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intro to: WADE KINSELLA

for Ber @userzade ♡ happy belated birthday!

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wilson bethel as benjamin “dex” poindexter aka bullseye in the daredevil born again trailer

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clean freak

levi ackerman x fem! reader

synopsis: you're levi's housewife, but your cleaning skills have not been up to his standards lately.

warnings: smut, smut, and more smut. levi is kinda mean in this but oh well

reblogs and comments are always appreciated pls my love language is words of affirmation

His huffs could be heard from a mile away. He's officially off from the Scouts for the weekend, and he's finally visiting his wife after a month.

Day by day, watching his comrades die, slaughtering mindless titans, has gotten to him.

All he wants to do is come home to his good little wife, to have a house that's impeccably clean after a month of fighting for humanity.

Yet when he walks into his home, it's not clean. Well, Levi's version of clean.

The house looks, homey - comfy even. He can see specs of dust on the table.

"Hi, honey." You emerge from the kitchen, wearing a dress that Levi hasn't seen you in yet.

His half-lidded eyes find yours as he takes off his shoes, sucking his teeth. "Tch."

You tilt your head, not knowing why your husband is so... tense. Usually when he comes home, he assaults your face with kisses and ends up on top of you.

"I made your favorite." You bring him a cup of his favorite tea - in his favorite cup. He glances at you, then the cup, before grabbing the top of it with his large hand.

"Are you just going to pretend your wife doesn't exist, Levi?" You say as you sit next to him at the table.

"Why is it that my house is a mess?"

"Your house?" You put down your own cup of tea. "OUR house is not a mess. You're here once a month - so I clean the way I like."

"That's not going to work for me." Levi crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes furrowed. "This is embarrassing."

"Embarrassing for who, exactly?" You mock his pose, mirroring his posture.

"Me. I would never let my house get like this."

"Funny, my boyfriend really likes it." You knew exactly how to push his buttons, and when to push them. His stone cold eyes darted to you - wandering up and down your body. "Oh, that makes you look at me finally?"

"Any man that likes a house like this has no taste." His eyes stay on you as he speaks lowly.

"That's very bold of you to say. You don't know, he could've tasted me."

His knuckles were turning white. Using jealousy against him was not your favorite, but he left you no choice.

"Are you done being an ungrateful dickhead?" You stand up, grabbing his cup to put it in the sink.

As you wash the dishes, you feel his large, calloused hands grip your waist harshly and pull you into his chest. You refuse to acknowledge what he's doing as you continue to wash the teacups.

His mouth found your neck, kissing gently before biting down, sucking on the sensitive spot. "Mm, you want to misbehave some more?"

Your head tilts to the side as he leaves his marks on you, but you're still scrubbing at the porcelain - ignoring him.

Levi hates being ignored.

"You're really gonna ignore your husband after he slaved away saving humanity?" He brought his right hand to your thigh, pushing your dress upwards as he squeezed the plush skin.

You refuse to acknowledge his digs, so you keep scrubbing the dishes to distract yourself from the heat pooling in your tummy.

"What an ungrateful brat I married." His mouth found a sensitive spot on your neck - where he can feel your pulse. His lips sucked, tongue swirling on the skin as he peered over your shoulder. "You can't even wash dishes right."

His hands gripped your hips, this fingers digging into your flesh as if he wanted to carve into you. His left hand stayed in place on your hip as his right hand dipped under your dress.

"Levi, I just cleaned the kitchen. Don't make a mess." You turn your head, slightly looking at him.

"You think this is clean?" His lips found your ear, his breath kissing it. "You think this is what your husband wants to come home to?"

You finally give in and turn around to face him. Even though he's on the shorter side, you're shorter than him. Gazing up into his steel grey, bluish eyes almost makes you forget why you're even arguing.

"I'm sorry I'm not a germaphobe like you who cleans every surface 5 times a day. I'm sure you can forgive your lovely wife, since she's holding your life together while you risk your life to kill titans."

His eyes turn almost predatory as he looks down at you, a smirk forming on one side of his face. You notice a new scar on his face, your hand almost magnetically going to the spot, rubbing your thumb along the skin.

The moment was soft, unlike the argument you have been having. He closed his eyes as you touched him, a deep breath leaving his lips.

Levi isn't one to apologize. Never was, and you were okay with it at this point. You know he's stressed and worried constantly about the future of the world, especially since the most important person to him, you, is in it.

Within a second Levi has you on the counter, his body in-between your legs as his mouth smashes against yours - your dainty hands cupping his face as he takes care of every inch of your mouth.

His hands pressed against the small of your back and your ass as he kissed you, soft moans leaving his mouth. "God, I missed you."

You smile at his words, he doesn't say things like that much, so you savor the moment. You drag your nails across his skin to his undercut, tracing shapes on the hair as your tongue slips into his mouth.

"Baby, I might come right here if we keep kissing." He pulled away, adjusting his pants slightly and you notice the bulge.

"A month without me, one kiss and you're already about to come in your pants?" You say in a teasing tone, pulling away from him.

"Tsch." His hands drag under your thighs, lifting you up and carrying to you to your shared bedroom. Luckily you remembered to make the bed, to which Levi silently appreciates.

His delicately lays you on the bed, making sure none of your hair pulls against your back as it splays across the sheets.

He's on top of you now, his stone eyes following your every move, every breath. Almost like he's studying you, not wanting to forget a single detail.

"Levi?" You interrupt his thoughts, your voice a half whisper.

"Sorry, I just..." His finger drags along your jawline, to your neck and then collarbone. "I missed you."

"I missed you." You lean into his touch, being gentle as you spot more scars on his hands. "Promise me something."

"Anything."

"Please come home to me. Even if our house isn't clean enough, even if you don't want to see me. Always come home."

Levi takes in your words, seemingly having his own conversation in his head as he watches your expressions.

"Always. I promise." He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his body snaking over you as his tongue invades your mouth.

Your hands find his hair, pulling on his inky locks as his lips move down your skin to your chest, gently removing your dress to reveal your undergarments.

Like a work of art, his hands gently grazed your soft skin, goosebumps forming soon after.

"You are so beautiful." He whispers, studying every inch of your skin as he unclips your bra seamlessly, throwing it to the side. His lips found the supple skin of your breast, leaving heated kisses as his hand made their way to your lace panties, his index finger hooking onto the side and pulling them down.

Your mouth gapes open as you feel his touches, anticipating the next feeling. He takes his large hands as spreads your legs, his thumb caressing your thigh. "Are you ready for me? It's been awhile."

You nod, watching him strip off his uniform, his forest green cloak cascading to the floor, almost poetically.

You're mesmerized by his physique every time - but like always, you notice new bruises and scars that are now a part of him. Which makes them a part of you.

Levi takes his middle digit, sliding it over your slit to feel your slick. His mouth curves into a smile as he feels you, letting his finger envelope in the wetness. "I can just slide right in." He whispers.

Your hands grip the sheets as you feel him align himself with you, his hands gently holding your hips as he angles you upwards. As you feel his fat tip enter you, a moan so loud your neighbors definitely heard it escaped your lips.

Levi's head went back, some of his hairs sticking to his forehead from sweat as he entered you. Just like he said, he slid in, and your body automatically started taking him.

"Such a good girl." He grunts, picking up his pace as he looks at you. "God, I missed this pussy. Thought about it every day."

He's being super vocal today, usually he's all grunts and moans before he reaches his high.

You nod, moaning his name as he hits every spot, your back arching as he pounds into you. Your hands reach for his neck, hoping he can hold you.

"My needy brat." He whispers, obliging to your request as he leans down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. He starts thrusting into you at a different angle, immediately hitting the spot that makes you crumble.

"Oh, right there Levi." You moan, closing your eyes as you both develop a rhythm.

"Open your eyes. I want to watch you come undone." He looks down at you, his eyes almost menacing.

Your eyes shoot open, capturing his gaze as he continues to thrust into you, the sounds of your slapping skin filling the room. Your mouth gapes open as the coil in your tummy breaks, your climax waving over you.

"L-Levi, holy shit." He continues to pound into you through your high, his eyes still on you. He watched as you came on his cock, but it didn't stop him. Watching you get off, was making him close.

Your nails digged into his skin as he thrusted into you to the hilt, this movements becoming more sloppy - he's close.

You tangle your fingers in his silky hair, the strands wrapping around your fingertips as you kiss his ear - one of his most sensitive spots.

He groaned, his body pressing into you one last time as he moaned your name, pants following soon after.

You both lay on the bed, sweaty and completely satisfied. He rolls next to you, closing his eyes and taking a few breaths.

"Wash these sheets." He looked at you, pinching your nose between his thumb and index finger.

"Why, you don't want to dirty them some more?" You purred, turning onto your side to face him.

You continued to dirty the sheets all night, until Levi forgot what he was mad at in the first place.

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wilson bethel as benjamin “dex” poindexter aka bullseye in daredevil: born again

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feels like a rewatch daredevil season 3 night

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The Good In You (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Reader

Chapter Summary: Dex and her share a few moments together leading up to the Gala on Friday -- which Dex is still undecided about.

Genre: FLUFF

Words: 3.1k

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Since Beckett was exiled from the office, tensions had gone down, and Dex felt more comfortable walking around the office. Not that he would ever feel 100% comfortable, but he definitely felt much better than he did before. He didn’t have to worry about someone trying to get him, provoke him and have leverage against him. 

It was easier to say hello to her in her office—no suspicious minds and wandering eyes kept their focus on them for too long. Dex didn’t care what they thought anyway. Whatever conversations he had with her—whatever people thought they saw—it was only between the two of them. Dex was walking over her to office now with two cups of coffee in his hands: one for him and one for her.

“G’morning, doc,” Dex leaned in the doorway. They had reached a point where he didn’t need to knock on the door to make his presence known. “Got your fresh cup for you.”

“I’m not a doctor, Dex,” she giggled, and Dex liked how the sound made him feel inside. Not a rush of anxiety. Just a rush. “Thank you.”

“Well, you’re the only medical professional in the building so I’d say it’s safe to call you that,” Dex smiled, tapping his paper cup of coffee to hers as a small cheer. “There’s no one else I’d go to, at least.”

“You’re funny,” she smiled and blushed as she blew on her cup before taking a sip. Dex hated the way how fast his thoughts turned dark. If anyone else had got her a cup of coffee, how could he be so sure they didn’t do anything to tamper with it? She willingly took the cup from his hands each time, but that’s because she trusted him. Dex would never put her at risk like that—he can’t say the same for everyone else. “You always make it perfect.”

“I spend more time perfecting your cup than my own,” Dex said naturally. Over the past few weeks, things had been slightly flirtatious between them, surprisingly more on Dex’s part. He saw that she enjoyed when he said things like he did just now, so he decided to keep saying them. 

And each time she noticed him going all sweet, she decided to ask him the most dreaded question. 

“Change your mind about the gala yet?” She asked quietly, almost too quickly before she put her coffee cup to her lips. Dex shifted uncomfortably and leaned on the opposite side of the doorframe.

“No,” Dex shook his head. “I haven’t.” If the gala only consisted of the two of them, and not nearly the entire department, Dex would consider going. It was a chore enough for him to avoid as many people as he worked with—to willingly go to an event where he was forced to talk to people and not only that, wear an uncomfortable suit? Dex wasn’t sold. He wouldn’t put himself through that. Not even if it meant he got to sit next to her the entire evening. 

She was lovely. He wasn’t. People would be going up to her all night, and that would only spur Dex’s anxiety more. 

“I wish you would,” she gently urged. Dex sighed. He knows that. It was written all over her face each time she brought it up. Hope. And then disappointment when he would give her the same answer. “I guess you have until Friday to change your mind. Or I have until Friday to convince you.”

“I was interrogated for two weeks straight in Quantico,” Dex said in a low voice, meeting her eyes and holding her gaze, “it’s not easy to crack me under pressure.”

“I didn’t say I’d pressure you,” she defended teasingly, “I said I’d convince you.”

“Those words are synonymous in interrogations,” Dex replied with a smirk.

“If I were to pressure you or convince you, whatever word you prefer,” she began, “I’d say the biggest reason you should come is because there’s going to be great food, free, might I add.” Dex nodded with a ghost of a smile on his lips, fascinated by her attempts at convincing him, looking at her like what else? “A great opportunity to take advantage of an event the bureau is paying for…” Dex waited for her third reason. “And, well… I want you to be there.” 

He knew this was the biggest reason why she kept asking him about the gala. Still, he didn’t know what to say. He enjoyed their early morning, private conversations. He enjoyed being the reason she smiled and blushed. He enjoyed how much she seemed to enjoy his company. But being her date to the gala was something he couldn’t fathom, not even for her. It wasn’t her that was the issue—it was him. And the expectations he’d never live up to. 

“I told you I’d think about it,” Dex finally said, after some time of holding her gaze. 

“I guess you technically have four more days to think about it,” she lightly shrugged. “Can I ask what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know,” Dex broke eye contact with her. “I don’t want to burden you with all that.”

“You’d never burden me with anything,” she said with conviction. “I know we’re just… coworkers, but you can always talk to me about anything. I’m a good listener.”

Dex’s gaze moved to the ground, where their shoes were almost touching—that’s how close they were standing. She made no movement to step back, and neither did he. 

“I appreciate that,” Dex said quietly. 

“Agent Poindexter!” 

Both of them were startled by Hattley’s voice coming down the hall. She stepped back instantly, while Dex stepped forward instinctively in a protective way. When he saw it was Hattley, Dex stepped back. 

“Training starts in five. You’re presenting first. Good morning, Nurse __,” Tammy smiled at her. She raised her cup of coffee as a greeting and looked at Dex once Tammy walked away. He sighed and looked down sheepishly. 

“Duty calls,” Dex said. 

“Have fun, agent.” 

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Her shift the next day started at 1 PM, and she wouldn’t get home until midnight. When Hattley had pulled her aside yesterday to let her know, she was less than thrilled but agreed anyway. She wasn’t thrilled that she would be getting home so late, and that the FBI shuttle wouldn’t be available.  

Dex walked over to her office that morning and was disappointed to see her office dark, with the door closed, with no sign of her. 

“She’s coming in at 1 today,” Hattley said as she walked by Dex. Dex followed her and walked up to Hattley to catch up with her. 

“Why?”

“We’ll need her later in case any new agents get hurt on their first field assignment. She said she’s okay with it.”

“But the shuttle won’t be here to take her home,” Dex argued. 

“You’re welcome to stay later and get in on the field with the new agents, Poindexter,” Hattley stepped into the elevator. “Your choice.” The elevator doors closed, leaving Dex stranded in the middle of the hall. Dex ran his hand over his face—his day wouldn’t feel complete if he didn’t get to see her. She had become a part of his routine. 

Dex decided to stay. 

When she arrived at 1, she was disappointed to see that most of the agents had left for their missions already—including Dex. She wondered if he would be on one of the late-night missions, but she highly doubted it. Disappointment settled in her—she probably wasn’t going to see Dex today. 

She sat at her desk, flipped through the new agents’ files, and kept herself occupied until it was time to head home. In her bag, she had a can of mace and a claw keychain for her walk home, since it’ll be so late by the time she gets out. She’s done overnights before—that wasn't the issue. It was her concern for getting home safely that was. 

Hours passed, and it was soon nearing 11 PM. Some agents were at their desks but most had gone home for the night. Truthfully, she was fighting sleep and decided to brew a fresh pot of coffee to stay away. Just as the machine was humming, the elevators opened and revealed a small group of agents coming back from their mission. 

She peered out of the kitchen and watched as they trickled out. Her heartbeat increased when she saw Dex standing in the back, wearing his tactical gear. He looked even more handsome in uniform—it had been a while since she’d seen him in it. Dex caught her eye momentarily, a look of relief on his face. 

“Doc,” Agent Poindexter called for her as the agents stood behind him. Clearly, Dex was the one in charge tonight. “Think you can check up on these guys before they go home after their first mission on the job?”

“That’s what I’m here for, Agent,” she smiled at him. “I’ll save you for last.”

One by one, she checked up on the new agents. Most of them were okay, some of them were a little shaken up by their first mission, but they understood what the job entailed. After all, they were here for a reason. She did the best she could in getting to know them and easing their anxieties. 

“I hear you get used to it, after a while,” she said to her second to last patient. He was a young man, probably 22 years old, named Daniel. 

“I hear that as well, but hopefully sooner than later,” Daniel smiled sheepishly. He had bright blonde hair and blue eyes. ”Thank you, Nurse __.”

“My pleasure,” she smiled as she walked him out the door. She saw the group of young agents at the front of the office, signing out with another more senior agent. She watched them with a smile on her face—they were all truly pleasant and sweet. 

“Got time for one more?” Dex’s voice pulled her from her gaze on them. She uncrossed her arms and looked at Dex, who seemed much taller when he was in his uniform. Camo-green vest, with matching pants and tan combat boots. Dex’s dirty blonde hair was a little disheveled, but he didn’t look any less attractive. He had a rugged smile on, but a soft gaze in his eyes.

“I always have time for you,” she said quietly. “Come on in.”

Dex followed her into her room, closing the door behind him. She suddenly felt more awake, and more settled, now that Dex was here in her room. She kept her back toward him as he took off his tactical vest and jacket, revealing a black tee shirt underneath. She retied her hair and washed her hands. When she heard him sit up on the exam table, she turned around to meet him. He was sitting up straight patiently. 

“I didn’t know you were working so late,” she said. 

“It kind of just fell in my lap today,” Dex explained.

“How did it go with the new agents?”

“Not bad, for what it's worth.”

“How do you feel now?” She asked. 

“Good,” Dex replied, “I’m here now.”

“Good.” Suddenly, it was the look Dex was giving her—complete and utter focus on her. Nothing else in the room existed except for her, it felt like. Not even the rolling tray of medical supplies that was next to her. She felt self-conscious by the way he was looking at her. She was suddenly very aware of herself and how she looked. “I’ll check your head first.”

She pushed some of his hair that had fallen on his forehead back and ran her fingers gently through his locks, feeling for anything unusual. She felt nothing. He closed his eyes for this part and took a deep breath. She felt the base of his skull and slowly pulled back. 

“Didn’t bang your head. That’s good,” she said to make some conversation. 

Dex nodded his head and opened his eyes. She brought out her mini light to look at his pupils. Dex blinked twice to get rid of the after flash. 

“Sorry,” she murmured.

“It’s okay,” Dex said. 

“You don’t look like you have any scratches. I don’t think the questionnaire is necessary this time.” The rest of the exam went quickly—as usual, Dex didn’t have any serious injuries if any at all. She did, however, notice that he winced as he stretched from the table. 

“I should probably check on that bruise on your ribs,” she said suddenly. Dex paused his movements and sat back down on the table. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” Dex said. 

She lifted his shirt and averted her eyes away from his defined abs. His bruise was nearly faded completely, thankfully. 

“Looks good,” she said. “The bruise, I mean,” she added quickly. 

“How was your day?” Dex asked, standing up from the exam table and leaning back on it. “When I didn’t see you this morning, I was concerned if you’d get your coffee.”

She laughed at this and then suddenly realization settled. “You were here this morning too? Gosh, how long was your shift today?”

“I was in this morning,” Dex said. “Real early too. I—“ Dex struggled to explain himself, because how else could he dance around the truth? He only stayed and went on the mission just so he could stay late for her, and make sure she got home safe. “Hattley asked if I could join the new agents on their first mission.”

“That was nice of you,” she replied. “I’m sure she really appreciated it.” 

“It’s nothing,” Dex shook his head. 

“I’m glad you’re here this late,” she told him. “I was spooked by the idea of being here so late with no familiar faces.”

“Does the shuttle run this late?” Dex asked, already knowing the answer. 

“No,” she sighed, “but I brought mace and my claw keychain, so I should be good going home.”

“Oh,” Dex shook his head, “I mean,” he shrugged his shoulders, “let me walk you home?”

“Really?” She asked him. “But Dex, you’re so tired. You worked all day, longer than me. I wouldn’t want to delay you getting—“

“I want to,” Dex interrupted her gently. “Making sure you’re home safe is worth an extra hour of my day.”

Relief washed over her knowing she wouldn’t have to worry about walking home so late alone. She couldn’t help but smile at him, this sweet FBI agent offering to walk her home. He looked tired, but it made him look all the more sweet. He looked hopeful that she’d say yes.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I don’t have much to clean up. Maybe five more minutes.”

By the time she cleaned up her office, everyone was out of the building, leaving only Dex and her. Dex was waiting patiently on the chair outside her office. When she was done, she opened the door and Dex stood up from his seat. 

“Ready?” She asked. 

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Luckily, her apartment building wasn’t too far from the office. Dex made sure to stand closest to the road as they walked. For the first few minutes of walking, nothing was said. The sounds of their footsteps on the pavement and the few cars that drove by filled the air. Her gaze was focused on the ground, watching their steps in sync. 

Suddenly, she’s being pulled in close to Dex—he’s wrapped his arm around her frame and holding her tightly as they walk. She looks up at him in confusion but when she looks forward and sees a group of three men standing at the corner of an alleyway, she sinks deeper into his embrace and places her hand on his arm to hold herself steady. Dex’s sharp gaze is on the men, his jaw is clenched. When they’ve walked at least another block away, Dex lets go of her, to her disappointment.

“Good thing you walked me home,” she said softly. 

“You’re safe with me,” Dex replied. She’ll remember that sentence for a while. 

“Has being an agent kind of made you change the way you view the world?” She asked him.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, is everything a threat to you now? Maybe those guys were just hanging. Maybe they had bad intentions. I’m naturally inclined to think ‘well, better safe than sorry.’ Is it different for you?”

It was a more complex question than Dex would like to admit. All his life, things were threatening to him, even if they weren’t. “I think it has changed how I view the world, yeah. I naturally look everywhere for a threat before I can ensure we’re safe.” 

“I guess they train you to think that way,” she sighed. “From what I’ve seen, I think a lot of agents are jaded now. Which is understandable,” she explained, maybe more to herself. “But I wouldn’t want this job to change you, Dex.”

“How?” He questioned, picking up on her slowed pace, indicating her apartment was approaching.

“Just… remember there’s good in the world. There’s good in you. Good in me,” she said. 

“I think all of you is good,” Dex said. “You’re a patient and kind person. I can’t think of one bad quality you have.”

She laughed at this. “I can get cranky.” 

It was his turn to laugh. “I’m sure even cranky you’re just as lovely to be around.” 

She smiled at him and when she looked forward, she was disappointed to see they’d reached her apartment. Still, sleep was just around the corner and she couldn’t wait to get in bed.

“Dex, thank you so much again for walking me home,” she stopped at the door to face him. He had a tired look on his face but he still offered a half smile as he looked down sheepishly. “I appreciate you.”

“No need to thank me,” Dex shook his head. “Goodnight, __.”

“Goodnight. Hey, wait—“ she cut him off before he could walk away. “Let me see your phone.”

Dex pulled out his phone and she took it from him, typing away at something. He looked at her in amusement. 

“You’ll text me when you get home so I know you made it back safe, too.” 

“I will,” Dex said, taking his phone back and seeing she put her phone number in. That wasn’t his intention at all, but he’s glad she did it. 

With one final goodnight, she went inside her apartment and Dex waited until she was in the lobby until he started to walk back to his apartment. He couldn’t put a finger on what exactly it was he felt—he only brought himself to walk her home, but he felt like he left something with her. And he’d only feel better the next time he saw her. 

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started chapter 5 of the good in you months ago and didn't like where it was going so i restarted today and am obsessed with the way it's headed so can't wait to post

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daredevil 1x08 | 2x11 | 3x11 (sensing a pattern here)

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YOU GUYSSSS finally finished Hart of Dixie. SEEING WADE AND ZOE GET MARRIED OMG MY HEART!!!! SO CUTE!!! I do think this last season was rushed and wasn't as good as the others but they did the best they could with the circumstances. Rachel is so beautiful and she was hilarious this season. Wilson i mean cmon do I even need to say it lol crazy two years later he'd be cast as our Bullseye <3 he's so talented.

So now I've started All Rise and boy i am triggered as hell because Wilson is 100% giving Dex since this show came after season 3 of daredevil omfg and he plays a LAWYER?!? on the first episode and im hoooooked :)

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So, the whole cane thing, it's just... an act?

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Not Going Anywhere

Pairing: Ben "Dex" Poindexter x Reader

Genre: 18+ CONTENT, SMUT FILFTHY SMUT

Summary: It's a rainy day, and you and Dex aren't going anywhere. This time, you try your hand at being the dominant one.

Words: 2.4k

Notes: So happy I can finally post a Dex fic! This is from a request from a while ago; I'm sorry it took so long but it's been a rough couple months (just life things and writer's block) I'm hoping my next update isn't too far away either. But wanted to get this one out and make it as SMUTTY AS I COULD as a sorryforthelongwait/thankyouforwaiting. ENJOY DEX LOVERS <3

It’s one of those days where you take one look outside and know you aren’t going anywhere. The sky is a dark gray—clouds cover most of the city. It’s lightly raining and you can hear the drops hitting Dex’s apartment’s roof. Your entire body felt tired from the week you just finished—Saturday is finally here and you get to spend it with Dex. 

Dex is curled up in the corner of his gray couch, a gray fleece blanket covering most of his body, his head resting on the arm of the sofa. His blonde hair shone even in the dimness of his apartment; the only light that came in was from the outside. The TV’s playing the news, but you’ve hardly paid attention. The only thing on your mind is how happy you are to spend this day with Dex after you’ve both had a long, hard week. 

Dex’s eyes were half closed. You watched him from your side of the couch carefully, wondering if he would nod off again. He shifts in his corner and catches your eye. 

“You okay?” He asks. 

You nod with a soft smile. “Yeah. Just tired.”

“Me too,” Dex says with a stretch. “I don’t think we’ll be getting much done today.”

“Agreed,” you reply, suddenly realizing how cozy Dex looks with his blanket and how jealous you are. “I’m jealous of that blanket.”

“Do you want some of it?” He asks with an innocent look on his face. You smile, failing to suppress your giggles. 

“I’m jealous it gets to be on top of you.”

“Come here, then,” a mischievous smirk forms on his face; a look you haven’t been able to resist since the day you met him. You slide over on the couch as Dex spreads his legs for you to lay between them. He lifts the blanket and pulls it over the both of you as you rest your head on his chest. He wraps his arms around you and you’re immediately engulfed in the warmth of his strong arms. Your hand rests on his chest. You feel his heart beating through his shirt. 

He kisses the top of your head and squeezes you against him. 

“I love it when you’re here,” Dex whispers. 

“Me too,” you look up at him and kiss his chin. “I look forward to it every weekend.”

Dex relaxes at your words, satisfied with the reply you’ve given him. He closes his eyes and holds you tighter. You rest your head in the crook of his neck and look up at him. You reach your lips to kiss his jaw. 

“I needed that,” Dex mumbles with eyes closed. 

You kiss his neck. 

“I needed that, too.” 

You prop yourself on your elbow and close your eyes as you slowly lean down to meet his lips with yours. Dex naturally runs his fingers through your hair and cups your face in the palm of his hand as you deepen the kiss.

“I definitely needed that,” Dex sighs, tracing circles on your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. 

You rest your hand on his chest as you lean again to kiss his soft lips. You feel Dex’s skin against yours and suddenly, all outside noise halts. The TV’s volume goes down; all you can hear is the sound of the rain pouring harder and harder on Dex’s apartment. Dex rubs his hands down your back and you place your fingers on his jaw, holding him in place.

“Don’t ever leave me,” Dex whispers against your lips between kisses. It’s something he always says before you get intimate. His hands find their home on your hips as he holds you down to straddle his waist. 

“Never,” you whisper as you sit up, keeping one hand on his chest. 

He reaches up to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, his dark eyes tracing your face, searching for any sign of a lie. He’ll never find it, no matter how hard he tries to. He often lets himself succumb to his doubts, his fictitious thoughts of you—that maybe you will leave him one day, maybe he doesn’t deserve you. And you can read this all over his face right now.

“Dex,” you say his name quietly, but not too quietly so he doesn’t hear. “I’ll never leave.”

It’s what he needed to hear at that exact moment.

“Okay,” he nods, offering a small, reassuring smile that he believed you and ultimately was okay. 

You lean down again, trapping his face between your fingertips and kissing him hard on his lips, as if willing all of your truth into the kiss. Your truth of never leaving Dex. Your truth of needing Dex, just as much as he needed you. You let your chest touch his as you deepened the kiss, moving your hips to grind on his pelvis. Dex wrapped his arms around you and held you tight before moving his hands to either side of your hips and moving you against him for you.

“No,” you place your hands over his and move them above his head. “Let me be in charge for once.”

Gone was the soft insecure look on his face from before—a flash of mischief crossed his face, darkening his eyes as Dex let his lips curl into a smirk. 

“Oh yeah?” Dex teased, letting you take over his control. You placed his hands over his head and held him by his wrists as you kissed down the length of his right arm. You kissed his forehead and then cheek and then jaw. 

You pull back to take off your shirt. You throw it over your shoulder, not caring where it landed in his perfectly placed apartment. Dex laughs as he looks over your shoulder—it landed flawlessly around a vase on a counter against the wall. 

“Who knew you had perfect aim?” He teases again. The look on his face melts away when he realizes you’re completely topless on top of him, your breasts fully unrevealed. Dex moves his hands to touch them but you shake your head and keep his hands above his head.

“Not yet.”

“Oh, it’s like that?” Dex questions, a brow quirking upwards. He clenches his jaw. As an FBI agent, he can handle many difficult things—he wasn’t sure if this was one of them. 

“I’m in charge,” you say in a salacious manner, “remember?”

Dex doesn’t reply. He just nods his head, doing his best to keep his eyes locked on yours. He’s been the dominant one each time you had sex—he strangely liked you taking his place. It was making him more aroused by the second. It was hard to ignore the throbbing in his sweatpants with you straddling him right where he needed to be touched the most. 

The warmth of you is gone and Dex lets out an audible groan at the loss of your weight. You stand up momentarily to completely strip so you’re naked in front of him, while Dex is fully clothed. 

“Not fair,” Dex mutters.

“I don’t care,” you smile. 

You straddle him again, this time completely naked, and Dex takes a deep breath. You take his hands and place them on your waist, giving him free reign now. Dex wastes no time in taking your breasts in his hands, moving them in a kneading motion. You grind your wetness on his sweatpants, feeling his hard cock through the soft fabric. 

Dex moves his hand down your stomach but you stop when he gets too close to your heat.

“When I say so,” you smile, moving his hand back to where it was. 

Dex squints his eyes playfully. "You know there’s not much smiling involved when you’re supposed to be the dominant one, right?”

“It’s my version,” you say. “Not all of us are trained agents, Special Agent Poindexter.”

“Fair,” Dex says. “It is adorable that this is your version of being in charge.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“I didn't say I didn't like it,” Dex continued to knead your breasts, bucking his hips into you. You push back.

“That’s not very submissive of you…”

“Force of habit,” Dex smirked. “I can’t help it.”

You take his right hand and move it up the length of your neck until his fingers are over your mouth. You place his pointer finger in your mouth and hold eye contact as you suck on his finger, slowly grinding against his cock. Dex suddenly loses the playful look on his face as focus sets in his eyes. His jaw is clenched. 

You place his hands over his head again and move down the couch to pull his sweatpants off his legs, exposing his hard cock. Dex almost twitches to grab it but you shoot him a don’t you dare look and he keeps his hands in place. You wrap your hand around his hard cock and begin to gently pump it up and down. Dex closes his eyes and rests his head in the pillow, pressing back to remain in control. But it’s so hard when your fingers feel so soft and amazing around his shaft. His eyes are still closed as you slowly bring your hand up and down, your thumb tickling the tip of his cock. 

You release your grasp and place your hands on his waist. Dex’s eyes are still closed, but they fly open when he feels your soft, wet lips wrap around the tip of his cock, your tongue swirling all over it. Dex surpasses a moan and watches as you take his entire cock in your mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Dex whispers, letting his head drop back again and closing his eyes. You move your mouth up and down on his cock sloppily, letting your spit get all over him as your tongue dances on his tip. 

You sit back up again and tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head. Dex’s abs were on full display and it took you a moment of weakness to imagine him taking over and being the dominant one but no—you were determined to see this through. 

You carefully place your wetness over his cock and rub back and forth between your folds. Dex wraps his hands around your breasts and again, mouth half open, eyes dark and full of desire. 

“I need you,” Dex says barely above a whisper.

“What was that?”

Dex takes your wrist in his so fast, it almost startles you into submission. He takes his other hand and places it on the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his. He looks at your lips before he meets your eyes again. “I need you.”

“In what way?” You ask in a small voice.

“All of them,” Dex crashes his lips into yours, momentarily forgetting it’s you whose in charge, but you don’t care. You’re weak at his touch, his command, his control. 

As if a flip switched inside him, Dex pulls back from the kiss, a soft look on his face now, no absence of desire. He takes a deep breath and lets his head relax into the pillow. You continue grinding your wet pussy on his cock before you can no longer take the anticipation anymore. 

You take his cock and align the tip with your wet entrance, slowly sinking down on every inch. Dex shuts his eyes as the sensation, feeling your tight pussy wrap around his cock perfectly. When you take his hands again that’s when he opens his eyes, seeing you bouncing on top of him at your own pace, your mouth half open in pleasure. Dex memorizes the image in his mind. You change your pace to a slower rhythm, slowly moving your pussy up the length of his cock before slamming down hard, feeling his tip touch the back of your cervix. He’s completely filled you now. Dex’s jaw is clenched so tightly, and his chest is heaving from pleasure.

“Fuck, Dex,” you moan breathlessly, closing your eyes. “Oh, Dex” you continue riding his cock, fast and then agonizingly slow. Your breasts bounce at the same time. Dex takes them in his hands again and kneads them.

“You feel so good,” Dex whispers, bucking his hips up into you as you slam down on his cock. Your wetness is dripping down your thighs onto his lower abs, the sight of it nearly enough to send Dex over the edge. But he wants you to come first. Even when he’s the dominant one, he always wants you to come first. He loves to see your face contort as the immense feeling of pleasure washes over you, knowing it was him and his cock that caused you to climax. He loved the sounds you made too, all high-pitched and moaning for him. And only him. 

“Dripping down my cock,” Dex says breathlessly. “I want you to come for me,” his dark eyes catch yours amidst your bouncing on him. Your toes curl at the dark look he gives you, so sexy and still so much more overpowering than you could ever wish to be. Dex was always the one in charge, no matter what. 

You slowly pull yourself up from his cock and bring your pussy down again, feeling his tip hit you inside. You go faster on his cock, feeling your wetness pool out of you onto him, the sounds filling the air. “Dex!” You moan his name as your pussy clenches his cock as you push down and stay down, his cock all the way inside you. You come hard all over his length, the feeling exploding in your pussy and sending shock waves across your body, hardening your nipples and shaking you to your core, eyes closed. Dex watches you come all over him, and then he lets himself find his own release, holding your waist down and pressing your pussy all the way down on him.

“Ffuck,” Dex whispers harshly as he feels his cock pump his cum deep in your pussy, three squirts of his seed warming your insides. You shiver at the feeling once more before Dex gently moves you to rest his chest, his cock still inside you.

For a few moments, you both lay with you on top of his chest, catching your breaths, sweaty chests sticking to each other. Dex buries his nose in your hair and inhales deeply. A loud crack of thunder shakes his entire building and you jump in his arms. Dex laughs, lets out another heavy breath, and holds you tighter.

“I’ve got you,” Dex whispers. “You’re not going anywhere.” 

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Heyyy Amber :)) would be open to receiving any foggy nelson requests, specifically angst or angst to fluff? I love him so much

P.s I love your blog!!! ❤

Hi nonny friend!!! I am open to a Foggy request, sure, why not :') I love Foggybear!!! <3 <3 <3

[amberlynnmurdock]

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Wilson Bethel as Benjamin Poindexter DAREDEVIL SEASON 3 (2018), created by Drew Goddard

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Deborah Ann Woll as Karen Page — in Daredevil Season 3

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Genuinely curious: does anyone on here use tumblr on their desktop/laptop?! back in the day (like peak tumblr lol 2010) we used the computer RELIGIOUSLY and if you used the phone version you weren't a "real blogger" (obviously an over exaggeration lol) but now it seems like the most popular way is the phone. So anyone out there reading this feel free to reply if you use your phone or computer more I'm just curious