Mary's Weird Little Corner of the Internet

i find that to be a personal attack. personal offense.

Of course, there's plenty of ways to enjoy smut. Of course people can also read or write smut with intellectual detachment as a creative exercise or a character study or for any other number of reasons. That's not wrong, and all of that happens in fandom, which is great! I just find it bizarre when people seem positively vibrated out of their breeches about the idea that it's not the only thing that happens.

I write porn. Of course some people are going to use it as porn! That's why it's there (in addition to me just having so many emotions about characters that I have to write about them getting together so I don't collapse into myself like a dying star) !

Honestly, if no one has cranked one out at least once to something I wrote, then I have FAILED as a smut writer lmfao. Truly, that would be depressing.

hips trembling, walls fluttering, mouth open and breathless and Bucky’s got two fingers inside you, slow and deep, curling just right.

He’s so close you can feel his breath on your neck, low and rough, that deep Russian rumble coiled tight around every word: “That’s it, krasavitsa… such a good girl for me.” “You feel that? My fingers deep inside you? That’s what you needed, isn’t it?” “Shhh… don’t run from it. Take it. Let me feel you fall apart.”

The accent thickens when he’s aroused, his voice like gravel and silk, drawn out and deliberate. He presses deeper, his metal arm braced beside your head, keeping you caged beneath him. "So tight around me… chernyy angel, you were made for this. For me.” “Don’t hide your sounds. I want to hear every little cry, every little whimper when I make you cum.”

His metal hand presses gently against your knee, coaxing it to move further apart. You can feel the weight of his presence over you, the way he leans down just enough to brush his lips against your skin, the heat of his body sinking into you as he whispers.

“I need you to let me in deeper, solnechnyy… feel me, all the way.”

You obey, parting your legs a little more, your body trembling from the way his fingers stretch and fill you, and his voice comes again, a low, satisfied murmur as he pushes just a little deeper.

hips trembling, walls fluttering, mouth open and breathless and Bucky’s got two fingers inside you, slow and deep, curling just right.

He’s so close you can feel his breath on your neck, low and rough, that deep Russian rumble coiled tight around every word: “That’s it, krasavitsa… such a good girl for me.” “You feel that? My fingers deep inside you? That’s what you needed, isn’t it?” “Shhh… don’t run from it. Take it. Let me feel you fall apart.”

The accent thickens when he’s aroused, his voice like gravel and silk, drawn out and deliberate. He presses deeper, his metal arm braced beside your head, keeping you caged beneath him. "So tight around me… chernyy angel, you were made for this. For me.” “Don’t hide your sounds. I want to hear every little cry, every little whimper when I make you cum.”

and yk bucky would he eating you out while you’re trying to study