#vanitas kisses his lips

[callilemon]

Silly comic based off a Tiktok I saw 🤣🥰💋

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

A wide smirk finds its way to his face when he sees how your face twitches with pain as you struggle to get up. You look so cute, trying to suck it up and act all tough; but with the way his eyes are surveying you? You won't get your way out of this one.

"Awwww, is my darling feeling a bit sore?"

His voice is so lively and vivid that you don't have to bother to know that he's enjoying himself, and from how his playful smile is getting wider and wider.

He chuckles when you throw him a blanket- which he catches in the air with no attempt-, and when you finally feel motivated enough to get off the bed, his hands suddenly pull you back down, caging you in his arms as he presses your face on his chest.

"Well, I'm sorry love; but you're the one who was begging for more after all, remember? You can't possibly think that I'll hold myself back when you look at me with your pretty eyes like that, hmm?"

You know you should kick him and get away from his stupid smug ass; but, it's just that... He feels so warm, so comfortable when he pulls the blanket up to your neck again and presses you in his arms harder. His soft lip peppering your neck is not helping at all; it only makes you face the reality of how much you crave his touch, his attention, anything that comes from him.

So you swallow your pride, hide your face in the crook of his neck as you let out a small sigh. There's nothing else you can do when his embrace feels this safe and welcoming, right?

His hand runs through your hair as he presses one last kiss to your forehead, making your heart flutter at how caring he actually is.

"Stay with me a bit more, sweetheart. Then we'll go and take a bath together, hmm? How does that sound? I know you love it when I wash your hair in the shower. If you behave well I might as well give you a relaxing massage. I mean, I should take responsibility for the mess I made out of you, shouldn't I?"

DAZAI, DAZAI, DAZAI, NIKOLAI, Fyodor, Chuuya, Ranpo, Tachihara, MORI, Suga, KUROO OMG-, Atsumu, Suna, Iwaizumi, OIKAWA, GOJO, Toji, Sukuna, Geto, Light, MELLO, Vanitas, Inosuke, Shinazugawa

[grassbreads]

I've been doing a lot of reading lately about the history of vampires in fiction and how the vampire as we know it today first entered literature, and the subject is honestly fascinating. The traditional folklore around vampires and vampire-like creatures is largely very different from what we'd think of as a vampire today, and it's also very different from how vampires appeared in even their earliest literary incarnations.

For one thing, there's nothing particularly alluring about most traditional vampires. They're bloated corpses that have crawled out of their graves, not dashing mysterious counts in lonely castles. They're not a particularly stylish or sexy monster.

However, from pretty much the moment that western literature first turned to the vampire myth for inspiration, writers saw something in the concept to sexualize. The poem "Der Vampir" (The Vampire) by Heinrich August Ossenfelder is often cited as the first ever true literary depiction of a vampire (published 1748!), and it is about a man corrupting a chaste and religious woman through his unwanted kiss/vampiric bite. John William Polidori's 1819 short story "The Vampyre" is widely seen as the first work to truly codify vampire fiction, and the titular Vampyre Ruthven is in large part inspired by the womanizing Lord Byron. Le Fanu's Carmilla depicts an intense attraction between Carmilla and her victim Laura. Stoker's Count Dracula is a man with overly flushed lips and hair on his palms, marks of Victorian fears of sexuality.

From the very start, vampires in literature have been a sexual monster. They're emblems of the seductive and terrible—the kiss of death that you can't help but be drawn to anyway. A violent forced intimacy that will corrupt you and drain away your very life force. There's a great deal of xenophobia and fear of the un-christian in early vampire fiction as well, but the fear of sex and sexual assault have always been a driver of literary vampires' horror and allure. Writers seem eternally split between desire for the vampire and revulsion at that very lust, even from the moments that the creatures first graced the page.

There's a great tradition of vampiric fiction both using vampirism to evoke sexual predators and making vampires themselves desirably sexy. Thus, given that it is very concerned with sexual assault and bodily autonomy as themes, often uses predation by a vampire to evoke sexual violence, and is deeply horny about vampires and blood drinking, Jun Mochizuki's The Case Study of Vanitas is actually one of if not the best modern successor to the canon of early vampire literature. In this essay, I will

[fallingdownhell]

Hello. I don't know if you take requests but if you don't please ignore this. If you do can you please make a fic with Vanitas and Noè (separately) when reader wakes up after a hot night with them and she sees the scars that she left on his back with her nails. Because she feels bad she cuts her nails short but she loved them long. The boys know that and they notice. How are they comforting reader? And how fast are they noticing? Before another night or only after some hours? How do they take the initiative? (I don't know if this makes any sense. If there are spelling errors I'm sorry. English is not my first language.) Anyway I love your work and your writing. Sorry for the long ask. Again you can ignore it if you don't like this idea. P.S.-Please make it a scenario and not headcanons. (Again. Sorry for the inconvenience and I hope I didn't annoy you. Have a good day.) 🤗

You're good, no need to apologize for anything.

I quite like your request, even though I had a bit of a difficult time making it a scenario rather than headcanons, but I think it turned out okay. Hope you think so as well!

Also, you kept referring to reader as 'she' in your ask, so I went ahead and made this with a female reader in mind. Hope that is okay with you

Characters: Vanitas; Noé

Content: female reader (she/her pronouns); established relationship; suggestive but nothing explicit; use of nicknames (princess, good girl)

Word count: 1,9k words

Hope you enjoy and thank you for your request!<3

Vanitas

You wished you had the ability to turn back time..

Then you could go back a few hours and unsee this image, so the guilt you were feeling right now would stop eating away at you. But as things were right now, you couldn't seem to take your eyes off of your boyfriends back, naked as he stood in the kitchen of your home, making coffee for the both of you.

More specifically, you couldn't tear your eyes away from the scratch marks your nails left all over his back, some even on his upper arm.

You felt incredibly bad for doing this to him, thinking that it must have hurt him quite bad. Why didn't he say anything to you? You MUST have hurt him with this. Why didn't he tell you to stop? Did he not notice? No, he must have. But then... why?

You just couldn't wrap your head around this while also feeling the guilt and shame for doing it. You were so deep in your thoughts you hadn't noticed that you started nipping on your nails. When you did finally notice though, was when an idea came into your mind...

"Here..", your boyfriend, who was now suddenly standing in front of you, said as he held the coffee mug in front of your face. You thanked him as you took it from him, taking a sip to let the bitterness wake you up.

Vanitas sat down next to you on the couch, making himself comfortable then pulled you into his lap. You noticed that he still wasn't wearing a shirt, all his scars caused by you perfectly visible.

Maybe this idea wasn't so bad after all, even though you really weren't happy with it..

Vanitas, who noticed a while ago how deep in thought you seemed to be today, leanded forward a bit to place a gentle kiss onto your shoulder.

"What's the matter, princess? Can't get last night out of your head?"

You just know he had a smirk on his lips even though you couldn't see him right now. You thought about just telling him, but something in you kept you from doing so.

"Kinda, yes..", you admitted instead, giving him a half-truth. He seemed to be satisfied with your answer, leaving you alone after this, enjoying the morning in your presence.

After he left for the day, you pondered a bit more about wether you should really cut your nails or not. You quite liked your long nails and didn't want to part from them, but if the price was hurting Vanitas when you two were getting intimate... that wasn't something you were willing to give up.

So, with a heavy heart, you went into the bathroom and got the scissors, getting to work.

It was hard for you, watching yourself cut them to a much shorter length, but you kept telling yourself over and over that it had to be done. After all, you didn't want to be responsible of hurting him during such a vulnerable time, you didn't want him to just remember a bad time with you every time you got intimate.

After you were done cutting your nails, you decided to put some colour on them if you were already in the process, so why not make them look pretty, at least.

In the end, you were quite satisfied with your end results, even though it felt quite unusual now. Grabbing and holding things now felt entirely different to you, even though you only shortened your nails a bit.

Oh well, nothing you wouldn't get used to within a few days..

That day, when Vanitas returned to your home, you were waiting for him, sitting in the living room and reading a book while waiting. As you heard the door, you abandoned the book and went to greet him.

"Hey, welcome back!", you said, going in for a hug. But as it seemed, Vanitas had differents plans. Instead of induldging you with your affection, he altered your course, pulling you into a kiss that became heated rather quickly.

You were surprised by the turn of events but were quick to melt into his touch, grabbing onto his shoulders as you put one leg around his waist.

At that, your boyfriend deepened the kiss, holding your face in place with both of his hands. You sighed into the kiss, the sound getting swallowed by him.

One of your hands then went into his hair, gripping him tight. You felt your nails scrap against his skin there, but as they were quite shorter now, they shouldn't hurt him anymore.

Vanitas broke off the kiss, breathing heavily. "Something feels different..", he said but then immediately attacked your neck with kisses and bites so that you didn't have a chance to think about his words.

Then, the next second, you were suddenly lifted up from the ground and carried over to the bedroom, where your back hit the mattress. Only a second after, Vanitas was above you, having already gotten rid of his coat and shirt, leaving his upper body bare.

He looked down at you for a few moments, his expression serious but still loving when looking at you, before he dove down onto your neck again.

A surprised yelp escaped your mouth and you gripped onto his shoulders at the sudden feeling, but the action only made him retract from you again.

Confused, you wanted to ask him what was wrong, but before you had the chance to do so, he suddenly grabbed one of your hands, holding it in front of his face.

"Why did you cut your nails?", he asked, sounding almost offended at the realization.

"...because they were too long."

"I thought you liked them that way."

"I do, but.. I was hurting you.."

After confessing to it, you turned your head to the side, not wanting to see his reaction. It took Vanitas a few seconds, but when he connected the dots in his head, he couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips.

"Oh baby..", he said, leaning down to you, taking your chin in his hand, making you look at him. "You didn't have to do that. I quite like it when you scratch all over my back. It's like you're marking your territory, just as I'm doing to you right now."

He latched onto your neck again, sucking a dark, purple spot where his lips connected with your skin.

"Now, promise me that you'll never cut them this short again. You're taking away one of my biggest pleasures from me."

He made you look at him again, and you could clearly tell just how serious he was about this. He actually did enjoy it when you scratch him up..

Not being able to answer, you simply nod and he smiles down at you. "Good girl", he says as he dives down again. Seems like this night is far from over...

Noé

Now this man.. he is absolutely obsessed with you. He is so whipped for you, he would do anything that you ask of him, no questions whatsoever from his side.

If someone were to ask him what he likes most about you, he would look at them with the most straight, neutral expression before saying "Everything", like it's the most obvious answer in the entire universe.

And he means it, he likes everything about you. He has no specific preferences or anything, he just wants you and him to be comfortable with each other, at all times. That also includes when the two of you are getting intimate with each other.

He doesn't have any strong dislikes, he's open to try pretty much anything with you, but he'll tell you when he feels uncomfortable with something. And obviously, he expects you to do the same with him, as well. After all, he wouldn't want to be the reason why you felt unwell around him, especially during such a time.

He noticed early on, when you started getting intimate with each other, that you had a habit of scratching him a bit. He honestly didn't mind it too much. Sure, it hurt a bit, but it wasn't unbearable and he soon found that he actually kinda liked it. It felt like you were putting your claim on him this way, so he wore those scars proudly.

And since your lovemaking was quite regular, he never was without a mark from you, which he quite enjoyed, even though they were usually hidden from sight and only he knew they were there in the first place.

That was until about a week ago. He started to notice that every time you were gripping onto him tightly, boring your nails into his skin, you soon willed yourself to loosen your grip on him.

At first he tried not to think anything of it. Even as the old scars started to fade but no new ones were coming to replace them, he kept his mouth shut, thinking that this was probably just some sort of weird phase and everything would go back to normal soon enough.

But today, when things were getting heated between the two of you again, and he noticed that your grip on him felt different from usual, he finally put a hold to things.

After confirming his suspicion that, indeed, you had cut your nails, he made you sit with him and explain your reason for doing so. It took some time and persuasion from him, but eventually, you let up and told him about how you felt.

How you felt guilty and bad ever since you first saw the scratches you left on his back. How you felt bad for hurting him and that you figured he just never said anything because he didn't want to hurt your own feelings. That he would rather suffer through this than to see you hurt from his words.

To be perfectly honest, Noé was quite disappointed. Not with you, but with himself. It seemed he wasn't communicating with you enough. He failed to tell you how much he came to enjoy you marking him up this way.

So, he was making up on that now, telling and reassuring you that you were not hurting him at all, and that he actually liked when you did that.

At first, you didn't believe him, thinking that he was only saying this to make you feel better about yourself. Maybe you should have just believed him..

Because somehow, your persistance in not believing him made some sort of switch flip inside him, making him feel like he had to prove it to you in some other way then..

That night, he ravaged you like he never had before. Every time you tried to loosen your grip on him, he grabbed you hands, held them in place and told you, commanded you, to dig your nails in, that he can take it and that he WANTS you to do it.

The next morning, you are littered in his own marks all over your body but you were beyond satisfied. This was the best night you had ever had with him. Not to say that you were unsatisfied with him, but maybe you should push him like that more often if that was his reaction to it..

After that, you were convinced of his arguments and you let your nails grow back again.

Once they were back to there original lenght, Noé took it upon himself to kiss each and every knuckle on your hands, keeping eye contact with you the entire time

"Prepare yourself, princess. We have a lot to catch up on.."

[huaenrose]

Vanitas is the type who would point to his own face without saying a word to indicate that Noé's face is covered in tarte tatin, and Noé is the type who, despite being confused, would lean over and press his lips to Vanitas' face because would think that he was asking for a little kiss.

[rierice8]

Idk if u still write but id love for the reader to bite and drink vanitas blood while hes pinned down, panting, whimpering, gripping the sheets, getting hard asf… basically what jeanne did.

OMG DOWN BAD FOR VANITAS- and yes I do still write! Sorry I’ve been in Ireland with my marching band! That’s why I answered so late! We won some parades and it was so much fun, shout out to my roommates. I’m now back home though so I’m back to writing my requests!

But anyways ahem ahem, yes, ahem. I love this request-

Word count: 1234 words

(Not me being a little bit of a simp)

Vanitas x male vampire reader

!!Suggestive content but no smut!!

Synopsis: you were feeling jealous from earlier and craving some blood and Vanitas was taking too long to show up…

Thirsty vampire

You were tired. Rather drained, in fact. Vanitas and Noé had dragged you to another raggedy part of Paris to heal another curse bearer. It was a wild chase, they were quiet and stealthy, especially for a curse bearer. After hours of running back and forth, Vanitas finally managed to capture and cure them. Of course, the woman was rather touchy with your boyfriend after he helped her find her true name. You hated it. Noé had questioned if you were alright because you looked and felt very tense, which you were. Though at the time you had just said you were tired. You swore she’d tried to kiss Vanitas and yes, it made you jealous. It’s even an underestimation to say you were jealous, you were fuming. So clearly now that you’re home and Vanitas is off frolicking with Noé instead of being with you, you’re done. By that you ment pissed beyond belief.

You sat on your bed, waiting for him to show up. Just sitting, and waiting, and sitting, and waiting. You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, tasting the metal of your own blood made you crave a drink.

Almost an hour and a half later, you still sat on the bed, unmoving. You’d sat through sun set and now it was dark outside, yet still, Vanitas was no where to be found. Every minute thst passed you grew more and more upset with him. First he let that curse bearer touch and flirt with him, and then he doesn’t even come back. When the door finally opened at midnight, your eyes were red.

“Oh, wow, it’s already rather late! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting on me and Noé too long,” Vanitas said with his usual catty, carefree voice.

“No, no, not long at all. It’s not as though I waited five hours in this room wondering why you didn’t tell me where you’d gone,” you spat, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in your words.

“And so? Its not like I have to tell you everything I’m doing, when and why. You’re just a jealous boyfriend,” Vanitas laughed annoyingly just to rub in the statement.

“Really? Fine then, I am a jealous boyfriend. I saw that curse bearer drooling over you after you cured her, and you just let her touch you and even try to kiss you. And you didn’t even come back and tell me that you were going off with Noé, nor did you invite me to come,” you began to rant.

“You looked tired,” he shrugged. At that comment you lost it. You grabbed him by the arm and dragged him closer to the bed. You pulled his coat off and undid his collar.

“Slow down, wait! What are you doing?” Vanitas gasped as you trailed your hot tounge over his neck and collarbone. He didn’t do anything to fight you though, so you continued. Finding the perfect place, you bit down. Your fangs penitrating the soft surface of his skin.

“Ah!” He moaned at the feeling. You sucked fervently at his neck, like a man dying of thirst. You pushed him down on the bed one hand gently resting on the back of his neck and the other holding you up. Your knee pushing at his clothed dick.

The motion in itself made Vanitas’ whole body jolt and him to let out a large moan.

“Oh mon dieu- mmmmh!” Vanitas was gasping for air at this point. His long nails were digging into your arms, though not enough that it hurt. You were too overwhelmed with the taste of his amazing blood to care either way. You kept sucking harder and even started to move your knee around.

“Ah! Mmm-mph! Stop— ah! Stop it!” Vanitas moaned into your neck but you couldn’t hear him, you were too focused on drinking from him. You could never get full of his blood, it was yours and only yours. You let your fangs slip out of him and licked up whatever excess blood came from the wound. Vanitas was sweating and panting on the bed sheets. You could feel how hard he was from this alone. He looked at you with his half lidded vibrent blue eyes as though he wanted you to continue. He was undressing you with his eyes.

“If you think that you can pull a stunt like this and then get the relif you crave then you are sorely mistaken. I drank from you for my pleasure and my pleasure only,” you said as you turned around to leave.

“Wait! So you’re just gonna leave then?! Thats not fair,” he said out of breath and in a more whiney tome than normal.

“Yes, I am going to leave. And don’t touch yourself while I’m gone or I’ll ignore you for a month,” you said coldly and walked out of the room. He ran after you and grabbed your arm. You stared back at him emotionlessly. His eyes were so hard to refuse. Vanitas kept eye contact with you before biting off one of his gloves and scratching his neck hard enough it bleed.

“You should probably clean that up, before I have to waste it,” he smirked. Who were you to reject that, it was such a hot display of disregard for his own personal safety. Not even just that, he was too desperate and it was making you feel desperate too. You lent in again and bit him in a new spot now, sucking again as hard as you wanted.

“Mmmmmf— mmf!” he tried to silence his moans with his hand. You let go of his neck and looked at him. You tore his hand from his mouth and instead intertwined your fingers.

“I want to hear everything I make you feel,” you said before gently and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, after it was on the floor, you violently and suddenly bit the other side of his collar. Vanitas’ hair was a mess, just like him. He was panting and moaning so loudly you were sure Noé could hear from the neighbouring room. Vanitas tries to do something, anything, but he fails to even move his hand an inch.

“Nghh- ah!” All that could be heard in the room was a light gulping and Vanitas’ occasional whimpers. When you’d finally decided you’d had your fill, you let go with a sigh. Vanitas was under you panting wildly. His pants had a wet spot, so clearly, he came in his pants.

“Oh? And all I did was bite you,” you laughed. He immediately knew what you were referring to and looked away, still panting.

“Oh shut up, you know you weren’t just biting me,” he said arrogantly, already back to his usual self.

All you did was laugh at his cute disselved state. Blue hair spread all across the bed, three different bite marks adorned his neck and collarbone, his shirt somewhere long forgotten. You trailed your cold hands up his abdomen and watched him shiver with anticipation.

“I can’t stay mad at you, Vanitas,” you whispered.

“Huh, why not? Too pretty, am I?” He said cockily. You laughed,

“Maybe.”

You continued to trail your hands up and down his milky skin.

“What are you doing, mon chérie,” Vanitas asked. You smiled,

“Nothing, just admiring your build,” You whispered. The night ended in a comfortable silence after that.

[honeydazai]

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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[briefpeachdinosaur]

Being in a relationship with Vanitas

anime/manga Vanitas no carte

headcanons on this drama queen and a nsfr part but I put a Warning there too.

He is SO dramatic I love it cuz I'm dramatic ( I would LOVE to date him )

Please ignore the grama mistakes

•he loves to kiss you anywhere honestly

•lips, hands, cheeks, shoulder or neck he is in for all of it

• suprise kisses to get your attention

•do this all on him he will blush so hard and easly

•It's easy to get him blush

•He loves to see how embarrassed you are after you make out with him.

•Like really, he loves the view of your cheeks being tomato Red and breathless because of him ( remember how he looked at Jeanne after he kissed her?)

• if your easy to blush then rip he will take advantage of it

•or if you laugh easly when he tickels you

•he LOVES to have you on his lap he thinks you belonge there

•he also has full control to tickel you or bite/kiss your neck or shoulder

Anyways uhm-

•he is into PDA he always has his arm on your hip, waist, shoulder, hand in Hand or Arm in Arm or press your wrist a little to make you blush...

•He really couldn't care less what anyone thinks tbh

• he is also a polite and respectful King, if your not into PDA he won't push you.

•If you wear glasses or smt rip part 2. He will take your glasses hold them up with a smug smile, where you can't reach them only to make you cling on him to get them ( step on his foot to make you become taller or try to cling like idk what on him to get them) only for him to kiss you on the lips in the end and putting them on you.

• he gives you so many nicknames just to annoy you, he is a trasing bitch but he also loves your name or how you say his Name so he dosen't really want a nickname because he likes the way you say his Name with your shooting voice that sends shivers down his spine because It's like honey, in his ears your voice is sugar sweet.

•he was not very happy to be in acuall love.

• his reaction to him acually being in love with Jeanne was the one he got when he realised he was in love and not had a simple crush on you

•the answer to why is simpel, it's because this guy has many walls around him, I don't really think he likes himself and he has a plethora of personality disorders and there mostly control related bc of the trauma he has and It's not like he dosen't get himself but he dosen't get himself enough.

• It's not suprising honestly, he lost his mother in child birth but it didn't start there it was when he lost his father and friends. I don't think he ever thought something this drastic would happend ( I mean who does that) and not to mention the story of what that crazy ass doctor did to him.

•before he understood the true meaning of love he also liked the control he had over you ( or that what he thought he had over you) cuz your not someone who let's themselfs be controled or just changes for this guy.

• he thought he knew you but you always had something under your sleev up and you began to fall and fall for you.

•I mean how could he not?

•in the beginning he still had his walls around him that made it hard for you to understand him fully

• you don't only Deal with an intelligence, teasing or playful doctor but also with the hurted man he is.

•Remember, he has been through so much, he has trust issues, he literlly dosen't trust anyone ( me too lol)

• He is also scared of losing people close to him, thats why he didn't wanted to be togehter with you and didn't wanted to let you in, in the first place and acually was like "yeah that can't be!" Bc he was scared he lose you

•not to mention he likes to have it in his control so letting go of that was very hard but he knew he had to, to make this work.

•when he realised he is in love with you like, Serously in love he goes through all the stages of denial

•(remember how he reacted when he was in acuall love with Jeanne?)

•he was super shy after that and wanted to not see you cuz he was also very nervous... and scared and didn't know how to act around you anymore

• he thought he was sick and about to die LOL HAHAH

• spoiler: you guys still got togehter LMAFO

•in the beginning of the relationship he was not so shy anymore but still he sometimes got a bit tensed up when you touched him... or just being near him... or being in the same room as him haha

•he got used to it and was then his normal teasing self again after some time but he was more gentle with you, more thoughtful and he droped the act or more likely droped his Maske that he wore around everybody little by little more and more

•being completly vulnerbul was hard for him and it took a lot of time for him so you have to be Patient.

•you have to communicat that he has to tell you stuff about his Plans because he always keeps it to himself and that he can trust you

•This little shit will try to make you leave him

•not only for him but also because of you, he dosen't want to lose you or that you be in danger only because of him

•but your more stubborn then he is and he is secretly thankful that you stay

• you have to communicat that you choose to go with him and face the danger that comes with his job

• he might be silence after that so you say somethink like " Vanitas say something please"

• He understands and knows that a healthy relationship is not only about loving the other person but also about not controlling it, trusting them, understanding them and communicating, being emotionaly and physicaly committed, being there for each one, listening to each other, being there in there lowest points, talking about problems and not being afraid to talk about them, opening up, respecting each other and sloving problems and that also includes having to open up or having unconfortable Talks to slove issues and so on.

•he does tell you more about Plans and even a little of himself but not everything at once. He Shows you more sides of him and acually likes having you around while on a Mission.

•your smart, absolutly Beautiful ( most beautiful person he had ever seen) and strong ( ok if you had no one to train you before he did or if your a human and not a Vampire your probally weaker them him cuz my man is STRONG AS HELL he just dosen't show it all the time, if your however stronger he thinks It's super hot)

•when he is ready to open up about really everything what happend to him then I think It's when he let's it all out, also the emotions he supressed. So be there for him and let him be vulnerable he really needs your comfort bc he has so much unhealed trauma.

•if he falls for someone he FALLS for them

•when he is at his lowest point be there for him.

• Vanitas does the same for you

• with him you don't need to be scared or ashamed about your past, mistakes, feelings or what happend to you, or what you want. He will be very understanding and comfort you the way you like it.

• He will be there for you and listen to you and hug you.

•if you need something like food he will get it to make you feel better.

• if you need space he will give it to you.

• Vanitas is good at cooking and he'll make your favorite food himself when no one does it. He can also clean and he himself is very clean too!

•He will be the one to make your wishes and wants come true, he promised you that.

• He likes it when you compliment him.

• just give him a lot of compliments, some will make him blush a lot too

•if you tease him about it he feels like he is mealting and dying at the same time and he looks like a tomato bc he is so embarrassed about it help-

•dates with him are either in the City and having a lot of fun togehter while you eat and look at all the great places with him.

• or a shopping date, I think he wants you to show him everything you want to buy or wear.

•he is also not afraid to pick something for you because he will buy you everything you want.

•he gives you compliments that are heartfull but he will also give you some to tease you and make you blush a lot.

•he loves to see you that way...

• if you ask him to explain why he likes this ans that about you He will give you a big big explenation about it and you will end up with more confidence and to love that part about you even if you didn't pay attention to it or disliked it before.

•He loves to get to know you more, he wants to know all of you like the back of his hand.

•he will buy you some Roses you want on the date or just randomly.

• expect gifts from him

• he loves how you react to his gifts and hos happy your are about them.

•loves how exited you get on dates or anything you like.

•loves talking to you and listening to you.

•he loves to take you on a date to a place that he found beautiful if It's a very fancy Restaurant that you wanted to go or a place he thought you liked, really anything.

•you guys have a lot of Talks at roof tops. At night when he is not in bed with you and you randomly wake up he is up there.

•you'll cuddle and Gaze at the sky or have deep talks/ random Talks

• He takes care of you and your relationship.

•being in a relationship with vanitas has his ups and downs like every relationship.

•not only is his job dangerous but also he himself can be very hard to Handel

•He is not only your boyfriend, he is also his own human being just like you so it will be hard

•but it will be worth in the end !!!

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This will have some smut in it so Minors do not interact ( I really don't care if your a minor just don't comment then everything is fine ig)

•Tbh a part of me thinks he is a Virgin..

•I don't know why, he seems expirienced with women in the sense of flirting (he is smooth) but also... his scars that he dosen't want anyone to see... but that dosen't mean he never had Sex with someone yk?

•the first time you did it he was super red in the face and nervous but you can decide to think if he took the lead or not I don't make the rules

•he was very gentle and sweet not wanting to hurt you ( or himself )

• He was slow and took his time knowing you have to get used to that feeling and that when he Puts it in it hurts in the beginning so he ask you if your doing okay or if he hurted you

•if you look hurt or made a noise that sounded painful then he will be very worried and ask if your okay

•if you where the one to slowly undress him oh boy-

•he was a tomato

•kiss one of his scars and he feels like his heart will mealt bc how can he deserve such a wonderful person like you???

•anyways I think he is a big switch

•he likes to be on top and hear your moans and see how embarrassed you get or how you want more of him

•if you scrach his back or arms the next day he sees them and acually blushes

•save to say that he loves them and he isn't ashamed to show them off or talk to you about how he loved it (Literlly)

•like he PROUD to have them

•he loves to go down on you and eat you out and might eveb stay a little longer there for the nice view and the noises you make or that he wants you to ask him to continue and give you more.

•his lips are mostly connected with your lips or body and if not his head might be on your shoulder or neck or he just watches you

•he loves the way your voice sounds when he makes you moan or how you say his Name.

•he loves to moan in your mouth or when you moan in his mouth

•might bite you a little

•if you do it on him he is this then 🍅🍅🍅🍅

•i think he can be a big tease too durning the act but he isn't mean or annoying but he wants to make you laugh and long for more

• he is totally in for trying something new if you want to

• if you have a secret kink he WILL try it with you and would be so happy to try it with you like- he is so down bad and has no problems showing it to you

•Save to say that you don't need to be ashamed bc of anything infront of this man he is literlly your save space and he knows your his save space.

• he promised to make all your wishes and dreams come true remember? That also includes when your having Sex with him.

•( i think he wants a friend who has a kink lol, bc the way he always ask everybody if they have a kink Shows it)

•sometimes when you do foreplay he will make you laugh

•you guys probally bump heads every now and then when you do it in a more fun and playful manner that night and laugh a lot.

• will tickel you bc he loves your laugh

•Sex is something that (like everything) needs time and practice and you will see what you like or dislike after time but you have to speake about your likes and dislikes.

• I think he likes someone who is into it just like he is, so if your not feeling it he won't feel it either.

•if however, I was wrong and he is not a Virgin (and you maybe also not a Virgin) then tell him what you like and dislike It's very Important to know what the other person is comfortable with.

•if your on top he is about to pass out cuz you?????? On top of him??!!??? It will leave him breathless and his heart will beat so fast he thinks he will pass out but happy ;)

•he will tell you how good you are and how your so beautiful (it dosen't matter if your on top of him or not he will give you these compliments)

•be it under him or on top of him It's the best view he ever saw in his life

•just imagine you on top of him and oh how your hips move so good again his...

•as your head is going up cuz of the pleasure you feel while he looks up to you and you look down on him again and meet his eyes

•both of you are a red and moaning mess

•he takes you hips in his skilled hands and is now in a sitting Position where your still on top of him and he is now even deeper into your body while your kiss and look at each one. Scrach his arm while moaning inside his mouth and he thinks he will pass out again bc how can he not?

• you guys kiss alot on the lips It's even better ! He thinks, with all the heat that was build up while you come togehter...

•Vanitas is a King of after care.

• He takes care of you after the act.

•like I said he takes care of you, your relationship and after you guys do it.

Okay thats it for now..

I hope you liked it!!!

[24hlevi]

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.

[vampirenigh]

Sadness and guilt

Summary: You got injured and hide it from them.

Characters: Vanitas, Noé.

Warnings: curse words.

Masterlist

Vanitas

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Noé

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[little-diable]

Clementine - Tommy Shelby

Written for my lovely @runnning-outof-time – congrats again on 3k!! I loved the flower garden theme paired with the song "From Austin" by one of my fave singers Zach Brian. This turned out sadder than intended, but I'm not sorry for it. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: A flower garden, their own piece of heaven for Tommy and (y/n) before the war forces them to part ways. A flower garden that may force them to cross paths again, eventually.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, public sex, mentions war, mentions death of a child, mentions death of a loved one, angst, this is quite sad.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!widowed!reader (2.7k words)

“Quiet.” His voice echoed through the night, eyes focused on her frame. He had his hand stretched out for her to take, watching her struggle with her naked feet and the dirt covered seam of her dress. “On the count of three.”

Tommy began to count, tightening his grip on her hand before he pulled her up, helping (y/n) onto the stone wall. Both were heavily panting, sitting in silence for a few seconds before Tommy shot her an excited smirk. He jumped down from the wall, swallowed by the blanket of darkness lingering around them, momentarily leaving (y/n) behind.

“Come, I’ll catch you.” Tommy’s words encouraged her, forcing her to deeply exhale before she jumped into the dark abyss, squealing into the crook of his neck as he caught her, pressing the young woman against his chest. His scent engulfed her, reminding her of tobacco, of tea, and of the melancholic feeling of being homesick. 

(Y/n)’s insides churned, caught in her thoughts. Tommy would leave in a few days, one with hundreds of men that were urged on by the need to defend their home country, ready to die amongst other soldiers. But none of them understood the severity of their situation, none of them truly understood what it meant to die for their country, not taking the shadow of death following them around seriously.

“Don’t cry, we still have time.” His rough voice rang in her ears, eyes forced to meet his piercing ones. Tommy’s soft thumbs wiped away her tears, eyes flickering down to her lips before he pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn’t the first time Tommy had kissed her, and certainly wouldn’t be the last, and yet the kiss didn’t taste of love and longing, no, there was a bitter off-taste to it, once again reminding (y/n) of their fleeting time together. 

He parted from her with a sigh, fingers interlaced with hers as he started pulling (y/n) along. She couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering, admiring the flowers blooming in the garden, hands tingling to reach out to them, wanting to cherish their beauty. The flowers would wither before he’d return, petals falling to the ground like soldiers left to die on the cold warfield, and yet (y/n) found some kind of beauty in the thought of vanitas, in the transience of life. 

“Do you remember the first time you brought me here?” Her question was met with a laugh rumbling through Tommy as they came to halt in the middle of the garden, finding shelter in the veil of night's darkness. He pulled her in once again, forehead pressed against hers, reminiscing in the memories of their past years together. 

“You were so scared they’d find us, could barely pay attention to the flowers.” It had been years since Tommy had first sneaked into the garden, climbing the high walls because of some bet with his brothers. A drunken joke that had guided him into this small piece of heaven. The night he had brought (y/n) here for the first time, he had made a silent promise: one day he’d be wealthy enough to gift her a garden this rich of exotic flowers, of scents only those with enough money would be able to recognise. 

“I am glad you brought me here that day.” A smile tugged on her lips, weight shifted onto her toes to kiss him. The kiss was slow, not rushed by their fleeting time and the adrenaline thumping through their veins, wondering when or if they’d ever be caught trespassing, both were caught in the moment, needing to feel one another before their eventual goodbye would force them to part ways. 

Tommy’s hand toyed with the buttons of her dress, slowly popping them open one by one, not able to stop his smirk from widening. As the last button was opened, she dropped to her knees, eyes staring up at him with a dangerous glint swimming in them, hoping that he’d follow her down to the cold ground. The grass stroked along her arms, trapping her in a field of safety, finally succeeding in making her forget about the future laying ahead of them. For a few moments she was wrapped in the sweet scent of the flowers, of the clementine trees growing around them, a scent forever etched into her memory.

“I love you, and I always will, even if it’s the only thing I can promise.” Tommy murmured the words into the night, hands disappearing beneath the fabric of her dress, shuffling her underwear down her legs. She was soaked, dripping for his touch, not wanting to waste any time on touches she’d forget within the passing moments, clinging onto the emotions the upcoming minutes would push through her body. 

“I love you too, Tommy.” He fumbled with his trousers, freeing his cock before he spat into his hand, pumping himself a few times as (y/n) wrapped her legs around his waist. Both moaned in unison as he connected their bodies, sinking into her tightness like a sailor arriving back home after months away. There was no time to hold still, to admire the beauty she had exposed to him, no time to kiss every part of the body he’d dream of when his nights grew darker. 

Tommy fucked her into the cold ground, leaving marks on her hips with his tight grasp, hoping that his hands would mould against the shape of her body. Her moans left his heart racing, selfishly praying to whoever was listening that no other man would ever manage to make her feel like this, even though he had made his peace with the realisation that another man will eventually warm her bed. If there was one thing he wouldn’t ask her to do, it was beg her to wait for him, he wasn’t as oblivious as the other men his young age, knew well enough of the danger war unleashed upon those fighting for their country. 

Her walls fluttered around his cock, begging him to push her over the edge, needing to let go with his name burning on her lips like a salty breeze whispering secrets. Tommy buried his face in the crook of her neck, teeth grazing along her skin as his hand found her middle, shuffling the fabric of her dress up to her waist. Her bundle of nerves pulsed against his thumb, begging him to pick up the pace of his movements. 

Curses rumbled through (y/n) as she came, letting go with her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched off the grass. Her mind tried to grasp onto the moment, hoping that she’d never forget about the highs Tommy pushed through her, making her tremble beneath him. And as he followed her down the edge, releasing himself inside of her, walls painted white, she felt her thoughts slowly slipping, drowning out the sounds of the night, only focusing on him. 

……

The mansion was quiet, only the sound of (y/n) turning the pages of her book could be heard, filling the study. She had her eyes glued to the words, reading yet another novel her husband had brought home months ago, hoping to see a smile tug on her lips. (Y/n) was deep in thought, sucked into the story as if she was living through it herself, seeing the characters all too vividly. 

She jumped in her seat as the sound of somebody knocking on her door echoed through the house, eyes forced away from her pages. From her seat near the window she could hear the hurried steps of her maid, moving towards the door to greet the men (y/n) was expecting. Once again her eyes wandered back down to her pages, trying to finish the last words of the chapter. 

Her maid called her name, stepping into the study with a polite smile lingering on her lips, murmuring a soft “They are here” towards the reading woman. And with a sigh leaving her, (y/n) closed the book, tugging on her dress to shake off the wrinkles. Her eyes found the garden laying to her feet, a place once filled with loving memories she was now running from. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat forced (y/n) to turn towards her guests, freezing as her eyes found an all too familiar pair of blue eyes. She hadn’t known who would come by to talk about the property, had trusted her neighbour’s words, promising the woman that he knew just the right person to buy her mansion. Tommy’s name left her, spoken into the quiet study like a whisper leaving her in the depth of the night. 

“(Y/n), it’s good to see you again.” Even though his eyes were all too familiar, his voice had nothing comforting to it, not soft like it once had sounded, rather rough, similar to the cold gaze he now wore to stare her down. “Is your husband around? I was told he was looking to sell the property.”

“My husband’s dead, Thomas.” Wrapped in a thick silence, the two stared at one another, eyes only breaking their contact as Arthur pushed past Thomas, opening his arms for the woman he had once loved like a sister. The hug made tears well up in her eyes, clinging to the man she had known ever since she had been a child, the man whose wellbeing she had prayed for. 

“I’m sorry about your loss, love.” Arthur squeezed her hand before he stepped away from her, allowing her glassy eyes to find Tommy’s once again. He had pushed a cigarette between his lips, blowing out a thick blanket of smoke before he took a step closer, and another, sinking down in the chair she had been sitting on minutes ago. 

“Why are you trying to sell this place?” Her insides screamed at her to move closer, wanting to feel Tommy’s hands pressed against hers, and yet she didn’t dare move. (Y/n)’s trembling hand wiped away her falling tears, deeply exhaling as she was trying to find the strength to reply, thoughts running wild. It had been years since she had last seen the two of them, years she had spent waiting for their return, and yet the relief of seeing them again had never come, not receiving one message from Tommy. 

“It’s too big for me, I have no need for so many rooms, and the flower garden is too much for me to care for. There’s nothing left to stay here for, I’m leaving for America next Saturday.” Tommy seemingly tensed at the mention of the garden, eyes wandering to the window. It took him a moment to snap into motion, to rise from his seat and to walk up to the doors leading out into the garden. She watched him step outside, silently following with Arthur lingering behind. 

“You never wrote to me, not one single letter. We were waiting for you to come back to us.” (Y/n)’s murmurs were swallowed by the deep exhale leaving his pale lips, finishing his cigarette with a tired expression lingering on his features.

“We?” A whisper quiet as the night he had last brought her to the flower garden, filled with nothing but memories and confessions. Tommy started walking, slow enough for her to follow him, allowing her to watch him take in the blooming flowers, fingers darting out to stroke along the colourful petals. (Y/n) averted her gaze, heavily swallowing as she stroked her hand along the fabric of her dress. 

“We had a little girl. Clementine Shelby, at least that’s what she should have been called.” Her throat began to tighten up, heart breaking in her chest all over again, overwhelmed by the pain clashing through her. Tommy didn’t reply, he stared at her with dilated pupils, begging her to keep on talking, to tell him of their daughter’s fate, not expecting her next words to rip his soul from his fleshcage, evaporating into nothingness like the love he had once clung to. “Her lungs were weak, ever since she was born, but I had hope that we’d find some safety away from the city, away from the constant fear, and the news that kept growing worse. But her lungs weren’t made for the cold, she died before she could even try to begin to understand the love I had for her. My husband took good care of her, of us, but god, Tommy, it wasn’t supposed to end like this.” 

“You were engaged by the time I came back, I knew he’d give you the peace you deserved, the love you needed. The war has changed me, it has changed us all, I have no love left to give. People ruin people, I don't want to ruin you. Not you. But if I had known-” Tommy shook his head, eyes finding the grey sky above. Tears welled up in her eyes once again, arms crossed in front of her chest to try and keep her sobs bottled in, not wanting to break out into a fist of cries in front of Tommy. 

“You always thought I’m some damsel in distress you had to shelter from the world outside, some porcelain that would break if you’d grasp it too tightly. For God’s sake, Tommy, I may have married him, but not because I wanted to, but to help my parents survive with the little money they had, to help our daughter. I would have left him the second you returned to us.” The tears kept falling, no longer caught by her trembling fingers, struggling to keep on breathing as he turned towards her, watching the woman in front of him crumble. 

No words left the man as he pulled her into his chest, holding her close like he hadn’t done in years. She sobbed, choking on her breaths as he held her, eyes squeezed shut to bite down the pain spreading through his body, cursing himself for ever leaving her behind. Tommy Shelby was a selfish man, and yet his try to protect her from himself had been anything but selfish, at least not to him. 

“I once promised you that I will always love you, and I never broke that promise. You deserve better than this, something I can’t give you, and if I’m honest, I always knew that I won’t be able to provide you with what you deserve. It was selfish of me to hold onto you for so long, even before the war.” Tommy’s confession made her tremble, hands tightening their grip on the fabric of his suit. It felt like all those years ago, another goodbye that had once ripped her heart in two. 

“Look at me, Tommy.” Her whispers filled the morning, eyes taking in his frame, the empty eyes of his, filled with fear, with confusion, and that biting uncertainty. Her trembling hand cupped his warm cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. “Return to me, to us.”

“I love you, (y/n).” He pressed a kiss against her palm, eyes fluttering close to relish in the moment. With a step back Tommy parted from her, sparing the crying woman one last glance. And even though he knew that there was a chance for him to return, to make it back home eventually, Tommy knew that he’d never get to feel her lips again, that he’d never be fortunate enough to cling to her with loving words spilling from their lips ever again.

“I love you too, Thomas Shelby.”

He squeezed her arms before he stepped back from her, clearing his throat to let go of the memories flushing through his mind, “We’ll buy the property, it will be in good hands. I promise.” 

She watched him turn from her with glassy eyes, making his way back into the house, where Arthur had been watching the two. Tommy disappeared from her eyesight, a ghost of old times, fading like the flowers that would be laid to rest once autumn made itself comfortable in the garden she’d never step foot in again.

[charleslee-valentine]

For the Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanworks Event Day 6: Music is my Life

Ship(s): Radiohead/Vietnita/Brocktop (Chop Top x Stretch)

Word Count: ~1,800

Warnings: Alcohol use, hangovers, abuse mention, mild sexual content.

@texas-chainsaw-fanworks

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It wasn’t intentional.

Bobby was supposed to be out and back before anybody even noticed he was gone. To just grab a couple drinks and then get the hell out. Easy.

Now, nobody else knew that plan, so did it matter that much when two beers turned to three, then three to four? Probably not. He wasn’t far from home and hadn’t driven anyways. He could be there in time still.

Except he didn’t walk his goofy ass home. He woke up in a pretty girls bed.

She greeted him with a soft, close-lipped smile, “Morning. Didn’t think you’d be up before the afternoon.”

A groan slips past his lips. His head is fucked. Bobby tries to sit up and then lays right back down, rubbing at blurry eyes, “Time?”

“‘Leven thirty. You got somewhere to be, I’ll drive you.” She informs him, sitting on the side of the bed. Her bed.

Bobby should tell her he’s got to get home. But he’s barely awake, and barely able to remember what happened last night either. Speech isn’t coming to him.

He just shakes his head ‘no’.

“Your head still hurtin’ you?” The woman observes, when he nods again producing a little pain-pill bottle from somewhere, maybe the night stand, and giving it to him, “Here. Don’t leave it on an empty stomach. I can make you breakfast too.”

Really, he appreciates the offer. There’s no way in hell he’d lie and say he doesn’t like the attention from this gorgeous lady. But, one thought creeps up in his head and he has to ask, wondering if maybe she’s one of those women that take advantage that his big brother warned him about. After all, she doesn’t seem to be affected by last night in the least.

Maybe she was sober while he wasn’t.

“A-Aren’t you hungover t-too?”

“Sugar, I do that every night. If I still got as fucked up as you, I’d’ve been kicked out by now. My drunk lasts a lot less than yours.” She informs him, kind but a little humored.

That’s when Bobby remembers some. Pretty girl is the disc jockey from the bar. Stretch is her work name. Vanita is her real one. Even that part of her is beautiful.

Okay, so he might be a little pussy whooped, but he can’t help it. She played good music. Actual rock and not the radio approved shit. Alcohol in his system meant he was probably rambling about all the artists and such for hours last night, and she’d done nothing but listen contentedly. And then kiss him.

It was really pretty fun, dancing all night, sharing drinks and cool facts and kisses. Nothing like the other quick hookups he’d had in bathroom stalls and seedy motels. The kinds where they wouldn’t look him in the face or kiss him after they got their rocks off.

Those times had been better than being lonely, but not being hat he wanted. Nothing like miss Vanita.

Even now, she could kick him out. Instead of sitting here close and brushing stray hairs off his face, she could be dragging him out the door.

Not that he even should be still here. He’s a long several hours overdue to be back home. They’ll have noticed by now he ain’t there.

He looks her in her eyes, half squinting from the stubborn headache, “I-I kinda lied. M-My brothers’ll be look-lookin’ for me.”

Stretch seems understanding, putting her sweet hand in his hair like she’d done the night before and makin’ him blush like some kinda idiot, “I can take you home, hon. Promise it won’t bother me none to do it.”

“I-I don’ wanna.” Bobby doesn’t know why he’s honest. Like he’s her puppy or something.

“Mm. I hear ya.” Stretch can sense the sadness in him, the part of the truth that isn’t being told. She just misunderstands it’s meaning a little, “Bobby, are you sure you got somewhere to go? You can tell me the truth.”

“Huh? O-Oh yeah. M-My brother o-o-own’s a real big farm house. We all l-live there. All-“ He counts his siblings on his fingers, including his Sissy even though she doesn’t come home often, “Five of us.”

That doesn’t fully answer her question though. Stretch asks him slowly, “And you’re safe there?”

“S-Sure. Drayton says..says I-I’m in my r-rebellion phase.”

All he means by that is that he’s on a slightly longer leash than he used to be, not getting beat up the same as he used to either. Safe enough. He might get smacked around a little for coming home so late, but it’s nothing miss Stretch outta worry her little self about.

She sure looks like she’s worrying though, with her eyebrows all shot up high on her forehead, “Mister, you told me you were 30 something.”

“Yeh. I-I am.” Bobby tells her bluntly, even though his stutter makes him sound less sure.

“Alright then.” She relaxes quick, looking at him in this infatuated way, the kinda look nobody ever gave him before. A light laugh bounces her strong-frame shoulders, “You are a mystery, Robert Sawyer.”

It sounds nice, but he wants to be sure she isn’t trying to pull one over on him. “I-In a good way?”

“The best.” She promises.

“Cool. Gr-Groovy.” Without the whiskey and beer, he ain’t exactly some Romeo. He feels awkward and dumb, so he tries to make up for it, “Hey, c-can I kiss you?”

Stretch hums with tiniest play of a smirk on her face, “Honey, you done a lot more than that.”

Oh she knows just how to make him blush. It’s nice having someone who challenges him back.

He smiles really genuinely, even though he’s been told his overbite is gross looking, he hopes she won’t mind, “I-It’s polite to ask.”

She must like his smile.

“Then yes, baby. Anytime you like.”

Stretch even initiates the kiss, already holding him in her arms, only taking a little effort to lean in and connect their lips. Everything about her is gentle, but not her kisses. Those are hungry. Fierce.

Dominant.

Bobby makes some kind of a noise like a whimper and a mewl combined. It makes Stretch laugh softly.

Flushed as pink as a peach, he pulls away a little, for the sake of catching his breath as much as to get his bearings back, “Wh-What’s funny?”

Her soft hands never leave his face, “You just weren’t this shy last night, baby. Don’t worry though; I like my boys a little soft.”

Soft isn’t really a word he’s been called before. Or even been allowed to be. In his head, soft translates into pansy ass. To sorry excuse for a brother.

He knows his face must light up like a puppy dog when she says that. Every instinct in his body screams to kiss on her, so he does. Not that he’s usually one to deny things like that, but it seems especially right, being here with this special girl.

He lungs and kisses all over her face. Any inch of skin he can reach gets a smooch.

She’s howling with laughter by the time she gently pushes him off, “Calm down now, mister!”

But he doesn’t want to go far away from uer. The contact and the pressure and the warmth are too nice. He leans on her while his hands get tappy and a couple little noises squeak past his attempts to stop them. That happens when he gets happy. Stretch might have to get used to that.

She doesn’t seem off put at a glance. If anything, the look in her eyes is kinda fond. Loving.

Her fingers card through his long hair again, careful not to catch on any tangles, “You and me gonna party ‘gain soon, sweet thing?”

Bobby shrugs, “M-Maybe once I’m ungrounded. I-I’m gonna be in biiiiig trouble.”

“Even if I come back with ya and explain?” Stretch offers.

That makes him feel silly. People don’t really think it’s normal, him being old as he is and still being pushed around by his big brother. Living with him ‘stead of on his own.

They think that it makes him either some drooling idiot, or a spineless pushover. Like he’s just supposed to walk away from the man that raised him, and his other two brothers that need the extra help. The man feeds him for thirty years, takes care of his brothers and helps with his medicine, and that’s supposed to mean nothing?

Thankfully, Stretch ain’t most people though.

Bobby looks at her all wide eyed, “Y-You’d do that f-for me?”

She sounds real genuine as she explains her reasoning, knowing he needs to heard it to believe it, “Sure, hon. I get it, you been gone all night, but it’s better’n both of our drunk asses winding up in a ditch somewhere. They’ll understand that.”

He nods, and wraps his arms right around her, determined to look in her eyes while he declares, “I-I won’t let ‘em be mean t-to ya. Y-You’re my girl, miss Stretch.”

It was mostly a success. His eyes do that blinky twitchy thing they do, which has always annoyed him, but it doesn’t seem to bother her.

For once, she’s the one between them that blushes “Am I now?”

“Y-Yeah. My..My fave.” He promises, hoping she understands what a high compliment that truly is.

But then she says something that surprises him. “Ain’t always you get to meet the folks this early. That’s gotta be a new record.. Hope I’m not comin’ off too desperate on you.”

As if. Not when Bobby’s around, he thinks. His middle name might as well be desperate (He actually doesn’t officially have one on paper.) It’s awful weird having someone who doesn’t just automatically point out that he’s annoying or blame him for everything. Stretch really thinks she could be too much?

“N-No way. Y-You and me, we c-could be s-soulmates o-or somethin’.” To prove it to her, he belts a line from a Van Morrison song about love, “I'm run into to her like a river strong-“

Music gets to a girl like her. One who knows allll about it from her nights dj-ing at the club. She interrupts him with a kiss.

Strong as all the other ones with even more tongue. There’s intention behind it, a silent but perfectly clear question. An offer to do a repeat of last night, but sober. Bobby gives her some little sounds as confirmation. Moaning little whines.

All the confirmation she needs.

Stretch throws her leg around his waist, using the added leverage to pin Bobby to the mattress and straddle his waist.

Somehow they stayed connected through all that, but she breaks the kiss to ask him, panting, “How much longer b‘fore you hafta go?”

“A-A little while more w-wouldn’t hurt nobody…” He confirms.

It’s true enough. Might get him hurt, but he’s more’n used to that.

Something tells him he ain’t never gonna get used to the feeling of a pretty girl on top of him this way. So he’s sure as hell gonna revel in it.

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

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

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

A/n:got these two requests separately,but since you guys asked for the same prompt i combined them together. hope its alright ;) @alphasmoonlitjinko @exorcisedstraydog

My 100 follower Event!

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

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

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

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

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

not till he gets home safe.

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

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

wait.

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

"no!" is the answer to your thoughts,

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

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

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

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

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

you didnt expect it,but it was really fun!

"Dante-sama,i love you!!

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

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

"you enjoying yourself?"

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

"ouch!"

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

"how-when-where"

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

there was only one word that could describe this situation.

"embarrassing"

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

"ill go change..."

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

"it looks good on you"

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

"i know,right?"

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

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

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

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

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

not that it removed anything from its hotness.

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

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

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

Da-Dazai san?

i mean if you die,you really really die!

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

"bunny?what are you doing?"

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

and boy has he been enjoying it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can i request vampire reader sucking sub vanitas blood while jerking him off 😛

Vanitas + vampire kink reader

Vanitas hissed through his teeth as [Y/N]’s thumb ran over the top of his penis. Their feather light touches teasing it to erection, in an almost torturous way that made his mind go numb.

“Ney, ney, don’t tense up on me.” They cooed. Making him do just that as their index and thumb squeezed the tip. “It’s no fun for me if you’re tense.”

“Then knock it off!” Vanitas clipped at them. His voice about as strained as his dick. His eyes twisted shut behind his arm draped over them; he never liked to watch when they fooled around like this. “Just do it and get it over with, and let me cum!”

“So bossy…” They were clearly enjoying this.

[Y/N] leaned up closer beside him. Their breath by his ear now. “I’ve told you, you’re blood is better when you get riled up. Spicy, yet sweet. Plus, I know you like it when you cum while I feed on you.”

His teeth set in a firm line. He hated when they brought that up. He knew deep down it was true, but he didn’t need to be reminded of it. This perverse kink of his that filled him up with shame. “Just do it.”

A deep chuckle bubbled out of [Y/N]’s chest, and they placed a soft kiss by his ear. Their hand then gripped him firmly to jerk him off. Vanitas gasped in relief, but obviously not enough to cum. Just something close to strong enough to get him there was a relief at this point. Their movements were firm and practiced. Despite his kink shame, they had done this many times before.

“Does that feel good baby?” He nodded. His eyes still covered by his arm. “Good.”

Their head ducked down again and he felt the sudden jolt of their teeth on his sink. Vanitas cried out. His hips naturally bucking into their hand at the feeling of pain. The dance between it and pleasure flooding his mind.

“[Y-Y]…[Y/N]…..” He gasped out their name as he felt his blood pool out of his neck and into their mouth. Feeling his life slip away as everything faded to him & them.

The hand on his cock never stopped and suddenly he was cumming in buckets. His life energy literally pouring out from both ends now. Darkness coming to the fridge of his vision in his minds eye over the blackness of just having his eyes closed. He didn’t pass out though, and instead laid their spent and panting until [Y/N] finally let him go.

“See, what did I tell you. Spicy, yet sweet.”

Vanitas grimaced a little as they licked their lips. Finding it distasteful, even if he comes to them from time to time. “Please don’t talk about my blood like that.”

“Would you prefer I comment on your cum?”

Vanitas stomach quivered when the leaned down to lick it off his hip. “Quit it!”

[Y/N] chuckled again and got off the bed. “Relax. It’s a compliment.”

“I just don’t like to be referred to as a meal.”

“Why not? You’re certainly a snack.” He seemed to have enough blood left to fill his cheeks when they winked at him. “Are you going stay here?”

“I think if I stand up right now I’ll faint.”

“You don’t have to put on pretenses.” They quipped. Then curled back into bed beside him after they had rinsed out their mouth, and gotten him a cool rag to clean off.

He supposed they were right.

Vanitas always tried to fight it. To act like he wasn’t enjoying this as much as they were. That he didn’t enjoy them as much as they did him. If he believed in psychoanalysis, he would deduce that it probably had something to do with his childhood. But he doesn’t like to think on that.

In any case, he was too tired to think of anything at all and drifted off to sleep beside his vampire sometimes-lover for the night. This was good as it was, and was all it ever needed to be. Two people, just getting a fix from each other

[benka79]

Written for the @ficwip drabble prompt challenge.

Fandom: The Case Study of Vanitas

Ship: Vanitas/Noé

Title: Ready to let you go

Prompt: Letting something go

Noé was ready to let Vanitas go with Jeanne.

His realization had come late to confess to Vanitas.

It was like a sickness without a cure, Vanitas said once. Noé understood it just now.

The tightness in Noé’s chest and the pound of his heart so erratically fast; it was love.

Noé rested his head on the pillow and a tear rolled down his cheek. “Love,” he whispered. “Should I let him go?”

“You shouldn't,” Vanitas appeared on top of him. “Don't let me go,” he said before kissing his lips. “This is love.”

Noé hugged him tightly. “Of course it is.”

[fairy-writes]

Hey can you write a super cute fluff ler!roland fortis x lee!reader where the reader is dating roland and the reader is super ticklish, especially on her thighs and roland tickles her to see her bright smile because it makes him happy plz?

PECULIAR

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): The Case Study of Vanitas

Pairing(s): Roland Fortis x Female!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Tickling, kisses, FLUFF

Notes: I’m going to be honest… I hate being tickled, so this was really difficult for me to enjoy writing. BUT I TRIED MY BEST

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Roland was a bit peculiar when it came to visiting him at his home.

His home was a bit peculiar in and of itself for someone like him. It was a little red brick cottage with a white picket fence and flowers he tended to religiously in his time off (when he wasn’t visiting you), with a little pond by the front gate. Whenever you spent the night, you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, listening to the soft sounds of frogs chirping you to dreamland.

Back to peculiar. 

You fiddle with the key in your hand, juggling groceries in the other. 

“Damn key, just open!” You growl through gritted teeth, slowly losing your grip on the paper sack in the crook of your left arm. 

The door is flung open, and Roland leans in the doorway, a mischievous smile curling the corners of his lips. He was dressed casually in his button-down and slacks, his bare feet sinking into the plush rug at the entrance. 

“Need some help?” He asks, and you sigh, nodding reluctantly and handing the groceries over to your lover. He hefts them into his arms easily and steps aside to let you through. 

The inside is just as peculiar as the outside. With rosewood chairs topped with soft white pillows and matching couches in the front room, it was a stark contrast to what most people expected of Roland. 

It was probably because you had helped him decorate the interior of his home when he first purchased it. 

You toe off your shoes at the entrance and then make your way to the kitchen to put away the groceries. Roland follows like a puppy, with that same mischievous smile on his lips. 

The kitchen is just as bright as the rest of the house. The curtains in the adjoining dining room are open, letting in the natural sunlight and brightening up the picked flowers at the center of the table. 

Roland puts a hand on your waist and presses a light kiss to the side of your neck where it meets your shoulder. His hands trickle up and down your side, causing you to squirm as the ticklish touch itched you. 

“Stop. That tickles.” You mutter as you begin to put groceries away. Eggs go in the fridge. Flour in the cupboard. Sugar next to that. Ingredients for bread and cookies are safely stored away. 

All the while, Roland has attached himself to your side, shuffling after you adorably if not a bit awkwardly, given he was so much broader than you. 

“But I love tickling my dearest girl.” He whispers, and you shiver at the feeling of his lips brushing your ear. 

“Doesn’t mean I like it.” You grumble, and he chuckles, catching onto your little white lie.

“Of course you do. Don’t lie to me, love.”

After the groceries are put away, you and Roland are reading on the couch. A quilt is thrown over the two of you as you read quietly to your lover. He had his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder as his green eyes scan the words on the page. 

He seems content.

Until…

You feel fingers tracing shapes on your hips, trickling up and down your thighs. You squirm, and your voice wavers. 

“Roland…” You say warningly, and he tightens his grip on your waist, his fingers disappearing from your hips. 

“What? I’m not doing anything.” He says, and you can hear the grin in his voice. 

Your book is eventually abandoned when Roland’s hands begin to wander again, tickling your sides and thighs until you are giggling up a storm and drop the book to swat at his hands. You can’t even get the air to breathe to tell him to stop. 

He eventually does, with a kiss to your cheek and a tight squeeze of your back to his chest. 

Roland sure is peculiar. 

But you love him anyway.