welcome to the cave 🫶

thinking about how readers boyfriend hiring holland march because he's worried that reader is cheating on him. boyfriend explains to him that she's out partying every night and is rarely ever home, it causes him to worry about what she's actually doing. so march follows you. he may not be the worlds greatest detective, but he's paid for a job and always gets the job done.

when he sees you at a party, in a long sundress with a drink in hand and a cigarette between your lips, he is instantly captivated. march watches you twirl carelessly and executes his plan for your meet cute. your friend spins you out on the dance floor and you stumble into the moustached man behind you, your hands on his chest and his on your hips to steady you.

"wow I am so sorry I am such a klutz!" you exclaimed with a laugh.

"you're okay." he chuckled.

march felt himself become more and more addicted to you and your presence. you danced throughout the night with him, arms around his neck and forehead against him. when you got too tired from dancing you took his hand and brought him outside for a walk and to get some fresh air. your hands held his as you overlooked the view of the bustling city from your friends back yard and he couldn't help but stare at you.

how did your shitbag boyfriend get someone like you?

march had investigated your boyfriend too, a worthless sack of shit who didn't have a job or any ambitions. someone who sponged off of you and stayed home all day while all you did was work hard and blow off steam with your friends.

could he really blame you if you were cheating on him?

so when you sit beside him on the sun lounger by the pool and lean in closer to him, he knows what he's about to do is wrong. he knows that he's not doing the job he's hired to do. but he wants to excuse it, if he does kiss you, he'll have completed his job! he'll have found out if you were cheating.

march becomes content as he finally kisses you. its soft at first - from his end anyways. but you don't want it soft. your arms wrap around his neck and you force the kiss to go deeper, hands intertwined with his long hair. you can't help but smirk at the feeling of his moustache against your face and he almost laughs at you gasping when he lifts you onto his lap.

"don't you have a boyfriend?"

"yeah, and?" you kiss his neck and pull back to look at him. "planted your flyer so I could see you."

"hold up, you did what?" he questioned, pulling away from you entirely and bringing his hands back to his side. "what do you mean?"

vampire!dex who follows you on your nightly walk, watching every turn you make and every store you turn into

vampire!dex who spends weeks planning the perfect meeting for the two of you, one that will make you fall in love with him instantly

vampire!dex who can smell you from afar and it makes his eyes darken and his whole body stiffen

vampire!dex who will do anything to keep you safe, even pulling strange men from the alleyway and throwing them into dustbins torn apart so nobody obscures your late night walk!

vampire!dex who when you meet for the first time senses something different within you. youre so different to the past victims of his. you won't be a victim. not to him. from the moment you both lay eyes on each other and his hand touches your skin, youre both changed forever

vampire!dex who rushes back to his apartment and searches through his books to find something called the sire bond. something that means not only were you fated to meet, you were fated to be turned and to be his for all eternity.

vampire!dex who ponders if he can ever go near you again. he knows how dangerous and lonely a life of vampirism can be and would never wish it upon someone so gorgeous and full of life like yourself, but he can't deprive himself of a life time with you!!

vampire!dex who tries to keep his distance from you, but fails miserably. the sire bond means the two of you can't really stay away from each other now you've met! you can sense whenever he's nearby, as he can with you.

vampire!dex who stalks you from the rooftop of his apartment building, and is terrified (and simultaneously turned on) when you turn around and your eyes meet his straight away. you knew where he was without even thinking about it. and it drove him insane.

vampire!dex who finally gives in to the sire bond you both share and meets you again, and falls in love with your cheeky smile when you confront him about his watchful eyes.

vampire!dex who can command you to do anything he says, just by looking deeply into your eyes and placing his hands on either side of your face. he tells you to take a deep breath, you do! he says to give him a big smile, you do! he says to sit down while he gets you water, you do!

nsfw vampire!dex headcanons....

vampire!dex who can smell when you're ovulating and he has to physically restrain himself from holding you down and eating you out there and then.

vampire!dex who bites your neck for the first time and hears you moan so loudly he almost cums in his jeans like a teenager there and then. he feels you tense up and try to push him away, but when you surrender your body to him and embrace the feeling, one of his hands slips to your jeans to finger you.

vampire!dex who gets you hooked on the feeling of him feeding from you!!!! because he always pleasures you while he does, you've grown to associate the feeling with euphoria and you basically beg him for it now!

vampire!dex who is so focused on your pleasure that for the first few months of the relationship you have no idea what he likes. all you know is he wants to please you!

vampire!dex who can't help but shake his head when you beg him to turn you like him, so you can be together for an eternity. you get on your knees in front of him and go down on him, watching him lose composure as his hands braid into your hair so hard he pulls clumps out when he lets go.

vampire!dex who is normally so collected when he fucks you, but you rile him up so much that he fucks into you hard, rough and it leaves you bedridden for days and your bed frame collapses under the sheer force of him.

vampire!dex who feeds from you to the point where you black out and your pulse begins to fade, but he feeds you his blood to heal you.

vampire!dex whose eyes go black when you come back around to him, his blood running down your chin and your hands on his arms to keep his blood in your mouth.

vampire!dex who feels like he's going insane when you spin him onto his back and ride him until he cums inside of you, and he cums HARD. with his blood dripping from your chin and down over your tits, the sight drives him insane.

vampire!dex who drives up into you and moans, "yeah, this is what you wanted, angel? you wanted to taste my blood huh pretty girl?" and you nod in response, pathetically whimpering as his thrusts get harder and harder.

vampire!dex whose eyes roll back when you pretend to bite his neck like he does you, and tightens his grip on your hips.

you meet dex in a bar and are absolutely enamoured by him. you're supposed to be out with your friends tonight, singing, dancing, drinking but as soon as he laid his eyes on you and introduced himself you were done for.

your friends kept coming over to you while you sat at the bar with him, but you couldn't pry yourself away from him. everything about him drew you closer to him. by the end of the night you were sat in his lap with arms around his neck as you whispered sweet nothings to each other and laughed about nothing.

you left the bar before the sun could rise, and he told you he had to go get some rest before work. your heart shattered when you thought he was going to walk away from you and that was the last time you would ever see the handsome stranger. but when he turned back and planted his lips against yours, pulling you in closer to him with a hand on the back of your head, you whimpered into his mouth. your arms wrapped around his neck to close any gap between you and entangled hands in his hair made you feel insane and light headed. the kiss made you swoon and your knees buckle beneath you, especially when you felt him moan into you and bite your bottom lip so good it drew blood. upon tasting the copper liquid, dex instantly pulled away from you and allowed you both to catch your breath. he lifted his fingers to your bottom lip and wiped the blood from your face, he was trying his hardest to not swoon over you instantly. he put a hand in his pocket and pulled a card with his number on it before placing it into your hands and kissing your head, then leaving the scene as if he had never been there.

days passed since you last saw him, and he was all you could think about. you caught up with your friends and told them all about how you couldn’t stop dreaming of the older stranger from the bar. they laughed at your confession and said you were whipped, asking why you hadn’t called him since he gave you his number. the truth was you were too nervous to call him! how could you confidently call him after moaning int his mouth from just a kiss?

everyone warned you to be careful with him. you didn’t listen. you never did.

one night you were walking home from work in the dark when you began to feel anxiety creep up within you. your apartment was a good twenty minute walk from your workplace, and normally it never bothered you walking home alone in the dark. But tonight was different. fog misted the streets of New York and police sirens echoed through the air. your heart raced. you kept looking over your shoulder as you walked, even speeding up when you heard rustling from behind trash cans and loud yells from afar. you screamed when you walked into something hard in front of you, hands shaking as you fell backwards but was stopped from hitting the floor by the strange man in front of you. you anxiously opened your eyes (expecting to see someone terrifying) but was greeted by the sexy stranger from the bar. your heart skipped a beat as he steadied you upright and kept his arms around your waist.

“woah hey, are you alright? what’re you running for?”

“I thought i was being followed…I had no idea-”

“breathe.” He commanded and you instantly felt relaxed. you weren’t sure how exactly he had such power over you after one meeting, but the deep breaths calmed you down as his hands held onto yours. “do you want me to walk you home?”

“oh you don’t have to do that.” you said, gazing up into his darkened eyes. “‘M fine i can get myself home. my apartment is just around the corner.”

“let me make sure you get home safe.”

You froze at his forward nature. you hadn't seen each other in days! but your body betrayed you as you nodded in response. “would that be okay?”

"of course, angel."

dex wrapped an arm around your shoulders whilst you led him back to your apartment. your mind ran wild with doubts in relation to how he commanded and calmed you down. it made your mind race and you couldn't help but relax when he told you to. when his arms touched yours and you felt his warmth radiate onto you.

when you arrived back at your apartment, you calmed as you stepped through the front door and dropped your bag down by your feet. you turned back around to see dex still standing at the door awaiting your invite into your home.

"what're you standing there for?"

"bein' a gentleman." he smirked, leaning against the doorframe and flexing his large biceps that made your eyes go wide.

"come on in, dex." you grinned and grabbed him by his hand before pulling him into your apartment. "thank you for walking me home, can I get you a drink or anything?"

dex paused.

there was no way you were onto him.

there was no way you knew that he could hear your pulse from across the room. that he could smell your blood inside of your body and it was making him twitch. all he wanted to do was pounce across the room and plunge his teeth into your neck. for your blood to run through his throat. his eyes darkened at the mere thought of your body in his hands, under his control.

"dex?"

"just a water...please." he coughed, rubbing his eyes. "sorry im tired, its been a long day."

"I'm sorry to hear that!" you handed him a cold bottle of water from your fridge and sat down on the couch beside him. "you don't have to stay, you can take your water if you're tired."

"and miss you explaining why you never called me?"

you gulped as he moved closer to you on the couch, making you feel nervous. "I didnt think you would care."

"of course I care, angel. you think I would wipe the blood from your lips if I didn't?" he grinned and closed the gap between the two of you, hands on the back of your neck. "you're gorgeous, and the fact that you never called me when all I have done is think about you hurt my feelings pretty girl."

"you're all ive been able to think about." you confessed before you could even realise the words have left your mouth. "I uh don't know why I told you that." dex laughed at your confession. "but it is true, you're all ive been able to think about. been daydreaming about you kissing me again."

he smirked when you absentmindedly moved closer to him, leaning into his embrace as your eyes dropped to his lips. you followed his lead and kissed him lightly at first - knowing that you needed to ease into it. dex was smirking at your hesitation, you were scared to fully give yourself over to him. the alcohol in the bar had spurred you on to be so confident the other night, when you were the one who initiated the kiss and basically begged for him to stay with your eyes.

dex lifted you onto his lap effortlessly, as if you were nothing, and attached his lips to your neck. he felt himself stiffen when his lips grazed over your pulse point. your heart pounded blood through your body and he couldn't help the moan that escaped him at the feeling of your vein pulsing underneath his lips. his fangs bared without him having any control over them and held them so close to your skin.

just a taste, dex thought, just one little taste.

you were so lost in the way his hands roamed your back and undid your bra that you didn't notice that he had stopped kissing you. "dex?"

"just a little taste, sweetheart, promise it'll feel so good for you." your eyes looked down at the man beneath you and widened when you saw the prominent fangs sticking out. "just a taste sweet girl."

"d-dex, no."

buck had been working on a mission for Fisk, which meant that he wouldn't be home for a little while. his work was so important and kept him so so busy, and this mission was no different! he couldn't tell you about what he was doing and only sent a text saying 'on a trip, I'll be home late.' late often meant either a day or a month away from him.

this particular mission was two weeks long.

by the first three days, you were beginning to wonder when he was coming home. you couldn't communicate or text him back (this was for your safety as well as his own that he was so distant whilst working) so all you could do was sit and wait for him to come home, and pray that he would.

one day, you were walking past an animal shelter in the small town you resided in upstate. you both often took pet food, toys and treats to donate. it was something you always did when you lived in the city before you met buck and he had grown to love doing this with you. your caring and compassionate nature was one of the main reasons he knew he loved you.

one of the girls who worked in the shelter told you of a new kitten that had been abandoned on the side of the road. your heart softened as you saw the adorable black kitten curled up in the corner of the soft bed. when you knelt down to stroke her after opening her cage, you smiled giddily as she slowly made her way over to you.

you went back the next day and saw the adorable kitten again. the workers said that seeing you was the most movement that she had shown all day. the way she crept onto your lap and fell asleep. you knew that she had to come home with you.

so when buck arrived home a week later, he dropped his bags at the doorway and instantly called out "angel?"

you ran through to the hallway of your home and jumped into his arms excitedly. "honey I missed you so much!" you giggled when he span you around and kissed you. "how was it?"

"It was fine-what is that?" he paused upon seeng the black cat pander around your feet when he placed you back down on the floor.

"buck, this is peanut!" you giggled, picking up your kitten and introducing her to him. "baby peanut, this is buck! he's your dad!"

"when did you get a cat? I was gone for two weeks, my love." he laughed.

"she was found on the side of the road in a cardboard box, honey. I couldn't leave her! look how cute she is!" you lifted peanut up into his arms. buck reluctantly took her into his arms.

you had never even discussed children, let alone pets!

but he saw how happy you were with the kitten you had called peanut. why peanut? he didn't know. and he didn't have to know.

"as long as she doesn't sleep in our bed, she can stay."

"about that-"

"darling!" he exclaimed and you laughed.

buck had grown to accept peanut as part of your little family. she wasn't anything like he was expecting. he was expecting the kitten to be stand offish and not wanting anything to do with either of you. especially buck. so when you came back downstairs from drawing him a bath, you got so excited to see him fast asleep on the couch cuddling peanut. his arms wrapped around her whilst she slept on his chest, both wrapped up under blankets to keep themselves warm.

you call him.

you never call him at work.

buck is in a meeting with Fisk discussing the latest arms shipments to the port when his phone rings out to break the hushed nature of the conversation. Fisk's ears prick up at the ringtone. buck never has his phone on loud. you're the only person who has that phone number, his private phone. his work phone is in his trouser pocket that members of the AVTF members and Daniel have access to, but that only ever vibrates. you had never called him. you never even text him because you know how serious buck is about your safety.

buck answers the phone call instantly, eyeing the mayor who sits opposite him. "are you alright, love?"

"theres someone in the house." you whisper in the phone, breath shaking. "buck someone's here."

his heart stops. he wants to be sick from nerves but knows he has to be composed in this moment. everything he has ever trained for has brought him to this moment. but that was for combat training. covert operations.

not someone breaking into your home.

"b-buck someones here."

"I'm on my way home now, okay love? stay on the phone with me." Fisk nods to buck and signalled for him to leave. he threw the keys to his bullet proof blacked out car that he used for his business meetings in the city.

buck wanted to be sick when he heard your voice falter. he could basically hear your heartbeat through the phone. there was a loud crash echoing over the line and you whimpered quietly.

"buck 'm scared."

"angel, I'm on the way. stay put, okay?" he threw himself into the drivers seat and instantly put his foot on the gas.

he needed to hear your voice to calm himself down, selfishly. he knew that you couldn't speak to him while someone had broken into your home. so buck didn't force you to speak as he sped through several red lights.

"buck."

"darling you have to be quiet okay? I promise you I'll be there as fast as I can but you have to be quiet so they don't find you. I won't let anything happen to you." he hushed with a big deep breath.

buck couldn't let you know he was scared.

hell, he was terrified. how had someone found your home? your home was secluded, secure. how did someone manage to get past the several locks on your door? was it an aimed attack? did they know buck lived there too? did they know that mayor Fisk had been taking refuge in your home when new york was in crisis?

"are you still there? I'm not far my love I promise I'll be right there."

"c-can you stop and get me some flowers?" you nervously whispered to him as a loud thud echoed through the phone line. "buck they're getting closer."

"deep breaths okay? I'll get you all the flowers you want as soon as I'm home and we've cleared all this up." he chuckled. you loved hearing his laugh. buck was always so serious and stoic that he rarely ever expressed emotion, which is why you adored his laugh and his smile so much because they reminded you why you fell in love with him.

he heard a creak from the your end of the line followed by a muffled voice saying "found you" and you yelped.

"love, I'm two minutes away!"

"buck!" you exclaimed and buck could've sworn he was about to be sick.

you were terrified. your voice had never, ever sounded like that. you had never sounded so frail and fragile. you always presented yourself as someone with a tough exterior and covered any fear with humour. you were kind, caring, compassionate - never ever fragile.

the silence that echoed through the phone line made his heart shatter.

"darling, you there?" he asked and was greeted with silence.

it felt like forever between your yelp of his name and him pulling into the drive of your home.

his eyes met the door that had been kicked off of its hinges and laid bare on the floor of the entryway to your home. forced entry. the way that picture frames were littered all over the floor with glass from the frames covering the rug. a picture of you and him, one that he always demanded was hid but you adored (one from your wedding) was hung on the wall by a knife that was wedged between the two of you in the photograph.

upon closer inspection, the knife was engraved.

"found her" and a bullseye symbol at the end of the handle.

everyone dex knew wanted something. everyone who spoke to him wanted something.

his skills for a contract kill, information extracted from a victim, his watchful eyes. they wanted his expertise and always offered him a lavish life. they would offer him weeks away in a yacht in the mediterranean, a private helicopter ride to wherever, whenever he wanted, a private plane and a pilot to show him the sights of the world. they would offer him everything in hopes of using his abilities that would provide them with everything they ever needed.

dex didn't want any of that though.

dex had everything that he wanted.

he had you.

from the moment he met you, he knew you were his North Star, his good deed that balanced the scale. the universe gifted him with your gorgeous smile, your beautiful laugh, your soft and kind hearted nature, your non-judgemental tone. you knew about his past - he was always honest with you - and you didn't care. he promised to be better for you and that was all you needed from him, as long as he was coming home to you every night that was all that mattered!

spending time with you healed him and made him forget about all of his past indiscretions. made him forget about the killing of Vanessa Fisk or foggy nelson. from the first time your hands enveloped his for a handshake and the way your eyes lit up or to the first date when he showed up at your apartment door with a large bouquet of flowers. dex knew every second he spent with you erased every awful thing he had done in the past, you made him want to be better. he would do everything in his power to prove to the universe that he was 'one of the good guys'.

after the first few dates, dex spent nights at your apartment and you spent nights at his. you would alternate dependent on what activity you wanted to do that night. your apartment was bigger, closer to the city, had more things to do such as a walk in the park, bustling bars, restaurants whereas his was his apartment was further away from the city. his apartment was only for necessities whereas yours was your home. his was closer to the outskirts of New York, closer to the wild countryside. dex honestly preferred spending time at your apartment because of how it was decorated.

it was yours.

every second spent in your apartment was him being forever consumed by you! and that was all he wanted.

so when you asked him to move in with you, he was thrilled.

dex loved the pictures of you and your life that littered the wall. those from your childhood, concerts you attended, the trips you took with your friends. he loved being surrounded by you. and as soon as dex moved in, you let him pick which pictures he wanted of the two of you on the wall.

when you came home from work one day, dex had redecorated your bedroom. only slightly but he was so nervous as to what you would say, how you would react. dex had become the very thing he never ever pictured of himself - a lover boy. he had printed out every picture of the two of you, even ones you didn't know he had taken. he littered your bedroom with the pictures placed in the shape of a heart with heaps of flowers spread all over your apartment. it was the anniversary of your first date and he wanted to spoil you, and show you just how much he truly loved you.

when he later took you to a bar to celebrate the anniversary and you shared a bottle of red wine followed by a walk around Central Park late at night, strangers approached the two of you. and instead of him reverting back to his old ways you always responded first. he couldn't help but grin as you turned around to the strangers and said "leave us the fuck alone" in a tone that both scared him and warmed his heart. dex was shocked that they actually did leave you both alone after your exclamation.

wow, he thought.

he had everything he wanted, he didn't care what everyone else in his life had.

he had you.

you loved your relationship with dex.

you had the perfect relationship and couldn't have asked for anything else.

after a year or so of dating, you and dex moved into a house. your home was far away from the hustle and bustle of the city life that you had both enjoyed but now wanted a steady pace. something calming. something that reminded you of the fact that neither of you were young enough to be going out to bars late at night.

you had the freedom of living off the grid. you travelled into the city for work then rushed home, leaving the city life behind for the quiet, peaceful one you got to embrace with your partner. dex had become so open to whatever you wanted, to decorating your home with whatever you deemed fit.

anything you wanted, he did too.

as your relationship grew, so did your home.

the puppies you got that dex swore wouldn't be allowed in the bed, always ended up snuggled at the foot of the bed and joined you both on the couch for your naps. despite living far away from the city, you did have neighbours. they were older than the two of you but had all left the city for the same reason. they always laughed when you took the dogs for a walk or took them to the park. dex would play fetch with them and you would give them their treats.

when you sat in the back garden of your home whilst dex cooked on the barbecue and threw the cooked meat towards the dogs as a treat for being so good, you couldn't believe that this was your life.

you recalled when you were young and had been on so many shitty dates that your friends mocked you for. you remembered one drunken night sitting on your fire escape staring at the stars above you, holding your wine bottle to your chest and praying that the universe would 'bring you a best friend who you loved and was the hottest man you'd ever seen'.

New York was beautiful. it was everything you had ever dreamed of.

the gorgeous sky high buildings that shone into the twilight sky, the hustle and bustle of the people's lives who were always too busy to admire the city that they took for granted.

you had moved to New York for college, finally embracing the freedom that your young adult years would bring you. the excitement of moving to a new city to make new friends and explore all the things that the city had to offer. your parents had helped you decorate your room in a student house with your newfound friends in Brooklyn and then you sent them on their way, eager to finally have the adventures that you had dreamed of as a child.

on your first night in New York, your friends eagerly encouraged you to join them at a small dive bar a fifteen minute walk from your new house, saying that it would take fake ID's as all of you weren't old enough to drink. you all dressed up in short skirts and tight fitting tops to increase your chances of being allowed into the bar.

as you walked the streets of New York, your smile grew.

how could your first night in the big city get better than this?

it got so much better.

you all spent hours in the bar, sat in the corner booth and occasionally getting up to dance towards the bar when a song played that made you all lose your minds. as you all stumbled from the bar, there was half an hour until sunrise. something you eagerly wanted to witness from a high point. when you exclaimed to your friends about going up to a high rise building or a rooftop and experiencing the spectacle from a vantage point everyone laughed. majority of your housemates were from New York or surrounding areas which meant they were accustomed to the hustle and bustle of big city life and every gorgeous thing New York had to offer.

but that didn't stop you.

you found a tall apartment building nor far from the dive bar you had spent hours in, but was further from your apartment. you got to climb up the fire escape (your drunken self forgetting about the people whose apartments you had to climb past) to reach the rooftop.

dex twitched as he watched the world from his apartment window. he saw your figure clamber past the fire escape and his interest was captured.

he had to follow you.

he was met with your figure sitting cross legged on the rooftop. his eyes scanned you and felt instantly captivated. half of his brain wanted to grab you and enquire about why you were up here and if you were here for him. feigning innocence and pretending to be someone innocent so you could lure him in and kill him. maybe you were bait for a larger trap.

but when you took your phone camera out of your bag to take a picture of the rising sun that snuck between the high rise buildings, it eased all of dex's worries.

"you shouldn't be up here."

you jumped at the voice and scurried on your knees backwards away from him. sure, you may have been slightly intoxicated but you knew a good looking man when you saw one. tall, broad, muscular. terrifying in stature and a dangerous grin that made your stomach flip in all kinds of ways.

"'m so sorry! I just wanted to see the sunrise from a roof, its my first night in the city I just moved here and I was so excited and I-"

dex laughed at your ramblings as he came to sit down next to you, watching while you anxiously fiddled with your hands. "you're fine, I can tell you just moved here." you calmed when he pulled his legs to his chest and looked towards the sunrise. "us New Yorkers take the city and its sights for granted."

"you're too used to how beautiful it is. I'd give anything to see this view everyday."

"well given you just moved here, I guess you got your wish." he smiled and pointed at the space between the buildings opposite the roof you resided on. "it rises just between these two, so I hope you brought your sunglasses."

you sat like that with your stranger for an hour. watching the sun wake the gorgeous city up for its day of action. and as you sat with the sexy stranger beside you, you couldn't help but get closer to him. laying your head on his bicep while you watched the world go by. dex hated affection. especially from strangers. because thats what you were. he didn't know you, you sure as hell didn't know him because if you did - you wouldn't be here with them. why would a young, beautiful, college student new to the city spend their first morning with the wanted vigilante sniper bullseye.

he turned to you, looking down at you, and coughed. "we should get you home. do you know which way you're headed?" when you paused to think about which street it was, he chuckled. "I'll walk you home, cmon."

your friends wished that they had stayed with you that night.

just so you would shut up about how perfect the stranger was.

that perfect stranger who walked you home and conversed with you about his favourite spots in the city, which places you'd enjoy based on your preferences and his approval of your New York bucket list. that perfect stranger who held your hand and kissed your cheek goodbye before you walked up the stairs to your home.

dex was lucky that you were so naive.

that you were so unsuspecting of him. that you let a stranger walk you home? any New Yorker would have punched him for even offering! let alone holding your hand and letting him walk you to your door! he was lucky that you were so sweet, kind and loving for the way you rested your head on his biceps.

but you haunted him.

when he walked back to his apartment he couldn't help but miss the way your presence felt next to him. the way your hand lingered on his arms as you drunkenly swayed by him on the sidewalk. the way your laugh echoed the streets that were often so loud and overpowering. the way you gasped a little when he kissed your cheek and your gasped quietly at the affectionate embrace.

he couldn't stay away from you.

dex dug out all of his spying equipment (everything that he had once sworn off in an effort to be a better person) from the back of his closet so he could watch you from afar.

he watched you leave classes on campus from his truck that he had parked a distance away. he watched you go to the library to get textbooks for your classes and joke with your course mates. he watched you go to frat parties in the tiniest skirt and the tightest fitting top he had ever seen, every curve accentuated by the minuscule amounts of clothing. he observed you walk your neighbours dogs now you had finally discovered a nice walking route with a coffee shop that you occasionally stopped in for an iced drink.

one day when you walked the dogs, he had paid some young children who were causing trouble to pull the lid off of the water hydrant to spray water on you. the way that the water hit your top and showed off your lacy black bra underneath your white vest made him clutch his jaw shut and cross one leg over the other. dex didn't know why he was hiding the growing hard-on in his jeans, especially because he was the only one in the car, but he couldn't take his eyes from you.

he stalked as you ordered pizza for you and your housemates. you ordered a cheese pizza, pepperoni and a cheesy garlic bread before going to the shop next door to grab a few bottles of cheap, fruity wine that you all loved to drink. he followed when you took them back to your house and danced in the living room window eating cheesy garlic bread and sipping your fruity wine.

dex never wanted anything more.

he knew he had to have you.

all he had done was dream of you, of you holding him, of you reaching out to him as you lay beside him, of your laugh filling his ears, of his hands brushing over your lips, of him undressing you and you letting out that little gasp that had haunted him.

dex wore a nice black quarter zip with dark blue jeans, flowers in one hand and a pizza box in the other. those same flowers that you had a painting of on the wall above your bed.

one night dex had snuck into your home while everyone was asleep. he pried the window open from the fire escape and brought himself into your bedroom. it was bigger than he had anticipated. bigger than it looked through the lens of his binoculars. your walls were white but littered with pictures of those he could only guess were your family and friends from back home. or of landscapes that you had fallen in love with whether that be in New York or from your hometown.

you were laid on your bed sound asleep as you cuddled your sheets. the white bedding with pink bows on was wrapped in your hand and covered your bed. he crept towards you quietly and knelt down beside your bed frame, hand brushing your hair out of your face. you looked so relaxed and beautiful. dex had never been so enamoured by anything like this before. and when you mumbled something in your sleep and clutched onto his hand, it sealed it. you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. he slipped out of your room the same way he came in (knowing that if he stayed any longer he would never leave) and closed the window softly. he would be back.

dex sighed as a drunken idiot pushed into him and knocked the flowers out of his hand. the peonies landed in a puddle on the sidewalk while the fool laughed and shoved back into him. dex was trying to be good. trying to be better for you, even though you didn't know that. but as he was shoved into again - he snapped.

a knock at your door made your ears prick up. all of your roommates were out at a bar and didn't plan on being home early. you stayed home due to needing to finish an assignment and promised that as soon as you finished it you would join them.

you closed your laptop and crept towards the door, opening it wide to see the sexy stranger from over a week ago standing before you. blood on his cheek. damp flowers in one hand and a pizza box in the other as he panted.

"hi?" you smiled at him.

"hi." dex said, inhaling deeply as he stood tall. "I brought you some flowers, and I didn't know if you wanted to have dinner...with me."

"you have blood on your cheek."

"some asshole wouldn't leave me alone, made me drop your flowers in a puddle." he extended the flowers to your hand with a laugh at how droopy the flowers were. "I'm sorry, I wanted to surprise you and bring you some flowers but they look so-"

dex was coming home late again.

you knew he was busy, especially with what he was doing saving New York from the Fisks and the Anti-Vigilante Task Force. you knew what he did in the dark of the night, you knew everything. but you accepted him.

there was no changing him.

when you first found out about it all, it was because you had found the mask hidden in the wardrobe the two of you shared. his suit tucked away behind several different jumpers, jeans, quarter zips of his that you thought needed washing. when you approached dex about it, he was surprised. there wasn't any anger or fear in your voice.

you spoke to him the same way you always did. the only thing that you showed that was different was worry. your main concern was that dex was okay and was taking care of himself rather than anything else. you held his hands in yours and made him promise that he would come home to you every night.

he always did.

nothing could keep him from you. dex would've slaughtered New York if it stood in the way of him returning home to you and your quiet snoring. you were his and he was yours.

when he pulled himself onto the fire escape, he smiled. you always left the window slightly open for him to come home easier this way. otherwise he had to get changed in the alleyway next to your apartment building and that was something you hated. you had gotten possessive over him, asking what if someone saw him change whilst dex was more worried about someone following him into the alley.

his eyes landed on you stood in the doorway with a glass of water for him, wearing his shirt and a pair of tiny bedtime shorts underneath it. he couldn't help but smile underneath the mask.

how had he gotten so lucky that he could commit such foul atrocities then come home to you?

you froze when he let himself in through the window. you had seen the suit before, but you'd never seen him wearing it. you'd never seen it on. your breath hitched on your throat. he towered over you and your apartment, making everything seem so small and belittled. his biceps looked huge - moreso than normal - and his thighs looked so much thicker. your mouth hung open as dex scanned you for any sense of worry. you felt your hands grow clammy and sweaty as your eyes met his. all you could see was his hypnotising eyes that made you bite your lip.

without thinking, you placed the glass of water on the bedside cabinet and jumped into dex's arms. you wrapped your legs around his waist and instantly kissed him - forgetting all about the mask - and tugged onto the fabric of his suit. dex couldn't help but chuckle at your eagerness, he didn't expect this reaction from you for the first time you had seen him in the bullseye suit. the material was soft on your lips and tongue as you moaned into his mouth.

"slow down, sweetheart." he laughed and pulled away from you, causing you to whimper. "what's got you so hot and bothered-" dex raised his hand to pull the mask from his head and you could've sworn you'd gone to heaven just then. his greying hair a mess from the mask, his cheekbone scar glistening in blood. "what's got into-"

you couldn't help but surge back to kiss him.

how had dex gotten so lucky that you would kiss him in a suit covered in blood?

you, his North Star, indulged in his secret activities throughout the night. it kept him balanced. it kept him sane. were you worried for the bartender who would hand you your change after buying drinks and their hands would linger a second longer? you always were. but dex needed you.

and god forbid anyone who thought they could tear him from his North Star.

he tightened his grip on your hips and laid you down on the bed, hovering over you as he continued the embrace. "first time seein' me in the suit got you all worked up, huh?" you mumbled something he couldn't understand and all he could do was laugh. "want me to make you feel good, huh?"

dex pulled away from you (causing you to whimper at the loss of contact) and noticed blood smeared on his clothes that you were wearing. his eyes widened as his hands instantly pulled your clothes up to scan you for any injuries. he had faced nightmares just like this. that you would be pulled from him in a moment of intimacy as the universe's punishment for all of his crimes committed.

"you're hurt, where?" his hands tore his shirt from you whilst he panicked and searched for any potential harm you were facing.

"dex, it's all the blood from your suit, honey." you giggled as he placed a hand on his suit and pulled it away, examining the blood on his fingertips and he sighed in relief. "or maybe I've been committing crimes and you've finally caught me, bullseye." you smirked and dex shook his head.

he couldn't help but laugh.

how did you match him so well?

when dex pulled your shorts from you and curved his fingers between your legs, he wrapped a hand around your hair to ensure you kept eye contact with him. making sure that you were always looking at him. the ever consuming gaze of the masked vigilante before you made you ridiculously turned on - you knew he knew that from the glisten on his hands when he pulled away from you.

it all started when buck was returning to work after being shot.

he put it down to anxiety, because you were so incredibly anxious about him going back to work. he had been home for weeks and as terrible as the circumstances were - you loved having him around all the time. you watched films together, cooked together, baked together, bathed together. anything and everything is done together. you changed his wound dressings for him twice daily and basically babied him.

buck wasn't used to feeling so helpless, he did everything around the home. he did everything possible to make your life as easy and as stress free as possible. but now here he was. laid in bed while you changed his dressings and brushed his hair back. begrudgingly letting you bring him meals in bed. he was used to doing everything for you, for your home, for your relationship. he hated the thought of you stressing or being overwhelmed.

when it came to the weeks approaching him going back to work, you struggled to relax. you couldn't find sleep. you couldn't rest. buck got to sleep quite easily, arms wrapped around you to calm you both. he knew you were worried about him and this always worked when you were worried. but this time it didn't. this time was different.

you nearly lost him. buck could have died. and you would've been none the wiser if it wasn't for wilson Fisk calling you. you would've still been waiting for him to come home, expecting his text message. you would lay awake at night watching him sleep, watching his chest raise as he inhaled. eyes scanning his figure. you memorised every single inch of him as if he was going to disappear the next time you closed your eyes. his dimples. his long eyelashes. his soft hands. his big strong arms.

your anxiety truly wrecked your routine. there was no consistent sleep pattern. no eating real meals due to lack of appetite. but this wasn't really your anxiety. buck found you hauled up in the bathroom for the whole week. every single morning as you were sick from what you both put down to nerves.

when he returned to work and you were left alone in your home, you realised you were still being sick. it was just nerves, you thought to yourself. just nerves.

but it was better to be safe than sorry.

buck returned home from work that night excitedly. large bouquets of flowers in his arms, takeout, a bottle of red wine for the two of you and a brand new record for you to dance around in the kitchen to. when he opened the door and you weren't there awaiting his arrival, he frowned.

you were always waiting at the door for him or at least in the living room so he could sweep you off of your feet. so he could embrace you in his arms and kiss you deeply. all so he could hear you giggle like you always did whenever he swept you up in his arms.

"love?" he asked, setting everything down on the table as he searched the home for you. "where are you?"

"coming, buck." he heard your voice quietly echo from upstairs and rushed up to see you.

you didn't sound like your normal, excited, giddy self. you sounded worried. scared even. like something was happening, like something was wrong. gun in hand, he approached your bedroom door that was barely open. it was always open. what if someone had found where you lived? what if someone found out who you were? what if someone had broken in and was harming you?

buck rushed through the door and found you sat on the floor, balled up as you didn't meet his eyeline. he instantly knelt down to your height (dropping the gun on the bed) and wrapped his arms around you. he lifted your head to make sure you were okay, and almost teared up when he realised you had been crying. the fresh streaks of tears down your face and bloodshot eyes met his and he immediately pulled you onto his lap and sat on the bed.

"you're home."

"I'm home, angel, I'm home. promised you I'd come back safe didn't I?" he hushed into your ear and wiped the lose tears from your face. "is that why you're upset? you were worried I wasn't going to come home to you?"

"mhm." you nodded and avoided his gaze, too busy looking at your balled up hands that held the object you were terrified of.

"love? what's really wrong?" he asked and you shook your head. "hey, love, whatever it is, we can talk about it. together." his eyes dropped to your clutched hands - noticing the way your knuckles had turned white from hiding something - and took your hand in his. you buried your head in his shoulder as he took the test in his hand.

positive, four weeks.

buck didn't know what to say. his eyes were fixated on the word 'positive'. four weeks. four weeks took you both back to the day that he was shot. that morning you had begged buck to call in sick to work so that he could spend all day in bed with you but he insisted that he had a responsibility at work. when you pouted and crossed your arms, feigning anger, buck grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed where he was getting dressed and crawled on top of you to kiss you deeply.

he was late for work that day.

"y-you're pregnant?" buck asked and you nodded into his shoulder, still hiding from his gaze. the suited man pulled you onto his front so you had to face him. "we're having a baby?"

"we're having a baby."

"we're having a baby." he repeated, lifting you up and spinning you around excitedly. "I can't believe we're having a baby."

"buck!" you laughed as he set you down on your feet. "no guns in the bed! what did I say!"

"you didn't complain before-"

"buck!"

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in the weeks after finding out you were pregnant, buck did absolutely everything he could.

the home was baby proofed, soft safety corners placed on every sharp cornered object across your home. table edges, window sills, anything and everything. baby gates were placed all over your home. anything that you could possibly think of, buck had done.

he had read every single book on raising a child, childbirth, the effects of childbirth. you name it, buck had read it. he wanted to be as prepared as he could possibly be for the next months that awaited the two of you on this journey.

for hospital appointments, he made sure to explain that only you two were allowed to be in the enclosure of the hospital wing for at least an hour before or after. he would scout it himself just to make sure nobody who wanted to harm him would ever, ever think of coming for you. they wouldn't get the chance to. he upped the amount of weapons he had on him. from two guns to four, concealed knives in his pockets. buck was ready.

his anxiety skyrocketed too. there were now six locks to the entry ways of your home. all could only be undone from the inside aside from the traditional lock and key. buck always texted you a codeword when he was on his way home so you knew it was him. the codeword changed every single day for precaution. you could never be too safe.

especially when you were carrying his little girl.

buck was over the moon that you were having a girl. not that he didn't want a boy, but the thought of having a mini-you running around? the world truly was a magical place that had blessed him with two of the most beautiful beings he had ever known.

when it came to painting the nursery, buck rarely let you do anything but knew this was the one thing you absolutely wanted to do. it was a job you got to do together, playing a record in the background as you occasionally danced together instead of painting. the walls were going to be a soft lilac, with stencilled flowers and butterflies painted on the walls - the butterflies were buck's idea. he wanted your daughter to be just like you. to be so in touch with nature that she would constantly be stopping to see the wildlife around her and to smell the flowers. just like you did, just like you taught him to.

buck also loved to tell you the things he had learned from the endless piles of books that he had read in preparation.

"I read something so interesting in one of the books, love."

"yeah?" you smiled and continued painting as you turned to face him.

"do you know people can shit themselves in childbirth?"

you instantly threw the paintbrush at him and painted his plain clothes lilac out of frustration. "buck why the fuck would you tell me that!"

"I thought it was interesting!" he laughed at your expression and you folded your arms and walked away from him. "angel come back!"

"paint it yourself!"

the hormones made your mood swings be completely different and also terrifying to him.

you were unpredictable sometimes, but in a fun and carefree way that made him smile. but this was different. this was you going from wanting to ride his brains out to getting upset because the curtain didn't sit right. or getting angry because the record you were listening to jumped. or being so happy that buck gave you a foot or back massage when you were in pain that you cried out of joy.

it was a lot.

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when you finally birthed your beautiful baby girl, buck couldn't stop crying. when you held her in your arms and he looked at the two of you.

"look at my girls." he cried as he cradled the two of you. how had he grown so lucky that he was graced with two gorgeous girls in his life?

"buck?" you whispered, your voice hoarse from the screaming in pain you had done during childbirth.. "I didn't shit myself."

"you didn't angel." he laughed at your wide smile and kissed your forehead. "look at my gorgeous girls."

when you arrived home, buck carried everything as always. hospital bags. you. your child. he made sure you had nothing to do that would harm you. he was so excited for you to all to be at home. to relax together. to get as minimal amounts of sleep as possible.

Fisk had given buck months off work. all paid for. he wanted buck to finally take some time off and rest up. to enjoy everything that fatherhood had to offer him. to run on half an hours sleep all day while he cradled your little girl in his arms and danced with her to one of your favourite records.

a knock at your door one day made buck terrified. and it wasn't just a 'I wonder who that is' terrified, it was a 'let me shoot them through the door before they even breach the threshold of the home' terrified. buck looked at you sat on the couch with your baby girl in your arms and instantly signalled for you to hide. you had a hiding spot in the home that you had never, ever used.

as he opened the door slowly, gun behind his back, he was greeted by his employer and his wife. "Congratulations!" Vanessa exclaimed excitedly and pushed her way into your home. "Wilson, bring in the presents!"

you emerged from your hiding spot with your baby and laughed at the mayor of New York standing behind a ridiculously large teddy bear with several bouquets of flowers, knitted blankets, little teddy bears.

"did you guys buy the whole of Macy's?" you asked with a giggle as your baby blabbered on in your arms.

"no-" Vanessa said.