Basic B!tch

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.

© 𝕭𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐃. 2026 all rights reserved. Do not copy, repost, plagiarize, translate or feed any of my work into ai.

Word Count: 386

A/N: Short headcannon that popped into my head. Gets a bit smutty towards the end, 18+.

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Perv! Adrian, who first met you at work and started keeping an eye on you as you walked to your car after a late shift because he wanted to make sure you were safe.

Perv! Adrian, who became very protective over you very quickly, stepping in between you and a customer when they had the nerve to yell at you, even checking up on you afterwards.

Perv! Adrian, who follows you home that night to make sure you were alright.

Perv! Adrian who quietly checks around your house to make sure no one (else) is stalking you, because in his mind he is just protecting you. Who else is better suited at protecting you than the Vigilante?

Perv! Adrian, who was going to leave, but heard your muffled voice and thought something was wrong, so he crept up to your bedroom window to check on you.

Perv! Adrian, who knew it was wrong, but couldn’t tear his gaze away when he saw you lying on your back, legs spread wide to give him the perfect view of you playing with yourself as you kept on moaning.

Perv! Adrian, who couldn’t help but touch himself through his pants as you sped up.

Perv! Adrian, who completely lost it when you moaned his name, pulling himself out and quickly stroking himself while being entranced by the wet slick coating your fingers.

Perv! Adrian, who came within seconds, letting out a whimper with your name, catching your attention.

Perv! Adrian, who quickly tucked himself back into his pants and sprinted back to his car around the corner, only taking a moment to catch his breath when he was sure you didn’t follow him

Perv! Adrian, who felt guilty the instant he got back into his bed, but couldn’t help but imagine how good it would feel to have you moaning around his cock while you moved your hand to work whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth, cause you definitely wouldn’t be able to.

Perv! Adrian, who tried to act normal the next day he saw you, but he just came off as nervous, which was normal to you when he was around you

benjamin poindexter x reader | 18+, 422 words.

i just know dex would absolutely love cockwarming. he wants to be close to you so bad. if he could go his whole life never separating from you, he would. i feel like he wouldn't really get the point of cockwarming at first. i mean, moving is a pretty big part sex and giving each other pleasure, why would he just want to sit there?

then you convince him to try it and he just immediately loves it. because somehow he's even closer to you than he was before. how much closer can you get than being literally inside you? it's almost like being a part of you.

the first couple of times that you do it, he doesn't have the patience. dex tries his best but you just feel so good. after a couple minutes of being inside you, dex starts bucking his hips into you. groaning into your shoulder about how he's "sorry, just feels so good inside you. can't help myself. you make me go crazy."

dex's favorite time do it is during mundane times. he loves how intimate it feels. it becomes such a normal thing that he doesn't even ask, it's just an unspoken thing that you can tell he wants whenever he holds you close and pulls your hips close to his. fingers sliding beneath your band to check if your wet before he pulls your panties and shorts to the side and slides into you.

when he's had a rough day, dex finds you and immediately melts when your gentle hands touch him. tentatively wrapping his arms around you while his lips find yours. mumbling against them how he "needs to be close" to his girl so bad. so you lay down with him, brushing his hair back while his head rest against your chest. all his stress dissipating as he closes his eyes and imagines that he's part of you.

and at night, when the two of you curl up to go to sleep. sometimes you'll invite him to slip his cock into you. the two of you drifting to bed with him still inside you.

you feeling so deliciously and satisfyingly full from the feel of him. dex feeling so warm, it makes him so good inside to know you want him so badly too that you'll let him stay inside through the night like this.

a/n. it's been more than a year since i wrote anything, so this is kind of an experiment and i'm rusty af. enjoy!!

it should have not surprised you, yet you never thought a man with a raging ocd and always in need to be in control of everything can allow his mind to shut off and get rid of the ability to form a thought.

he is not even aware that he is overstimulating you. his mind is blank, only coming back to his senses (not really) when he feels a slight pain shoot through his skull as you grip his hair tightly and push his head away, whimpering in both pain and pleasure as his drool – a mix of his spit and your juices – drips down from his mouth to your pussy.

but he doesn't stop. not when he stares at you with unfocused eyes. not when he tries to understand why the fuck would you push him away. not when he can't even remember how long he has been in that position.

the only function his body is able to handle is pleasuring you. he dives back in, his mouth sealing itself on your pussy lips like a vacuum as he sucks and twirls his tongue, slurping and practically making out with your clit. his big and strong hands hold your thighs open. you won't get away from him. ever. all you can do is take what he gives as he pushes your body closer to him and continues overstimulating the fuck out of you.

hours have passed since you officially lost the count of orgasms he gave you, and neither your please and pathetic whimpers and nor your glossy eyes will make this man stop the pleasant torture he gives you.

you just taste so sweet, and he is so obsessed ;)

CW .✦ ݁˖ Fem!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie

The room filled with the soft sounds of your lovemaking and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. Each thrust of his hips against your ass sent shivers through you as Clark presses kisses to your exposed neck, occasionally biting down and sucking gently. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured softly, his voice hardly more than a whisper. You let out a soft whine in response and Clark scoffs, “Of course you do,” his voice laced with a gently teasing tone. His hips continue moving in a slow, steady rhythm, filling you completely with each thrust.

You choke out a moan, your body trembling as Clark puts one leg up on the bed, the new angle allowing him to reach impossibly deeper inside your gummy walls, filling you in a way that made your vision blur and your brain feel fuzzy. “Too much?" he asked and you could only nod weakly, your hands gripping the bedsheets for dear life.

Without much warning, Clark pushes your face into the plush pillow beneath your head, muffling your sweet moans, as your walls flutter uncontrollably around his cock, signaling your impending orgasm. His own release building rapidly as his balls slap against your clit with every deep thrust.

Your orgasm crashes over you suddenly, your walls clamping down on his thick length like a vice. Clark groans loudly, feeling your pussy squeeze him perfectly. "Fuck, I'm gonna..." Before he could even finish his sentence, he was coming hard, filling you completely with his milky seed.

Clark stays buried deep inside your spent hole, his cock still twitching inside you as you both come down from your highs. With a gentle nuzzle against your ear, he murmurs, “We're not done yet, sweetheart. Just getting warmed up, and you know I can go for hours if I want to.”

he dives in, ignoring the panicked yelp that escapes you, pushing his face into the crook of your neck to smell your hair, kissing the skin there. he hugs you so hard you can't even squirm to get away. just the biggest puppy energy ever. he wants your clothes off now. it's not exactly sexual, he just wants to feel your skin on his, he needs it.

you look down at him and his pupils are blown wide underneath crooked glasses. if you kiss his forehead you're not leaving that couch for hours

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STOP YOU'LL HURT MEEEEEEEE

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.

Thinking about Fbi!Dex who is so clingy and touch starved and yet, too shy to ask for.

He's pathetic. He presses himself against you when you're cuddled up in bed and starts rubbing and grinding against your inner thigh without a shred of remorse. Whimpers escape his mouth and are muffled by the hollow of your neck as you feel his tears on your skin.

"Please don't go~" he begs, stammering. "Stay a little longer," he says, dragging out the words in a trembling voice, his face still buried in your neck, his hips pressing against you steadily but haphazardly.

"Honey, at some point I have to get out of bed," you say as you feel his hardness through his underwear and a wet patch forming at the tip.

Dex mutters something incomprehensible as he tightens his grip on your belly and his hips kept grinding with more insistence, hungry for physical contact. He's starting to act like a spoiled brat.

And so you had to stay until he finished what he started and came in his boxers with a muffled moan against your neck.

Other times, the two of you were sleeping with your back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist and stomach; that's when Dex would start rubbing against your clothed bottom, trying to create friction.

"Mmh.. Dex..?" You say sleepily in a husky voice.

Dex's face is pressed against the back of your neck as he hums and thrusts, stuck to you like glue, as if he really wants to break through the layers of fabric and penetrate you properly. When he doesn't respond, you sigh and do what you usually do.

"Wait, not like that," you stammer, dragging out the words.

You help Dex by moving your knee slightly upward on the mattress as if you wanted to bring it to your chest. Dex hums, confused, thinking you wanted to move away, and unconsciously tightens his grip on your hips in fear. You, on the other hand, reach behind you and hook your fingers under Dex's knee to lift it and place it over your leg, around your waist, giving him better access to your clothed intimacy.

"There you go.. now move"

He doesn't need to be told twice. Dex moves against you again, this time allowing you to push deeper. You hum with satisfaction, your eyes closed, as Dex moans and babbles against the back of your neck. You begin to mimic his slow rhythm, and your hips start to sway together, back and forth like a ship on the waves, united and throbbing as one.

"Mmh.. yesss" you whisper

You feel Dex's hard member hit against your clothed center, sending a shiver through your stomach. He, meanwhile, is starting to whimper, his breathing slightly rapid, trying his hardest not to come too soon. But his thrusts become erratic. The perfect, rhythmic sway you two had been enjoying is broken by the force of his hips hammering like a nail into a wall.

Without warning, you feel his hips jerk violently and a hot sensation near your buttocks. Dex comes with a pitiful groan. His body goes soft like putty and he begins to sob, tears soaking the skin at the nape of your neck.

"Shhh, you did well," you said as you placed a hand on his thigh and massaged it. You noticed him shudder.

"Thank you... thank you..."

That's all he repeats like a mantra as his breathing calms down

Thinking about Fbi!Dex who is so clingy and touch starved and yet, too shy to ask for.

He's pathetic. He presses himself against you when you're cuddled up in bed and starts rubbing and grinding against your inner thigh without a shred of remorse. Whimpers escape his mouth and are muffled by the hollow of your neck as you feel his tears on your skin.

"Please don't go~" he begs, stammering. "Stay a little longer," he says, dragging out the words in a trembling voice, his face still buried in your neck, his hips pressing against you steadily but haphazardly.

"Honey, at some point I have to get out of bed," you say as you feel his hardness through his underwear and a wet patch forming at the tip.

Dex mutters something incomprehensible as he tightens his grip on your belly and his hips kept grinding with more insistence, hungry for physical contact. He's starting to act like a spoiled brat.

And so you had to stay until he finished what he started and came in his boxers with a muffled moan against your neck.

Other times, the two of you were sleeping with your back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist and stomach; that's when Dex would start rubbing against your clothed bottom, trying to create friction.

"Mmh.. Dex..?" You say sleepily in a husky voice.

Dex's face is pressed against the back of your neck as he hums and thrusts, stuck to you like glue, as if he really wants to break through the layers of fabric and penetrate you properly. When he doesn't respond, you sigh and do what you usually do.

"Wait, not like that," you stammer, dragging out the words.

You help Dex by moving your knee slightly upward on the mattress as if you wanted to bring it to your chest. Dex hums, confused, thinking you wanted to move away, and unconsciously tightens his grip on your hips in fear. You, on the other hand, reach behind you and hook your fingers under Dex's knee to lift it and place it over your leg, around your waist, giving him better access to your clothed intimacy.

"There you go.. now move"

He doesn't need to be told twice. Dex moves against you again, this time allowing you to push deeper. You hum with satisfaction, your eyes closed, as Dex moans and babbles against the back of your neck. You begin to mimic his slow rhythm, and your hips start to sway together, back and forth like a ship on the waves, united and throbbing as one.

"Mmh.. yesss" you whisper

You feel Dex's hard member hit against your clothed center, sending a shiver through your stomach. He, meanwhile, is starting to whimper, his breathing slightly rapid, trying his hardest not to come too soon. But his thrusts become erratic. The perfect, rhythmic sway you two had been enjoying is broken by the force of his hips hammering like a nail into a wall.

Without warning, you feel his hips jerk violently and a hot sensation near your buttocks. Dex comes with a pitiful groan. His body goes soft like putty and he begins to sob, tears soaking the skin at the nape of your neck.

"Shhh, you did well," you said as you placed a hand on his thigh and massaged it. You noticed him shudder.

"Thank you... thank you..."

That's all he repeats like a mantra as his breathing calms down

aaand he's so mean about it too. your back arched and he's disgustingly slow as he's stuffing you from behind in your old bed. right hand lost in your hair, pushing your face into the pillows so the only sound he heard is the squelch of your cunt. you wiggle your hips, urging him to go a little faster but he likes to fuck you slow. likes to see you desperate and stupid. beginning for more as if it doesn't make you cum harder when he treats you so delicately.

you notice you can feel your juices dripping down your thighs when he whispers, "baby couldn't wait to get her insides ruined until we get home, huh? you got to take what i give you now, then. before i change my mind." he threatened. you begged him to do it so he was rightfully punishing you. he never liked to fuck you in your parents house out of respect but you knew exactly how to get him into your panties.