og’s know that this is a better version of a past post i had made 2 years ago before i deleted all of my post and restarted the blog, i decided to remake it because i have more headcanons and ideas for the boys.
disclaimers: [y/n] instert with some physical descriptions, suggestive descriptions and content, body descriptions, mentions of past trauma and sadness.
Shu admires quiet and sweet girls, the type of girls that would love both autumn and warm seasons, girls that dress up for him and get all flustered whenever he makes flirtatious remarks about it, his eyes shine whenever their cheeks fill up with a pink blush as they desperately unite their hands to cover the emotion that creeped up, soft spoken girls who’s voice is barely audible, those who are too scared to look up when spoken to, but that also have energetic laughs that spread in hearty and shining smiles. They don’t give up easily on him and try to change his routine by filling it with more constructive behaviors that could possibly make him change. He thrives on seeing them all over him, cuddled up between his arms, their fingers brushing on his hair as he rests his dormant head on her chest.
Shu likes curvy and full bodies, soft and motherly figures that fill his palms when fisted and are comfortable to sleep on (he so uses her ass as a pillow.), warm and soft skins that pass for clean sheets, he loves sinking those pungent fangs on them like they’re sponge cake. He likes curly and free hair, in their volume and youthful appearance he finds the true beauty in the girls he bewitches, wavy hair is also fine, he likes running his hands on them as they get tangled and trapped inside those clouds, his favourite look from them would be the messy hair look, that can be obtained by napping together, she’d wake up and stretch her arms up, as he turns his head and admires the mess her hair has become. Bunny eyes would also be appreciated, he likes that innocent and lively look she gives him whenever their gazes encounter, the long lashes folding on her eyebrows and irises moving subtly left and right as she tries to understand what’s happening in his mind.
Shu loves when she lays skin to skin with him, bare figures intertwined in a romantic peace as the two souls share a single earbud like it’s the most intimate object to join two fates, both eyes closed as her skin warms his cold body, Beethoven’s compositions speak like the same soft whispers he had addressed to her earlier, when their bodies where attached to its most.
Reiji admires serious girls, the kind of girls that have straight beautiful faces, who’s mood is not swooned by simple things, they all have to have that subtle sass that gives them an extra charm, especially if they know their worth, he enjoys breaking them and submitting them. It’s the girls whose movements are filled and calculated by knowledge of mannerism and etiquette, those women who know how to behave like proper ladies, even their tears fall on their cheeks politely, developed and vast brains do it for him, he enjoys a woman that speaks many languages, that’s properly educated in mathematics and cursive writing, someone who excels academically and skill fully, his woman needs to know how to do everything perfectly, its that elegance and education that makes him thirsty for her, for a girl that can satisfy him.
Reiji likes tall and slim girls, he likes slender and towering legs, smooth like porcelain that move straightly and confidently, for him there’s nothing more attractive than a nice pair of legs, dolled up with garters and stockings, red bottoms even— he’ll loose his mind. He likes long shiny hair, strands that seem to be highlighted by the moonlight itself, carefully combed or styled in elegant ways, buns, claw clips, hairpins… he likes cold bodies, the feeling of tiny icy hands around him, caressing him, desperately trying to accommodate him or even raise the slightest pity for his poor victim. He likes sad and sultry eyes, those stolen looks that you sometimes give him, those hopeful yet sassy stares that make him smirk, he has a taste for down turned eyes as well, wonders what kind of horror could make them widen.
Reiji loves seeing her, knee to floor before him, her trembling limbs thrown on the floor followed by her figure, as the cold pavement meets the bare skin of her legs, her palms are opened on the floor, slow and warm tears leaving her lashes as they blink, panicked and trembling her head looks up to him as he stands tall and proud before her, empty teacup in his hand, droplets of jasmine tea still dripping from the edge as the rest lays on her hair, the liquid confuses with her tears after wetting her forehead, the tips of her hair dribbling the drink. He smiles, he loves humiliating disciplining her.
Subaru admires quiet and gentle girls. Those who are soft spoken but “smile a lot”, he likes to lie to himself saying that his mother didn’t affect his taste in women, both he and his brain know that’s a big lie he makes up for justifying the fact that calmness and that sour taste of insecurity makes him crazy for any girl. A girl who doubts herself when she looks at the mirror, someone who thinks too much of everyone and everything, he doesn’t admit it because he knows that searching for an insecure partner makes him evil. But he can’t help but smile when he thinks about a girl’s eyes lighting when be compliments her. “You think I’m beautiful?”
Subaru likes short and slim girls, pale and cold skinned almost like corpses. The trembling in her hands or the fidgeting habits? Make him pause and stare, stare for long until he gets frustrated and storms in another room to punch something out of frustration. Toxicity and anger will never make him admit it, but he finds a certain amount of attraction in flinches, not because he wants her to flinch because of him, the kind of flinches that make a girl gasp slightly and clutch her chest.
Subaru loves when she cries. Those sweet and coughed little sobs and the slight shaking in her body, his hand caressing awkwardly her back as her face plants on his chest for some comfort. The feeling on wet tears staining his shirt, the soft grip on his clothes, absolutely drive him insane. Who said they have to be tears of sadness?
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