His Craving.
Benjamin Poindexter x fem!reader
Summary: You were working as a receptionist for Governor Fisk, until a masked man held you at gun point and became obsessed with you.
CW: guns, knives, stalkerish dex, protective dex, alcohol, masked dex, reader is attacked by a creepy guy, death.
Part 1
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It had only been a couple of weeks since your encounter with the masked man in a dark shade of blue. His gun pointed at your head whilst ice cold eyes traced every inch of emotion available on your face.
“Give me the passkey.” His thick voice demanded through the mask. You knew working as the receptionist for Mayor Fisk would come with difficulties, yet you couldn’t have imagined that you’d be held at gun point within your first month.
“I…I can’t-t.” Your voice came out shaken and weak, you hated that.
He steps closer, invading the space between you, till the gun is pressing against the side of your temple. You stare up at him, trying your best not to show the fear coursing through your veins. He sighs and rolls his eyes.
“Listen, i will kill you. It wouldn’t matter to me. At all.” You felt your lip quiver at that, his dark eyes flicking down ever so slightly.
“Just be a doll and give me the passkey,” You can almost feel the sarcastic smirk that’s under the mask, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
You didn’t understand why or what he needed, never-mind who he was. His build was so big and not at all scrawny, you bet he could squash you without having to try.
“46…2…1.” You force out, suprisingly coming out in a mean tone. “There’s a dash, at the end.” You add.
His eyes are once again scanning you, checking for honesty. It was the truth, it wasn’t worth dying for a shitty receptionist job.
“There we go.” His voice rasped out, the gun slipping from your temple and back into his sling across his bulky chest.
He gave you a wink before turning to the computer and you took that as your signal to get out of there.
That was the last you saw of him. You didn’t return to your job the next day, thinking it might just be better to stick to your evening shifts at a shitty downtown bar. You couldn’t get him out of your head, those eyes, so dark yet…full of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on yet.
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It was around 9pm and the bar was mostly empty except for the usual regulars, old men that had nowhere else to go on a Thursday night. You were doing the usual small talk with Jerry, one of the very, very few old men who didn’t just look at you like a piece of meat, whilst cleaning glasses.
The door swung open causing the miniature bell above it to ring. You didn’t bother to look over, considering no one ever exciting came in. You saw the figure stalk over to the corner of the bar out of the corner of your eye, then tap his finger against the wooden ledge.
You swiftly ended the conversation with Jerry, putting the glass down on the side and sliding up to the new costumer, wearing a hat and a hoodie, at night…weirdo.
“Hey, what can i get you?” Your voice fake with your best costumer service act.
“Bourbon, on ice.” The voice was bored and monotone, it was oddly familiar to you. He didn’t look up, his cap still covering his face.
“Of course.” You smiled.
It wasn’t totally unusual to get guys like that come in, the bar wasn’t in the nicest of neighbourhoods, yet something about him..it was different.
The night went by quick enough, the place almost empty by closing time, except for one.
“I’m sorry sir, but it’s closing time, if you could head out..” You felt his eyes on you the whole night yet now, once again, he couldn’t look at you.
“Sorry.” He got up from his chair and swiftly moved toward the exit.
A chill ran down your spine. Did he just say your name?
It couldn’t be, right?
No. The masked man didn’t know your name. Maybe you’re hearing things.
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Another few days passed and you couldn’t get this feeling that you were being watched out of your head. Even in your apartment, that only you live in.
You were walking home late from a shift at the bar, probably around 2am, when you heard footsteps behind you. You knew all the safety advice out there for women alone at night, so you tried to not let it worry you, promptly crossing the street to the other side.
The footsteps followed. Fuck.
You picked up your pace, almost at a jog. You were almost home and it could just be a coincidence, homes in the same place, it was new york after all. You turned down the short alley way, just opposite of your building when you heard the footsteps rapidly coming at you.
You flipped around but the stranger was already slamming you against the wall. His face was wrinkled and scarred with ugly rashes all over, his breath smelling of alcohol and cigarettes.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out so late?” He slurred.
You fought against him, trying to free your hands and body from his hold. For some reason, you were much more scared than that night at the office.
“Get the fuck away from me!” You yelled, hoping to alert someone nearby.
“Shhhh, i was just asking a question. No need for the hostility sweetheart.” His dirty hand grabbed your cheeks, rubbing his rough fingers over your lips and chin. The panic had really set in now.
“I’ll call the fucking police.” Your voice as strong as it could be, the tears in your eyes forming before you could stop it.
“Awww, but i just wanted some fun!” His hand was getting lower and lower…
“Kiss m-“ His voice haltered, his body suddenly perfectly still.
A line of blood trickled down his forehead before he slumped to the floor aggressively.
Your breathing was out of control and the night felt immediately colder on your skin.
A crunch of boots causes your head to whip at the sound.
It was him. It was fucking him.
You were still frozen in place, your brain struggling to comprehend the scene infront of you.
“W-w…what?” The tears were running down your cheeks now.
“You’re okay.” There he was saying your name again, in that husky voice of his.
“He’s fucking d-dead.” You state into the night. This wasn’t real.
“He deserved it.” The masked man replied.
“How…How did you know i was here? Why are you here?” Your voice was trembling.
He shook his head, almost like a tic. “I had to see if you were okay.”
“You held a gun to my head two weeks ago!” You yelled, now filled with fury.
He stepped closer, you flinched, he stopped.
“That was… I had to.” He stared ahead.
You shook your head violently and looked up at the night sky. “What the fuck is happening?” You sobbed.
There was a best of silence, distant police sirens ringing in the background.
“Let me take you home.” He pleaded.
You turned and looked at him coldly. “Take off the mask.” Your eyes red and puffy at this point.
He stared at you deeply, just watching. Deciding.
His hand reached up and grabbed at the navy material, tugging it off.
His face was slightly cut and bruised, a gnarly scar on his cheek visible, even in this dark environment. His jaw was chiselled and sharp, his lips flat and serious as he stared into your eyes. He was handsome, incredibly so.
Fuck.
You scoffed, giving your head another shake. “That was easier than i thought.”
His expression didn’t falter, still stuck in that unreadable stare.
You looked to the dead guy on the floor, a knife sticking out of his head, a tear slipping to the ground next to him. You’d never seen a dead person before, or a murder.
“Am i going to prison?” You asked, half rhetorical.
“I’d never let that happen.” He replied sincerely.
He’d never let anything happen to you, because what you didn’t know, is that after the day you met in that office, he’d became obsessed with you. He couldn’t get your eyes, your lips, the smell of your perfume out of his head. He couldn’t stop craving you.
So he followed you, learnt your name, your address, what time you woke up and your favourite way to have your coffee. He knew your routine, learnt the way that you’d walk to work, how sometimes you’d stop off at the local bakery for a treat. He adored it.
He only broke in to your apartment a couple of times, studying your belongings intensively and sniffing the soft scent of you on your clothes. He just wanted to be close to you, keep you safe. With him.
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You walked up the last steps to your apartment door, the mysterious -yet handsome man followed shortly behind in silence.
Your keys rattled as you pulled them out your pocket and stuck them into the lock.
“Um…I’m home now.” You didn’t know what to say or what to do, it was like you weren’t in your body, tonight’s events weighing heavy on your mind.
The man nods and watches you slip inside, a begging look in his eyes.
“Goodnight.” He said, your name gliding off his tongue so softly.
“Goodnight…” You paused, looking up at him. “I don’t know your name.”
“Dex.” He almost whispered. “My name is Dex.”
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Authors note: Hi to anyone reading this! I haven’t wrote fanfiction in years nevermind this long lol. Its going to be a multiple part series, i’ll try write it as quick as i can, there will be smut! don’t you worry!
