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Male Y/N being embraced by Mami Tomoe

Anon: "Drinks got me feeling wanted. I just need some headcanons about being held by Mami Tomoe, even if it's the last thing I see... (w/ Male Reader)"

I lost the original ask because Tumblr wouldn't let me edit the old post :( hope you like it!

Mami is very touch starved and craves your affection. She's been alone for so long, she's placed so much pressure on herself - all she wants is someone to lean on and care for her for once.

Mami is very gentle with her affections, but she is a very generous and giving lover. If her boyfriend wants to be held, then she'll hold you in her arms like you're the most precious man in the world - and, to her, you are. If you're drunk and want affection, she'd definitely tease you over your intoxicated state. But she won't reject your advances, she'll take them all.

You can snuggle up together, cuddle each other, but her favorite is when you two hold each other in each other's arms. Your arms around her make her feel safe and protected, like for a moment she doesn't need to be this brave protector she's made herself to be. With her body encaged in your arms, Mami can finally let down her walls.

And when she holds you in her arms, Mami feels like you're safe too. She has you here, with her, away from the witches Wraiths she has to fight endlessly. When she leans on you and you lean on her, she's content. She's happy, with you.

You, her beloved boyfriend, is her happiness.

Henry Cavill Headcanons

if you’ve got any suggestions or general topics you’d like to see headcanons for just shoot an ask my way or of any of his particular roles id be happy to do such. it’s safe to say this man owns all of me 😌✨🌸💕

he’s definitely a giant teddy bear, and whenever you come home exhausted he just opens his arms. chuckling how you readily sink into his arms, once there you refuse to move or even do anything.

he ends up carrying you to bed, and helps remove your shoes and pants so you’re more comfortable.

henry would do random things like hug you from behind and lift you up just to hear you squeal in surprise.

his laugh and smile is infectious and he knows it, some days he’d purposely just sit and smile at you till you do in return.

if you’ve got long hair, he would braid it after you’ve washed it. short hair he’d probably dry it with a towel and floof it up so you end up having a hair floofing war.

during red carpet events he lets you wear his suit coat, keeps a hand at your waist at all times. or holds your hand, however you like. constantly rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

when you shower together, the rare times you actually can- 😏, he likes to wash your hair, lathering in too much shampoo you always tell him it’ll be damaging than helpful.

he gets suds everywhere, on purpose.

by on purpose he puts it there so he’ll have a reason to touch there again. some nsfw and some sfw (ex. your nose- just to see you smile goofily, your cheeks, your shoulders that he loves to squeeze affectionally, and ofc your abdomen and hips.)

when he tells you it’s time to rinse, he tilts your head back and makes sure the soap or water doesn’t get in your face, during these times you like to watch how his brows draw together in focus.

after he’s done he’ll always notice you were watching him and blush lightly.

he’s a damn good cook, surprises you with breakfast in bed. while you pop up at his work with a home made lunch of his favourites.

there’s times you have tickle wars on the sofa but leads to the ground, bc he’s a giant and you’re tiny. there’s no way you’d win if he keeps you cornered.

other days you’ll spend it sitting together reading books.

the times he’s got off work you play world of war craft, him teaching you the basics as you’re a noob or not tech savvy (like me)

once you’ve been shown the ropes you become a pro being a fast learner and all. it kinda makes him jealous to see you won’t need his guidance.

which leads to him finding something else he can teach you about or vice versa.

the times Henry isn’t home a lot, you take Kal for walks/jogs and spend the day in cuddled with the giant doggo watching shows you’ve binged already.

he often calls to face time you during his breaks or hair & make up. the two of you taking goofy snap shots and asking the other how their days been.

often times you always mumble how much you miss him, and the way his eyes seem to gloss over you know he misses you too.

the two of you can always hear the door clicking even with the tv blaring and you watch Kal go to greet him while you wait on the sofa in jammies.

by jammies it’s usually his hoodies or a t-shirt even a button up with long socks. due to the fact his shirts look like dresses on you, shorts aren’t really a necessity.

the excitement is high in your veins at him being home too but you don’t wanna bombard him.

most times you fail, even beating Kal to him and throwing yourself into his arms. showering his face in kisses and scratching the light stubble lining his jawline. he returns each shower of kiss with his own to you.

henry forgets all the bags there and holds you to him tightly, inhaling the smell of your shampoo. all while you koala bear wrap yourself around his sturdy body.

you both do different work outs in the day, you always skip or give up before him bc what is dedication ??

he’s the real dedication if you’re honest. when he joins you, then you’ll see it through just to see his glistening muscles. *cue purring*

henry getting jealous and pouting because you give more attention to Kal rather than to him?

Two Giant Cuties

i’m prepared to lose all my uwus doing this one, and i know it’s from one of mah gals. aka henry nation gang. ✨🐕‍🦺

tumblr bout to catch my hands i’ve tried to post this twice with the words on it and nothing sksksk mfking bitches 🔪🔪🔪

the highlight of dating the talented, beautiful, british man henry was. was that he had the cutest doggo ones ever scene.

the name perfectly suited for the fluffy, giant, majestic beast.

kal, whom you call kal-el for the full superman effect. he rly was the dog version of superman when you found out he was a service dog and helped henry at times.

henry instantly loved seeing how well kal accepted you and you to the dog.

when he was away he’d almost always see you spending all your time with kal. doing this that and the other.

taking him for walks, giving him treats, sitting cuddled up on the sofa watching tv shows or youtube videos.

one time he even saw you play a song that would always get stuck in his head, as you ran around through the house with kal hot on your heels.

henry wasn’t privy to everyone knowing- even you. but he was envious how much his own dog got to spend time with you more than him. getting to be showered in your kisses near daily, it was all he wanted-

it was becoming taxing to focus solely on work 100%

it was adorable, you both even had a matching insta story highlight dedicated to your cute puppers.

yes ‘yours’ as in both of you owned kal. everything that was his, became yours at his behest.

henry catches you on your down time, sitting up in bed with the laptop opened up to illuminate your face in the dark.

the bed dips and you roll into his body with a light giggle, turning over to ignore the video of funny things to give him your undivided attention.

he’s all smiles till he suddenly frowns, moving some of your hair back behind your ear. hand going to frame your cheek delicately.

not nearly expecting it, he pouts. bottom lip sticking out and you smile confusedly. sitting up higher to get his attention fully.

once he starts you try your best to not laugh, but he’s actually jealous of a dog? of his own dog for that matter

understandably so- kal was adorable, attentive and sweet. but he wasn’t henry.

henry babbles on how, “you’re so much closer to kal.”, “would you even want to spend time with me anymore?”

your attention diverts when said american akita all black and white. fluffy bundle of joy, trailing fur behind himself has nosed the door open. entering your private space.

kal comes over to you panting with big eyes trained to you, and henry grumbles a loud “see!” at you turning to face kal.

it makes you laugh loudly, pulling your boyfriend to your chest nod rubbing his board shoulders and back. laying sideways as you pat kal’s head.

giving the sweet service dog a wave to wait so he lays at the foot of the bed waiting patiently for you both.

henry doesn’t stop looking like a wounded pup, you pinch his cheeks catching his eyes now that he’s looked up.

reassuring him of how you spent time with kal because he helped ease your anxiety, he perks up at that knowing he’d bought kal in the us to help with his own anxieties.

a big one was how you hated him going away it would make going to work impossible for him now.

now that you’d explained it was almost silly, but he wasn’t willing to give up.

demanding more time with you. more than kal- who has all the time in the world and no obligations.

that you didn’t need to hide your insecurities or anxieties from him, in return he wouldn’t hide his own either.

after henry was nearly a whole hour late (huehue😏) and a very pissed off director, he made an agreement for you to be allowed on set.

ofc after signing plenty of confidential papers it was free reign.

of course if your schedules lined up. and when they did you were at peace having the two lovable idiots at your disposal.

kal was a bridge that seemed to only draw you both closer and opening up more doors for your relationship to grow.

you’d always have the dog and now one another to help quiet the conspiracy theories your minds cooked up in its spare time.

Valentine’s Day

first off sorry i’ve been so mia life is throwing a tidel wave of obstacles my way. i’m trying to work through them but it’s tough so here i am with henry head canons to help me through it. i promise i will work on the asks in my inbox cross my heart 🤧🤞🏽

this one probably isn’t up to par bc it’s rushed and it’s already midnight but hush it’s for the holiday- one i’m not a big fan of but happy v days, i’m a single pringle like my boomer babey 😌🥰

you’ve both been dating for a couple years let’s just get that out of the way. he could never manage to pin down a day to celebrate the holiday together.

so naturally you both just sent one another texts and cute pics to tie over the need and wrapped the whole night up by falling asleep on the phone together. even if timezones were wacky.

though this time it’s different, the first time to ever celebrate together in person. it was nerve wrecking, not just for you but henry as well.

You go about your day like normal, doing all the tedious, usual tasks to keep yourself busy.

having planned his v day gift in advance there was a trail of roses carefully lining the little rug to lead towards the dining room.

it was a hard feat to do considering kal kept picking petals up or zipping and running around they scattered about.

after his mid day jog however he calmed down. so you busied yourself preparing a little festivities of v day balloons.

it was frustrating considering you were new to this (or never celebrated it quite as often) with the balloons awkwardly in the air and your voice a high pitch you celebrate the war won.

henry’s end he lied about having work, all a rouse as he went to pick up flowers (one could never go wrong with unless you’re allergic, then however omit this portion).

they’re your favorite kind.

stopping by a shop to pick up a variety of chocolates, the ones you didn’t want he was happy to eat not being that picky an eater with sweets he just didn’t part take in em regularly.

one last stop to collect an order of a custom made bracelet to match his own pinky ring. the chain was golden with the etching of the design his ring had. on the inside was a sweet quote of “be mine.”

henry makes the drive home quick. mostly for the sake of the melting chocolates and flowers to get to a source of water. it wasn’t rly urgent per say, he just couldn’t wait to see the surprise on your face.

you knew he had something but he didn’t crack at all under precious- not even during sexy time (due to both of you losing track and getting into the cardio).

the car pulling up on the gravel is what gains your attention, running around in a near panic the door opens unceremoniously to you in one of his turtle necks.

it falls at your mid thigh bc he’s such a giant.

henry’s eyes start to the top of your head, a slight smile showing off one dimple at the ruffled bed hair. to the way the shirt dips around your cleavage till it hands losely around your thighs.

he doesn’t miss the way you rub your lips together running away with a blush across your cheeks. all you hear is a deep chuckle in response.

the little rose petals are what he takes into consideration, following the elaborate path to your shared kitchen/dining room.

henry sees you fiddle around for a vase filling it with water, you accept the bouquet placing it in the cool water. messing with the arrangement to distract yourself.

his warm hands circle your middle, tucking you close to his sculpted frame you squeak delightfully. his breath breezes along your neck as he slides the chocolate onto the table.

that catches your eyes, filtering which would be his and yours. the task topped with him feathering kisses from your ear- to the side of your neck till he rests at the dip where neck meets shoulder.

one hand reaches up to mess his hair up like yours, the other intertwining with his other at your abdomen.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Valentine.” is what he mutters all sweet, deep and sultry.

you hum, head tilting to kiss his forehead repeating the words but with dork at the end. you weren’t a sweet.

he laughs again lifting you up in a twirl and you join his laughter.

henry fills you in on how he didn’t really have work, to which you punch him in the shoulder. the others being lighter jabs, after he showers you in enough kisses yours complacent.

being the skilled kisser he is you were weak to them. has he not latched the bracelet onto your left wrist you wouldn’t have broken the make out session.

he smiles toothy at- one would assume is exaggerated but it wasn’t. to the shimmering gold bracelet that dangles some but fit your wrist perfectly so it would never slip off.

you pounce him again, arms around his neck as your noses bump with the messy kiss and many “thank yous”

carefully henry sets you down eyes closed expecting a gift in return. you pretend a sheepish expression he looks near to being hurt.

when kal bursts into the room with a bag in his mouth. covered in bright pink and red hearts on a white back drop. the sweet puppers drops the bag before you.

henry doesn’t move till you tilt you head for him to go ahead. so he opens the bag, with a disgruntled ew at kal’s slobber getting on it some.

the wrapping that’s abit excessive is set aside, till he sees a plastic packaging. he has the most adorable shocked expression ever as you cheer clapping.

he puts it to the table, lifts you into his arms and twirls around. you hang on for dear life watching as you’re now grounded again and he’s tearing open the item.

it’s the new headset he’s always wanted for gaming.

at that your day is complete. ordering some take out because you both can’t be bothered. you just want to hop online to world of war craft and venture the world taking quests and leveling up. throughout the rest of the couples holiday.

at night fall theres light canoodling, nothing too intense but still the affection and love is all there it’s enough to help you both fall asleep tucked close to one another.

JSchlatt calls Quackity "duckling" and Quackity calls him "lamb". That's my headcanon. That's the post. Don't try to change my mind.

The thought of Geralt playing hide n seek with kids obliterates me. I come bringing stories of Geralt playing with town kids.

Let’s start off with the beginner, hide n seek. No one would ever play hide n seek with a Witcher because they can use all five sense to find you. But do kids know that? Picture this, Geralt walking into town, Roach walking next to him eyes on the stables at the end of the town’s road, and from the side, Geralt can see a group of small kids next to one of the tents open in the market. He knows better than to march right up to them and say hi, or to wave his huge hand at them, so he simply steps forwards and continues on. He made a few stops at a few tents to get some apples for roach, other items along the way to the stables and kept seeing the same kids but hiding. Were they scared of him? He didn’t smell any fear... once it clicks into his dense head, he smiles a little and walks on with Roach. Now when he sees the kids, he acts like he doesn’t, lifting his chin high or talking to roach quietly. Once to the stables, and Roach finally getting time to relax, he spots the kids hiding next to the stable, inching ever so closely. So he turns his back and makes a thinking face, finger tapping on his chin as he stared up at the sky with fake questions. After a moment of standing there, the kids hop out and all attempt to startle the Witcher, who hums and turns to the kids. They were all kinda bummed out they didn’t get to scare the Witcher, but Geralt gave them apples he got earlier.

I think the drawing is when he slowly getting to be more well known, and at first Jaskier thinks it’s for him. I think they’re in a town about to leave when a little girl comes running up to them, no words, just a paper she’s holding above her head. Geralt turns to her and is a bit worried she could trip, but Jaskier smiles and kneels down to her. Except she doesn’t go to Jaskier, she goes straight to Geralt, hopping at his feet and insisting he take the paper, it’s important. Geralt looks at Jaskier, who is stunned but amused and waves a little hand at him, then he takes the paper carefully from the girl. It’s a little drawing, clearly made by this little girl, of him and his sword. He looks mad, but is smiling and Geralt can’t help but feel his slow Witcher heart jump with excitement. He kneels down next to her, who is watching him closely, and holds up the picture next to himself, and smiles. “I think it’s an exact portrait, what wonderful art.” The little girl beams. Jaskier is so warmed by this, and years late he still sees the doodle every once in a while.

I think it get real wild when they call him for a game of Tag, or maybe some teens start to race him and his horse down the road on afternoon. Geralt being just, soft and kid friendly is my cup of tea.

Geralt of Rivia can, has, and will cut a bad man's head clean off his neck with one swing of his sword but he'll also play hide and seek with kids and keep the drawings kids he's helped give to him like they're treasures, and honestly that's so sexy of him.