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fairy-writes · 11 months

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

CHIVALRY IS DEAD

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): The Case Study of Vanitas

Pairing(s): Vanitas x Gender Neutral!Reader

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

Notes: Vanitas is such a brat lmao

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

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

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

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

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

It was then that you heard something.

More humming?

Dangerously off-key, but there nonetheless.

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

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

You shriek.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s silent for a minute before you speak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um… I held the door open for you?”

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

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

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

“All better.” You say, and he hums,

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

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

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glitch-karma · 1 month

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Hii! Can you do Vanitas x sleepy reader? They’re kinda just sleep deprived all the time, hehe. Sorry if I’m bothering you, I hope you can do this request! <3

✧Me who started this at 2:35 am:

✧One shot

✧Cw: Gn!Reader, Fluff-ish, Reader is a vampire and Vanitas's assistant, reader struggles with insomnia, maybe ooc Vanitas, complicated relationship (still romantic-ish)

✧ probably not proof read

✧theres always crumbs for vnc so here y'all go

It was a slight chilly night as Vanitas sat on the roof of the Hotel Chouchou. The breeze of the night came through slowly, the wind flowing through his hair lightly. It was funny, how the city of Paris still looked almost alive at night. The soft glow of lights speckled the city.

Vanitas wore a dully melancholic expression as he stated at the city. It was eerily quiet as he numbly stared out.

The sound of soft foot steps approaching notified him someone was near, though he stayed perfectly still. "... It's late y'know?" He said, his face shifting to a light smirk as he looked behind him. There you stood, the eye bags under your eyes evident as you stared down at him, before turning to the city. "You're up too, non?"

He huffed as he looked away, placing his hand to his face. "This is why you're so exhausted all the time y'know?" He scolded you lightly. "It's fine." You nodded.

There was silence as you stood behind him quietly. Vanitas glanced behind him, noticing how you wore the same, dull expression he'd worn not so long ago. What could you be thinking about? Sometimes it was hard to remember that you were also a broken person such as himself. Honestly, he'd rather not think about it.

You let out a light yawn as you finally sat down beside him. Vanitas chuckled at your drowsiness as he looked back out to the city again. You sat there for a long while, just the two of you and the sounds of the dead Paris Streets.

Vanitas could feel you shiver beside him lightly as he sighed. "Why are you out here anyways? You're obviously exhausted." He said annoyed. "I'm always like this." You shook your head. He scoffed out a chuckle as he nodded. "Well duh, stating the obvious."

The eeiry silence once again enraptured the two of you. Vanitas mentally scolded himself as his thoughts couldn't be cleared of you. Your presence beside him somehow managed to break through the barriers he'd carefully constructed. It was exhausting, the way his mind couldn't ever stop thinking about you.

"I don't get it," he muttered, a hint of frustration tainting his words. "Why do you push yourself so hard, running on empty all the time?" His gaze shifted to you, attempting to decipher your expression.

You shrugged with an indifferent expression. "Dunno.." at this Vanitas stared at you more. Your gaze met his, and for a moment, something softened in his eyes. Uncomfortable with the vulnerability, he turned his attention back to the city lights.

"I guess I've been like this for awhile." You mumbled out. Vanitas glanced up at you again. "Sleep just doesn't really come that easily, even if it's all I crave. You know, you're not the only one with demons," you said softly, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon. "We all carry our burdens, Vanitas."

He scoffed, his wall being built within him once more. "I don't need your pity." "It's not pity," your tone was gentle. "It's understanding."

For a moment, Vanitas looked away, not wanting to listen. Then, with a sigh that carried the weight of unspoken emotions, he spoke. "Understanding won't change anything."

"Maybe. But I can hope it helps ease it.. Just being there. Even in the silence of the night." You finished.

Your words hung in the air as another silence engulfed the both of you. Vanitas found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

As Vanitas tried to regain his composure, he stole another glance at you. There was a softness in your worn out eyes that echoed the vulnerability he often tried to bury. It was a vulnerability he couldn't quite comprehend.

Vanitas sighed as he looked away again. "You talk too much." He huffed out. You merely shrugged, a small but genuine smile playing on your lips. "It's a talent, I suppose."

He let out a scoff, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps a hint of gratitude. After a few moments, another yawn escaped your lips. You glanced up at him slightly. "It's weird.. you're one of the most unbearable, scary people I've ever met." "Okay, ouch." He commented, letting you continue.

Your eyes closed for a second before opening again in defiance, "But I feel the most relaxed when I'm with you." You finished.

The contradiction between tonight's conversations and the usual banter between you two left him momentarily speechless. His attempt to mask his surprise with a scoff was futile as he grew embarrassed.

"You're delusional if you think I'm someone you should find relaxing," he retorted. Yet, the subtle tint of pink on his cheeks portrayed the effect of your words. "Probably." You mumbled out, slowly blinking.

Your yawns persisted, and a drowsy smile lingered on your lips as you observed Vanitas's futile attempts to deflect your words. "You're just spouting nonsense because you're half-asleep." He shifted away from you. "Sure, that's what I'm doing."

The silence made him glance up again, noticing you staring into the city lights, closing and reopening your eyes every few seconds. He couldn't help but stare at you for a bit, before jerking his head back to the city himself.

"You should.. Let yourself sleep." He mumbled out. You looked over with slightly surprised eyes, before your face slowly softened. "..thanks, Vanitas."

"yeah, yeah whatever.." he embarrassedly mumbled, looking away from you. You chuckled, continuing to stare at the beautiful pairs sky together.

#vanitas no carte x reader #vanitas x reader #the case study of vanitas #the case study of vanitas x reader #vnc x reader #vnc Vanitas x reader #glitchs✧works

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honeydazai · 2 years

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⋆·˚ ༘ * ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

➛ click here for the tag list!

1. Loss of Virginity — Sigma & Nikolai

2. Getting Caught — Ranpo & Dazai

3. Fingerfucking — gamer!Vanitas

4. Recording — Dazai Osamu

5. Spitroasting — Dazai & Fyodor

6. when you say their dick is too big — BSD men

7. Breeding — Tighnari

8. Aphrodisiacs — Dottore

9. their favourite positions — BSD men

10. Exhibitionism — Childe & the Harbingers

11. with a brat reader — Genshin men

12. Gun Play — Beast!Dazai Osamu

13. Worshipping — Fyodor Dostoevsky

14. Hidden Vibrator — Dazai Osamu

15. Motorcycle Sex — Chūya Nakahara

16. “only the tip” — Genshin men

17. Stuck In A Wall — Scaramouche

18. with a virgin reader — Genshin men

19. wanting them to cum inside of you — BSD men

20. Face Fucking — Al Haitham

21. wearing their clothes while masturbating — Genshin men

22. Corruption Kink — Fyodor Dostoevsky

23. Dirty Talk — Kaeya Alberich

24. asking them to choke you — Genshin men

25. Size Kink — Lord August Ruthven

26. Face Sitting — Kaeya Alberich

27. Lactation — Childe

28. with a chubby reader — BSD men

29. Glory Holes — Pantalone

30. Voyeurism — Heizou

31. Dacryphilia — Scaramouche

➛ some of these prompts might include dark content, such as day 29, but everything will be tagged accordingly when it's posted. please pay attention to the content warnings!

➛ this is my current plan; some prompts might still change, depending on how motivated i am when it comes to writing them!

➛ i'll try to write full fics for each day, though they might just become drabbles, depending on how much time i've got. we'll see!

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radioactivesweet · 11 months

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This is my first request, I'm sorry if it bothers you, here it goes Vanitas x fem reader who is taller than him.

No bother at all! Feel free to request whenever you want! Hope you like it^^

Sometimes you failed to understand how petty Vanitas could be. He was of average height and never once in your life you thought he would be mad at you for being taller than him. You and Noé - both being taller than Vanitas - were literally just standing there, while talking about the latest cafè Noé had visited, when Vanitas rushed in pouting. He must have been already upset for something else, but the moment he noticed how you two had to lower your gaze to look at him, he lost it. Immediately after, he went away complaining and mumbling about how you two were making fun of your height difference. "What's wrong with him today?" you wondered, but Noé didn't know the answer neither. Another day, you caught him standing on a stool while trying to reach a shelf. You fought really hard the urge to laugh - if he had heard laughing about him, there was a high risk of you getting said stool on your forehead. What you thought was funniest though, was how he could have clearly reached that shelf on his own. He was just being dramatic. As usual. You really don't to make fun of him - it just doesn't feel right, it may hurt his feelings but his often unpleasant behaviour makes you change your mind. At the end of the day, Vanitas has to deal with both you and Noé teasing him, pushing objects to higher shelves - which results in Vanitas kicking Noé's knee and a lot of items scattered across the floor after Vanitas had hit the shelf. The day after, you suddenly had an idea! You carefully approached Vanitas, while he was quietly drinking his coffee, still half-asleep. As soon as you had the chance, you lifted him up in your arms - holding him bridal style. Before he noticed you were the one carrying him, he started moving relentlessly. "Let me go, I'm not a child..." he pouted, his cheeks blushing. "Why? You're so cute, Vanitas.". You can be sure you'll be the next one he will kick after this one.

#the case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte #vanitas x reader #vnc #vanitas #vanitas no carte x reader #les memoires de vanitas #vanitas no shuki #vnc x reader #the case study of vanitas x reader

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24hlevi · 5 months

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Helloo may I ask for prompt 5 for 25 days of winter with Roland from vnc where reader (preferably female) is teaching him how to ice skate? Thank you and have a wonderful day/night <3

ah yes of course! i adore roland so much so thank you for requesting 🫶

— 25 Days Of Winter: Ice Skating Together

roland fortis (vanitas no carte) x fem!reader

warnings: none!

25 days of winter event

"y/n? dear? i do not think this is a bright idea," roland stammered as he stood on the ice rink with his newly tied ice skates on his feet. he was standing with his arms out like a penguin, and you almost laughed at how scared he was of this out of all the things he had done.

"what do you mean?" you pouted, skating in a circle around him. "it's not that scary, love." you stopped in front of him, grabbing onto his hands. "come on."

"y/n i don't- this isn't- oh goodness," roland said as you began to pull him further onto the ice with you.

you had been ice skating for a long while now, since you were a child. it was one of your favorite activities during the holidays, and you wanted roland to experience that with you this year. if only you knew how afraid he was of slipping and falling on ice than killing vampires. it was quite funny, actually. to see the male stumbling and gripping onto you for dear life as you expertly skated around the rink.

you slowly pulled roland around the skating rink one whole loop around the place before stopping in front of him. "do you wanna try alone, now?"

"sure," he nodded his head. with one swift kickoff, roland made his way slowly down the rink's edge with you following quickly behind him.

"you're doing great!" you smiled at him, skating in front of him now. "now try and do that again but with the other foot."

"okay," roland nodded again. he was staring at his feet as he moved his other foot, moving closer towards you as he grinned widely. "i'm doing it!"

"yes!" you clapped your hands together happily for your boyfriend.

roland skated over to you and grabbed your hands, now becoming the one leading you and skating around the place with happy laughter erupting from the two of you.

"you were right my dear, this is fun!" roland smiled as he skated around.

"i told you!" you responded. "you just have to get over that initial fear and then you're great!"

roland skated in a circle around you as you moved further down the rink, grabbing your hand and spinning you around with giggles escaping from your lips.

after a few spins, roland pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead with a bright smile. "thank you for doing this with me, y/n."

"of course," you smiled up at him. "i know you don't get to do much, so this is at least something."

"something great indeed," roland then pecked your lips. "now c'mon!" he started to skate again only to fall.

his hand which was still holding onto yours resulted in you falling as well, letting out a yelp as you landed on top of roland. staring down at his shocked expression, you couldn't help but start laughing. he did soon after, holding onto you with a smile still on his face.

"i think we can go home now," you patted his chest.

"i believe so as well," roland nodded, kissing you again.

#vanitas no carte #case study of vanitas #vanitas no carte x reader #vnc #vnc x reader #roland fortis #roland fortis x reader #roland x reader #25 days of winter event #request

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genshindsau · 3 months

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AU's and Fandoms

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1) Genshin Consort AU

Synopsis: Reader is a royal in the imperial family. The reader will eventually become the empress. Many of the males that are characters in Genshin Impact will be either consorts or concubines.

Information: It is not exactly a open-ended reader who doesn't have any pre-determined qualities. However, I try to refrain from mentioning skin color, hair, or any features. Only exception is the eyes of the reader which are a blood red due to the background. Also the reader is able to alter their body type by means of magic so I describe the reader as having both male and female sex organs.

The reader's personality has some distinct qualities. I try not to set them in stone but due to the history and the experiences of the reader that comes from my AU, there are certain personality quirks.

Fandoms: Genshin Impact

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2) Dom/Sub AU

Synopsis: During puberty individuals are determined to have a secondary gender. There are Doms, Subs, and Neutral. Both Dom's and Subs take up about 10% of the population. The remaining 80% are neutrals/switches. Genders like female and male do not determine the secondary gender. Set in modern universe or canon universe. Only Dom!reader accepted. Characters can be any gender.

Fandoms: Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Vanitas No Carte, Demon slayer.

Commands: These are a vital part in any relationship between a Sub and a Dom. The Dom will give out commands that can range from simple, sexual, or anything else the two agree on beforehand. The sub will then follow the commands.

Relationships: Not every pairing has to be romantic in nature. As long as everyone who is involved gives their consent, it can be primarily a sexual relationship or just a physical relationship in order to fulfill their instincts that come with their secondary gender.

Contracts: These are for more serious relationships. Again, it does not have to be romantic but the Dom and the Sub are more closely bound to each other. There is usually an actual paper document that is signed for more professional Dom/Sub relationships but more intimate one do not always have a more formal contract. Once a contract is agreed on, it is much more important to remain vigilant in terms of giving out commands, spending time together, giving/getting aftercare, etc. If they fall behind on their relationship and what they agreed on, it can result in sickness, dissociations, disorientation, sub or dom drop, etc.

Collars: Should be the most important and intimate endeavor when it comes to a Sub and Dom. A Dom collaring the sub binds them together. The collars can be a piece of jewelry or an actual collar. However, if both agree, dom's can be a given a 'collar' as well.

#genshin au #consort au #empress au #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail au #hsr au #vanitas no carte #vnc x reader #vnc au #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer au #ds au

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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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svgvru · 6 months

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓! since its NNN, im doing a fluffy or angsty event thingy. (i will be making a smutty fic on that). so...FLUFFVEMBER OR WHUMPVEMBER whatever the fuck you want to call it. regardless, there's gonna be one fic for every week, (maybe two if i'm feeling spicy) plus a fic on the last day of the month. but im not going to push myself this month. regardless, angst prompts and fluff prompts will be listed below (these will be used in the future).

just request a prompt (up to five) with any character thats in my fandoms list. here's the form to fill out!

𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙

1. "we can be sick together." 2. "your problems are my problems, okay!" 3. "i'm always here for you, i need you to know that." 4. "can we do that again? my eyes were closed." 5. "i love you." 6. "yes, i unfortunately love this idiot." 7. "your lucky you're cute." 8. "you and only you." 9. "oh? do i make you blush?" 10. "a hug . . . i want a hug." 11. "you don't need to do anything, i've got you . . . just say yes." 12. "you're everything to me." 13. "my place, is by your side." 14. "you're the only one who—the only one who's made me feel like . . . this." 15. "you're special. i can feel it." 16. "my heart yearns for you, and you only." 17. "if you can't find a reason to live, live for me." 18. "nah, your stuck with me." 19. "are you sure about this?" 20. "i have never been so sure about how i feel than now." 21. "it think i deserve a reward . . . maybeee a kiss?" 22. "do you want my jacket?" 23. "trust me, i can read you like a book." 24. "i've missed you." 25. "i am never leaving you, understand?!" 26. "just—just a little longer, please?" 27. "aren't you handsome? well, i mean your not handsome—wait no! i mean you are handsome! but i didn't mean it in a—well maybe i kinda did . . . just—! im gonna shut up . . . " 28. "the second you flashed that smile, i fell in love." 29. "you're my favorite . . . everything." 30. "i've got this, you rest." 31. "Just close your eyes . . . i promise you, it'll be all over soon." 32. "oh. oh." 33. "as much as i hate to say it! . . . i need you . . ." 34. "you're love is like a blanket . . . and fortunately i'm always cold." 35. "i will always choose you. whether it be over someone else, or the world. it will always be you."

𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧

1. "i loved you . . . " 2. "you were everything to me . . . " 3. "i can't—i can't do this anymore." 4. "no, you're a widow (can be replaced with anything) who's taken her grieving too far." 5. "i guess i was too niave . . . " 6. "why did you make me fall for you?" 7. "nope . . . what i've fallen for is a lie." 8. "you don't get nor desreve a second chance!" 9. "guess i'm just the rebound . . . " 10. "you . . . turned me into this." 11. "i can't fight anymore . . . i wan't to lose this battle. please let me lose . . . " 12. "i wish you were gay . . . " 13. "i wish you were a girl." 14. "what if . . . what if i just let it kill me?" 15. "we aren't—good for each other . . . not anymore." 16. "you're not good enough for me." 17. "oh. oh." 18. "what are we if we aren't together?" 19. "i . . . I HATE YOU!" 20. "you lied to me . . . ?" 21. "my heart, my soul, my body . . . all of it to you. and you fucked (/fell for) someone else?!" 22. "you promised me . . . " 23. "im so sorry. im so so sorry!" 24. "i couldn't keep my promise . . . " 25. "please—please don't leave!" 26. "i never should've let you in." 27. "what makes you think you still have that privilege?" 28. "you can't leave and then demand something from me . . . " 29. "you broke me so devoid of care, threw me away like a toy . . . and you want me to welcome you back?" 30. "no . . . you lost me." 31. "oh? well where's that bitch?" 32. "you thought that wouldn't hurt me?" 33. "i . . . i hope they make you smile." 34. "no. this—is not who i fell in love with. you are no longer my husband/wife and i am no longer your husband/wife." 35. "give me my ring . . . you don't deserve to wear it."

more prompts are likely to be added! if there are requests, then i will update this post to have a masterlist! 2/5 SLOTS FILLED.

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sirenascales · 2 years

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Object of Desire [18+]

You had to ask your crush for a favor.

Vanitas x Vampire!F!Reader

3,325 words

cw: SMUT, nsfw, unprotected sex, scary elements??? not bad tho, blood drinking, biting

note: i tried lmfao pls tell me what you think ilu

The sky looking as beautiful as it did, with the bright sun and a sea of undisturbed blue, would normally put you in the best of moods as you made your way towards Hôtel Chouchou, where you worked. There was a haste in your step, your short heels clicking against the concrete as you swerved in and out around other passerbys.

"Amelia." Your sudden call of your friend's name as you entered the hotel made the woman jump in slight fright, her face growing concerned once she saw you. The vampire put down what she was doing, her eyebrows pinched in worry.

"What's wrong?"

Grabbing her wrist, you dragged Amelia to the nearest stairwell, making sure no one was around before you whipped to face her, making the woman jump again.

"Wh-what's wrong?" she asked again, getting a bit freaked out. "Do you need blood?"

You shook your head, your heart hammering in your chest. "I need to ask you something, Amelia, and I'm sorry but it will make you uncomfortable..." You hated to have to bring this up with her, knowing just what she had been through, but it was urgent, and you feared you would run out of time. "It has to do with... curse bearers."

Amelia gasped, clamping a hand over her mouth in shock as she stepped back away from you. "Are you...?"

"No! No," you shook your head, already feeling tears burn in your eyes. "It's my sister... I think she may have become one. She's been acting strange lately, feeling sick and just..." you worried your bottom lip, Amelia frowning as she hugged herself. "I'm so sorry... you're the only one I could turn to..."

"You want me to ask Vanitas to help your sister?" Amelia figured it out quickly and you nodded your head in affirmation.

"Like, he knows you, Amelia. I've only seen him around the hotel, so I didn't think I could ask him outright..."

"Honey... It's what he does. He will help you and you know it." Amelia grabbed your hand, giving it a tight squeeze."But I'll take you to him."

You sighed in relief. "Thank you."

"So your sister is a curse bearer, hm?" the black haired man before you asked, putting a hand to his chin in thought. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, face heating up as you tried not to stare too hard at the handsome doctor before you. You looked over to his companion, a man with brown skin and white hair, who looked concerned as you told them about your sister.

"And when did you say your sister started to behave strangely?" Noé asked.

"I'd say around a week ago," you answered with a frown. "I told her something was wrong, but she just ignored me."

"She's probably afraid," Vanitas commented, crossing his arms over his chest. He turned to you, his hourglass earring tinkling very faintly. "And I'm sure she has become a curse bearer."

Even though you already knew it deep down, Vanitas' declaration was still a shock to you, and it took you all of your strength to stop yourself from begging him.

"Please, monsieur, help my sister."

It didn't take much convincing for Vanitas to agree to help you, and soon you were leading the two men to your home you shared with your sister. Against your request, Amelia walked with you, wanting to be of support.

"See, I told you he would help you. You just need to stop being so shy," Amelia said with a smile, ignoring your pointed glare at her as you two walked on. Amelia just giggled softly holding your hand. "You should talk to him more after this. How else would you get close to him?"

"Shut up," you hissed, glancing back over your shoulder. The men were talking to each other, oblivious to the conversation. Yeah, it was true that you admired Vanitas from afar, and how could you not? He was beautiful, and you just knew in your heart that his blood had to be delicious. "Says the one who always has heart eyes for Noé."

Amelia squeaked and you just smirked at her, turning your nose up as you led the party the rest of the way to your home. It was modest and quaint, perfect for two women to live together.

"Here we are, she should still be in bed," you said as you led them inside, fretting a bit as you called to your sister. "Souer, I have someone here who could help you." You walked into her bedroom, frowning when she didn't answer your call, and seeing that she wasn't in bed.

"She's not here," Noé commented, looking around concerned. Your heart started to hammer again as you frantically started to look around the house. You checked the washroom, your own bedroom, and had just opened your closet door when you heard Amelia scream from your kitchen. You sprinted there, nearly knocking the men over as you burst into the kitchen.

The sight there made your heart drop. Amelia was sobbing, covering her face with her hands. Noé gently grabbed her to comfort her, while you and Vanitas stared at your sister. She was huddled on the floor of the kitchen, her nightdress disheveled, hair in a disarray and her face twisted in such a way, it terrified you. You stepped back, the sounds coming from your sister's mouth as her fangs glistened dangerously shaking you to your core.

"Alright," Vanitas started, stepping up to the vampired with not a drop of fear in him. He pulled out a strange grimoire, and one glance at it already had you knowing exactly what it was. Vanitas smirked, staring down your sister with those piercing blue eyes of his. His grin had grown wider, showing off his sharp teeth. "Come get me."

Your sister let out an ear piercing screech, jumping up and coming right for the doctor. You couldn't help but turn your back and fall to your knees, screwing your eyes shut and covering your ears with your hands to muffle out any noise.

You stayed like that for a while, whimpering and just waiting for it to be over. Then, there were arms hugging around you, and you gasped when you looked up and saw your beautiful sister, back to normal and smiling down at you.

"I've restored to you your true name," Vanitas said, closing the Book of Vanitas and setting it away. He watched as you gently touched your sister's face, eyes swimming with tears. "Now that that's done, we have to- oof!"

As he spoke, you had shot up to your feet, storming over and pulling Vanitas into a tight hug. He froze in your arms while the others were shocked, watching with wide eyes.

"Thank you so much," you whispered as you held him tight, still crying as your sister covered her mouth and giggled softly.

"You'll have to excuse her... she's always been a bit too bold..." she said as you pulled away, smiling at Vanitas brightly.

"I don't know how I can thank you properly," you said to him, getting over any of the shyness you had around him. "You saved her life. Thank you so much."

Vanitas just waved his hand dismissively, stepping away. "You don't have to thank me at all. It is my job to help the vampires."

"We should go," Noé said, Amelia having calmed down some. "Amelia needs to rest and I'm sure your sister needs it too."

You nodded, going back to tend to her while Noé led Amelia out your home. Vanitas followed them, stopping to give you one last lingering look before continuing on.

The incident was obviously reported to Count Orlock, who then proceeded to place your sister to work as a live-in maid at the hotel, just like Amelia. You didn't like that, and you missed having your sister live with you at home, but there wasn't much you could do about it.

So you just went on with life, a few weeks passing by without incident. You worked hard as usual, always happy to see Vanitas and Noé (and Murr) whenever you got the chance to. You still felt a bit shy around Vanitas, and he was a rather interesting character to be around, to say the least. Still, you did try to get to know all of them, happy that you had new friends in your life.

You still had that silly crush on Vanitas. That wasn't going away any time soon, even with how annoying he actually was. But it was enough to make you laugh, make you like him more.

"You are so annoying," you gritted your teeth at him one night after your shift was done. You were just going to walk home, but Vanitas just had to invite himself to walk with you. "I can walk by myself."

"Nonsense! What kind of gentleman would I be if I left a weak, unsuspecting woman to trek in the darkness by her lonesome!" Vanitas responded, putting a hand to his chest in a dramatic fashion. You glared at him, briefly wondering why you even liked him.

"I can and will kill you right now, Vanitas."

"Oh, but you would miss me too much, non?"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest as you continued on your walk home. The banter between you and the human continued until you made it home, frowning as you grabbed your keys.

"The house seems way bigger now that my sister doesn't live here anymore," you said with a deep sigh. "I know I get to see her every day, but I can't sleep peacefully now that I'm alone..."

"Maybe you should rent your room out?" Vanitas suggested and you wrinkled your nose at him.

"Ew, no. I don't want anyone in my house."

Your response earned a loud burst of laughter from the doctor, his head thrown back. Your eyes zeroed in on his neck, and you wondered... would he?

You shook your head quickly, looking over when you heard a commotion from your neighbors. A woman had fallen, and had cut herself on her leg. You didn't have a huge hunger for blood or anything like that, but the sight of it still made your mouth water. It wasn't like you needed it, but you still wanted to desperately sink your fangs into the neck of the man beside you.

"Goodnight, Vanitas. Thanks for walking me home," you said quickly, wanting to get away quickly.

"Damn, you want me gone that quick? I should be insulted, right?"

"It's not that," you replied, looking back at him. He took in the heated look on your face, and his lips twitched up a bit. "I just don't think you'd appreciate me attacking you right now."

"Wow! You are bold!" Vanitas exclaimed, excitement on his face. "But I don't think you get to decide that, right, mademoiselle?"

Your eyebrows shot up before you scoffed, walking into your home. "Just leave." You tried to close the door, but Vanitas just pushed it right back open, giving you a look that sent chills down your spine.

"I don't want to." Vanitas slammed your door shut, and you watched as he turned the lock. He then started to stalk towards you, making you step back quickly until you hit the wall. "Let's stop dancing around each other. We're not at the hotel now," he continued on, leaning in close and pressing his hands against the wall. You were trapped now, Vanitas' blue eyes now staring into yours, pinning you in place. "There's no need to hold back, right?"

You gulped, your mouth falling open some as you breathed heavily. Your fangs protruded a bit, your heart pounding as you took in Vanitas' scent. Here he was, serving himself on a silver platter. Vanitas put a hand to your cheek and you whimpered softly, face getting hot. Not only was your thirst for his blood got stronger, but your longing for him did as well, your body trembling. Still, you couldn't hold yourself together for too long, and you grabbed Vanitas' coat, pulling him in and pressing your lips to his.

You felt him smirk against your lips before he kissed you back, and you didn't expect such ferocity and heat from him. It left you breathless, your body slumping against the wall as he pulled back after a moment. "You taste so sweet..." Vanitas purred into your ear, gripping onto your hip tightly. You gasped, letting Vanitas lead you from against the wall to your bedroom.

He made himself quite comfortable on your bed, pulling you down to straddle his lap. He pulled you into another heavy kiss, his hands moving up and down your back before they traveled the rest of your body. Your entire body burned, his hands working wonders even through your clothes.

Your need for him just grew, and as you tried to get him to undress, Vanitas stopped you, easily overpowering you to now have you on his lap again a few moments later, completely nude, while he was still dressed.

"That's not fair..." you complained, moaning softly as Vanitas kissed along your jaw and neck. His actions were enough to turn your brain to mush, making you forget it all as he claimed your mouth again, hands fondling your sensitive breasts. You panted, head tilting back, breaking the kiss but Vanitas just proceeded to kiss on your chest.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, you just couldn't take it anymore. Vanitas pressed his hand to the back of your head, pressing your face against his neck. Moaning, you wasted no time and sunk your fangs into his skin, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You were right. Vanitas was delicious, his warm blood pouring into your mouth. Vanitas had moaned, his body going rigid as his face twisted into one of pleasure, his face flushed red. You pulled away, licking your lips clean as you took in his face. You were sure yours looked the same, and with a hand pressed to his chest to make him look at you, you lost all sorts of manners and decorum as you spoke.

"Vanitas... I need you to fuck me."

"Tch," Vanitas' smile was almost mad as he grabbed your face, maneuvering you around until you were on your back, legs spread and looking oh so divine. You were shaking with anticipation, watching Vanitas unfasten his pants, pulling them down just enough to expose himself to you. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, body trembling at the mere thought of having him fill you up.

"That look on your face drives me crazy," Vanitas groaned, stroking himself a few times and marveling at how your chest heaved up and down. He licked his lip, pressing a thumb to your clit and chuckling when your hips bucked, a low moan leaving your delicious mouth. "I love it when people so put together lose themselves like this... hm..."

"Vanitas..." you whined, his slow, teasing rolls of his thumb on your clit not nearly enough to ease your growing need. "Please, hurry up..."

Vanitas tutted at you, shaking his head. "I let you drink my blood. The least you can do is let me play with you for a bit." His grin was wicked, eyes shining in want and amusement as you whined and fidget underneath him. It sure was a sight to see. He still circled your clit with his thumb, his other hand keeping your legs open as he continued to play with you, watching you writhe as your sweet moans filled the air.

Your mind was hazy, vision blurred with tears at Vanitas' teasing. You sucked in a breath, the coil of pleasure growing slowly in your belly while Vanitas leaned down to kiss on your chest again, laving at your breasts. Glancing down, you see the two puncture holes you bit into his neck, that hunger and thirst rearing its head again.

You couldn't take this anymore. He was going to kill you at this rate. Groaning deeply, your eyes flashed red and you flipped him over, Vanitas now on his back with you straddling him, hands on his chest. He grinned up at you.

"I've had enough of your teasing," you hissed at him, reaching down between you two to grab his cock. "I need you now."

"Then have all of me," Vanitas whispered back, and you moaned softly, lining him up to your entrance before you started to sink down on him slowly.

You two hissed simultaneously, your head tilting to the side as your eyes closed. He already felt so good, making you feel so full as you slowly sunk down on him. Your hot walls squeezed around Vanitas' cock, making his back arch off the bed as he grabbed your hips. Just as impatient, he pulled you down onto him fully and you cried out, hands clenching his shirt tightly.

"Vanitas!" you squealed, voice high. Your hands shook as you placed them firmly in his chest, his hands squeezing your hips spurring you on. You slowly started to ride him, his cock sliding in and out of you delicious with up and down motion of your hips. Looking down at him, Vanitas looked as blissed out as you felt, his hair spread wildly on the sheets, his cheeks flushed with a smile on his face.

"You look absolutely stunning," he cooed at you, blue eyes shining, his own moans leaving his pretty mouth. He didn't know where to look; your pretty face, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, or where your bodies were joined, it was all breathtaking.

"I want to taste you again," you gasped out, letting out a squeak when Vanitas thrust his hips upwards. He did it again, and again, using his grip on your hips to pull you down on his cock, hitting you deeper and making you see stars. The bed creaked, moans and cries filling the air.

You grabbed Vanita's collar, almost ripping it as you yanked it to the side. With him still fucking into you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head before you bared your fangs, sinking them again into his neck. He gasped sharply, his gasp then turning into a whine as you sucked his blood, his thrusts faltering. With one more harsh thrust, he keeps a death grip on your hips, keeping you still as he cums deep inside of you, moans coming out strangled as his body shakes with pleasure.

The warm blood filling your mouth has your body tingling, feeling Vanitas cumming inside of you triggering your own orgasm. You broke away, some blood dripping down your chin as you cried out in euphoria.

"Oh my God..." you gasped, body trembling. You leaned down, licking the small droplets of blood from Vanitas neck, the man underneath you still shaking. He held you close, not even allowing you to move an inch.

Though you did eventually, the two of you separating and tiredly falling side by side on the bed. You glanced over, watching Vanitas situate himself back in his pants, his eyes closed and face still flushed.

"Are you okay...?" you asked softly, earning a tired smirk from the man beside you.

"I have honestly never felt better," Vanitas answered, turning his head to finally look at you. "I am enraptured."

That made your face go hot and you quickly whipped your head away, hugging yourself, seeing as you were the only one naked. "Yeah... well..."

Vanitas laughed, that same obnoxious laugh as he reached over, a bit roughly grabbing your face to press a kiss on your lips. "You're so cute."

You groaned, playfully shoving him away. "Shut up! Get out."

He laughed again. "Oh, mon chéri, not a chance~ ♡"

-End

Thanks for reading! I love you

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Vanitas Can't Stop Kissing You

Pairing: Vanitas x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, teasing, slightly suggestive at the end

A/N: Fluffy commission with the prompt takes from this list.

78. "You're cute when you get like that."

The first thing you were met with when you visited his room was Vanitas pulling you into a kiss, "Good morning to you, my darling. Have you missed me that much you needed to see me so early." He started pulling you into his room, his eyes glimmering with clear intent of not leaving it for the rest of the day.

"V- We-" You had a hard time pulling away, not because of his grip on you but because of how enticing it would be to stay in his room, in his bed all day. "We have a meeting for our next mission!" You shouted louder then you needed to and ran out the room before he could change your mind.

The meeting went... okay. "Hold still darling." His lips were back on yours again, for the nth time today. From morning to now, he didn't stop kissing you. Vanitas held your hand the whole meeting, he looked at you like he wanted something, and now you knew what it was, "There we go, much better."

You rolled your eyes at his Cheshire smirk, you didn't want it to get to your heart and your head just before a mission. "You can't get enough of me today, can you?" Vanitas laughed and pulled you against him, dipping you down for another kiss before waltzing out the door, leaving you with your face hot and lips aching for the next kiss he would give you.

After the mission, where he also kisses you quite a few times, he led you to his room, "I'm not letting you leave this time." This time he closed the door as he walked you into his room. This time you opened your mouth for his tongue. "You're cute when you get like this."

"Shut up. You've been riling me up all day. It's your fault I couldn't focus on the mission." You pulled at his bowtie and pushed his cape off his shoulders, "You're finally gonna get what you wanted." Vanitas grinned into the kiss as he pushed you to the bed next, climbing on top of you and fully ready to take responsibility for riling you up.

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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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fairy-writes · 6 months

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Helloo I stumbled across your blog and omg I love everything you have written so far<3 i saw your open requests so I was wondering if you would like to write something for Roland from vnc, like a little scenario of reader (human, civil), who is his crush, wrapping his neck in her scarf when she takes a walk and sees him going on a patrol around Paris in winter without his jacket (he probably forgot it or gave it to someone as a kind person he is).

Write it however you feel comfortable with (or don't), I would prefer reader be female but I don't mind nonbinary.

Thank you for your time, drink some water and have a nice day/night <3

DANCING SNOW

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): The Case Study of Vanitas

Pairing(s): Roland Fortis x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, FLUFF, Reader is implied to be smaller than Roland

Notes: Thanks for liking what I have written so far! I love writing for Roland!

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The snow was gentle. Falling from the sky and dancing through the air like ballerinas. You bury your nose in your scarf and tug on your gloves as you walk through the streets of Paris.

Why you had decided to go on a walk in this weather was a mystery. Even to you. But you were a good twenty minutes from home, so you might as well deal with the cold and continue on your way. You’d get back to your home eventually.

All of a sudden, you hear your name and turn. You know this voice. And already, your ears are beginning to heat up.

Roland.

Without his coat.

He’s jogging over, dressed in nothing but his button-down and trousers, boots heavy against the cobblestone. His weapon is strapped to his back via a holster of sorts and looks none too comfortable. He’s waving enthusiastically, and people are staring.

“Where’s your coat?” Is the first thing out of your mouth when he is within speaking (not shouting) distance. He slows to a halt in front of you and grins,

“I forgot it. I was in a rush this morning and didn’t think to put it on.” He says smoothly, and you roll your eyes.

“Sure you did.” Now he looks hurt,

“I did!”

You huff and turn away, but Roland follows along, chattering happily about something or other. But you can tell he’s shivering. Durandal is rattling in his holster, and you can’t help but feel bad.

But he wouldn’t fit in your coat. But you also didn’t want him to get too cold.

So you stop.

He stops, confusion, decorating his handsome features like Christmas tree lights. You unwrap your scarf from around your neck. It’s chilly, but you’re on a mission. You reach up and wrap it carefully around Roland’s neck. He freezes and watches you with wide green eyes. Once the long article of clothing is snuggly wrapped around Roland, you step back with a sheepish grin.

“I can’t have you freezing on me now, can I?” You tease in an attempt to lighten the tension between you two.

Why is it so tense?

Roland seems to snap out of whatever stupor he’s in, and his brilliant grin lights up your world.

You want to kiss him. Badly.

All of a sudden, Roland’s name is called, and the two of you jump away simultaneously. Had he been leaning in?

No…

That’s preposterous!

He wouldn’t feel like that toward you.

You spot Olivier scowling as he makes his way through the thin crowd. At least he had the decency to wear a coat in the snow. The white flakes stand out brilliantly against his black hair.

“Olivier! You found me!” Roland exclaimed, and the other Paladin pinched the bridge of his nose.

“No thanks to you.” He muttered and grabbed the back of the scarf, and proceeded to haul Roland away with a gruff “We have to finish patrolling this sector.”

You stand dumbfounded as Roland waves a happy goodbye, chattering about something you can’t hear, and you can practically see Olivier deflate in annoyance.

But, ultimately, your neck is cold, and you decide to head home finally.

Only for Roland to show up on your doorstep several hours later, scarf in hand.

“Thank you! I would have frozen to death without this!” He says dramatically as you open the door and you smile,

“Now you’re just being dramatic.” You tease him, and he laughs jubilantly. It makes your heart flutter.

It doesn’t take long for Roland to make himself at home inside your humble little abode. Durandal is leaning up against the corner of your doorway. His shoes are placed neatly by yours. Roland is playfully hip-checking you in the kitchen as you get mugs of hot cocoa ready. The room is filled with laughter as you do it right back.

On one particular attempt, you nearly slip in your socks, and he grabs your hips to steady you. There’s nothing in your hands, so you grip the fabric of his button-down to make sure you don’t fall over. He’s watching you with an expression you can’t quite place, and you simply stare up at your best friend. You are close enough that you can count the freckles on his cheeks.

You really want to kiss him.

And almost as if he’s reading your mind, Roland leans down and presses the most gentle kiss you could imagine to your lips. You respond almost too eagerly, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt as he pushes you back against the counter. His strong hands trail until they are holding the small of your back. His lips are still cold from being out in the frigid air, but you don’t mind.

You don’t stop moving your lips against Roland’s until you have to break for air. When you do, he’s looking at you with what you realize is love.

“Perhaps I should forget my coat more often.” He quips, and all you can do is laugh and pull him in for another kiss.

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almond-t0fu · 9 months

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Why is it that I can't read anything in 1st person pov? It feels weird and it's even more hard to read when it's a x reader fic or something. "I walked towards the door" no, it doesn't feel the same as "they walked towards the door". The second sentence feels more reader insert-y than the first one one.

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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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