I’ve got some dex thoughts if y’all will entertain me
Imagine just the difference between sex with season 3 dex and ddba dex
Maybe y’all were dating in the past before everything. He would be just absolutely obsessed with you. He’d be clingy and desperate and so fixated on making sure that you felt good. I also think he’d whine a little bit, especially when you’d praise him. It’s all very loving. Desperate and loving
But then he finds you again during the events of ddba. That obsession is still there, just not being held back anymore. He’s more possessive than desperate. It’s less a want for you to stay and more him knowing that he’s not letting you go ever again. And he’s bigger and stronger and will make sure you’re aware of it your first time together again. He doesn’t focus on your praise as much as he focuses on making you just absolutely melt for him. And maybe a whine or two would sneak through but I think he’s more grunts and groans and muttered wants into your ear until you’re a mess for him.
Adding to my previous post about Steve having his first sexual experience post-thawing
Do y’all think he’d be eager to return the favor after your little moment at the table?
Like maybe it’s a few days later because he had a mission to go on. He’s back in your apartment and things feel off. You can tell he’s thinking your last experience together.
Maybe he finally snaps after dinner. He ends up kind of cornering you while you’re putting dishes in the sink. You assume he’s gonna insist on washing them because he’s the type to do that, but really he’s just kinda… staring. Like intensely staring.
You ask what’s wrong and he mutters about how much he’s been thinking about you over the last few days. You try to be so casual and cool but this is fucking Captain America suddenly having you pinned by a counter.
He asks if you’ve thought about it to and obviously you have, so you nod. He asks if he could return the favor. He probably uses that exact wording because for as charming as he is, this is still Steve and I think that in these moments, he starts to feel like that smaller version of him and it makes him nervous.
He refuses to do anything in the kitchen. He would want to do it in your bed. He’d be so sweet too. But the second your pants and underwear are off, he’s very much focused on making it worth it.
He’s not perfect because again, limited experience before he got frozen, and maybe he gets self-conscious about it. Maybe you chuckle a little at his little apologies and fumbling. Maybe you touch his face and tell him that he doesn’t need to be perfect because that’s not what this about. Maybe there’s something about your breathless laughs and kind words that make him try harder.
Anyway, when you cum, he stares at you like you’re a piece of art. You’re almost overwhelmed by it when you come back down and find the most intensely loving and caring look in his eyes.
He goes home that night and tries to sketch to calm his mind but keeps drawing very inappropriate images of you because he can’t stop himself.
I feel like we talk about Bucky’s first time having sex after being freed from HYDRA all the time, but like Steve was also frozen for multiple decades and he had even less experience beforehand
Like imagine you’re there to try to help him get reintegrated into modern life. Introduce him to new things, explain the history that he missed, and really just find himself in this strange and new world.
Maybe you’re sitting in your apartment late at night and asking him about his time pre-capsicle, y’know?
Maybe he mentions that he didn’t have much experience and how he felt about Bucky’s clear charms. Maybe he talks about how weird it was to have ladies look at him after the serum.
Maybe you make a casual joke about sex that makes Steve pause and his brain short-circuit for a second.
So now, you’re left explaining that sex isn’t some taboo thing and it’s not considered as inappropriate to talk about publicly as it was back then (even though there were definitely some freaks back then, don’t let people lie to you). You even apologize if it made him uncomfortable. The guy is still adjusting to this time period and you’re trying to explain sex culture to him. Not exactly a normal conversation topic for him.
Your attempt to apologize somehow ends up more like you word-vomiting about your kinks to Captain America as you explain the difference in how sex is discussed now. He’s stunned into silence. Still visible cool and collected like his always is, but not able to form a full coherent thought.
There’s a lull in conversation before he asks how you found out what you liked. You then have the choice between lying or explaining porn to Steve’s face.
You somehow choose to explain porn and experimenting with partners. He seems worried at the idea of sex changing so much from what he had learned and experienced before the ice. You make a joke about being willing to let him experiment with you so he doesn’t have to find a random person to be comfortable with. He asks if you’re serious or not and you realize that you may have been joking a few seconds ago but now you’re painfully certain.
Long story short, you end up jerking him off while sitting on his thigh. He pants and moans and you suddenly have the first avenger turning to putty in your hands. His orgasm comes far early that he wants it to but you just whisper how happy you are that he felt comfortable with you. How happy you were to make him feel good.
And when asks about you, you just say that you both can worry about that next time as you go to wash your hands.
And then you two start experimenting with a fuck ton of kinks. Steve is just as eager to learn as you are to teach.
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Note: might actually write this now. kinda fell in love with the idea as I kept talking about it.
Something, something, something, Robby’s hesitance in relationships causes tension between him and reader while working at the Pitt, reader practically corners him and basically begs him to something because they’re going to lose it, every ounce of Robby’s self-restraint just absolutely shatters and the two have the nastiest, most desperate sex in the entire fucking world, something, something, something
summary - Whitaker's pretty looks earn him the attention of a nurse. That nurse will do anything to get him to see what they do.
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Dennis Whitaker may have been the prettiest boy I'd ever seen.
His sad eyes and just almost curly hair was enough to draw me in the moment I met him.
I tried to ignore it. The way my heart sped up whenever I saw him. The pride that swelled in my chest when he got nervous and flustered around me. The desperate need I had to be soft and gentle with him even before we got together.
He was... distracting. To put it simply.
He kissed me first.
It had been a long day for both of us. He very kindly walked me to my car afterward. I then offered to give him a ride home because Santos was not willing to wait around after such a long day. Couldn't blame her.
Dennis waited patiently for me to grab my keys out of my bag. Well, I thought he was patient. It turns out he was actually not patient at all. He was just waiting until I looked at him again so he could jump forward and basically slam his lips onto mine.
I still remember the few seconds of shock before I kissed back. The way he moved forward and basically corralled me against the side of my car. His hands on the sides of my face, his little inhales between each motion, the way his hair felt in between my fingers. He whispered an apology for the harshness. I whispered that I didn't mind.
Once we managed to get into my car, we ended up sitting in the employee parking lot, making out like teenagers for like twenty minutes before I finally drove him home.
Everything after that felt natural. I never put much thought into the concept of soulmates before but after? I felt stupid for ever questioning the concept.
The only thing that didn't feel natural was how Dennis saw himself.
He never saw himself the way I did. He refused to. I called him pretty, gorgeous, beautiful. All of them were met with a nervous laugh, a blush, and a denial.
Which is what led us here. Dennis, naked, back to my chest, leaning back on his hands. We were both sat on the carpeted floor just in front of my full-length mirror. His chest was heaving, face flushed.
And, the most important part of all, my hand was wrapped around his cock.
"You're so pretty," I mumbled almost directly into his ear. Dennis whined, seemingly too caught up in the pleasure of it all to do much more. I pouted a little, slowing my hand. "I don't get why you don't believe me."
He seemed to panic. "I do! I do believe you, I promise!"
We had been here for ages. I wasn't trying to be cruel, not really. I just wanted him to see what I did and when he didn't, I would slow down or stop touching him. Sometimes that meant leaving him right on the edge of an orgasm that he just couldn't reach.
But you could hardly call that cruelty. It was love.
"I don't know," I continued in a teasing voice. "You're just staring at my hand around your cock."
He was. He had been fixated on the sight since we started.
I wrapped my fingers in the hair on the back of his neck. He gasped as I tugged on it, forcing his eyes to the mirror across from him.
I smiled, my hand sped up again.
"Look at you," I cooed. "So pretty... can't you see it?"
"I- I see it! I see it! God, please don't stop..."
"Say it," I muttered, going to kiss his neck.
He whined when I found a sensitive spot on his neck. I grinned, sucking at the skin a little while longer before speaking up again.
"Say that you're pretty. I wanna see you look in the mirror and say you're my pretty boy."
"I- I- holy shit!" his hips rolled up into my hand as he moaned at me, sucking at the skin of his neck again. His eyes rolled back for a second, head threatening to tilt back if it weren't for the grip I had on his hair. I hummed.
"Come on, Dennis," I said quietly. "One sentence and I'll let you cum. I promise."
He moaned again before forcing his eyes open again. "I'm your pretty boy."
"Yes, you are," I praised, speeding my hand up as I did so. His hips continued fucking into my fist.
I felt a special kind of joy spreading in my chest. I leaned over, pressing kisses to his cheek and his jaw and his neck. That little sensitive spot just below his ear. He shuddered as I did so. I should've left marks, but I didn't want anyone else to even think about him in the way I had him.
"Come on, baby," I murmured, moaning against his skin at the desperate sounds he was letting out. "Wanna see you let go. Wanna see you feel good."
"Fuck..."
"I know, baby," I cooed. "Feels good, huh? Real good?"
He nodded. "S-So good- shit!"
"Let go, baby," I moved even closer, making sure there was no distance between our bodies. "Make a mess for me. Do it! I want it! I want it so bad, baby."
Dennis's moans were broken and shattered as his hips thrusted up a few more times. Messy, uneven. Cum shot out of his cock, coating his stomach and my hand. I let out a little laugh at how much he came.
"Such a good boy," I praised, hand still moving. "Such a good, pretty boy."
He was whining, arms starting to shake from holding himself up. "Oh my- Fuck, wait, wait, please! It's too much."
"I'm sorry, baby," I whispered, pulling my hand off his cock.
I looked down at the mess he made.
I dragged my finger up his torso, collecting his cum on the digit. I smiled at him as I lifted my hand to my mouth, humming as I cleaned it off.
"Holy shit," he gasped out, face still flushed and breathing still rapid.
"I love you, baby," I replied. I kissed his cheek. "Love my pretty boy."
"I love you too," he muttered, leaning into me a little further.
I took pride in how he didn't shy away from the comment or try to deny it. He just accepted it, letting it sit in the air between us.
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Dennis Whitaker:
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Whitaker's pretty looks earn him the attention of a nurse. That nurse will do anything to get him to see what they do.
