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[mayhemi]

Hear me out.. clingy dex that genuinely hangs on to you as if attached at the hip like anytime you leave a room no matter what time it is, could be in the middle of the night, he simply will just follow you around like a dog just waiting for you to turn your attention to him 🙂‍↕️

dex is so clingy you can't convince me otherwise.

he's like a newborn puppy in the way he follows you literally everywhere. he just finds so much comfort in being with you, having his eyes on you at all times.

like when you get up in the middle of the night to get water. you stir awake and already feel the heavy weight of his body draped over yours, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. you literally have to maneuver your way out from underneath him, receiving a few sleepy groans from him in return.

you think he slept through you pushing his body off of yours, padding to the kitchen and fixing yourself a glass of water, standing in the silence to drink it when you suddenly hear his voice behind you. "why'd you leave?" of course, a large man suddenly appearing behind you scares the shit out of you.

you jump, turning around and seeing his puppy-like expression, standing there in just his boxers looking like you just abandoned him on the side of the road. you really don't know how he manages to make you feel so guilty for something as simple as getting up during the night.

"jesus, dex..." you sigh deeply, voice coated in exhaustion. "jus' had to get water, baby" you coo at him, not wanting to upset him even more than you have.

his eyebrows furrow in response, "could've woken me up..." he reaches out for you, interlacing his warm fingers with yours. he knows damn well he was drooling all over your tits not even 10 minutes ago, he probably wouldn't have let you leave the bed if you woke him up.

+ he loooves watching you shower, not even really in a sexual way. just loves keeping his lovesick gaze on you while you wash your hair, shave your legs, anything. he's enamored. it's so comforting, you let him talk to you while you scrub at your body, sometimes even let him hold your hand.

© mayhemi | all rights reserved.

a/n: love clingy dex i want to write for this infinitely

[blushandfics]

WITHOUT YOU ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱

you were late.

he doesn’t check the clock — doesn’t have to. he knows the rhythm of your nights better than his own pulse. the soft scrape of the fire escape, the two flickers of your hallway lamp before it steadies. the shape of your shadow under the door, the tiny pause you always take before unlocking it. it’s embarrassing how well he knows. domestic. stupid. but he knows.

tonight, nothing. no flicker. no squeak. the apartment stays still. he tells himself it’s fine. that you only lost track of time, that maybe the train ran late. but he knows gotham too well — and worse, he knows you: soft‑hearted to a fault, stubborn in ways you don’t even see.

he tried to find you first. streets you cut through when it’s late, alleys near the store where you buy cat food, the back entrance of that diner you like when you can’t sleep. even checked the tracker— the one you teased and slightly fussed at him about because you swore you could take care of yourself— but the signal was dead.

so he ended up here. boots dripping rain on your thrift store rug, cape hanging heavy around his shoulders. the water pools, dark stains blooming into the worn fabric you picked out last spring. everything smells damp.

the apartment feels smaller without you in it. still. too still. your plants by the window, chipped mug half full on the table, your keys in the little ceramic dish. everything here but you.

he’s been here longer than he’ll ever admit. waiting, pacing, scanning for anything— a note, a text left open on your phone, something to tell him why you’re not home at the time you always are.

batman doesn’t panic. batman stays cold, focused. but bruce wayne, the part he keeps buried under the armor, feels it anyway. the panic biting under the calm, the what‑ifs playing out faster than he can stop them. gotham isn’t kind to soft things.

then he hears it.. footsteps in the hall, a familiar rustle against the door. his muscles tighten, he doesn’t let himself move yet, not until he’s sure.

the lock clicks and your silhouette fills the doorway— soaked hoodie, hair plastered to your face, your arms wrapped around something small and trembling. you look exhausted and out of breath, but alive.

he doesn’t realize he was holding his breath until it slips out, ragged. relief hits so hard it almost hurts. but relief never comes out gentle from him — it comes out sharp, rough.

you flinch when you see him, your eyes going wide— fear flashing across your face before it melts into something softer. “jesus, you scared me.”

“where were you?” it comes out harsher than he means and you shrink a little, shoulders curling in. he immediately hates himself for it, but the fear is still buzzing in his veins, and he can’t quite smooth it out.

“i—” you glance down at the kitten in your arms, gentle. “i was looking for him. he got out.” he steps closer, cape shifting around him, the shadows following.

“i waited,” he says, quieter now, but still edged. “you were gone longer than usual.” your brows knit, lashes dripping rainwater. “you… waited?”

he doesn’t answer to that. just looks — at the kitten, at your wet hair, at the faint tremor in your hands you probably don’t even notice “you shouldn’t go into places like that alone,” he grinds out. his jaw flexes, there’s more he wants to say.

“i know,” you murmur, voice thin. “i just… i couldn’t leave him.”

the rain outside fills the silence between you, soft and steady against the glass. your eyes meet his, something fragile and raw flickering there.

“next time,” he forces it out, voice cracking just enough to betray him. “call someone. don’t do that alone.”

“okay,” you breathe. quiet. barely there. the kitten mews, tucking closer into your chest. “you were really here the whole time?” you ask again, almost teasing, but your voice wavers at the end.

he hesitates. the truth sits heavy on his tongue. “yes.”

he doesn’t give you enough time for you to think about it before continuing. “go dry off,” he mutters, voice rough. “before you get sick.”

you nod, making your way to your bedroom. as you pass, you lean in just enough to press a small, fleeting kiss to the edge of his exposed cheek, barely brushing the damp cowl.

“thanks for caring, bat,” you whisper, soft and a little breathless.

you keep moving toward the bedroom without looking back.

he doesn’t say anything — just stands there, watching your shadow disappear down the hall. and for a moment, the apartment feels warm again… ♡

[tanchiffon]

reevesverse!bruce wayne who’s quite inexperienced due to fully committing to his batman alter ego, and also because he hasn’t gone out as bruce wayne in public for so long. but after you came into his life, things changed. at first, you couldn’t tell that he hasn’t done it in a while. until you saw his hands— those big, steady, lethal hands that could crush whatever came into contact with it without hesitation— were trembling. unsure of where to put them. unsure of what to do with all that… all he wants is to please you the most but at the same time he doesn’t want to mess it up, especially since it’s you. so he learns your body in the moment, concentrating on every little reaction so he can study what your body likes the most. steadying himself from thrusting too hard, too fast, careful not to hurt you despite every thought telling him to let go after all this time, to finally give into what he wants the most. fingers curling just right as his mouth sucks on your clit, looking up at you after very move to check your reaction. hands a little too stiff on your hips as he slowly guides himself in.

ー𖤍 𓆩 𝐈'𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆪 𖤍ー

[clawxmoon]

frank catches you staring in the middle of his workout

the hideout is never completely silent. there’s always the low hum of micro’s equipment somewhere in the background, the occasional click of keys from the next room, the rattle of old pipes and water leaking.

frank's too busy counting under his breath as he moves through another set of pushups, palms flat against the worn concrete floor, muscles shifting beneath the faded black shirt he’d abandoned halfway through the workout. now it’s tossed over the back of a chair, forgotten.

you tell yourself not to look.

he's moving through the pushups effortlessly. every rise and fall is measured. shoulders tense, forearms flexing, old scars catching your attention.

“you gonna keep staring, or you got something to say?” his voice cuts through the room.

heat climbs straight into your face. “I wasn’t staring.”

“yeah?"

“yeah, I wasn’t.”

frank pushes himself upright in a single motion and grabs the towel hanging off the chair, dragging it across the back of his neck. he chuckles under his breath, low and rough, and sits on the edge of the battered table. “you’re terrible at lyin', sweetheart."

frank reaches for the water bottle beside him and takes a drink without breaking eye contact. “what was so interesting?” he says eventually.

you blink, too stunned to speak. he lets the silence stretch and lets you sit in it. you lift your chin, trying to recover some dignity.

“I was just… making sure you weren’t overdoing it.”

he raises an eyebrow. “that’s your excuse?”

“yes.”

"yeah, okay, sure- whatever you say."

you clear your throat and make a show of looking around the room instead, as if the peeling paint on the walls has suddenly become interesting. your face feels warmer by the second, and you can only hope the dim lighting hides it.

he shakes his head once, the ghost of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth before he drops back into position on the floor.

“c'mere.”

you blink again. “what?”

“c'mon.”

you eye him suspiciously. “why?”

“need more weight.”

you laugh. “you’ve lost it.”

“get on my back.”

you stare at him for a second, waiting for the punchline but it never comes.

“you’re serious.”

“I don’ joke about no workouts.”

from the other room, micro calls without looking up from his screens. “he really doesn’t.”

you glance between them. “you’re telling me to… sit on you?”

frank plants his hands more firmly on the concrete “what, you deaf now?"

there’s enough certainty in his voice that, after another hesitant second, you step closer. carefully, awkwardly, you shift your weight onto his back, expecting him to wobble or complain. once you’re settled, he adjusts his stance by a fraction of an inch.

“comfortable?”

“frank, are you sure about this?”

“watch me, sweetheart."

he lowers himself in one swing and pushes right back up effortlessly. your eyes widen.

“no way.”

the movement is so controlled that you barely feel yourself rise and fall with him.

“you’re kidding.”

“counting’s easier than talking, doll” he replies between repetitions. you shake your head in disbelief as he keeps going, steady as ever.

“you’re making this look easy.”

“cause' it is.”

from behind the monitors comes an exaggerated sigh “I leave the room for five minutes,” micro mutters, “and we’re inventing new gym equipment.”

frank finally finishes the set and pushes himself upright one last time. “all right,” he says evenly. “hop off.”

the moment your shoes hit the floor, you feel it properly - the difference between being held steady and suddenly being on your own balance again. frank watches you for a second, expression steady again.

“next time,” he says, “you can try not starin' so obviously.”

your face warms immediately. “frank! I said I wasn’t-”

“oh, please." he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, bringing his hand up to massage in-between his eyebrows. “it’s distractin'.”

you go still for a second, confused. “me?”

“yeah,” he says simply, picking up his shirt from the chair and tugging it on. “you.”

frank reaches the sink, turns it on, and leans forward slightly as he splashes water over his face. his shoulders are still relaxed, like he didn’t just shift something in the air between you. like he doesn’t feel it lingering at all. he turns off the tap, wipes his hands on the towel, and without looking back once, heads out of the room.

the door clicks shut behind him.

only then do you exhale properly, staring at the empty space he just left behind like it’s malfunctioning.

your face is warm and you press your fingertips briefly against your cheek like that might fix it, even though it absolutely doesn’t. you glance down at the floor, shaking your head to yourself, but the small, betrayed smile on your mouth doesn’t go away.

[dexdiaries]

dex knows full well you're not on birth control, but the urge to take you raw always, always plagues him. he has to have it, he has to take you whenever, however he wants. you're both careful enough and there's been no mishaps thus far...

that is until one night, dex is so so close you can feel it and without a second thought you're caging your legs around his waist, locking your ankles together and moaning so loud you're practically begging him to cum right then and there.

his brows pull together and he's gasping, taking you deeper and harder, whimpering and pawing at your legs to release him so he can cum on your pretty tummy.

but that's not what you want. you're arching your back off the mattress, panting, gripping at dex's waist. pleading eyes just begging him to fill you up.

you both know he's physically strong enough to pull away, but he's so irrevocably obsessed with you that all he can truly think about is pumping you so full of his cum you're overflowing with it. he's desperate now to fuck a baby into your belly, growling as he gives in and crowds your body with his and hitting impossibly deeper forcing you to scream his name as you come around him.

he's biting you, hard, groaning into your skin as he fills your cunt full of his cum. "this what you want, hm?" he's mumbling into your neck. "will fill you up, baby, much as you want." within minutes he's already semi-hard again and rocking into you, filthy noises echoing in your bedroom.

this was inspired by a shane maguire ask on another page awhile ago but i lowkey lost it

[clawxmoon]

18+

you heard frank's belt slipping free from its loops with a soft click. the leather wrapped around your wrists once, twice... then he lifted them above your head and fastened them to the bedframe. you could feel his weight settle onto the mattress beside you as he loomed over you. his gaze dropped to your lips for half a second before dragging lower.

he shifted, one knee pressing between your legs as he leaned down - close enough that his breath ghosted over your mouth. frank cupped the side of your face with his rough palm, thumb brushing along your cheekbone. one hand stayed at your jaw while the other slid under your shirt, your warm soft skin meeting his calloused fingers as they traced upward slowly.

the kiss deepened, his tongue slipping past your lips, exploring every part of you. when his hand reached the clasp of your bra, he paused for half a second just to watch you breathe. your chest rose fast under him, your pupils were blown out, lips red and puffy.

his muscular thigh slid firmly between yours, adding pressure as he adjusted his position. each grind sent a pulse straight to your core. just enough to make you squirm and whimper into the kiss. the belt clicked again - this time, he released it. without a word, frank guided you onto your stomach. the mattress dipped under his weight as he repositioned himself behind you.

your arms were gently but firmly pulled back by him - wrists crossed at the small of your back. the leather came around you again, tightening just enough to secure without chafing. he tied it neatly and tested its hold with a slight tug.

one hand hooked into the remaining fabric at your waist and slowly peeled it down past thighs without rushing. frank exhaled sharply through his nose as he aligned himself. his cock - thick with a slight upward curve at the base - pressed against your entrance, warm and heavy from arousal. his other hand gripped your hip hard enough to leave faint fingerprints.

your body resisted instinctively because of his size and frank paused immediately when he felt you tighten around him. then slowly he pushed another inch inside as your walls fluttered around him.

frank’s jaw clenched, his breath coming deeper now. every nerve in his cock lit up at the sensation; warmth and pressure surrounding him. his forearm flexed where it braced beside you - veins standing out slightly as he fought to keep steady instead of thrusting forward all at once.

your body arched the moment he fully sheathed himself inside you as pure sensation overwhelmed your nerves. eyes fluttered shut, then rolled back slightly, the pupils swallowing all color as a silent gasp escaped your lips. every muscle in your core clenched instinctively because of how full you felt. stretched beyond anything gentle, filled completely by his size and heat.

his voice dropped lower - thick with something darker than desire. the next thrust was deeper, harder, making you gasp as his hips snapped forward sharply. then he leaned in again, lips grazing your ear like a threat.

"gonna make you scream my name til' I'm done."

[cyber333angel]

stepdad!dex and ovulating!reader..

being extra needy and insatiable for him that one week in the month, just constantly on him and wanting to touch him :((. literally being as close as you can be whenever you see him, mumbling “daddy..” as you follow him around like a puppy with your arm locked around his bicep. looking up at him through your lashes on the couch as he looks for something to watch with his needy girl, offering you a kiss on the head every so often but you want more. wanting to taste him, wanting to be in his skin.

doesn’t take long for you to start pawing at his dick, rubbing your manicured fingers over his sweat pants in want. delivering kisses all over his stubbly jaw and he only gives you a look, going back to what he was doing and not giving you the satisfaction of giving in. your stepdad wants you to use your manners, wants to hear a “please” and “thank you” no matter how sensitive you are at the moment.—frustrated at him ignoring you, you climb on top of him to start humping his thigh pathetically, whining for his attention, “please daddy i want you to touch me.. did you hear i said please..? im being a good girl.”

and dex can’t help but smile at that, you did say please after all.. and he rewards you by letting you cum on his fingers, a sticky mess all over his hand and again as you bounce on his cock drunkenly. slamming your hips down on his thick length eagerly as if it’s the last time you’ll see your stepfather. and even that isn’t enough for you, despite him eating you out before dinner and when he let you suck his dick till he could barely stand to cum anymore. “okay okay-i get it alright? I don’t have anymore in me right now sweetheart, you have to calm down.” dex huffed with a half chuckle of amusement half of exhaustion, caressing your face so you have at least some part of him touching you. “don’t start pouting, I told you about that.” dex warns, seeing your eyes starting to water just ready to cry, glossy lips still wet after swallowing him nd trembling from not getting what you want. “you’re fine. is it already that time of the month? by next week my sweet girl will be such a moody little brat?” he’d tease.

you can’t help but touch yourself in bed later that night. thinking of him running his cock through your slippery folds cos you miss your daddy so much even though you just saw him an hour ago before he told you it was bed time. and for the rest of the week you continue to be a little nymph towards the older man, almost getting caught by your mom from your antics and getting a painful spank from dex as a result. :(

much to your “surprise”, you start your period a couple days after.

[slutdier]

❝ 𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑰𝑵 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝒀 ❞

part of the 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 au

jocks!steve & bucky x fem!tutor!reader

summary : After an intense night of being thoroughly shared and wrecked by Steve and Bucky in your tiny dorm bed, you shyly admit your fantasy of watching your two boyfriends together. What starts as an awkward, hilarious first kiss between the lifelong best friends quickly turns hungry and passionate.

word count : 4,4k

warnings 18+ : no use of y/n, MMF threesome, bisexual exploration and male/male kissing, heavy dirty talk, cum play, creampie, fingering, possessiveness, multiple orgasms, graphic descriptions of sex, bodily fluids, consensual boundary pushing, teasing, sexual experimentation, unprotected sex

author’s note : after a month long break and even more months of talking about it… OUR BOYS ARE BACKKKKKK 🎉🎉🎉🎉 extra credit is genuinely my baby and I will NEVER get tired of talking about it or writing it!! I’m so sorry this took so long, thank you all for being so patient with me <33 ANDDDD before I forget… you can expect nat to join the chaos very soon 👀

The room smelled like sex, sweat and the faint mix of Steve’s cedarwood body wash and Bucky’s spiced cologne. Your cramped dorm bed, barely big enough for one person let alone three, was completely wrecked.

The cheap university-issued sheets were twisted into a damp knot beneath you, clinging to every sticky inch of skin. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with the unmistakable musk of multiple rounds of rough, desperate fucking. A single string of fairy lights you’d strung up earlier in the semester cast a soft golden glow over the mess: discarded clothes scattered across the floor, Steve’s oversized hoodie tangled with Bucky’s leather jacket, your soaked panties dangling from the desk chair.

You lay sprawled on your back in the middle, chest still heaving as you came down from the high of your last orgasm. Your thighs trembled faintly, muscles sore in the best way and you could feel the warm, slow trickle of their combined release leaking out of you onto the ruined sheets.

Steve was glued to your left side, his massive, muscular frame taking up more than half the tiny mattress. His broad chest pressed against your arm, one thick arm draped heavily across your waist, fingers lazily tracing little hearts on the curve of your hip. His blond hair was a sweaty mess, sticking to his forehead and his baby-blue eyes were half-lidded with satisfaction.

Bucky claimed your right side like he owned it, one thick, powerful thigh thrown possessively over both of your legs, pinning you in place. His fingers rested just below your navel, right above where you were still tender, swollen and leaking their mess.

“Fuck, baby,” Bucky murmured, his voice gravel-rough and low against your ear, lips brushing the sensitive shell. “You took us so goddamn well tonight. Like you were made for it. That tight little pussy squeezed us both so perfect… swallowing every inch, every drop. Greedy girl.”

You hummed happily, too blissed out for full sentences. Your body felt deliciously used, thighs sticky with drying cum, lips swollen from kissing and sucking, neck and breasts covered in little love bites and fingerprints. Steve nuzzled into your hair, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, his breath warm and steady.

“You still with us, sweetheart?” Steve asked, voice warm and gentle, the same tone he used when he watched you study for exams during the late nights in the dorm. He nuzzled into your hair and pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

“Mhm.” You smiled lazily, tilting your head to kiss the sharp line of his jaw. Then you turned the other way, catching Bucky’s mouth in a slow, lazy kiss. His tongue slid against yours, unhurried now, tasting like sin and the faint hint of the cheap whiskey the three of you had shared earlier. They both smelled like sex and you. The realization made something warm and possessive bloom deep in your chest.

For a while, only the sound of your combined breathing and the occasional wet shift of sweaty skin filled the small dorm room. The ceiling fan spun uselessly overhead, doing nothing to cut through the thick, filthy atmosphere. Outside, the distant sounds of a Friday night party echoed from another floor, laughter, bass-heavy music but in here, the world had narrowed to just the three of you.

That’s when the thought bubbled up, unbidden but insistent after weeks of watching them together, playful wrestling in the quad, shared glances, the easy intimacy of two men who had known each other since forever.

You trailed your fingers down Steve’s broad, sculpted chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart, then over to Bucky’s side, tracing the raised lines of old scars from a motorcycle accident he’d told you about once. Your voice came out soft, a little shy but curious. “You two… Have you ever… done anything together? Just the two of you?”

The silence was immediate and heavy.

Steve’s hand froze on your hip. Bucky lifted his head, arm shifting as his sharp blue eyes narrowed slightly, studying your face.

“Together?” Bucky echoed carefully, voice still husky from earlier moans.

“Yeah. Like… sexually,” you admitted, cheeks warming even after everything you’d just done. “I was just curious. You’re so close. It’s hot to think about sometimes.”

Steve let out a low, surprised chuckle that vibrated through his chest. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with a mix of amusement and something darker flickering in his gaze. “Baby, no. Never. We’ve been best friends since we were awkward freshmen sharing a shoebox room in the dorms. Not like that. Though I gotta admit… the way you’re looking at us right now is making me wonder what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

“Fuck no,” Bucky agreed, but his thigh tightened possessively over yours, pressing you deeper into the mattress. His fingers drifted lower, teasing through the mess between your legs, spreading it lazily. “Steve’s basically my brother. We’ve never crossed that line. We’ve shared a lot- food, clothes, even girls back in sophomore year- but never each other. Why, tutor girl? You got a dirty little fantasy brewing?”

You bit your lip, squirming under their combined attention. The casual way Bucky’s fingers kept playing with their cum, pushing some of it back inside you, made heat pool low in your belly again. “I don’t know… you’re both so you. Big, strong, protective. And you’re both mine now. It just popped into my head. Watching you two wrestle on the couch last weekend… the way you pin each other down. It made me think about what it would look like if you pinned each other for… other reasons.”

Steve’s hand slid up to cup your breast, thumb brushing lazily over your sensitive nipple. “You want to watch us together… or do you want us to try it right here, with you between us?” His voice had dropped, low and rough. “Be honest, sweetheart. No judgment. Not after what we just did to you in this tiny bed.”

Bucky smirked against your neck, nipping at a fresh hickey he’d left earlier. “You imagining me on my knees for golden boy here? Or Stevie bending me over your desk while you watch and touch yourself?” His fingers pressed deeper, two of them sliding into your slick, used cunt with obscene ease, curling just right. “Because I gotta say… the idea of making you lose your mind while we figure it out is kinda doing it for me.”

You gasped, hips twitching. “Maybe… all of it. I just think it would be so fucking hot. You two are already so in sync when you’re inside me. The way you coordinate, like you can read each other’s minds. Imagine if that extended to… touching. Kissing. More.”

Steve groaned softly, his cock twitching against your thigh where it was already starting to harden again. “Jesus, baby. You really are filthy under all those good-girl study sessions.” He leaned in, kissing you deep and slow, tongue claiming your mouth while Bucky’s fingers continued their lazy thrusting. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark. “We’ve never done it. But for you? I’d consider it. Only if Buck’s on board.”

Bucky’s smirk widened into something predatory. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to your lips, letting you taste the three of you mixed together. “You want a show, doll? Want to see your boys cross that line for the first time while you’re still dripping our cum?” He glanced over at Steve, the look between them charged now, testing. “What do you say, punk? Think you could handle my mouth on that big dick of yours while our girl watches?”

Steve’s breath hitched, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, his hand tightened on your waist. “Only if you can take it as good as she does, jerk.” He looked back down at you, voice rough with fresh arousal. “This what you wanted, sweetheart? To turn your innocent curiosity into us ruining each other while we ruin you all over again?”

You nodded eagerly, heart racing as the energy in the room shifted from satisfied afterglow into something even filthier. “Yes. Please. I want to see it. I want to be part of it.”

Bucky chuckled darkly, already moving, his metal hand guiding your thigh wider. “Then spread those legs wider, baby. We’re just getting started. College is for experimenting, right?”

The three of you tangled together again, laughter mixing with moans as hands began to wander between all three bodies, boundaries blurring under the glow of the fairy lights. The wrecked dorm bed creaked beneath you, and the night was far from over.

You reached up cupping both their jaws, Steve’s smooth, strong jaw on one side, Bucky’s stubbled one on the other. Your voice came out breathy and sweet, eyes wide with lust and affection.

“I want to see you kiss.”

The air in the tiny dorm room went electric, thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and the faint laundry detergent from the sheets they’d wrecked hours ago.

Steve’s eyebrows shot up for half a second, but then that golden-boy smirk spread across his face, slow and cocky as hell. He leaned down, brushing a thumb over your bottom lip. “Oh yeah? You wanna see us kiss, sweetheart? Thought you’d never ask.” His baby blues sparkled with confidence, the same one that made half the campus swoon during his games.

Bucky let out a low, filthy chuckle right beside him, fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip. “Fuck, doll. Been waiting for you to say that. You think we’re just gonna be all shy about it? Nah. We’ll give you a show. Make it real pretty for our greedy little tutor.” He winked, voice dripping with that Brooklyn swagger, like he’d been planning this for weeks instead of hearing it for the first time.

You bit your lip, thighs pressing together at their sudden bravado. “Yeah? You’re both so sure?”

“Baby,” Steve drawled, already shifting higher on his knees, chest puffed out, “we’ve been through worse than a kiss. This is gonna be hot. You’re about to see why they call us the dream team.” He shot Bucky a look, all challenge and heat.

Bucky grinned, sharp and predatory, crawling closer until their shoulders bumped. “Damn right. C’mere, punk. Let’s give our girl what she wants.”

They leaned in like they owned the moment, cocky, sure, mouths hovering with that practiced ease they used on you. You held your breath, pussy still fluttering from the way they’d tag-teamed you earlier, bodies buzzing with anticipation.

But the second their lips actually met…

Steve pulled back first, blinking hard. “Wait- shit. That felt… weird.”

Bucky jerked away too, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wide. “Jesus, what did you put on your lips?”

Steve blinked with a confused little laugh, still half-leaning over you. “Wha- I used one of her lip balms earlier. My lips were chappy after that long practice in the wind, alright? It’s just strawberry-”

“Dude,” Bucky groaned, making a face like he’d bitten into a lemon. He wiped his mouth again, dramatically. “Strawberries and regret, Rogers. What the hell? Tastes like you made out with a fruit salad and then rolled around in her vanilla body spray. This is weird as shit.”

Steve’s cheeks flushed bright pink under his messy blond hair. He rubbed the back of his neck, that cocky grin completely gone. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad. You’ve eaten worse things off my plate in the dining hall. Remember that tuna melt incident sophomore year?”

You giggled beneath them, the sound bubbling up despite the ache between your legs. They looked so big and ridiculous up there- two massive, naked guys suddenly awkward as teenagers.

Bucky groaned, dramatic as ever, dropping his forehead to Steve’s shoulder for a second. “This is your fault, doll. We were cocky two seconds ago and now I feel like I’m kissing my damn brother. Or worse.”

Steve shoved him lightly, but he was laughing too, the sound warm and boyish. “You’re one to talk, Buck. Your stubble’s like sandpaper. And you still taste like that cheap whiskey from the party earlier. We’re really doing this?”

You stroked their thighs, heart melting and core throbbing at the same time. “You two are the cutest idiots alive. Please? Try again? For me?”

Bucky sighed, long and theatrical, but his cock was already twitching back to life against your thigh. “Fine. But only because you look at us like that. And you’re buying us breakfast tomorrow. The good diner, not the crappy campus one.”

Steve nodded, still pink-cheeked but determined. “Yeah. For her.”

The second attempt was pure comedy. Noses bumped. Bucky tilted left when Steve went right. Their lips barely brushed before both men pulled away again, muttering curses.

“Fuck, that was worse than the time we tried double-teaming that chem lab project,” Bucky complained, wiping his mouth.

“You kiss like you’re afraid of commitment, Barnes,” Steve shot back, but his ears were red. “All teeth and no game.”

You were laughing so hard tears pricked your eyes, but your hand had slipped between your legs without thinking, rubbing slow circles over your swollen clit at the sight of them, flustered, naked, bickering like an old married couple while their bodies stayed hard and ready for you.

“Third time’s the charm?” you whispered, voice husky. “I’ll make it so worth it. That tiny black skirt you both like… no panties… all weekend.”

That got their attention. Bucky’s eyes darkened. “You drive a hard bargain, minx.”

This time they committed. Steve cupped the back of Bucky’s neck, firm and steady, and pulled him in. Their mouths met properly, soft at first, testing. Then Steve tilted his head, deepening it with a surprised, low groan that went straight to your pussy. Bucky made a wrecked noise in his throat and pushed forward, fingers digging into Steve’s broad shoulder.

It turned hungry fast. Tongues slid together, wet and exploratory, the obscene sound of lips smacking and heavy breathing filling the cramped dorm room. Steve’s hand landed on your stomach, warm and possessive, thumb stroking your skin as he kissed his best friend like he was starving. Bucky’s free hand found your breast, pinching your nipple just right while his mouth stayed locked with Steve’s.

You whimpered loudly, fingers speeding up on your clit.

That flipped the switch completely.

The awkwardness burned away in the heat. They kissed harder above you, chests brushing, muscles flexing and gleaming with sweat. Bucky’s hand trailed lower, thick fingers sliding through the cum still leaking from your well-fucked pussy, pushing two inside you easily alongside Steve’s. Steve broke the kiss just long enough to growl against Bucky’s lips, “She’s clenching so fucking hard already. Our dirty girl loves this.”

Bucky laughed breathlessly into Steve’s mouth, nipping his bottom lip hard enough to make Steve hiss. “Told you she was filthy. Look at her- rubbing that pretty clit while we make out like horny idiots.” He stroked deeper, curling his fingers just right while Steve’s thumb found your clit, taking over with slow, perfect pressure.

You moaned, arching up, free hand reaching to wrap around Steve’s thick cock. It was fully hard again, heavy and hot in your palm. Bucky noticed and grinned wickedly against Steve’s lips. “She wants more, punk. Touch me while you kiss me. Give her the full show.”

Steve didn’t hesitate this time. His big hand wrapped around Bucky’s cock, stroking him in time with the fingers fucking you. The three of you moved together, messy, filthy, perfect. Their kisses grew sloppy, tongues visibly tangling, spit-slick lips shining under the cheap dorm lamp. Every moan they shared vibrated through their bodies and into yours.

“Fuck, your hand feels different,” Bucky muttered, hips rocking forward into Steve’s grip. “Bigger. Rougher.”

“Don’t sound so surprised, jerk,” Steve replied, voice wrecked as he kissed him deeper, tongue fucking into Bucky’s mouth while his fingers scissored inside you. “You’re leaking all over my fist. She’s got us both so worked up.”

You came the first time like that, shaking, crying out their names as their combined fingers and the sight of them devouring each other sent you flying. They didn’t stop kissing through it, only slowing their hands to work you through the aftershocks, trading soft, lingering pecks mixed with filthy whispers.

When you came down, they were both staring at you with matching expressions: soft affection mixed with raw hunger.

“Best fucking girlfriend in the world,” Steve murmured, leaning down to kiss your forehead, then your lips, tasting like Bucky.

Bucky kissed you next, deeper, then pulled Steve back in for another slow, exploratory kiss right above your face. “She’s still dripping. Think she wants round two of the show while we fuck her again?”

You nodded frantically, glowing. “Kiss each other the whole time. I want to feel it when you do.”

They obliged. Steve slid back inside your pussy first, thick and perfect, stretching you open with a shared groan. Bucky positioned himself behind Steve, one hand on Steve’s hip, the other reaching around to stroke you where you were joined. But they kept kissing, messy, open-mouthed, tongues sliding as Steve started thrusting slow and deep.

The dorm bed creaked under all three of you. Bucky’s cock rubbed against Steve’s ass and your thigh with every movement, leaving wet streaks. Their moans mixed, Steve’s deep and rumbling, Bucky’s rough and edged with that Brooklyn accent. Every time their tongues met, Steve’s hips snapped harder, driving you closer to the edge again.

“God, she’s so tight when we do this,” Steve panted against Bucky’s mouth. “Feel her, Buck- put your fingers in with me.”

Bucky did, stretching you even fuller while they made out sloppily above you. You came a second time, vision whiting out, clenching around both of them as their kisses turned almost violent with need.

They kept going like that for what felt like hours, switching positions, trading who was inside you, but never stopping the kisses for long. Bucky fucked you from behind while Steve knelt in front, feeding you his cock and kissing Bucky over your shoulder. Then Steve took you missionary again, Bucky straddling your chest so you could suck him while they leaned in and kissed each other right above your face, spit and moans raining down.

Filthy comments kept spilling out between kisses:

“His mouth is actually fucking addictive,” Bucky admitted, laughing breathlessly as Steve sucked on his tongue.

“Told you I was good at everything, asshole,” Steve shot back, then bit Bucky’s lip and made him moan loud enough to probably wake the neighbors.

You lost count of your orgasms. By the end, all three of you were a sweaty, cum-covered mess tangled in the sheets. Steve and Bucky finally collapsed on either side of you, still trading lazy, soft kisses across your body, your breasts, your neck, your lips before meeting in the middle again just because you asked.

“Love you idiots so much,” you whispered, voice hoarse and happy.

Bucky nuzzled into your neck, then kissed Steve once more, slow and sweet this time. “Love you more, doll. Even if kissing this punk still feels kinda weird in the best way.”

Steve smiled, soft and sated, pulling both of you closer. “Worth every awkward second. Round three?”

You grinned. “Only if you keep kissing.”

The three of you eventually collapsed again in a sweaty, sticky pile, still buzzing with endorphins and laughter. The tiny dorm bed creaked under your combined weight as Steve reluctantly untangled himself to grab water bottles from your mini-fridge. Bucky stayed behind, lazily stroking his fingers up and down your thigh, tracing little patterns through the mess still leaking out of you.

When Steve came back, balancing three bottles, he bumped clumsily into the edge of the bed and knocked over a small cardboard box you’d stashed underneath weeks ago. A couple of worn, well-loved magazines spilled out across the floor.

You sat up on your elbows, eyes widening. “Wait… you still have those?”

Bucky glanced over and barked out a loud laugh, throwing his head back. “Shit. Our old Playboy collection. I thought we lost those during the move. Looks like they found a new home under our girl’s bed.”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, equal parts embarrassed and amused, his cheeks flushing that adorable pink again. “We were like nineteen and horny as hell, okay? Don’t judge us, sweetheart. It was before you tamed us.”

You reached down and picked one up, flipping it open with shaky fingers. The glossy pages showed beautiful, barely-dressed women in seductive poses, lacy lingerie barely covering full breasts, long legs spread teasingly, sultry eyes staring back at the camera. You bit your lip hard, flipping slowly. Your thighs pressed together as fresh heat pooled low in your belly, your sore, used pussy giving a needy little throb.

Bucky noticed immediately, his sharp eyes narrowing with delight. “Ohhh, look at that face. You getting wet again already, baby? Just from looking at pretty girls?”

Steve leaned in closer from your other side, voice low and teasing as he handed you a water bottle. “You like looking at pretty girls, sweetheart? Didn’t know our innocent little tutor had a secret thing for soft curves and lace. That’s cute as hell.”

“I- I just…” You turned another page, cheeks burning hot. The model on this spread was gorgeous, voluptuous hips, perfect tits barely contained by sheer fabric, lips parted like she was mid-moan. Your nipples tightened and you shifted restlessly. “They’re really pretty. Like… really pretty.”

Bucky grinned, propping his chin on your shoulder so he could look at the magazine with you, his breath hot against your ear. “You ever think about doing anything with a girl? Like… Nat, maybe? She’s always in those tight little tank tops when you two study. Bet she’d look real good between your thighs.”

Your head snapped up. “Bucky!”

Steve chuckled warmly, sliding back onto the bed and caging you in from the other side, one massive arm wrapping around your waist. “Come on, don’t get shy now, baby. You just made us kiss like horny teenagers. Fair’s fair. You ever thought about Nat like that? She’s hot as hell. We’ve seen the way you two giggle and whisper during those late-night study sessions.”

You hid your face in your hands, but you were smiling, thighs rubbing together as slick heat continued to build. “You two are the worst. I can’t believe you’re teasing me about this after what I just watched you do. You were literally making out while fingering me.”

Bucky gently pulled your hands away, kissing your knuckles with surprising sweetness before nipping at one. “Hey, we’re not complaining at all. You look so fucking cute all flustered and turned on. Your nipples are so hard right now. Keep looking if you want, doll. We’ll watch. Hell, we’ll help.”

Steve’s big, warm hand slid up your inner thigh, spreading your legs a little wider as he kissed your temple. “Or tell us what you’re thinking about while you flip through those pages, sweetheart. We can make it part of the lesson. Tell us which girl is making that pretty pussy clench.”

You peeked at them through your fingers, still sticky and sore but undeniably, shamefully aroused again. The sight of your two naked, flushed, muscular boyfriends, cocks half-hard against their thighs, looking at you like you were the center of their universe, combined with the glossy, filthy magazines in your lap made your head spin.

“Maybe… I’ve thought about it a little,” you admitted quietly, voice trembling as you flipped to the next page. This model was on her knees, ass up, looking back over her shoulder. You whimpered softly. “Not Nat specifically, but… girls are so pretty. Their bodies are so soft and curvy. I wonder what it would feel like to… touch.”

Bucky’s grin turned wicked and hungry. He reached over and turned the page for you, revealing a stunning redhead with her legs spread wide. “That’s our girl. Always full of filthy little surprises. Look at you getting worked up. Your thighs are shaking, baby.”

Steve’s fingers teased higher, brushing lightly over your swollen, leaking folds. “You’re soaked again just from looking at tits and pussy. That’s so fucking hot, sweetheart. You want to touch a girl’s soft tits while we watch? Or maybe you want one to sit on your face while we fuck you?”

You moaned quietly, hips twitching toward Steve’s hand as you kept flipping pages, eyes glued to the images. Bucky leaned in and sucked a mark onto your neck while his metal hand cupped one of your breasts, rolling your nipple.

“Tell us more,” Bucky murmured against your skin, voice dripping with teasing amusement. “Which one’s your favorite? The blonde with the big tits? Or the brunette who looks like she’d eat you out real slow and sweet?”

“I… I like the way they look so confident,” you breathed, voice getting higher and needier. Another page. Another gorgeous woman touching herself. Your clit was throbbing. “They’re so sexy. I feel all warm and tingly just looking…”

Steve chuckled darkly, sliding two thick fingers back inside your messy cunt, curling them perfectly. “Listen to you. Our innocent tutor is dripping down my hand because of some magazine tits. You ever watch girl-on-girl porn, baby? Bet that would really get you going.”

You whimpered loudly, clenching hard around his fingers as you turned another page with shaky hands. The images were blurring together now, lips, curves, fingers disappearing between thighs. You were so worked up you could barely think straight.

“I… I don’t even watch normal porn,” you confessed in a tiny, embarrassed voice, cheeks flaming.

The room went quiet for half a second.

Bucky pulled back, eyes wide with genuine surprise before a massive, predatory grin split his face. “Oh shit… yeah, I forgot. Our sweet little good-girl doesn’t even watch porn. Fuck, that’s adorable and so goddamn hot.”

Steve’s fingers stilled inside you for a moment, then started moving again, slower and deeper, his voice dropping into a rough growl. “You serious, sweetheart? You get this worked up just from looking at magazines and making us kiss? No porn at all?”

You nodded frantically, biting your lip hard as another wave of heat crashed through you. Your hips rocked shamelessly against Steve’s hand, chasing the pleasure while your eyes stayed glued to the magazine in your lap. The latest page showed two women tangled together, lips locked, hands exploring soft curves. A broken whimper slipped out of you.

“I’ve never… needed it,” you admitted breathlessly, voice high and shaky. “I just… get like this with you two. And now… with them. They’re so soft and pretty and- ah!”

Bucky laughed low and filthy, nipping at your earlobe while his fingers joined Steve’s between your legs. Circling your swollen clit with perfect pressure. “Listen to her, Steve. Our innocent little tutor’s never watched porn but she’s soaked just imagining girl-on-girl. Bet you’ve had some real dirty thoughts during those late-night study sessions, haven’t you, baby?”

Steve leaned in and kissed your neck sweetly before sucking a fresh mark right below your ear. “Tell us, sweetheart. Be honest. When you’re alone in this dorm bed, do you ever touch this needy little cunt and think about pretty girls kissing? About soft tits in your hands? About a girl going down on you while we watch?”

“Yes- fuck- maybe,” you gasped, flipping to another page with trembling fingers. This one had a gorgeous dark-haired woman touching herself, head thrown back in pleasure. Your thighs started shaking. “I… I think about how their skin would feel. How they’d taste. It makes me so wet but I never… I never finish to it. I just get all worked up and then you two come over and-”

“And we fuck the thoughts right out of you?” Bucky finished, voice dripping with teasing delight. He pressed his metal fingers harder against your clit, rubbing tight circles while Steve fucked you deeper with three thick fingers now. “Poor baby. So pent-up and curious. Never even seen girls eating each other out on video. That’s criminal. We should fix that.”

You moaned loudly, the sound downright pornographic in the small dorm room. The combination of their filthy words, their hands working you open, and the glossy images of beautiful, naked women had you right on the edge. Your free hand grabbed Bucky’s thigh, nails digging in as your back arched.

Steve kissed your temple, sweet and loving even as his fingers curled relentlessly. “You’re clenching so hard, baby. You really like this, don’t you? Looking at pretty girls while your boys play with you. So cute and filthy at the same time.”

Bucky grinned against your neck, voice low and taunting. “Bet if we put on some girl-on-girl porn right now you’d come in seconds, huh? Our pure little tutor losing her mind over lesbian shit while we finger-fuck her. Say it, doll. Tell us how bad you want it.”

“I- I want-” Your words cut off into a desperate whine as they sped up, perfectly in sync like always. The magazine slipped from your fingers onto the bed as your head fell back against Steve’s shoulder.

Bucky leaned in close, lips brushing your ear, voice dark and promising. “Well, damn. Then we’re definitely going to have to do something about that…”

— yours truly, ѕℓυtdιεr.

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[saintlea]

warnings -> ummm u need to pee and he makes u hold it? idk if that’s piss kink rly. squirting, penetration, slight headlock position

i deny all piss kink allegations!……however ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

“i need to pee,” you interrupted, moving to stand — but his arm tightened around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer, pressing your back to his chest.

“dex. i need to pee.”

he hummed in understanding, arm not loosening, jaw nuzzled perfectly into the crook of your need.

“how bad?”

you squirmed.

“so bad, get off.” you groaned, pushing at his arms but he just used the arm you were led on to wrap around your front — essentially a headlock, but too loose to be restrict any air — sliding his nose over the shell of your ear.

“you can hold it for me, right?” he whispered, a shiver going down your spine as you felt the heaviness of your bladder. his left hand slid down your stomach, into your shorts.

“right?” he pressed, arm finally wrapping around your neck to jostle you a little.

“y-yeah. i can hold it.” you mumbled, feeling his hand slide through your slick folds, pressing your clit with a pressure that made your head spin.

dex tightened his arm around you before drawing maddeningly slow figure eights on your clit, soft sighs leaving your lips. a certain stroke made your bladder flutter, threatening to almost.

you whined, pushing at his arm. “dex, seriously. please, i need to pee.”

he scoffed. “hold it.” he demanded, rougher this time, pressing you into his chest as his fingers sped. “c’mon, don’t make a mess. you can hold it for me, can’t you?” he cooed mockingly, kissing up your neck and jaw. his middle and ring finger slipped in, making your jaw drop with a soft mewl, nuzzling into the crook of his arm.

but they slipped out quick as they did in, hands moving to push down your shorts and his boxers.

“dex—“ he shushed you with another jostle, sliding his tip through your folds before notching into your entrance, sliding in with ease that made a soft noise fall from you and a deep groan from him. he hooked your leg over his, digging his heels into the mattress before setting a steady pace that made you want to cry.

with every deep, steady roll of his hips, you could feel the mushroom tip of his cock jostling the heaviness of your bladder. you whined with a squirm, feeling it quiver as you bucked your hips.

“i know baby, need to go so bad, don’t you?” he pressed on your lower abdomen. you shivered, pee threatening as tears gathered along your waterline with a desperate nod.

“fuck, can feel you holding it in, baby. squeezin’ me so fucking tight. doin’ so good for me.” he growled, pressing down on your stomach in a way that had your bladder wobbling.

you cried, gasping as you clenched harder around him, his arm clamped firmly around your neck, cheek smushed against his bicep.

“dex, pleasepleasepleaseplease. ‘m gonna pee.” you pleaded desperately, nails digging into his arm.

he shook his head, kissing your jaw and then cheek. “hold it just a little longer okay? then you can go.” he huffed, hand relieving you of momentary pressure to grab your hip, chasing his own high.

you panted, pleasure tickling up your spine with a shudder. your cunt fluttered around his thick cock, drool coating his bicep. his hand left your hip to press against your throbbing clit.

“you’re so close, sweetheart. i know, come on. you can let go.” he coaxed, eyes never leaving your flushed and scrunched up face.

with another wobble of your bladder you couldn’t take it anymore, going over the edge with a sob that was part relief and part humiliation — a sound that made dex’s cock swell — clenching around him desperately as you finished all over his thighs and the sheets, vaguely hearing his hushed coos and the feeling of his warmth filling.

“look at that, baby. made such a messy for me. dirty girl.”

[interloved]

thinking about hyper codependent!benjamin poindexter who cannot do anything without you…

super clingy. dex follows you everywhere, and when i say everywhere, i mean… everywhere. if you’re going to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water, he is there. if you leave the room to charge your phone, he is there. even if you excuse yourself to the bathroom to pee, he is there, following you around like a newborn puppy. that man has severe separation anxiety :(

not quite submissive in bed but not super dominant either. dex is more of a gentle dom service top. he wants to endear himself to you, make you in love with him; something he thinks he will only achieve by pleasing you. that is something you’ve been trying to tell him is not necessary—you love him for who he is, and you’ve been trying to tell him that no matter how he messes up, you’ll still love him. that your love isn’t given with conditions. every time the two of you breach this topic, he nods his pretty little head, but the words don’t seem to actually reach him. it’s like dex processes these words, files them away, but doesn’t take them to heart. like he is still afraid that as soon as he makes a mistake, you’ll dip. but with time, with lots and lots and lots of reassurance, words of affirmation and encouragement, he will unlearn this behaviour. just be patient with him <3

dex could never hurt you during sex or initiate it, but if you were into it, he would reconsider. still, dex being dex, he would still be afraid of doing something wrong and scaring you away that he would just let you lead him in doing it. like when he’s thrusting so deep in you that your legs are shaking, and you gently intertwine your palm with the back of his hand, guiding it to your throat… dex won’t admit it, but it kinda really fucking turns him on.

lowkey likes watching you sleep. it’s hella creepy, he knows, and it’s why he’ll always do this in secret. it’s something he’s embarrassed of, something he doesn’t want you to ever find out. but he’s just so fond of your sleeping facial expressions. most of the time, he just admires the way you look during your sleep, relaxed and comfortable and entirely at peace. privately, he thinks it’s so adorable.

dex is sort of like a crow in his love. he’ll rarely say the words “i love you”, but he will shower you with gifts and buy you things that remind him of you the same way some crows bring their favourite humans trinkets. he’ll dance around it, too. like when you’re coming home, you see this inconspicuous, tiny thing on the table. no note, no previous text from dex, no nothing. it’s just there. and when dex comes home, and you’ve unwrapped it and are squealing with joy as you give him kisses and hugs, he’ll act clueless. dropping words like, “huh… hasn’t that been sitting on the table since yesterday?”.

dex is no stranger to feeling alone. it is because of this that he always makes sure to check in on you. usually, when you wake up, he’s already gone, but there’s traces of him everywhere: a little ‘good morning’ note next to your bedside table or a breakfast on a plate in the kitchen, still warm and fresh. during work, he often sends you texts. it’s a common occurrence for your phone to light up with a little ‘ping’ during your shift, with a super dry and vaguely cryptic text like “requesting update.”, and even though he writes like he’s drafting a professional email to his supervisor, it makes you smile. it shows you dex cares, and boy, if only you know how much he cares—the things he would do for you.

all in all: dex is the best boyfriend ever. he comes with a lot of perks like, he’s surprisingly good at fixing stuff and repairing things, and, of course, the fact that he’s super, incredibly, out-of-this-world level handsome.

take under advisement that he requires plenty of kisses (emphasis on PLENTY!), hugs and encouragement, and you’ll be good to go!

[clawxmoon]

18+ mating press with dex

you're lying on your back, legs bent and lifted high. dex stands between them as he lifts them over his shoulders. your knees press against the solid warmth of him as he adjusts your calves draped along his broad frame. he pushes forward into you. slowly dragging his cock inside you inch by inch. the stretch is unreal. he fills you completely, the angle of your legs on his shoulders allowing him to sink deeper than ever before.

every inch makes your body twitch and shake. his hands flex against your thighs where they rest on his chest, thumbs rubbing into the soft skin to ease the pain. a breathy gasp escapes you as he bottoms out. your back arches instinctively off the surface beneath, toes curling at how utterly deep you feel him. dex's chest rises with controlled breaths above yours, muscles taut with restraint even as his cock pulses inside you from sensation.

you look up at him with half-lidded eyes, your mind hazy from being previously overstimulated. dex looks back at you with eyes filled with hunger, his jaw is tight and you can see your own slick dripping from his chin. you can tell he's trying to hold back a grunt, teeth clenched hard as his fingers aggressively dig into your skin. your walls are pulsing tight around him, not letting him go. soon after, dex starts picking up the pace.

you're completely lost in the pleasure, whimpering loud each time he hits that one spot. you hear him groaning above you. you hear the skin slapping harshly in the dark room while the bed creaks. dex watches carefully and intensely the way your chest moves up and down. then his eyes move to your fucked out face - mouth agape, eyes rolled back, fingers wrapped tightly around the sheets. he feels his dick twitching at the sight, he also feels your pussy clenching in response and his head rolls backwards with a loud grunt.

"fuck..."

dex curses himself - holding back on his orgasm. usually he'd last until you were finished but tonight you're especially tight and he's incredibly deep and all he can think about is cumming inside you. your head is hitting the headboard, the room is turning so loud you're starting to feel embarrassed but all you can focus is dex and the way his cock drags in and out of your cunt. he looks mesmerizing from above - broad shoulders that are keeping you steady, large biceps flexing as they hold your legs, face red and scrunched in pleasure.

it takes just a few more hard thrusts for you to finally reach the climax. you feel the sounds of skin slapping getting sloppier and wet. your mouth hangs completely open, eyes shut tight, eyebrows pinch up together - you feel almost dizzy from the orgasm, seeing stars. dex had been waiting for you for such a long time that he follows right after. you feel the warmth spreading all over your body as he comes apart on top of you. strong arms holding him up on the either side of your head for a second before completely collapsing over you breathless, still inside.

[beafond]

𝓗𝙄𝙎 𝓦𝙀𝘼𝙆𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ) benjamin poindexter x black cat!reader. scratching , reader has claws , mention of blood , unprotected sex :p that’s kinda it, other than sex obviously. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

Dex is everywhere—his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your throat, his cock buried so deep inside you that you can feel him pulsing with every ragged inhale. His hips roll into you with a rhythm that’s almost cruel, each thrust forcing a gasp from your lips, your back arching off the bed like you’re trying to escape—or maybe just take more.

“That feel good?” His voice is a low murmur, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hand slides from your waist to your thigh, hooking your leg over his hip. The angle changes, and fuck—his cock sinks even deeper, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and your claws itch to come out and play.

“Yeah,” you breathe, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. Your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking hard enough to make his scalp prickle, before they slide down to his back—broad, muscular, begging for it. His skin is slick with sweat, the perfect surface for your claws to dig in.

And then his free hand finds your clit.

His thumb is rough, calloused, and he doesn’t tease—he attacks. Circles, pressure, the perfect amount of friction to send sparks shooting through your nerves. Your body tenses, your breath hitching as pleasure coils tight in your gut. You’re so close, and the way he’s fucking you—hard, relentless, like he’s trying to brand you from the inside out—only makes it worse.

His thumb flicks, just right, and the dam breaks.

Your claws snap out, sharp and eager, and you rake them down his back without warning. The burn is immediate, searing lines of fire blooming across his skin. Dex hisses, his body jerking forward, his cock twitching inside you as the pain shoots straight to his dick. “Fuck—Jesus fuck—” His voice is a groan, half-pleasure, half-pain, and you can feel the way his cock hardens even more, like the burn is the best fucking aphrodisiac he’s ever had.

His hips stutter, his thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release. “Again,” he demands, his voice rough. “Do it again.” And you do, because you love the way his body reacts—the way his muscles tense under your nails, the way his breath hitches, the way his cock throbs inside you like it’s begging for more.

You drag your sharp nails down his back again, deeper this time, and Dex groans, his hips snapping forward as he bottoms out inside you. His tip nudges that spot, the one that makes your vision whiten and your body clench around him like a vice. You come hard, your claws digging in as your orgasm rips through you, your walls milking his cock as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

Dex isn’t far behind. His breath is ragged, his body trembling as he slams into you one last time, his release spilling inside you with a groan that sounds like it’s been torn from his throat. He collapses on top of you, his skin slick with sweat and a bit of blood, his cock still twitching as the aftershocks hit.

“Fuck,” he pants against your neck, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You ruin me.”

And you know he means it as a compliment.

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[softhandz]

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poly!superbat just wants to feel close all the time. aka bruce and clark hold hands while they’re deep inside you, cause clark wants to feel close to bruce too :(

warnings: dp, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, creampie , you’re their lil fleshlight

clark is laying down with you on top of him, your back to his front as he brings his left arm over your body to make sure your legs stay open.

he grunts a bit as he feels you clench around him.

“there you are sweetheart, stay open for us won’t you?”

clark presses light kisses to your throat, grunting when he feels you tighten as bruce enters you as well.

bruce is straddling his thigh, thrusting deeply as he holds one of your legs to his chest, his eyes focused on where all three of you meet, seeing the sloppy mess you’re making.

he’s lost in the rhythm and the feeling of warmth he has every time he thrusts in, feeling clark rub against him, emphasizing the feeling.

“fuck, you feel so good. you both do.” bruce says, ready to close his eyes before a small movement catches his eye.

clark’s hand lifts from its place on your lower stomach, his fingers wiggling in anticipation. bruce looks up at his face, and sees clark looking at him, raising an eyebrow as he smiles a little at your moan from the deeper angle they’re hitting

letting off a soft sigh, moving one of his hands to hold clark’s, changing the angle deliciously for you making you strangle their lengths, setting off their own groans.

and like that, you’re all three stuck in a constant cycle of moans and grunts as they work in tandem to bring you to your orgasm again.

clark and bruce’s fingers interlocked, their eyes focused in a silent challenge to the other, “who could make you cum harder and who could avoid cunning to early”

they both just end up using you essentially as a flesh light as they turn you this way and that to try different angles and kiss one another differently as well.

they press their hands against your lower belly as clark adjust his angle to see him distend your lower stomach, his head clear there. you both moan when bruce presses their hand down in it, increasing the pleasure

“fuck, you fill her so well clark. keep going, fill our girl up, then let me fuck it deeper. only the best for my partners.”

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[pearlvirag]

r-18.   ୭౿  non-con,  coercion,  anal

dex  punishing  you  by  not  fucking  your  cunt.  limiting  the  amount  of  contact  with  your  princess  part,  going  down  to  zero.  that's  what  you  got  for  being  bad.  poor  you.

he  had  warned  you  before,  of  course.  when  he’d  woken  to  find  you  using  his  own  sleeping  hand  against  yourself,  or  the  quiet,  frantic  friction  under  the  sheets  while  he  read.  such  a  greedy  girl  you  are,  he  always  said.  you  thought  it  turned  him  on  until  he  caught  you  with  a  glass  of  wine  balanced  in  one  of  your  hands,  the  other  one  buried  deep  inside  your  panties.  he'd  told  you  before,  you  were  simply  not  allowed  to  play  with  yourself  when  you  had  him  around  and  you  took  it  for  granted  that  he  let  you  go  off  so  easy.  he  made  you  drink  the  whole  bottle  of  wine,  plump  lips  stained  with  the  cherry  color  of  it  until  it  left  you  heavy,  pliable,  and  entirely  vulnerable.  he  loved  that.

"now  then.  you've  been  so  bad  to  me,  baby.  why'd  you  act  out  like  this?  i  don't  ask  for  much,  do  i?"  his  voice  was  sweet  and  gentle,  his  touch  as  well  as  he  lifted  you  from  the  armchair  to  place  you  on  the  sofa  like  a  little  doll.  you  could  barely  sit  up  straight,  straps  of  your  camisole  hanging  low  on  your  upper  arm,  panties  soaked  from  all  that  touching  from  a  while  ago.  you  looked  heavenly  to  him.

"dex,"  his  name  tripped  on  a  hiccup,  "i  swear..  i  was  just..  getting  it  ready.  for  you.  so  you  can.."  fingers  fumbling  weakly  against  the  cool  metal  of  his  belt  buckle,  weakly  wiggling  it.  "you  can  just  slip  it  in  once  you're  back.  please?"  you  tried  to  convince  him.  half  truth,  since  you  were  going  to  finish  with  or  without  him.  nasty  little  one.

"that's  so  incredibly  thoughtful,  love.  i  appreciate  it.  you  wann'  it?  should  i  just  slip  it  in  then?"  he  cooed,  still  sweetly.  you  nodded,  the  room  tilting  slightly.  he  started  to  unbuckle  his  belt,  with  your  hands  in  the  way,  pretending  to  do  the  same.  in  no  seconds  he  was  on  top  of  you,  licking  the  sides  of  your  mouth,  kissing  your  face  up  and  down.  he  was  quick  to  tongue-fuck  your  mouth  as  he  was  guiding  his  cock  around  your  little  hole,  collecting  all  of  your  sweetness  and  smearing  it  all  around.  at  first,  you  barely  noticed  the  tension  exactly  at  the  wrong  ring  of  muscles.  he  didn't  let  you  question  it,  his  mouth  was  now  forcefully  moving  with  yours  and  the  pressure  turned  into  a  slight  pain.

"come  on..  let  me  in.  you  wanted  it,  didn't  you?"  he  murmured.  he  spat  in  his  hand  to  smear  it  all  around  you  and  his  lenght  as  well.  he  tried  again,  this  time  you'd  softened  up  to  his  command.  you  started  to  swallow  him,  but  not  letting  him  too  deep.  your  hand  was  quick  to  reach  to  find  the  comfort  he  was  withholding  but  he  didn't  let  you.  he  tucked  your  hand  behind  your  spine  and  did  the  same  with  the  other.  he  didn't  need  to  keep  it  there,  you  did  that  by  yourself.  completely  surrendering  to  him  without  a  word.  he  started  moving  what  was  barely  inside  now,  making  you  squeak  in  pain.

"tell  what  you're  being  given."

"you're  hurting  me,  dex."  half  a  sob,  half  a  plea  and  you  involuntarily  rolled  your  hips,  begging  for  him  to  just  touch  you  where  you  needed  it  the  most.

"i'm  managing  you.  you've  got  to  work  with  this.  i'm  sorry,  baby.  get  used  to  it."  as  he  was  slowly  opening  you  up  more  and  more,  the  pain  turned  into  something  slightly  pleasant.  though,  you  could  feel  your  own  wetness  cooling  on  your  thighs,  entirely  useless  and  wasted.

but  the  realization  that  your  body  was  actually  responding  to  the  restriction  made  you  whine.  your  breath  started  catching  in  short  gasps,  your  thighs  trembling.  the  wine  kept  making  your  head  spin  so  you  became  a  little  limp,  head  lolled  back.  he  was  so  into  it,  fucking  your  limp  little  drunk  body.

"dex,  please  –"  you  breathed,  the  word  turning  into  a  sob  as  the  feeling  in  your  belly  coiled  too  tight.  his  grip  tightened  on  your  waist  and  he  started  dragging  you  up  and  down  his  lenght.  the  friction  of  that  finally  made  you  cum,  empty  little  abandoned  pussy  throbbing  as  you  were  clenching  around  him.

"thaaat's  it,  baby.  you're  so  tight  f'me.  god.  want  to  be  filled  up,  don't  you?"  he  cooed,  slowly  rolling  his  hips  through  your  release.  you  were  purring  and  nodding,  tears  streaming  down  your  face.  he  was  quick  to  please  as  you  were  hugging  him  so  down  he  couldn't  even  resist  if  he  wanted  to.

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