how lookism men react to you giving them the silent treatment...
Confused and Concerned; He is gentle and nurturing to you. He might not even realize you're ignoring him because he wouldn't intentionally cause you to be upset. He genuinely cares about your feelings and wants to make sure you're okay. He might be worried he did something wrong and wants to fix it.
"Hey, is everything alright? You've been awfully quiet all night." Places a hand on your shoulder gently.
"Did I do something wrong? You seem upset." Looks worried with furrowed brows.
Cooks your favorite meal and sets the table. "How about we eat and talk about what's bothering you?"
Slightly Upset and Needy; He might be a little insecure and craves your attention. He might feel rejected or unimportant when you ignore him. Using playful tactics is his way of trying to win back your attention and affection in a lighthearted way.
Sighs dramatically. "Come on, (Y/N). The silent treatment? Really?"
Pouts and gives you the puppy-dog eyes. "Is this about [something minor you might be disagreeing on]?"
Whines playfully and nudges you. "Alright, alright, I'll stop. But you gotta tell me what's wrong, babe."
Giving You Space (But Still Worried); He is respectful and understands that sometimes you just need some time alone. He trusts you and your ability to communicate when you're ready. He offers support without being overbearing, hoping you'll feel comfortable opening up to him.
Kisses your forehead softly. "I'm here if you want to talk. Otherwise, I'm going to watch some TV in the living room."
Sits beside you silently, offering a supportive presence without pushing.
Makes you a cup of tea and leaves it on the table next to you. "This might help." Gives you a small smile.
Annoyed and Frustrated; He might have difficulty with indirect communication. He might find the silent treatment immature or manipulative. He could feel disrespected or dismissed by your lack of communication.
Crosses his arms and leans against the doorway. "Look, If you're mad at me, just say it. Ignoring me isn't helping anything."
Raises his voice slightly. "Seriously? This is childish. Talk to me like an adult."ย
Storms out of the room, muttering to himself. "Fine. Be that way."
Feels the energy and leaves, not wanting to deal with you right now.
one thing about ptj's writing that always leaves a bad taste in my mouth is sometimes i feel he doesn't completely grasp the issues of abuse and sexual trauma, mostly and majorly for the female characters, but the male characters too.
take for example mira getting sexually assaulted by the cult leader and camp instructor, zoe's transaction with logan, club vivi, vin'mom being raped and killed by the shaman, sujin being abused and preyed upon and sexually assaulted before getting beaten to death by taejin... ALL of this feels so catatonic, almost unnecessary in its cruelty. this is a horrible world no doubt. but whatever he inflicts to his female characters seems to be done purely for the sake of shock value, almost like an indelible grief or hurt or helplessness a MALE character has to overcome in his path to nirvana. it is never shown what the woman feels about her own violation, no impact of it can be seen on her own life before she dies or simply forgets and moves on (kinda telling of the author's attitude towards how victims ought to react...).
then lets talk about the male victims. daniel gets stalked, goo and gun and eli were all minors who trained under a man who unironically touches people's genitals and brags about doing so, olly gets raped, eli gets groomed (i will not argue here about this one), sinu is shown naked often with the woman who brainwashed him. not mentioned in the comic but should be pondered upon is the fact that jake and jiho were in juvenile prison, a place with alarmingly high rates of sex crimes. dg is an idol who deals with invasive fans (sasaengs in real life are legitimately terrifying). seongji and vin were the ritual vessels for a cult. but this aspect of their trauma gets completely brushed under the rug, as if even alluding to it would take away from their strength and uhhh, masculine nature.
much to be thought about his treatment of his own characters...
Eugene โข Gun โข Zack โข Johan โข Jake โข Lineman โข Jason โข Hudson
๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ง๐
๐ฎ The candles, assortments of expensive shampoos, classic piano melodies playing from the speakers, and altogether romantic atmosphere werenโt out of the normal for Eugene.
๐ฎ Shower time was usually like this. He was busy, and needed to unwindโฆ but in a timely manner.
๐ฎ The only thing different about the bathroom today was you.
๐ฎ You. Crouched by the tub, pouring globs of bubble-bath solution carelessly into the foamy water. Wrapped in his a luxurious robe.
๐ฎ Eugene takes off his quickly-steaming glasses, wiping them gingerly against his shirt.
๐ฎ โWhatโs all this about, (Y/N)?โ He asks. No doubt heโs forming an answer of his own right now. You smile coyly.
๐ฎ He likes that smile on you. Your casual wit and intellect never fails to charm his cooly-intelligent and egotistical self.
๐ฎ โItโs your shower time. Says so on the calendar,โ you state.
โI told you sharing our Cloud wasnโt an invitation for you to spy on my personal schedule,โ he counters.
๐ฎ He ends up cracking a smile anyway. The type of smile he reserves specifically for your enjoyment.
๐ฎ โWhatever. Get in.โ You gesture towards the tub, unfazed as Eugene stares at you cooly. โSorry. You want privacy undressing or something?โ
๐ฎ His sharp โyesโ falls on deaf ears. You both end up stifling giggles and sharing looks as he piles his clothes on the floor.
๐ฎ The soap suds in the tub are an off-white color. Eugene hates dyed bath bombs.
๐ฎ After he submerges himself in the water and has a book in his hand, you take to kissing his knuckles and smoothing out his hair.
๐ฎ Neither of you converse very much. He smirks whenever your eyes meet, though.
๐ฎ Itโs elegant and intimate. Thatโs norm for being in a relationship with Eugene.
๐๐ฎ๐ง
๐ฎ It started off with a workout.
๐ฎ Gun, the ridiculous bast*rd, trying his hardest to overwork you till your bones break. For the sake of getting stronger.
๐ฎ And now that thatโs over, itโs your turn.
๐ฎ Exasperated and breathless as you push on his bare chest, trying to force him through the doorway of the bathroom
๐ฎ โJustโ getโ inโ Gun!โ You huff, slapping your hand roughly against the side of his torso.
๐ฎ Heโs such a pig sometimes.
๐ฎ On his own he walks backwards and sits down in the bathtub. Soapy water engulfs his frame. His normal nonchalance is wasted on you. All he ever seems to do is smirk when youโre around.
๐ฎ You mumble โjerkโ and in response he tells you to โeat assโ
๐ฎ You hold his head underwater for that-
๐ฎ He chooses the soap. A musky, expensive brand. Something that smells like him.
๐ฎ While Gun scrolls boredly through his classical playlist you take off your clothes.
๐ฎ Hop right in beside him, let him spread his legs and lean against his back. He doesnโt mind. Actually, he prefers it that way.
๐ฎ โYou did good today,โ Gun remarks. He leans his head back against the wall. You hum in reply.
๐ฎ Itโs not so much a bath as it is a warm soak.
๐ฎ Gunโs hands rub down your legs roughly. Even if he isnโt gentle, per say, it feels nice for your aching muscles.
๐ฎ โYou werenโt so bad yourself,โ you reply. He chuckles at that.
๐ฎ Youโll come out of that bath with Gunโs signature scent all over you. He doesnโt mind THAT at all.
๐๐๐๐ค
๐ฎ If athletic had a scentโฆ then it would smell exactly like Zack Leeโs shampoo.
๐ฎ He digs his hands into the side of the bathtub and wills himself not to blush as you crouch beside him, pouring more bubble solution into the foggy water.
๐ฎ โWhereโd you buy this anyway?โ You ask, knowing Zack doesnโt like buying cheap brands. And it doesnโt smell bad, necessarily.
๐ฎ He swallows, eyes narrowing and a sheepish flush rising to his face.
โI dunno. Do you not like it or somethingโฆ?โ
๐ฎ โNo itโs fine. It smells like you.โ
๐ฎ Zackโs hands are busted. His cracked knuckles are a clear indicator of the fight he had gotten himself into.
๐ฎ You grumble about it a little, but not too much. Just a simple, โI thought we talked about you getting into fightsโฆโ and then you dropped it.
๐ฎ You lathered your hands with shampoo, scrubbing deep into the roots of his hair.
๐ฎ You tenderly scrubbed across his body, knowing he was unable to with his mangled hands.
๐ฎ Sweet, rushed kisses followed. Zack is such a simpโ almost completely unable to look you in the eye, let alone return your affection.
๐ฎ The signiture-athlete-soap was down the drain. Zack dried himself off.
๐ฎ โYou werenโt planning on doing this againโฆ were you?โ He calls. When you donโt answer, his chest deflates.
๐ฎ โ(Y/N)โ ARUGH!โ
๐ฎ The door slams
๐ฎ โWhy are you naked?!โ
๐ฎ โIโm getting in the shower tooโฆ!โ
๐๐จ๐ก๐๐ง
๐ฎ Puppy eyes. Thatโs what he gives you.
๐ฎ Where did he learn this sacred guilt-tripping art from? His dogs?
๐ฎ Either way, you shake your head.
๐ฎ โLook, you can use the bathroom to shower- or whatever. But Iโm not helping you.โ
๐ฎ Johan: ๐ฅบ
๐ฎ Five minutes later, youโre helping him.
๐ฎ Heโs half naked, and had reprimanded you for staring. โItโs not that big of a deal,โ or whatever crap he said.
๐ฎ You are currently checking the water temperature.
๐ฎ โLook, using my bathtub is pretty straightforward. Once you get it to the temp you like you can just plug in the drain cap. Okay?โ
๐ฎ You demonstrate. Johan nods.
๐ฎ โOkay. Soap is thereโฆ and-yeah. Have fun Johan.โ
๐ฎ You rise, dodging him and beelining for the door. You have other things, after all-
๐ฎ โWait,โ Johan mumbles.
๐ฎ You look over your shoulder, met head-on with those baby brown eyes of his. Johan blinks. His brows are furrowed slightly in contemplation. Or whatever is going through his pea-brain.
๐ฎ โCan you get in with me?โ
๐ฎ ๐ซ
๐ฎ (I canโt tell you what to do. Hop in or leave him hanging- ๐ )
๐๐๐ค๐
๐ฎ His shirt slips off a solid abdomin and exposes inked shoulders and chest. His tattooed arms flex as the shirt falls to the side.
๐ฎ This display isโฆ seen by no one. Jake has no audience in the empty bathroom but himself.
๐ฎ He cranes his neck to catch sigh of some scrapes and bruises on his back. It not too difficult. Even through his peripherals the purple splotches are obvious.
๐ฎ With a sigh, Jake begins to unzip his pants and unclamp his beltโ
๐ฎ THE DOOR CREAKS
๐ฎ A towel covers him in a second. (Since when has he been self-conscious??) The door opens completely to let you in.
๐ฎ Youโฆ with your arms full of bath and medical supplies.
๐ฎ You set down the things and face a nervously smiling Jake. The towel is snatched out of his grasp in a millisecond.
๐ฎ โDonโt bother hiding it Jake. I know you look like a wreck,โ you snap.
๐ฎ Jake? Self-conscious? Nah. Afraid of your wrath? Maybe.
๐ฎ The water is turned on and soon the bathtub is filled. Eventually the soapy water cradles Jakeโs large figure.
๐ฎ Your hands feel nice against his sore skin, he thinks. He stays still as you wash off his cuts and bruisesโฆ letโs you wet his hair and scrub soap into his scalp.
๐ฎ โI love you,โ he smiles. Cheeky.
๐ฎ You sigh and press a kiss against his cheek. โI know.โ
๐ฎ Bubbles eventually poppedโฆ the water was drained. Jakeโs favorite part was being dried off anyway. He likes his hair being ruffled by youโฆ the soft towel rubbing down his back and legs.
๐ฎ In the end he smells like strawberries. You canโt help but tease him about that.
๐ฎ Argument avoided successfully ๐
๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฆ๐๐ง
๐ฎ In all honesty you had never seen Lineman without a shirt on. Youโd onlyโฆ heard about it.
๐ฎ But anyway. Here you are. Pouring soap onto a washcloth and dabbing it on his temple.
๐ฎ The excessive amount of bath bombs were completely necessary. You didnโt need to be flashed.
๐ฎ Lineman sits as still as possible, not wanting soap to get into his eyes. He mumbles about how nice the water feels and how heโs grateful that youโre taking care of him.
๐ฎ โWhy does it smell so peachy?โ He asks suddenly, cupping some of the water in his hand.
๐ฎ You shrug. โItโs just the scent I guess.โ
๐ฎ Bandaids have fallen off and are thrown in the trash. You apply neosporin to the cut over his eyebrow.
๐ฎ Youโre about to pour some water into his hair but he dodges out of the way. Something about a hair routine. Admittedly it is one of his nicest featuresโฆ
๐ฎ โYa donโt have to do that, (Y/N). Iโm good,โ he tells you sheepishly. He says that a lot actually. Heโs capable of turning on the waterโฆ cleaning his banged-up bodyโฆ drying offโฆ
๐ฎ You do all those things for him anyway. He just complies bashfully and lets it happen.
๐ฎ Afterwards you ask him to take his clothes off more often (as a joke.) He takes you completely seriously- ๐ณ
๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง
๐ฎ Itโs not that Jason canโt be romantic, but between the two of you, youโre typically the moreโฆ intimate one
๐ฎ This weekend was a bit different though. And without getting into explicit details, youโve spend a fair share of romantic time together.
๐ฎ So now, to unwind, youโre grabbing your bath kit and treating the two of you to some self-care. (The bath bombs needed to be used. Lua gifted them to you two Christmasโ ago-)
๐ฎ You settle for a green coloredโฆ minty scented soap. With the pigmented water bubbling and steaming, you decided now was the time to hop in.
๐ฎ You sink into the tub ๐
๐ฎ Jason comes in a few minutes later with some towels and a book for you.
๐ฎ โDonโt you wanna get in?โ You ask. He splashes you with some water and gives some sort of embarrassed reply.
๐ฎ He uses a loofah to scrub your back. โIsnโt the water too hot?โ
๐ฎ โNope. Just you.โ
๐ฎ *More aggressive splashing*
๐ฎ โYouโre worse than Jake,โ he mumbles, dropping the loofah and sitting against the wall. You just smile in return.
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง
๐ฎ โWhat kind of scents do you like?โ Youโd ask. He wouldnโt give you an answer.
๐ฎ โHudsonโฆ! Iโm for real!โ Youโd say. Still, nothing.
๐ฎ โPlease just answer my question-โ you grumbled. Nothing.
๐ฎ Hudson didnโt want you to spoil him (thatโsโฆ not exactly what you had in mind but-) and he definitely didnโt need you spending your money on HIS beauty products.
๐ฎ Ever since he joined the Alliedโฆ. Idiots (thereโs not a nicer way to put it) heโs begun to realize that his own products and routines are pretty low-key.
๐ฎ He went over Jayโs penthouse once. To drop something off. The dude was basically butt naked, wearing just a skimpy robe. What was that all about? Apparently he was in the middle of some hour-long beauty ritual.
๐ฎ Then thereโs Zack Lee. Donโt even get Zack STARTED on using hair gelโฆ or washing your faceโฆ using an exfoliatorโฆ
๐ฎ Compared to them, Hudson just kindaโฆ showered? The soap brand he used jumped from whatever was available. So when he told you he didnโt have a favorite scent, he was being completely honest.
๐ฎ So you took a guess. Picked out some honeysuckle bubble soap. Some matching scented shampoo. Now you dip your finger into the water to test if itโs okay.
๐ฎ Behind you Hudson reluctantly takes off his clothes. He takes better care of his sweater than his pants, which he just flops on the floor and toes out of the way.
๐ฎ You gesture for him to get in.
๐ฎ โI never asked you to do thisโฆโ he murmurs, slipping underneath the sudsy water.
๐ฎ You nod. โI know. I just felt like it.โ
๐ฎ You kiss his knuckles and help wash his back. You also tease him about his wet, flat hairโ
So sorry for the delay everyone! Going to hustle through requests!!
Anon, so sorry I'm answering this exactly 3 months later. You're my last request from May and I was soooo close to deleting it because I have had exactly zero ideas. Then I got partly inspired by @honeyhotteok fic here and now I'm running on less than 3hrs sleep in work and it's your fault. Oh yeah, and I've completely twisted the ask as well. It's not even close. So all that wait was for nothing ๐๐ปโโ๏ธ
Adventures of YOUR part time job in the Lookismverse
G/N. You work the graveyard shift in a convenience store. You meet bizarre characters on different nights. Part 2
There's something wrong with people your age these days.
Everyone seems to be either in a gang or up to some shady shit. Seriously what is going on. Is this all a big joke that only you aren't in on?
Just the other day you swear you saw a group of guys in boiler suits punch through some walls across the street. Like what the fuck? What did the wall ever do to you? And then someone apparently called Tabasco starts chanting something about Burn Knuckles and oh my fucking god it's 11pm please shut up.
Oh course you never said that, you still have some sense of self preservation.
And how does anyone even have the time for all this. Between school and this part time job, you barely have enough hours to sleep.
You miss Daniel, the coworker who you haven't seen for a good year but used to gossip into the early morning with. He always seemed a bit nervous and fidgety when you voiced your concerns and observations, but you just assumed he was a nervous and fidgety kinda guy.
There would have been some fun stories to share. Instead now you work the graveyard shift on your own.
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Case in point, the guy standing in front of you looks like one bad conversation away from a mental breakdown.
And really you're not in the habit of checking out customers but he cuts a striking figure. Every exposed inch of skin besides his face inked, and (you silently ask for his forgiveness for the objectification) the biggest chest you have ever seen. What even is this guy eating? What is this guy injecting? Lifting?
The question is almost out of your mouth but then you see the look in his eyes and slam your lips shut.
Nevermind. You ring his purchases through and tell him to have a good night.
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You're restocking the shelves when you notice a guy with a scar across his lip and nose, dripping blood from god knows where all over your freshly mopped floor.
Which is alarming in itself but come on man. Look at the floors. You're making it so fucking gross.
He notices you watching him, gives you an apologetic look and says he'll take care of it.
He makes a quick call and in comes 26 guys, one after the other and they line up in front of him.
You know it's exactly 26 because you counted all 26. And you've also watched all 26 pairs of dirty shoes trample over your previously nice clean floor.
The blood drippy guy asks politely for the mop and bucket and you think this must be some sort of prank because why the hell is this even necessary. 26 guys to share your one solitary mop and bucket and to clean a goddamn floor that you managed in 10 minutes.
"Get out." He blinks at you, taken aback by your tone. "Or I'm calling the police."
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"You can bring your pups in!" You call out to the emo teen lurking outside.
Health and safety be damned because look how fucking cute these dogs are!
He hesitates but then the rain grows heavier and all three rush in.
You miss the suspicious glance he gives you, too fixated on how adorable the dogs are. You don't even mind their wet fur or muddy paws because look at these little babies!
And huh, this guy must really love them too with his, you squint, God? Dog? hoodie on. D'aww that's so stinking sweet.
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Damnit, you knew these two would be trouble the moment they stepped foot into your store.
The tall blonde just gives off a distinct creepy vibe and the shorter one has his entire eyebrows shaved off.
Shaved. Off.
You couldn't help but stare when you put their purchases through and noticed some regrowth and stubble. Is this a trend you missed out on? Either way you're glad because there's no way you're shaving off your own eyebrows.
They converse in Japanese, not even saying a word to you. No thanks or anything, which is fine you suppose. But then they pay you in fucking yen.
They're out the door by the time you see the cash and fuck. Your boss is going to go apeshit when he finds out.
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"What do you think, sweetheart?"
A new blonde guy addresses you tonight and for crying out loud, you just want a quiet shift.
What do you think of his white suit? With the garish LV logos? That it's tacky as fuck. That anyone with any sort of taste would never ever wear that. You keep your actual thoughts to yourself and instead just say it's fine.
That does nothing to subdue the blonde. He does stop talking to you though, and just mutters bitterly under his breath. You catch the words blind and tasteless.
His partner smirks at your response.
And isn't that a whole other kettle of fish because it's currently 2am and you're indoors and who the hell wears sunglasses right now. You think he's a douche of the highest calibre.
The smirk is wiped from his face when he asks for cigarettes and you ask for ID. He doesn't have it on him.
"No can do. No ID, no sale."
He leans aggressively into your space, and reveals his eyes peering over his sunglasses.
My god, what is up with this duo? One with the tacky suit, and this one with the ugly black contact lenses.
You don't budge and the guy is dragged out by the blonde cackling.
Ugh. That laugh gives you a headache for the rest of your shift.
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You really wish customers would stop involving you in their conversation.
This one, who looks exactly like how you would imagine a SoundCloud rapper that has their mother following them and no one else, asks you to listen to his music.
He insists that he's good as the blonde girl rolls her eyes.
You listen to about 10 seconds and make up your mind.
He's wrong. He's very wrong. You want to suggest he gets checked out at the doctor because clearly his ears aren't working properly.
Instead, you mention you like Duke Pyeon, he's more your taste. Has he heard of him? It's the wrong thing to say though because this guy looks angrier than you've ever seen anyone.
"Don't start Vin, I've seen you listening to his music." The girl scoffs.
'Vin' shouts in indignation and storms off with his friend trailing closely behind.
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"Can I help?" You ask with your customer service voice and customer service smile.
He has been standing in front of the hair dyes for a good ten minutes as his friend looks increasingly bored and you can't blame him.
"No thanks, I'm just browsing," he responds and you tell him you'll be just over there if he needs anything.
You kill some time playing on your phone, look up, and both of them are still in the exact same spot.
The one with the H on his neck looks about ready to tear his hair out.
"Come on bro, just pick one!"
"No Warren, this is important. I need it to suit my new aesthetics."
You shrug and return back to your kitty kat restaurant game.
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"Cool glasses," you tell the guy walking around the store and he looks affronted at first before realising you're being sincere and gives you a small smile instead.
You wonder if you can pull off orange tinted glasses too or whether you'd just look like an idiot. It's probably the latter you decide when you ring up his energy drinks.
"I'm a boxer," he offers, as if you're judging the amount of caffeine he's going to slam down.
"Ok?"
"I need it for my training."
"Sure."
You've seen weirder purchases and weirder combinations. The people coming in looking frantic and buying a single plunger or pack of toilet paper never fails to make you chuckle.
To be honest the amount he's buying is a bit nuts, and you wonder if he's going to drink it all in one go. You probably wouldn't sleep for a year if it was you.
"Enjoy your training," you say, heaving and handing over the bag of 19 cans.
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A mute blonde gestures at you
You try to use some sign language, but he looks at you as if you're crazy. At least you think he does but you can't see his eyes.
Somehow you're able to decipher he's lost his dogs. Four. Golden retrievers. And he asks if you have seen them.
(Huh. Do you have telepathy? Do you have the gift?)
You tell him no and he sprints out.
You spend the rest of your shift trying to move things with your newly discovered psychic powers.
Spoiler: you have zero powers. Zilch.
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You think you might be having a stroke.
Because on what planet did this K-pop idol think the disguise would work. Cap and mask on but tufts of pink hair poking out and dressed completely in white.
It's like he's asking for attention and for people to ooh and aah over who that could be.
As he leaves, you shout that you can't wait for his next album. He turns around in complete shock that you recognised him, as if you solved the world's hardest puzzle.
It's a good job that DG has such a pretty face because what an idiot.
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You hear two voices mention the words Daniel Park and your ears perk up, wondering if it's about your old colleague.
Nah. You're just being silly. It's not an uncommon name at all and too much of a coincidence.
"I haven't seen Daniel in ages! Have you heard from him, Zoe?"
"No," you see her friend shake her head from the corner of your eye.
The brown haired girl tilts her head in thought, "I wonder how Zack is doing too. I haven't seen him in so long."
"Ohhh~ you miss him!"
"O-of course I do! He's a friend!" She blushes bright red and you chuckle to yourself.
'Friend', sure.
For the rest of the shift, you reminisce about how you used to tiptoe around your feelings with your boyfriend, Taehoon, too.
Oh? You like it here instead? Okay! Heโll go crazy ๐ฏ
Id see him as quite shy and nervous as he wouldnโt know what heโs doing though heโd get more comfortable and confident with reassuring words!
As he gets more used to it youโll be in tears
Soft and sensual licks, his face buried inside you flicking his tongue the way he knows drives you crazy
UI Daniel on the other handโฆ a menace. Absolute menace.
Forget walking bby youโll forget how to think all together
Goodluck soldier
Vasco
I LOVE VASCO
WHYRE HIS BONKERS SO FUCKING HUGE????
Heโs so cute I feel like heโd be so dumb and lick the left flap
Like I KNOW heโd do smt wrong by accident bc the poor guys just so confused
Somehow has a charm to him like somehow
Maybe itโs bc his milkers are so large you get delusional or maybe itโs bc his abs are all sweaty and he looks hot but theres SOME CHARM THERE
Vascos so cute
Would put your release before his like itโs a priority heโd put the burn knuckles on the line for it
Wants to make you feel good so teach him the way and heโd do wonders
Zack Lee
Stop joking honey hes a taken man
Keep scrolling home wrecker ๐คฌ๐คฌ
joking heโs also in the virgin gang ^^
Whole worrywart
Heโd ask if heโs doing this right, if you feel good, or literally anything
I see him as a body worshipper or like heโd be into praise
Pls tell him heโs doing a good job
Very sweet I love zack
Still a taken man tho keep scrolling boo ๐
Gun
Would he even eat you out or would he get straight to pounding your brains out letโs think for a second
Have a strong feeling heโd be so aggressive
Strong and power licks. Like not even kidding
Have you seen his body maybe he does tongue workouts too u never know??
You want him to go slower? Heโll go faster. You want him to go faster? Heโll go slower. You want him eat you out at all? Heโll dip.
Heโs such a menace for what
yk how he takes glasses off during fights? He does it while eating u out and I find it so oddly hilarious
Imagine he outs the glasses on and somehow gets turned on by it GOODBYE
Slaps ur genital area?? Heโs mean. Heโs just mean.
This is supposed to be like nsfw but itโs a parody atp I feel like gun was such a leash kid itโs so funny HE PROBS BIT A TEACHER IM FALLING IT IDK
Heโll go feral on u ๐ฏ dick in or tongue in idc heโs a beast
Heโd degrade u Roo like calling u a little slut for being turned on by how mean heโs being with u
Goo
HES JUST LIKE GUN BUT MORE GOOFY??
WOULD HE EVEN EAT U OUT FOR FREE?
Better get the bag before u think abt getting his tongue
u silly thing
Heโd laugh idk and the vibrations would make your eyes roll back and ur all shivering
Would lick the left flap. But on purpose.
Teases u on purpose hes just so mean
he would listen to u either like no going fast hed go slow no going slow her go fast HES JUST LIKE GUN MF
Dg/James Lee
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Theres a lot to say but a lot not to say.
Eye contact. Mega eye contact.
Him as James Lee? A menace. I mean itโs already Canon that heโs a menace so why do u think he wonโt be one in the bedroom?
ur so silly!
Heโs James Lee the living legend of the first gen thatโs know to be the best at literally every fucking thing HE WON POETRY LIKE MAD RESPECT IM SO BAD AT POETRY
If heโs good at everything heโs probably a god in the bedroom
ITS ALSO CANON HE HAS A BIG DICK
Maybe Iโm biased and I love James but. Yeah.
Youโll be screaming, crying, fucked out, and all but keep going u got this!
him as DG howeverโฆ
The same. Literally the same.
Both would be such a tease.
Also part of the mean group those little fuckers
Heโs so unexpected to like could he giving u small kitten licks one second and the next his tongue is faster than flash like in being so fr
To conclude, heโs a god in the bedroom and Iโd like to experience it first han-
lookism boys reacting to reader calling them good boy
sure!
lookism boys reacting to reader calling them a "good boy"
Completely changes his face from the happiness, a big smile decorates it, he goes from doberman to golden retriever the second you call him a "good boy".
Vasco, Jibeom, Jake Kim, Zack, Eli
His face goes red, did you just call him good boy? what do you think he is, a dog? He acts as if he didn't like that, yet he is working hard to impress you, so you call him a "good boy" again
Johan, Koji, Hudson, Jihan, Vin Jin
You called him a... what? that was something that is out of his vocabulary, he is shocked. He, is a "good boy"?
Samuel, Taesoo, Gun, James Lee
He giggles and thanks you, of course he is a good boy.
Daniel, Warren, Sinu, Jay, Jerry, Jace
All his emotional constipation comes out, he is a good boy? Someone had valued him to an extent to call him a good boy, he is internally crying.
Jerry, Lineman, Vin Jin
He laughs, he definitely knows you're lying, he is the evil in person
Gun, Yujin
He takes it as a compliment, even if it's not true, you called him a "good boy" so that makes him a good boy
daniel: if i had a nickel for every time a member of allied was kidnapped by a crazy cult when they were a child i would have two nickels, which isnโt a lot but itโs weird that it happened twice.