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fandom 𓂃 sakamoto days.

P1 𓂃 nagumo, gaku & natsuki.

characters 𓂃 nagumo , gaku , natsuki , kei , shin , sakamoto , apart , gozu , kashima , shishiba , tanabata , heisuke , kaji , shinaya .

content 𓂃 headcanons of them as your partner.

requested 𓂃 by anon.

⤷ NAGUMO YOICHI HCS .

nagumo is not an easy person to truly let in — not just because his entire professional life revolves around deception, manipulation, and the casual ending of human lives, but also because he's spent so long wearing that permanent smile that even he sometimes forgets what's real and what's just another mask. Coming from a famous family of spies, he was practically raised on the principle that trust is a weakness and that the only person you can rely on is yourself. So the fact that he's even considering a serious relationship with you (given that all his past ones failed)? that means you've already done something no one else has managed in years.

nagumo cannot cook to save his life. This is not an exaggeration. The son of a famous spy family, top-tier assassin, master of disguise, genius-level intellect — cannot boil rice without setting off the fire alarm. You will eat takeout every single night or you will learn to cook for two. He will compensate by handling every other household task with terrifying efficiency. The man has never left a dish in the sink overnight. Your bathroom has never been cleaner. You're pretty sure he reorganized your entire spice rack alphabetically and by frequency of use. It's the most passive-aggressive competence you've ever witnessed.

the man gets carsick on everything. Cars, buses, trains, boats, the world's gentlest ferris wheel. He once threw up in a moving taxi, cleaned it up himself in under thirty seconds without the driver noticing, and then continued a conversation about tax reform like nothing had happened. You're the only person who knows he keeps motion sickness medication in his briefcase next to the assassination weapons. The priority ordering is very funny to you. Less funny to him. You always keep a lunch bag on you whenever you’re together in the car (for him), and you never let him drive. Not that he’d want to, anyway.

for someone who values deception as his primary skill, he is shockingly, almost pathetically honest with you about small things. "I ate the last piece of cake." "I hid your keys because I wanted you to stay longer." "I pretended not to hear you call my name because I was enjoying watching you look for me." He cannot help himself. The big lies come easy. The little ones? The domestic ones? They stick in his throat like broken glass.

he texts in morse code when he's in danger. Not because he expects you to understand it — he knows you don't — but because typing it out helps him think clearly. You've learned to recognize the rhythm of his panicked messages versus his casual ones. A staccato burst of dots and dashes means he's fine, just bored on a stakeout. Long, drawn-out patterns with weird spacing mean you should probably check the news in the morning.

adding onto the Morse code thing, he would definitely teach you if ever had an interest in learning.

nagumo is a lightweight. Everyone knows this. What they don't know is that the man becomes aggressively, almost embarrassingly needy after two drinks. Not in a dramatic way — he won't cry or confess his undying love or anything theatrical like that. Instead, he just... stops letting go of you. His hand finds your sleeve. His head drops onto your shoulder. He follows you from room to room like a lost cat, not saying anything, dragging you to bed because he’s cold and wants to cuddle.

when you're sick, Nagumo is great at stillness. He will sit beside you for hours without moving, without checking his phone, without getting bored. He'll read aloud to you if you want. He'll just exist next to you, a steady warm presence, and something about the way he goes so quiet — no jokes, no teasing, no mask.

he refuses to sleep when you're sick. Just outright refuses. You'll wake up at 3 AM to find him sitting in a chair across the room, watching you breathe, and when you ask what he's doing he'll just say "nothing" and look away. He's terrified, you realize. Not of you dying — you just have the flu — but of not being there. Of something happening while his guard is down. Of losing another person he loves because he blinked at the wrong moment. You don't call him out on it. You just shift over and pat the empty space beside you. After a long moment, he takes it.

when he’s sick? nagumo is the worst patient on planet Earth. Worse than a child. He will deny being sick until he's literally collapsing, and even then he'll claim it's "just a little tiredness" or "probably something I ate."

he falls asleep holding your hand when he's sick. Not because he means to — he'd never admit to needing that — but because his feverish brain forgets to be guarded, forgets to maintain distance, forgets all the walls he's spent decades building. You'll extract your hand to get more water and he'll make a small, distressed sound in his sleep. The water can wait.

his favorite form of physical affection is back-hugging you while you're doing something mundane. Cooking. Brushing your teeth. Trying to leave for work. He'll just appear behind you silently and wrap his arms around your waist, hook his chin over your shoulder, and stay there.

he’s obsessed with your hands. Not in a weird way. He'll trace your palm lines with his fingertips, compare finger lengths, marvel at how soft your skin is compared to his calloused assassin hands.

he loves when you play with his hair. It's the only time he fully relaxes, the only time that constant smile drops into something softer, something almost peaceful. He'll lie in your lap and close his eyes and let you run your fingers through those messy black strands for hours if you're willing.

his favorite thing to do with you, physically, is absolutely nothing. Lying in bed at 2 PM on a Sunday, neither of you fully awake, limbs tangled together under too many blankets. He'll trace patterns on your skin. Nonsense shapes. Equations, maybe.

nagumo kisses your forehead before he leaves for anything remotely dangerous. Not your lips. Not your cheek. Your forehead. It's quick, almost perfunctory, like he's ticking a box. But the way his hand cups the back of your head, gentle despite everything those hands are capable of — that's not perfunctory.

⤷ GAKU HCS .

the first thing you need to understand is that gaku shows affection through proximity. Not words—he's terrible with those—but just being there. He'll sit next to you. He'll stand close enough that your shoulders brush. He'll fall asleep on your couch instead of going back to his own place because apparently your apartment is "closer" (it's probably not). He's like a cat that way. He doesn't ask for attention. He just appears in your space and waits to see if you'll acknowledge him.

moving in together—if it gets that far—will be an experience. Gaku owns maybe four outfits, one weapon, and a gaming console. That's it. No sentimental objects. No photo albums. No furniture of his own. He'll show up with a single duffel bag and look genuinely confused when you ask where the rest of his stuff is. "This is it," he'll say, like it's obvious. And then he'll immediately commandeer your TV for his PlayStation and act like he's lived there for years.

he’s genuinely, almost unnervingly calm about everything. House on fire? He'll finish his snack first. You just told him you love him for the first time? He'll blink at you for five seconds, say "cool," and go back to whatever he was doing. But here's the thing—he'll be thinking about it for days afterward. You'll catch him staring at you with this weird, almost confused expression, like he's trying to process a game mechanic he doesn't fully understand. He's not ignoring your feelings. He's just... bad at feelings. Really bad.

when gaku’s drunk which almost never happens because he doesn't see the point, he becomes weirdly talkative. Not emotional, not clingy, just chatty. He'll explain the entire lore of Resident Evil to you in excruciating detail. He'll rank everyone he's ever fought by how fun they were to kill. (Spoiler: Takamura is number one. He will talk about Takamura for hours. You have learned to just nod along.) The alcohol doesn't make him softer. It makes him more him, which is somehow both better and worse.

when he's sad which is rare, because Gaku doesn't really do sad so much as he does empty, he gets very quiet. Not his normal quiet, where he's just chilling. But the kind where he stops playing his games. Where he just sits and stares at nothing. He won't tell you what's wrong because he probably doesn't even know himself. The orphanage did a number on him, and some days it all just surfaces. You've learned to just sit with him on those days. Don't talk and don't try to fix it. Just be there. Eventually he'll lean his head against your shoulder. That's as close to "thank you" as he gets.

gaku has nightmares about Al-Kamar sometimes. he won’t wake up screaming or anything but you’ll feel him go rigid next to you, his breathing changing, his hands clenching into fists. If you touch him, he'll flinch, maybe wake up startled. So it’s become routine that you don't touch him. You just say his name quietly until his eyes open. He won't talk about it. He'll just stare at the ceiling for a while, and then eventually roll over with you against him and go back to sleep. In the morning, he acts like nothing happened. You act like nothing happened.

physical affection is weird with him. Not because he dislikes it — he actually seems to enjoy it quite a bit — but because he has no idea how to initiate it. He'll just sort of... loom near you. Stand close and wait until you realize he wants something. He's like a npc waiting for you to press the interaction button. He likes holding your hand because it's something to do with his hands. He likes when you lean against him because you're warm. He's not romantic about any of it he's just physically comfortable with you in a way he isn't with most people.

one of his favorite things to do is exist in the same room as you while he plays video games. He doesn't need you to watch him play or talk to him or even acknowledge him. He just wants you there and he’ll get genuinely annoyed if you leave the room for too long. "Where'd you go?" he'll ask, like you've been gone for hours instead of five minutes. He's not clingy in an emotional way. He's clingy in a "you're part of my environment now and I notice when you're missing" way. He’s very very used to having you around and feels weird when you’re not.

he shows he cares in the most Gaku way possible—by remembering things you didn't even know he noticed. if you mentioned once, offhand, that you liked a certain brand of energy drink. Now there's always one in his bag when he comes over. You said you were cold. Now he sits closer to you on the couch, radiating body heat like a human furnace. You told him a story about your childhood. Three weeks later he referenced a detail from it. He doesn't make a big deal out of any of this. He probably doesn't even realize he's doing it but Gaku is naturally attentive which makes great for little things when it comes to dating.

he gets jealous, but not in a dramatic way. He just watches. If someone flirts with you, he'll look at them with the same expression he uses before a fight. He won't say anything. He won't do anything. He'll just look. And that's lowkey more terrifying than any threat could ever be. The person will usually leave pretty quickly after that.

he doesn't say "I love you" often. Maybe once every few months. And when he does, it's not romantic or dramatic or even particularly warm. It's more of a statement. "Yeah, I love you," he'll say casually. "Obviously." And then he'll go back to his game. But the thing is he means it. He means it more than all the flowery speeches in the world. Gaku doesn't lie. He doesn't see the point. So if he says he loves you, he loves you. End of story.

Gaku is surprisingly easy to be with. Not because he's a good boyfriend by any conventional standard — he forgets things, he's emotionally unavailable, he'll absolutely prioritize a boss fight over a dinner date — but because he never makes you guess where you stand. He's with you because he wants to be with you. If he didn't want to be, he wouldn't be. There's no manipulation, no games, no hidden meanings.

⤷ NATSUKI SEBA HCS .

let’s be honest about natsuki from the jump. Getting close to him is not easy. the guy spent his formative years getting beaten by a father who wanted weapons instead of sons, shipped off to an orphanage that trained children to kill, and experimented on like he was lab equipment instead of a person. so no, he's not going to open up over coffee on the second date. he's not even going to open up over coffee the twentieth date. but if you're patient. if you stick around while he figures out that you're not another person who's going to use him and discard him. you'll find someone who pays attention in a way most people don't. someone who notices things. someone who builds solutions to problems you haven't even complained about yet.

when you start staying over at his workshop regularly, and you will because that's where he lives basically, you'll notice that he has a system for everything. tools organized by weight and frequency of use. blueprints filed by date and project status. spare parts sorted into bins that are labeled in his messy handwriting. and here's the thing. he will, without asking, start applying that same system to your stuff. not because he's controlling but because he genuinely cannot understand how you function in chaos. "your keys were on the counter," he'll say when you can't find them. "i put them on the hook by the door. that's where keys go." he says this like he's explaining gravity to a child.

the protectiveness with natsuki doesn't look like what you'd expect. he's not throwing himself in front of bullets or picking fights with people who look at you wrong. that's not his style. instead, he protects you by being three steps ahead. he'll notice someone paying too much attention to you at a cafe and quietly reposition himself so he's between you and them. he'll build a small device that masks your location when you're walking home alone at night. he'll install better locks on your door without telling you, and you won't even realize until weeks later when you try to use your old key and it doesn't work anymore. he doesn't want credit for any of this. in fact, he'd rather you didn't notice at all. it's just what you do for someone you're not going to let get hurt. he's lost too many people already. he's not planning on losing you.

touching natsuki is complicated. not because he flinches, he's too somewhat put together for that, but because he goes very still. like an animal deciding whether to run or fight. the first few times you reach for his hand, he'll just let you hold it. he won't hold back. his fingers will stay limp in yours, unresponsive, and you'll feel like you're holding a mannequin's hand instead of your boyfriend's. it's not rejection. he just doesn't know what to do. no one's ever done this for him before. no one's ever touched him without wanting something. information. obedience. results. you learn to start small. a hand on his shoulder that lasts two seconds. your knee pressing against his under the table. your pinky hooking around his while you walk. and slowly, over months, he starts responding. his fingers curl around yours. his shoulder relaxes under your palm. he leans into your touch instead of away from it. he's still not good at initiating. but when he does, a hand on your waist guiding you out of someone's way, his forehead resting against yours for just a second before he pulls back, it’s got weight to it because you know what it cost him to do that.

kissing natsuki is an education in restraint. he'll kiss you on the lips, sure, but it's always brief. like he's timing himself. and if you try to deepen it, try to pull him closer, try to make it more than a quick press of mouths, he'll pull back but not angry. "not now," he might say, or he might say nothing at all, and you've learned not to be pushy. but sometimes, rarely, he'll kiss you like he forgot to hold back. like his brain shut off for a second and his body just acted. those kisses are messy and desperate and over too fast. he always looks surprised afterward, like he didn't know he had that in him. you never comment on it. you think if you did, he'd stop entirely.

he kisses your forehead sometimes, too. usually when he thinks you're asleep. it's feather-light, barely there, and he murmurs something against your skin that you can never quite make out. you've stopped trying to catch the words.

your words matter to him more than you realize. not the big declarations, those make him uncomfortable actually, like you're setting him up for something. the small ones are what get him. "i'm glad you're here." "that was a good idea." "you work too hard, come eat something."

jealousy is weird with natsuki because he doesn't get jealous the way normal people do. he doesn't get angry or possessive or start fights. instead, he gets clinical. he'll ask questions. "who was that?" "how do you know them?" "have they always looked at you like that?" and his tone is so neutral, so flat, that you almost miss the tension underneath. he's not interrogating you. he's just trying to figure out if this person is a threat to what you have.

his favorite thing ever, and he'd never admit this out loud, is when you fall asleep in his workshop while he's working. he'll glance over at you, curled up on the old couch and something in his chest will loosen. he thinks you look beautiful in your sleep, but he’s never really say that out loud either.

If you keep accepting requests, could u write reader catching them beating their meat but with johan, eli and jake this time please

PRIVACY POLICY (part-2)

part-1

LOOKISM CHARACTERS CAUGHT IN THE ACT OF JACKING OUT

🔞 WARNING: NSFW content, explicit themes, and suggestive scenarios. MINORS DNI. All character ages have been lifted (21+)

JOHAN SEONG

Johan had genuinely promised himself he would be a good boy.

You had been out all afternoon running errands, and he was supposed to be resting.

But his mind kept drifting to the way you had kissed him before leaving, and before he knew it, he was under the covers, completely overwhelmed by how badly he needed you.

Upon return you open the bedroom door quietly, so you don't wake the dogs, but your eyes are greeted with a completely unexpected view.

Johan is against the headboard, his eyes wide and completely blown out with shock.

His knuckles are white and his breathing is completely hitched.

As soon as he sees you, his face turns red, looking like a little boy caught stealing from the cookie jar.

He frantically tries to pull the blanket over himself, his voice cracking loudly as he looks away from you.

"Y-Y/N?! Why are you back so early?! Don't look at me—gosh, just turn around! I was just... I wasn't doing anything! ...Fine, I was waiting for you, okay?!"

"Johan. Calm down."

You walk over, sit on the edge of the bed, and gently pull his hands away .

You slide under the covers with him to finish what he started, and Johan lets out a soft, trembling sob of pure relief, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he completely melts into your touch.

BIG DADDY >.<

It’s a rare Saturday where the apartment is completely silent. Sally and Warren had offered to take Yenna out for a day trip to the central park zoo with the rest of the Hostel crew, giving Eli a very much needed break from his dad duty.

You also had been out since the morning yourself for some personal errands.

So, Eli spent the first few hours cleaning the house top to bottom, making sure Yenna's toys were organized and the kitchen was spotless.

But once the chores were done, the silence of the empty rooms started to weigh heavily on him.

He laid down on your shared bed just to rest, but your scent on the pillows immediately made him realize how deeply touch-starved he’d been over the last few busy weeks.

He didn't act out of mindless lust—it was a heavy need to feel grounded.

Eli had been so engrossed that he didn't hear the front door click open, so when you entered the bedroom....Eli froze.

Hiis breath hitched completely.

A soft flush spread across his cheeks, and he immediately pulled his hand out of his pants, sitting up against the headboard.

He looked caught, yes, but more than that, he looked incredibly weary and deeply relieved that you're finally home.

"Y/N... you're back early. I'm sorry, I didn't expect you for another hour. I was just trying to just sleep until you got back, but... the apartment was just too quiet today. I missed you. Don't stand all the way over there by the door. Come here?"

You dropped your bags, kicked off your shoes, and walked over to the bed.

The second your arms wrapped around his neck, Eli buried his face directly into the crook of your shoulder, inhaling your scent like a drowning man hitting oxygen.

He wraps his hands tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

He just holds you in absolute silence for a full minute, letting his heartbeat steady against yours before things slowly transition into something deeper, letting you take the lead while he treats you like the most precious thing in his universe <3.

JAKE KIM

Jake had been trying so hard to respect your space while you were out dealing with school and family stuff.

He tried working out, he tried going through the research papers Luah had sent him, but your scent on his pillows was driving him completely insane.

He ended up flat on his back on his bed, his boxers pulled down.

But (un)fortunately for him you walked in unannounced, using your spare key.

Jake’s eyes snapped to the doorway.

He stopped mid-stroke, his tensed abs locking up beautifully as he stared back at you.

He let out a breathless groan, dropping his forehead into his free hand, completely undone by the embarrassment of getting caught by his favorite person.

Before he could he even say anything, you walked over to the bed directly dropping to your knees right between his thighs.

Jake’s fingers instantly tangled into your hair as he rolled his head back into the pillows, completely submitting to your care.

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summary: you can't help but be overwhelmed with your love for your boyfriend, and can't help but take it out in your own strange way. aka; you get cuteness aggression and take it out on your boyfriend.

pairings: housewardens & minajael tealrajah x gn! reader

cw: pure fluff

note: this was kinda difficult for me to write because all my motivation evaporated within one night, but I want to get back into writing more! Hopefully once my job starts up full force I still will have energy to write more (probs not).

wc: 2.9k (~350 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle Rosehearts was adorable. It was just a fact to you. He was small, with impeccable fashion and just the cutest face known to mankind. Have you seen his pout? Gosh you just wanted to squish his cheeks every time. This thought couldn’t help but bounce around in your head, like a rabid animal trying to break free of its cage.

You can only keep an animal caged for so long.

It manages to break free one evening, the two of you are on a stroll through the rose gardens. You can’t stop looking at the ruby haired housewarden, the way the sun frames his face, his gray-blue eyes alight with passion as he speaks of his time during the equestrian club, his pink lips forming around each syllable, and slowly you find yourself zoning out. The intense need to shower him with affection buzzes throughout your being, until it overwhelms you to the point of it almost being painful. 

GUN PARK SFW ALPHABET

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Gun isn't affectionate in the typical sense. His affection lies in the way he cares about your well-being.Did you eat a proper meal? Did you work out today? Have you stretched after sitting for so long?

He'll make sure your health and well-being are taken care of. That's how Gun shows affection. And food, lots of good food. Make sure to tell him what you think of his cooking, he pours his heart into making sure you're well-fed.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Gun would be a surprisingly chill best friend, the type who's willing to try any activity you want to do.

The friendship would most likely start through work or if the two of you were introduced through an arranged marriage setup. He wouldn't think much of you at first if you lacked hobbies or ambitions. However, if you have passions of your own and actively work toward them, Gun would be interested in getting to know you.

That's where the spark of friendship begins.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Haha...

Gun is warm, but because of his durability and endurance, he's kind of stiff, a bit like a human log. He believes it's rude to invade someone's personal space, so cuddling wouldn't even cross his mind. You'd have to take the initiative.

The first time, he'd probably think you're a clingy loser. Eventually, though, he'd grow attached to the comfort and warmth of it. He'd never admit it, but he genuinely enjoys cuddling.

It could be snowing heavily outside, and he'd still be shirtless while you're bundled up from head to toe. He'd pull you into his arms while sitting in the garden, convinced that he's your personal heater.

Please put some clothes on, sir. And don't let him catch a cold.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Gun is surprisingly domestic. Settling down might feel like a lot of pressure to him at the beginning of a relationship, so he rarely brings it up. However, once the relationship progresses and the two of you settle into a comfortable rhythm together, a part of him has already accepted you as his one and only.

His views on marriage are somewhat complicated. He sees it more as a contract than a romantic milestone because of his upbringing. He watched his mother work tirelessly to be recognized as a proper wife, only to never truly receive that acknowledgment until she betrayed his father. Because of that, his perception of marriage is a little distorted.

That being said, he fulfills all the duties of a husband without needing the title.

He's excellent at cooking and cleaning and has no strong attachment to traditional gender roles. In his mind, if the two of you live together, then both of you should nurture the home together. It's as simple as that.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Gun would handle a breakup respectfully. He isn't the type to yell, play the blame game, mock you, or try to hurt you with his words. If you told him you wanted to leave, he'd hide the sadness behind a calm expression and simply say, "Fine. Okay."

Internally, though, he'd be devastated.

He'd mask the pain with cold logic, convincing himself that this is simply the result of everything that has happened and that he must accept the consequences.

Don't think he'd ever be the one to initiate a breakup. Instead, if he felt the love fading, he'd probably resort to something far more self-destructive, sleeping around with other women. In his mind, once you found out, you'd leave him anyway, and somehow that would hurt you less than him, directly ending the relationship.

Gun, what kind of logic is that? 😭

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

As stated before, Gun isn't afraid of commitment. In fact, once he chooses someone, his loyalty is unwavering. However, he has a bitter view of marriage due to his experiences and what he witnessed growing up. He never wants to treat you the way his mother was treated, and that fear lingers in the back of his mind.

That said, his hesitation isn't about you, it is about the institution of marriage itself.

He will be loyal. He will be devoted. As far as he's concerned, you are the only person for him. It simply takes time for his views on marriage to change. But the moment he realizes that marrying him is what you truly want, he won't waste any time. He'll buy you a ring and take on the role of your husband without hesitation, making it official both emotionally and legally.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gun can be surprisingly gentle. His gentleness isn't obvious or overly affectionate, it reveals itself in small, everyday actions.

When he blow-dries your hair, his fingers weave carefully through the strands. When you're on your period, he makes sure your food isn't too spicy. If your feet are sore, he'll massage them without being asked. When you're sick with a fever, he'll stay awake all night monitoring you until it finally breaks.

In crowded places, he'll hold your hand firmly so you don't get lost or pushed around, only to later brush it off and claim it wasn't a big deal.

That's the kind of gentleness Gun possesses, quiet and deeply caring.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes and no.

Gun thinks constant hugging is a little clingy, but he enjoys having you close. He likes wrapping his arms around you, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, and feeling your warmth against him.

He's usually the one to initiate hugs after you've been apart for a while.

His hugs feel like a thick quilt during a blizzard, warm, comforting, and safe. The moment he pulls you close, a sense of relief washes over you, as though nothing can touch you while you're in his arms.

I = I Love You (How quickly do they say the L-word?)

Honestly, he'd probably ask you to say it first.

"Isn't that what loser couples are supposed to say to each other?"

The words "I love you" don't come easily to him. Most of the time, when you say them, he'll simply respond with, "I know," or, on a particularly generous day, "Me too."

But Gun's love isn't expressed through those three words.

Instead, one day he'll say something so deeply personal, sincere, and meaningful that it carries the exact same weight. Similar to how Kit never directly said "I love you" to Lily, yet confessed that she brought color into his life, Gun's confession would be something like that.

His version of "I love you" is never straightforward. It's a statement so profound and vulnerable that it means far more than the words themselves ever could.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Jealousy isn't a word that exists in Gun Park's dictionary. He's an incredibly secure man, which is something to appreciate because truly secure people are rare. He trusts both himself and you.

If someone flirts with you, he won't immediately interfere. He trusts that you'll handle the situation yourself and won't break his trust. However, if the person becomes persistent or crosses a line, he'll step in without hesitation.

Overall, Gun is not a jealous partner at all. His confidence, trust, and security are part of what make him so attractive in the first place.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are like a man satisfying an appetite. When he's particularly passionate, they can be rough and intense, as if he's trying to consume every bit of your attention. Most of the time, though, they're simple, a quick peck before either of you leaves for work.

He thinks it's a little sappy, but he loves kissing your cheeks. He can't quite explain why...he just has the urge to squish them and plant kisses all over them. It doesn't matter whether your cheeks are chubby or not. He enjoys kissing them and watching the smile that appears afterward.

As for where he likes to be kissed, it's his hands.

He'd never openly admit it, but his hands hold special significance to him. Between his fighting style and his instinct to protect and provide, he views them as something important. Every part of his body matters, but his hands are different. So if you take one of his hands and kiss it, he'll feel an unexpected warmth swelling in his chest. He'll immediately dismiss it, convincing himself he's just becoming sentimental with age.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children?)

We've already seen how gently he held Yenna.

Gun is surprisingly good with children. He knows how to treat them with patience, affection, and gentleness. Beneath his intimidating exterior is someone who understands how fragile children are and how much care they need.

He would make a great father, certainly a far better one than that bum Shingen ever was.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Gun is extremely disciplined and follows a strict morning routine. He's usually awake at the crack of dawn and already working out before most people have even opened their eyes. Mornings are often spent rushing to prepare for work, each of you focused on your responsibilities.

The exception comes after particularly rough sex session. On those mornings, he'll stay in bed a little longer, holding you against him from behind. Even if you remind him that you're both going to be late, he'll scoff and tell you to go back to sleep while pressing a kiss to your forehead.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Sex sex sex....well, physical intimacy is certainly part of your nights together, but it isn't the only thing.

More often than not, the two of you will spend time reading before bed. Afterwards, you'll discuss what you've read, debate current events, or talk about whatever interesting topic caught your attention that day.

It's never about proving who's right. It's an intellectual exercise for both of you, a way to connect, challenge each other's perspectives, and keep the conversation flowing.

Of course, not every discussion is profound. Sometimes it ends with the two of you gossiping about the HNH Group or complaining about the ridiculous people at your respective workplaces.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or reveal things slowly?)

Gun might tell you about his family, though he probably won't bring the topic up on his own.

If you ask, however, he'll answer without hesitation and tell you everything at once rather than revealing it piece by piece.

The complication is that Gun's perspective is somewhat warped. He tends to describe his father as a great fighter and his mother as an incredibly ambitious woman. Because he places such immense value on determination and personal goals, he focuses on those qualities above everything else. The truth is that he resents his parents for many things, but not in the way most people would expect. He doesn't hate them simply because they neglected him. He hates that they sacrificed themselves for him and left him with the consequences.

As a result, the version of the story he tells may be heavily filtered through his own twisted lenses. Someone with strong emotional intelligence would likely notice the cracks in his narrative and understand that there's much more pain beneath the surface than he's willing to acknowledge.

Ironically, despite his reputation, Gun is actually quite open with the people he trusts. Once you've earned that trust, he has very few reservations about sharing his past with you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Gun is incredibly patient. He might as well be a monk, honestly. You can pester him, push his buttons, and test his limits, and he still won't get angry. However, there is one thing that genuinely irritates him, constant nagging and excessive worrying.

If you're always fussing over him and repeatedly telling him how worried you are, he'll become noticeably annoyed. Not angry, just very irritated. Gun can handle a lot, but being smothered with concern is something he has very little tolerance for.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Gun will insist that he forgets things, but that's only to tease you. In reality, he remembers practically everything.

He stores every little detail away in his mind and brings them up at the most unexpected moments. One day he'll casually hand you something you mentioned wanting months ago, and the very next day he'll pretend he forgot where you work.

The truth is, Gun doesn't want to look completely down bad for you, so he hides just how much attention he actually pays.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Gun would probably answer with sex, and honestly, he'd be telling the truth but not entirely for the reasons people might think.

What he loves most isn't just the physical aspect. It's everything that comes with it, taking care of you afterward, the pillow talk, holding you close, and simply existing together in those intimate moments. To him, it's one of the rare times when all of his walls are down.

More than anything, he enjoys giving you the very best of himself.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Gun is protective, but never in an infantilizing way.

He trusts you to handle yourself and deal with difficult situations when necessary. At the same time, he'll do everything in his power to ensure those situations never reach you in the first place. Most problems disappear before they even begin. One glance from him is usually enough to make people back off.

As for himself, Gun doesn't believe he needs protecting. However, if you stand up to Charles on his behalf or tell him not to overwork himself, he'll find it strangely endearing. He'll chuckle, shake his head, and somehow end up loving you a little more for it.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Gun is a man of action. Everything he does is done with purpose, and when he commits to something, he gives it his whole heart.

He puts a tremendous amount of effort into dates, gifts, anniversaries, and even the small everyday things. The funny part is that he tries very hard to make all that effort look effortless. Part of it is pride, and part of it is because he doesn't want you to realize just how deeply he loves you.

He wants to appear calm, suave, and unaffected. Unfortunately for him, his actions make it painfully obvious that he is completely enamored with you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

One of Gun's worst habits is turning everything into cold logic. He struggles with emotions, which is why a part of him constantly grapples with the fact that he loves you and often tries to tone those feelings down.

If the two of you have an argument, he'll approach it from a purely logical standpoint and downplay the emotional side of things. He thinks this will hurt you less, but in reality, it often hurts even more. Emotional growth is something he desperately needs.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Gun isn't particularly concerned about his appearance, but he is very dedicated to keeping his body in peak condition.

Part of that comes from his love of fighting and his constant desire to find stronger opponents. Maintaining his physique isn't about vanity. It's about self-discipline.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not really. His logical mindset and philosophy revolve around the idea that life is all about results will come regardless. However, that doesn't mean he doesn't miss you.

In fact, he's often confused by how much he thinks about you. Why do certain things remind him of you? Why do you suddenly appear in his thoughts for no reason? Sometimes he genuinely wonders if you've used some kind of witchcraft on him because he can't quite understand why you're constantly on his mind.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Gun would secretly be really into gardening. We've already seen him crafting a wooden block while listening to music, so it's easy to imagine him enjoying such hobbies. Gardening would be another activity he genuinely likes, as it allows him to view life from a different perspective. Watching a seed grow into a plant would resonate with him in a way he rarely expresses.

Also, he's an absolute master in the kitchen. Whatever you're craving, he can probably cook it and he'll do it without complaint.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Laziness. A lack of ambition, goals, or drive genuinely repulses him.

In his eyes, you only get one life, so why waste it? He believes people should strive to become a force to be reckoned with and constantly work toward something greater. If his partner displayed those traits, he would absolutely push them to improve and become more disciplined.

Z = Zzz (What are their sleep habits?)

Gun sleeps like a log. He sleeps perfectly still and almost always on his back. Seriously, the man barely moves an inch throughout the night.

Yeah that sounds really great 🫪(sorry hadn't been posting a lot since Im really busy with work but don't worry you guys I'm working on your guys' anon requests ^⁠_⁠^)

TW!; mention of blood, angst, hurt and comfort,

Mr.182

- first off; it would never had happened if he was around, sure he gets a little distracted sometimes but it doesn't mean that he wanted you to get hurt.

- he feels weak, pathetic and helpless since he wasn't the one taking the pain for you. Depending on the severity of the injury makes him panic or think your going to die.

Example;

*182 having a fight with a random inmate for something trivial like food or a thing he wanted, and then you accidentally getting hit and getting knocked out.*

Full on panics when he sees your head bleeding when something hard hit your temple, especially when your knocked out and not waking up. "Please wake up! Wake up-! Don't leave.."

His voice gets weak and his arms felt heavy, like he couldn't even lift you with how you lay so limp in his arms..

- he did bring you somewhere safe and quiet, he wasn't leaving you until you wake up even if you do wakeup he wasn't leaving until you were actually fine. Sure you had a pulse but he could see you were fine, but he can't help the "what if's" and wouldn't take any chance of you dying.

- has no concept of his partner or a friend so he would probably be very confused why he is so sad about seeing you hurt, would he still keep fighting(yeah no shit) but he would make sure you were no where near it.

Dr.Hayren

- there are no chances you'd get hurt when he is always hoovering so close to you, or any chance you'd get to leave the hospital even if you are a prisoner. Act obedient enough and he'd think about letting you stay, he doesn't want to be alone in his own wallowing of isolation and hate for those who had killed his friends..

- but if your dumbass does get hurt(and your still conscious) he is chewing you out, especially if it's a fight with another inmate man or woman. If it was a man he would probably be the one to fight since he thinks that even if you had been the one to provoke a fight a woman shouldn't be fighting a potential threat.

- but if you were unconscious with a weak pulse? He'd feel helpless, even If he was a doctor he can't save someone nearly dying. He'd blame himself for even letting you both out of the only safe space in this hell, he would drag you back and make sure that you didn't have anything sever like internal bleeding or went into a damn coma, he would also chew you out for nearly dying and then never let you out again.

- I luv my little insane doctor with control issues 🫪♥️

"idiot- stupid big idiot!" He'd be seething cursing at how you wouldn't wake up, and especially since you were probably going to be a lot weaker waking up than right now. Since if you were knocked out for more than a whole day he'd be more worried about how to feed you(since he doesn't have those nutrient packs or they were already expired)

Dante

- if you were a prisoner it would be the opposite, you protecting him for some reason as long as you knew that you could take a few inmate's. Dante is the one who would drag you away running away, too logical since it's literal super humans against him(and you).

- if it did happen and you did get injured he would kinda be like hayren; self blame, but he pulls his shit together in the end since no way you were dying on his watch. He was supposed to be the responsible one, the logical one and not the coward he thought himself to be when he first came into prison.

Headcanons: Cuddling Kazutora

- Kazu loves being little spoon.

- His favorite feeling is to have your arm around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

- But he also loves to spoon you, have his pelvis pressed against your ass, his face buried in your hair while your legs are laced together.

❤︎ 3rd time’s a charm: how they react to you rejecting their confession for the first time ❤︎

an; warnings none, mainly fluff; enjoy! *‧.₊˚*੭*ˊᵕˋ੭.*

Albeit perturbed by the reason you’ve turned him down, MIKEY — being the gentleman that he is, would invariably respect your wishes. Still, the resilient part constituting his personality refuses to give in, and he would try to win your heart over and over, no matter what he has to do.

First time hearing that someone loves Johan in my writing, and I’m on cloud nine 🧚‍♀️ Tyy!

Characters: Johan Seong, Zack Lee, Daniel Park, Jake Kim, Eli Jang, Vasco.

JOHAN SEONG

He is not just the God Dog, he is your guard dog. Johan senses something is wrong before it even happens. The second you go quiet or your expression changes, his face changes immediately too.

He doesn’t ask questions first.

He walks over silently, wet hair dripping, eyes already cold enough to make the entire atmosphere tense.

“Move.”

That’s it.

The man tries laughing it off at first, acting cocky because Johan looks young and almost harmless.

That’s the mistake!

Johan doesn’t even raise his voice. He simply stares at him with that emotionless look that makes people feel like they’re seconds away from being beaten unconscious.

Honestly, you become more scared of Johan in that moment than the actual harasser, because Johan always carries enough strength to destroy the entire building if he wanted to.

If the man keeps trash-talking or refuses to take him seriously, Johan grabs him by the shoulder hard enough to nearly dislocate it and drags him away from the area entirely while the harasser loses a few teeth in the process.

Afterward, Johan acts like nothing happened.

But later, when nobody’s looking, he checks up on you like a worried puppy and immediately leaves terrible reviews for the hot spring place.

ZACK LEE

Zack had already picked up the bad vibes from the harasser long before things escalated.

Before anyone can stop him, he’s already marching over furiously, sleeves rolled up, veins practically visible.

“Hey. What are you doing, man?”

He would absolutely start arguing with the guy right there in public because he cannot stand bullying or harassment, especially when it’s happening to you.

It’s anger mixed with guilt, because all Zack wanted was for the two of you to have fun, and instead you’re standing there distressed and uncomfortable. He’s furious at the man, but also at himself for letting you feel unsafe even for a second.

Zack is one insult away from throwing hands and ... one jab later and the others probably have to physically hold him back while he keeps yelling:

“NO, LET ME GO! I’LL KILL THESE FUCKERS!”

Afterward, Zack instantly switches back into boyfriend mode. He keeps checking if you’re uncomfortable, offers you a new towel, tries distracting you with dumb jokes, and keeps you close to him the entire time.

At the same time, he’s still looking around to make sure nobody else got disturbed either and that the other guests are safe too.

DANIEL PARK

For the harasser, messing with you is basically an invitation to death.

The switch from cheerful, sweet Daniel casually munching snacks to that terrifying aura-filled machine is genuinely insane.

Daniel approaches politely at first.

“Sir, could you please stop?”

He genuinely tries to descalate the situation peacefully.

But the second the man tries touching you or becomes aggressive, Daniel’s expression changes completely.

That silent, terrifying AURA comes out.

He positions himself between you and the man, voice low and firm while making it painfully clear the situation is over.

The creepy guy realizes far too late that the nice-looking kid standing in front of him is actually dangerous.

If the man still refuses to back off, Daniel slams his face against the wall without hesitation. Though honestly, Daniel’s aura alone is usually enough to make people run.

After everything settles down, Daniel sits with you for a while, making sure you calm down emotionally.

JAKE KIM

And if you don’t want to talk about it? That’s completely fine with him. He simply keeps holding your hand wherever you go and tries his best not to ruin the rest of the night.

Jake initially assumes you can handle yourself.

The situation only becomes serious when the harasser brings more men over.

The second Jake notices what’s happening, he smiles and somehow that smile feels far more threatening than anger.

He casually walks over, drapes an arm around the harasser’s shoulders like they’re old friends, and says:

“I’m Jane Kim, an aspiring pole dancer. Wanna see some moves?”

Something suddenly feels very wrong.

The men initially think Jake is trying to join them because he wants you too. That assumption disappears the second Jake starts applying pressure to the man’s shoulder.

The guy tries spitting at Jake and that’s when Jake twists his arm painfully while simultaneously disarming the others.

Jake removes them from the area without causing a huge scene because he doesn’t want you feeling even more embarrassed or watched.

But once they’re out of sight? Those punches are probably breaking every bone in their bodies.

ELI JANG

When Jake returns, he acts incredibly gentle with you and does his best not to remind you of what happened.

A bull ready to gore anyone who dares touch you.

Eli’s animal instincts kick in the second he sees what’s happening to you. The smiling and bubbly Eli who came with you suddenly transforms into something terrifying.

Eli isn’t a man of many words.

He walks over slowly and jumps the harasser tearing the ear away.

At that point, you genuinely have to pull Eli away before he accidentally commits murder in a public hot spring.

He shows it through violence instead.

“Eli, that’s enough.”

That’s all it takes.

Eli immediately stops, blood smeared near his mouth while he stares at you like an injured animal.

VASCO

You lead him away from the area and Eli keeps you held impossibly close afterward, both to reassure himself that you’re okay and to slowly bring himself back down to earth.

The hero inside Vasco is heartbroken while the boyfriend inside him is absolutely furious.

The second he realizes someone is harassing you, he rushes over so quickly that water droplets are practically flying everywhere.

“HEY!!!”

The entire hot spring turns to look immediately.

Vasco would absolutely make a scene because, in his mind, bad people need to be publicly shamed and taught a lesson.

He starts loudly lecturing the guy about respecting women, becoming a better man, and drinking the respect women juice, all while pointing aggressively.

Surprisingly, the lecture actually works.

Though admittedly, it’s probably because the guy thinks Vasco looks terrifying.

But if the man tries getting aggressive?

Vasco folds him instantly.

Once everything is dealt with, Vasco starts apologizing on behalf of the entire male population while passionately ranting about how unfair it is that women have to deal with things like this.

He starts questioning why God allows women to suffer through harassment and period cramps at the same time while you just stand there staring at him fondly.

Then you kiss him mid-rant.

And suddenly your heroic feminist boyfriend completely short circuits and turns shy💫

TW!; smut, pnv, fem!reader, prison life(hayren is a freak since I say so 😺)

Mr.182

- first thing I'm going to say. Inexperienced, cannot flirt for the life of him and probably wouldn't take ques very well, but him having a partner who is direct is great for him.

- since he is naturally inexperienced it doesn't mean he's dumb, he is curious about you and the new overwhelming feelings he's feeling. You probably wouldn't mind when he gropes you here and there, your thighs and chest is his favorite or anything soft about you.

- having you with him makes him feel less lonely, and so he probably isn't going to let you go anytime soon and it says by the way he fucks you. Grabbing your hips with firm hands, sucking on one of the bouncing tits in his face when he thrusts in you and how your soft cries were being swallowed by his grunts and whimpers.

- he's a drooling mess the first time, he has a big cock but he doesn't know how to use it. All confused and leaking :( such a confused thing not knowing what to do, his pink tip flushed and sensitive with the blood drumming in his ears. He looks at you like you have all the answers in the world when you lined your puffy little cunt on his tip, when he hears you moan he thinks your hurt. "Did I do something wrong?"

- such a sweetheart really, a 180 with the way he treats men and you. He's nervous first touching you, it feels so much and tightness and warmth- it felt like one wrong move and you'd slip away like sand in his finger tips. Mouth hung open, a hazy look within those icy eyes watching you spear yourself on his cock. "Pretty boy don't look at me like that- you'll make me wet all over again."

- at first he doesn't know how to fuck you properly, his thrusts sloppy with an odd rhythm— he won't last long but he would make up for it by stamina and grit, doesn't matter if he was overstimulated and sensitive but he'll get the hang of it.

- but oh boy when he finally could last more than a few minutes it's over. The thing he loves more other than eating is seeing his pretty girl cream all over his cock stretching her poor cunny, manhandling you when he's fed up with you always bossing him around. "Stop squirming." Or "keep mouthing and I won't stop." And he means it. Bends you like a lawn chair legs on your ears fucking his cum back into your pulsing hole, he enjoys watching your hardened clit ache without being touched and when he finally does let you come he'll make sure you squirt making a whole mess on his legs with your juices.

Dr.Hayren

- depends really if you were also a doctor/nurse with him or a prisoner.

If you were a prisoner he is meanie; fingers pumping inside you, feeling your walls tremble and legs quake in his hold. Keeping your thighs to the side, analysing your to where you feel more like a specimen than a partner. "Quit squirming, it'll be over soon." Since he's exploring every inch of you with those thick fingers of him, roaming inside you edging you to no end till your rub your own clit for him since he was clearly teasing you. "Tch, impatient as always.. let me take care of you."

- tries to be gentle but sucks at it, doesn't really know how to interact with a woman since he literally was stuck in that hospital for who-knows-how long. He's a tall man, walks around you somewhat hunched over so you wouldn't view him as a threat. especially if you were somewhat terrified of men, he tried to be soft in monotony but ends up always having you in a mating press or headlock to fuck the brat out of you. Dumb and drooling, making sure you were stimulated by many things to where you couldn't even slur a proper response.

He'd have you on all fours with wobbly limbs and a full cunt, gripping your hips till it dented in his hands letting the fat poke out between his fingers. He's like an animal if he isn't such a prissy doctor, he'd stare shamelessly at your filled puffy cunt taking him and letting it travel to your winking puckered hole, "keep winking at me like that and I'll stick a finger in." He's already rimming your hole, making you flinch and squirming away. "Ohh- mngh- not there!"

- is the type to cockwarm when you two were in the safety in the hospital, he'd be reading or writing about the days in there trying to concentrate whilst you'd pulsing walls leak all over his slacks. He'd had you sit there naked for hours if he wanted but he knew you'd be babbling and grinding your hips just to feel some sort of movement, you were stretched and full with a clear bulge on your stomach when you sat but if you knew any better he'd just carry you around still inside you to do god-knows-what. "Quit cryin' over my cock, not right now." He'd grunt trying to act like he didn't want to rut into you like some animal, you just feel too good to waste for a fleeting high.

- when you two arent alone he'd not be as horny as he is, but sometimes(I mean most times) he'd randomly drag you to a corner to have a quickie, your face against his chest just manhandling you like he's your personal Fleshlight until you cream all over him. Obviously does the pull-out method since birth control pills aren't available in prison.

Dante

- the most considerate out of the three of them, tries to keep his composure even in this predicament. Probably vanilla, very quiet almost pathetic degree since his groans are soft and quiet.

- since his body is lithe, built but not bulky it makes him rather fast and accurate. He'd have the pace of a normal guy but he knows how to touch a woman probably, too hyper aware at how you would feel rather than him. Even if it takes a long time for you to cum he's still trying- whimpering and moaning in your ear until squirt all over him, he'd hold your hand and look into your eyes whilst watching you fall apart.

- its him who is tired he'd let you ride him dumb and overstimulated till his glasses fall off when your bouncing yourself dumb on his cock, wet sloppy sounds. Practically pouncing him whenever you could, you always liked how he dresses unlike the other prisoners and it always would leave you bouncing on his dick until he's crying and putty in your arms whining for you to stop feeling how overstimulated his tip is.

Oh, the poor girl from another world. Magicless, helpless, constantly dragged into battles against Overblots that should have erased you on sight.

No one warned them that her feminine energy is… quite literally otherworldly. Turns out, every monster is punchable if you try hard enough.

Riddle

Dark clouds, the ground split open in several parts of the rose garden; the Unbirthday Party that Riddle so proudly proclaims with all its rigid, structural rules is an absolute disaster.

Trey is trying to reason with a completely deranged Riddle, who is swinging spears left and right; Ace and Deuce are only creating more chaos to distract him, too. Cater, on the other hand...

“Okay, okay, stay under the table and don’t move, alright, cutie?”

He leaves you under a table that has somehow magically remained intact, with its spotless white tablecloth still draped over it… as if you’re a tiny puppy. A wet, lost, terrified little puppy.

Oh hell nah

There is no poor, helpless, defenseless human girl without magic here. Well… without magic, yes. But defenseless? Never.

You scan the wreckage with your blood boiling.

Feral survival mode: activated

Aside from the table they so badly want you to hide under, everything is destroyed; the teacups are shattered; the elegant chairs are broken into multiple pieces, and several of them have splinters sharp enough to look useful.

One splintered piece of a backrest has a very suspiciously bat-like shape.

Perfect!

And while Riddle keeps going with his monologue, “OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” here, and “I AM THE RULES!” there, you slip away like a sneaky little rat until you end up right behind him.

Crack

Solid wood connects with his skull… and he collapses like a puppet with its strings cut, completely graceless, all thanks to your immaculate strike with that improvised bat.

The Overblot ink dissolves, the monster disappears, and Riddle is left unconscious on the ground.

“…I didn’t kill him, right?”

Well… let’s hope not, sweetheart.

He’ll probably wake up with a lump the size of an egg and no memory whatsoever… though you absolutely are going to remind him of everything he made you suffer through these past few days. And if he tries it again...

That’s a paddling

Leona

Savanaclaw has become a death trap, sand flying everywhere, making it impossible to see and even harder to breathe.

It has turned even drier, even more suffocating, and with the monster at Leona’s back striking and roaring, everything trembles and breaks every millisecond.

Round two, sweetheart

Stopping your breathing seems like the most sensible option for now, considering you’re walking toward an Overblot with a lion-like monster behind him, whose ink creates hyenas and whose magic could turn you into golden dust.

The female survival instinct does not actually contain much survival, honestly.

Plenty of adrenaline, yes. Plenty of anger, too… but you’re not going for his back. You’re approaching from the side, in plain sight.

If plain sight can even count while Leona is unleashing a full sandstorm.

Well… oxygen is temporary.

“Pathetic. A tiny magicless herbivore, standing in my way…”

If there’s one thing you’ve learned from watching so many shows and movies, it’s that you never let the villain finish their monologue nor their transformation.

In this case, his monologue.

Between laughter and degrading comments… direct hit to the nose.

Maybe you break his cartilage, maybe you make him bleed, maybe you leave a bruise...maybe his nose ends up slightly crooked.

And maybe a couple of your knuckles break from the impact, too.

“I want ice, NOW!” you snap, shaking your hand like a maraca while completely ignoring the way Leona falls backward.

The ice arrives, the student clearly thinking it’s for his housewarden, but you snatch the frozen bag away and press it to your knuckles, abandoning the great lion on the floor.

The mighty king of the savanna… sprawled out on the sand.

Ruggie is on the ground beside him, lifting his head so the blood doesn’t make him choke, but he can’t stop laughing. He is not going to let him live this down from now on.

Leona probably won’t apologize when he wakes up… but he does put you on the same level of respect as the lionesses of Sunset Savanna.

Better to be safe and keep his distance than risk getting his nose broken again.

Azul

You should have seen it coming...

An octopus mage losing his composure, hysterical, with eight slippery tentacles moving everywhere…The perfect hentai scenario, and you don't want to be the tragic heroine of that genre.

But there you are, grabbed around the waist by one of those tentacles and lifted who knows how much off the ground.

In Azul’s twisted mind, you are not a threat. Just a simple, helpless land-dwelling human. A perfect little thing for his collection.

Well… he can tell that to your teeth.

The slimy, salty, suction-cupped appendage gets caught between your two rows of teeth, your canines sinking deeper than the rest of your pearly whites.

It’s like he’s being bitten by a mangy dog.

It is a wild, vicious bite, your head jerking as you try to tear even more of that awful rubbery texture apart.

Don’t even get me started on the coating of slime and squid ink. Gross, gross, disgusting. Blegh

And with a high-pitched shriek, Azul releases the tentacle, flailing it through the air. It writhes and curls into itself, trying to seek comfort in its owner’s hands.

The fall to the floor is not glorious, but at least you don’t break anything. What you do need to do is spit out whatever you managed to tear from that tentacle… and brush your teeth a thousand times to get that taste out of your mouth.

Rotten sushi

Floyd is smacking the floor with his hand, completely falling apart with laughter. Jade is already plotting the coming days and exactly how he is not going to let a single second pass without bothering his boss about this.

Meanwhile… Azul is still holding the tentacle in his hands, staring at it with tears in his eyes, soothing the wound with his palm.

You can hear sobs when he turns his back, choosing to cry with the last scrap of dignity he has left where no one can see his face.

For a loooong while, they stop serving takoyaki or anything with octopus at Mostro. The mere idea of seeing you eat seafood makes his skin crawl.

He still has teeth marks… a perfect souvenir

Jamil

Jamil’s Overblot, that serpentine figure like a naga, dark and dripping with ink and years of suppressed resentment. His snakes writhe from side to side, like Medusa, and his eyes are filled with cold, calculated fury.

He could easily pass as a mythological creature from Ancient Greece.

If not for the massive ego and more specifically targeted resentment… but hey, villains never really go after the people they should.

That is what makes you angriest.

Not the fact that Kalim is crying while dodging attack after attack, or the fact that Grim is clawing at one of Jamil’s snakes with his little paws.

No, it’s the fact that this boy is being a complete dumbass, blinded by his pent-up rage, incapable of recognizing his own weak points.

A couple of snakes spot you as an easy target, because obviously the only woman in the whole dorm has to be the party’s weakness.

Intention: unknown. You don’t want to find out, either.

With some effort, you grab them with your bare hands, each head in each fist, and pull, as if you’re yanking on a rope with treasure at the other end.

In this case, you are dragging Jamil directly toward you.

He stumbles, thrown off-balance, completely shocked by your brute strength and by the fact that you somehow managed to capture two of his snakes.

That surprise is what costs him when your knee slams into the area beneath his sternum.

Direct hit to the stomach and part of the lungs… let’s hope you don’t leave bruises on his organs.

The air bursts out of his mouth, and he folds in half, curling pathetically in on himself and wheezing with thin strands of saliva clinging to his lips.

You are not in the mood to watch him vomit all over Scarabia’s beautiful marble… but you do hear his tiny groans and sobs.

A kick to the balls probably would have hurt less.

“Ironic that you’re more scared of insects than snakes”

He’s already on the floor, don’t humiliate him further

The best apology Jamil can think of is leaving you cups of coffee. Good coffee, coffee from Silk City, not the burnt sludge from the cafeteria or Ramshackle. A cup always waits for you before class and after a veeeeeery long day.

And every time, he leaves it near you, but that doesn't mean he stays close. He steps back a few paces, covering his stomach…just in case.

Vil

The stage is in ruins, the screens shattered… the perfect setting for the most beautiful man in the world, Vil Schoenheit, to look this ruined.

Ruined… but beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. Golden radiance and black rot, perfection and poison; the combination of gold, violet, and black suits him like it was made for him.

Rook is trying to reason with him, leaving the poetry for another moment… which means everything is truly going to hell.

Epel and the others are trying not to breathe in too much of the poison slowly contaminating the air.

And there you are… a tiny little thing, defenseless, probably the most ordinary and ugly thing on the stage by Vil’s current standards.

“I WILL BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL!”

The most logical thing to do is make him uglier.

And there you go, climbing him like a monkey scaling a tree, pulling yourself up from the hems of his refined dress or robe or whatever the hell his Overblot version has put him in, while he tries to smack you away like an insect.

More than once, he scratches you with his long nails, but nothing stops your path toward his golden hair.

“GET OFF ME… YOU IRRITATING INSECT!”

Your hands grab a fistful of his strands… and pull.

Those classic hair-pulling yanks from women fighting, grabbing each other by the scalp and painfully ripping at the roots

And his scream is so high-pitched that it echoes through the entire coliseum, piercing and completely undignified. How dare someone like you, with those filthy hands, touch his immaculate hair?

His monster shrieks with him, mimicking his twists and his frantic attempts to throw you off his shoulders.

If your life weren’t currently at risk, Epel would probably take out his phone and start recording the whole thing. It’s too ironic

The great Vil, defeated because someone pulled his hair.

On the stage floor, ink, makeup, and sweat decorate the ground… and a few golden-violet strands are floating through the air.

His hair can recover with enough treatment; his ego, on the other hand, is going to take a little longer.

Idia

STYX is about to collapse if this keeps going.

The screens are falling to the floor, panels are breaking apart, and Idia’s Overblot ink is consuming everything in its path. And poor Ortho is there like a puppet of his brother’s despair.

Ortho, the gentlest humanoid you have ever known, is now a lifeless shell, mechanical and precise enough to kill.

Run, run, and hide. Run, hide, and survive; that is what your subconscious is screaming at you. Let the others deal with fighting that robotic figure Idia has become.

You focus on his little brother while you keep running.

“Please do not resist. My big brother says you are not to be hurt”

How thoughtful

“But I must immobilize you for your own safety,” he says, cannons ready.

Well, I take that back

“I’m sorry, Ortho”

“Why?” he asks, tilting his head, unable to understand why a simple, helpless human is apologizing to an android.

With one elbow strike, you hit his sensory matrix, destabilizing him, and then you slam into the left side of his chassis, right where there is a small weakness you saw Idia repair a few days ago.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry

Hurting little Ortho causes you more psychological damage than anything else, but it is absolutely necessary that he be neutralized first.

Because the moment Idia realizes his little brother is out of the game, his attention goes straight to you… and to the broken piece of chassis that fell off Ortho.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BROTHER?! YOU, AN INSIGNIFICANT PERSON, WITHOUT ANYTH—”

Ready. Aim. Throw!

You launch the metal chassis piece like a frisbee. It spins and spins and spins, and it hits the target: his technologically creepy mask.

Clang.

The mask cracks in two, and Idia is thrown backward, falling hard to the floor.

“Your brother is fine… though he does need better repairs”

Ortho is going to be mad at him when they both wake up, and you are probably going to become his favorite.

Respect levels: maxed out

Malleus

Pray for your life if you want to come out of a battle against a dragon unharmed.

So many romantic medieval stories talk about majestic dragons, enormous dragons, fire-breathing dragons, and yet none of them prepared you for having one right in front of you.

Especially because his green fire is infused with magic that the fantasy stories from your world never even bothered to imagine.

Try not to shit yourself while dodging flame after flame, and the occasional piece of debris when you pass under his claws.

Even in his normal form, Malleus is huge… but as a dragon, he is completely imposing.

And once again, you find yourself praying to every god you know from your old world and this new one when you stand in front of that obsidian-colored creature.

“ARE YOU INSANE?!”

“GET BACK HERE!”

Shouts, so many shouts, and with very good reason. What sane person stands in front of a dragon that is a thousand times their size?

You, apparently

But there is that tiny little worm of hope, believing with absurd faith that Malleus would never hurt you, not even in this form.

His great head lowers until it is only a hand’s distance away from you, those enormous green eyes staring directly at you, his hot breath surrounding you completely… your heart on the verge of bursting while you pray he does not open his mouth and swallow you whole.

“Hi, Tsunotaro”

His snout opens and closes, smelling you, recognizing you as his friend from late-night walks.

He recognizes you

“Please… don’t take this personally”

You punch him right on the tip of the snout.

That impact… pure and incomprehensible audacity.

HOW DOES IT EVEN OCCUR TO YOU TO PUNCH A DRAGON? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH STRENGTH YOU WOULD NEED FOR THAT TO ACTUALLY HURT HIM?!

Well… it doesn’t hurt him, exactly, but it absolutely makes him stumble from the shock.

The finishing blow is delivered by the others, and the battle ends, making Malleus return to his original form while you stand there with a hand completely reddened from the punch.

Malleus, heir to Briar Valley, will remember this day. He will remember the tiny magicless human with enough nerve to strike him in his dragon form.

“Everything is punchable if you try hard enough.”

hi love! Thank you so much for requesting! I apologize that this is so late, I’ve been surprisingly busy, so forgive me! Also, I accidentally mixed Smiley and Angry up so I’m so sorry for that😭

the tr boys when they meet their chubby! childhood crush again

per request reader is gender neutral!

character pairings: mitsuya, chifuyu, smiley, and kazutora x reader (seperate)

tw: mentions of bullying and self-harm, cursing, and self destructive behavior

Mitsuya

Mitsuya, in his true nature, was beyond kind from the moment you met, despite your looks.

You see, as a kid, you were a little chubby. Your classmates and siblings were always so nasty because of it, and that led to you to hating yourself. But even then, they didn’t stop bullying you

Mitsuya was the first person to ever be kind to you.

He helped you without hesitation. He immediately picked up on your odd behavior at the park and left his siblings with Hakkai while he went to go check up on you, only to see you attempting to hurt yourself. He immediately tackled you to the ground and as a stranger, gave you one of the best pep talks of your life.

From then on, the both of you were best friends. You often went over to his house to eat dinner, went to the park with him and his sisters, played with him and Hakkai, etc. Hell, you met Draken because you were so close.

Needless to say, you were best friends… and possibly a little more than that.

Unfortunately, just as you turned 11, your parents moved away to America, making you move too.

You obviously didn’t want to go, but you didn’t have much of a say in that. So, you moved to America with your family.

Of course, America was amazing, but you still really missed Japan, namely Mitsuya.

Sure, you guys texted a lot, but that’s certainly not the same thing as being with each other in person. Seeing Mitsuya was the only think you even wanted, but your parents refused to go back to Japan, so seeing Mitsuya seemed pretty impossible.

Well, you were lucky

Your school had an exchange-program opportunity, which gave you the chance to go back home to Tokyo. Without a thought, you signed for the program and now you were back in Japan, patiently waiting to be picked up by non-other than Mitsuya.

You weren’t expecting Mitsuya to immediately offer to pick you up at the airport, but he did, and well, that choice was much better than a Taxi. Obviously, you were now waiting in the entrance of the pickup area for the silver-haired male, who you saw nowhere.

…until you saw him standing right next to you.

“Mitsuya?!” you excitedly shouted, running up to him

“Oh hey y/-Y/N?!” Mitsuya shouted, absolutely flabbergasted.

Idk I think it's funny if u see a raging delinquent and next to him is his gf who looks and acts like she'd never hurt a fly

๑-context: soft spoken s/o

๑-featuring: kazutora, baji

°- Kazutora Hanemiya

• to other people he may seem hard to handle, a little too rough with sharp corners, and overall a handful. however that's far from the truth with you, you bring out the best of him due to your calm demeanor making him to be completely tame, kept in line and be the opposite of what others see in him. however not everyone knows of that side of him so comparing the two of you is an ongoing thing.

• he never knew he needed someone like you until now, and neither did anyone expect kazutora to get a girlfriend as cute and sweet as you are. it's like putting a tiger and a mouse next to each other. most were expecting a break up soon enough but that 'soon' hasn't happened nor do you both seem to show any signs which made people to surface up some false information

• you're always someone that he can go to for advice due to your sweet heart and overtime your positivity has grown onto him that he has tried to think the same way you do, but no matter how hard he tries there's always something else whispering in his ear that isn't you, leading to him needing your shoulder to lean on and give him those certain steps. sure he was quite hesitant on asking for help at the start but overtime he's overcame that and instead is now gotten into a habit of asking for help all the time.

I SAVE THE DICK BY GIVING CPR !!

# Synopsis - Tokyo rev men, and how they like having you suck on their dick.

# Featuring - Timeskip! Chifuyu, Kazutora, Manjiro, Rindou, Ran, Shinichiro x gn!reader.

# Warnings - nsfw + oral + hair pulling + praising + degradation + gagging(?) + exhibition + slut calling(Ran). Please let me know if I missed anything.

✰ 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗦 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧 — 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 ✰

☰ MATSUNO CHIFUYU tries to stifle his moans when you go down on him, and he’s clamping his hand around his mouth with his head thrown back onto the soft cushion of his couch— embarrassed to allow his shallow and whiney voice to fall out from his drooling lips. His free hand trails from his fist balled shirt and down to land firmly on top of your head— trying to push your mouth further down the pulsing base of his cock.

And although he always has a shed of guilt when you gag and gurgle on him, the way your tongue laps him up washed that all away before he’s falling back into pure bliss. He almost sees stars when your hands trail up and starts to fondle around with his balls, and his hips thrust up in greed at trying to lunge his whole cock down into the warm walls of your throat.

Chifuyu’s adam’s apple bobs up and down while his eyes gaze down at the top of your locks of hair, and he’s calling you such a good cock sucker with a gentle pat he places on your head. His voice is staring to fade with all the lewd vocalising he’s input with your perfect performance, but he always manages to notify you when he feels his orgasm reaching, with a loud ‘Oh god I’m c-close, Please baby!’ His knuckles turn white before his thick and warm load of cum gushes along your tongue. But don’t look straight in his eyes when you gulp it down, unless you’re prepared to be tugged up towards him with your legs spread in order to get the designated reward that you oh so deserve.

Tw: Not proofread, possibly spelling/grammar errors, Afab reader, like a harui from ohshc situation, son!grim getting in the way of adeuceyuu moment, that’s abt it see yuh (Enjoy!!!)

“You’re like…overly pretty to be a boy…” Ace mutters, loud enough for you and Deuce to hear as he leans forward into your personal space. You stare back into his scarlet eyes with yours. “…Thanks…?” You mutter awkwardly as you turn your head away, trying to continue eating. “I’m serious, prefect. Your eyes are all doey, your lips are really soft and plump lookin’, your face is soft as hell.” He rambles, grabbing your cheeks gently to make you look at him. “Geez, lay off Ace.” Deuce scowls, underneath it all jealous he’s not the one up close and touching you. “No like, come look Juice.” Ace continues, moving even closer. “For the last time! My name’s Deuce! Not ju-“ Before Deuce could speak, he’s taken aback by your closer features. “Well I’ll be, you do look like a girl, Yuu.” Deuce agrees, staring at your face. “You two are attracting attention…” You mutter, looking around at everyone in the courtyard now staring at you two. “Hey! What’re you two doin’ with my henchman?!” Ace and Deuce back away from you quickly at the sound of Grim’s voice. You three turn to see the little feline coming at you three quickly. Ace and Deuce both built it and Grim follows close behind. You stare at the three disappeared around the corner before you look to the sky in thought. You didn’t tell anyone you were a girl. You don’t mind being mistaken for a man anyways, but now you felt the need to keep it a secret…

Lookism Boys x Reader: Reacting to no bra

CONTENT WARNING: This post contains mild suggestive themes.

JAMES LEE

James notices it within exactly two seconds of you walking into the living room.

He says nothing. But you've managed to distract him.

His eyes trace the soft outline beneath your oversized tee.

He will play it incredibly cool.

He’ll sit back on the couch, crossing his legs, but his eyes will track your every movement as you stretch over the coffee table to grab the remote.

When you sit next to him, he casually drapes his arm over the back of the sofa, but his fingers gently hook into the collar of your tee, pulling you against him.

"You seem comfortable."

"Is that a problem?"

"Quite the opposite."

GUN PARK

The moment you walk past him in a thin, bra-less tank top, his eyes instantly fixate on the subtle bounce and the distinct outline of your nipples pressing against the fabric.

He stares right at them.

"You do know that they exist for support, right?"

"But they're a pain in the... chest?"

Gun smirks.

But as soon as the bell rings or you need to step out, he will literally take whatever oversized hoodie or jacket he’s currently wearing, toss it over your head like a blanket, and tell you to put it on.

If you complain that it’s uncomfortable, he’ll just glare.

"Only I get to see you like this, understood?".

GOO KIM

Goo is sitting on the floor playing a video game when you walk by to grab a snack.

He accidentally catches a glimpse of the unmistakable shape beneath your shirt, completely misses a combo, and the screen loudly blares GAME OVER.

He drops the controller, his jaw hitting the floor as his glasses slide right down the bridge of his nose.

"Are we... are we just letting the girls breathe today? What's the occasion?!"

"Shut tf up, Goo. I'm just feeling hot."

"..."

"Stop staring weirdo."

"Baby I'm trying, really! But they're staring back at me."

JOHAN SEONG

He’s sitting on your bed, trying to fix a strap on his bag, when you sit down right across from him in a loose, baggy pajama top.

As soon as he catches sight of it, his face goes full on medical emergency mode.

He violently snaps his head to the side and stared aggressively at the wall.

"Everything alright Johan?"

"JOHAN! ARE YOU OKAY-"

Buddy's literally having a nosebleed.

"Johan, calm down! It's just my pajamas; besides we're at home."

After you clean him up, he gets extremely touchy.

Wrapping his arms around your waist while you cook. Or constantly touching you while you guys sit on the couch watching movies.

SAMUEL SEO

He’s pouring himself a glass of water when you walk into the kitchen.

His eyes immediately lock onto your chest,

He sets the glass down with a heavy thud. He moves towards you.

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Why is something wrong?"

His eyes drop to your chest.

"Ohhhh. I don't think this should be a problem. You walk around like this all the time-"

He doesn't let you complete the sentence.

He hooks his fingers under the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to see your boobs.

"Smart choice. Saves me the trouble of taking it off later."

DANIEL PARK (OG)

Poor, sweet Daniel.

You two are sitting on the floor studying when you stretch your arms over your head, lifting your shirt just enough to show that you're completely free underneath.

Daniel looks up, sees the distinct movement, and his eyes go wiiiiide.

He lets out a high-pitched squeak, as his hands fly up to cover his face.

"Y/N! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to look, I swear!"

He’s currently sweating through his clothes because he doesn't know where to look.

Even after you laugh and tell him it’s fine, he keeps his eyes glued strictly to his textbook, his fingers trembling as he turns the pages.

He keeps stealing tiny glances when he thinks you aren't looking, his heart beating so loud you can practically hear it.

JAKE KIM

Jake’s lying on the bed when you walk in, and the second he notices your bra-less look

A slow, incredibly fond grin spreads across his face.

He opens his arms wide, patting the empty spot on his chest.

"Come here the love of my life."

The moment you slide into his embrace, he wraps his large arms securely around your back, his hands sliding under your shirt to press directly against your bare skin.

He lets out a contented sigh, burying his face in your hair.

"I love it when you're this relaxed around me. Makes me feel like you're officially all mine."

꒰ ᶻ Z Z. SYNOPSIS occasionally, your dear boyfriend goes through a rut. . and suddenly, you are the only cure for his pain! /ᐠ˵- ⩊ -˵マ

꒰ ᶻ Z Z. GENRE smut, porn with little plot ꒰ ᶻ Z Z. INCLUDES Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Leona Kingscholar

꒰ ᶻ Z Z. WARNING fem!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | aged up characters | ruts/heats | implied overstim | breeding | piv | wolf-like genitals | lion-like genitals | oral (fem rec) | knotting (jack) | pet names | author note at end <3

ׅ꒰JACK HOWL ୭ ˚

Wolves goes through ruts during warmer months, such as March and February 

Wolves are very possessive of their mates and Jack is no exception, instincts wins against him

Warning!; controlling and possessive behavior, death(brief mention), angsty, maybe a little oc(?)

Note; if you don't like these type of writing and content please DNI because this is purely out of interest/want to make fanfiction

The difference between him as a husband and as a boyfriend

Boyfriend;

Boyfriend!hayren was never the easiest to be around with, but somehow(by the luck of someone who could have won a lottery ticket) had a relationship with someone like him. He wouldn't admit it to himself that he likes your company and especially when you try to understand him, it does matter when you are there with him through everything.

How you two met is either that you also had been in the same university as him in medical school or just by pure coincidence.

Boyfriend!hayren is very frank, too honest sometimes that he forgets that It sounds mean(I'm speaking it in a very literal sense).

Ex;1

"Do you think this dress makes me look fat?" *Showing off the dress you had bought, because you thought it would look good.*

"No, it isn't exactly foreign to have excess amounts of fat in the human body. You look normal." *So he's technically saying yes bit not being a yes.*

And he doesn't even realize he does sound like an asshole, but you should know long enough that he doesn't mean it most times. Because he is being VERY literal with everything, as sarcastic and witty he is in banter you. He is oblivious sometimes, but he would never admit it even if you pull his hair out.

Boyfriend!hayren is a long and serious relationship, it's a no brainier to him because he doesn't put all that effort he does whilst juggling work AND dating you(because in his thought process is like; "why would I want to be with you if Im not sure of our future?".) and 100% thinks it's a waste of time to speed date with someone/hookup culture.

(Because he has you whether he wants too or not🥰)

Boyfriend!hayren would miss a few occasions here and there, he doesn't care for anniversarys when you two aren't married. He is a busy man, too focused on his goals than to please you but it doesn't mean he is truly dismissive and cold.

He only remembers birthdays(only yours) and even if there wasn't an occasion give you random but thoughtful gifts, because the reason why he works so hard is because the small percent of the reason why he works other than his goals(and the reason to down 3 cups of coffee for) is because he wants to see that bright smile on your face when you had been gifted something, if it's pricey he would save up for it to give it to you or just things you could only wish for.

Husband

Husband!hayren now him as a husband is a different thing, because when he finally put that ring on your finger and watched you with that white dress TRUST me he is smitten all over again. Like that first time he realized that he DOES INFACT like you, is the type of husband to randomly stare deep into your eyes(or when your asleep), not in a creepy way just admiring because no way that he ever had dreamed of marrying someone.

He isn't great with making his words seem thoughtful or flowery, he is very straight and direct. But if he's embarrassed enough or a bit shy he would try(and fail) to get the point straight since your so used to him being very literal.

Husband!hayren if the two of you were doctors in the fog land he is the type to overthink everything, while you were just all handy dandy with the patients you had mostly enjoyed your stay even if they were criminals.

He likes to know your schedule, to know where you are and the punctuality you also had on you. It didn't really matter as long as your in safe hands or he is near by maybe he would ease a little, does it sound controlling? Very, but he does it because he cares for you and your safety(there is no point in arguing with him because he always and will win)

Husband!hayren when inside that prison with you and after that incident with that prisoner he had saved, the one that caused most of the nurses and doctors to die. It definitely the reason he is very over protective and more controlling about where you go and who gets to interact with you, the dumpling man? Sure, but anyone else is a big FAT NO.

He doesn't want to risk you nearly dying again, besides you only lived because he healed you(and was desperate enough to force you to ingest a few fog balls just to survive). Isn't he so sweet🥰

Husband!hayren makes sure your nowhere near the entrance/exit, because he knows well that whoever you feel pity for you would try to help. And so you to avoid helping any random criminal he just makes you do tasks that don't include being anywhere near the entrance, you could go out if you want but a woman inside a den full of men? Yeah that's a no no(your not that dumb to want to be outside for long, other than fresh air or god-knows-what else you might want to do).

Husband!hayren when even stuck in this hell hole tries to be there, he knows what it's like to lose people he cares about and he wasn't going to let you rot(or make you grow insane with the isolation). He tries to be sweet, he knows better enough to hold you a little tighter when laying together(totally not cuddling) because he needs to knows your still there.

Anyways I got a little carried away with this, but he is just SO AEGH FINE 🫪 my cute little tsundere♥️