#GD smut

[bloodorangesoup]

Kinktober '23 Day 3 - Dacryphilia (SKZ Bang Chan)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Warnings: crying (obv), handjob, oral (m. receiving), chan cums in readers mouth (gross 🙄), fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: this is not proofread so bear with me 😁 think I did this right? Let me know 😭 also would anyone be interested in a taglist for kinktober?

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Chan dragged his feet as he got into the elevator, huffing when he had to lift his arm to press the button for your floor. His eyes closed as his muscle memory led him down the hall to your room. Using his key to unlock the door, he stepped in and stood at the entrance, taking a moment to relax in the solitude and comfort of your apartment. 

“Channie, is that you?”

He smiled at the sound of your voice. After a moment without responding he heard your footsteps draw towards him. His eyes were still closed when he felt your hands lift the backpack off his shoulders and slip his beanie off. He sighed as you ran your fingers through his hair, combing through the flattened strands. A soft peck met his lips. He was too exhausted to kiss back, but you could see his appreciation in the sad smile that greeted you once you pulled back. 

Finally opening his eyes, he saw the concern on your face, your eyebrows lifted up. Your head quirked to the side. Chan thought you looked like some adorable confused puppy. Sliding your arms around his waist, you left a kiss to his shoulder, never breaking eye contact. 

“You okay, baby?” You asked sweetly, your voice soft in the quiet room. 

“Just tired s’all,” he whispered back. His eyes closed as he let his head rest on top of yours. 

“You wanna talk about it?” 

“Nah,” he said nonchalantly. But you knew him better than that, there was something on his mind. “Just wanna hold you right now.”

“Well, I can do that.” He could hear the smile in your voice. You shuffled your bodies to the couch, helping Chan remove his jacket on the way. He let his body fall onto the couch, keeping hold of you and pulling you down with him. Your head rested on his chest, feeling his heart steadily beat as he held you. Your right arm was against the couch, holding his back, while your left arm rubbed his chest. Your hand moved up to rub his shoulder.

“Ah, Channie, you feel so tense,” you pouted. 

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just sore from practice today, we started some new stunts today.” You looked up to see his grimace with that last part. 

“Don’t overwork yourself, then you won’t be able to dance at all,” you frowned. You slid your hand down his torso, slipping it under his sweatshirt. He sighed as he felt your cold hands cool the skin of his stomach. Your fingers glided over his abs. His heartbeat quickened under your ear. Rubbing circles on his chest, you could feel him start to breathe hearder under you. 

“Y/n,” Chan whispered.

“Yes, baby?” Your finger circled his nipple, sliding over it and pulling a moan from his mouth. He hissed when you did it again. “Shhh,” your hand slid back down his stomach, “you had a stressful day didn’t you, baby?” His eyes were shut tight as he slowly nodded his head. “Let me take care of you. Can I take care of you, Channie?” He nodded eagerly this time, feeling his cock begin to stiffen at your words. “Good boy, let me take care of you, okay?” Chan’s head was buzzing from the praise. It was a stressful day. The way you were all sweet on him and helping him relax began to swell up his chest. 

His train of thought was cut off when he felt your right hand slide from under him. Your hand cupped his jaw, thumb pulling on his chin to slightly open his mouth. The next thing he felt was your lips capturing his upper lip. You wasted no time slipping your tongue into his mouth. He gladly invited it, his own toying with yours as you sucked on his lip. Your hand continued to slide down until it reached his navel. With more pressure, you pushed your hand further, palming at his growing erection. He let out a deep groan. 

You broke the kiss, “Feel good, baby?” You didn’t give him a chance to respond, kissing him again, he nodded against your mouth. His hands came up to your waist, pulling at the hem of your shirt. Separating from him, you let him pull your shirt over your head. He finally opened his eyes for what felt like the first time in hours and thanked the universe that you weren’t wearing a bra. He immediately slid his hands up to your boobs, squeezing and squishing them together. You pressed your palm harder over his cock and he moaned loudly as his head fell back against the armrest of the couch. 

“Let me take the stress away, baby. Just relax for me.” You began lifting his shirt off of him. He leaned forward and lifted his arms just enough to let you get it off of him. You pulled at the waistband of his sweats. He raised his hips as you dragged them off his body along with his boxers. His cock sprang free of its confines, his tip pink and leaking. Chan felt vulnerable, naked on the couch in front of you. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him nude, but he felt oddly open. You could clearly see the stress and tiredness in him, and you were comforting him so nicely, taking care of him in his exhausted state. He wasn’t scared or nervous to be this vulnerable with you, but it was new. He had never been so bare in your presence. 

You looked down as you grasped his dick, squeezing your hand from the base to the tip. You swiped your thumb over his tip, spreading his precum.

“Ohh, y/n,” he struggled to speak. You silenced him with a peck to his lips. 

“Shhhh, Channie.” You continued to pepper kisses around his face as you stroked him slowly.

Chan’s body felt like jelly, he could barely keep his arms up to continue playing with your chest. The tension had been building in his body since that morning when he started work, the physical and emotional toll of his job weighing down on him harder than most days. His muscles tensed and relaxed at your movements. His body carried tension yet his mind was light, all he could focus on was the feeling of your lips on his cheek, his forehead, his nose, and the warm feeling growing in his belly. You looked down at Chan, his eyes were glossed over and glassy, looking up at you in adoration. 

“You’re okay, baby. You can relax now, I got you,” you cooed. Your other hand rose to cup his cheek, your fingertips scratching at his hairline. Chan couldn’t help the way his chest tightened, he felt his breathing pick up and his bottom lip began to quiver. He felt his nose sting as his eyes watered. All he could do was look up at you with tears in his eyes. Your thumb swiped at his cheek as a tear slid down his cheek. You picked up your pace, squeezing him tighter than before. His breaths began to come out in sobs, the tears continuing to stream down his cheeks. 

“Y/n,” he cried. He was overwhelmed. His heart felt like it was bursting out of his chest and his body was on fire. His hips were lifting off the couch, meeting your wrist as he thrust into your hand. He couldn’t remember why he was crying anymore. Everything that had piled up on him throughout the day was forgotten as you held him so tenderly. Still, he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Let it out, Channie. You look so pretty when you cry, you know that?” you spoke against his mouth. Chan whimpered as you kissed him again. He could feel the salt of his tears mix in with saliva as your tongues met once again. 

“Y/n, I’m so close,” his voice cracked in between sniffles. He was so desperate to come, his cock pulsating in your palm. But he needed to wait for your permission, he owed it to you after you had taken such good care of him. 

“I know, baby. You’re almost there, just a little longer, okay?” This felt like torture, but Chan was putty in your hands. He could only trust you as you continued unraveling him. He felt your face pull away from him as you sank down his body, your hand didn’t stop stroking. Chan groaned as your mouth neared his throbbing tip. Your tongue stuck out to lick the precum that had leaked out. He hissed at the feeling of your wet tongue touching his skin. His eyes shut tight again, trying to compose himself. Your hand slowed down but didn’t stop, Chan moaned at the change of pace.

“Look at me, Channie,” you called up to him. His eyes shot open as you began sucking on his tip. His eyes still glimmered, his eyelashes sticking together from the tears. You released his tip with a pop making Chan’s eyes roll back. “You can come, baby,” you kissed his tip. Chan almost exploded right there. “Watch as you come in my mouth, Channie. I love you so much.” You stroked him harder at the base of his cock, taking the tip and then some into your mouth. Your tongue slid against the underside as you gently sucked. 

Tears pricked his eyes again, the pleasure was too much. He felt your hand reach for his, You intertwined your fingers, your hand giving his a squeeze. The heat in his belly overflowed. He chanted your name in a moan as he released in your mouth. You kept sucking as ropes of him cum filled your mouth. Chan’s hand gripped yours like a vice, like you were his lifeline. You swallowed once he finished, rising to give him a taste of himself as you kissed him. 

The smoke cleared in Chan’s brain. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you down to lay against him. He reached over, pulling a blanket off the back of the couch and setting it over the both of you. 

“Did that make you feel any better?” You asked. Chan’s heart tightened at the sincerity in your voice. He buried his head in your shoulder, turning to leave a chaste kiss on your neck.

“Yes, baby. You always take such good care of me.” 

Your hand rubbed his arm, soothing his body after the intensity of the night. 

“I love you, Channie,” you kissed the side of his head. “I’m always gonna take care of you.”

“I love you more, y/n. I love you so much.” His body finally relaxed as he felt your breaths align. He was okay. Slowly, you two drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Than you for reading this far! Feel free to send requests 🫶

#stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #skz smut #skz imagines #skz x reader #stray kids chan smut #stray kids bang chan smut #bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #skz bang chan smut #stray kids chan imagines #skz chan smut #skz chan x reader #christopher bang smut #christopher bang x reader #chris bang smut #chris bang x reader #literally cannot think of anymore gd tags

[strawberrytalia]

me seeing a “batfam are all readers and this is what i think they like to read!” post:

me seeing op label dick, steph, and babs as huge girly smut readers reading booktok shit that endorses rape despite being sa survivors themselves:

#batfam #dick grayson #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #idc im tagging them #what the fuck is wrong with you people #seriously you get onto the internet and you just say random shit about these characters don’t you #DICK GRAYSON A SMUT READER??? #DICK GRAYSON?????????????? #READING HAUNTING ADELINE???? 🤢🤢 #i’m def blocking that person but GD #WTF #this is literally why i can’t go into duke or bat tags anymore #moots if you see a good duke post pls send it personally to me #bc this tag is rancid

[taegularities]

So when he said he looks most attractive after a shower...😪

he truly meant it :')

#i was eating when this happened and i nearly died :') #notes for rid 🌹 #anon #right after the gd cmi10 shower smut too gahhh

[lowlifesymptoms]

anyways, i saw oppenheimer, hmu if u like these boys

#oppenheimer #edward teller #ernest lawrence #i liked all of them btw #genuinely #its been a minute since i made historical figure smut #but gd christopher nolan makes u do crazy things #its not my fault #he did something #put something in the theater air conditioning #feel like i got sex pollened

[poppy-metal]

playing witj fem jordans tits while she finger fucks your princess pussy, she places hot kisses all along your collar bone and neck, leading to the end your shoulder, she shudders as you squeeze her cute little perky nipple, and thrusts her fingers faster and deeper into your cunt feeling your slick gather in her palm, her thumb nudges your beady little clit, you throb against her, 'mmmmm' you press your lips together to contain your moans, your parents in the next room heavy breathing to a new level, 'jordie' u breathe out, she lifts her head from your neck, teeth chewing her lip into a smirk, she pulls you into close the gap between your lips, you feel her go jelly against you, despite relaxing a bit more she never loses speed into pumping into you, you move your hand on her back that was helping to keep balance to the arm she is using to touch you, you feel the muscle in her bicep contract and expand as she pleasures you, toes curling as she hits just the right spot making the heat build in your tummy, you move back and bring her puffy button into your mouth, she gasps and slows her movement with her fingers, but not on your clit, she took her digits out and started to move down, spitting in her hand and moving her pointer and middle finger, smoothing the spit in her hand along your pussy. Jordan switches and takes their cock out their boxers, takes their slick hand with both of you on it, and glides it on the head of their cock, fisting it and the glance up at you "ready baby" and they sort of bat their eyes LIKE A SLUT

ok gn

nnng fuck sucking on their nipple while they play in the slick mess between your legs - just lazy strokes of their fingers pumping in and out of your little hole. they let out little sighs whenever your tongue rubs over the tight bud in your mouth, you're so cute, eyes hazy, mouth full, spreading your legs so you can give them your pussy. you whine when they pull away, tit popping from your wet mouth, and they sush you, using the slick of your juices to lube their cock when they shift, nudging the ruddy tip through your folds. "you're okay, baby - i got you. here -", their strong arm comes around your head, cradling you almost, dragging your mouth back to their skin so you can latch on. at the same time, you feel them gently pressing into you, sliding and widening your hole as they push in, in, in "fuck. there you go. so fucking full, huh."

#ask #gd i need them #jordan li smut

[vellichorbindery]

Finished this little one-shot bc I listened to the song Dress by Charlotte Sands which inspired me to write Sirius in a red dress. Also saw @industrations Remus in a silk dress sketch and then read @kaaaaaaarf soft like silk chiffon which was chef’s kiss and I wanted to explore a bit of wolfstar sm*t.

First time writing from Remus’ pov pls be kind this is also not beta’d yet but it was fun!

Dress read full thing on ao3!

Wolfstar. 2k. One shot. Sirius in a red dress and boots AND pigtails geesh (thanks @waxingrunes for basically giving me all the ideas with your art 🫶🏼) nsfw. EXPLICIT. Don’t read if you’re not comfy.

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Remus thinks he might just explode in his pants if he takes another glance at Sirius dancing in that dress. A slinky little number that hits him at midthigh, deep red, with dainty straps made of lace and a sweetheart neckline. His long pale legs are adorned in knee-high, red-heeled boots. The man looks completely edible. Fuckable. Sirius moves to the beat of the music as if his body was created with this specific tune in mind. He’s all grace and elegance, his hips swaying as the dress rides up, up up. He throws his head back, pigtails held back with red ribbon, swaying as he moves, his mouth open in a wide, devilish smirk. He’s got so many eyes on him from all sides of the crowded room, but he’s only looking in one direction.

Remus sits at the bar, elbow bent, his hand supporting his head while he takes a break from dancing, with Regulus sitting next to him. He’s gritting his teeth, jaw clenched, as Sirius raises a perfect eyebrow at him and licks the pouty upper lip with a tongue that Remus is very familiar with. He watches as his boyfriend runs his hands down his body, slowly, all the while holding his gaze. Remus is gripping onto his drink so tight; that he thinks it might shatter in his hands. He’s completely hypnotized as Sirius takes a black polished finger and pulls at his bottom lip. He can barely make out the tattoo there from his spot, but he knows what the ink on his inner lip reads. He’s sucked on that specific spot too many times to count. Tattooed in a traditional style font. The word Daddy. He swallows heavily as his cock twitches in his trousers, and he shifts in his seat.

#wolfstar #wolfstar one shot #kinda edited it but I also miss shit #Sirius in a dress #Remus going feral #wolfstar smut #couldn’t get this outta my head so here ya go #oh and sirius with pigtails bc waxing runes gd #dedicated to cerci as this is my first wolfstar piece and her Remus and Sirius are my bbys

[inchidentally]

fall right in by Anonymous

Rated E - temporarily a girl AU; podium curse; miscommunication

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(I hope it's okay bc the author is currently anonymous but I've been in a complete euphoric state of how amazing the smut and feelings of this are !!)

#landoscar fic #fic rec #landoscar smut #miscommunications and boys being incredibly stupid and clueless is so gd high on my favorites #if you want me to delete don't hesitate to ask !! #this is just like fully in my brain and kink meme fics can get lost so easily

[ms-nesbit]

The Graduate (professor!jason todd x reader)

yall sickos voted for it, and here it is.

summary: Reader is attending Gotham University with Tim and Steph, who invite her to hide away from her family at Wayne Manor for summer; Reader's old professor, Mr. Todd - whom she had feelings for - would return to Wayne Manor for a visit.

warnings: smut, reader is chubby (and is mentioned vaguely during the smut part), oral sex (female and male receiving), jason todd is not red hood

word count: 3.7k

note: i wasnt passionate about this, and i think it shows. i will submit another poll soon

AO3

Trees swayed to and fro, their leaves descending from their branches. Below them were students of Gotham University, bustling with mixed feelings in their own individual bubbles. At this time of the year, the students were frantic to finish their studies, bubbling with fear of failure - or, in y/n’s case, fear of the inevitable: returning back home to her parents.

“Come on, y/n!” Tim nudged her shoulder playfully. “Just stay with us for a bit. I’m sure your folks won’t mind a bit if you joined us.” His backpack slung over one shoulder, his other arm holding his overpriced textbooks. “Plus, you know that Bruce is going to be inviting Jason back over.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at the enticing information, knowing exactly why it was so pertinent of Tim to disclose the trivia. Jason - or, as y/n called him, Mr. Todd - was her two-hundred level literature professor, one that kept her attendance sharp. Despite her punctuality, y/n’s grades stooped a tad lower than she hoped, having to set aside time for a tutor after hours. The cause?

Wandering eyes. Nearly every lecture in the hall, a “snoozefest” for typical students, was a period of time during which y/n found herself gawking at Professor Todd, sometimes uncomfortably shifting in her seat as she felt herself getting wet underneath her clothes.

“Since you’re basically graduated, you can probably hit on him.” Steph bounced along on y/n’s other side, shiny blonde hair drifting behind her.

While y/n was far from graduating, as her dean (and stacking student loans) reminded her, she was further from infancy as a student; it did help that GU’s policy chose not to define how intimate student-teacher relationships could be, as long as the student was not directly professionally affiliated with the professor.

“I’ll see what I can do.” Y/n let out with a bothered breath.

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Three weeks dashed by, each of y/n’s remaining final exams torturing her, one after the next; she persevered (but barely, nearly falling asleep during her Business Ethics final), and boxed her dorm-materials, shipping them, along with herself, to the Wayne Manor. It wasn’t y/n’s first stay at the manor, having been a guest to the Wayne family’s abundance of galas and sleepovers, but she felt much more high-strung and self-conscious, wanting to make a good impression on her crush.

Tim’s older brothers, Dick and Jason, moved out of Wayne Manor shortly before y/n met Tim, so she never truly thought anything of them; until, of course, y/n’s first day of Classic Literature, when a tall, top-heavy man abruptly entered the lecture hall, reading glasses high on his nose. At that moment, y/n found herself leaning in closer over her desk, regretting her choice of sitting in the rows farthest from the center of the auditorium. She watched as Jason’s fingers ruffled through his hair, black sprinkled with white near his widow’s peak, wondering if it was soft. Or maybe his hair was gelled with some substance, which emitted a waft of juniper and sage…or cedar and cypress…or wintermint. Unfortunately, she caught nothing of Jason’s hint of a pop-quiz that coming Friday, or that the test would account for ten percent of their overall grade.

Y/n’s grade-point average dipped disastrously after that course, something she had to excuse to her parents, as unforgiving as they were, despite their overall dismissal of everything else in her life.

It was why y/n loved her time at Wayne Manor, stepping in with boxes in her arms. She was stopped by a slender man in a navy tee, asking if he could assist with her boxes. “It just seems real heavy, and I don’t want you to get hurt on the stairs.” he excused, taking on the boxes of clothing and bedding.

“Good morning, Alfred!” y/n chirped at the older gentleman, who nodded back and returned his greeting. “How are you?”

Alfred smiled politely. “Most busy, as usual. And how are your courses, Teddy?”

Teddy was a term Alfred used toward y/n when she was a child. He didn’t break the habit, nor did y/n want him to. “Surprisingly tough, actually. I haven’t received the results on my ceramics project, but overall, I’m looking okay.”

Peering down at her from the top of the staircase, Alfred’s smile remained. “Undoubtedly, you are more than capable of handling those adversaries. I’m proud of you.” Alfred was a family member to y/n, similarly to Tim and Steph, caring for all of them whenever they came down with illness, or when y/n was unable to return home due to another violent outburst from her parents. It wasn’t unusual to Alfred, nor did he shame her for it, but he treated her as an insider, and y/n treated him as an equal (dissimilarly to some of the Wayne family’s other guests).

After having been shown her temporary room by Pennyworth, y/n settled her boxes and laid on the bed, catching her breath. Still no Mr. Todd, y/n thought to herself, Would it be weird if I asked Al when he’s stopping by?

It seemed that Dick read her thoughts, as he arrived in the room, remaining boxes in his arms. He set them down beside the doorway and kept his distance respectfully. “Tim told me you had Jason as your teacher. Was he good at all? I heard he’s pretty strict.”

Strict? I don’t remember him being...oh shit, yeah. Y/n recalled, an amused chortle leaving her lips. “He had his moments.” Of the little focus she did have, y/n retained the information, instantly enveloped by the idiosyncrasies ranging from his zero-tolerance policy on open beverages of any kind to his amenability of otherwise adultish themes. During his lecture one day about The Scarlet Letter, Professor Todd tucked his hair behind his ears and dove into the ignorance of sexual fluidity, and the importance of noting Western Christian themes into classic literature.

And when he unveiled his stance on feminism, to the dismay of several misogynistic students sitting in his class, y/n felt her feelings intensifying, even letting out a dreamily sigh when he expelled the oafish hecklers with an impatient tone.

“Do you think it would be weird if he stayed over? He texted me this morning to ask you.” Dick’s voice snapped y/n from her thoughts.

Y/n shook her head cloddishly. “Oh, no! No, not at all, it’s-it’s okay, y’know? It’s his house, too, so I don’t want him to feel put off by it.”

Sensing the sharp discomfort in her body language, Dick lowered his eyes to his phone and ducked his head. “He doesn’t usually date his students, you know.” he looked through his hair, which drooped over the top of his face as his head was still tilted forward.

What the fuck is with the smart people in this fucking family? “That obvious?”

Dick held his index finger and thumb, gesturing, “Little bit. Though he will be here any minute, according to this text.” he showed y/n his conversation with Jason. “Maybe there’ll be an exception for you.” Dick smirked and winked suggestively before walking out of the room, leaving y/n alone with the dropped optimism.

Moments later, y/n heard a crashing down the hall, followed by a blasting profanity, before Tim clamored into her room, his eyes wide. “Y/n, y/n. Dude, did you check your phone?” Y/n shook her head, confused. “Jason’s here. Want me to set him up for ya?” His eyebrows jumped up and down almost mockingly, expression stenched with excitement.

“As tempting as that may be, I don’t think that would work.” Y/n brushed off. “Plus, I just talked to Dick and he said Mr. Todd doesn’t usually date his students.”

Letting out an exasperated grunt, Tim crossed his arms, shifting his weight onto one foot. “Phallus doesn’t know what he’s talking about. I mean, sure, Jason isn’t really big on the teacher-student thing - something with ‘taking advantage’ of a student and the power imbalance or whatever - but I’m sure he’ll be okay with you since you’re, like, no longer his student.” Tim’s sass blew through the ceiling with each word. “So, whaddaya say?”

The evening quickly rolled in, y/n exhausted from unpacking and spending her time frollicking with Steph. Not before long, though, Alfred called the family for dinner, rounding them up with an entree of cold-cut meats and cheeses, and appetizers of golden breadsticks layered with butter and spices. The aroma carried into the dormitories, interrupting y/n from her rest on her bed as her stomach growled. Following the scent, y/n eventually heard a deep voice singing along to a Doris Day record, and chose to pursue the voice instead. As she approached the source of the harmony, she discovered that it was Jason, folding laundry into clothes drawers. 

The closer she stepped, though, the more was unveiled to her: Jason wore his slacks, no different than his salaried attire, but his button-down, usually carefully pressed and sealed, was unbuttoned and relaxed, exposing areas of his chest and torso that seemed so forbidden for y/n to gaze at.

But she couldn’t possibly look away from the sight she daydreamed and pondered about - especially when he was much more toned than she initially thought. Holy shit, she repeated as Jason’s voice continued, like a siren drawing her in for a kill, his abs tightening as he hummed.

Attempting to back away stealthily, a floorboard creaked, alarming y/n, before she ended up bolting down the hall and stairs, running away from any possible consequence.

“Miss y/n, I do have to remind you not to run through the house, Dear.” Alfred admonished sternly as y/n zipped past him and into the dining room. “Please have a seat in your assigned seat.”

Ah, yes — assigned seats. Prior to their departure to university, Tim, Steph, and y/n had to follow a seating chart to deter from wreaking havoc (which was, despite their age, inexorable). As y/n sunk into her designated seat, body slumping over, Steph called from behind, “What’re we havin’ today, Al? Is this…whoa, what happened to you?” her voice quieted as she approached y/n, who attempted to hide herself from view.

Y/n shook her head and forcefully whispered, “I saw your hot older brother half-naked. I dunno what to do.” she revealed her embarrassment to Steph, who sat across the table.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure he didn’t know.” Steph shrugged in response. Though y/n shouldn’t be surprised at how nonchalant Steph was, treating the catastrophe as if it were simple, but she had been this self-assured for as long y/n knew her.

Surely she’s right, y/n thought to herself as she stabbed at her cold cut meat on her assigned plate, eyes glued to the labryinthine decorative vine painted along the outer ridge of the china. For the first ten minutes of dinner, she was relieved, noticing the empty chairs on her right, and one on the other end of the table; however, after a series of nibbles (for some reason, as Tim thoughtlessly pointed, y/n wasn’t particularly hungry), y/n overheard a high-pitched squeak of the heavy wooden chair being pushed on the hardwood floor, and her eyes darted to the source, unexpecting of Mr. Todd apologizing as he dropped into his seat, broad shoulders slump in penitence.

“So, Jason, I heard you taught y/n.” Bruce said aloud, slicing his salami with a knife and fork. “Were you tough on her?”

Staring at the coral-toned tablecloth as she stopped her breath, y/n awaited his answer. “I mean, if I did, she did relatively well considering.” Jason just shrugged, sloshing half-chewed provolone on either side of his mouth.

“Stupendous.” Bruce responded, unaware of the tension in the dining room. He wasn’t as involved in y/n’s life as Alfred was, but once he caught wind of the rocky situation back at her home, Bruce sat her down and offered a bed and privacy “whenever you want, y/n.” It was a relief, as y/n did feel guilty about spending so much resources having dinner at the Wayne Manor, and y/n carried her weight around the manor well, claiming ownership for a few responsibilities of the mansion’s many chores.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her, y/n glanced up from her plate to Steph, then Tim, who were both giving her mixed signals until y/n scooted back in her chair, swiftly rising as she awkwardly excused herself from the table before exiting promptly.

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Knock-knock

Y/n heard from the other side of her room, to which she acknowledged: “Come in!”

She was rather ignorant of the possibility of who could be pestering her, her bothered tone seeping from her vocal chords, and body lying prostrate on her bed; y/n’s annoyance, however, cleared as soon as she noticed who was entering, his tall frame creeping past the crack of the door.

“I wanted to come in and check to see if you’re feeling well.” Mr. Todd’s glabella wrinkled with concern, his hands tucked into the front pockets of his slacks. “From what I’ve come to know, you’re not one to dismiss dairy products, especially those in a solidified nature.” Y/n sighed at the comment, aware of his reference: one day after class, y/n was assigned to construct a two-hundred word essay about her favorite snack — she, of course, chose cheese, uninformed that she was to turn in the homework for Professor Todd to read and grade.

Sitting up on her bed, y/n forced a chuckle. “Yeah, I just feel a little weird, that’s all.”

“Mind if I sit here?” Professor Todd pointed to a space beside y/n on her bed, and walked over and plopped down once he received affirmation from y/n. “You know,” he started, hands at his knees as he turned his head to look at y/n, “to be fair, I didn’t know you were Tim and Steph’s friend. They told me after you passed my class, which was probably better than blurting it out before midterms.” Y/n nodded passively, still silent. “If this is what you’re feeling apprehensive about, I have no problem staying somewhere else for the time being. I wanted to visit for the summer, and—”

“No, no, it’s not a problem for me.” y/n stammered over her words, hiding her nerves. “Just a little awkward at first, that’s all.” Fidgeting with her nails, y/n attempted to maintain composure, but couldn’t help but notice the pair of hazel, soft as they observed y/n; his facial hair, reduced to a professional stubble; his bottom lip, cracked and bloody in areas from neglect; and all combined to replace y/n’s anxiety with a primitive need that sparked inside her.

She swore she saw the man’s eyes drop from her face to her chest, and then down to her barely exposed legs, before he looked away. “Then was it when you walked in on me?” Moment replaying in her head as it burned into her memory, y/n pretended to act in nescience of the subject at hand, shaking her head slowly. “So that wasn’t you running away scared shitless after peeping in my room?”

Y/n blinked back a laugh as she admitted, “It was, yeah. Sorry.”

“You know, if you wanted to see me shirtless, all you had to do was ask.” Fixated on the ground, y/n barely caught a glimpse at Professor Todd crossing his arms at his own words, almost amused with himself. 

The tease caused a thick silence to ensue, and y/n was indecisive about how to respond. She thought it was a joke - it had to be, right? An educator with rigid morals, an attractive educator at that, relaxing beside y/n as he opened the door to invite her. It seemed cliche, if anything, recalling a handful of romantic tropes with the stench of an inappropriate teacher-student relationship.

But on the other hand, y/n calculated, he unbuttoned his top two buttons on his top, and rolled up his sleeves as he waited patiently for y/n to break the silence, exposing his toned forearms. He was no longer y/n’s professor - nor was she his protégé - and even if he was joking, what was the harm in flirting back?

“Do I have to ask nicely?” Y/n remarked, one end of her mouth twitching as she shifted to lie on the bed, this time on her side, with her legs near Jason’s waist.

She heard a beguiled noise of approval before an oral response. “Depends. Though I would prefer it if you beg.” One of Jason’s large hands rested on y/n’s knee, giving her a quick squeeze as his gaze met hers. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought that Professor Todd’s eyes darkened, but y/n still felt nervous to make the move, only allowing Jason’s hand to burn her skin.

“Well,” y/n began before reaching out and cupping Jason’s chin, turning his cheek to face her as she whispered, “Can you please, please see you like that again?” she batted her eyelashes as she spoke, which caused Jason to groan in response. “I want to see if there’s anything else you can teach me.”

In a moment’s time, Jason was on top of y/n, straddling her hips as he pressed his lips to hers. His hands held her face as he immediately bit her top lip, cock hardening each time a smidgen of a moan was swallowed into the kiss.

Grasping at either of his biceps, y/n let out a relieved moan when Jason’s lips met her neck, head tilting back. Jason’s hands fumbled with her clothes, impatiently pulling it over her head before returning to explore her plump body.

“Do you have a condom?” y/n panted, heart rate increasing ever so slightly with each inch Jason’s lips crept toward the hem of her shorts.

Jason shook his head, murmuring in between kisses, “Don’t need one.” He untied the knot on yn/’s shorts before pulling them down, exposing her skin to the cold air. His hands wandered, driven by pure wanton and hazardous lust as he pinched possessively at the inside of y/n’s plush thighs. Y/n was soundless until Jason pushed her legs apart,  sinking a finger into her dripping core as his lips attached to her clit. The action evoked a moan from her, and Jason watched as he continued, licking and sucking at her sensitive bundle of nerves until she drew y/n closer to release.

“Mr. Todd,” the professional title left y/n’s lips in the most sinful way, her hips lifting from the bed as she pleaded. “Please, I want—”

“Hush,” Jason muttered, “I want you to come on my fingers before I have my dick in your mouth. Now, Baby,” he flicked his tongue intermittently at y/n’s clit, two fingers curling at the spongy part of y/n’s inside. “Can you do me a favor and come for me?”

Though his words were respectful, his expression was almost needy, but still caused y/n to ride her hips against Jason’s mouth and fingers, set on achieving what was asked of her. She gasped as she reached her climax, hips lifting from the bed as her thighs trembled.

Jason worked through her high before rising from the bed to remove his remaining clothes, his cock springing free from his boxers as he stripped them from his body as well. Y/n eyed it as she hopped from the bed, positioning herself in front of Jason as she kneeled. She glanced up at him through thick eyelashes, hands unclasping the hooks of her bra to bare her breasts. Y/n knew it was something she looked forward to doing - wrapping a hand around Jason’s shaft as she stroked it achingly slow - if she reached that point, and exploited whatever experience she had to put on a show for the man towering over her. Dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock, y/n kept her gaze on Jason, watching how expressive he became at each movement she made.

Her favorite was the way Jason’s lips shaped into an ‘o’ when her lips kissed the tip of his uncut cock, licking at the precum already collecting on it. His body shivered as she bobbed her head, swallowing as much of his dick into her mouth as she could, and pulling her head back until his cock released from her mouth with a pop.

Y/n continued like this at a slow pace, tarnishing what residual patience Jason had left; it was soon, however, when Jason had enough and grabbed a fistful of y/n’s hair, bucking his hips into her mouth as he hissed. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned when y/n increased the pace, one hand working at his shaft and another kneading her own breast. Jason couldn’t help but feel helpless like this, seeing y/n wanting him this badly; so he allowed his mouth to fall open, eyes shutting as he felt himself nearing his climax. He warned her with a broken moan, “I’m gonna come,” that met y/n’s ears with a kiss to her core.

“Please be good and come for me.” y/n said sultrily, hands working faster to draw a reaction from the man above. The words caused Jason to whimper, his hips stuttering as he fell into a bumbling, moaning mess and came. Y/n caught each rope of cum released into her mouth, swallowing each bit as Jason came down from his high.

Y/n smirked up at Jason, who was panting from his climax, and smoothed her hands along his thighs. Standing on her feet, she kissed Jason’s cheek, and leaned up to whisper in his ear, “You know, you still haven’t taught me anything.”

“We have time. Until tomorrow’s lesson, hmm?” Jason assured, his voice tired but tainted with desire.

#jason todd #professor!jason todd #my post #mine #my work #fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x plus size reader #smut #do not fucking read if youre a minor gd #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x plus size reader #batfamily #wayne family

[solitaire-sol]

Daily Prongsfoot Thought 30

Age of Sail AU: Young James and Sirius are best friends and the closest of companions, much to the disapproval of Sirius’ parents, who consider the Potters inferior for Various Reasons. In an attempt to separate Sirius from James’ “bad influence,” Orion and Walburga send him to stay with relatives in France and continue his education on the Continent; Orion is supposed to accompany him, but when he falls ill, Sirius’ black-sheep Uncle Alphard takes Orion’s place. James and Sirius have a tearful farewell and swear to meet again, cutting their palms and becoming “blood brothers” to seal their oath, but Sirius and Alphard’s ship is attacked and scuttled by pirates, with uncle and nephew among those believed slain in the process.

James is heartbroken and ends up entering the Royal Navy, partly to advance his family’s good name but also because he’s vowed to eradicate all pirates as the scourge they are. James is rapidly making progress towards a captaincy of his own until his ship is boarded by a pirate vessel flying a silver star on a black field. James ends up locked in combat with a strangely familiar pirate—

Pirate!Sirius/Navy!James, of course, as Sirius and Alphard were in fact rescued by the pirate captain who attacked their ship when it accidentally sank; Alphard and the captain fell in love, and when Sirius decided he’d rather stay with his uncle (and be free to find James again) rather than return to the rest of his family, Sirius was trained up to replace said captain. James’ entire understanding of events is upended, and as the boyhood friends are once more together, Sirius is more than happy to show James some of the other liberties that come with a life of piracy. 🏴‍☠️

#prongsfoot #bambibelle #sirius black x james potter #jirius #starstag #daily prongsfoot #no idea who alphard’s pirate husband should be though #taking suggestions? #i tried to write some smut in this au for hot prongsfoot friday but it turned into angst #gd

[altschmerzes]

@bold-and-nosy this is legit the nicest thing someone could say to me tbh it is something i like. physicality, physical intimacy, physical affection, is something that i care about very much in my writing and try to focus on when i can, especially as i've sorta. held back from doing that in the past so i try to REALLY turn myself loose now lsdjfs and it's really REALLY excellent to hear that this is succeeding :D

#gav gab #THANK YOU #WEEPS #fic testimonials #me like if people can write entire fics of smut #(and gd bless them you sure can!!! fuck yeah bud GET IT chase your bliss) #then i can spend a lot of time focusing on like #hugs and cuddling and physical contact in my fics #who cares if it's cringe or whatever #it's valuable to me #and i alwasy find myself wishing people described that more #or spent more time with it #when i'm reading SO #writing liveblog

[butmakeitgayblog]

fengers

Leave her alone 😩

#anon #midwestern au #what if I wrote a snippet of their smut but it was just with the worst gd accent written possible🥴

[briarlily]

The disappointment of a book you were saving on your tbr turning out to be terrible 😭

#a touch of darkness why #the plot is nonsense #the writing is deeply immature #the characters were bad #the smut isn't even that good #all the gr reviews are like 'this is just smutty h/p' #do not listen to them #they are lying #the smut isn't until over halfway through #and it's rushed and the characters have no chemistry #like the author can write smut scenes #(I have no evidence she’s good at anything else) #but the relationship is so empty #there's no evidence they even like each other #and no reason why they would #this whole thing relies flimsily on instalust #and it's not working #p is so gd stupid #she's a journalism undergrad in all the most irritating and stereotypical ways

[oraclekleo]

Kwon Ji Yong (Big Bang / Solo) Kinky* Reading

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Kwon Ji Yong

Stage Name: G-Dragon / GD

Group: BigBang

Masterpost: BigBang

Kwon Ji Yong

G-Dragon / GD (BigBang / Solo)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - 6 of Pentacles

GD is not really into power play in a relationship. He’s likely to be extremely generous with his time, affection, energy, and gifts. He’s likely to be a very caring and giving partner, always willing to help and support the other one no matter what.

Libido - Ace of Swords

GD might be balancing at the edge when it comes to passion. For a long time, he’s perfectly able to control himself, be the most romantic and chivalrous gentleman ever walking the Earth. He’s pretty pragmatic about relationships but at the same time might like a certain sense of danger or controversy. He’s no ordinary man and he will always like to stand out which applies to his libido as well. He’s likely very knowledgeable when it comes to this side of life, with considerable experience and confidence rooting in it. There are not many demands his lover could come up with, that GD would find surprising or out of question.

Turn On - Ace of Cups

GD is likely to feel attracted to someone beautiful and kind. The beauty has to come from within, though. Just a pretty face is not doing the trick for GD anymore. The person he’s most likely to fall for is likely participating in charity work or is at least truly caring and nurturing by nature. They give a soft and smooth impression, calmness of the waters that run deep and they are likely to hold secrets which GD will love to explore.

Kink - 7 of Pentacles

While GD’s entire life is like one fantastic stage, he’s likely to have a thing for intimacy in a homely atmosphere. Watching a movie while cuddling, spooning, smooching and making out with his significant other is likely to lead to more heated moments and eventually to a passionate night in each other's arms.

Dirtiest Secret* - Page of Wands

Forget acrobatic poses and bathing in sweat. At this age it’s not the dirtiest secret, that’s once a year accomplishment followed by ibuprofen. GD’s dirtiest secret is more cute than dirty. He’s likely to truly enjoy little play fights with his lover including tickling, pecking, non-harmful hair pulling and biting. He enjoys being close with his significant other on a physical level but not in a sexual way. He’s likely to absolutely adore when his lover wears his clothes or uses his cosmetics or fragrance. It’s the kind of deep and loving companionship GD is looking for. One mind, heart and soul residing in two bodies.

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[general-kalani]

At this point idek who is more of a whore. Pagan or John.

I swear they're tied for first place-

#{ out of the empire } ~ ooc #the general speaks #LISTEN PAGAN CANONICALLY KISSED HIS BODY DOUBLE #PROBABLY SMUTTED WITH THE MF TOO #BUT GD LMFAOOO #nsfw-ish #spicy

[ghoststyles]

Part 5 Sneaky Peeky 4 U

Fairway to Heaven Part 5 Coming Tuesday @ 10 EST!!!!

Feast on this for the weekend : ) 

Masterlist

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He looks under the stalls, spotting Briar’s strappy black heels. He walks over slowly, dress shoes clicking on the floor. He lightly knocks on the stall door.

“Occupied!”

“This door will be off its hinges in a moment if you don’t open it.”

“Daddy? Is that you?” Briar says with fake surprise as she slowly opens the stall.

He stares at her, his jaw locked, “Whatcha doing in here, Birdie?”

Briar bites her lip. “Nothing?”

“Mhm. What do you have on under your dress?”

“Nothing?”

Harry reaches for the hem of her dress, pulling it back before letting out a groan. Her perfect bare pussy absolutely dripping.

“Daddy, can you touch me? Then I’ll be good throughout dinner?”

#I love this chapter so GD much but ur all gonna kill me too #ANGST BB ANGST #fairway to heaven #daddy!h #daddy!harry #dom!harry #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #Harry styles smut #harry styles imagine

[allsnarker]

Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers (Bay Movies) Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, M/M, Complete Work Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply,Ratchet/Starscream (Transformers),Starscream (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers),Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Oral Sex, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Valve Oral (Transformers), Highly specific AU where Ratchet saved Starscream at the end of DOTM and Starscream is blind bc of it, Biting Summary: Ratchet indulges for a moment with Starscream; the Seeker makes it worth his while.

speaking of writing i wrote a really self-indulgent thing for the holidays so enjoy

#starscream #tf ratchet #ratchstar #starratch #ratchscream #transformers bayverse #burd writes #burd chirping noises #maccadam #nsft // #//yeah dudes i write smut i'll fistfight gd about it #//doritoscream is very special to me for reasons i cannot explain lmfao