trying to write lol

what the title says :( Well over 18.

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At Last, Your Lips

[Bullseye x reader, 18+, sexual tension and kissing but no smut, short drabble, built rapport, blood, touching, bullseye ooc?, dl;dr]

The lights from the buildings outside hit your curtains, casting shadows that danced around like a ghost listening to some sort of bop.

You saw his massive form on the fire escape from the corner of your eye. It was hard not to, with his 6 feet of height and muscular build. Dex made his way through your window wincing. A giant gash on his arm was leaking onto your floor and who knows what other injuries the suit was hiding.

It was like this a few nights a week. He would come to you around midnight leaking blood from God knows where. He'd give you that look and say "sorry babe" with a slight grin. It also didn't help that you got to see his shirt off most of the time. Not like you looked forward to that at all. And not like he would burn holes into you with his eyes, watching your small hands and soft lips the whole time. He was intense, but you knew he wouldn't hurt you. He didn't have a reason to.

You knew you should have never helped the first time. He would keep coming back. Even after you made him stop looking at you to watch how to do stitches, he would keep coming back claiming he would mess it up himself. It became less awkward once you two formed a rapport, but you still didn't like feeling like potential prey.

Sitting on the couch next to Dex, you started cleaning up the blood that was surrounding the cut on his upper arm. The stitches you made were already done, and you just wanted to clean up the area. He didn't have to take his under shirt off, but he did anyway so he could see you a little flustered. You tried your best to focus on cleaning him up instead of his abs... or biceps....those strong forearms... thick shoulders.

The focusing clearly wasn't working.

Oh, and Dex noticed. Because naturally you were the most beautiful and caring person in the world to him and he had never experienced some one so kind and nice to look at who also helped him. Plus your occasional need to be a smart ass. Everyone just used him, he was nothing but a tool to anyone. But not to you. He saw the care in your eyes from a million miles away.

Well, the care in your eyes...your puffy lips he wanted to kiss....your thick thighs and hips he wanted on top of him.

Yeah, he was down bad. And he knew you liked him too by the way you stared.

Finishing up with the blood running down his arm, you looked at him. He was making that stupid lopsided smile at you.

"What Dex?" you said semi irriated with him for always staring. "You're just such a great nurse hun" he said, purposely to get a reaction out of you.

"I'm not a nurse Dex. Just took a few first aid and survival classes is all" you rolled your eyes. "Can I finish this episode of my show now?" reaching over, you went for the remote but Dex caught your hand.

"You think I could watch an episode with you?" he said with that smirk you hated (loved). You sat back on the couch and nodded. What could possibly happen?

That is how you and Dex ended up on the couch; his arm kept moving, just itching to go around you. The other hand was playing with one of the strings on your pj shorts. Every once in a while his fingers would brush your thigh and you would get goosebumps. Your peripheral vision told you he wasn't watching the show, he was mostly watching you. Those lips were dangerously close to your neck and you could feel a little of his breath hitting you.

You looked up at him, his face just inches from yours while he looked down at your lips. Looking down at his, you gave him an unspoken permission.

He dove into you, lips crashing hard but not bruising. It was a sweet and standard kiss- which neither of you were. Moving back, your hand moved to his jaw and you pulled him back to you. The kiss intensified and you felt his arms snake around you, trying to pull your body on top of his.

You couldn't help yourself. He was so warm and big and inviting. It took a quick second to land on his lap, both of your knees on either side of him, and you two met again for an even deeper kiss. His mouth moved down to your jaw, and your hand went to the back of his head lightly pulling at his hair.

A deep groan came out of Dex and he moved down to your neck, slightly biting down to claim you as his own. This was highly unexpected, and you didn't know what to do with all that. You don't know why but you expected a few kisses, not for things to get this heated. Apparently he really liked to be manhandled according to his pants.

"Baby......" he said, almost a warning. "Don't wanna make you uncomfortable".

You looked at him, suprised he would be worried about that. You pressed a short kiss to his lips and put your head on his shoulder. He then knew you weren't uncomfortable, but not necessarily ready for anything else.

Smiling at him, you ran your hand through his hair while the other layed flat on his broad chest. "So you're not worried about your sliced up body making me uncomfortable?" your laugh cut off your sentence.

"Why would it make a nurse uncomfortable?" Dex grinned, trying to piss you off.

"Dex!!!!!!!" You smiled at him while hitting him over the head with a pillow.

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I'd Love to See Me from Your Point of View

[Bullseye x reader, 18+, maybe a little suggestive but no smut, short drabble, bullseye ooc?, dl;dr]

You were mesmerizing to him.

When Dex would lay beside you in the early morning, he always took a few extra mins to make sure you were real. He would touch the curve of your hip and feel your warmth. Pull you to his chest and feel your heart beat. Listen to your soft sighs as he hoped you dreamt about him.

He couldn't even begin to understand why you would want him, or even want him around. He knew he didn't deserve love or care. Happiness and trust. He was a murderer after all. He would often day dream about you while you were at work. What you were wearing that day, how you would smile at other people, how coworkers would follow you with their eyes when you walked away.

He loved the eucalyptus mint body wash you would use and how you would come out of the shower and have that silk bathrobe on. How soft your body felt against him, the way you would look at him with your skin still damp. Your hair dripping onto your shoulders.

Dex would try not to get distracted during assignments, and would finish them quicker to get back to you as fast as possible. At the end of the day he was always thinking of you. How brave you were, your work ethic, how you seemed to solve every problem almost instantaneously... He loved knowing you would be waiting up for him. He liked you wanting and needing.

He couldn't comprehend your beauty, even while your tears would fall down your long eyelashes. You were just stunning, and sometimes Dex would stare for a little too long. He loved your plush lips, your amber skin, and your strong legs. He couldn't get enough. Just perfect to him. No changes were ever needed. He didn't understand how you could find anything to dislike about yourself, although you did. So when you had those particularly hard moments with yourself, he made sure to be there and listen even though he didn't get it. Looking back at the first time he saw you, he knew you both were meant to be together. He made sure that happened.

If only you could see yourself in his point of view.

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Hole in Two

[Bullseye x female reader][MDNI, vile smut, bullseye out of context, sexual themes, anal, squirting, smut, porn w/o plot, my dirtiest yet sorry]

You know what you wanted tonight. And he said he was gonna do it. At least he better and not chicken out like last time.

It was a little bit more than chickening out though. He was afraid of hurting you. That pipe in his pants was not exactly small and he didn't want to tear anything or cause any unnecessary pain. He promised only would cause his girl pleasure.

So the last time he was fucking you, you got really close to him and whispered in his ear. "Want it in my other hole baby" and clamped down on him at just the thought of it.

He nutted inside then and there. He couldn't help himself. The thought of you wanting him to defile you like that.... he couldn't believe you wanted that. And of course he would do it, he would do anything to make his girl happy.

Dex made sure he got the right lube and a few plugs to help you to ease into your first anal experience. He wanted it to sort of be a suprise, so that night he told you to put on your favorite lingerie and blindfolded you. He led you into the room, and you used your senses to know what was going on around you. You smelled candles, heard light and sensual jazz music playing. Your legs bumped into the foot of the bed and that is when he took the mask off that was covering your eyes.

Put out on the bed was a big towel, a butt plug and a bottle of lube.

He kissed your neck from behind and smiled "Suprise baby". You couldn't believe your eyes. Dex had actually taken your request seriously unlike your past partners and set up everything needed. You turned around and jumped into his arms, kissing him and feeling ecstatic.

He walked you backwards onto the bed and layed you down still kissing you. He knew you still always wanted his big fingers inside you no matter what, so he started teasing your pussy with a few fingers while his pinky grazed over your lower hole. Both of your holes were full of his fingers now, and you moaned hot in his mouth as you pushed your hips to meet him.

You felt him roll to the side and move to the front of the bed, pulling your hand to sit in front of him with your back against his chest. Dex was harder than ever before, knowing what he was going to do to you tonight; you could feel him thrusting against your lower back. Suddently his two legs went in between yours and opened them, and cool air immidiately hit your wet holes. Dex grabbed the plug and lube that was on the bed but was still able to rub your clit with his other hand while you moaned out his name.

Dex wanted to make sure he wouldn't hurt you, so he put as much lube as possible on the plug. Your heart rate picked up; you had never tried a plug before and the thought was turning you on out of your mind. Dex started rubbing your clit gently, just enough to keep you turned on while the tip of the plug began to enter your butt.

"Fuck Dexy" you moaned and grasped his thigh. Your pussy began to quiver from the feeling which in turn made you clench around the plug.

"Try to relax baby" his deep voice said into your ear.

You were getting hot. "Feels too good babe" you responded, pushing against his finger and the plug.

"Almost in hun" Dex said against your ear until you felt a pop! and the plug was all the way in.

"Oh Dex....." you were drooling at the fullness and almost screamed when he began to work the plug slowly in and our of your hole. You were soon panting and already approaching your first orgasm of the night due to the scratching and pressure on your clit from his moving fingers.

Then, he stopped.

"Dex!!!" Obviously you were pissed, nearly seconds from approaching your orgasm and you could almost see the smirk on his face even though he was behind you.

Once the feeling passed, he slowly pulled the plug out. You felt him pull down his briefs and his dick was moving between your cheeks. You couldn't believe this was about to happen. You always wanted to try anal, but none of your past partners felt like the right person. You grabbed the lube for Dex and he dragged you from in front of his pelvis to right on top of it. His dick was right in front of you, so you poured as much lube as possible to coat the big thing. You were a little nervous. What if it didn't fit? He wasn't exactly small. What if you started bleeding?

Your thoughts disappeared immediately when you heard Dex's moans from you running your hands up and down his shaft.

"Fuck babe, I'll be slow I promise" Dex practically whimpered out. You felt his tip near where your holes were. Slowly, he started rubbing the head up and down both of your holes. It didn't matter what he did in bed, it always felt amazing. He brought the head to your bottom hole, and slowly started to ease his dick into it. The head popped inside and you both gasped. It was so much tighter than he could imagine: he knew he wouldn't last long.

Rubbing your clit, he tortuously worked his dick in and out of your whole until you swallowed most of his shaft. Gasping for air, you layed your head back on his shoulder and moaned his name. You couldn't believe how good this felt. With you on his pelvis and his back against the headboard, he carefully thrusted in and out of you. Since your back was against his chest and your legs were spread, he had easy access to your clit and pussy.

He couldn't let that go to waste.

So Dex dipped a finger in your pussy and started rubbing and rubbing until your head fell back on his shoulder. He felt you pulsing around him, nearing your orgasm, but there was one more thing he wanted you to do. Being so skilled, his other hand's fingers started to dip into your pussy all while he was still fucking your other hole and rubbing your clit.

The sensation was amazing, no overwhelming, no both. You were so full, fuller than you've ever been before and you wouldn't last much longer with him now fingering your g spot. You felt a rush of warm down there and felt like you were going to release. Suddently, a liquid started to come out of you and all over the towel.

His mouth went up to your ear, "Fuck baby, you squirting all over me?". You felt his fingers leave your pussy and heard him sucking on them. Jesus. You couldn't believe the man made you squirt; but before you could come all the way down from your high, you felt another tingling down below. The movement on your clit was about to erupt something inside you, so you put your fingers back inside yourself and let the warmth wash over you.

And it was the best orgasm you've ever had. You were crying out, squeezing on Dex's dick and your fingers, and then you carefully fell backwards onto the bed with him. Trembling, he pulled you to his chest and you felt his cum dripping out of you.

"Was that good baby?" Dex whispered in the dark while kissing your temple. You could only moan an answer and he chuckled, knowing he got the job done right.

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how i sleep knowing i write shitty fiction but at least don’t use chatgpt

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Please tell me if I’m being rude or dumb! But is Camping Fun pt 2 complete? If yes can you explain the arrows to me please 🙏🏻 thanks love your writing though 😊

You're not being rude or dumb :)

I think it is complete......for now. I may or may not come back to it tbh. It was more of a one shot thing that turned into a two shot because I love some angst. I do have 4-5 ideas for Dex that I am working on, anywhere from filthy smut to angst. I just loveeeeee Dex.

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Camping Fun pt 2

Quick Shane Maguire continuation:) [Shane Maguire x reader, MDNI] [TW: sexual themes, angst, slight age gap, a little bit of spice but mostly angst, I'm bad at proof reading] [Tagged for bullseye due to Wilson Bethel playing both characters]

You hadn't seen Shane in almost a month and a half. You recalled how things became awkward towards the end of your last meet up.... did you offend him in some way? How could that be possible when he clearly stated what he wanted from the beginning? You both made your intentions clear.

It continued to bother you for a few days, so you decided to message him.

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Both panting, Shane fell onto you after finishing deep inside you.

Every once in a while you would catch the way he was looking at you while you two were going at it. Almost lost in admiration. When you would make eye contact he would quickly look away, and slight blush forming on his cheeks. Or was the flushing from him fucking you? Were you losing it?

He moved his body to lay next to you, facing you, and brushed a few stray hairs off of your face. Looking at him through your eyelashes, you checked out those huge biceps. Veins ran like rivers across them, which lead to that thick and heavy chest. Light grayish, blonde hairs were dusted across almost inviting you to lay your head there.

But no, he didn't want that. At least that's what he told you.

"You checking me out?" Shane caught you staring and showed off his signature smirk. You were embarrassed but tried not to make a big deal about it.

"What? I can't steal a glance here and there?" You joked back, trying to hide your true feelings. Why couldn't he just give up the lone wolf life? You two got along so well, emotionally and physically; Others would have to get over it if you chose to be together. With both of your attitudes, most would be smart enought to mind their own buisness.

"You can check me out whenever you'd like sweetheart" he said and quickly kissed your forehead. Wait, what?

You looked at him confused, "Sweetheart??.... what is your deal Shane?". Immidiately you saw him gulp. If he had feelings for you like you thought, he was doing a terrible job at hiding them. This needed to come out in the open and you had enough- but he just looked at you with those big hazel eyes and said nothing. "What is going on with you?" you continued, "You've been acting weird since we last saw each other, you haven't talked to me in over a month, and now you're giving me kisses??".

Shane didn't want to admit it, but you mesmerized him. The way you stood up to him, the way you gripped him, the way you would sass him, the way you would make him think of you in the middle of the night. He thought this type of thing was only in the past for him, he wasn't exactly looking to be tied down but wouldn't have minded if it was you. You just got him.

Shane looked at you. "Babe..." he started and you gave him another look. He probably shouldn't have used that word, it was just making things worse. "I'm not the kind of guy you want to be with".

"Then why are you acting like you are?" you half shouted at him.

He paused, and you could almost feel his heart hammering in his chest. Suddently, he was on you kissing you with so much passion. Not only passion, but something deeper. You could feel his emotions pouring out of you, as if they were kept behind a dam that finally broke.

"Don't wanna hurt you" Shane gasped between kisses, "You're too good for me". You held his face in your hands. You knew something was up this whole time. "Want you to be mine babe" the words seemed to flow out of his mouth, "but people might feel like it's not right".

"I can handle it myself Shane" you said into his hair, he had put his head on your shoulder. "I just don't want to miss out on something that could be really good because we're both afraid". He pulled you into his arms and placed you on his chest. "Well if we have to face it, I wanna face it with you babe" he quietly said while stroking your back.

The sun was setting now; you both were cozied up in a blanket in your shared tent.

"I think this means we don't have to fuck in the tent anymore" you said laughing.

He chuckled, "Aw, you don't love it?".

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I really wanna see some dex × reader anal...... maybe I'll just write some filthy, nasty nonsense myself 😈

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Have I just found a Shane Maguire writer? Is this heaven? 🥹🤩

Im trying! Im about halfway through a pt 2 to my Shane fic 😁 I wish Wilson had more scenes in the show so I would have more ideas lol

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Whoo! There isn’t enough Shane Maguire one-shots around — 🌸

Agreed and Wilson Bethel with blood on him looking rugged......ugh 😩😩😩

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hello quick question are you still writing for Shane Maguire? Would love a part 2 of Camping Fun where he admits he wants more than casual hookups. Also enjoying your work!

omg thank you so much! Atp I'm writing a few bullseye things but I can for sure work in a pt 2 to camping fun :D

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Fine, I'll do it Myself

[bullseye x female reader, MDNI] [TW: sexual themes, smut, ooc bullseye, masturbation, semi-established relationship, barely proof read, graphic oral sex, MDNI]

As you sit in your bed you start to wonder, when would you see him again?It's been a few days and Dex, aka bullseye, hasn't been at your window and you started to think of the worst.

You knew what he did for income, which meant something very bad might have actually happened to him.You started to think of the last time he was gone for a few days and remember how he stumbled through your window, covered in bruises with his lips and nose bleeding. God he looked good like that... but before you could kiss him you had to clean the blood off. He obviously found you attractive, but he liked you because you wouldn't ask questions and always took care of his injuries.

You knew he had watched you for a while from another building before you two officially met; it took him a little while to finally knock on your window near the fire escape after a few months. He had never seen someone so effortlessly pretty, he just had to get closer. He didn't want to scare you though; he had never gotten further than a few dates with people back in his FBI days and didn't exactly know how to approach people which is why he settled for watching. After a few weeks of getting to know and understand him, you finally started to let him in your apartment. You weren't fully stupid...well maybe a little. You liked a little thrill though....You two had never done anything but kiss or cuddle, and you didn't know if he would even want to do anything past that. But damn, did you think about it. Those giant arms, broad shoulders and chest, muscles everywhere.... Who are you kidding? He had to want you, unless his pants would naturally tent when holding you from behind some times.

Well, if he wasn't going to visit you tonight it would be best to take care of the itch yourself. You made yourself comfortable on the bed, your pink vibrator next to you, thoughts immediately going to Dex and that massive body. You pictured what he would do once you straddled his hips and ground down against him. Would he be gentle and lightly kiss your neck? Would he take control and grind back up into you while pulling your hair? You didn't know or care, as long as he did one or the other.

With that thought, you turned your vibrator on and slowly moved it up and down your slit. You pulled your left breast out with the other hand and started to tug on the pebbled nipple wishing it was Dex instead. You knew he was big, you could tell from the times he got hard while cuddling. Just imagining how good he would feel...... 

While you were lost in your fantasy, you didn't notice your living room window slide open a little more than it was cracked. At this point you were moaning, occasionally saying Dex's name, working the vibrator to match your hips moving. Your eyes shot open when you heard a soft chuckle next to you, quickly covering yourself with a blanket. "Dex??" you gasped surprised.

"I thought something happened to you" you said while still holding the blanket up. You could tell he was amused, his usual smirk made him even more handsome than normal.

"You don't seem too worried about it at the moment" he said while looking at you. 

"Well... I mean....." you were at a loss for words. He had just caught you literally masturbating to him and moaning his name.

"Well what, pretty girl?" his hand moved to your cheek and then down your neck.

"Sometimes you have to take care of things yourself, you know?" you whispered while looking at him from under your lashes. You continued, "and...and".

"And, and, and..." he playfully mocked you while leaning down to your level on the bed and covering your mouth with a deep kiss. You finished your thought- "and I didn't know if you would want to go any further with me." while looking down, embarrassed. You felt the bed dip as his knee went between your legs. He grabbed the blanket off of you and you gasped. Looking at your pink vibrator, Dex laughed. "You won't need this anymore sweetheart" he grinned while throwing it across the room (naturally it landed back in your open drawer).

He began to kiss you down your neck, to your stomach, to your slit. Running your hands through his hair, you couldn't believe this was happening. You had wanted him for so long, and you were quickly pulled out of your thoughts when you felt his tongue lick a long stripe all the way up your pussy. Dex looked up at you smirking, and then gently began to suck on the bundle of nerves that needed to be touched so dearly.

You couldn't stop yourself; you had begun to grind lightly against his face. Your hands reached out and found his; you were squeezing so hard from the pleasure and gasping his name. As if hearing your thoughts, he slid his pointer and middle finger into you and began to curl them up. Well damn, he certainly had been thinking of this for a while if he was already trying to make you come. He let go of your hand and rested it on your belly, lips leaving your clit for a second. "You don't know how long I've wanted to taste you sweet heart" he whispered while slowly grinding his pelvis into the bed and leaning back down to your heat.

Before you knew what was happening, you felt yourself flip over and pushed up onto your hands and knees. There you were, spread out for him and glistening. He pushed your upper torso onto your elbows and your ass stuck up in the air.

"God damn baby" Dex couldn't believe his luck; this whole time you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. He positioned himself behind you and leaned down. "Gotta finish my meal" he grinned, somehow looking even hotter. Maybe it was because he looked a little psychotic? You felt the cold air get replaced with his hot breath as he hovered near your slit. A shiver ran up your spine. You felt a long lick go from the front of your pussy to the very back. "Oh my god Dex!" you screamed out, never having someone eat you out like this before. His tongue moved in and out of your pussy, practically fucking you with it. You lightly matched his pace, and pushed back against his tongue entering in and out. This wasn't enough for him though, he wanted you to suffocate him. You hadn't even heard him move when suddenly he pulled you down onto his face. You had never rode anyone's face before and oh.... this was nice. With his arms like chains holding your thick thighs against his face, he felt your hand trying to reach around to give him some pleasure.

"This is about you sweetheart." his muffled voice came from below you.

You groaned; not only did this man want to please you, but he didn't expect anything in return at the moment. While his tongue and lips worked his magic on your clit, you felt his fingers enter you from below. You weren't going to last much longer with his fingers curling inside you.

"Dex...I'm gonna...." you panted, one of your hands in his hair and the other pulling your own nipple.

"That's okay baby, let it out. Wanna taste you." he growled.

The crash of your orgasm hit you like a train. All of the air was taken out of your lungs and you fell on top of him gasping.

"Well now that we're on the same page..." he laughed and put you on his chest. You looked at him and rolled you eyes, "We can stay on the same page if you don't go missing for days".

"Won't happen again".

You could get used to this.

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Just a Touch

[MDNI, nudity, bullseye out of context, touching, barely proof read, violence] [not my gif idk the owner]

Only you could touch him like this.

Others just touched him to hurt him.

You stood in front of him, his shirt off after a shower. Your left hand grazed the side of his rib cage and moved to his abs. They were so big that they jutted out of his stomach. You loved that you could see them under his shirt sometimes. Your right hand went to his pec, another strong muscle, and you gently ran your nails down it.

Dex really took care of himself. At first he would work out just to stay in shape and be strong enough to win in a fight but after how much he noticed you staring, he kept up his work outs for you.

Your left hand moved up to feel his massive shoulder, giving him a slight massage. He watched you as your hand moved lower over his bulging biceps and then lower to those huge hands. Hands that were normally used to hurt and kill were only used for pleasure on you. His fingers moved to intertwine with yours, bringing them up to his mouth and placing kisses on your fingers.

"You promise you'll be careful tonight?" you asked while looking at him from under your lashes. Dex continued to kiss each of your fingers and smiled down at you.

"Always, I'm always careful for you" he said leaving a kiss on your forhead.

Most of the time Dex would only come home with a few deep cuts and some bruises but he was always taking a chance. Every time a punch would make his head buzz he would fill with rage, sometimes blacking out while brutally killing everyone around him. It would sometimes get to him especially knowing you would be upset when he came home with fresh bruises. But he knew only one person could touch him to make him feel good, and that person was you.

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Not His North Star

[MDNI, mild smut, bullseye out of context, sexual themes, angst?]

Short little drabble.....

You both were probably not good for each other.

You knew he needed to have someone in his life that would help him make good decisions. Work with him to make sure he was alright. Guide him to solve internal problems.

The only thing internal right now was him.

You loved when he'd come home stressed from a job because you would let him take it out on you in the bedroom. The headboard would hit the wall, he would pull your hair, smack your ass. You loved every minute of it. You liked how alive it made you feel. Loved how he hit every sensitive spot inside you and used his fingers to make you come every time.

You didn't exactly discourage his way of life. For one, you liked how he would usually come home needing you so badly. You also didn't really care that much about what he did for a "living", neither encouraging it or discouraging it. It was money and you two were able to share an apartment because of it.

With his fingers moving, you were going to come on his cock again. Relentlessly pushing in and out of you, the friction was too much and you felt yourself tipping over the edge.

"More more more dex more" you screamed as you pushed back onto his thick length. He grabbed even tighter on to your hip as he drove himself inside you. You felt his hand leave your clit and you almost started to protest until you felt him put his arms around your torso to put your back against his chest.

Still rutting inside you, he began to kiss your neck. "My sweet girl, my good girl" he would say as your climax approached.

Every time you two would have sex, an ounce of guilt would creep into your mind. Is there someone better, someone who Dex would want more to help him get back on his old path of turning in criminals instead of being one?

It was far too late for that. He couldn't go back to the FBI or military due to his record and if he came out of hiding, he would immediately be arrested and sent back to prison. But you knew a side of him that the world didn't. A longing to be understood. A sweet boyfriend that would do anything to protect you- even if it meant ending a few lives. His toned, muscular body held you all night and every night reminding you he would do anything to keep you safe. He had even told you he loved you after a few months of seeing each other (after he broke into your old place and killed your ex boyfriend).

And the truth was you liked him like this. He was ferral, he was able to be himself and he always made you feel good. He liked you because you let him be himself and he was too far gone to turn back now. You loved him for who he was, not who he would pretend to be.

As you two sat and watched a movie together, he seemed a little stiff. Knowing something was bothering him, you looked up at him into his eyes. You two often spoke in looks, so he kissed your forhead trying to make things seem alright. You gave him a knowing look and he chuckled. "I'm alright babe" he gently spoke into the warm air. "Sometimes I just don't get why you want me" he looked out the window while saying. "I don't always need a reason, that's why I know it's real" you say while running your hands across the long scar on his cheek.

You felt something change in the air. He looked at you and suddently he was fully on top of you, him grabbing your face while kissing you as hard as you ever felt. An electric-like bolt went between both of you as he gently held you and put his forehead against yours.

It was too late for you or him, or even anyone. You two would be inseparable.

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Wanting a Weirdo

[bullseye x reader, MDNI] [After events of Daredevil: Born Again] [TW: violence, blood, sexual themes, kissing, ooc bullseye, cussing, MDNI]

It was 9:30pm. You unlocked your door with a huff and set your stuff down on the table. You couldn't wait to take a shower and lay on the couch after the pointless date you had just had.He wasn't your type, a 30 something finance dude with blue eyes. Not your thing at all and he had the personality to match. He loved talking about himself, didn't ask you a single question and kept talking about his past relationships. He kept trying to hug, well grope, you and had way too much cologne on. Ew. The entire time you wished you could be at home so after a drink you decided to call it a night, planning to never see him again. You definitely knew when you wanted to see a man again, and the only one you hoped to see after your shower was Dex.

Sometimes you'd let him lay low in your apartment after what he called "assignments", but you never knew when he was going to come through your window late at night. You knew who he was and what he had done, but your compassion often took over and you felt bad for all the manipulation he had been through. Plus he was cute so that helped.... As you came out of the bathroom with your pj set on, you yelped as you saw Dex sitting on your couch. He looked your way and chuckled, looking you over. "Well look who's finally out of the shower" he grinned as you rolled you eyes ar his remark. You may have taken some extra time in the shower to breathe in the steam and try to wash the bad date away. You walked over to the couch and sat next to him with a huff. He looked at you and laughed, "Another bad date for you, huh sweetheart?". You gave him a knowing glance and he continued.

"Why do you keep going out with these losers anyway?" he said looking a little concerned since you weren't even cracking a smile. You thought about it....was it a need for love? Affection? A need to be needed? Hormones? Probably all of the above to be honest. Lost in thought, you felt Dex reach over and touch your arm. "Hey... you're too good for all these weirdos out there, remember? I've told you this before." he gently told you as you looked down at your knees. You got really quiet and after a few moments Dex looked over at you. There were a few tears running down your cheeks and your lips began to pout a little. When and if he ever saw you cry you never wanted a hug or anything, but he almost gasped when he felt you jump on his lap and put your arms around him, full on crying. He didn't mind, but he never expected you to do it, so he gently put his arms around you and ran them down your back as you cried into his neck.

Suddently a ton of thoughts came racing out of your mouth... "I hate dating" "I'm going to die alone" "Nothing works out for me" you said into his collarbone. You felt his hand on your chin. "Hey" Dex said as he made you look at him. "Anyone would be lucky to have you, you know that" he quietly said, stealing a glance at your lips. He was so handsome, so strong and tall...... but capable of things you didn't even know were possible. "When he put his arms around me, I wished they were yours" your mouth worked faster than your mind. You heard his breath hitch and you both looked at each other.... a long pause happened and you felt mortified. He couldn't feel the same way right? You didn't even know what you were feeling to be honest. He was a dangerous man, but you had grown attracted to him over time. How could you not? A jawline that was cut by the gods. Lean but strong, tall, always knew what to say. 

Something had shifted in his eyes once you said that, and his breath was a little quicker while his gaze went down to your lips. You always knew what you wanted, and you always got what you wanted too. Looking at his lips, you closed in and pressed your lips onto his. The kiss was sweet at first, his hands gently resting on your waist. You soon deepened the kiss and heard a low growl in his throat. Your hands ran up and down his biceps; he was a solid, big and strong man, it was driving you crazy.Breathless and between kisses, you heard him ever so quiet. "I'm not good at this babe...... I'm not good for you...." but he kept kissing your neck, his hands going lower and resting on your butt. You ran your hands through his hair and started to grind onto him. Sighing, you whispered to him "what if I don't want good?" and grabbed his face to kiss him again. 

You felt dex pull you to him while he layed you across the couch. Getting on top of you, the kiss began to get intense. He locked eyes with you, out of breath."I told you that you were too good for those weirdos. So what are you doing here with me?" he grinned at you. You gave him a little peck on the lips. "I guess none of them were weird enough for me" you rolled your eyes while giggling. Dex brushed the hair out of your eyes and his gaze became soft. He felt you shiver under him and he grabbed a blanket off the couch, wrapping it around you both. Guess it was time to get off of those dating apps.

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The Star the Furthest North pt 4

[bullseye x reader, MDNI] [After events of Daredevil: Born Again] [TW: violence, blood, sexual themes, bullseye OOC, eventual smut, stalking, obsession, cussing, MDNI] [heavy smut below]

You awoke in a light sweat. The man in your living room caused you to have odd dreams. You got up and put a fuzzy robe on. You slowly opened the bedroom door and peeked out. The masked man wasn't there, but your shirt was perfectly folded on the couch along with the blanket. And what was that smell? Coffee? He had made you coffee which was sitting fresh in your pot.

Unbelievable. 

Thinking back to your strange dreams, you thought about one in particular. You had been laying on your side and heard your door open. The man in your apartment somehow unlocked your bedroom door and you saw his face peaking in. You kept your eyes shut just enought to see out of them. You tried to keep your breathing normal so he couldn't tell you saw him. He closed the door as quickly as opening it.

Something told you it wasn't a dream.

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A few days had gone by and temperatures started to rise, the last tease of fall before a brutal winter. You were happy it was a little warmer at night so the masked man didn't attempt to come in again. Not that you would let him, right? You had been spending time researching the man and he was exactly who you thought he was. The worst part was that you could tell he had been through too much. You weren't giving him an excuse as to killing civilian, you were trying to understand him from a psychological point of view. He had experienced a traumatic event when young which can lead to a load of mental health issues. He had kept on a good path until he was manipulated by Fisk and seemed screwed after that. Dex craved that light he could follow, that person who would give him direction in the dark. Were you that person to him?

Some days you would look out your window and he would be sitting on the fire escape, staring into the night. You would make a little extra of whatever food you made and hand it to him if he was there. He always ate every crumb. You would make decaf and drink it on the fire escape with him. He seemed like a completely normal guy despite everything you knew. He had a cute smirk that you began to enjoy looking at and made him try any new recipes you made. You both had gotten to know each other pretty well, and you knew he would keep watch of you if you had a late walk home. You knew each other now on a first name basis and began to trust each other. You had hoped it wouldn't come back to bite you.

It started to get colder at night again, getting down to high 30s. You lived in an old apartment building and it could be pretty drafty.

You heard a loud noise outside and, of course, all the power went out in your area of the neighborhood. "Fuck" you said. Someone must have hit a powerline outside. You heard a tap on your window. "You okay (y/n)?" Dex looked in concerned. You went to the window and popped your head out. "I'm okay, but looks like our power is out. On the coldest day this month naturally." you roll your eyes. You look at him. It's going to get really cold tonight and he was a man. Men made great body heat, you knew what you had to do. "Do you want to come inside?" you ask, not meaning to pressure him. It was up to him- You both could use the body heat though.

You and Dex were cuddled close on the couch. It was freezing without the heat and the temperature was scheduled to be about 40 degrees tonight. The summers were boiling here and the winters would freeze your pipes. You both had every blanket in the house wrapped around you and the only light came from the many candles Dex had lit. You were intolerant to extreme temperatures so your body naturally started shivering, teeth chattering. Dex had felt it right away and put his arms around you under the blankets. You craved the heat his massive body gave off, and were happy you had chub on you so you didn't feel any worse. Your head instinctively rested in the crook of his neck and you could tell he moved to look down at you. "You warm enough pretty girl?" his voice called out in the dark. Thankfully it was dark enough that he couldn't see you blush. You looked down, still a little flushed, but felt his hand lift your chin up to face him. You didn't know when it started but your stomach was doing somersaults. He was definitely attractive. Possibly crazy but also attractive which was starting to matter more than the crazy. You realize you never answered but feel his face get closer to yours. "Do you need to get warmer?" he asked as his lips grazed yours.

Oh no.

Both of your lips crashed together; the kiss is intense with his hand holding your face. Your hands run though his hair and move to his jawline and neck. Your body was soon to betray you as you straddled his thighs, moving your hands down his neck to his biceps. When did he have time to work out, where did he even live? These questions zipped in and out of your mind as you felt his hands move down your body and rest on your hips. As soon as you felt them there you grabbed his hair and kissed him more intensely. Reaching behind you, you grabbed his hands and pushed them further down so they rested on your ass. It had been a long time since you had some action, probably over a year or so and you needed more. You started kissing his neck and you felt his hands knead into you- and damn it felt good to finally be touched again. Your hands found their way under his shirt and you took your time feeling every muscle. You moved to his back and his breath hitched a little. A long scar went all the way down his spine, or at least as far as you could tell. He stopped kissing your neck and you looked at him. 

"What is this from?" you asked him, lips pressing to his cheek. He doesn't answer for a good 30 seconds. "I almost died and cutting me open was the only way I could live" he sadly stated. You didn't want to pity him, but it seems he had been the product of misfortune after misfortune. You had looked up everything you could find about him and knew that. He tried to be good, tried so hard and didn't deserve the things he experienced. "Oh Dex" you say to him and grab his face. The kiss continued into more and you knew neither of you were going to stop it. 

You readjusted yourself on top of him heard him make a quiet groan. He looked up at you, almost warning you. The friction had made the spark between you both turn into a full blown blaze of fire. You pulled your sleep pants off and your top; the cool air making you shiver. You were trying to unbutton his pants when he stopped your hands. He gave you another look of warning. "Are you sure you want this sweet heart?" he asked and you practically melted at him calling you that. You were always a good girl and were tired of being so scared, so careful. There was a hot guy on your couch who equally wanted you due to the dead giveaway in his pants. With his lips parted and pupils blown he began trailing kisses down your neck getting to your chest. You continued your attempt at his pants button, helping him slide them off. You could see the tip of his cock poking out of the top of his briefs. You slid down the couch until you were on your knees on the cold floor. You took him out of his briefs and moved your hand up and down, looking him dead in the eyes as you took the head into your mouth. His head fell back and a loud groan left his lips. "Fuck babe" he whispered as you took as much as you could down your throat and pulled out with a 'pop'. He was thick but not overly long, and you knew that thickness was going to feel good. Panting, he took your jaw in his hand and gently pulled you off his dick. "Let's save this for another time baby" he said while pulling you back up to straddle him. 

He knew those fingers had perfect precision, and you felt them pressing into the most needing spot outside your underwear. You guided them under the fabric and felt him slip a finger inside you. Moaning, your head tipped backwards in pleasure. Your moaning got louder as he added another finger and started hitting your g spot. You didn't realize it but you were grinding onto his hand. "That good baby?" he smirked up at you, knowing he was giving you intense pleasure. He never missed a target, no matter what. You answered him by grabbing his face and kissing him, while pulling off your underwear. He looked up at you to make sure you didn't have any regret in your eyes, but your wetness answered the question. Grinding against him, you didn't think you would need any lube as you were already beyond turned on. You felt him look at you as he rubbed his length up and down your opening. Noticing him looking at you, you gave him a nod and he pulled you down onto him. You didn't expect yourself to be so filled and audibly gasped. "You alright baby?" he said while looking up at you with a grin. That little shit knew he was above average and was going to milk it. You almost felt a ting of regret until he started thrusting up into you. His pace was fast, but not in a rushed way; it just felt too good for him to stop. Grinding into each other, you put your forhead on his shoulder and gently kissed his neck. His movement became quicker, and you felt him move you under him. You lost track of time as he ended up carrying you to the bed which you both made very comfortable.

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You woke up the next morning in your bed, with a warm body holding onto you from behind.

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Camping Fun

Quick Shane Maguire Writing (I'm working on finishing pt 3 of The Star the Furthest North)

[Shane Maguire x reader, MDNI] [TW: sexual themes, smut, cussing, slight age gap, unprotected p in v sex] [HEAVY SMUT BELOW!] [I didn't watch the show yet but I love Wilson Bethel]

You were doing some "camping" you had both told your friends and family, as they wouldn't see either of you for a few days. Truth be told, you wanted to have a few days where you could fuck each other's brains out with out being disturbed.Nobody knew you and Shane had this going on, and your age difference would have pissed a few people off. You were in your late twenties, him in his early forties which honestly could have been worse. However, Kyle Turner happened to be your uncle; him and Shane did not get along. So you both hid your lust for each other, sneaking around which was honestly hotter than a regular relationship.

You were currently in your shared tent, with some soft music playing. Your last session a few hours ago was probably loud enough to scare any animals away, but you always wanted more from him. You were in between his legs facing forward with only your bra and underwear on; he was slowly tracing up up and down your pussy with his finger while his lips kissed your neck. His other hand was grabbing your breast and pretty much any area of your body he could touch. It had been a few weeks since you has seen Shane and you both seemed to be touch starved. Your hands trailed over his arms, pretty veins popped out due to his muscular body and you made sure he knew you liked them. His hands slipped into your underwear and a finger made it's way to your entrance. 

"Shane, please, more" you panted as your felt your body getting hot. You were pressed against him, and his abs were flexing as his pushed his dick into your back. He was already naked from and hour ago, and you were suprised he was hard again. You were thrusting down on his finger and you could hear how wet you were. Shane's load from an hour ago had started to drip out of you and it made him even harder. "Babe I need you" he gasped, rutting into you. You smirked at him and pulled your underwear to the side, giving Shane easy access to your pussy. He palmed his cock a few times and put the tip at your entrance, sliding in.

You put both of your legs on top of his, spreading yourself further and damn it felt good. He started thrusting into you at a constant pace, while you started rubbing on the bundle of nerves that was soon to make you scream. "Ah ah babe, you come when I say I do" Shane slyly smiled as his lips ghosted over your neck. You lowered your hand sighing; he never let you off easy. He kept thrusting into you, his hips becoming sloppy as he got toward his edge. You felt his fingers reach your clit and start to make rapid circles. You were slamming your pelvis against his pelvis as you felt yourself reach your edge. You bit down on your lower lip and moaned, feeling yourself clench around his thick cock. The feeling triggered Shane immediately and he grasped onto your hips as he came. "Fuck sweet heart" he gasped as he felt his release enter you. He was so hot and deep inside you, you didn't know where he started and you ended.

You fell on top of him, groaning with him still inside you. You both were sweaty and panting. You moved to the side and fell onto the blanket, and his hand was still around one of your hips. You felt him trying to bring you to his side and gave him a look. "What babe, you don't wanna cuddle?" Shane asked half joking. One of your eyebrows went up- you couldn't believe your ears. The man who had made it quite clear this was transactional early on in your hooking up now wanted some affection? "You made it pretty clear Shane that you were not a romantic kind of guy" you sassily said to him, looking him up and down. He looked down at his hands, wondering if he was telling the truth to himself even. He was a lone wolf, the kind of independent that wouldn't benefit from a relationship. When he looked at you though, he felt some type of peace. Something he had not felt in a while which scared him...it felt good though. "Yeah, I was just messing around babe" he quietly said back to you, laying the opposite way of where you were sitting. Was that sadness you heard? Regret? It couldn't be, not thee Shane Maguire. You both continued to lay there in the silence until the crickets started to chrip, and you wondered how much that man was lying to you and himself.

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The Star the Furthest North pt 3

[bullseye x reader, MDNI] [After events of Daredevil: Born Again] [TW: violence, blood, sexual themes, eventual smut, stalking, obsession, cussing, MDNI]

You woke up in the middle of the night which wasn't unusual for you, but something felt off. From the couch where you had fallen asleep watching something, you swore you saw a shadow outside your window. 'Did I really forget to close the window again?' you ask yourself irritated. Having a window that was connected to the fire escape ended up being more unsafe than safe sometimes. You got up slowly and tried to make as little noise as possible to get to the window. If someone was out there, you wanted them to be as surprised as you were. You peeked out from the bottom left corner while the lights were off and saw the form of a large man crouched on one end of the fire escape.

It only took a spit second to recognize him- the man from a few night ago who saved you from your attackers. He looked up and it was too late to crouch back down. "(y/n)" he says and your heart speeds up. You're not as slick as you thought. You eyed him suspiciously while you answered. "What do you want from me?" Which was rightfully asked, as he was watching you from outside your window in the middle of the night.

"I'm making sure you're safe" he quietly answered, not wanting to alert your other neighbors. That's when the questions started to fly.

"What do you want? Why are you watching me? Did you kill all those people? Why did you save me??" you grilled him. He looked down. You could tell he was trying to think of answers. "I'm trying to be better" he said while his voice skipped. He started to inch closer to the window and you gave him a warning glare. "Don't think about coming any closer than you already are" you blurted. You looked at who was closer to the window. You were further from it, if you tried to run and close it he could grab you. He continued to look at you and seemed to sense your fear. "Please" he took a step closer "I'm not going to hurt you. You don't know how special you are to me". Scoffing, you threw out some harsh facts to him. "If you're who I think you are, why WOULDN'T you hurt me? Isn't that your game? And how do you know me? Oh God you were probably sent to kill me." You ran full speed at the window to shut it and he caught it with his hand.

That's when you really see him. There are dark blue bruises under both eyes, and his brown eyes are intense and studying you. His hand that stopped the window is red and cut up on the knuckles. He was wearing a blue and black suit with the same black mask from the other night. Blood dripped from under is suit onto his hand. His other hand held onto his stomach where more blood appeared. He was injured but you couldn't tell how badly. He had saved you the other night, and you almost felt bad for the guy. You were about to do something stupid so at least you would know where to poke him if he tried anything. You look him up and down; he seemed to be in shape under the suit... 'This is not the time to be checking out a psycho' you think to yourself. Whether it was trust or your hormones, you started to pull open the window. His eyes widened and looked in your apartment, as if he was asking for permission. You took a deep breath and flatly stated, "You can come inside so I can patch you up, but don't think about trying ANYTHING". You tried to give him your scariest eyes as possible, and you swore you could see the form of a smile under his mask.

As he stepped inside your apartment from the fire escape, you realized how large this man was. He stood up fully after bending through and he had to be at least 6 feet tall. You looked up at him and he stared down at you. Immidiately you stated your rules: "Don't touch me, don't go through my apartment, and don't try anything funny. Oh and pull that mask up so i can at least attempt to recognize you in a line up." you said while cocking your eyebrow at him. He pulled his mask up so you could see the bottom of his nose and you asked where he was hurt. He told you and you pointed your pointer and middle fingers at your eyes and then towards his eyes; he smiled as you walked away to get your first aid supplies. You realized he was the last one to touch them as you brought them out. "You are going to have to take off that suit if I'm going to help you...who did this anyway?" you asked. "Trying to rid New York of a few awful people, they tried to rid me first." he quietly stated while he pulled off his suit.

Oh God he was fit. Not just in shape, but very fit. Hormones were not on your side today as you looked up and down his chest, ony to be pulled out of your imagination by the two madium size slashes in his skin. Your heart started beating fast as you realized he was watching you check him out. Caught, you started rummaging through the first aid stuff and started tending to his wounds. By the time the last bandage was placed, you started to get very tired. He thanked you and yawned himself. You looked at the window- trying to give him a hint. He looked outside and you both realized very light snow was falling. Great, so you were either going to have to be a shit person and make him sleep outside your window in the snow, or you could offer him your couch. He looked at you, almost pleading. You both knew how cold it was outside. Now that it was late October, the evenings were getting down to the high 30s. "Ugh...... you can stay on the couch just for tonight. ONLY for tonight" your voice falters a bit.

You were gonna get yourself killed.

You offered him to stay the night and you were probably gonna get yourself killed. You couldn't believe you looked him dead in the eyes and told him he could sleep on your couch. He looked as suprised as you felt inside and you got him a blanket and one of your larger shirts. "I don't know if this will fit but you're going to get chilly out here. Heat is not cheap." You said as you walked back to your room. He had saved your life the other night and that was the only reason this was acceptable; you kept telling your self that anyway. Walking into your room, you took off you day clothes and locked your bedroom door.

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As Dex layed on your couch all night, he couldn't sleep. Not because he was uncomfortable or cold, it was because he was ecstatic. His north star, the woman he would die for, was allowing him to sleep on her couch. She had even cleaned his wounds. She was everything he could even imagine. Caring, funny, helpful and with a hint of sass. He thought about her all night, holding her, kissing her but no- he needed to stop. He didn't want to do something stupid and scare her off, but he needed to see her face one last time before he left in the morning. He obviously knew how to pick locks and slowly walked to the bedroom door. He could hear your steady breathing on the other side. As quietly as possible he got the door open and peeked inside. You were snuggled up in a Halloween blanket, light music played from your phone.

He wanted so badly to go to the side of your bed and kiss you on the cheek. Very few had been so kind to him. He had forgotten what kindness was like. Instead he locked your door from the inside and shut it gently.

He fell asleep on the couch, for once feeling safe.