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honeydazai · 2 years

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gamer! Vanitas -> fingerfucking

content: nsfw, vaginal fingering, thigh riding, fingering, praise, degradation, exhibitionism | reblogs & comments appreciated!

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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.”

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iloveblogging2 · 11 months

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Noé and vanitas comforting an so.

Noe

He tries a lot to cheer u up 99 percent if the time it doesn't

For example

Only a few things excited u one of them cake and u and ur bf decided to visit the new popular place that open only for it to be out

Aight imma go home u told now with ur usually sad expressionless face

aww c’mon it’s not a huge deal noe said with sad eyes let’s explore paris he said his bright eyes returning

fine you said shrugging (trying to hide your smile)

Failed miserably😣

vanitas

Will probably just say something cool about himself:(I'm sorry kinnies)

example

You'redissapointed that ur favourite kpop/ fpop band dont like vampires(BEAR WITH ME)

And you start pondering your life and a vampire

How you cant get an so(bruh)

How no one likes you

How you're forever alone

Vanitas way of cheering you up : talk about how you should be grateful to him

Dont worry love you have me as he swirls his hair

And your weird ass gets instantly happy

Notes

Based on my mood swings

Requests are open to like any fandom

I write this at 1 am dont blame me

#vnc noé #cringe #cringeworthy #vnc vanitas #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #requests open #Weird #Forgive me #Wrote this at 1am #fanfiction #vnc x reader #Vnc imagines #Vnc drabbles #noe archiviste #Fanfic

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chiliyue-archived · 11 months

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Vanitas No Carte M.List ♡

SFW

- 10 things... - Noé Archviste, Roland Fortis

♡

NSFW

N/A

#vnc x reader #vanitas no carte x reader #vnc imagines #vnc headcanons #vnc fluff #vnc masterlist

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thewritetofreespeech · 5 months

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Ello!! Is it alright if I request a vamp! Fem or gender neutral reader with Vanitas?? I have a small prompt. The two bicker alot, but what happens when the reader gets injured and refuses to drink blood to help themselves, and Vanitas is genuinely worried about them?? Sorry if this is too long. Have a wonderful day/night!!

They had barely made it out with their heads still on. [Y/N] barricading the door while Vanitas looked for something to make it more secure. “There. That should hold it.” He announced, with a slight pant, after he had shoved a bookcase, two end tables, and any other junk he could find in this abandoned shack of a villa to keep the Curse Bearer at bay.

“I’ve never seen one act so violently.” [Y/N] replied. Their eyes still bright red from the fight. As crimson as the blood staining their shirt where they had sliced them with their great, sharp spines.

“Yeah. I don’t think we’ll be able to save this one.” Vanitas commented solemnly. “We’ll have to get its name back to stop it, but the chances of them coming out seem pretty low.”

[Y/N] sighed, afraid of that but aware of the outcome, then swayed a little as they took a step to sit down. “You ok?”

“Yes. Just a little light headed.” They replied.

“You’re still bleeding, hn?” Vanitas commented. Following behind them as they sat down. “I thought you would have healed up by now.”

“So did I. The fight and flight must have taken a lot out of me.” Vampire were incredibly resilient, but had their limitations. Fatigue, hunger, overexertion, could lead to a decline in the healing process, like any living thing. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem for [Y/N], and they would take the slow path to getting better. However, the situation they were in was not one best suited for ‘the slow path’. Their enemy could find them at any minute. It wouldn’t take much to break down their barricade and slaughter them if they wanted. They would need to get out of here, quickly, if they wanted to survive.

“Do you want me to help you?” Vanitas asked. To which [Y/N] scoffed.

“I didn’t know you knew first aid.”

“No I mean….”

He began to gesture awkwardly. It took [Y/N] a minute to realize what he was ‘saying’ and when they realized they were shocked. “I’m not drinking your blood Vanitas.”

“Why not?”

“Why not?!” They repeated. Shocked further that they would even ask such a question. “Because aside from it being illegal, it’s also incredibly inappropriate and….intimate.”

“It’s only illegal if I say no.” Vanitas corrected them. “And I’m offering it to you. Look, do you want to get out of here or not?”

“I think we can get out of here without me resorting to barbarism.” [Y/N] retorted. Voices getting raised.

“Yeah, cause you did a fine job of getting us out of here earlier.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“It means you couldn’t get us out of here when you were at top percent at the start. Now you’re injured! And you think you’re just magically going to help get us out of here with your positive attitude and morals!”

“You were in my way! I didn’t see you helping any back there!”

“That’s why I’m helping now!” Vantias hand smacked against the wall behind their head. His usually slim frame suddenly towered over [Y/N] in an intimidating way, as he pulled back his bow tie & shirt to expose his neck. “Take my blood!”

[Y/N] sat there in surprise. Their face flush at the situation, but also with the hammering sound of their heartbeat in their ears. It had been years since they had had fresh blood. They really did mean it when they said they thought it was barbarism. But there was a part of them, deep down, that always would crave it. A base instinct that lingered under the surface. A dark whisper, almost like Naenia’s, that beckoned them to take his blood.

Slowly, shyly, they leaned forward towards Vanitas’s neck. To his credit, he did not move. In fact he only flinched a little bit when their fangs pierced his skin. The warm, rich flow of blood trickled down their tongue and down their throat. Making them feel like they had never been warm in their life until this moment.

They suddenly realized why some rouge vampires became addicted to this. They suddenly realized what all the fuss was about.

“T-That’s enough [Y/N]…” Vanitas called out to them and pushed [Y/N] back. His turn to swoon a little bit now. “It won’t do us any good if I can’t walk out of here now.”

“Oh…I guess you’re right….” They suddenly felt embarrassed that they had lost themselves in the moment. Then they looked down and realized that all their injuries were healed. “I think I’m all right now. Better even. Better than new.”

“That’s nice.” Vanitas replied, before he slumped down beside them. “I just need to sit for a bit. Then we can try to make a break for it.”

“I’m sorry. Did I….-“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Vanitas butt in. “I just need to sit for a minute.”

They sat in silence. Listening to the stone flinch around them in their cubby hole. It was the quietest moment they had never had together. They never spoke of what happened again.

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menelaus-blue · 9 months

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THESE FREAKING PANELS HOLY SHIT THESE ARE MY GIRLSSSSSSS

#tbh chapter 60 was the best chapter for just any ship you can imagine in this manga but i do feel like domijeanne won in particular #vnc 60 #vnc #domijeanne #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas

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thegracefulwillow · 1 year

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slip through the streets while everyone sleeps

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vnc #vnc fanart #vnc vanitas #noé archiviste #description in alt text #my art #ONE i found out firealpaca has chromatic aberration which is GREAT #TWO i think tumblr crunched up the colors so just imagine it looks better or whatever #once again my curse strikes and i overworked this until i couldn't tell if i like what i did soooo let's go party people

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callilemon · 6 months

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What do you think Louis would have looked like had The Incident never happened and he lived up to Domi's age in the present if canon? What would him and Noé's dynamic look like? And also imagine the massive love triangle of him, Noé, and Vanitas.... That'd be fascinating. 2 emo boys vying for his attention.

If Louis had lived, I imagine he wouldn’t of changed too much. Maybe have longer hair, and a different style? (I drew him pretty in canon tho hah)

If this was the case, my head canon is Noé and Vanitas meet in the same way, only he’s looking for a cure for Louis and Vanitas manages to give him his name back. So I think his relationship with Vanitas would be more or less the same. If anything he’d have more admiration for him for saving his friend. I do think he and Louis would be romantically involved but with Vanitas added to the mix? I can’t decide if Louis would absolutely love him, because they’re so similar or absolutely despise him for the same reasons 😂

I do see them tormenting Noé to no end hence the doodle 😂

(Just realized I don’t know the ship name for Louis x Noé. Lounoé?)

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retracexcviii · 1 year

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Vanitas no carte Stage play comic translation (part 2)

Hi there again. Last cleanings and edits. All this translations were made again by J, check the link:

https://www.instagram.com/_jolene_c/

Note 1: last 2 comics are not related to the stage play. One is about a song singed by Chloé and JJ voice actors and the other is when the anime ended, but since they were presented as tiny comics we decided to make them too.

Note 2: there are a lot, a very big a lot, more comics like this made by Jun that I never cleaned and were never translated. You can visit the author's Twitter to find them

Note 3: I made a drive with my cleaned versions in case someone wanted to use them to translate to other languages. I share it with you too:

#vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vnc #my cleaning #my edit #not my translation #go check the 1st link to dear J Insta #she is the translator #and well #with this I think I have nothing left to share related to the stage play #i'm sad I can bring all all the comics #but they are a lot #around other 30 untranslated #50 in total #as you can imagine #too much work

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lavandulawrites · 3 months

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Hi <3 I am Lavandula and I am 20

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Rules

My requests are open so don’t be shy:) Please read my rules before requesting

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I only write female readers.

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fokron · 5 months

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obviously i want PH anime reboot bc i want this wonderful beautiful story to get the adaptation and appreciation it deserves first and foremost.

but I'll be honest and say with a bigger fandom i am VERY curious to see how polarizing the reception to Jack and Vincent and all the other fucked in the head characters will be. I want to see the fandom drama I'll be so honest.

#pandora hearts #ph #fokron speaks #i didnt participate in PH fandom or even rlly look at it when i imagine it was in its height? like late 2000s early 2010s #so i missed fandom / shipping wars if they happened #i feel like everyone ive seen on ph tumblr now is living in their own holes and mostly respectful to eachother #but im also oblivious to everything so i could be wrong idk.#anyways with recent reboots of other stuff and 15th ani and VNC success i feel like theres a solid chance of PH reboot in the next 5 years #but that could also be copium so. lol.

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moxie-girl · 1 year

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the dhampirs!!

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honeydazai · 2 years

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ 𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Vanitas, Noé, Dante, Johann, Jeanne, Lord Ruthven, Antoine de Sade

content: suggestive, no explicit nsfw; biting, blood mentions, etc.

While VANITAS isn't a vampire, that doesn't mean he's not able to bite you. Sure, he doesn't have long fangs, but he can make it hurt if he wants to — besides, he's quite glad he doesn't have to rely on anything like vampire venom to please you.

You'd think he's not getting anything out of biting you, though that's not true at all — he's more than satisfied with listening to the variety of adorable noises you make, whether it's a high-pitched shriek when he clamps his teeth down on your shoulder randomly to get your attention, or a rather pleased moan when his teeth graze your throat, only to then suck on the skin until it bruises.

“Oh? Don't tell me you enjoy some pain, love. That's awfully lewd of you, you know that, right? Ah, but, well, it appears I'm terrible at resisting the wishes of someone as lovely as you. I'll gladly bite you some more.”

Each time his fangs sink into your neck, NOÉ swears he'll be gentle. He promises that he doesn't want to hurt you, and while he succeeds most of the time, he sometimes gets too eager to really pay attention whether your moans are ones of pleasure or pain — not that you hold it against him, of course. The slight sting is forgotten about only mere moments later anyway; besides, you're not immune to flattering words about how sweet your blood tastes and how you make it terribly difficult for him to control his urges.

Given how he's from an ancient clan, his venom is strong, potent aphrodisiacs coursing through your veins and, well; Noé can only handle so much of you squirming and whimpering underneath him, your eyes fluttering closed and your lips opened in a needy moan, until he, too, loses himself to the pleasure.

“God, I'm sorry—, ah, I didn't hurt you, did I? Thank God. You always taste so awfully sweet, it's like I suddenly lose control over my desires. Though it appears I'm not the only one enjoying this, isn't that right, darling?”

At first, DANTE hesitates to bite you. He doesn't want to be like those desperate vampires who only see humans as food sources; he loves you for who you are, after all. Still, he's not able to resist forever when you keep offering to let him feed from you. His resilience isn't that strong, not when you tilt your head to the side in an obvious invitation, the expanse of your throat bared.

A groan leaves his throat as his fangs break your skin and your blood fills his mouth; it's been ridiculously long since he had done this, and your blood tastes sweeter than any he's able to remember. The way your body is pressed flush against his only makes this even better and, fuck, now that he got a taste, Dante isn't sure if he'll ever be able to resist again.

“God, darl, this is so damn good—, had no idea blood could taste this sweet. Just so you know, if I suddenly wanna bite you more often, that's your fault, not mine, got it?”

While JOHANN doesn't bite you regularly, it feels all the better when he finally does. You can't help but outright moan as sharp fangs pierce your throat, an utterly needy sound, and Johann all but smirks against your skin. He's not above teasing you for how desperate you are, especially since he's the dhampir — shouldn't you be at least a bit less eager than him?

His venom isn't nearly as strong as the one of an actual vampire, but it's potent enough to have you whimpering and whining underneath him, your body flushed with heat and your head tilted to the side to allow him even more access to the expanse of your throat. He enjoys the little noises of pleasure you let out too much; the gasps and barely suppressed moans whenever his fangs pierce your skin, and he huffs out a laugh when you whimper.

“Oh my. Someone's enjoying themselves, hm? How utterly adorable. What, do you like it that much when I bite you? Hm, I best do it again then, don't you agree?”

LORD RUTHVEN'S main reason for biting you regularly is his urge to demonstrate his ownership of you. He enjoys the sight of his Mark of Possession on your throat, loves the way it makes other vampires either glare in envy or simply stay away from you, and revels in the adorable noises you let out whenever he bites you.

While his possessiveness being the sole reason is usually the case, there's also times when he simply wants to enjoy the taste of your blood while being close to you. It might sound cheesy, but biting you is pretty intimate, and you mewl so prettily for him when his venom spreads through your body. Don't be fooled by his rather romantic intent, though; he'll mock you relentlessly for your eagerness either way.

“You're terribly eager today, my dear. Has it been that long since I've bitten you last? I doubt it. If anything, it seems I've spoiled you too much. Why don't you beg for me to bite you, darling? I wouldn't put it past me to be persuaded.”

It's no surprise that ANTOINE is mean about biting you. While he promises that he'll be gentle — he doesn't want to hurt you, he loves you, after all; don't you trust him? — each and every time, he never is, and yet you continue to fall for the same sweet promises again and again. Antoine himself thinks it's quite sad, really, but then again, he's not complaining, not when his teeth are tinted scarlet with your blood.

There's nothing he enjoys nearly as much as watching you squirm whenever his fangs pierce your neck; he pins you down all too easily, given how your strength isn't even remotely close to his, and there's something about the way he stares at you, his grin red, that makes you feel vulnerable, like the prey you are. The sight probably shouldn't have made you tremble in sudden arousal, and Antoine's smirk only widens into something feral when he notices that you're squeezing your thighs together in need.

“My, you're being quite cute right now. Does it hurt, darling? My sincerest apologies. I was being as gentle as possible, I promise. Now, let me make you feel better, yes?”

JEANNE can't help herself; the urge to drink blood is too strong for her to control, and, well, when you offer yourself and your throat, your blood, up to her, who is she to decline?

A whimper leaves her mouth when your blood runs down her throat and drips down her chin in scarlet drops, and she's so terribly eager when she presses herself against you, her chest flush with yours. Her nails dig into your shoulders to keep you from potentially squirming away, and if she wasn't this distracted by your taste, she'd appreciate the tiny noises that leave your lips — gasps and moans alike, all for her only — more. By the time she pulls back, she apologises hesitantly, her voice meek, because she wasn't able to control herself, though you definitely don't mind, not when her venom feels this good.

“Ah, my apologies, I didn't mean to hurt you—; wait, I didn't? I'm glad. Oh. You're quite—, did you like it that much?”

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[𖣠] — 𝐍𝐎É 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄

“Yeah, just like this”, he softly speaks guiding you over his aroused cock and as you gasp taking his cock inside your juicy hole he coos, “Atta girl”. He prefers to be the bottom but could switch gears at any moment. “You thought I was done?”, his voice is soft yet bold as he squeezes your ass cheeks making you moan. Your nails dig over his back leaving crescentindecents as he licks your nipples. His eyes don’t falter as he clamps his lips around your perked nipples before licking them. “Ohhh Noeeeh”, you call out his name in between moans, trying to catch up your breath as his grasp grows stronger making you bounce faster on his aching, twitching cock. Once he's in the heat, he won't stop until he has pulled at least four orgasms from you. “Oh baby, you did so well”, he whispers just after filling you with his thick cum up to the brim.

[𖣠] — 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒

Vanitas can be either mean & rough or gentle & patient but he never forgets to prepare you properly before he's inside you. Vanitas loves to tease you, every part of you. He likes to watch his girl beg for him, being shamelessly needy. He won't go for penetration until you're absolutely soaked and nothing but a mumbling mess. “Yeah, you. Like that?”, he whispers as he rubs the tip of his cock over your feminity. His cock is hard, starting to grow; he just can't wait to be inside you yet he likes to watch your welled-up orbs, your frustrated whimpers as he keeps nudging your outer clit folds. It's puffy and swollen as he jockes down kissing your lips, sucking it to divert you for a while before shoving his cock without warning. He loves to hear the surprised gasp as he gets to have a last chuckle of victory.

[𖣠] — 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒

Roland is such a sweet talker. His mellowed voice along with his pouty face would get him anything. He loves you, your body scent rusting his senses as he places kisses all over your body. He likes to have you underneath him, hands hooking around your plush thighs as he gives a broad lick over your clit folds. “Awh! Don't be like that!”, he coos. His words hit your wet folds sending shivers all over your body. “You can give me another one, can't you baby?”, he asks as his grip over your butt cheeks tightens. Lips sucking your clit, tongue lapping against your dripping femininity until the bedsheets get soaked. Your hands gripping the pillow, gritted teeth trying to take what he's giving you until he finally marks your most intimate parts. He loves to mark your inner thighs, boobs, your pulse point. “Ahhhhh-aH”, you let out a low moan as his teeth meet your thighs making him pause. “Does it hurt?”, he asks, his puffy lips glistening with your juices. How could you not kiss him! Kiss him, suck his lips until he pushes you away: that's the kind of reassurance he needs.

[𖣠] — 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑

Olivier likes to take you from the back. Whether you're pressed up against the wall or on the bed, his grip on your waistlines grows stronger while he fucks you like his ragdoll. His thrusts are deep and strong; he likes to see you absolutely wrecked under his influence. “Oh gwad! you feel -so gu’d-just so gu’d”, he barely mumbles as his arms slowly roam over your body making their way to grope your breasts, fondling them as he takes a breather. “You think you can take more of me, huh princess?”, he whispers against your ears as you try to catch your breath, moans fuming at each passing moment over your lips. He skims through your wavy locks arching your face to get a quick look on your face. “Look at you, always so ready for me.”, he remarks and before you could say something he kisses your lips, fingers pinching your nipples as you whimper out a moan. “Just a little longer, baby!”, he coos as he bucks up your hips ready to slam his cock again, to fill your womb with his seed until your legs shake. And oh dear! How he loves to hear your moans and screams; “Let me know how good my cock feels, angel”, he would hiss if you cover your mouth with your hands or bury your face in the pillow.

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Lord Ruthven is a man of fine taste. He wants you to be dressed up pretty, sitting on his lap as he studies. You're supposed to sit on his lap, taking his cock inside your juicy hole like a good girl. And don't you dare move, because if you do, he'll rub your puffy folds until you're squirting soaking his pants. “Did I tell you to sit naked?”, he remarks tartly keeping aside his book. While your shy muscles try to get rid of the upper, he tucks it down along your waistline.“So beautiful”, he mumbles eyeing you up and down running his hands down from your neck until he reaches your belly button. He grabs your thighs pulling you closer, nudging your spot making you a jolt. Your hands clamp on his broad shoulders as you let out a meek moan. “Awh! Don't be so afraid. ’m not gonna bite”, he says kissing your neckline making it hard for you to breathe, making it so hard not to moan. “unless you ask for!”, he adds licking your pulse point as try to buck your hips, pressing your boobs against his chest. “Getting restless, aren't we kitten?”, he whispers as he digs his teeth into your neckline and finally sucks before pulling away making your vision glassy. “Don’t worry Angel, we've all the time in the world”, he coos swiftly placing you underneath him on the couch ready to pound until he fills you upto the brim.

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Scenario 1 - August Ruthven First Meeting with You

Characters: August Ruthven x Fem/AFAB Human Reader

A/N: I don't think this will turn into a real series, but I thought it would be cute to write random scenarios. If you have ideas for the scenarios, feel free to drop them in my inbox!

It started out a mundane day for Lord August Ruthven, the senate for the queen. He had come to Paris for a private business trip. He strolled through the bustling streets of Paris, he noticed the outdoor markets, vibrant flowers, and street performers. Despite the liveliness of the environment, nothing seemed to catch his yellow pupil’s attention. As he made his way back to the secret portal to Atlas Paris, he suddenly caught a whiff of a pleasant scent that was indescribable to him. The scent was deliciously sweet and it piqued his interest. Where was this coming from?

“Oh no, I’m so sorry Monsieur.” Lord Ruthven scrunched his thick eyebrow, unaware someone had bump into his large stature body. “Did I hurt you?” A bit confused, his yellow pupil flickered downwards to find your eyes filled with worries.

What a silly question, how could a mere little human such as yourself hurt him? He barely felt the pressure of you running into him, the only reason you caught his attention was your amicable scent. Not realizing how long his silence was, your worried features deepens.

“Are you really hurt?” Your hands were suddenly on him, touching the spot where she had collided with him. He was taken back by your brazen touch, Lord Ruthven rarely allowed anyone, let alone a human, to touch him. Yet, he found himself not minding your hands on him.

The worrisome expression on your delicate face, he couldn’t fathom why you are concerned about him. He let out a rare genuine laughter and assured you, “I am unharmed.” Watching your expression change from worry to relief was amusing to him. How intriguing, a soft smile appeared on his lips. Your warm hands were still on him, he felt the urge to tease you. “How long do you plan on putting your hands on me, young lady?”

He observed your expression again, your eyes widened and blood rushed to your cheeks. Another thing that intrigued him. “I’m so sorry!” You profusely apologized, quickly pulled your hands away from him. “That was completely inappropriate for me to touch you without a second thought. I hope I didn’t offend you, Monsieur. I-”

Lord Ruthven did not feel offended, not even the slightest. However, his chest felt a strange sensation - a tingle. He never experienced this before with a human. The clock tower in the square rang loudly, catching your attention.

“Oh, I must leave!” You left in a hurry before he could ask for your name, leaving him with a newfound sense of curiosity. Your pleasant, sweet aroma gradually faded away as you slipped further into the crowd.

A rare, genuine smile spread across his square set face. This day had turned out to be anything but mundane. Lord Ruthven continued on his journey, thinking this chance encounter was just a passing moment.

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summary: I was inspired by the last noe x reader request. so here's part ii

After Noé finished his bath, and a light supper as he suddenly remembered he hadn’t eaten in quite some time, the two of you made your way to bed. He still hadn’t told him anything about the trip or the battle, but seemed in knee enough spirits for you not to press. He would tell you eventually when he felt like it.

“Do you want me to leave the window open for some fresh air?” Noé shrugged against the pillows. Already tucked himself in.

With no opinion from Noé you decide to leave it open a crack to let some air in. The room could get stuff, and with two people in your bed also very warm. “Goodnight Noé.”

“Goodnight….” He replied quietly. Which you assume meant that he was falling asleep.

But, about 20 minutes later, you felt the bed shift and Noé slide in close to you. His good arm wrapping around you as the rest of him curled into your side. “Noé? Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know.”

You thought maybe his arm was hurting him. You had warned him that it would start hurting if he didn’t take his medicine. But that didn’t seem to be the case.

You felt Noé nuzzle against your neck and his body squirm to try and get even closer. “Noé?”

“Can I have some of your blood?”

It wasn’t the first time he’d asked, and you’d given it to him every time, but this time the ask felt different. He wanted to be close to you. Be close to someone. He probably still felt cursed and rejected, and probably traumatized by the incident now that the shock had worn off, so he wanted to feel accepted again.

“Yes Noé.” You told him. The arm he’d pinned under him lifting up to stroke the back of his hair. “You can have my blood.”

His fangs are more hesitant than usual. You wonder, perhaps, if he was scared what he would see when he drank your blood. Memories are not the only thing he can see with his abilities, but emotions. All vampires could.

Fear tasted like pennies.

Hatred tasted like burnt bread.

Regret tasted like dry hay.

Love tasted like honey.

You tried to pour all your love into your veins so that it was sweet as syrup when it hit Noé’s tongue. Letting him know that you could never reject him. Never hate him. Never be afraid of him.

“More.” Noé whispered in your ear when he came up for air.

“If you take much more, I’ll pass out Noé.”

“No, I mean….” His hips jutted at your side. Feeling his erection through his night gown.

“Oh,” you realized, “you can have that too.”

Noé finally let go of you and move to take off his nightgown and get on top of you. Just as he was about to brace himself above, however, his face twisted in pain and his left arm gave out. His injury still not allowing him to take on weight. “Here, let me.”

You sit up and move the two of you around so that Noé was on his back, with you on top now. His face was flushed. Either from your blood or embarrassment you weren’t sure. You had had sex with you on top, but Noé liked being on top so much that it was pretty rare. Needs must though, and if Noé wanted to feel connected, literally and metaphorically, this was how it had to happen.

Lifting your hips up a little, your fingers make quick work of your opening, so it was easier to take him in. You were already a little wet from Noé feeding on you. The anticipation of sex with him was enough to make you wet enough, so the fingers were just a formality to avoid discomfort.

You lift your hips higher this time, bracing your hands against his chest, and slide down. Even with your work there was still a bit of a stretch, but pleasurable. One you let a quiet moan out to as you go all the way to the hilt with him inside you. “I’m going to move now.” Noé nodded enthusiastically as his hands found their way to your hips to help you start.

Your pace was slow at first. A stead rhythm of soft, passionate love making, where you both could feel the connection between you and feel whole.

Beautiful, but not satisfying. And eventually you have to work on a faster pace if you want to cum. Rocking and grinding against Noé’s pelvis as you move up & down to stimulate your clit.

“[Y/N]…I’m gonna…” He seems to barely be able to get the words out between moans. His hands, still on your hips, on autopilot as the help you reach your goal.

“It’s ok…” You pant back at him. “I’m going to cum too.”

And like the power of suggestion, the two of you quickly came. Noé arching off the bed, while you let out a sharp moan of orgasm. You quickly fell forward again Noé. Spent. His heart beating in your ear.

“Don’t get up.” He said when he felt you trying to move. “Stay here.”

“I can still lay on top of you.” Though you knew that wasn’t what he meant. “We can’t stay like this all night.”

“I know.” His cock inside you twitched. Perhaps to disagree or perhaps in disappointment. “Just…for a little while.”

He doesn’t want to give up the connection. The physical manifestation of you being together.

You sigh, but too tired to argue, and just laid your head against his chest. You could move later. Once you got your strength back. For now though, this was rather nice.

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