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updates : holding off on the in-ho request, but writing something for bucky and thinking up something for mr. bullseye himself :pp

[vampma]

[vampma]

licked my fingers at this

left behind, still yours

summary : dex can’t let you go after you broke up with him. spiraling into obsessive stalking, one night he breaks into your apartment while still you’re asleep.

cw : [reader is hinted as black] (mention of brown nipples / POC friendly) somnophilia/ dubcon / stalking / mild-choking / masked sex / fully clothed penetration / emotional vulnerability / self-worth issues / possessive dirty talk / creampie / messy feelings (typical delulu dex) not proofread mb yall

he can’t stop replaying your last words, your coldness cutting deeper than any punch. the way you said you needed space, freedom from him. freedom from the chaos he carries like a second skin. but the truth is, he’s not ready to let go. not yet.

tonight, something inside him snaps. a decision he knows is reckless, dangerous, but inevitable. he can’t stand another night without touching you, without reminding you — and himself — that you’re still his.

he’s dressed for the night like a shadow of himself. black tactical pants, worn but functional. a fitted black hoodie with the hood pulled low, the fabric soft but concealing. on his feet, silent black military boots that grip the metal of the fire escape like a second skin. his mask — the old black one with the angular lines — covers his face, hiding the desperation in his eyes but not the raw need twisting in his gut.

he moves with practiced precision, scaling the fire escape like a ghost, every metal step cold beneath his fingertips. the city hums quietly around him, the distant sirens and buzz of late-night cars fading behind the wall of silence he wraps himself in.

the window to your apartment looms ahead—half open, just like you always left it when you went to sleep. he slides the glass up with barely a sound, muscles coiled and tense as he slips inside.

dex stands just inside your apartment, the faint glow of the city bleeding through the cracked window you left open, a tiny flicker of hope that maybe this is some sign—that you’re still waiting for him in your own way, even if the silence says otherwise. his heart pounds, heavy and erratic, like it’s fighting against the weight of what he’s about to do. every instinct screams at him to stop, to turn back and respect the space you’re trying to carve out for yourself without him, but some desperate part of him clings to the fact that the window was open—maybe you wanted him here. maybe.

inside, the air smells like you—your shampoo mixing with the faint hint of the lotion you always keep on your nightstand. his pulse pounds as he takes in the quiet sanctity of your bedroom, the soft rise and fall of your sleeping form beneath the blankets.

this is his moment. the place he’s been craving, stalking, aching for. and now, finally, he’s here.

you’re lying in your bed, skin warm beneath the thin cotton sheets, the soft curve of your tummy just visible, the swell of your breasts rising and falling with your breath. your brown nipples, dark against the smoothness of your skin, catch the faint moonlight slipping through the blinds. your thighs spread lightly beneath the covers, familiar and soft, everything dex always loved.

you don’t hear the door open, don’t feel the weight cross your threshold — but dex is here. masked and fully clothed, the smell of his cologne and sweat lingering around him, he moves carefully, reverent almost, like you’re some fragile treasure he’s terrified to break.

he kneels beside the bed, watching you sleep, voice low, a rasping whisper. “you’re so fucking beautiful.”

he then climbs on the bed, over you. his hands twitch, uncertain, hovering just inches from your skin before he finally lets his fingertips ghost over your bare shoulder, trembling like a prayer. he’s terrified that the smallest wrong move will shatter this fragile moment—your breath, your sleep, the thread of trust left between you. the warmth of your skin under his touch pulls him in, raw and tender and achingly familiar, and he leans closer, letting his face bury in the crook of your neck, drinking you in. your scent is everything he’s missed—honeyed, soft, the way it clings to the curve of your collarbone and wraps around him like a lifeline.

his hands move up, trembling but reverent, to cup your full breasts, his thumbs brushing over your clothed nipples, aching under his touch. he wants to worship you like a temple, slow and soft and careful, but the hunger beneath that tenderness claws at him, pulling him deeper into desperation. his lips find the skin below your ear, sucking lightly, murmuring your name like a prayer, a plea.

his hands reach out first — trembling as they brush your thick thighs, tracing the soft curve of your tummy, the part he always loved. his fingers curl around your waist, pulling you closer to him in the dark.

he pulls back, sliding his hands beneath your shirt.

then his lips find your chest — full tits rising and falling with your steady breath, brown nipples hardening beneath his mouth. he sucks one gently, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, reverent and needy.

his voice cracks when he whispers, “i missed you,” barely loud enough for you to hear, but it’s everything he feels—an ache that’s been gnawing at his ribs for too long. he’s torn between worship and want, between fear of breaking you and the primal need to claim you again. he hesitates, his hands trembling on your skin, caught in the storm of his own conflicted desire, draw a quiet moan even from your sleep.

they wander, worshiping your curves, the way your body fits like a goddamn prayer beneath his fingertips. his voice starts to ramble, desperate and tender, a broken confession whispered against your skin.

“you were waiting for me,” he murmurs, lips barely grazing your skin. “i know you were waiting, baby. i’m here now.”

he knows this isn’t like before. you’re not waiting, not really—not now. but he’s desperate to believe that maybe this touch, this breath, this moment is still yours. and slowly, trembling, he moves lower, trailing kisses and soft sucks along your neck, your collarbone, until he’s pressing his forehead against your skin, silent except for the frantic beating of his own heart.

you shift slightly but don’t wake, his worship continued — his mouth finding your other nipple, sucking harder, rougher now, his desperation bleeding through every touch.

his cock presses hard against your thigh, strained in his belt.

dex’s hands slide lower, over your belly—soft, just a little round where he always loved to rest his palm—before slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts, fingers tracing the slick heat between your thighs.

he pushes your shorts down slowly, loving the way your skin reacts even without waking. thick thighs spread, exposed and soft, waiting. breathing shallow, fingers trembling where they ghost the curve of your hip beneath the blanket.

slowly, reverently, dex slips his fingers beneath the edge of your panties and shifts them aside, his breath catching when he sees the warmth glistening between your dusky thighs.

he slides a hand beneath your body, lifting your hips gently and after unbuckling his pants, he presses the tip of his cock through your slick folds. you’re still asleep, he lines himself up, hand stroking gently down your thigh, grounding himself. and then — with a low, shaky sound — he pushes in, slow and deep, his whole body trembling as your warmth welcomes him like home.

his voice breaks in a low, trembling whisper. “i love you. please ever don’t leave me again.”

he fucks you slow at first, savoring the feel of you so warm and tight, the way your body yields beneath his. then faster, desperate, nearly choking on his own need.

his hands cup your cheeks, thumb stroking tenderly as he buries himself deeper, moaning your name like a prayer.

you stir—eyes fluttering open.

“dex? what the… what are you doing?” you ask, voice raw, half-dreaming.

dex’s mask hides his face, but his voice is soft, trembling, pleading. “you were waiting for me… you always used to. you said i could always find you in your sleep. remember?”

he rocks into you again, deeper, harder this time — like the rhythm itself is an anchor.

“i know you still wanted me. i know you were waiting.” his voice is rough, torn at the edges. “i watched you fall asleep. no one else is here. it’s still me. it’s always me.”

his hand moves up to your throat, not squeezing — not yet — just holding, thumb stroking along your jaw like he’s trying to memorize you all over again.

you’re wet, so fucking wet for him, even half-asleep, and he takes it like proof. like permission. like you were aching for this too.

his hips grind in deeper, a soft whimper catching in his throat when he feels your walls tighten.

“god, i missed this pussy,” he groans. “so fucking soft—always take me like you were made for it.”

your breath catches again, half from his words, half from the way his cock keeps hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. he’s still fully clothed, the texture of his hoodie rubbing against your exposed stomach, the weight of him holding you down in the way you used to love.

“why did you leave me?” his voice cracks as he thrusts into you, slow and deep, his mask damp against your skin. “why the fuck did you walk away?”

you blink up at him, breath hitching, the stretch of him inside you grounding and unbearable all at once. you don’t answer right away, not because you don’t know — but because saying it out loud might shatter something permanent.

“don’t… don’t do that.” you plead.

“don’t shut me out. you said i could come to you. you said i could have you like this.” he begs, almost choking on it.

your hands come up, fingers brushing his jaw beneath the mask, the heat of his skin trembling under your touch. “i didn’t leave because i stopped loving you,” you whisper. “i left because you looked at me like i was… pure. like i was something holy…i couldn’t take it anymore.”

his rhythm falters.

“and i’m not, dex,” you breathe, lips parting around the truth. “i’m not that. i’m fucked up. selfish. angry. i’ve done things—thought things—i didn’t want you to see.”

he lets out a ragged sound, like a sob and a moan tangled together. “don’t say that. you’re mine. you’re everything.”

you shake your head against the pillow, tears catching in your lashes. “i couldn’t keep letting you love me like i was some perfect thing. it felt like lying.”

he thrusts deeper, desperate, his gloved hand coming up to wrap around your throat with a gentleness that shouldn’t make sense. “then don’t be perfect,” he growls, forehead pressing to yours. “be broken. be angry. be fucking cruel. just don’t leave me again.”

your eyes lock — and there’s nothing left to hide.

you reach up without thinking, fingers brushing the side of his mask. “take it off…”

he stills — just for a second. then he presses deeper, choking on a breath. “you sure?”

you nod, eyes meeting the black fabric. “i want to see you. all of you.”

his hand lets go of your throat just long enough to pull the mask up and off. his face is flushed, eyes glassy with emotion, jaw clenched like he’s holding back something dangerous.

you cup his cheek, and he leans into it like a starving man.

“you came back,” you whisper, and there’s no anger in your voice. just heat. just heartbreak and admiration.

“i never left,” he says, voice shaking. “you tried to lock me out, but you’re still mine. i know you are.”

his hand returns to your throat, squeezing just enough now to make your breath hitch, his other palm sliding down to your stomach, pressing gently where he’s filling you so deep.

you whimper, thighs tensing as he starts fucking you harder now — no less loving, just desperate, rougher, his control slipping.

“say it,” he pants. “tell me you’re still mine.”

you can barely breathe, barely think with how full you are, how he’s choking you and touching you and claiming you like you’re his goddamn oxygen.

“baby,” you whimper, softly, like it’s sacred. “i’m yours. i’m so fucking yours.”

“i’m not going anywhere ben…not now. not ever again.” you promise, body clenching around him.

a strangled moan tears from his throat.

and you don’t say anything — not with words. just a gasp, a moan, the way your legs wrap tighter around him. the way your body arches into his like your skin still knows the shape of him even after all that distance.

you squeeze around him again, and that’s all it takes for him to break.

his body convulses as he spills into you, hard, messy, overwhelmed. his head drops to your shoulder, mouth open against your skin, clinging to you, his breath hitching like he can’t get enough air.

and even after, he doesn’t pull away. just breathes you in, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other around your waist like he’s never letting go again.

a few moments pass. after catching his breath, he tears away from the crook of your neck, for a moment, he just stares—like he’s trying to memorize every inch of your face, to convince himself this is real.

you smile — tired, aching, you still look at him like he hung the stars. your palm presses to his cheek.

“hi,” you whisper, like it’s the first time. like you’re seeing him all over again.

he pulls back just enough to catch your gaze, a slow, shaky smile curling at the edge of his lips. “hi.”

you lean up, kissing him so slow and sweet it makes his chest cave. no lust. no desperation. just the kind of softness that says stay. he kisses you again — slow, lazy, like he’s got all the time in the world now. and when he finally pulls back, you whisper against his mouth :

“i missed you.”

[vampma]

ba-LOW ja-HOB

[vampma]

thank you guys so much for the love on this!! genuinely, don’t be afraid to reach out and request something for someone as sweet as clark <33 anon option is on and i’m eager. typing out requests as we speak

baby fever — clark kent x fem (smut)

contains : post-mission sick clark :< major breeding kink, cockwarming, & submissive clark (my malewife), use of “mama” (i’m a sucker for it)

note : my cat came in for cuddles and told me in perfect italian to post this draft.. thank him

you don’t know why clark came home the way he did, but you acknowledged that he was different. he spent longer by your side—which wasn’t a bother—and kept his large hands around your stomach area a lot.

his true antics didn't start until the two of you got to bed. his first night back from a big save. you wanted to prep dinner, but he wouldn't allow it. clark got into some quick mindset of taking care of you more than he already did. he knew you were more than capable, but he egged it on until bedtime.

"so? i'm weird for wanting to take care of you?" he furrowed his brows and tugged his shirt off. the cool grey lifting off of his broad back was a sight you caught every single time with not a blink. he caught you this time and smirked before pulling the large cover off the bed and settling next to you.

you turned your body towards him, getting comfy in nothing but shorts. your hand grabbed onto the cover on your side to come up to your chest. "no, i never said you were weird. it's just different. we both agreed on the first date that i'm very independent."

he almost swooped in next to you and neared your face, "but what if you weren't?"

a smear of confusion plagued your face, "huh?"

your boyfriend closed next to you and grabbed ahold of your waist, "me doing more—"

"you get busy. i don't mind—"

he stopped you with a kiss. it wasn't like the small pecks he had given throughout the week, but a 'let me do this for you' kind of kiss. clark paused briefly and gathered your needy expression. he started it.

you got closer to him under the sheets and didn't wait to palm him through his boxers. a small whimper fell from his lips as his cock twitched slightly against your touch. clark bucked and tightened his hold on your hips, "please, baby. i wanna feel you." his plead was more than enough for you to pull down the shorts he was already fingering at.

"you want to do more, hm? help me out?"

he nodded close to frantically from stimulation and huffed heavily, "anything. for you, anything."

one of your legs swung up around his hip and neared the front of your bodies. he felt the heat between you get even hotter as you were up against him. you helped his boxers off quickly. a simple thrust would smear his precum on your lower stomach.

clark aligned himself with your pussy and slowly pushed in, feeling you raw and skin to skin. you moaned at the stretch you missed and kissed his lips hungrily, “talk to me more.”

he groaned lowly and gruffly spoke, “wanna fill you up.”

you took in his words easier than you took him. he slowly soaked his cock with every thrust; your boyfriend fluttered his lids open to look down at you, “let me cum inside.”

the awe covered any kind of concern on your face.

small and frantic nods was all you could give him. he mumbled about wanting to fuck you full and give you a baby.

“just want you to feel how much i love you, mama.”

your heart melted at the name and you held him closer, “clark, honey, i’m so close—”

he practically held you and fucked you, caressing your hair and pulling you into him for sloppy kisses. he started to twitch inside of you and spurt his cum as deep as he could.

cock deep in your tummy and ready to give him what he wants. he lowered and pressed his hand against your stomach, “gonna give you the best baby. make you the perfect mama.”

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dbf!bucky barnes headcanons — fem!reader

contains : pervy!bucky, panties fixation, age gap, mentions of anal, cum eating, and drinking

note : if it’s not your cup of tea or considered taboo for you, please avoid!!!! enjoy the little link at the bottom (you’ll have to be logged into twt)

༯ dbf!bucky who offers to help you pack mostly as a kind gesture, but takes a small sniff of your panties when you’re busy in your closet (shame they’re dirty)

༯ dbf!bucky who is way more emotionally mature than guys your age and he knows it. he never pressures you to apologize over little things, he listens, like really listens

༯ dbf!bucky gives you his number quietly before he leaves for brooklyn; he was colder and short every time you excitedly filled him in on your dates, but brushed it off because he loves ya

༯ dbf!bucky who has been close to you since you were a bit younger and reminds you with stories that start with “back when me and your dad..”

༯ dbf!bucky never married. not because he couldn’t, but because he was too stubborn for a dating app or modern dating; he wanted someone that knew him through the years without having to spark something new

༯ dbf!bucky who tries his best not to treat you like a little girl anymore. he’s used to you being short enough to ruffle your hair, taunting you about your school crushes, etc. when you started to grow, he noticed first. not just physically, but mentally. you moved on from certain things and he didn’t make a big deal out of it

༯ dbf!bucky is so oblivious to how he looks when he’s staring at you. he clenches his jaw when you notice. hard in his pants just wishing you’d ask him for a one on one favor so he could lay you down and fuck you wherever

༯ dbf!bucky’s first time making you cum was with his mouth. he loves to lick and tease your clit with his lips, practically sucking for life when he goes down on you. he loves coming up for air and looking at you with dripping stubble and heavy eyes 😵‍💫

༯ dbf!bucky who doesn’t smoke often, but know not to do it around you. he’s old fashioned and finds it disrespectful, especially in front of someone as pure as he finds you to be

༯ dbf!bucky is a sucker for corruption. he wants to teach you things only men his age would know about

༯ dbf!bucky and you makeout in the garage from time to time when he’s helping you with car trouble. if he wasn’t morally correct, he’d fuck up your engine even more just to feel your tongue against his again

༯ dbf!bucky doesn’t wanna cross a line; he respects your dad and you entirely. he just can’t help it when he smells your hair or when you crumple up a pair of panties for him to tuck in his cargos before a trip with your dad

༯ dbf!bucky who doesn’t like it when you drink because he doesn’t like seeing you drunk.. but he feels like you might come onto him more easily than he prefers. he loves foreplay and talking to you before a simple kiss

༯ dbf!bucky introduces you to anal. he says a big girl like you shouldn’t be ashamed to try something completely new

honorable link : he loves using his fingers

[vampma]

is anyone up early enough to read headcanons.. i wake up at like 4am 💔

[vampma]

marvel masterlist ⋆˙⟡

— posted as created

james “bucky” barnes

༯ dbf!bucky headcanons

benjamin “dex” poindexter

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john walker

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[vampma]

dbf bucky headcanons and in-ho smut coming soon

[vampma]

Omg squid game writer 🥹 maybe something with In-ho please? him being dominant ofccc

omg yes i definitely can :3 i love him sooo much stay tuned

[vampma]

baby fever — clark kent x fem (smut)

contains : post-mission sick clark :< major breeding kink, cockwarming, & submissive clark (my malewife), & use of “mama” (i’m a sucker for it)

note : my cat came in for cuddles and told me in perfect italian to post this draft.. thank him

you don’t know why clark came home the way he did, but you acknowledged that he was different. he spent longer by your side—which wasn’t a bother—and kept his large hands around your stomach area a lot.

his true antics didn't start until the two of you got to bed. his first night back from a big save. you wanted to prep dinner, but he wouldn't allow it. clark got into some quick mindset of taking care of you more than he already did. he knew you were more than capable, but he egged it on until bedtime.

"so? i'm weird for wanting to take care of you?" he furrowed his brows and tugged his shirt off. the cool grey lifting off of his broad back was a sight you caught every single time with not a blink. he caught you this time and smirked before pulling the large cover off the bed and settling next to you.

you turned your body towards him, getting comfy in nothing but shorts. your hand grabbed onto the cover on your side to come up to your chest. "no, i never said you were weird. it's just different. we both agreed on the first date that i'm very independent."

he almost swooped in next to you and neared your face, "but what if you weren't?"

a smear of confusion plagued your face, "huh?"

your boyfriend closed next to you and grabbed ahold of your waist, "me doing more—"

"you get busy. i don't mind—"

he stopped you with a kiss. it wasn't like the small pecks he had given throughout the week, but a 'let me do this for you' kind of kiss. clark paused briefly and gathered your needy expression. he started it.

you got closer to him under the sheets and didn't wait to palm him through his boxers. a small whimper fell from his lips as his cock twitched slightly against your touch. clark bucked and tightened his hold on your hips, "please, baby. i wanna feel you." his plead was more than enough for you to pull down the shorts he was already fingering at.

"you want to do more, hm? help me out?"

he nodded close to frantically from stimulation and huffed heavily, "anything. for you, anything."

one of your legs swung up around his hip and neared the front of your bodies. he felt the heat between you get even hotter as you were up against him. you helped his boxers off quickly. a simple thrust would smear his precum on your lower stomach.

clark aligned himself with your pussy and slowly pushed in, feeling you raw and skin to skin. you moaned at the stretch you missed and kissed his lips hungrily, “talk to me more.”

he groaned lowly and gruffly spoke, “wanna fill you up.”

you took in his words easier than you took him. he slowly soaked his cock with every thrust; your boyfriend fluttered his lids open to look down at you, “let me cum inside.”

the awe covered any kind of concern on your face.

small and frantic nods was all you could give him. he mumbled about wanting to fuck you full and give you a baby.

“just want you to feel how much i love you, mama.”

your heart melted at the name and you held him closer, “clark, honey, i’m so close—”

he practically held you and fucked you, caressing your hair and pulling you into him for sloppy kisses. he started to twitch inside of you and spurt his cum as deep as he could.

cock deep in your tummy and ready to give him what he wants. he lowered and pressed his hand against your stomach, “gonna give you the best baby. make you the perfect mama.”

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#SUPERSHIT

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there is just something about this part of the song with him ughhh i’ve been loving his character jimmy lately ❤️‍🩹 maybe a childhood bestie jimmy olsen fic will cure me (by blu3_jude on tiktok)

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dc comics masterlist ⋆˙⟡

— posted as created

clark kent

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bruce wayne

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jason todd

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its me anon!! i loved that so much thank youu!!! it WAS super cute at the start you balanced it so well thank you once again<3

(u don't have to reply its okayy dont wanna bother u!! just wanted to say i appreciated it sm 💗💗)

of course!! i was so inspired to write it and loved the request 💕 you’re very sweet, i’m so so happy you loved it :3 take care sweet anon