"Show Me How To Kiss?"

"Show me how to kiss?"

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x [gender neutral] Reader Summary: Two sets of headcanons: one in which you ask Zoro to show you what it is like to kiss and another one in which he's the one to ask. Tags: Shy Zoro / Fluffy and loving / Also sorta funny Coming soon (Vinsmoke Sanji's version)

MASTERLIST

If you’re the one to ask him...

• He just. He doesn’t know how to kiss either. I mean, do you think he ever had the time or mindset to do it??

• So, it’s messy. None of you really know what to do.

• Behind it all, Zoro has been kinda hoping he could kiss you and you’d been looking at him in a different way lately, so something like that was sort of bound to happen at some point

• It’s like a switch turns for you two, and it’s impossible to stop after that because, after all, you gotta practice to be perfect, right?

          “...They wouldn’t stop kissing.” You sighed, twisting your mouth a little as you thought back to the couple you saw at a bar when hanging out with the crew at an island. You and Zoro were out on the deck for the night watch; he sat back against the railing while you had your back on the ground, observing the stars above you. Once in a while, a colder breeze would make you shiver, but it wasn’t really that bad. The gentle rocking of the ship would intensify your tiredness, at times, but never enough to make your consciousness slip away into slumber, which resulted in sporadic and pointless talks. “It was obnoxious.”

Zoro hummed in agreement, shaking his head as he kept his gaze far in the horizon.

“What’s so great about it?”

He raised an eyebrow, humming again, and looked at you.

“About kissing,” you explained, sitting up and scooting closer to him with a sigh. “What’s good about it?”

...Why would he know? Zoro blushed a little as he looked away and preferred not to answer it. Maybe you’d give up on the question or talk about something else. Having to deal with always trying to find something other than the annoying couple at the bar was already stressful enough.

“Zoro.” You nudged him. “Can I ask you something?”

He blinked and looked at you for a moment. He nodded. You were a pain in the ass everyday—affectionately—, so he was mostly used to what you could come up with.

“Look, I don’t know how to say it without making it awkward, but like, I trust you, so...” You sighed, your eyes averting away for a moment. “Like, could you show me how to kiss? I never really had any time to think about it because I was always training to be strong out in the sea, y’know?” Was Zoro even paying attention? Even in the dark, you could see his red cheeks. Did you say something wrong?

“I can’t help you with that.” He kept looking forward, eyes narrowed. You knew that serious posture was just a play. It was when Robin and you ran into him taking care of babies.

You pouted. “What? C’mon, I’m just curious. We’ll just never talk about it.”

Zoro didn’t bulge, only groaning when you poked his side, squirming away more than he usually would. “I already said I can’t help you with that!”

You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing really ever came from your mouth. Instead, you searched in your mind for some reference, however, you could only remember Zoro always in the corners of bars or celebrations or over the sake. He was never the type to be around hitting on someone like Sanji did nor pay attention to whoever approached him. Maybe...

“I think I get it.” You smirked a little. “You don’t know how to kiss either.”

The flush on Zoro’s face intensified as he gasped and widened his eyes. “Wh—What are you talking about?”

You chuckled. Of course, Zoro, the swordsman with his unbelievable focus on becoming the best ever and his whole damn shyness wouldn’t allow him to be with anyone else either. It was almost relatable.

“It’s obvious Zoro. You can tell me, though,” you continued, ignoring the stuttering mess he was in, “y’know, it all makes sense. And I’m, like, the closest one to you here, you can at least admit it to me, right?” You elbowed his side a little—you didn’t give a fuck about it, to be honest, it was just nice seeing him like that. “I’m up to helping you with it, though, hm? What do you say?” You chuckled again, but made sure to keep a serious hint. It was all a joke until he agreed. If he disagreed, you were just fucking around, right?

Zoro’s face was so red. He could feel it burning and everything felt too much. His heart already felt like it would rip off his chest, and then the way you elbowed his side and that your face was so close to his that he could feel your breath on the side of his face, he was—

“Fine!” He breathed before he could notice it himself.

You raised your eyebrows. Did you hear it right? “Fine,” huh? Your own cheeks warmed up at the thought.

“You really...”

“Don’t make me regret it.” Zoro gulped, and you almost chuckled as he shifted to face you, his eyes still not looking anywhere near yours.

Despite fooling around the whole time, a serious atmosphere fell over both of you simultaneously, having the two of you gradually fall quiet. Zoro took a deep breath while you already looked at his eyes, waiting for his gaze to meet yours, which it did, eventually, even if still a little uncertain. You wanted to smile, laugh and hide all at the same time, but still held the gaze.

The ship had never been that quiet and maybe the wind was a little colder than you thought it to be. It didn’t matter, though, because Zoro’s hand was warm against your cheek, and you held onto his wrist out of reflex, which also felt warm. A quiet exchange of gazes was enough to determine you were ready and he was leaning in.

It was slow and careful, with nervousness lacing it, but still sweet nonetheless.

Zoro’s nose tickled a little when it brushed against your own nose, as if testing the waters before you leaned in properly. The distance was miscalculated and your lips brushed together too soon, making both of you pull away at the same time as if it’d burned. It didn’t burn, no, but there was something.

Your eyes met Zoro’s and he had a similar look on his face—so he felt it too. He mirrored the small smile that showed up across your face before the two of you leaned in again, carefully and slowly letting your lips meet.

Warm. Zoro’s lips were warm, but the kiss also made you feel something inside your chest that stirred up with the “kiss”, and made you lean in for more as you’d seen other people do, which snatched a soft gasp from Zoro, but he still tried to make up for it. If anything, things were just messy. None of you really knew what to do, trying to set your own rhythm but also match with the other’s and put in practice only brief notions you only had so far.

Suddenly, Zoro had his other hand cupping the side of your neck, which made you pause for a moment, but it was more than enough for him to figure out exactly what was missing and make the kiss more of a kiss. You just followed his lead this time, letting his lips guide yours through a gentle and uncertain kiss that maybe awakened more in you that you were aware of.

Cold air replaced Zoro’s lips when he pulled away. Your mind was still a little fuzzy, so you took a moment to open your eyes, already meeting his waiting gaze when you did so.

“That...” You whispered and gulped. The small pause had Zoro holding his breath and tensing up. “Can we do it again?”

Zoro chuckled, closing his eyes as he blushed again. “I hoped you’d say that...”

The new kiss had actual synchrony, even if it was barely present. Your hands actually held onto his shoulders this time as you pressed yourself closer, allowing the kiss to be deeper.

There was a look on Zoro’s face when he pulled away this time, one you couldn’t quite read. “You taste nice.”

“I taste nice?” You chuckled. “What’s it like?”

“It’s...” Zoro sighed, blinking a couple of times as he looked at you. “Sweet. What do I taste like?”

“Sake.” You answered without missing a bit, which made his face fall a little; you chuckled.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

If he asks you...

• Zoro’s been thinking about it for a while now, to be honest, trying to find an excuse to make it happen

• He genuinely didn’t think it would be that good. He had little faith in it—mostly curiosity—, but when you kiss him, he just ends up getting lost and wants more. Just wants you to show him everything. Also uses the excuse he gotta practice to get perfect

          “What’re you so grumpy about?” You raised an eyebrow, seeing Zoro walk in while grumbling under his breath. He usually didn’t come over to the aquarium bar when you were there during the afternoons messing with your own stuff just like the rest of the crew, so he certainly wanted attention that you were more than willing to give.

Zoro took a seat next to you, scowling. “That damn cook.”

“Oh.” You raised your eyebrows and sighed with a nod without looking up from the stuff you messed with. There were a few lists of what each one of the crew needed since you would soon make a stop on another island, so you needed to organize all of those and estimate how much money you’d need, and thinking wasn’t very easy with Zoro there, but it probably wasn’t anything that bad since it was just more fighting with Sanji. Not that he really cared about it, but you supposed it was a way of him gaining your attention despite how shy he tended to be. He wasn’t that shy around you, though. It was even funny when people commented about him being only cold and stoic—he could be, yeah, but he was also too shy for his own good.

“He’s spilling some stuff about kissing today, y’know?” Zoro huffed, crossing his arms. “About how he misses it and how I wouldn’t understand because I’ve never kissed!” He growled.

“Is it true, though?” You mumbled between the numbers of berries. 15 minus 7 resulted in 8, then 2 minus 1 would be 1, so 11 minus 7, so it would be...

Zoro clicked his tongue. “I’m not like him.”

“That doesn’t answer the question,” you hummed. So, 15 minus 7 was 8, then the 2 turned into 1, and 11 minus—

“I don’t have time to waste around like he does, kissing and— and hell knows what.” He looked down with pursed lips then turned to you.

“Right.” You inhaled deeply and scratched out the math you were doing to start it all over again later. “It’s not really a waste of time, I mean. Depends on the person. What, you’re aromantic or something? Or just never kissed? You’re sounding a little too bitter about something so irrelevant.” Now and then, Zoro just needed you to poke him with the raw truth so he would ground himself in reality again a little.

“I—I wouldn’t think about it.” Zoro clicked his tongue, looking away again. “I got better things to do.”

You sighed, putting your pen away and sitting back on the couch. “I mean, you never tried it. I wouldn’t be so secure about it myself, in your position, but you do you, right? I'm no one to judge."

Maybe that rubbed off on Zoro the wrong way. He raised an eyebrow at you for a long moment, but all you could do was shrug and nod at him to say something already. You had work to do, after all.

"If you're so sure about it, then show me."

"What?"

"Show me how to kiss." Zoro's face had a tinge of red despite how confident he tried to seem.

Despite the surprise, a smirk still tugged on your lips as you raised your eyebrows. "Oh? You sure? Wanna give me your first kiss? Am I that special?"

He clicked his tongue and looked away once again. "Don't be annoying about it or else I'm leaving."

A chuckle erupted from your lips as you tugged a little on his haramaki when Zoro started to stand up. The way he put it all made you want to tease him more to humble him down a little, but you knew better than that; things probably wouldn't go the right way if you kept him there grumpier than he already was or even accidentally scared him away, something you absolutely didn’t want before such an opportunity.

“Come on, don’t be like that.” You scooted a little closer to Zoro on the couch, putting an arm over the backrest of the couch, behind him. “Right, seriously. You mean it?”

A little crease was still there between Zoro’s furrowed eyebrows as he glanced you up and down, with his arms still crossed over his chest.

“Okay.” You rolled your eyes. He could be just like that sometimes. Annoying.

“How do you do it? Is there any secret trick or—” Zoro shrugged and raised an eyebrow at you. His shoulders dropped a little from their jagged stance and his arms weren’t crossed so tightly anymore.

“I mean, there’s no secret, but there are a few tips I wish I knew before I did it the first time, y’know?” You shifted a little, trying to push your mind away from annoying numbers to a new setting instead. “Like, it’s not necessarily a continuous thing, and it’s sort of you kissing my upper lip while I kiss your bottom one and then vice versa, but you can also— You’re not listening, are you?”

“I’m not.” Zoro confessed with that grin that made you want to punch it right off his face. “Your lips do look nice while you talk, though.”

“...Shameless bastard.”

“What was that?” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Nothing!” You mirrored his expression and clicked your tongue, holding back a chuckle. “You’re quite useless sometimes, huh? You listen to nothing.” Your hand cupped Zoro’s face gently, letting your thumb reach the corner of his lips before going down along his lip. “That’s why you’re such an empty head, got nothing but muscles...”

Zoro grinned. “You may complain, but you just never get away from me.”

“I’ll just make you shut up at once.”

His hand held onto your elbow as you leaned in and finally pressed your lips to Zoro’s. It was a simple kiss, just keeping your lips against his for a few seconds before pulling back again. A light blush dusted his cheeks and he still glanced at your lips, so you leaned in once again to give him a kiss that wasn’t just like a prolonged peck, actually moving your lips together.

Zoro wasn’t the best at it—of course not—, but he still tried, his grip against your elbow tightening a little at times while he messily kissed you back, trying to keep it up and mirroring your movements. His lips were clumsy and messy, but still something that you could guide and make the whole thing worth something. You held his cheek as you deepened the kiss a little, which made his breath get caught in his throat and his lips get a little lost for a second before they followed your lead again.

The mere seconds you had to pull away already felt like too long, with you exchanging gazes with Zoro to silently check if everything was alright, before your lips were pressed together again. Your tongue ran against his bottom lip this time, actually snatching a gasp from him.

“Is it okay?” You whispered, furrowing your eyebrows a little. Just a few inches still serpared your faces, having you both feel each other’s out of pace breathing.

Zoro nodded. “I just wasn’t waiting for that.”

“Is it okay, though?” You grinned again, seeing him grow flustered once more.

“...Do it again.”

You did kiss Zoro and lick his bottom lip once again, but this time, he opened his lips and allowed you to slip your tongue past his lips. There was a little taste of sake still, already faint. He still didn’t know what to do, but the way you held onto his jaw did ground him a little so he would calm down.

“Good?” You whispered against his lips, lips still grazing him.

Zoro’s breath hitched as he tried to catch his breath, hazy eyes observing you from close. “Do... Do it again.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

Requested; No.

Pairing(s); Ghost x Top Male Reader

Cw// Smut/Nsfw, Phone Sex, Bottom Ghost and Top Reader, partial Hc's.

A/n- I promised yall this a lonngg time ago, and I apologize, life has just been so hectic and everything, but I'm back on my phone sex brainrot again so here we go. Need this brainrot gone 💀 I'm also extremely rusty so- might not be the best I can do

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- Simon was overseas again, away from home. It was always hard on the both of you, wishing you both were at home in the comfort and safety of each other's arms. However.. there were times when you both were able to call and spend time with each other that way.

- It started off with talks about the day, some details held back of course on his end, and you talking about how his dog did something stupid- yet funny. Though as the call went on, you could hear his breath get shallow over the phone, and the tone of his voice drop. Talking about how much he misses you, and wishes he could be home with you, and how he misses your touch.

- It started slow, with you saying a soft spoken, "I miss yours too." You could hear him shift over the phone, as you leaned back against your bed and closed your eyes, imagining what he was doing.

"I miss feeling your skin beneath my fingers, so warm and soft.." You whispered, hearing ghost moan under his breath with something unzipping afterwards. You knew where this was leading, and fuck did it turn you on knowing that he was getting off to your voice, getting off to the thought of what you'd do to him.

"Fuck.. what would you do?" He spoke softly, hearing him shift some more and you could only imagine that he was on his knees, face pressed against whatever he's on. "I'd kiss your neck, and bite your shoulder, I would cover you in my marks, so everyone knows your mine." Simon moaned, and you couldn't help but pull your sweats down, taking your cock in your hand.

You knew how much ghost loved your possessiveness, how he loved when you'd litter his body in hickeies and love bites. "My fingers deep inside you, stretching you open, and edging you over, and over again" Slowly you moved your fingers along your slit, taking in a deep breath as you began to stroke your cock, "Finger yourself for me." Simon let out a muffled moan, faint ruffling in the background that let you know he was pulling down his pants, "Yes sir."

"Such a good boy, remember how I do it? A finger at a time, with slow thrusts," You could tell he was listening by the way he panted, and moaned, imagining the beautiful sight of him on the other end of the phone. "Keep going," He demanded, and you couldn't help but laugh, the desperation was so clear in his voice, and fuck was it hot.

A moan slipped past your lips when you wrapped your hand around your cock with slow thrusts, "Fuck.. wish I would feel you around me, so warm and soft, but so fucking tight.." You groaned out, gradually thrusting your hand quicker, and simons pants and moans only stirred you on more. "Bloody hell.. I want you to fuckin ruin me, I need you so fuckin bad" His words caught you off guard, he wasn't one to say those things often but when he did- fuck did it get you going.

"You'd love that wouldn't you? Me turning you into a fucking mess, fucking you senseless until all you can think about is how good I'm making you feel" Simon's moans grew louder with each word, and you could feel that knot in your stomach getting much tighter when he did. You always loved the way he sounded, his moans sounding so fucking sweet to your ears.

"Fuck-! fuck.. please- please! I wanna cum-" He begged, high pitched whines spilling from his mouth as he moaned, you wanted to drag it out, to edge him until he was babbling nonsense and his legs were shaking. You wanted to ruin him, and that's exactly what you're going to do.

Thigh Rider

RQ: “could you write a jj maybank x male reader where jj lets the reader ride his thigh?”

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Male!Reader

Summary: I think the reuqest explains enough.

Warnings: M!reader, thigh riding, use of 'good boy' and 'baby', not proofread

A/N; this was sitting in my drafts for a long time

JJ was sitting by your window, looking out at the view while smoking a cigar. You had just gotten out of the shower, hair still damp as you walked over to JJ, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder as he continued to smoke.

“Hey baby, how was your shower?” He asked as he put the cigar in his mouth and puffed out smoke. “Warm..” you muttered as you continued resting your head on his shoulder, watching the waves crash against each other. JJ hummed in response as he puffed again.

You began to start giving him soft, little kisses along his shoulder and neck, feeling some sort of tension that rose in you. You slowly started to run your hands through JJ’s chest, “Someone feelin’ a bit horny, hm?” He asked simply out of curiosity.

He seemed to have known you a little too well since you nodded as you continued to roam his chest. “Alright baby, why you undress yourself and come sit on my thigh, mkay? How does that sound?” He looked at you while placing the cigar in his mouth.

You did as you were told and completely undressed yourself, now feeling vulnerable since you were the only one naked. JJ smiled at your embarrassed state. “Don’t gotta feel embarrassed, baby. Not like I haven’t seen your body before.” He winked at you before patting his thigh.

You straddled JJ’s thigh, him resting a hand on your waist. He placed the cigar back in his mouth with his other hand, taking a puff and moving his head closer towards yours, placing his lips on your soft ones as the smoke left his mouth into yours. A small moan left you as you slowly began to grind on JJ's thigh, his lips still on yours.

You placed both your hands on top of your cock as you grinded and thrusted, leaking pre-cum onto JJ's thigh. His lips were still on yours, free hand roaming your body. You removed your swollen lips from his to catch your breath as you continued to thrust faster, whimpering and soft moans coming out of you.

JJ smiled at your pleasured face as he placed his cigar back in his mouth, the smoke filling his mouth before leaving it, vanishing in the air. You began grinding faster as you felt your climax rapidly approaching.

"J, m'gonna cum.." You softly moaned, noticing how much precum had leaked out of your cock and onto JJ's thigh. Both of JJ's hands rested on both sides of your waist, his blue eyes staring at your closed ones. "That's it baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my thigh like the good boy you are." He spoke softly, grinning as he noticed your pace speed up.

"Hnnggg~ cumming!" You moaned out, your cum painting JJ's thigh. You rested your hand in the crook of JJ's neck as you slightly panted. "Damn baby, got me all turned on..." He flicked the cigar out the window and slid his hands down towards your ass, "why don't you help me out with my little problem?"

The artist and the Tattooist

🏳️‍🌈Jason Todd x Male!Reader

Reader is a painter and owns a gallery across the street from Jason’s Tattoo Studio

Day one of living in Gotham and you really didn’t get why it had a bad rep. It was a nice area, at least the part you lived in. The area you opened your gallery was in a nice area too.

You did get that some parts of Gotham were not as welcoming once the sun went down, but that’s like most places.

You placed all your canvases on the stands as you looked around, breathing in deeply with a smile on your face. You could be your own boss, work your own hours. Relax.

You heard rock music playing from across the street, not too loud, but loud enough it caught your attention.

There was a guy outside the studio across the street, he was tall, muscular and had ink almost everywhere. At least from where you could see, though he was wearing a tank top and shorts, which didn’t cover much. He was carrying boxes inside from the back of his truck.

‘Todd’s place, sounds cute’ you said to yourself as you walked out of your studio, making sure to lock the doors behind yourself.

You walked across the street and went inside the studio, you looked round to see books on the shelves. Opening some and flipping through pages, it was all artwork.

The smell of fresh ink filled your nostrils as you took in the sight of the studio, it was clean. The sound of a tattoo gun could be heard in the distance.

‘Hey, can I help you?’ The tall, muscular guy from earlier said as he walked into view. Smiling at you.

Tattoos down both his arms, up his neck, you could see a bit of his chest and there were tattoos there too. His hands had some nice flower work.

‘Hi, sorry to just walk in, I just opened the art studio across the street. I heard music and thought I’d come over’ you said, trying not to blush too much, as the handsome man looked in your eyes.

‘Sorry, is the music too loud? I was cleaning and moving stuff around to make room for the delivery. I must’ve not realised’ he said, fumbling for the control to the stereo.

‘Oh no, I like Nirvana. I just wanted to come and introduce myself’ you reached your hand out, stopping him from turning the music off.

‘Great, well it’s nice to meet you, I’m Jason. Jason Todd’ he held his hand out.

‘Y/n y/l/n’ you shook his hand, smiling.

‘Todd? As in…?’ You began, Jason chuckling.

‘Yeah, Todd’s place, thought it would be a cool name’ Jason blushed a little.

‘It is’ you reassured, Jason nodding over to your studio.

‘What’s your place called?’ He asked, you narrowed your eyes.

‘Y/l/n’

Jason laughed, finding it funny that you both had the same idea of naming your studio simply after your last names.

‘I like the artwork, who’s the artist? In the books’ you asked, Jason smiled slightly.

‘Me and my best friend, Roy’ he admitted, you raising an eyebrow. Clearly impressed.

‘Wow, I’m impressed’

‘Thanks, I’m assuming the canvases you sell are your own artwork?’ Jason urged, he was seemingly liking this conversation.

‘Yeah, some anonymous artists send stuff in for me to sell, but haven’t had that privilege since last year’ you laugh, Jason stepping a little closer to you.

‘Well, if you ever get bored and want to play around with designs, we could use some help with our art books’ Jason suggested as you nodded, eagerly.

‘Same if you want to sell your artwork as more than tattoos’ you wink.

You both left the conversation on a light note as you both realised you should get back to work, but there was a spring in your step. Jason seemed like a genuine person, a genuinely nice guy. You were quite shocked, he looked rough around the edges from afar, but then after talking. He was just like everyone else.

You’d settled really quickly into the swing of everything, selling your art to various types of people.

Some were rich snobs who wanted a painting for their second bathroom, some were newly weds looking for a piece for their first home together. Some just really liked the design and wanted to find a space to hang it up.

You were so caught up in your own mind that you’d neglected that the canvases were running low. Along with work to sell.

You’d set yourself a day aside in the weekend to finish everything, which you would’ve done easily had it not been for the fact that you also ran low on supplies.

‘Hey’ you smiled as you walked into Jason’s tattoo studio, he smiled at you while cleaning up a client.

‘What’s up y/n?’ Jason greeted you kindly, as you walked to the counter.

‘Was wondering if you had any brushes I could borrow?’ You asked, Jason nodded as he pointed to a shelf.

You thanked him as you left the studio, while Jason looked at your form walking away. Which surprised even him, he didn’t register his actions till you had left. His still present client cleared her throat.

‘Sorry, let me just wrap this up’ Jason got back to his work, with you in his mind.

You’d been going at painting for a good few hours now, to the point your hand began to hurt a little. Fingers becoming stiff around the brush.

Wasn’t the best way for you to spend a Saturday afternoon, working out of hours while everyone else was out having fun.

A sudden knock at your door caught your attention, you putting your brush down and walking over to the apartment door.

‘Jason?’ You questioned, he just smiled as he lifted up a bucket.

‘Hey, thought you might want these’ he suggested, you looked inside the bucket to find more brushes.

‘Thank you’ you accepted as you let him inside your apartment, shutting the door behind him.

‘Nice place, wow, that’s beautiful’ Jason said as your painting caught his eye. He admired the design and the colours.

‘Thanks, it’s not finished yet. Still needs to dry a bit before I add somethings to it’ you said, placing the bucket on the counter. Jason turned and looked at you.

You were dressed in an old pair of blue dungarees, with paint all over your hands, arms and a bit on your face.

‘We don’t use brushes anymore, so thought you could have them’ Jason explained as he stepped closer to you.

‘Thanks again, how’d you know where I live by the way?’ You asked, curious as Jason looked to the floor.

‘You listed your address on your studio website, maybe don’t do that in case creeps show up’ Jason laughed, looking back at you.

‘Got it’

You walked over and put away the stuff you were using, putting it out of the way. Closing the pots of paint too.

‘You want a beer?’ You asked Jason, he nodded a little.

You grabbed two cold beers from the fridge and handed one to Jason, while you stopped off at the sink to wash yourself free of the paint on your body.

‘So, how long you been an artist?’ Jason asked as he sat down, sipping his beer.

‘Since I was a kid, my older siblings were more into lovers and fame. I wanted something meaningful’

Jason nodded as he felt he could relate in a way, the self-proclaimed black sheep of his family. Feeling like he had to compete to be taken serious at times.

‘You should sell this stuff to a museum, you’d make a mint’ Jason stared into your eyes, you huffed a little.

‘I’m not that good’ you replied as you walked over to the table where Jason was sitting and began drinking your beer.

‘You are, really’ he insisted, you going a little red in the face as Jason didn’t break eye contact with you.

‘Thank you. So how long you been tattooing?’ You asked Jason, he smiled a little.

‘Since I was about 20, but couldn’t do it professional yet, only opened up the studio about 2 years ago’

Jason took it upon himself to work for the money to open up his studio, he felt it too easy to ask for Daddy to give him money. Bruce would’ve done it, but that’s not the point. Jason wanted to work hard for it, not have it handed to him.

Much like yourself, you could have just asked one of your older siblings to give you a loan or your parents. It just seemed more meaningful to do it by yourself.

‘It’s great work, wish I was brave enough to get one’ you chuckled, Jason smiled brightly.

‘I could do one for you, they really don’t hurt that much’ Jason informed, ‘plus I won’t charge much’ he joked.

‘I’ll keep that in mind’

Jason still caught himself staring at you as you spoke, your handsome face just seemed so inviting to him. He’d been with men before, but he’d never been so captured by someone like you.

‘What are you doing tonight?’ Jason asked you suddenly, you shot an eyebrow up.

‘Nothing, probably working on the next piece’ you answered, Jason sighed at the answer.

‘It’s a weekend, come on get out with friends’

‘I don’t have any, not in Gotham anyway’ you replied, Jason looked a little saddened by your response.

‘I’ll be your friend’ Jason said genuine, making you laugh a little.

‘Sorry, it’s just so cute that you care’

Jason placed his hand on yours as he spoke softly again.

‘I’m serious y/n, why don’t me and you do something?’

You studied Jason’s face as he looked deep in your eyes, his gesture not changing.

‘Ok, you know Gotham better than me, show me the good spots’

And show you he did, Jason took you to all the good places he could. Bars, nightclubs, he took you to eat too. Insisting to pay for the majority of the night as it was his idea. Though you did pay your way of course, you didn’t like the thought of Jason being ‘expected’ to pay for everything.

It was a great afternoon to night out with Jason, you both got to know each other better. You even found out that his adoptive father was Bruce Wayne, which isn’t something Jason brags about.

You invited Jason back to your apartment as he seemed to not want to go home yet, so he came home with you.

‘I have something to show you’ you informed as you walked Jason to the guest bedroom.

Jason looked at the room a little confused as you pointed to the floor, sitting down.

‘Lay on your back’ you urged, Jason doing so a little unsure.

‘Wow’ he gasped a little as he lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

It was an art piece of the solar system painted into the ceiling, the sky of the room lit up from the product of glow in the dark paint. Purples, greens, white…it was a design no one had seen.

‘I finished it last week’ you said, Jason looking at you, seemingly in shock.

‘You painted this?’ He asked, shock present in his voice.

You simply nodded as Jason looked back at the rooms sky, mesmerised by it. You could hear the sound of Jason’s calm breathing, watching in the corner of your eye as Jason’s chest lifted up and down.

‘Can I ask you a question?’ Jason came out with, not looking at you as he still looked at the ceiling, you hummed in response.

‘You wanna go out again sometime? Like tonight’ he continued, you smiled brightly.

‘Yeah, I’d like that’ you replied, looking as Jason smiled.

He turned his head to face you as he found you were looking at him, he placed his hand on your face. Pulling you in a little as he greeted your lips with his, after a few seconds of the two of your lips meeting officially, Jason found his tongue inside your mouth. You welcomed it as you did the same.

Jason rolled onto his front with you laying on your back underneath him, still holding each other. Your lips and tongues dancing together in a sweet tango.

‘God, you’re so beautiful’ Jason breathed out as he looked at you. You pulling him in again, wanting his lips on yours.

It was a heated make out session as Jason found his jacket tossed across the room, you then found your hands in his T-shirt as you felt up his torso.

‘Fuck’ you breathed out into the kiss as Jason buried his face into your neck.

You could feel the heat coming from between your legs, as did Jason from between his. It was a perfect moment of passion, a sweet moment to end the night.

The sight of two men in a heated kiss as they slowly discarded their clothes, making a sweet night end with a hot moment. You didn’t even go to your bed, you both remained under the sky of the room, the very room that caught Jason’s attention.

You felt a slight chill up your spine as you woke up, a blanket covering your legs and groin, you found yourself with no clothes on. Laying next to a fast asleep Jason, who was also not wearing any clothes.

You didn’t know if it was morning or not, or how early or late it was. You just knew that it was a great night. Jason felt so good inside you, he was gentle and sweet.

You found your underwear in the corner of the room, where Jason threw it so he could let his mouth work you up. You smiled as you remembered the acts from last night, how good Jason made you feel.

‘Morning beautiful’ Jason smiled as he rolled over, seeing you standing up. Putting on your underwear.

‘Morning, you want some coffee?’ You sat on the floor next to Jason as you kissed his head.

Jason pulled you in for a sweet little kiss, as he held your face. While his free hand held your thigh.

‘I’ll have some please, just wanted to kiss you again’ Jason smiled, you blushed.

Jason drank his coffee while laying in only his underwear in your bed. You cleaning up on some more work.

Jason just looked at you as he admired your form and how you handled your piece, how much passion you had behind everything.

‘I’m hard, you’re making me hard’ Jason said, rubbing his hand through his hair.

‘How am I making you hard?’ You chuckled, Jason placing his empty coffee cup on your bedside table.

‘Come here, you sexy fucker’ Jason gestured with his hand, you smiled as you crawled over to the bed.

Climbing on top of Jason’s lap as you two made out again, you felt Jason’s length against you which caused you to get hard yourself.

‘Fuck’ you gasped, Jason grabbed at the waist of your underwear, pulling it down to expose part of your ass.

It was just as good as last night as you sat on Jason’s hard, friend. Jason’s moans made you so hot. You couldn’t believe the luck you had.

The hot tattoo artist across the street was now naked in your bed. With you.

It wasn’t all about the sex though as Jason felt the urge to take you for a long breakfast date. Well, by now it was more lunchtime.

As weeks went by Jason and you were getting closer and closer, even being the talk of the customers when you’d both run over the street to each other to have a quick kiss and chat.

It was special times with Jason and he made you feel, like you were the only man on earth. You did the same for him.

Though neither of you had said it yet to one another, there was love present in every way.

Would be interesting to see SubTop!Clark Kent x DomBottom!Male reader

Clark Kent x Male Reader

(CW: overstimulation, cursing, degrading, lingerie play)

I stumbled through the front door of me and Clark's house, dragging Clark in by his tie. I slammed the door closed and shoved him against the wall, pinning one of his arms to his side. 

"I can't fucking take you anywhere. All those damn people flirting with you like they're a bunch of bitches in heat." You growled at him, running your hands over his firm body. Clark's eyes were filled with shame, lust, and need. 

"I-I'm sorry, my love! T-They just seemed so nice a-and I didn't think that it would make you upset…" Clark's eyes softened and glossed over, flashing me his puppy eyes. 

"After they groped your arms you came running over to me and practically humped me. You got turned on by those fuckers fondling your muscles, you naughty bitch." You growled and gripped his face and smashed your lips onto his. He whined loudly but was cut off by a firm squeeze on his carotid artery. His eyes rolled back a bit and his legs shook as he tried to stay up. 

I smirked and pulled away, watching as his bright pink lips twitched and small whimpers escaped his mouth. "Please…" He whined. I could see that his pants were tight as his cock strained against the restricting fabric. I grabbed him by the tie and yanked him upstairs. He stumbled along and yelled as I pushed him into the bed. 

I crawled on his lap and tore off his dress shirt. I sighed at his black lingerie that supported his big pecs. I smashed my face in his chest and sucked and bit his nipples. "Good boy~," I said and ground against Clark's waist. 

"Oh please! I'm gonna lose it, darling!" Clark whimpered and bucked his hips up into me. I wiggled down and began to take our clothes off. His big and pretty pink cock was dripping with precum all over his underwear. I threw them away and flopped on the bed, pulling Clark on top of me. 

"Prove that you can be a good boy. That you can control yourself in public without the need to cum in your pants every time you're near me." I said and grabbed a condom and lube. I tore the condom open and rolled it onto Clark's cock while spreading lube around my hole. 

"Should I prep you? I don't want it to hurt-" Clark began. "Be a good boy and fuck me already." I said and spread my legs far enough for his waist to fit perfectly. He lifted my hips easily and slipped his cock into my tight hole. He moaned softly and pumped his cock in and out of me mindlessly. 

I gasped and arched my back, moaning loudly. "F-Fuck- OH!" I saw stars when he buried his face in my neck and humped me faster. I clawed at his back and whined into his shoulder loudly. His hands felt around me everywhere before grabbing my cock and jerking it in his hand. 

My eyes rolled back and my thighs twitched as I came all over my tummy. "Fuck! Clark!" I moaned. He was whimpering louder, getting close to his release. 

"Stop." I growled. 

"No! Please!" He sobbed loudly as his hips came to a sudden jerk. I smirked and wiggled my hips to tease him. I waited a bit before letting him thrust into me again. 

"Keep going but don't cum unless I tell you." He was faster this time. His moans were high-pitched and whiny. His thrusts became sloppy and needy.

"Shit…shit shit! Yes!" My eyes rolled back and my hips twitched. "Such a good boy~ Oooooh~" I whined as his cock bottomed out inside of me and his cum filled my hole. I shuddered and looked down with a lustful face. He sighed happily and trusted a few times, burying his semen deeper inside me. 

He slowly pulled out and watched with glazed eyes as the cum poured out. I wiggled into the bed more and let Clark clean us. He shyly dressed us before hopping into bed and cuddling into my arms. 

"Was it good?" Clark whispered gently. 

"You were wonderful, love." I whispered back. He kissed me and we both spent the night giggling about our day. 

Next: uhhhhhhhhh-

staking claims

in all the time you've known jing yuan, you've never known the hybrid as someone who was territorial, which was unusual for a white leopard. you've known him since he was an adolescent, and it seemed like your paths seemed to intertwine with eachother.

WARNINGS:TOP MALE READER. YANDERE HYBRID JING YUAN, YANDERE BLADE, MENTIONS OF HEATS, MARKING, BONDAGE, IMPRISIONMENT, BLOWIES,BODY WORSHIP AND MARKING, DACRYPHILIA, CLOTHES RIPPING

MINORS DNI

that was years ago, and while he was generally pretty relaxed, there seemed to be some rage behind his voice whenever he mentions a black haired panther hybrid. he would never tell you who, or their name. the only other thing he wouldn't tell you about was who he had his eyes on, and its still something he has his lips shut about.

in all truth, jing yuan was not as laid back as he presents himself to you. a meticulous planner, his friendship with blade ended after they couldn't agree on the topic of an oblivious man -- you. sometimes he feels bad when he hears of you talking about how crazy it was that your meeting was by fate, but he could no longer wait knowing that who else wanted you.

looking at you now, its clear that time had been kind to you. the two of you, plus blade, were no longer young adults, but established individuals. in all his years of knowing you, he never stopped loving you. yet, he could never bite the bullet and ask you out. perhaps it was the lack of haste that eroded over the years. perhaps after the initial few years of climbing ranks, then dealing with his jobs, and dealing with the threats of the stellaron hunters had made him delay his planning of courting you, until it barely passed his mind. after all, you were already his. it wasn't official, but who would have the nerve to go against a general? it was like he forgot you two weren't officially dating. you smelt like him, and were already close to the general. in his delusion, you were his.

sometimes he forgets that you're still eligible, and a very wanted bachelor. his possessiveness never faltered, but sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he ever told you it was you that he wanted, but now that you stopped asking and slowly started distancing since the trailblazer arrived made an uncomfortable ball of anxiety drop in his stomach. he had to still a growl when you wrapped an arm around both dan heng and caelus. this anxiety made him prepare an elaborate plan to court you, fitting of his pride as a leopard hybrid. but something was telling him that something, or rather someone unwelcomed would come, and he was right.

stress and pre-heat hormones filled the private prison jing yuan ordered blade to be put in. the white haired males tail was puffed as he snarled at blade, his hand grabbing the black fabric and yanking blade until he was pressed against the bars. "you've had some nerve showing here, old friend. and to do so while you're on preheat.. what do you intend to do here?" his narrowed eyes locked onto the panting blade, who snarled back, albeit weakly.

"you missed your chance jing yuan, i've been told he hasn't been claimed yet. you've had your chance. it's only a matter of time before he learns the truth." blades smirk irritated him, and he was about to respond until you pushed the door open, panting and with water in your hand. his eyes darted between your being and blade's face, watching as the two of you made eye contact and both slowly started blushing. it made him wonder how much need blade had for you, seeing how strangely he was acting.

you noticed the position the two were in and pulled jing yuan off of blade, passing him the water you had. the rage within jing yuan grew and bubbled from his chest.

"what do you think you're doing? helping a wanted criminal? while you are a welcome face, this isn't the best time to be here." a low growl was in his throat as he grit his teeth, holding back a snarl directed towards you.

"have some compassion, he's in his pre-heat," the bundle of nerves struck jing yuan as you walked closer, pressing a knuckle to his cold cheek, watching him rub his face into it. "he's dangerous, but he's still a being. don't be a monster, jing yuan."

you were ripped from him and thrown against a wall, caged by the arms of the general. his eyes seemed like the worst place to look at, but you couldn't look away. his rage was unseen from your eyes, yet you knew the unspoken threats it posed from the normally calm man.

"he's a criminal, a scumbag that was looking to take what is mine. his preheat is to prey on you, knowing your nature. and you fell for it." a growl and snarl from him reminded you how mean leopard hybrids can be. "he wants you in more ways you know, but i'll want you in more ways you can comprehend."

a pause, then a more sultry voice was heard from him. it worked well to hide his anger, but you knew better. "in fact, the only reason why he even came here was because i didn't do something i should've the minute we met. you may be your own being, but you'll always be mine. if you think i'm such a monster, let me show you how much of a monster i can be." he kept you against the wall as he leaned in, lip locking in a way that was not sweet or pretty, but hunger driven by passion and anger. his ears twitched against your skin as he went back in, eyes locking with a scowling blade.

jing yuan pulled away, panting as he pushed you to the floor. "call me a monster, call me insatiable, but you've been mine whether you like it or not. i've wanted you for too long, and forgive me for my hastiness my dear, but i believe i have a more fitting punishment for the intruder, one that i'll need your help with." he pulled off his outer layers as his hands roamed your body, his sharp claws stroking the fabric before he tore into it. his tail thumped between your legs as he sat on your thighs. he was immensely satisfied by your obedience as he tore up your shirt, a nice rip of the fabric. his eyes scanned your body as he ripped the threads apart, amusement in his eyes at how you shivered, or how you tried to hide your face in your arms.

"such a nice body, and such a handsome face. no wonder everyone wants you, too bad you're mine. your face is too cute to be held back by your hands. be a good boy and stay in place." his tail ticked your groin, stroking a line up and down your clothed cock. jing yuans ears twitched whenever he heard blade whine or pant softly as the preheat ate away at his power and strength. his hands left your body for a second while he pulled away his hair tie, letting the pearly strands part before using that same hairtie to tie your hands together above your head.

jing yuan removed his pants and his clothes, only having his underwear on while he played with removing your pants. pawing at the fabric, it wasn't long before your pants met the same fate as your shirt. his long white tail slipped under the waistband, and blade could see the general grind against your lap.

"such a shame that our first time has to be rushed. i thought that having our first time would be when i'm in heat would be much more romantic, but i like the thrill of an audience. it'll teach him how good you are, and how much you belong to me." he spoke right over your face, body crawled over yours. his hair tickled your face as you stared into his lusty eyes. his fingers couldn't help but swipe over your mouth, staring at your lips before his thumb played with your bottom lip.

blade sat in the corner, pants off as he desperate jerked off himself off, trying to get the itch of mating out of his system to no avail. jing yuan threw his hair back before he removed your boxers and his boxers, tail curling in delight as he sucked his lips in at the sight of your nude body for him. a blank canvas to show how you belong to him. he grabbed your cock, and licked the head, staring at your face. he sat there and drooled all over the head, relishing how big you were and how thick you felt with his lips around your cock. and while he loved the idea of blowing you and overstimming you until you cried in the makeshift restraints and painted yourself in white.. he had a point to prove.

his large hands jerked your cock off, distributing the saliva before he pressed his hole against the tip. his breath caught in his throat, before he made eye contact with a very desperate blade, a smirk on his lips. "the man is mine, blade." he sank down slowly, inch by inch as he groaned and rolled his hips and his eyes back, an overwhelming sensation known as you deep in his guts. he was not expecting you to be so thick, and big. blade thrusted his hips up and muffled a moan, cum shooting from his pretty cock as he watched jing yuan ride you, wishing it was him in the generals place.

you cried out as he rode you. jing yuan wasn't forceful, but was demanding. much like his personality. to him, this was a sweet surrender to him. he would hate to have you resist, and end up breaking you. he was speared by you, yet he was in control. jing yuan took his time to adjust, opting to pepper kisses on your arms and your chest, using his sharp teeth to lightly scrape the skin enough to make you cry out. he could see how close you were to snapping his hair tie, yet the restraint you had to be a good boy for him. it was cute, seeing how hard you try.

his lips mouthed at your neck, hearing your breath hitch. it was so warm and free from blemishes, perfect for marking. he couldn't help but just sink his teeth down into your neck, hearing you yelp out in slight pain before crying out as he massaged the wound with his neck. jing yuan peppered kisses before suckling on your neck.

to some extent, him doing this was his nature as a hybrid. but it was also his own nature, and he liked the sick satisfaction he got from hearing those sweet cries leave your lips, or those tears budding in your eyes because everything is just too much for you. he wanted to make you pay for being so oblivious and for intervening with his affairs.

but also he had his own desire bubbling in his stomach, and he couldn't resist his own urges of making both of you feel good. so he rocked his hips, feeling you push and pull into him at his own accord. his eyes wandered the room slowly in a haze of pleasureful bliss, that same sick satisfaction rising seeing blade roughly fingering himself, cock dripping cum onto the cold floor.

he could feel you heave out moans and pants, begging him to go faster and ride you harder. he couldn't help but sink his nails into your body as he crawled and left marks on your adams apple, enjoying how wet and messy everything sounded, and how warm and sensitive you've become. what a plaything you were, he really struck a goldmine having you as his boyfriend.

but your body was too perfect, too clean. he couldn't help but drag his claws down your chest, minorly avoiding blood and your nipples, and dragging his claws down your abs, letting the marks turn red and angry as you cried for him to please ride you faster. it was mind numbing chasing your orgasm, and you couldn't focus on anything other than the chase.

your body was his canvas, and he was a damn good artist.

he took a moment to look at you before he felt himself adjust and hit a certain point that made him see stars. he couldn't help but want to release too, and so he gasped your sides while he rode up and down your cock, angling his fit body to hit that sweet spot that made him pant and drool.

if you felt this good now, how good would you feel inside of him once he had his heat? he couldn't wait to find out. but the feeling and blurry view of you tensing up as you approached your orgasm would be engraved into his head. the black male rubbing his spent out cock again, one of the many times, was on the side, delirious with desire and need, but too weak to do anything to achieve that.

and he was close too, no matter how much control he had he was still not powerful enough to resist the urge to have a climax. and he couldn't help but sink a little deeper, ride a little harder, be a bit more forceful as those delicious noises fueled his sex crazed head. he shuttered out a breath while he watched you cry and moan for him before tensing. you heaved a few had breaths before he felt your balls clench, pushing a thick, warm and full load deep into his body. he was no better, stifling a moan at the feeling while white ropes shot out of his tip, landing on your body. the two of you were both sweaty and panting, but seeing him all soft, blushy and flushed while his scarred and fit body was sweaty was enough for you to have some level of realization of how beautiful he was.

jing yuan was very smug as he was getting dressed, watching you get all embarassed and panic as you remembered all of your clothes are shreds. but seeing you in his coat and knowing that you two were dating was enough to make him at least forgive the stellaron hunter in his head.