Saved by a Monster
F!Reader x Bullseye ( Benjamin Poindexter )
Tw: 18+,Noncon,Dubcon,Smut,Violence,Blood, Humiliation
Synopsis: Bullseye saves reader from an assault, only to become a far worse danger himself, turning rescue into a cruel act of irony.
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The shop’s flickering neon sign buzzed, casting uneven light over the empty parking lot. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head as she slid the last tray of day old donuts into the trash.
"Hey, you closing up alone again?" The voice came from behind the counter, old Mr. Kovac, the night stocker, shuffling a crate of soda cans with his usual grumble.
She nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Just gotta count the till and lock up. Won’t take long."
Outside, the street was quiet except for the distant hum of traffic. She flipped the sign from *Open* to *Closed* with a tired sigh, her sneakers squeaking against the floor as she moved toward the register. The familiar routine,counting bills, stacking coins, slipping the deposit into the safe,usually felt comforting. Tonight, though, the silence pressed in a little too close.
The safe clicked shut with a dull thud, it was past 9. She rubbed her eyes, the fluorescent lights overhead making her head ache. She shouldered her bag, too heavy with books and flipped the main breaker. Darkness swallowed the store, leaving only the green exit sign glowing.
Her keys jingled in her hand as she stepped outside into the parking lot. The air smelled like rain and gasoline. A car door slammed somewhere in the distance, and her head snapped toward the sound. Nothing. Just the wind nudging a plastic bag across the asphalt. She exhaled, shaking off the prickling at the back of her neck.
The alley shortcut was a bad idea. She knew it the second her sneakers hit the pavement, but the house was five blocks away, and she was tired. Halfway through, a shadow detached itself from the brick wall.
“Hey, sweetheart.” The voice was all wrong,syrupy and sharp at the edges. Her pulse jumped. She sidestepped, but he moved faster, backing her against the dumpster. His breath smelled like something sour.
Her throat tightened as the man's fingers dug into her wrist, his grip hot and damp. She opened her mouth,to scream, to beg,but all that came out was a choked gasp. His free hand yanked her hair. "Easy now," he murmured, his lips grazing her ear. "Don't make it worse."
She kicked out blindly, her heel connecting with his shin. He hissed, grip loosening just enough for her to twist sideways,but then his fist caught her ribs, knocking the air from her lungs. She crumpled against the dumpster, its metal edge biting into her spine.
The man grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Feisty." He reached for his knife.
Then, a shadow moved behind him.
The shadow lunged, a blur of motion so fast she barely registered it before the weight of her attacker vanished. There was a *crack* and the man went sprawling face first into the alley's grime.
"Fuck! " the man groaned, spitting blood as he tried to push himself up. The shadow stepped forward, and she finally saw him: broad shoulders silhouetted against the flickering streetlight, a leather glove flexing as he grabbed the attacker by the collar.
The man on the ground twisted, lashing out with a kick, but Dex moved like he'd expected it. He caught the guy's ankle mid-air and yanked, sending him crashing back down. "Bad night to be stupid," Dex said, almost conversational, as he planted a knee between the man's shoulder blades.
The attacker wheezed into the pavement, his fingers clawing at the asphalt as Dex leaned down, his voice a low growl. "If I ever see you near her again, I'll make sure you won't have any legs left to crawl away with." The guy whimpered, scrambling to his feet the second Dex released him, his footsteps slapping against the wet pavement as he fled.
She clutched her ribs, the adrenaline making her hands shake. Dex turned toward her, his expression unreadable in the dim light. For a heartbeat, she thought he'd just walk away. But then he stepped closer, his boots crunching over broken glass. "You okay?" he asked.
She nodded, then winced when the motion tugged at the ache in her scalp. "Yeah. Just—thanks." The words felt stupidly small. Dex studied her for a moment, then reached out, his gloved fingers brushing her elbow. The touch was startlingly gentle.
"Your place nearby?" he asked.
She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the strap of her backpack. "Yeah, it's—uh, just past Elm." She took a half-step back, putting space between them. "But you don't have to—I mean, I can manage from here." The words came out too fast, and she winced at how ungrateful she sounded after he'd just pulled a creep off her like a bad sticker.
Dex's hand dropped from her elbow. He tilted his head, the streetlight carving shadows under his cheekbones,he smiled,a forced smile trying to seem kind. "You sure?" His voice was flat, but something flickered in his eyes,not offense, exactly. More like he was calculating something.
She swallowed, pressing her shoulders against the damp brick wall behind her. "I'm f-fine. Really." Her voice wavered on the lie. The alley air clung to her skin, thick with the stink of rotting garbage and spilled beer. She tried to sidestep Dex, but his arm shot out, blocking her path,not threatening, just there, like a gate she hadn’t asked for.
His fingers grazed her waist, ostensibly to steady her. "You’re shaking, are you scared?" he said, low and matter-of-fact.
She forced a laugh,too high, too brittle and ducked under Dex's arm. "No! Haha that's just adrenaline, right?" She took two quick steps toward the alley’s mouth, pulse hammering in her throat so loud he can hear it. The streetlight flickered overhead, casting his shadow long and jagged across the pavement. "Seriously, thanks again, but I’ve got—"
His fingers closed around her wrist, stopping her mid-step. Not too rough, but firm enough. Unignorable. "Hold up...." Dex's thumb brushed the delicate bones under her skin, slow, like he was testing the texture of something fragile. "He nicked you, you’re bleeding.."
She could feel her pulse in her ears. She dug her nails into his forearm, but he didn't even flinch—just smirked as he dragged her deeper into the alley.
"You should be grateful," Dex murmured, his lips grazing the shell of her ear as he pinned her against the wall next to the dumpster. The alley was dark,cold and stank, it mingled with the remnants of the mint gum on his breath. His fingers tightened around her wrist, twisting just enough to make her whimper. "I saved your pretty little ass, didn't I? And this is how you thank me?" His free hand slid down her side, fingers digging into her hip like he was testing the ripeness of fruit. "Should've taken me home when I offered. Now look at you—making me fuck you in some alley like a stray dog."
"W-what? B-but you're a h-hero!" Her breath came in shallow, panicked hitches, her vision blurring with tears. She tried to twist away, but his knee forced itself between her thighs, pressing hard enough to make her gasp. "P-please—" she choked out, but he cut her off with a sharp jerk of her hair, tilting her head back until the sting burned her eyes.
"Please what?" Dex mocked, his voice dripping with false sympathy. He ground his hips against her, his boner over the spandex rubbing against her stomach. "You gonna beg now? After you led me on, walking around in those tight little jeans, smiling at me every Thursday like you didn't know what you were doing?" His hand fumbled with his zipper, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet alley. "You owe me, sweetheart. Should've just spread those legs when I was being nice."
Her tears were hot against her cheeks, her body trembling so violently her teeth chattered. He laughed, a soft, husky sound as he wiped one away with his thumb. "Aw, don't cry. You're gonna like it." His grip on her hair tightened, forcing her to meet his eyes in the darkness. "Or maybe you won't. Either way, you'll remember this night forever now."
The concrete was icy against her as Dex shoved her down, his boot pressing into the small of her back. Her palms scraped against the gritty pavement, her fingers clawing for purchase as she tried to scramble away. A sob tore from her throat high and broken.
"Stop—please—" Her voice cracked on the word, swallowed by the sound of his zipper. He exhaled sharply through his nose, his free hand fumbling with her jeans but. When she twisted violently, her elbow catching his ribs, he snarled and reached for his gun.
Metal gleamed dully in the alley's dim light as he pressed the barrel of his pistol against her side, just below her ribs. The cold seeped through her thin shirt. "Enough," he growled, his breath hot on the nape of her neck. His thumb cocked the hammer with an audible click. "Shut up or I'll shoot you. God, you're making me act like a dick..."
She froze, her chest heaving. The gun's muzzle dug deeper as he yanked her jeans down past her hips with his free hand. Tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping onto the asphalt beneath her face. She could smell the gunpowder residue on the steel, mingling with the stench of his sweat and the alley's rotting garbage.
The gun's barrel dug now into the small of her back as he maneuvered her onto her knees with a rough shove. Her chest scraped against the filthy pavement, her fingers splayed against the concrete as she tried to push herself up. A sharp tug at her waistband sent her jeans sliding down to her knees, the cold night air biting at her exposed butt.
"Bet you've never had a dick this good," Dex murmured, his free hand working himself in slow, deliberate strokes. His voice was thick with amusement, like this was some private joke she wasn't in on. She squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling as the reality of what was happening crashed over her in waves, she could hear him pumping his dick.
"Please don't— please," she choked out, her voice cracking. The words tumbled out in a rush, desperate and raw. "I'm a virgin, I've never—I don't want my first time to be like this!" The plea hung in the air, pathetic and trembling. For a heartbeat, she dared to hope it might matter, that the word *virgin* might flicker some shred of pity in him.
Dex paused, his grip on the gun shifting slightly. Then he laughed—a soft, dark sound that curled around her like smoke. "Aw, sweetheart," he crooned, leaning down until his breath ghosted over her ear. "That just means I get to break you in right." He put his gun back in it's holster and his now free hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back meanly. "Trust me, by the time I'm done, you'll thank me for it."
Dex spat onto his fingers, then dragged the slick mess down between her legs with clinical precision. The wet sound of his palm against her dry flesh made her flinch, her thighs trembling. "Relax," he muttered, pressing his thumb against her clenched entrance with enough pressure to make her whimper. "Jesus, you're tighter than a trigger pull." His chuckle was dark, his breath hot against the nape of her neck as he ground the head of his cock against her. "Bet you've been saving this little hole for some college boy who'd cry after he came in thirty seconds. Well, guess what, princess? Tonight you're getting a real grown up cock."
Her nails scraped against the pavement as he shoved forward without warning, the burn of his intrusion tearing a ragged scream from her throat. He hissed through his teeth, his hips stuttering for a moment before he forced himself deeper. "Fuck—fuck... goddamn virgin," he gritted out, his fingers digging into her hipbones hard enough to bruise. He pulled out halfway, the drag of his cock making her sob, then slammed back in with a brutal snap of his hips. "Should've taken me home," he panted, his voice thick with mock sympathy. "Then you could've screamed into a pillow instead of lying on this dirty road."
He's gripping her with two hands now , bruising her hips as he settled into a rhythm, each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin and her choked gasps. Dex groaned, "You feel that?" he demanded, his voice rough with arousal. "That's what a man feels like. Not some twig-armed kid who'd ask permission to touch you." He punctuated the words with a particularly vicious thrust, his hips grinding against her ass as he bottomed out. "You're welcome."
Her vision blurred, tears dripping onto the cracked asphalt beneath her face. The pain was white-hot and unrelenting, but worse was the intimacy of it, the way his breath hitched when she clenched around him involuntarily, the obscene squelch of her body trying uselessly to accommodate him, he was too big and thick. Dex noticed, of course. He always noticed. "Aw, look at that," he cooed, his thumb swiping through the blood smeared on her inner thigh. "Little cunt's trying to suck me in deeper. Guess it knows what it's good for."
Her choked sob echoed off the alley walls, high and broken, as his hips pistoned against her with brutal efficiency. He pushed her hips flat on the floor and moved himself over her, dwarfing her with his large body, his forearm locked around her throat in a vice-like headlock, cutting off her air just enough to make her vision pulse at the edges. Tears streaked her cheeks, mingling with the grime on her face as she clawed at his arm, to escape, to breathe.
"Fuck—" Dex groaned, his voice thick with pleasure as he bottomed out inside her with a wet slap. "That's it, sweetheart, take it," he panted, his breath hot against her ear. "Little virgin cunt's so tight I can feel your heartbeat." He laughed as her body clenched around him involuntarily. "Bet you never thought your first time would be this good, huh?"
Her reply was a strangled gasp, her throat working against the pressure of his arm. He loosened his grip just enough to let her drag in a ragged breath before tightening it again, his hips never slowing. "P-please—" she managed, the word barely audible over the slick sound of his thrusts.
"Please what?" He mocked, his voice dripping with false sweetness. His lips brushed the shell of her ear, "Please fuck you harder? Please ruin this tight little pussy? Don't worry, baby—I got you." He punctuated the words with a particularly rough thrust, his cock grinding against her cervix hard enough to make her scream in pain. The sound seemed to *delight* him—his grip on her throat tightened as he chuckled. "God, you sound pretty when you cry, it's like music to my ears."
His thrusts grew erratic, his hips jerking forward with desperate urgency. "God....you're so tight," he groaned, his voice thick with pleasure.
She choked back a sob, her nails scraping uselessly against his forearm as he bottomed out inside her with a wet slap. Dex exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening. "Cats got your tongue? You should be thanking me," he panted, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. "I saved your pretty little ass from that trash in the alley,least you can do is take my dick like a good girl."
He moaned, low and appreciative, as her body clenched around him involuntarily. "Knew you'd be a natural once you stopped fighting it."
His thrusts grew shallower, harder ,chasing his pleasure. "Gonna fill you up," he promised, his voice drowned with arousal. "Gonna pump this tight little pussy so full of cum you'll drip for days." He punctuated the words with another rough thrust, his hips grinding against her ass as he buried himself to the hilt.
Dex's thrusts turned jagged and uneven. "Gonna—*fuck*—" His words dissolved into a guttural groan as he slammed into her one final time, his cock pulsing deep inside her. She gasped as hot cum flooded her womb, the sensation so sudden and invasive it made her stomach cramp. He held himself there, grinding against her ass as he emptied himself in thick, relentless spurts, his arms squeezed her head so hard her face started getting purple,he eased his grip once he was done breeding her.
"Oww..." She whimpered weakly and defeated, her voice breaking as he rutted against her oversensitive flesh. Dex ignored her, his hips jerking in shallow, possessive thrusts to milk every last drop. When he finally let go and pulled out, the sudden emptiness made her shudder—followed immediately by the sickening wet trickle of his release down her thighs.
He exhaled sharply, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He let her slump, her forehead pressing into the grimy pavement. Her whole body ached, her body throbbing where his fingers had left bruises, her insides raw and burning. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, warm and sticky against her trembling thighs.
Dex tsked, nudging her onto her back with his boot. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "All messy with me." He crouched beside her, his gloved fingers trailing through the mess between her legs, collecting his own spend on his fingertips. She flinched when he brought them to her lips, smearing the sticky fluid across her mouth. "Taste that?" he whispered, his thumb pressing against her bottom lip. "That's what cum tastes like, not a virgin anymore, are we now?."
He sighed contentedly, patting her hip like she was a well-trained dog as he tucked himself back into his pants with ease. "There we go," he murmured, zipping up with an obscenely casual flick of his wrist. The leather of his gloves creaked as he adjusted his suit, the fumbling of the fabric sounding loud in the alley's dark silence. He glanced down at her crumpled form with apathy, shaking his head. "Next time, sweetheart, make sure to say yes and bring me home. The pavement's too harsh on my poor old man knees." His chuckle was low and rich, the sound curling around her with humiliation as he straightened himself.
She couldn't move. Her limbs felt leaden, her vision tunneling as she stared up at the flickering streetlight above them. He stepped over her legs, his polished boots scraping against the asphalt as he lit a cigarette with a silver lighter. The flame cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the curve of his smirk. He took a long drag, exhaling through his nose as he regarded her with lazy amusement. "You're welcome!" he called over his shoulder, his voice echoing off the alley walls as he strolled away, the ember of his cigarette bobbing like a drunken firefly in the dark.
The moment his footsteps faded, her body gave up entirely. Her muscles unraveled like cut strings, her cheek pressing into the cold, grimy pavement. Between her legs, his spend leaked out in warm, sluggish rivulets, mingling with the blood smeared across her inner thighs. The coppery tang of it filled her nose, sharp and nauseating. Her jeans were still tangled around her ankles, the denim rough against her abused skin. A sob clawed at her throat, but no sound came out just a shallow, hiccuping breath that did nothing to fill her aching lungs.
The world tilted dangerously as exhaustion dragged her under. The last thing she saw was the flickering streetlight above her, its sickly yellow glow wavering like a dying candle. Then darkness swallowed her whole.
