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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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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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When they find you in their clothes,trying to imitate them

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs & The Case Study Of Vanitas Pairings:Atsushi X Female petite!reader,Vanitas X Gn!reader Genre:Fluff Format:Scenario Warnings:Mentions of petnames in Atsushi's part (bunny),reader is shorter than the characters Word Count:0.9K

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You sigh while taking the laundry out of the dryer,starting to fold them as you stare at the clock.

"its 1am...where the hell is he?"

You know you aren't supposed to be worried.you know youre supposed to trust Vanitas and dont poke your nose in his business.you know that he can take care of himself.you know all that;

but how are you going to be chill when Dante asks him to come outside in the midnight,telling him he has some nice "information" he might like ti hear?

"this is silly...i should stop overthinking" you think to yourself,but deep down you know youre not going to stop.

not till he gets home safe.

you continue folding his clothes until you get to his clothes.

"right,he didnt even have time to wear his clothes.just grabbed some cloak and ran out of the door" you say,sighing,and caress the soft metarial on the huge,blue bowtie,realising how light yet beautiful it is.

wait.

you were at home,alone,with his clothes;and godknew when he'll be back...

"no!" is the answer to your thoughts,

but you werent a kind of person who would listen to their brain anyway.

thats how you end up in front of the mirror,checking yourself out and smiling at the sight in front of you.

"fancy...hehe" you giggle,holding your boyfriends magical book tightly,and try to imitate his tune.

"a-ahm...Im Vanitas! from the blue moon! lend me your power,Noe!" you say,smirking at yourself,while quickly turning your head at the mirror.

"it doesnt matter what you all want,i will save all the vampires!"

you didnt expect it,but it was really fun!

"Dante-sama,i love you!!

working with foolish idiots like you will one day be the death of me!

Idiot! idiot! dont ever come near me again you idiot! ouch! idiot! idi-"

"you enjoying yourself?"

the sudden appeariace of Vanitas makes you gasp,and let go of the book youre holding up sensationally,which leads to it falling on your head.

"ouch!"

Vanitas chuckled while comming closer to you,laughing at the sight of you holding your head.

"how-when-where"

"when did i came back? well,when you were imitating the time i was talking to Dante!"

there was only one word that could describe this situation.

"embarrassing"

you got up and tried to avoid his gaze,while hiding the blush on your face,and turned your head to the opposite direction.

"ill go change..."

"you dont have to" he smiled and came closer to you,before cupping your cheeks and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"it looks good on you"

you bit your bottom lip excitedly,while putting a huge smile on your face.

"i know,right?"

You smile as you watch Atsushi in his sleep,slightly purring as he turns his back to you to give you more space.your smile turns into a cocky smirk as you get up to actualize the idea that has been on your mind for a while,but havent done it because of not being able to catch the best opportunity.now that he was sleep in his pyjamas,you could do it without being worried if he wakes up,since the poor thing had a long day.

you get up,grab his clothes which was neatly folded on the floor,and sneak in front of the mirror while taking your clothes off,and starting to wear his.

his outfit was one the many things that catched your attention when you first saw him,and you have been adoring his taste in clothes from that moment.god,how much you love those sexy gloves of his.those black boots,his belt that was always hanging in the air,the black leather on his pale fingers...

it was so hot,and it looked even better on your skin.

you smirk and wink at yourself in the mirror,enjoying the sight pf yourself in Atsushi's outfit. it was kinda funny too,cause it looked like a over size coat for you since you were a bit petit.

not that it removed anything from its hotness.

"well arent you a hottie?how about we go on a date?we can go to the coffee house on the first floor and drink some tea while watching Dazai-san flirting to the waitress"

Atsushi has never said that to you,but it could be relatable...?

"im not a kitty,im a tiger!meow!

Da-Dazai san?

i mean if you die,you really really die!

oh my god Chazuke! the love of my life!"

"bunny?what are you doing?"

you freeze in the spot,slowly turning at your boyfriend's direction, who has been peeking at you from the moment you started your little show;

and boy has he been enjoying it.

"i-um...i-i...i...um..." you were frustrating yourself with looking for an reasonable excuse,but was there any...?

"its too big for you" he chuckles while asking you to come into his embrace by opening his arms,and you jump at him while blushing.

"i know...shut up" you mumble,while trying to hide your head in his chest.

"it looks good on you tho...you should wear it more often,bunny" he pulls you closer to himself,running his fingers through your hair while cherishing how adorable you are and how lucky he is to have someone like you next to him.

"i know...shut up" you smile,happy that hes not able to see it.

Reblogs are always appreciated! please keep the tags though :)

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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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tteokdoroki · 2 years

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vanitas who hasn't seen you in a while and comes back from who knows doing what, just to show you how much he missed you :))

i hope this is ok for the thirsts thing JFDGDF

rubs hands like a sticky fly hehe this is more than okay baby !!!

no cause, vanitas is as passionate as it gets— he wouldn’t make it 30 seconds over the landing before you’re pressed up against the nearest surface, be it the dresser in the hallway or the walls themselves. he hikes your thigh over his hip and his tongue rolls sensually over your neck as if he’s going to bite at the flesh there.

“i’ve missed you, ma chérie,” vanitas has eyes as blue as the midnight sky, imploringly gazing down on you— he would waste no time in bunching your skirts up to your hips, letting his hard cock grind against your tummy through layers of clothes. “all this…is going inside you…to make up for the time my heart has been absent from yours, darling.” sniff cause he’s so romantic despite how unconventional your position is.

the talons on his gloves, pinch at your thigh— tugging you closer during a slippery exchange of kisses between yourself and vanitas, with him lapping at the ropes of saliva that connect you like soulmates and the red string of fate. when he pushes into you, pink seedy tip struggling against the tightness of your hole from where you’ve not been fucked in so long. the floor boards creek beneath the weight of his thrusts as vani pours his love into you, biting and marking any expanse of your skin that he can.

you’ll cry out his name and it’ll only make him love you harder— claw at his back and push at his shirt until there’s space for you to lick, mark and bite on your lover to pacify yourself. “love you…’m in love with you…” you mewl, bowing your body into vanitas’, sweaty from all the clothes that rustle when he pounds into your tight heat. “‘m gonna—“

“shhh ma chérie, i know…you’re almost there. me too,” and he knows just where to touch you, fumbling between your slapping bodies to twirl your pretty clit— sucking your tongue into his mouth to swallow your moans, prompting to finally let go on his cock. you cream down on him with a firm clench, pleasure toppling over just enough to make vanitas cum too… his frothy arousal filling your puffy folds <3

#tteokdoroki #vanitas no carte smut #vanitas smut #vanitas no carte x reader #vanitas x reader #vanitas imagines #❄️. user snow #🖇. moots #💌. you’ve got mail

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zxal · 1 year

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Four swords manga redraw with the heart hotel i've been wanting to do for ages ft. strelitzia who doesn't know any of the lore

#kingdom hearts #kh #sora #roxas #xion #ventus #strelitzia #long time no art.......i was in a zelda mood. so obviously i draw kh #four swords is so dear to me i had to reread it #and theres four (five) of them and everything!!!!#youll have to imagine vanitas as shadow link for me bc i dont have it in me today #my art #kh art

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arachnits · 11 days

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time for another kh doodle dump

#that gummi boss kicked my fucking ass.#imagine how pissed i was when i grinded for gummi shit for like 20 minutes only to find out it wasnt required #never felt closer to sora in my life when i wanted to crash the ship and end the franchise early #kingdom hearts #kh #sora #riku #soriku #roxas #isa #saix #vanitas #the sora n vani i drew for my friend but you can tag it as ship if you really want #trans riku #i need the tboy riku truth to be heard RISE RISE RISE #my art

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vanixing-thts · 4 months

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[...Ghosts..🗝]

Vani vs. His demons

Its finally finished after two years (>_<), but mostly be abandoning it. This is not ship art nor in my ship au. They are strict enemies!

#kingdom hearts #art #digital art #kingdom hearts 3 #anime #vanitas #fanart #kingdom hearts birth by sleep #xion #ventus #enemies #clone #demons #I like different dynamics for them so you may see that if i draw them #Platonic enemies in love not even knowing eachother etc.#I just think they're neet :)#Mainly i imagine them enemies in cannon for obvious reasons #i know my style changes from time to time thats cus its older

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kh-yumio · 5 months

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Xion, Vanitas and Repliku dressed in Traje de Charro cuz the Mexican artist's urge to draw their favorite characters as Charros won the battle today.

#Yes #both organizations would de charros as well #Which could be funny if u think about it #Because Mariachis dress Traje de Charro meaning the org XIII is actually a big Mariachi group-#Now i imagine them playing Cielito Lindo before the final battle at the Keyblade Graveyard #kingdom hearts #xion #vanitas #repliku #riku replica #dark riku #black coat trio #kingdom hearts fanart

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kettsuper · 6 months

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terrifying trio

#isa #namine #vanitas #kett draws #no but imagine isa taking these two under his wing like lea takes roxas and xion #and they live in adjoining townhouses #the fic i wanna write #terrifying trio

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linvaniin · 1 year

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valentine's blessings❤️🖤

#kh #kingdom hearts #kh fanart #kh sora #kh vanitas #sovani #vanso #i'd like to imagine they are saying this to each other bc i have brainrot for these two boys but imagine what u will <3 #digital doodle #digital sketch #my art #linvaniin

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thewritetofreespeech · 4 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t know you knew first aid.”

“No I mean….”

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

“Why not?”

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

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

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

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

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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could you do vanitas and atsushi with a gender neutral soulmate who is loud around close friends but shuts down in large crowds with loud noises and whatnot? Thank you, your writing is amazing by the way! Have a great day ♡♡

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs, The Case Study Of Vanitas

Pairings: Atsushi, Vanitas X Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.6K

A/N: Thank you so much! I think you're the only one who requests content for Vanitas on my blog lmao, You should send requests more often! :)

⇝Atsushi

Ok. It's canon that he's a really thoughtful guy. And he kinda relates to you, except that he's not that talkative around close friends either.

At first you were a bit uncomfortable with him too, since you barely knew him, but now that you two are together? Things are different.

Atsushi notices this when he takes you to the agency for the first time. The way you nervously smile as you answer other people's questions with a word or two, or how you keep looking back at the clock to see when it's time for you to leave, he notices how uncomfortable you are and the problem is serious.

So he decides to never force you to go anywhere (he didn't force you the last time, he just asked you and you couldn't say no), and always ask you if you're really willing to go there, not because you have to.

Instead of going out, he arranges the perfect date at home, with just the two of you. He prepares your favorite meal with your favorite dessert, plays games with you that you're interested in to, and also gets a fun movie for you to watch.

To be honest he's more comfortable at home, or alone with just the two of you, so it worked out the best for you.

I'm not saying that he doesn't like going outside. He enjoys fun activities outside with his friends, but wants you to have as much fun as he does.

Will help you get over your anxiety if you want to bet over it, or else wont to talk about it at all because he respects your boundries and doesn't wanna upset you :)

⇝Vanitas

The case is different with this guy.

I'm not saying that he isn't thoughtful, he is; but in his opinion, helping you get over your problem is a part of being thoughtful.

He will convince you to get out of your comfort zone and try to be around people and get used to it, because sometimes you just have to do it and he doesn't want you to suffer when that moment comes.

I was going to say that he will tease you about it, but honestly, there's nothing he can tease you about. So, I think if you refuse to get out of your comfort zone and stuff, he will tease you a bit over things without saying the actual cause why he's doing it.

He won't tease you too much though, since he loves you and hurting you is the last thing he wants to do; but please understand that this is his way of showing you how much he actually cares about you.

He will plan fun activities that you enjoy, but outdoor. You were not really willing at first, but then you had so much fun that you forgot you were outside and didn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

Yup, he's smart and he will use his mind to make you feel better :)

Would encourage you at the end of the day for overcoming your anxiety even if it was only a little bit.

"My god Y/N! You looked so happy when you were on that roller coaster at the theme park, or when you shot all the targets and won a prize! I'm so proud of you!"

To be sincere you were a bit upset at how he was making you get out of you're comfort zone. You thought that he wanted to change you and that he didn't like your current personality, but after a while, you do see the effect that those outdoor activities had on you and how you're able to communicate to people much more comfortable than before.

He does feel bad about it sometimes, so he tries to make it up to you at night, by hugging you tight and slowly caressing you hair, showering you in affection and kisses :>

Reblogs are appreciated! :D

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