#I love it when tough guys shows the softer side

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Welcome Home, Tough Guy

Pairing: Simon “Ghost Riley X Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader acting silly and get to see some humanity in Simon instead of just the soldier we know he is

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy, i needed to see Simon as more of a human, so… here’s the baby boy

Word Count: 1.2k

Masterlist

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The past few weeks had been long and lonely without Simon. The countdown to his return felt endless, and in the days leading up to his homecoming, you’d channeled your anticipation into planning a celebration. It was silly, maybe even a little over-the-top, but you wanted to welcome him back in a way that showed him he was loved and that he could let his guard down here.

So, after a lot of last-minute tweaks and second-guessing, you finally set up your surprise: a big “WELCOME HOME, TOUGH GUY” sign, balloons you’d blown up by hand, a lopsided banner, and a snack table packed with all his favorite treats. You knew it might be too much for Simon, who always tried to slip back home as quietly as he could, but you couldn’t resist. After all, he deserved something a little special.

When you finally heard the familiar rumble of his truck pulling up outside, your heart skipped a beat, and you practically sprinted to the door, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. Through the window, you caught sight of him as he stepped out, his tall, broad frame cutting an imposing figure in the fading light. Despite his usual guarded posture, there was something softer in his eyes as he looked up at the house.

As he made his way to the door, he froze, taking in the decorations with a raised eyebrow. His gaze lingered on the crooked banner, the balloons, and finally, the giant welcome sign on the door. His mouth twitched, the hint of a smile breaking through his usually stoic expression.

“Really?” he muttered, his tone deadpan. “A sign?”

“Oh, come on!” you teased, barely able to contain your excitement as he came up the steps. “After all this time away, you think I wouldn’t celebrate?”

He shook his head, clearly fighting back a laugh. “Didn’t peg you for the ‘welcome home party’ type.”

“Well, I’m making an exception for you,” you replied, hands on your hips. “You deserve it.”

He paused, glancing at you with an expression that was somewhere between amusement and disbelief. “Deserve a good meal and a quiet night, maybe. Not… all this.” He gestured to the decor, and you could see he was a bit overwhelmed.

“Oh, please.” You gave him a playful nudge as you guided him inside. “There’s even snacks.”

“Snacks?” His eyebrow lifted again as he took in the spread of chips, sandwiches, and a few neatly arranged drinks on the table. “Didn’t know I’d be gettin’ the five-star treatment.”

“Only the best for you, big guy,” you teased, and motioned to the couch where you’d piled up every blanket and pillow you could find. “Now, sit back and let me pamper you.”

Simon sighed but didn’t argue, sinking into the mountain of blankets with a look of amused exasperation. “I feel like I’m at some kind of spa,” he muttered.

“Exactly!” You handed him a cup of iced tea with a tiny, bright pink umbrella sticking out. “A full tropical experience, just for you.”

He stared at the drink, glancing at you with a mixture of bewilderment and amusement. “An umbrella?”

“Obviously,” you replied, trying to keep a straight face. “Welcome to paradise.”

For a moment, he just looked at you, as if he couldn’t quite believe any of this was real. Then, with a faint shake of his head, he took a careful sip, holding the tiny umbrella off to the side. You could tell he was trying to keep his usual stoic composure, but the faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth was impossible to hide.

“Happy now?” he asked, glancing over at you with a smirk.

“Very,” you replied, settling in beside him with a grin. “Now, relax. Let me spoil you a bit.”

Simon gave a resigned sigh, leaning back against the cushions. But as he looked around at the makeshift decorations, you noticed a softness in his expression, a rare ease that he reserved just for moments like these.

“Missed you,” he murmured, his voice low, and reached out to take your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. The simple confession hit you like a wave, filling your heart with warmth.

“Missed you too,” you replied, leaning your head on his shoulder. “You know, you really need to take more breaks. You deserve some softness now and then.”

He let out a short chuckle, looking down at you with that rare, affectionate gaze. “Spoilin’ me with pink umbrellas and throw pillows, yeah?”

“Exactly,” you said, a mischievous smile spreading across your face. “Think of it as a taste of what life could be like if you ever let yourself actually relax.”

He shook his head, but you caught the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Didn’t think I’d ever be the kinda man to need all this,” he admitted quietly, his voice almost too soft to hear. “Didn’t know I needed it ‘til I met you.”

The admission made your heart ache with a fierce tenderness, and you reached up to brush a hand across his cheek. “Everyone needs a little comfort, Simon. Even you.”

For a moment, he simply looked at you, his gaze deep and searching, as though he was trying to memorize every detail of your face. Then, with a rare gentleness, he shifted, slipping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. You nestled into his side, feeling the steady, reassuring warmth of his presence.

In that silence, he started running his fingers through your hair, the slow, soothing rhythm lulling you into a comfortable haze. You closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the closeness, the softness of him in this moment. It was a side of Simon few ever got to see—the man beneath the mask, the one who craved peace just as much as you did.

After a while, you stirred, looking up at him with a playful grin. “So… what’s next? Movie? Board game? Or maybe I’ll make us some popcorn?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You’re just lookin’ for an excuse to beat me at somethin’, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” you teased, poking his side. “Or maybe I just want an excuse to spend more time like this. With you.”

His gaze softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “You don’t need an excuse, love. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

As he held you, you felt the weight of his words settle into your heart, filling you with a deep, quiet happiness. For tonight, there were no missions, no walls between you, and no expectations—just Simon, your Simon, wrapped up in blankets and silly decorations, basking in a rare moment of pure, unguarded peace.

Here, in this cozy little bubble you’d created together, he wasn’t Ghost. He was simply Simon—the man who loved you, who let you see every part of him, even the sides he tried to hide. And for you, that was the greatest gift of all.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[mysteriousmayden]

Not cannon, I just had this is the back of my mind and it needed to get out. Also just wanted an excuse to show off an oc of mine, Julious. OwO

Original Nightmare and Dream belongs to @jokublog

Fallen Fantasy Nightmare and Dream belongs to me

Julious belongs to me

[jxwl4k]

The Only Exception

Plot: Bakugou hates everyone but YN, the only one who softens his tough exterior.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t known for his friendliness. In fact, the opposite was true. He was brash, loud, and always seemed to have a scowl on his face. Most people avoided him, and that was exactly how he liked it. Except for one person: YN.

No one could understand how someone like YN, always smiling and filled with sunshine, could handle someone as explosive as Bakugou. It didn’t make sense. Bakugou seemed to hate everyone, but for some reason, when it came to YN, his attitude completely shifted.

The moment YN entered the common room, his eyes softened. She bounced in, her usual cheerful self, waving to everyone in the room.

“Hey, guys!” she called out, her smile lighting up the space. Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima waved back, used to her bright personality.

Mina leaned in and whispered to Kirishima, “Watch. He’s gonna melt the second she talks to him.”

Sure enough, YN walked over to Bakugou, who was slouched on the couch, arms crossed and glaring at the TV. His scowl softened just slightly as she approached.

“Hey, Katsuki,” she said softly, sitting down beside him.

“Tch, what do you want?” he grumbled, but there was no bite to his words. In fact, he shifted slightly, making more room for her to sit closer.

She grinned. “Just wanted to see what you were up to.”

He huffed, his eyes still glued to the screen. “I’m watching a stupid show ‘cause these extras can’t pick a decent channel.”

“Hey!” Kaminari called out from across the room, clearly offended. “This show is awesome!”

Bakugou ignored him, his focus still on YN. She just laughed and leaned into his side. To everyone else, Bakugou was intimidating and aggressive. But with YN, it was like he was a completely different person.

“Wanna get some fresh air?” she asked, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

He glanced at her for a moment, then shrugged. “Whatever. I was getting sick of sitting around with these idiots anyway.”

As they stood up, the rest of the group exchanged knowing looks. Bakugou had always been protective of YN, and while he seemed to hate everyone else, it was clear to everyone that he was softer when she was around.

Once they were outside, YN breathed in deeply, enjoying the cool air. Bakugou walked beside her, his hands shoved into his pockets. His usual tense expression had eased, and he glanced at her every so often as if making sure she was okay.

“You’re the only one who gets away with making me do stupid stuff like this,” he muttered under his breath.

YN smiled, nudging him playfully. “That’s because you secretly love it.”

He scoffed but didn’t deny it. She had a way of breaking down the walls he built around himself, and he didn’t mind it when it was her.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while until YN suddenly stopped. “Katsuki?”

“Hm?” He turned to face her, raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you so different with me?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. His usual bravado faltered, and he shifted uncomfortably. “What do you mean?”

“You’re…kinder. I mean, not to everyone, but with me, you don’t act the same.”

Bakugou looked away, his jaw tightening as if struggling to find the right words. Finally, he let out a sigh. “Because you’re different.”

She blinked, surprised by his answer. “Different how?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly frustrated with himself. “You’re not annoying like the rest of them,” he muttered. “You don’t piss me off. I don’t feel like I have to be on guard with you.”

YN smiled softly, stepping closer to him. “So, you don’t hate me?”

He rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched slightly, like he was holding back a smile. “No, idiot. You’re the only one I don’t hate.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Bakugou stiffened for a moment, not used to physical affection like this, but then he relaxed, his arms hesitantly wrapping around her.

“Tch, you’re such a pain,” he mumbled, though his hold on her tightened ever so slightly.

YN just grinned into his chest. “You love it.”

And though he would never admit it out loud, she knew he did.

[keruimi]

He is Having a Fever

Pairing: Obanai Iguro x reader

Warning: Fluff, slight spoiler under his mask

A/n: Having difficulties posting this since there's a problem in tumblr. This is just a scenario unlike the usual oneshots because I'm running out of ideas so my apologies. I hope he is not ooc in this one and I hope y'all enjoy it!

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One thing that is difficult when this guy gets sick is taking his food. This man being picky in food is tough enough but getting a fever where taste buds can get unpredictable is like a mission itself already.

You don't know what to cook for him without him getting nauseous.

Intake food became difficult for him because of what he went through in his childhood so you can't really complain when it comes to feeding him.

Another reason is his mask. He hasn't really shown you what's under his mask so that's another hindrance when you take care of him.

Especially on the first time he indeed got sick.

He was in denial at first until he finally couldn't ignore the hot feeling that couldn't be removed. It feels like he just finished his training.

The hot feeling of getting work up but at the same time, the feeling of fatigue like you just don't want to get up.

It was confusing.

It worsened when he refused to cooperate with you and just believed that medicine alone can heal it without resting.

"Obanai Iguro! What did I tell you about resting huh?" You called for him when you saw him training with his friend, Sanemi.

A lot of arguing took place before he abided by your wishes and followed you back to his estate.

"I was just out for a short time and you already went training. You really want your fever to spike up again"

He just sighed at your words before you felt his warm body hug you from behind.

"I can't stay still especially when you're not with me" he murmured that made you glance at his sleepy eyes.

You sigh in defeat before you pull him to his bedroom followed by a cough from him.

You sigh in worry before you take a bucket of clean water to wash him up.

You quietly unbutton his uniform as he lays his back on the bed frame.

"If you keep training without even taking a slight rest, you will really not get better" you spoke up again before he helped you remove his uniform.

"I thought it would be fine since--"

"Resting at night is not included" he sighed once again when you cut him off before you wash his body with cool water using a towel.

"Love, you really need to rest, okay? This will not take a week anyways" you spoke in a softer tone that made him lean on your hand that rested on his cheek.

"Let's remove your mask so you can breathe better" you once again ask him to remove it and he shook his head without any hesitations.

"Love..."

"I can't. I'm too scared to remove it" he whispered and you can't help but soften your gaze on his figure as he looks down on the blanket.

"You know, I won't leave. Sooner or later, you will show it to me" you set the bucket of water at the side table before walking to the closet to get his pajamas.

The moment you come back, it seems like he became more tired without the use of his mask.

It made you smile since he seems to get more comfortable without the bandages in his mouth. He can breath better.

"Love, do you want anything for dinner?"

He seems to tense up a little before he relaxes again when you help him change his clothing.

"I don't know. Can I just sleep?" He mumbled and laid his head on your shoulder that made you comb his hair.

"We can't do that. How about Zosui? It's nice to eat it in the cloudy weather" you spoke and you hear him hum as an answer.

"I don't want to be alone in the room" his words made you smile before you lay him down on the bed.

Your lover can really get clingy when he is under the weather. You decide to lure him to sleep so you can cook dinner and after a few minutes you finally manage to go to the kitchen.

You took your time making the rice soup as you check around the house to secure if everything is lock before finally finishing the meal.

You brought it to the bedroom along with yours so you can eat together since he won't oblige if he will be the only one eating.

You put the two bowls on the side table and put the bucket of water at the floor near the bed to give more space for the food and go back to the kitchen to get his water and medicine.

You started to wake him up after you prepared everything. He groggily wakes up as you peck the corner of his mouth that makes him freeze for a minute.

It was indeed the first time you saw his scars but the thing you prioritized the most right now is his fever so you could careless about it.

You pull the blanket off of him up to his knees so he can cool his body a little with the cold breeze tonight.

"Dinner's ready, Love" you assist him on sitting up but his slightly widened eyes are still gazing at you that lifted a small smile on your lips.

You cool down his food before offering a spoon of it to him. He slightly opened his mouth to receive it.

"You need to eat a lot so you can recover quickly." You mention as you mix his food for a while and continue helping him out before he lends his hand like he is asking for the food that made you give the food.

You sat beside him and he immediately rested his body to yours while he resumed eating as you started eating your own portion.

Sometimes, you tend to forget that he doesn't like to feel weak or useless even if he is having a cold or fever.

But you can't really help it when you love him. There is always the instinct to look after him since this is the only time he will lean on you.

The only time where you can take care of him instead of him always looking after you.

You glanced at his direction and saw him almost finishing his food.

"Do you want more?" You spoke up after the comforting silence as you nuzzled your head on his shoulder, feeling how warmer it is compared to his usual body temperature.

You felt him shake his head making you nod before putting your bowl down to get his water.

You wait for him to take his last bite before you take it away from his hands and lend the glass to him.

You took the wet towel again before you wiped his body again as an attempt to cool down his temperature.

"Take your medicine" I gave him the pill and he drank it without a second thought before putting the glass at the side table.

"How do you feel now?" You asked him as you raise his arm to run the towel on it as he just watches you do your own thing.

"Slightly better" he spoke followed by a kiss on your forehead before he leaned back at the bed frame.

"Eat your dinner, I'll wait for you here" you heard him in a more stable voice after eating the warm meal making you nod your head and clean the bowls and go your way to the kitchen.

When it's time for bed, you see him slightly hesitating on pulling you to him since he doesn't want you to get infected but it seems like he forgot that a while ago so you chose to sit beside his head and play with his hair to lure him to sleep once again.

"Thank you Y/n" he spoke with his arms around your waist while he rested his head near your legs, giving him a comfortable position feeling your presence with him.

"I love taking care of you Obanai" you murmured as you kept playing his hair as you saw him slowly closing his eyes.

"Because you got to see me in my vulnerable state" he grumbles with a slight disapproval making you let out a small laugh.

"Well, it showed me a different side of you" the atmosphere was warm and comforting, something good to be true as you felt him tighten his arms on your body making you run your hand on his arms to soothe the tension out.

"I'm glad to see every side of you" you whisper when you notice slightly drifting to the dream realm as you close your eyes to also rest.

If you just know...

You already fulfilled his dream.

And that is being beside him

[dearsnow]

TOO SWEET

- you discover that you mix a little too much sugar into your relationship, and jake seems to believe that he’ll turn everything sour. (jake seresin x fem!reader, angst, jake being an asshole when he thinks he’s making the right decision but what’s new, i had a real fun time writing the description ⚠️ drinking)

PART 2

word count: 785

a/n - angst city is back !! and yes there are parallels bc i’m in a parallel mood so yeah some lines are very very similar to each other. hope you guys enjoy, even though my first hangman-centric fic is a sad one lol. based on “too sweet” by hozier <3

You press your palm to Jake’s face, feeling his stubble rough against your soft skin. “You’re amazing.”

He has a pool stick in his hand, one that he sets down to pull away from your touch. Your face flushes as he takes your hand in his own and places his pool stick in your other, motioning for you to take a shot. “You’re too sweet, darlin’. Let’s prove to Chicken over here that you can be tough, too.”

“Too sweet” is something he’s called you more than once. You suppose it is true, with your gentle and kind demeanor. You just can’t help wanting everyone to be happy.

Jake Seresin is pretty much the opposite of that. He intentionally upsets people with a smile on his face, content in riling them up, and fond of perpetuating rivalries. No one ever understands why you’re attracted to him, especially not the other daggers.

You see the side of him that he rarely ever shows. The one that’s kind and caring, that understands when he goes too far and reels his aggressive personality back to shore. When he kisses you on the cheek or places his hand on the small of your back, you feel it too.

So, when he pulls you to the side of the Hard Deck, you assume he’s just going to give you another drawling compliment and skirt his hand between your shirt and the soft skin of your waist. You certainly don’t expect the words that come out of his mouth next.

“Hun, I think we need to stop seeing each other.”

Your heart stops dead in its tracks. “What?” You borderline squeak. No, this can’t be happening. Everything was so perfect just moments ago, and now the look on his face makes you want to cry. It’s laden with sympathy.

He holds your hands with gentle fingers. “You’re too sweet, baby. I don’t mean it in a bad way, but I mean, you’re way sweeter than I could ever be. You tell Rooster his shirt looks nice when it’s eye-bleeding and you mean it. I love that, I really do, but we don’t fit. We don’t make sense, and I want my relationships to make sense.”

“We do make sense.” You protest. “Opposites attract or something like that. We can make it work.”

“The thing is, we can’t. I’m gonna piss you off eventually, and you’re gonna forgive me, and it’ll just be toxic. I don’t want that for you.”

He lets go of your hands, and as the cool air hits them, they miss his warmth. His green eyes are tinged with something you could associate with sadness, just a hint of aching regret. His mouth twitches a bit, curling into his sun-kissed freckles. They wouldn’t be noticeable if you hadn’t looked at him so closely, if you hadn’t kissed along that same line a few nights ago. “And what about what I want, Jake? I want you. We can have a good relationship, I promise, we’ll find a way.”

“That’s what makes you so special. Your goddamn unwavering hope. I don’t want to crush that, sweet thing, but you have to know that it isn’t always going to work out.” His tone is softer now, but his words hit like the sharp end of a knife. You stare up at him, eyes watering.

“But-“

“It’s a no, baby. Just no.”

He turns, and for the first time, you don’t follow his movements. Your fists close around empty air.

It’s really happening. He’s explained how he doesn’t want you in a million honey-suckled ways, and more than anything, you just want to sink into his arms and cry. But you can’t, and you don’t. You move away, instead, out of the Hard Deck and out of his life, into the cold night air. When you reach your car, all you can do is sob into the shiny metal.

Jake watches you leave. He wants to run after you, to thread his fingers around yours and pull you into a kiss, but he can’t, and he doesn’t. It’s better for you, he tells himself. You sip on wine and fruity drinks while his neat whiskey is sitting on the bar, half-drunk. You deserve someone nicer, kinder, who kisses you goodbye and doesn’t scratch your face with stubble. He sees you lean against your car, forehead pressed to the car door, and he almost folds. He picks up his drink and turns to face Penny, who’s looking at him disapprovingly.

“I’m not good for her.” He tries to explain.

Penny sighs and reaches for the whiskey, topping off his glass. “You aren’t. I just wish you made it your problem instead of hers.”

Taglist: @seitmai

[cailinsblog]

i feel like carlos would be the type of guy who's confident and tough around others but he's literally just a big baby around his girl and gets shy and all that....this is me requesting a fic/au...

Omg I loved this to I love getting requests!!! I hope you like this 💕

Reblog!!

Behind Closed Doors: The Soft Side of Carlos Sainz

Carlos sainz x reader

Carlos Sainz was the epitome of confidence. At the track, in team meetings, or in front of the cameras, he was sharp, focused, and had an intensity that made him one of the most respected drivers in Formula One. Even his teammates knew better than to mess with him when he was in race mode. But what they didn’t know was that Carlos Sainz, the fearless driver, turned into a completely different person around his girlfriend, Y/N.

It started at the paddock. Carlos was chatting with his engineers, discussing strategy for the upcoming race. His body language was all swagger: arms crossed, shoulders back, eyes keen and alert. He looked every inch the fierce competitor. Charles Leclerc walked up to him, tossing him a casual, “You ready to go out there and show them who’s boss?”

Carlos gave a small, confident nod, “Always, hermano.”

Y/N watched from a distance, a little smirk tugging at her lips. She saw Carlos flashing that trademark smirk, oozing charisma and intensity, and she couldn’t help but feel proud. She knew, though, that in just a few moments, her boyfriend would be shedding that tough exterior like an oversized jacket, revealing the sweet, affectionate man underneath.

Later, they met up after a press conference. Carlos wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they strolled toward the team lounge. Once they were alone in one of the quieter rooms, he shut the door behind them. The moment they were away from prying eyes, he slumped, dropping his shoulders and letting out a deep, contented sigh. He rested his head against her shoulder and looked up at her with those big, soft brown eyes.

“Cariño,” he murmured, voice softer now, “will you scratch my head?”

Y/N bit her lip, trying to hide her smile as she ran her fingers through his hair. Carlos closed his eyes, sinking into her touch like a contented cat. The world outside faded away. His tense shoulders relaxed, and he let out a little hum of happiness, nestling closer to her. He looked up at her, and his confident smirk had transformed into a sweet, lazy smile.

“I think I could fall asleep right here,” he whispered. She chuckled, brushing a few strands of hair from his forehead.

“Imagine if the team saw you like this,” she teased, giving him a gentle scratch behind his ear. He huffed, clearly unconcerned.

“Let them think I’m a big, tough guy. Only you get to see this side of me,” he murmured, eyes still closed. “But if you keep scratching, I’m not responsible if I melt right here on the couch.”

She laughed, watching his face soften with each gentle stroke. “What if I want you to melt?” she teased, her fingers tracing small circles on his temple.

He opened one eye, grinning lazily. “I’d let you. Anytime.”

Later that evening, they returned to the hotel with a few of his teammates. He was back to being Captain Confidence, holding the door for Y/N and guiding her into the elevator with a protective hand at her back. The guys were all there, chatting animatedly about race tactics, but Y/N caught the glances he kept throwing her way. Once they finally reached their floor and said goodbye to the others, he tugged her close, burying his face in her neck.

The moment they got inside their room, he pulled her close again, his hands wrapped around her waist, his face in her hair. “I missed you,” he murmured softly, swaying with her as if they were slow dancing.

Y/N ran her fingers through his hair again, watching him soften under her touch, and he let out a contented sigh. “I feel like I’ve been waiting all day just to be with you like this,” he admitted, his voice a low, tender whisper.

“You’re such a big baby,” she teased, though her eyes sparkled with affection. He pouted, though a playful smile soon spread across his face.

“For you, amor, always.

Please do send request and reblog

[awkward-walking-potato]

Can I request headcanons for Remy, Logan, and Wade would think about his female s/o walking in on him instead please?

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

Remy is used to being smooth and in control, but when you accidentally walk in on him changing, you catch him off guard—though only for a moment. He’s shirtless, mid-way through pulling on a fresh pair of pants, and when he sees you, his signature smirk immediately appears. He’s not shy about his body, so he quickly recovers and turns on the charm.

“Cher, if you wanted a private show, all you had to do was ask,” he teases, his voice dripping with that Cajun accent that never fails to make your heart flutter. He’d probably even strike a pose or flex just a bit to make you blush. He loves how flustered you get, and he’d be all too happy to take full advantage of the situation, maybe even pulling you closer for a playful kiss. To Remy, this is just another opportunity to flirt and remind you of the undeniable chemistry between you two.

Logan (Wolverine)

Logan is all about privacy, and he’s not the kind of guy who’s comfortable with vulnerability. When you accidentally walk in on him changing, he’s immediately tense, freezing mid-motion with his shirt half-off or his jeans unbuttoned. He’s got scars all over his body, reminders of his long and brutal past, and he’s not exactly eager to show them off. He’d grunt something like, “Darlin’, a little privacy would be nice,” his voice gruff but not unkind.

You’d see the flicker of embarrassment in his eyes, which is rare for someone as tough as Logan, but it’s there. If you stay in the room, he might turn his back to you, finishing getting dressed quickly. He wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, but you might catch a glimpse of his softer side when he looks at you afterward, a little sheepish. Deep down, he wouldn’t mind the fact that you saw him—especially if he knows you accept every part of him, scars and all.

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Wade would be the most unpredictable and chaotic in this situation. The moment you walk in on him changing, all bets are off. He’s likely to make a huge, dramatic scene out of it, gasping loudly and covering himself up with whatever’s closest—be it a shirt, pants, or even a stuffed unicorn he just happens to have lying around.

“Whoa, babe, you can’t handle this level of sexy without proper warning!” he’d exclaim, completely hamming it up. He’d probably start posing like he’s in some sort of superhero pin-up calendar, making you laugh whether you want to or not. Wade has no shame, and he loves making you smile, so he’d turn the situation into a joke faster than you can blink.

But underneath all the humor, there might be a flash of insecurity, especially if you see some of his scars or his appearance without the mask. He’d cover it up with jokes, of course, but if you look at him with nothing but love in your eyes, it would mean the world to him. Wade might even drop the act for a second, giving you a soft, genuine smile before going right back to his antics.

[lesbian-for-arthur-morgan]

Request : first time holding hands

I’d love to see their reactions 😭

First Time Holding Hands

Short Headcanons || Gender Neutral Language!

Genre: Fluff Featuring: Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Javier Escuella, Charles Smith, Sean MacGuire, and Sadie Adler Warnings: None

AN: A shorter post today! Thank you so much for requesting these were so fun to write I literally love doing cute little moments with these characters ~ I hope I answered the way you meant !! lol I feel like I got a little off track in some ---> Requests are open! Check out guidelines if you have any questions :)

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Arthur Morgan:

This man is a nervous wreck around you. Especially when you first start showing feelings for each other.

It took a million years for him to even admit that he was a little sweet on you, he is definitely not initiating anything past that point.

He can barely believe that you like him back.

The first time you grab his hand is not during anything special.

You’re sitting in the front of a wagon with him while on the way into town. The sun is casting a golden sheen across the earth, the air is warm but not hot, and the birds are swooping and playing in the sky overhead.

Without much thought you reach down to where he’s resting his arm on his thigh and envelope his hand with your own.

He tenses up at the contact, scared to make any sudden moves in case he might scare you away.

He doesn’t look at you directly, instead just glancing at you from the side of his eye. He wonders if you meant to do that or if you just did it by accident.

How your hand would end up on his on his thigh he doesn’t know.

When your thumb starts stroking the skin around his knuckle, tough and calloused from a few too many brawls, he starts to melt and relax a little bit.

He flips his hand around, which makes you pull away slightly, and fits his fingers in between yours. That way he’s holding your hand back and it’s a mutual.

There’s a blush on his cheeks and a grin on his lips. Not a word is spoken, but Arthur relishes the comfortable silence as he tries to think of what on earth he could have done to deserve something so perfect - to deserve you.

John Marston:

John is not a touchy-feely kind of guy. Not at first anyways. He doesn’t get what you see in him. He doesn’t understand why of all the men in the world - Hell, all the men in camp - you chose to waste your time with him.

He’s angsty like that.

He knows of your feelings for him and he gave a strong inclination that he might like you back but never confessed anything really. He figured you understood him enough to know.

You did, but he’s hard to read sometimes.

The first time you hold hands, he actually initiates it. You try not to overstep any boundaries with him, so he always has to make the first moves.

While playing a few practice rounds of poker (John is trying to teach you to play/play better), jokes are being thrown back and forth and rocks are being used as chips for show.

When John’s focus is pulled to the cards in his hands, you take the opportunity to try and grab a few rocks from his pile to add to your own as a little joke.

John catches you and places his large hand on top of your own making you freeze. A smug grin is plastered on his face and he doesn’t even look at you before placing his cards down, showing off a winning hand.

“Read ‘em and weep, Darlin’,” He laughs but never removes his hand from yours.

A small blush rises to your cheeks and his gaze falls to your combined hands. He curls his fingers under your own so that he’s fully holding your hand in his.

You try to catch his eye, but he’s so focused on his large, scarred hand covering your softer skin. It eats at him a little; a guilty feeling settles into his chest.

You place your other hand on his cheek and press on it lightly to direct his head to look at you. You smile one of your so-sweet smiles that makes his stomach ache a little with admiration, and he grins.

The two of you sit there for a while and continue trying to play poker each with one hand.

Dutch Van Der Linde:

Dutch has always been really hands-on with you. (Wink Wink)

He’s flamboyant, a show-off, cocky, and passionate. He loves to show you off and show off to everyone that you are his.

The first time he holds your hand, it’s to explicitly show that you are his and he is yours.

Most times after that, when Dutch holds your hand it means that the two of you are connected, not two people but one. Not just a couple but a unit.

He’s dramatic that way.

The very first time he holds your hand is during an argument with Hosea. A few things about camp affairs come up, plans are being thrown around, and Hosea makes a comment suggesting that you don’t need to be there for their conversation.

Dutch glares at the older man and reaches down to grasp your hand in his.

“But Daddy I love him!” Vibes I’m not going to lie.

He stands a little taller now that he’s touching you, it makes him feel stronger and more sure of what he’s saying. He puffs out his chest and looks down his nose at Hosea.

Hosea rolls his eyes a little and puts his hands up in surrender, telling Dutch that he can do what he wants.

When Hosea leaves, Dutch uses your entwined hands to pull you towards his side a little bit and hold you in an embrace.

He calls you his partner in crime, his other half, and a million other sultry things he can think of that causes a heat to rise in your chest.

He doesn’t let you go for the rest of the night after that, choosing to show off to the rest of the gang members that you two belong together and will always be.

Javier Escuella:

Javier values romance in a relationship.

Maybe nothing incredibly grand - but sweet notes, acts of service, small gifts here and there - he likes to show you how much he loves you through actions more than anything else.

All that and more is shown later on in your relationship. At first, though, Javier is more protective than romantic when it comes to you. It keeps him from showing his emotions at times, and makes him oblivious to your feelings other times.

He just doesn’t know what’s too much because he feels a lot of things, but he wonders if showing all that too soon will scare you away. His feelings are so intense that he gets scared away from you sometimes.

The first time he holds your hand is when you knick yourself while trying to do tricks with one of his knives.

You envy the way he’s able to just do the flips and graceful switches with the blades, and even how he can effortlessly play that five-finger-fillet game.

So, naturally, you try to replicate a trick you’ve seen him do a million times and it ends with a little gash on the heel of your palm.

It’s barely bleeding and looks more like a scrape, but as you hiss in pain Javier has forgotten his chore as he rushes to see what you’ve done to yourself.

He tsks at you and gently wraps his fingers around your wrist to get a better look at the wound.

You’ve forgotten the scrape at this point as his touch is sending jolts of adrenaline through your arm and his face is so close to yours you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.

He doesn’t notice, too busy looking to see if you’ve mortally wounded yourself. When he’s satisfied that you won’t die, he looks up at your face (Which is dark with a blush and you’re trying to avert your gaze from him, but you just can’t).

He doesn’t understand what’s gotten into you until he sees your joined hands and a knowing grin cracks into his face.

“I’ll kiss it, make it better,” He murmurs and presses a slow, tender kiss to the palm of your hand while gazing up into your eyes the entire time.

He knows what he’s doing.

Charles Smith:

I genuinely feel like Charles is the most well rounded of the group when it comes to his emotions and how he conveys what he’s feeling to you.

Communication king for sure.

The first time Charles holds your hand it’s like he’s always done it.

It’s so natural to him that there really is no concrete first time that changed the meaning of your relationship or created some big deal.

Charles isn’t really someone who likes to show off and isn’t into public displays of affection. Brief hugs and hand holding are the only things he can bring himself to do with you if there are other people present.

He likes to hold your hand a lot despite that. Kissing, groping, or anything even a little heated is a big no for him (in private it is another story), so he likes to have your hands intertwined more often than not.

At first he would come up to you and hold his hand out, palm up, with a quirked brow as if asking you to place your hand in his. You oblige, of course, and he would follow you around camp or vice versa.

Now, Charles doesn’t even bother asking before he comes up to you and just grabs your hand whenever he sees you.

There’s no question about it, the two of you are always connected.

If he can see you he is by your side holding on to you.

It’s not possessive (unlike Dutch cough cough), but it’s more for his own comfort. He likes being near you and he likes that you seem to enjoy being near him.

Charles finds his twin flame in you, his other half. Much more than a soulmate, but his person.

Sean MacGuire:

Sean never really knows where the two of you stand in terms of a relationship.

He flirts with you over and over and over again. You laugh and blush occasionally, but end up telling him to shut up and wandering off.

He knows that he can come off as a sarcastic ass, but he didn’t realize that it’s so intense that you can’t even tell that he’s genuinely trying to get you to notice him as more than a friend/fellow gang member.

The thing is, it is hard for you to tell. Sean isn’t known for being the most serious guy in the world and you’ll be damned if you let him make fun of you by flirting with you and making you swoon or something.

The first time you hold hands with Sean is also consequently the first time you see Sean’s feelings for you are genuine, not some trick.

You turn away from Sean after he’s thrown yet another flirty remark at you, but before you even have the chance to mutter “Shut up, MacGuire” He’s shot out and wrapped his fingers around your own in a strong grip. It doesn’t hurt, but you can’t just pull away and tell him to stop messing around.

You turn back and look down at your conjoined hands.

“Please,” He begs and pulls you an inch closer. “Listen to me.”

You can hardly focus on anything but the warmth of his hand in yours and the way it makes your heart swell and tingle.

He explains his feelings for you, every last one of them. Some were a little more explicit and detailed than you expected, but you appreciated the straight forward honesty.

Let’s just say after that conversation the two of you hold hands and more pretty often in the future.

Sadie Adler:

Sadie and you hold hands all the time. She literally cannot tell how you feel about her.

Is this a friendship? Is it more? She has no idea because you’re so comfortable with her that the line between friends and partners is so blurred Sadie isn’t even sure if there was a line to begin with.

One night, you and Sadie are lying outside the tent that you share stargazing. Sadie is telling you what she knows about the stars and you chime in every now and then with your own little details. She loves the excitement in your voice when you remember the story to a constellation or find one that you hadn’t notice last time.

Your bodies are close, but your hands are closer. Lying in the grass, Sadie can feel the heat from your fingers and hers twitch and beg to touch yours.

She’s nervous, though, to take the relationship further. She doesn’t know if she’s ready to admit what she wants.

While she’s debating if it’s worth it, your pinky finger stretches and curls around her own. She audibly gasps at the action and her head whips over to see if you realize what you’re doing.

You’re already gazing at her with soft eyes and a small smile. It makes her bones turn to jelly at the sight and she tries to speak, but the only thing that escapes her mouth are sharp exhales as her words get tangled in her throat.

She tightens her pinky finger around yours, and you understand the meaning behind it.

It was all still confusing, but Sadie knew one thing: Friends don’t look at each other like that.

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I love Sadie so much y'all don't even know

Hope you enjoyed!!

[hvnyrt]

Under The Mask

JASON TODD X GENDER NEUTRAL READER

SUMMARY: You come home to Jason softly sitting on the couch, the two of you sharing a comfy, yet vulnerable moment together.

WC: 1.4k

WARNINGS: No warnings! Enjoy!

Not often was it that when you came back to your apartment after work at night, Jason would be there too. It was routine for you to get home, make dinner, save a portion for him, and get ready for bed as you waited for him to wake you when he came to bed.

Tonight when you got home, you saw Jason on the sofa. His hands gripping a book in his hands. He was sitting with a blanket over him, wearing a large crew neck and sweatpants, even paired with your favorite pair of fluffy socks. 

You smiled, setting you back down on the counter as you slowly strode over to him, your hips swaying with love. You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, coming to place a small kiss on his temple. 

“Those are my socks,” You teased, flicking your head down to the bright pink pair of wool socks.

“They're warm,” He said softly, setting his book down as he looked over at you. 

You smiled, coming around the sofa to sit next to him. He raised one arm up to let you sit closer to him, bringing it around to wrap around you as he rubbed your side. You nuzzled into his chest, the warmth of it making you feel home. You brought a hand up drawing small patterns on his chest as you drew small patterns on him. “So, no patrol tonight?” You smiled, looking up at him.

“Something like that,” he finally muttered, his voice rough, the exhaustion creeping in. There was no bravado, no tough guy mask, just the tired edges of a man who'd seen too much.

“Jason…” you said softly, the words more a question than anything else. The way his eyes flickered to you briefly made you wonder if he’d ever truly let anyone in, if he'd ever let down his guard enough to show any vulnerability.

To your surprise, he didn’t brush you off. Instead, he reached out, his fingers grazing your wrist just for a moment—an accidental touch, but it wasn’t. Not really. It was a silent plea, an unspoken question.

“You ever wonder if this is all worth it?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “Gotham, the fighting... the anger.” He paused, eyes darting to yours. “Sometimes, I just get tired.”

Your heart ached, but you didn’t let it show. Instead, you turned to face him fully, your gaze steady, offering him that rare kind of calm he didn’t often get from the world around him.

“You’re allowed to be tired, Jason,” you said quietly, your hand brushing the back of his, a soft connection that felt more intimate than any words could. “You’re allowed to feel like this. We all are.”

Jason’s gaze softened just a fraction, but he didn’t pull away. His fingers twitched, as if uncertain, before he gently grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand up just a bit closer, kissing your palm. The movement was subtle, but there was something in it—a need, a fragility he didn't often show.

You let the silence hang between you, offering a steady warmth, a quiet understanding. Your fingers brushed over his, and slowly, almost hesitantly, he let go of your wrist to clasp your hand in his, fingers entwining.

It was rare, these moments when Jason allowed himself to be vulnerable with you. Most times, he kept everyone at arm’s length. But now, in this quiet space between the chaos of Gotham’s streets, he seemed to crave the comfort only a few people—if anyone—could give him.

“You’re not alone, you know,” you said, your thumb gently stroking the back of his hand, trying to convey all the things words could never quite capture. “You don’t have to fix everything on your own.”

He huffed out a breath, but this time, it was softer, almost… content. The tension in his shoulders eased a little as he turned his head to meet your gaze fully, and for once, there was no anger or sarcasm in his eyes. Just a quiet, vulnerable sort of gratitude.

For a moment, he seemed to forget the weight of the world on his shoulders. He shifted closer to you, pressing the side of his arm against yours, and you felt the warmth of his body, the unexpected comfort in the simple gesture.

And then, to your surprise, Jason leaned in just enough to rest his head on your shoulder. It was so small, so simple, and yet it spoke volumes.

"You're the only one who gets it," he muttered into the fabric of your jacket, his breath warm against your skin. It was a declaration of love, not in the way most would understand it, but in that moment, it felt like an admission of trust. A rare, precious thing he didn’t give easily.

You didn’t speak for a while, just letting the stillness of the night wrap around you both. And when you finally spoke, your voice was soft, steady.

“I get it, Jason. I do.”

Jason squeezed you, nuzzling into your neck as he did so. It wasn’t uncomfortable—if anything, it felt like… home. You hadn’t realized how much you’d missed the quiet moments until now, even if he was having a hard time.

You rubbed his head, switching the topic to a lighter note, “What are you reading?” You asked him. You sat up a bit, looking at the disheveled pile of books laying on the coffee table. “Where do you even get all of these?” you asked, glancing at the pile of books, a few of them half-open, as if he’d been in the middle of reading a few at once.

He shrugged casually, his posture relaxed but his eyes always on you—alert, but not the typical guarded way he usually was. It was softer, like he wasn’t worried about you taking something from him.

“Somewhere. Doesn’t matter. You know how it is, I get bored between missions, and books are better than staring at walls or whatever.” He gave a wry smirk, but it didn’t reach the usual sarcastic edge. Instead, it seemed like he was almost sharing a quiet joke with you.

You leaned back against his chest, sighing contentedly as you let the warmth of him and your apartment settle around you. It was peaceful, in a way that Gotham rarely allowed. You glanced at Jason again, surprised by how… normal it felt, having him here.

Then, with a surprisingly soft movement, Jason shifted closer, his body almost imperceptibly leaning toward you. His hand stayed where it was, now hovering just beside yours, but he didn’t pull away. The space between you was small, intimate in a way that neither of you had expected.

“I’m not great at this,” he muttered quietly, his voice so soft you almost didn’t catch it.

You knew what he meant. The softness, the quiet connection. It wasn’t exactly something Jason had been taught to embrace. He’d built walls so high around himself that sometimes you wondered how anyone could get through to him. But tonight… he wasn’t hiding.

You smiled gently and leaned in just enough to rest your head on his shoulder, a simple gesture that spoke volumes. You could feel him tense for a second, as if unsure of what to do, but then he relaxed. His shoulder sank into the back of the couch, and after a moment, you felt the softest weight of his head resting against yours.

For once, he didn’t try to brush it off. He didn’t pull away. Instead, his arm slowly draped across the back of the couch, his hand just grazing your shoulder. It wasn’t an overt gesture, but it was a quiet sort of affection, one that neither of you had to label or explain.

The two of you sat there for a while, the only sound was the rustle of pages. There was no rush. No need for words. Just this—quiet, steady, the kind of peace Jason never allowed himself to have.

You weren’t sure if it was the books or the comfort of being together like this, but you felt something shift. Maybe it was just the smallest moment, but it was enough to remind you that, behind the hardened exterior, Jason Todd could be more than just the angry anti-hero. Sometimes, he could be just a guy, with his own vulnerabilities, sitting on a couch in your apartment, sharing a moment that wasn’t about fighting or surviving—but about being.

And maybe, for Jason, that was enough, too.

[clairesvalentine]

Can u do sfw bi han headcanons

sfw alphabet — bi han

note: due to popular demand, here’s the sfw alphabet for bi han!! i hope you guys like it!! and thank you for being patient ꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ ♡‧₊˚ also so sorry this took so long!! life's been hectic... to say the least ddhjsafd

warnings: just fluff <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

bi-han isn’t really that affectionate, but his actions DO speak louder than his words. bi-han shows his love through protection, acts of service, and being there when it matters most.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

as a best friend, bi-han is fiercely loyal and dependable to you and nobody but you. though he always seems to have his own best interests at heart, you have something that makes him care.

the friendship likely starts through mutual respect and shared experiences, particularly in your training or your combat style.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

he’s not much of an affectionate person, per say but will hold his partner firmly and securely, in private.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

because of his lifestyle and his devious plans, he’s not as interested in settling down. whenever he does want to, it’s purely to start a family and to train his children. bi ban is very disciplined and efficient at cooking and cleaning. He treats these tasks with the same precision he applies to his training.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

bi-han would approach a breakup with a cold demeanor. if your relationship wasn’t going anywhere, he’d just tell you without any remorse. however, if he feels strongly for you and he’s just doing this for your safety he’d show or more softer side to him. it would absolutely hurt him if this was the case.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

bi-han takes commitment very seriously and would want to be absolutely certain before he gets married to you. he definitely prefers a long relationship, just so he’s sure. he’d hate to fall for a spy from the other side.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

physically, bi-han is more controlled than gentle, as he does not want to harm you. emotionally, he struggles with being gentle but shows it in subtle ways, like being a steady presence in difficult times. he's not the best at comforting you, but if you need a shoulder to cry on, he will be there... silently.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

he is not one to initiate hugs often but appreciates them when you hug him. his hugs are firm and reassuring, giving a sense of safety and strength.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

bi-han takes his time to say "I love you," and when he does say it, he doesn't say it as much after that. that often leads to fights between you two. there are times where you don't know where he stands and there are times where you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

bi-han can get jealous pretty easily, especially if he feels as if you're slipping away. but, this is all driven by a deep sense of protectiveness he has for you. when he's jealous, he becomes more watchful and may confront the source of his jealousy directly.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

bi-han's kisses are intense and deliberate, often on the lips or forehead. he'll often have his hand wrapped around your neck or your jawline. he likes being kissed on the lips and the nape of his neck.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

bi-han is somewhat reserved around children but shows a surprising amount of patience. that is until he has to train them. he's tough and could be intimidating at times, leaving some of them in tears. he's not raising children, he's raising strong warriors.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with bi-han are structured and calm. he prefers to start the day early with some form of physical training or meditation.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

nights are a time for unwinding and reflection. he enjoys spending them in quiet, sharing a conversation with his significant other if they decide to start up one first.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

bi-han isn't open about a lot of things. he tends to keep things to himself, as opening up would make him seem "weak."

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

bi-han has quite the temper. since kuai liang isn't there to have him stay calm, he has you to do that now.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

bi-han has an excellent memory for details, particularly those that matter to his partner. though it may seem like he doesn't care, he does. he'll sometimes bring up things that you told him. it makes you happier knowing that he does care about you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

his favorite moment would be a a moment of mutual understanding between you two. before you two became a couple, you constantly butt heads, often having different ideologies from each other. it takes YOU saving his ass to see a different side to him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

bi-han is extremely protective, always vigilant and ready to defend you physically and emotionally. he appreciates it when you show concern for his well-being, though he won’t show that.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

bi-han doesn’t usually indulge with romantic gifts, unless he’s really sure that you’re the one for him. if you are, he goes all out for you. he won’t outwardly make a big deal about it, but he looks forward to what your reaction will be. his thoughtfulness is very much shown through his actions.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

bi-han can be overly stoic and emotionally distant at times, finding it hard to express his feelings openly.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

bi-han isn’t that concerned with his appearance, however he does make sure that he looks put together when he’s not training.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

bi-han would feel a significant emptiness without you. you are the one person who brings him some type of stability in his life. whoever hurts you will have wrath rained down on them.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

bi-han has a hidden talent for calligraphy, finding it a soothing for him. he could spend hours just writing.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

bi-han dislikes dishonesty and laziness. if you aren’t pulling your weight, you’ll be seen as nothing but a burden.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

bi-han is most definitely a light sleeper, always alert even in rest. he prefers to sleep on his back, arms at his sides, ready to spring into action if necessary.

[afsalovesnikolai]

May I please ask for a Yandere chuuya please

Been far too long, lemme spoil yall mwah (gn reader)

Obsessive Loyalty! : Chuuya is VERY protective of his partner, going to extreme lengths to keep them safe from any threats he perceives as dangerous! Whether real or imagined by him, himself.

Jealousy: He experiences intense jealousy, often getting really worked up over any interaction his partner has with others, leading to confrontational moments where he confronts you or sometimes just gives you silent treatment.

(cue him being drunk and grumpy and staring at you for helping out some guy with directions, so cliche.)

His possessive ass affection: Chuuya shows his love through possessive gestures, like holding onto you tightly at all times and making it extremly obvious everyone knows they're his. We all know this man is rich asf so don't forget about the expensive gifts. He'll probably do it so casually too.

"Bae is this another new car?" "Yes." "...I don't need it though?" "Too bad."

Dark Humor: Contreversial (or is it js me??) but this man has dark humor, his sense of humor can turn dark when he talks about his feelings, often making light of violent scenarios involving anyone he sees as a rival.

You rn : ಠ . ಠ

Manipulative Tactics: He can be manipulative, using guilt or emotional pressure to ensure his partner stays close and doesn’t stray (dogs, so funny.) too far.

Stalker Tendencies: your man's is crazy bae, he stalks u so much *twirls hair and kicks feet*. Has a tendency to keep tabs on his partner, knowing their schedule and who they spend time with, sometimes following them discreetly. Or just hiring people to stalk you. Don't forget about cameras <3

Extreme Reactions: He has a difficult complex, he can be gentle with you or just pissed (prob not at you unless it is you *shrug* ) If he feels threatened, his reactions can be unpredictable, ranging from heated arguments to explosive outbursts. But dw he apologizes soon after, he loves you too much.

Isolation Attempts: Chuuya may try to isolate his partner from friends or family, convincing them that he’s the only one who truly cares for them.

"Chuu, maybe they didn't mean it!" "They did." "Says who?" "Me." Mutual staring continues.

Romantic Gestures: Despite his tough exterior, he’ll leave thoughtful gifts (or not, bitch prob buys you everything he sees. What's a want or need? You need all this shit) or small notes that reveal his softer side, showing he’s always thinking of you. (aweee)

EXTRA :

i can see him like deadass having a nightmare ab you and like and then he prob just stares at you for the whole night or just decides to hold you.

[neteyamslovrr]

Hello! how are ya?? May I request a boyfriend Ao'nung with sully!reader? thank you so much <3

Boyfriend Ao'nung

summary: headcanons of ao'nung being a cutie patootie bf!!

fem!sullyreader

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Ao’nung being a boyfriend to his sully girlfriend! <3

At first he was mean to you just in a different way

He’d be almost intimidated by you and how he thought you were so beautiful

Ao’nung would just straight up refuse to acknowledge your existence rather than ridiculing it

You hated that. Immensely.

So, one day you forced him to face you.

“Ao’nung! Come ride an ilu with me!” You chirped skipping over to where he laid on the sand. He grimaced hearing your voice.

“No.”

“Oh c’mon, don’t be a wuss.” His head perked up. He was no wuss, he however was one easily persuaded man when he looked at the way you glimmered in the sunlight. He might’ve drooled at the sight of you.

“Hurry up then.”

After that day, he continued to use your ‘ilu races’ as a way to continuously talk to you.

He always won, and he always managed to keep a hand on you after the races

He thought it was subtle but really his touches felt like he was ravenous for you

Now Ao’nung as you boyfriend after months of ilu races and pining you let Ao’nung call yourself his

He’d be really protective, keeping you behind him in the small amounts of hunts he took you on, keep an eye on you whenever you swam in case your breathing failed. He wanted no harm to ever come your way

The ilu races would become a weekly tradition, like a date night where you raced and when you eventually got tired you would lay on the sand watching the stars

Ao’nung loves when you take his bun out and redo his braids. He feels so close to you and to have your work on him as a trophy and memory that he was in love with the best woman he’s ever met

He’d still be tough though

Refusing your teases and pleads for him to be softer.

In the earlier days on your relationship, he would’ve been quite reserved but you let him feel comfortable enough to open up and not be the chiefs son but Ao’nung in front of you

He would get jealous easily

Never at you though, if he saw a fellow Metkayina flirt with you he’d take matters into his own hands and have you never know

(You always knew)

Overall, Ao’nung would be a protective boyfriend and he would only ever show his soft side to you.

bonus!

“Y’know Ao’nung I know you keep starting fights with the guys who talk to me.” You said to him as you comb through his hair as he lays peacefully in your lap.

He stiffens his grip on your shins slightly tightening.

“I don’t start fights. I just finish them.” You scoffed at him rolling your eyes knowing he couldn’t see

“Sure, tough guy…”

“Hey! I am tough. Look at these.” He begins to flex his arms a smile spread across his face. Slapping his arm lightly you giggled with him.

“Yes of course, you’re my tough guy.”

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authors note: just a cute little short one! i'm also clearing my inbox so i am going through my requests! i'll be writing the ones I like soon!

taglist: @aonungmybf @melovehiddlestan @dngnmtr-blo

[dragonhybrid456]

CAN YOU WRITE KIETH OR LANCE X MALE READER

OR, OR, OR VOLTRON X READER HEADCANONS!! DATING OR CRUSHES OR COURTING IDC BUT USE GENDER NEUTRAL READER SO EVERYONE CAN READ IT ☺️

PLEASE

I went with the dating headcannons, hope you like them :)

Warning!! I have not finished Voltron completely yet, but I do know bits and pieces so this might be a bit ooc

Voltron dating headcannons (GN reader)

Keith:

* I like to think that his love language is acts of service

* He’s very new to the whole “dating” thing and isn’t really good with his words so he relies on doing things for you

* Need help training? He’s got you. Stressed out? He’s not the best at it, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try and help his lover

* I don’t see Keith as the type of guy to use a lot of pet names

* Like dont get me wrong, I love pet names, but I personally can’t see Keith using them

* As tough and mean he is to others, you see a softer side of him

* Not in a “he’s really a big baby on the inside” crap

* More of a “he feels more calm and relaxed around you”

* After a stressful mission, he will definitely enter your room without a word and just flop either next to you or on top of you

* No words would be expressed, all he needs is some quiet and you to decompress

* In no way would he EVER let you get hurt

* This man will protect you with his life

* He can’t stand the thought of losing you, it kills him just thinking about the “what if” situations

* Not a big social person, but if you are then I think he will at least tag along for the ride

* Keith definitely worries that he’s not the “best” or “ideal” boyfriend for you

* He’s part Galra, he’s mean, he’s abrasive, he’s stubborn, what could you possibly see in him?????

* He needs a reminder now and then that he’s enough for you and that you love him

* You’ll sometimes find him late at night in the training room if he’s had a tough day

* You’ll have to physically drag him into bed and hold him down for him to sleep

Lance:

* Oh boy, he’s not called “lover boy” for no reason

* Absolutely loves to compliment you every single day

* Calls you stuff like, “mi amor” and “my girl/boy/partner”

* He likes to show you off and talks about you a lot

* Honestly the rest of the team is a little sick of it but they are also happy that he found someone like you

* Takes you on joy ride in his lion when he has some downtime

* He gets an earful from Allura

* His love language is definitely physical affection

* He loves holding your hands, your hugs, kissing you any chance he gets, and cuddling you

* Thinks he’s the big spoon but is really the little spoon most of the time

* When he gets homesick, he likes to be around you and talk to you to distract himself

* But some nights he’s crying in your arms, missing home, missing his family, and not knowing if or when he gets to see them again

* He likes to tell you stories from when he was little, what his family is like, and stories from his time at the garrison

* Will complain to you about how Keith annoyed him this time

* Overall, definitely a great lover

Shiro:

* Shiro is definitely more experienced with love than the other two

* He calls you stuff like “darling” “sweetheart” and other cute older pet names

* His love languages are quality time and acts of service

* I like to think that with all the excitement and craziness that comes with being apart of Voltron that he likes to just spend time with his lover and relax

* You two don’t even have to be doing something together

* He could be reading while your in the same room doing something completely different and he wouldn’t mind, just as long as he’s around you after such a stressful day

* Has severe PTSD and get nightmares almost every night

* He’s used to dealing with it alone but once you enter the picture he’s gonna have to get used to you waking up with him to comfort him

* Always tells you to go back to sleep and that “it’s nothing” but you know better than that

* He also has some self esteem issues about his metal arm, being disgusted by it some days and wanting nothing more than for it to disappear

* Please comfort him, space dad needs some love 🥺

* Likes to listen to you talk, your voice grounding him to reality and comforting him in times of need

* Like Keith, he is also protective of you

* After Adams death, he can’t help but have nightmares of you meeting the same fate

* Sometimes he becomes so paranoid about it that you have fights about missions you are sent on

* He knows you can take care of yourself, he trained you after all, but that won’t ease his nerves and memories about Adam

Hunk

* MY FAVORITE BOY 😍😍😍

* He’s so sweet to you, you don’t understand!

* He likes to call you “baby” “baking partner” or just a shorten version of your name if you have one

* His love languages is definitely gift giving and physical affection

* He loves cooking and baking new recipes for you to try and give him feedback

* With physical affection, he’s gonna be a bit nervous in the beginning about it, having never been in a relationship before, but he slowly starts to get more into it

* Hand holding, cuddling, hugging, there all his favorite ways to say he loves you

* He definitely one of the more nervous one when it comes to you fighting along side Voltron

* Hunk himself is more of a pacifist and is therefore already a little uneasy about even HIMSELF fighting

* So for you, his lover, to be put in the front lines with them has him very uneasy and nervous

* He just loves you so much he would never forgive himself if something happened to you 🥺

* He is always there if you have something on your mind that’s bothering you

* Whether it’s something small or large, he will always listen to you

* And vice versa, if he has something on his mind, be there for him cause he sometimes feels like he’s not listened to by the others

Pidge

* Definitely the least experienced out of the group (her and Keith are like neck and neck)

* I don’t see her using pet names, much like Keith

* Idk it just strikes me as odd for her to use pet names

* She definitely has stupid nicknames for you, but not stuff like baby or sweetheart

* If you don’t like that, sue me

* Her love language is definitely quality time

* She likes when you come around while she’s working on a new project so she can geek out about it

* You don’t even have to understand anything she says, she just likes when you’re around her when she’s working

* Also has you test some of the safer projects, she would never let you NEAR the more outrageous ones

* Unlike the others, she’s actually really open to you fighting along side her

* Don’t get me wrong, she would murder everyone if you got hurt, but she likes working with you and strategizing

* Will make you a weapon and enhanced suit if you asked

* Even if you don’t, she probably already has them in the works

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

Have you seen the latest MHA S7 OP ? The visual are so pretty, bkg has such a soft look! These days hori is drawing Katsuki with such smiling expressions so i wonder if bkg is going to have a change in personality like not being angry 24/7 etc what do you think ? His relation with izuku is definitely going to change but will deku accept this new soft side of kacchan?

Listen, my friend, and hear the gospel: Katsuki has always been soft.

Katsuki is known for bolstering his tough guy, shit-talking side, yes, absolutely. But his tough side and his soft side do not contradict each other, they complement each other. He is not suddenly not the guy who explosively roars or tells people off just because he's more comfortable showing himself to be thoughtful, reliable, considerate, compassionate, loyal, and selfless. He is still ferocious, ambitious, self-confident, and smug--a sore winner if there ever was one.

Hell, you see this on clear display in his fight against AFO. He's mocking that guy. Just utterly shitting on him. And it's fantastic.

Katsuki hasn't been "angry 24/7" since before Deku vs. Kacchan 2. I could quibble about how we're reading his character even earlier, but this point inarguably marks a change for him. We're now on chapter 421; the series is not over, but just those 301 chapters since DvK2 represent over 70% of its length. Even cutting the 40some chapters he was down for the count still allots us at least 60% of the story featuring some softer, more introspective, less combative flavor of Kacchan than what we began with.

I'm not trying to criticize you, anon -- but I do want to point these things out, because I think people underestimate and misread this kid sometimes. Don't buy into his bluster wholesale!

We're seeing Katsuki at his most comfortable, right now. We're seeing his truest self. He is allowing people to see the softness he has always had inside him, and I love it.

But Katsuki has always been and will always be feisty, snarky, and a little contrarian. He's always gonna roast the people he cares about for being thick-headed or careless or making his life hard. And then he's gonna be there for them anyway, which is what he's done for Izuku all this time.

As for how Izuku is gonna receive him, I have no doubt whatsoever that Izuku will beam at him with joy, satisfaction, and the occasional awe. He has accepted Katsuki as he is ever since DvK2, happy to be by his side to watch him better himself and then chase after him. They have been getting more and more comfortable with each other, working together, planning together, talking casually together.

I don't think their relationship is going to change much, other than the ways they are going to let each other in more. And gosh, what a joy that would be to see, huh?

It's all gravy from here on out, man.

Also the opening fucking rocked, and I absolutely yelled when I saw explody boy doing his fourth-wall-breaking gentle gaze at the camera. Izuku is very lucky to be the one those eyes land on more often than not, and he's superfan enough to be grateful even if he's not particularly self-aware!!!

[nickel156]

CASSIAN DIDN'T NEED TO SAY "I LOVE YOU" HE SHOWED IT.

DID HE???

Cassian's occasional moments of treating Nesta better than the rest of the Inner Circle aren’t the grand declarations of love people make them out to be.

Just because Cassian sometimes gives Nesta a bit more patience or attention doesn’t mean he’s actually showing her that he loves her. Let’s be real—throughout ACOSF, he never explicitly shows or says that he’s in love with her in a way that truly matters.

Cassian does have moments where he treats Nesta differently than the others, but let’s not confuse that with love. Most of the time, it’s because he’s frustrated or confused by her behavior and doesn’t know how to handle it. Yeah, maybe he’ll give her a little extra patience here and there, or try to be understanding of her trauma, but that’s not the same thing as genuinely showing love. He’s trying to figure her out and navigate her sharp edges, but it’s more about managing her than it is about loving her.

He’s not openly affectionate or supportive in the way we’d expect someone to be when they love someone. He spends a lot of time pushing her boundaries or giving tough love, and that doesn’t equal a healthy demonstration of feelings.

It’s more like he’s tolerating her attitude, which doesn’t scream, “I’m in love with you.” Occasional kindness doesn’t make up for the fact that most of the time, he doesn’t communicate his feelings in a meaningful way.

Throughout ACOSF, we get plenty of interactions where Cassian is clearly into her physically or is trying to help her in his own way, but does he ever actually say or show that he loves her in a real, emotional way? Not really.

When we talk about love, we want to see someone who is open about their feelings, who makes the other person feel loved and valued for who they are, not just because of occasional moments of better treatment.

Cassian’s actions don’t show that deep emotional connection—most of the time, they just show that he’s frustrated with her or trying to pull her out of her spiral. There’s a huge difference between someone who’s trying to “fix” someone and someone who’s genuinely loving someone.

Cassian’s whole vibe with Nesta is “tough love.” He’s constantly pushing her to be better, to train, to confront her trauma, but this isn’t the same thing as showing love. Yes, he cares about her, but there’s a fine line between tough love and just being tough on someone.

Sometimes it feels like he’s more focused on getting Nesta to a place that makes him comfortable than actually understanding and loving her where she is in the moment.

Tough love is important, but there’s no real vulnerability on Cassian’s part for most of the book. He’s not sharing his feelings or showing her the softer side of love—he’s just pushing her to fit into this idea of “better.” Occasional moments of kindness or understanding don’t equal love when the rest of the time, it’s all about pushing and toughening her up.

We know Cassian can be a physical guy—he’s all about action. But when it comes to love, it’s not just about the physical or about showing up in battle. It’s about vulnerability, about opening up emotionally, and telling the person what they mean to you.

Cassian is silent on this front for most of ACOSF. He might care about Nesta, but he doesn’t show her in the ways that matter. He doesn’t say the words that Nesta needs to hear, and even when he treats her better than the others, it’s not enough to say, “This is love.”

Just because Cassian gives Nesta more patience or acts kinder toward her than others in the Inner Circle doesn’t mean it’s some grand gesture of love.

Those occasional moments of kindness don’t make up for all the times he’s distant, pushing her, or just not saying what he actually feels. If anything, it highlights that his treatment of her is inconsistent. Real love is consistent and clear, and what we see from Cassian is far from that.

At the end of the day, Cassian treating Nesta better than the others in the Inner Circle doesn’t mean he’s in love with her—it just means he’s trying to deal with her in a different way.

Until he’s more open and vulnerable with her, until he starts showing her genuine love through his actions and words, we can’t take those small moments of kindness as proof of some deep, abiding love. It’s just not there yet.

[lutorao]

I asked chatgpt 💬 about lawlu

so let's see the result

Q: What would Law and Luffy's relationship be like if they were dating?

A: If Law and Luffy were dating, their relationship would likely be an interesting mix of contrasts and complementary qualities.

Law is more serious, strategic, and reserved, while Luffy is carefree, spontaneous, and full of energy. Law might find himself often exasperated by Luffy’s impulsive actions, but he’d also be drawn to Luffy’s strong will, optimism, and the way he brings people together. Luffy, on the other hand, would appreciate Law’s intelligence, his sense of responsibility, and his ability to handle tough situations with cool-headedness.

There would be a lot of playful teasing, with Luffy trying to get Law to loosen up and have fun, while Law might try (with varying levels of success) to get Luffy to think things through a bit more. Their dynamic would balance out with Luffy’s spontaneity bringing excitement to Law’s life, and Law’s calm demeanor providing a stabilizing influence for Luffy.

In private, Law might reveal his softer side more often, while Luffy would likely show moments of deeper understanding and care that go beyond his usual carefree demeanor. Their relationship would be full of surprises, adventure, and a unique kind of affection that only they could understand.

Q: What would their love dialogue be like?

A: Their love dialogue would likely be a mix of teasing banter, lighthearted remarks, and moments of unexpected sincerity. Given their contrasting personalities, the way they express affection would be unique to their dynamic—blending Law's subtle, reserved manner with Luffy's straightforward, uninhibited style. Here’s a glimpse of what their dialogue might sound like:

Luffy: "Hey, Tra-guy! Why do you always look so serious? Smile more, it looks better on you!"

Law: "sighs" "I don’t have time to waste on smiling, Straw Hat-ya."

Luffy: But you smile when you think I’m not looking.

Law: smirks "You're seeing things."

Law: "You really are reckless, you know that?"

Luffy: "Yeah, but you like that about me, right?"

Law:pauses, then smirks* "Maybe… but don't make a habit of relying on it."

Luffy: "Don't worry! As long as you're around, I know I've got someone to patch me up!"

Law: sighs but his eyes soften "You really are impossible."

Luffy: "Tra-guy! Let’s go on an adventure! Just the two of us!"

Law: "We’re always on an adventure, Straw Hat-ya. Can’t you sit still for once?"

Luffy: "Nope! Not when there's still so much fun out there."

Law: reluctant smile "Fine. But don’t get us into too much trouble… not without a plan."

Luffy: grins "Plans are boring! But with you, I don’t mind so much."

These exchanges would reflect their playful dynamic, with Luffy’s spontaneity often catching Law off guard and Law’s guarded nature slowly softening in response to Luffy’s directness. Their love language would often come through in subtle actions, gestures, and a mutual understanding that goes beyond words.

Q: Who would be the first to say that he loves him?

A: Luffy would most likely be the first to say he loves Law. Luffy is straightforward and unfiltered in his emotions, saying what he feels without overthinking it. He doesn’t hold back when expressing affection for his friends or those he cares about, so it would be natural for him to blurt out "I love you" in a simple, direct way—probably in the middle of an ordinary moment or after an intense situation, without any hesitation or pretense.

Law, on the other hand, is more reserved and would probably take longer to articulate his feelings in such a direct manner. He’s a bit more guarded and would be cautious about exposing his emotions so openly. While he might show his love through actions—like protecting Luffy or making sure he's safe—saying it out loud would be a significant step for him, likely requiring time and the right moment where he feels secure enough to be vulnerable.

So, Luffy would say it first, and Law would be caught off guard, maybe even a little flustered, before he eventually reciprocates in his own, more subtle way.

Q: how their relationship would be like in private like when they are alone

A: When Law and Luffy are alone, their relationship would take on a more intimate and softer tone, revealing sides of them that they don't often show to others.

Law, who usually maintains a composed and serious demeanor, would let down his guard a bit more in private. He’d still be pragmatic and observant, but there would be moments when he allows himself to relax and enjoy the peace of being alone with Luffy. He might show affection in subtle ways: resting a hand on Luffy’s shoulder, gently ruffling his hair, or wrapping an arm around him when they’re sitting close. Law would likely enjoy quiet moments, like reading or strategizing with Luffy nearby, finding comfort in his presence even if they aren't talking.

Luffy, on the other hand, would be much more openly affectionate. He’d be the one to initiate physical contact, like hugging Law from behind or flopping into his lap, not caring if it surprises or annoys Law. He would express his love in straightforward, physical ways—like grabbing Law’s hand or leaning against him. He’d also likely tease Law, trying to get him to smile or laugh more. Luffy would bring a sense of playfulness into their private moments, making even the quiet times feel lively and full of warmth.

Their private time would probably be full of casual banter and playful teasing. Luffy might poke fun at Law's seriousness or insist they play some game or go on a little adventure just between them. Law would grumble about the silliness, but his eyes would betray his amusement and fondness.

**Intimate moments** would also reveal a deeper emotional connection. Law would occasionally open up about his past or worries, trusting Luffy with thoughts he wouldn’t share with others. Luffy, in turn, would offer simple but sincere comfort, reminding Law that he’s not alone anymore and that they’re partners in every sense of the word.

Overall, their private relationship would be a balance of contrasts: Law’s calm presence grounding Luffy’s energy, while Luffy’s joyful nature brings lightness to Law’s life. They’d find comfort in each other's company, creating a space where both could be themselves without judgment or restraint.

Q: what about TOP & BOTTOM in sex ?!

A: When it comes to imagining who might be the “top” or “bottom” in a sexual relationship between Law and Luffy, it’s important to remember that these roles aren’t strictly defined and can vary based on the dynamics of the relationship and how the characters might express themselves. Given their personalities, you could interpret this in different ways:

Law as the top: Law’s more controlled, serious, and somewhat dominant personality might lead to him taking the lead in intimate situations. He’s often seen as someone who likes to be in control, which could extend to the bedroom. He would likely be methodical and attentive, focusing on Luffy’s reactions and needs, ensuring he’s satisfied but also appreciating the moments when Luffy surprises him.

Luffy as the top: On the flip side, Luffy’s spontaneity, confidence, and carefree attitude could make him just as likely to take the lead, turning the tables on Law. Luffy is fearless and direct, and he doesn’t hesitate to go after what he wants. He might enjoy taking control simply because it’s fun for him, and he likes to see Law flustered or caught off guard.

Switching roles: Another possibility is that Law and Luffy wouldn’t stick to any specific roles. Their dynamic could be more fluid, with them switching depending on their mood or what feels right in the moment. Given Luffy’s impulsive nature and Law’s adaptability, they might enjoy mixing things up and exploring different sides of their relationship, making their intimate life varied and exciting.

<<<That was fun, what should I ask next?>>