rineahlight

[rineahlight]

Tags: [mlw][mdni][established relationship][praise, praise, PRAISE][soft dom jason][mdom][little bit of a daddy kink if you squint][fingering][slight somnophilia][jason speaks spanish btw, not a lot][slightly instructed masturbation][mating press][adoring][scar mention][implied creampie]

It's hard to believe that the hands that were bashing skulls just 30 minutes earlier, are the hands that are cradling your face so sweetly, calloused fingers gently patting sunscreen onto your face, caressing the soft flesh beneath the pads of his thumbs.

Emerald pools meet yours inbetween slow blinks, a warm and barely noticeable smile plastered on his face, dimples digging into those tanned cheeks as Jason lets out a soft breath.

"You're so pretty."

Jason murmurs sweetly, thumbs brushing over the skin beneath your eyes, his knees digging into the mattress on either side of you, thick thighs straining against his cargo pants, fabric tautly tugged as he sets his weight atop your lap.

Pinky fingers resting just below your ear, feeling the steady thump of your pulse as it beats beneath your skin and Jason leans forward, soft lips pressing against your forehead.

"So... So pretty."

He praises softly.

"Jay, are you okay?" You question with a snort, delicate hands lifting to wrap around as much of his wrists as you can, halting his adoring touches as you stare up at him through your lashes, a brow raised in confusion.

"You're a bit more.... Lovey." You add with a hum, soft thumbs brushing along the skin of his wrist, exposed by where his compression shirt had ridden up.

"No reason." Jason hums quietly. "I just saw a bloodstain that reminded me of you, so I ended patrol a little earlier."

"I'm sorry," you scoff, "a bloodstain?"

"Yeah. I hit a guy's head against the wall and it splattered like a heart." Jason reaches into one of the many pockets in his pants, obviously fishing for his phone. "Wanna see?"

"No." You sigh softly. "No, I do not."

It's a quiet type of affection when you're watching old episodes of 'American Dad!', on an outdated but still amazingly efficient Wayne Tech laptop, the device resting on the empty nightstand as Jason cards his thick fingers through your hair. The scent of leather, blood and gunpowder clings to him alongside that distinct scent of Moroccan coffee and the cacophony of smells envelop you as he curls a thick arm around you, his legs entangled with yours.

Your face remains buried in the thickness of the warm flesh of his neck, your body curled up to his chest as you absentmindedly listen, sleepiness and weariness slowly tinging your peripheral vision with blackness.

"You want me to turn it off?"

Jason's voice is soft, so sweet and low, as he shifts against you, looking down at you from long lashes and twinkling emerald eyes stare at your forehead adoringly. Watching the way your baby hairs curl and frame your hairline so prettily.

"No no," you murmur sleepily, "m'listening..." You reassure quietly, staring up at Jason with bleary eyes and fluttering lashes, before burying your face in the expanse of his chest. The action makes his breath hitch, and his fingers twitch with nervousness, because you're nuzzling right at where the autopsy scar bisects his chest.

The raised scar tissue does nothing to deter you from relaxing against him, your breaths even and low.

Every once in a while, a sleepy giggle slips past your lips from particularly crude jokes and comments, and you occasionally peek over your shoulder, eyes flinching at the brightness. Until you look back at Jason, and you nearly coo.

Eyes closed shut, eyelashes reaching his high cheekbones and his expression is pinched into that little frown babies have when they sleep. So angry and adorable, and you card your fingers through his hair, the white tuft earning an extra stroke before you allow yourself to succumb to the sleep, the cartoon continuing to play silently.

A deep breath leaves your nose just as you fall asleep, and the warmth of Jason's body lulls you sweetly, even as his fingers sleepily stroke patterns onto your lower back.

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"You're so pretty." Jason mutters sleepily, his gaze lowered to where your head rests on his thick bicep, your hips pressed against his as his deep, rumbly voice resonates through your back. Jason feels trickles of drool drip down his arm, pooling on the pillow below but he pays no mind to the liquid, his mind already focused on one thing.

"You're so smart and you're so loving and attentive."

A calloused palm slides down the waistband of your sleeping shorts, stretching the elastic of your panties as two digits drag through your slippery folds and your brows knit into a little frown. Lashes flutter and you tilt your head just enough to meet Jason's gaze.

"Birdie?" You murmur sleepily, swords slurred and you wipe your mouth with one of your hands. "Are you ok— oh..."

Your lips form that pretty 'o' shape that Jason just loves to watch take place, pouty lips glistening with spit and your brows twitch.

"You mind?" He asks softly, his fingers stilling from their ministrations and he leans over you a bit more to keep his eyes on your dimly illuminated face, bleary eyes staring up at him and you shake your head.

"...don't mind.."

Letting out one of those sleepy sighs, you allow Jason to manoeuvre your body, tossing your thigh over the leg tucked beside you, and your thighs are splayed beneath the covers. He continues his motions, fingertips rubbing soft and lazy circles around your clit, feeling the way slick coats his digits and a soft kiss is pressed against your forehead.

It's gentle.

Like you're the most precious thing he's ever touched, the most priceless art piece he's ever laid his eyes on and another kiss is planted against the hollow of your temple.

Fingers gently probe at your slickened slit, his knuckles brushing over your puffy and glossy pussy before gently easing a digit into you and he nearly whines, burying his face in your hair and inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

It's so... Luxurious. He should start using your shampoo more.

Your lips part and hot breaths leave your lips, eyes fluttering open and meeting Jason's gaze.

"You look so pretty..." Jason coos softly, nearly melting as he thrusts his finger into you, feeling the way your gummy walls tug and suck at him, the sticky give of your cunt makes the lewdest squelches that makes his cock twitch in his pants.

"...besitos..." You mutter sleepily, lips pursing and brows twitching as you feel the way his digit prods and rubs against that gooey spot that has you arching your back against the sheets.

"¿Quieres besitos, amor?" Jason questions softly.

He can't help but feel the way his heart thrums whenever you speak to him in Spanish, your words just a bit slurred from sleep but sweet all the same and he leans forward, lips brushing against your own.

"You want me to kiss you?" He teases softly, before pressing his lips against yours. It's sweet, the way his mouth moves against yours, pulling away in small recessions and he swallows the whine you let out when his second finger is nestled sweetly in your cunt and you're throbbing.

"Atta girl, keep taking my fingers."

His thumb continuously flicks and brushes over your slickened bud, the little nub sensitive underneath his fingers as Jason coaxes an orgasm out of you.

Pulling saccharine moans from your lips and watching the way tears gathered on your pretty lashes, your chest heaving and nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of your T-shirt and he hums softly, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

"Good job, baby, good job." He croons to you sweetly, shifting until he's hovering over you and he's peppering soft kisses along your collarbones. And he's gently pulling your panties and shorts off, setting them aside before his hands move to the backs of your thighs, pushing them towards your chest and he watches the way your sticky cum smears across your inner thighs and needy pussy.

And Jason's pushing his sweatpants past his hips, until you place a hand on his lower belly, feeling the way the muscles flex beneath your palm.

"Take... Take off your shirt this time?"

You murmur softly, the light of the laptop bouncing off your pretty irises and you can see the hesitance in Jason's eyes.

"Please?"

You know he's always been a bit nervous about his autopsy scar, the large 'Y' extended across his torso entirely, raised scar tissue pinkened and smooth.

And when you catch the way he anxiously grasps for the edges of his shirt, you reach for the laptop, gently shutting it and the sigh he lets out is audible.

"Thank you, baby." The rustle of fabric fills the air before Jason's bare chest is pressed against you, the fabric of your T-shirt doing nothing to stifle the warmth of his body as he kisses you, his hips slotting between your thighs and his thick cock resting across your mound, ending just below your belly button.

"You think you're ready for me to put it in?" Jason asks softly, his hand reaching down below, his thumb swiping across your clit sweetly and you let out a shaky breath, nodding your head.

"Mhm, I'm ready."

"Can you be a doll and put those pretty legs on my shoulders?" Jason whispers softly, rough hand wrapped around his base as he notches the flushed tip of his cock at your slick hole, tracing along the seam of your cunt as he waits, patiently for you. You shift and readjust, moving your legs to rest on his shoulders and Jason hums.

"That's my sweet girl." He praises you, and the dim lights of the street allows you to watch the way his expression crumples in pleasure, his plump bottom lip caught between his teeth to muffle a whine as he slides his cock into you.

"Fuck, you're so warm." Jason breathes out, brows twitching and his hands move to rest on either side of your head. Hot breaths fan your features and Jason's hips begin to move.

He's not thrusting or pounding.

He's rolling his hips. Hips carved into the slightest bit of chub, thick and scarred thighs on either side of you, sinewy muscles surround you from all sides and Jason groans lowly.

He's stretching your cunt to fit him and the burn is phenomenal, your nails dragging down his back as his rotund tip leaks against your cervix, precum and your cum mixing to form a creamy ring at his base.

It's sweet and perfect.

The way your cunt grips him tightly, the way your lashes flutter shut and Jason leans closer, pressing his lips against yours with a gentleness that seems so uncommon for a man of his size. Of his profession.

"You're perfect." He breathes out. "So fucking perfect."

Bated breaths and murmured praises, kisses planted along the side of your face as his hips occasionally still, just so he can push the ball of his nose against your pulse, feeling the erratic thrum of your blood. And his hips grind into you.

"Nice and slow, yeah?" Jason's hands fist the sheets, your ankles brushing against his ears and occasionally, he plants a kiss against the protruding bones. "Does it feel good?"

And you can only nod, whining under your breath before finding the ability to talk.

"Feels so good..." You breathe out. "Keep fucking me. I—" A gasp nearly shakes you to your core when his fat tip pushes against your cervix in a way that has your thighs shaking, "—'m gonna come..."

Jason nods his head, shifting your body just a bit and he removes your legs from his shoulders, veiny hands wrapping around your ankles as he pushes your legs towards your chest. And he fucks you deeper, grinding against you before he breathes out.

"Play with your pussy for me." He sighs, lashes falling shut as he feels the way your cunt spasms when your fingers swipe over your clit in one of those experimental ways. Clearly, you're not good at masturbation but it's fine.

He'll teach you.

"Circles baby, circles." He guides sweetly. "The circles are gonna feel good while I fuck you."

Jason's lips press a kiss to the sock covered arch of your foot, his eyes laser focused on where you tease your clit, whines and mewls slipping past your lips until you gasp, toes curling and chest heaving.

And your hips twitch when you come, sucking him in with vigor as you soak the sheets beneath you and your hand moves, brushing along the expanse of his scar. And Jason's cock twitches needily, a whimper slipping past his lips before his hips stutter just a bit.

"Don't make me lose my rhythm." He huffs out, a shaky laugh leaving him as the dimples in his cheeks deepen.

You're like if the ocean was a furnace.

Squelchy sounds and lewd sloshy sounds with each buck of his hips and Jason bites his bottom lip as he feels his orgasm slowly build, his skin prickling with goosebumps and his nipples stiffen in a way that he just knows has your ego soaring.

"Shit, 'm gonna come soon." He grumbles, his hand leaving your ankle to card through his hair, pushing the damp strands out of his vision. And before his lips can part to ask where you want it, Jason's body shudders when your hand moves, wrapping around the base of him and he feels the way he gets just a bit lightheaded.

"Don't pull out, okay?"

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[rineahlight]

Damaged - Arkhamverse!Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: do you do arkham verse!jason? because if so I’d love a fluff fic where Jason is super hesitant over the J scar on his cheek, and reader just comforts him and is like “it’s a part of you, and I love all of you”

You were in complete and utter bliss. You felt like you had slept enough in the first time in forever, you were in a comfortable bed with a man that you loved. Life couldn’t get much better than this.

You’ve been awake for a while but there’s no way you’d let Jay know that. You were lying ‘asleep’ on his bare chest. He was awake and gently running his fingers, you could practically feel his affectionate gaze fixed on you. What felt like hours later Jason pressed a kiss to your forehead, his stubble tickling your skin, and slid out from under you. You kept your eyes closed but you could hear water running in the bathroom. You smiled to yourself, reveling in the domesticity of it all.

After a while you decided to get up and get ready for the day. You padded over to the bathroom and joined Jason in your morning routine. Jason was in the process of shaving while you stood by his side brushing your teeth. When he got to the ragged ‘J’ on his cheek, his fingers hesitated and he set down his razor and just stared at his reflection.

You’ve seen that look in his eyes far too many times to count. You smiled sadly and him and stepped behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. You rested your cheek against his shoulder and pressed a soft kiss at the back of his neck.

“How can you even stand to look at me?” Jason whispered, glaring at the grotesque scar that served as a painful reminder his his past. You said nothing but started placing slow kisses along his neck and shoulder. You slipped between him and the bathroom counter and kissed every centimeter or his skin. Along his neck, his apple, his jawline, his chin, his lips, before you finally reached up and placing a soft kiss to his scar.

“I love you, Jay. It’s a part of you and I love all of you.” You said, running your fingers through his hair. He let his eyes slide closed and his eyebrows creased together. You couldn’t imagine what sort of torture was flashing through his mind.

“Come back to bed.” You encouraged, intertwining your fingers with both of his hands and guiding him back towards the bedroom. You showered him with gentle affection, making sure to pour all the love you possibly could into your kisses.

“I’m damaged [Y/N].” Jason whispered vulnerably.

“You’re perfect.”

[rineahlight]

Kissing Scars [Jason Todd x Reader]

Prompt by @otpprompts: “ Person A has scars on their back/shoulders (can be self harm, battle scars, etc.). One day A has their back exposed, and B hugs them from behind, kissing down A’s back. When A asks what B is doing, B replies “no one has ever kissed them better before, so I’m doing it now.””

A/n: So I saw this prompt and immediately had an urge to write it for Jason. I hope you loves enjoy it!!

Taglist: Everything: @jasxn-txdds @myothermuse @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @linaofthemyscira - Batfam: @poison-for-breakfast (Wanna be tagged?) _____

Jason was well aware of the fact that you knew who he was. You figured out he was Red Hood early on in your relationship, you always had this intuition about those things. He swears you’re psychic. He has told you about his past and death, though he has yet to show you the scars that litter his back. The reminders from that cold night in the warehouse with him.

It was impossible for him to understand how considerate you were. You would never pressure him into showing you them, and never made him tell you anything about his death until he was ready. Whenever he needed to change, even if it were just his shirt, you’d give him the privacy he wanted. When you stay the night, you’d make sure his shirt hadn’t ridden up in his sleep before looking at him.

Jason couldn’t ask for anyone better.

However, he’s getting tired of being scared about what reaction you’ll have to his scars. Would you think they were disgusting and leave him? He wanted to ask you to move in with him soon, you wouldn’t leave him for that…right?

From your position across the couch, you lifted your nose out of your book to see Jason staring at the coffee table, his open book laying in his lap. Obviously deep in thought. Extending your leg, you lightly nudged him. “Baby, what are you thinking about?”

Jason tore himself from his thoughts at the sound of your voice. Looking over, he saw a bit of worry in your expression. The way your brows were furrowed and gaze trailed on him, he could tell. “I’m okay doll.” He rubbed your leg. “Just thinking about random things.” He shrugged in the process of speaking.

Nodding you scooted closer to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and looking in his eyes. “You can tell me anything okay? Whenever you’re ready. I’ll be here waiting.”

That allowed a gentle smile, a smile you love so much, to appear on his lips. Sighing he leaned forward and captured your lips in a sweet, short kiss. “Can I stay here tonight? I’m not ready to go to an empty apartment.”

With a smile, you nodded. “I think there are some leftover clothes here if you need them. But like always, of course you can.”

With a grin he captured your lips again. Thoroughly enjoying your presence as you both went back to reading until it was time for dinner and then bed. Wrapping the night up with pillowtalk and encased in your boyfriend’s arms.

The next morning, you woke up first. Turning on your side to face Jason as he was still fast asleep. With a content sigh, your eyes fluttered open to see his still closed, though something was different. There wasn’t the collar of a t-shirt around his neck.

Your eyes caught the sight of his shirt on the floor before following down his back, to where the sheets pooled at his waist. You’d never even felt him move to take his shirt off that night.

Though, your gaze immediately fell on the scars that litter his skin. Lightly, your fingers trailed up to gently graze the raised skin. Deciding not to get carried away, you slipped out of bed and got up to make coffee. Thinking about the scars and the pain he went through to have earned them.

The smell of the coffee was enough to stir Jason awake. He groggily pushed off his pillow to see your space next to him empty. Exhaling he pushed off the bed and stood. His bare feet felt cold against the hardwood surface.

Though before he could make it out of the bedroom, you appeared in the doorway with a cup of coffee for him. Arm extended for him to take it.

Smiling he took the mug and walked over to the dresser while taking a sip. “Thank you babe”

You hummed while your eyes trailed his scarred back as he searched your dresser for his leftover clothes.

Silently, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. At first you simply pressed your cheek to his bare back before beginning to place gentle, featherlike kisses over each and every scar down his back.

He sighed in relief at the feeling of your lips landing on his rough, raised skin. “Doll, what are you doing?” Asking as his fingers laced with yours.

Smiling against his spine, you answered. “No one has ever kissed them better before, so I’m doing it now.” Fingers delicately tracing over a scar while the words left your mouth. However, in the rush of love Jason felt, he spun around and immediately pressed his lips to yours. All honesty, you were not expecting it. But that didn’t stop you from reciprocating. Hands slipping up his neck to lightly scratch the back of his neck and feel his thick black hair between your fingers.

After a few seconds he pulled away, but not far enough for your hands to let go of the back of his neck. He was panting a little before finally dropping the question he was most scared of. “You’re not gonna leave because of them?”

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Jason, don’t be ridiculous. I’d never leave you because you have scars. They’re a part of you” you cupped his face, “and I love all of you.”

He gently leaned into your touch. “I love you”

Smiling you lightly pressed your lips to his cheek. “And I love you, no scar or wound will ever change that. Not for as long as my heart beats for you.”

[rineahlight]

(AFAB reader, more subby, comes fast, eager Jason at the people's request 🤲)

IF you praise Jason while he's inside of you, he will come first.

Jason thinks that this is a design flaw. You... disagree.

You discover it by accident the second time you have sex. The first time is negligible—Jason was nervous about being intimate with you and doing a good job, and he was a big ol' virgin, so obviously when you stroked his face and told him what a good, sweet boy he is, he blew his load. Obviously.

The next time has him seeking you out after patrol. He's freshly showered and maybe a little worn out, but he misses you. Moreover, Jason is prepared to fuck you. Show you that he can take charge and not rut on you like a dog. Jason's one of the most disciplined people ever. Certainly the most disciplined that you've known. You're telling him that you sink onto his cock and all of a sudden, that control swandives out the window? Impossible.

No, Jason knows better this time. He's going to be gentle, obviously, but he's focused on your pleasure. He finds you in bed already but not asleep because you can't sleep until he's home, not completely.

He prowls the bed, trying to hone his instincts. Having sex with you is just like any task he has assigned. Everything narrows to this moment. All of Jason's attention is on making you come first.

You greet him softly. This is where Jason is tricked. Jason forgets what a soft voice belies. You don't even realize you're doing it. You tell him you missed him and kiss him hotly, kiss down his neck, rake your hands through his hair. You tell him what a good man he is, keeping Gotham safe, protecting you and everyone in it, and Jason is hard.

Damn. Jason had meant to keep this on his terms. Get hard from your pleasure. But you catch him off guard like this, warm and soft and free with your praise. All you have to do is spread your arms and welcome Jason in and his fat cock is pushing against the waistband of his boxers.

He shudders as you scratch the nape of his neck, nip his ear. But then Jason clears his head, fights through the thick honey of your presence. No, he has a mission. He intends to complete it.

Jason throws himself into your body instead. He knows his size is all-encompassing. You're swallowed up in his arms, caged in between his shoulders. Yes, good. Jason wants you to feel overwhelmed in the best way, the way he feels when he's with you.

You say faster, so Jason goes faster. You say slow down, so Jason slows down. You say rub my clit, so Jason rubs your clit. You pull him closer with your ankles digging into his back, so Jason steadies himself and fucks you deeper.

And then Jason forgets the lesson. Forgets what makes you so persuasive.

And when you gasp in his ear, "you're fucking me so good, angel," Jason feels his gut tighten dangerously.

"Wh-what?" he asks, hips stuttering.

You grin, eyebrows contorting in pleasure. You grab his face with both hands. Jason's brain is sending him warning signals.

"Ease up," you tell him gently, so Jason eases up. Your grin grows.

"You're such a good listener," you say. "That's why you fuck me so good, Jason."

Gut tightening. Jason wrangles his urge to empty his balls in your pussy. No, he's being good! He's a good boy, not a good dog. Good dogs can't do anything but whimper and come and come.

You scoot closer, forcing him deeper into you. Jason shudders. You wrap your arms around his neck, bring his face close to yours. Jason braces himself with his hands on either side of you.

"Yeah, you're so good." You pet his hair. "You were made to be inside of me, honey bunches."

Briefly, Jason thinks about if the roles were reversed, if it was you inside of him. He thinks you'd probably be able to hold off better than he can. This is actually fucking impossible. You're so wet, pussy a hundred fucking degrees. And when you make him slow down, Jason feels the drag of his dick against your walls, and everything in his brain turns to static.

"If you wanna come, you can come," you say sweetly. Danger, danger! You look up at him, having the gall to look innocent. There's no way you don't know what the hell you're doing.

"Wanna make you come first," Jason says, voice stronger than he feels.

You hum sympathetically. "But you're so sensitive, baby. Can feel you shaking."

Jason shakes his head, locks in. No, he's going to make you come first. He starts to fuck you in earnest, his thrusts hard enough to make you squelch against his cock.

And then you go in for the kill.

"You're so pretty," you say. Jason's eyes flutter. Your gaze turns predatory.

"Yeah, pretty and good and strong. You're my big, strong guy, aren't you? You thought about this all day, I bet. Thought about how you'd make me feel good. You don't have to think about it anymore, sweetpea. All you need to do is get hard and come inside of me."

Jason shakes his head again. No, no, he's not going to give in. He can hold it. He can be good.

"Good boy," comes your sweet voice. "Good Jason. You fuck me the best. No other guy could do it for me like you can. You'd tear open anybody who tried, wouldn't you?"

Jason nods eagerly even though his balls feel tight. Yes! Yes, he would! If you told Jason to bite, he'd only ask how hard. He'll drown his muzzle in blood for you.

"Uh-huh," you say knowingly. "I love you, Jason. I love you so much. I'm yours. And you're mine."

That does it. The last of Jason's control shoots into your cunt in hot spurts. Jason tears up out of frustration and pleasure. His mouth is open in a silent shout.

You grin and keep to yourself how easy it'll be to get knocked up off of your boyfriend's fat cock. A few sweet words and he's coming. That's when you start to believe that this is a habit, not an outlier, for your virginal boyfriend.

"Fuck," Jason says, lashes thick with tears. "Fuck, fuck. I was s'posed ta hold it."

You coo, wipe his tears with your thumbs. "It's okay, baby. I don't mind. We can practice."

Yes, you'll practice, alright. Practice how many times you can make Jason come inside of you. And if Jason's truly bent out of shape about not making you come, well, you have no issue with training him how to eat you out.

(The first time Jason makes you orgasm before himself, he gets so excited he comes.)

[rineahlight]

(AFAB reader, more subby, comes fast, eager Jason at the people's request 🤲)

IF you praise Jason while he's inside of you, he will come first.

Jason thinks that this is a design flaw. You... disagree.

You discover it by accident the second time you have sex. The first time is negligible—Jason was nervous about being intimate with you and doing a good job, and he was a big ol' virgin, so obviously when you stroked his face and told him what a good, sweet boy he is, he blew his load. Obviously.

The next time has him seeking you out after patrol. He's freshly showered and maybe a little worn out, but he misses you. Moreover, Jason is prepared to fuck you. Show you that he can take charge and not rut on you like a dog. Jason's one of the most disciplined people ever. Certainly the most disciplined that you've known. You're telling him that you sink onto his cock and all of a sudden, that control swandives out the window? Impossible.

No, Jason knows better this time. He's going to be gentle, obviously, but he's focused on your pleasure. He finds you in bed already but not asleep because you can't sleep until he's home, not completely.

He prowls the bed, trying to hone his instincts. Having sex with you is just like any task he has assigned. Everything narrows to this moment. All of Jason's attention is on making you come first.

You greet him softly. This is where Jason is tricked. Jason forgets what a soft voice belies. You don't even realize you're doing it. You tell him you missed him and kiss him hotly, kiss down his neck, rake your hands through his hair. You tell him what a good man he is, keeping Gotham safe, protecting you and everyone in it, and Jason is hard.

Damn. Jason had meant to keep this on his terms. Get hard from your pleasure. But you catch him off guard like this, warm and soft and free with your praise. All you have to do is spread your arms and welcome Jason in and his fat cock is pushing against the waistband of his boxers.

He shudders as you scratch the nape of his neck, nip his ear. But then Jason clears his head, fights through the thick honey of your presence. No, he has a mission. He intends to complete it.

Jason throws himself into your body instead. He knows his size is all-encompassing. You're swallowed up in his arms, caged in between his shoulders. Yes, good. Jason wants you to feel overwhelmed in the best way, the way he feels when he's with you.

You say faster, so Jason goes faster. You say slow down, so Jason slows down. You say rub my clit, so Jason rubs your clit. You pull him closer with your ankles digging into his back, so Jason steadies himself and fucks you deeper.

And then Jason forgets the lesson. Forgets what makes you so persuasive.

And when you gasp in his ear, "you're fucking me so good, angel," Jason feels his gut tighten dangerously.

"Wh-what?" he asks, hips stuttering.

You grin, eyebrows contorting in pleasure. You grab his face with both hands. Jason's brain is sending him warning signals.

"Ease up," you tell him gently, so Jason eases up. Your grin grows.

"You're such a good listener," you say. "That's why you fuck me so good, Jason."

Gut tightening. Jason wrangles his urge to empty his balls in your pussy. No, he's being good! He's a good boy, not a good dog. Good dogs can't do anything but whimper and come and come.

You scoot closer, forcing him deeper into you. Jason shudders. You wrap your arms around his neck, bring his face close to yours. Jason braces himself with his hands on either side of you.

"Yeah, you're so good." You pet his hair. "You were made to be inside of me, honey bunches."

Briefly, Jason thinks about if the roles were reversed, if it was you inside of him. He thinks you'd probably be able to hold off better than he can. This is actually fucking impossible. You're so wet, pussy a hundred fucking degrees. And when you make him slow down, Jason feels the drag of his dick against your walls, and everything in his brain turns to static.

"If you wanna come, you can come," you say sweetly. Danger, danger! You look up at him, having the gall to look innocent. There's no way you don't know what the hell you're doing.

"Wanna make you come first," Jason says, voice stronger than he feels.

You hum sympathetically. "But you're so sensitive, baby. Can feel you shaking."

Jason shakes his head, locks in. No, he's going to make you come first. He starts to fuck you in earnest, his thrusts hard enough to make you squelch against his cock.

And then you go in for the kill.

"You're so pretty," you say. Jason's eyes flutter. Your gaze turns predatory.

"Yeah, pretty and good and strong. You're my big, strong guy, aren't you? You thought about this all day, I bet. Thought about how you'd make me feel good. You don't have to think about it anymore, sweetpea. All you need to do is get hard and come inside of me."

Jason shakes his head again. No, no, he's not going to give in. He can hold it. He can be good.

"Good boy," comes your sweet voice. "Good Jason. You fuck me the best. No other guy could do it for me like you can. You'd tear open anybody who tried, wouldn't you?"

Jason nods eagerly even though his balls feel tight. Yes! Yes, he would! If you told Jason to bite, he'd only ask how hard. He'll drown his muzzle in blood for you.

"Uh-huh," you say knowingly. "I love you, Jason. I love you so much. I'm yours. And you're mine."

That does it. The last of Jason's control shoots into your cunt in hot spurts. Jason tears up out of frustration and pleasure. His mouth is open in a silent shout.

You grin and keep to yourself how easy it'll be to get knocked up off of your boyfriend's fat cock. A few sweet words and he's coming. That's when you start to believe that this is a habit, not an outlier, for your virginal boyfriend.

"Fuck," Jason says, lashes thick with tears. "Fuck, fuck. I was s'posed ta hold it."

You coo, wipe his tears with your thumbs. "It's okay, baby. I don't mind. We can practice."

Yes, you'll practice, alright. Practice how many times you can make Jason come inside of you. And if Jason's truly bent out of shape about not making you come, well, you have no issue with training him how to eat you out.

(The first time Jason makes you orgasm before himself, he gets so excited he comes.)

[rineahlight]

Helping The Batboys With A Nightmare HC (Batboys x Reader)

“What’s your headcanon for Batboys and their s/o when the boys have a nightmare?“

I love this! We stan fluffy batboys always! Thank you for the wonderful request love!

Please ignore any typos and stuff this is part of my morning of shorts and headcanons!

Damian Wayne

- Dami whimpers and twitches when he’s having a nightmare and it will usually wake you up

- his light snores will change into choked noises and twitching eyes like he’s panicking and look around in his dreams

- you’ve learned not to leave the bed because it really freaks him out, you’re like a security blanket to him

- you will give him a soft shake, he’ll slightly jolt awake in fear before settling on you and calming down

- he will sometimes wake up wiping away tears he doesn’t want you to see from scary memories that were trying to attack him in his sleep

- not much can comfort him, he often won’t want to talk about what the nightmare was until the morning so you’ll just hold him and whisper things like “I’m here baby” or “Dami love it’s okay!” while he traces indistinguishable patterns on your skin

- watching his breaths go from ragged and short to deep and slow tells you he’s calming down

- you always stay awake until he falls asleep, his light snores are a sign that he’s okay now and your job is done 

Tim Drake

- this boy shakes when he has a nightmare

- you’ll wake up to him huddled away from you because he doesn’t want to wake you up

- pulling him towards you, you focus on holding his shaking hands until the stop and he can take deep breaths

- It’s therapeutic for Tim to talk about his nightmares so the two of you will pour over them together, debunking ideas that Bruce is gonna kick him out or you’re gonna leave him

- Tim is scared of being left alone, so the majority of his nightmares involve his family and loved ones letting go of him and you’ve gotten great at reminding Tim of how much his family and you love him.

- peppering his face with kisses to show how much you love him

- Tim doesn’t like to fall back asleep so you’ve made a habit of getting up before the sun and making a crazy awesome spread of breakfast foods with Tim at like 3am to wipe away the nightmare

- nothing is a better nightmare killer than dancing around the kitchen early in the morning, slightly covered in a layer of flour making out with your best friend

Jason Todd

- Jason’s nightmares are graphic and horrific, they often end with him jolting up screaming or panting

- you’ll spring up with him and immediately know what’s wrong

- you’ll go to grab him a glass of water while he steadies himself

- holding his hand giant hand with both of yours while he takes small sips of water

- to take his mind off the nightmare you’ll make horrible jokes that make him cringe

- “hey hey hey Jay who does a penguin build it’s house? Igloos it together HAAHAHAH” 

- he genuinely gets second hand embarrassment for how bad your jokes are but they always put a small smile on his face 

- usually you’ll get him to go back to bed, he’ll wrap his arms around you and hold you a little tighter than usual to remind himself that you’re alive and well

- the morning after he’s always super sweet to you, making sure to thank you even though you tell him it’s nothing

- “hey babe- it means a lot to me that you’ll comfort me. Thank you” he’s so wholesome and loving after a nightmare but after a few hours he’ll revert back to his usual self

- “why don’t you ever comfort me with sex? I think I read that it’s supposed to be really healing or something” “Jay we both know you didn’t read shit”

Dick Grayson

- Dick’s nightmares are rare so he’ll usually shake you awake

- his eyes will meet yours and you just know something is wrong

- you’ll cuddle him and ask him what happened

- his normally strong and confident voice will be shaky and confused, the nightmare having stripped him of his confident glow

- coaxing the fear away from him and reminding him that it’s just a dream

- it always helps him to talk about it because once he says what happened out loud he’ll know that it was just a dream and can’t happen in real life

- the conversation will develop and grow until you’ve stayed up all night talking and learned more about Dick and yourself 

- when the sun starts to rise you both will try to fall asleep and catch a few hours of sleep before you have to get up 

- Dick is always super affectionate and thankful, sometimes he’ll bring you flowers that night as a little thanks for the undying love

[rineahlight]

let me shatter into you

— aka jason knows better than to let anyone get away with hurting you

———

your eyes trace the brown-yellow bruise forming on your wrist, the consequence of some asshole on the street too drunk to remember it isn’t polite to grab pretty girls. you would’ve let it go, really, it’s gotham, this kind of thing happens. unfortunately for the poor bastard, he had the misfortune of forgetting his sense in front of jason todd.

you try to hide the bruise before your boyfriend can see it, sliding the tarnished patch of skin under the sleeve of your jacket with haste— but he catches it anyways. of course he does. you can faintly see shocks of green lightning crackling in his ocean blue eyes, a precursor to the white hot rage stemming from his chest to the rest of his body.

you gently squeeze his arm, noting how tense the muscles in his bicep are. you know jason. you know he loves you differently— like you’re something fragile. he worships you, taking care of you like you’re a marble statue and he’s terrified of finding cracks. so something as small as a bruise, no matter how tiny or how minor, it makes him lose control.

he gently removes your hand from his arm, pressing a chaste kiss against your bruise. “why don’t you go back to that café, yeah? i’ll join you in a minute.” he says, looking down at you with a soft smile. if you didn’t know him any better, you’d think he’d completely gotten over the situation, happy as a clam.

but you do know him, and you know that the way his shoulders are tensed and his free hand is fisted in the pocket of his jacket means that he’s enraged.

“jay—“

he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, giving you a gentle smile. “please, baby. i don’t want you to see this.”

you should stop it. you should try. but he’s looking at you like that and your morals suddenly become incredibly loose. you hesitate, remembering the waves of repulsion you felt moments ago when that idiot bastard yanked you towards him. “just… don’t hurt him bad.”

jason nods, turning you around and guiding you forward, watching until you turn towards the cafe before he focuses his attention on the man, who is still too piss drunk to comprehend how badly he had fucked up. you hear jason before the door fully closes behind you, an echo of “so you think that’s how you should treat a woman?”

he’s terrifying. that drunk idiot must be terrified.

and he’s yours. scary dog privileges and all that. it makes you feel warm, safe, loved, protected— you’re irrevocably in love with that. with him.

he comes back in a few minutes, maybe fifteen? the wait stretched on for hours in your mind. his knuckles are bloody, but none of it is his. he cleans up in the bathroom before sliding next to you on the cushioned side of your half-booth, wrapping an arm and your shoulder, breathing you in like a man starved.

“he’s fine.” he says quietly, so only you can hear it. “just made sure he learned to keep his hands to himself.”

you close your eyes, leaning into him, into his warmth. you don’t say anything— you don’t have to, the way you bury yourself against him is admission enough. his arms wrap around you and the bruise fades back into your skin. your heart beats with more love than you thought it capable of producing, your chest swelling like it’s about to burst.

you press a gentle kiss against his chest and everything makes sense again.

———

it’s always when i say i’m not gonna write that inspiration strikes

[rineahlight]

in your hands | jason todd

Summary: Jason thinks he's too big to be loved. You show him that that's impossible.

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings/tags: bathing together, sad jason, brief dissociation, i hc jason to have body dysmorphia and i wanted to explore that, non sexual nudity, washing your partner, bruce angst, hopeful ending.

A/N: as always, if you like this fic, tell me through comments and reblogs :)

the divider

Tonight, Jason comes home far away.

You clock it as soon as he walks in. He’s moving on autopilot: boots by the door, helmet on the shelf, gear in the closet. He washes his hands, hangs up his jacket, and then he stands at the doorway. And waits. 

You’re never quite sure what he’s waiting for. But you know that he’ll stay stuck in his head if you don’t step in. 

“Hey, baby,” you say, cupping his cheeks. “Hey. You wanna eat or clean up first?”

The change is instant. As soon as you touch him, Jason is there. You’ve never mentioned it to him. It frightens you too much to explore, knowing that you’re his tether. You don’t want to think about what that means, having the power to anchor a man who used to be dead.

He looks at you, meets your gaze head-on.

“Did I disappear?” he whispers.

“Little bit. It’s okay.”

You keep stroking his cheeks, avoiding his shaving cuts and the freshly split lip. There’s a bruise around his eye and on his temple. 

“Wanna wash up,” he finally says, but his hands cling to your waist. 

You pet the back of his neck. “Want me to go with you?” 

“Please?” He glances at the kitchen. “But if you’re in the middle ‘f something, then—”

“No, Jay. C’mon.”

You take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom. Jason undresses while you draw a bath. Soon the bathroom starts to fog up with steam. You pour in some Epsom salts for his muscle aches—you know he should soak more than he does. 

You turn off the faucet. Jason is in his boxers, staring at himself in the mirror. He picks at his autopsy scar, presses the puckered white flesh until it turns red. 

“Jay,” you say gently. “C’mere, honey.”

His hands drop to his sides. Jason goes to the bath, pulls off his underwear, and sinks into the water. It’s a generously-sized tub. Jason had gotten his old tub replaced for a larger one after you’d mentioned that you liked baths. Soon enough, you’d introduced him to the wonders of hot baths for his sore muscles. 

Even with its size, Jason still has to bend his knees slightly to fit. He pushes himself up easily. A little water sloshes over and dampens the edge of your shirt. Jason curses.

“Sorry,” he says, shaking his head. 

“It’s okay, honey. You want me to come in?”

He nods. You pull off your shirt, then your pants and underwear. Jason folds in on himself to make room, but you stop him.

“I’ll just sit between your legs, Jay. No problem.”

You step into the bath. Jason holds your wrist so you can sit down without slipping. He stares at his hand on your arm after you’ve sat. 

You reach over for a washcloth and pour a lightly-scented soap. You lather it up first, then rub it over his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Jason is perfectly still. 

“Can you lean over, baby? So I can get your back.”

Jason obediently leans over. You smile at him as he holds himself up with his core. You know Jason’s not just strong, that he’s agile too. He’s very good at wielding his body.

You wash his back. This close, you can see the contours of his muscles, how broad he is. 

When you’re done, you wring the soap out of the cloth and cup water in your palms to rinse the suds off of his skin. You catch his gaze in the mirror across the tub. Jason turns his head.

“God, look at me. How are you not afraid every time I come stompin’ around?”

You stop pouring water and rest your hands on Jason’s biceps. “What do you mean?”

He scoffs. “I’m like a huge, fuckin’... monster. Too big, too loud. I’m—” He swallows, bows his head. “How can you look at me?”

“Jay, honey. You’re not a monster.”

“Bruce thinks so,” he whispers, and straightens. “He can barely look at me. Every time he does, ‘s like he doesn’t even recognize me.”

His hand quietly swishes through the water to claw at his autopsy scar. 

“This is all I am. Just violence. ‘M too big for anything else.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and pull his head into your chest. Jason hugs you back. His shoulders begin to shake. 

“You’re more than your body,” you say. “You’re more than what the Pit made you. What you were.”

He shakes and cries into your neck. “I was small. People loved me when I was small.”

You pick up his head. Jason’s eyes are thick with tears. You lean in and kiss his Cupid’s bow.

“I love you.” You brush away his tears with your lips. “I love you so much, Jay. That’ll never change.”

“Too big for it,” he rasps.

You shake your head. “No, Jaybird. You’re never too big to be loved.”

“I’m s-scary.”

You kiss his temple, rub between his shoulder blades. Jason clings tighter.

“You don’t scare me. You never have.”

He pulls you closer, so you’re chest-to-chest. You straddle his stomach with your legs and hug Jason as tightly as you can. 

“I was good when I was small,” he says. “I don’t–I don’t know how to be good anymore. I wanna be good, I do. I don’t want Bruce to think I’m bad. I’m still good.”

You take a deep, shuddering breath. “Oh, Jay. Baby. You are good. You came back to make a change. You’ve always been good. You’ve got a good heart. Nothing’s going to change that. Bruce is stubborn and stuck in his head. But you’ll always be his son. And you’ll always have people who love you.”

“What if I’m not worth it?” he whispers. “What if I’m too lost?”

“Then I’ll go out and find you. And we’ll come home together,” you say. “You’ll always find your way back home.”

He smells like soap and Epsom salts. You kiss his autopsy scar. Jason shakes more. 

“Let me wash your hair, baby,” you say.

He nods, tears on his lashes. You wet his hair and pour shampoo. You rest your lips on his cheek as you lather the shampoo, detangling tiny knots with your fingers. Jason bends at the waist so you can rinse off the soap with the faucet.

You tap his hip and Jason sits up. He slips his arms around you again and tucks his chin into your neck.

“Don’t let go,” he says, suddenly desperate. “Don’t–don’t let me go.”

“I won’t, Jay. I’m right here.”

[rineahlight]

Hi! If it's not too much trouble, can i ask for sfw and nsfw erwin headcanons? Him with a seemingly intimidating s/o who always seems very stoic and quiet and is kinda taller than other girls around her, so everyone is very cautious with her, but he hears her talk one time and her voice is very tiny and she is very soft spoken and nice. Im sorry if thats very long 😅 but you're one of the few blogs who writes for erwin and i love it! Thank you for your hard work ❤

ahh! i love the Erwin love :), thank you for requesting! thank you for your kind words as well <3. i hope you enjoy! :)

Erwin SFW/NSFW headcanons

Warnings: NSFW

Erwin Smith:

- so Erwin dating his girlfriend would be very cute! especially since the two get along so well.

- this man has a lot on his plate and love wasn't the many things on his mind.

- until he met his girlfriend, that changed everything.

- Erwin is a HUGE cuddler, he loves to hold his girlfriend in his arms at night. he loves her warmth.

- his girlfriend is different from everyone else, she's more quiet and stoic compared to the other females Erwin has seen.

- but she's so sweet and kind Erwin loves her so much 🥺.

- he would buy her gifts a lot, he spoils 100%

- kisses? yes all the time.

- pda is something Erwin is strict about, he feels like it's unprofessional to do that stuff in front of others.

- Erwin is very very busy, so his girlfriend has to deal with some lonely nights.

- he usually makes up for it.

- calls her "beautiful" or "my love"

- he'll hold her hand and kiss it a lot, he's such a GENTLEMEN.

- Erwin fears a lot that he'll die leaving her by herself to grieve, it's something he gets really sad about :(.

- she assures him that she loves him and that would never happen.

- LET'S GET TO THE NSFW SHALL WE?

- Erwin is always a dominant, he'll never be a submissive.

- his groans are so sexy, especially when he's getting sucked off.

- he's a FREAK

- his favorite positions are missionary and doggy-style, he loves to be on top no matter what.

- will overstimulate the fuck out of his girlfriend.

- sex with Erwin does happen often since he's stressed and always needing to relax.

- if he's tired sex will be slow and sensual, but if he has energy he will rearrange your guts.

- KING AT EATING YOU OUT HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING.

- he won't stop until you've cum all over his face.

- Erwin will spank you 100%

- "let me hear that pretty voice of yours.."

- his dirty talk is so hot, he will get you hot and bothered very fast.

- he loves when you moan his name or call him Commander in bed, it sets him off.

- Erwin has a breeding kink for sure, so he will always cum inside of you.

- he thinks of sex as an intimate and romantic moment, so expect him to be very loving after sex.

- oof this was hot

[rineahlight]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫

⤷ More of a WhatIf! situation...Requests are open, thank you for reading!🌷⋆.˚

a/n: this is too cute, thank you to anon who requested it!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

๋࣭⭑ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・Balerion the Black Dread is the most feared dragon in history, a creature of shadow and fire, destruction and legend.

・And yet, to his rider, he is not just a beast of war; he is a protector, a guardian, and the closest thing to a living god.

・Balerion is shockingly gentle.

・His rider is a speck of dust compared to his size

・If the child is scared or nervous, he’ll release deep, rumbling noises to calm them.

・His presence is felt rather than seen, a vast shadow always looming just beyond the horizon.

・If his rider whispers secrets to him, he listens, unblinking, as if understanding far more than any human could.

・Big Bad Balerion lets his rider climb onto his back, even when he does not take to the skies, walking through the land like a silent, unstoppable force.

・His rider sees what no one else does/what no one else can; the lands beyond the horizon, people below as ants, as meaningless...their lives so far away. His rider sees the world through a dragon’s eyes.

・He allows no one but them to touch his face, closing his great eyes when their small hands trace the scars time has left upon him.

・Balerion knows the sound of his rider's voice among thousands; even in a crowded battlefield, even in a storm.

・He will wait forever for them if he must.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Titan & The Tiny One

The Shadow That Follows

The Living Fortress

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・The bond was created because the little one had too much bravery. When they first met her, everyone warned them to stay back; after all, Meraxes was one of the greatest dragons in the world.

・But when the child approached, small and fearless, Meraxes simply lowered her enormous head and sniffed at them curiously.

・Placing their tiny hands against her shimmering silver scales, Meraxes was not angry in the slightest. She relished in the moment. A touch that felt profound. So, from that moment on, that little fierce child belonged to her.

・The bond with Meraxes is unbreakable, an odd but beautiful connection between a mighty dragon and a child who sees her not as a beast, but as family.

・Always watching, always protective. Knows who is around her rider and what their connection is to them

・No words are needed. She understands her rider, and her rider understand her.

・Does not refrain from showing respect because her rider is younger.

・She checks on her rider constantly; sniffing, nudging, and even wrapping her tail around them when they sleep so they don’t wander off.

・When they're upset, Meraxes rests her giant head beside them, letting the child lean against her as her slow breathing calms them down. ・If her rider ever cries, she licks at their face or nudges them softly, her way of trying to fix what’s wrong.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

My Baby Now

Loyal to the End

The Fierce Guardian with a Soft Spot

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑 ✶⋆.˚

・Vhagar has seen many things; countless wars, her own rider's deaths, kings rise and fall, and the passage of time itself. She is a creature of war and legend, she is not easily impressed, nor does she bend to anyone’s will.

・At first, she ignores them completely, pretending she didn’t hear their commands.

・But when the child reaches out a small hand, fearless and steady, Vhagar huffs, the warm gust ruffling their hair as they press their palm against her ancient scales.

・Vhagar does not coddle, but she watches. Always.

・The old girl keeps her distance at times, but she is never truly far, her looming shadow a constant presence.

・If anyone so much as raises their voice at her rider, her growl alone is enough to silence them.

・There is communication between Vhagar and her rider. She does not need words; just a flick of her tail, a deep exhale, a narrowed eye says everything.

・Flying Above the Storms – She takes her rider so high that the world disappears, the sky stretching endless and free. The storm rages on below, but neither notice.

・She snorts in amusement when her rider dares to stand tall, to challenge her with their stubborn little spirit. Sometimes she humours them; most times she does not.

・Whenever her rider falls asleep against her, their tiny form barely noticeable against her massive body, yet she stays perfectly still for hours.

・Vhagar has seen it all, but her rider reminds her that there is still wonder in the world, still reasons to fly.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Ancient Guardian & The Tiny Warrior

Terror to the World, Gentle to One

The Old Warrior & The Young Dreamer

๋࣭⭑ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐅𝐘𝐑𝐄 ✶⋆.˚

・Dreamfyre is curious and regal, her head tilting as she studies her tiny would-be rider.

・She does not simply accept anyone. And yet, when her rider reaches out with such quiet trust, Dreamfyre leans forward, allowing their hand to press against her cool, sky-colored scales.

・The second she breathes in their scent, the bond is sealed. Her rider is hers now, and always will be.

・"A baby!!!" She'd croon, ruffling her rider's hair with her breath.

・For many of these dragons, it is when they inhale a person's scent which makes them decide yes or no.

・Dreamfyre is deeply expressive—she chuffs softly when her rider is near, her way of saying "I see you. I know you."

・Very graceful in the air, always making sure her rider feels safe.

・She lets her rider play with her scales, allowing them to trace tiny patterns with their fingers.

・She nuzzles them softly when they wake up, a warm "good morning" before stretching her massive wings.

・She loves when her rider sings or hums, Dreamfyre joins in - tilting her head and releasing soft, accompanying rumbles.

・The blue dragon recognises her rider’s voice instantly, no matter where they are, and will always come when called.

・To the world, Dreamfyre is a legendary streak of blue across the sky. Yet, to her rider, she is theirs; their friend, their protector, family ... and a piece of the heavenss themselves.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Wings of Comfort, Fire of Fury

The Living Fairytale

A Love That Soars

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 ✶⋆.˚

・"A.....CHILD?!"

・When his rider first approaches, he snorts, releasing a deep breath that stirs the air like a storm.

・But when the child steps forward without fear, he is impressed...as the young one reaches out with a steady hand, Vermithor lets out a low, rumbling growl. Testing to see what they do.

・With determination, the child looks old mountain in the eye. And as their hand touches Vermithor's snout, the bond snaps in place.

・Now the pair do staring contests all the time.

・It's Vermithor who loses mostly.

・Vermithor is colossal, his roars shake the ground, yet with his rider, he rumbles softly, lowering himself carefully so they can climb atop his back.

・He keeps a steady distance, watching from afar, yet the second his rider needs him, he is there in an instant.

・Vermithor does not (sometimes) start fights, but he will end them—and if anyone dares harm his rider, they will not survive his wrath.

・The Bronze Fury is BIG on naps and is more than happy to share them with his tiny human.

・He allows his rider to curl up on his wing, against his chest or even his neck. He will not move until his rider wakes.

・Sometimes he wraps the very tip of his tail around them, a subtle, instinctual way of keeping them close and protected.

・Though he is slow-moving and ancient, he does have a playful side.

・If his rider hugs him, he freezes at first, as if unsure what to do. Then, he very carefully leans into it, letting out a little tiny whine.

・His little rider tells him jokes they make up, and they make absolutely no sense but Vermithor gives a huff just so his rider thinks he's funny.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Ancient Titan & The Tiny Flame

A Bond of Trust, Not Submission

I Would Burn the World for You

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✶⋆.˚

・In her mind she's thinking, 'this is my baby, I'm gonna protect my baby no matter WHAT.'

・She’s the perfect dragon for a child because she loves company and comfort.

・The bonding happened so easily and without fuss. However, the rider did disappear from the family to go and bond with a dragon...

・When the young one reached out, there was no hesitation. Silverwing bent forward, allowing them to touch her.

・In the moment, she had let out a soft, deep hum. A sound of approval. She was riderless no more.

・Silverwing often nuzzles her rider’s hair, careful and slow, as if reassuring herself that they are safe. It also combines their scents. Letting everyone know that 1. Silverwing is bonded and 2. Her rider has the protection of a dragon.

・Very affectionate, lowering her head so her rider can press their forehead against hers.

・When her rider is sad or scared, she wraps her tail loosely around them, pulling them close like a mother comforting a hatchling.

・Honestly, if she could sing, she would. Like a little lullaby, but all she could make is a light hum.

・Loves to play! Whenever her rider feels energetic, she'll flap her wings just enough to create gusts of wind to make them laugh.

・If they’re nervous about flying, she nuzzles them gently, reassuring them before taking off.

・Unlike some dragons, Silverwing genuinely enjoys floating on a lake, allowing her rider to sit on her belly as she drifts peacefully.

・Silverwing is quiet but deeply attentive, her large eyes fixed on her rider as they chatter about their thoughts, dreams, or stories.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Moon & The Tide

Peaceful, But Deadly

The Guardian & The Dreamer

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・Meleys is a proud dragon, but once she accepts someone as hers, she is devoted to them for life.

・Meleys is not easily impressed and does not accept riders without testing them first.

・If the child approaches with confidence, she does not move, however, if they show hesitation, she huffs and flicks her tail, testing their courage.

・When the young one touches Meleys' snout, and looks her in the eye; the dragon knows and the bond is formed.

・She huffs dramatically when they take too long to get ready for a flight, as if saying, "Hurry up, little one, we have places to be!"

・Meleys is strong-willed and does not take orders lightly, yet for her rider, she listens not out of submission, but out of deep affection.

・If her rider laughs, she lets out a high-pitched, chuffing sound, almost like a dragon’s version of a giggle.

・Meleys is dramatic in the most regal way possible—she will huff, flick her tail, or turn her head away if she feels ignored.

・She loves having her scales brushed, especially if her rider does it while talking to her.

・When she is flying at full speed, she lets out excited, high-pitched chirps, as if celebrating her own agility.

・If she sees another dragon being affectionate with their rider, she immediately nudges her own, as if to remind them who the best dragon is.

・Despite her fearsome reputation, Meleys has a surprising fondness for tiny creatures.

・If a small animal tries to hide under her wing, she freezes completely and allows it, looking down at her rider as if to say, "Well, what do I do now?"

・Meleys enjoys wandering and flying freely, but no matter how far she goes, she always comes back to her rider.

・

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Queen & Her Little Shadow

A Bond of Speed & Freedom

Fire & Beauty

๋࣭⭑ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・Caraxes is not easily impressed, and at first, he snarls and flares his wings

・But instead of running away, his rider stands firm, reaching out with small but steady hands.

・He narrows his great golden eyes, lowers his head, and nudges them experimentally—just enough to see if they will flinch.

・When they don’t, he lets out a sharp, approving huff, allowing them to touch his deep red scales.

・He is loud but loving, intense yet deeply affectionate, and fiercely protective of the small human he has claimed as his own.

・He has fought countless battles, but this tiny human? He would burn the world down for them.

・And loves it when he can hear the little one yell, "FASTER FASTER FASTER!"

・If someone makes his rider cry, he reacts immediately, nostrils flaring as he lowers his head to glare at the offender.

・He loves rubbing the top of his snout against his rider’s hands, chest, or face, the dragon equivalent of a cat headbutting their favorite person.

・Birds love landing on his horns, and while he acts indifferent, he never shakes them off.

・Influences his rider to become more aggressive when they're being bullied

・Caraxes lets his rider climb onto his back in ridiculous (and stupid) ways, even if they struggle and take forever. He allows them to be ... a kid.

・He loves when they scratch his jaw or the base of his horns—he rumbles so deeply that it shakes the ground.

・If his rider ever gets lost, he lets out a high, piercing roar, calling for them until they return.

・Caraxes is extremely vocal—his rider quickly learns the difference between his huffs, growls, whines, and deep rumbles.

・He loves being spoken to—his rider can talk for hours, and he will tilt his head, blinking slowly, as if truly listening.

・He is grumpy if they don’t say good morning to him first.

・If they try to be sneaky and leave without him noticing, he immediately catches them, blocking their path with his tail.

・If they’re sitting on the ground, he rests his massive head beside them, staring with his sharp golden eyes as if expecting them to entertain him.

・A very, VERY jealous being. Caraxes does not like when his rider spends too much time with other dragons.

・If another dragon roars at his rider? Immediate retaliation. No one gets to intimidate his human.

・When his rider sighs in frustration, he mimics them with an exaggerated snort. When the rider notices and folds their arms, Caraxes pretends like he didn't do a thing.

・He hates waiting—if he is kept waiting too long, he lets out small puffs of flame, just enough to be dramatic.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Loud, Chaotic, and Full of Love

The Fierce Warrior & The Tiny Braveheart

The Overprotective Guardian

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐗 ✶⋆.˚

・Syrax is highly selective of who she allows near her, yet when she first meets her rider, there is no hesitation.

・Syrax treats her rider like one of her own hatchlings, keeping them close, shielding them with her wings, and always making sure they are safe.

・This also means, they'll be able to grow up together. Since Syrax isn't very old herself.

・She is exceptionally careful around her rider, moving slowly, making sure her wings do not knock them over.

・Syrax rumbles softly whenever her rider touches her, it is a deep soothing sound that makes the ground vibrate and her rider giggle.

・She often presses her forehead against them, a sign of deep trust and affection.

・Syrax moves with grace and fluidity, twirling through the clouds in ways that make her rider laugh with joy.

・Loves when her rider runs up to her with open arms

・"We're going for a ride Syrax!" And the yellow dragon would let out a little noise in celebration

・Syrax loves spending time with her rider because she loves listening to court gossip

・And everytime she sees her rider there's a new present for her

・Sunbathing together! Syrax adores basking in the sun, and she always makes room for her rider to lie beside her on her massive wing.

・She is always listening for their voice; no matter where they are, she will hear them call her name.

・Unlike her more aggressive kin, Syrax worries about her rider. She checks on them constantly, making sure they are safe, fed, and warm.

・When waiting for food, she taps her claws rhythmically against the ground, the dragon equivalent of impatiently tapping fingers on a table.

・Syrax is not just a beast of war; she is a queen of the skies, a guardian, a mother at heart. And for her rider, she is all these things at once.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Golden Guardian

No One Touches the Little One

The Dragon Who Cares Too Much

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 ✶⋆.˚

・Beautiful Seasmoke is graceful, swift, and playful, one of the most agile and intelligent dragons of his time.

・While he is skilled in war, he is also gentler than many of his kin, making him a perfect match for a young, adventurous rider.

・He is as mischievous as he is protective, nudging his rider toward fun but always watching carefully to keep them safe.

・Which brings me to the ultimate headcanon: Big Brother energy

・"Seasmoke, today I learnt more words in High Valyrian!"

"Hell yeah you did lil dude!" (Comes out as a roar, obviously)

・Huffs warm air over them in the morning, a gentle wake-up call that is more effective than any alarm clock.

・Seasmoke is naturally curious, and the first time he sees his rider, he doesn’t roar or threaten—he watches, head tilted in intrigue.

・Seasmoke is extremely touchy for a dragon, constantly nudging, headbutting, and wrapping his tail around his rider. Especially shows this when he's around people he doesn't like, when he's bored and wants to go for a fly etc.

・He loves flipping his wings suddenly while his rider walks nearby just to send a gust of wind their way and make them laugh.

・If his rider ever trips or falls, he immediately lowers his snout, nudging them gently as if saying, "Up, little one."

・Seasmoke chitters and warbles a lot, making soft sounds of excitement whenever he sees his rider (that's a lie, sometimes he screeches in happiness)

・He’s an expert at blending into fog, and sometimes, he plays a game where he vanishes into the mist, only to reappear behind his rider with a playful growl (this TERRIFIES onlookers)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Free Spirit & Their Loyal Dragon

The Playful Protector

Two Halves of One Soul

๋࣭⭑ 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・Drogon is fierce, untamed, and utterly relentless. A creature born of fire and destruction, feared across the world.

・But to his rider, he is something different.

・His bond with them is absolute, forged in trust, protectiveness, and something almost possessive.

・'This I Will Defend' mentality.

・His protective instincts go into overdrive once the bond is in place

・Both are chaotic and want to set fire to everything. The rider has to be given a talk by their parents that they cannot do that.

・He is not just a guardian—he is a shadow over their shoulder, a fire in the dark, a force of nature that bends to no one but them.

・To the world, Drogon is death with wings, but for his rider, he lowers his massive head so they can pat his snout with tiny hands.

・He allows no one to touch or speak harshly to his rider without a deep, warning growl vibrating through his chest.

・This lets his rider get away with a lot of things aka saying the word 'no' can only be done if Drogon is not within ear-reach

・Drogon drops food at their feet, as if expecting them to eat like him. He doesn’t understand why humans insist on cooking things first.

・Drogon has no concept of personal space, and his rider is always warm whether they like it or not.

・Drogon loves to sprawl in the sun, wings half-open, scales shimmering in the light. It always makes his rider laugh, as he rolls around on his back like a big ol' pup

・If anyone tries to disturb nap time, Drogon lifts his wing slightly and growls just enough to scare them off.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Fire and Fury for the One I Love

The Monster and Their Tiny Human

You Are Mine, and I Am Yours

๋࣭⭑ 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 ✶⋆.˚

・"Umm, what do I do with it?"

・Rhaegal is thinking his rider is a meek thing but as soon as they are face to face, Rhaegal is given orders.

・Quickly becomes proud of his rider, letting them take control and learn on their own.

・He only steps in when he thinks they need help (he knows they will never ask for help)

・Rhaegal is not a dragon who takes orders easily, but if his rider asks him to do something, he obeys without hesitation.

・If his little child rider ever wanders off, he follows at a distance, making sure they're safe without hovering too much. He guides them carefully, using his tail or wing to steer them away from danger.

・When his little rider is asleep against his side, Rhaegal wraps a wing around them, keeping them warm and protected.

・Rhaegal LOVES cool rivers and lakes, and sometimes he lets his rider splash him playfully while he watches with amusement.

・Rhaegal likes to 'hunt' gifts for his rider. So he'll bring them shiny rocks, feathers, or small bones, dropping them proudly at their feet.

・To him, the rider is his hatchling, his most precious treasure, and nothing in the world will ever harm them as long as he lives.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

The Only One He Listens To

The Quiet Guardian

A Bond That Needs No Words

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・Oh my beloved Viserion.

・You just know that the bond would be so precious and delicate.

・He could crush his rider in an instant, yet he lowers his head so the little one can pat his snout or curl up against his warm scales.

・Vissy would definitely be upset that he couldn't sleep in his rider's room. And vice versa.

・The pale dragon loves when his rider gives him affection. Pets are good, Scratches are better.

・If he were small, he'd spend all day wrapped around his rider's neck. Sometimes he'd sleep, most of the time he'd be content just to be close to his little friend.

・When flying, Viserion is always conscientious of his rider. He doesn't want to hurt them in any way.

・If someone even raises their voice at the little rider? Viserion growls low, golden eyes locked onto the offender until they back away.

・He often circles around his rider, keeping his tail close like a barrier. No one gets near without his approval.

・The moment he senses they might be cold, he instinctively wraps his body around them, sharing his warmth like a living furnace.

・Although Viserion cannot pur, he does it in his dragon version; rumbling in a deep, soothing way

・If his rider is ever upset? He nudges them gently with his snout, blowing warm air over them in a silent gesture of comfort.

・The child rides him before anyone else does. No saddle, no commands; just pure trust.

・He’s extremely playful; flicking snow at his rider with his tail, letting them ‘chase’ him in a game of tag, always careful never to move too fast.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Gentle Giant x Tiny Companion

You’re My Hatchling Now

The Only One Who Understands Him

𝒈𝒊𝒇/𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕:

@drogonthered

@ariesfusion

@daenerys-stormborn

@onyxstorms

YokSArt on ig

Tuğce Karaburçak

irises.art on ig

eiobya on ig

@eiralune on X

[rineahlight]

how about a petit reader like 1.53 or 5'0 (size difference) with keegan, ghost or konig?

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ❝ HI, SHORT STUFF. ❞

… in which you’re (much) shorter than they are.

FEATURING: simon “ghost” riley, könig (does he have a last name or anything???) & keegan p russ.

WARNINGS: suggestive per usual. daily dose of shameless keegan hornyposting

NOTE/S: as a relatively small girlie myself (5’5, so not as short but still not tall) this one makes me giggle. tee hee tall babies tall babies

★ SIMON “GHOST” RILEY.

✦ — He’s six foot four. Add on whatever height those boots give him, and he’s got a good foot and a half on you. It makes him even more intimidating in the beginning, because he’s just…a big guy. He’s loud and kind of scary and he’s just a fucking tank of a guy, all flat muscle and ridiculous height.

✦ — Once you two are…acquainted, physically…he sort of uses his size to his advantage. Not necessarily sexually. He’s quick to act as a human shield if anything is thrown your way. His first instinct when you two are in a crowded room is to shadow you, which is totally fine, but he’s enormous and so you can just sort of always see the edge of his silhouette in the tops of your peripherals.

✦ — You’re so much smaller than him, and beyond his usual hurt-my-troops-you-hurt-me demeanor, now you two are involved — and you’re so much smaller than him, and you’re so…little. You’re so little and it’s not that he thinks you’re weak but you’re so much smaller than him and most of the other people on the base. So when he sort of fights your battles for you, frets over you doing certain tasks on the field, et cetera, it’s not because he thinks you’re weak or incapable. He’s just…you’re so fucking short compared to everyone else. And he likes you. And you like him. And so he’s going to watch out for you even when it’s sort of pointless.

✦ — His public demeanor towards your size might be mildly annoying at times, but behind closed doors it’s a bit…different. Bringing up how overly protective he is of you results in a minor argument — when he finally lets slip that it’s partly because you’re so much fucking shorter than he is, you’re quick to argue that you’re just as capable as he is. You’re just as capable as anyone else on the base is.

✦ — He wants you to understand that he’s not coming from a place of total insanity. Most of the people on the base are guys, and they’re also usually over six foot. You’re a foot and then some shorter than almost everyone on the base. Physically, you’re at a disadvantage — and he proves that by picking you up under both arms and just…holding you there. He wants to show you that maybe he has a good reason to be “overly careful” with you. He cares about you, and you’re at such an obvious imbalance in a high-stress, rough working field.

✦ — Oopsie. Difference in size…mm. Mm. Suddenly, it seems less annoying and more arousing.

✦ — You stop complaining after you’re thrown back-first onto Ghost’s bed and the guy fucking blots out the ceiling because his shoulders are so broad and he’s tall enough to literally swallow you under his shape.

✦ — At some point, you stop complaining about Ghost being so physically overprotective of you. Actually, when there’s a crowd attending a debriefing, one of the soldiers swears that when Price mentions heavy artillery and Ghost sort of stances up behind you, a close shadow clearly unhappy with the idea of you manning the big guns, you reach back and pull his arm around your waist. Oh, and you seem to zone out looking at the way his hand is so much bigger under yours. That too.

★ KÖNIG WHATEVER THE FUCK HIS SURNAME IS.

✦ — Six foot ten. Six foot fucking ten. What the fuck? Why is he so tall? That’s almost seven feet. What the fuck? What the fuck?

✦ — He knows he’s tall. Obviously. He’s the kind of person to bully people with his height; if he’s involved in a heated argument, he’s no stranger to standing upright (he usually slouches) and sorry, but a seven-foot-tall man wearing an executioner’s mask, staring down at you from his colossal fucking height? You’re toast. Whoever he’s arguing with generally excuses themselves because dude, what the fuck? What the fuck. Hell no.

✦ — Keeping in mind that a lot of his men (and women) are on the taller side, you waltzing in at five feet tall almost makes him laugh. Because like, you’re short to everyone else, but everyone else is short to him. So you’re fucking tiny. He keeps calling you ameise, which you later learns means “ant”. He’s calling you an ant.

✦ — You’re a good soldier. In good fun, he’ll compare other soldiers to you; he’ll tell them that they’re being outshone by “eine kleine ameise”, which sort of pisses you off but you do remember that it’s a joke. Sort of. You are very short and you are outdoing other soldiers.

✦ — If/when you two get in a relationship, he’s keen to use his height against you. You go to find him in his office? He’ll stand up just so he can talk to you from two feet over your head. He’s leading a debriefing? He’ll make a point out of having you stand near him so that every time he straightens up, you have to deal with how fucking huge he is.

✦ — With his jests at your height, you often try to return the jokes. Every time he comes through a doorway, you rush over and ask if he needs ice for his forehead. Because, you know, he’s hitting his head constantly. Every time he’s on the field with you and you have to get in any sort of vehicle, you tell him that he’ll have to skip out on the ride because he’s too fucking tall to comfortably fit in the thing and putting him on the roof would make you guys an enormous target.

✦ — Your jokes sort of die down though when you’re pushed up against the wall, toes brushing the floor and breath shuddering. He’s got both forearms pinning your shoulders down and he’s pistoning his hips unfairly hard up into you and he’s sort of breathlessly laughing a wheezy cackle in your ear. “Why so quiet, meine kleine ameise? No words?”

★ KEEGAN P RUSS. THATS MY LAST NAME TOO BTW

✦ — He’s six foot one. So his height difference to you isn’t as excessive as the other two seen above, but…

✦ — He’s the most irritating about it. Probably. Because you’ll think everything is fine — he won’t think of you as any less, and he’s fully confident in your capabilities, et cetera — but the minute he gets you alone, the short jokes start. Is it chilly down there? Do you find the stairs too steep? A new truck came in this afternoon, but…well, it’s a little lifted, so you won’t be driving it. You’d only be able to get in with a step-stool — no way you’d be able to reach the pedals!

✦ — He’s insufferable. He’s fucking insufferable. It’s like you’ve opened up a Pandora’s Box of stupid fucking jokes that Keegan finds ridiculous. This shit gets genuine laughs from him. Maybe it’s the jokes or maybe it’s your reactions to them.

✦ — If/when you two are in a relationship, the jokes take a dirty turn. You’re trying to get in his pants? He’s biting his cheek and saying that he’s not sure he’ll fit, and you’re two seconds from slapping him. He makes random comments about how your knees will never turn red because you don’t even need to kneel in order to suck him off. Et cetera. Half the time the jokes go over your head and it takes you a good ten or fifteen seconds of being confused in order for you to realize that he’s making sex jokes at you. By that time, he’s usually turning away and biting back amusement.

✦ — He seems to take a great joy in bringing you stupid gifts. Ever the romantic; if you’re both scouting on a looser mission, he’ll pick you flowers. Specifically, though, he’ll pick you tiny flowers. Or, like, petals. He asks you to carry his rifle and walks behind you because apparently it’s the same height (or taller) than you are and it’s funny to watch. At one point, he gets his hands on a tiny model gun and he’s practically bursting at the seams to gift it to you as a “proper size gun”.

✦ — He knows he can make those jokes and get under your skin. He doesn’t care, though. When he’s laying in his barracks with you sitting on his stomach and jabbing him in the chest with that stupid toy gun, he’s just smirking like an idiot. He finds how easy you are to irritate so incredibly fun to mess with. He’s just sort of egging you on the whole time. “Yeah? I’m bothering you? I’m frustrating you?”

✦ — You’re still complaining and whining, so eventually he just starts flipping the script. He’s saying it’s so good you’re short because it makes it so much easier for him to flip you over and pin your shoulders down, and it makes it so much easier for him to wrap his arms around your mouth to keep you quiet when you two are tangled in his sheets at night with his teeth buried in your shoulder and his hips flush to yours, and you fit so nice and snug around him…

[rineahlight]

Soft (Levi x Reader NSFW)

Soooo I managed to merge two requests AND make this work as a part of my new Levi x reader series… Damn I can’t decide if im too smart, too lazy, or lacking my right piece of mind…. So here it is scar kissing, and nsfw with virgin reader.. Yeah that’s nsfw, treat with caution, although I know you’re not… Not too nsfw bc I suck at it….

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Levi swears he is going to burst in a thousand little pieces. He isn’t exactly sure how this is possible, how your touch is so thrilling or how in the name of any good you’ve found the courage to slip your hands on the insides of his shirt. He just knows that everywhere your skin is touching, he’s burning up and probably the fact that he’s basically throbbing in his most intimate parts isn’t helping at all.

“Tch, so much for being a moral man.” He mutters under his breath as he feels his skin crawl; all the hairs in his body are standing up like a stiff soldier saluting their commander, proudly. He can feel those unwanted chills run through his whole body once again, and, as they start traveling southern his head jolts, so suddenly that you’re left startled. He doesn’t think he can get himself out of this situation with any of this morality.

____

The day had went on as usual; breakfast, supervising the morning training of his squad and cleaning whatever dirt his eyes were to set on. He had managed to have a bath before he was to come to the dinner hall and he had planned on eating fast in order to finish his paperwork before he had to sleep. Nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe that’s what led him to accept your offer to drink along with you and your drinking companion.

It was such a bad idea from the beginning, obviously, and Levi questioned how you were able to digest all of this liquor that you had managed to fill yourself up with. He still watched you nevertheless, noticing your every movement, from the way you held your cup to the way your lips would curl up the moment you’d set said cup down the wooden table. The nonsense that’d blurt out of your mouth seemed so amusing to him even making him hold back a laugh at one point. He didn’t know what was it about you that had intrigued him so much. Your morals adnd ethics? How you were kind and soft spoken to him even when he’d act up? Maybe the fact that you were a good cleaner or that you’d spent hours helping him with his paperwork when he needed it.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was that glint in your eyes and that inviting warmth behind them. He’d never felt that either anyone, ever.

“Sir, you mentioned you have paperwork to finish tonight.” You take it upon your drunk self to lean forward and whisper to him, not even realising how ridiculous you had sounded in that sultry tone you had tried to use. It made Levi choke on his drink and hold back another laugh. No need for his subordinates to think he was drunk out of his mind too because you were being silly and he was actually being affected by it.

“You can’t even take a shit for yourself at the moment (L/n).” He says as he sips on the insides of his cup, making sure that you get to see the small upward turn his lips turn, his eyes shut close in tranquility.

“I’m not drunk! I really am not, sir!”

“Shut the hell up (y/n) you’ve drunk most of our booze once again.” Gelgar screams from the other side of the table and most people laugh along with him as they watch you bat your eyes slowly yet a bit playfully at him, almost mocking his every word. Gelgar doesn’t even realise that you pout really hard at his next words and he chooses to ignore it, because he can see how caught up you are in the little conversation that bubbles up with the captain.

It’s not even long after that that you find yourself being slammed against Levi’s office door, pale white hands running in the underneath of your shirt until they move rhythmically and quickly enough to snap it away from you without you even realising it. He commands you to wrap your legs around his waist and starts walking towards his office desk. He doesn’t have to knock away a lot of things, just a few papers that stand in your way, because he’d hate himself if they were filled with cum.

His lips move furiously against yours and his tongue occasionally reaches out to merge with yours as his hands start losing their grip on your jaw. You can feel them run down your abdomen only to come to rest against the buckles of your belt. You don’t expect that he’s going to be so quick with his movements when you feel him tagging your pants down to your ankles yet he doesn’t even care to take them completely off. His pants, that follow up right next, come to have the same fate as yours.

You’re both panting and groaning like animals, doing your best to keep quiet yet failing miserably at it. Your heart is beating up so fast and so hard that it’s the only thing you can hear. Levi’s hands grip harshly on your ankles and they lift your legs upwards. That’s the only time he’s breaking his lips away from yours, to command you to stay like that and you take the hint even though you can’t completely focus on his voice. Your chest is heaving up and down, your back is arching and soft mewls leave your lips as you feel yourself throbbing and squirming the moment you feel Levi’s tip come in touch with you. Your head is spinning so fast and your throat is all but dry when Levi finally moves the slightest bit forward, allowing his tio to find your entrance.

“Levi.” An incoherent sound comes out of his mouth as he kisses along your jaw, your cheeks anyhwere he can reach. He seems so desperate and eager to touch you as if he’s been holding back for so long that he just can’t hold it anymore. There’s a beast like look in his eyes, a ravaging coldness that’s sending chills down your spine. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to speak what you have to say.

“I’m a virgin”

And just like that, all of his movements cease to exist. He takes a step away from you, letting your legs go and looking away, as if to preserve some modesty and moves to put his pants back on. You can’t help but whine or try to pull him close to you but he just won’t budge. He can’t even look you in the face as you speak to him, begging to continue what had happened, mostly because he doesn’t want to give in to you right now.

“Dress up, because we’re not doing anything if you’re not sober.”

_____

However it certainly doesn’t help that he’s sat on his chair, topless, trying his best to focus on that paper in front of him when your hands are all over him. He can’t let you win over in this. He’s adamant about not taking your virginity when you’re under alcohol’s influence but he’s not going to be able to hold on for any longer of you keep this up.

“What are you even doing you brat?”

��Just massaging you, you’re so tense.”

But he’s not having it. He knows exactly where your fingers trace, he’s spent endless of sleepless night staring at the scars on his body. There are some of them that adorn the sharp features of his face, and he seems to mind, definitely a lot, especially as he isn’t getting any younger. These scars are going to be there forever because he can never escape his past, even though he isn’t going to regret his choices.

He definitely freezes in place, inking pen falling from the tips of his fingers as he feels your soft lips rest upon the crook of his neck. His skin is tingling, hurting even, heart best in anticipation as he waits for your next movement. A small smacking sound fills the air and Levi lets out an embarrassingly loud groan. Nothing has left him feeling like this before. He can’t help but let out all those tiny little whipers as you begin to kiss around song every little scar on his back and forearms. He’s so startled when you move around, fingers still tracing small flaws on his skin while your body is coming to rest on his lap.

He feels as if the insides of his stomach turn and toss and form painful combs and in the moment he realises he can’t possibly hold back anymore. He’s tried to contain himself so hard, but he’s unable to do that when you bury your hand in the crook of his neck, placing kisses down his clavice, his chest. He hisses, as if he is in pain, as if he’s going to burst because of your touch and takes a good look at your form before he manages to even utter a single word. He brings his hand to your face in the most affectionate way and pulls your head a little further away from his naked skin, just enough that you can look at him.

“Your first time shouldn’t be with someone like me.” He doesn’t dare to allow his vouce to crack. His tone is firm and demanding although it’s radiating the caring and warm tone of this profound intimacy between the two of you. You can’t help but avert your gaze and try to bury your head in his chest again, but he won’t let you; his grip in your face tightenes as he’s looking at you with a tender expression.

“I don’t care.”

“You’ll do when we’re both sober enough.”

“No I won’t.”

Nonetheless the two of you don’t dare say another word to ruin the mood. The tention in the air is already enough to be out with a knife and your arythmic breaths fill the air. Levi’s decision is already taken, whether he wants it or not, whether or he’s able to understand how could someone want to have him as their first.

He can’t help but wonder about that as you lay underneath him with your hair sprawled across the comfortable pillows of his bed, his rough, calloused fingers running soft trails alongside your ribs. His mouth is on your neck, leaving long lingering kisses; he was ever so daring as to dart his tongue out to taste your skin every now and then or after he sucks particularly hard at one spot. He doesn’t know how to take care of a virgin body, hell he doesn’t even know why you trusted yours to him, but he tries his best to be extremely tender and soft. You don’t deserve to have a bad memory of your first time, just like he did. No, he wouldn’t allow himself to make you feel uncomfortable or hurt.

His hands find your hips when his mouth reaches your lips once again. He presses his thumbs on your pelvic bones, running soothing circles along side of them. You moan as you feel his fingertips brush along your entrance in an exploring manner; once in a while his finger dipping in you. Your back arches and your lips break away from his and a wet smacking sound fills the air.

Once he’s in, you settle for burying your head in the crook his neck, placing one more kiss to the scar that rests proudly there. “I stitched that” you exclaim softly in an attempted to forget about the pain and Levi can’t help but chuckle at you, his lips finding a scar along your torso, leaving a wet kiss upon it. He’s going crazy due to the shivers that run through him, the sensation of being pulled in by your warmth is unbearable and he’s challenging himself as to not move in any way he could hurt you.

“Yes, yes you did.” Deep inside him, he’s more than happy that he’s in this situation with you out of all people and he pushes past the fact that he’s unsure of the outcome, because soldiers are not supposed to dedicate their hearts to nothing but humanity, right?

That night was was probably the first time in his life he’s heard that he’s beautiful, in any way, but he still contimplates on whether he’s going to stay hung upon those words.

~~~~~

Send me your requests about stories, headcanons and fake texts and pls keep in mind that’s the most nsfw content I am able of writing without think I suck at at it…

[rineahlight]

Soft (Levi x Reader NSFW)

Soooo I managed to merge two requests AND make this work as a part of my new Levi x reader series… Damn I can’t decide if im too smart, too lazy, or lacking my right piece of mind…. So here it is scar kissing, and nsfw with virgin reader.. Yeah that’s nsfw, treat with caution, although I know you’re not… Not too nsfw bc I suck at it….

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Levi swears he is going to burst in a thousand little pieces. He isn’t exactly sure how this is possible, how your touch is so thrilling or how in the name of any good you’ve found the courage to slip your hands on the insides of his shirt. He just knows that everywhere your skin is touching, he’s burning up and probably the fact that he’s basically throbbing in his most intimate parts isn’t helping at all.

“Tch, so much for being a moral man.” He mutters under his breath as he feels his skin crawl; all the hairs in his body are standing up like a stiff soldier saluting their commander, proudly. He can feel those unwanted chills run through his whole body once again, and, as they start traveling southern his head jolts, so suddenly that you’re left startled. He doesn’t think he can get himself out of this situation with any of this morality.

____

The day had went on as usual; breakfast, supervising the morning training of his squad and cleaning whatever dirt his eyes were to set on. He had managed to have a bath before he was to come to the dinner hall and he had planned on eating fast in order to finish his paperwork before he had to sleep. Nothing new, nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe that’s what led him to accept your offer to drink along with you and your drinking companion.

It was such a bad idea from the beginning, obviously, and Levi questioned how you were able to digest all of this liquor that you had managed to fill yourself up with. He still watched you nevertheless, noticing your every movement, from the way you held your cup to the way your lips would curl up the moment you’d set said cup down the wooden table. The nonsense that’d blurt out of your mouth seemed so amusing to him even making him hold back a laugh at one point. He didn’t know what was it about you that had intrigued him so much. Your morals adnd ethics? How you were kind and soft spoken to him even when he’d act up? Maybe the fact that you were a good cleaner or that you’d spent hours helping him with his paperwork when he needed it.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was that glint in your eyes and that inviting warmth behind them. He’d never felt that either anyone, ever.

“Sir, you mentioned you have paperwork to finish tonight.” You take it upon your drunk self to lean forward and whisper to him, not even realising how ridiculous you had sounded in that sultry tone you had tried to use. It made Levi choke on his drink and hold back another laugh. No need for his subordinates to think he was drunk out of his mind too because you were being silly and he was actually being affected by it.

“You can’t even take a shit for yourself at the moment (L/n).” He says as he sips on the insides of his cup, making sure that you get to see the small upward turn his lips turn, his eyes shut close in tranquility.

“I’m not drunk! I really am not, sir!”

“Shut the hell up (y/n) you’ve drunk most of our booze once again.” Gelgar screams from the other side of the table and most people laugh along with him as they watch you bat your eyes slowly yet a bit playfully at him, almost mocking his every word. Gelgar doesn’t even realise that you pout really hard at his next words and he chooses to ignore it, because he can see how caught up you are in the little conversation that bubbles up with the captain.

It’s not even long after that that you find yourself being slammed against Levi’s office door, pale white hands running in the underneath of your shirt until they move rhythmically and quickly enough to snap it away from you without you even realising it. He commands you to wrap your legs around his waist and starts walking towards his office desk. He doesn’t have to knock away a lot of things, just a few papers that stand in your way, because he’d hate himself if they were filled with cum.

His lips move furiously against yours and his tongue occasionally reaches out to merge with yours as his hands start losing their grip on your jaw. You can feel them run down your abdomen only to come to rest against the buckles of your belt. You don’t expect that he’s going to be so quick with his movements when you feel him tagging your pants down to your ankles yet he doesn’t even care to take them completely off. His pants, that follow up right next, come to have the same fate as yours.

You’re both panting and groaning like animals, doing your best to keep quiet yet failing miserably at it. Your heart is beating up so fast and so hard that it’s the only thing you can hear. Levi’s hands grip harshly on your ankles and they lift your legs upwards. That’s the only time he’s breaking his lips away from yours, to command you to stay like that and you take the hint even though you can’t completely focus on his voice. Your chest is heaving up and down, your back is arching and soft mewls leave your lips as you feel yourself throbbing and squirming the moment you feel Levi’s tip come in touch with you. Your head is spinning so fast and your throat is all but dry when Levi finally moves the slightest bit forward, allowing his tio to find your entrance.

“Levi.” An incoherent sound comes out of his mouth as he kisses along your jaw, your cheeks anyhwere he can reach. He seems so desperate and eager to touch you as if he’s been holding back for so long that he just can’t hold it anymore. There’s a beast like look in his eyes, a ravaging coldness that’s sending chills down your spine. You wonder if you’ll ever be able to speak what you have to say.

“I’m a virgin”

And just like that, all of his movements cease to exist. He takes a step away from you, letting your legs go and looking away, as if to preserve some modesty and moves to put his pants back on. You can’t help but whine or try to pull him close to you but he just won’t budge. He can’t even look you in the face as you speak to him, begging to continue what had happened, mostly because he doesn’t want to give in to you right now.

“Dress up, because we’re not doing anything if you’re not sober.”

_____

However it certainly doesn’t help that he’s sat on his chair, topless, trying his best to focus on that paper in front of him when your hands are all over him. He can’t let you win over in this. He’s adamant about not taking your virginity when you’re under alcohol’s influence but he’s not going to be able to hold on for any longer of you keep this up.

“What are you even doing you brat?”

“Just massaging you, you’re so tense.”

But he’s not having it. He knows exactly where your fingers trace, he’s spent endless of sleepless night staring at the scars on his body. There are some of them that adorn the sharp features of his face, and he seems to mind, definitely a lot, especially as he isn’t getting any younger. These scars are going to be there forever because he can never escape his past, even though he isn’t going to regret his choices.

He definitely freezes in place, inking pen falling from the tips of his fingers as he feels your soft lips rest upon the crook of his neck. His skin is tingling, hurting even, heart best in anticipation as he waits for your next movement. A small smacking sound fills the air and Levi lets out an embarrassingly loud groan. Nothing has left him feeling like this before. He can’t help but let out all those tiny little whipers as you begin to kiss around song every little scar on his back and forearms. He’s so startled when you move around, fingers still tracing small flaws on his skin while your body is coming to rest on his lap.

He feels as if the insides of his stomach turn and toss and form painful combs and in the moment he realises he can’t possibly hold back anymore. He’s tried to contain himself so hard, but he’s unable to do that when you bury your hand in the crook of his neck, placing kisses down his clavice, his chest. He hisses, as if he is in pain, as if he’s going to burst because of your touch and takes a good look at your form before he manages to even utter a single word. He brings his hand to your face in the most affectionate way and pulls your head a little further away from his naked skin, just enough that you can look at him.

“Your first time shouldn’t be with someone like me.” He doesn’t dare to allow his vouce to crack. His tone is firm and demanding although it’s radiating the caring and warm tone of this profound intimacy between the two of you. You can’t help but avert your gaze and try to bury your head in his chest again, but he won’t let you; his grip in your face tightenes as he’s looking at you with a tender expression.

“I don’t care.”

“You’ll do when we’re both sober enough.”

“No I won’t.”

Nonetheless the two of you don’t dare say another word to ruin the mood. The tention in the air is already enough to be out with a knife and your arythmic breaths fill the air. Levi’s decision is already taken, whether he wants it or not, whether or he’s able to understand how could someone want to have him as their first.

He can’t help but wonder about that as you lay underneath him with your hair sprawled across the comfortable pillows of his bed, his rough, calloused fingers running soft trails alongside your ribs. His mouth is on your neck, leaving long lingering kisses; he was ever so daring as to dart his tongue out to taste your skin every now and then or after he sucks particularly hard at one spot. He doesn’t know how to take care of a virgin body, hell he doesn’t even know why you trusted yours to him, but he tries his best to be extremely tender and soft. You don’t deserve to have a bad memory of your first time, just like he did. No, he wouldn’t allow himself to make you feel uncomfortable or hurt.

His hands find your hips when his mouth reaches your lips once again. He presses his thumbs on your pelvic bones, running soothing circles along side of them. You moan as you feel his fingertips brush along your entrance in an exploring manner; once in a while his finger dipping in you. Your back arches and your lips break away from his and a wet smacking sound fills the air.

Once he’s in, you settle for burying your head in the crook his neck, placing one more kiss to the scar that rests proudly there. “I stitched that” you exclaim softly in an attempted to forget about the pain and Levi can’t help but chuckle at you, his lips finding a scar along your torso, leaving a wet kiss upon it. He’s going crazy due to the shivers that run through him, the sensation of being pulled in by your warmth is unbearable and he’s challenging himself as to not move in any way he could hurt you.

“Yes, yes you did.” Deep inside him, he’s more than happy that he’s in this situation with you out of all people and he pushes past the fact that he’s unsure of the outcome, because soldiers are not supposed to dedicate their hearts to nothing but humanity, right?

That night was was probably the first time in his life he’s heard that he’s beautiful, in any way, but he still contimplates on whether he’s going to stay hung upon those words.

~~~~~

Send me your requests about stories, headcanons and fake texts and pls keep in mind that’s the most nsfw content I am able of writing without think I suck at at it…

[rineahlight]

Hi there! A scenario between Erwin and reader where they have just come from a very difficult and grim expedition. Reader showering really late at night (at HQ) to blow off some steam while she grieves and Erwin goes to do the same thing but is surprised to find her there. There had always been attraction, deep respect and even feelings between them but they didn't do anything about it cause of the way the SC is. He sees her and she sees him, he apologizes and starts to walk (1/2)

*****NSFW*****

💜Needed💜

Y/N felt the blood still on her skin. Even though she had bathed when she had come back to HQ, the feeling still persisted. Her comrade’s blood, staining her skin and pulling at her soul. Her sorrow that she was unable to do more than watch them die eating at her. 

She stared at the reports in front of her. It was the middle of the night, most everyone had already gone to bed. The day’s events were taxing and most had passed out soon after showering and eating. She figured that only Captain Levi would be awake, his insomnia making sleep impossible most nights for the terminally exhausted man. 

Rolling her shoulder she stood and sighed. Maybe another shower would sooth aching muscles and the warmth of the hot water would allow her relax enough to sleep. Gathering her nightclothes and her shower kit, she exited her office and made her way to the communal showers for the officers. Stripping down and throwing the uniform in the laundry, she made her way into the shower room and turned on the hot water and waited. 

She closed her eyes as the water began to warm up. The expedition had been brutal. Mass casualties for a failed mission. They hadn’t achieved their objective of capturing the Female Titan and many of their comrades had been unrecoverable. Worse yet, They had to dump the bodies of the ones they had recovered to out run some Titans, breaking her heart as each shrouded body had be thrown off the wagons unceremoniously. 

Her tears were mixed with the water as she stepped under the spray. She cried for those that had died, those that had been injured, for the families waiting to hear the news, any news. She had just turned and opened her eyes when Commander Erwin stepped into the room.

His eyes widened in surprise as he found Y/N under a shower head. He hadn’t expected to find her in here this late at night. He tried to be respectful, but her nude form was openly on display for his viewing. In a moment he had memorized the slender toned body of his Squad Leader, her high small breasts with dusky nipples. The smooth stomach and neatly trimmed triangle of hair covering her sex. Her shapely thighs and slim calves all burned into the back of his mind as he turned away. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” His low apology was heartfelt as he went to leave to prevent embarrassing her further. 

“Wait.”

He stopped and waited. When she didn’t say anything further, he slowly turned back to face her. 

Y/N couldn’t help but gawk at the undressed body of her superior. His big muscular frame covered in golden skin begged to be looked at. The broad shoulder and hard contours of his chest, the deep v line of his hips. The interesting appendage between his legs. The large hard thighs and his cute ass when he turned around, all made Y/N feel a bit bold. Reckless.

When he turned back to her, she could see his struggle to keep his eyes on hers. Trying not to give in to the temptation of running his eyes up and down her body. She knew he had been as attracted to her as she was to him. They had always brushed it aside, knowing how fleeting life was in the Scouts, how quickly one of them could be snatched away. But if today had told her anything, it was that she should really live as if today was her last. 

She crooked her finger at him, boldly staring at him in invitation. His large brows furrowed as he hesitated, she could practically see his mind working, running through the risks and rewards of making this move. When he moved towards her, she released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She watched as his muscles coiled as he moved, sleek and deadly. She smirked when she noticed his eyes had begun to wander, raking over her body as he heeded her summons. 

Stopping right in front of her, less that 10cm away, he looked down into her eyes. “May I?”

“Help me forget, Erwin.” Y/N replied, bringing a hand up to his chest. 

He leaned over and engulfed her lips with his own, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he gave in to his desires. He had wanted this woman for so long. Now that he was touching her, he was going to take exactly what he wanted from her. Big hands roamed over her back, trailing down to squeeze her ass. He groaned into her mouth as his cock began to stir, rising up in between them. Brushing her stomach his hardening length lightly tapped against her skin as he moved his hands. Cupping her breasts, he felt her moan, her pleasure evident in the sound as his calloused palms ran over the hardened peaks. 

She let her hands wander as well. Tracing the vivid lines of muscles on his chest, she moved her hands behind him and felt the muscles on his back ripple from movement and enjoyment of her touch. When she reached the rounded cheeks of his tight ass, she pulled herself against him, rubbing his cock hard against the soft flesh of her belly, causing him to tighten his grip on her breasts as he broke the kiss. 

“Fuck” He whispered as he moved a hand between her thighs. Large digits passed over her slick folds as he explored. Once he had found the spot he had been looking for, he reclaimed her mouth as he rubbed the little bundle of nerves. She cried out as her hips jerked and she held herself steady against the power of his touch. 

She retaliated by wrapped a warm hand around his cock, tightening her grip as she slowly began to stroke him. His fingers fumbled as he shuddered against the feel of him in her hand. When he finally could, he increased the pressure he applied to her clit, desperate to ready her. He moved to slip his middle finger into her, closing his eyes   in relief at finding her passage wet and inviting. Pumping his finger into her rapidly he worked open by pressing another digit into her tight heat. 

He was confused when he felt her pushed his hand away. He instantly thought he had taken things to far and was ready to apologize, when he heard her breathy plea. “Fuck me Erwin, now!”

He reached down and pulled her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he moved to the shower wall. Watching her eyes, she gave her consent as he slowly pushed his cock into her tight pussy. Gritting his teeth at the silken walls squeezing his length, he grunted as she readily took him all. Fully imbedded inside her, he pulsed as she clenched around him, pulling against the fluid skin of cock and making him gasp. 

Pulling back, he withdrew to the tip and slammed back into her, moving her up he wall with the force of his thrust. Her cry was of pleasure and he grinned as he discovered that she enjoyed the rough movement. Her lips were on his neck as he began to impale her over and over. His hips moved rapidly as he worked his cock harder into her willing body. He was about to finish when he stopped, wanting her to derive the same pleasure from their coupling. 

Putting her down, he lay on the bench and motioned her to ride him. His eyes clouded in lust as he watched her sink down onto his shaft, wiggling as she hit his pelvis. She gave him a sultry look as she rotated her hips as she tightened around him, causing his eyes to flutter in pleasure. He gripped her hips as she began to ride him, leaned forward like on a stallion as she moved her hips and kissed him reverently. It doesn’t take long, even without him working for her to find her release, the angle pressing against her spot so well. She shouted his name as she began to cum, her walls gripping him so deliciously tight he was about to cum himself. He bucked up into her, causing another gasp to rip from her throat as he growled, shooting hot spurts of milk white fluid deep within her. 

They both gasped for air as she collapsed on his chest. Moving his hands up to her back, he settled them around her, nuzzling her hair as they lay basking in the afterglow. 

They must have fallen asleep because they both jolted awake when Hanji screeched. “Erwin! Y/N!” 

They bolted upright and turned to red faced scientist who was covering her eyes. Looking down, Y/N realized she was on Erwin, still naked, while his now soft cock was inside her. 

“You two need to get dressed, People are starting to wake up!” Hanji cried. 

Erwin got up and set Y/N on her feet, Looking down at her, he whispered “My office, 20 minutes.” and walks out into the changing room. 

Y/N avowed Hanji’s eyes and prying questions as she stepped back under the now freezing cold water and quickly washed. Dressing in her nightclothes, she ran down the hall and locked herself in her office.

Knocking on his office door, Y/N felt her flush as Erwin opened it to greet her. Standing back to let her enter, she felt his eyes on her as if she were still naked, instead of wearing her normal uniform. He walked to his desk and sat down after closing the door.

“Y/N, I’ll be blunt. Last night was just what I needed, but….” Her heart sank as she expected to hear a speech about how he couldn’t afford distractions. “I would like more than to just sleep with you.”

She felt her mouth open in surprise as Erwin looked at her expectantly. “Okay.”

“Good, now, come give me the kiss we missed out on when Hanji woke us.“

[rineahlight]

Alucard for the nsfw alphabet thing

I intended to write up these tomorrow and not owrry about any more asks tonight but then Alucards name strolled into my askbox and I was like…fuck yeah

Alucard NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare

Alucard likes to finish of a particularly intimate night by peppering your entire body in kisses as you both are cooling down from your intimacy. He wants to just lay with you but he wants to clean you up because my goodness he made a mess out of you.

B = Body part

His favorite body part of his lover is their neck, as cliche as it sounds. the skin is sensitive and ripe for the taking. He rakes his long fangs against your skin often, shivering as he does so. So tempted to bite. He’s often whispering praises about your flawless skin and barely runing his fingertops along the side of your face.

C = Cum

Unless explicitly told otherwise, Alucard will always cum inside his lover. He likes to shoot his seed in as far as possible inside them, a death grip on their hips as he does so. With a female lover, Alucard will praise her endlessly and may even mention that he hopes she’s pregnant. With a male lover, Alucard will probably combine his climax with gentle nips at the neck, enough to barely break the skin.

D = Dirty Secret

Alucard has a bit of a problem with talking dirty. Will not a problem per say, he’s fucking great at it. the problem is that he’ll do it anywhere. At random he may take you your ear and whisper somethign salacious. He’ll accompany it with a light growl to make sure his partner is immediately in the mood.It will take a long time being together before Alucard feels comfortable talking dirty to you though.

E = Experience

The vampire is wildly inexperienced but not completely without knowledge. His mother was a doctor. His father a scientitst. He understand the human body and how it works. And if given the oppurtunity to experiment with his lover he will become an expert very quickly. You would never guess he was a virgin.

F = Favourite Position

He likes a position in which you are in his lap, your back to him and his face burried into your neck. Similar to the pose ‘Lap Dance’. One hand is guiding your hips to ride him and the other is harshly groping you. He’s giving breathy praises in your neck and leaving shallow little love bites.

G = Goofy

During Sex he does make little jabs at you, mostly about your lack of restraint or horniness. If you seem to really want him he will pick at you.“Such a dirty little girl/boy. It’s a wonder you don’t jump me any time you see me.” He makes a number of little dirty jokes while you both are intimate but only after the first few times together. Once you’ve been fucking for a while then he’ll be comfortable being a bit of an asshole during sex.

H = Hair

Alucard is mostly clean shaven. There’s small amount of hair but he doesn’t like how it feels so he tries to keep the light blonde hairs under control. 

I = Intimacy

He craves your body, always wanting to be as close to your bare skin as possible. He’s so passionate when he makes love. The vampire really enjoys the moment and takes his time with you.

J = Jack Off

Here’s something you probably weren’t aware of. The Vampires beats off  a lot. He often finds himself alone with his thoughts and sometimes those thoughts get a little too sexy to just do nothing. He can calm a boner if need be, of course, but he just simply prefers to deal with his urgees naturally sometimes. About… 5 times a week on average.

K = Kink

It may come as a surprise that the Vampire has a little thing for public affection. Mostly teasing his partner in public like they’re the last 2 people in the world. To see his lover squirm at his naughty gestures, mannerisms and jokes are such a turn on for him. Public sex is a big plus though not always possible.

L = Location

He prefers nontraditional locations. He likes the outside, and the feeling of having his lover exposed in the open air is indescribable. He enjoys taking them to the woods, but an area that’s more open and less forrested. He will use a bed but it’s not very exciting to him. The bed is purely for loving intimacy. Anywhere else is raw passion and lust.

M = Motivation

His lovers little obscene noises fuel him. Every breathy moan and little squel makes his cock twitch. He’ll have to tune them out just to last longer because those little moans are driving him over the edge.

N = NO

Don’t ask him to go wolf for any reason. Do you want to be dumped? No animals humping in the undergrowth for you.

O = Oral

He prefers to recieve oral and he absolutely loves asking for it. “Why don’t you put those pretty little lips to good use?” Warnng, he’s a head pusher. He will always tell you how good  you’re doing. When he cums in their mouth he’d prefer that they swallow, smirking and staring down at them as they do so.  As far as giving Oral, he’s a fucking god. He’ll star by teasing his lovers thighs and when he thinks they’ve had enough he goes for the kill without warning. He’s relentless. He will definitely decide to overstimulate his lover.

P = Pace

Alucard rapidly changes pace. He will begin sweetly enough and without warning he’s pounding his cock into his lover with no remorse. He won’t slow back down until he’s reaching his own climax.

Q = Quickie

Big fan of quick sex. he’s all for dragging his lover somewhere off to the side and asking them if now would be a good time to be intimate. he’s very persausive. He doesn’t do this often but sometimes when out with his lover the urge is too strong to bear.

R = Risk

Experimenting? Oh yes. Alucard would love nothing more than to try most things with you. He stays away from animal related things but if you have something particularly kinky in mind he will hear you out and maybe try it.

S = Stamina

He’s a vampire. He is capable of literally fucking you until the sun rises. While his ability to last is affected by how much lust he is feeling for his partner, he can last a good couple hours, the least amount of time he will rail his lover being about 30 minutes. 30 minutes being what he considers a quickie. he wants to absolutely make sure tha his lover is satisfied.

T = Toy

He uses no toys on himself but he likes to put things inside his partner that he owns. Things like his swords hilt or shethe. It gives him a little twisted satisfaction to know that his weapon was inside you. and it makes him love weilding it more.

U = Unfair

He is a tease. The entirety of his foreplay is teasing. Little love bites and soft kisses. running his fingers down yuor body and barely touching you. His favorite being his fangs gliding over your skin.

V = Volume

Alicard is very vocal during sex. not so much with his light moaning but mostly with his dirty talk. Early in a relationship he sticks to his moans and light grunting but once he’s more comfortable with his lover and what they like He will be talking up a storm and making sure to make you beg for him.

W = Wild Card

He actually has considered a threesome but he wouldn’t know who to pick, Sypha or Belmont…. maybe both.. hmm

X = X-Ray

Alucard is a decent size, I’d say about 10 to 11 inches when erect. a bit below average. He has a good amount of girth, not too much that it’s like ripping his partner in half.

Y = Yearning

Unbelievably high sex drive but he also has an incredible amount of self control. it’s very likely that he can fool you into thinking he’s got little to no sex drive. but he craves his partner every waking moment

Z = ZZZ

After sex he stays awake, usually helping you drift off to sleep with little light praises about how perfect you are and how much he loves you. Once you’re asleep he watches you for just a moment before closing his own eyes and listening to your breathing. Your light breathing is eventually what puts him to sleep.

-Mod Alucard

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Alucard for the nsfw alphabet thing

I intended to write up these tomorrow and not owrry about any more asks tonight but then Alucards name strolled into my askbox and I was like…fuck yeah

Alucard NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare

Alucard likes to finish of a particularly intimate night by peppering your entire body in kisses as you both are cooling down from your intimacy. He wants to just lay with you but he wants to clean you up because my goodness he made a mess out of you.

B = Body part

His favorite body part of his lover is their neck, as cliche as it sounds. the skin is sensitive and ripe for the taking. He rakes his long fangs against your skin often, shivering as he does so. So tempted to bite. He’s often whispering praises about your flawless skin and barely runing his fingertops along the side of your face.

C = Cum

Unless explicitly told otherwise, Alucard will always cum inside his lover. He likes to shoot his seed in as far as possible inside them, a death grip on their hips as he does so. With a female lover, Alucard will praise her endlessly and may even mention that he hopes she’s pregnant. With a male lover, Alucard will probably combine his climax with gentle nips at the neck, enough to barely break the skin.

D = Dirty Secret

Alucard has a bit of a problem with talking dirty. Will not a problem per say, he’s fucking great at it. the problem is that he’ll do it anywhere. At random he may take you your ear and whisper somethign salacious. He’ll accompany it with a light growl to make sure his partner is immediately in the mood.It will take a long time being together before Alucard feels comfortable talking dirty to you though.

E = Experience

The vampire is wildly inexperienced but not completely without knowledge. His mother was a doctor. His father a scientitst. He understand the human body and how it works. And if given the oppurtunity to experiment with his lover he will become an expert very quickly. You would never guess he was a virgin.

F = Favourite Position

He likes a position in which you are in his lap, your back to him and his face burried into your neck. Similar to the pose ‘Lap Dance’. One hand is guiding your hips to ride him and the other is harshly groping you. He’s giving breathy praises in your neck and leaving shallow little love bites.

G = Goofy

During Sex he does make little jabs at you, mostly about your lack of restraint or horniness. If you seem to really want him he will pick at you.“Such a dirty little girl/boy. It’s a wonder you don’t jump me any time you see me.” He makes a number of little dirty jokes while you both are intimate but only after the first few times together. Once you’ve been fucking for a while then he’ll be comfortable being a bit of an asshole during sex.

H = Hair

Alucard is mostly clean shaven. There’s small amount of hair but he doesn’t like how it feels so he tries to keep the light blonde hairs under control. 

I = Intimacy

He craves your body, always wanting to be as close to your bare skin as possible. He’s so passionate when he makes love. The vampire really enjoys the moment and takes his time with you.

J = Jack Off

Here’s something you probably weren’t aware of. The Vampires beats off  a lot. He often finds himself alone with his thoughts and sometimes those thoughts get a little too sexy to just do nothing. He can calm a boner if need be, of course, but he just simply prefers to deal with his urgees naturally sometimes. About… 5 times a week on average.

K = Kink

It may come as a surprise that the Vampire has a little thing for public affection. Mostly teasing his partner in public like they’re the last 2 people in the world. To see his lover squirm at his naughty gestures, mannerisms and jokes are such a turn on for him. Public sex is a big plus though not always possible.

L = Location

He prefers nontraditional locations. He likes the outside, and the feeling of having his lover exposed in the open air is indescribable. He enjoys taking them to the woods, but an area that’s more open and less forrested. He will use a bed but it’s not very exciting to him. The bed is purely for loving intimacy. Anywhere else is raw passion and lust.

M = Motivation

His lovers little obscene noises fuel him. Every breathy moan and little squel makes his cock twitch. He’ll have to tune them out just to last longer because those little moans are driving him over the edge.

N = NO

Don’t ask him to go wolf for any reason. Do you want to be dumped? No animals humping in the undergrowth for you.

O = Oral

He prefers to recieve oral and he absolutely loves asking for it. “Why don’t you put those pretty little lips to good use?” Warnng, he’s a head pusher. He will always tell you how good  you’re doing. When he cums in their mouth he’d prefer that they swallow, smirking and staring down at them as they do so.  As far as giving Oral, he’s a fucking god. He’ll star by teasing his lovers thighs and when he thinks they’ve had enough he goes for the kill without warning. He’s relentless. He will definitely decide to overstimulate his lover.

P = Pace

Alucard rapidly changes pace. He will begin sweetly enough and without warning he’s pounding his cock into his lover with no remorse. He won’t slow back down until he’s reaching his own climax.

Q = Quickie

Big fan of quick sex. he’s all for dragging his lover somewhere off to the side and asking them if now would be a good time to be intimate. he’s very persausive. He doesn’t do this often but sometimes when out with his lover the urge is too strong to bear.

R = Risk

Experimenting? Oh yes. Alucard would love nothing more than to try most things with you. He stays away from animal related things but if you have something particularly kinky in mind he will hear you out and maybe try it.

S = Stamina

He’s a vampire. He is capable of literally fucking you until the sun rises. While his ability to last is affected by how much lust he is feeling for his partner, he can last a good couple hours, the least amount of time he will rail his lover being about 30 minutes. 30 minutes being what he considers a quickie. he wants to absolutely make sure tha his lover is satisfied.

T = Toy

He uses no toys on himself but he likes to put things inside his partner that he owns. Things like his swords hilt or shethe. It gives him a little twisted satisfaction to know that his weapon was inside you. and it makes him love weilding it more.

U = Unfair

He is a tease. The entirety of his foreplay is teasing. Little love bites and soft kisses. running his fingers down yuor body and barely touching you. His favorite being his fangs gliding over your skin.

V = Volume

Alicard is very vocal during sex. not so much with his light moaning but mostly with his dirty talk. Early in a relationship he sticks to his moans and light grunting but once he’s more comfortable with his lover and what they like He will be talking up a storm and making sure to make you beg for him.

W = Wild Card

He actually has considered a threesome but he wouldn’t know who to pick, Sypha or Belmont…. maybe both.. hmm

X = X-Ray

Alucard is a decent size, I’d say about 10 to 11 inches when erect. a bit below average. He has a good amount of girth, not too much that it’s like ripping his partner in half.

Y = Yearning

Unbelievably high sex drive but he also has an incredible amount of self control. it’s very likely that he can fool you into thinking he’s got little to no sex drive. but he craves his partner every waking moment

Z = ZZZ

After sex he stays awake, usually helping you drift off to sleep with little light praises about how perfect you are and how much he loves you. Once you’re asleep he watches you for just a moment before closing his own eyes and listening to your breathing. Your light breathing is eventually what puts him to sleep.

-Mod Alucard

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Uhhhhhhhhh...

Dragon!Sylus who has been searching for that which will fill the (metaphorical) void in his heart. He's convinced money will do the trick. It doesn't. And then he meets you.

Dragon!Sylus who covets you like his greatest treasure. All of the riches he has accumulated mean nothing to him now that you're by his side.

Dragon!Sylus who growls at anyone who will so much as look at you. Teeth bared, claws ready, tail standing on guard.

Dragon!Sylus who chitters and purrs when you caress him, his hair, his wings, his tail...

Dragon!Sylus who takes you for a flight around Philos and shows you his favorite spots, also discovering new ones by your side

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Dragon!Sylus who has a mating season, getting unbearably touchy and affectionate during it, wanting nothing more than to fuck make love to you.

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Dragon!Sylus who has sensitive spots in... Different places.

Dragon!Sylus who is always so warm. You don't need any kind of heat source if he's there. He's the heat source.

Dragon!Sylus who bites bites bites. Loves to bite you. Not even to make marks, sometimes, he just wants to *nom*.

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