#I can't really do that with anton

[heartbeetz]

Btw most fucked up thing in the whole world is that 1) I don't get to hear antons voice around the house all day and 2) my brain still hasn't memorized it enough to easily replicate it. I looovveee his voice but a lot of the time I can't actually hear it in my head if I don't listen to it first. Sad!!!!!!!!

[asterisque]

[ KISS ]: the sender lowers themselves into the receiver's lap in order to kiss them properly. (I menace you for anton i menace you i menace you)

SITTING IN SOMEONE'S LAP PROMPTS.

He watched curiosly, and silently, as the other just... sat on him. And making himself comfortable (which shouldn't be possible in Anton's mind, how are his laps comfy? Really?).

"What are you doing?" He asked with lifted eyebrows before it reminded him of something- Oh! A mischievous smile on his face as he added- "...bro?"

Of course he had to remember that strange conversation from last time right now, but it was too tempting and oddly alike.

He still didn't understand the whole situation (his brain wasn't wired that way apparently), but the expression on the other's face just made him laugh out loud-

Sorry Eros, only the sitting part will happen right now-

[ashmacg]

This is the way.

Haters gonna hate

[ddolbyeol]

the sounds anton makes when you're overstimulating him [sfw link]

this can be overstimulation via the old gluck gluck 9000, your pussy, or your hand he's just so so sensitive and receptive to your touch that anything you do becomes too much too quickly for him :(( im 100% a vocal anton truther and my favorite part is how i think his sounds really vary depending on what he physical sensations or emotions he's feeling in the moment and how close he is to cumming hnngg,,,, like when you first put him in your mouth he lets out a harsh puff of air like its almost paining him and then from there its all low breathy moans and soft yes, yes muttered under his breath (so cutiepie)

when you focus your attention on his mushroom head and suckle on the plush flesh, hes gritting his teeth and letting out high pitched whines in the back of his throat. the sight of him arching his back with his eyes shut tight makes you almost want to take pity on him, but when you really push him that extra inch ohhh the beautiful sounds he makes... anton gets to a point where he's too overcome with the pleasure that his previously taut and rigid body is completely lax as if you sucked all the strength out of him (you did) and he's letting out these pornographic boyish grunts and gaspy moans [check link] doesn't even know what to do just completely submitting himself to you.

i think no matter how comfortable anton gets with his partner, he's still semi-conscious of himself and the sounds he makes and or the way his body looks from certain angles. not in an insecure way, but just that he's the type of person who prefers to be in control of themselves at all times if he can help it, but when you're sucking him dry after already edging him a few times poor baby :'( i can picture him exactly sitting on his gaming chair, his arms not even on his thighs or the armrest or anything, but slack hanging by his sides and his head resting on the back of the chair as he catches his breath.... imagine climbing onto his lap before he can even register the fact that you've already tucked him away back in his shorts and leaning up to give him what he thinks is an innocent good job baby smooch but you stick your tongue full of his cum in his mouth and the taste of your spit and the sticky bitter saltness of himself has his eyes rolling back into his head again </3

i think these grunty gaspy moans also tend to come out when you clench around him a few too many times and most of the time he knows that you're doing it on purpose to get a reaction out of him but he can't help it when your warmth and wetness on just the first stroke already has him frantically pulling out to squeeze the base of his cock in efforts to delay his release >:[!! how can he not give you what you want !!

[antinitoniny]

secretly dating anton but y'all are actually really obvious: headcanons

𖦹 anton x reader, reader uses they/them pronouns!

𖦹 fluff, secret relationship

𖦹 typos + grammatical errors ahead :)

anton carrying your bags, and you consciously giving it to him as if your friends aren't looking at both of you.

"why are you carrying their bag?" friend asks

"he's just being nice" good thing, you're a pathological liar

but anton's not the best at lying nor pretending

anton unconsciously taking a portion of your meal because he knows that you get full easily.

"when did you guys got so close to the point that you eat each other's food?" anton would just stare at them til they drop the topic.

meeting up at the restroom because anton wants to hug you so bad he's tearing up

anton playing with your fingertips under the table

anton accidentally calls you "babe" so he started calling everyone babe

anton looking at you whenever someone's flirting w him. he refuses which makes your friendgroup suspicious about his dating life.

"i'm just- i'm- i'll- um" anton can't lie, unfortunately

"coincidentally" wearing matching fits

"what the hell, 'ton. do you have like a big fat crush on me? why did u wear the same fit" you jokingly said. anton's eyes are shimmering as if he's being hypnotized; he was about to say yes.

anton unconsciously playing with your hair while everybody's busy

"i thought you don't like it when people touch your hair?" they ask you so you're now forced to like it when OTHER people touches your hair

"bab- hey. do you um- can you help me with my stuff" anton can't come up with an excuse to get you out of the room either.

you explaining something to your friends, anton suddenly removing a strand of hair from your face which made everyone freeze.

"what the hell" -- "it's just hair" anton defended

anton UNCONSCIOUSLY giving you the first bite of his sandwich. at this point y'all aren't pretending anymore

sidewalk rule. anton pulling you casually to his side while you're busy yapping w ur friends

anton always asks: "did you skip your breakfast again?" which makes ur other friends wonder if anton would ask about their breakfast too...

"oh this is good" anton instantly taking a sip from ur drink the moment he hears ur reaction.

"you guys just kissed indirectly." - ur friends

"i mean- i don't- that's not true lol. are we kids?" and you gaslighting them

ur friends js watching anton take candid photos of you for like 27x today

acknowledging ur presence the moment u enter the room unless..

.. u arrive together (coz he's always picking u up)

most importantly, the eyes.

anton's eyes never lie. the way he looks at you while you're talking, the way he's always admiring you-- it's already a huge give away

even before you guys started dating, everybody already concluded that anton has a big fat crush on you.

with that, they're now thinking that anton finally got together with his crush

though you guys think that y'all are hiding it so well

[r0-boat]

🪶 anon here! Can I request headcanons for ZZZ Lighter, Billy, Anton, Ben Bigger, Wise, and Lycaon reacting to being under a mistletoe with his gn crush please?

Oh my God Oh my God I'm so late.

Pretend it's Christmas! just pretend! shut up!!

ZZZ Boys react being under the mistletoe

You smiled and chatted with a little group of your friends, the managers at random play hosted a Christmas party in their parking lot and who are you to decline your best friends! With a few chairs and tables Christmas lights and even a giant projector playing classic Christmas movies it quickly became very lively Even some of the people running the shop next door brought homemade food and treats, and some alcohol. After a drink or two and introducing yourself to a few people, You somehow made your way under a familiar green plant with someone you knew.

Lighter Lorenz

He'll try to act like he wasn't the one who tried so hard to look so casual standing close enough between you and the mistletoe. He'd been trying to get you underneath all night, And now that you're right next to him he had to hold back how much he was smiling as all he did was look up.

"Well, would you look at that... I'm not too familiar with the rules, are you?" The big fat liar said, letting a little curve of a smile grace his freshly moisturized lips from the chapstick he had used earlier. He was already sneaking his arms around your waist pulling you closer to kiss him. You decided to not call him out for his blatant lie as he almost completely took the lead and kissed you.

Billy Kid

He generally thought mistletoe was a myth, a myth that someone like him would never be under a plant like that. He didn't even know that The plant actually was a real life plant until Nicole had to explain to him what he was underneath. And once everything hits him all at once.

Billy.exe stopped working

He doesn't care if he can't feel your soft lips, the fact that you kissed him counts. But damn it was one of those days where he really wish he could feel maybe he should get that skin sensation update. It's expensive but any price he would pay to feel your lips again.

Anton Ivanov

The most chill out of everyone. "Oh I'm just giving you a kiss? Sure!" As he goes in to kiss you. Using the mistletoe as an excuse to kiss you has him fist bumping the air.

Anton is the kind of guy who makes his feelings for you known. He's also so blatant with his feelings that you think he's joking. If it was anywhere else on that mistletoe, he would have kissed them on the cheek or something, but no, for you. He makes sure to kiss you where it counts. He'll even ask "do you want more?"please say yes he would like that.

Ben Bigger

Poor bear he's practically shaking. Despite being twice your size He scared that he might hurt you or nip you on accident with his sharp teeth. "You don't have to if you don't want to... You can just kiss me right here." He says with a smile His claw pointing to his cheek. He could never accept a kiss from your lips. It's not the right time!

He'll make sure to bend to your height. His eyes closed, bracing for your soft lips. He could hear his heart pounding so loud that it drowned out everyone else. He hopes no one is looking. He might die from embarrassment or cardiac arrest, whichever one comes first.

You surprise him by touching his cute face and kissing his little nose. He hopes that you can't see his blushing face through his brown fur, but he's not helping to hide how he feels with his paws covering his face.

Wise

Damn it! He told his sister not to hang up that thing! And when trying to take it down you just so happen to bump into him. His eyes went wide as his heart jumped in his throat instantly forgetting what he was doing. His voice cracks as you point out the mistletoe that he's trying to reach for.

"Y-yeah That's there... Um... So listen you don't have to if you-" You were done hearing it as you kissed him on the lips. Thanking his self-restraint that day for swallowing his internal screaming. But he couldn't do much to hide the blush on his face as he smiled. "Forward aren't you... Save some for me." Four words that he will be regretting for the rest of his life.

Fine, the mistletoe can stay... For now, he'll have to thank his sister later.

Von Lycaon

To him a mistletoe is childish, Even as a younger pup He thought it was a little stupid. But with that bright smile on your face how could he refuse. Why spoil your fun? You look so happy to see him and you're cute face always makes his tail wag.

"where would you like my lips to lay?" He asks. When you appoint to your lips his eyebrows flick up for just a second before his smile widens. "Who am I to turn down such a request." He can't help but give you a little extra pressing his nose against your hand before moving to kiss your lips. Now he definitely understands the appeal of mistletoe.

Asaba Harumasa

He would probably take the mistletoe that is tied to the ceiling and bring it over to you. He taps your shoulder and jiggles it in his hand with a smug smile. He will regret this for the rest of his life, but who cares? He has a little alcohol in his system, and you're right there. His heart could burst when he felt your lips against his. He wanted more so badly. He tried to pull you in closer. His eyes were half-lit as if he were under a spell.

He had to stop himself from going in for another kiss. Your lips were so perfect. He wished he could do more than a quick peck, but with people watching, he couldn't just slip his tongue in your mouth.

[2amriize]

.ᐟ needy RIIZE when you cuddle them ༉‧₊˚.

req: Okay but like Riize getting hard (and needy i.e. ANTON!!!) when you cuddle them or straddle them 😞😞😞😞😞😞😞

pairing: bf!riize x reader — masterlist

!! SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, MINORS DNI

⭑.ᐟ shotaro

For Shotaro and you, your favorite time of the day was when you lay together on the couch after dinner to watch a series or movie, or simply to talk about how your day had gone. At that moment you were cuddling with each other, you telling him something that had happened to you while he gently caressed your arm. For some reason that day Shotaro couldn't take your eyes off of you, and as he listened to you he felt every time the need to get close to your lips and cut your words. And well, he did. He couldn't hold back and started kissing your lips needily, to which you reciprocated somewhat confused. 'Taro, why…?' 'Sorry, but i just need you so bad right now… Can i…?'

⭑.ᐟ eunseok

Eunseok used to be pretty good at holding back the urge, or so he always said. You knew perfectly well that he became very needy at the slightest physical contact with you (or even without physical contact). At that moment you were both in his bed, joking around as you always used to do. You had started a little wrestling match to see who could pin the other one down. Finally you were on top of him, both of you with your breathing a bit labored. Eunseok had a little smile on your face, which you didn't understand until a few seconds later, when you started to feel how he was getting hard under you. 'Really Eunseok?' 'You look so cute trying so hard to win me… Can you help me princess?'

⭑.ᐟ sungchan

You and Sungchan were at a friend's house, as you had organized a movie date. The sofa was big, but you still decided to lie on top of Sungchan while he hugged you with his arms, as you loved being that way with him. For some reason Sungchan had been a little needy since he had gotten up, but he hadn't had any time alone or with you to work it out. It was that moment when you were on top of him that the friction meant he couldn't take it anymore. You immediately noticed it, looking at him somewhat surprised. He was looking back at you, apologizing with his eyes. You thought it was cute how desperate he looked, unable to stand being alone. You leaned close to his ear and whispered. 'We can always go to the bathroom and sort it out there…'

⭑.ᐟ wonbin

Wonbin came home very stressed. He had been through that whole day, and all he wanted to do was go home and lie down on the couch and rest. And that's what he did. Once he got home he sat on the couch, and you went over to try to de-stress him a little. You got on his lap like you used to do and started massaging his shoulders and arms with your hands, while he closed his eyes. You didn't know if it was because of the mixture of being stressed and your touch, but little by little Wonbin started to pull you closer to him and caress your body. When you realized his face was on your neck, leaving some kisses on the area. 'Wonbin? What's wrong?' 'I'm needing you so bad right now…'

⭑.ᐟ seunghan

It was getting late and you had to go home, so you got up from the couch to leave. Seunghan grabbed your hand and stretched you a little, causing you to fall into his lap. You couldn't help but laugh at his expression, as he looked at you with a small pout forming on his lips. 'Do you really have to go?' Seunghan put his hands on your lower back, pulling you closer to him as you put your hands on his shoulders. After a few seconds looking at you with a pitying face he moved closer to your lips, making out with you for a few minutes as his hands ran up and down your back. When you parted Seunghan looked at you with a slightly shaky breath as he whispered. 'Okay, now you can't leave me like this y/n… '

⭑.ᐟ sohee

You and Sohee had spent the night together. You used to sleep facing each other, but as soon as you woke up, Sohee would turn around and put her arms around you, staying in that position for a few minutes while you woke up completely. It was while you were in each other's embrace that you started to feel something pressed against your back, and immediately you heard Sohee whisper as he pulled away a little.

'Omg y/n, I'm so sorry… I didn't mean to…-'

Realizing what was going on you turned to him letting out a small laugh. 'It's okay Sohee it's normal, don't you want me to help you with that?'

⭑.ᐟ anton

Anton always becomes so needy for you, with the slightest touch. But at the same time he's a little embarrassed to turn that way. This time you were lying in bed, about to go to sleep, when you noticed how Anton hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your waist and the boy left a kiss on your cheek as he wished you goodnight. You were going to sleep soon too, but you decided to stay up a few more minutes looking at your cell phone. It was after a few minutes that you noticed Anton move a little behind you, kind of rubbing himself as he let out a small whimper. 'Anton, is something wrong?' 'I'm sorry honey… I think I got too close to you and… Can you help me please…?'

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[tokiiwonz]

best friend anton thoughts

tw: jealous anton, car sex, unprotected sex (don't), exhibitionism, allusions to manipulation, infidelity xD, eunseok was punched (i'm so sorry)

thinking about best friend!anton walking in on you touching yourself while moaning his name ♡ like damn, you just can't help yourself; you grew up together, laughed with each other, even cried with each other—you're not going to just let any other person have their way with your man, not by any chance and fortunately for you, anton thinks the same

best friend!anton who knows you have feelings for him and decided to get a girlfriend for himself just to mess with your head. he swears it's nothing romantic, and that he just wants to see you get jealous over someone else.

best friend!anton who gets mad jealous after finding out that you're in a relationship with someone in his friend group. he's known for being usually a chill laid-back type of guy but the moment the news broke out, he didn't hesitate to punch eunseok for taking what's supposed to be his.

best friend!anton who recklessly drags you to his car before roughly kissing you in the backseat. he never thought that his silly little plan would backfire at him, and to him, it's all your fault. you need to be put to your place for getting back at him.

he never hid his liking for your strawberry-flavored chapstick. one could argue that he has used more of your chapstick than you did, and he never imagined how good it would taste when he's tasting it on your lips.

best friend!anton who is a shameless manwhore. given everything that had happened, he takes his phone out before recording you both making out in his car. a documentation, at least according to him. he shows off how he makes your pretty lips bleed with the way he bites it; all swollen and needy for whatever he's about to give you, taking lots of pictures and clips of all the hickeys and bite marks he left before sending it to their group chat.

best friend!anton who has you bouncing on his lap, tearing up as you struggle to take his fat cock. god, he loves the way you cry for some dick. no ones supposed to make you cry like this but him, and as he was thinking that, he couldn't help himself but to clench his jaw and drag his cock deeper into your warmth.

you felt so full, on a high if you will, having his cock bulging your stomach with every thrust. it doesn't help you much that you could feel him drag every inch of his cock deeper and deeper. neither did having you wrapped so tightly around him helped anton—he feels so lightheaded with how tight and small you feel against him—he’s got you all stuffed up, soaked and quivering, riding him as he hits the softest spot inside you.

anton has always taken pride in his work, and your vulnerability under his control right now has only fed his already-big ego.

he's shameless on where he puts his kiss marks on; on your cheeks, neck, shoulders, anywhere he finds enticing, really. “i didn't say stop, did i? i said don't you fucking dare stop riding this fat cock. you're going to show & tell eunseok who fucks you this good.”

and before you could even give a proper response, a whimper escaped your lips as you felt anton’s harsh thrusts up into you repeatedly. he hit your prostate in many ways he could—your toes curled up as anton let everyone hear your moans.

“thaaat’s it, doll,” he groaned as he throws his head back in pleasure. “riding so good for me. go make a show, show how my pretty boy rides tonnie's cock.”

best friend!anton who likes to humiliate and make you feel small ♡. rumors has it that it's hard to deal with a mad anton due to how annoying he could be, but you think otherwise. you're very much willing to do everything to get his hands all over your body, even if it means to anger this mad man (which pretty much explains how poor eunseok was dragged into this mess)

"who told you to act like some kind of street whore, hm? i'm giving you just enough attention, aren't i? am i not enough for you to get a boyfriend? fuckass slut.”

best friend!anton who's temperamental. one moment he's splitting your hole open, the next he's making you his pillow prince (it counts, even if you're at the back of his car). he's just so obsessed with messing with your head even when he's fucking you—he wants you to be dependent on him, because you're his and his only ♡ kiss your forehead while his hands were wrapped around your neck? you got it. making you cry with his thick cock while cuddling you? you got it.

anton may seem like some kind of playboy, even a fuckboy, to other people, but he has never slept with anyone but you. his cum stained fleshlights and self clips were his testaments. he just loves you so much, ok? ♡

"got what you needed, doll face? a good dick down from me? yeah, that's it... anyway, wanna come over later?” he pecked your lips as he cummed inside you and smiled. “keep my cum inside you, alright? i’ll eat you out later when we get home.” you giggled as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before preparing to drive.

[nnight-dances]

XOXO, YOU MIGHT BE MY NEXT!

PAIRING: lee anton x fem!reader

GENRE: short n' sweet moments!!!!

TROPES: friends to lovers, college au, turning 20 existential dread inspired by yours truly, flirting friendship dynamics, no drama in this one because i'm sick n tired bro

WHAT TO EXPECT:

Something about Anton had changed ever since he turned 20 and you could not put your finger on it. All you knew was he had made it his mission to fluster you and letting him catch a hint of what he was doing to you was a bad idea...

"I can't believe I'm no longer a silly little guy in his teen years," sighs Anton. Had the speaker been a remotely more predictable person than Lee Chanyoung, decidedly the king of "never let 'em know your next move," you would've at least pretended to be amused by his statement.

Instead, you echo his sigh with your own. "Come on, there's no way you're still whining about this. You used to cry about being stuck a nineteen year-old and being called a kid, and now that you're not? You're crying about it, too!"

Anton frowns at your sharp but resoundingly true words. He crosses his arms, leaning closer to you across the table, his eyes taking on a candid gravity. "I'm serious this time, Y/N, I'm spiralling. I feel like I should be doing… more?"

You blink at him. Count on Anton to have an existential crisis in the library of all places. You could've even get get vulnerable with him right now if you wanted, what with the mobs of students surrounding you, chattering away in their own circles. 

You pat his arm across the table, feeling the soft fabric of his baby blue hoodie that always sat so well with his eyes.  "It'll be fine, Ant, you're doing enough as it is. You're a good student and a good friend, too. That's more than a lot of people can claim."

He doesn't hide the small smile that creeps onto his face, "You really think so?" Then, he tilts his head and like a switch turning, his smile turns flirtatious. "But that's all you think of me as? A good friend?"

You stare back at Anton, at a loss for words at his sudden change in demeanour. "Well, yeah? Aren't we…?" you ask the question hoping he'd drop the act and laugh it off but his smile is only morphing further into a smirk the more flustered you get.

Feeling your ears warm, you avert your gaze, suddenly incredibly intrigued by the laptop screen of a girl working a table away from you. You think about Anton and how the two of you had always been closer to each other, compared to the rest of your friends. Maybe it was only because your schedules always matched up, allowing you to grab meals together and hole up in the library after. Maybe it was because you lost track of time when you were with him, laughing at something stupid or spouting something stupid yourself just to watch him laugh with you. 

You couldn't say the possibility of being something more to him hadn't crossed your mind. Of course it had, Anton was the most charming guy you'd been around for a while and you felt comfortable with him like with nobody else. And it was that comfort that was the very reason you didn't feel the need to pursue more with him: it was enough to be his friend. 

But something had changed about him ever since he turned 20 a week ago. You don't know where to pin the feeling that he'd changed but he'd become more… direct. For example, the night of his birthday, you'd decided to show up at his door to wish him in person at exactly 12 am. He'd been thrilled to see you and pulled you into a hug. A completely normal hug. Just a little too long for two people who were just friends. But you had been more than happy to feel his warmth so you didn't mention it. When you did finally pull away, Anton had chased you face, planting a kiss on your cheek out of the blue.

It had caught you off guard like nothing else. You'd stared at him, not unlike how you'd looked at him a few minutes ago, turning hotter by the second. But he'd simply grinned the purest grin ever, thanking you sincerely for wishing him. 

With that and his sudden question of your relationship with him, you didn't know what to think anymore. 

Anton has gone back to his work by the time you come back to your senses, as cool as ever. You can hear the hum of the music in his earbuds as he types away at his computer. You really don't know what to think, with his flirting and nonchalance after. God, you think you might drive yourself crazy.

And you desperately want to keep your sanity so later that night, on your walk back home from the library, you try to hint at it. "Hey, you know…" you start, catching his attention, "I feel like you've changed somehow… since you turned 20."

He looks amused at your admission, brows quirking up, "Really? Please, do say more."

"Well," your eyes jump from his to your shoes and then back, "Like you're acting different."

"I am?" his cheeks rise, "Is it weird?" 

You note that he doesn't ask you how he's acting different, implying he probably knew what he was doing. The thought of it being on purpose only rattles you more. 

"Not weird, no," you breathe, "I'm just not used to it, I guess." You hate yourself for not knowing where you were going with his. Anton might as well think you were the weird one for reading into his actions so much without having a proper reason to. 

But before you can backtrack on your observation, you feel Anton's hand brush against yours. You look up at the contact and then, his fingers interlace with yours, a soft tug bringing your joined hands into his pockets. 

Your heart nearly catapults itself outside of your chest at the sudden touch. All while Anton watches you but you turn coy, looking away. 

"Is this okay?" his voice is low, so as to not startle you. As if you could possibly be any more startled than you already were.

You look at him once again and his eyes are sincere, as sincere as his hand is in yours, keeping you close to his side. "Yeah, it's fine," you hear yourself saying, as if you didn't belong to your own body anymore. 

You walk back in silence but warmer than ever, with Anton's hand enveloping yours the whole time. You feel dizzy with the weight of his touch and with the confusion of it all. 

He walks you to your room without a word and when your hands finally part, he gives you a soft smile. "Good night, Y/N." You nod, unsure if you could form any words right now. You turn to unlock your room when Anton speaks up again: "Oh, and about earlier? You might wanna get used to it." 

You spin to face him but he's walking away without another look at you and you swear your knees all but give out under you with how weak you feel. Your words from earlier come rushing back and your heart races even in your own company as you enter your room. Anton might just be the death of you at this rate. 

— 

The next day you retain your composure for the most part, all thanks to the fact that you don't encounter Anton as often as usual because you have back-to-back meetings for club activities and a class project. But the feeling of accomplishment vanishes as soon as you spot him outside the study room where you'd met up with your project-mates. They leave, biding you goodbye and side-eyeing the boy outside, clearly waiting for someone. 

"Anton?" you call out, slowly approaching him. He looks up with a beam, "Hey! You're finally done?"

"Yeah, but what are you doing here?"

"You said you'd be here for your meeting so I thought I'd come pick you up."

You faintly recall shooting him a text about not being able to meet up at your usual spot because of your group meeting but hadn't expected him to show up there.

"Oh, I guess that's nice of you," you say.

"You guess?" Anton echoes, sulking, "Come on, Y/N. I've been sad 'cause I didn't get to see you all day and that's all you have for me? We have a lot of work to do here."

You're in a daze the whole time he's speaking, watching his lips move and feeling your stable headspace slip farther away from you. "No, I mean, I'm glad to see you, too. I just didn't expect it." 

"Told ya to get used to it, didn't I?" he shakes his head like it's the most obvious thing in the whole world. "Anyway, are you free for the night now?"

When you nod, he goes on. "You wanna come over and watch a movie with me? I've been wanting to watch it for a while now but I never got the chance too…" He goes on to give you a brief synposis of it and you can practically feel the excitement radiating off him. 

You laugh at his genuine enthusiasm and agree without a thought, forgetting your current weakness around him.

Which is why it only dawns upon you when you step foot into his room to find it to be oddly… small. Is it the same size it had always been? Yes. Had you been alone in it with him before? Also, yes. But had it ever felt like you were going to pass out from anxiety because you were all alone with him before? No. 

You plop onto his bed without a word and if Anton notices your zoned out state, he says nothing. He takes his coat off and hangs it up, tapping your shoulder. "You sure you don't want to take your jacket off? It's kinda warm in my room." You nod, having forgotten to slip your jacket off. You hand him your jacket with a soft thanks. 

You hate to be the shell of a person you are right now, so you make yourself comfortable, sitting against the wall with a cushion for your back, taking your boots off. You pat your chest as Anton is busy setting his laptop up in a position for both of you to watch on his bed. When he finally takes his seat next to you, settling closer than he usually does, you tell yourself to stay calm and enjoy the rush of feeling his arm brush against yours, instead of letting it unnerve you. 

It helps to let the feeling be, instead of running from it. You relax in your own skin, finding the peace to finally focus on the movie instead of the boy next to you and in your heart. 

It's a sweet movie, as it turns out, even earning a few tears from you as the ending credits roll in. Anton hits pause on the movie, shifting to look at you. You half-chuckle through your tears, wiping them haphazardly with the back of your hand. 

Anton catches your wrist in his, pulling it away from your face and to his lap. His thumb replaces your hand, gently wiping at your cheekbones. "I'm guessing you liked the movie then?" his voice is tender, not mocking like you might have expected. You nod, "Yes." 

"I'm glad. I wasn't sure you'd be willing to spend time with me alone after… after yesterday," Anton says, his lashes hooding his eyes as he speaks, tone suddenly coy, "But I'm glad what I said didn't make you uncomfortable." 

"...you were worried?" you ask, shocked at his shy revelation.

"Well, yeah, I was worried when I didn't get to see you the whole day today that maybe you were avoiding me. But that was just me overthinking things. I'm scared to fuck things up with you."

You find yourself smiling at his sincerity. "You're so cute, Anton." 

The words slip out of you before you can filter them and the boy's head bobs up in shock at your compliment, and you both sit in silence, staring at each other's flustered faces. 

And then you both break into laughter at yourselves. "What are we even doing?" 

Anton runs a hand through his hair, "I don't know, Y/N. What do you want us to do?"

You rest your head against the wall, humming, "I want us to stay this way. To be with you." 

He chuckles, "I feel like those are mutually exclusive events, no?" 

"They don't have to be," you mumble, reaching for his hair, just so you can feel the soft strands tickle your skin. "I'm happy with you, Anton."

Anton's hand finds yours in his locks, bringing it to his lips as he kisses your knuckles. "I like being with you too, Y/N. But I want more. Maybe I'm just being selfish, but I want you, all of you."

His words would've sent your heart into paralysis had they been uttered a few hours ago but having been lulled into the comfort of his presence for a while now, having attuned yourself to your own feelings at last, you feel a soaring feeling, like you had finally found something you had been looking for this whole time.

Anton's pulling you closer, his hand encompassing yours as his face overwhelms your vision. "Kiss me already," you urge him and just like that, his lips find yours, with a crash that makes you giggle a little. The force of his warm lips sways you a little and Anton catches you in his arms, pulling you into him by the waist. 

"Can't believe I finally did it," you hear him whisper when he pulls back, looking at you in awe. "You don't understand how long I've been wanting to kiss your damn face." You laugh into him and he hugs you tight. "God, when you showed up at my door on my 20th birthday, I swear it took me everything to not kiss you right there and then."

"If I recall correctly, you did kiss me," you remind him, "Granted, it was on the cheek. But you could've sped the process up had you just kissed me for real."

Anton glares at you, "You're saying that? Really? After you went mute because of said cheek kiss? If anything, I was being considerate. Plus, I would kill to see you go that red again."

"You jerk! So you were teasing me on purpose!" 

"Well, yeah? What kind of a guy would I be if I didn't flirt with the girl I like a little just to enjoy how she reacts? It's the cutest shit ever!"

You hide your face in his sleeve, "You suck. I lost sleep over that, you know."

"Good to know that it wasn't just me, then." Anton's arms wrap around you so naturally that you can only wonder if this was really your first time being intimate with him. 

When you rise from his arm, his lips capture yours again, urgently like he was running out of time. You return his fervor, just as desperate in your desire as he was. That night, you fall asleep in Anton's arm, feeling his heart beat next yours as you dream away. 

– 

It takes you a second to get used to the feeling of Anton being your boyfriend. Because in many ways, it's the same as always: him picking you up from class to eat lunch together and spending your time together struggling with coursework. But now there's more to it: you walk home, hand in hand, and spend your nights together.

"Hey, you wanna come over and make out after you're done with this meeting?"

You snap around to glare at Anton when he whispers the question in your ear. You hit his arm and he laughs boyishly, shrugging, "What? I'm just being real because you and I both know that's what's gonna end up happening–"

"You're outrageous, Anton," you shake your head, "We don't always–! Well, maybe most of the time, yes, but–" He cuts you off, pecking your cheek. "Yes, yes, whatever you say, babe. I'll see ya in an hour." 

– 

[roxoxoxoxy]

Hi, can you pls do a fic or head canon of ex bf anton who misses reader ex?

Includes:- pathetic Anton kind of, open ended, mild angst? Very mild angst.

I don't know if you wanted them to get back together or not so I left it open ended, tysm for requesting <333

Many much typo, no much Grammer, I very dumb dumb

"Oh and there's this really good ramen place right around the corner, I remember going there and...blah blah blah blah"

Anton can practically feel his brain leaking out of his ears from boredom, he feels like an asshole thinking this but he really wishes he never agreed to go on this date. He tried to argue against the idea but after watching him mope around their house like a kicked puppy sungchan insisted he at least try to have some fun and forget about you. The problem is that, being on a date, he can't think of anything but you and how he wants you to be here instead of her.

There isn't anything wrong with her, the girl he's on a date with, she's pretty and seems nice. They both have a lot in common, at least on paper, but he just can't do this right now. She isn't you, and you're the only one he wants. He isn't sure when it happened, when he got so comfortable that you would never leave him that he let himself get carried away. Being an Idol is a taxing job with little free time and slowly he started loosing focus, spending his free time playing games or sleeping instead of trying to spend his time with you.

It's not like he didn't know it upset you, you were getting increasingly agitated at his lack of effort but....he just assumed you'd never leave. Life felt so whole and good with you that he forgot there was a time before you, that you could leave if you ever wished. So when you told him you both needed to talk he was as dismissive as ever, that was until you said you were ending things for good. Antons world shattered that day.

He's been walking around like a ghost for the past month, it's like a part of him is gone and he can't get it back. He wishes he had begged you to take him back that day, he was too prideful to do anything but accept it at the time but now all he wants to do is go back in time and promise he'll change, that he'll love you like you deserve. He feels like a fool, loosing the best thing that's ever happened to him.

"Are you even listening?" Her voice snaps him out of his trance. He looks around, a bit embarrassed.

"uh....I'm...I'm sorry." Is all he can muster up to say, because he really is sorry for wasting her time like this. She just sighs, poking around at her food, looking annoyed. He doesn't say anything to make her feel better, eating his food in silence till the bill comes.

He sighs when he finally leaves the restaurant, sitting down on his car and sinking into his seat. He's miserable without you, up until this point he'd been hesitant to accept it but it's true. His life isn't the same without you in it.

He opens up his phone, scrolling through his contacts till he finds yours. 'Future wife (🤞🏻)' he thought the contact name was sweet at the time, especially since he was so sure you would be his future wife but now it just hurts to look at. He contemplates back and forth between calling you, it's pathetic, he thinks to himself, you've probably moved on and he'd just be making a fool out of himself, he just needs to move on and give it time. He calls anyway.

The phone seems to ring forever, it's only rung twice but it sure feels like eternity, his heart is beating out of his chest and he's immediately regretting his actions. What if you don't pick up? What if you do pick up? What's worse? If he cuts the call now you'll still get the notification, god be probably seems so desperate-

"...Anton?" he lets go of a breath he didn't know he was holding when he hears your voice. Surely you care about him at least a little bit if you picked up.

"...Can we talk?.... please just hear me out, I love you, I'm so sorry"

If you guys have any ideas future fics, my ask box is open :3

[ddolbyong]

playlist. homesick - wave to earth, flower of life - the novembers, to us - apro(ft. wave to earth & wavy), plastic flowers - idlework, all i need to hear - the 1975

MAY 22ND

hey yn, its haechan. i know this is stupid... uh i just... i really miss you. um... i don't know what to say... i don't even know why i called... oh! um i heard this song recently, uh homesick...? by wave to earth. i know how much you love this band and i have to admit your taste might even be better than mine haha. uh. you know... listening to this song reminded me of you. yn, i... i feel so lost without you by my side. i miss having you around. i miss your warmth, i miss your comfort... i just miss you. you're... you're my home and i'm homesick.

MAY 25TH

hi yn. its haechan. again. uh jaemin recommended this song to me recently... um its called... flowers? no uh... flower of life. by the novembers. i... i think. my memory hasn't been very good recently haha... sorry. uh the song is about the uncertainty and curiosity of the future, as well as... the um desire to live life to the fullest. you always used to tell me how you were unsure on where the future would take us. well um i... i just want you to know that whereever it takes us, i just want to be by your side. i want to live life to the fullest with you. i miss you.

MAY 29TH

hey, its haechan. um doyoung played this song yesterday... he uh said it reminded him of you. i guess... everyone misses you too huh. uh... um.. what was i talking about? oh! right. the song. i think its called.. to us by uh.. apro. wave to earth also features in it so you would definitely enjoy it heh... anyways, the song is about embracing life's challenges and finding contentment in the present! doyoung said it reminded him of you because you always knew just how to handle your problems and not let them affect your life. i totally agree with him. you always carried gratitude and appreciation for the present... it makes me admire you more than i already do.

JUNE 1ST

its haechan. i miss you. i heard plastic flowers by idlework yesterday. made me think of you. i uh.. i can't think of anyone else who can connect with me as well as you did. everything feels so empty without you. it hurts. i um... do you remember? when we uh just laid in silence, scrolling through our phones for the entire day. haha.. i...  i don't know if i can do that with anyone else without it feeling awkward. it only feels familiar with you.

JUNE 6TH

hey. its my birthday today. i've just been in my room listening to the 1975's all i need to hear. this was our favourite song, remember? um.. i... i miss you so much yn. i wish you were here, with me. telling me everything i need to hear.

notes: this was inspired by @00127am 's mark voicemail fic!!! i also orginally wrote this for anton but i just miss haechan too much... i hope you enjoy and feedback, likes, reblogs n replies are appreciated!

[heartbeetz]

🎀 and 🌸 for Anton?

🎀 how would you describe S/I's appearance compared to their personality?

💥 At a glance, Jazzy's pretty non-threatening. Doesn't like to make himself noticed, flies under the radar pretty well. You get to know him, though, and boy is he somethin' else. Might not always look it, but he can be real loud, real fun, and a real pain in the ass. Hah!

🌸 Do they have a nickname for you? Are you comfortable with it being said in public?

💥 He's got lots of nicknames for me. Mostly pretty standard pet names. Those I don't mind. I'lI parrot 'em right back in a heartbeat, no matter where we're at!

💥 When he gets into the cutesy stuff, though.... l, uh... maybe'd rather that be left at home.

(asks from here)

[sam-keeper]

Most modern criticism agrees, audiences have a lot of interpretive say. So why do people still talk about media like it's being inflicted on them? Sink your teeth into the difficult films No Country for Old Men and Nosferatu and learn to get your agency back as an audience.

Art, any art, has its subject, and then it has what it thinks about that subject, but "what it thinks" doesn't sit in the art's brain--it hasn't got one, after all--but our brains, the audience's. "What it thinks" is convenient shorthand, really, for a whole relationship, between the artwork itself, the creators and what motivated its creation, the audience and what motivates their reception, and the whole context they all find themselves in. But the text also has qualities, relatively objective contents, and those contents restrict the possibility space of "what it thinks". It would be rude to imagine a bunch of scenes in a novel that never happened and claim the original text says something based on them; we can't put words in art's mouth--it hasn't got one, after all. We do speak for a text, though, and a text speaks for us. We have agency. Older forms of interpretation viewed art as a series of objective authorial intents bundled into a message beamed into our skulls, but most modern interpretive theories agree, more or less, that the audience puts work into understanding. Somehow, the way we talk about art in broader culture, particularly online, hasn't caught up. That shorthand gets taken at face value, as though the message of art (or advertisements, news articles, press releases, scientific studies, press secretary statements...) is obvious, requiring no engagement from us. I've had people scoff and say I'm misusing language when I apply the word "literacy" to this idea. Maybe that's comforting. Having agency means taking responsibility, sometimes responsibility for having a bad time, or for just being wrong. You ever come out of a movie and turn to the people you're with and say, "hey so what was that... about?" At that moment, you might find out you're alone with your interpretation--that you effectively watched a different movie from everyone else! With all the fearsome experiences art offers, and all its attendant social anxiety, why not wrestle some control back by reinterpreting yourself as a victim of art's impositions? I don't think that feeling of control lasts, though. If anything, in the long term it makes art seem like a contagion vector, full of potentially dirty feelings and memes. Media "literacy" partly just means engaging art confidently, instead of feeling like art's being imposed on you. To feel that kind of confidence, though, takes practice, and it's a hard skill to teach, at least if what you're actually testing for is a set of "objective" repeatable metrics. A lot of English classes seem to teach a straightforward "x means y" relationship between symbols or metaphors and their meaning. In response to that kind of disempowering rote formula approach, some people reassert their agency by just... pretending nothing means anything, which feels defiant and powerful, but cuts down everything they can say about art to "Yes!" and "No!" What can this kind of audience do when a work puts two characters in contention, has them spell out a core worldview disagreement, and offers a question: who is right? They can only fall back on reliable common sense (you know, all the unexamined stuff they've absorbed from culture and the people around them, or just their gut emotional responses), arriving at what they believe is the obvious only answer. Too bad, because one of the best ways to train your interpretive agency muscles is looking at exactly those moments of character disagreement. Like, take a look at Anton Chigurh and Carla Jean Moss in No Country For Old Men, maybe, sure. It's a popular movie, a great, iconic scene, and fun to talk about, so let's take a look. At the end of the movie, Anton Chigurh, philosopher-hitman, is going to kill this basically innocent woman; it sucks, and we all hate it, right? I guess it's a bit more than a character disagreement. But it is a disagreement in the sense that they're gonna have a conversation before Chigurh and Carla Jean go to their respective fates, and that conversation is pivotal to the question of what the movie is "about".

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[blueberrybeomgyu]

thinking of overstimulating anton until he’s a whimpering mess. he’d be so whiny and would try to kiss you as much as he can just to be less noisy. he’d be so cute too, he loves you so much he always lets you do whatever you want to him, he trusts you fully.😶IM SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN ITS NOT RVEN A JOKE ANYMORE

anon i love the way you think!! i haven't let myself think about overstimulating anton bc if i do i might never be the same, but now you've got me thinking about it, sooo....am i really to blame??

he always strikes me as a bit handsy, i think if you're still jerking him off after he has already cum, he'd gasp and try to pull your hand away

"you're so pretty when you cum, toni, can't you show me again?" you'd ask sweetly, and anton secretly lovesss when you dote on and compliment him, so he'd nod his head and squeeze his eyes shut. soon enough, he's bucking into your hand and covering his mouth as he cums again. he's shaking and pulling you down to kiss him through the mix of pain and pleasure, too embarrassed to listen to his own desperate noises.

if you're riding him, he tries so hard to wait until you finish to cum himself, but your walls are so soft and gummy, and they're squeezing him just right, and sometimes he's cumming before he can even try to stop himself.

you keep riding him, bringing yourself to your own orgasm, and he tries to stop you, to pull you off of him, but his grip is too weak. you compliment him again, tell him how perfect he is, and he'd do anything for you, so his hands end up falling back on the bed lamely.

in these moments he struggles the most keeping his noises in, whining and babbling quietly about how sorry he is, how it's too much, he can't take it. despite his words, he's thrusting his hips up to meet yours. when he sees that you're cumming, how beautiful you look fucking yourself through it, he's spilling into you again, pulling you down to kiss him more.

i think two would be his limit, but a day might come when you feel like it's the right time to push him further, see if he can come apart for you a third time. of course he says he can't, begs you to stop, but the burn feels so good, he can't help the way he's fucking into your hand/cunt. he's so overwhelmed by the sensation that he can't even speak, tears falling down his cheek as he sobs through another orgasm, too weak to even pull you down for a kiss.

✧･ﾟ: *

[antinitoniny]

santa doesn't know you like i do

"i wonder if santa could bring a whole damn 6ft man this midnight" you said, pouring yourself another glass of red wine.

"...is that what you wished for this christmas?" anton, your best friend asked. he seems concerned & LOOKS concerned.

"i mean, i can't really think of anything i want for christmas except for an intelligent, hot, athletic, 6foot man to ruin my 2025." you said

you & anton have been friends since your womb era considering the fact that both of your parents have been friends for decades.

your friendship is basically fixed & y'all can't do anything about it anymore. proven & tested when you tried to cut him off during elementary after stabbing his arm with a pencil but you found each other in one dining table the next evening.

now that your parents wanted some time to themselves, the "kids" are left to take care of the house this christmas eve.

now, you're sitting on the couch next to anton, trying to figure out how the hell would santa fit in the chimney.

"you brought the cookies out, didn't you?" you asked, checking the table near the tree.

"for santa? are we seriously gonna do that?" anton asked, looking at you like you're some 5-year-old.

"um, no? it's for my future husband that he's bringing over." you rolled your eyes jokingly.

"what did you wish for anyway?" you asked

"i wished for someone to like me back" anton said, sitting back comfortably, looking at the ceiling.

silence.

anton waited for your response but you weren't saying anything. curious (and nervous), anton looked at you to check your reaction.

there you are, spacing out.

"what's on your mind?" anton asked, popping your lil bubble.

"how the hell would santa grant that? it's not like he can put that in a box & leave it under the tree" you said

anton laughed loudly for a minute or two which made you think that he's going insane.

anton, on the other hand, found your thoughts funny. he expected you to tease him about his lil crush or ask him about who it is. but instead, you were worrying about santa.

"i can't think of anything else. plus, i don't really believe in santa." anton replied

silence.

but this time, it was because the conversation was done. silence has never been awkward with anton which is mainly why you've learned to love anton's company.

his presence doesn't make you worry about what you're gonna say next nor how you're gonna continue the conversation. you can just exist in one place in silence & it can be the best hours of your day.

"what exactly did you write to santa?" anton asked, looking at you. for some reason, you felt nervous to look back & engage in eye contact so you stared at the tree.

"good morning, santa. if i'm on your good kid list, i'd like to have a good company for christmas. preferably a 6ft man in his 20s, smart, nice, soft spoken, family oriented, athletic, and hot. thank you, santa. merry christmasㅡ with a bunch of hearts" you recited from your memory.

"that's basically me" anton whispered

"huh? are you badmouthing me on christmas?" you raised your brow

"i said that your wish is not that specific" he said sarcastically.

"santa observed me for years as a good kid, he knows me & he knows my type" you rolled your eyes jokingly at him

"i've been with you for more than a decade, i think i know you more than santa" anton mindlessly replied

"your point being?" you asked

anton gulped. he doesn't know what he's going to say & confessing to his longtime crush is definitely not part of his 2024 bingo card.

"that i'm more than qualified than santa in fulfilling your wish" anton said confidently, succeeding in hiding his nervousness (at least in his end)

"i don't think any of your friends fit the criteria" you said, lowkey hoping that anton will offer himself

"i do" and he did

"huh?"

"i fit your criteria, don't i? am i not enough as a christmas gift?" anton teased, leaning over to your side of the couch. anton's confidence grew once he saw how flustered you are.

"hahaha what are you saying? stop it hahahaㅡ i wonder if they're home? i'll checkㅡ" you said, standing up to go to the front door. your face is obviously heating up from the unexpected turn of events.

"i like you" anton interrupted you. you stood frozen to your spot, looking at anton who's already looking at you.

"i love our little moments together like how we spent hours just walking around town last weekend, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. you make the most random things feel important." anton smiled while recalling your little moments together. you couldn't help but smile as well.

"it's the way you laugh at your own jokes, even when no one else does. it's honestly one of my favorite things. you'll say something dumb, then look at me with that "I know it was bad but I’m laughing anyway" expression, and I’ll always laugh too, because I get it. " anton said, slightly teasing you. you rolled your eyes jokingly, chuckling of how accurate he is as if he has read your mind during those moments.

"also, right, you've always hated wearing those big jackets in the winter, but I know you’d never leave the house without it because someone else might be cold. i mean, you always let someone borrow your jacket without a second thoughtㅡyou act like it’s no big deal, but I know it’s because you don’t mind being a little uncomfortable if it means someone else feels better." anton continued.

his words warmed your heart. you didn't know that he noticed that.

"is that why you always wear two jackets and i somehow find a magic jacket on my shoulder?" you laughed

"yeah, and you always tease me about how dramatic i am for wearing two jackets." anton sighed

"you could've just made me hold the other jacket just in case" you said

"you hate holding stuffㅡ it's always ME who's holding your bag anywhere" anton quickly rebutted which made you zip your mouth.

anton chuckled and continued.

"anyway, i admire your perspective on different things & how you view people. it's like, no matter how messy the situation looks, you always manage to find the good in it. you see beauty in the things other people might miss, like how you can walk through a crowded street and notice a little detail, like the color of someone’s shoes or the way a kid is laughing, that makes everything feel lighter. " he said.

"there’s something about the way you move through the world—so real, so unbothered, but always with purpose—that makes me want to be better too."

anton said, looking at you sincerely.

"i can’t help but fall more for the person you are when no one’s looking. I’m not sure when it happened, but somewhere along the way, you became someone I want to know more, be more, and be with." anton said, walking closer to you.

"so.. merry christmas?" anton laughed the awkwardness off.

"i don't know what to say, i'm really bad at words" you said, tearing up

"obviously, i'm aware. you're not obligated to say anythingㅡ i just wanted toㅡ i just felt likeㅡ" anton's words were soon interrupted by you.

"i love you. like, fuck it, i stabbed you with a pencil when we were 7 because i was sad because you didn't like me" you confessed. you were so close to crying because of anton's words and anton just stood there, laughing his ass off.

"you're pretty violent..." anton said, acting so offended

"h-heyㅡ"

"i'm sorry for the late confession. i should've known." anton suddenly said. he was about to say more but you immediately interrupted him with a hug.

"...maybe i should start believing in santa" anton chuckled, burying his face on your neck.

"merry christmas, ant." you said, breaking the hug to look at him.

"oh my god. thank you, santa" anton said, completely taken away by your beauty & by the thought of how the situation escalated to this.

you laughed at how chaotic he is. the anton you love, the anton you've loved that seemed to have never changedㅡ and you're glad that he didn't.

"i actually wrote your name on my santa wishlist" you confessed

"good to know. after all, santa won't give you somebody that loves you more than me".

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Multifandom Preference: Being petite and very short compared to them // PT. 2

This is dedicated to the people who commented on part one: @robin-the-enby @maria-moll @agentfandom @whoneedtheyantonchigussyate @humanfleshismeat and @kennedyisityou

Content/Warnings: Once again kinda size kink coming through, might read a bit like objectification in some instances, Definitely some Sadism in the Hannibal section, Gender neutral Reader

Anton Chigurh

He likes the practicality of it a lot, honestly Anton considers you travel sized at this point because he can hide you easily if there's trouble and then come back later to where he deposited you after he's done dealing with whoever was after you. He's not the Gentleman type at all but seeing how pathetic you carried your bags when he started to bodyguard you around was enough to decide that he would take those for the rest of time. Will look at you with a mixture of amusement and condenscation when you try anyway before taking the luggage away from you. If you protest he will carry you like luggage as well, I dare you. But sometimes he will just observe you, look at you while you get on your tiptoes, climb into bed ect that makes you very aware that he is fond of your height in some way.

Brahms Heelshire

Since he can't have anyone see him, he makes sure to put one of his sweaters or cardigans on you whenever he knows some delivery person or similar is coming by. It really is a mixture of possessiveness and loving to see your frame swallowed in clothing his size, while you just think he's worried if you get cold. Brahms is spoiled as hell but he also really enjoys doing things for you, and when he decides to make dinner for you both he likes lifting you up to sit on the counter and watch him. It's just so terribly easy, it excites him whenever he finds a reason to do it. Especially when it means getting to wrap his arms around you for a moment and taking in your scent- even while you go on capture a bug on the ceiling with a glass or something while he holds you up.

Dennis

It's hard to keep his distance at all times, even though he certainly tries his best to adhere to that self set rule. Dennis is strong, the strongest after the Beast itself out of the horde, so he is well aware of what his body is capable of doing if he were to let that cautiousness slip. But nonetheless, accidents happen. Like when you nearly fell unconscious and he had to catch you, or when you nearly did something dangerous and he had to reach out and grab your arm. In both occasions you halted insteadly, flinching when his hand firmly pressed onto your hip or caught onto your wrist. It made a pleasant shiver run through him, this ambiguity of wanting and not wanting to be close to you because of the implied vulnerability of your height drives him mad. But you will not hear a word from him about it, only see him press his lips together and huff or sigh in contained frustration.

Hannibal Lecter

He is outwardly very considerate and Gentlemanly toward you, pacing his steps when you walk together or taking over the umbrella in one case because you can't really hold it up his head as well without extending your arm like an athlete with an Olympic torch. But when you happen to get your leg hurt, just a little, it is exhilarating to him. Seeing your composure shift from a functional person to something alike an injured bunny is so damn amusing and befitting of that height difference. He will gently guide you to sit on his couch and touch your ankle to put it up while he goes to fetch his first aid kit in the other room. Hannibal will be so forthcoming, because seeing you whine and squirm a little while he puts on a bandage is satisfactory enough to return the favor and make sure you are well cared for and get comfortable. He makes you your favorite drink and will make sure permit you lean on him or grab onto him as to not put pressure on the injured leg while you put on your shoes or something while he patiently gazes down on you.

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