#pretty men

He is a big guy. Extremely muscular, but also has body fat. When he first started dating you, he was chiseled muscle. As if carved from stone. But after eating your good, healthy cooking for a long time, he became healthier. He wasn't just a human soldier anymore; he was loved in more ways than he was used to.

He needs reassurance like air. He wasn't big on physical contact, but once he was lying on top of you on the couch while shirtless, and you were tracing shapes on his back. Your fingers traced over a scar on his shoulder, and he froze up. Completely stopped breathing for a second. "You alright, baby?" You asked. You stopped touching him to give him space if he needed it. "Yeah... that just spooked me." He mumbled. "Is it okay if I keep going?" He thought for a long while. "You don't think they're ugly?" You paused. How could he think you thought he was ugly in any way? "Not one slightest bit. It's beautiful." He almost cried at that. There are more examples of this, but that was the one that explained his need for reassurance of his body.

He hates metal music. From how he looks, he looks like the absolute loud music worshipper. But he actually hates it. He is a Weyes Blood fan at heart. Loves the song Andromeda. But he will deny it all the way and say he listens to Custer on repeat.

He will never ask, but he loves being the little spoon. It makes him feel wanted. The feeling of your arms around him after a long day = absolute heaven. When he came through the fire escape to you reading on the couch. He didn't need to say anything; you just opened your arms, and he fell in. Just soaking in all the love from you. The feeling of your nails running up and down his back while he rambled about his day made every bad thing seem not so bad if it led to this moment with you.

He is very emotional. Especially when he's tired. He didn't show it until 7 months into the relationship. You both were watching a movie; he was curled into your side. You were about to fall asleep when you heard a quiet sniffle. You looked down and then at the TV; it wasn't even that sad of a moment. You both had watched this movie multiple times before, one of your favorites. He had never reacted like this before. "Baby... hey, what happened?" He looked at you and just broke down. You had never seen this side of him before. He blamed it on the movie scene, but with how much he was crying and how tired he was before the movie started, you could tell he was just emotional from how long the day was.

He loves being called pet names. Baby, honey, baby boy- hell, even babygirl if you're trying to be funny. He'll laugh and say "fuck off," but even babygirl gets his heart racing. It's rooted in when Bruce called him baby for the first time after patrol. His parents never called him anything other than "boy" or "Jason". After Jason's first bad patrol, Bruce took him to Batburgers and said, "What kind do you want, baby?" That changed something in him forever. That little boy felt so loved. That little boy continues to feel loved every time you call him something remotely close to that.

He has always had panic or anxiety attacks, but it got worse after The Pit. Every now and then you'll find him in the bathroom or on the fire escape trying to get some fresh air. If it's a panic attack, he needs reassurance badly on whatever he's scared of. If it's an anxiety attack, he needs contact. Simply holding your hand or leaning his head on your shoulder makes it better.

You were his first time. He never told you, and you never knew that you were the one he lost his virginity to. Until you two actually did it. Because of The Pit, he became a soldier and never had time for love. After he felt free enough to have his own life, of course he watched porn, but his hand wasn't the same. He wanted to feel the warmth and the weight of a loved one. He wanted the intimacy and the vulnerability of being with someone that close. He wanted to feel what it was like to be loved, no matter how torn up and scarred his body was. (I won't be going into detail now; I'll be writing a fic about it later.)

He didn't have facial hair until he was 25. He had hair everywhere else, except his face, up until he was 25 years old. I got this idea from someone I can't remember now, but I have a fic of it reposted to my acc. All credit for that headcanon goes to them; it's so cute. You should read it.

I want him dripping with it. Dazed and fucked out.

Not the dramatic kind.

The slow, soft, overwhelmed kind.

Tease them for long enough and they go all quiet, breath hitching, voice shaking just this useless little mess waiting for permission.