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Dhurandhar Headcanons: Size Difference / Short S/O
Note: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. This content is intended for audiences 18+ only.
A/N: Hi my lovlies~ here's the second part of my Headcanon series! This time it's about a short s/o, so short is a range right- so I wrote this having in mind that their s/o's height varies between 150cm-160m. It would make a size difference of 15cm at very least to Rehman. So everyone between this height feels tiny~ enjoy!
real heights of the characters/actors: shortest to tallest: Rehman, Hamza, Iqbal, Uzair = 175cm, 177cm, 181cm, 188cm. (I have no idea about feet I'm sorry)
1. Hamza:
The Reaction: Hamza finds the size difference incredibly endearing and soo fucking cute- but in a way that feels a bit patronizing (and hot). He loves the way your hand completely disappears inside his. He’ll often use his height to tease you, holding things just out of your reach just to watch you have to climb him, calling you "Tiny" and "Pocket sized" to tease you.
Cute Moments: He has a habit of "tucking" you under his arm while walking. If you’re standing in a crowd, he’ll stand directly behind you, acting like a literal human shield, resting his chin on the top of your head because it’s the perfect height. You often pout about it when he does it, which only makes him wanna do it even more just to see your cute faces.
Spicy: In the bedroom, he is obsessed with how easily he can manipulate your body. He loves picking you up mid-kiss—your legs wrapped around his waist, your feet not even coming close to the floor. Because he’s buff and you’re small, he’ll carry you to the bed without breaking a sweat, this man is BEEFY and so muscular-making you feel completely weightless and at his mercy, and oh girl he's gonna make it a whole damn forplay istg-
"Yeah you hold onto my arms nice and tight, I got you, I'll make sure you take every inch pretty girl, but I'll have to put your on your tip toes for it, you can do that for me? Good girl~"
2. Rehman:
The Reaction: Rehman is the most "gentle" about it, but also the most hyper-aware. He’s the shortest of the men but- he's so full of self confidence and sheer authority hes still fucking towering you. He’s constantly aware of you being small and treats you like a Queen. He finds your small hands against his broad, scarred chest to be the most beautiful sight in the world, and can't get enough of seeing you touch him.
Cute Moments: When you are out in a crowded, bustling area (like a busy market or a loud event), Rehman doesn't hold your hand like a boyfriend—he grips your shoulder or the nape of your neck with a firm, steadying hand, telling you to stay close. Because you are so much shorter, he creates space for you. He’ll walk slightly ahead or beside you, using his authority to make people go out of your way without saying a word. If he feels you're getting overwhelmed by the crowd, he’ll simply tuck you against his side, his arm acting like a solid iron bar across your shoulders, keeping you tethered to him —it’s possessive, but it's protective. It’s him silently signaling to everyone else that you are under his protection.
Spicy: During his "Pinned Missionary" sessions, his size is overwhelming. He can pin both of your wrists above your head with just one of his hands. He loves the visual of your small frame being "swallowed up" by his. He’ll use his weight to ground you, murmuring about how "delicate" you look under him before showing you exactly how much strength he’s holding back.-
"Does that feel heavy? Good. I want you to feel every pound of me Jaan, take it nicely like that.. Don't move. You’re not going anywhere until I’ve had every bit of you.."
3. Iqbal:
The Reaction: Iqbal treats the size difference as a mark of ownership. He loves that you have to look so far up to meet his eyes. It reinforces the power dynamic he craves. To him, your smallness isn't "cute"—it’s a reason for him to be your absolute protector, and hunter at the same damn time- it makes him go primal.
Cute Moments: He doesn't ask you to move; he just moves you. If you’re in his way, he’ll put his hands on your waist and literally lift you to the side like you weigh nothing. You cant reach your book on the shelf? Hes gonna lift you up so you can get it. He also loves to make you sit on his lap during quiet evenings, his large arms acting like a cage around your small frame that keeps you warm.
Spicy: He is a Hard Dom, and the size gap fuels his Bondage kink. He likes how little rope or leather it takes to secure you. He’ll often put you in positions that emphasize how tiny you are compared to him— having you kneeling between his legs where you feel dwarfed by his buff thighs and towering height and mouth wide open.-
"You're so fucking pretty like this... I could break you without trying. But I won't. I'm going to keep you. I’m going to make sure everyone knows that this little thing on her knees belongs to me, Do you understand? Tell me who you’re serving and open your pretty mouth for me"
4. Uzair:
The Reaction: Uzair is the tallest, and he uses every centimeter of it to intimidate and flirt. He loves the "looming" effect. He thinks it’s hilarious when you get mad, looking down at your "tiny, angry face" with a smirk that says he isn't taking your threats seriously at all girl~ But- He's used to being taller than most people so while he still thinks that its super cute he isn't that aware of it as the other bunch.
Cute Moments: He’ll use your head as an armrest. It drives you insane. but he loves the physical proximity. He also likes to "kidnap" you—picking you up over his shoulder (fireman's carry) and walking out of a room when he decides he’s done sharing your attention with others, not caring at all who's in the room with you two. He would also love to tease you all the time, with the littlest things like when you are busy on your phone, he would take it from you and challenge you to jump and reach for it, just to see you bounce a bit~
Spicy: Damn girl.. Mirror position is lethal with this size gap. Standing behind you, he can see your entire body in the reflection absolutely unable to take his eyes of your exposed body for a second,nearly hidden by his own. He’ll make you look at the mirror to see how small your hands look pressed against his buff forearms. The visual of the height gap in the mirror, while he’s whispering dark things in your ear, having to lean down to reach it, is his ultimate turn-on and has you shaking.
"Watch that.. fuck...I want you to watch you take every inch of me..slowly yes..You’re so tight, so tiny... dont look away, Watch every inch slide into your greedy pussy.. you can take it perfectly Doll~"
All brothers x reader, short headcannons, suggestive, fluff
• Lucifer doesn't react at first. It's a fleeting moment, you stride past him in the hallway of the HoL, he doesn't think to notice.
• Until something grazes his nose. A smell, devilishly sweet yet equal amounts bitter. His fist clenches by his side, and he stops, his foot hitting the ground like an upset rabbit, and he stays there for awhile, you're at the staircase before he strides back to you, silent as he lays a protective hand on your waist.
• "You think I don't know what you're doing?" He questioned, letting out a wistful sigh before he calmly leaned down to press his face into the crook of your neck, his eyes closing, refusing to let you move. His shoulders untensed. He needed this.
• Mammon's much less discreet. He could be dead asleep, and the moment he got a whiff of the perfume, he's up and by your side like a loyal dog, he doesn't think that what he might be doing is embarrassing, he's your first man! He doesn't want any other demon smelling your sweet scent!
• He gets touchy, his hands sliding up and down your sides, under your shirt, his face mushed into your collarbone, crouched at an awkward angle, desperate to find the source of your scent, since he knows you, he knows he'd have noticed if you smelt this sweet before.
• And when he does find the source? He's greedy, his tounge immeidately runs up and down your pulse point, as if to lick away the smell, so he could keep it just for himself, so he could keep you.
• Levi's reaction is more unconscious. Before he even notices, his tail whips out, tapping at your thighs and knees, then he smells it, you. Even then, he's slow, not shy, just.. Hesitant. He doesn't want to make assumptions, doesn't want to assume it's for him, maybe it's not! Though, when you reach out, grabbing at his wrist and bringing him closer, he melts.
• "Stupid normie.." He mutters, all the while lowering himself to wrap around you, his lanky arms locking around your waist like they belonged there, his face doing the same in your neck, finding it's new resting space. He's happy, that you want his attention, his love, his affection. It makes him feel alot more confident throughout the rest of the week.
• Satan, similar to Mammon, notices immediately. Even if he doesn't exactly pinpoint what it is at first, shockingly, he knows it's you, and he doesn't waste a moment. Book in hand, he'd stride towards you, moving confidently like a big cat in its natural environment, before sitting by you, almost too eagerly for his own liking.
• Without a second thought, he opens his book again, pretending to read, when in reality he begins to slowly, almost discernably, lean towards you, before his cheek rests silently against the curve of your shoulder, his eyes half lidded as he began to read again, genuinely this time, content.
• You're not sly, he knows what you're doing. The moment he gets the scent, he let's out an audible giggle, before practically throwing himself at you, his face stuffed into your collarbone.
• He knows you, he knows your natural scent, and that drives him crazy enough. Looking up at you with half lidded rose gold eyes, he grins, before confidently guessing the brand, laughing even louder, knowing he's right. He's already tried them, ofcourse he has.
• Leaning up again, he grips your shirt, tugging at it with a tilt of his head and a cheeky, "I'd smell it better if we took these off, hm?"
• He feels evil, genuinely. The moment he smells it, his food tastes sour in his mouth, and he looks up, expecting to see another sweet delicacy, a pastry. Instead he sees you, rubbing whatever you've just sprayed deeper into your neck.
• Almost shyly, he stands, a massive pout making his bottom lip glisten and droop. He sighs, continuing to sulk and whine as he trails you like a dog, refusing to talk, refusing to eat until you make it to an empty room.
• All in one movement, he grabs your wrist, mutters an apology, and closes the door before leaning down, his large body weighing down on you as he presses his mouth deep into your pulse, immediately beginning to suck and nibble on the skin there, as if to consume the scent orally, and he doesn't stop until he does, all with his apologetic big eyes.
• He's the youngest, he's whiny, he's lazy, even when he smells your scent, he refuses to get up. He just sits there, his hair a mess, a deep glare settled on his face, loudly whining and complaining until you finally get close enough that he can grab a fistful of your clothes and drag you down with his surprising strength.
• He doesn't go for your neck at first, or at all, completely happy to instead bury his face into the soft gulf of your hair, audibly sniffing any residue the perfume had spread. He doesn't get excited, infact he arguably gets even lazier, his body beginning to become heavier and heavier, until it became comoeltley limp, half strewn over you, his face still buried in your hair, drool mixed with strands.
Alucard loves to physically care of you. He isn't rough with you, his delicate hands touching you. At night, he loves to detangle your hair softly. He also talks to you through it. It can be you guys having light hearted comversations or deep conversations.
When you first got to know him, he had a stoic demeanor. Alucard is cautious around people whom he isn't close with and has a cynical lookout on human nature.
Alucard suffers from trust issues due to his past especially with his mother being killed, it took a long time for you guys to be close.
He tends to you very well, all your needs are fulfilled by him.
Whenever you're sick, he tends to you by taking care of you through it. Alucard makes sure to never leave your side. He will take care of you, bathe you, and feed you if it's too much for you.
Alucard never raises his voice at you, he never does. He thinks it's harsh to raise his voice at you and keeps his temper in check very well.
Whenever he is in a emotional turmoil state, Alucard goes to have his own alone time to avoid lashing out at you. He is scared of hurting you.
Alucard is soft spoken when it comes to you, he doesn't talk to you harshly.
Alucard is also protective, he gets angry when you risk your life. His fear of losing you puts him on edge, he'd rather die than lose you.
Whenever you're upset, he tends to gently reassure you by carressing your back. Alucard's love language to you is physical touch, acts of service, and affirmation.
He isn't fond of using petnames such as baby, darling, and my sweetheart. Alucard uses petnames like my love.
but listen… I was thinking about this and it makes so much sense to me 🤭 These are the 'TYPE OF KISSES' they would be~ (don't ask me why I think of random concepts but wtv it's fun :3)
SHORT HEADCANONS
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Sonic is 100% forehead kisses.
Like??? That man is all movement and chaos and teasing, but when it comes to love he slows down just enough to press a kiss to your forehead. It’s protective. It’s
“I’ve got you.” It’s him brushing your hair back and smiling like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Forehead kisses are safe. They’re steady. They’re quality time in physical form. He doesn’t even have to say anything. It’s just this quiet little promise.
Shadow is hand kisses.
And I will die on this hill.
A hand kiss is intimate but controlled. It’s respectful but intense. It’s him holding your hand just a second longer than necessary and bringing it to his lips without breaking eye contact. It’s not loud affection. It’s deliberate. It says;
“you matter” in the most dignified way possible. And coming from someone like him? It feels rare. Earned. Almost ceremonial.
Silver is cheek kisses.
Soft. Sweet. Slightly shy.
Cheek kisses feel like
“I adore you but I’m still blushing about it.” It’s him leaning in after laughing, or before pulling away, just brushing his lips against your cheek because he can’t help it. It’s comfort. It’s warmth. It’s the kind of affection that feels innocent but still makes your heart flip.
Sonic makes you feel protected.
Shadow makes you feel chosen.
Silver makes you feel cherished.
Tell me I’m wrong. You can’t. I’ve already emotionally committed to this..🤭
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Tw: mentions of the ceremony, Serena being a little creepy, reader is a handmaid.
Short Headcanons.
Serena would show most of her affection for you through grabbing ahold of your hand, gripping it like her life depends on it. Most of the time it is when you two are alone without anyone being able to see her thumb caress over your knuckles or her holding your hand onto her lap.
When you fall pregnant with Serena’s (really her driver’s/or Fred’s) child she is a lot more free with her affection being able to place her hands on your stomach, cupping your face and caressing her thumbs over your cheekbones, everything under the guise of being excited for her upcoming child, which she was as well as finding herself caring for you.
There would be some nights she would climb into bed with you, her arms wrapped around your middle, her face buried into your hair and her hands resting against your stomach, feeling each breath you let out.
Other nights, you would hear your door squeak open and floorboards creak just to see her standing over you, just watching you breathe. The room would be too dark for you to see her expression, the only thing you could make out would be her silhouette stiff and unmoving for what would feel like hours.
During the ‘ceremony’ Serena caresses your wrists with her thumbs while she’s holding onto them, subtle enough that it wouldn’t be noticeable.
As much as Wiggly is the popular "lol capitalism" Lord in Black, it's actually Nibbly who best embodies late-stage capitalism. The line must always go up, no matter how impossible and unsustainable that is. Only growth, only an insatiable hunger for more and more and more, never satisfied with your successes. He is the fire that consumes all the fuel and oxygen until it smothers itself from its own need to burn. It isn't simple desire, it is a near feral desperation, an animal chewing through its own limbs for freedom in the moment. A self-destructive drive to succeed at all costs.
