#smut.

For anyone wondering - this message is referring to this ask.

18+ mdni.

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Jason could go down on you for hours.

For Jason, sex is a very intimate thing, and in a lot of ways, eating you out feels more personal than piv. Jason lives for the level of closeness that oral provides.

And Jason is good at giving head. He knows how to read your body: the shake of your thighs, the tug you give his hair, the way your eyes glaze over when he does something that's just right. Jason is so in tune with what you like, what you need, and that translates to the bedroom. He has so much to give.

But thing is, Jason is also good at going down on you because he likes it so much. His goal is to give you pleasure, of course, but after he does, he'll just keep going. He'll spread you out on the bed, lay between your legs, and eat. Provided he has your permission, Jason will keep giving you head even as you drift in and out sleep. Maybe you'll wake up as Jason pulls lazy orgasm after lazy orgasm from you, or maybe you won't, your limbs becoming loose and relaxed underneath him.

The first few times this happens, you wonder why Jason is so enamored with the act, but then you realize... it's his senses. Jason was deprived of so much when Joker stole him, and even now, he's rushed and weighed down: Jason inhales his food, using it as nothing more than a source of fuel, wears the heavy symbol of the Red Hood suit, hurriedly strokes himself on nights he can't see you just to get the itch scratched. When he's going down on you, everything is the opposite; Jason gets to cast off the armor, savor the taste of you, gently rut against the edge of the bed because he knows there will be time for him to take care of himself after. Being between your legs is one of the only instances in which Jason is allowed to be one-track minded, to throw everything else out the window for favor of losing himself to what's in front of him and to indulge in all those sensations he was robbed of for months.

of course dennis loves this, he’s such a freak.

between you and him, he loves fucking you in front of the mirror. proper positions? forgotten. doggy, missionary, cowgirl? he doesn’t care as long as he buried deep in your cunt, destroying you while you’re forced to stare at yourself while he ravages you. hand on your neck forcing you to keep your eyes on the mirror while he fucks you. filthily whispering into your ear about how you know now how pretty you look and how you drive him crazy. praising you for taking it well only to degrade you and call you his slut. he has makes sure that you can see how you look when you cum, and that you can watch him fill you up while he groans into the side of your neck.

"Pink is the flavor, solve the riddle"

*ೃ༄ Pairing: Blue Bennings x Reader

Synopsis╰┈➤ Blue=Donald. You=Bubba. (Pls get the reference)

Warnings: STARVED Blue(no I will not give up my needy Blue agenda.), oral sex (f!recieving), biting, whiny Blue(if you squint reall hard). (I think that's it)

CW: nsfw — afab!anatomy, fingering, hand + glove kink

Thinking about HUGO with his nice, pretty hands—long fingers that are flexible and nimble, pressing into your skin as he parts your thighs. One of his hands is covered in that black leather glove he usually wears, but it doesn't stop the coolness of his skin from seeping through, raising goosebumps along your skin as he drags his gloved fingers to your core.

You shiver as you feel them touch you, and his other hand on your thigh keeps you open, a whimper leaving you when he presses his thumb to your clit, the coldness of his touch making it more sensitive.

It only gets worse (or better, however you prefer to think of it) when he slips two fingers into you, so capable of reaching deep inside of you and pressing against that spot that makes you cry out.

— ♆ c.w • mdni, slight exhibitionism, fem!reader, small space, smut 19+, fingering, cunnilingus, pet names, softdom!bucky, unprotected sex, cream pie, hookup, etc.

— word count: 1.2K

She felt her heart racing as Bucky's tongue flicked against her sensitive clit. They were in the middle of a busy club, the music pumping and lights flashing, and yet here they were, engaged in a deliciously dirty act. Her legs were spread wide, her short dress riding up her thighs as she presented her glistening pussy to Bucky.

Bucky had been feasting on her for what felt like an eternity, his mouth and tongue working miracles on her aching hole. He had already made her cum multiple times, his expert tongue knowing exactly how to tease and please her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned loudly, her hands gripping the back of Bucky's head, encouraging him to continue his heavenly assault.

As her moans grew louder and more frantic, Bucky knew she was getting close again. Her pussy clenched around his tongue, and he could taste her sweet juices flowing freely. Wanting to push her over the edge, he inserted two fingers into her tight hole, curling them to hit that magical spot.

"Oh fuck! Bucky, I'm gonna cum again!" She cried out, her voice hoarse from her previous orgasms. And cum she did. Her body shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Bucky lapped at her juices, loving the taste of her sweet nectar. He gently sucked on her swollen clit, prolonging her orgasm and making her squirm with pleasure.

But as she came down from her high, she realized something. She had been far too loud, her moans and cries of pleasure filling the stall they had claimed as their own. Embarrassment flooded her as she realized the stall next to them was occupied and clearly heard her vocal display.

Bucky noticed her sudden change in demeanor and realized what had happened. But instead of stopping, he decided to take advantage of the situation, enjoying the exhibitionist turn of events. "Shhh," he whispered, his hot breath fanning her swollen pussy. "Don't worry about them, they're not the ones making you feel this good."

Before she could respond, Bucky pushed two fingers back inside her, making her gasp. With his other hand, he covered her mouth, muffling her moans as he began to fuck her with his hand. His fingers pumped in and out, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit. Her eyes widened as she felt a rush of sensations overtaking her body. It was too much, and yet not enough.

Bucky used his free hand to grab her thigh, pulling her closer, so she was impaled on his fingers. He added a third, stretching her, and she whimpered, the feeling of being so full almost unbearable. Bucky's thumb continued to work her clit, and he could feel her pussy contracting around his fingers as she teetered on the edge once more.

"Cum for me, baby," he growled, his mouth close to her ear, his hand still covering her mouth to muffle the sounds that threatened to escape. "Let them see how good I make you feel."

She couldn't hold back anymore. Her body exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm, her juices flowing freely as she shook uncontrollably. Bucky rode out her waves of pleasure, his fingers never stopping their relentless assault.

As her orgasm began to subside, he slowly withdrew his fingers, making her whine at the loss.

Bucky brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. "Tasty," he murmured, a devious smile playing on his lips. She felt a rush of heat between her legs as she watched him taste her off his fingers. She was completely spent, but the sight of him doing that made her pussy clench and her nipples harden.

"You like that, don't you, good girl?" Bucky asked, seeing the desire still burning in her eyes. "You're so wet for me.”

She bit her lip, feeling a mix of shyness and naughtiness washing over her. "Please, Bucky," she whispered. "I need you."

Bucky's smile grew wider, and he stood up, pulling her up with him. He backed her against the stall door, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming his strong body as she felt his hard cock pressing against her stomach.

Without breaking the kiss, Bucky lifted her, making her wrap her legs around his waist. With one hand, he guided his throbbing cock to her entrance, teasing her wetness with the tip. She whimpered, needing him inside her now.

"Tell me you want it," Bucky growled, his voice thick with desire.

"I want it," She cried out, her breath coming in short gasps. "Please, Bucky, fuck me. I need your dick inside me."

With a swift thrust, Bucky buried himself inside her, making them both moan at the intense feeling of connection. Her walls stretched to accommodate his thickness, and he began to move, his hands gripping her ass as he set a relentless pace.

The force of his thrusts pushed her higher against the stall, and she clawed at his back, leaving marks in his passion. Bucky's cock felt like it was made for her pussy, hitting all the right spots and driving her wild.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," Bucky grunted, his eyes screwed shut as he tried to hold off his impending orgasm. "I'm not gonna last long, you feel too damn good."

She tightened her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. "Cum for me, Bucky," she begged."I want to feel you come inside me.

Those words sent Bucky over the edge, and he thrust into her one last time as he unleashed his hot cum deep inside her waiting womb. She felt his cock twitch with each pulse, her own orgasm crashing over her as she milked him dry.

They stayed connected for a moment, catching their breath, before Bucky gently lowered her to the ground. She felt his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy.

———

They both walked out of the club bathroom, the pulsating music quickly filling the silence between them. Bucky gave her a polite smile, his usual warmth present but now distant. She on the other hand, still reeling from their shared moment, found herself lingering on the edge of something she couldn’t quite name.

"Thanks for tonight," she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady. Her gaze searched his face for a sign that he might feel the same way, but Bucky's expression remained unreadable.

He nodded, his smile still in place but his eyes already scanning the room for his friends. "Yeah, it was fun. Take care, okay?"

She nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat as he turned and walked away, effortlessly slipping back into the crowd. She watched him go, feeling a pang of disappointment as she realized she was just another fleeting encounter in his night, while he had become something more to her.

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hello everybody!

Aphrodite here. I apologize for not posting as often, however my life recently has been a bit busy, and I havnt had the motivation to write.

However, I am not here for a apology only.

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In modern society, it has become an issue that sex is "everything".

"You havent lived right if you havent had sex"

"You havent had fun if you havent had sex. "

"You dont love someone if you havent had sex"

These are lines I've actually heard, when I explained to someone I wasnt comfortable with sexual encounters at a young age.

It's pathetic that our society relies on sex.

This also applied to fan-fiction. The fact that the only way for a writer to gain traction is through pure, unfiltered smut is insane, and the fact that everyone eats it up is crazy to me.

Whats even worse is the lack of any fluff. Love is more than just sex, is the little moments, the subtle, innocent touches, the holding hands under a sunset and staring at the sky, the hugs after long days, and laying on the couch watching movies. The spending time together innocently, that doesnt turn into something more, just that. Innocence.

I miss when stories would wisk you away to a brand new world, and have stories that were so breath taking and jaw dropping, that tears would fall out of my eyes, at the slightest plot twist.

This goes to books and fan-fiction. Books now-a-days barely pass by as original. So many follow the same plot, of a half-done, 4 chapter storyline plot, and then pure, unfiltered, smut, and then ends. No aftercare, no sweet moments. Just sex.

Fan-fiction is slowly starting to follow in these so called "successors" footsteps.

A barely there plot, and pure smut, with nothing after.

It's become so bad, that it's like reading something AI, because it had no more emotion.

It's uncreative and frankly lazy. I don't give a shit how much time and effort a person claims to have put into it.

Watching porn, and then writing it is not creativity.

Sex should not be considered something "creative."

On top of that, the fact that tags with "underage sex" and "Incest" and even "rape" stories of such, absolutely enrages me. If you enjoy writing content of this low-level, you should feel ashamed of yourself, and even more if you actively enjoy it. These are topics that are serious problems in society, made to be some terrible excuse to write two minors having sex, something that should not be normalized.

Sexual tendencies is a natural way of the body, I'm not saying don't, however dont force everything to revolve around sex. Stories leading up to sex, and only sex, or just asking people for sex and nothing more.