Playing with Sweets’ Hair...| Sweet Pea Headcannons
Prompt suggested by anon: What playing with Sweet Pea’s hair is like
Request status: Open Sesame!
- let’s all agree: sweets hair is fucking incredible
- he knew it too
- sweets would take so much time in the bathroom making sure that his hair looked good
- he used about three hair products and a tiny bit of hairspray to achieve the look
- oh yeah he referred to his hair as the look
- it was so stupid, but he loved it
- anyway, he’d spend so much time, gelling it back to the side, then pulling a small section of hair to the front
- a perfect curl in the center of his forehead
- as he emerged from the bathroom, he’d look like a marble statue
- pea would have just gotten out of the shower, towel tied around his waist
- little water droplets clinging to his toned abdomen
- his hair, done perfectly after his shower
- “are you done in there?” you’d tease
- “are you done drooling?” he’d tease back, kissing your lips quickly
- of course, he spent a while doing his hair, but you couldn’t resist touching it
- he loved it when you’d run your fingers through his hair, no matter where you were
- you sit on his lap at the wyrm, his arms around your waist as you slung an arm around his shoulder to the back of his head to run your hands through his hair
- he’d lean his head into your hands as you stroked his hair, combing your fingernails through it
- you’d smile as he softly hummed, “you tired?” you cooed to him as he hummed again.
- of course, his favorite was in the bedroom, during sex, you tugging on his hair as he drove you mad
- pulling on his hair, he’d groan out, loving the way it felt
- there were also times where he just didn’t need his hair to be messed up, him not in the mood to be teased
- ruffling up his hair, you’d giggle, running away from him
- “y/n?! what the fuck!”
- you’d laugh as you ran away from him, “oopsies!”
- “don’t gimme that shit, you did it on purpose!”
- but there were times where he needed to have your fingers in his hair, soothing him after he was riled up
- he’d sit, you straddling his lap, running your fingers through his hair as he took deep breaths
- “relax, baby,” you told him as he sighed. “i’m here now.”
- sweets would watch as you tucked a few longer stands of his hair back
- he sighed, the feeling of your fingers tangled in his raven locks
- you pressed a kiss to the serpent tattoo on his neck as he sighed again
- “thank you, princess,” he rubbed your back as you smiled at him
- “of course,” you replied, kissing his lips, cupping his face