching sirens were finally not so faded any longer and when you looked at your window you could see the blinking red and blue task force lights against the late night city skyline as they parked outside your building.
They were on their way inside.
Time to look the part. You tousled your hair, twisted your clothes, and the lights had all been off for a handful of minutes already. They were on your floor now and next door at Dex’s place, looking around, messing things up…You were pretty sure they needed a warrant for what they were doing over there but they walked around the city thinking they could do whatever they felt like.
Listening with your ear pressed against the wall, you could hear them opening closets, pushing aside the shower curtain, and looking underneath the bed. Then there was the mumbling back and forth with each other. You couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying to each other but you knew when they found Dex’s safe and how angry they were when they couldn’t get it open.
You knew they wouldn’t find anything. You did everything exactly as Dex had instructed you to and it sounded like your attention to detail paid off because they were leaving and it also sounded like they were frustrated because, just like you knew they would, they found nothing.
Now it was your turn.
Even though you knew they were coming, the loud bangs against your front door still made you jump. You turned on your living room light as you crossed the room to open the door for them and yawned just as you opened the door.
It was still a shock to see the AVTF dressed in full gear with rifles, standing at your door. Your eyes widened as you said with a shocked look on your face, “OH! May I help you, gentlemen?”
“Evening Miss Y/L/N?, you haven’t seen a masked vigilante tonight have you? We believe he’s your neighbor, Benjamin Poindexter.” One of them asked in an angry gravelly voice.
Looking at his badge, the name on it said “Powell.”
“Officer Powell, is it? Yeah, I’ve been asleep forrrrrr…what time is it, anyway?” You asked, innocently.
Officer Powell looked at his watch and replied, “It’s just after midnight, Miss.”
“After midnight?! Goodness! I’ve been asleep for over two hours, Sir. Besides, I’m not exactly a fan of Dex’s right now. He stalked me and invaded my privacy so he is ON my list, if ya know what I mean!” You said, emphatically.
Officer Powell gave his fellow officers a sideways glance and then looked back at you and said, “Well, Miss we realize it’s very late but would you mind if we took a minute to look around just to make sure he’s not here and you’re safe? That way you can go back to sleep and you can sleep soundly tonight?”
You knew your next words were going to irritate him but you couldn’t help it because you could tell Officer Powell was one of those guys who had a huge chip on his shoulder, he was a bully, and he was going to throw his weight around because he didn’t really have to answer to anyone.
“Umm, it’s late guys. Do we really have to do this? I’m pretty sure he’s not here, so you don’t have to waste your time comin’ in here and disturbing my night more than you already have, right?” You replied.
Officer Powell smiled a cocky smile and asked, “Easy way or the hard way, Miss?”
He reacted exactly how you expected him to so you opened the door and let them in. They walked around, looked in all of your rooms, your bathroom, and inside of all of your closets. They checked your trash just like you knew they would, looking for bloody towels or bandages but again, just like in Dex’s apartment, they didn’t find anything.
“Pretty sure he’s not in the trash can, guys. All you’re gonna find are my tissues and my ice cream cartons from my sad Friday night.” You said.
When Powell opened the drawer to your nightstand, he found your 1911.
“You know how to shoot that thing?” He asked in a condescending tone.
Not missing a beat, you replied, “You wanna find out? I think it’s time for you gentlemen to leave.”
“Have a good night, Miss Y/L/N.” Said Powell.
Before closing the door behind them, you replied, “Goodnight officers. Hope you find what you’re looking for.”
You quickly locked the door behind them and also added the deadbolt that Dex had put in for you then ran to your balcony and peered down to the street below to watch them all get into their cars and leave.
When the cars and flashing lights were out of sight, you ran back to your bedroom and into your closet, pushed your clothes to one side, and opened the hidden door to a crawl space in the back of your closet you discovered when you moved in. You hoped Dex was still ok inside the tight space.
You called out to him, “DEX?!! Come on, they’re gone.”
“They’re gone?” He answered.
You said, sarcastically, “No, they’re actually waiting for you in the living room. Yes, they’re gone.”
It wasn’t easy getting him in or out of there but you managed and you were very thankful it worked. You don’t want to lose him.
Being very careful not to hurt him this time, you wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your head against his chest. His strong arms naturally came up to embrace you back before one of his hands reached up and cradled your head.
“Thank you, sweetheart. And did I hear you actually threaten, Powell?” He asked with a wide smile.
“Well if you heard what I said, then you heard what HE said! You don’t get to talk to me in a condescending tone like that!” You shouted.
Dex chuckled a little. “Yes Y/N, I heard what he said. You should have just shot him.”
You shot him a “look.”
“Very funny, Benjamin.” You said, trying to push him away but he wouldn’t let you.
Dex looked down at you, his dark green eyes holding your gaze as he gently swiped one of his hands across your cheek then lightly pulled down on your bottom lip with his thumb and he leaned down to kiss you.
Confused, he looked at you again, then asked, “Did you change? I don’t remember so much, ummm…cleavage.”
You replied, “Well, I thought I could flirt my way out of them coming inside but I guess not.”
“They probably wanted a better look, sweetheart.” He said.
“Hey!” You playfully hit his shoulder.
You actually did change. The tank top you put on had a plunging neckline and the shorts barely covered your ass.
Sitting down on the edge of your bed, you looked up at him and asked, “Well, what do we do now? They won’t come back tonight, will they?”
Dex sat down next to you, tucked a stray hair behind your ear and replied, “Nah, not tonight. We’ll figure something out for tomorrow though. I told you I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“But what about you, Dex? I don’t want anything to happen to you either.” You said.
“You don’t hate me?” Dex asked.
Your expression softened as you replied, “Of course I don’t hate you. I only said that because I was angry with you, Dex. Not because I stopped caring about you. And you really think I would have kissed you earlier if I hated you?”
Dex kissed your forehead and said, “No, I guess not. Should get some sleep, sweetheart.”
“B-but what about you? You need some rest after the night you’ve had too.” You said to him.
“I’m fine. I’ll stay awake and make sure you’re alright, in case they do come back.” He said.
Dex was very insistent that you get some sleep but all you wanted was for him to sleep next to you but you did as he asked you to and let the pillow cradle your head as you tried your best to get some sleep. It wasn’t working though, you were too wired, and needed some help relaxing.
“Dex?” You whined. “I can’t sleep.”
You could almost see the smile on his face even though it was mostly dark in the room. The only light coming from the dimly lit salt lamp in the corner of the room.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think you really tried to go to sleep, did you.” He playfully scolded.
He was too far away at the edge of the bed. You wanted him close so you could touch him and so he could touch you.
“Baby, come closer to me. You’re too far away.” You whimpered.
Dex nervously started to inch closer to you as he replied, “A-are you sure, sweetheart?”
“Please Dex? Please touch me.” You begged, reaching for him.
Dex placed his firearm on the nightstand then removed his boots. You couldn’t see him but you could hear him as you were lying on your side, facing away from him, and waiting impatiently for him to spoon up behind you.
“And don’t you dare come to bed wearing those rough, tactical pants.” You said, trying to sound serious.
You ruined it by letting out a little chuckle.
You turned your head slightly just as you felt the mattress dip underneath you and cool air hit your bare legs when he pulled the blanket back. Dex had removed his shirt also so all he was wearing was a pair of black boxer briefs. His warm body nervously crept up behind you and under the blanket, Dex’s chilled hands shakily inched up the side of your bare thigh.
You tried to calm his nerves by delicately placing your hand on top of his.
“It’s ok, Dex. It’s just me. Just relax, baby.” You whispered.
Dex’s thick fingers pressed against the outside of your thigh then tightly gripped your waist as he pulled your flush against his chest. You could feel his hardening length pressed against your back as you reached back to grab a fistful of his soft blond hair. He tickled the side of your neck with his nose before pressing his lips against your warm soft skin.
“Mmmm…That’s it, baby.” You praised him.
As Dex’s hands wander over your body, wherever they touch you, your skin feels electric, it tingles, and he leaves you begging for more. Guiding his hand to the front of your shorts, you turned your head until your lips found his. Your lips collided with his as he kissed you through his pain and wasted no time in taking your invitation to tease your entrance then pushed a couple of fingers inside your silky, wet heat.
Gasping against his lips, you rolled onto your back so you could see him while he continued to curl his fingers and tease you exactly where you wanted and needed it the most. Arching your back off the bed, Dex buried his fingers deep inside before licking his thumb and drawing circles on your clit. Your walls began to tighten around his fingers as he moved them rhythmically, curling them to hit just the right spot before a fire started to build in the pit of your stomach and you lost control then screamed his name.
“I guess you liked that, huh sweetheart.” Said Dex.
Trying to catch your breath, you shakily replied, “God, y-yes.”
“I like, well…hearing…” Dex trailed off.
Cupping his cheek, you brushed it with your thumb and replied, “Hearing what, Dex?”
Dex firmly nestled himself in between your legs as his lips collided with yours once again, his kisses were all tongue and teeth while he pulled soft whimpers from your lips and his rock hard cock pressed against your core. You ached for him to be inside you.
“I like hearing you scream my name.” He growled in your ear then licked the taste of you from his fingers.
An involuntary whine escaped your lips but before you could say his name again, he kissed the whimper right out of your mouth. His tongue pushed firmly against your teeth, begging to tangle with yours. By now, he forgot all about the pain or he just didn’t care as he moved from your lips to your neck to suck at your pulse point. As you draw in a sharp breath, you could feel his devilish grin against your skin. Bullseye indeed…he seems to always know where exactly to touch you to make you fall apart.
Needy little noises fled from your lips as he marked your skin with his teeth, tagging you with little love bites from the sides of your neck down the delicate skin of your stomach to the inner part of your thigh and back up the other side, like he was leaving little reminders that you are his.
Under his touches, you are nothing but heat and need as his large hand grips the outside of your thigh and his lips find yours once again. They part eagerly as Dex takes the invitation, sliding his tongue along yours with expert teasing strokes that have you clutching at his well-defined chest.
There was nothing but menace in his eyes when he grabbed the hem of your tank top, removed it with ease and tossed it onto the floor. Dex paused briefly to rake a ravenous gaze down your body, you lightly scratched your nails against his scalp, and your need for him pulsed between your thighs. His thick fingers slowly and sensually explored the curves of your breasts before his lips covered your nipple and your breath abandoned you with a sharp exhale.
You whimpered his name again, “Dex…”
Dex kissed in between your breasts and down your stomach before stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He playfully tugged on them with his teeth as a wicked smile curved his lips and goosebumps stippled your legs. Kneeling on your bed, he gently pinched each side of your shorts in between his fingers and eased them down your legs, leaving you in nothing except your panties. Even in your dimly lit bedroom, you could still see the impressive tent in his boxer briefs.
God, you wanted him. But he wasn’t finished.
Dex delicately pulled your panties down and said, “Maybe I’ll add these to the ones I took off your clothesline.”
He followed that with a wink and sly smile.
Your mouth dropped as you said, “YOU took them?!”
Biting down on his lower lip, Dex nodded and started to nestle in between your legs once again as you sat up on your elbows.
“I yelled at those boys' parents downstairs, Benjamin! And it was you the whole time?!” You yelled playfully at him.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t help myself. Will you let me make it up to you?” He asked, softly.
Before you could answer, his mouth was already on you and you let your fingers tangle in his soft blond hair. Your core melts at the sound of his growl against you as his tongue delves between your folds, savoring you, and lapping up every drop of your sweet taste.
Every logical thought was stolen from your head with each stroke of his wicked tongue and the noises he pulled from you however sinful they may sound to anyone else were angelic music to his ears. To keep you flush with the mattress, he gently pressed on your stomach when you tried to arch your back away from the bed as his tongue expertly licked and swirled around your clit.
As your thighs started to quiver, each stab of his firm tongue brought you closer to the sweet coil of pleasure. Dex loved to hear your whines and moans while you lightly pulled on his hair. He eased back to watch your mouth fall open and he pushed two fingers inside of you again, your walls beginning to tighten around them.
“You gonna come for me, sweetheart? I wanna taste you again.” He purred.
His mouth was on you again in addition to his fingers inside of you. Humming against your core, you clamped down onto his fingers, your cries of pleasure echoed off of the bedroom walls, and he savored the taste of you while coming down from your orgasm.
Trying to catch your breath, you said, “I think you made up for it, baby.”
Still slotted between your legs, he replied, “Oh we’re not done yet, love.”
Dex removed his boxer briefs, lined himself up at your entrance and pushed into you easily and to the hilt while you both let out a gasp. Your walls tightened around him with every quick rut of his hips and fresh shivers danced up and down your spine.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Dex.” You purred.
He moaned back, “I have too, sweetheart.”
He hit that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again as that ache of wanting more of him just kept building in the pit of your stomach and you were on edge and close to exploding. Wanting him to go deeper, you tilted your hips so he could bury himself completely inside of you as another orgasm started to build.
The rasp in his voice turns you on when he says, “Let me hear you, sweetheart.”
He pulls back slightly so he can watch you, so he can watch the way he’s making you feel, and the way your body reacts to him.
With your hands roaming his toned body, you trace the lines of his muscular back, trying to memorize the dips and hollows as his muscles flex with every move he makes. More sinful noises and cries of his name escaped your lips as he pulled multiple orgasms from you while his movements became more rapid and erratic.
He was getting close to chasing his own release.
Thrusting faster and grunting louder, he pinned your wrists above your head and continued to fuck you deep into the mattress until his thighs and abs tightened and he completely let go of his release, groaning into the side of your neck as the last waves of your orgasm leave you shuddering against him.
Breathing heavily, Dex kissed the top of your hand and paused like he had something else he wanted to say.
“Dex? Is something wrong?” You asked, trying to catch your breath.
Conflict raged in his eyes and he just blurted out, “You’re mine. I mean…I just…I really want you to…be mine. Ya know…to protect…to always be there for…to…to” He trailed off.
“To…Love?” You asked, shyly.
Dex’s breathing became a little shallow with deep inhales and sharp exhales. You could feel his breath coasting across your skin as your mouth went dry with the realization that Dex was…in love with you?
His mouth curled into a shy smile and he tried to look away from you but you brought his gaze back to meet yours.
“Do you love me, Dex?” You asked in barely more than a whisper.
He nodded and replied, “I do, I love you, Y/N. But I just really need to hear you say that you’ll…” He trailed off again.
With a breath of room between your bodies, you gently pressed your lips to his and parted his lips with your tongue, while he growled into your mouth and his cock grew harder again by the second.
He wasn’t expecting it but you bit down on his lower lip which made him wince.
“OW, sweetheart! I’m still wounded there, ya know.” He said.
You replied, “Oh you can mark me up, but I can’t mark you?”
He started to say something but you cut him off, “I love you too, Dex. And I am all yours. But you’re mine too, got it?”
“I got it, sweetheart. I got it.” He said, holding his hands up in surrender.
Snaking your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close and asked “What are we gonna do about them? I can’t lose you now that I have you.”
He kissed you again and replied, “We’ll figure it out. You think you can go to sleep now?”
You smiled against his lips and said, “I think so. You’re gonna stay, right?”
“Of course I am, you’re mine to protect, sweetheart. I love you.” Dex replied.
You whispered back, “I love you too, Dex.”
**********
He was still a hard man to read but you made him a promise. A promise that you’d always be his. He was at his best when he was protecting you, watching you, loving you, and you felt sorry for anyone who would try and take that away from him.
They’d pay a hefty price for it and they’d pay for it dearly like they did after being together tonight and every night after that until they let you go free. They’d never stop chasing him but you were safe and that’s all that mattered. You were free to live and free to love the vigilante they called…Bullseye.
Tag List: @gijos
I don’t really have a tag list for Dex as of right now but if you would like to be tagged in anything I write for him, feel free to let me know!
Showing my darling long distance BFF @e-dubbc11 some love! I absolutely adore this Dex fic! It's sweet and funny and sexy! I had to fan myself (and find new panties) after this one!
I’m so happy you liked it and thank you so much for helping me with ideas and bouncing dialogue off of you. I appreciate all of your help! This one was fun and I’m excited for the next one! 🥰😘
Ooh I love that you're bringing a conflicting angle on this!
I think it .would take a lot of slowww building up to, huge amounts of laying out trust on both of your parts. I don't think he even likes to touch it himself.
The first brief brush of your fingertips gets you a teeth bearing snarl. He's an abused animal, a dog that doesn't know a safe, comforting touch.
You don't rush it, dropping rewards and praise for the smallest step reached when he comes to you. Making sure he learns and trusts that bodily intimacy does not equal pain (until much later if he wants it to...).
It's just very short gentle moments to begin with, he's letting you hug and hold him sitting or lying down when shirtless, but he won't turn his back on you. Not ready for surprises, yet.
He's more than comfortable exploring your skin. Every expanse, dip, curve, nook... those deft hands are there. That's his forte, where his skills lie, hitting the target every time.
You don't make a big deal out of it, but you notice when he starts opening up, rolling over in bed once he's sure you're satisfied, reaching for your arm to drape over him like he's the little spoon, your nose gently nestled in the nape of his neck. The soft breeze of your warm breath there is enough for now.
When he comes home knotted up with tension you always wish you could work it out of him with your hands, and one day he just lays down on the bed with a deep groan and mumbles please. You sit on the backs of his thighs, avoid direct pressure on his spine, concentrating on his shoulders, ribs and glutes until he's like melted butter underneath you. Then, you very gradually edge in, lightest of pressure until he's practically moaning into the sheets at how good you can make him feel.
And maybe then, after these many months of trust work, he lets you kiss and lick him asshole to elbow 😆
I think I’m gonna have dreams about this, Stef 🥵🫠🥵🫠 love, love, love. I agree he’s like an abused animal with trust issues and you have to work up to that level of intimacy, he responds to gentle touches.
But yes, to all of this!! 🥰 I just love him so hard! 💋
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
The Perfect Combination
While giving a statement to investigators and your HR department about a potential threat at work, you meet a very handsome yet shy FBI agent who asks you out on a date. After a couple of drinks, you end up telling him a secret and he uses his deadly aim to give you something no man has ever given you before.
I Hate the Way I Don’t Hate You
Starting fresh in a new place after your divorce was exactly what you needed and it helped that your neighbor was friendly and easy on the eyes. But when you started to get the feeling that someone was watching you, he was there to offer his help. What you didn’t know was he was the reason you were being watched in the first place.
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Benjamin “Dex” Poindexter aka Bullseye x F! Reader
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ or I’m telling on you!) Oral(F! Receiving), fingering, P in V sex, some swear words, little bit of stalking, love confessions, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, wounded Dex…I think that’s it
Summary: Starting fresh in a new place after your divorce was exactly what you needed and it helped that your neighbor was friendly and easy on the eyes. But when you started to get the feeling that someone was watching you, he was there to offer his help. What you didn’t know was he was the reason you were being watched in the first place.
Word Count: 9.2K-ish (it’s a bit of a longer one)
A/N: So Dex is both FBI and Bullseye in this. So it’s a little Daredevil season 3 and a little Daredevil Born Again. I do what I want and make my own rules, it’s my fic and I’m not sorry lol. Thank you @bartonsparrow25 for beta reading this for me and letting me play around with ideas. I appreciate you ♥️ Also, a shout out to @ariesrin for the prompt I used in this “You hate me.” “I hate how much I don’t.” I’ll leave it linked HERE I had fun with this one so I hope you enjoy it!
As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
A faint summer breeze lightly kissed your face as you stood in front of your open living room window, your new living room window, in your new apartment as you directed the movers as to where you wanted them to place your furniture.
The perfume of the mid summer blooms was strong as you didn’t think the scents from down below could reach up to your window but they did. And as the rays of the late afternoon sun hit the high points of your face, you closed your eyes, took a long deep breath, and as you exhaled, your lips curled into a wide smile because you were finally free and finally happy.
The ink was dry on your divorce papers, your ex-husband was free to continue to sleep his way around the gym that he went to which was good because it was all the way on the other side of town, and you were on your own for the first time in a long time which excited you and scared you at the same time.
As you were moving some boxes inside, your next door neighbor came home so you decided to introduce yourself.
“Hi there!” You said, excitedly. “Looks like I’m your new neighbor, I’m Y/N.”
As you extended your hand, you first noticed how handsome he was, how incredibly handsome he was with very dark green/hazel colored eyes, blond hair, and a very chiseled jawline. You weren’t sure that you had ever seen a more sharp jawline. He was a very difficult man for you to read though…shy and maybe even a little nervous too.
He stared at you with a half smile on his face, almost like he was lost in your eyes before answering you.
“Dex.” He finally blurted out. “Actually, it’s Benjamin but everyone calls me Dex.”
You remembered seeing the last name on the call button downstairs. It said “Poindexter.”
“Because of your last name?” You inquired. “I saw it downstairs. I tend to take notice of these things.” You said with a warm smile.
He nodded, took your hand to shake and blushed a little like he was a little embarrassed.
“Well, uh, do you need any help?” He asked.
You responded, “Oh, I think the movers got all of the big stuff moved but thank you for offering, Dex. I’m sure I’ll see you around…soon.”
As he unlocked his door, he replied with a shy smile, “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
**********
You had always been just one of those people that was highly disciplined and, as some people would call, predictable. You kept a very regimented schedule. During the week, it was work, gym, and then home. Dinner by 6, in bed by 9:30, and you’d do it all again the next day until the weekend came.
On Saturdays, you would go to the gym in the morning but then treat yourself to a coffee, followed by a trip to the bookstore. Sometimes you would leave with a new book, sometimes you wouldn’t, but it was just a fun Saturday tradition you had with yourself. And of course, no Saturday would be complete without running into Dex. It was usually when you were coming back from the bookstore which was always around 1 and he was always leaving his apartment to do his grocery shopping.
From what you could gather, Benjamin Poindexter was also a very disciplined individual and seemed to like his life to be very structured. Everything had its place and there was a place for everything. You assumed he was the type of guy that washed a dish as soon as he was finished using it, like a dirty coffee cup that had to be washed and dried right away or a newspaper had to be put in the “read” pile as soon as he was done reading it with all of the corners aligned with one another. You couldn’t be sure but you were just making an educated guess.
You knew him as Special Agent Benjamin Poindexter, works for the FBI, mysterious and shy yet he was very sweet, a good neighbor, and always asked if you needed a hand with anything. But there was something about him that you just couldn’t quite figure out.
Like the nights where you had fallen asleep on the couch and you’d hear a “thud” or a “crash” outside your door, coming from Dex’s place but you convinced yourself it was a dream or that you imagined it. Or did you?
**********
You were settling into your new single life nicely.
Friday night was your “late” night. You’d stay a little later at work to get some overtime in, then go for a drink with friends, pick up some pizza and wine or beer on the way home, and have a nice relaxing night in.
Tonight the air was balmy with a slight breeze and the peaceful sky above was filled with a lilac sunset. Walking along the cracked city sidewalks, the people walking alongside you kick up scents of salt and concrete but then a feeling comes over you like you’re being watched. You have been having that feeling more and more since you moved, like someone has been watching every move you have been making.
The city has a different feel as the sun starts to go down and the shadows dance across the pavement but you still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling as you pick up the pace toward home with your pizza in one hand and your work bags slung over your other shoulder.
You wondered if Dex was home yet.
Finally, you made it home. No one was behind you but before you went inside your apartment, you knocked on Dex’s door.
He opened the door, still dressed in his work clothes. He looked like he just got home too.
“Hey, Y/N. You ok? What’s goin’ on?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe.
With a hitch in your voice, you replied, “Hey, Dex. Look, I’m so sorry to bother you like this. It looks like you just got home too…ummm.”
You paused to try and keep your composure. You really didn’t want him to see you upset.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked again.
“Dex, I know this is gonna sound really crazy but I feel like I’m being followed or watched or both. And I–I’m a little scared, that’s all.” You said with a nervous chuckle.
Dex murmured, “Ok, ok…gimme your keys. I’ll sweep the place, check it out for you, ok?”
You nodded and swiped a tear away from your cheek.
Dex took your keys, unlocked the door, and removed his firearm from the holster. After he walked through the doorway, you lost sight of him, tightly gripped the pizza box, and impatiently waited for him to come back.
After a few minutes, he called back to you, “All clear, Y/N. It’s ok. Come on.”
Peering around the door, you called out to him, “You sure?”
Holstering his weapon, his lips curled into a warm smile as he replied, “You’re safe, sweetheart. There’s nobody here and nobody has been here.”
Setting the pizza on the counter, you replied, “You can tell that?”
“Yeah, they teach you that in FBI school, Y/N.” He replied with a slight chuckle.
You narrowed your eyes at him and replied, “Very funny, Dex.”
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry.” He said, inching closer to you. Tilting your chin up so you were looking into his dark green eyes, he continued, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Thank you, Dex. You want some pizza?” You asked.
One side of his mouth curled into a smile as he replied, “I’d love some.”
**********
As the summer went on, you and Dex became close friends. He helped you with normal neighborly things like when one of your cabinets fell off its hinges, he fixed it for you.
Dex also helped you put a little clothes line out on your patio which you ended up having to stop putting your panties on because you were pretty sure the teenage boys from downstairs were stealing a pair every time you put them out there.
In return for helping you with things around the apartment, you’d bake him cookies, share your Friday night pizza with him, or invite him out to happy hour with your work friends.
“I made cookies!” You said with your voice full of excitement after he opened the door one Saturday afternoon.
His eyes widened and mouth dropped open as he asked, “Ar-are you wearing anything under that apron, Y/N?”
The shorts and tank top you were wearing made it look like you weren’t wearing anything underneath the apron.
Holding out the plate of cookies, you looked down and began to laugh.
“Oh shit, it really does look like I’m naked under this thing doesn’t it.” You said.
Dex raised his eyebrows, pressed his lips together in a straight line before he stammered, “Uh, yeah…well, maybe j-just a little bit.”
He tried to turn away but you caught him blushing.
“I have shorts and a tank top on. It’s just hard to see, I guess.” You said, not really thinking anything of it. “Take one, they’re warm. I’ve been trying to clean up a little too and it’s warm over there, haven’t turned down the A/C yet. So, actually I came to bring you cookies but also ask you if you wouldn’t mind fixing another one of my cabinets? I went to get the flour out and now it’s just stuck open. Please? I can make you more cookies or dinner…”
Dex interrupted, “Y/N, sweetheart, I told you if you needed anything, all you had to do was ask. You don’t have to make me anything.”
Sheepishly, you replied, “But Dex, I feel like saying ‘thank you’ just isn’t enough. You do so much for me.”
Before taking a bite, Dex said, “Trust me, it’s plenty…these are delicious, by the way. Just let me grab my tools.”
**********
Dex followed you back over to your apartment, trying hard to look everywhere but your backside as you untied your cute little apron and draped it off the back of one of your kitchen chairs. You turned the air conditioning down so it wouldn’t be so hot inside for him to work and pointed out the cabinet that was stuck open.
“They really went all out on the hardware for these cabinets, didn’t they?” You joked. “Ok, well I’ll leave you to do what you do with those magic hands of yours, I’m gonna hop in the shower, wash all this sweat off me. I’ll be out in a minute.”
After your shower, you walked out in a robe and your hair in a towel just as he was finishing up.
“All set, Y/N. That was stuck pretty good.” He said, putting his tools away.
You smiled and replied, “Thank you so much, Dex. Really, what would I do without you?”
Dex let out a low chuckle.
“Ya know, I was thinking…” He started to say. “I know how you said you still have been having that feeling that you’re being followed and watched.”
“Yeah, you probably think I’m crazy, don’t you.” You said.
Dex shook his head, “No sweetheart, I don’t think you’re crazy.” He said. “But we usually go to work around the same time…so, what if I make sure you get to work ok?”
It was probably one of the sweetest offers you’ve ever had from anyone. The reason you had stopped going for runs outside was because you just couldn’t shake that feeling of someone following you so you just kept to running on the treadmill at the gym which even then, you felt safer but every so often, out of nowhere, goosebumps would erupt across your skin and an ice cold shiver would shoot down your spine. You’d look around to try and catch someone looking at you but just like every other time, there wouldn’t be anyone or anyone that you could see but that feeling was still there.
“Dex…that is so sweet. But I don’t wanna make you feel like you have to protect me because I’m paranoid. I’m probably just imagining this shit anyway. Plus, it would just add time to your day and I know how you manage your time down to second so I really can’t ask you to do that.” You said, folding your arms protectively across your chest.
He replied, “You’re not asking, sweetheart. I’m offering. I want you to feel safe so this is how I can do that. Please?”
Suddenly you felt it. You felt a little flutter in the pit of your stomach, something you haven’t felt in quite some time, and you did everything you could to not give away what you were feeling inside. Yes, you and Dex were friends but over these past couple of months, you now realized you had developed feelings for him. You really like him and you’re wondering if he likes you too but again, Dex is a difficult man to read so he probably is just being a good neighbor and being a good FBI agent and trying to keep you safe by making sure you get to work alright.
For now, you’re just going to keep those feelings to yourself.
“Thank you, Dex. I’d really like that.” You replied with a shy smile. “Oh Dex, speaking of being paranoid and imagining shit…sometimes I fall asleep on the couch and…well, you can tell me that it’s probably a dream or something but I swear I’ve heard loud crashes or thuds coming from your place like you fell or broke some stuff over there. And sometimes I see you with cuts and scapes on your face too.”
Dex let out a low gravelly chuckle and replied, “I think you’re having some crazy dreams, Y/N. Nothing that exciting is happening over there. And I am a field agent, sweetheart. Sometimes, I end up getting a little banged up from time to time. Nothin’ to be concerned about though.”
You had no reason not to believe him. It all sounded legit and plausible. Dex carried a gun everyday when he went to work. Sometimes, he had to guard hardened criminals or escort them from prison to court and back. His job, at times, could be very dangerous. He was right…you were imagining shit.
“I guess I was just imagining it or dreaming.” You said, touching your hand to your cheek and feeling how warm you were.
“Maybe less sugar before bed, hmmm?” He growled slightly with a wink.
You had the most involuntary reaction to that wink and it happened in between your thighs.
“I’ll try to remember that.” You replied, nervously biting down on your finger. “We still on for our usual Sunday dinner tomorrow?”
Dex nodded and replied with a smile, “Yes, but try not to break any more of your cabinets until I replenish my hardware stash, ok?”
“I make no promises, Benjamin.” You said, wrapping your arms around him to give him a big hug.
He hugged you back and whispered in your ear, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After closing the door behind him, you couldn’t help but let out a forceful exhale and even with the A/C turned down, you still felt warm as the heat rushed across your cheeks. No matter what you tried to do to get your mind off of Dex for the rest of the day, it didn’t work. He was all you thought about from the time he left until the time you went to bed and even then you couldn’t fall asleep.
As the pillow cradled your head that night, you could hear the steady wind outside and you could see his handsome face every time you closed your eyes. As you grew more and more restless, you realized there was only one way you were going to be able to get any sleep tonight. When you closed your eyes again, you saw Dex’s handsome face, his dark green eyes gazing down at you, and he had a devilish smirk across his lips. Imagining your hands were his, you explored your own body like you had done plenty of times before, letting out soft whimpers and moans as your fingers dipped under the waist band of your panties.
You had watched Dex’s thick fingers work on objects in your apartment, using his tools, handling his service weapon, or even just on everyday items like wrapped around a coffee cup and you wondered what they’d feel like wrapped around your throat like a necklace or curled inside you, moving them in and out rhythmically, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. Moaning his name, your walls began to tighten around your fingers and your release started to build quickly as you soaked the sheet underneath you.
If this is how wet you were just thinking about Dex, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like if he was actually touching you. Your pleasure spun tighter and tighter as sinful noises fled from your lips and his name fell out of your mouth like you were always meant to say it before you just exploded and clamped down onto your own fingers imagining they were his.
After your release, you stared at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath and in the gathering darkness you smiled and hummed, as you listened to the late summer winds outside. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.
Little did you know that while you were in the shower earlier, Dex had set up tiny bugs in your apartment just in case someone, other than him, was watching or listening to you. He heard you. He heard your soft whimpers and moans, he heard you touching yourself, and the loud cries of his name. He heard it all.
Dex had grown attached to you. He was very fond of you and would do anything to protect you. But what would you do if you found out the person he was protecting you from was him? He would just have to make sure you would never find out. And also be more careful and quieter when he comes home injured late at night.
**********
As the weeks passed, you felt more comfortable and a lot safer with Dex bringing you to work everyday. Because his clock out times were different everyday depending on what he was doing, he didn’t really get to make sure you got home safely but you usually went to the gym after work anyway and you actually started going with a friend from work which took your mind off of possibly being watched there. She made sure you got home from there and then you did it all again the next day until the weekend.
Friday happy hour came around and you invited Dex to come, as usual when he was finished with work.
After you had a couple of drinks, he asked you, “So, have you been feelin’ better since I’ve been taking you to work everyday? You feel safer?”
After taking a sip of your beer, you replied, “I do. I really appreciate you doing that for me, Dex. It’s so sweet of you.”
“Good. I’d do anything for you and I just wanna keep you safe.” He said, finishing his beer. “You ready to go?”
You nodded, said goodbye to your friends, and he took you home.
After saying goodnight to Dex, you took a shower, got in comfortable clothes and settled in for a night of Real Housewives and relaxation. Reaching for the lamp switch, you turned on the light but when you looked closely at the lampshade, you noticed something small and round attached to the shade. Plucking it from inside the shade, you examined it and thought it looked like one of those bugs you’ve seen in movies that they use when they want to listen in on you without your knowledge.
“Who has access to equipment like this? And why would they want to listen in on me?” You asked yourself.
Suddenly, your blood went cold and the hair on the back of your neck stood on end when you realized that Dex has access to equipment like that and he could sneak those out without anyone realizing. But why would he do that? You were going to find out but first you needed to see if there were any others hidden around the apartment.
You found another under the kitchen cabinet and one more in your bedroom. If Dex was the one listening to you, he heard every time you pleasured yourself thinking about him. He heard you every time you called his name when you came. Every moan, every whimper, every wicked noise you made when you were touching yourself thinking of him, he heard you.
You don’t know that you’ve ever been more angry even with your ex-husband when you found out he had cheated on you multiple times with multiple women. It was time to confront Dex with what you had found.
With the three bugs in your hand, you banged on Dex’s door hard enough that you thought your hand might actually go through it.
He opened the door with a smile on his face but it disappeared quickly when he saw what you were holding.
“Did you do this, Dex?!!” You shouted.
He held out his hand and replied, “I can explain, sweetheart.”
“EXPLAIN??!! You completely invaded my privacy not to mention broken my trust, Benjamin!! You’ve been listening to me for how long?!”
“Sweetheart…” He pleaded.
You interjected, “How long, Dex?!!”
Dex inched a little closer toward you but you moved back.
“Just a few weeks. But it really was for your own good, to keep you safe. I could hear if anyone was in your apartment.” He said.
You yelled, “But you could also hear ME in MY apartment, Dex!! You could hear me in my bedroom! You could hear me every time, couldn’t you!!”
Dex hung his head, and when his eyes finally met your gaze, he replied, “Yes, I could sweetheart but I swear it’s because I care about you so much. I didn’t want anyone to take advantage of you or hurt you. I’m sorry you found out but I’m not sorry for doing it. I know I can take good care of you. I’ve done a good job so far, haven’t I?”
You narrowed your eyes at him as you could not believe he said something that ridiculous.
“You did not just say that to me.” You said sarcastically.
Dex flashed a crooked smile and hung his head again briefly before replying, “I’m sorry sweetheart, but that’s the truth. You know we would be so good together. Please, let me take care of you.”
“I’ve never been more angry…at anyone Dex! Not even my ex-husband! We’re supposed to be friends! I hate you and I never wanna see you again!” You shouted.
You threw the bugs at his feet, turned on your heels, walked into your apartment and slammed the door shut. Dex understood how angry you were and knew it wouldn’t do any good to go after you now because of how furious you were with him.
Maybe it would be better after you both got some sleep.
**********
Two weeks later, after not seeing or speaking with him, you had once again fallen asleep on the couch. This time there was no mistake, you heard a very loud crash coming from Dex’s apartment that woke you out of a sound sleep and even though every bone in your body told you not to go over there, you just couldn’t ignore it. You needed to see if he was ok.
His door was cracked open just a hair so you quietly pushed the door all the way open and called out his name.
“Dex?” You said, looking around in the very dim lit room.
When you glanced at the floor, you noticed some drops of blood leading to the bathroom.
You called out for him again.
“Dex? It’s me…You in the bathroom?” You asked.
You heard painful grunting coming from the bathroom.
“Sweetheart, don’t you come in here!” He shouted.
You rolled your eyes, “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Benjamin!”
When you walked into the bathroom, there was blood in the sink, on the floor, there were dark clothes on the floor, knives on the floor, a pair of black boots, and what looked like a dark colored mask.
Dex was shirtless, he had deep lacerations on his chest and what looked like a bullet wound on his stomach, he was wincing in pain and he had the first aid kit out.
“Oh my god! Dex, what the fuck happened?!!” You yelled and ran over to him, then opened the first aid kit.
He growled, “I’m fine, sweetheart.”
You laughed sarcastically, “HA! The fuck you are! Come on, Rambo. We’re goin’ to my place. I have a better first aid kit than this, plus I have a sewing kit. You really need a hospital.”
“NO!! I’m not goin’ to a hospital!” He said, emphatically.
Dex’s face was a mess too. He had cuts on his forehead, on his cheeks, and one on his lip.
When you moved him to your apartment, you got the bleeding under control, the bullet had only grazed his stomach and after you did, he pleaded with you to do a couple of things for him at his apartment.
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, the favors he asked you to do for him, and even though you were still furious with him and your head told you not to, your heart couldn’t tell him “no.”
You did as he had asked, no, begged you to do for him. You cleaned everything…all of the blood that was all over the floor in the kitchen, the blood that was in the bathroom, and got rid of the clothes, boots and the mask which meant you needed to open the safe that Dex had in the back of one of his closets. You tossed his clothing into the safe and removed some of the weapons he asked for, then closed and locked up the apartment.
When you walked back into your apartment, Dex was stretched out across your couch, eyes closed, and holding clean gauze on his wounds. You closed and locked the door behind you and dimmed the lights.
“You do everything exactly like I told you to?” He asked.
You answered in barely more than a whisper, “Y-yes.”
“And you bring back the guns I asked for?” Dex asked, calmly.
“I did, Dex.” You replied, setting them on your coffee table.
He said with a shy smile, “Thank you.”
Angrily, you answered, “Yeah, well what else was I supposed to do? Let you bleed out all over your bathroom floor?! I need to tend to those wounds.”
The silence between you and Dex was deafening. His ears strained to hear the slightest sound coming from you even if it was just your breathing but you were just still and hostile. He didn’t even flinch when you were stitching him up…maybe he has a high pain tolerance.
“You’re lucky whoever shot at you, the bullet only grazed you.” You said, cleaning and bandaging the wound. “Who shot at you, anyway?”
Dex replied, “The Anti-Vigilante Task Force. They’re probably on their way here, by the way. I’m assuming they figured out who I am by now, which is another reason I bugged your apartment because I didn’t want them coming by when you’re not there or to hurt you because you’re close to me or were…close to me. They’re the ones that were most likely following you too.”
“So you’re FBI by day and a vigilante by night, like Daredevil?” You asked.
Dex just gave you a smirk and replied, “Yes, except, I actually kill people. Mainly, them.”
He winced in pain after he said that which you thought he might have deserved just a little bit.
“You kill them?!” You exclaimed.
He tried to make excuses, “Well, they are trying to kill me, sweetheart.” He stated with a sly smile.
“And do you have a vigilante nickname that they call you out there?” You asked, pointing out the window.
A wide smile stretched across Dex’s lips as he answered you, “Among the task force, they call me Bullseye…because I never miss.”
Those words should not have turned you on like they did but you couldn’t help it. You could feel your heart beating firmly against your chest while trying to keep your hand steady, threading the needle through his warm skin.
As you were finishing the second set of stitches, Dex asked, “Why are you helping me, sweetheart?”
You replied, “Like I said before, what was I supposed to do, Dex? Let you bleed out? I’m not a monster.”
You were fixing gauze to his chest when he whispered, “You hate me.”
Sharing the same air, you looked up at him through your long dark lashes and whispered back, “I hate how much I don’t.”
Your words surprised him. You even surprised yourself with what you said because they were true. You didn’t hate him…far from it. But you couldn’t say it. You were still so angry with him for what he had done and he had done it all without your knowledge. If he had just been honest with you from the start, you might still be angry for wanting to spy on you but you could at least appreciate his honesty.
As you started to clean up and put all the supplies away, Dex gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist. With his free hand, he let his thick fingers trace down your other arm as your breathing became more rapid and your chest rose and fell with every sharp inhale and exhale.
“Thank you for patching me up.” Dex finally said, in a low gravelly tone.
“You’re welcome.” You whispered back.
Before standing all the way up, you leaned in and softly kissed the corner of his mouth but he turned his head and his lips collided with yours. Dex winced in pain because of the cut on his lip.
“OW!” He cried.
You giggled with just a hint of satisfaction.
“You think that’s funny? I’m glad my pain brings you joy, sweetheart.” He grumbled, letting his head fall against the headrest of the couch.
“Serves you right, Benjamin.” You said, folding your arms protectively across your chest.
“Sweetheart, I said I was sorry. Can you please forgive me? I’m in pain here.” He said.
Dex had his eyes closed again. It was a good thing too because you were trying to stop yourself from eye fucking him now that you were sure he wasn’t going to die on your couch. Who knew he was hiding that toned body underneath all of those clothes you usually see him in. He had broad shoulders, a hard defined chest and stomach that you definitely felt while you were putting him back together again.
As you watched his stomach muscles contract and relax, the ache between your thighs grew stronger with each flex. A wet spot formed on your panties when a slight moan escaped his lips and you just couldn’t take it anymore. You dropped the plastic bag of first aid trash at your feet and delicately crawled into his lap. Straddling his hips, you made sure to be mindful of his injuries and breathlessly whispered his name.
Although he was injured, you could feel you weren’t the only one aroused. His hardening length could be felt against your core as you pressed your hips against him.
Sharing the same air, you ghosted your lips over his as you whispered his name once again, “Dex….”
He gently cupped your cheeks as he carefully pressed his lips to yours, making sure not to aggravate the cut on his lip before trying to press a little harder this time. Dex parted your lips with his tongue, gently tapping against your teeth, begging to twist and knot with yours. His strong hands slowly travel down your body, stopping briefly to cup your breast before tickling your sides and coming to rest on your hips.
His cock twitched against your inner thigh as he deepened his kiss and moaned louder into your mouth. Scraping your nails against his scalp, he hisses a little in pain when your chest presses a little too hard into his.
“Oh god, Dex! I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” You asked, gently touching his bandages.
Dex replied, “It’s ok, I guess I deserve it for what I did.”
“Alright…ya know it’s really hard for me to stay mad when you look all sad and pathetic like you do right now. Because I am, ya know…still mad at you…a little.” You replied, your voice trailing off.
Dex gingerly touched his forehead to yours.
“I’m still not sorry I did it. I only want you to be safe. Safe from them and safe from anyone who would want to hurt you.” He said as his lips collided with yours again.
Faintly in the distance, you could hear police sirens getting closer and closer. They will be here soon.
“They’re coming here, aren’t they, Dex.” You asked.
He growled, “Just put me back in my apartment, let them take me. I’m not gonna let you be a part of this.”
“Yeah right, Bullseye, is it? Yeah, they’re not taking you.” You said.
Dex stood up, put his shirt on, and started walking toward the door, “Sweetheart, there’s no place for me to hide. They’re gonna find me!”
You grabbed the sides of his face and gave him another kiss on the lips.
“They will with that attitude! I have a place but you gotta move now and take all this stuff with you because they can’t find any of it. And I gotta clean up, so let’s move!” You said, shoving him toward your bedroom.
“B-but sweetheart, where are we going?!” He asked.
With a wink and a wide smile, you said “I’ll show you.”
**********
Outside, the faded sounds of the approaching sirens were finally not so faded any longer and when you looked at your window you could see the blinking red and blue task force lights against the late night city skyline as they parked outside your building.
They were on their way inside.
Time to look the part. You tousled your hair, twisted your clothes, and the lights had all been off for a handful of minutes already. They were on your floor now and next door at Dex’s place, looking around, messing things up…You were pretty sure they needed a warrant for what they were doing over there but they walked around the city thinking they could do whatever they felt like.
Listening with your ear pressed against the wall, you could hear them opening closets, pushing aside the shower curtain, and looking underneath the bed. Then there was the mumbling back and forth with each other. You couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying to each other but you knew when they found Dex’s safe and how angry they were when they couldn’t get it open.
You knew they wouldn’t find anything. You did everything exactly as Dex had instructed you to and it sounded like your attention to detail paid off because they were leaving and it also sounded like they were frustrated because, just like you knew they would, they found nothing.
Now it was your turn.
Even though you knew they were coming, the loud bangs against your front door still made you jump. You turned on your living room light as you crossed the room to open the door for them and yawned just as you opened the door.
It was still a shock to see the AVTF dressed in full gear with rifles, standing at your door. Your eyes widened as you said with a shocked look on your face, “OH! May I help you, gentlemen?”
“Evening Miss Y/L/N?, you haven’t seen a masked vigilante tonight have you? We believe he’s your neighbor, Benjamin Poindexter.” One of them asked in an angry gravelly voice.
Looking at his badge, the name on it said “Powell.”
“Officer Powell, is it? Yeah, I’ve been asleep forrrrrr…what time is it, anyway?” You asked, innocently.
Officer Powell looked at his watch and replied, “It’s just after midnight, Miss.”
“After midnight?! Goodness! I’ve been asleep for over two hours, Sir. Besides, I’m not exactly a fan of Dex’s right now. He stalked me and invaded my privacy so he is ON my list, if ya know what I mean!” You said, emphatically.
Officer Powell gave his fellow officers a sideways glance and then looked back at you and said, “Well, Miss we realize it’s very late but would you mind if we took a minute to look around just to make sure he’s not here and you’re safe? That way you can go back to sleep and you can sleep soundly tonight?”
You knew your next words were going to irritate him but you couldn’t help it because you could tell Officer Powell was one of those guys who had a huge chip on his shoulder, he was a bully, and he was going to throw his weight around because he didn’t really have to answer to anyone.
“Umm, it’s late guys. Do we really have to do this? I’m pretty sure he’s not here, so you don’t have to waste your time comin’ in here and disturbing my night more than you already have, right?” You replied.
Officer Powell smiled a cocky smile and asked, “Easy way or the hard way, Miss?”
He reacted exactly how you expected him to so you opened the door and let them in. They walked around, looked in all of your rooms, your bathroom, and inside of all of your closets. They checked your trash just like you knew they would, looking for bloody towels or bandages but again, just like in Dex’s apartment, they didn’t find anything.
“Pretty sure he’s not in the trash can, guys. All you’re gonna find are my tissues and my ice cream cartons from my sad Friday night.” You said.
When Powell opened the drawer to your nightstand, he found your 1911.
“You know how to shoot that thing?” He asked in a condescending tone.
Not missing a beat, you replied, “You wanna find out? I think it’s time for you gentlemen to leave.”
“Have a good night, Miss Y/L/N.” Said Powell.
Before closing the door behind them, you replied, “Goodnight officers. Hope you find what you’re looking for.”
You quickly locked the door behind them and also added the deadbolt that Dex had put in for you then ran to your balcony and peered down to the street below to watch them all get into their cars and leave.
When the cars and flashing lights were out of sight, you ran back to your bedroom and into your closet, pushed your clothes to one side, and opened the hidden door to a crawl space in the back of your closet you discovered when you moved in. You hoped Dex was still ok inside the tight space.
You called out to him, “DEX?!! Come on, they’re gone.”
“They’re gone?” He answered.
You said, sarcastically, “No, they’re actually waiting for you in the living room. Yes, they’re gone.”
It wasn’t easy getting him in or out of there but you managed and you were very thankful it worked. You don’t want to lose him.
Being very careful not to hurt him this time, you wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your head against his chest. His strong arms naturally came up to embrace you back before one of his hands reached up and cradled your head.
“Thank you, sweetheart. And did I hear you actually threaten, Powell?” He asked with a wide smile.
“Well if you heard what I said, then you heard what HE said! You don’t get to talk to me in a condescending tone like that!” You shouted.
Dex chuckled a little. “Yes Y/N, I heard what he said. You should have just shot him.”
You shot him a “look.”
“Very funny, Benjamin.” You said, trying to push him away but he wouldn’t let you.
Dex looked down at you, his dark green eyes holding your gaze as he gently swiped one of his hands across your cheek then lightly pulled down on your bottom lip with his thumb and he leaned down to kiss you.
Confused, he looked at you again, then asked, “Did you change? I don’t remember so much, ummm…cleavage.”
You replied, “Well, I thought I could flirt my way out of them coming inside but I guess not.”
“They probably wanted a better look, sweetheart.” He said.
“Hey!” You playfully hit his shoulder.
You actually did change. The tank top you put on had a plunging neckline and the shorts barely covered your ass.
Sitting down on the edge of your bed, you looked up at him and asked, “Well, what do we do now? They won’t come back tonight, will they?”
Dex sat down next to you, tucked a stray hair behind your ear and replied, “Nah, not tonight. We’ll figure something out for tomorrow though. I told you I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“But what about you, Dex? I don’t want anything to happen to you either.” You said.
“You don’t hate me?” Dex asked.
Your expression softened as you replied, “Of course I don’t hate you. I only said that because I was angry with you, Dex. Not because I stopped caring about you. And you really think I would have kissed you earlier if I hated you?”
Dex kissed your forehead and said, “No, I guess not. Should get some sleep, sweetheart.”
“B-but what about you? You need some rest after the night you’ve had too.” You said to him.
“I’m fine. I’ll stay awake and make sure you’re alright, in case they do come back.” He said.
Dex was very insistent that you get some sleep but all you wanted was for him to sleep next to you but you did as he asked you to and let the pillow cradle your head as you tried your best to get some sleep. It wasn’t working though, you were too wired, and needed some help relaxing.
“Dex?” You whined. “I can’t sleep.”
You could almost see the smile on his face even though it was mostly dark in the room. The only light coming from the dimly lit salt lamp in the corner of the room.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think you really tried to go to sleep, did you.” He playfully scolded.
He was too far away at the edge of the bed. You wanted him close so you could touch him and so he could touch you.
“Baby, come closer to me. You’re too far away.” You whimpered.
Dex nervously started to inch closer to you as he replied, “A-are you sure, sweetheart?”
“Please Dex? Please touch me.” You begged, reaching for him.
Dex placed his firearm on the nightstand then removed his boots. You couldn’t see him but you could hear him as you were lying on your side, facing away from him, and waiting impatiently for him to spoon up behind you.
“And don’t you dare come to bed wearing those rough, tactical pants.” You said, trying to sound serious.
You ruined it by letting out a little chuckle.
You turned your head slightly just as you felt the mattress dip underneath you and cool air hit your bare legs when he pulled the blanket back. Dex had removed his shirt also so all he was wearing was a pair of black boxer briefs. His warm body nervously crept up behind you and under the blanket, Dex’s chilled hands shakily inched up the side of your bare thigh.
You tried to calm his nerves by delicately placing your hand on top of his.
“It’s ok, Dex. It’s just me. Just relax, baby.” You whispered.
Dex’s thick fingers pressed against the outside of your thigh then tightly gripped your waist as he pulled your flush against his chest. You could feel his hardening length pressed against your back as you reached back to grab a fistful of his soft blond hair. He tickled the side of your neck with his nose before pressing his lips against your warm soft skin.
“Mmmm…That’s it, baby.” You praised him.
As Dex’s hands wander over your body, wherever they touch you, your skin feels electric, it tingles, and he leaves you begging for more. Guiding his hand to the front of your shorts, you turned your head until your lips found his. Your lips collided with his as he kissed you through his pain and wasted no time in taking your invitation to tease your entrance then pushed a couple of fingers inside your silky, wet heat.
Gasping against his lips, you rolled onto your back so you could see him while he continued to curl his fingers and tease you exactly where you wanted and needed it the most. Arching your back off the bed, Dex buried his fingers deep inside before licking his thumb and drawing circles on your clit. Your walls began to tighten around his fingers as he moved them rhythmically, curling them to hit just the right spot before a fire started to build in the pit of your stomach and you lost control then screamed his name.
“I guess you liked that, huh sweetheart.” Said Dex.
Trying to catch your breath, you shakily replied, “God, y-yes.”
“I like, well…hearing…” Dex trailed off.
Cupping his cheek, you brushed it with your thumb and replied, “Hearing what, Dex?”
Dex firmly nestled himself in between your legs as his lips collided with yours once again, his kisses were all tongue and teeth while he pulled soft whimpers from your lips and his rock hard cock pressed against your core. You ached for him to be inside you.
“I like hearing you scream my name.” He growled in your ear then licked the taste of you from his fingers.
An involuntary whine escaped your lips but before you could say his name again, he kissed the whimper right out of your mouth. His tongue pushed firmly against your teeth, begging to tangle with yours. By now, he forgot all about the pain or he just didn’t care as he moved from your lips to your neck to suck at your pulse point. As you draw in a sharp breath, you could feel his devilish grin against your skin. Bullseye indeed…he seems to always know where exactly to touch you to make you fall apart.
Needy little noises fled from your lips as he marked your skin with his teeth, tagging you with little love bites from the sides of your neck down the delicate skin of your stomach to the inner part of your thigh and back up the other side, like he was leaving little reminders that you are his.
Under his touches, you are nothing but heat and need as his large hand grips the outside of your thigh and his lips find yours once again. They part eagerly as Dex takes the invitation, sliding his tongue along yours with expert teasing strokes that have you clutching at his well-defined chest.
There was nothing but menace in his eyes when he grabbed the hem of your tank top, removed it with ease and tossed it onto the floor. Dex paused briefly to rake a ravenous gaze down your body, you lightly scratched your nails against his scalp, and your need for him pulsed between your thighs. His thick fingers slowly and sensually explored the curves of your breasts before his lips covered your nipple and your breath abandoned you with a sharp exhale.
You whimpered his name again, “Dex…”
Dex kissed in between your breasts and down your stomach before stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He playfully tugged on them with his teeth as a wicked smile curved his lips and goosebumps stippled your legs. Kneeling on your bed, he gently pinched each side of your shorts in between his fingers and eased them down your legs, leaving you in nothing except your panties. Even in your dimly lit bedroom, you could still see the impressive tent in his boxer briefs.
God, you wanted him. But he wasn’t finished.
Dex delicately pulled your panties down and said, “Maybe I’ll add these to the ones I took off your clothesline.”
He followed that with a wink and sly smile.
Your mouth dropped as you said, “YOU took them?!”
Biting down on his lower lip, Dex nodded and started to nestle in between your legs once again as you sat up on your elbows.
“I yelled at those boys' parents downstairs, Benjamin! And it was you the whole time?!” You yelled playfully at him.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t help myself. Will you let me make it up to you?” He asked, softly.
Before you could answer, his mouth was already on you and you let your fingers tangle in his soft blond hair. Your core melts at the sound of his growl against you as his tongue delves between your folds, savoring you, and lapping up every drop of your sweet taste.
Every logical thought was stolen from your head with each stroke of his wicked tongue and the noises he pulled from you however sinful they may sound to anyone else were angelic music to his ears. To keep you flush with the mattress, he gently pressed on your stomach when you tried to arch your back away from the bed as his tongue expertly licked and swirled around your clit.
As your thighs started to quiver, each stab of his firm tongue brought you closer to the sweet coil of pleasure. Dex loved to hear your whines and moans while you lightly pulled on his hair. He eased back to watch your mouth fall open and he pushed two fingers inside of you again, your walls beginning to tighten around them.
“You gonna come for me, sweetheart? I wanna taste you again.” He purred.
His mouth was on you again in addition to his fingers inside of you. Humming against your core, you clamped down onto his fingers, your cries of pleasure echoed off of the bedroom walls, and he savored the taste of you while coming down from your orgasm.
Trying to catch your breath, you said, “I think you made up for it, baby.”
Still slotted between your legs, he replied, “Oh we’re not done yet, love.”
Dex removed his boxer briefs, lined himself up at your entrance and pushed into you easily and to the hilt while you both let out a gasp. Your walls tightened around him with every quick rut of his hips and fresh shivers danced up and down your spine.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Dex.” You purred.
He moaned back, “I have too, sweetheart.”
He hit that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again as that ache of wanting more of him just kept building in the pit of your stomach and you were on edge and close to exploding. Wanting him to go deeper, you tilted your hips so he could bury himself completely inside of you as another orgasm started to build.
The rasp in his voice turns you on when he says, “Let me hear you, sweetheart.”
He pulls back slightly so he can watch you, so he can watch the way he’s making you feel, and the way your body reacts to him.
With your hands roaming his toned body, you trace the lines of his muscular back, trying to memorize the dips and hollows as his muscles flex with every move he makes. More sinful noises and cries of his name escaped your lips as he pulled multiple orgasms from you while his movements became more rapid and erratic.
He was getting close to chasing his own release.
Thrusting faster and grunting louder, he pinned your wrists above your head and continued to fuck you deep into the mattress until his thighs and abs tightened and he completely let go of his release, groaning into the side of your neck as the last waves of your orgasm leave you shuddering against him.
Breathing heavily, Dex kissed the top of your hand and paused like he had something else he wanted to say.
“Dex? Is something wrong?” You asked, trying to catch your breath.
Conflict raged in his eyes and he just blurted out, “You’re mine. I mean…I just…I really want you to…be mine. Ya know…to protect…to always be there for…to…to” He trailed off.
“To…Love?” You asked, shyly.
Dex’s breathing became a little shallow with deep inhales and sharp exhales. You could feel his breath coasting across your skin as your mouth went dry with the realization that Dex was…in love with you?
His mouth curled into a shy smile and he tried to look away from you but you brought his gaze back to meet yours.
“Do you love me, Dex?” You asked in barely more than a whisper.
He nodded and replied, “I do, I love you, Y/N. But I just really need to hear you say that you’ll…” He trailed off again.
With a breath of room between your bodies, you gently pressed your lips to his and parted his lips with your tongue, while he growled into your mouth and his cock grew harder again by the second.
He wasn’t expecting it but you bit down on his lower lip which made him wince.
“OW, sweetheart! I’m still wounded there, ya know.” He said.
You replied, “Oh you can mark me up, but I can’t mark you?”
He started to say something but you cut him off, “I love you too, Dex. And I am all yours. But you’re mine too, got it?”
“I got it, sweetheart. I got it.” He said, holding his hands up in surrender.
Snaking your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close and asked “What are we gonna do about them? I can’t lose you now that I have you.”
He kissed you again and replied, “We’ll figure it out. You think you can go to sleep now?”
You smiled against his lips and said, “I think so. You’re gonna stay, right?”
“Of course I am, you’re mine to protect, sweetheart. I love you.” Dex replied.
You whispered back, “I love you too, Dex.”
**********
He was still a hard man to read but you made him a promise. A promise that you’d always be his. He was at his best when he was protecting you, watching you, loving you, and you felt sorry for anyone who would try and take that away from him.
They’d pay a hefty price for it and they’d pay for it dearly like they did after being together tonight and every night after that until they let you go free. They’d never stop chasing him but you were safe and that’s all that mattered. You were free to live and free to love the vigilante they called…Bullseye.
Tag List: @gijos
I don’t really have a tag list for Dex as of right now but if you would like to be tagged in anything I write for him, feel free to let me know!
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
Pairing: Benjamin “Dex” Poindexter aka Bullseye x F! Reader
Warnings: SMUT! (18+ or I’m telling on you!) Oral(F! Receiving), fingering, P in V sex, some swear words, little bit of stalking, love confessions, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, wounded Dex…I think that’s it
Summary: Starting fresh in a new place after your divorce was exactly what you needed and it helped that your neighbor was friendly and easy on the eyes. But when you started to get the feeling that someone was watching you, he was there to offer his help. What you didn’t know was he was the reason you were being watched in the first place.
Word Count: 9.2K-ish (it’s a bit of a longer one)
A/N: So Dex is both FBI and Bullseye in this. So it’s a little Daredevil season 3 and a little Daredevil Born Again. I do what I want and make my own rules, it’s my fic and I’m not sorry lol. Thank you @bartonsparrow25 for beta reading this for me and letting me play around with ideas. I appreciate you ♥️ Also, a shout out to @ariesrin for the prompt I used in this “You hate me.” “I hate how much I don’t.” I’ll leave it linked HERE I had fun with this one so I hope you enjoy it!
As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕
A faint summer breeze lightly kissed your face as you stood in front of your open living room window, your new living room window, in your new apartment as you directed the movers as to where you wanted them to place your furniture.
The perfume of the mid summer blooms was strong as you didn’t think the scents from down below could reach up to your window but they did. And as the rays of the late afternoon sun hit the high points of your face, you closed your eyes, took a long deep breath, and as you exhaled, your lips curled into a wide smile because you were finally free and finally happy.
The ink was dry on your divorce papers, your ex-husband was free to continue to sleep his way around the gym that he went to which was good because it was all the way on the other side of town, and you were on your own for the first time in a long time which excited you and scared you at the same time.
As you were moving some boxes inside, your next door neighbor came home so you decided to introduce yourself.
“Hi there!” You said, excitedly. “Looks like I’m your new neighbor, I’m Y/N.”
As you extended your hand, you first noticed how handsome he was, how incredibly handsome he was with very dark green/hazel colored eyes, blond hair, and a very chiseled jawline. You weren’t sure that you had ever seen a more sharp jawline. He was a very difficult man for you to read though…shy and maybe even a little nervous too.
He stared at you with a half smile on his face, almost like he was lost in your eyes before answering you.
“Dex.” He finally blurted out. “Actually, it’s Benjamin but everyone calls me Dex.”
You remembered seeing the last name on the call button downstairs. It said “Poindexter.”
“Because of your last name?” You inquired. “I saw it downstairs. I tend to take notice of these things.” You said with a warm smile.
He nodded, took your hand to shake and blushed a little like he was a little embarrassed.
“Well, uh, do you need any help?” He asked.
You responded, “Oh, I think the movers got all of the big stuff moved but thank you for offering, Dex. I’m sure I’ll see you around…soon.”
As he unlocked his door, he replied with a shy smile, “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
**********
You had always been just one of those people that was highly disciplined and, as some people would call, predictable. You kept a very regimented schedule. During the week, it was work, gym, and then home. Dinner by 6, in bed by 9:30, and you’d do it all again the next day until the weekend came.
On Saturdays, you would go to the gym in the morning but then treat yourself to a coffee, followed by a trip to the bookstore. Sometimes you would leave with a new book, sometimes you wouldn’t, but it was just a fun Saturday tradition you had with yourself. And of course, no Saturday would be complete without running into Dex. It was usually when you were coming back from the bookstore which was always around 1 and he was always leaving his apartment to do his grocery shopping.
From what you could gather, Benjamin Poindexter was also a very disciplined individual and seemed to like his life to be very structured. Everything had its place and there was a place for everything. You assumed he was the type of guy that washed a dish as soon as he was finished using it, like a dirty coffee cup that had to be washed and dried right away or a newspaper had to be put in the “read” pile as soon as he was done reading it with all of the corners aligned with one another. You couldn’t be sure but you were just making an educated guess.
You knew him as Special Agent Benjamin Poindexter, works for the FBI, mysterious and shy yet he was very sweet, a good neighbor, and always asked if you needed a hand with anything. But there was something about him that you just couldn’t quite figure out.
Like the nights where you had fallen asleep on the couch and you’d hear a “thud” or a “crash” outside your door, coming from Dex’s place but you convinced yourself it was a dream or that you imagined it. Or did you?
**********
You were settling into your new single life nicely.
Friday night was your “late” night. You’d stay a little later at work to get some overtime in, then go for a drink with friends, pick up some pizza and wine or beer on the way home, and have a nice relaxing night in.
Tonight the air was balmy with a slight breeze and the peaceful sky above was filled with a lilac sunset. Walking along the cracked city sidewalks, the people walking alongside you kick up scents of salt and concrete but then a feeling comes over you like you’re being watched. You have been having that feeling more and more since you moved, like someone has been watching every move you have been making.
The city has a different feel as the sun starts to go down and the shadows dance across the pavement but you still couldn’t shake that uneasy feeling as you pick up the pace toward home with your pizza in one hand and your work bags slung over your other shoulder.
You wondered if Dex was home yet.
Finally, you made it home. No one was behind you but before you went inside your apartment, you knocked on Dex’s door.
He opened the door, still dressed in his work clothes. He looked like he just got home too.
“Hey, Y/N. You ok? What’s goin’ on?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe.
With a hitch in your voice, you replied, “Hey, Dex. Look, I’m so sorry to bother you like this. It looks like you just got home too…ummm.”
You paused to try and keep your composure. You really didn’t want him to see you upset.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked again.
“Dex, I know this is gonna sound really crazy but I feel like I’m being followed or watched or both. And I–I’m a little scared, that’s all.” You said with a nervous chuckle.
Dex murmured, “Ok, ok…gimme your keys. I’ll sweep the place, check it out for you, ok?”
You nodded and swiped a tear away from your cheek.
Dex took your keys, unlocked the door, and removed his firearm from the holster. After he walked through the doorway, you lost sight of him, tightly gripped the pizza box, and impatiently waited for him to come back.
After a few minutes, he called back to you, “All clear, Y/N. It’s ok. Come on.”
Peering around the door, you called out to him, “You sure?”
Holstering his weapon, his lips curled into a warm smile as he replied, “You’re safe, sweetheart. There’s nobody here and nobody has been here.”
Setting the pizza on the counter, you replied, “You can tell that?”
“Yeah, they teach you that in FBI school, Y/N.” He replied with a slight chuckle.
You narrowed your eyes at him and replied, “Very funny, Dex.”
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry.” He said, inching closer to you. Tilting your chin up so you were looking into his dark green eyes, he continued, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Thank you, Dex. You want some pizza?” You asked.
One side of his mouth curled into a smile as he replied, “I’d love some.”
**********
As the summer went on, you and Dex became close friends. He helped you with normal neighborly things like when one of your cabinets fell off its hinges, he fixed it for you.
Dex also helped you put a little clothes line out on your patio which you ended up having to stop putting your panties on because you were pretty sure the teenage boys from downstairs were stealing a pair every time you put them out there.
In return for helping you with things around the apartment, you’d bake him cookies, share your Friday night pizza with him, or invite him out to happy hour with your work friends.
“I made cookies!” You said with your voice full of excitement after he opened the door one Saturday afternoon.
His eyes widened and mouth dropped open as he asked, “Ar-are you wearing anything under that apron, Y/N?”
The shorts and tank top you were wearing made it look like you weren’t wearing anything underneath the apron.
Holding out the plate of cookies, you looked down and began to laugh.
“Oh shit, it really does look like I’m naked under this thing doesn’t it.” You said.
Dex raised his eyebrows, pressed his lips together in a straight line before he stammered, “Uh, yeah…well, maybe j-just a little bit.”
He tried to turn away but you caught him blushing.
“I have shorts and a tank top on. It’s just hard to see, I guess.” You said, not really thinking anything of it. “Take one, they’re warm. I’ve been trying to clean up a little too and it’s warm over there, haven’t turned down the A/C yet. So, actually I came to bring you cookies but also ask you if you wouldn’t mind fixing another one of my cabinets? I went to get the flour out and now it’s just stuck open. Please? I can make you more cookies or dinner…”
Dex interrupted, “Y/N, sweetheart, I told you if you needed anything, all you had to do was ask. You don’t have to make me anything.”
Sheepishly, you replied, “But Dex, I feel like saying ‘thank you’ just isn’t enough. You do so much for me.”
Before taking a bite, Dex said, “Trust me, it’s plenty…these are delicious, by the way. Just let me grab my tools.”
**********
Dex followed you back over to your apartment, trying hard to look everywhere but your backside as you untied your cute little apron and draped it off the back of one of your kitchen chairs. You turned the air conditioning down so it wouldn’t be so hot inside for him to work and pointed out the cabinet that was stuck open.
“They really went all out on the hardware for these cabinets, didn’t they?” You joked. “Ok, well I’ll leave you to do what you do with those magic hands of yours, I’m gonna hop in the shower, wash all this sweat off me. I’ll be out in a minute.”
After your shower, you walked out in a robe and your hair in a towel just as he was finishing up.
“All set, Y/N. That was stuck pretty good.” He said, putting his tools away.
You smiled and replied, “Thank you so much, Dex. Really, what would I do without you?”
Dex let out a low chuckle.
“Ya know, I was thinking…” He started to say. “I know how you said you still have been having that feeling that you’re being followed and watched.”
“Yeah, you probably think I’m crazy, don’t you.” You said.
Dex shook his head, “No sweetheart, I don’t think you’re crazy.” He said. “But we usually go to work around the same time…so, what if I make sure you get to work ok?”
It was probably one of the sweetest offers you’ve ever had from anyone. The reason you had stopped going for runs outside was because you just couldn’t shake that feeling of someone following you so you just kept to running on the treadmill at the gym which even then, you felt safer but every so often, out of nowhere, goosebumps would erupt across your skin and an ice cold shiver would shoot down your spine. You’d look around to try and catch someone looking at you but just like every other time, there wouldn’t be anyone or anyone that you could see but that feeling was still there.
“Dex…that is so sweet. But I don’t wanna make you feel like you have to protect me because I’m paranoid. I’m probably just imagining this shit anyway. Plus, it would just add time to your day and I know how you manage your time down to second so I really can’t ask you to do that.” You said, folding your arms protectively across your chest.
He replied, “You’re not asking, sweetheart. I’m offering. I want you to feel safe so this is how I can do that. Please?”
Suddenly you felt it. You felt a little flutter in the pit of your stomach, something you haven’t felt in quite some time, and you did everything you could to not give away what you were feeling inside. Yes, you and Dex were friends but over these past couple of months, you now realized you had developed feelings for him. You really like him and you’re wondering if he likes you too but again, Dex is a difficult man to read so he probably is just being a good neighbor and being a good FBI agent and trying to keep you safe by making sure you get to work alright.
For now, you’re just going to keep those feelings to yourself.
“Thank you, Dex. I’d really like that.” You replied with a shy smile. “Oh Dex, speaking of being paranoid and imagining shit…sometimes I fall asleep on the couch and…well, you can tell me that it’s probably a dream or something but I swear I’ve heard loud crashes or thuds coming from your place like you fell or broke some stuff over there. And sometimes I see you with cuts and scapes on your face too.”
Dex let out a low gravelly chuckle and replied, “I think you’re having some crazy dreams, Y/N. Nothing that exciting is happening over there. And I am a field agent, sweetheart. Sometimes, I end up getting a little banged up from time to time. Nothin’ to be concerned about though.”
You had no reason not to believe him. It all sounded legit and plausible. Dex carried a gun everyday when he went to work. Sometimes, he had to guard hardened criminals or escort them from prison to court and back. His job, at times, could be very dangerous. He was right…you were imagining shit.
“I guess I was just imagining it or dreaming.” You said, touching your hand to your cheek and feeling how warm you were.
“Maybe less sugar before bed, hmmm?” He growled slightly with a wink.
You had the most involuntary reaction to that wink and it happened in between your thighs.
“I’ll try to remember that.” You replied, nervously biting down on your finger. “We still on for our usual Sunday dinner tomorrow?”
Dex nodded and replied with a smile, “Yes, but try not to break any more of your cabinets until I replenish my hardware stash, ok?”
“I make no promises, Benjamin.” You said, wrapping your arms around him to give him a big hug.
He hugged you back and whispered in your ear, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After closing the door behind him, you couldn’t help but let out a forceful exhale and even with the A/C turned down, you still felt warm as the heat rushed across your cheeks. No matter what you tried to do to get your mind off of Dex for the rest of the day, it didn’t work. He was all you thought about from the time he left until the time you went to bed and even then you couldn’t fall asleep.
As the pillow cradled your head that night, you could hear the steady wind outside and you could see his handsome face every time you closed your eyes. As you grew more and more restless, you realized there was only one way you were going to be able to get any sleep tonight. When you closed your eyes again, you saw Dex’s handsome face, his dark green eyes gazing down at you, and he had a devilish smirk across his lips. Imagining your hands were his, you explored your own body like you had done plenty of times before, letting out soft whimpers and moans as your fingers dipped under the waist band of your panties.
You had watched Dex’s thick fingers work on objects in your apartment, using his tools, handling his service weapon, or even just on everyday items like wrapped around a coffee cup and you wondered what they’d feel like wrapped around your throat like a necklace or curled inside you, moving them in and out rhythmically, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. Moaning his name, your walls began to tighten around your fingers and your release started to build quickly as you soaked the sheet underneath you.
If this is how wet you were just thinking about Dex, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like if he was actually touching you. Your pleasure spun tighter and tighter as sinful noises fled from your lips and his name fell out of your mouth like you were always meant to say it before you just exploded and clamped down onto your own fingers imagining they were his.
After your release, you stared at the ceiling, trying to catch your breath and in the gathering darkness you smiled and hummed, as you listened to the late summer winds outside. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.
Little did you know that while you were in the shower earlier, Dex had set up tiny bugs in your apartment just in case someone, other than him, was watching or listening to you. He heard you. He heard your soft whimpers and moans, he heard you touching yourself, and the loud cries of his name. He heard it all.
Dex had grown attached to you. He was very fond of you and would do anything to protect you. But what would you do if you found out the person he was protecting you from was him? He would just have to make sure you would never find out. And also be more careful and quieter when he comes home injured late at night.
**********
As the weeks passed, you felt more comfortable and a lot safer with Dex bringing you to work everyday. Because his clock out times were different everyday depending on what he was doing, he didn’t really get to make sure you got home safely but you usually went to the gym after work anyway and you actually started going with a friend from work which took your mind off of possibly being watched there. She made sure you got home from there and then you did it all again the next day until the weekend.
Friday happy hour came around and you invited Dex to come, as usual when he was finished with work.
After you had a couple of drinks, he asked you, “So, have you been feelin’ better since I’ve been taking you to work everyday? You feel safer?”
After taking a sip of your beer, you replied, “I do. I really appreciate you doing that for me, Dex. It’s so sweet of you.”
“Good. I’d do anything for you and I just wanna keep you safe.” He said, finishing his beer. “You ready to go?”
You nodded, said goodbye to your friends, and he took you home.
After saying goodnight to Dex, you took a shower, got in comfortable clothes and settled in for a night of Real Housewives and relaxation. Reaching for the lamp switch, you turned on the light but when you looked closely at the lampshade, you noticed something small and round attached to the shade. Plucking it from inside the shade, you examined it and thought it looked like one of those bugs you’ve seen in movies that they use when they want to listen in on you without your knowledge.
“Who has access to equipment like this? And why would they want to listen in on me?” You asked yourself.
Suddenly, your blood went cold and the hair on the back of your neck stood on end when you realized that Dex has access to equipment like that and he could sneak those out without anyone realizing. But why would he do that? You were going to find out but first you needed to see if there were any others hidden around the apartment.
You found another under the kitchen cabinet and one more in your bedroom. If Dex was the one listening to you, he heard every time you pleasured yourself thinking about him. He heard you every time you called his name when you came. Every moan, every whimper, every wicked noise you made when you were touching yourself thinking of him, he heard you.
You don’t know that you’ve ever been more angry even with your ex-husband when you found out he had cheated on you multiple times with multiple women. It was time to confront Dex with what you had found.
With the three bugs in your hand, you banged on Dex’s door hard enough that you thought your hand might actually go through it.
He opened the door with a smile on his face but it disappeared quickly when he saw what you were holding.
“Did you do this, Dex?!!” You shouted.
He held out his hand and replied, “I can explain, sweetheart.”
“EXPLAIN??!! You completely invaded my privacy not to mention broken my trust, Benjamin!! You’ve been listening to me for how long?!”
“Sweetheart…” He pleaded.
You interjected, “How long, Dex?!!”
Dex inched a little closer toward you but you moved back.
“Just a few weeks. But it really was for your own good, to keep you safe. I could hear if anyone was in your apartment.” He said.
You yelled, “But you could also hear ME in MY apartment, Dex!! You could hear me in my bedroom! You could hear me every time, couldn’t you!!”
Dex hung his head, and when his eyes finally met your gaze, he replied, “Yes, I could sweetheart but I swear it’s because I care about you so much. I didn’t want anyone to take advantage of you or hurt you. I’m sorry you found out but I’m not sorry for doing it. I know I can take good care of you. I’ve done a good job so far, haven’t I?”
You narrowed your eyes at him as you could not believe he said something that ridiculous.
“You did not just say that to me.” You said sarcastically.
Dex flashed a crooked smile and hung his head again briefly before replying, “I’m sorry sweetheart, but that’s the truth. You know we would be so good together. Please, let me take care of you.”
“I’ve never been more angry…at anyone Dex! Not even my ex-husband! We’re supposed to be friends! I hate you and I never wanna see you again!” You shouted.
You threw the bugs at his feet, turned on your heels, walked into your apartment and slammed the door shut. Dex understood how angry you were and knew it wouldn’t do any good to go after you now because of how furious you were with him.
Maybe it would be better after you both got some sleep.
**********
Two weeks later, after not seeing or speaking with him, you had once again fallen asleep on the couch. This time there was no mistake, you heard a very loud crash coming from Dex’s apartment that woke you out of a sound sleep and even though every bone in your body told you not to go over there, you just couldn’t ignore it. You needed to see if he was ok.
His door was cracked open just a hair so you quietly pushed the door all the way open and called out his name.
“Dex?” You said, looking around in the very dim lit room.
When you glanced at the floor, you noticed some drops of blood leading to the bathroom.
You called out for him again.
“Dex? It’s me…You in the bathroom?” You asked.
You heard painful grunting coming from the bathroom.
“Sweetheart, don’t you come in here!” He shouted.
You rolled your eyes, “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Benjamin!”
When you walked into the bathroom, there was blood in the sink, on the floor, there were dark clothes on the floor, knives on the floor, a pair of black boots, and what looked like a dark colored mask.
Dex was shirtless, he had deep lacerations on his chest and what looked like a bullet wound on his stomach, he was wincing in pain and he had the first aid kit out.
“Oh my god! Dex, what the fuck happened?!!” You yelled and ran over to him, then opened the first aid kit.
He growled, “I’m fine, sweetheart.”
You laughed sarcastically, “HA! The fuck you are! Come on, Rambo. We’re goin’ to my place. I have a better first aid kit than this, plus I have a sewing kit. You really need a hospital.”
“NO!! I’m not goin’ to a hospital!” He said, emphatically.
Dex’s face was a mess too. He had cuts on his forehead, on his cheeks, and one on his lip.
When you moved him to your apartment, you got the bleeding under control, the bullet had only grazed his stomach and after you did, he pleaded with you to do a couple of things for him at his apartment.
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, the favors he asked you to do for him, and even though you were still furious with him and your head told you not to, your heart couldn’t tell him “no.”
You did as he had asked, no, begged you to do for him. You cleaned everything…all of the blood that was all over the floor in the kitchen, the blood that was in the bathroom, and got rid of the clothes, boots and the mask which meant you needed to open the safe that Dex had in the back of one of his closets. You tossed his clothing into the safe and removed some of the weapons he asked for, then closed and locked up the apartment.
When you walked back into your apartment, Dex was stretched out across your couch, eyes closed, and holding clean gauze on his wounds. You closed and locked the door behind you and dimmed the lights.
“You do everything exactly like I told you to?” He asked.
You answered in barely more than a whisper, “Y-yes.”
“And you bring back the guns I asked for?” Dex asked, calmly.
“I did, Dex.” You replied, setting them on your coffee table.
He said with a shy smile, “Thank you.”
Angrily, you answered, “Yeah, well what else was I supposed to do? Let you bleed out all over your bathroom floor?! I need to tend to those wounds.”
The silence between you and Dex was deafening. His ears strained to hear the slightest sound coming from you even if it was just your breathing but you were just still and hostile. He didn’t even flinch when you were stitching him up…maybe he has a high pain tolerance.
“You’re lucky whoever shot at you, the bullet only grazed you.” You said, cleaning and bandaging the wound. “Who shot at you, anyway?”
Dex replied, “The Anti-Vigilante Task Force. They’re probably on their way here, by the way. I’m assuming they figured out who I am by now, which is another reason I bugged your apartment because I didn’t want them coming by when you’re not there or to hurt you because you’re close to me or were…close to me. They’re the ones that were most likely following you too.”
“So you’re FBI by day and a vigilante by night, like Daredevil?” You asked.
Dex just gave you a smirk and replied, “Yes, except, I actually kill people. Mainly, them.”
He winced in pain after he said that which you thought he might have deserved just a little bit.
“You kill them?!” You exclaimed.
He tried to make excuses, “Well, they are trying to kill me, sweetheart.” He stated with a sly smile.
“And do you have a vigilante nickname that they call you out there?” You asked, pointing out the window.
A wide smile stretched across Dex’s lips as he answered you, “Among the task force, they call me Bullseye…because I never miss.”
Those words should not have turned you on like they did but you couldn’t help it. You could feel your heart beating firmly against your chest while trying to keep your hand steady, threading the needle through his warm skin.
As you were finishing the second set of stitches, Dex asked, “Why are you helping me, sweetheart?”
You replied, “Like I said before, what was I supposed to do, Dex? Let you bleed out? I’m not a monster.”
You were fixing gauze to his chest when he whispered, “You hate me.”
Sharing the same air, you looked up at him through your long dark lashes and whispered back, “I hate how much I don’t.”
Your words surprised him. You even surprised yourself with what you said because they were true. You didn’t hate him…far from it. But you couldn’t say it. You were still so angry with him for what he had done and he had done it all without your knowledge. If he had just been honest with you from the start, you might still be angry for wanting to spy on you but you could at least appreciate his honesty.
As you started to clean up and put all the supplies away, Dex gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist. With his free hand, he let his thick fingers trace down your other arm as your breathing became more rapid and your chest rose and fell with every sharp inhale and exhale.
“Thank you for patching me up.” Dex finally said, in a low gravelly tone.
“You’re welcome.” You whispered back.
Before standing all the way up, you leaned in and softly kissed the corner of his mouth but he turned his head and his lips collided with yours. Dex winced in pain because of the cut on his lip.
“OW!” He cried.
You giggled with just a hint of satisfaction.
“You think that’s funny? I’m glad my pain brings you joy, sweetheart.” He grumbled, letting his head fall against the headrest of the couch.
“Serves you right, Benjamin.” You said, folding your arms protectively across your chest.
“Sweetheart, I said I was sorry. Can you please forgive me? I’m in pain here.” He said.
Dex had his eyes closed again. It was a good thing too because you were trying to stop yourself from eye fucking him now that you were sure he wasn’t going to die on your couch. Who knew he was hiding that toned body underneath all of those clothes you usually see him in. He had broad shoulders, a hard defined chest and stomach that you definitely felt while you were putting him back together again.
As you watched his stomach muscles contract and relax, the ache between your thighs grew stronger with each flex. A wet spot formed on your panties when a slight moan escaped his lips and you just couldn’t take it anymore. You dropped the plastic bag of first aid trash at your feet and delicately crawled into his lap. Straddling his hips, you made sure to be mindful of his injuries and breathlessly whispered his name.
Although he was injured, you could feel you weren’t the only one aroused. His hardening length could be felt against your core as you pressed your hips against him.
Sharing the same air, you ghosted your lips over his as you whispered his name once again, “Dex….”
He gently cupped your cheeks as he carefully pressed his lips to yours, making sure not to aggravate the cut on his lip before trying to press a little harder this time. Dex parted your lips with his tongue, gently tapping against your teeth, begging to twist and knot with yours. His strong hands slowly travel down your body, stopping briefly to cup your breast before tickling your sides and coming to rest on your hips.
His cock twitched against your inner thigh as he deepened his kiss and moaned louder into your mouth. Scraping your nails against his scalp, he hisses a little in pain when your chest presses a little too hard into his.
“Oh god, Dex! I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?” You asked, gently touching his bandages.
Dex replied, “It’s ok, I guess I deserve it for what I did.”
“Alright…ya know it’s really hard for me to stay mad when you look all sad and pathetic like you do right now. Because I am, ya know…still mad at you…a little.” You replied, your voice trailing off.
Dex gingerly touched his forehead to yours.
“I’m still not sorry I did it. I only want you to be safe. Safe from them and safe from anyone who would want to hurt you.” He said as his lips collided with yours again.
Faintly in the distance, you could hear police sirens getting closer and closer. They will be here soon.
“They’re coming here, aren’t they, Dex.” You asked.
He growled, “Just put me back in my apartment, let them take me. I’m not gonna let you be a part of this.”
“Yeah right, Bullseye, is it? Yeah, they’re not taking you.” You said.
Dex stood up, put his shirt on, and started walking toward the door, “Sweetheart, there’s no place for me to hide. They’re gonna find me!”
You grabbed the sides of his face and gave him another kiss on the lips.
“They will with that attitude! I have a place but you gotta move now and take all this stuff with you because they can’t find any of it. And I gotta clean up, so let’s move!” You said, shoving him toward your bedroom.
“B-but sweetheart, where are we going?!” He asked.
With a wink and a wide smile, you said “I’ll show you.”
**********
Outside, the faded sounds of the approaching sirens were finally not so faded any longer and when you looked at your window you could see the blinking red and blue task force lights against the late night city skyline as they parked outside your building.
They were on their way inside.
Time to look the part. You tousled your hair, twisted your clothes, and the lights had all been off for a handful of minutes already. They were on your floor now and next door at Dex’s place, looking around, messing things up…You were pretty sure they needed a warrant for what they were doing over there but they walked around the city thinking they could do whatever they felt like.
Listening with your ear pressed against the wall, you could hear them opening closets, pushing aside the shower curtain, and looking underneath the bed. Then there was the mumbling back and forth with each other. You couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying to each other but you knew when they found Dex’s safe and how angry they were when they couldn’t get it open.
You knew they wouldn’t find anything. You did everything exactly as Dex had instructed you to and it sounded like your attention to detail paid off because they were leaving and it also sounded like they were frustrated because, just like you knew they would, they found nothing.
Now it was your turn.
Even though you knew they were coming, the loud bangs against your front door still made you jump. You turned on your living room light as you crossed the room to open the door for them and yawned just as you opened the door.
It was still a shock to see the AVTF dressed in full gear with rifles, standing at your door. Your eyes widened as you said with a shocked look on your face, “OH! May I help you, gentlemen?”
“Evening Miss Y/L/N?, you haven’t seen a masked vigilante tonight have you? We believe he’s your neighbor, Benjamin Poindexter.” One of them asked in an angry gravelly voice.
Looking at his badge, the name on it said “Powell.”
“Officer Powell, is it? Yeah, I’ve been asleep forrrrrr…what time is it, anyway?” You asked, innocently.
Officer Powell looked at his watch and replied, “It’s just after midnight, Miss.”
“After midnight?! Goodness! I’ve been asleep for over two hours, Sir. Besides, I’m not exactly a fan of Dex’s right now. He stalked me and invaded my privacy so he is ON my list, if ya know what I mean!” You said, emphatically.
Officer Powell gave his fellow officers a sideways glance and then looked back at you and said, “Well, Miss we realize it’s very late but would you mind if we took a minute to look around just to make sure he’s not here and you’re safe? That way you can go back to sleep and you can sleep soundly tonight?”
You knew your next words were going to irritate him but you couldn’t help it because you could tell Officer Powell was one of those guys who had a huge chip on his shoulder, he was a bully, and he was going to throw his weight around because he didn’t really have to answer to anyone.
“Umm, it’s late guys. Do we really have to do this? I’m pretty sure he’s not here, so you don’t have to waste your time comin’ in here and disturbing my night more than you already have, right?” You replied.
Officer Powell smiled a cocky smile and asked, “Easy way or the hard way, Miss?”
He reacted exactly how you expected him to so you opened the door and let them in. They walked around, looked in all of your rooms, your bathroom, and inside of all of your closets. They checked your trash just like you knew they would, looking for bloody towels or bandages but again, just like in Dex’s apartment, they didn’t find anything.
“Pretty sure he’s not in the trash can, guys. All you’re gonna find are my tissues and my ice cream cartons from my sad Friday night.” You said.
When Powell opened the drawer to your nightstand, he found your 1911.
“You know how to shoot that thing?” He asked in a condescending tone.
Not missing a beat, you replied, “You wanna find out? I think it’s time for you gentlemen to leave.”
“Have a good night, Miss Y/L/N.” Said Powell.
Before closing the door behind them, you replied, “Goodnight officers. Hope you find what you’re looking for.”
You quickly locked the door behind them and also added the deadbolt that Dex had put in for you then ran to your balcony and peered down to the street below to watch them all get into their cars and leave.
When the cars and flashing lights were out of sight, you ran back to your bedroom and into your closet, pushed your clothes to one side, and opened the hidden door to a crawl space in the back of your closet you discovered when you moved in. You hoped Dex was still ok inside the tight space.
You called out to him, “DEX?!! Come on, they’re gone.”
“They’re gone?” He answered.
You said, sarcastically, “No, they’re actually waiting for you in the living room. Yes, they’re gone.”
It wasn’t easy getting him in or out of there but you managed and you were very thankful it worked. You don’t want to lose him.
Being very careful not to hurt him this time, you wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your head against his chest. His strong arms naturally came up to embrace you back before one of his hands reached up and cradled your head.
“Thank you, sweetheart. And did I hear you actually threaten, Powell?” He asked with a wide smile.
“Well if you heard what I said, then you heard what HE said! You don’t get to talk to me in a condescending tone like that!” You shouted.
Dex chuckled a little. “Yes Y/N, I heard what he said. You should have just shot him.”
You shot him a “look.”
“Very funny, Benjamin.” You said, trying to push him away but he wouldn’t let you.
Dex looked down at you, his dark green eyes holding your gaze as he gently swiped one of his hands across your cheek then lightly pulled down on your bottom lip with his thumb and he leaned down to kiss you.
Confused, he looked at you again, then asked, “Did you change? I don’t remember so much, ummm…cleavage.”
You replied, “Well, I thought I could flirt my way out of them coming inside but I guess not.”
“They probably wanted a better look, sweetheart.” He said.
“Hey!” You playfully hit his shoulder.
You actually did change. The tank top you put on had a plunging neckline and the shorts barely covered your ass.
Sitting down on the edge of your bed, you looked up at him and asked, “Well, what do we do now? They won’t come back tonight, will they?”
Dex sat down next to you, tucked a stray hair behind your ear and replied, “Nah, not tonight. We’ll figure something out for tomorrow though. I told you I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“But what about you, Dex? I don’t want anything to happen to you either.” You said.
“You don’t hate me?” Dex asked.
Your expression softened as you replied, “Of course I don’t hate you. I only said that because I was angry with you, Dex. Not because I stopped caring about you. And you really think I would have kissed you earlier if I hated you?”
Dex kissed your forehead and said, “No, I guess not. Should get some sleep, sweetheart.”
“B-but what about you? You need some rest after the night you’ve had too.” You said to him.
“I’m fine. I’ll stay awake and make sure you’re alright, in case they do come back.” He said.
Dex was very insistent that you get some sleep but all you wanted was for him to sleep next to you but you did as he asked you to and let the pillow cradle your head as you tried your best to get some sleep. It wasn’t working though, you were too wired, and needed some help relaxing.
“Dex?” You whined. “I can’t sleep.”
You could almost see the smile on his face even though it was mostly dark in the room. The only light coming from the dimly lit salt lamp in the corner of the room.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think you really tried to go to sleep, did you.” He playfully scolded.
He was too far away at the edge of the bed. You wanted him close so you could touch him and so he could touch you.
“Baby, come closer to me. You’re too far away.” You whimpered.
Dex nervously started to inch closer to you as he replied, “A-are you sure, sweetheart?”
“Please Dex? Please touch me.” You begged, reaching for him.
Dex placed his firearm on the nightstand then removed his boots. You couldn’t see him but you could hear him as you were lying on your side, facing away from him, and waiting impatiently for him to spoon up behind you.
“And don’t you dare come to bed wearing those rough, tactical pants.” You said, trying to sound serious.
You ruined it by letting out a little chuckle.
You turned your head slightly just as you felt the mattress dip underneath you and cool air hit your bare legs when he pulled the blanket back. Dex had removed his shirt also so all he was wearing was a pair of black boxer briefs. His warm body nervously crept up behind you and under the blanket, Dex’s chilled hands shakily inched up the side of your bare thigh.
You tried to calm his nerves by delicately placing your hand on top of his.
“It’s ok, Dex. It’s just me. Just relax, baby.” You whispered.
Dex’s thick fingers pressed against the outside of your thigh then tightly gripped your waist as he pulled your flush against his chest. You could feel his hardening length pressed against your back as you reached back to grab a fistful of his soft blond hair. He tickled the side of your neck with his nose before pressing his lips against your warm soft skin.
“Mmmm…That’s it, baby.” You praised him.
As Dex’s hands wander over your body, wherever they touch you, your skin feels electric, it tingles, and he leaves you begging for more. Guiding his hand to the front of your shorts, you turned your head until your lips found his. Your lips collided with his as he kissed you through his pain and wasted no time in taking your invitation to tease your entrance then pushed a couple of fingers inside your silky, wet heat.
Gasping against his lips, you rolled onto your back so you could see him while he continued to curl his fingers and tease you exactly where you wanted and needed it the most. Arching your back off the bed, Dex buried his fingers deep inside before licking his thumb and drawing circles on your clit. Your walls began to tighten around his fingers as he moved them rhythmically, curling them to hit just the right spot before a fire started to build in the pit of your stomach and you lost control then screamed his name.
“I guess you liked that, huh sweetheart.” Said Dex.
Trying to catch your breath, you shakily replied, “God, y-yes.”
“I like, well…hearing…” Dex trailed off.
Cupping his cheek, you brushed it with your thumb and replied, “Hearing what, Dex?”
Dex firmly nestled himself in between your legs as his lips collided with yours once again, his kisses were all tongue and teeth while he pulled soft whimpers from your lips and his rock hard cock pressed against your core. You ached for him to be inside you.
“I like hearing you scream my name.” He growled in your ear then licked the taste of you from his fingers.
An involuntary whine escaped your lips but before you could say his name again, he kissed the whimper right out of your mouth. His tongue pushed firmly against your teeth, begging to tangle with yours. By now, he forgot all about the pain or he just didn’t care as he moved from your lips to your neck to suck at your pulse point. As you draw in a sharp breath, you could feel his devilish grin against your skin. Bullseye indeed…he seems to always know where exactly to touch you to make you fall apart.
Needy little noises fled from your lips as he marked your skin with his teeth, tagging you with little love bites from the sides of your neck down the delicate skin of your stomach to the inner part of your thigh and back up the other side, like he was leaving little reminders that you are his.
Under his touches, you are nothing but heat and need as his large hand grips the outside of your thigh and his lips find yours once again. They part eagerly as Dex takes the invitation, sliding his tongue along yours with expert teasing strokes that have you clutching at his well-defined chest.
There was nothing but menace in his eyes when he grabbed the hem of your tank top, removed it with ease and tossed it onto the floor. Dex paused briefly to rake a ravenous gaze down your body, you lightly scratched your nails against his scalp, and your need for him pulsed between your thighs. His thick fingers slowly and sensually explored the curves of your breasts before his lips covered your nipple and your breath abandoned you with a sharp exhale.
You whimpered his name again, “Dex…”
Dex kissed in between your breasts and down your stomach before stopping at the waistband of your shorts. He playfully tugged on them with his teeth as a wicked smile curved his lips and goosebumps stippled your legs. Kneeling on your bed, he gently pinched each side of your shorts in between his fingers and eased them down your legs, leaving you in nothing except your panties. Even in your dimly lit bedroom, you could still see the impressive tent in his boxer briefs.
God, you wanted him. But he wasn’t finished.
Dex delicately pulled your panties down and said, “Maybe I’ll add these to the ones I took off your clothesline.”
He followed that with a wink and sly smile.
Your mouth dropped as you said, “YOU took them?!”
Biting down on his lower lip, Dex nodded and started to nestle in between your legs once again as you sat up on your elbows.
“I yelled at those boys' parents downstairs, Benjamin! And it was you the whole time?!” You yelled playfully at him.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t help myself. Will you let me make it up to you?” He asked, softly.
Before you could answer, his mouth was already on you and you let your fingers tangle in his soft blond hair. Your core melts at the sound of his growl against you as his tongue delves between your folds, savoring you, and lapping up every drop of your sweet taste.
Every logical thought was stolen from your head with each stroke of his wicked tongue and the noises he pulled from you however sinful they may sound to anyone else were angelic music to his ears. To keep you flush with the mattress, he gently pressed on your stomach when you tried to arch your back away from the bed as his tongue expertly licked and swirled around your clit.
As your thighs started to quiver, each stab of his firm tongue brought you closer to the sweet coil of pleasure. Dex loved to hear your whines and moans while you lightly pulled on his hair. He eased back to watch your mouth fall open and he pushed two fingers inside of you again, your walls beginning to tighten around them.
“You gonna come for me, sweetheart? I wanna taste you again.” He purred.
His mouth was on you again in addition to his fingers inside of you. Humming against your core, you clamped down onto his fingers, your cries of pleasure echoed off of the bedroom walls, and he savored the taste of you while coming down from your orgasm.
Trying to catch your breath, you said, “I think you made up for it, baby.”
Still slotted between your legs, he replied, “Oh we’re not done yet, love.”
Dex removed his boxer briefs, lined himself up at your entrance and pushed into you easily and to the hilt while you both let out a gasp. Your walls tightened around him with every quick rut of his hips and fresh shivers danced up and down your spine.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Dex.” You purred.
He moaned back, “I have too, sweetheart.”
He hit that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again as that ache of wanting more of him just kept building in the pit of your stomach and you were on edge and close to exploding. Wanting him to go deeper, you tilted your hips so he could bury himself completely inside of you as another orgasm started to build.
The rasp in his voice turns you on when he says, “Let me hear you, sweetheart.”
He pulls back slightly so he can watch you, so he can watch the way he’s making you feel, and the way your body reacts to him.
With your hands roaming his toned body, you trace the lines of his muscular back, trying to memorize the dips and hollows as his muscles flex with every move he makes. More sinful noises and cries of his name escaped your lips as he pulled multiple orgasms from you while his movements became more rapid and erratic.
He was getting close to chasing his own release.
Thrusting faster and grunting louder, he pinned your wrists above your head and continued to fuck you deep into the mattress until his thighs and abs tightened and he completely let go of his release, groaning into the side of your neck as the last waves of your orgasm leave you shuddering against him.
Breathing heavily, Dex kissed the top of your hand and paused like he had something else he wanted to say.
“Dex? Is something wrong?” You asked, trying to catch your breath.
Conflict raged in his eyes and he just blurted out, “You’re mine. I mean…I just…I really want you to…be mine. Ya know…to protect…to always be there for…to…to” He trailed off.
“To…Love?” You asked, shyly.
Dex’s breathing became a little shallow with deep inhales and sharp exhales. You could feel his breath coasting across your skin as your mouth went dry with the realization that Dex was…in love with you?
His mouth curled into a shy smile and he tried to look away from you but you brought his gaze back to meet yours.
“Do you love me, Dex?” You asked in barely more than a whisper.
He nodded and replied, “I do, I love you, Y/N. But I just really need to hear you say that you’ll…” He trailed off again.
With a breath of room between your bodies, you gently pressed your lips to his and parted his lips with your tongue, while he growled into your mouth and his cock grew harder again by the second.
He wasn’t expecting it but you bit down on his lower lip which made him wince.
“OW, sweetheart! I’m still wounded there, ya know.” He said.
You replied, “Oh you can mark me up, but I can’t mark you?”
He started to say something but you cut him off, “I love you too, Dex. And I am all yours. But you’re mine too, got it?”
“I got it, sweetheart. I got it.” He said, holding his hands up in surrender.
Snaking your arms around his neck, you pulled him in close and asked “What are we gonna do about them? I can’t lose you now that I have you.”
He kissed you again and replied, “We’ll figure it out. You think you can go to sleep now?”
You smiled against his lips and said, “I think so. You’re gonna stay, right?”
“Of course I am, you’re mine to protect, sweetheart. I love you.” Dex replied.
You whispered back, “I love you too, Dex.”
**********
He was still a hard man to read but you made him a promise. A promise that you’d always be his. He was at his best when he was protecting you, watching you, loving you, and you felt sorry for anyone who would try and take that away from him.
They’d pay a hefty price for it and they’d pay for it dearly like they did after being together tonight and every night after that until they let you go free. They’d never stop chasing him but you were safe and that’s all that mattered. You were free to live and free to love the vigilante they called…Bullseye.
Tag List: @gijos
I don’t really have a tag list for Dex as of right now but if you would like to be tagged in anything I write for him, feel free to let me know!
I am sooooo unsure if people enjoy longer fics or if they prefer them broken up into parts. My next Dex fic is finished, it’s about 9.2K-ish and I don’t know whether or not to break it up. I may just put it all out but I could use some input, please?
He likes to buy you gifts which he admittedly does because he feels guilty working late so much and wants to make sure you still know you're definitely the most important thing in his life. With that in mind he much prefers to share experiences with you, taking you out to dinner or museums and galleries. He wants to ensure you're safe but he also can't resist the desire to show you off when he can, hand on the small of your back as he guides you to your table or around the room, a barely restrained whisper close by your ear as he reminds you just how utterly ravishing you look tonight.
He enjoys hearing the latest news and gossip from your work, listening to your addictive laughter as you tell him a story, your smile is like a balm to him. He can't ever see it enough.
He loves watching your face as he's pleasuring you. It gives his ego a firm stroke seeing exactly how he's making you feel from the way your lashes flutter, how your lips part, your mouth opening more as he makes you moan and whimper. "Oh there she is, there's my girl..."
He gets bricked when you push him to his limit of self control, you coming back from the powder room when you're out and stuffing your underwear in his jacket pocket as you walk around him to return to your seat, him knowing that you'll pounce on him on the car ride home.
He's not afraid to ask for what he wants or needs when he needs it: "sweetheart I've had an absolute nightmare of a day... I'm gonna need you to bend over for me, that's it, there's a good girl..." his voice low and commanding as he hooks his fingers through your panties, ripping them down before swiftly kicking your feet further apart to make room for himself.
He takes very good care of his hands, he needs to, they've got to be quick and agile enough to draw his weapon in a split second as well as caring bout his appearance. His nails are trimmed and neat, and he adores watching you suck on a couple of his fingers before he's trailing them slowly down your body ending with you writhing with pleasure as he fucks you with them.
Or he might just come home, take you into his arms and nuzzle the top of your head as he slowly breathes you in to get his mind straight again. You're vital grounding for him in the midst of his dirty work for Fisk.
He keeps work and home life as separate as possible. If anyone from work dared show at your shared home you wouldn't even know because he's already 'escorted' them from the premises with quiet efficiency and a threat of there not being a next time. If you ask it was "just someone on the wrong street, love."
His biggest kink is being submissive to you, his eyes almost entirely black when he's tied up either on the bed or a chair and you've got your hands wrapped around his neck.. darling, I know you can squeeze harder than that, c'mon, use me... fuck--
And he's a sucker for you ordering him around, he could almost come from your instructions alone. You won't even touch him until he's so desperate he's pleading and begging for you, teasing him as you walk slowly around the apartment gradually shedding your clothes, thank you thank you thank you as you insert a lubed up toy in his ass as a treat to get him good and ready for your strap...
Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.
The Perfect Combination
While giving a statement to investigators and your HR department about a potential threat at work, you meet a very handsome yet shy FBI agent who asks you out on a date. After a couple of drinks, you end up telling him a secret and he uses his deadly aim to give you something no man has ever given you before.
I Hate the Way I Don’t Hate You
Starting fresh in a new place after your divorce was exactly what you needed and it helped that your neighbor was friendly and easy on the eyes. But when you started to get the feeling that someone was watching you, he was there to offer his help. What you didn’t know was he was the reason you were being watched in the first place.
I am sooooo unsure if people enjoy longer fics or if they prefer them broken up into parts. My next Dex fic is finished, it’s about 9.2K-ish and I don’t know whether or not to break it up. I may just put it all out but I could use some input, please?
