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ellecdc · 3 days
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Ooooo Mother, i'll do one better!!
What about the boys (established relationship) being needy over reader?? Like something she does or says or wears.
ooooooooof good one babes
okay, mature content ahead: viewer discretion is advised
James:
you come down the stairs to the Gryffindor party looking like that
certified simp, there would be no question what was going through his mind when he get's needy like this
glassy eyes just ogling you
following you around like a lost puppy - his friends would joke that you had him on some invisible leash
probably has a hand on you at all times
I see him getting a little whiny: "can we go now?" "the party's almost over, right?" "they won't miss us for a few minutes?"
whatever ends up happening afterwards is rushed and frantic - it's very obvious how absolutely desperate he was for you
Sirius:
you come down the stairs to the Gryffindor party looking like that
I don't think he lets you make a full round of the party before he's pulling you up to his dorm and locking the door
"Siri! I was talking to Emmeline!"
He'd scoff at you as he started shedding his clothes. "You come down stairs looking like that and expect me not to want to jump your bones immediately? Fuck, look at you; who even gave you permission to look this good, huh?"
idk about you but that sentence alone would have me in a puddle
ravishes you - you both look like a right mess afterwards
he takes about 30 seconds to revert back to his dishevelled rockstar appearance (which is so unfair because it took you a little longer to get ready tonight)
he dutifully helps you get redressed - the whole nine yards. Hair, makeup, outfit; though he makes sure some of the marks he's decorated your skin with are visible... "they compliment the ensemble, doll face"
Remus:
you come down the stairs to the Gryffindor party looking like that
he's got a good pokerface, but there'd be signs
he'd be a little quieter during conversations - most of his attention placed on you, one of his hands would be near his mouth as he played with his lips (like a nervous tick, almost like he really wants a cigarette right now)
but this man's M.O.? Get you feeling just as needy as he is
he would ask you to dance - and it'd be sinful: your back pressed up against his front as your hips sways in sync to the beat
his hands would be all over you: running up and down your thighs, slipping under the skirt of your dress, arms wrapping around your middle, gentle kisses pressed to your ears and neck
he'd have you so wound up and when you finally turn in his lap to ask him if he wanted to go upstairs, he'd smile at you and say "great idea, dove. I don't think they'll miss us for a little while."
get's exactly what he wanted and somehow it had been your idea
Regulus:
you come down the stairs to the Slytherin party looking like that
I think it would piss him off a little bit, quite frankly - how dare you come down stairs looking that good and acting like you weren't knocking the wind out of Regulus? (and likely every other partygoer there)
I think because he's feeling slightly jealous/a little peeved at you, he'd keep his distance at the party; but you would feel his eyes on you all night
his predatory gaze watching you as you navigate the party, sending threatening glares at anyone getting too close or was looking for too long
finally as the party is dying down, you're halfway through a conversation with Dorcas when you feel a looming presence behind you
"We're leaving." He says simply, taking your elbow and ushering you towards the dorm rooms.
you try to scold him for interrupting your conversation and rudely dragging you away from the party
he narrows his eyes and looks you up and down: "you don't get to show up to the party looking like sex on a stick and then berate me for finally getting you alone"
you smirk at him. "if you wanted me alone so bad, all you had to do was ask"
"Well, here I am." "I'm all yours, reg"
Barty:
you come down the stairs to the Slytherin party looking like that
your foot has barely hit the last step before you're hastily thrown over Barty's shoulder and he's running to his dorm room
"But Barty! The party!"
"Fuck the party! There are more important things to do."
you guys never make it back to the party - a shame too, you really liked that dress....the one that was since ripped off of your body and sat in a pile on the floor
"Don't worry treasure, I'll buy you 40 more of those dresses; though I can't promise they won't end up in the same state"
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amerricanartwork · 1 day
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RW Headcanon: "Pebbsie Privilege"
Here’s a headcanon I’ve had in the works for a while, and now I finally want to share it! It's shorter than some of my others, but I hope you'll still find it amusing!
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So firstly (and I plan to expand on this more later) I headcanon Five Pebbles is someone who cares a lot about his appearance, though not in a prissy or snooty sense and more in a “likes being the smartest and most sophisticated one in the room” sense. That means, more so than the average person, he generally doesn’t like being teased, ignored, belittled, condescended to, or otherwise disrespected, and very understandably so if you ask me! But it also means there exists a very special ability when it comes to interacting with Five Pebbles that almost no characters have. 
It’s no more than the ability of someone to refer to Five Pebbles as “Pebbsie” while he’s in earshot without getting death-glares from him. Looks to the Moon, who first started using it, affectionately calls this ability “Pebbsie privilege”, and she ends up being one of the only characters who has it (besides Innocence, who in my portrayals eventually gets it too). Though even so, Pebbles originally got rather flustered when she called him that alone, much less in front of others, considering it's definitely a very cutesy nickname. In fact, poor Pebbles really didn’t like being called “Pebbsie” because one of his least favorite ways of being treated is like a child (which includes being thought of as "cute" in any way). This unfortunately happens to him a lot though since he’s part of the newest iterator generation and tends to have lots of uncommon ideas rarely taken seriously by the older models, and this treatment only amplified as he grew more stubborn and arrogant. 
To elaborate on the origin, Moon developed the nickname pretty much on an impulse — quite a rare thing for her to act on actually — of wanting to hearken more to her role as “Big Sis Moon” and show love to her little brother. Soon after she started using it though Pebbles would pull her into private chats and urge her to drop it to save his dignity. Not wanting to hurt her brother in any way, it didn’t take long before she apologized and stopped using it, and basically got her "Pebbsie privilege" revoked. In the current time she secretly still likes calling him that in her mind, but knowing how much he dislikes it she always feels pretty guilty afterwards, despite them being no more than thoughts at that point. While not a major issue in-and-of itself, this situation was actually a small step in worsening a long-time fear Moon has, though that’s a headcanon for another day…
On a (marginally) more positive note however, after Moon’s collapse and the worsening of Five Pebbles’s rot, along with him generally reminiscing about the things he used to have (as part of yet more character headcanons I’ll elaborate on some other time), he actually began to grow fond of the nickname more and more. Yet he also couldn’t also shake the growing heartache the memories brang, as he came to see it as a reminder of his sister’s never-ending love for him and the better times he now regretted taking for granted and trying so hard to escape. While I headcanon he handles it differently in Downpour’s canon, in the worm-off-the-string AU story I’ve got so far, Moon slowly regaining her “Pebbsie privilege” and Pebbles appreciating it and no longer taking it so seriously (though he still forbids its usage in public) could serve as a small, yet sweet indicator of character growth for both of them.
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Aaaand another RW headcanon done! I wanna mention, though, now that I’ve got more of an idea for the aforementioned AU I really want to start posting more of my headcanons for the Local Group, since the character interactions, histories, and ultimate character growth is perhaps one of the most important elements of that story so far. I’ve spent at least a couple weeks creating almost 40 pages worth of character notes, and while this particular one started out as just a little side-headcanon, I ended up tying it into all of that. Hopefully I can start sharing the main parts of these headcanons soon!
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rottenpumpkin13 · 2 days
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AGSZC and how they deal with road rage
Genesis: He first learned how to drive when he was 11, in Banora, where there were barely any cars—he thinks traffic laws are BS. So automatically everyone is wrong and he's right. He's not afraid to roll down the window, cuss at someone, give them the finger and insist they pull over and physically settle the dispute.
Zack: He thinks people being rude to him on the road gives him a free pass to spontaneously race them to their destination. He once got pulled over by two police cars, one that demanded to know why he was going at 120 on a 65. The other who was answering a distress call from the other driver, who was reporting the "crazed lunatic speeding after them while blasting Tokyo Drift"
Cloud: When angered, he does not care for his vehicle. He will bump the other car and try to run them off the road. Even better if he's on a motorcycle, which gives him the opportunity to smash the driver side window with his sword.
Angeal: A calm, collected individual. He doesn't need to act on his rage. He knows that it won't solve anything and will only harm both parties. WRONG. Quietly follows the other vehicle to their location and waits until they leave so he can get out and key the car.
Sephiroth: Another level-headed individual who holds no grudges and wishes only for peace. How dare you assume Sephiroth experiences road rage at all.
*In the car*
Zack: Uh... Seph? That car just cut you off.
Sephiroth: Oh, did they?
Zack: Yeah.
Zack:
Zack: Oh! You missed our exit.
Zack:
Zack:
Zack: Sephiroth, why are you following that car?
Sephiroth: Tell me, Zack, have you ever buried a body?
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tf2incorrectquotes · 2 days
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Team Fortress 2 Headcanon #31:
Scout once gave Spy this mug for Father's Day; and now the frenchman uses it all the time.
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sydneyyuu · 17 hours
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Eren: "anyone up for the hot tub?"
Armin: "yeah sure."
Mikasa: "yes me."
Jean: "no."
Eren looked over.
Eren: "what? Why not jean?"
Jean sat down and looked out to the hot tub
Jean: "I'll get pregnant in that water"
Everyone froze and you and Levi almost choked on your food.
Eren: "uh...the hell jean? What are you talking about"
Jean: "well I'd rather not be in the same water where Levi railed y/n last night."
Levi: chokes on his water.
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artytaeh · 2 days
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i'm tempted to write about theodore nott being absolutely high and rambling to reader about their wedding because he CAN'T shut up while he's high.
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forthevillains · 3 days
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Albert Wesker headcanons (pt.2)
!NSFW! (fem. reader)
~ Wesker is definitely dominant, especially when it comes to sex. He’s been like that ever since he lost virginity. Even then, when he was inexperienced, he knew for sure what he was doing and would insist on being on top
~ when you two started dating though, he already had perhaps too much experience… To say the least, he’s a very kinky man, often difficult to please, though it changed when he met you
~ considering how rough he can get, if he cared for you and planned on having a long term relationship, he’d offer you a safe word in case he gets carried away
~ he likes your voice, a lot. When you moan due to his actions, it turns him on even more than he already was and he craves your pleasure, maybe even more than you do yourself
~ he often makes you come on his fingers, loving how you cry out when that happens, begging him to stop, only for his movements to fasten, making your legs tremble and head dizzy, you have no other choice than to let him. He knows you like it and he wants to keep going until you physically can’t anymore;)
~ even though he’s trying to be gentle with you, he gets very rough in bed if you let him. He has no problem gripping your flesh tight enough to bruise, biting your skin as well. Sometimes he gets carried away and makes you bleed, but once he realizes he’ll shower the spot with gentle kisses as an apology (though he’s still gonna do it again)
~ if there’s one thing Wesker can’t resist it’s buying you expensive and erotically revealing lingerie. He prefers to fingerfuck you in it so that he can keep your soaked panties as a reward
~ as much as he loves receiving, he’s actually very good at giving too. He loves going down on you, even though he mostly does it when he’s too tired for anything else or when you’ve been very good to him. He adores the faces you make, how you throw your head back, how your shaky hands slide in his hair only to desperately pull him closer. He’d hold onto your hip with one hand while he’d have two fingers buried deep inside you as he pleasures you with his tongue. It’s also his favorite way to overstimulate you as he can always grip your thighs so that you can’t squirm away
~ quickies are a necessity. No matter how crazy he’s going from the fact that he doesn’t have enough time for you, he just has to release all the tension and stress and if you’re around and up for it - he won’t waste the opportunity. His office is the best place for them. He wouldn’t want anyone else seeing his precious little angel in such a state of bliss
~ you’ve been rarely given the opportunity to be on top, however when you have… Oh did he enjoy it. He might’ve let you be on top, but little did you know how much he’d put you through in return. If you’re shy, it’s even better for him. He’d keep his hands off of you, ordering you to ride him as he makes you look at him. If you dared dodge him in any way, he’d just forcefully turn your head to look back at him. He’d watch you, how your cheeks turned red from embarrassment and how you helplessly tried to bounce on his thick length, a moan slipping from your mouth every single time you did it, teary eyes from the overwhelming sensation. You felt ashamed of yourself, but it felt too good to stop… Of course he’d only torture you like that until he’s had enough. Then he’d grab your hips to keep you still and pound into you hard enough to make you see stars
~ he doesn’t own toys as he thinks they’re useless. He can make you feel all types of ways on his own. Though he does like to tie you up so that he can have his way with you and push your limits. He likes to see you try and get away, knowing he can do anything he wants to you
~ his favorite position would still be missionary. Call it old school, but it’s the best way for him to keep everything under control. He watches the slightest expressions of yours when he fucks you like that, holding you close to him, giving you the slightest of comfort while he abuses your tight hole to the point when you’re probably not gonna be able to walk for hours. If you’ve grown used to his size, he might just take one of your legs and push your knee to your chest to get even deeper. He’s not gonna let go until he’s satisfied
~ he’s a quick learner. He knows exactly what to do and where to touch you to make you melt, whether it is intimate or not
~ to be fair I feel like he’s a boobie guy. Doesn’t matter how big they are, he just loves them. He loves to kiss them, suck on them, hold them, even just look at them. He loves it and he definitely stares when you’re changing in front of him
~ definitely not a condom user. He either cums inside or on you. Though he surely prefers to release inside as he does have a breeding kink;)
~ he would love to watch his seed spill from your hole only to push it back in with his fingers every single time. He finds it very amusing
~ if you decide to blow him off on your own, he’ll absolutely melt. He might be the one in charge at all times, but the way you suck him off so good always catches him off guard. Maybe it’s not even your skill but you in general, yet he couldn’t care less. He loves how you look up at him when you do so, how you teasingly swirl your tongue around him. He can’t get enough and trust me when I say he could watch you like that forever
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jamazzilblog · 1 day
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Life Series as Demigods
Joel -> Zeus Cabin
Martyn -> Hecate Cabin
Tango -> Hephaestus Cabin
Scar -> Athena Cabin
Grian -> Hermes Cabin
Scott -> Eros Cabin
Lizzie -> Demeter Cabin
Pearl -> Hunter of Artemis
Jimmy -> Hebe Cabin
Ren -> Ares Cabin
Etho -> Poseidon Cabin
Skizz -> Nike Cabin
Bdoubs -> Aprhodite Cabin
Cleo -> Eris Cabin
Gem -> Ares Cabin
Mumbo -> Athena Cabin
BigB ->
Impulse ->
IMPORTANT!!!!
This are ofc just my interpretations of both the characters and the cabins, you can agree or disagree and that's totally fine!
Both BigB and Impulse are blank because I haven't seen enough of them to properly place them anywhere so I'd love to hear your thoughts on where those two would be as well as the others!
Yeah, this turned out as a silly but I ended up putting too much thought into it so there's that I guess akfndkddn
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wolfofcelestia · 1 day
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Hot take:
Dawnbreaker is a sub for MC
One sentence I wrote for him has stayed in my mind for a while now: "I would surrender to you"
He's just happy he's able to touch her, and every touch fills him with such unbelievable joy that his pleasure, his needs are not even something that comes to mind
All he wants is to make her happy
Whatever she wants him to do, he'd do it
And if MC wants him to be more dom, he'd have a hard time doing the things she wants him to do but he'd do it
If it makes her happy
Even if it does leave him feeling guilty afterwards
But he draws the line at degradation. He can't say the things she wants him to say. Even though they both know it's all just a fantasy, the words evaporate on his trembling lips
"Please... Don't make me say that. You mean too much to me. I can't... I can't..."
This desperate, fragile man who would crumble to pieces if MC was ever displeased with him...
All he wants is to hold her, to love her, to show her how much he cares about her
Maybe after living together for a few years, he'd be able to fulfill all of her fantasies
But after finally getting the chance to touch her, all he wants...
Is to be loved by her
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gale-force-storm · 20 hours
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I've been thinking recently about Gale, and how much of a romantic he is. He says he wishes he had time to do things properly, when he tells you he loves you. As though he has a specific idea in his head of what wooing and romancing were meant to look like.
Which lead me to wondering what kinds of things he might have imagined for himself when he was young, before Mystra fully got her claws in him.
Did Morena read him fairy tales - beautiful stories of romance and true love and happy endings? Did he find such stories himself, as he devoured book after book? Did he graduate to romance novels eventually, stories full of passion and adventure? Did he see elegant couples about town, and imagine one day being among them?
Did he daydream about heartfelt declarations? Of grand weddings? Of sweeping some future beloved off their feet and riding off into the sunset? Did he dream about building a life with someone? Did he imagine having kids? We know he's had mortal lovers before - were they mere dalliances, or something more? Did he dream of someday proposing to any of them? Of finding his own happy ending?
How many dreams did he give up, in devoting himself to Mystra? How many ideas about his future were sacrificed at her alter in return for her favor, and her promises which turned out to be empty?
How many dreams, once left forgotten in the dusty corners of his heart and mind, is he able to consider again, having found someone who loves and accepts him as an equal? Someone who he's actually able to pursue those fantasies with?
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vasyandii · 3 days
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My Krueger Headcanons
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witchthewriter · 2 days
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Hello ! Do you write for the men of COD ? If yes, can I request a random relationship headcanons for Price please ?
Yes I write for the COD men; I've got a few things already published. Here's a mini masterlist:
Call of Duty Soulmate Quiz
Random Relationship Headcanons w/ the COD men (including Price)
Gaz Character Profile
The Task Force & Their HOTD Dragons
The COD men as Character Archetypes
Text Stories w/ Husband Price
More COD text stories
Text Stories w/ Husband Soap | 2 |
Text Stories w/ Boyfriend Konig | 2 |
Text Stories w/ Husband Simon
Random Relationship Headcanons w/ the COD men (Simon and Konig)
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allisluv · 2 days
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finnick x tattooed!reader (nothing massive. more so dainty & small) like he is literally OBSESSED with them. he could stare at them for hours. he even offers to go with u to an appointment just to watch the process & lowkey gets inspired to wanna get one too.
finnick would be WHIPPED for a tattooed reader. he'll trace patterns over the ink and press kisses to the skin. he's asking for the meaning of every tattoo you have and he's so giddy when you ask him to come to the tattoo parlour with you. he's holding your hand and asking you if it hurts and when you ask if he wants to get matching ones, who is he to tell you no? <3
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rottenpumpkin13 · 14 hours
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I think Sephiroth would have somebody to curate his social media for him. Any head canons about what the SM manager would be like & if they get along with Seph?
Sephiroth's social media manager thinks they landed the opportunity of a lifetime. Not only are they curating a hero's social media, but Sephiroth is notoriously likes to keep his personal life private, so this will definitely be easy. This SM manager has worked with unhinged celebrities before, and Sephiroth is definitely not going to cause any trouble.
That is until they find out the hard way that Sephiroth was recently ordered to post to social media frequently, and the man is a master at malicious compliance.
Highlights of things his SM manager has had to delete quickly include:
• A selfie with a notorious Anti-Shinra group leader where Sephiroth is smiling and doing a thumbs up.
• A mirror selfie taken in Angeal's apartment after a sleepover. Genesis is seen in the background with cannabis leaf pajama pants, Angeal is seen with NO pants. The caption reads "We make a nice threesome."
• A candid photo he took of Rufus Shinra in the distance. Sephiroth's middle finger is photo bombing the picture.
• A screenshot of a text conversation that should not have been shared. Sephiroth captioned it "Help your friends ❤️"
Zack: This energy drink is doing nothing for me. I need something stronger.
Sephiroth: I know where you can acquire crack cocaine.
• A photo of an empty mako tank in R&D, Sephiroth captioned it "Childhood memories ❤️"
• A picture of Angeal shedding tears while chopping onions. Sephiroth zoomed in on Angeal's face and captioned it "How I feel inside."
• A five second video taken in Reeve's office, where Sephiroth and Reeve are toasting pill bottles.
• A screenshot from the SOLDIER group chat.
Kunsel: The fridge in the break room is on fire. Where the fuck is Lazard
Sephiroth: *sends a photo of him and Lazard doing shots together*
• A mirror selfie of him and Genesis. Sephiroth is wearing a T-shirt that reads "I'M INSANE" while Gen's reads "I LOVE INSANE BITCHES"
• A group photo of Sephiroth, Genesis, Angeal and Zack posing with the President Shinra statue, all of them doing the middle finger.
• Sephiroth took a photo of the fish aquarium on the SOLDIER floor and captioned it "I relate to them on a spiritual level"
• A five second video of him coming up behind Professor Hojo on the stairs and kicking him down said stairs.
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divine-donna · 2 days
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lovin' me
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part 01
a continuation of my previous set of headcanons. i wanted to write something more romantic. less pining. maybe a bit more...steamy. i got inspired after showing my friend the movie.
yes i am continuing the fifty fifty vincent renzi interpretation. he's sooooo fifty fifty coded. he's just like me fr
character: vincent renzi
for vibes: "lovin' me" by fifty fifty
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"you have not changed. not a bit."
"stop." you can't help but laugh. you know it's...predictable of you. to get the same order you got every time you guys came to this cafe. but familiarity called to you.
habits were hard to break.
vincent leans back, placing a cigarette between his lips. he pulls his lighter out and tries to light it. it fails after a minute of trying. he must be out of fuel.
"you got a lighter?"
"always." you pull it out and place it in his hand.
his hand is soft and slightly cool. your fingers linger, trying to warm his hand with your own. he pulls away too quickly. you wanted your fingers to linger against each other just a bit longer.
he looks at the lighter. it was decorated. he recognizes the little line of pearls, going up and down with roses at the points the arches meet. he did it himself. and then he had given you the lighter as a gift. you laughed, brushing off the blush dusting his cheeks. you thought it was the wine.
the lighter you decorated at the time was a little more crude. less pattern like. it was chaotic, with a variety of charms that you thought represented him. he remembers how you cursed when the cross charm moved. it was crooked and you were too frustrated to try to fix it.
all while your friends' laughter filled the room and more wine was being poured into your glasses.
"you still kept this?" vincent lights his cigarette with the lighter. he takes a drag and blows the smoke away from you. it comes out as a steady stream.
his jawline. the way his hair framed his face. his turtleneck. his laxed posture. he was charming, your vincent.
charming and attractive.
"why wouldn't i?" you take your lighter back to light your own cigarette.
"i just...i would have expected all the pearls and roses to have fallen off by now."
"you were...generous with the modge podge."
he laughs. "i was, yes."
"what about you? just decided to throw the one i made for you away or...?"
vincent shakes his head. "no. i've...in truth, i've never used it. it's locked up in my desk drawer."
part of you felt a little offended. you place a hand over your heart, feigning offense. "vincent! how could you!"
"it's not like that! i swear! you put so much stuff on it that it...is kind of unusable!"
"it is not!"
"well...it isn't. i've used it. once." he puts up his index finger. "one of the moon charms came off. and i didn't want to spoil the art piece you had made for me. so it sits in my drawer. because i don't want it to be destroyed."
you watch him take another drag and blow away from you. your heart beats faster and you feel your cheeks warm.
he was sure he had the right address.
was this too much?
bringing flowers to you? properly prepared, put in a vase already. a balance between the vibrant colors of the flowers and the greens.
you seem to sense that he's there, because he raises his hand to knock and the door opens.
you're holding a wine glass and dressed casually in some loungewear.
"you're early! and with flowers!"
he looks down at them. "think of them as...a homecoming gift?"
you smile widely. "just come in!"
you had made dinner. a simple steak and frites. nothing special. vincent reminisces about how often you made this for him while you guys were in university. while on a budget, of course.
the meal is delicious. and then you introduce the big thing you invited him over for: baking and cake decorating.
"we always joked that we could do better than the people on cooking shows."
"can we?" he rolls his sleeves up. "do we even know how to...start?" he had a vague idea. baking wasn't exactly his specialty. he preferred to cook.
the last time he baked was in university. and you were there to help him clean his oven, which took over three hours to do.
"if we follow a recipe, we should be fine."
except it wasn't that simple.
there was flour and cocoa powder everywhere. you were pretty sure you had gotten some in vincent's hair, making it look whiter than it was.
he looks so cute though with flour on his nose.
the wine kept coming as you guys pushed the cake pans into the oven. in your drunken stupor, you both forget a timer. he's paying more attention to you, following you into the living room. he sets his wine glass down, half full with red.
you pull a record out of its sleeve and set it down on the player. it rotates as you drop the needle and music begins to play.
he raises his eyebrows. "you still listen to this song?"
"hey. it's great. and totally american." you giggle, taking another sip of your red.
you move towards him. drunken but effortless. there was a purpose in your movements as you walk towards him. you put your hand out.
vincent smiles and takes your invitation. he puts his hand in yours, feeling its warmth. your warmth. you pull him over and dance.
i think we're alone now. there doesn't seem to be anyone around. i think we're alone now. the beating of our hearts is the only sound.
somehow, you don't spill your wine. you finish it and set the glass down. you spin in his arms. they wrap around you, like a warm blanket.
he smells good too. coffee, pear, and white florals.
his sweater is soft. his touch is gentle. he looks at you with those big, puppy dog eyes of his.
and then you fall.
you bring him down with you.
the plush carpet holds your head. you look up at him. he looks into your eyes and you see your face reflected in his pupils. your cheeks are flushed red.
there's something unspoken between you two and you pick your head up, trying to meet him.
vincent meets you halfway, his lips soft. he tastes sweet, like honey.
his hands cup your face as you move in sync. he's in tune with your rhythm, letting you take the lead and guide him on what to do.
your fingers play with the ends of his hair, wrapping it around one of them. you press your hand against the middle of his back, pulling his body closer.
a small moan escapes you when he moves his hips. he grinds softly, your crotches rubbing against each other through your clothes.
you kiss him harder, deeper, sliding your tongue past his lips to caress his own. vincent moans into your mouth, one of his hands resting on the carpet and digging his fingers into it. he could feel himself beginning to slip and lose control.
and then, the smell of something burning reaches your nose.
you pull away, face flushed. his face was completely red. and not from the wine either.
"fuck the cake!"
vincent's brief feeling of happiness dissipates as he smells the cake burning. his lips curl upwards into a smirk. "leave it." he goes back in, pressing a small kiss against your lips. "we'll try again."
you kiss him back, giving into the bliss. "i think we fucked up the measurements anyways."
he laughs.
it feels like home.
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thewallshaveeyes · 2 days
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Two down, three to go! Here's Leshy, the fella!! As usual, headcanons are below the page break
Literally just a fking gremlin
Has absolutely wreaked HAVOC on his followers for no good reason other than it was bored
He/it pronouns
Used to look up to Narinder, but can't after Narinder betrayed him. It also feels outcast by Narinder since he was brushed off even when he was trying its best to be supportive
Aside from Narinder, Leshy still looks up to Heket and feels a sort of kinship with her because they both have woodland domains (his is prettier though)
Kinda respects the lamb for betraying Narinder
Kinda scratchy (since he's made up of leaves)
Has to use a seeing-eye cat to navigate (its boyfriend)
Runs the farmlands (obviously)
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