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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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blueparadis · 2 years

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❝Our Skin Touch & We Ignite.❞+ ( noe archiviste, vanitas, ronald fortis, Olivier, Lord Ruthven)

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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.

[𖣠] —𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐊𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐕𝐄𝐍

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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ru1-png · 2 years

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Then How About I Place This Kiss On Your Lips~?

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∘ I AM ONCE AGAIN BACK PROJECTING MY FIXATIONS ONTO THIS SILLY ASS APP!!! (me trying to rack my brain doing my very best to post more often) . . . LOADING . . . ₓ Vanitas x Reader \\ vanitas being the flirt he is & flirting with reader ~ ˙ᵕ꒳ᵕ this is a . . . FLUFF !!! ༄ؘ ˑ TW + info : no trigger warnings again this time! though i had this idea in mind for quite a while and my fixation for csov has died down a bit over the past few weeks, i still intend on hoping i can do this to the best of my ability! since ofc this takes place in paris i tried my best to actually correlate locations that are actually in paris yet trying to stay time accurate too!! WORD COUNT : 1915

The moment your head hits the soft cotton pillow placed neatly on your bed, it can take all of mere seconds for you to drift off into your bittersweet sleep. The lovely feeling of being able to finally rest after going through the many experiences that come with each passing day. Yet, the aching feeling of what the world might bring you the next day, what if you simply aren't ready to face it? The moment you finally begin to drift into slumber, you can't help but consider that as the ambiance outside lulls you to sleep. Just as every night, you were once again drifted away into your slumber, unaware of how much time has passed.

"Morning sleepyhead~"

You are suddenly broken away from your sleep, being the light sleeper you are, the voice speaking suddenly makes your eyes shoot open. Quite shocked, you shoot up and look towards your windowsill which you tend you leave open at night. Other than maybe a bird or two sitting on it, you lived a fair distance away from the ground so it wouldn't be like someone could get in. Unless well, it was the person that you realized was the one that had startled you awake, Vanitas. Still groggy, you seem to give yourself a second before saying anything to let your body adjust to being awake.

"Vanitas? What are you doing here at this hour... it's quite early in the morning" You don't seem upset or annoyed but sure as hell not very pleased to be woken up so suddenly. Vanitas proceeds to give you one of his signature smirks which would only be followed by a tease.

"Well well, isn't someone fiesty this morning~ it's not even that early. Get ready y/n, cause I've decided we are going out on an adventure today! Your's truly thought that taking you around to places would be quite fun, so go ahead and get ready! And make it fast~" Without even waiting for your response, he then shuts your window and proceeds to sit on your roof, knowing you probably couldn't say no and would proceed to reluctantly follow along with his plans.

That you did. Unable to have much of a say to your close friend that had a habit of sporadically asking you to go out and do things. You did love doing it though so I guess it's a good trade for not being able to decline the request. After finally clothing and grooming yourself, you opened up your window motioning for Vanitas, who was still sitting quite comfortably on your roof to enter. As he begins to make his way into your small apartment, you fetch a satchel of yours before turning back to face him.

"My my my well isn't someone dressing to impress today! I wouldn't say this is all that special of an occasion but do you look quite divine." You hide your face slightly to avoid Vanitas' striking blue eyes from seeing your slightly reddened cheeks. He can't help but let out a tiny chuckle. "Ready to leave y/n?"

"Well we can't just stand around here, so I suppose so!" You both make your way for the rooms exit, you then realized you can't just set foot outside without any clear direction as of where to go you'd think to yourself. "Where are we even heading to first Vanitas?"

"Well, I'm glad you asked! I suppose on our little expedition, a nice refreshing drink or something to snack on wouldn't hurt..." He then hesitates, probably thinking of where to go for those desired items is what you assume. "Perfect! Y/n, we're off to Le Procope, I've been meaning to stop by there and try something nice." Vanitas of course as always giving you a split second to even register what you said grabs your hand to turn you in the correct direction.

As strange as it would seem to go to such a fine dining place especially at this time of day, it would certainly not be a plan you had expected. But, you choose to trust Vanitas here and just follow his lead. "He seems quite happy to be doing this", you think to yourself subconsciously smiling at the thought that Vanitas could already be enjoying this though this outing just began. The chatter of everyone surrounding you, the clacking sounds of horses towing people around on their daily commutes, all the sounds around you had left you so entranced that the sudden voice of Vanitas caught you off guard.

"Earth to Y/n! We're almost there, it would be pretty annoying if I lost you out here so you better pay attention to where you're going, we're here anyway."

You are snapped back to reality and realize that you are now in front of the quite famous historical cafe, Le Procope. Though you've lived in Paris for a few years now, you often just choose to stay in the comfort of your own home either researching or you'd go out occasionally just to see nice views to sketch in your notebook. Keeping that in mind, you let your eyes drag their view across the look of the place. "This place is beautiful!" You look quite excited, which can't help but make Vanitas smile a bit.

"Well yes of course, I'm still shocked you haven't even been here before y/n. It's like you live under a rock or something! Now then, let's head inside." He leads you inside as he opens the door for you, you are both greeted by the staff and given a table to sit at. It just happens that you are both placed right next to a window, which gives a nice scenic view of the busy street outside.

You turn to your friend, "Hey Vanitas, why did you take me here anyway? Usually when you "whisk me away" on another outing like this we usually go somewhere less fancy. Is this a special occasion?"

Vanitas let's out a slight laugh in response, "Well y/n a nice trip to a cafe every once in a while wouldn't hurt! I've been meaning to come here again, and well.." You notice that same smirk again, what is he going to say now... "You actually look quite splendid today y/n, so I thought it would be fitting to take you somewhere nice too."

"That little bastard." You think to yourself as you literally can't hide how flustered that got you. Even if you may have the slightest; well slightest is what you like to tell yourself bit of romantic attraction for him, you can't help but fall to shambles at times even if Vanitas were to give you the simplest compliment. Your flustered train of thought is suddenly caught off by that little tease across the table from you,

"What's the matter y/n, cat got your tongue~?" You look at him taken aback slightly.

"What- no?! I just didn't know what to say. Thank you- I appreciate the compliment." You say whatever words you can muster up. You are simply left defenseless to Vanitas's playful flirting.

To avoid a potential awkward silence, you bring up a topic which then turns into a whole discussion. You tend to often notice that any discussions or debates that you have with Vanitas seem to be quite eventful, seeing as both have quit the different outlooks on things you may both be interested in. Whether it would be Vanitas insisting whatever he says is correct or questioning your viewings on the many affairs the world currently has to offer. Your exceeding interests in Vanitas's thought process even became overwhelming at times, and you couldn't help but ask him for more information. Some things he'd choose to then elaborate on, others not so much.

Through all of your chatter, which included you two eating as well, a few hours had managed to pass by. It was finally going into mid afternoon, so you and Vanitas decided to take your leave and venture to the next spot. Once again, Vanitas chooses to use his "special" set of words simply meant to poke fun at you some more.

"Well then my belladonna, a trip to Parc Montsouris would be nice. I think seeing the fireworks this evening would be a lovely pass time. What do you think?" He suggests, expecting you to give it some thought.

Knowing such a situation would only play at your heartstrings more and more by the second, you begin to hesitate thinking that might not be the best idea. But then again... this could be the next idea for a new sketch of yours. "Who's to say that Vanitas would even reciprocate such feelings towards me? I suppose it wouldn't hurt just going anyway. His same old flirty self may be hard to see through, but seeing what could happen would be quite nice." After collecting your thoughts, you simply nod in response which prompts Vanitas to bring forth the journey. Though of course, a slight complaint of course as the journey continued ensued. It being a simple "If I had realized how much walking this was going to take I would have just gone back to your apartment!" You simply laugh it off though as you both arrive, the sun now beginning to set. The colorful hues would hit Vanitas face, which you couldn't help but simply smile seeing how pretty it looked. That smile Vanitas happened to be noticed by Vanitas,

"Is something the matter y/n?"

Caught off guard you quickly shake your head and just respond with a flustered "Nothing! I must have gotten lost in thought again." You laugh it off as you both reach the location. As the love sights of nature surround you both, Vanitas proceeds to grab you and rush you over to a spot a bit far back in the park, completely empty as opposed to the main areas filled with people with the same intention to watch the firework show.

"This is a little place I like to call 'The Secret Garden'. People tend to be so annoying at times when I'm down there, so I like to come here when I need to relax. Come on y/n, I think the show is about to start! I'd probably end up blaming you if we missed it~"

You quickly walk up to Vanitas to reach the perfect position to watch the fireworks, confused why he would go to such lengths for you to see some fireworks, you can't help but ponder why. You then decide to ask.

"Vanitas, why are you doing all this for me? I do appreciate this incredibly yes, but it seems so different of you to do something like this with me this time, it feels different..."

That damn smirk again.

"Well when someone has feelings for you and you reciprocate them you obviously do something nice, duh!"

"What." That's all that can possibly run through your head. Did you make it that obvious? You are frozen in place, unaware that he would confront you so suddenly.

Vanitas lets out a short chuckle, "Aw, out of things to say y/n~? Let's see... then how about I place a kiss on your lips~"

In the blink of an eye, the shorter man's tender lips met your own, as the crackling sound of a pulsing light reaches the air, exploding into different arrays of colors. In your shocked state, you can only compose the thought, "I suppose, this is perfect"

#case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas #vanitas x reader #vanitas x y/n #vnc fanfic #vnc vanitas #vnc x reader #vnc x you #vnc x y/n #idk if this is ooc

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okkotsyui · 10 months

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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 . . .

⎯⎯ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃…

𝐘𝐔𝐈 ! ⎯⎯ ⠀⠀ s.her ⠀ minor ⠀ arab

⠀ ► ⠀ 001. tags ⠀⠀ 002. directory ⠀⠀ 003. hml smau

⎯⎯ ⠀⠀ お金

► sae's amor ⠀ vanitas' baby ⠀ yuta's wife ⠀ mammon's girl

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thecoffeelovingfreak · 2 years

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0 - THE FOOL

↑: new beginnings, spontaneity, adventure, freedom, innocence

↓: apathy, irrationality, carelessness, stupidity, lack of hope

meet the fool... y/n l/n

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The slick grass brushed against your cheeks as a soft breeze flew by. A small warm sensation repeatedly struck various spots of your torso. As your consciousness returned from the black, you opened your eyes.

A large white dog sat expectantly next to you, an emotion similar to joy on its face. The sky was painted in the fiery hues of a sunset, accompanied by the growing blues of dusk.

A cloth rested over your legs, and upon closer inspection you concurred that it was a cream-coloured coat. The texture was reminiscent of cotton, and it smelled like summer rain.

Standing up, you scanned the horizon. Rolling green hills spread as far as you could see, but a thin line of deep cerulean in the distance led you to believe that you were near the coast. The dog next to you nudged the coat.

"Do you want me to put it on?" you questioned.

A bark in response.

"Well, alright."

Sliding the coat onto your arms, a striking familiarity flows throughout your body.

The dog spins around excitedly three times as a warmth enters your veins.

This coat holds a familiar magic signature – how peculiar.

As your thought finished, you felt a light tug near the bottom of your coat. Looking down, you catch the white dog with the fabric between its teeth. When you make eye contact, it releases you and begins walking east.

With no other companion, and no other place to go, you choose to follow the fluffy white canine.

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Night had fallen by the time you reached the coast. As you wandered the shores, you admired the stars. All twelve of the zodiac constellations shown brightly here, and it brought you a sense of comfort to find something similar to your world here.

The dog suddenly pranced from your side to a western spot on the beach. You could make out an object laying in the sand and waited patiently for the animal to bring it to you.

As it came running back, it dropped a recognizable brown leather satchel at your feet. Enthusiastically, you opened it to find three of your most important belongings. A safety charm hung from a black leather cord, a book on the inner workings of otherworldly beings, and the tarot deck that you were gifted when you were eleven.

"Thank you! You've been such lovely company and a truly fantastic guide!"

The dog yipped as a reply.

A soft inner tug pulled your attention back to your tarot deck. Opening the worn, gilded box, the empty card of the Fool sat upright atop the deck.

Is this where I am? The realm of the Fool?

Another yip.

Can you read my thoughts?

Two yips.

A laugh left your lips.

"Does this perhaps mean… that I am the Fool?"

Three yips, now.

"You would be the barking dog, then, correct?"

A full bark.

"Do you have a name?"

An up-and-down nodding movement, along with its left paw placed upon your book, clued you into what the dog was saying.

Opening the book and flipping through the pages, you stopped at the pair displaying your coat on the left and a white canine on the right.

"Ananka?"

A joyful spin before they once again sat intently before you.

"Meaning countless, or infinite."

Another flip of the page, and you were greeted by a breeze laced in sparkles. As you quickly decided to shut the book, you looked to your left.

Rolling off of the cliff was a lavender and violet fog, but instead of radiating danger, it contained significant traces of magic and mischief.

Ananka began walking in its direction, stopping to nod for you to follow.

Nearing the mist, you witnessed the royal colour cascading over a shimmering golden gate. The mist became a deep indigo colour at its base, and flowed into the void past the gate.

A soft woof from beside you drew your attention back to Ananka.

"Is this where we are to go next?"

A beat of silence.

We will not be going together, dear Fool. Only you can complete this journey.

Anxiety began creeping into your heart.

"Will I see you again?"

Of course, we are bound together. I will be there whenever you call for me.

Relief slaughtered the creeping beasts as you steeled yourself to pass through the now open gates.

"Farewell, Ananka."

Farewell, Fool.

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enter the misted gates ->

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masterlists | journey through the realms

#major arcana!au #coff writes for bsd🥂#coff writes for vnc🍷#coff writes for twst🍸#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #vnc #vanitas no carte #vnc x reader #vnc x you #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst x y/n #twst x you #twisted wonderland x reader

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luxesiren · 8 months

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your fave sending/making you a whimper audio, their voice has that hint of whininess and the desperation evident from the sounds they’re making. you could hear the squelch of their hand stroking their cock, soft gasps and broken groans are loud in the audio, “baby..fuck, i wish you were here..” their hand moving faster against their cock as they try to make themselves cum, you could hear them spitting on the tip and the loud whimper that comes out their mouth when they continue to fuck their fist. it’s like you could almost see the tears that fall from them but you only hear it, fat tears rolling down their cheeks from the overstimulation they give themselves. “m’gonna cum, gonna cum.” they say over the audio and you wish you could see it in real time, as you thought the video was over, you heard their hand moving again over their cock. the whimpers becoming louder with every stroke, practically hurting themselves to cum again.

armin, nagi, megumi, gojo, isagi, vanitas, noé, jean + your fave

a/n :: whimper audios>>>

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fairy-writes · 11 months

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Hello! Can I ask for Vanitas and 12) “Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” for the 900 followers event?

CHIVALRY IS DEAD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): The Case Study of Vanitas

Pairing(s): Vanitas x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: “Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” (Dialogue Prompt #12)

Notes: Vanitas is such a brat lmao

Also, lowkey inspired by that one scene in Elf with Will Ferrell

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The old shower turns on with a squeal of the bronze knob and a rumble of the pipes, and steam erupts into the air. You quickly strip out of your clothes and step behind the shower curtain into the borderline boiling water. Your skin tingles as it adjusts to the temperature, and you shudder with delight.

After a long day of Noé’s and Vanitas’s shenanigans, a long, hot shower was just what you needed.

Plucking your shampoo, you lather some in the palms of your hands before massaging it into your scalp. The suds run down your neck and onto your back as you turn to face away from the shower head and start scrubbing the soap from your skin and skull.

You begin to hum, the song being one you heard on a violin in a plaza earlier in the day as you moved on to the conditioner. While you let that sit in your hair, you scrub a bar of soap all over your body to clean off the grime and dirt from earlier.

It was then that you heard something.

More humming?

Dangerously off-key, but there nonetheless.

You peek through the shower curtain, and there he is.

Vanitas. Sans his cloak and sits on the bathroom counter, humming as if he wasn’t in the room when you were showering.

You shriek.

This causes Vanitas to jump and slip off the counter, banging his head on the way down. He curls into a ball, holding his head and letting out a pained whine.

“Are you okay—wait, no—what are you doing in here?! When did you even get in here?!” You demand, and he just lets out another pained noise as he sits up, his right hand still massaging the back of his head where a bump is already starting to form.

If he hadn’t just snuck into the bathroom, you would’ve felt bad for him.

But he snuck into the bathroom. So you didn’t feel bad.

At least you didn’t until you got out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and saw his hand come away bloody.

So you quickly dry off and get dressed in clean clothes that had been folded neatly (under Vanitas’s cloak) on the toilet seat. Had he been attempting to join you for a shower?

Creepy. You may have been dating him, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still slightly unnerving.

You help your lover onto the bed in the adjacent bedroom and go back to the bathroom for medical supplies. Then, grabbing some gauze and antiseptic, you return to Vantias’s side, where he declines any help.

“I can do it myself.” He says quickly, and you roll your eyes.

“Let me help. Plus, you owe me, scaring the living daylights out of me like that.” You mutter, and he relents, hissing as you dab a rag with the medicine onto the bump.

It’s silent for a minute before you speak.

“What were you going to do in there?” You ask seriously, and he shrugs,

“Was trying to be chivalrous and was going to wash your hair for you.” He said, and you huff,

“Chivalry is dead, and you’re the one killing it.” You reply dryly, and he lets out a haughty laugh before wincing at the volume and holding his head again.

He recovers quickly and turns to face you with a mischievous smile,

“I am the epitome of chivalrous, and you know it.” He teases, and you raise your eyebrows,

“Name one time.” You say, and he falters for a moment.

“Um… I held the door open for you?”

“That’s common decency, Vanitas.” You retort, and he deflates.

You snip the gauze with a pair of scissors and secure it so the blood doesn’t drip down his neck. Then, you hold an ice pack to his injury and press a kiss on his forehead.

He blushes a bright red but smiles sheepishly as you press another to his nose.

“All better.” You say, and he hums,

“Do you think I could join you for your next shower?” He asks hopefully,

“Absolutely not.” You deadpan, and he just whines.

#vanitas x reader #vanitas x you #vanitas x y/n #vnc x reader #vanitas no carte x reader #the case study of vanitas x reader #vanitas #vnc vanitas #vanitas no carte vanitas #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #fairy writes #fairy writes 900 followers #fairy 900 followers

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dashie-nightingale · 1 month

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Spot the angst

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vampirenigh · 11 months

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Sadness and guilt

Summary: You got injured and hide it from them.

Characters: Vanitas, Noé.

Warnings: curse words.

Masterlist

Vanitas

You went with him to a party that Dominique made. And everything was fine. With Vanitas being himself and Dominique and Noé talking. But somehow somebody became a course bearer. And from there everything started to go even worse by the second.

Vanitas was very worried about you when he couldn't see you anymore but thought that you got out with the rest of the people because you are just a human who can't fight and started to help the vampire with Noé.

But it wasn't like that. You got hurt right when you we're about to leave the room. Vanitas didn't see anything because he was with his back turned to you and you got out pretty fast. You ran to a bathroom and locked the door and saw a really deep cut in your side that was bleeding pretty badly. You took your dress off and started to put stitches and bandages. After that you changed back into the dress and went to find Dominique. When you found her you draged her into a room and asked her for a new dress because this one was destroyed. When Dominique saw your wound she got a bit scared and asked you if you are alright and you responded that you were fine and that you need a new dress and a favor from her. "Please keep this a secret from Vanitas. He doesn't need to know. It's not that big of a deal." "We need to tell him! You can't just hide it! He will find out sooner or later!" "I know but hide it for me. Please... ". After some seconds she sighed and helped you in a new dress that didn't put pressure to tha wound.

When you two got out you saw Vanitas and Noé searching for you. And when he saw you he ran to you to see that you were alright. And because you changed and you were a good actress he believed that you were fine. But Noé thought that something was wrong because he could smell some blood but brushed it off because there was a lot of it around.

On the way to the hotel your would started to bleed a bit because of the movement and it started to get on the new dress. Dominique saw it and got closer to you to warn you and to help you hide it because she wanted to respect your choice. But when you got back to the hotel with the boys in front and you and Dominique in the back the little stain of blood became a big one that was hard to miss. So when Vanitas turned around to look at you and take you back to your room he saw the blood and freaked out. He got you without a word and took you to your and his bedroom to take care of you.

After he put you on the bed he started to see that you were much paler and that your eyes were a bit unfocused. He started to take your dress off and to clean the wound. When he was in the middle of it you collapsed and scared the shit out off him. He abandoned the wound and tried to wake you up. But you didn't. So he got back to the wound and tried to bandage you fast so you wouldn't lose much more blood. And after that he put you to bed.

After some hours you woke up and feel a bit of weight on your arm. It was Vanitas. He was holding your hand while his head was lowered and you couldn't see his face. "Vanitas? What happened?" When he heard your voice his head snapped to you and you saw the concern on his face. Concern that was transforming into rage. "How could you hide something like this from me! You could've died you know that!? How stupid are you? I don't want to lose someone else.. Not you... " at the final of his speech he got quieter and you took his face in your hands and kissed his forehead. "You won't lose me. I'm fine. Aren't I?" "Now. But if I didn't help you in time you would've.... " "But I didn't." "Promise me that you won't hide something like this from me again!" He looked at you with a glare that you couldn't refuse. "Okay. I will tell you. Sorry to worry you." "Good. Now go back to sleep while I go and take something for you to eat. I love you." He give you a kiss on the lips. "Love you too" and then he left.

Noé

You went to buy some things. Noé wanted to go with you but you declined. What would happen on the way to the store?

Terrible mistake. You got ambushed by 2 men. You got to escape but with a big cut on your arm. You went back to the hotel and to Amelia. You were lucky that Noé went out with Vanitas to who knows where. When Amelia saw you she got concerned. And started to put some stitches and bandages. You were lucky again that it didn't bleed that much so you didn't feel dizzy.

After the treatment was done Amelia wanted to go and tell Noé that you got hurt. But you had different plans. "Don't go! He doesn't need to know." "He does! You can't just hide it! I can smell the blood from a mile away and you got a bandage on your arm for fuck sake! You can't hide it from him!" " I will tell him that I burned myself when I made dinner. Now come and help me cook something while he is away. And don't tell him!" You were so convincing that Amelia had to agree.

So this is how you made a big dinner for all of them. And when Noé came back from the trip with Vanitas the first thing that he saw was your arm. Not the food. So he made a bee line to you and draged you to another room leaving a confused Vanitas and a concerned Amelia behind.

When you got in the room you could've see his concerned face. "What happened?" He said that while holding your bandaged arm like it's made of glass. "Nothing much. I just burned myself a bit while making dinner. Don't worry to much. Amelia bandaged it for me." At that Noé's face relaxed a bit and then told you to be more careful. After the dinner in which Noé almost feed you the dinner because he was concerned that your arm will hurt but Vanitas helped you to convince him to not do that.

After the dinner you and Noé went to bed but the next morning when Noé woke up the smell of blood entered his nose and then he saw your arm covered in blood. He then shook you awake and started to clean your wound and put bandages all while he asked questions like What happened? Who hurt you? Why didn't you tell me?. "It isn't such a big deal Noé. You don't need to be concerned. It is just a cut. It isn't hurting that bad anyway." "That doesn't matter! You got hurt! Why didn't you tell me? And lied to me?" "I didn't want to concern you and have you not concentrating an you work with Vanitas. I got ambushed on the street. Before you ask me again. And Amelia helped me." "But next time tell me! Don't hide things like this from me! I don't care about the cases with Vanitas if I can't take care of the person that I care the most for!" At that your eyed widened. "Okey. I will tell you when I get hurt from now on." "And you won't stop me from going with you anywhere." He looked at you with determination. "Fine. You can come." Noé kissed you on the forehead. "I love you a lot" "Me too Noé."

Hey. I don't know if any of you read this but I wanted to ask you to send some requests if you have ideas. I have some left but I don't know for how long will they last. That's all and I hope that you like the post. Bye.

#the case study of vanitas #vnc #vanitas no carte #vanitas x reader #vnc vanitas #vanitas x you #vanitas anime #noé vanitas no carte #noé archiviste #noé x reader

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littleoanh · 1 year

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Being in a relationship with August Ruthven

Characters: August Ruthven x Human!Reader

Warnings: Split between SFW and NSFW, established relationship, mentions of eliminating (not towards reader) and being called 'blood bag' and 'food supply'.

A/N: @mekiza and I collaborated our ideas what it's like being with beautiful Lord Ruthven ♡. Thank you so much for indulging this with me, my love! Divider is made by @benkeibear.

SFW

August Ruthven is quite the perfect gentleman, he will treat you like royalty because you deserve nothing but the best. He enjoys spoiling you with food, clothes, bags, etc. Anything you want, you got it. Though he will tone it down if it gets too overwhelming for you.

You are the only person in the world that does not need to call him ‘Lord Ruthven’. You have special privileges to call him ‘August’. If anyone else calls him ‘August’, he will correct them with a dangerous glint in his eye that it’s ‘Lord Ruthven’ to them.

He enjoys intimacy (not in a sensual way), he likes being so close to you. Holding your hand, placing his hand on your waist, sitting on his lap, or cuddling. He is the big spoon, but he secretly loves it when you cuddle him from behind.

Leaves an imprint (a mark) on your neck to show you are his. If anyone dares sink their fangs on you, he will personally consider this as treason and have them be eliminated.

He is a big and well built man, standing next to you makes him feel powerful and able to protect you from any harm. Also, he finds your height adorable because of how small you are compared to him (sorry if you happen to be taller than him).

August loves listening to your heart beat at night, it brings him comfort and feel at peace. He can’t explain it, but he needs to have his hand on your heart. He may be a powerful and influential vampire, but you are his safe haven.

This man DOES NOT get jealous easily, so good luck on trying to make him jealous. He is confident, put together, and financially stable. In fact, he finds it amusing to see other people trying to win your attention. There is no one better than him, therefore he knows what he is worth.

He is usually a calm man BUT he will get triggered when someone dares call you his ‘blood bag’ or ‘food supply’. His eye color will change and the ground is shaking from his anger (don’t worry you are safe by him).

NSFW

Stating the obvious but it needs to be said … he has a big dick and a wide girth. The first time you see this, your jaw drops or maybe you’re drooling (take your pick). He finds it adorable when you are struggling to take him all in. But he will make sure to prep you, after all you are his precious human. He will not cause you any discomfort.

Has the biggest degradation kink. Grabbing your hair, talking down on you in bed and calling you by degrading names. What comes with his degradation kink is also praise. Calling you a good girl/boy when you follow his orders.

As I said before, August is a big man therefore he has a size kink. No matter what size you are, he can easily carry you without any struggle. He enjoys fucking while standing because of the faces you make when you are taking him so deep.

August is a dom, you cannot make this man be submissive. If you try to, he can easily turn the table around. So there’s no point in trying. He enjoys being in control, taking the lead and showing his dominance.

He loves leaving marks on your thighs, regardless if you’re ticklish he is strong enough to keep you in place. The more you squirm, the more aggressive his bites are. He will train you to get used to his kisses and bites on your thighs, this is his favorite body part.

His fingers are long and thick, he enjoys stuffing them in your holes. He finds it fascinating to see all the faces you make just by his fingers. It’s not even his cock and you are going crazy over them. After he’s done fingering you, he will lick his fingers to watch your expression changing into embarrassment. Again, he finds this adorable.

Cockwarming. Sometimes duty calls where he can’t take time off and needs to handle proposals and paperwork. Having you on his lap, hearing your moans, whimpering or whining and watching you squirming on his big cock will make his work more tolerable.

Not interested in quickies, he prefers taking his time and having an emotional bond with you. He can take his time, pull several earth shattering orgasms out of you, and fill his load up over and over again.

2023 © littleoanh — do not repost or translate my work on this platform or any other platform. likes, reblogs, and kind comments are welcome. must be 18+ to interact.

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lavandulawrites · 3 months

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Hi <3 I am Lavandula and I am 20

English is not my first language and I have dyslexia, so please let me know if there are any spelling errors:)

My AO3: lavandulawrites

I write for

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(Plus more to come)

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Rules

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

My asks are always open<3

I only write female readers.

I write mostly about yandere.

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Do not copy, use for AI or translate my work

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honeydazai · 11 months

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ — ᴊᴇᴀɴ ᴊᴀᴄqᴜᴇꜱ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴛᴇʟ 𝆬 𓏸

content: f!reader, jealousy, biting, blood mentions, nsfw content

notes: this was commissioned by the lovely @shot-tothestars! Thank you so very much again!! 💜

Jean-Jacques who is utterly enamoured with absolutely everything about you, and how could he not be? He can relate relatively well to your shyness, and it's a topic that certainly makes him feel more connected to you, like you two relate in some experiences. Despite being rather shy, you've opened up beautifully to him and so has he to you; really, he's told you more about himself than he has anyone ever before. He's convinced you know his soul in and out, as he does yours.

Jean-Jacques who is in love with how sweet and caring you are, with your gentle smile and with how you manage to get along with literally everyone. He's convinced it's some magical skill of yours, given how he's never before seen anyone be quite as good at it as you.

Jean-Jacques who eventually realises that, unfortunately, this is exactly where the problem lies — the fact that you get along well with literally everyone is as much of a blessing as it is a curse, given how, this way, you're not purely his at all times.

Jean-Jacques who, even though he tries not to come across as possessive, given how he doesn't want to risk scaring you off, intends to show you that he's the only man able to make you happy at all times and in every way possible. He's planning to take you out on a date to see you smile, to cook for you so you get to compliment his skills, your attention entirely on him once again.

Jean-Jacques who honestly doesn't think it's his fault for getting jealous. It's merely natural to protect one's territory, is it not? He can't help the sudden urge to mark you up, to suck hickeys into your skin, high up on your neck where no high collar could hope to hide them, his claim on you displayed for everyone to see, to acknowledge.

Jean-Jacques who, honestly, cannot do anything but moan softly against your skin when his fangs sink into the soft skin of your inner thigh, your whole body flinching a little at the sudden pain, though he's always rather careful when feeding from you, especially from sensitive places such as this or your forearm.

Jean-Jacques who, with a smile on his lips, gladly pushes two of his slim fingers into you, making you arch your back, your lips dropping open in a moan, while he feeds on you, providing a pleasant distraction to the mild pain when he stretches you open, preparing you for what's yet to come,

and Jean-Jacques who, when he finally sinks into you, his narrow hips flush against you, moans into a kiss, the taste of iron, of your blood, on his lips when you squeeze tightly around him, your wet walls all but sucking him in, welcoming him home, and he's certain no one else could make you feel quite this good when you mewl as his thumb feathers over your throbbing clit.

“You taste delicious, darling. Your blood and your sweet little noises make me never want to stop again. Ah, but I don't have to, do I? You're mine, after all.”

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