J, P, V, and W? (nsfw alphabet) for noe & vanitas (separately, or just one)
Nsfw alphabet
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
His preference for masturbation is frottage against the mattress. Of course Noé will use his hand as well, but he likes humping the mattress until he comes.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast but gentle. Noé tries to be slow & sensual, but he just gets too excited.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Not overly loud but makes a lot of soft, almost mewing, noises during sex.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Noé adores the breast/chest area of his partner. He loves touching their chest. Snuggling his face in it. Licking their nipples. Anything involving their chest.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Likes to masturbate in the tub or in a closet. Somewhere where Vanitas knows no one will (hopefully) walk in on him.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow. This is mostly out of nerves and not wanting to be overly aggressive during sex.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He tries to stay quiet. Because what kind of tsundere would he be if he let his partner know that he actually liked it. Vanitas will moan now and then, but mostly just muffled whimpers as he tries to keep it down. There’s a few times when he’ll let himself go, but it’s pretty rare.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Vanitas, the original, did walk in on him masturbating once. Which is why he now jerks off in a closet where there are 4 walls, a door, and (hopefully) some goddamn privacy!
Haii could you make dating hcs of Jeanne x f!Reader x Dominique De Sage from VNC, like fluff and stuff for example what type of dates they do, how do they cuddle together and what is their relationship like in general?
Dominique De Sade and Jeanne Poly Relationship Headcanons
Summary: What would it be like to be in a polyamorous relationship with Dominique De Sade and Jeanne?
Warnings: This post is sprinkled with suggestiveness but nothing too insane. As per the request, reader is referred to as a female/fem-bodied and is in a polyamorous relationship with Dominique and Jeanne. Other than that there's nothing but fluff so happy reading! <3
A/N: Clearing out my inbox and found this request. The yuri was calling my name and I couldn't resist writing something real quick about my girls 🤭
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↬ Dominique and Jeanne are both powerful women ( both in personality and actual power ). For all the flowery, alluring beauty that they possess, their love can burn and consume like an ever-growing flame and being a lover to either — and especially to both at once — can be an intense, but wonderful experience. Whomever the lucky woman is that woos these girls better be prepared to get singed by their hungry teeth and smoldering touch, endure electrifying kisses, and possess a heart big enough not to break under the weight of their ardent confessions and actions.
↬ On one hand you have Dominique who, on most days, leads your relationship. Her favorite thing is to spoil her girls in every way she believes they deserve and, in more ways than one, you could say that her shows of love are almost princely — kisses on the hands when she greets you two in person, lengthy letters inquiring about your health and tellings of how much she loves and misses you two when you're away, compliments galore on every occasion, things of that nature. Her upbringing molded her into taking the slow, courtly approach when it comes to love and shy away from anything until the appropriate time. Her glass may be filled with confidence at the top, but if you drink your way to the bottom ( or even halfway ) you'd come to realize that she's rather shy, flustering easily when the roles are reversed and quickly growing overwhelm with more someone who prefers a more showy, direct, or physical way of love.
↬ This leads me to your other lover, Jeanne, who feelings are fresh, new, and insanely passionate. Romance was never once a card in her deck so now her lovers must face the blunt of her shameless and extreme approach to such uncharted territory. With nothing to go off of but her instincts, she's like a ravenous beast who wants to do nothing but protect and feast on her prey. She's open to learning the "proper" ways of treating a lover and Dominique tries her best to tame her most intense fantasies for both of your sakes, but there are times that you two will have to face those urges and keep yourselves afloat in steamy waters that want nothing more than to pull you under.
↬ Following her girlfriend's example, she tries her best to follow the womanly etiquette of courtship but there are times that she finds herself slipping when you or Dominique do something that makes her heart seize. At her core, she wants you two mind, soul, and body and — though she attempts to restrain herself — there are times where she snaps and can't help herself from sinking her teeth amongst other things into you and let her more dominant side run wild. In that instance, the only thing she wants is the both of you beneath her, covered in your own blood and her saliva, out of breath, and splayed out like a five course meal for her to devour. She'll never go too far if you or Dominique aren't on board, but the urge will always burn strong within her.
↬ Dominique and Jeanne are as different as the colors red and blue, but mesh well to create the most gorgeous shade of purple. They're two souls that belong together — that naturally complete one another — and it creates a wonderful time for the one sandwiched in the middle ( both in the literal and physical sense ).
↬ Cuddles, for example, always alternate as the mood of the day decides how you three lay that night. Dominique will always offer to pull you and Jeanne her arms, but oftentimes wishes to just curl up in her favorite girls' arms and be held. It makes her a bit red in the face to admit, but she loves being squished between your chests. They're warmer than any pillow and when she presses her ear to them, she's able to be serenaded by the pitter patter of your heartbeats. She's all about servicing you two, but if allowed the opportunity to be in the middle, she's in absolute heaven. On the other hand there's Jeanne who, like the natural tigress she is, usually opts to be one if not the sole big spoon in the cuddle puddle with her arms caging your bodies together. You guys tend to switch it up frequently with everyone's preferences in mind and a sorta go with flow attitude.
↬ Dates with Dominique are elegant and befitting of her status; fancy dinners, lavish balls, strolls in her family's garden, and you can't forget the tea parties! Her ideas are usually on the more extravagant end of the spectrum and she always insists that the only right way to go about a date is pampering, but with convincing you could always get her to opt for more tone down things like a simple picnic date. She's always planning her dates with you and Jeanne's enjoyment in mind, after all.
↬ And speaking of the bourreau, she's not typically the one to arrange dates and when she's does they're pretty impromptu. Her job doesn't allow her the consistency to really plan things like that, but she'll always try to. Contrasting Domi, her ideas are more down to earth and not very elaborate. Walks around Paris, for example, where the wind and your hands in hers are her guide or simple meetups at a park where you're able to catch up on your lives surrounded by beautiful scenery. She cares more for the time spent together than the setting and her date ideas reflect as such.
↬ Both Dominique and Jeanne lean towards performing acts of service to show their love, but differ with Domi preferring to receive words of affirmations and Jeanne adoring physical touch in every way of the word.
↬ Insecurity is webbed throughout Dominique 's being and her mind is always tormenting her with her own shortcomings and what could've been. She's very self-degrading and her everyday life doesn't do much to quell the bullying going on in her mind so some positive words from the two she's come to cherish on the deepest level will always be her undoing. Reassurance that she's enough or even something as small as a compliment on how her hair suits her well may even reduce her to teary-eyed putty in your hands.
↬ Jeanne has always preferred physical approaches. She commonly find that actions speak louder than words and took a liking to physical contact at a young age. It's what makes her the more touchy one amongst you three and ultimately what makes her melt if done in the right way by the right people. Kisses, hugs, hand holding, cuddling, biting, nuzzling, head resting.... Those speak to her bounds more than mere words are able to sometimes and are quicker in getting points across to her. Her favorite is skin on skin contact, but much caution is advised there as too much may open doors you aren't quite ready to handle yet.
↬ Overall, a relationship with these two can be a lot to handle and aren't suited for the faint of heart. There are times one may have to endure their vehemence in a fierce battle of tongue and teeth or the overly fluffy interactions that come with their sillyness. It'll, at times, feel as though your swimming through vicious waters that threaten to drown you and it's entirely up to your own willpower not to give in ( or choose succumb with grace ). It's a certain kind of refuge that only certain people can seek out comfortably, but it's truly a time to be alive if they're able to.
Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx
For some odd reason, things never seemed to turn out in your favour whenever Vanitas was involved.
Arguably, the current situation was your fault, though this really hadn't been what you had imagined to happen when Vanitas had promised you he was going to find a way to combine his hobby of gaming and your demand for him to spend more time with you somehow.
Right now, you would have preferred had everything stayed the same, however.
Vanitas' attention, even when only partly on you, wasn't always a good thing.
Your thighs were trembling as you forced yourself to stay still and unmoving, inaudible, though it seemed near impossible with the way Vanitas' thigh was pressing against your bare cunt.
The fabric of his sweatpants was damp with your arousal already, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to keep yourself from grinding down against his leg like a bitch in heat, even though Vanitas had given you permission to do just that — as long as you didn't disturb his game, that was.
To be fair, he had been true to his words; this way, you were certainly spending more time together.
Still, making you sit on his lap, naked and aroused, while he was focused on some shooter game was quite cruel, even for him.
The fact that the damn video game seemed to go on for hours and hours on end only made this worse, and while Vanitas was gleefully taunting Dante through his headset after he got an easy kill on him, you had to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stifle any potential moans.
Any noise that was too loud, and his friends were going to be notified of your presence immediately.
The thought alone caused heat to rise to your cheeks; you were quick to hide your face in his shoulder, the tip of your nose brushing against dark hair tied together into a messy rattail.
You were doing alright, though. At least Vanitas wasn't actively teasing you; it was simply the wait that was pure agony, especially with the way your clit was throbbing, and the urge to reach down and touch yourself was nearly overwhelming.
That was against the rules, however.
If you wanted to get off, you had to do so through riding his thigh like a slut; he had made that much clear.
Arousal bloomed in your abdomen, hot and heavy, and sweat dripped down your throat, then over the curve of your tits. You were vaguely aware of how much you were panting, pretty lips hanging open as you pressed your body against Vanitas' own, your chest flush with his.
You really had no idea for how much longer you were able to take this.
Vanitas didn't seem intent on letting this dumb game of his — not the video game, rather the psychological warfare that was his constant teasing — end any time soon, and you were all but aching to come, your face flushed with heat and your thighs shaking.
The only reasons you had to hold back were your pride and the possibility of being overheard, though, now that you were thinking about it, you doubted Vanitas would have taken the risk to let someone else hear your moans.
Right?
The thought that he might have been lying to you about the risk of his friends hearing you only just came to you.
“Hey, Noé—, come on, are you serious? The guy was literally right there, you could have gotten him easily!” Vanitas huffed, his gaze trained on the flickering screen, and, really, you didn't have much of a choice.
Your head was hazy already, pure need and impatience causing your thoughts to feel all muddled, and you couldn't help but come to the realisation that there was no point in holding on.
Your situation wasn't going to improve. This was what you had to deal with, and the remaining shreds of your pride were swiftly whisked away when the fabric of Vanitas' sweatpants rubbed against your clit, the minimal stimulation almost causing you to whimper.
Your first movements were hesitant at best; you balanced yourself on your knees to grind down against his thigh, firm muscle flexing underneath your weight, and, God — that really shouldn't have felt just as heavenly as it did.
Only barely did you manage to swallow a moan down as you repeated the motion, your hips rolling back and forth, back and forth, and you were too distracted by the sparks of pleasure that ran up your spine to notice the way blue eyes found their way onto you, sparkling with amusement.
Suddenly, one of Vanitas' hands moved to rest on the plush curve of your hip, a smug smirk curling his lips upwards. “My, you really are damn needy, aren't you?”
Almost on instinct, your brows furrowed into a frown as you pulled back slightly, getting a better look at him, only for you to narrow your eyes while you pointedly shook your head.
Vanitas, however, only laughed. “Don't try and deny it now. You're all but dripping through my sweatpants, love. The spot where you're sitting is completely drenched already.”
At those words, a high-pitched whimper, laced with embarrassment, left your mouth without your permission, and you were quick to slap one of your hands over it.
Vanitas raised one arched eyebrow. “Oh? What are you, shy?” He tilted his head to the side before understanding morphed into his features, and he huffed out a laugh. “No need to worry about the headset right now. The others are getting food, which means we've got some private time. Isn't that great?”
“Very.” You didn't bother to keep the sarcasm from your tone. “Are you going to fuck me now, or—?”
“Oh? Why would I do that, I wonder?” Vanitas smirk was wide, feral. It exposed one of his oddly pointy canines in a way that could have only been described as cheeky and you clenched around nothing. “I like you quite a lot where you are right now, love. Besides, I'm allowing you to come, didn't I? I don't get what you're complaining about.”
“That really isn't much of a blessing when I'm not allowed to touch myself”, you snapped, and Vanitas looked all too smug when he leaned forward, catching your chin between two of his fingers.
His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, damp with saliva, before it pushed into your mouth. Your lips dropped open willingly, almost as if on instinct.
He all but took his sweet time exploring your mouth, his thumb, slightly calloused, feathering over your tongue before pressing down on it, earning himself a whimper from you; roaming over the bottom rows of your teeth.
Then, suddenly, it thrust down your throat, the intrusion so unexpected you couldn't help but gag; tears welled up in your eyes as your whole body lurched, your back arching as your shoulders curved inwards.
Seconds later, he pulled away again, mocking amusement lacing his tone. “I simply know you'll be able to come this way, too. Have some trust in yourself, my love.”
“No—, Vanitas”, you protested, your voice a breathy whine. You barely paid attention to the way he wiped his finger, now wet with your saliva, on your own thigh. “Please, just give me something; anything.”
“And why would I do that? I'm quite content right now.”
“Please—, I can't come like this. I'm so close already. I can't.”
“You can't come like this, you say, but is it really the method that's bothering you?” Vanitas' eyes shone with mirth. “I wonder; are you simply unable to come without my help by now?”
The guess would have bothered you a lot less had he been wrong.
You didn't respond, you refused to, but the way you pressed your lips together tightly in embarrassment served to be even more treacherous than a confession.
Vanitas' laugh could have as well been pinpricks that were pushed into your skin. “My, that's adorable!” he cooed, free hand roaming over your body. “If only you had told me sooner, darling. I had no idea you depended quite this much on me!”
“Shut up.” Your voice was trembling. Despite how terrible Vanitas was being, you were still dripping wet, your arousal only having grown during the insistent teasing, and you averted your gaze to the side. “Are you going to help me if I admit it?”
“Yes.” The single word was simmering in glee, and you scoffed.
Of course. You should have known it. Vanitas was most happy whenever he got to make fun of you, whenever he got to rile you up, and the current situation was no exception.
As if to aid you in your decision, lithe fingers suddenly dropped down between your spread legs, ghosting over your inner thigh, so close to where you wanted them most.
“Come on, please”, you whined, though you didn't even expect him to comply.
Vanitas had stated his conditions quite clearly.
Now, it was your turn.
“Please.” Your voice sounded terribly meek even to your own ears as you leaned forwards, planning on hiding your face in his hoodie, though Vanitas was quick to, once again, grab your chin and hold you in place; blue eyes meeting yours. Your skin was tingling with humiliation. “I—, fuck, I can't come without your help. Please, Vanitas.”
“Why, with pleasure, my love”, Vanitas crooned, his gaze piercing. “Why didn't you say so immediately?”
Just as you were about to respond with something arguably less polite, your eyes narrowed, he tapped his fingers against your upper thigh twice. “Turn around.”
“Why?”
An impatient click of his tongue. “Just do it.”
Moments later, you had successfully manoeuvred yourself to sit on his lap the other way around; your back now flush with his chest. The change in positions was always tricky, and that was mainly the fault of this dumb gaming chair he had bought — you had whined often enough for him to just get a sofa instead, though he continued to refuse stubbornly, despite the faux leather already peeling off at some spots.
“Are you finally going to touch me now?” Your impatience was evident in your tone, in the way you squirmed. In the way you were clenching around nothing uselessly.
Vanitas snickered, his breath warm against your throat. “Sure, sure. Just one minor adjustment.”
Before you were able to question what he meant by that, he suddenly grabbed both of your thighs, only to lift them up and splay them outwards, hooking them over the arms of the chair and, oh—, you felt terribly revealed like this.
“There we go”, he cooed, his touch feathering over your inner thigh. “That's better, don't you think?”
You merely whimpered in response, cheeks hot with humiliation, though you didn't get much more time to think about how terribly embarrassing the position was.
Suddenly, two of Vanitas' fingers were slowly pushed into you, the stretch causing you to gasp. You were so wet that they slid in easily, and your mouth dropped open into a perfect oval shape as he stretched you open with uncharacteristically gentle scissoring motions.
“Fuck, Vanitas”, you choked out, your back arching as he crooked the digits inside of you, rubbing deliberately over that one spot that made you whine, “Fuck, please—”
“Please? My, you're so greedy. Didn't I just give you what you were asking for?” The teasing lilt to his voice had you clenching around his fingers. “Don't be ungrateful now. I am helping you out, after all.”
A needy noise clawed its way out of your throat as Vanitas' rhythm picked up in speed, the digits thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt steadily. Each movement was accompanied by a lewd squelching noise that had you whining with embarrassment.
Arousal bloomed in your abdomen, sweat caused your hair to stick uncomfortably to your neck, and you were unable to stop yourself from grinding down against his hand, needy, craving more.
Surprisingly enough, Vanitas didn't seem to mind it.
You were only vaguely aware of your own panting; the closer you got, the more desperate your moans grew, and your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.
Then, just as you were about to come, everything stopped. Vanitas' fingers stilled inside of you, and, just as you whined in complaint, his free hand squeezed your cheeks together, effectively shutting you up.
“I was already wondering what took you guys so long.” Vanitas' tone was playful, and it took you a second to realise he was speaking into his headset. To his friends. God. “I was getting lonely. Shut up, Dante—, I certainly didn't miss you, that's for sure.”
Focusing on the constant bickering with his friends seemed impossible, especially with the way his fingers occasionally flexed and twitched inside of you; still, any amount of begging seemed to be in vain.
Vanitas' eyes were trained on the screen in front of him once again, and you briefly wondered how he was able to play the damn game with one hand only.
At least he had been forced to let go of your face again.
Still, your clit was aching, your cunt sopping wet, and it didn't take long until you reached down to touch yourself with one hand; consequences be damned.
As quickly as your bravado had come, as quickly did it vanish into thin air again.
The second Vanitas clicked his tongue at you, disappointed heavy in his tone, you froze mid-movement, your thumb hovering just over your clit.
“Oh? Someone's terribly desperate.” Humour, sharp as knives, laced his voice. “You see, dear, I stopped for your sake. I was under the impression you don't want my friends to hear.”
Suddenly, his headset was moved onto your head, and your eyes widened at the unmistakable voices of Dante and Noé ringing in your ears. In utter vain, you tried to choke down a high-pitched moan as he once more spread you open on his fingers, his pace ruthless. “Apparently, I was mistaken. Be as loud as you wish, then.”
➛ if you comment i will kiss you on the mouth... seriously... please... reblogs and comments are so appreciated... sobbing
headcanon that. vanitas paints his nails blue all the time even though he always has gloves on so like nobody sees them. like painting your toenails in winter
Hello! Can I request a hc for vnc with Vanitas & Noé with an immigrant s/o with an accent & sometimes has trouble pronouncing things or they just forget the world & starts describing it in a weirdly way (lol) & when mad they start talking in their native language
Sorry if that sounds weird (english isn't my language) but have a nice day/night!
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entertained by any struggle you have in pronouncing things that have like a specifically french pronunciation?? like how "choux bun" is actually pronounced "shoe bun" (im sorry this point is probably so confusing)
somehow almost always catches on about exactly what you mean whenever you've forgotten a word; but when you're around other people he'll stay quiet for a bit longer just to see how much you can baffle the others
it's not like he'll ever let you notice him doing it, pfft what do you think he is, openly affectionate? but he'd probably try to learn at least a bit of your language
mainly because he has no idea what's going on when you're mad
and hc he's bad at empathising and calming people down even when he can understand what they're saying, so at least he knows where he stands a little more without having to be like "i know you're mad but i can't understand you lol pls speak french"
it's the way he's just casually picked up words from your native language just from knowing you so long
neither of you even realised it, one day you're just like "i can't remember the french word, its (word in your language)" and noe just, "oh the library?"
it's just words though, the moment you're mad and start talking in your native language, he's lost. but hey at least he's got it going for him that he's good at calming people down (unlike vanita-) so he can calm you down and ask if you want to talk about it again later
eventually he'd likely ask if you'll teach him some of how to speak and understand your language, not exactly enough for him to hold a perfect conversation or anything but just enough to understand and help you out
unless of course you'd want to teach him more he'd ve delighted
{ i'm so sorry if this was bad and that it took a while TT^TT - ash }
just got home from the pool so here's some vnc headcanons i have on how vnc characters would act at the pool
vanitas cannot swim. he can't. that man cannot swim. he is the very definition of a soppy wet cat, and i will stand upon this hill.
noé keeps getting out the water to go and eat little tidbits from the food table in their cottage. he probably got scolded by a lifeguard/staff for bringing food close or inside the pool.
i also like to think that domi thought jeanne was gonna come out of the changing room in a cute swimsuit or two-piece bikini but instead she's wearing a full-body rash guard (doesn't change a thing though, jeanne looks as beautiful as ever and domi is fawning over that fact)
speaking of swimwear, vanitas probably just threw on a cotton shirt and some shorts and called it a day. noé, like jeanne, also wore a full-body rash guard and by god did he look handsome. like domi, vanitas is also drooling over his partner. well not literally but you get my idea
you groan looking at the clock; it’s past midnight. vanitas is still out, and your eyelids are starting to feel heavier minute by minute. you end up knocking out, no matter how hard you are trying to fight the urge to fall asleep.
you wake up to the front door opening and closing, then you hear rustling from right beside you. you slowly open your eyes, and you see vanitas' faint outline in the dark.
"welcome home," you whisper, looking up at him from the bed. he's taking off his heavy clothing, quietly changing into something way more comfortable.
"sorry for coming late," he says, and lays down next to you. you just shake your head, and crawl a little closer to him.
he puts his arm around your hips, his fingertips touching your skin where your shirt slid up. your body trembles; his hands are so cold. he lets out a small chuckle, and lets his fingers draw circles over your exposed skin.
"vanitas, i swear to god," you murmur, but don't have enough energy to move away from the coldness. the rest of his body is so warm, and you love being in his embrace.
he doesn't say anything, just pulls you closer. your cheek is pressed to his chest, and his arm is still tightly hugging you. it's probably the most comforting feeling ever; he surely needed some time to get used to having someone this close to him, but in the end he's glad he let it happen. you are probably the best thing that could have happened to him.
