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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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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.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers)#vanitas #vanitas no carte #vanitas no shuki #vanitas headcanons #vanitas hc #headcanons #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte headcanons #vanitas no carte hc #vnc headcanons #vanitas of the blue moon #vanitas x reader #vanitas headcanon

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vamphobias · 2 months

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headcanon that. vanitas paints his nails blue all the time even though he always has gloves on so like nobody sees them. like painting your toenails in winter

#thinking and having thoughts #vanitas no carte #vnc #the case study of vanitas #case study of vanitas #vanitas no shuki #vanitas #memoir of vanitas #the book of vanitas #vnc headcanons #vanitas headcanons #headcanons

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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 }

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blueparadis · 2 years

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

—»cw :: afab-reader, explicit smut, mature language, sub-dom dynamics, power play, implied manipulation & age gap, unprotected sex, creampie, f-oral, oral acts, body worship, praise kink, corruption kink, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, use of pet-names, branding, marking, nipple play; precis- headcanons& scenarios about “how intimate they're in bed!!”

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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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mimir-mimos · 1 year

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They’re taking over my brain

#the case study of vanitas #vanitas vnc #vnc headcanons #vnc #noe archiviste #noe vnc #fanart #digital illustration #hypnosart

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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i really like your works🧍🏽‍♀️ i was wondering if you could do a Roland Fortis x fem reader, overstimulating? (anonymous or not i felt every last bit of same typing this)

God I love Roland, no pun intended there.

Pairing: Roland x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, begging, overstimulation, gentle dom!Roland

A/N: Roland would 100% be a gentle dom.

Roland is always gentle with you, in every part of your relationship

That being said he can get bossy and controlling while the two of you are having sex

He never hurts you

Still he likes seeing little love marks here and there, especially on the inside of you thighs

He likes that spot in particular because he knows that only he can see it

Loves seeing you buck needly into his mouth or cock

Hearing you beg for him to go harder and deeper only to be denied and get even more desperate to come awakens something primal within him

He wants to make you fall apart for him, just for him, slowly

Don't call for God, you can only say Roland's name

You being on all fours and rocking against him, wanting more of him, wanting to feel him deep inside and his hands on your hips, on your lower back, or keeping your thighs spread is a sight that he will cherish for as long as he lives

#vanitas no carte #vnc x reader #vnc smut #vnc roland #roland x reader #roland fortis #roland fortis x reader #vnc imagine #vnc headcanons

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millskytea · 1 year

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Sir, they're going to a halloween party

I know halloween was like a week ago but I didn't saw the official art until now

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mirick-vn · 8 months

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I can't tell if Noé's a bigger fan of halloween or christmas.

Like, I can see him start putting up Christmas decorations the moment it hits midnight August 31 and the -ber months start rolling around.

But at the same time I feel like he's the type to be really, really psyched about halloween and literally gets so excited when kids start trick-or-treating

Either way, all I know is I can see Noé being very passionate about the holidays.

#idk where i was going with this #do i make sense #probably not #eh #it is what it is #noé archiviste #vanitas no carte #vnc #vnc headcanons #maybe #idk #idk what to tag this as

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infinitelibraryofheadcanons · 9 months

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(VNC) Beach Headcanons

Here we are! I got caught up on the new VNC chapters and I am SO glad we are back in the present time. As much as I like lore and flashback chapters, I wanted to see Vanitas and Noé again. Either way, I hope you enjoy this set of headcanons. Also, spoilers for everyone who hasn't caught up with the manga yet! ~~~ Vanitas With all the scars on his body, Vanitas is highly uncomfortable with regular swimwear. Instead, he pulls up to the beach in shorts and a basic t-shirt or button-up shirt. The guy doesn't like the heat at all, so he spends most of his time in the shade or at the cocktail bar, complaining about the hot weather. Maybe he collects a few shells or goes knee-deep into the water (after some convincing from Jeanne), but other than that, he spends his time in a more relaxed way. ...unless someone brings water guns with them, in which case, there's a war and no one can stop him. Noé

Noé probably got dragged to the beach by Domi. Now that they're there though, he's really enjoying it. Splashing around in the water, taking a few breaks here and there to check on the others and drink something...maybe he lets Luca bury him in the sand. Noé is just like an excited puppy: he runs around, swims really far away, then comes back and shows the others the cool stuff he found in the sea or at the beach. Domi finds it adorable. He would have so much fun with a water gun. The first use of it would be to annoy Vanitas and get him out of the shade. Domi She is rocking some really fancy swimwear. Even though she mostly sits at the bar, she will stand up and check out the cool crab Noé found on the other side of the beach, or go and collect some shells with Jeanne. Maybe she tries to build sandcastles with Luca, but fails miserably. She'd definitely help him with burying Noé in the sand though. Most people at the beach are amazed at her outfit, so they offer to buy her drinks. Vanitas, who sits right next to her at the bar, takes advantage of that. The two end up talking and bonding over some nice cocktails. If there were water guns present at the scene, she would be the one bringing them there or be the one who gets surprise-attacked and is out for revenge. Jeanne Similar to Noé, Jeanne gets super excited and rushes around the whole place. Domi went swimsuit shopping with her before this, so she wears a really cute one. She helps Luca with sandcastles and burying Noé, always keeping an eye on him to make sure he's fine. But that doesn't stop her from having fun too! She might go into the water with Domi and splash it on her. After some convincing, Vanitas joins them. DO NOT give her a water gun. She will take it way too seriously. ~~~ This was fun to write! If you have any requests for headcanons, feel free to send them in and I'll get around to them as soon as possible! ~Curator Silver

#vanitas no carte #vnc #vnc headcanons #vnc vanitas #vnc noé #vnc dominique #vnc jeanne

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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 I request Noe and Vanitas with an s/o who will ditch their hugs so they can cuddle cute things like plushies, children, and cats? S/o means no harm, though. If they see something cute, they'll only focus on that one thing

Noé

He can't really argue with them.

Noe has a weakness for cute things as well. Look at who he is courting?

Honestly, they probably would both be enamored with the cuteness (especially cats). So it's not a big hurdle for them.

Buys them all the plushies they gush over if his wallet, and floor space where they are staying, can afford it.

Vanitas

He is…less supportive of their distraction.

We all know that Vanitas has deep seeded abandonment issues. So, he feels like when they “take off” that they are abandoning him.

They always come back but he feels like his attention & company is second.

He also had problems communicating, so he doesn’t express those feelings. Instead he just pouts and, on extreme occasions, scares the cats away.

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munv · 2 years

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𝗙𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗗 𝗫 !𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

This may also include a bit of vanitas no carte spoilers! Not really but please click off if you don’t want spoilers!!Pretend your atleast 16-18 in this because from my knowledge jeanne is atleast 100 or something. Stick with me people 🧍

(This is before meeting vanitas) this is part 1

You were dragged into this unknown world away from the very one you were supposed to protect. Luca was unprotected and at that you weren’t sure if you could even begin to think of leaving anyone else to that role of protecting him!

You were sorted into the magic mirror and by everyone’s surprise, not only were you a vampire but what shocked everyone was your unreal strength. To others who were already aware of the power vampires behold were a bit surprised you were from another world at that.

Believe me when I say that Floyd was interested? How would you react to him? Would you try to fight him if he squeezed you? What kind of person were you truly? And what was your own world like. Things like that went through the boys head after you were sorted into octavinelle.

You were a stranger in a whole new different universe called “twisted wonderland” and you didn’t know how or why you were dragged here. You decided to call it a night that same night after getting into your dorm room.

You were woken up the next day by loud banging. Lazily walking over to the door and opening it forgetting about putting your guard up, you were met by a oversized boy you could of sworn was bigger than the door himself.

Rubbing your eyes and blinking twice you were exactly right only to start thinking what were to happen if he could grow more perhaps.

From Floyd’s point of view you looked oddly very cute in his case. You looking up to him with those beautiful gold like eyes or yours..he couldn’t bring himself to move at all.

What caught your attention was that he was staring at you but would you mind it that much? No you wouldn’t. Floyd started to introduce himself and then say that all dorm members were to come to the lounging area.

Azul saw the way Floyd looked at you and decided to make use of that. (He also used it as an excuse).

“You there, you will start working at our lounge starting today alright?”

Flabbergasted.

the woman was too stunned to speak.

Were you concerned? Yes. Did you know what was going on? No.

All you knew was that a specific pair of eyes were watching your every.move.

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