Moonlight On The River

Hello there, requests are open

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Hello, sorry for the of kinktober I have been incredibly ill the last week from my new meds, and even though I have been able to write I was thinking of a few ideas and I’m leaving it to a poll

Which fic do you want

Jason Todd X barista, meet cute in a coffee shop (pure fluff)

Jason Todd x Alfred’s granddaughter when he returns as the red hood

Jason Todd is a line cook x hostess at the same restaurant

Voting ended onOct 25, 2025

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What Jason Todd / red hood fics you want, need some ideas to get me to 15 Kinktober posts.

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Kinktober day eighteen

Shower sex - Jason Todd

A/N sorry for the lack of kinktober posts, I started new medication and I have never been so nauseous my whole life. Also part three to other fic is coming, I hope the wait is worth it.

WC - 673

This is smut, and not suitable for minors!!!

Steam filled the small bathroom as the shower heated up, I quickly stripped off the hoodie and joggers then moved to open the small window. The warm water was soothing against my joints as I moved my head under the shower.

“How dare you” Jason leaned against the door frame, his leather jacket tight against his arms. “You said you'd wait for me.”

“That was when I believed you’d be home at midnight. It’s now half past one "I smiled moving to grab my shampoo, I turned and saw the small frown on his lips. “So hurry up”.

Jason near enough leapt at the opportunity, shimmying off his jackets and trousers, almost getting in with his socks still on.

“Let me” he grabbed the shampoo out of my hands, lathering it before giving my scalp a gentle massage. Calloused hands soft against my body.

“Thank you” I mumbled, succumbing to his affection. I turned to face him, grabbing the shampoo back, repaying the favour. His eyes closed in a silent bliss. I looked down at his hands, seeing a mix of old and new wounds shocked he wasn’t hissing at the stinging of the soap.

I pressed a kiss to his temple as we swapped places. I coated my hair in conditioner, tying it up.

Jason turned back around, slicking his hair back as he pushed the water out of his face.

“Hi” he smiled, his eyes consumed my whole body. His hands reached for hips, pulling me closer. My hard nipples grazed his abdomen as I moved to the balls of my feet, reaching up and balancing by grabbing his shoulders. He leaned in first, his hand moved to the back of my neck as we deepened the kiss. His hold was firm as I melted into him, becoming putty in his hands knowing if he asked me to jump I wouldn’t even ask how high.

I fell back on my feet, leaving a trail of hot kisses down his neck, biting his collar bones, caressing the long scar that followed his pecs and down his abdomen. His finger hooked my chin, forcing me to look straight at him, he didn’t say anything, just noticed me.

“Hi” my smile matched his.

“Fuck” me mumbled crashing back into me, he lifted me by my thighs, pressing my back against the cold tile as he devoured me, the only thing I could focus on was his length pushing against my entrance

“Please; need it” I begged into the crook of his neck. His grip on my thighs tightened as he pulled away slightly, fisting his cock. I felt him use his tip to gather the wet slick at my entrance, his head sliding through my folds before he rubbed against my clit. My head fell to his shoulder. Moans mingled with the steam as he pushed himself in, nestling inside, allowing me to stretch to his size.

It was almost comforting to feel this full, he leisurely rocked his hips, forwards and backwards.

“Harder” my plea was heard as he began snapping his hips, every thrust brushed against my cervix. My nails clawed into his back as I hooked my feet, the warm water loosening my grip on him as I lost control.

“Such a good slut for me” his voice was rough, bringing me closer and closer, his ragged breath was hot against my neck, I felt his hand move away from my arse. Whimpering from the loss. Until I felt his thumb circle my clit.

I felt my nerve endings numb for a mere second before sparks lit everywhere. My vision tunnelled, seeing nothing but him, his small smirk and slicked hair.

I came all over his cock, I couldn't tell if it was water or my own cum that dripped down my legs.

My pussy clenched against him, chasing the high again. He whimpered, leaning his forehead against mine, before moving to kiss me as I felt him chase his own orgasm. Pulling out and decorating my stomach with ropes of his cum.

He slowly placed my body back on the floor, my feet finally standing in solid ground as my head cleared, a cool breeze leaving goose bumps down my spine as I turned to the open window.

“I really hope the neighbours didn’t hear all that” I grumbled into his chest, embarrassment flushing my cheeks.

“Well if they did, I hope they enjoyed the show” Jason laughed as I playfully shoved his arm.

“Twat”

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Kinktober day thirteen

Free use - Jason Todd

AN small one today because I spent most of this evening writing part three and four for another Jason Todd series then realised there was hardly any smut so I can’t use it for Kinktober. Enjoy

WC- 659

If you are under 18, go away!

“For how long” I asked

“It’s completely up to you” he said “could be 24 hours could be a month”

“How about two weeks, a nice medium” I smiled as Jason reached for my hand brushing my knuckles.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, as I nodded along to his idea.

“Yes! Plus we could do with some spice in the bedroom” I joked leaning into him.

“And the safe word is…”

“Lampshade”

-

When we agreed to free use I thought Jason would get bored within two days but I was so incredibly wrong.

The first time he woke me up at 6 in the morning, he laid me on my stomach spread my ass cheeks and fucked me till he came.

The second time was half way through cooking dinner, when he realised I was pantiless and in a skirt. He bent me over the kitchen island balancing my knee on a bar cart as he ate me out, lapping at my pussy till my thighs clenched around his face, his upper lip and chin dripped with my cum

“Dessert before dinner? Cheeky” I smiled, readjusting my skirt and taking the lasagne out of the oven.

The fifth time he pulled into a random side road, we moved into the back of my car, struggling for movement in the cramped back seats as he bent me over the middle console, his hand gripped to the driver's seat as he hammered into me. The other wrapped over my stomach and fiddled with my clit. The windows steamed and the car rocked.

I’m pretty sure it was the eleventh time I remembered it works both ways. Where I felt his morning wood poking me, nestled in my ass cheeks.

The twenty eighth time we were in our final four hours, it was a miracle neither of us were exhausted. Jason slammed me against the wall, grinding his erection against the thin fabric of my shorts. There were no niceties this time, he pushed my underwear to the slide and slid his cock in as far as he could. His head hit my shoulder, leaving bites all over as he rammed himself in me.

“Fuck, Jason” I moaned as my ass repeatedly slammed against the exposed brick. He grabbed my thighs with ease, lifting me off the ground, I wrapped my legs around his torso, leaning my shoulders back, my head lolling off as he brushed against my g spot, taking me all seven way to heaven.

My nails clawed at his back, leaving marks that would last for days. I tried to ground myself anchoring my arms and feet. But all that could be heard through the flat was the long forgotten film and the sounds of his thighs hitting mine, the wetness of my pussy as I reached my high. the pressure boiled over as I felt my release close. His hands were everywhere, squeezing my ass, grazing my hips, pinching my nipples but one hand always stayed on my clit, maintaining a constant pressure.

“Mm close” I mumbled, resting my head in the crook of his neck. I felt his smile as he kissed my temple.

“Gonna come all over my cock” his Gotham was accent thick, my breath became laboured before my screams followed my release, I squirmed in his arms as my cum coated his dick, squirting up his abdomen. As my pussy clenched around him, his orgasm followed, pulling out and soaking my lower tummy.

Our foreheads rested against each other, our breaths mingled coming down to reality

“I think that was the best two weeks of my life,” Jason mumbled, still holding onto me.

“Well we managed to have sex twenty eight times, twenty nine if you count the time we did it in the shower, when dried up then two minutes later we fucked on the bathroom counter.”

“Twenty nine then” he smiled. “Speaking of the shower, we should probably get cleaned up.”

-

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Kinktober day eleven

Tit wank - Jason Todd (part 2)

AN- thank you to you @abbysgolf-club for asking for a part two where Jason lives his titty fucking dreams (part one)

WC 1.2k

This is smut if your are not yet of age, leave! This is not what you want to be reading.

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“Tell me about it then, your dream” Jason smiled as he pulled out the garlic bread.

“Absolutely not” I played with the mac and cheese not looking him in the eye

“So it was definitely a sex dream!”

“What! No!” I froze my fork halfway to my mouth. “Okay, maybe it was a sex dream.”

He smiled at me, rolling his eyes

“You know you never have to lie to me” he seemed sincere, he always was. I’ve known Jason since he tried to steal Bruce’s tyres, instead of reporting him, Bruce took him in.

We were best friends up until he went missing 7 years ago.

Then he came back 2 years later. He was so different, but also the same boy I met at eleven.

“I know I can tell you anything, I just didn’t think you’d want to hear about how I’m sexually frustrated and lonely” I breathed a sigh of relief, finally lifting the weight off my chest.

“Jheeze how long has it been”

“Six months ago, you and me, when I was finishing my master's” his eyes widened, “I just got really busy with my thesis and helping my mum at the Wayne foundation”

“Six months! What have you been doing”

“Spending twelve hours a day working for your dad in the bio-engineering department,” I said, leaning back into the pillows on my bed, pushing the empty container onto the Bedside table

“So you’ve not even had one Saturday off for a date” he laughed handing me his empty bowl

“I guess, but it’s not exactly like we’ve had a few moments for a casual fuck the last six months, seeing as you were also busy fighting crime” I said sarcastically leaning into him like usual,

“Rude, you know you can call me whenever and I’ll be here” He moved his arms around my shoulder

“We tried this before, the casual thing never worked for us” I turned to him. Jason and I had always had this thing, underlying beneath our friendship, we did the fun fucks but neither of us was willing to risk it all by going further. Afraid a relationship would destroy us. He looked dejected “Jay we spoke about this, what if we start again and it becomes a real thing, what if we realise maybe we don’t work that way, what if- what if we break each other's hearts”

“Ignore all the what ifs,” his hand reached to my face, pushing my hair behind my ear. We were so close it felt like we were breathing the same air, the carbon dioxide was dizzying. Or maybe it was just the effect he had on me.

“We tried before, remember and then you just ran away” I tried to pull away but his grip on me was firm.

“I didn’t- I never ran away” his face was solemn, his eyes holding onto the past.

“Jason what are you talking about”

“Trust me, I’ll explain everything, just not right now, not here. I want to hold you for a little longer” I couldn’t tell you who leaned in first, but I could tell you how it felt.

This wasn’t our first kiss, but it was different, his hold was possessive as I felt his hands everywhere, from my back up my hips, as his lips moved down to my shoulder

“Jason, what are we doing?” I moved his head back up to eye level.

“Well if you’d let me I’d like to play out my search bar that you saw yesterday?” his smirk was subtle as he grazed my hip bone, running his finger up and down

” I'm being serious” I held his face, pushing the white streak of hair back.

“Well I’m doing what I always should have done” he leaned back in, capturing my lips, leaving a litter of goosebumps across my arms. I couldn't help but melt into him, finding solace in his arms.

His grip on my hip grew rough, as we fought for dominance.

His hand moved to the buttons on my shirt, forgetting his own strength as he ripped the poor thing.

“Fuck, shit sorry” he mumbled throwing the scrap of fabric to the floor

“It’s just a shirt” I smiled against his lips moving my hands to his chest, pressing against the hard muscle. He pulled away, eyes searching my body and landing on my tits. The red lace was sheer, the outline of my nipples prominent.

I felt his boner poke my thighs. He pulled his bottom lip in his mouth, I knew what he was thinking

“Please” he begged, his eyes glued to my chest, I grabbed his hand, moving it to the front clasp.

His lips moved down, his tongue found my nipple, placing his mouth on the edges, sucking and licking as his hand palmed my other breast.

His hips ground into me, his boner forged a friction against my clit.

“Fuck, Jason” my moans filled his ear he moved fast, until he snapped.

He completely ignored the clasp and ripped the gauzy mesh off of me

“I’ll get you a new one” he smiled, moving off me, just to take his trousers and shirt off.

He kneeled over me, his eyes looked to be consumed by my body, taking in every inch, every freckle and scar. Creating a map in his mind,

“Sit up a bit” he demanded, I landed on my elbows, grabbing my tits and smushing them together, trying my hardest to make his fantasy real. He stood there eyes wide, hands limp at his sides as his impressive cock stood a foot away.

“You gonna come fuck my tits or what Jason?” His mouth hung open, and I swore I could see a little drool in the corner.

“Yes ma’am” he snapped back to reality, leaning down, giving me a subtle kiss before he placed the tip of cock on my lips “Spit on it” he groaned as I stuck my tongue out, swallowing the head as I wet his cock. “Good girl”.

He hovered over me, placing his cock in the well of my breasts, slowly sliding it through, his thrusts were experimental, finding his rhythm. I pushed my tits together adding more pressure, I tucked my chin in, sticking my tongue out so I could lap at his head every time he broke through my cleavage. I toyed with my nipples and jiggled my boobs slightly. His grunts were primal and he looked down at the sight.

His cock being swallowed by my tits, lapping at his cock while I played with myself.

“Fuck!” It was breathy as he struggled to sound coherent.

I could hear my headboard hammer against the wall, probably chipping the paint.

“Shit, I’m close” he murmured, his arms buckled, tightening his grip on the bed rail

“Come on my tits”, I begged. He buried his cock even harder into my tits, his legs shook beside me growling as hot ropes of cum spattered against my tits.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now, my cum all over you” he whispered still coming down from his high. I used my fingers to gather what I could, flattening my tongue, drinking up.

“Mhmm” I moaned, finding pleasure in the taste. I looked up seeing his eyes fill with hunger again. I feel his dick stiffen against my stomach.

“Bend over.”

Pt.3 anyone? Where Jason reveals he’s the red hood then she gets to live her dreams?

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Kinktober day nine

Mask kink - Jason Todd

Part two

AN- This somehow took me three days yet it incredibly rushed, I do apologise yet I’m running out the door so I can go to the cinema, have fun

WC- 1.4k

This is smut so not read if you are a minor

“Truth or dare”, Dick asked, looking towards his adopted brother

“Dare”, Jason smiled, taking a small swig from the bottle

“You always pick dare, after a while it must be boring”, Tim laughed from the corner, grabbing the bottle of champagne we had snuck out with us. Gala’s always sucked, even the Wayne ones, so after a while, we eventually created a system. We would say our hello’s to polite society, then one by one sneak off to the library, usually bringing some sort of booze we pocketed on the way.

“I dare you to show us your browser history”, Dick chuckled, knowing Jason couldn't get out of this with a laugh. Jason merely rolled his eyes and unlocked his phone, and passed it to his sister, cass, first

“Ew! Jason, I don't want to see this!” she threw his phone across the room as Dick’s quick reflexes stopped it before it would clatter to the floor.

“Dude, have you never heard of incognito?” his face held nothing but disgust as he held the phone pinched between finger and thumb

“Okay, I'm sure you’re all being dramatic, lemme see” I swiped the phone off him.

1 hour 37 minutes - big tiddie fucking

1 hour 34 minutes - caught jerking off

1 hour 26 minutes - biggest boobs

1 hour 25 minutes - big boobs

7 hour 12 minutes - creative ways to shoot people

My brows rose as I took it in. I never would have guessed Jason to be a boob man. Although the last one was a tad bit concerning, but nothing out of the park for Jason.

“You asked,” Jason smiled as he pulled the phone back off me “Okay, now it's your turn, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” I said, knowing that if I picked dare, someone was going to get physically injured, most likely me.

“Hmm,” he stroked his chin, trying to appear deep in thought, “What's your biggest fantasy?”

“Like in life or the bedroom?” I asked, hoping he meant the first.

“In the bedroom?” his smirk was plastered across his face. I knew I could have ignored him or made a joke from it, but I'm pretty sure the bottle of prosecco I had half downed was giving me a small confidence boost.

“I'm only saying this because I am one hundred per cent sure this will never happen, but I have a thing for masked men,” I spoke the last sentence into my glass, hoping it would muffle the sound.

“That's so odd”, cass laughed, handing me another bottle of bubbles.

“I know, I know. However, you know, a couple of months ago, when I almost got robbed on the corner of Vine Ave and Third Street.” I waved my hands as the group gave me a small nod. “Well, it was Red Hood, the vigilante, who helped me. I don't know, okay, he was just so hot, and there was just something about the way he was so calm and controlled the situation, he even made sure i got back to my apartment, okay.” Tim, Cass’s and dicks eyes widened as Jason choked on the beer he was currently drinking. “Okay, so now I know that it's incredibly weird and I will never bring it up again.”

“It’s not that it’s super weird, it's just Red Hood, really?” dicks brow arched as he turned to me

“What? That suit just hugs his ass perfectly,” I laughed as I saw Cass’s face grimace.

“Ugh anyway,” Jason said as his hand reached his trousers, almost like he was readjusting himself. “Tim, it's your turn to ask someone”

My head kept head kept thinking back to that conversation, I immediately realised it was a bad idea to tell my closest friends that my biggest fantasy was to sleep with the insane vigilante that always carries two guns and wear a silly little mask. But then my mind would wonder, I pictured him standing at the edge of my bed, that red masks reflecting the subtle light of the moon, the red bat symbol across his chest, but his sleeves just rolled up enough to see his muscular arms. The idea of him slowly unzipping his trousers, telling me to be a good girl as I got on my knees, using my tongue to lick up down his impressive length, pleasuring him six ways to Sunday until he was grunting incoherently. Or maybe he’d tell me to bend over my mattress, fucking me from behind using me as his personal fuck toy. Even in my darkest fantasies, he’d push one of his guns against my temple, not to kill, just for the thrill of the fuck. The fantasy kept replaying and replying until a small vibration came from my right pocket

Unknown - I have a surprise for you.

My curiosity grew stronger as I reached my apartment building, the entry way was slightly dingy, the smell of damp and cigar smoke lingered constantly, even in the elevator.

My fingers shook as I unlocked my front door, noticing the splintered wood near the lock that wasn't there when I left this morning. But when I entered the flat everything was the same, the long entry way lined with art and the narrow table that held all my favourite shoes. The kitchen was untarnished, all my appliances still intact and the pots from my breakfast still dirty in the sink, I knelt further into the living area, tv and sofa all still there, the tv remote and lipstick stained mug still left haphazardly on the coffee table. Even the door to my bedroom was left wide open, the pile of clothes I'd left this morning still flowed out of my closet. Maybe they failed? I striped my shoes off and felt the carpet under my feet, moving to the balcony making sure the door was still latched shut. I looked down at Gotham, the flickering streetlights came on as the sun was finally setting, living an orange glow on the sky line. It was times like this when I realised this place could be beautiful, people shuffling their way down the streets to houses they had made homes, the echo of a gunshot finally knocked me out of my trance.

I realised the room was darker. My head slowly swizzled on my shoulder, looking to my left.

A shadow loitered at the door frame “don’t scream! Not yet” I probably should have screamed, but I didn’t.

He prowled towards me like a hunter who had finally caught their prey. I was merely a deer caught in his trap. The little voice in my head was telling me this was wrong, I should call the cops. But this is what dreams were made of.

His mask reflected the setting sun, casting a mirage of shadows on his suit.

“On your knees” his voice was rough, slightly muffled by the mask, but it was demanding. I moved slowly, unaware of how this could play out. He wasn’t known for being a hero who saved helpless girls.

I leant backwards, as my hands reached towards his trouser button, his hand eclipsed mine as he helped me, my smile faulted as I grazed his bulge, it was bigger than I had imagined. I nudged his trousers down a few inches so I could get a good look. This was a cock to be cocky over. It was as long and as thick as my forearm.

His gloved hand reached for the top of my head, moving the loose strands into a ponytail. He guided me forward as I moved my hand to the base of his cock. I didn’t fully wrap around it. I placed another hand just above, slowly pumping them up and down. My head tilted forward as I placed his tip in my mouth, I peered upwards, the red mask looking back down at me.

I licked from the underside of his cock and through the slit, before placing the head in my mouth, I hollowed my cheeks and my hands met my lips, moving them in synchrony. His grip tightened on my hair and he jutted his hips to match me.

“Fuck, just like that” I heard him groan as I went faster. Removing one hand to cup his balls, gently massaging until his knees almost buckled. He used his grip on my hair and pulled me off his cock.

“Bend over” he dared, he watched me crawl to my bed as I leant over, spreading my legs to give him the best view. I heard him step behind me, chuckling slightly as he buried his fingers in my cunt, gathering my slick and using it to circle my clit before he sunk inside of me. His hands gripped onto my hip as the other reached for my hair again.

“Hello, anyone home. Wake up!” Someone was shaking me

“What!” I groaned not realising I was sleeping

“I told you I had a surprise! Mac and cheese from that place down town,” it was Jason standing over me shaking the bag in my face “God must have been some dream,”

“You wouldn’t believe it” I smiled patting the spot next to me as he handed me the plastic fork.

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Kinktober day six

Jason Todd//red hood - praise kink

AN- I’m going to be very honest, I’ve just gotten back into DC since superman so some of this might not be fully comic accurate however I don’t care :). Also this mostly plot, I do apologise however I wanted I set up because I might do a part two

WC- 1.9k

Summary- Jason Todd almost fluff almost angst almost smut.

This is smut, pretty please don’t ready if your a minor, I’m being serious, don’t read this

I knew Gotham like the back of my hand; I grew up roughly four blocks over, on top of the old Chinese restaurant that used to give me and my mum free wonton soup after she had a rough shift at the hospital. I always told myself that I'd leave this hellhole, that I’d work hard, get my doctorate, and move us out of here. Twenty-six years later, and I only managed to complete one of those things. But Gotham had its claws deep inside of me. What can I say? Arkham Asylum is a great place to study the criminally insane.

One pro of studying criminal behaviour is knowing the signs when you’re about to get robbed. I heard the floorboards in the hallway creak first, which is odd because I was the only one who lived on this floor. Then the doorknob was jiggling as if someone on the other side was attempting and failing to pick the lock. I reached towards my purse on the kitchen island and pulled out a gun from the hidden pocket near the back. The small thing only held five rounds, but hopefully one would be enough.

The apartment was silent, bar the subtle clicks from the pin cylinder, so far three clicks, meaning he has two more before he’s inside. I stayed at the corner, removing the safety from the weapon in my hand. I angled myself so my major organs were safe, but the barrel was pointing straight at the door. The last pin clicked as I heard the assailant mutter, “finally” The handle moved down to the floor as the door slowly creaked open. I didn’t look, I didn’t think, I just shot one round, hoping it would hit.

“FUCK!” his rough voice yelled, “YOU FUCKING SHOT ME”

“You have two seconds to get out of my house or I'll call my boyfriend, and trust me, buddy, he’d do a lot more the shoot you!” I yelled back in response, secretly praying I wouldn't have to call Jason.

“Babe, it's me”, he groaned in pain as I heard him slump to the floor

“Shit, Jason”, I turned the corner, seeing Jason Todd lying on my floor, trying to put pressure on his calf and failing miserably. I rushed to grab the emergency first aid kit from under the sink, running back to my entrance, ripping gauze open from the package, applying pressure to the bullet wound and preying the bleeding would stop. My heart was in my stomach as I realised that firstly I just shot someone, and secondly I called Jason my boyfriend. My hands couldn't stop shaking as I pulled up the gauze to check if it was still bleeding

“Shit, you’re going to need stitches”, I mumbled as I finally met his eyes, well, the white eye slits in his helmet.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re a doctor” I knew he was joking, trying to find the light in the situation.

“Absolutely not! I haven't done stitches since like my third year of med school”, I sighed, nodding at him to take his mask off.

“And you’ll still be better than that prick at Gotham General”, he smiled, referring to my ex, who now worked in the trauma department. His head hit the floor again with a slight groan. “Help me up, then sanitise the breakfast bar”, he moved his hand to my shoulder as I supported his waist to help him stand. After about ten minutes of grunting and heavy breathing, we made the whole five foot journey.

-

“Calm down”, he whispered as my hands shook, trying to thread the needle.

“Calm down! I just shot someone,” I half yelled as I finally hooked the thread

“Well, I'm the one who got shot!” he hissed as I started the first stitch

“Oh, please, with your career choice, you're used to it” his only response was to roll his eyes. “Last one”, I breathed as I tied off the stitch, knowing my suture skills were rusty and he was definitely going to be left with a wicked scar. My mind was finally clearing as the smell of expired rubbing alcohol got to me.

“Remind me again why you were breaking into my home?” I stood up, collecting all my waste, and throwing it in the bin.

“Don't be mad, but I’m pretty sure I lost my key on patrol”, he moved to sit, giving me a cheeky grin.

“Okay, so why didn't you knock?” I leaned against the fridge, arms folded, attempting my best stern look.

“I honestly didn’t think of that”, we both let out a breathless chuckle as the reality finally settled on us. Realising it summed up our relationship as a whole, we technically met in my second year as a resident doing my psych rotation at Arkam, he walked in, in that slutty little red suit that hugged his arse perfectly, his mask glued to his face, as he was throwing the Joker back in for the millionth time. But I officially met Jason at a masquerade ball in Wayne Manor. Roughly a week later, he sauntered up, probably thinking of some smooth pickup line, but all that came out was “you look pretty”. And now two years later, and in my final six months of residency, we were still just long-term booty call buddies.

“Listen, okay, I am very, very sorry for breaking in. It's just after tonight, I just needed to see you and forget about everything” his smile faltered as he pulled me closer, his calloused hands somehow smooth against my cheek.

“Well, since we’re apologising, I really am sorry for shooting you; however, the gun was a gift from you.” I smiled, leaning into him. His lips were slightly cracked from staying out all night in the cold early Gotham spring . I melted into his touch. I had always admired his soft side, when it was just gentle kisses and spooning on the sofa after an 18-hour shift at the hospital.

“I need you”, I breathed, pulling away to kiss what was visible on his neck

“Okay, but you need to be soft with me, baby. I'm an injured man,” he scooped me up bridal style, limping all the way to my bedroom. He was gentle as he layed me on the soft mattress, using his right knee to support his weight as he shuffled off his gear. I helped where I could, undoing to velcro, removing both guns from his holster, placing their safeties on and placing them in the bedside drawer. His suit was a complex design, made of Kevlar and fibreglass, designed to protect his body from nearly every angle, except the one spot where I had previously shot him. It all ended up in a pile at the bottom of my bed, except the trousers; he immediately placed those in the bin. He moved me so I straddled his lap, placing soft kisses down my throat and whispering sweet nothings all at once. He took a different route from using the small pocket knife to cut my lingerie off. This time, his rough hands unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

“Have I ever told you how stunning you are?” his hand swallowed my breast as he kneaded it in the palm of his hand.

“I don't think so” I looked down at him, expecting his eyes to be consumed in my body, yet he was looking right at me. His tired eyes held a small spark behind them

“Well, you are” his other hand reached for my chin, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I think you’re the most beautiful person I know”. Part of me, deep down, wanted to believe him. But I knew this was an attempt at sweet talk, a way to make it seem like the way we functioned was healthy. The give and pull of intimacy was all-consuming when it came to us, so much so that I believed this was all we could be. He came to me late at night, the facade of the red hood still intact, typically still bruised and beaten from whatever scrap he was in that night, and I came with my shield still six stories high, too afraid to fully open up the gates to my own wounds.

That’s why we worked. We arrived, masks still intact, searching for a reprieve in reality.

But the way he kissed me, it was laced with sugar so sweet I couldn't pull away. It started a fire, one that I couldn’t put out until I was full, until the oxygen was cut off, until there was nothing left to burn.

His hands found my hair, tugging it enough to break this kiss. He flipped me so I was under him. He moved down my body, leaving a trail of kisses that sent butterflies straight to my stomach. He reached my hip bone then made his way back up, from my stomach to my breast bone and back up to my neck, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath my ear.

My hands met his chest, feeling the old raised scars and defined muscles. He looked up as I gave him the biggest nod I could muster. I felt him gather the wetness that had pooled at my pussy, using it to push him self in, my legs spread further, a reflex I was thankful for as he took it as a sign to push him self that extra inch further. An unsolicited moan escaped as my grip tightened on his bicep

“You’re doing so good”, he breathed, pushing himself back in. He had never been this tender; his hand grazed my hip, almost as if he was afraid to touch me. “That's it”, he smiled as I adjusted my hips to match his rhythm. His large frame towered over me, but I didn't feel small.

His soft praises evoked a confidence in me. I moved my hand off his bicep just to reach for his cheek, a guiding hand so I could look him in the eye. His smile was soft as I lifted myself slightly just to kiss him.

He grasped my hips and swapped us so I was on top, riding him.

I fell forward, placing my weight on his chest as I used him for support. I moved my hips in a small circle, chasing my own pleasure as I grinded against him.

“Good girl”, his voice was clear and commanding, “lean back” I adjusted myself so my hands were resting on his thighs. He used the free space to toy with my clit, rubbing slow circles that matched mine. I couldn’t stop the moans that filled the room

“So pretty for me” the more he spoke the closer I came to my own climax. Every time my hips fell forwards, his tip stroked my G-spot and every time he managed to find my clit again

“Fuck, Jason, I’m close” It was probably incomprehensible but he understood fully, he was in tune with my body, knowing exactly what strings to pull, and when. He never changed his rhythm, knowing he never needed to overcompensate.

I felt a hand on my hip, using it to guide me as my brain became foggy. It was as if every nerve ending on my body was on fire, I felt it in my core as my body became numb for a millisecond just to be overwhelmed by pleasure as my orgasm followed. I heard Jason mutter a string of curses as my pussy clenched around his cock. I was still in a haze but I kept my movement steady and Jason quickly followed behind me. Pulling me closer to him as if the warmth from my body was a necessity to him.

“You’re perfect you know” he whispered as I nuzzled myself in his neck. I felt him press his lips against my temple as I fought the tiredness.

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Kinktober day four

Bondage - James potter

An- short one day because I’m still fighting my cold

Wc- 433

This content is not suitable for minors so do not read or even look if you’re under 18, you have been warned

Summary - James ties you up and tries to torture you, featuring spanking and hair pulling

James had just finished casting the ropes over my body. He initially tied my hands to the headboard and left my legs free. But after five minutes, we decided I could do little more. He placed me on my knees and shoved my head into the pillow to muffle my screams. Placing my ass in the air as he bound my wrists to my ankles. I felt his weight shift behind me as his hands reached my arse, giving it a gentle spank as he spread me open even further. The ropes were soft against my wrist as I squirmed against them. I felt James spit on my tight hole as he leaned down and licked a long stripe from my clit, through my folds and over my pussy and landing on my ass.

“You look so pretty, all tied up for me, James purred as his fingers slid inside of me, siccorsing slightly, stretching me out just enough. “You want me inside of you, huh?” he asked as I felt his tip rubbing against my clit.

“Mhm”, I moaned into the pillow that was supporting me

“Use your words for me”, he demanded removed his cock entirely

“Yes, please”, I moved my head off the pillow to give him the green light. As soon as I finished my sentence, I felt his tip slip inside,

“So tight for me, baby,” he grumbled as I felt him push another inch in. I squired against the ropes, trying to swing my hips so I could push back on him. But he held my hips to keep me still as he leisurely pulled in and out

“Faster”, I begged. Slow and affectionate sex was fine, but some part of me craved his rough, dominant side to plough through me. He quickened his pace as I felt his hand crawl down my spine and reach for the hair at the back of my neck, tugging and forcing my head up

“We’ll, go as fast as I say”, he slowed his pace again, drawing out his strokes, until I felt empty, just to drive himself back in again, until I could feel his balls slap against me. His grip in my ponytail didn't falter as he tugged harder every time he drove himself in, almost like a warning. I knew he was torturing him self just to prove a point, until he snapped and started fucking me mercilessly. On my hand on my hair, the other was slapping my arse every time he pulled back out, leaving bruises that will make it harder to sit down tomorrow.

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Kinktober day three

Spilt roast- Remus and Sirius

A/N this was the most fun to write and i definitely want to explore the Remus and Sirius dynamic further, maybe do some fluff when Kinktober is over

WC- 1450

This is NSFW do not even think about reading this if you are under 18, if you do Santa will gift you coal for Christmas

Summary- Remus and Sirius are late home from work, even late for dinner so to make it to you they ‘take you to Paris’ for the night.

The kitchen lights were dim as I rinsed the dishes from dinner, the chicken Alfredo leaving an aroma of garlic and Parmesan through the downstairs of the cottage. However, the vanilla candle sought to overpower it.

“You're late” I said as Remus and Sirius made their way through the door. “Dinner is on the stovetop, I will be upstairs in my room” I shoved past them and headed for the staircase.

“Fuck” I heard Sirius grumble as I hit the landing. I don’t know why I was so mad, I knew they were out on order duties, but I at least expected them to be home on time for dinner.

However, I'm not exactly their girlfriend so I can’t be mad at all. Our arrangement was simple, while we lived in the safe house together, we couldn’t exactly hit the bars to find a one night stands so we decided we were friends with benefits, we could explore our sexuality and kinkier sides under the roof of the cottage and after we could go back to our normal a lives, but after six months of cuddling on the sofa, eating around the table, confiding about our emotions and fucking on every piece of furtinure in the place someone is bound to develop feelings.

Part of me was tempted to put on the red sheer lingerie set that drove both of them insane, then walk downstairs swaying my ass and make them sit there for hours not allowing them to touch me, but that would be torture for all of us. Before I could finish contemplating my revenge I heard a soft knock on the door.

” Darling please let us in” I heard Sirius’s soft apology

“We know we should have owled or even sent a floo message” Remus opened the door and leaned against the frame, arms folded just so he could flex his biceps knowing it would turn me on.

“Don’t apologise, I have no reason to be upset” I huffed, resting against the headboard. “It's just, with the state of the world and the work you're doing, anything could happen to you two, so when you’re late my head just goes straight to the worst of it.”

”You have every reason to be upset, and we are complete idiots for not keeping you updated” Sirius said, sitting next to me, he pushed the stray strands of my hair behind my ear and trailed his fingers down my neck.

“We truly are sorry, let us make it up to you” Remus said to my left, sandwiching me between the pair of them, gently kissing my cheek.

”fine, but this doesn’t mean I fully forgive you,” I smiled as Sirius’s hand fell from my neck and down to my breasts, squeezing them through my hoodie as Remus left sloppy kisses down my neck, trailing them down my stomach and then to my hips, undoing the knot from my Pajama shorts and pulling them down just enough so he could move his hands freely

”no underwear today?” He smiled as his fingers found my clit, circling it slowly

” Bold choice” Sirius smiled as he leaned in to kiss me, he pulled my bottom lip through his teeth his hand had moved under my jumper and toyed with my nipple, pinching just enough to elicit a moan.

I’d always assumed it would be overwhelming having the affection of two people, two sets of hands roaming my body, two mouths to leave trails of kisses, but it's perfect, no part of my body left cold at night, and two ways of being satisfied at the same time.

Remus pulled away from my clit, but before I could whine I felt his finger fill my hole, slowly stretching me out, readying me for him. He added another whilst Sirius moved under my hoodie, placing my tit in his mouth, lapping at my nipple and still keeping a hold of the other. I was high on ecstasy, spreading my legs wider and wider, as Remus pumped his fingers in and out. I didn’t even realise when he pulled them out until I looked up and saw him lick one of them clean.

“Want a taste?” He asked Sirius who had pulled his head out from under my hoodie, Sirius’s answer was to open his mouth wide as Remus placed his index finger on Sirius’s tongue, it was almost pornographic as he looked up at Remus, hearing the subtle pop as his finger left his mouth.

“On your knees, Bent over,” Remus whispered in my ear, as he pulled off my jumper. I did as he said, I settled myself near the edge of the bed as Remus stood behind me and Sirius settled himself in front of me, on his knees. I helped him undo his belt and the buttons of his trousers, helping to spring his cock free, it was about an inch or two shorter them remus’s but the girth made up for it, I used one arm to support myself as the other found the base of his cock, Remus came back around to watch the show, he spat on his hand and gave Sirius a few warm up pumps, then dropped it, leaving the work to me. I tugged gently to guide him into my mouth, starting with a few kitten licks on my tip, the taste of his pre cum was warm on my tongue as I purposefully placed my mouth over his slit, moving down the the underside, giving it a gentle kiss before placing as much as I could in my mouth, I felt him hit the back on my throat causing me to gag slightly, his groans were rough as he toyed with my hair gripping it to match my pace. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Remus with his trousers pooled beneath him, his cock in his hand, stroking slowly, enjoying the show. I slid his cock out of my mouth, my hands sufficing as I moved under him, putting his balls in my mouth, knowing that was his weak point, I felt a dip in the bed behind me as Remus spread my ass cheeks using his tip to toy with my hole, gathering the slick and pushing at back in as he entered, launching me forward and back into Sirius cock.

It took a second or two for them to find the right rhythm. Remus teased, pushing himself inch by inch. Every time he thrust into me, I swallowed Sirius back up. They worked in tandem, Sirius gripped my hair tight, practically face fucking me as I hollowed my cheeks, allowing me to take more of his length until I could feel his tip at the back of my throat. Remus was slightly hunched over, his arm wrapped around me, partially for support but mostly to rub circles over my clit. I could have sworn I heard them high five but I was too cock drunk to fully comprehend anything other than my own pleasure. Remus was finally hitting deep enough to reach my cervix, every time he pulled out he grazed my G-spot, leaving me on the brink of an orgasm. The old bed squeaked beneath us, rocking to our quickened pace as the boys could tell I was reaching my orgasm. Remus moved so that one leg was on the mattress the other remained planted on the floor, allowing him to dive deeper into my pussy. My muffled moans filled the room as I felt Sirius begin to leak in my mouth, his cum spurting to the back of my throat, i swallowed what I could but the rest was dribbling down my chin as he cried out

“cum for me” Remus breathed in my ear, my pussy was clenching around his cock, throbbing, waiting for my release. Remus left hickies along my shoulder as I screamed, following my orgasm through, refusing to let this feeling go. As I was coming down from my high, I felt Remus’s cum inside of me, his final thrusts slowing as I felt the warm slick drip down my thighs, a mixture of mine and his. He stayed in there as he pulled me down into the bed, spooning me and Sirius grabbed the cloth off the nightstand, wiping what remained on my chin, and whatever he could from between my legs. He flung it over his shoulder landing in the mess of clothes on the floor.

“After that, I'm starving” Remus smiled into my neck, peppering warm and soft kisses.

”I did tell you, chicken Alfredo is on the stove” I laughed as Sirius threw a blanket over the three of us.

A/N would any want some wlw with lily Evan’s for this Kinktober?

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I really want to make focaccia but I have no more yeast, anyways Kinktober day three will be uploading in around an hour as I’m fighting a cold and trying to edit at the same time (ps. The tags are a hint) :(

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Kinktober day two

Face sitting - Remus lupin

WC-467

AN- this is short how ever it did take me three days to write

This is smut, if you are under 18 don’t read this, or else

Remus’ kisses became sloppy as he trailed his mouth down my neck, down to my breastbone. One hand had a rough grip on my hip, kneading my curves desperately waiting for an opportune time to rip my trousers off, his other hand teased my waistband, fidgeting with the button

“Please” I begged, giving him the green light to pull the wretched things off me, he was too slow, unfastening my button, pulling the zipper and at a snail's pace he shimmied off my trousers until they pooled at my feet. His lips made their way back to mine, his tongue swiped my lower lip and his hand grazed my clit, even through the lacy panties I could feel everything

“So fucking wet,” he murmured against my lips, his fingers finding my sweet spot again, circling it, never hitting the spot I needed him to. He pulled away from me, stopping the kiss but his hand never stopped. “I want to try something.” His smile was subtle and he pulled off my underwear, before I could answer he had one final swipe through my folds, pulling his fingers out to lick them, humming to the taste.

He moved, lying down on the bed as I moved to sit on top of him, reaching for his belt buckle. “Come here”, he grabbed my hips and dragged me so I was hovering over his face

“Remus no, I'm going to suffocate you”, I near enough yelled as my eyes widened,

“Sit”, he dragged my ass down until my pussy met his face. Before I could think his tongue swiped across my hole and landed on my clit, lapping at it mixing between sucking and flicking.

I fell forward putting my weight on my palms, trying my hardest not to put all the weight on him. One of his hands held firm on my ass, squeezing and slapping as it pleased him.

He moved to pepper kissed along my inner thigh, licking up my cum as it dripped. He found his way back as I could feel him play with me again, his tongue swirling between my hole and folds, his moans sent vibrations straight to my core. I was growing desperate, needing him inside of me.

I couldn’t stop myself from bucking my hips, using my momentum to chase my orgasm. I felt his finger prod my entrance, gathering the slick that had pooled and using it to push himself knuckle by knuckle. He added another, curling his fingers so they hit the right spot, my hand gripped his hair, tugging hard trying to keep my moans in. I felt myself clenching, inching closer by the seconds until my strength left me, moans escaping and filling the room as I reached my climax as I heard Remus’s chuckle

“You feeling okay” he smiled, wiping my cum off his chin.

“Mhm”, I mumbled lying flat on the bed, breathless “now it’s your turn.”

AN- let me know you want a part two :)

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Kinktober day one

Cockwarming - George weasley

Word count 976

This is is SMUT do not read if you are under 18

An- this is my first published post so be nice, however constructive criticism is more than welcome :)

Pretence- after a long day at work, you just want to feel close, but George has some more work left to do.

October was always a busy period for Weasley's wizard wheezes, products were flying off the shelves in preparation for Halloween and product development for Christmas was in its final stages. When I signed on for potions master four years ago, I expected to be busy. However, when I started dating my boss three years ago, I never realised how little we would see of each other.

The potions room was freezing, the meek fire was doing little to nothing, as my fingers became stiff. The heat from the cauldron was the only reason I wasn't an ice cube. The amortentia was finally finished and ready for bottling. The thick pink concoction wafted an aroma of fireworks and candy and a hint of Georges cologne. I felt my train of thought drift to him, knowing he was stressed about the reopening of the Hogsmede store in a week's time. Before I knew what I was doing, I marched my way upstairs and onto the shop floor. From a look out the window, I knew it was late, Godrick knows how long I had been in the cellar for.

“George!” I shouted across the shop, not expecting an answer

“Up here darling!” I heard from the floor above, I made my way up the stairs and noticed the door to his office open. I stepped in and turned to lock the door behind me. I didn't say anything at first; I just looked at him. His blazer was off and his sleeves rolled up. His large biceps straining against the fabric, his brow furrowed as he scanned over the paperwork,

“You okay?” I asked him, moving to lean against the mahogany desk. All he did was huff in response, his eyes never moving off the forms in front of him

“George” I cood, he finally turned to me, his eyes dark unit he saw me, I small smile appeared instead

“Sorry darling, it's just these forms from the ministry are mind-boggling, but they need to be submitted in the morning so the new recipe for the darkness powder has to be approved” he sighed leaning back in his chair, his head hanging off the back.

“Do you want a quick distraction?” I asked leaning down to him, peppering soft kisses on his neck.

“That would be perfect,” he whispered, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes “but, unfortunately I don't have time,” he gave me a final quick kiss on the lips, but didn't push me away

“I have a different idea” I smiled, my hand moving to his waistband, slowly removing his belt

“A different idea huh?” his smile was dark as I abandoned his belt and moved to my own trousers, wiggling them down my thighs along with my thong, which I placed next to his paperwork.

“Come here” he dragged me by my hips and sat me on his thigh. My hips buckled without my control, now realising the amortentia might have gotten to me. The stiff material of his jeans provided little relief as I grinded against them. My head fell into the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking, knowing I was going to be punished later for leaving such a visible mark. His arms reached around me still ticking off the boxes and signing wherever required.

“Please” I begged, becoming desperate, struggling to reach my climax.

He never said anything, just picked me up off his lap. He slid off his belt and pulled down his trousers just enough so his cock could spring free. Every time I saw it I was still impressed. It was girthy and long, the perfect size for a man of his stature. I could feel my own precum dripping down my legs.

He sat me on his lap, my knees resting against his thighs. He grabbed me by the arse and lifted me slightly. Using his cock to toy with my clit, allowing himself to be distracted for a minute before he slid the tip down my folds and into my pussy, slowly as he pushed himself further, inch by inch until I couldn't go any further.

“Sit still princess,” His cock was warm and hard, I could feel his chest fall and rise as I leaned into him. My hand wrapped around his neck and played with the hair at his nape, giving it a gentle tug eliciting a sweet moan from his lips.

“Do that again and I'll make you wait for another two hours” he goaded, shifting his position on the chair, the smallest ounce of friction made me clench my thighs, cursing myself for distracting him. I settled my hands on his shoulders, gently massaging the knots from them. Minutes must have passed but it felt like hours, the only thing on my mind was how he filled me up so well.

“Do you think the Peruvian darkness powder can be used as a performance enhancer for Quidditch?” he smirked whilst pinching my ass.

“N-no” I moaned, trying my hardest to keep still as I moved again.

“I can't hear you” he pulled my head off him, both hands on my cheeks.

“No” I stated, leaning into his touch, looking him in the eye

“Good girl” he breathed, one of his hands fell, I heard the scratching of the quill against the paper again. “All done” he said, pulling me off his lap and placing me on the chair. He grabbed his wax and sealed the documents. Picking me back and throwing me over his shoulder, slapping me on the arse as he carried me over to the fireplace, throwing the green powder and stepping in, I couldn't wait to get home so he could punish me in our bed.