Cernunnos, sculpture en bronze de Christophe CHARBONNEL
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Cernunnos, sculpture en bronze de Christophe CHARBONNEL
I fucking hate hot places. I wish to be freezing my absolute tits off, thank you very much.
Priority One
You come first for Jason ~800 words
At his core, Jason Todd puts himself last. He's the first to jump in front of a bullet, first charge into a burning fire, first to drop dead center into a group of thugs.
It's not that he doesn't care about his safety, it's just that he deems his safety as lesser. He's stronger, sturdier, and if he's the one that goes down instead of someone else? That's a good thing.
He knows people would worry. People would miss him. But they'd move on the same way they did before. They would fill the gaps in the spaces he leaves, and there wouldn't be a need to pick the pieces off the floor because nothing would break at his loss.
when he tells you he’s going to cum inside you as he holds your hips in a bruising hold so you can’t squirm away… apologizing profusely but he really needs to cum inside… he really can’t pull out… he hopes you’ll understand… but he needs it… he just can’t stop… especially if he starts repeatedly chanting "i'm sorry, i love you" before continuing pounding again, not having had enough of his fill, marking your weak body and hugging you tightly, gasping and moaning and losing himself inside and needing more-
hiii can i request dark!maeve smut??? it can take any direction youd like
omg omg omg dark maeve PLEASE
I’m imagining this when maeve and elana werent together after the plane incident… imagine they never got together and maeve is also crazy
Content warnings: MINORS DNI. dark!Maeve, although not as dark as she could be, non/dub con because of abuse of power but reader has a crush, light smut at the end (strap on w bottom reader&fingering)
Giggles during mean, nasty sex is a requirement, actually.
do whatever you want to me, just keep me 𖹭
warnings: public sex, mentions of fisting, overstimulation, pussy inspections, thigh-riding, impact play, sex toys, bondage mentions?, possessiveness, rimming, masturbation, crying during sex, hair pulling, deepthroating, slut-shaming, this shit is so ooc but i could care less
exhibitionist!queen maeve who backs you up into any corner or wall at any chance she gets to push her muscled thigh between your own, testing your desperation and need for her in public "dont want people to hear us do you? for people to catch us? so do us both a favor and keep quiet." you could feel your own juices covering her thigh, but she kept at it. continuing to flex her thigh against your pussy until you finally came.
mean!queen maeve who slutshames you to humiliate you, putting her cigarettes out on your thighs. "you like being my ashtray, hm?" her big, veiny hands parting your legs to tease you through your panties as she groans mixed insults and praises. she wants to work you to the edge, see how fucking far you go but she knows you cant handle it. "come on look at me." she slaps your clothed clit harshly to get your attention but it just fucking tips you over, and you cum right then and there. shes surprised, but that doesnt keep her from rubbing you. "let me hear you. let me hear how much you like being fucked and slapped around like you're nothing. don't you have any self respect? any dignity? or are you just a whore? a whore, made to be used hm?"
possessive!queen maeve who bends you over any counter to inspect your pussy, making sure nobody has ever touched you besides herself. opening up your lips and poking and prodding at your open cunt, licking her lips as she pushes a finger or two in, listening to the way you whine and squeeze around her fingers. saying that "shes only ever wanted the best for you" while fucking your cunt with 3 fingers, her other hand grabbing your ass to hold you in place as you writhe. you shake and cry as she presses her thumb to rub your clit, wanting you to tell her that you'll never let anyone use you besides her. "your pussy was made for my fingers, they just fit so perfect. just makes me wonder how many i could fit, if i could maybe even fit my whole fuckin' hand in here." making it known that shes the only one who could touch and fuck you the way she does, the only one who knows how to play with you.
(CONSENSUAL) perverted!queen maeve who will stare at you like youre fucking meat. grope your tits while youre making the bed, only for her to finger your cunt until youre gushing onto her palm. she'll come up behind you while youre cleaning, pulling her arms around your waist and slipping her hands beneath the waistband of your panties. "i bet you'd let me fuck you anywhere, bend you over anything." she says, her big hand cupping your pussy just so perfectly as she rubs your clit to completion. sometimes she'll even run her hands over the arch of your back and down to your ass while youre making dinner, pulling your pants down to your ankles as she drops to her knees to run her tongue over your perfect little hole. she'd even go as far to masturbate in the living room while you're watching tv "look don't touch" making you stare at her as she runs her own hands over her nipples, as she pushes a finger deep into her own pussy as you watch and listen.
pathetic!queen maeve who whines as she sucks on your clit, because shes just so damn desperate to please you. her hands clasp around your thighs and youre sure its gonna mark so you grab her hair, craning her head back so you can get a better look at her face. her mascara is running down her cheeks, your juices smeared around her lips, and all she can do is just look at you with the most pathetic puppy eyes ever. "all..all i ever want is you." soon enough you have her sprawled out on the bed, a vibrating bullet buried deep into her pussy, and all she can do is strain against the restraints as the toy brings her to climax."i just want...want to make you happy." later, shes back to her knees, crying as you push your fake cock deep into her throat. when you pull away from her all she does is push her face up closer to you, the spit-covered cock up against her cheek now.
touch starved!queen maeve who cums in a solid 3 minutes after not being with anyone in almost 5 years, shes almost embarrassed until you work her right up to another one. she's crying, tiny little tear drops leaving her eyes as she cums once more, and all she can do is beg. "pleasepleaseplease- fuck me again, i-i can take more." and she's desperate, really, you know that. but how can you fucking deny her when shes begging like that?
okay so this isnt the stuff i usually write, but ive been SOOO obsessed with her lately. yes i know there is grammar mistakes i wrote this so late at night so bear with me...if its that bad put it in grammarly <3
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the way you were obsessed with ben—it was clear, he picked on that pretty quickly.
you followed him around like a puppy desperate for attention, your big eyes always on him. the way you licked your lower lip as your eyes would absentmindedly follow to his crotch. you’d slightly tilt your head and squeeze your eyes together, wiggling your hips a little to relive the tension in your body.
and fuck, did he love it.
he smiled as he saw you around the office, wearing one of those short floaty dresses that left nothing to the imagination as you’d bent forward. it would ride up just perfectly for him to see your panties—and damn, you had some pretty pairs. they were mostly white and he thought that you might be doing it on purpose as it was easier to see the slick patch on the fabric that was there constantly. to be honest, he didn’t remember when was the last time you weren’t wet around him.
but then again, you were his perfect little slut—always eager and ready to have his thick cock shoved up deep inside your tight pussy.
“oh fuck, s’tight,” he practically growled as you were bouncing up and down his massive length.
it didn’t take long to have you naked—one whistle and suggestive look towards the bedroom were enough for you to quickly run to the room, losing your clothes in the process. he’d chuckle as he lied down in bed, resting against the headboard and watching as you eagerly jumped on him.
you were so cockdrunk and he just couldn’t be happier about it.
you whimpered, tilting your head back and closing your eyes when you felt one of the thicker and bigger veins rub delicious against your delicate walls, his tip pressing your cervix with each slurp of your pussy. however, ben didn’t like that—you were supposed to have his eyes on him, at all times. especially when he was the one making you feel good. he relished in the need and hunger for him that were so clearly displayed in your irises.
so, with a low growl, he grabbed your throat and squeezed it, tight enough to leave a mark and reduce the the air intake in your lungs, but not enough to actually strangle you. he just wanted his little girl to have a reminder of who she belonged to—a few bruises on her pretty neck, made by his fingers, would serve its purpose.
the moment you felt the air access lessen, you widened your eyes and looked back at him with a pathetic whimper that only made a predatory smile appear on his rugged but awfully handsome face. he squeezed again and a groan escaped him as you clamped your pussy on his fat dick.
“you like that, huh? you like it when daddy’s choking you? you’re such a dirty little girl. such a slut. you’ll do everything for some dick,” he scoffed, keeping the pressure on your throat with his fingers.
and it didn’t take long for an idea to pop up in his head. he chuckled lowly, almost breathlessly as the sound was taunting and menacing. he fixed his hold on your throat and then, started moving you up and down his cock, just to his liking. you whimpered, holding onto his wrist for support, a strangle cry escaping your throat. you wanted to close your eyes, but then, a gasp left your mouth as he sharply pinched your swollen clit.
“eyes on daddy if you want to cum. or do you want to crawl and hump the floor like you did last time?” he scoffed and the memory of your punishment, served enough as a warning. a faint blush covered your cheeks and you nodded your head, doing everything in your power to keep your eyes open, even though you so desperately wanted to have them roll back in your head.
“good girl. good fuckin’ girl,” he laughed, pulling you closer and leaving a small, rough kiss on your swollen lips. “the best girl, just f’daddy,” he drawled, pinching your bud again.
you squeaked and widened your eyes, clenching around his thick cock again, which only made him smile even more.
god, you were so adorable with his dick in your pussy.
When he’s a red flag but you need him
no thoughts at all- just this
grinding on daddy butcher’s big strong hairy thighs!!
yes yes yes!!! Lots of thoughts on this one but struggling to put them into words... take this jumbled mess content warnings: minors DNI, daddy kink, afab!fem!reader, thigh riding
I’m feral rn🥵
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My partner critiques my fics in memes, I felt this on a very personal level.
I’d bleed for anything if it held me the right way.
The space between you was minimal, just a few centimeters. Damian's breathing mixed with yours, creating a heavy atmosphere, charged with unspoken emotions. His hand slowly rose, as if he was hesitant to touch you, until his fingers brushed the line of your jaw.
"You are..." his voice, usually firm and controlled, now trembled with a mix of desire and vulnerability, "you are everything I swore I shouldn't have."
Your eyes met his, and in them you saw something raw and real, something he had never shown before. You could feel the internal battle he was fighting with himself, between the warrior who had to stay distant and the man who surrendered to what he felt for you.
Bruce Wayne kisses like you're the last thread of sanity holding him to this world. He'll cradle your face in his hands, lips making long, languidly slow movements over your own. By the end of it, you're pushed against some kind of furniture and panting, while he's already leaving to pull on his cowl. It hurts to see him go, yet you know that he'll be home again to kiss you senseless until the world makes sense.
Richard Grayson kisses like he'll be dead tomorrow. Little pecks along your cheek, forehead, neck—anywhere he can get those plush lips on. He'll kiss you until you're both breathless, chests heaving and faces flushed. He'll love you until the day he dies, and he makes sure that you know that. Every day, he spends like it's his last, and every day, he makes sure to give you so many kisses, you're drowning in his love.
Jason Todd kisses like he doesn't know how. Sure, he's had a few hookups, especially during his early days as Red Hood, but he's never kissed a person like you. He loves you, it's as simple as that. With others, he is rough and fast, not knowing how to slow down and just enjoy the presence of the person beneath him. With you, all he can do is be gentle, because you're the only person who has stayed and loved him as the broken man he is.
Tim Drake kisses you like he's trying to study you. He'll nip at your neck and jaw just to see how you react, just to grin to himself as he observes the way you melt into him when his lips meet yours. He'll let his hands wander to see what makes you relax, what makes your lips stutter against his. He enjoys every interaction like you are his subject and he is the scientist. He needs to know everything. Knowledge calls for him in his blood, and you, his love, are the doorway to it.
AgedUp!Damian Wayne kisses expensively. He starts at your jaw, making soft motions towards your lips until he finally claims them with his own. His wide hands hold you in place by the waist and his dark hair tickles your skin. He'll take his time, loving on you the way you deserve. He knows just how to kiss you like he knows just how to kill a man. He kisses soft and slow, because why would he have to rush? He has his beloved in his arms, whispering his name against his lips; what more could he want?
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