prowl

20s, any pronouns, mdni requests open !

[cuspidbite]

: ̗̀➛ about : 20s, any pronouns. multifandom blog. mdni.

writing for .ᐟ

benjamin poindexter frank castle matt murdock

❤︎ writing do's .ᐟ

smut, sfw, some dd (stalking, obsession, toxicity, violence, etc.), questionable relationship dynamics, aus, prompts, etc.

✘ writing dont's .ᐟ

noncon/dubcon, scat/piss, p*do, n*cro, pregnancy, etc.

[cuspidbite]

Sweet with Dex please! If you’re still taking requests 😊

dex + sweet

coming up <3 a little fbi!dex bc he's my favorite

another day, another stakeout. they seemed to be getting more regular these days, what with fisk's uneasy collaboration with the fbi and the cloak of crime trying to fit into all the shadows of hell's kitchen.

it's not dex's favorite part of the job. far from it. though, he's hard pressed to say just what is without immediately turning into a flight risk.

you just so happen to be the unlucky bastard that's stuck with him by your side for all these hours.

see, dex doesn't get you.

he doesn't get most people, not unless he puts them under the figurative scalpel quantico had taught him to wield. but you, in particular, are the sort of mystery that exists in the everyday acts of a kind stranger, the sort of altruism hard to find in a career that seemed a magnet for the ambitious jarhead and ladder climber.

you'd offered him dessert from a local cafe close enough to not raise suspicion and, when he'd given you his customary 'no, thanks', you'd decided to return to the van with his favorite dessert.

he's not sure how you know it. he doesn't like the way it settles under his ribs with the kind of warmth that has him shifting in his seat. dex is trying to act the part, here. do his job, limit distractions, stick to structure.

you're considerate enough to chew quietly in the stillness of the van, but even he can tell you're sneaking glances. presses his lips tight with restraint.

"you know, all you have to do is ask."

his eyes slide over to you, the fork with a bite of cheesecake at the ready, and back to you again.

"i'm not going to ask." but it's said with a slight smile at the slight frustration that makes its way to your face.

"c'mon, dex," you say, "you've only had coffee the whole day, and that was in the morning. i don't know how you're still alive at this point."

his stomach flips. you hold out the handle of the fork like an olive branch, and he looks conflicted for a good, long moment.

"just trying to look out for you." you admit, a hint sheepish, still holding out hope.

he takes it.

[cuspidbite]

dex + impulse (2)

part of the flash ficlets event!

it's the laughter. joyful and carefree, as though you and bullseye— dex, you'd come to know— hadn't just made it out of a downright massacre that would have you bloodied and bruised for the weeks to come.

the adrenaline is still running high, pumping through your veins at the same staccato beat as a hummingbird flapping its wings, and the light— red, blue, red, blue, red, blue— catches on his eyes, the splits in his skin, and the blood coating his smile.

he looks beautiful when he laughs. looks beautiful when he bleeds.

and it's the laughter: the thing that drives you to close the distance, kicks your limbs into frantic movement before thought can impede you.

you kiss teeth and taste iron before he even realizes what's going on. before arms wrap around you in a grip that's more like a vice than an embrace, and he's still smiling when he cradles your face in his hands and leans into the motion of it all.

it's a cage of your own making.

[cuspidbite]

hi! flash ficlet for dex? impulse

thank you! 💋💋

dex + impulse

it's awkward, the way you say it. like the words fit in your mouth wrong, a line read off a script that's worn at the edges with folded dog ears to bookmark the sympathy you're trying to convey.

"i'm sorry. that sounds really hard."

and it has dex coming to a stall, abrupt. he masks it like he masks most things, sweeping it under a rug that's starting to look misshapen after years of habit.

the world is falling apart all around him, and your words— familiar in a way that's hitting the mark of intimate— strike deep into the cracks of who he's meant to be. all order and routine, things and people to keep him grounded. compliant.

you're meant to be his coworker, another fbi special agent that's only a few steps his junior. but your eyes don't lie.

what you are, it dawns on him with the vertigo of the world tipping over the edge once more, is his equal.

[cuspidbite]

time for flash ficlets !

these are all going to be x reader and, as the name entails, will be short, sweet, and written in a flash.

simply send in a word from the list below and i'll write a ficlet based on the first thing that comes to mind !

blood

after

squeamish

eyes

soothe

beach

evidence

clean

impulse

sorry

name

sweet

free

blush

cuddle

mercy

wealth

protection

coffee

friend

hospital

ticket

memory

change

writer's choice

[cuspidbite]

dex loves it when you steal his clothes, even more so if you try to hide it, and has to physically contain his reaction if you're caught-red handed.

something about the possessive nature of the act, about you trying to keep him as humanly close as possible, makes him downright giddy

reciprocation, even if you don't think it through

[cuspidbite]

patching dex up after a rough night with all the care in the world, sutures included, only to look down and see him hard and straining against the tight fit of his suit

[wonderful-rp-resources]

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

Alternatively, send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible! Please specify the muse for multimuses!

✘ = hugging them.

Δ = playing with their hair.

❤ = kissing them.

₪ = asking them out for dinner.

☀ = giving them a gift of _ ( asker’s choice ) .

♘ = stabbing them.

♕ = bowing down before them.

♒ = lying to them.

✿ = buying them flowers.

☾ = being found shirtless.

♢ = reading them a story.

☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm.

✎ = speaking in a different language.

✏ = teaching them a different language.

▄ = telling them a joke.

♬ = singing to them.

☹ = insulting a loved one.

ஐ = slapping them.

✂ = threatening them.

❃ = dancing with them.

▤ = falling asleep on them.

☮ = waking them up after a nightmare.

♣ = discovering them crying.

回 = patching a wound.

✮ = stargazing.

▓ = caught stealing their belongings.

☽ = wandering alone at night.

♡ = complimenting them.

≡ = offering a place to stay overnight.

☢ = falling over.

✦ = being well-dressed.

❂ = wiping blood off their face.

◎ = taking care of them while ill.

☁ = being caught in the middle of a storm with them.

⇕ = holding their hand.

↱ = being lost with them.

☠ = pushing them against a wall.

[raesource]

injury / injured prompts

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles .

👕 Blood seeps through receiver's shirt from a fresh stab wound.

🗡️ Press a bladed weapon into the receiver’s side.

🤕 Peel back the receiver’s bandage to reveal the infected wound underneath.

💉 Inject a painkiller into the receiver’s arm.

🏹 Yank an arrow out of the receiver’s shoulder with a swift pull.

🪢 Wrap a makeshift tourniquet around the receiver’s thigh.

🔥 Cauterize the receiver’s wound with a hot blade.

🩸 Smear the receiver’s blood across their cheek.

🦴 Snap the receiver’s dislocated shoulder back into place.

🪡 Carefully stitch the receiver's wound with steady hands.

🔫 Press the barrel of a gun against the receiver’s fresh bullet wound.

😴 Carry the unconscious receiver somewhere safe after a brutal fight.

🫳 Trace fingers along the receiver’s old scars.

💥 Slam the receiver into the ground hard enough to crack a rib.

🔪 Drag the tip of a knife slowly across the receiver’s forearm.

🩹 Apply pressure to the deep slash on the receiver’s abdomen.

🦵 Kick the receiver while they’re down.

🫦 Wipe blood from the receiver’s split lip with a rough thumb.

🔄 Twist the knife embedded in the receiver’s shoulder.

🧑‍⚕️ Lay the receiver on a operating table under harsh light.

🪏 Dig fingers into the receiver’s wound to retrieve a bullet fragment.

✂️ Clean and cut dried blood from the receiver’s matted hair.

👊 Punch the receiver to give them a black eye.

🧊 Hold ice against the receiver’s swollen face until it numbs.

🧼 Help the receiver shower / bathe after they get hurt.

[cuspidbite]

consider for a moment: isekai!reader becoming dex's fixation

[cuspidbite]

i know you can all hear me

[cuspidbite]

consider for a moment: isekai!reader becoming dex's fixation

[cuspidbite]

^ the inner calm you reach when you succumb to your base urges

[cuspidbite]

too grown to pretend like i don't love a good isekai

[slutdge]

day one of trying not to think about fucking that old man

[slutdge]

relapsed

[slutdge]

relapsed

[slutdge]

relapsed

[slutdge]

relapsed

[cuspidbite]

Whatcha think Dex would be like (DD S3) with like say a co-worker or something that's just like relentlessly into him? Swear if I saw that socially awkward little bastard irl I'd try to jump that immediately.

you are so real for this . #needthat

if we're talking fbi!dex, it's less about circumstance and more about morality. but things get SO tricky if you're the person he fixates on as his 'north star', because then we're conflating romantic interest with like an actual attempt at moral grounding (misguided as it is) which is... delicious but like messy and not entirely healthy

realistically i think he'd be awkward, and i think he's perceptive enough to notice someone making a pass at him IF they're obvious enough. he can recognize a flirtatious tone, but subtle ambiguity is going to leave him at a little bit of a loss

i don't think at that stage in his journey he thinks about romance all that much (though he might people watch, and look on with some curiosity at all the couples around him), which would make him flounder somewhat at open interest.

still, i actually think a subtle ambiguity approach might make more sense for him - someone who, at first, he doesn't give much thought to but slowly builds enough rapport and trust for him to feel that magnetic pull towards them, where he finds them occupying more and more of a headspace that has been otherwise hammered into routine and regime

[cuspidbite]

gunplay with dex but you're the one with the gun i am unwell. hold me

[cuspidbite]

benjamin poindexter x reader

this is very much leaning into freak4freak

—

the truth, ugly as it might be, was that you didn't know what you were signing up for when dex first came into the picture. not really.

the cracks were there, notches carved by time and circumstance along the frame— it's just that you never got the chance to run your fingers along the wood grain, to feel out the etched marks, before the splinters had already embedded themselves into your nailbed and the skin had grown thick around them. foreign bodies made at home in your system, a system which was all too happy to accommodate them with the passage of time.

but back to the cracks. need to know's, too many to count, which had started off inconspicuous. that is, until his level of comfort had given away to sloppy half-truths from a mouth too desperate to keep you close and never satisfied with the distance. eyes at your back, knowledge you hadn't given him being put on you as loving gestures— your favorite drink handed to you one busy morning, your habitual breakfast at the ready and served in bed

you wouldn't have had it any other way. which— really— was the crux of the problem: the fact that your devotion, dogged and raw, seemed to be swallowed whole by the gaping maw of his own.

dex handles you as gently as he can, always, like he expects you to bite back at any given point. like you tolerate him, like you're still undecided as to whether you'll give him a forever home, like he'd be satisfied with any scraps you deign to feed him.

he wouldn't be, and you know this.

but you've never given him any reason to beg, so how's he to know that?