Daredevil: Born Again
Dex/Bullseye x superpowered!vigilante!reader
(superpowers don't come up in this part however)
NSFW, M/F
Porn with the idea of a plot, submissive Dex, inspired by S2E5/6 of DDBA (full tags/read on ao3)
887 words
Summary: The cord snaps as the intimate moment between you and Dex becomes passionate and you give in to your desires.
Part 2/Direct continuation of You're Mine (link to series on ao3) (although this is probably the last in the series)
A/N: sorry this took so long i wasnt lying in my bio when i said i was the worlds slowest writer. also if u see any mistake shhhh no u didnt <3
edit: changed the title by like one word bc it was pissing me off lowkey
Soft kisses grew desperate, his gentle hands rougher. They traversed your body carefully, yet eagerly nonetheless. You held his chin in one hand, rubbing at the stubble, fingernails finding his scalp as Dex squeezed your ass. He planted a smack and you bit his lip in response.
Parting for air, your foreheads pressed against one another’s, your pants louder and quicker than before. Long forgotten were the aches and pains that riddled your bodies; instead, your senses filled with burning passion. The tension that had been growing between the two of you over the weeks you’d spent together finally snapped.
You spun him around and swiftly pushed Dex onto the bed. A smirk played on his lips as he propped himself up on his elbows. Behind those hazel eyes, all you could see was a beaming desire.
As you peeled off your suit, his eyes raked hungrily over your figure, the bulge in his pants painfully obvious. The black fabric strained over his crotch, but he made no move to relieve himself, his complete focus on you instead.
Dex had cleaned himself up some, but blood still stained his temples and chin. Sweat still pooled on his skin, glistening over his muscles, and his hair clung damply to his forehead. It was ridiculous how much it turned you on.
Left in your underwear, you, you climbed on top of him, legs on either side of his massive thighs. You grinded into his erection, making him groan. Dex sat up to pull you closer and your fingers entwined in his hair. You tugged on the dirty blond strands as your lips crashed together, feeling the mess of a man moan whorishly into your mouth.
The two of you rid yourselves of your clothes between kisses, moving further onto the bed. Once more, you straddled Dex, pulling him back into a sloppy exchange of saliva. His hands ran up your thighs, one resting on your hip, and the other reaching for your heat.
The wetness between your legs coated his fingers as he teased your entrance and rubbed circles into your clit. Dex’s lips curled into a wicked grin watching you grind into his hand, the wet sounds of his fingers in your pussy and your soft whimpers filling the room as he stretched you out.
“Fuck, Dex— more...”
It was all you could muster as he fingered you relentlessly with a delicious precision you’d never felt before. Slowly, Dex pulled his fingers out of your wet cunt, and you watched as he licked them clean, moaning at the taste. It sent ripples through your core, sparked a deep desire. You bit your lip, pulling on his scalp again.
“Spit,” you ordered, palm cupped in front of his mouth. He obeyed, gladly, and you began to stroke him with it, wetting his thick, hard cock that lay neglected between his legs. His head fell back at the contact, eyebrows knitting as you rubbed his leaking tip. He groaned, jaw clenching and swallowing hard—a heavenly sight.
You lined him up with your entrance, rubbing his length against your soaking pussy, before taking him in slowly. His eyes rolled into his head as he gripped your hips. After adjusting to the stretch, you began to move up and down on his cock, fist still curled in his locks. His exposed neck called to you, your teeth sinking down on the soft flesh, mouth sucking with the intention to mark, to claim him as yours.
As you manhandled him and bounced on his dick, Dex began to lose his composure, falling apart beneath you. His eyes were half-lidded, struggling to stay open, to watch you use him as you pleased. His mouth was open, lips curled up ever so slightly, almost drooling. The noises he made—‘oh’s and ‘ah’s between hisses and grunts—the sweetest things you’d ever heard. And when you thought he’d surrendered, that he’d had enough and was ready to spill, he reeled himself back, locking eyes with yours and placing a flattened palm against your clit before pumping up into you.
“Oh, Dex!” you screamed as he fucked you hard and steady. The bed shook, skin slapped on skin, you whined and begged. Dex was loud, grunting, you could barely catch what he was saying, so caught up in your own pleasure.
“...hmph, s- so good… fuck…”
His praise went straight to your cunt where the quickening drag of his cock pushed you further and further toward the edge. You squeezed your eyes shut and held your breath in anticipation until you felt the wave of bliss crash over you. You felt Dex follow, his hips faltering, pausing inside you to coat your walls in warm, sticky fluid—another mess to clean up later. You felt Dex follow, his hips faltering, pausing inside you in intervals to coat your walls in warm, sticky fluid—another mess to clean up later.
Spent, you caught your breath atop him, feeling your thighs begin to quiver.
The aches and pains returned once the endorphins of your excursion wore off. Dex was kind enough to show you to his shower. The two of you cleaned up, both yourselves and the sheets, which you helped him replace as you made the bed together. He’d offered to let you stay the night. You accepted. Dex asked you how you liked your eggs in the morning.
You could get used to this new addition to the routine.
Daredevil: Born Again
Dex/Bullseye x superpowered!vigilante!reader
(Part 1 is technically GN but Part 2 will be F!reader)
No smut, but includes some canon-typical violence, First kiss, Implied reader does some type of mercenary work, not specified, Reader is slightly deranged, Reader has regenerative/healing powers (full tags/read on ao3)
703 words
Summary: You get injured and Dex brings you back to his apartment to recuperate, sharing an intimate moment.
Part 2/Direct continuation: We Belong Together (NSFW) (link to series on ao3 though it'll probably stay as two parts)
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The two of you had fallen into a routine. Beat up bad guys together. That was as simple as you cared to put it. Could he be considered a bad guy? By many, yes. In fact, maybe by most. But you probably could too. At least when you put on the mask you were. And that was before the Task Force had ever labeled you as such.
Bullseye disgusted you at first. Just another madman murdering innocents, you thought. Not like you. Those people weren’t innocent. They weren’t and you could spend hours trying to justify it to yourself and to anyone who cared to listen—which he did. So in turn you listened to him. And he went on about balancing the scales. Atonement of sorts for all the wrong he’d done. It intrigued you.
Which brought you back to today.
You thought there was only one person left: the guy Dex was currently sticking an old rusty pipe through. And you were being greedy. Clutching your ribs from blows that connected a little too hard that night, you leaned against a support beam and stared, hungrily, panting, catching your breath all while taking in the sight of him. Brutal, relentless, so fucking hot. Maybe tonight you’d finally invite him to your apartment. Maybe—
Bang!
If you hadn’t been leaning on the support you’d have surely fallen.
You blink; time moves slow.
Dex retrieves the pipe from the corpse on the floor and it flies through the air, connecting with the guilty party. The blow knocks them out, smoking gun releasing from their grasp and tumbling to the floor. You finally glance down at your torso, exit wound spilling blood.
Suddenly, Dex is behind you, bracing you, helping you stand, helping you walk. You tug your mask off your mouth to help you breathe as you stumble out of the old warehouse, police sirens wailing in the distance. The rest is a blur until you’re being laid onto plush sheets—this isn’t your bed.
When you came to, your mask was completely off, but the rest of you was still clothed. Your sides and limbs felt battered and bruised. You opened your eyes to see Dex leaned against a doorframe, shirtless, still gleaming with sweat.
“About time you woke up,” he groaned through the pain, “I was starting to worry.” You could see his attempt at patching up a stab. “Your suit’s a real pain in the ass to take off, you know,” he said humorously. “I stopped trying after a while, didn’t wanna make it worse.”
He stopped at the foot of the bed, his bed, gesturing toward your bullet wound. Leaning up on your elbows, you peeled off the bandaging to raw, delicate skin beneath the hole that tore though your suit. “Thanks,” you sighed, glancing around the small, quaint apartment. Spotless except for where you had bled onto his sheets. “Oh, I’m sorry—“ you jerked, standing up too quickly. He grabbed you by the arm to steady you as you both stared at the stain.
“Don’t sweat it.” His voice was low; rough, strained. His hands ventured lower gently, falling to your waist. You turned around, eyes meeting his hazel ones, your palms resting on his chest. Your hands followed your gaze, trailing down his torso, tracing the thick muscle under your fingertips.
Gorgeous.
You were both breathing heavier than usual, soft pants filling the silence between you two. Your hands stopped at his self-patched wound. You’d healed Dex’s wounds before, but this was different, more intimate. Looking up for permission, you began peeling off the bandaging, taking a look. Your hand hovered over the hastily stitched up wound, skin closing back up.
Still recovering yourself, the extra strain made you dizzy. You swayed, gently crashing into his chest. Dex held on to you, holding you close. You felt weak, but one swipe over his lower torso put your worries at ease, at least.
All better.
“Hey, you didn’t need to do that,” he whispered into your hair, stroking it gingerly. You craned your head up, offering him a feeble smile, eyelids heavy. He ran a finger across your bottom lip before pulling you into a soft, delicate kiss.
Daredevil/Daredevil: Born Again (can be read for any other male character tbh not many descriptors but I wrote this w Dex in mind)
Dex/Bullseye x gn!reader
SFW, domestic life, cuddling, spooning (small spoon hehe), fluff (maybe?) (idk) (read on ao3)
154 words
Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night with him by your side.
Aka: A small snippet of your life together.
A/N: bruh it’s 3 am I finished this in one go not proofread I’m going back to bed after this I just couldn’t get it out of my head. There’s also a specific way I like to format my fics when I post to tumblr but I’m too tired to do it right bc I’m on my phone rn so I’ll do it in the morning idc.
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You woke up in the middle of the night. Too groggy to even open your eyes, you didn’t bother checking the time. It didn't matter anyway.
A cold draft snaked its way through your window, grazing steadily over your arm. You pulled the sheets up higher, nestling further into the bed.
At the same time, you felt the arm draped lazily over your waist come to life, pulling you closer ever so slightly. You felt his body press up against yours, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Heat radiated off of his body something nice.
Warm. Happy. Safe.
Were you smiling? You could hardly tell, the lull of sleep pulling you back under. Your hand found his, fingers feebly running over the rough skin before coming to rest atop.
Mine.
The busy sounds of the city and his soft breaths were the last thing you remembered before peacefully falling back asleep.
i was gonna rant in the tags but decided to do it here bc im annoying
i got the idea from death island (?? the one with jill idk) bc theyre all color coded lol (also why does she literally look exactly like her re3 remake self down to the whole outfit when it takes place like a million years after that idkidk it pissed me off)
i was originally gonna do re1 jill in her blue outfit (and re1 chris) but then i remembered she's blonde in re5 and bubbles is blonde so i thought it would be better also re5 chris is sooooooo fine not that that really matters bc hes very cartoony here but whatever i wanted them to match
ohhh shit now that im thinking about it i shoulda done revelations 2 claire bc her hair is a little more red
hey im back u didnt see that but i went back and tried to do it but it was too much work and i dont think i really care that much but if anyone gets inspired by this post go ahead (i would appreciate a tag id like to see)
anyway i picked REmake 2 for claire bc thats my fav re game
also: some other color coded characters that can be power puffed: leon and ada in re2/re6 (hes blue enough to be bubbles in 6 if u believe hard enough) (also u cant separate them u just cant), obvi rebecca (green), sherry (blue), piers (green) i give up
also also i know claires gun looks like shit i kind of gave up
also also also: wesker in re1 (blue and blonde cmon now), barry in re1/rev 2 (red), jill in any other game(2)(blue), etc etc
thank you for coming to my ted talk happy new year happy re9 almost idk im tired
also im working on a wesker drawing unrelated to the powerpuff drawing and also its taking forever bc i cant really draw but i wanted to let u know
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