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fallingdownhell · 11 months

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Hello again. I saw your reply and it's totally alright. I was thinking about the reactions of Vanitas and Noé when they see reader hurt. But the thing is that she is so good at hiding the fact that she is hurt that the boys don't notice till you collapse because of the loss of blood or they see the wound when she changes. I want to know how the boys will react if the reader almost dies. I want lots of comfort and to see how the boys take care of the reader. Would they freak out or will they be more calm? Would they go after the person who hurt them? P.S.- You don't need to make it a scenario if you don't like it and please make the reader female. (I am obsessed with Vanitas no Carte. I think you saw that already. But can you do this ask with Diluc, Xiao and Tighnari?) And thank you again for accepting my request. Again sorry for the long ask but I always like to explain more. Take your time and again I love your writing.

You're fine, you don't have to apologize:) I like it when people write out what they want, it gives me more to work with and less chance to screw up.

Also, it's not that I don't like either scenarios or headcanons. Just, sometimes, one is easier for me to write than the other. That's all there is to it. So no worries about requesting something specific, it's all good!

Characters Included: Vanitas; Noé

Content: female reader; blood loss; injuries; cursing; hurt/comfort

Word count: 1,2k words

Enjoy reading!

Vanitas

He took his eyes off of you for just one second... and you just had to go out and get injured!

It was a messy fight. You had insisted on accompanying him and he only agreed because he thought it wouldn't be dangerous

well, apparently he thought wrong!

at some point, you got separated from him, and even though he knew that you were able to protect yourself, he couldn't help but worry about you!

you were different from him! Your body was fragile, he would never forgive himself if you got injured because he wasn't there to protect you

once he got to you, fighting his way through the masses of enemies, he saw you clutching your left side

he immediately paniced, running towards you, calling your name

however, when he arrived at your side, you simply smiled at him, reassuring him that you were fine

at first, he obviously didn't believe you, but when you got up from the ground with minimal effort, still smiling at him and standing proudly, well... what else could he do but believe your words

that being said, he still kept an eye on you the entire way back to the city, yet you never once gave the impression of being hurt

the more you guys walked and you continued to seem fine, the more relaxed he got. His heart began to slow down again and the anxiety slowly quelling down as well

but that was only until you suddenly collapse at his side

he barely manages to catch you so your head doesn't collide with the ground to hard. His breathing quickens again as panic settles back deep inside his bones

your unconscious, and seeing as you were otherwise fine, he decided to inspect your left side, the one you were clutching earlier

upon touching your shirt, he realised that it was entirely wet, drenched in your blood that now also dripped down his hands

he gulped before pushing the fabric up, revealing a big, open wound to him. You bled out of there this entire time, and only now when he looked back at your face did he realize how pale you've gotten

"You idiot!", he cursed as he picked you up and ran to the nearest city, seeing as he had no further material with him to treat such a big wound

the adrenalin was giving him the boost that he needed to get there as quickly as possible, the only thought in his head the entire time being "Please don't die on me.. please not again.."

a few days later, you woke up again, feeling disoriented. How did you get here? Where was 'here' in the first place?

You tried sitting up, feeling how dry your throat was, but a snip of two fingers against your forehead made you fall back onto the bed again

"Stay down, idiot!", Vanitas voice rang from beside you. He looked at you, relieved that you finally woke up again. You followed his request, yet asked him for a glass of water, which he agreed to get for you

you later found out that, while you were unconscious, Vanitas had stayed by your side this entire time until you've woken up again. He never went away longer than five minutes, not able to take the seperation from you for to long. He just had to make sure that you would make it... that you would survive.

after you were all healed again, he would scold you so much for being this reckless. Didn't you realize you could have died?

Makes you promise to never hide something like that from him ever again, or he would "Make you regret your choice", whatever that meant..

Oh, and for the person who did that to you? Don't you worry... he died on the spot...

Noé

Hiding something like that from Noé... you'd have to be a pretty fucking good actor to get away with that

not only because he's an attentive boyfriend and notices even slight chances in your behaviour due to mood or other things

but also because he's a vampire and can smell blood without issue. nothing can get by his nose!

with that being said.. under the "right" circumstances.. it's even possible for someone like him to miss injuries entirely. It doesn't usually happen, but it can

And today, it seemed, was one of those days

Your boyfriend has had a pretty hectic week. Vanitas had been dragging him around all over the place, and he was exhausted. Not just a bit tired, but thoroughly worn out. To the point that his attention span was now reduced to literal seconds

When he got home that day, he was done with the world. He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, snuggled up to you

He threw all his stuff carelessly somewhere around, telling himself that he would deal with it in the morning. On his way to the bedroom he came past the bathroom where you were currently in

He greeted you as he walked by. Had it been any other day, he would have noticed the way you jumped around at his sudden words. Or the way your eyes held a tiny bit of panic

But as things were, he didn't catch on to that. Instead, he asked if you would join him in bed, then immediately turned around and kept walking

Seconds later, he collapsed on the bed, instantly falling alseep. He awoke briefly when you joined him, climbing into his arms to snuggle up to him, however he had no idea how much time has gone by since then. And truthfully, he didn't care right now

He remembers his arm tightening around you a bit before falling back asleep. It was a quiet, good nights rest

The next morning, when he woke up next to you, he had this... unpleasant feeling that something wasn't quite right. But since he couldn't place the feeling, he decided to ignore it for now, instead choosing to stay in bed with you a few more minutes

However, when he moved his arms a bit around you, his arm felt weird.. like something had.. dried on top of it

He looked down and almost freaked out when he saw some dried and some fresh blood on his arm

He knew he himself wasn't injured, since he didn't feel any pain. But that would leave only one other option...

He looked down at you, your shirt slightly moved up your body from you moving around in your sleep, revealing to him the bandages wrapped around your entire abdomen, blood seeping out through them

He paniced, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you

You woke from that and he immediately bombarded you with thousands of questions

You tried reassuring him, telling him that since you had some knowledge on medicine, you didn't want to go to a hospital, wanting to treat it yourself

That however, will not fly with him. He picked you up then and there and brought you to the nearest ER, where you were properly taken care of

Thankfully, you didn't need to stay in there, being discharged again with just a couple of stitches, but you sure as hell gave Noé the biggest scare of his lifetime

Will scold you a bit, but will stop of you pout at him enough, telling him that you learned your lesson

Will also make you promise to never hide something like that again. Please, his poor heart wouldn't be able to take that...

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aritsukemo · 7 months

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How they sleep | Various Characters

Characters: Astolfo, Noé, Muichiro, Zenitsu, Nagi, and Kunigami

A/N: This counts as a headcanon, right? It should.. If not, please let me know! 😅

Astolfo sleeps holding onto you like his life depends on it. His head rested on your chest while his arms are wrapped so tightly around you that you fear he may break a bone. It's a suffocating, selfish embrace that purely benefits him and his needs and he won't let up no matter how much you complain.

Noé sleeps like me a wild little kid. You may fall asleep with him in your arms or vice versa but it's only a matter a time before he wakes you up by accidentally kicking you in the face or causing a ruckus by tumbling off the bed.

Muichiro sleeps curled up to your body. His arms are draped around your waist, his head is rested on your chest or shoulder, and his legs are tangled with yours. More times than not, you get woken up by his hair tickling your face.

Zenitsu sleeps clinging to you as if you're his life source or something. His legs and arms trap you and prevent you from escaping and his grip is surprisingly difficult to break out of. He's also a heavy sleeper which makes it hard to wake him up. Good luck trying to go to the bathroom..

Nagi sleeps like the dead. Legs stiffly together and his arms crossed against his chest. Sometimes he'll snake an arm around your waist but most times you're just cuddled up to his side.

Kunigami sleeps embracing you in a protective manner. An arm is limply over the back of your neck while the other is resting on your back or hip. When he's awake, he tends to rub little circles into your back until you both eventually lull off to sleep.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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honeydazai · 2 years

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୨୧·࣭࣪̇˖ 𝆬 ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴏɴ 𝆬 𓏸

feat.: Vanitas, Noé, Dante, Johann, Marquis Machina, Lord Ruthven, Roland, Olivier

content: nsfw, breeding kink | mentions of pregnancy, some very mild spanking, breath play | reblogs appreciated!

VANITAS' favourite way to fuck you is from behind. Really, there's nothing more enticing to him than the sight of your back arching prettily and your body trembling as you adjust to his size, tiny mewls and moans falling from your lips. He huffs out a laugh when you try and hide your flushed face in the pillows, only for him to grab strands of your hair and pull your head back up, a smirk curling his lips upwards.

It's also the perfect position for the flat of his hand to occasionally come down hard on your ass, his chuckle playful as you let out a shriek at the sudden hit. Another reason he likes it this way, however, is that you're unable to see the way his own face turns red, a blush high on his cheeks, and, God, he's forced to press his lips together tightly to stifle a whimper that rivals your own with how needy it is.

“You like that, hm? My, it certainly seems like you're enjoying yourself with the way you're clenching around my dick. Ah, fuck—”

NOÉ likes to take you in missionary position; you've got your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck as you pull him down for yet another kiss and, really, it's the closest you could possibly be to each other as he thrusts into you, his hips slapping against your own each time he pushes back in.

The most important part for him, however, is that, in this position, you're constantly facing him, and there's not one expression of yours that he's able to miss. Whether it's your jaw that goes slack with pleasure or your eyes that squeeze shut, your pretty lips that fall open with yet another moan, he's able to watch it all, and the sight is definitely tucked into the back of his mind for lonely nights.

“You feel so good, love, God—, so perfect for me, aren't you? Ah, I'm close already. That's your fault for feeling this amazing, you know? Hah, I'm merely joking, of course. Come on, let's come together, yes, dear?”

You're not sure anymore when this habit developed, but by now it's almost routine for DANTE to spoon you whenever he lies down, his arms around you and the tip of his nose brushing against your neck while his dick slips between your thighs and into your dripping cunt. The way you clench around him almost instantly, wet walls pulsing, is nothing short of heavenly, and he groans in pleasure, his voice raspy and breath warm against your skin.

With the way he keeps rutting into you, short quick thrusts, it's quite lazy sex, but neither of you mind, especially not when you try and meet his movements with steady rolls of your hips, your lips hanging open with each moan you let out. The moment you tell him how well he's doing, how good he feels when he stretches you out like this, Dante's dick all but twitches inside of you, and it only takes some sweet talk and praise for him to come inside of you. Usually, he doesn't pull out immediately; you both quite enjoy relishing in the afterglow of your orgasms, after all.

“Fuck, darl, you always feel so damn good around me. Fucking perfect. Ah, I missed you, ya know? Oh, do that again—, ah, yes, please, darl, God.”

JOHANN can't help that he likes seeing you on your knees, because, really, how could he not? You're looking up at him with wide eyes, tears dripping down your flushed cheeks and your pretty lips closed around his dick, and if that's not a sight for sore eyes.

You're all but choking on his cock, lewd gagging noises distinct in the room, and Johann's smile is just a bit too mischievous as he coos mocking praises at you, his tone faux sympathetic, his hand resting on the back of your head, lithe fingers carding through your hair. Whenever he's feeling particularly mean, he pushes you down on his dick or pinches your nose between two fingers, all but revelling in the panicked look you gaze up at him with before he lets go again.

“Oh? My, you're looking quite angry, love. Did I do something to upset you? I certainly hope not. Well, let's discuss this later. Focus on getting me off for now, yes, darling? I've got faith in your abilities to make me come. Perhaps, if you're good for me, I'll even return the favour.”

While FRANCIS enjoys almost every possible position with you, he's especially fond of ordering you to kneel in front of him, your arms obediently kept behind your back as his gaze, piercing despite being hidden behind his shimmery veil, greedily roams over your bare body. You're certain that his smirk when he fucks your tits mere moments later is terribly smug, but it's not like you can call him out for it; not when you're but a sputtering mess, humiliation causing your face to grow hot at such a lewd activity.

The size of your chest really doesn't matter to him; as long as he gets to see you blush and whimper all prettily while his precum drips down onto the swell of your tits, he's content. Francis never stops talking, and this is no exception; he's running his mouth constantly, both degrading and praising you with backhanded compliments, especially when he notices the way you're squeezing your thighs together in need.

“Oh, darling, why don't you squeeze those pretty tits of yours together for me, hm? Maybe stick your tongue out too while you're at it—, ah, there we go. Good girl, look at you! Truly, you're made for this!”

LORD RUTHVEN loves having you ride him, all pretty perched up on his lap. Just because you're on top doesn't mean you're in control; really, it's quite the opposite. His sheer height, as well as his ridiculous vampire strength, make it so so easy for him to lift you up and drop you back down on his dick, all but using you like a toy as his grip on your plush hip tightens.

Besides, the view he gets of your bouncing tits and of your face, slack with pleasure, is nothing but enticing. You're clenching around his dick, your thighs shaking, and a smirk curls Lord Ruthven's mouth upwards at the way you all but keen when he meets you halfway, his hips bucking up. He's a terrible tease, and mocking words, hidden as praise, constantly fall from his lips.

“You're doing so well, darling. My, you're clenching so tightly around me too. Do you like having me inside of you this much, I wonder? What did you say? No? Perhaps I should simply stop then.”

ROLAND'S favourite position to fuck you in is the mating press. Really, what better position to breed you in? He's on top of you, his large hands squeezing your thighs as he bends you in half, your knees almost brushing against your shoulders, and you're a moaning mess, with your whole body trembling and needy noises tearing themselves from your throat.

While he's pounding into you, Roland rasps out promises of how well he's going to breed you and fill you up, that he won't stop until you're all but dripping with his cum, and he relishes in the way you shiver and mewl at his words. After coming inside of you, he doesn't bother to pull out. Why should he? After all, his cock serves as a makeshift plug for now, and that only means it's more likely his seed takes.

“Ah, God, don't you worry, dear, I'll make sure to knock you up properly by the time we're done. Maybe I'll have to take you a second or third round, though, hah, you'd probably even like that, wouldn't you?”

While OLIVIER often prefers to take his time with you, he can't help but admit that there are numerous advantages to quickies, such as how prettily you whine whenever he takes you against a wall. Whether you've got your legs tightly closed around his waist or your face pressed against it, your back flush with his broad chest; the way you clench around his dick is unmatched.

He's strong enough to easily hold you up if your knees get weak all of a sudden, which happens more often than you'd like, though it's no surprise with the way Olivier all but pounds into you, his narrow hips slapping against yours rhythmically. And, well, while he's not an exhibitionist, you occasionally rile him up enough for him to fuck you in semi-public, like in a hidden alleyway or a public restroom, and whenever that's the case, he's quick to slap his hand over your mouth to avoid gaining unwanted attention.

“Fuck, ah—, quiet now. You wouldn't want anyone to walk in on us like this, now would you, darling? Hah, thought so. Come on, I bet you'll manage to keep your pretty mouth shut for a bit.”

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yuujis-sunshine · 1 year

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Gonna request headcannons for

Chuuya, dazai, vanitas and jeanne with a fem S/o who is like death from puss in boots, like their s/o is really fast and is rlly deadly, she uses the whistle to scare others away but she has a rlly soft spot for their s/o (dazai and vanitas..maybe not sm but s/o loves them anyway even if they're annoying ♡)

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚.

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚: @anonymous

𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒/𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄:

Dazai loves to tease her, and make her embarrassed.

Arguments between the two, which is even worse than Chuya and Dazai arguing. (The end of their arguments, she would sometimes punch him to the wall or kick his balls or stomach, but she prefers using her whistle more)

[Name] secretly has a crush on him but at the same time she hates him, and the only ones that know is Atsushi [obviously], Ranpo, Kunikida, Tanizaki, and Kyoka.

"Why out of all people you could've chose, you chose Dazai?" Atsushi asked as Kunikida was also with the two.

"I-I don't know... Just shut up and give me some advice already!" She replied with tinted cheeks.

Sooner or later, [Name] and Dazai would still bicker and go back and forth.

But, as they were both on a mission together, Dazai was sent flying back which made [Name] extremely worried and use her whistle to get them away from the sick suicidal freak

Dazai on the other hand was extremely shocked from her protecting him. Especially since she was so deadly and mean to him all the time...

𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄:

Just like Dazai, he loves to tease [Name] for fun to get a reaction out of her

Everytime he flirts with her, she would uppercut him in his face

[Name] really hates protecting Vanitas, but was ordered to since the two were assigned partners

She uses her whistle to scare off all the enemies who would come after Vanitas

This guy would literally love to give you lots of gifts

HE LOVES TO PRANK HER A LOT

He's totally afraid of her (SHE'S WORSE THAN JEANNE)

Even though [Name] hated Vanitas, she still had a place for him in her heart

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇! [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄:

Chuuya hated [Name] at first, but after knowing her true colors, he took an extreme liking to her

Everyone notices that he has fallen in love with his assigned partner

During any fight, Chuuya would usually let his S/O handle it just by one thing; her whistle or her fast and deadly skills, including her ability

[Name] has admired Chuuya since he wasn't that annoying nor that much of a bad partner (Unlike Dazai...)

"Not bad..." Chuuya once said with a smirk.

"Same to you, Dear Chuuya." She replies back with a straight face

Both of them would save one another

Would drink wine together as they talk the whole day or night away. The two loves to get drunk and acts exactly the same

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄] 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄:

FAST FRIENDS

Jeanne really admires [Name] for her powers and braveness

The two loves to laugh and smile together

GIRLS NIGHT!

She always blush at her for everything she did, wishing to be exactly like her one day

Jeanne would call on [Name] if she needs her assistance during a fight

[Name] doesn't mind if Jeanne uses her whistle

When she first saw [Name] smile, it made her heart bloom and grow romantical feelings she never felt before

𝑰'𝒎 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒐𝒓 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆 𝑶𝑶𝑪, 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

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thewritetofreespeech · 5 months

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Hello! May I request Vanitas with an s/o who can use umbrakinesis?

Despite his work with vampires, creatures of darkness, and the night in general, Vanitas is actually not a fan of the dark.

Being in the dark of a large portion of his life with the Chasseur and Dr Moreau’s experiments, the dark has left a bad taste in his mouth.

He appreciates it’s an impressive skill, to be able to control shadows & the dark, but being enveloped in darkness makes him uneasy.

His s/o will instead use their technique to keep the dark at bay. Keeping the shadows, the dark, the fear away.

Vanitas figures out they are doing it, after a few months of street alleys suddenly becoming lighter & streets suddenly not being to dark at night, but doesn’t say anything about it.

He appreciates it immensely, but doesn’t want to draw attention to their ‘gift’ nor acknowledge that he really needs it to not be afraid of the dark.

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munv · 1 year

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𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗔

A lil sum to keep you all on edge before I post part 2 of you know what 🗣❗️❗️

Diasomnia x !vanitas reader

LILIA finds you interesting and that’s on period. Curing all vampires you say? What devotion! And he can tell without hesitation you would use him for your own benefit if it meant achieving that. Naturally the minute you were assigned to the dorm he had grown quite fond of you and your nature. Yet, he still couldn’t decipher what type of person you were. Seeming a bit..twisted, in a way.

Him being a being who has lived for many years on end could at least tell that lonely look in your eyes was filled with hatred. You don’t quite see him as annoying but him teasing you has been getting on your nerve quite a lot. Lilia has been doing this without stop in hopes that your false facade would eventually crack. He want’s to see the real you and you my dear, are terribly mistaken if you think he’ll stop just at teasing you.

SEBEK in a sense suprsingly acknowledges your strength. He just refuses to say it outloud and continues to curse you out for being a human. Which you find a completely nuisance. “HUMAN! HOW COULD YOU SAY SUCH VILE WORDS IN FRONT OF-” “would you shut up?” “...”

Yeah no, getting along with him is a bother. Although you are strong you aren’t STRONGEST and could be possibly weaker than sebek himself. So since you are his precious waka-sama’s friend he shall take it upon himself to protect you when others can’t!

SILVER knows only one thing. Is that you know his father and everyone else in diasomnia but yet he would barely make a effort to get to know you. However he was the polar opposite after finding out more about you. Especially that power of yours, so he ALSO decides to train with you in hopes of getting stronger, after even training he still spends time with you because you both alike love the comforting silence you bring one another after some time.

Silver probably silently watches you do something and then falls asleep with a content smile on his face. Sometimes you even bring it upon yourself to fall victim to sleep beside him.

MALLEUS literally saw your powers ONCE and started his “investigation” yes it was stalking you but gladly he had no ill intent! You caught him one day in the bushes with two green curious eyes looking right back at you, and that my friend is how your friendship started! He often loves to cast spells with fireflies around since it looks simply magnificent. And if you’re really uo for it, you use the book of vanitas and show him the true beauty of it.

You both can relate at some extent to the point of being lonely but you finally realized you have each other. Though he’s sad that you might not even live as long he knows that you will always be his lil shy friend who refuses to acknowledge has a crush on him if it starts to get romantic.

Do not worry though! Since he has taken more than “quite a liking” to you as well!

(you both tend to take walks in the garden together when you think nobody is watching it’s literally obvious)

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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.

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taintedbenevolence · 9 months

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Yandere!Vanitas - General Headcanons + Scenario

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Yandere!Vanitas x Fem!Reader Theme: You've captured Vanitas's undivided attention, and at first, it's nothing more than a lighthearted, romanticized bond. Over time, though, you start to realize that his interest in you has far more serious connotations than you initially thought.

TW (Trigger Warnings): Unhealthy, obsessive/possessive behavior, manipulation, stalking, kidnapping, drugging, mentions of murder.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were traveling to Paris alongside Noé in the same airship. The two of you were well acquainted with the time given to chat aboard.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were also present when Amelia "confirmed" herself as a vampire. When she tried to latch onto you, Vanitas emerged from the window, pinning you to the ground instead of Amelia.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After a few seconds of staring, he shook his head, turning around. He then let you go, chasing after the curse-bearer as you ran away.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After disembarking the airship, you'd long since forgotten the raven-haired doctor, and you had by now settled in the Hôtel Chouchou, staying in a comfortable, spacious room.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Every week, a newspaper would be left on the doormat of your door to pick up. And usually, it was simply about vampires rampaging through the city. It might've been offputting, but you shrugged it off, hoping the "Chasseurs" would deal with it.

𓆩⟡𓆪 However, this time around, it was about a blue glow seen in a building not far from the hotel you resided in. Reports said traces of vampires remained there and a certain grimoire had been spotted.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You turned around the page, and you saw a white piece of paper, that contained a signature. Dante, it read. Apparently, this "Dante" had left you this piece.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Upon exiting the hotel, a redhead called you, and he introduced himself as Dante, the one who left you the piece of paper that morning.

𓆩⟡𓆪 The two of you talked for a while, and he left eventually, leaving you with the message that you should be careful and that he suggested you go to the hotel early before sundown given the recent vampire surges.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You decided to accept his advice, and things went rather normal for about a week or two, the vampire attacks diminishing slightly over the course of said time.

𓆩⟡𓆪 One night, however, you had exited late from a meeting in a particular estate. Due to business affairs, you'd come to deal with a couple of matters elsewhere, and you had to stay far from the hotel you'd go to early before it was dark.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You were walking through the streets when a velvet fog started to surround you, a deep, low growl filling the ambiance. Holding your bag close to your chest, you trudged forward carefully, letting out a scream when a dark, fanged creature lunged towards you.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Now, this had marked the second time a vampire had attempted to bite you—a curse bearer no less. You were sure that you were not escaping this time, and you'd most likely die. You closed your eyes, heart racing, a part of you hoping you'd live.

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Your footsteps were light and quick, beads of sweat running down your face. It was unusually quiet, more so than it normally was, and it was growing to be unsettling by the minute with the fog that crept upon the floor tiles that you walked on.

Lamposts' lights flickered on occasion, adding to the eerieness of your current position. Nevertheless, your face remained calm and poised, your breaths quiet and paced. The only unnerving sounds in the ambiance were occasional, deep growls that came from an unknown source.

It sounded almost like said growls belonged to an animal, but, you highly doubted such growls would be heard in a city district of all places. Still, you could only walk forth, looking back a few times to make sure nothing was following you.

It was when you bumped into a ruffled, soft figure that you looked up, meeting the burning gaze of what you could only identify as a vampire. A curse-bearer. It horrified you. A nervous laugh left your lips, your eyes rather.. wide, as you stepped back slowly, a chill running down your spine.

You gulped, making a run for it, your arm being tightly grasped as you writhed, your effort being in vain as you felt the teeth of the vampire begin to graze your skin. You closed your eyes, tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes.

But the pain doesn't come. Not the physical one, anyways.

You feel a sudden push, and an all-consuming blue light surrounds the area as the vampire hisses, most likely not content now that its prey has escaped. You manage to see a tall man dressed in black, and—

Wait.

Something is.. oddly familiar about this individual. Taking a closer look, you remember back when you were on the airship, and this same individual had broken in through the observation gallery.

"Remember me, darling?"

Not long after, the vampire seems to have been cured and it's passed out. The man turns over to you, a smirk on his face as he kneels down to your fallen figure. "I suppose it's time for proper introductions, no?"

You're bewildered by this man's actions. He has his gloved hand extended, and you reluctantly take it as you stare. "You.. you were the one who broke in through the gallery in the airship!" you exclaim, and the man covers your mouth with his gloved hand.

"It's a bit late, mademoiselle, I'd recommend you lower your voice," he says, his index finger over his lips as a signal to tell you to be quiet. "And please, don't mention that. Standing behind prison bars once is enough of an unpleasant experience."

You furrow your brows as you fix up your pea coat that's been adjusted, and you let out a sigh. "So, who exactly are you?" you ask with an accusatory tone. The man flashes a bright smile as he chuckles. "My name is Vanitas—I'm a doctor specializing in vampires."

A doctor specializing in vampires..?

"...Alright then," you respond, shaking the doctor's hand. "What about you? You seem like a modest woman," Vanitas asks, smiling gently at you. "Y/N. Y/N L/N," you answer. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"If I may ask, what's a fine lady like yourself doing out at these hours?" the doctor asks, walking with you aimlessly around the city. "To put it simply, I had business affairs, leading me a bit further than I usually go. I left late," you answered.

"I see," Vanitas hums. "Do you fancy a cup of coffee, then?" he says, smiling. You nod, smiling. "How about we keep talking for a while and I then walk you back to your hotel?" the doctor invites. "Sure," you accept, complying with the raven-haired male.

The two of you form mundane chatter along the way to a nearby café shop, where you're able to (luckily) find yourselves a seat together. "Late-night couple walks?" the waiter asks, and you shake your head rapidly, a red hue tainting your face. "No, we've only just met."

Vanitas laughs, as he pokes your shoulder. "That's what they all say, don't they?" he muses, delighted as you face-palm in embarrassment. "What can I get for you two, then?" the waiter interrupts, smiling.

"Just a cup of coffee," you say, a smile curving your lips. "Make that two," Vanitas adds, the waiter nodding as he walks away with the small notepad in hand. You sigh, stretching as you feel the evening breeze pass by.

"Are you liking Paris, Y/N?" the doctor asks, as you snap your head in his direction, facing him. "It's lovely, I'd say," you answer. "I've never been here, but, smooth sailing so far." The doctor nods, and he turns in the direction of the streets, his eyes focused on the sky.

Soon enough, the waiter returns with both of your cups of coffee, and you murmur thanks, the waiter leaving the two of you in peace. "You like the stars?" you ask, taking a sip from your coffee. Vanitas shakes his head, smiling.

"It's not the stars I'm looking at," he muses, sighing lightly. "The moon.. that's what stands out to me." You stare as if lost in a daze. "The moon...?" you murmur. "That brings to question, Y/N," Vanitas begins.

"Have you ever heard the tale of the Vampire of the Blue Moon?"

You slowly tilt your head. "Doesn't.. ring a bell," you answer. "I'll do you a favor and retell you the story then," the doctor says. "Retell?" you interrupt. "That vampire—Noé Archiviste—was on the same airship you boarded, was he not?" Vanitas says.

He was a vampire?...

"He was searching for my grimoire, and he even took the time to tell the story about my past's origins in a dramatic way," he states. "I'd applaud him for the effort—it made my entrance far more enigmatically ornamented."

"How come I've never heard about it, though?" you asked. "Don't ask me, you had your head in the clouds. Maybe you saw something you liked," Vanitas stated, smirking. "Like me."

"I don't love you, we've only just met a few moments prior," you said, shifting uncomfortably. "I barely even know you." Vanitas then chuckled, taking a sip from his coffee, facing you. His blue eyes shone bright, and his expression took a malevolent contortion. He laughed, a dark smirk adorning his expression.

"You may not know me, but darling, I know you far too well."

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𓆩⟡𓆪 A part of you hopes he's joking when he says that, but you know it's not likely. You try to brush it off as him being a flirt or such as you continue talking throughout the night until you both finish your coffee.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As agreed upon, Vanitas guides you to your hotel, happy to tell you that he also has a room within the Hôtel Chouchou. You then bid him good night, and head to sleep after a long shower.

𓆩⟡𓆪 But he doesn't go to sleep. He's.. entranced. This isn't like Jeanne, he thinks. He believes fully this time without any sort of lie or deception that you are the one for him.

𓆩⟡𓆪 And so he opens his window, climbing out, and silently treading upon the roof until he finds your room from the outside. His blue eyes scan your sleeping form entirely as he descends slowly and carefully.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He opens your window, making no noise, seeing your chest rise up and down rhythmically as you breathe silently, your eyes shut tight. He looks at you and god does he think he's finally seen an angel.

𓆩⟡𓆪 However, he knows that something about the way he feels.. isn't exactly right. It doesn't seem healthy but to him? He really couldn't care less right now. He's got a newly found plaything to toy with, he's not letting you go.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Now, Vanitas isn't one to fall in love with just about anyone—and this would also apply to your case, because he knows that truthfully, he's not in love, he's obsessed and he loves it despite being painfully aware of how unhealthy this could be for both you and him.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Yet he's willing to throw everything away for a mere desire that festered in his heart. He feels like a heart-struck lunatic, but he revels in that fact. At least, the dark crevices of his mind and heart does.

𓆩⟡𓆪 The next day, you find him delivering you some breakfast though he's merely been watching you sleep since last night. You find it a bit strange, but he says he's just doing both you and the others a favor.

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"Vanitas...?" you murmur, yawning. "What are you doing in my room?" The vampire doctor smiles at you as he hands you a plate with food. "I'm doing you a favor." You blink twice, before slowly turning down to look at the food on your plate.

Vanitas hands you silverware, smiling at you. "Eat up," he says, nudging your shoulder. You look at the omelet served on your plate, and you hear a small rumble from your stomach. "That's your cue," Vanitas chuckles, as he reaches for his coat he'd left overnight to not be overly clothed whilst he observed you.

It was a better (and fresher) option to take off his coat throughout his.. "visit." He fiddled with his gloved fingers, happy to see you'd chowed down what he'd prepared. "I take it you liked it, huh?" the doctor said, walking over to you. "It tastes great," you said. "Thank you for doing this."

Vanitas only chuckled, taking your plate. "Don't mention it," he said, leaving it in a nearby sink. "Do you want to go outside for a walk?" You tilt your head, a smile forming on your lips. "Are you asking me out?" you laugh. "Do you accept my invitation is the question," Vanitas responds. "But it can be a date if that's what you want."

You shake your head, laughing. "I was merely joking," you reply. "But that's alright with me, I'll be out in a minute." The doctor nods slowly, before leaving you to your own devices. You then change, going outside and meeting up with Vanitas.

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𓆩⟡𓆪 And it turns out to be like this every day; you wake up, Vanitas treats you to breakfast, casually asks you out, and the two of you spend time together.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After a week of doing this, it's practically become routine, yet you know you have to say goodbye to this. You took a trip to Paris. You aren't staying, you have to return to where you came from.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You made good friends with Vanitas, but you think it's about time you bid him goodbye. You see Noé's been wandering around with Vanitas, so you also take the opportunity to talk to him shortly before leaving.

𓆩⟡𓆪 You then finally present the matter to the vampire doctor.

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"Vanitas," you start, gaining the attention from the raven-haired doctor. "Yes?" he replies, tilting his head whilst the two of you walk through a district. "There's something I want to tell you," you say with your usual tone.

A strange filling instills inside of Vanitas, as if something's not exactly right about this notice. "Well then," he begins absentmindedly. "Out with it." You purse your lips, before relaxing, letting out a sigh.

"I'm leaving Paris, and well, France as a whole," you stated, Vanitas's breath hitching. "May I know why so suddenly?" he asks, attempting to put over a lax, calm facade. "I didn't wish to dampen our previous outings, so, I thought I'd mention it before I leave," you answer, scratching the back of your neck.

Vanitas sighed. "Well then," he begins. "You should make the most of your day. When do you depart?" You chuckle lightly before answering his question. "I leave at the strike of midnight." The doctor nods before stretching out his arms, yawning slightly.

"Then may I have one last date with you?" he asks, his eyes half-lidded but still somewhat content. You laugh bitterly, a wry smile etched on your face. "If that's what you want," you say. "I'll happily comply."

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Vanitas is not happy you're leaving. You can't do this. Not to him. Not when you've progressed this far. He refuses to accept such a reality.

𓆩⟡𓆪 After all, he's been following, observing, and protecting you every day after the airship, making sure not a single person or vampire lays a hand on your perfect, frail body. It can't all be for naught.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He has to figure out a way to make you stay, either by persuasion, dissuasion, or coercion. He will find a way, but, he doesn't have a lot of time, and he also has to entertain you simultaneously to keep your head busy.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He has to think, and fast. Time is ticking, and it will run out soon. However, he also realizes: isn't it just easier to invite you over and lock you in his dormitory? Though he recognizes you're at least smart enough to not fall into that one.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He's been busy thinking whilst you walk through Paris with him, seeing the remaining sights on this last day. He really hopes you don't ask him what's on his mind; he wouldn't want to lie to his beloved, even if it's not beneath him to.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Thankfully, though, the day manages to pass by without any questions, and the two of you return to the Hôtel Chouchou. You decide to start packing your bags, and Vanitas nods, leaving you to your own devices.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Not long after you've finished packing your bags, lights begin to flicker. Seconds later, a power outage occurs, and you try to find your way out, a strange feeling creeping up in you as you hear unmatched footsteps.

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Thud

The noise of someone falling down onto your floor suddenly causes you to turn around, dread filling you as you try to look around, seeing nothing but darkness. Specks of blue are scattered around, and you're lost, looking around.

" Y/N ... ? "

And it's the sound of your name being called in such a familiar tone that has you slightly unnerved yet calm. It sounds so similar to one you've heard before, but it's a voice of one you can't quite place.

Yet it's not enough time for you to think before wires and ropes bind you, a scream emitting from you as a soft cloth is pressed onto your mouth. You feel yourself start to slip as you cough, your consciousness slowly draining.

You stumble, your assailant holding you, preventing you from falling as the lights flicker back on. You can now see the black glove that you know so well holding you together, but before you get to say anything, the doctor silences you.

"It's alright," he murmurs into your ear, the sound of your heartbeat pulsing fast echoing through your head. "You're safe now." And you pray to god that you are because you want to run free.

You can only muster out the doctor's name, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you choke on your sobs. He hears you beg, plead, even if muffled, but you stop midway, as you hear yourself drop.

"I'm sorry, my love," the doctor whispers, as he wipes away the tears that roll down your puffed cheeks. He buries his face in your neck, his eyes glowing a bright blue that make the only light in your dim room.

"But this.. is for the best," he finishes, carrying your unconscious, but alive body out the window, the glow of the blue, full moon shining down on the two of you. He smiles at you, seeing your calm, peaceful expression. He sighs bitterly, but his smile betrays his anguish.

"If only you could see the beautiful moon that stands upon this glamorous night..."

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blue-howlite · 1 year

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Being their significant other, Pandora Hearts and Vanitas no Carte edition

Featuring Vanitas, Gilbert, Xerxes and Oswald.

Type: mostly fluff, a bit of angst though.

Warnings: spoilers for Pandora Hearts of course, men that need some therapy but they don't have it in their time period, mentions of hickeys and biting on Vanitas' part because he is a masochist, Oswald part is pretty sad but that's fine if you love him you love crying. Also writer that is bad at writing.

Yn = Your name

Author note: I wrote this because my best friend is having a rough time recently, so I thought I'd cheer her up with some headcanons that I will show her through screenshots because I can't allow anyone to find my Tumblr, it's bad enough my sister has it. Normal people encourage eachother, I give xReader content.

Vanitas

You're a real masochist to fall for him. But he's one too so...

He has commitment and attachment issues, how did you manage to get in a relationship with him? No seriously, how the fu-

On a second thought I'm not sure I want to know, but you did it and that's what matters.

You read it right. You did it.

Because I refuse to believe he would take the first step into seriously committing to something aside from his goal. But he can't really say no if you're the one bringing it up, you know what you're getting into after all.

What comes next?

Oh right, dating!

He knows the basics on how to act like he cares, the problem comes when he actually cares. He doesn't really know what to do with himself so he tries to go along with the traditional ways, but probably ends up with impostor syndrome because come on it's Vanitas we're talking about.

Please reassure him it's alright and that you are willing to talk about it.

Aside from this initial problems.

He isn't a cuddler. He doesn't really get what the point of cuddling is.

But please hold him when he's sleeping or resting.

He's the "I'm a knife!" person but he is actually the little spoon.

He likes nuzzling his face against your neck. Also he's like a cat, once he is resting on top of you you're obliged to stay still until he gets up.

Also bite him. Give him hickeys on his neck. It's alright if you hurt him, he likes it.

He'll probably bite you back.

Not big on pet names, maybe the classic "darling" here and there, but mostly he prefers to use your name.

Jealous? Him? The man that can't believe someone would love him? Yes dear, he is.

But he isn't possessive. He hates himself so much that even though he gets jealous as fuck he won't act on it. Maybe he'll sulk in a corner or press his face against your chest, kinda unaware he looks a bit possessive. Or is he?

He's a complicated guy and a relationship with him would require one hell of a effort.

Because he is a fucking rat (as in small and looks like he just came out of a sewer and doesn't really know what is going on but is just filled with chaotic energy).

But he is your rat.

And he loves you.

Little bonus: Vanitas is a package deal, if you get with him you also get his """family""" that will do everything in their power to protect you because they either want Vanitas to be happy (Roland and Noè) or they're worried as to what could Vanitas do if something ever happened to you (the Damps, also Roland and Noè).

Gilbert

He took the initiative to confess.

I mean, he tried.

No but I swear he wanted to say it first.

He just got really flustered and started stuttering and not making much sense.

But you got the message.

He doesn't know a thing about dating though. Please stop him from asking advice to Oz or Xerxes because those little shits (affectionately) will do everything they can to make fun of him.

It will be fun though because he will experiment a bit to understand what he likes and what he doesn't.

He likes cuddles (of course he does, such a touch starved mf).

He loves it when you play with his hair. Just laying down, his head on your lap and your hands in his hair. He can and will fall asleep like that.

Likes to hold you at night. Maybe is the fear of abandonment, but he really needs to feel you in some way when falling asleep and waking up. Even just having your hands touching is fine, but holding you is the best.

Really flustered if you give him hickeys. Will hide them out of embarrassment, also because Oz and Xerxes won't stop teasing him about them.

Gets jealous easily, and once you're in a relationship he will get mildly possessive.

When out together he will hold you hand and always stay by your side. If someone flirts with you Gil will give them a death glare and keep an arm around your waist, then ask you if that person is bothering you.

And will call you by pet names. He prefers your name, but when he feels like he should clarify your relationship status with others he'll call you "dear", "darling", maybe even "love". But he will get flustered about it afterwards, please don't tease him about it. Or do it, your choice.

He's just a bit insecure but he really loves you and wants things with you to work out, so he will put a big effort in this too.

Little bonus: with him, you also gain an enemy/friend, which is Vincent. He either adores you because you care for his big brother and love him, or he hates you because you're taking his big brother from him. Probably swings between the two, depending on the situation and his mood. He won't harm you though, he doesn't want to hurt Gilbert's feelings.

Xerxes

Oh dear you're in for a treat.

Yeah no he tells you right away that he likes you. Probably starts by joking around with you until he can't take it anymore and confesses in the most serious way possible for him.

He leads you through it. Does he have a lot of experience? Not really, but he can guess how things work and he learns quickly and so he takes the initiative in most of the fields.

Pet him. Like whenever he does something good just tell him "Well done" and give him head pats. He loves it and will come looking for you whenever he comes back from a mission or he does some paperwork just for the praises. It's not that he is touch starved and insecure (not as much as you might think because of this behaviour at least) but he likes this kind of "games" with you, where he plays the innocent and cute puppy.

Which he is not.

He kisses you a lot, especially when in public, just to make you flustered. Also teases you about everything.

If you have to walk somewhere together he'll just grab your arm or hand and run, dragging you with him. This mf (affectionately).

Gets easily jealous. Like very easily. If he catches you talking to other members of Pandora for too long he'll throw himself at you (like literally he'll jump at you and grab you like a baby koala) and ask if you still love him loud and clear in front of whoever you were talking to. He knows you do btw. He just likes the drama. Bonus if you're too small or weak to hold him up and so you both fall to the ground, he will keep you on top of him though so you don't get hurt.

He loves weird, unusual or very very sweet pet names in public. You see, half of the fun of this relationship with him is he teasing and annoying you. He will call you "Pudding" during a Pandora meeting, just know he will.

But when you two are alone he kinda melts. You know he wants some real quality time together when he starts calling you by your name.

Overall he's a menace. But... he is your menace (yes that is something he said more than once when anyone mentioned your relationship with him).

Oswald

Oh hell what the actual fuck.

I'm sorry.

He is a good guy don't get me wrong, but he is really focused on his work and his role.

He won't initiate a relationship with you unless you're very insisting. He knows that once he becomes "Glen" he might change and is afraid of hurting your feelings.

But let's be honest Lacie would totally be your wingman, she loves her brother and wants someone who loves him to look after him once she's sent to the Abyss.

So your relationship starts, and let me tell you this is an angsty one.

Because he cherishes every moment he has with you as himself.

He is very intense in every part of your relationship and every moment spent with him becomes a precious memory to the both of you.

He might not be very cuddly, but if you run your fingers through his hair... that might become one of his favourite things.

You can do it randomly during the day he's not shy.

Also he doesn't get jealous, ever. If you're willing to stay with him even though he is supposed to become the next Glen he figured that other people have zero chances with you.

Possessive? Not really either. The most possessive thing he might do is kissing you on the cheek when he greets you in front of others, and even then it's more about showing his love to you rather than showing others that you're his.

Not really a fan of pet names honestly. He likes your name. He might occasionally call you "love", but that's pretty much it. It's understandable for him to prefer people's actual names though :')

After becoming Glen and Lacie's death he will become more distant. Just know that. Everyone copes with pain on different ways, that's how he copes with his. But if you keep staying by his side he'll just warm up to you again, and this time he won't leave your side. Not intentionally that is.

Yes this relationship is the type that will leave you in tears but in the end it was worth it all and you both know it.

#Vanitas #Vanitas no carte #Vanitas x reader #Gilbert Nightray #Gilbert Nightray x reader #Xerxes Break #Xerxes Break x reader #Oswald Baskerville #Oswald Baskerville x reader #Pandora Hearts #Pandora Hearts x reader #Headcanons #I tried #Also none of this men is completely mentally stable and we're here for it

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vanikolya · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request a hc for vnc with Vanitas & Noé with an immigrant s/o with an accent & sometimes has trouble pronouncing things or they just forget the world & starts describing it in a weirdly way (lol) & when mad they start talking in their native language

Sorry if that sounds weird (english isn't my language) but have a nice day/night!

(≧∇≦)/

entertained by any struggle you have in pronouncing things that have like a specifically french pronunciation?? like how "choux bun" is actually pronounced "shoe bun" (im sorry this point is probably so confusing)

somehow almost always catches on about exactly what you mean whenever you've forgotten a word; but when you're around other people he'll stay quiet for a bit longer just to see how much you can baffle the others

it's not like he'll ever let you notice him doing it, pfft what do you think he is, openly affectionate? but he'd probably try to learn at least a bit of your language

mainly because he has no idea what's going on when you're mad

and hc he's bad at empathising and calming people down even when he can understand what they're saying, so at least he knows where he stands a little more without having to be like "i know you're mad but i can't understand you lol pls speak french"

it's the way he's just casually picked up words from your native language just from knowing you so long

neither of you even realised it, one day you're just like "i can't remember the french word, its (word in your language)" and noe just, "oh the library?"

it's just words though, the moment you're mad and start talking in your native language, he's lost. but hey at least he's got it going for him that he's good at calming people down (unlike vanita-) so he can calm you down and ask if you want to talk about it again later

eventually he'd likely ask if you'll teach him some of how to speak and understand your language, not exactly enough for him to hold a perfect conversation or anything but just enough to understand and help you out

unless of course you'd want to teach him more he'd ve delighted

{ i'm so sorry if this was bad and that it took a while TT^TT - ash }

#vanitas no carte #vnc #noe headcanons #noe x reader #noe archiviste #noe vnc #vnc noe #vnc vanitas #vanitas headcanons #vanitas x reader #vanitas no shuki #vanitas #the case study of vanitas #vanitas anime #memoir of vanitas #vnc x reader #vnc manga #vnc headcanons

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fallingdownhell · 11 months

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Hello! Could I request Vanitas and Noe coming home to a massive feast made by their s/o on their birthday?

Spoiling your significant other...always very cute!

Characters Included: Vanitas; Noé

Content: gender neutral reader; overall just fluff

Word count: 920 words

Have fun!

Vanitas

Having a birthday this early on in the new year meant that there weren't really all that many fun things to do

the weather was still cold most of the time, so not many people were and and about, prefering to stay in the comfort of a warm home

Vanitas was one of those people to get bored rather quickly when there was nothing exciting happening. Sitting around and doing nothing wasn't really something he enjoys. He's always out looking for some fun

his own birthday is no exception to that rule. Sure, he likes to spend that day with you, his most favourite and most important person in the world, but he still wants to do something

he's just a tad bit dissapointed when you tell him that you don't have the time to entertain him today

but he doesn't have much time to complain because a knock on the door sounds

Noé is here, dragging Vanitas out the door as soon as he lays eyes on the black haired male

they are out the entire day, doing whatever within the city (maybe causing some chaos here and there) but overall kept quite tame

he had a fun day, though it would have been better had you joined them on their endeavours

but as soon as he enters the house again, he is suddenly hit with the smell of freshly cooked food, which is suspicious to him

didn't you tell him that you didn't have time today?

he walks into the kitchen where he's greeted with an entire menu. It was like a four or five course meal

astounded, he just stood there, surprised by it, until you got him out of his trance again

apparently, you saying that you didn't have time was just a farce so that you could prepare all the food in peace. Noé just made sure that he was occupied the entire time

Vanitas wanted to be mad at you and say something, but seeing as all the food consisted of all his favourite dished, he bit his tongue and kept his mouth shut, thanking you with a kiss instead

you both enjoyed the food you made, talking and laughing while eating. He really liked your cooking, it tasted so good to him, better than anything else he had ever eaten

after you were both done, you took care of the dishes and all the cleaning up, telling him to just relax

later, you joined him in the living room where the two of you cuddled a bit more before you both decided to just take things up into the bedroom, where Vanitas thanked you properly for all the hard work you put in for him...

Noé

such a sweet man, and boyfriend!

honestly, there is not much decieving or anything else to be done with him

just straight up tell him that you have something planned for his birthday, but that you need time to prepare it

he will happily give you enough time, actually all the time you could possibly need

just say the word and he is out the house. No need to worry about him, he can find a way to pass the time

though he keeps telling you that you don't have to do anything for his birthday, but you keep insisting, so he just lets go of the topic, letting you do what makes you happy

so excited to find out what you have in mind for him. Can't help himself but trying to figure out what it could possibly be while being all hyped and giddy

once it's time for him to come back, he almost can't contain his excitement anymore. Like, literally, if he had some sort of tail, it would be wagging like crazy the entire time

immediately upon entering, he is hit with the smell of your cooking

excited, he throws his shoes off and runs into the kitchen, where you're currently in, adding the last finishing touches to the last dish

Noé takes a second to look over all the food, recognising all his favourite meals, divided into an entire five course meal

happy to receive such a thoughtful gift from you, he hugs you close to him, showering you in kisses, thanking you over and over again

you smile and giggle at his affection, but soon swatting him off of you, telling him that the food will if you don't start eating soon

you best believe he's enjoying every single bite he takes like it's the last in his life

he always tells you how divine he thinks your cooking is, but seeing him enjoy it so much is an entirely different feeling. One that fills you with pride that you're able to get that reaction out of him

after you're done, he stands up to take care of the dishes, but you shush him away, almost ordering him to leave the kitchen to let you take care of the mess

you need a bit more convincing but in the end, he relents, letting you handle it while he relaxes in the living room, though he keeps an eye on you from there

as soon as you're done, he pulls you onto the couch with him, where he cuddles you close, arms tightly closed around you

this time, no complaining or anything else is enough to make him stop showering you with praises, kisses and thank you's

after all, he has to show his appreciation for you in some way, right?

#vanitas no carte #vanitas no carte manga #vanitas no carte anime #vanitas no carte x reader #vanitas no carte headcanons #vanitas no carte x reader headcanons #vanitas x reader #vanitas x you #vanitas headcanons #vanitas anime #the case study of vanitas #vanitas x reader headcanons #noé x reader #noé x you #noé headcanons #noé x reader headcanons

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aritsukemo · 6 months

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The Little Things | Various Characters

Characters: Vanitas, Olivier, Veronica, Sanemi, Hinatsuru, Shinobu, Makio, and Basil

A/N: None

Vanitas who short-circuits anytime you show him genuine affection/care despite the many times he's flirted with you. He tells you he hates it, but in actuality he's just not used to it. Either way, please don't stop.

Olivier who tries not to smoke around you. He knows you dislike it and even if it helps him destress, he'd never indulge in his own pleasures if it meant making you uncomfortable. Never.

Veronica who can't help but 'apologize' ( Not really but she buys you gifts/treats you in various ways with a sour look on her face ) whenever she makes you sad/mad. She doesn't entirely know why, but she gets this strange feeling in her chest whenever she does or says something that makes you even the slightest bit upset. Is it pity? Dare I say, guilt? She can't tell.

Sanemi who always questions you about your wellbeing whenever you chat. He listens intently on everything you say, genuinely wanting to know if you're alright and if you aren't, he'll take you out to wherever you want to go that day. His treat.

Hinatsuru and Shinobu who sits there, smiling fondly, as she listens to you just talk. Talk about your day, raving about how good it went or ranting about how bad it was, just anything you have to say. She'll listens for hours on end, gently reassuring you whenever you pause to apologize for distracting her from her work.

Makio who loves to go out with you whenever you have the time. Whether it'd be going to the hot springs or shopping at the market, she doesn't care as long as you're the one accompanying her.

Basil who occasionally brings you flower bouquets, all of which are hand grown and arranged by himself. He's shy so he won't have the courage to do anything but maybe mutter out a small 'Hope you like it..' before leaving, but he makes the effort to add short, sweet notes to make up for the words he couldn't say to you.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest

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atomic-taco-muffin · 1 year

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May I please have some of the organization members reacting to them coming home to an asleep s/o in either their shirt or an extra organization cloak since the s/o missed them so much and couldn't sleep without them home? Thank you in advance 🤗😊

You got it!! I'm gonna go with the Nort brothers for now

Nort Brothers reacting to you sleeping with their shirt

Warnings: Slightly spicy (like microscopic size) but mainly fluff

Rating: SFW

Xemnas:

Honestly, this man overworks himself so it's a miracle that he even made it to your guys' shared bed.

When he sees you wearing his shirt, he's confused.

Like, why would you wear his shirt? You have tons of clothes yourself.

But he finds it adorable, nonetheless.

Ansem:

Like Xemnas, he overworks himself, but not as much as his twin though

Now, we know this man barely wears a shirt, but he does own a few turtlenecks (he wears them in the winter)

So, after a long day of research and making sure the Twilight Trio were asleep, he headed to you to have some spicy time together

Only to find you asleep in one of his turtlenecks.

When I tell you this man MELTS!!!!! He'll just wrap you in his arms and the two of you will sleep like that till morning.

Xeha:

Xeha loves it when you wear his stuff. It's like a signal saying that you're his and his alone.

And when you wear his shirt to bed, he fucking loves it.

He does get a little turned on but nothing too crazy.

Sometimes, he's just too tired to take care of it, and sometimes you are too. Other times, it just leads to soft, sleepy sex

Vanitas:

Okay, we all know that Vanitas wears that somewhat ugly suit but for the sake of this fic, we're gonna give him some actual clothes

Like Xeha, he loves it when you wear his clothes.

And yes, he does get turned on when he sees you in them.

And when you wear his shirt as pj's, you best believe his going to pound town

And, yeah. You're gonna be wearing his shirt more often for bed

Let me know if you want a part two with the other members!

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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!

~2,3k words | kinktober masterlist

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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