#doesnt explain the things he doesn’t want to | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

etherealvampire6 · 3 months ago

Text

Shota Aizawa Headcannons

|дﾟ)ﾉ Most of these headcannons are not mine and I do not take credit for all of them. But I just remembered reading them from many different platforms, so credit to the people who did think of most of these!

If he has a crush on you ೃ⁀➷

● At first, Aizawa would be in complete denial.

●The realization wouldn’t hit him all at once—it would creep up on him over time. Maybe he catches himself thinking about you on his way home or noticing when you’re absent more than he would with anyone else.

● At first, he rationalizes it. Your a close friend. We work together all the time. It’s normal to think about you.

●But then it keeps happening. He finds himself anticipating your reactions in conversations, noticing when you seem off before anyone else does, and feeling a little more at ease whenever you’re around. That’s when it starts to bother him.

●He became hyper aware of you. Listening intently on whatever you had to say.

● He doesn't remember a time when he'd actually liked ANYBODY romantically. So it was a surprise to him when Mic told him he was feeling 'butterflies'for you. And that he was developing a big fat crush.

● His initial thought? This is a problem.

●Aizawa isn’t the type to welcome strong emotions, especially ones that make him vulnerable. He’s been through too much, lost too many people. Letting someone get that close is dangerous and he doesnt know if he could take it. So his first instinct is to push it down, to convince himself it’s nothing.

●He’d shut down any thought of it being more than respect because admitting otherwise would mean confronting something he’s not ready for.

● Every time he catches himself watching you too long, he forces himself to look away. If his heart picks up when you smile at him, he ignores it. If he feels a little lighter when you’re around, he tells himself it’s just because you’re easy to talk to.

● He’s would have to have been your friend for a while to actually find a connection with you to feel this way, but your just his friend—of course, he cares. That’s all it is.

● He notices how his mood shifts depending on how you’re doing. If you’re stressed, he finds himself wanting to ease the burden, even if it’s just by taking an extra task off your plate. If you’re laughing, he finds himself more at ease, like the tension in his chest loosens just from hearing it. And when you’re in danger—even in a controlled training scenario—there’s a sharp, involuntary spike of protectiveness that he can’t explain away.

● Still, he crushes it down. He’s lost too much already. Letting someone in like that? That’s not something he can afford. So he tells himself, over and over:

● Your just a close friend. And it stays like that for a while.

● At some point, no amount of rationalizing works anymore.

●Maybe it’s a quiet moment—just the two of you, sitting in the teachers' lounge after a long day, the air thick with exhaustion but comfortable. You’re rambling about something, maybe venting about paperwork or laughing at a dumb joke Hizashi made earlier, and he realizes—this is different.

● He’s not just protective of you because you’re a coworker. He doesn’t just respect you because you’re strong and capable. He likes you. In a way that terrifies him.

● When he accepts his feelings for you, he also starts realizing why he likes you. You care for his students the same way he does, you want to push them to their limits to ensure their prepared, people feel safe in your presence, and best of all. You were kind. There were so many things he didn't even think were special about you at first.

●But the second that realization settles in, so does something else: He can’t do anything about it.

●If he did, it would change things. Right now, you’re his closest friend, someone he trusts completely. If he confessed, and you didn’t feel the same, it would make everything awkward. And even if you did like him back, it would mean opening himself up to something dangerous—something fragile. He’s lost people before.

●He knows what it’s like to let someone in, only to have them ripped away. If you were just a friend, it was easier to pretend you were safe. But if you were something more? If things were official, then losing you would mean losing a part of himself.

● So he keeps his feelings locked up, refusing to risk it.

● Instead, he settles for what he can do. He talks to you like normal, acts like nothing has changed.

● But if someone were paying attention, they’d notice the little things—how he always makes sure there’s a chair open next to him when you walk into the room, how his usually tired voice gains just a bit more energy when you’re involved in the conversation, how he watches you more than he should, like memorizing your presence without realizing it.

● You never notice the way his fingers twitch, like he wants to reach out but won’t let himself. Or how he lingers for a second too long when you say goodnight after a late shift, like he’s reluctant to watch you leave.

● You’re still his closest friend. And as much as it hurts, that has to be enough.

● But when he does accept it, nothing changes. He still has his mind set on keeping you as just a friend, just his coworker or whoever you are.

● A lot of fics involving him have him pounce on you just because you do something he likes or you did something on 'purpose' he likes just to flirt with him. He is not that lustful, especially if he's not even dating you.

● Some fics also don't look into what it would mean if he did have a crush on you. It'd take some time for him to accept it, and even more time for him to express those feelings. I can see him wanting to be careful with these new feelings and act rational about it, not randomly pinning you against the wall and being aggressive while confessing.

● You would only stay a crush for a long time. Your somebody he respects and somebody important. He'd make sure he knows you might even consider him a dating option. He would think about your feelings as well.

If he was dating you ೃ⁀➷

● It took him a while to even consider a relationship. He was convinced no problems would be created if he'd just left his feelings alone and continued life the way it was.

● But he'd realized it wasn't very rational of him to be pushing you and his feelings away because of fear. Afterall, being rational was his whole motto.

● I can only see him dating somebody he has a real connection and past with. If you were somebody he'd just met a few months ago I doubt he'd feel any strong feelings for you.

● At the start of the relationship, he didn't feel like anything changed. You both knew tons about each other so nothing really felt awkward, you didn't have to start out like normal couples do.

● He would talk to you as he normally did, but now that he's accepted that he might actually love you, he's definitely more affectionate when speaking to you. He wasn't just your friend anymore.

● He's in it for the long run. Hes already in his 30s. He doesn't even know what a situationship is. Hell, girlfriend didn't even sound right to him. You were unofficially his wife.

● He doesn't entertain any unnecessary drama. If your committing acts that he finds disloyal or crude just to get his attention, or for the sake of it. He wouldn't think twice about leaving you, maybe even forcing himself to forget you. But he wouldn't be dating you if that was the kind of person you were.

● Doesn't feel the need to constantly check on your location or ask where you are. he'll ask once, and then he'll go about his tasks when you two are apart. If he didn't trust you could take care of yourself he wouldn't be dating you. Your grown and he trusts you completely. He shouldn't have to check on you like a child.

● He shouldn't have to feel he might lose you constantly even more than he does. You should be able to keep yourself safe if he's not around, so his fear of losing you isn't 10x worse.

● He isn't overly protective of you outside of battle, and he isn't controlling. If you need his assistance he'll be there as long as you voice your need for him to step in, or he'll step in himself if he can tell you might need help.

● Same goes for in battle, he fully trusts in your abilities to protect yourself. But if he knows he can help and protect you in any way he's already there. He can't lose you.

● He isn't controlling. Once again, you're a grown adult who can make your own decisions. And if you do something he isn't comfortable with you doing, he'll tell you,

But he wouldn't want to have you follow his every request and demand. plus, he doesn't really mind the stuff you be doing, he trusts that you would never cheat or do something harmful.

● He doesn't show you off outright, he prefers to keep his private life PRIVATE. But he also isn't afraid to talk about his wife to others, he's quite fond of you. and would immediately put a stop to any disrespect towards you (he almost expelled mineta for this)

● He isn't overly affectionate, but he also isn't afraid to show his love for you. having a bad day? he isn't afraid of hugs.

● He isn't a big fan of PDA. Hes a very private man. but he'll occasionally guide you with his hand on the small of your back or holding your wrist or hand for a short amount of time in public.

● Away from the crowd, though, is when he really shows you how he feels. Holding your hands, cupping your cheek, brushing hair out your face, and hands on your waist occasionally.

● He's never felt romantic feelings for anybody until you stole his heart. So he found himself learning new things about what makes his heart skip a beat. Which is almost everything. (He's a very touchstarved man, has always been reserved)

● His favorite form of touching is you sitting on him on the couch or the bed, your arms around his neck and face tucked into his hair or scarf, with his arms hugging you tight. It doesn't even have to be dirty. He loves hugging you this way.

● He knows what things you like, he has never felt pressured by you to impress you with exquisite dates and fancy and expensive gifts.

● You'll go on a date once every 2 or 4 months, and the date is meaningful instead of pricy, so are his rare gifts. He won't say its a gift, just something he picked up that made him think of you.

● Yes, he's a tired man, but that doesn't make him a bad boyfriend. I dont know why people make him out to be a slacker when it comes to putting any effort into a relationship. He's fully capable of having a balance in his life that doesn't clash with your relationship. Yes, he does push people away out of fear, but after he made up his decision to love you, he wouldn't ruin it by being a jackass.

● He can appear rude to others, mainly because he doesn't filter his words or ideas for others. He often comes off as cold, apathetic, and impatient, exerting very little energy in most situations. But really his interior is different from how people view him. He wouldn't be as cold and distant after deciding on having a relationship, if he wasn't ready he wouldn't be dating you.

● He doesn't keep up with his appearance but he still keeps up with his hygiene. There's a difference. And after his first shared shower with you, it turned into one of his favorite things. (Secretly he loves your fancy soaps)

● The both of you shared your boundaries long ago, and they seemed to be working well. You needed space? That's perfectly fine. He needs to get some stuff done anyway.

● He takes naps all day in school, and he knows you don't. so when it's time to come home, you're already asleep while he's cooking for you or grading papers. You graded your papers during the school day, and he did it while you were asleep or on your patrol. Usually your routines never clashed in a negative way.

● Though sometimes he's able to put his work aside for come join you. He loves sleep more then work anyways.

● But don't think he'll disregard his job as a teacher at your request. You wouldn't, and one of his favorite things about you is that your passionate about your work as well.

● cooking! A hc I love was that his mama was a foodie. and he was forced to learn all types of cooking styles. but before you moved in he lived off occasional small snacks and Ramen. not anymore! he cares way more about your health then his, your the same way. So dinner is prepared once in a while when you both have time.

● He wouldn't be jealous of any guy or women that talks to you, but if it was downright obvious they were flirting with you. He'll glare at them, sometimes even using his quirk to scare them, and the flirter usually gets uncomfortable just from the intensity of his gaze. If not, either you shut them down or him. And his way might not be as nice.

● He values silence as much as your presence. You don't always need to talk; just existing in the same place is enough for him. But when he does talk, his words are thoughtful and deliberate if not in a sarcastic manner.

● Life with him is pretty uniform, but never boring. His job is full of chaos and unpredictability, so he craves consistency. He likes knowing you'll be there at the end of the day.

● He isn't blind, he analyzes the thing you do and like and remembers them. He knows how you like your coffee, your habits, your weird need to reorganize the bed pillows everyday (which he doesn't mind as long as it doesn't interfere with his nap time) and the things that comfort you or make you feel excited about.

● He might not say I love you often, but you know he does. he shows it to you everyday through his actions.

● him calling you kitten as a nickname feels cringe. Kitten is a baby cat and calling a grown adult it makes it feel like a predators fetish. He would call you Y/n, maybe even call you baby (yes baby is for young children but its been more normalized fas being a nickname for someones sweetheart) or even call you honey further into the relationship. You'd have to initiate it at first though, then it'd become normal for him.

● he won't say he misses you, but will say something like "you were gone for too long"

General Headcannons ೃ⁀➷

●He let's eri do his hair, never his makeup. Only when she's feeling down.

● He needs reading glasses but refuses to wear them in front of others. Having a quirk that messes with the healthy part of his eyes made glasses a need.

● He dislikes when people are unpunctual (Present mic in most cases)

● Shota likes cats. In fact, he still owns the cat Shirakumo rescued back in high school when it was a kitten.

● His room is quite empty, which reflects his apathetic behavior.

● Shota's specialty is short-length sneak attacks.

● Shota is a social drinker. (I believe this is actually cannon but I forgot what Manga panel showed this)

● He's the mayor of a Minecraft world class 1A created and regularly plays (he's never joined, not once)

#bnha #mha #aizawa x reader #mha x reader #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa #eraserhead x reader #aizawa shouta #shota aizawa #aizawa headcanons #shota aizawa headcanons #mha headcanons

483 notes · View notes

starry-bi-sky · 1 year ago

Text

OH ITS THE GUY! THAT GUY! MEME MAN. Okay!! Very informative, thank you! Wow yeah that is. Pretty similar to my thoughts in this characterization of Danny. Although I do lowkey hope that I didn’t make him look that extreme (in that I hope i didn’t make him seem like he’d be the kind of brother who’d trap damian in an illusion of him slaughtering people kinda way) but uh, if I did then - uh.

Whoops.

Not my intent, but I’d hate to make it sound like I’m backtracking if it does look that way. Especially since i meant for this post to be a prompt — i don’t wanna really clarify anything after the initial posting because prompts are all about interpretation unless anyone wants my interpretation of the au.

I just meant to make it appear as though he was (to summarize) harsh on Damian in his training and etc etc — although the whole thing with the assassins in Damian’s room and Danny not correcting Damian on that was intentional on his part. Like yeah, no, Danny definitely traumatized him lowkey intentionally made him think that he’d snuck into his room to attack him.

There are two things that Damian knows that he knows Father doesn’t.

He has an older brother

He was dead

(And a secret third thing: Damian was glad he was dead. They did not get along.)

Well. No, correction, they were two things that Damian knew that Father didn't. Past tense. Strange magic swirled through the air and created a mirage before his eyes, and immediately a scowl forms across his face.

The mirage shifts and shimmers like the light hitting a slowly turning prism, and then it settles into a memory. One that Damian does not recall. Like looking into a tv screen, it shows, faintly, a room, with most of the magic going into the image of a crib.

His mother was standing on one side, and next to her, standing on his tiptoes was a small five year old boy looking up at her. With dark hair and skin that was only few shades lighter brown than Damian's, the little boy's resemblance to Damian was undeniable.

However, his eyes were blue. Not green. Damian's scowl deepens, and he sinks back. "Danyal." He mutters, and feels eyes turn on to him.

Danyal Al Ghul. Damian's older brother. A prodigal swordsman like Damian, and five years his senior. He'd be fifteen if he was still alive. His memory of the last time he saw his brother was still clear in his mind.

(A sword to Danyal's neck. Stars were glittering through his window. Damian was five, Danyal ten. He is not sure why Danyal had snuck into his room, all he remembers is hearing a sound and on instinct reaching for his sword.)

(His brother had intercepted easily. But had not shoved the sword away. Moonlight hit his blue eyes, and Damian remembers seeing the pupils shrink to let the light in. His eyes looked almost silver.)

(His brother bares his teeth at him. Damian wants to slice his neck more than anything, and he bares his teeth back. "Good." Danyal says, his voice low in a hiss, "Your reflexes are good, little brother.")

("Of course they are," Damian remembers snarling, and presses the sword closer. But it does not budge. "I am an Al Ghul.")

(Something unrecognizable passes through his brother's eyes, and his mouth twists into something like a smile. "I know." He says, and tilts his head downwards at him. "And you will be great.")

(His brother shoves the sword back, causing Damian to stumble. And like the wind, he is gone.)

(The next morning, he goes on a mission with mother and a few others. Mother is the only one to return with Danyal's sword, and a red-eyed look in her eyes. Damian does not mourn. Now there's only one of them.)

"Momma." The little Danyal-mirage speaks, a furrow between his childlike brows as mother lowers a bundle into the crib. His blue eyes watch her, and lifts onto his toes to peer into the crib as she sets the baby down. "Who is this?"

Their mother's hand comes to rest along his back. "This is Damian, my son." She murmurs, voice low. "He is your little brother. Protect him well."

Damian scoffs internally -- not likely. He remembers every spar he ever had with Danyal, every harsh word and insult. His pushing, pushing, pushing for Damian to get up. To try again. Do it again. The only kindness he ever showed him was when his fingers bled. And even that was harsh, firm. Rolling gauze around his wrist and scolding him, telling him how to wield his weapon better.

(It was the same as everyone else, but somehow it hurt worse coming from his own brother.)

But he watches his older brother's youngest self tilt his head to the side, and then reach his chubby hand through the crib's bars. He runs small, blunt fingers over the baby's arm, and the baby jerks. Through the crib's bars, Damian sees himself grab Danyal's fingers.

And he scowls even deeper.

And Danyal's eyes... widen. He lets out a little gasp, and a small smile Damian's never seen him wear tilts at the corner of his mouth as he looks up at their mother. "Mother," he whispers, "he grabbed me!"

Damian... his scowl falters, for a moment.

He doesn't wait for a response, he looks back to the baby with sparking eyes. His expression melts like sugar as he bounces the finger being gripped tight by the small hand. "Hello, little brother." His brother says, voice its of usual firmness, but there's more fondness underlying it than Damian's ever heard. "My name is Danyal."

The mirage shifts before Damian can comprehend his older brother's voice. It shows the crib again, appearing as if a few days had passed. There is night lilting through the nearby window, and a creek of the door. The baby doesn't stir.

Danyal sneaks in, still wearing his training clothes and a sword strapped to his side. Damian's scowl returns, watching him creep over to the crib. Of course -- the last night he saw his brother wasn't the only time he'd snuck into his room.

Would he go so low as to attack an infant? Damian wonders, watching his brother cross the room to his crib. But while his fingers rest against the hilt, they never curl to unsheathe.

His brother peers into the crib again, and there it is again, that smile wider in the corner of his mouth. It's not a full one, but its as uninhibited as it gets. Dripping honey-sweet with awe. "You are so tiny." Danyal whispers, and pokes a finger back through the crib. It wriggles, then pokes Damian's cheek gently. "Was I as small as you when mother gave birth to me?"

There is no response from the baby. Not a coherent one anyways, the little thing snuffles and turns his head, mouth open to latch. Danyal stills, his eyes grow ever wider again.

Danyal says nothing else, just rests his cheek against the crib and watches the baby sleep in silence. The affection never leaves his young face.

Damian feels unsettled. Off-foot. This Danyal is foreign to him... He wonders what happened to have changed his brother's mind on him.

There's a scuffle, quiet, but there. Danyal picks up on it just as Damian does, and his head pricks up like a deer, head already turning away from the crib. The affection leaves his face, falling away like water into something serious. His blade is already slightly unsheathed.

Two assassins, belonging to grandfather, burst out of the shadows. Their swords swinging into the air and ready to strike.

Danyal kills them both, his back to the crib. It's not without struggle, and when the two assassins lay dead on the floor, the baby is wailing at the top of his lungs. Danyal has a laceration cleaving down diagonal of his cheek. It's close to his eye, just barely missed blinding him.

Damian never knew how he got that scar. He does now. (He doesn't know how to feel about it.)

His brother clutches his bleeding face, sheathing his sword as tears well up onto his face. But he turns towards the crib, and hurries over. "You're okay, you're okay, you're okay." He hushes rapidly, the League-drilled seriousness fallen away to reveal a panic-stricken five year old. He sticks one hand into the crib, the one not clutching anything, and grabs little Damian's hand.

Their mother comes bursting in that moment, and Danyal turns his head towards her. "Mother." He says, his voice cracks un-wantingly. Their mother steps over the bodies of the assassins easily. "They tried to kill Damian."

"But they did not." Talias says, kneeling down next to the crib to inspect Danyal's face and Damian's well-being. When she finds nothing of concern beyond the injury, she continues. "You killed them before they could, Danyal. Well done."

The mirage of his brother nods, his eyes teary and red.

Damian... is discomfited. he never thought Danyal would kill assassins for him. He would have thought his brother would sooner look the other way. The mirage shifts again, and it quickly shows time passing.

Danyal sits in Damian's nursery every night, after that. He lays at the foot of the crib with his sword, a pillow and a blanket with him. Some nights there is nothing but peace -- or as close to peace as a baby could achieve -- and some days assassins break in.

Danyal kills each one.

The mirage shifts again, and it shows more memories of Danyal interacting with Damian during his youth too young for him to remember. His first steps, his first words.

"Danya." The small toddler of Damian says, arms reaching for Danyal.

A frown curls across Danyal's face, and pulls Damian into his lap. "No, no, little brother." He scolds, voice firm but.. softer. "It is Danyal, Damian. Danyal."

"Danya!"

Damian's brother sighs, but there is that same-small tilt at the corner of his mouth. A glimmer in his eyes. A glimmer... that Damian is finding he recognizes.

(He always thought his brother got that look in his eyes when he was mocking him. Was he wrong?)

The mirage shifts again, and this time it shows only mother and Danyal, alone. Danyal is older, taller. Seven, if Damian had to guess. Mother has a stern look on her face, her hands tight on his shoulders. "Damian will be starting training soon, my son."

Ah, then close to eight then. Training starts, always, at three years old. He watches Danyal nod, his expression mimicking their mother's. His arms are folded, always folded, behind his back, always neat.

"You can no longer have the relationship with your brother as you did before." Mother says.

Danyal's expression... falters. It shifts, it fluctuates. He looks surprised, thrown off. Like he isn't quite sure he heard what mother just said. His brows furrow. "What... do you mean, mother?"

"I mean what I said, Danyal." Mother says, stern, "Ra's will be keeping a closer eye on Damian now that he is of age to begin his training. He will not like if he sees you both getting along."

"I am sorry, my child. But your relationship with Damian ends here. You are rivals now, not brothers." In a cruel form a gentleness, mother raises her hand and tucks a stray curl out of Danyal's face.

Of course. Damian never had a relationship with his brother because of Grandfather. Of course. No, he's not feeling a little bitter. No. There's not an inner child that still, like a candleflame, wishes that he'd had a bond with his only flesh and blood.

Danyal is dead now. So it's not like it matters. He's happy about this.

Danyal frowns, and he steps back. He looks lost in thought. "We are still brothers, mother," he says, argues, and looks up to meet mother's eyes. "Let me train him, I will make sure he gets the skill he needs. If we must be rivals, then I will teach him how to defeat me. If he can defeat me, he can defeat anybody."

Their mother, and Damian, both blink in unison. Then mother smiles something sharp, calculated. She folds her hands behind her back. "Then do it. But you will make him hate you."

"...So be it."

Damian.... Damian is silent. His world axis has been tilted on its head. He is sliding, and sliding, and sliding down. Spinning. Many things click into place at once.

More memories from the mirage show. It shows Danyal training Damian. It shows their arguing, their bickering. It shows Danyal going to their mother to praise Damian and his skills, how fast he is picking up on the sword. How one day he will surpass even him.

It shows Danyal sitting outside Damian's bedroom door every night, listening in for anyone who dares to break in. His knees drawn to his chest, his sword at his side. Sometimes he sneaks in, sword drawn, when he hears a sound.

Some nights, Damian wakes up. He remembers those nights. Danyal standing over his bed with his sword unsheathed and tight at his side. He remembers the instant terror as he immediately reached for his own weapon.

His brother always scolded him for his lack of vigilance. That had he been anyone else, Damian would have had his neck cut. He would've been dead already. It only made Damian's hatred of him grow.

But he understands now. Because there were assassins in the room that Damian, four years old, three, did not notice. Not until later. He always assumed the attacks on him after Danyal's death had been because now there was a new heir to target.

It had been the only lesson he'd been even somewhat grateful for.

Then finally the mirage shimmers, and it shows Danyal, ten years old, in one of the training rooms, mid-spar with Mother. It's fast, sharp, impressive and like a blur. Damian is unsure if at ten which one of them was the better swordsman. Some of the assassins who have never met Danyal said Damian was, but the ones who had said it was Danyal. He'll never know.

In a lull in the fight, when their swords are crossed, mother speaks. "Ra's wants you and Damian to fight." She says, teeth grit into a deep scowl. The cross breaks and Danyal jumps back, he frowns.

"We have fought, mother." He says, and dives in first, swinging for mother's feet. Mother dodges, and slices at his arm. He swerves out of the way, twisting on his feet like a dance. "We are always fighting, doesn't he see our spars?"

"Not a spar like that, my son." Mother says, a snarl in her voice. She lunges, and Danyal blocks her blade. "A fight to the death. Father has grown tired of having two heirs."

That gets Danyal's attention -- or, more accurately, it distracts it. His eyes widen, and his sword lowers for a single moment. A mistake. "What?" Is all he gets out before mother has him on his back, her blade pressed to his throat.

He freezes. As does Damian. Danyal's brows furrow, then unfurrow, only to knot up again. "Mother, what do you mean a fight to the death?" He flips to his feet when mother removes the sword. She walks over to grab her water.

"Must I repeat myself, Danyal?" Mother snaps, rubbing her forehead before swigging from her canteen. "Father wants to find out which one of you is the stronger heir, and so you will fight to the death after your training in a few days."

Danyal's tan face loses a shade of color, he looks ashy. "There must be some mistake!" He exclaims, his arms gesturing out as he peers around mother. "There is a five year disparity between us, Damian has only just started training two years ago. It would be an unfair fight!"

"Do you think me unaware?" Mother whirls on him, and there is a grief-stricken look on her face. Like she is already mourning Damian's death. Damian feels ill. "Your skill is far beyond what Damian can accomplish right now, and there is nothing that I say that can convince Father otherwise."

Danyal wears an expression like he is scrambling for answers. A white knuckle grip on his weapon. There is a long silence, and his lower lip curls up. His throat bobs, he swallows. "Is there really nothing we can do?"

Mother makes a frustrated sound, pushing her loose hairs out of her face. "Not unless Father changes his mind, or I send one of you away. But Father would surely send someone to look for you or Damian."

"What if one of us faked our death?"

Mother stills. As does Damian. No, he thinks, stiff as a rod, no way. These mirages were lying, nothing but figments of an imagination. Of some quiet what-if that Damian had not yet stomped out.

Mother's expression shifts, and then turns contemplative. Danyal notices, and keeps pushing, he looks as hopeful as he could get beyond his usual unwavering, stone-like expression. "One of us could go to father--"

"No." Mother cuts off, voice sharp. Danyal wilts, confusion flittering across his face. Damian, from the corner of his eye, sees Father tense as stone. His white-slit eyes have not left the mirage. Nobody's has.

"Father will undoubtedly check there first, it would not be a good idea. You or Damian will have to go somewhere where he would not think to look. Someone unaffiliated with the League."

Danyal's face falls, shutters, and then closes up again into stone. Mother begins to pace, and Danyal's blue eyes follow her. "So a stranger?" He asks, and there is disgust lilting into his voice.

Mother nods, and she looks just as offput as Danyal.

The mirage of Damian's brother rolls his shoulders back. "Then I will do it, mother." He says, voice unwavering. There is a stubborn note behind it all, one that Damian recognizes. "I will fake my death, and Damian will stay here."

Mother's eyes turn sharp on him, and she stops in her spot. She pivots. "Are you sure?" She asks, eyebrow raising, "There is a chance you will never meet your Father if you leave. Nor will you see I or Damian again, if you do this."

Something like fear flickers across Danyal's face, eyes widening momentarily -- as if that very thought had not crossed his mind. But then it smooths over to sharp determination. He nods. "It would be the same for Damian if it was him instead. I will do it, Mother."

Damian feels ill again. Father has a strong set in his jaw, his teeth grinding.

Mother stares at Danyal, and then her expression softens. And like before, it is grieving. "In a few days time, I and another member of the League will be going on a mission to the American States. I will tell Father that you will accompany me, once there we will dispose of the other member and then orchestrate your death."

The American States. Danyal was here, in the country. He was out there somewhere -- but no this was fake. It had to be. Danyal was dead. A fool who got himself killed on a mission with mother and left the title of Heir to Damian.

Or maybe it had been his plan all along. His and mother's both.

...Was mother ever going to tell him?

The mirage of Danyal nods, sharp. Understanding. There is a gleam in his eyes that is not pride, it is tears. And when Mother leaves the room and leaves him alone, the stone-like expression on his face crumbles and falls.

His brother, ten years old, curls up his lip in an ugly way. It wobbles as the tears in his eyes do, and he brings up his hand to slam it over his mouth. And sinks to his knees, a yell-like sob muffled behind the skin.

His brother, ten years old, looks smaller than Damian remembers him being, and cries.

Damian has never seen Danyal cry. Not once in the mirage of memories, nor in his own.

The memory holds for a minute, and then disappears. And no new one shows up. The magic is gone, and it leaves a silence in its wake. Heavy, staticky, and full of revelations.

So there are two things that Damian knows that his Father now knows too.

He has an older brother

His older brother is alive.

(And a new secret third thing: Damian wasn't sure how to feel about it.)

#i love word vomits! i do it all the time just look at this post and my posts about crime alley kid danny #and my post about the missed potential of danyal al ghul #i’ll be lowkey mortified if i made it look like danny is a brocon because oops!!! that wasnt my intention! sorry!!#but im 99% sure you more meant that danny was encouraging damian to hate him in training as the itachi-ness #not the brocon ness.#but also im lowkey chuffed that you mentioned the whole ‘danny is encouraging damian to hate him’ thing #mostly bc i love when people notice things in my writing. i puff up like a bird #damian’s opinion on danny gets all over the place in this prompt and thats my faulu #fault for writing this at midnight last night but i hope that in the end it comes off as #‘i hate him but now i’ve learned new things about him that explain things and now i’m kinda conflicted’#it doesnt take away the fact that yk. danny traumatized him but there’s potential for improvement there #a glimmer of ‘hey maybe something can be salvaged here?’#danny’s whole thing with damian comes from a place of concern over his wellbeing and safety but yk.#considering this is the LOA we’re talking about. of course it doesn’t come out that way and its intentional on danny’s part too #my interpretation would be that if danny hadn’t been told he couldn’t be seen as close to damian he would’ve been nicer to him #still pr stern about his training but he’d be as lenient as a fellow child could be #damian wouldn’t’ve have thought he’d want to kill him thats for sure #but that’s a what if and me babbling sO #thank you for the explanation! i did indeed ask for it so thank you for the word vomit

4K notes · View notes

frownyalfred · 5 months ago

Text

Arkham Prince - Masterlist of Posts

I've linked the major asks below with a preview (edited for length) below, grouped by subject/theme and rough chronological order of how I received them. Additional shorter asks/clarifying questions, as well as shorter bits of commentary are at the very bottom.

The very first post:

I have been thinking about the idea of Bruce going insane without being Batman, about Batman being his coping mechanism, and that reblog that was like "he would definitely have ended up in Arkham if he didnt make Batman." Now I'm thinking of an AU where that is exactly the case, and maybe Clark expands his interest towards Gotham a bit, as much as he doesnt like heroing there, because it is the neighbor city of Metropolis. It's like his backyard. And maybe he wants to understand the problem of Gotham at the root, so he goes as Clark Kent, reporter, to interview the patients at Arkham, and there meets Bruce Wayne. Maybe falls in love. Maybe its angsty as fuck because this Bruce is 10 times less adjusted than the Bruce we're used to, but of course, equally as brilliant. (Maybe he could escape any time he wanted but thinks he would murder people if so. Maybe he doesnt trust his anger.)

Expanding Asks:

the idea of arkham patient bruce wayne has burrowed into the depths of my mind. this is SUCH a fascinating thought and changes so many things…how does the justice league fare without batman? how does alfred? i’d assume alfred is given bruce’s guardianship when he’s institutionalized, and i could even see him taking in the robins – finding and helping these children who remind him so much of his own boy, trying not to fail them as he failed bruce. how bruce himself does in arkham is so interesting to consider…is he kept on the same level of security as the real supervillains? is he moved there after Events?

Clark, realizing the League has a problem, a trap from someone like Lex they don't know how to unknot, something which requires finesse and strategy which is a little beyond them... taking that stroll (flight) down to Gotham, feeling insane himself for seeking advise here of all places... but the Arkham Prince delivers. Clark explains the situation, answers questions that he had no idea related to the issue, and Bruce hands him the solution in the span of 10 minutes, while the League had been brainstorming and going in circles over this for days...

Clark Kent and the Arkham Prince Finding Common Ground:

clark’s first attempt to interview the prince of arkham go about as well as you might expect, given that he’s a reporter with sunshine all but seeping out of his pores. the first time bruce doesn’t even talk to him, too furious at the gall of this metropolitan newshound to interrogate him for the sake of some gruesome, sensationalist op-ed obviously about the tragedy of the family wayne and the irredeemable mire of gotham to do anything more than death-glare at him for the entire length of the meeting. but clark, unsatisfyingly, doesn’t give up after that. if bruce doesn’t talk to him, he sure talks to bruce, and with each subsequent interview the questions…change. no longer trying to establish facts about bruce’s life or his crimes, not asking about his experience in arkham, not even going for the low-hanging fruit of why’d you train for years to kill those people, but seemingly random and unrelated things. he wants bruce’s opinions on emissions policies (need to be stricter and more tightly enforced, especially in gotham, jesus, there’s a reason lung cancer and asthma rates are through the roof) and lex luthor’s keynote speeches (unprintable, wiped from clark’s tape recorder in case luthor somehow finds out) and whether or not clark should buy a new suit (why bother, it won’t be any less tragic than every other polyester abomination he cruelly forces bruce to look at every time he stops by). clark slowly and stubbornly makes himself as much a part of bruce’s routine as visits with alfred and lucius and the doctors, and all the while superman is playing a high-stakes game of mental chess with the sinking suspicion that bruce wayne has already won in more ways than one bruce figures out kent is superman about three hours after the first time big blue gets namedropped during an interview. he commences with a plan that is part honeypot, part campaign of psychological warfare, and part genuine bid to get this midwestern alien who holds the safety of his city in his hands to try and give a damn like a proper gothamite would, like no one but bruce ever seems to.

Clark, whose one of his grestest fears is being constrained, treated as a threat, dissected, studied, as the alien specimen he is. He has to pretend. He had to be so careful. Every day or he won't have a life to live.

Clark asking the Arkham Prince to Consult for the JL:

i would kill to have clark-as-supes get some kind of special dispensation to bring arkham prince bruce to the jl hideout (the watchtower doesn’t to be without batman’s engineering/logistics knowhow and WE funding, at least not until bruce is more formally considered a consultant) for help on one of lex’s more convoluted and immediate threats. it’s just not possible for bruce to solve the problem in isolation without the league’s resources, so instead of bringing league missions to bruce superman has to bring bruce to the league mission. i started imagining the team’s reaction to their unwitting reliance on criminally insane mass murderer bruce wayne and then i remembered oliver exists and now i feel only sadness thinking about that particular reunion

Just wondering how regular JL universe would react to meeting this au, meeting Batman and seeing Bruce Wayne's potential Would they realize that their Bruce is limited by what he can do inside Arkham, but that this Batman is also limited by his own rules and codes. Would Ollie be crushed at what his former friend could have been, thinking maybe if he had stepped up and been a "better friend" Bruce wouldn't be in Arkham, he could of been working beside him instead. Can imagine Batman saying "I don't kill" and Bruce just smiling in what should have been the brucie smile and replying "but I do"

The crossover is so funny in regards to Supes. Like here's Arkham Prince AU Clark, terribly in love with a version of Bruce who is so unavailable to him on so many levels, aching with it every time he dares think about it, staring at Regular Universe Clark in complete and utter disbelief. (expansion of "regular JL universe" ask above)

Your take on Prince of Arkham's level of influence on JL members, at the top being of course Clark. And also: first time he is taken into the JL base, does he hack into their systems?

OMG arkham bruce and clark have gotten closer and maybe clark makes bruce promise not to kill again after bruce gets out of arkham so he can join the jl but then someone is killed and theres evidence it was bruce but bruce swears it wasnt him ( bc it wasn’t him ) but theres so much evidence that even clark is starting to doubt bruces innocence and the jl has to kick him out and hes taken back to Arkham or for interrogation and then ANGST BRUCE BEING TORTURED FOR CONFESSION BUT HE STILL SWEARS HE DIDNT DO IT until its proven that he didnt do it

@bat-chik's Harvey Dent Visits Bruce in Arkham

"We can't even claim self defense," Harvey continued. "You-" "He has cancer." Harvey blinked at the non-sequitur, "What?" Finally, the orphaned Wayne turned and faced him, face blank, unconcerned about how much more this action would add to his sentencing. Unconcerned except for the steel eyes seething yet holding back so much hurt. Harvey remembered once again, with a small pang, why he had gotten a crush on Bruce in their college days. "Nygma. He has cancer. The only way to get medical care in Arkham is by ending up in the hospital wing." Bruce moved with all the weight of the world on his shoulders and sat in the bolted chair across from his lawyer, and life long friend.

Where are the Batkids in This?

pls consider. a dick greyson who gets tossed in arkham after tracking down and torturing then killing killing his parent's murderer. tiny and lost now that what was driving him is done. a bruce wayne who hasnt been in That long yet, not long enough for people to see him as a threat rather than just an oddity, who takes one look at that angry little kid and says "oh. oh that ones mine" and spends as much time with the kid as he can. and bruce Loves gotham, thats his whole drive. but to dick, gotham is nothing but the place his world crumbled. and i think this bruce never sat with his feelings of grief either. i think he always needed a cause. and i think he saw dick having lost his cause and tries to help him find another (id like to put forth escaping as a hobby, managing to get into Any part of arkham that he pleases especially with his athleticism and small size)

It would be funny if in the Arkham Prince AU, since all the kids are in there for being um - gremlins and down with murder - that Jason in this was the pacifist?

Re: Jason being the pacifist: "I will follow you forever because you killed him." Endlessly devoted Jason my beloved. If you give him one (1) positive attention he will light himself on fire to keep you warm. I love him so much. Self destructive king.

Tim committing a crime just to end up in Arkham and study the famed insane Bruce Wayne is actually startlingly in character for him...

Clarifying Asks:

when do you see him as getting committed? was he already batman? did he already have any of his kids? if not, what *happened* to those kids who never had bruce to fight for them?

Okay, but since Bruce is the Prince of Arkham, whats stopping his kids from being in there with him?

Oh I am sooooooooo curious about what Clark thinks about Arkham Bruce having a gaggle of prison murder children.…you ever think he’s asked Dick to give Clark flowers during one of his escapes????? Or is that too corny for them.

I've seen some Arkham Prince asks and responses referring to Bruce still being rich, but would he still be?

Additional Thoughts:

i am torn between the other Inmates Hating bruce (hes the picture of those who hurt them. a rich man who is just like them but gets Way less pain for it) and adoring him

Picture this, Alfred goes to see Haly's, sees another black haired blue eyed child losing his parents at just about the same age. Another feral child with murder in his eyes.

it’s extremely important to me to consider arkham prince bruce with longer, shaggy hair and a perpetual three-day beard

The smut in the Arkham Prince AU would be INSANE.

This Arkham Prince AU has folks in a choke hold but ya'll forget one thing. The Joker and Harley Quinn.

god i am just exploding thinking about bruce and sex in the arkham prince au. there is absolutely no way he’s not accustomed to exchanging sex for favors, information, anything he wants or needs. (additional thoughts on how Clark fits into this/Superbat)

Okay hi so my main source of Arkham knowledge is the Penguin show so I’m gonna ramble a bit about factions and divides and stuff. (Sofia Falcone expansion)

continuing my thoughts on Sofia Falcone coming off your great opinions to my last ask.

There is a parallel thread between Bruce and Sofia

#arkham prince #arkham prince au #batman #bruce wayne #dc #asks #anon #batfamily #clark kent #superman #superbat #jl #justice league #fic ideas #fic outline

558 notes · View notes

arkhambug · 4 months ago

Text

JASON TODD hearing you try to mask your accent

“and, that isn’t—,” you enunciate, and jason doesn’t even hear the rest of what you’re saying. your words are coated in some weird neutral accent, and he’s sure you’re not even trying to sound any specific way other than not how you do. you’d started off normal, with that pretty southern twang, but somewhere through the conversation it was like a switch was flipped and you’d eased yourself into whatever this was.

he tries to tune back in, to listen to what you’re saying, but his brows are knitted together, and his nose is crinkled, and he hates this. “the hell are you doin’, ma?”

“what do you mean?” you push out, trying so damn hard not speak how you’re used to, and every word is wrong, not how it should sound coming from that pretty mouth. and jason shoots you a look, one that very much conveys ‘you know damn well what’ with a heavy frown, and you cave in an instant.

you try to explain. that you don’t want to sound like a hick, or a country bumpkin, or uneducated, because you’re not uneducated. and there’s reasons, of course there are, and they’re all stupid to him. coworkers mocking you, or friends making a poorly timed joke. maybe an overheard conversation, just something. but the one that stands out the most is that you don’t want his friends, or his family, or him to think of you that way.

and that’s the most stupid, by far, because how could his brilliant, wonderful partner ever worry he’d think you’re uneducated? he’s seen your brain work, seen you solve things in half the time it takes him to, and that’s when you’re giving him a chance.

and he drags you to him, across the couch, and pulls your face into his chest, and kisses the crown of your head. and he sings your praises, a million words of reassurance — about how you’re the smartest person he’s ever met, about how he could never think that, about how he’d kick someones ass for even insinuating that you weren’t as brilliant as you were

and it doesn’t fix everything, but it makes it okay, even just for a minute. it helps.

yeah idk how to end this????

straight up was gonna just give up at the fifth paragraph and call it

but anyways!! im insecure abt my accent and i want a big ass sweet man to hold me and kiss me and tell me my accent is pretty and that it doesnt make me sound dumb like people say it do 💪💪

#— cicada speaks #RAHHH BACK ON MY BULLSHIT #got a request asking for more southern reader and jay so expect more bullshit later too #lowkey angst w comfort but it’s fine #i wnat him so bad #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jason todd #southern reader #jason todd x southern! reader

767 notes · View notes

ferigrievous · 2 months ago

Text

attractive things they do ; seijoh ver . ⋆˚࿔

oikawa ; talks with his hand. always moving them. even does that thing where he throws his arm across the passenger seat when backing up. doesn’t realize it, but half the time you’re watching his hands instead of listening to what he’s saying.

iwaizumi ; never lets anyone do anything if he can help it. could be something like undoing the net at the end of practice, or grabbing extra tissues at a restaurant. if he is able to, he’s going to do it himself. even if its from a ‘if you want it done right, do it yourself’ way of thinking, its still attractive how polite and otherwise selfless he is.

matsukawa ; texts back in voice memos. mentioned this in my mattsun hc post, but he basically never types. always sends long ass one to two minute voice messages, and half of it is just him thinking about what he was going to say.

hanamaki ; remembers your playlist order. he’ll ask you why you switched your number three and number five song like its the normalest thing in the world, and will go ‘fix’ it himself instead of waiting for an answer.

kyotani ; follows the sidewalk rule. used to do it because he believed it was his ‘job’ as a man, or as an elder brother and cousin, but ended up doing it so much that he does it with every single person. if they dont automatically follow what he’s doing, he’ll physically move them to the other side wordlessly.

yahaba ; always reads the instructions. he has to read the instructions out loud, then explain them, even if no one asked.it’s endearing in a control freak kind of way. that one person you know will always know what theyre doing, even if he doesnt like it.

kunimi ; falls asleep within seconds. you’ll get up to use the bathroom and he’ll wake up, have a full, conscious, conversation with you about what youre going to have for breakfast, and be asleep before you can even get to the door.

kindaichi ; checks if your cold. just sort of looks at you, then shrugs off his jacket and drops it in your lap without a word. acts like he didn’t even notice you were shivering. if you try to give it back, he’ll just shake his head and mumble something about how you probably need it more.

watari ; always sits on the floor. no matter where he is. within reason, of course. will not do this in a formal event. says it helps him stretch, but you know its because he wants someone else who needs it more to have it.

342 notes · View notes

gay-dorito-dust · 7 months ago

Note

hopefully tumblr doesnt eat this up again 😭

i was wondering how the batfam would reacted to getting caught watching edits of celebrity!reader

I’m just going to put them in a relationship with Celeb! reader just to make things easier for myself.

Dick doesn’t give a fuck if he’s caught watching edits of you! You’re his spouse of course he’s going to save each and every edit there was of you because it’s be a crime if he didn’t.

He’ll even show you the ones where he thinks you’re the hottest in shamelessly with a smile. He honestly can’t get enough of the edits that his FYP is filled with them and snippets of interviews that transition to the edits as well.

Dick has no shame in being caught because why would he? You deserve to have a thousand of edits in your name and Dick has one too many edits saved in his phone, so much so that your surprised his phone still somehow has storage for the next wave of edits that he’ll be saving should he deem them worthy.

‘Babe come look at this edit of you! You look hot!’ Is the most often used when Dick is showing off an edit of yourself to you in hopes of getting your opinions on it. You don’t mind people making edits, especially didn’t mind them now when Dick would shout ‘my spouse is fucking gorgeous! God damn’ out of seemingly nowhere.

You’re not even surprised when his Lock Screen is a live wallpaper of the edit itself, dick really didn’t have any problems showing you off in any capacity at all.

Jason is either calm with being caught or he’s wanting to strangle Roy because who else is going to rat him out to you about watching edits of you other than him?

‘Chipmunk I can explain-‘ Jason would start.

‘There’s no need, I know you watch edits of me sweetheart there’s nothing to be ashamed of at all.’ You tell him as you cuddle up to his chest. ‘It’s complete fine I’m not going to shame you in watching them, I think it’s flattering that you do.’ You add and Jason couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as he held onto you, kissing your forehead.

‘It’s not my fault you’re perfect and the edits happen to capture that beauty sweetheart.’ Jason replied and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you looked at him sweetly, not knowing how much more you could possibly love this beautiful man as much as you could, especially when his cheeks flush with a red colour while he scratched his nose sheepishly.

You didn’t mind that he was watching edits and while he was glad about that he was more than certain to watch them elsewhere, more specifically away from Roy before he can rat on him…again.

Tim is terrified the moment you catch him watching edits of you, so much so that he completely forgot to pause the edit as you stare at each other, accompanied by music playing in the background.

It’s hilarious to you but embarrassing to poor Tim who believes that you’d see him as a weirdo for watching them, but all you do is laugh and kiss the side of his head before fiddling his hair affectionately. ‘Watching edits of me are you? And here I thought you couldn’t get more adorable Timmy.’ You tease as you kiss his cheek.

‘You’re not weirded out?’ He’d ask, holding his phone to his shirt, not wanting you to know that he was more or less the one making them rather than watching them. He’s literally got several usb drives worth of edit material to make, no joke.

‘Nope just flattered.’ You replied before leaving Tim be before he passes out from embarrassment. Little did you know he’s making about ten more edits as we speak, all of which have to be perfect and he’ll watch them ten times over if he must, for no specific reason at all.

Bruce is just admiring his beautiful/ handsome spouse. That is all.

Alfred would’ve most likely told you that he’s been watching edits of you when you’re away. It’s adorable and you couldn’t help but smile at how your handsome boy has an hidden file on the bar computer dedicated to your edits. (Dick and Tim found it by pure accident and dick couldn’t hope but tell you about it.)

Needless to say you won’t see him watch the edits but you’ll hear from everyone else that he watches them and that about the closest you’ll get to catching him in the act of watching edits honestly. However don’t be surprised when you see a video from Stephanie of her filing Bruce somewhere as he watched the edits of you on the big screen of the bat computer, his eyes filled with pride and awe of his pretty/ charming spouse looking so effortlessly ethereal.

While you might not have caught him in the act yourself, you still found yourself smiling at Bruce smiling up at the edits of you -and sometimes him because you’re a power couple- as a warmth encased your whole being, buts that’s more than enough for you as it can act as your own little secret.

Damian is good at keeping his little secret safe, so you seeing him watch edits of you were slim to none, and even if you did you catch him in the act you would have to have been blessed by Lady Luck herself.

He’s a little embarrassed that you caught him in the act, mainly because he thought he was better than this to let his guard down to be caught in an act like this, then he’ll become irritated at the fact that you had came into his own room just to catch him watching edits of you.

‘You’re watching edits of me.’ You said.

‘And? Did you seriously come into my room to tell me that? What happened to respecting my privacy?’ He retorts, arms cross over his chest. He didn’t care that you caught him, he’s just more or less annoyed with his privacy being violated.

‘Sorry my sweet I should’ve knocked, but you haven’t answered my question.’ You apologised with a little hug and a kiss to his forehead and Damian found himself forgiving you in an instant as he brought you back into a short lived hug, hiding his flustered face in the depths of your neck, tightening his grip on you.

‘Tim hacked my phone.’ He says in response and you just let it slide, knowing that he’ll admit to it sooner or later and not when he’s being cornered into talking. You knew he watched the edits because he’s totally infatuated with his spouse and Damian knew it too, but wouldn’t dare tell you until this moment has passed you both by.

So until then he’ll watch the edits in secret because he can’t get enough of how gorgeous you looked in them.

960 notes · View notes

satoruhour · 2 years ago

Note

ur gonna get sick of seeing me in ur inbox lol but t i’ve been thinking a whole lot about sugar daddies and i need to know what the jjk men would be like as sugar daddies and what type of sugar baby they’d go for and and and their favourite things to do with you, both inside and outside the bedroom 💖 and how likely they are to fall in love and make u their wifey

a/n: i am so normal about jjk men. this shit is so long i got carried away. it’s too long that i’ll need to seperate and post nanami’s and toji’s part in a second post TT pt. 2 here

warnings: long piece, sugar daddy!au, discussions of kinks including daddy kink, creampies / breeding, public sex, exhibitionism, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, facials, cumshots, praise, degradation, dp, threesome, voyeurism, orgasm denial, overstimulation, lingerie, brat-taming, let me know if i missed anything. n*sfw under the cut

✶ GOJO

most annoying sugar daddy eva but he’s one of the fun ones where he feels like your best friend and sponsor all in one

i honestly see gojo not having a preference for specific sugar babies, but he doesn’t like babies who are ashamed of their relationship. like it’s one thing to be private of your relationship but another to introduce satoru as just your trust fund without alluding to your relationship

“he’s helping me with my university fees” like yeah any rich FRIEND could do that but it’s different from hooking an arm around his to introduce you two as a couple

sure maybe he may have blurred the lines at first when touches became more personal and whatnot but at this point he’s basically your boyfriend — even if you don’t want to explain the sugar daddy part, he still wants to be know as your partner and equal

you two “met” at an event where you were paid minimum wage for a waitress job, serving drinks to rich ppl and he’s so entranced with how you move. it’s not until later when he goes outside to accompany geto for a smoke that he sees you and your friends who worked the job together just talking and laughing in the parking lot while you rested your feet

it was cute and refreshing seeing your laughter after experiencing your stoic expression in the stuffy event even he didnt want to go to. since it was once of the first few events he started attending as a new CEO

made an impression by approaching you when your friends went in and your back was turned but you took him as a creep and screamed and punched him and he’s groaning while you just apologise profusely

it’s his fault, he knows, approaching in such a dark area but he doesnt mind the dark bruise forming on his nose bridge even when his best friend was laughing from a distance and youre helping him off the ground. your hands are so soft and your voice so sweet he swears he wants to protect you from the get go

after that whole hooha, he finds out youre still a uni student trying to pay off fees and randomly asks if you want to be his sugar baby and realises he wants you to be his gf when you’re playing some digimon video game at his house, enjoying your winter break. youre triumphant in the round and he grabs your wrist mid celebratory pose and pulls you to him

are you going to punch me for payback? gojo pfts and laughs, and just says just wanted to tell you i like you and LEAVES dude is so afraid of your answer until youre wrapping your arms arnd him from behind muttering out a finally and hearing the vibration of his chuckle

gojo wants his baby to ask for help when you needs it, and doesn’t mind being spoiled

LOVES to buy you flashy stuff. glittery, bright coloured things (that somehow still look classy) that scream expensive. gojo is very good at persuasion. he listens you dont like it however

i feel like the more he gets to know you, he understands your style more so while some of the things he buys are still fairly gaudy, you’re surprised every time he manages to purchase something that fits your preference. he’s gotten very good at it

gojo wires you money when he feels like it, whenever. he calls what he has a “sugar baby radar” and it’s just him thinking youre panicking over not having money for a textbook or something and just types in a random amount to transfer to you lol

he’s just a chill guy though, who wants to be a good boyfriend as he is a sugar daddy. like yeah he’s had sugar babies before and he enjoys giving but you’ve always hooked him in from day one and he realises he doesn’t just want to give you money but love too

gojo wants a bit of balance in the relationship as well — so he accompanies you to fashion stores to try on clothes but he would also love it if you followed him to tailor stores or watch stores for normal CEO stuff

you roll your eyes but actually you love every suit he changes into, and you always think of taking him right there

he LOVES his sunglasses that’s one thing he’s always dragging you to look at

and then there is interests that involve the both of you: lingerie shopping lol, jewellery, etc

he gets you a little G.S. initial necklace for your second anni and it looks so cute on you

clingy and so annoying bout it. you love it tho, seeing such a rich guy babble out five more minutes with hair sticking out everywhere.

he surrenders to you easily in the way he lets you crash his place whenever you’re cramming for an exam, or just needs some comfort. his things becomes yours very easily and he smiles when he finds himself wanting to learn how to cook properly when you’re sleeping in

likes to buy lingerie that matches his eyes, but ofc also picking your preferred colour. but seeing the fabric that matches the blue of his eyes drives him crazy, but also he gets to say “my eyes are always on you” and it’s just a reference to how there’s baby blue lingerie on you

HES SO LAME . i swear to god.

also a little bit of a boomer when it comes to younger slang and whatnot and it’s endearing to see when he’s supposed to be a CEO but you can’t help but laugh when he asks you for help on what fomo meant

very open on topics that touchy subjects or sensitive things. he may appear loud and annoying but he’s got depth to him due to his hardships since he was young. like yeah sure a guy who already was in line to take over his father couldn’t have hardships when he was young but he’s always despised this line of work. satoru is still finding a way to break off from his toxic family business to create his own, something that wont come without blackmail and scandals

the first time you heard this you were surprised because you had never seen gojo so serious before. he mentions it’s not obligatory for you to open up as well, but you mumble along about always struggling with money and working jobs to make ends meet. it’s not detrimental, but sometimes you wish there was someone treating you to a small meal or drink

this vulnerable state was early on in your relationship as well, and as you two go along, gojo is so grateful to be able to take care of you. it strengthens your relationship as well, because while you have your funny, hysterical moments, being vulnerable with your sugar daddy turned boyfriend is everything you could ask for

gojo realises the first time he might put a ring on you was when you guys had sex that was intense and broke the headboard LMFAO you two laughed about it during it, but during aftercare you’re patting his chest, telling him how you’ll end work early to meet him at IKEA to get a new one tomorrow — that simple act of going with someone to find furniture like ohhhh my god he was so whipped

like it’s one thing to buy clothes and material things but when you said that, flashes of your possible married life flashed before his eyes and he wants to say i love you but finds you’re already asleep. he can’t wait to actually move out of his family sponsored home into an apartment with you. gojo doesn’t care if it’s smaller than mansions and penthouses. if you’re happy, he is.

n*sfw hc’s below

gojo is open to a lot of things regarding your sex life. he didn’t want to scare you when you first started out but when he found out you’re just as much of a freak as he is he’s going to pound town baby!

not big on the daddy kink ngl (and he also because he’s too pathetic to be called a daddy), but loves using it in the context of cumming in you and breeding you and the prospect of you being pregnant with his child.

even if it’s not on his checklist right now, he just loves the filthiness and saying things like that

loves to fuck in bathrooms of important events, the cold marble against your skin making you freeze up as your eyes can hardly focus on your reflection. you’re just thankful you were able to find the ‘cleaning’ sign to prevent anyone from entering

loves to tease you and threaten to take away his black card and youre whining. hes annoying, asking you to use your words and youre begging to cum on his fingers.

very playful in the bedroom but he’s always calling you his dumb baby who loves getting fucked stupid by him until theres only money and him on your mind

loves it when you wear the extensions to the G.S. initial necklace, buying four more initials: two for your wrist, two for your ankles so he can hear it jingle when you stroke his cock while your flick your tongue at his tip

r hear it next to his ear when your legs are on his shoulder as he rails into you

on a funnier note he would totally fuck you on a bed of money. just for shits and giggles

loves to film you especially in his office, whether you’re playing with yourself or sucking him off or getting fucked he loves it so much bc of the fact he’s so unprofessional in a professional setting

gojo likes it when you initiate sex, especially in places that are risky and pretty public. his office is a starter, coming in dressed in a tight pencil skirt to mirror his insufferable PA who kept making advances on him. she was demoted the very next day LMFAO

but yeah you wore the skirt to provoke him, pulling his tie over the table while a stocking clad knee rests on his wooden desk. there’s a confidence in you he’s never seen before and he just cant resist flicking his eyes down to the suffocating button up shirt you’ve got on

satoru doesn’t care that his whole office can hear you moan out his name or the slaps of his balls on your ass. or doesn’t really care about the construction workers looking at you two go at it like rabbits from the opposite building

the heat of the glass paired with your body that feels on fire is enough to make you lightheaded but the eyes and ears peeking in on your intercourse is so thrilling to you bc you know gojo can just pay them off to shut the fuck up

loves you on your knees giving him head when he’s in an important meeting, the swirl of your tongue feeling so good on his length

but what’s more he loves giving you head even more. doesnt matter where. office table, washing machine, bed, he’s so in love with your cum and cunt and has to eat you out at least once a day

gojo loves to cum in you but also on your face, especially if you wear glasses. seeing his white hot cum splattered on your lenses and your face while your tongue darts out to lick some of it off he swear there’s a few more blobs of cum that seeps out from his tip

warnings for drabble: reader has glasses, pet names, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, face-fucking, praise, facial, cum eating, semi-public sex

“baby— sweetness, oh my g-god…” gojo whines out, once the board members are out of the meeting room, rolling his chair back slowly while you follow on your knees, cock still in your mouth. he’s glancing down at you with such need you’d think you’re the one leading the relationship, the hands in your hair tightening when you lick down his shaft before taking one of his balls in his mouth, sucking at the sack while pumping him.

the long acrylic nails that he paid for are on display along with your G.S. bracelet as you pump his dick, slick, wet noises fill the spacious meeting room. gojo almost wants to say something but your head descends on his large cock again, taking him right to the back of your mouth when his tip hits your throat and you struggle to keep your eyes open as you breathe through your nose.

“fuuckk… that’s it. take me s’well,” satoru moans at the tears forming at your waterline, pulling your head off for a moment for you to catch your breath and you know what he wants to do, because his hips cannot resist one bit whenever you’ve got his dick in your mouth. slowly, he starts to move his body off the office chair, thrusting up into your waiting, obedient mouth and he moans so loud he isn‘t surprised someone hasn’t come in already.

“so wet and warm, princess— s-shit, can’t wait to fuck your cute little pussy,” he has a foul mouth, and you moan around his length at the words, hands tensing around his thighs as he continued to fuck your face. gojo is so rough that your glasses are messed up, tilting to one side but you continue to feel up his body. you would get fired like this, sucking the cock of someone who has their pants pulled down halfway while wet, gurgling noises fill the space. but you knew the CEO, the man who’s now whining out your name as his hips start to stutter, eyes scrunched up in pure pleasure before forcing you off his cock, hands stroking his leaking cock in quick movements. you adjust your glasses like a good girl, sticking out your tongue as you admire the sight before you. want my cum all over your face, angelface?

satoru whimpers out that he’s gonna cum! with his heavy, beautiful cock out, pumping harshly before he shoots his load all over you, spilling his white, viscous liquid all over your face and glasses and you swallow whatever that’s close to your mouth and tongue, darting out to lick up the heavy ball of cum still leaking from his sensitive tip, and he jolts on your tongue.

you giggle, hand closing around his length once more and gojo just groans at its warmth. he loves it, he loves everything ’bout you and he can’t wait to turn over the tables later when he hears you say, “again.”

✶GETO

doting sugar daddy!!! out of sex life he’s the most ‘giving’, but he has his moments of depriving you of things because you being a brat but yes he’s the softest in the normal context of a relationship

similarly, not much preference for sugar babies but he wouldn’t like babies who ask for too much? idk if that makes sense but it’s more of being given so many options of a type of clothing or bag but still whining to want something more expensive

like the money doesn’t bother him but it’s more of your attitude regarding material things. can’t stand babies who are rotten to the core and are actually spoiled that it ruins the act of him giving you things and of you asking for things because no matter what he buys you’re not satisfied

it also pisses him off if it carries into your way of treating people, dragging him away from his co-workers to only want him for yourself, that sort of thing

yea… that. unfortunately he’s had his fair share of babies like that, bc he’s so generous they end up so spoiled and terrible that even now he’s still getting texts from them. poor guy

he likes if you’re able to bite back with your own sort of fire, he doesnt expect you to if you dont like to but it turns him on seeing you shout at a co-worker for gossiping about your relationship perhaps

he met you through your intern position at his company, and it’s been a few weeks before you’re confused at why the CEO wanted to see you

hes not one to rush into relationships but he was so interested in seeing you react to being asked to be his sugar baby that he blurts it out and slaps his hand on his mouth. “wrong thing. my bad”

when you’ve been under his care for a few months, he sees how hard you work while completing other assignments at lunch, he wants you to surrender to him when you need the comfort. lets you sleep in his office and reluctantly stroked your hair, shaking when you lean into the affection. ends up sleeping on the floor watching you and gets massive back pain and suffocates when you fall onto your boss at 7am in the morning

unfortunately the two of you were not exactly on the same page that day. you thought it was a one off thing. geto thinks youre already dating. this goes on for a few weeks ;;;

geto NEEVERR asked you out so you were surprised to find that geto wanted to be like, an actual boyfriend and an actual date when he showed you a piece of paper and it was like a new pottery studio that opened down the road

and he just says “i thought we already were dating?????”

yeah like he wasnt giving you more things than usual and being more touchy with you. you didnt want to read into it too much okay!!!!

but it’s fine, because geto was one of the best boyfriend you ever had. youre convinced he would be a great bf even if you werent in this sugar daddy / baby arrangement

geto likes to show you off quietly, a hand on your back and your thigh, or a whisper to your ears that it has the other workers talking, but you don’t mind when the things he says are sometimes the sweetest things. they’re also filthy.

it isnt bc he doesn’t want to show you off, but he likes the attention and gossip when you enter his office for the nth time that day and the eyes on him like he’s committing a crime. he likes the eyes that follow you knowing they can't have you. but he pays them, so they can’t say much

suguru loves to buy things that are for his eyes, going back to the ‘showing you off quietly’ part, like paying for a tattoo on your lower back, an anklet that’s sometimes hidden in your shoe, a belly button piercing, lingerie, he loves it

ofc he loves buying you clothes and dresses too, but he sometimes gets a bit jealous of everyone’s eyes on you so they’re sometimes a little less revealing than you would like

ok i should clarify too: he LIKES everyone’s eyes on you only when he knows he can show and tell them that youre his. but how tf is he supposed to do that with a mere dress??? u get what i mean

he’s not going to be an asshole and not let you wear a revealing piece of apparel that you like tho! but just know what you’ll be getting later at night lol

geto is very on trend as an older person, sometimes sending you tiktok trends you can do or updating you on conventions or events that you are interested in

he likes routine, so everyday he’ll be transferring a set amount of money to you for your daily allowance but sometimes you dont even use it all so it just piles up in your account lol

and he is observant, always wiring you more money than usual if you’re going out with your friends or meeting a friend for a bday, sacrificing his time to learn about your major so he can help you in whatever way he can !!! he’s that sort of bf

gives you handmade gifts sometimes!! it’s soooo endearing when he makes time for it and gives you something that isnt bought w/ money. likes to do those photo ones bc theyre ones that mean more to him, but he also rlly likes writing letters under them and giving you like a seven page letter talking bout why youre a blessing to him

is pretty stylish when he’s not in his suits. likes to wear baggy clothes like he’s nineteen again and he looks young enough to pull it off so you two always look cool when you two go out

weirdly his personality at work and on dates is vastly different from each other. you think that maybe he wants to keep work, work. but later on in the relationship you both realise it’s how you’re so easy-going to be around that he doesn’t have to be dominating with you??? like he’s so okay with you putting bunny ears on him or having his arm hooked around yours instead. basically he’s very comfortable in his masculinity and he wishes he could be like that at work too, but the finance bros would be questioning why this guy was even their CEO

geto listens to you easily. and like i said hes observant, bringing you a glass of water when you’re coughing or opening the blinds of his office when you’re reading. the smile you give him after every favour he does is enough reward for him, and he really doesn’t mind doing all those things for you either.

basically worships you, so when you’re suggesting that his company start having courses for men to learn how to be proper human beings (following your question of why he’s so diff at work vs with you), he’s immediately setting up a meeting to achieve that. the guys who are borderline misogynists obviously leave immediately and hes just like. why didnt i think of that b4????

is always always thinking of you. he’s become so distracted in meetings and conversations sometimes and your spell on him is hypnotising.

the first time he realises he properly loves you (and also wants to marry you) is when you two make love. like yes you’ve fucked and shit but it happens inside a shower where you offered to wash his hair. it’s cute seeing you stand on a small stool to reach his height, but the feel of your fingers massaging the shampoo into his scalp is soooo good. and from there he lets you wash his body with the loofah too, scrubbing down every inch until ofc one thing leads to another

he thinks it was your hands that held so much love, washing his body that the sex was slow and had a lot of feelings laced with it.

he also didn’t want to fall, though. but you slipped a little after coming the first time and geto was able to catch you in time. you shared giggles and a little kiss and he thinks that maybe this life forever with you would be one of the best things to happen to him

his resolve solidifies later when he’s calling his usual tiler to retile the showering part of the bathroom and when he ends the call he just goes would i do this for anyone else?

yeah probably not — and so geto buys a ring the very next day

n*sfw hc’s below

very comfortable with letting you take the lead if you want to, but usually likes to be the one running the show

like gojo he is very open to things but only if you’re okay with it. like you have to be the one to bring it up or he’s afraid he’ll scare you lol

gets turned on easily, but he’s very good at hiding it. like the day you wore a revealing dress to his office. it was so difficult not to moan out when he sees you walk through the door. he wanted to stand up and kiss you SO bad but he was in a zoom meeting with potential clients lmfao

but he made sure you knew you wouldnt be teasing him and getting off so easily that day after he asks you to stay where you were and he ended up making up some lame excuse of having another meeting anyway before he leaves the call and locks the door and slams you against it and he hikes up your dress as he places a leg on his shoulder

geto eats you out right then and there

also rmb how i said he gets jealous of ppl staring at you? well suguru loves it if it were to happen in a sexual context and he gets to fuck you in front of everybody. he just cant show them you belong to him at a normal event in a dress he bought, but he’s totally fine with pounding you from behind and letting them watch as you get ruined with tears and mascara running down your face

can be really mean behind doors if he’s not sweet with you. you like to tease him!!!! Sometimes you’re punished for it!!!! geto loves both ends of the spectrum: denying you your high and overstimulating you. he only ever denies you if youre being a brat but usually he likes to make you cum on his tongue multiple times before he’s fucking you

he enjoys your face of want and need, either grinding against him to cum (denial) or pushing him away despite your body wanting it (overstim)

sometimes makes you work for your allowance and tells you to tell him who’s fucking you so good just for some money in your pocket. your pussy is too good so he was going to give it to you anyway

is not opposed to voyeurism. usually he brings his best friend over to fuck you and bc he’s a whiny bitch, geto gets off to both of you fucking like dogs in heat with a slow pace to his hand. often initiates threesomes with gojo and makes him the middle man, fucking him while gojo fucks you and he loves it every time. sometimes he makes gojo watch the two of you too

but he also loves it when you take two cocks in you, him up your pussy bc youre his, first and foremost, while satoru takes your ass.

regarding sex, suguru likes it when you take the reins to pleasure yourself. he gets off seeing you use him as ive mentioned in the previous drabble, and just like the denial / overstim part, loves to see your mouth contort into an ‘o’ along with your rolled back eyes. bounce on his dick, ride his face, slobber over his cock while you rub your clit, he fuckin loves it

not big on the daddy thing either, but it depends on his mood tbh. im not sure how that works but he likes when you use it when youre deep in subspace and just going limp as he fucks you and all can manage is moaning out small “daddy’s” helplessly

warnings for drabble: gojo watches, sub!gojo, voyeurism, insinuation of stsg, exhibitionism, m! masturbation, overstimulation, semi-public sex, oral (f and slight m receiving) / cunnilingus, clit stimulation, pet names, praise, cum eating, implied threesome + 2nd round

“suguru— no, f-fuck, they’re gonna hear!” you muffle your moans with your mouth, hand clasped tight onto your lips while you’re pressed up against the door. you’ve been like this for three orgasms already, legs shaking while you struggle to keep your knees from buckling under you. it’s like geto doesn’t even care how the office door is so thin, occasional thumps occurring from how geto pushes you against the wood. the workers outside obviously know what’s going on, but they don’t dare say a word.

“let me enjoy this, princess,” he manages to say quickly before going back to slurping up your juices, but while you think your situation is bad, you’re glancing over to gojo in geto’s office chair, hand stroking his cock languidly, but every so often you can see how satoru thrusts his hips into the air, needing anything but his own hand right now. “and keep eye contact with satoru.”

geto purrs out his best friend’s name, pulling your hips towards his relentless mouth as your arousal drips down your inner thighs and legs. across you, there’s gojo who looks like he wants to touch the both of you so terribly, but is only subjected to tearful eyes and his warm hand that doesn’t compare to suguru’s or your mouth, little pants leaving his mouth. he watches as you grind your hips into his best friend’s mouth, the obscene noises of your sopping wet cunt makes him twitch in his hand.

“babygirl… suguru…” he whines out, sweat dripping down his body at the stuffiness of the office while the slick noises of him stroking his length reverberates throughout the room. geto hums at his begging voice, but only sucks on your clit harder and it makes you moan out, hands getting lost in his long black hair while your eyes are threatening to roll to the back of your head. the only ground you have now is satoru’s bright blue ones, a shiver going through you when he whimpers out your name

“you’re doing so well, s-satoru… shit,” you’re calling out to the white-haired male who locks eyes with you, both turned on at such a sight: the sweaty hair stuck to your face and your beautiful sounds, the flush on gojo’s cheeks and his angry tip that’s leaking pre-cum. “suguruu… oh my god—”

“yeah?” he speaks in between slobbering all over your pussy, “so fuckin’ wet for me, baby,” flicking and playing with your puffy, sensitive clit with his tongue until you hunch over him on a particular lick, the leg over his shoulder squeezing him so much that it cramps and you’re cumming suddenly and you’re forgetting about satoru and everyone outside. your head slams so hard against the door that you get a little lightheaded, but the crashing of your fourth orgasm is all you can fixate on as your body shudders and incessant whines escape your mouth.

“my favourite meal of the day,” geto smiles from below you and grins when you mumble out how it’s more of his fourth meal of the day, taking a hand from his hair before he places a kiss on the back of it and spares a glance towards gojo who’s close to crying.

with a nod from suguru, you’re walking on shaky legs before kneeling before satoru, wrapping your lips ’round his tip and that’s all it takes for him to cum, shooting ropes upon ropes of hot semen down your throat as you stroke his base. the other is bucking his hips into your mouth at the sensitivity, moaning out both your name and suguru’s.

“attagirl.” you slyly smile at the praise that befalls on your ears before showing both of them the cum that’s left on your tongue, already excited for the next round.

4K notes · View notes

lubrumalis · 11 months ago

Text

ghost character analysis

tw: spoilers from ghost mw2 comics, nsfw, dead dove do not eat, mature content.

this is pretty much a part 2 to ghost headcanons except with more lore and analysis (im still not sure if reboot ghost has the same backstory as the og ghost).

ghost is not a cold, calculated, ruthless man. maybe in a separate au or something, but theres a huge difference between ghost and simon riley. in fact, we need to understand that the reason he even chose ghost as a new name for himself is because of all that's happened to him. his family got killed, he got tortured by roba, and had to eliminate many men on his own. before that he was simon, not ghost. in the comic he literally calls the child hostages he was saving ‘sweetheart’ and ‘love’. hes not that mean and cold yall

we know that PTSD does shit to it's victims, ghost lost his entire family and had no one. think of it as a coping mechanism to have a new name to be known as.

ghost is a ruthless killer. simon is just some guy.

ghost sets himself to an incredibly high standard of discipline. i think it's intuitive that military boys will need to be punctual and organized to some degree, but ghost takes this to a whole other level. considering his father's abusive behavior (explained by his disturbing statements said to simon, is a drug addict, and beats simons mom) his home life was likely chaotic as a child.

in the mw2: ghost comic (issue #3) it specifically stated the following: "discipline, precision, control. these are what riley built his whole life on. break those down and the dark stuff begins to ooze out..." again, this is probably a form of trauma response to his childhood.

so what does this lead to? well firstly, this probably means his room is incredibly tidy and organized (monotone design i know :,c).

would never in his life touch drugs. this is a promise he made to himself.

also kinda proves that ghost aint a reckless guy. he thinks things through before doing it.

ghost isn’t that hypersexual. theres no way of knowing his history with women, but i like to think ghost is not that horny 24/7 and needs a fuckbuddy. in the mw2 comic, he was on a mission and was in an area full of prostitutes (wasn’t actively on duty, but on his way) when they tried to hit on him he politely rejects one of them, and later tells them to fuck off😀 so yea contrary to popular belief i dont think he really enjoys one night stands or the idea of being entertained by random women. in fact, i hc he might actually be a virgin or just have a really low body count.

ghost is a feminist!😁 (misandrist too). ok let me reword that, ghost doesnt like men and respects women. one of the reasons why he doesn’t want to be around prostitutes and do one night stands (his father killed a hooker in front of him, very traumatic) is because he thinks the concept of quick, casual sex is not good for society and dilutes the value of meaningful relationships. but also, remember the discipline, precision, control thing? its apart of his principle. but also, in the comic, sparks (soldier he worked with) knocked out and attempted to rape a woman, ghosts literally looked disgusted and called the police (also why he’d never do that himself, i dont get the hcs that say he does). ghosts seen how his dad treated his mom and absolutely hates abusers. anyways onto misandry—i think ghost internally thinks men are violent and disgusting (ghosts would choose the bear over the man, even though hes a man) mainly because throughout his military career majority of the bad stuff hes seen was done by men, so hes much more relaxed in a room of women vs man. ghost thinks his dad is the epitome of pure evil (canon! he said this to his therapist). this doesn’t mean hes scared or hates all men tho!

ghost isn’t close with tf141… including soap. now before you attack me let me explain. sure, he trusts them to some degree, but i dont think they naturally just hangout when they’re not deployed. in the end we need to understand they are SAS soldiers, they are working a real job that mainly consists of them shooting and dismantling others. considering ghosts betrayal in the past (in the comic, a few soldiers ghost previously worked with killed his entire family 😢) he isn’t gonna just trust his teammates because theyre his teammates. im also pretty sure they all live in different cities while not deployed. tf141 probably all want to separate their job from their personal lives, which includes each other. but onto soap, i dont think him and ghost have a deep brotherly relationship. but i think they care about each other, but exchanging some dad jokes and bantering doesn’t mean they’re suddenly soulmates or brothers. think about it… you and you’re co worker joke around sometimes, never hangout outside of work, and now people are shipping you and calling the two of you besties. makes no sense.

ghost is extremely patriotic. in the comic (i reference this way too much but theres SOOO MUCH LORE i recommend reading it) ghost tells his teammates the reason for joining the military: queen and country, right after 9/11. he also said “the world has changed”. interestingly enough army enlistment did actually skyrocketed after 9/11 attacks, ghost was among them. he probably thought ww3 was about to happen, or that ‘theres no more peace’ or whatever. i hc being obsessed with soccer too lmao and getting mad if english teams dont win. also his playful banter with johnny “get us a tea?”. probably very proud of his british heritage.

ghost doesn’t have much friends. hes a really, reallyyyyy lonely guy. i hc him as an introvert in the first place, but trust issues make this worse. in the comic, he was literally in the newspaper for killing his family and then killing himself (he didnt, he was framed that way tho) so its likely most of his formers friends probably think hes dead. ghost likely got some sort of amnesty or exemption from the military after knowing he didn’t actually kill his family, but whats in the news stays true to the public. even if he does have friends he probably doesn’t share feelings with them or form a long term bond.

ghost is extremely cynical. this is obvious tbh, but i think ghost believes hes going to die in the middle of a battlefield, shot or stabbed, a painful death, body left to rot for weeks, and no one to remember him. just like that. and he accepts that fact too.

ghost isn’t a picky eater. growing up in an abusive household where his parents couldn’t hold a stable job, he had to eat what there was. some days he settles for cheap beans and toast and when people call him out for it, he tells em to fuck off😀

ghost is emotionally fucked up, probably kind of depressed. i mean this guys been through hell: got sa’d, buried alive, had to dig through underground dirt and worms with a jawbone, tortured in horrible ways, had his entire family killed, abusive dad, and the weight of his grey morales because he killed lots of people as a soldier. wow! would you look at that list, itd be more strange if he wasn’t emotionally fucked up after was has happened😅. even when tortured, seeing his family dead, ghost was never shown to have cried in the comic. i hc hes emotionally numb. however, i do think hes emotionally MATURE and able to communicate his emotions, but hes still emotionally fucked. for example a scene where he was talking about his experience with roba (guy who tortured ghost) and ghosts father to a therapist. i think ghosts may be traumatized, but this doesn’t stop him from attempting to get help and communicating how he feels and thinks about this world.

ghost wears a mask... not because hes insecure and traumatized it's to separate ghost from simon riley. first of all he learned the consequences of revealing your identity during deployment, in the comic, he reveals his face in missions before his family got killed. i think he wears a mask because 1) its practical, no one knows who he is, 2) an analogy for himself to remind him simon riley, his original identity, was dead the moment his family was murdered, this SAS soldier with a skull mask is GHOST (yes this is canon, ghost references in the comic!).

in issue #1 while some kids were being held hostage, he starts telling his life story to them to calm them down/distract them from the bad situation. this is his explanation to why he wears a skull mask, word by word: "I bet you're wondering why I wear these bones on my face. It's a tribute to an old friend of mine. He's dead now, but man if he wasn't the baddest motherfucker on the planet."

in issue #6, when ghost was trekking through a jungle in the middle of nowhere attempting to kill roba (a drug lord that started this all, brainwashed soldiers to kill ghosts family), he was never caught. ghost himself, the narrator, says that "even for a single man to get through the jungle, the patrols, the wall, the security... well that man would have to be a ghost."

however, im still a little confused whether or not reboot ghost and 2009 have the same backstories. reboot ghosts mask is more realistic and his look is much more intimidating, his reason for wearing that kind of mask is probably psychological warfare (getting milena the financier to speak up about makarov). i think 2009 ghosts reason to wearing a mask is more personal compared to reboot.

BUT WHAT ABOUT AN S/O???

i think ghost is the guy to not have one in the first place. obviously. but i lowkey think if he had one and really liked them, he would commit. in fact i find it hard to imagine hes a player or isn’t serious about relationships. when his brother tommy got addicted to drugs and fucked up his life, simon quit the military until tommy got 100% better and married. yup. he stayed to help him recover, for years. thats how loving and committed this man is🥹🥹.

ghost would not cheat on his s/o. i can't stress how important this hc is, because it's so out of character for him to do so. sure, guys in the military statistically have higher divorce rates, incidences of infidelity, and much more red flag stuff, but knowing what happened to him, he would never do that. doesn't matter how stressed, lonely, sexually frustrated this man is; he would not cheat on his partner. this guy has been through far more stressful situations and got through it, you think hes gonna cheat because hes stressed because of work?

its not sunshine and rainbows or absolute toxicity being with him. it's not really a mix of both either. ghost isn't that princess treatment, super squishy and cuddly, sweet guy who likes fluffy stuff. he definitely isn't the toxic guy who leaves you with mixed signals either.

hes quite the gentleman when it comes to approaching relationships, hes seen how his dad treated his mom, and ghost wants to do the exact opposite. i believe ghost likes to use the traditional courting methods when dating someone: gifting flowers, paying for dates, holding the door open (ladies first typa guy!!), the old fashioned stuff. idk if i should point it out again but this guy DOES NOT FW modern dating practices, he wouldn't download dating apps, or start 'talking stages'. i dont think he would write love letters just because hes not very good at writing poetry or expressing his feelings in the first place.

theres still downsides to being with him. the long distance, the time being apart (months and months). but i dont think he'd go as far as being emotionally avoidant.

also something really random ive noticed is that 2009 and reboot ghost are very different, personality wise. i like to think that 2009 ghost represents simon riley much better, but the reboot ghost actually gives the essence and character of what a 'ghost' in the military is.

more random headcanons:

simon prefers dogs over cats because dogs are loyal and stay with you until the end (stereotypically)

hates snakes and spiders

probably wouldn’t do 50/50 on dates, he pays!

avoids saying manchester slang when deployed

drinks and smokes. not always. he’s disciplined but he still does that stuff.. hes a british guy in his 30s whos kinda depressed, grew up with adults around him smoking 24/7, whatd you think😀😀 (its canon that most of tf141 smoke anyway)

listens to 80’s rock music. its canon that his mom enjoys the band siouxsie and the banshees :)), he probs does too

shaves his beard

is actually confident hes not bad looking. dude, hes 6’2, in shape with a jawline🙄

i don't enjoy hcs of ghost being the scariest out of tf141 (appearance wise yes). but soap seems much more scary imo, he was the youngest guy to pass SAS selections in the history of the UK military, and was nicknamed soap because of fast and good he is at cleaning up 'messes' (basically killing people).

id arguably say ghost is the most compassionate out of 141, if we're talking about the OG 2009 one.

934 notes · View notes

tailsz · 2 years ago

Text

Demon slayer men boyfriend headcannons‼️

(NSFW INCLUDED)

——————————

Includes : Tanjiro , Zenitsu , Inosuke , Tomioka , Sanemi , Tengen , Obanai , Muzan , Akaza , Douma , and Kokushibo

(this is my first post so bear with me AND english isn’t my first language so sorry for mistakes!)

—————————————————————————————————————

Tanjiro!

okay so we ALL know this guy has the sweetest heart so expect a lot of lovely dovey gestures such as….

Cute little morning letters if he leaves before you or you just don’t work as a demon slayer!

something along the lines of “i made you breakfast eat it before it gets too cold!! I hope you have a lovely day and i love you so so much”

(if ur parents are still alive 😍) he will absolutely win them over EVEN IF THEYRE THE MOSG HARDCORE PEOPLE EVERRR

he has a way with people what can you say

multiple lunch dates a week are a must! you guys go out and try as as many restaurants when you guys go on missions together if ur a demon slayer!

if not he will personally bring you takeout from his missions!

you and nezeko bonded a lot and she LOVES when you play with her hair it makes her sleepy ASAP (tanjiro walked in during the middle of this and his heart almosy exploded)

for y’all’s free time you both decided to try new hobbies together like Yoga, art , dancing ETC ITS VERY CUTE MOMENTS!

NSFW!

he’s a soft dom! but if you bring up the thought of you topping him he will NOT object

OH HE IS SUCH A ROMANTIC IN BED

Sex with him is literally the embodiment of “love making” because he showers you with love and pleasure

MISSIONARY 100% OF THE TIME

he is vanilla but that doesn’t matter because he’s drowning you with praises and caressing your perfect body <3

his aftercare is literally going to heaven and back

he’ll massage you and whisper sweet nothings into your ears

THIGHS GUY

———————————————

Zenitzu!!

at the beginning he’s really REALLY awkward

might even like be hella weird towards you (because you’re the first woman/man he’s ever been perused as romantically)

SO GIVE HIM TIME HE’LL GET THERE

Once he does he will quite LITERALLY will kill everyone in a room and then himself for you

you are his princess (your also his knight and shining armor because… well… it’s zenitzu…)

1000% shows you off like a medal of honor to ANYONE AND I MEAN ANYONE

this one time he was blabbing about you to a stranger to the point where said stranger just respectfully told him he doesn’t care

you had to STRAP HIM DOWN to prevent bodily injuries

he likes taking afternoon walks with you , he really enjoys the beautiful site with his beautiful partner

he randomly picks up flowers from the ground and gives them to you because they reminded you of him!

NSFW!!

he is a switch with a bottom preference

the thought of you just absolutely demolishing him will get his body all fuzzy and tingling 🤭

reverse cowgirl is his FAVORITE POSITION OF ALL TIME HANDS DOWN

the nights when it’s not just pleasure he likes to top you and take things slow to show you just how much you mean to him

as well as absolutely showering you with corny praises (he’s so silly!)

HIS AFTER CARE IS ODD

if he’s SPENT he will most likely pass out leaving you in charge of aftercare

if not he’ll just cuddle u to sleep

(totally not because that means he’ll see u naked again in the morning)

TITS GUY

—————————————————————

inosuke!

he didn’t comprehend the fact that you 2 we’re dating 🧍🏽‍♀️

you had to explain to him and half way through the was flustered and asked you to SQARE UP?? (HE HAD A NO IDEA HOW TO RESPOND TO THAT)

like zenitsu he was also very much awkward if not more at the start of the start of the relationship

But not awkward in a hes shy way

NO HES AWKWARD BECAUSE HE DOESNT WANT TO SHOW??? FEELINGS??

because that’s gross

Tanjiro and Zenitsu had to help the guy to at least an OUNCE of a romantic

he’s really not much of one though

his idea of dates or romance of training or fighting w/ you!

you don’t really mind but if it does get to a point where it bothers you by the lack of romance

HE WILL TRY (key word TRY) to be more affectionate towards you!

he sees a pretty rock? it’s yours!

he sees a pretty branch it’s yours!

he sees a cute cayote? It’s you-

the time he actually brought you one you almost SHAT yourself 😓

NSFW!!

oh he’s a dom

he views smexy time as a challenge

so you bringing up the idea of topping is you trying to WIN and he would rather DIE than lose

again the concept was a foreign area to him

and if you both get to the sexual parts for a relationship , he will seek guidance from you!

(while also refusing for you to demonstrate for him because he “knows what he’s doing” 😒

what’s aftercare?

he does not do it at first meaning you are doing it

after a while he’ll start picking up after you and do it himself

(if you tease him about it he will throw you off the bed)

ASS GUY

—————————————————————

Tomioka!

When he asked you out he said

“will you take my hand in a relationship”

it’s as serious as it sounds

he is comfortable as soon as you begin the relationship because of 2 reasons

for him to consider a relationship with you , you’d guys would’ve have to know eachother for a while

and because if you didn’t want him you would’ve said no

AND SINCE YOU DIDNT😍

hes 100% sure you guys will be just fine WHICH YOU ARE :D

little small gestures of affection from you will get his heart flipping like—

holding his hands ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU BEGING CONTACT WITH PINKY TOUCH 😓

(he’s touch starved FEED HIM)

the one time you begged him to let you style his hair was the day that he won’t let you do anything else BUT that

he loves how your fingers feel against his head

sending tingles down his spine of safety yk?

he carries anything you give him in his haori (like little charms!)

he likes it when you whisper sweet nothings into his ears it gets him all giggly

NSFW!!

he is a switch with no preference

he will be whatever you want him to be 😍

when he top’s he can get carried away with eagerness

when you guys have sex he very much loses his mind which is why he can be rough when he tops

HOWEVER WHEN HE BOTTOMS JESUS CHRIST

He will be a whimpering mess

being your little slut asking for more n more <3

being a hashira he can and WILL last very long

he’s 1000% into hair pulling both giving n reviving

as u guys last longer n longer into the relationship he will be more open to risks 😍

(like public sex)

this one time did the deed in a public bathroom in a restaurant while the rest of the hashiras were waiting on the food 🤭

He will run a bath for the 2 of you afterwards and fall asleep in each others arms<3

he’s an ass guy

—————————————————————

Sanemi!

like giyuu , for him to consider a relationship with you , you have a LONGG history

it took him a while for him to actually ask you out 🧍🏽‍♀️

it got to the point where he was going to lose you to someone else because of how long it took

shinobu “helped” to ask you out

and by help i mean he forced him to ask you out in front of her

shinobu top tier wingwoman fr fr ‼️(she had enough of him wasting an opportunity so she took matters into her own hands)

he will absolutely NOT do PDA (at least at the beginning of the relationship)

his ego n pride are too much for that

once he gets over himself he will at MOST hold hands with you ig 😒😒

he forces u to train with him

he is an AMAZING cook and makes you breakfast n lunch (house husband material!!)

he’s also surprisingly good at doing hair whether it’s short or long! (he makes u buns a lot )

he’s such a romantic behind closed doors

shinobu caught him in the middle of that act and while she didn’t tell anyone…

she teased him to DEATH

NSFW!!

oh he’s a MEAN top no questions asked

he will degrade you to the BONE (which you don’t mind 🤭)

he’s also very VERY rough hitting and attacking ALLL of your sweet spots on your body (inside as well 😋)

he loves calling you a needy slut 🤭

ONE TIME. he has a wet dream where you topped him and... HE WOKE UP WITH THE HARDEST BONER OF HIS LIFE

he will never ever EVERR bring up the idea of u topping him ( if you bring up he MIGHT let it happen🤨 he’s so stubborn)

HE IS SO MEAN WHEN IT COMES TO ORGASM.

if he’s fucking you because he’s jealous or you pissed him off???

he’s going to deny your orgasms for an hour ☠️

SEX DRIVE?? MEDIUM

STAMINA IS . HIGHHHH

he’s pretty average with aftercare , he’ll bring u water n a towel

on a good day you both will shower together! (50/50 chance that y’all will fuck again!)

he’s a thigh guy

—————————————————————

tengen!!

what’s another wife to the list?

all four of them (tengen n his wives) found you very attractive at first sight and they had NO shame into admitting that

after knowing you for a while THEY ALL asked you join the relationship! it caught u off guard 😨

when you entered the relationship they literally all wanted u for themselves 😓

tengen is SUCH A ROMANTIC AND WILL ABUSE PDA SO MUCH

if you’re a fellow hashira my god he will tease you in public so much??? and you’re like FOR WHAT???

hashira meetings will get HELLA awkward with both of y’all (everyone is just like “this again??☠️”

like zenitzu he will FLEX U SOO BAD especially to single folks because in his eyes being single is such a skill issue 🤨

his form of affection is expensive gifts so

EXPECT TO BE PAMPERED WITH A LOT OF JEWELRY 🤭 ( we love sugar daddies )

he also refuses to NOT take y’all on fancy restaurants because anything other than that is LAME AND TACKY 🤨

MATCHING OUTFITS ARE A MUST!!

after he retired, you guys have religious weekly movie nights a lot (you all take turns in picking movies)

NSFW!!

OKAY SO TENGEN IS A SWITCH WITH A PREFERENCE ON TOPPING

now he has 2 different ways of going about it

if it’s sex on One on One , HE IS SO MEAN??

he will 100% mock you during the whole thing

mocking when you choke on air or a moan is his specialty 😓😓

seeing you cock drunk will drive him CRAZY

thighs are so HOT TO HIM (thigh highs are a must!)

he leaves so many bite marks and bruises on your inner thighs

HIS HANDS ARE HUGE DAWG

he likes fingering before fucking and GOD HES SO GOOD AT FINGERING?

he can n WILL make u come more than twice with just his fingers😓

it’s a the whole group sex with him n his wife’s

he’s a sweetheart! taking care of his little princess nasty needs!

when he bottoms with all 4 of you on him he gets so cocky 😒

he loves how you all take care of HIS nasty needs in such a good way

HAIR PULLING

and he’s very much into orgasm denial HES A JERK

def a tits guy

bdsm king

—————————————————————

OBANAI ( i love him sm ) <333

okay uh

before y’all started dating he was so shy around you because??? you’re so??? perfect?????

if you so much as breathe into his direction he will literally die

he asked u in the most romantic cliche ever (but it doesn’t matter because he pulled it off so well??)

he made you follow little notes at night eventually leading to a tree that had a saying “will you be my mine and go out on a date with me?” with 2 boxes saying yes and no

at first you were confused until you saw a familiar snake 🤭 making you giggle you chose the yes box!

HE WAS INTERNALLY SCREAMING BC HE THOUGHT HE WAS BEING HELLA CRINGE 😓

moving onto the relationship…

he is literally the perfect boyfriend

when he gets needy n wants to talk to u , he sends kaburamaru to fetch you!

kaburamaru literally loves u too ! ( obanai also send u flowers through him!)

he gets jealous easy like VERY

he’s very protective of you ! and he expects the same because you are his and he’s all urs <3

will literally end the bloodline of ANYONE who talks smack abt u

at first, yalls kisses would be with his mask on. he still wasn’t ready to let that open yet

after a whole LONG while , he got enough confidence to kiss u with his scars and everything (which u appreciated and enjoyed very much <3)

he likes holding pinkies while walking together

he’s not really a fan of PDA but if someone is trying to flirt with u????

oh U BETTER BET HES GOING TO BE ALL OVER U (u don’t complain)

he makes flower crowns for the both of y’all daily <33

y’all have hella picnic dates it’s getting out of hand atp! y’all barely eat at home

NSFW!!

obanai is a top with 2 sides to him…

A- he can be the most sappy romantic when y’all have sex

OR B- HES LITERALLY BEING ASSHOLE TO YOU

There’s in NO between

when hes being a jerk he denies orgasms

and his liking to marking is x10

he loves leaving bitemarks he knows u can’t hide🤭

def into u riding him but HES in total control

u brought up that you like it when he puts his hair in a pony tail when y’all have sex so HE DOES IT ALL THE TIME

he’s not really much of a risk taker

will not stop unless your trembling😋

if he’s being sweet he’s take things slow making sure your enjoying yourself as well as him <3

will whisper sweet nothings <3

HIS EARS ARE SENSITIVE‼️‼️

he treats u like a goddess in aftercare

will get u water , a towel , a warm bath , tons of cuddles and a lil snack 😋

HES INTO BONDAGE

HES AN ASS GUY 🤭🤭

—————————————————————

Muzan 😨

to how you got together? you don’t even know

if your a human , you ran into while im a hurry ! you work at a flower shop and was carrying flower pots getting dirt all over his clothes

now he was so ready to end the puny moron who ran into him but..

when he saw you apologizing and apologizing your heart out he felt something? what the hell was that? well it’s not like matters… 😁

If you’re a demon you first of all had to have know him and been loyal to him for CENTURIES for him to even REMOTELY like you

once he does tho you’re always buy his side , like his right hand man/woman! it may seem like he just thinks ur strong but this is his way of spending time with u<33 (while being in denial😓)

now how he asked you out. he didn’t do anything fancy! he just called you in and he straight up told you he liked you and would like make yalls relationship more

if you are a human.. he brought you to a demon meeting and told everyone there that if they even THINK about doing ANYTHING to you he will turn them inside out and throw into the sun<3

he thinks akaza is the best fit for his lovely human wife! you guys get along rlly well

he will keep DOUMA FARRRR AWAY FROM YOU.

koko and u like to read and drink tea together! he finds ur being calming

if you’re a demon everyone already knows u but know muzan expects equal respect from them to you!

though he can be very cold at blunt at time , he can still be romantic towards you!

he likes buying you expensive things to make u feel like a queen

if a human or demon disrespects you in ANY WAY not matter how big or small?they will be no more 😓

NSFW!!

oh man no matter how i see it.

TOP

he’s the demon king he expects to be in full control at ALL times and 9 times outta 10.. HE IS MEAN TO U

Doesn’t matter how much he loves you , you will never be superior to him 🧍🏽‍♀️

certified brat tamer!

oh he’s definitely into marking you just the thought of owning what’s rightfully his gets him hard

he’s into degradation so much it’s a problem atp☠️

dont ever degrade him tho

he’ll make sure you NEVER walk again

he puts the d in bdsm

will not stop until you’re a whimpering and crying mess only able to scream out his name :(

he doesn’t know if he likes public sec because he doesn’t like the idea of the chance that people have on seeing what only HE can see

ON THE OTHER HAND. THAT MEANS PEOPLE KNOW UR HIS AND ONLY HIS EVEN MORE….

—————————————————————

Akaza!!

Whether your a demon slayer/hashira or a fellow uppermoon, akaza admired you for being strong

after all akaza think people who r both mentally and physically strong r the best as u can tell with rengoku

before he asked u out, he had to come to terms with it , as he felt he was betraying his late wife

after he accepted the fact that’s it’s okay to move on.. he asked you out in the most akaza way!

he got you a bouquet of flowers 💐 with a little note in it telling u about all the things that he absolutely loves abt u! after reading them , he asked you out!

if you’re a demon you both will be more relaxed about people knowing abt you’re relationship!

until muzan found out.. at first he disapproved because he saw no benefits from u two being in love 🤨

but later on seeing how you two empower eachother be GUESSES it’s ok 😒😒

HOWEVER IF YOURE A HASHIRA..

you two r trying to HARD to keep it super lowkey

it’s mostly night dates n visits you guys can do :( but it’s ok u guys make it work

because the SECOND one or both of ur masters find out… YALL R DEAD

REGARDLESS akaza is very flexible with himself (as a metaphor BUT HE PROBABLY IS LITERALLY)

he absolutely LOVESS self care nights with you!!

talking shit while doing eachother a face masks is one of his favorite pastimes! (the pretty mama gotta do what he can to stay pretty DUH)

douma teases him abt u so much it’s driving him mad

especially because douma is hella touchy w/ h JUST to piss akaza off

which it always ends with douma head on the floor😨

NSFW!!

akaza is 100% a switch with a top preference

he teases u a lot.. BUT IF YOURE A HASHIRA HE STRAIGHT UP MOCKS U😓😓

like he’ll say things like “i thought hashiras we’re supposed to have a lot of stamina.. what’s wrong :(“ ALL WHILE HES SMIRKING

he likes eating you out before fucking you

THE THINGS HIS TOUNGE CAN DO TO UR BODY 😓

he is very rough with you, but holds back a bit if you’re human because if he goes all out he will quite literally break u

IF YOURE A DEMON THO YOURE IN FOR IT ALL😍‼️‼️

even when he’s bottoming he’s still being a little asshole 😒

he completely switches up w/ aftercare! he’s such a sweetheart making u a bath for the two if u to cuddle in for a bit<33

he is a THIGH MAN ALL THE WAY his hands r always resting on them 🤭

—————————————————————

douma!

oh my ?

ok douma likes energetic people so that’s a starter for him to start liking you and ofc knowing you for a couple of decades

i think the thing that sealed off his love for you was the fact that you didn’t treat him like he was weird yk?

you talked to him like he was normal person (well demon but you get what i mean! but he’s SOO far from normal ☠️☠️)

MOVING ONNN he asks you out by making a little game out of it! maybe like pictionary or hang man! it’s rlly silly <33

while your dating even if your a demon or human he will treat you like your made of glass

he views you like one of his dolls ! therefore your his precious

he rlly likes it when you style his hair , in fact he asks you to do so regularly

during the summer time it gets rlly humid n hot as hell in japan even at night so he used his demon art to cool u both off !

akaza asked you to blink 3 times if the relationship was not from ur free will when he found out 😨😨

u guys both have matching fans 🤭🤭

muzan has to literally rip his head off because douma won’t stop talking to u during meetings ☠️

HE IS A BRITNEY SPEARS STAN ‼️‼️

NSFW!!

douma is a switch with no preference it just depends on hows feeling that day (it’s mostly bottom)

He is such a bratty bottom i tell you, he just pushes your buttons til u snap

and snapping means you literally demolishing his ass until she can’t even form any sentences :(

oh jesus christ but when he tops?????

praying for u fr fr

douma is unfair as hell

HE WILL DENY YOUR ORGAMS FOR FUNSIES?? like NOTHING ABT THAT IS FUNNY??

he is súper into bondage

AND EVERYTHING HES SO KINKY

never feel afraid to tell this man any of ur kinks even if they’re weird bc douma will try it out with you no hesitation!

his aftercare is a little rocky but it’s nothing too bad..

at most hes get you both waters and y’all will just chill in bed or anywhere

speaking of anywhere.. HE WILL FUCK U ANYWHERE HE DOES NOT CARE‼️‼️

one time muzan heard y’all bc y’all are SO LOUD (he decapatated both of you on the spot)

he is an ass guy oh my god he can’t go a day without touching it 😓

—————————————————————

Kokushibo!!

okay first all i dont think he cares what type of personality u r (extroverted or introverted)

it does take him a while to accept his feelings towards you because he doesn’t many to get distracted from his duties

but when he pushes that aside he just straight up asks you to stay by his side for the rest of time 💐

he doesn’t do PDA because your love life is not the business of others (muzan thanks the lords for this because he does NOT want to see that)

you guys randomly found a black cat following you one time while on a mission and you wanted to keep it with him!

…..YOU HAD TO BEG HIM FOR AN HOUR BUT HE eventually GAVE IN💔

y’all named her Ei (he will never admit but he will kill anyone who harms her bc he loves her sm)

you like to kiss all 6 of his eyes after a long day (he expects you to do it regularly and gets upset when u don’t)

sometimes asks you do braid his hair to change up his hair style 😋

he makes u train with him to he ensure you’re able to defend yourself from anyone!

matching katanass!! (much to his dismay because god forbid y’all do something cute 😒)

hel likes to carry you in piggy back style a lot 😋

NSFW!!

oh he’s a top no doubt

he will absolutely NOT let u top

BUT YOURE OK WITH IT BECAUSE GAWD DAMN

he is so rough with you that’s all he knows what to do<3

before touching you he wants to see you beg for it he LOVES seeing you all pathetic

HE LOVES FUCKING YOU AGAINST A WALL‼️‼️

he loves it because that means your trapped within in him, with no where to go and he has you EXACTLY how he wants you

oh he pulls your hair a lot when you give him head 🤭

he’s always biting your ears bc he knows they’re sensitive 🤭

he loves missionary as the main position because he gets to see all the expressions he’s making you have <3

HE IS A ASS GUYS ‼️‼️

———————————————————

okay that’s it guys! leave me any request i’ll be happy to do so! <33

7K notes · View notes

mostly-imagines · 9 months ago

Note

sooo what do you think about being in a relationship with jason WITHOUT knowing he's red hood ??

ive been sitting on this for a minute

in most scenarios i think he wouldn’t

i dont think he’s able to divide those two lives in the same way that someone like dick could. beyond qualities of his personality giving him up, there’s so many reasons that I don’t think he would be able to keep up with the lie.

he has guns hidden and not-so hidden all over his apartment and the security measures he has set up aren’t exactly standard. he’s also very noticeably paranoid about a lot of things in a way that doesn’t suggest he’s had a normal life—even for gotham.

also he can lie, he has to be able to lie, but i think he’s kind of bad at last-minute, unexpected excuses and conversations where the lie involves

1) someone (you) that he’s close to that

2) doesn’t know about his/his families vigilantism

he can lie to strangers or people he doesnt really care about (or even sometimes his family) because they dont know shit about him anyways but you do. how the hell is he supposed to explain to you why he’s gone most nights from the hours of 10pm to 4am and comes back bruised and battered? why he gets so stressed he hits his punching bag until his knuckles bleed? no, with someone that sees him & knows him i dont think he could do it. i dont think he would want to anyways. i cant see him completely trusting someone that doesn’t even know he’s hood, much less entering a serious relationship with them.

as such i think in most scenarios you would have to meet him as red hood and have things progress from there.

#jason todd thoughts™#jason todd x reader #hey morgan

408 notes · View notes

squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame · 2 months ago

Note

This one is just kinda silly and for the funsies, bit maybe squid game characters reacting to you saying, "Size doesn't matter" (I don't know I just thought it would be funny)

Okay so....I wanna do this with all 22/24 characters i write for...so hold on tight

Characters: [Cho hyun ju, Thanos, Namgyu, Gyeong-Seok, Young-il, Gi-Hun, Dae-Ho, Min-Su, Sang-Woo, Yong-sik, Salesman]

[Song mingi, Choi San]

[Gdragon, Kang Daesung, T.O.P]

[Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, Jhope]

[Kim Seo-Wan]

[Gong yoo, Roh jae-won, Park Sunghoon]

(Oh and I didn't know if you meant about the dick, so I did it about the dick)

Oh and both reader and the character can say size doesnt matter

Warnings: Suggestive terms, talk of sex, Use of the word Dick. MDNI

Hyun ju

(so...ee...this one will be about a Strap-on because I don't think pookie wants to use her own...)

It’s a lazy Saturday, and you and Hyun-Ju are curled up on the couch, giggling as you scroll through an online shop that’s definitely not safe for work. She’s half-hiding her face behind a throw pillow, eyes flicking between the screen and your face, clearly embarrassed but curious.

“I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” she mutters, voice muffled by the pillow.

“You suggested it,” you say, nudging her playfully. “You said you wanted to try.”

“I did,” she grumbles. “I just didn’t think I’d have to pick one. There are so many sizes. What if I mess it up?”

You snort, grinning as you turn the tablet toward her. “It’s not a test, babe. Just pick one you like.”

She peers at the screen again, then covers her eyes dramatically. “That one looks huge. What if it’s too much? What if it’s not enough? What if—”

“Hyun-Ju,” you say gently, taking her hand. “Size doesn’t matter.”

She blinks. “It doesn’t?”

“Not like you think.” You scoot closer, brushing her hair behind her ear. “You could show up with a tiny pink one with glitter and a bow on it, and I’d still be down. It’s about you, not the size.”

A laugh escapes her—nervous, but warm. “You’re such a sap.”

“And you love me.”

“I really do,” she whispers, leaning in for a kiss. “Okay, let’s pick one. But if it has glitter, you’re the one explaining it if we get stopped at customs.”

“Deal,” you say, grinning into the kiss. “But for the record, I kinda want the glitter one now.”

Thanos

It’s quiet in the room—warm, low-lit, safe. The kind of safe that only ever seems to happen with him.

Su-Bong's fingers trail hesitantly down your waist, his gaze flickering between your face and the edge of your shirt. You’re already half undressed, bare legs brushing against his clothed ones as you sit straddling his lap, hearts pounding too loud in the stillness.

You kiss his cheek. “You okay?”

He nods slowly, but you see it—that flash of doubt in his eyes.

“I just…” he starts, voice low and scratchy. “Before we go further, I wanna say something.”

You blink, cupping his jaw with both hands. “Say anything.”

His eyes avoid yours, locked on the hem of your shirt like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “I don’t want you to be disappointed. With… me. With it.” His laugh is awkward, humorless. “I know I’m not… you know, not big. Like, porn star or whatever."

For a second, you’re quiet, processing the weight of his insecurity. Then, as he finally works up the nerve to push his boxers down—vulnerable, cheeks already flushed—you do something completely unexpected.You giggle. Not out of malice. It’s soft, unfiltered. Genuine.

He stiffens. “What—what’s funny?"

You lean forward and kiss the corner of his mouth, still laughing a little as you murmur, “Size doesn’t matter, baby.”

He blinks.

You run your fingers down his chest, resting a hand on his stomach. “Seriously. You think I’m here because I measured you first? I’m here because it’s you. The guy who watches cheesy horror movies with me and makes weird little noises in his sleep.

”Su-Bong covers his face with both hands. “Oh my god, stop…”

“I won’t,” you tease, pressing kisses to his chest, each word softer. “You’re sexy. You’re sweet. You make me feel safe. I want you. All of you. This too.”

You wrap your fingers around him—slow, tender—and he gasps, melting under your touch like he’s never been touched like this before. With care. With affection. With love that doesn’t measure.

“Baby,” he whispers, voice cracking.

You meet his eyes and smile. “Told you. Doesn’t matter.”

Namgyu

You’re lying in bed with Nam-Gyu, his shirt long discarded somewhere on the floor, and his fingers running idle patterns along your waist. There’s a softness to the moment, a pause that lingers just a little longer than usual.

Then, just as your hand starts sliding lower, he pulls back—just a bit.

"Wait," he says, suddenly awkward, reaching over to flick off the lamp beside the bed. The room dips into a warm, dusky kind of dark.You blink. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," he says too fast. Then adds with a half-laugh, "It’s just, you know… it's hotter this way. Like... mood lighting."

You grin, amused. "You mean no lighting?"

He chuckles, but it sounds tight. “Yeah. Total darkness. Very sexy. Classic move.”

There’s a beat of silence. You can feel his hesitance under the teasing, the way his fingers have gone still on your hip.You scoot closer, brushing your nose against his. “Nam-Gyu… what’s going on?”

He sighs, and you can hear the quiet vulnerability there. “It’s stupid. Just… I’ve always been kinda self-conscious about my… size.”

Your heart softens immediately. You kiss the edge of his jaw, then his cheek.He mumbles, “I mean, it’s like… five inches. Nothing special. And I guess I thought maybe if it’s dark, I won’t see it in your eyes. That… disappointment.”

You pause only long enough to tilt his face toward yours.

“Hey. Look at me.” He does. Barely.

“I’m not with you for that,” you whisper. “You’re kind. You’re funny. You care so deeply, even when you try to play it cool. That’s what matters. And for the record? I’ve never once been disappointed. Not even close.

”His expression flickers—half grateful, half disbelieving.

“You don’t have to be a certain size to make someone feel wanted,” you continue, pressing your forehead to his. “You already do. Every time you look at me like I’m the only person in the world. Every time you make me laugh until I cry. Every time you hold me like this.”

“…You really don’t care?”

“I really don’t care,” you say firmly. “I care about you. Not numbers.”

There’s a long, quiet moment before he finally lets out a breath and pulls you into a real, full-bodied hug. He kisses you slow this time, deep, like he’s breathing again.“…Okay,” he says softly. “Lights can stay off for now. But only because I still think it’s hot.”

You smile against his mouth. “Sure, babe. Whatever helps your sexy ninja fantasy.”

Gyeong seok

You were tangled up on the couch together, the late-night movie long forgotten as Gyeong-Seok nuzzled his nose against your shoulder, murmuring something that made you giggle.

“I still can’t believe you laugh like that,” he teased, voice low and full of warmth.

“And I still can’t believe you blush this easily,” you shot back, tracing a finger across his cheek just to see him turn crimson again. He looked away bashfully, but the corner of his mouth tugged upward.

Then, after a beat, his voice dropped just a bit.

“Hey… can I ask you something kinda dumb?”

You shifted to face him more fully, cupping his face gently. “You can ask me anything.”

He hesitated, then let out a nervous chuckle. “Does… size matter to you?”

You blinked, caught off guard, but not unkindly. “You mean—?”

He nodded, clearly mortified but trying to stay cool. “Yeah. That.”

You almost laughed, but he looked so sincere, so vulnerable, it stopped you. Instead, you kissed him softly and rested your forehead against his.

“Gyeong-Seok,” you said gently, “I’ve never once been with you and thought, ‘Oh no, not big enough.’ You know what I think about?”

He looked at you, hopeful and shy. “What?”

“How you always kiss the inside of my wrist like it's sacred. How you whisper my name like you’re afraid it’ll float away. How you listen when I tell you what feels good, and then you remember.”

He was quiet, eyes flicking down, a little overwhelmed.

“I mean it,” you added. “You could have a magic wand or a baby carrot—it wouldn’t change how you love me. And that’s what gets me.

”Finally, he cracked a grin. “Baby carrot?”

You shrugged with a cheeky smile. “It’s about the technique, babe.”

He groaned and buried his face in your chest. “I’ll never be able to look at a salad the same way again.”

You both laughed, and later, when things got a little more heated and his hands found familiar places, he didn’t ask again. He didn’t need to.

You made sure of that.

Young il

SYou’re lying on your stomach, still catching your breath, face half-buried in Young-Il’s chest. His fingers play lazily with a strand of your hair, his body warm and flushed from what just happened. You’re both quiet, basking in that afterglow that makes the world feel like it’s humming.

Then he murmurs, almost like he didn’t mean for you to hear: “…Do you ever wish I was bigger?”

Your head snaps up.

“What?”

He looks embarrassed, eyes flicking away from yours, his hand pausing in your hair. “I mean, I know I’m not, like… huge. Some guys are, and I just—if it ever felt like you were missing out, I’d wanna know.”

You blink, then burst out laughing.

He groans. “See? I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, no—baby—” You sit up, straddling his waist, cupping his face gently. “Do you know how ridiculous that sounds coming from the man who had me seeing stars ten minutes ago?”

He’s still sulking a little, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitching. “You sure?”

“Positive,” you say, leaning down to kiss him. “You fit me perfectly. Like you were designed for me. And it’s not just about size—it’s how you touch me, how you know me. That’s what makes it good. That’s what makes it you.”

He finally smiles, that beautiful, dimpled grin that always makes your heart skip.

“…Still wouldn’t mind being called ‘huge’ just once,” he mumbles.

You lean closer, lips brushing his ear.

“Fine. You’re huge.”

A pause.

“Emotionally.”

He bursts out laughing, flipping you onto your back and pinning you there with playful kisses, his confidence restored.

And just like that, he stops worrying.

GiHun

You’re curled up with Gi-Hun on your worn-out couch, half-watching a movie and half-fighting the urge to fall asleep on his chest. His fingers trace lazy circles on your arm, his other hand buried in your hair.

“You know,” he starts, sounding strangely shy for someone who’d just been spoon-feeding you popcorn a minute ago, “I used to worry about stuff like… you know. Size.”

You blink. “Size?”

He clears his throat. “My dick.”

You almost choke on laughter. “What?”

“I’m serious!” He looks genuinely embarrassed, eyes darting away. “When I was younger, I used to compare. Locker rooms, internet… all that stuff. Thought it mattered more than it actually did.”

You sit up a little so you can look at him properly. He’s blushing, ears pink, suddenly ten times more boyish than man. It’s ridiculously endearing.

“And now?” you ask softly.

He shrugs. “Sometimes I still wonder. But then you—” He pauses, smiling crookedly. “You don’t seem to care. You never made me feel like I had to be anyone else.”

You cup his face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. “That’s because I don’t care. You think I fall asleep on you every other night because of your dick size?”

“Well, I was hoping it was because of my dazzling personality,” he jokes, but his smile softens when you kiss his temple.

“Gi-Hun. You could be the size of my pinky and I’d still love you.”

“...Really?”

“Really.”

“And I’m not that small, though. Right?” You smirk. “Do you want a full report?”

He laughs, pulling you close again. “Maybe later.”

The movie continues, forgotten in the background. He holds you tighter, more secure now, like your words stitched something quiet and old inside him back together

Dae ho

You’re curled up on Dae-Ho’s couch with him, legs tangled beneath a shared blanket, a half-eaten bowl of tteokbokki on the coffee table, and some random late-night variety show playing in the background. You’re not even watching it anymore — not really.

Dae-Ho is warm beside you, absently stroking your thigh with those long fingers of his, mind somewhere far off. He’s quiet tonight, quieter than usual, and you catch him looking away when you meet his eyes.

“You okay?” you ask, bumping his knee with yours.

He hesitates, then shrugs. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

That’s Dae-Ho for you — always internal, always trying to keep his feelings tidy and out of the way, like they’re an inconvenience. But not with you. He’s learning not to be.

You shift a little, angling your body toward him. “Thinking about what?”

His ears pinken. He scratches the back of his neck, the classic “I’m awkward but trying not to be” move. “It’s kind of dumb.”

“I’m kind of dumb too,” you joke, nudging him with your foot. “Try me.”

He exhales through his nose, then mutters, “Just… that maybe I’m not exactly… impressive. Physically.”

You blink. “Physically?”

He frowns, eyes trained on the blanket now. “You know. Down there.”

Oh.

You pause, then blink again, a slow smile creeping up your face. “Dae-Ho… are you seriously worried about the size of your dick?”

His face flushes crimson. “Okay—see—this is why I didn’t want to say anything—”

“No, no,” you laugh, catching his wrist when he tries to pull away. “Wait, I’m not teasing. Okay, maybe a little, but only because it’s you.”

He groans and drops his head onto your shoulder, hiding his face like a sulky puppy. “It’s not funny.”

“It kind of is. I mean, look at you.” You cup his cheek, guiding his gaze back to yours. “You’re tall, you’ve got the most absurdly perfect hands, you’re sweet and quiet and smart, and I’m crazy about you. Do you really think I’m lying here at midnight with you, craving your attention, because of something like that?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it.

You grin. “Let me say it clearly: size doesn’t matter. At all.”

He stares at you.

“...Except for your heart,” you add, tapping his chest. “That better stay big.”

He lets out a soft, relieved laugh, eyes crinkling just the way you love. “You’re such a brat.”

“And you’re ridiculous,” you say, climbing onto his lap and kissing the corner of his mouth. “If you’re still worried, I could demonstrate how much I like you. With... detailed examples.”

He arches an eyebrow. “You want to prove it?”

“Only for scientific purposes.”

Dae-Ho chuckles, arms sliding around your waist. “I guess I’ll allow it.”

Safe to say, he didn’t bring it up again. Not with words, anyway.

Min su

It was supposed to be a lazy Sunday morning. The kind where you wake up tangled in each other’s limbs, half-asleep kisses exchanged under warm sheets, maybe pancakes later—if you ever got out of bed.But then he’d gone quiet.

You were curled against Min-Su’s side, one leg draped over his, fingers lazily tracing the hem of his shirt. You’d noticed it—how still he went when your hand skimmed down toward his waistband. He wasn’t recoiling, exactly, but he definitely wasn’t leaning into it either.

“Hey,” you murmured, tilting your head to look at him. “You okay?”

His jaw flexed. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Lie. You could read Min-Su like an open book—he wanted to be easygoing, confident, nonchalant. But you’d seen the way he avoided locker room talk with his friends. The way he changed the subject when guys joked about size like it was some kind of scoreboard.

And now you saw that same tension flickering behind his eyes.

“You don’t have to pretend,” you said gently, sitting up just enough to face him. “Something’s on your mind.”

He let out a breath. “It’s stupid.”

“Let me decide that.”

Min-Su hesitated. Then finally, he said it, barely above a whisper: “I know I’m not… you know. Huge. Like, I’ve seen the kind of guys in those comments sections online, and it’s just—hard not to compare.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. But your heart ached a little too. Not for what he said, but that he’d been carrying that insecurity at all.

“Min-Su,” you said, sliding your hand into his and squeezing, “can I be real with you?”

He nodded, a little guarded.

“I don’t care how many inches someone has. That’s not why I love being with you. I care about how you look at me like I’m the only person in the room. How you laugh like a little kid when I poke your ribs. How you treat my body like it’s something you respect, not something to conquer.”

His shoulders slumped slightly, a sign of his walls lowering. “But don’t you ever… I dunno… wish it was different?”

You leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth. “No. You want to know what does matter?”

“What?”

You kissed him again, deeper this time. “How safe I feel with you. How good you are with your hands. And your mouth.” A teasing smile crept in. “That is what gets me.”

A faint red climbed his cheeks, but he smiled—genuine this time. “So… you’re not just saying that?”

“Do I look like someone who fakes anything?”

Min-Su laughed softly, pulling you into him again. “You’re really something, you know that?”

You settled against his chest, satisfied as his heartbeat evened out. “Told you. No ruler needed.”

Sang woo

You were curled up on the couch with Sang-Woo, your legs tangled beneath the blanket, his arm around your shoulder. The rain tapped softly against the window, filling the quiet room with its steady rhythm. You could feel his heartbeat under your palm where your hand rested on his chest. He smelled like warm laundry and peppermint tea, freshly showered, freshly yours.

"I still don’t get why you like me," he said suddenly, voice quiet. Almost joking, but not really.

You turned your head to look at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

He hesitated, gaze fixed on the ceiling. "I’m… not the biggest guy out there. You’ve never said anything, but… I know what people expect. What guys are *supposed* to look like."

Ah. So that’s what this was.You sat up slightly, cupping his jaw so he’d look at you. "Sang-Woo. Are you seriously worried about your dick right now?"

He flushed, cheeks pink. "I didn’t say that."

"You didn’t have to," you teased gently, then leaned in closer. "First of all, size doesn’t matter. But second of all? I’ve never had a single complaint."

"You're biased," he muttered, embarrassed."

Biased because I love it," you grinned. "It’s you. I don’t want anyone else, or anything else. You really think I’d fake all those sounds I make? That mess you turn me into every single time?"

That shut him up.

You could feel the shift in the air — the way his hand slid under your shirt, slow and tentative, the way his mouth found yours, a little desperate now. When he kissed you like that — full of unspoken apologies, hunger, and need — you knew it wasn’t just about proving something.

It was about believing you.

Later, tangled in the sheets, your head resting on his shoulder, he mumbled, "You’re the one who wrecked me this time."

You smiled into his skin. "Told you. Perfect fit."

Yong Sik

It started with a stupid conversation. One of those ones that spirals after wine, too many snacks, and a little too much scrolling on TikTok together. You and Yong-Sik were curled up on the couch in matching sweatpants—his oversized hoodie swallowing you whole—watching random videos until one popped up that made your eyes widen.

“Why is every comment on this video about that guy’s... size?” you asked with a snort, tossing your phone on the table.

Yong-Sik cleared his throat. “People talk about that kind of thing too much these days. It’s not everything.

”You glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow.

He rubbed the back of his neck and added, “...Not that I’ve ever had complaints. But, you know. In theory.”

You tilted your head at him, amused by his sudden flustered state. “Yong-Sik. Are you feeling insecure?”

His ears turned red instantly. “No! I just—!” He paused. “Wait, are you saying something?”

You laughed and leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I’m saying I don’t care if you’re bigger than some TikTok thirst trap. You’re the one I come home to. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you carry my heavy bags even when I tell you not to, and you make me pancakes shaped like hearts even when they look more like deformed blobs.”

Yong-Sik blinked. “...That’s because I love you.”

“Exactly. And that is more than enough,” you whispered, fingers gently curling around the waistband of his sweatpants. “But, for the record... I have zero complaints either.”

He froze as your hand slid down slightly, and then his whole face lit up with a dopey grin. “Ah... I see. So size doesn’t matter, but—”“Shut up and kiss me.”

He did. And later, as the room filled with the sounds of soft laughter, whispered I-love-you’s, and rustling sheets, you were both reminded that connection—real, warm, messy, honest—was what mattered most.

Even if he did walk around with a little extra swagger the next day.

The Salesman

It started with a dumb joke.

You were lying across the bed on your stomach, scrolling through your phone while Gong Yoo — or “the Salesman,” as you still teasingly called him — towel-dried his hair beside you. His long legs were crossed, eyes calm as he hummed some tune under his breath.

“Did you know,” you said casually, “the average length is only like... 5.1 inches?”

He paused mid-rub, glanced at you in the mirror. “Is that so?”

“Mmhmm. I read it in an article. Very scientific.”

There was a beat of silence, then a low chuckle. “And why are you researching average dick sizes?”

You shrugged dramatically. “Just… general knowledge. Trivia night prep.”

He moved behind you and tugged your phone gently from your hand, tossing it to the side before crawling over your back like a lazy panther.

“So? Did it disappoint you?” His voice was warm in your ear. “Are you… devastated by this new information?”

You snorted. “Please. Size doesn’t matter.”

He froze.

Then you felt it — the slow smirk spreading across his face as his arms boxed you in. “Is that what people say when they’re trying to be nice?”

“Oh, don’t get sensitive on me,” you teased, rolling over beneath him. “It’s not about length. It’s about knowing what to do with it.”

He raised an eyebrow, then lowered his mouth to your neck, whispering, “Then I guess you should be grateful I’m very... skilled.”

Your breath hitched. “So confident.”

“You started it,” he murmured, kissing just below your ear. “And if you’re going to toss out scientific studies, then I feel obligated to provide… counter-research.”

You laughed into his shoulder, loving how quickly your playful banter always turned into this — warmth, tension, familiarity. It wasn’t just about sex, though you’d never complain about that. It was the way he always knew how to get under your skin, mentally and physically.

“You’re such a menace,” you mumbled.He grinned, nudging your nose with his. “Maybe. But tell me again—size doesn’t matter?”

You looped your arms around his neck, eyes sparkling. “Not when you’ve got a mouth like yours.”

He kissed you breathless after that, the kind of kiss that left no room for trivia, only heat.

Later, when you were curled against him, legs tangled and hearts steadying, he whispered, “Still think size doesn’t matter?”

You kissed his chest, right over his heartbeat. “I still think you matter most.”

And that answer shut him up for a long, long time.

Song mingi

Mingi had always been a confident man. On stage, he exuded charisma, his presence so magnetic that it was hard to look away. Off-stage, however, he was a little different. He was self-conscious, especially in moments of intimacy, a side that only you got to see.

You had been together for a few months now, and despite the closeness you shared, he never seemed entirely comfortable when it came to certain things. You’d never been the type to worry about small details, but for some reason, Mingi always seemed to care.

It all started one evening when you both were lounging around in your shared apartment. The mood was light, filled with teasing banter and soft smiles. Mingi had been particularly quiet for the past hour, seemingly lost in thought.

"Hey," you called softly, nudging him gently. "What's on your mind?"

He looked up, and his eyes held a mixture of hesitation and vulnerability. "Y/N, can I ask you something?" His voice was low, almost shy, which caught your attention immediately.

"Of course. What's up?"

Mingi shifted uncomfortably on the couch, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "It's... kind of silly," he muttered, avoiding your gaze.You raised an eyebrow, curious but concerned. "Mingi, you know you can talk to me about anything. Nothing is too silly."

He sighed, finally turning to face you. "I’ve been... thinking about something. I know we’ve been together for a while, but... I’ve always worried about... you know." His face flushed, and he gestured vaguely toward the space between you two, not exactly saying what he meant.

It took you a moment to understand, but once the realization hit, you couldn’t help but smile softly. "Mingi," you said, reaching out to take his hand, "You don’t have to worry about that."

He looked at you, his expression still filled with doubt. "But—""Listen to me," you interjected, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Size doesn’t matter. It’s not about that, Mingi. It’s about how you make me feel. And you make me feel amazing."

He blinked, clearly processing your words. "Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?"

You chuckled lightly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Mingi, I love you for who you are. Everything about you, not just the obvious stuff. And honestly? You don’t need to worry about anything else."

His shoulders visibly relaxed at your words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I guess I’ve been a little insecure about it," he admitted, his voice a little lighter now.

You leaned in, kissing him softly on the cheek. "There’s no reason to be insecure with me. I love everything about you, and that’s all that matters."

Mingi’s smile grew, and he pulled you into a tight hug, his warmth wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. "I’m really lucky to have you, Y/N."

"And I’m lucky to have you," you whispered, resting your head against his chest, content in the quiet embrace.

In that moment, you both understood that it wasn’t the superficial things that made a relationship special. It was trust, love, and understanding that truly mattered. And no matter what, Mingi knew he had those things with you.

Choi san

You had said it offhandedly. Over dinner, chopsticks poised mid-air, your eyes casually scanning the TV in the background.

“Size doesn’t matter,” you said, as if you hadn’t just set off a ticking time bomb across the table.

San blinked. “Huh?”

You grinned, teasing. “You know. In general. People make too big a deal about it.”

His brow twitched. The corner of his mouth tilted, somewhere between amused and intrigued. “You sure about that?”

You shrugged, sipping your drink slowly, eyes twinkling over the rim. “Mmhm.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and lowering his voice. “Y/N, are you trying to start something right now?”

“What?” you asked innocently, though your foot was already sneaking up his leg under the table. “Are you offended or something?”

He gave a low laugh, the kind that hinted he wasn’t going to let this go. “No, no. Not offended. Just... curious how committed you are to that statement.”

You quirked a brow. “Why? Planning to challenge me?”

He got up without a word, casually walking around the table, fingers brushing your shoulder as he passed behind you. “Let’s test your theory then.”

---Which is how you ended up where you were now—sprawled across his bed, his shirt discarded somewhere on the floor, and San kissing a line down your collarbone with maddening patience.

“Still think size doesn’t matter?” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with mischief, his hand trailing lower, slow, purposeful.

Your breath hitched. “I mean... it depends what we’re talking about.”

He looked up at you with a smirk. “Don’t get shy now. I’m just a humble man trying to change your mind.”

And oh—he did. He took his time proving you wrong, with hands that knew exactly how to hold you and a body that moved with confident restraint.

It wasn’t just his size. It was the way he watched your reactions like they were sacred. The way he whispered your name when you trembled beneath him. The way he laughed, low and warm, when you finally gasped something that sounded suspiciously like:

“Okay—maybe it kind of matters—”San grinned against your neck. “Say it louder.”

You tugged him closer, heart thudding, face flushed. “San.”

“Yeah?”

You gave him your sweetest, most ruined smile. “I hate you.”

He laughed again—soft, smug, entirely in love. “No, you don’t.”

namjoon

(THIS ONE IS VERY EXPLICIT AND INCLUDES EEE...SEX)

You said it like it was nothing.

"Size doesn’t matter."

Casually, while scrolling your phone, half-laughing at a meme. And Namjoon had paused—hand stilling on your thigh, eyes flicking up like he’d just missed the punchline of a joke aimed at him.

“You think so?” he asked, voice low but unreadable.

You blinked. “Well… yeah. I mean—” You trailed off, trying to read the flicker of something in his expression. “I meant it doesn’t have to. Not like it’s the only thing that matters.”

Namjoon hummed, leaning back against the couch. One arm stretched behind you, fingers brushing your shoulder.

“But it matters to you a little,” he said, tilting his head. “Doesn’t it?”

You smirked, sensing the shift. “Why? You insecure or something?”

And that’s when he laughed—deep and sharp, like a warning and a promise.

“Oh, baby,” he said, voice thick like molasses. “If only you knew how much it matters when it’s me.”

He didn’t rush.

Namjoon never did.

He undressed you slowly, like it was ritual. Worshipful. Every piece of clothing peeled off with care, with teasing glances and subtle touches that made your skin feel too tight. When you reached for him—clumsy, eager—he caught your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Be patient,” he murmured. “You’ll get it. All of it.”

You thought he was just teasing—until he slid his pants down and your breath hitched.

“Holy shit,” you whispered, eyes wide. “Joon.”

He just looked smug. But beneath that, something softer flickered—like he was watching for your real reaction.

“I’ve scared people before,” he admitted, kneeling between your legs. “Not everyone can take it.”

You reached for him again—this time, to cup his face.

“Then they didn’t deserve it,” you said. “Or you.”

His eyes darkened. “Fuck. Say that again.”

You did. With your legs wrapped around his waist and his forehead pressed to yours, you said it again. And again. And when he started moving—slow, deep, filling you in a way that made you gasp—you weren’t thinking about size.

You were thinking about him. His hands holding you like you were breakable. His voice low and tender, asking if you were okay. The way he waited for you to adjust. The way he whispered, “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

By the time you came, blinding and loud, the only thing that mattered was the way he held you through it—kissed your cheeks, your chest, your lips, like you were the one who’d given him something.

Later, with your head on his chest, you mumbled, “Okay. Maybe size matters a little.”

He laughed, breath puffing against your hair. “Told you.”

But he held you closer, like it didn’t matter at all.

Yoongi

It started with a stupid comment.

You were both curled up on the couch after a lazy dinner, your head in Yoongi’s lap, a soft blanket thrown over the two of you. A rerun of some variety show was playing, though neither of you was really paying attention.

“I swear,” you muttered, “if I have to hear one more guy on TV brag about how big he is like it’s a goddamn trophy—”Yoongi chuckled lowly, playing with your hair. “Well, it is a point of pride for a lot of men.”

“Yeah, but it’s so dumb. Like, I’ve dated guys who were… let’s just say, very confident about their size, and yet they couldn’t find a clue if I drew them a map.” You looked up at him with a smirk. “It’s not about size. It’s about effort, understanding… knowing how to actually connect.”

His fingers paused.

You noticed instantly. That subtle shift in Yoongi’s energy that he always tried to hide—when something hit him a little too close.

“Yoongi?”

He glanced away, eyes on the muted TV now. “…You really think size doesn’t matter?”

You sat up slightly, enough to look at him properly. “Of course not. Why?”

He shrugged, too casually. “Nothing. Just… guys hear stuff, you know?”

“Babe.” You placed your hand on his cheek, gently turning his face toward you. “You know I don’t care about that. Right?”

Yoongi bit his lip, hesitating. “I’ve always been kind of self-conscious. Especially when I was younger. The locker room talk, the comparisons… it messes with your head after a while. Even now, sometimes I wonder if…”

He trailed off, clearly embarrassed.Your chest squeezed. Not because he was insecure, but because he trusted you enough to admit it.

“Hey,” you said softly, sliding into his lap, straddling him under the blanket. His hands instinctively came to rest on your hips.

“I’m going to say this once, and I need you to really hear it, okay?” you whispered, brushing your lips against his. “You are the best I’ve ever had. Not because of some stupid number or what porn says is ideal. Because you care. You listen. You know what I like. You take your time. You make me feel wanted. Safe. Desired. Worshipped.”

He blinked slowly. “Worshipped, huh?”

“Mm-hmm.” You kissed his jaw, then his neck, letting your lips linger just to feel him shiver. “No one’s ever made me feel like you do. So yeah—size doesn’t matter. You matter.”

Yoongi exhaled shakily, tension slowly melting from his shoulders. His eyes softened, that quiet smile forming—the one reserved just for you.

“…You always know what to say,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours.

“That’s because I mean it.”

Silence settled over you again, but this time, it was warm and full and safe. He pulled you closer, arms around your waist, blanket cocooning you both in that bubble you always loved.

After a few minutes, he spoke again—voice low and teasing this time. “Still, just for the record…”

“Hm?”

“…I may not be the biggest. But I am the best.”

You burst out laughing, smacking his chest playfully. “Cocky little shit.”

He grinned. “Only when it counts.”

Jhope

You had barely finished your sentence when Hoseok froze.

“I mean, I saw it online,” you rambled, cheeks burning. “That guys worry about… size. And it just made me wonder if—if you ever felt that way.”

Hoseok raised an eyebrow as he set his glass of water down on the nightstand. The soft rustle of sheets between you made the silence louder.

“Wait,” he said, slowly. “Are you asking if I worry about my size?”

You buried your face in your hands. “Forget I said anything.”

But he reached over, gently prying your fingers away with a grin. “No, baby. I just wanna understand. You mean, like... my dick?”

You groaned. “Yes. That.”

He laughed—an easy, warm laugh that somehow made the tension crack like a bubble. “Ah, jagi,” he said, shifting closer, “you know what I think?”

You gave him a side-eye.

“I think size doesn’t matter,” he said confidently, sliding a hand under the hem of your shirt. “What matters is how I use it.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were already giggling as he leaned down and kissed your stomach, slow and teasing.

“You never once complained,” he said between kisses, moving lower. “In fact, you usually can’t walk straight after.”

“Cocky much?”

“I have to be cocky,” he said with a wink. “It’s not about being the biggest. It’s about knowing your body—what you like. What makes you fall apart.”

His voice dropped, thick with intent. “And I know you. Every soft sound you make. Every way your body clenches around me. That little breath you take when I hit that spot—yeah.. That one.”

You gasped when he demonstrated exactly what he meant with his fingers.

“Hoseok,” you whispered, squirming.

“You think I need to be any bigger than I am when I already make you cry like this?”

Your answer was a moan.

And later, when you were curled against his chest, skin still tingling, he murmured, “For the record, you’re perfect too. Fit me like you were made for me.”

Gdragon

You said it with a straight face, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. “Size doesn’t matter.”

Ji-Yong paused mid-buttoning his shirt, head tilting just slightly. “That so?”

“Yep,” you said, plopping onto the edge of his bed, tossing your phone beside you. “It’s all about connection. Technique. Effort. Vibe.”

He slowly walked toward you, a little amused glint in his eyes. “So if I had, like… a very average—maybe even below average—”

You held up a hand. “Ji, babe. I wouldn’t care.”

He blinked. “Even if it was, say… shockingly big?” He was clearly trying not to smile.

“That’s literally the opposite of what we were talking about.”

He leaned down, bracing his hands on either side of you. “But what if I told you… it’s not average. Or small. At all.”

You gave him a skeptical look, fingers resting lightly on his chest. “You gonna brag now?”

“I’m just saying,” he murmured, voice lowering, “you act all calm and wise until you're face-to-face with it.”Your brows furrowed. “Face-to-face with—oh my god, Ji-Yong.”

He grinned, shameless. “Hey, you brought it up.”

“You were halfway into a TED Talk about your di—”He cut you off with a kiss. Hot. Slow. Just enough to make your thoughts scatter.

You exhaled against his lips. “Okay. Maybe size doesn’t matter. But if it did…”He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

You smirked. “You’d still be cocky.”

He laughed, tipping his forehead to yours. “Touché.”

Daesung

You’re sprawled across Daesung’s couch, half-watching a movie, half-scrolling through your phone when the conversation takes a weird turn.

“No, seriously,” you say, laughing, “I don’t get the obsession. Size doesn’t matter.”

Daesung, who had just taken a sip of his drink, chokes—coughing and spluttering like you just punched him with words.

You blink. “What?”

He clears his throat, trying very hard to stay cool. “Nothing. Just… interesting opinion.”

You raise an eyebrow. “It is an interesting opinion. Because it’s true. No guy wants to admit it, but come on, it’s about skill. Not size.”

Daesung smiles, all too knowingly. “You sure about that?”

“You sound like someone with something to prove.”

He leans forward, voice low. “Would you like a demonstration?”

You freeze. Because here’s the thing: Daesung is quiet confidence. Polite. Charming. Never brags.

But your brain short-circuits back to that night you first slept together—how he had taken his time, how you remembered feeling full in every sense of the word, and how you had to sit down slowly the next day.

“...You bastard,” you whisper.

He shrugs, smug but soft. “You’re the one who said it doesn’t matter.”

You toss a pillow at him, flustered. “I didn’t mean you! You’re an exception.”

“Oh, so now it matters.”

You groan and cover your face, laughing. “Shut up.”

He tugs your hand away, eyes gentle now. “Wanna remind you anyway.”

You don’t argue when he pulls you onto his lap. You let him kiss your throat, take his time, whisper things that turn your cheeks hot.

And somewhere between your moans and his deep voice rasping your name, you realize you were right: size doesn’t matter.

But when it’s Daesung?

It absolutely doesn't hurt.

T.O.P

You weren’t expecting him to get all quiet.One minute, Seung-Hyun was pushing you gently down onto your shared bed, his lips grazing your collarbone, voice velvet-low with want—and the next, he froze. A pause. A sharp breath. And then he sat back on his heels, running a hand through his already-messy hair.

“Wait,” he murmured. “I need to say something first.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, blinking through your haze. “…Okay?”

He hesitated. His eyes—usually full of cocky spark or lazy affection—looked nervous. Raw.

“It’s just…” He scratched the back of his neck. “Some people have had… expectations, and I guess I just want to say it now so you’re not… disappointed or whatever. Like—” he huffed, then muttered, “size doesn’t matter, right?”

You blinked. Then blinked again. And then—something in your chest melted.

“Wait. Seung-Hyun, are you seriously worried I’m gonna judge your dick?”

He looked almost offended. “People do judge. I’m not saying you would. Just—some have.”

You sat up, cupping his face gently. “Babe. First of all, whoever said anything like that to you was an idiot. Second of all, are you really going to make me write a thesis right now about how your confidence, the way you touch me, the sound of your voice, the fact that you care—all of that turns me on a thousand times more than any size measurement ever could?”

He exhaled—half laugh, half relief. “…A thesis?”

“I’ll footnote it, too.” You smirked, pulling him in closer. “Chapter One: Seung-Hyun Is Hot As Hell and Knows Exactly What to Do With His Hands.”

His grin came back, slow and crooked. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Mmhm. And you’re mine. Now shut up and kiss me before I start writing that thesis on your back.”

He laughed again, this time deeper—freer. And when he kissed you, it was with all that nervous energy turned into something else: realness. Connection. Need.

And when things finally heated up again, you made sure to show him—thoroughly—that nothing about him could ever fall short.

Kim seo wan

You’re lying in bed with Seo Wan, legs tangled, a soft blanket pulled up to your chest as you listen to the quiet hum of the heater. It’s one of those rare calm evenings—no spiraling thoughts for either of you, no restless pacing or storm clouds hanging heavy overhead. Just the two of you and the warmth of shared space.

He’s tracing small shapes on your shoulder, quiet.

“Can I ask you something dumb?” he says eventually, almost whispering.

You blink and tilt your head. “You’ve seen me ugly cry while eating cake with my bare hands. Go for it.”

He laughs softly, but there’s hesitation in his voice. “Do you ever... wish I was, I don’t know. Bigger?”

You frown, confused for a second—until you catch where his eyes flicker. Downward. Oh.You blink again. Then laugh—not mocking, just surprised.

“Seo Wan,” you say gently, reaching over to cup his cheek. “You know that’s not even remotely a problem, right?”

He shrugs a little, but the way he chews his bottom lip gives him away. “It’s just... I know some people care about that stuff.”

“Well, I care more about the fact that you hold me like I’m something precious even when I feel like a wreck,” you murmur. “I care that you listen, that you breathe slow so I can match you when I panic, that you check in even on the good days.”

He swallows hard, eyes shining a little in the dim light.

“And besides,” you add with a sly little grin, “you’re perfect for me. More than enough. Literally and figuratively.”

He lets out a soft laugh, burying his face in your neck, warm and flustered. “God, I love you.”

“I know,” you tease, nuzzling back. “Now stop worrying about the size of your dick and kiss me, you beautiful overthinking nerd.”

And he does.

Roh jae won

You know,” you murmured, stretching lazily across his sheets, completely bare and flushed from the heat of his mouth alone, “size doesn’t matter.”

Jae-Won raised an eyebrow from where he sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, jeans open, cock pressing obscenely against the fabric. That smirk—you’d come to fear and crave it. “Is that so?” he asked, voice all gravel and challenge.

You nodded, teasing. “It’s all about… connection. Emotion. Technique.”

He chuckled darkly, tugging his zipper down all the way. “Right. Noted.”

And then he pulled it out.

Your mouth parted slightly, all that sass vanishing in a blink. His cock was—there was no polite word—ridiculous. Long, thick, veiny, heavy. He wrapped a large hand around the base, and there was still plenty left untouched. You blinked, swallowing.

He noticed. “Something wrong?” His voice was velvet now, smug as hell.

“I just… didn’t realize you were hiding a damn third leg.”

He crawled over you slowly, muscles rippling with each shift of his hips until he hovered over you, cock resting against your stomach—and reaching past your navel. Your thighs squeezed together on instinct.

Jae-Won leaned in, kissing along your jaw as he whispered, “Still think size doesn’t matter?”

You gasped when he rubbed the thick head between your folds, teasing, soaking himself in how ready you already were. “I—I didn’t say it didn’t help,” you whispered, arching into him.

“Hmm. That’s what I thought.” One thrust, slow and shallow, just enough for you to feel the stretch—and your breath caught like he’d punched the air from your lungs. “You feel that?” he whispered against your ear.

You nodded fast, eyes glassy. “God—yes."

“Good,” he growled. “Because I’m not even halfway in.”

The rest of the night was a blur of him stretching you open, coaxing moans and curses from your lips, praising how good you took him—even when it had you trembling, legs shaking around his waist. He made you come before he even bottomed out.

And when he finally did?

You couldn’t speak.

Could barely breathe.

Later, your body wrecked and mind floating somewhere in orbit, he tucked you against his chest with a kiss to your temple and murmured:

“Size doesn’t matter, huh?”

You whined into his skin. “Shut up.”

He grinned. “Nah. I think you like it when I ruin your little theories.”

Gong Yoo/Gong Ji-Cheol

You weren’t trying to start anything when you said it.

The two of you were curled up on the couch after dinner, his long arm resting lazily across your shoulders, and some mildly terrible rom-com droning in the background. You’d been scrolling through your feed, laughing at some ridiculous thread about men and their egos, and offhandedly commented, “I mean, size doesn’t matter anyway.”

Ji-cheol tilted his head down toward you with a slow, wolfish smile. “Oh?” he said. “Is that so?”

You didn’t look up, still amused by the argument going on in the comments. “Yeah. I mean—if you know what you’re doing, you don’t need to have… you know. A monster.”

Silence.

You finally glanced up—and the look in his eyes? Dark. Amused. Dangerous. “Interesting,” he said slowly, voice dropping an octave. “You’ve never complained.”

And he stood up, just like that, offering a hand. “Bedroom. Now.”

“Wha—wait, I wasn’t—Ji-cheol—” But his fingers wrapped around your wrist, firm and unyielding, and you followed him. A little nervous. Very turned on.

Once inside, he didn’t rush. No—he took his time undressing you, brushing his mouth over your neck, your collarbone, between your thighs. It wasn’t until you were already trembling that he stood back, gaze heavy-lidded, and stripped himself bare.

And there it was.

You knew he was big. You knew it. But sometimes you forgot how big. Every time it made your stomach tighten with something between lust and fear.

You whispered, “Jesus Christ…”

He raised an eyebrow. “Size doesn’t matter, right?”

You licked your lips. “That was before I remembered what you're packing.”

He stepped forward, pressing you flat onto the bed, his voice a low murmur in your ear. “Let’s test your theory.”

The stretch was maddening.

He didn’t slam into you all at once—he knew better. No, Ji-cheol took his time, teasing you open, inch by inch, whispering things that made your toes curl.

“Still think it doesn’t matter?” he asked when you moaned, legs shaking. “Because I feel how tight you are around me, baby. Like you were made for this.”

You tried to answer—failed. Your body was too busy begging, clenching, gasping for more.He bottomed out and groaned, hips stuttering. “Fuck, look at you. Taking all of me like this… Your body loves how big I am.”Your pride was a distant memory.

All you could do was hold on.

And when he started moving, deep and slow, making sure you felt every thick inch, your mind went white-hot.

Over and over, he pushed you to the edge—then pulled you back, whispering filth in your ear, lips brushing your jaw:

“Say it.”

“Say you were wrong.”

“Say you love how big I am.”

You said it. You screamed it.And when he finally let go—when he finished inside you, hips grinding in, voice guttural—you couldn’t move for minutes. Maybe hours. Your legs didn’t work. Your brain was a puddle.

Later, curled up against his chest, you muttered, “Okay. Maybe… it matters a little.”

Ji-cheol just laughed, smug and satisfied. “Told you.”

Park sunghoon

You’ve never understood the obsession with size.

Sure, people talk. Whisper. Tease. It’s locker room nonsense, really—because none of that matters when Sung-Hoon has you laid out like this: spine arched, thighs trembling, skin hot enough to melt steel.

And he knows it. Knows it in the way he moves between your legs, slow and deliberate. Knows it in the way he licks his fingers clean after pulling them out of you, smirking like a man who’s got nothing to prove and still proves everything.

“You’re thinking too much again,” you pant, watching the way his eyes flick up at you from between your legs.“

I know what people say,” he murmurs, kissing along your inner thigh, voice smooth but quiet. “That I’m not… big. That it wouldn’t be enough for someone like you.”

You sit up a little, threading your fingers into his hair. “And yet,” you whisper, tugging him closer, “I still can’t walk straight after you’re done.”

His breath hitches. Just a bit. Confidence isn’t his mask—it’s who he is. But your words? They hit somewhere deeper.

He kisses up your body, hand sliding over your stomach, up to cup your breast. “You’re not faking that?”

You scoff, guiding him between your legs again. “Do I look like I’m faking anything right now?”

His cock is hard against your thigh—small, yes, but eager, twitching, flushed. You palm him gently, making his hips buck. His whole body reacts to your touch, and it turns you on even more than the size ever could.

He slides in slow, his lips parting as your walls take him in. You feel everything. Every shallow thrust, every roll of his hips, every moan he tries to muffle against your skin.

“See?” you whisper into his ear, breathless now. “Doesn’t matter how big you are when you know how to use it.”

And oh, he does.

He grips your hips tighter, snaps into you with short, precise thrusts that hit all the right spots. It’s messy, intimate, loud. Sweat-slicked skin and tangled limbs. You swear you black out for a second when he angles just right.

He pulls back to look at you, lips red, hair wild, the kind of expression that belongs in an 18+ scene and nowhere else.

“You’re perfect,” you whisper, after. “Exactly the way you are.”

Sung-Hoon kisses you like he believes it.

And then does it all over again—twice—just to prove that size really, really doesn’t matter.

135 notes · View notes