#vanitas x reader

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Vanitas getting jealous because his lover keeps complimenting everyone around them (calling Noé charming and sweet, Jeanne a real gem, etc.) and trying to impress them?

Of course, nothing serious or angsty happens. Just Vanitas being silly and adorable

“It was so nice of Domi to give me all these new clothes.”

“Yeahmhhim…..” Vanitas muttered as he watched [Y/N] put the new outfits away.

“She really only had to get me the one for the party, but insisted I needed a new spring wardrobe. It was so thoughtful of her.”

“mhmhhmhm….” He grumbled again.

“Honestly, she should have given some of these to Jeanne. I’m sure she could use them more, and would probably look better in them.”

“….she’d look fine….” His leg started to fidget now as he crossed his arms.

“Noé was also sweet to carry everything back for us. I know he has vampire strength but still it must have been a chore.”

“I was there too you know.”

[Y/N] turned at Vanitas’s snap. His expression incredibly sour, like he had just eaten a lemon. “I was there too and offered to help. I even offered to buy you something, but Domi just took over everything. Like always....”

[Y/N] clearly understood what was going on quickly and smiled softly at him. “Yes, and you were wonderful at keeping me company while Noé & Domi were distracted by one another.” They leaned in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “What would I do without you?”

Vanitas turned red, then turned away as he ‘tsk’ed his teeth. “Yeah well, don’t you forget it.”

[chuulyssa]

men who know they're too big for you but dgaf anyway. like he knows and he's proud of the fact that his cock is gonna leave you crying because it most likely won't fit. but well, can you blame him? he loves seeing the look on your face when you scream in pleasure just from the girth of his cock, mascara running down your cheeks and eyes rolling to the back. he loves watching you squirm and pant, trying to fit it. he loves it when you tug on his hair, scratching at his back because, oh god, he's too long and too thick for your cunt. and he relishes that fact because he just can't help but want to ruin that cute little pussy of yours. he's so cocky about it too, and encourages you to take him in fully like a good little girl.

"what was that, baby? 'too much'? oh, don't be shy, love. i know you can take it. it will fit. i will make it fit."

DAZAIII fyodor nikolai GOJO geto TOJI light levi EREN vanitas DRACO MALFOY + add more

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[osaemu]

boyfriends who bully you affectionately. shoving you around and catching you with a kiss. sticking out their tongue when you roll your eyes at them. acting overly sassy and petty just because they can. being ridiculously bratty before, during, and after sex.

GOJO, geto obv, toji, dazai, ehh fyodor, CHILDE, KAEYA, venti methinks, eren, levi, bakugo ofc, VANITAS, and all of ur favs

[bitemevanitas]

vanitas but he's very eepy. he's tired physically and mentally after something and he's just vv sleepy and a (perhaps f!) s/o puts the blanket over him and kisses his forehead as he falls asleep (and bonus points if in his near-sleep state he feels like around a mother he never had) and idk i write this as i am very eepy myself

𝐌𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐱 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜̧𝐨𝐧

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Vanitas No Carte

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Vanitas x Fem!Reader

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 & 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: established relationship between Vanitas and Reader, mild angst, reverse hurt/comfort (Vanitas), fluff, Dominique and Noé briefly mentioned, DomiNoé implications if you squint, Vanitas being tired and clingy, Reader comforting Vanitas

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Oneshot

𝐓𝐖: slight mentions of trauma, not beta-read, possibly OOC characteriztion, google translate used for French words

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.993

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After a long day, Vanitas drops the mask. You hold him through the night.

Spring in Paris had a distinct scent.

Cool and damp in the evenings, yet laced with the heady perfume of early blossoms sneaking in through cracked windows.

At night, when the city quieted, and all that remained were distant carriage wheels and the occasional call of an owl from the gardens beyond the wrought iron fences, the quiet made room for thoughts that had no place in the daylight.

You lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling overhead. Your arms were folded beneath your head. The bed beneath you was soft, comfortably warmed by your own body, and the sheets were freshly changed. They smelled faintly of rose soap and lemon balm.

The window to your right was cracked open just enough to let in the air—cool, sharp, and tinged with petrichor after a recent rain. The fir trees in the garden rustled faintly, their dark silhouettes tall against the starless sky.

You should have fallen asleep an hour ago. But instead, you lay there in silence, thinking.

The door creaked.

You blinked and slowly rolled onto your side. No, you didn’t need to ask who it was.

Vanitas appeared from around the doorway like a shadow untethered, dark hair mussed, shirt half-buttoned, waistcoat discarded. He didn’t speak. He rarely did when he was tired.

His steps were lazy, uneven, the floorboards sighing beneath his weight as he trudged toward the bed like a cat returning to its perch.

You didn’t speak either. You only watched him, one brow arching.

He took longer than usual to change tonight. Noé had left for Dominique’s estate after tonight's outing, and Vanitas—unsurprisingly—had opted not to return to Hôtel Chouchou. He had made no formal request to stay. He never did.

Just lingered, long past the time he should’ve left, until it was assumed he'd remain.

And when Vanitas was tired, you knew—he was always clingy.

He reached the bed and, without a word or ounce of elegance, crawled directly over you. It was maltreatment. You let out an offended noise as a sharp elbow jabbed you in the ribs.

"Must you always be a savage?" you groaned, grabbing his shoulder half-heartedly as he kneed you in the side.

Vanitas gave no response. He simply slid beneath the thin coverlet like a cat burrowing into its favorite hiding place. He curled up close to you with all the grace of a sack of flour being dropped.

Then, flatly—without tone, without ceremony, and without a single glance—he muttered:

"I love you."

You blinked.

That was...odd.

Not unwelcome. Just out of place. Neither of you had ever been fond of using the word outright. Yes, your love had always been laced into banter, into the way he watched you from the corner of his eye, into how you scolded him for not eating enough, or how his fingers lingered on your hands longer than necessary.

But saying it, and saying it like that?

Strange.

Most strange.

You frowned faintly. Then, you shifted toward him, but he refused to meet your gaze.

“You’re being weird,” you said, your voice quieter this time, cautious. You reached out and gently shook his shoulder. “You okay?”

He didn’t budge.

Instead, after a pause, he murmured again:

"I love you."

Softer. This time, his nose pressed against the space just beneath your collarbone, like he was trying to burrow into your chest. He sounded exhausted. Worn thin. Not just tired in body, but in soul.

“…Can you hold me? Please?” he whispered. “Just for a bit.”

You exhaled through your nose, feigning annoyance. “You’re a menace,” you muttered, shifting onto your side to give him space.

He huffed lightly—somewhere between amusement and disappointment—and rolled away from you, as if to retreat.

The moment he did, however, you scrambled forward and caught him around the waist.

Vanitas stilled.

You pressed your cheek against the top of his head and wrapped both arms around his torso, cradling him against yourself.

His body remained stiff at first, unsure, but as your hand slid gently across his side and your voice softened, the tension bled out of him little by little.

“There you go,” you murmured. “I'm sorry, it's all right. Of course I can hold you.”

Your thumb traced slow circles against his ribs. Your cheek rested against his dark hair, and you pressed your forehead gently to his.

You loved Vanitas. You did. Even if you didn’t always show it in obvious ways. But now—now, you let yourself. Your grip tightened just a little more.

Vanitas let out a breath that trembled at the end.

He didn’t say anything, but the way he clung to you, fingers bunching the thin cotton of your nightgown, said enough.

Gently, you moved your hand down to his, untangling his fingers from the fabric, and threaded them through yours. Then you brought both your hands to your lips and kissed the back of his hand.

Vanitas looked up at you for a fleeting moment, half-lidded, a yawn stretching his mouth before he could stop it.

Your heart ached, but you said nothing. You only shifted until you finally lay flat on your back, and he—without needing to be told—rested himself across you. His waist was nestled between your parted thighs, his head placed directly below your breast. Right over your heart.

Not in a suggestive way—there was nothing carnal about this moment. Just warmth, and comfort.

The coverlet had half-slid off the bed during his earlier invasion. You then reached for it and threw it back over the both of you, messily, so that you were both entirely hidden beneath its weight. Cocooned in warmth.

You slowly slipped your fingers into his hair, combing them through the soft strands. He didn’t make a sound, but he pressed closer.

The other hand tugged the edge of the coverlet up and over his head, enclosing him entirely against you. Like a mother shielding a child from the night.

Your fingertips massaged small, slow circles into his scalp, each motion deliberate. Soothing. Calming. You didn't need to ask what haunted him. You already knew.

The nightmares had been bad lately. You had noticed the signs weeks ago—the sudden silences, the way he jolted awake when dozing off, the strange way he sometimes stared at children with a distant, unreadable expression. His childhood was a locked box, and he guarded it fiercely.

But some nights, the lock cracked.

Vanitas had never known the comfort of a mother’s arms. Never known what it felt like to be cradled with the kind of affection that asked for nothing in return.

And though he would never admit it—not even under torture—he found it now, with you.

His breathing slowed.

You kissed his temple, once.

"Dors bien, mon doux garçon," you whispered into the dark.

Sleep well, my sweet boy.

Vanitas did not reply. His fingers curled faintly around yours, breath fanning warm over your skin, as his eyes finally fluttered shut.

.

.

.

.

[justchelleing]

Day 6: Enemies or what?

I'm so bored and ill I don't wanna do research

Spending a night on the rooftop with your enemy. The city lights, illuminating from his face, you couldn't help but notice his eyes, the intricate pattern, with the perfect colors, as if it was a painting; in fact it was a masterpiece. The way that his eyes swayed by the wind, his lips curving up slightly. He seems more free, unbound by the chains of his responsibilities, the facade of his usual self. Your mind was a blur as you kissed him, what were you doing? Thoughts raised so quickly in your mind but one thought ruled them all, his lips were soft. They tasted like the whiskey you two shared, but it tasted much sweeter. You knew that moments like these most likely would never occur again as the consequences of your action, yet you couldn't help yourself. He didn't pull back either, instead he pressed his thumb against your lower lip, hand tilting your chin up. Perhaps something more could linger as you crossed the borders of your relationship as enemies.

Sunday, Aventurine, Till, Luka?, Dazai, Chuuya, Vanitas, Noe?, Ayato, Kaeya, Neuvilette, Kinich, Jing Yuan, JIAOQIU, + your faves

[glitch-karma]

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

✧Me who started this at 2:35 am:

✧One shot

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

✧ probably not proof read

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[glamourscat]

VANITAS x !VAMPIRE READER HCS

i am one day late but hbd to my fav non vamp that looks and acts more like a vamp than the vamps in his own show

• absolutely HATED that you were another vampire hanging around noè at first. "oh merveilleux, another bloodsucker with a hero complex"

• gets increasingly irritated that you can see right through his act sometimes. you'll just give him this knowing look when he's being particularly dramatic and he DESPISES it (but also kind of doesn't?)

• if you have some kind of “power” like noè does, he will be secretly fascinated by how different you are from other vampires he's met. keeps trying to study you "for research" but really he's just making excuses to be around you

• absolutely loses it when you team up with noè to mother-hen him about his health. "i don't need TWO vampires telling me to sleep!"

• loves riling you up just to see your eyes flash red. will make increasingly outrageous statements just to get a reaction

• gets weirdly quiet when you talk about your childhood with noè. definitely not jealous. nope. not at all. (he's totally jealous)

• gets VERY flustered when you use your vampire strength to pick him up or protect him, but tries to play it off with his usual dramatics

• absolutely despises how you can tell when he's actually hurt vs when he's being dramatic. "stop looking at me like that, i'm FINE"

• has definitely stayed up all night reading your name in the blue moon records multiple times, but will never admit it

• gets oddly soft when you fall asleep near him during research sessions, but will immediately return to his usual self if anyone catches him looking

• Will subtly, or not so subtly, hint at you to drink his blood more than once. and when you do it? Well let’s just say if you two are a match, he won’t be quiet lmao

• noè finds your whole dynamic hilarious and keeps "accidentally" leaving you two alone together

BLURB UNDER THE CUT

The first time you met Vanitas, you'd nearly thrown him out a window.

"Noè," you'd said, holding the struggling human by his collar, "why is there a suspicious man with your book?"

"Put me down this instant, you bloodsucking menace!" The dark-haired man had thrashed in your grip, blue eyes flashing with indignation. "I am the great Vanitas, and that book is rightfully mine!"

You'd turned to Noè, unimpressed. "Can I throw him out the window?"

"Please don't throw my friend out the window, mon amie," Noè had laughed, looking far too amused. "He really is the owner of that book, the book of Vanitas."

You looked at Noè, eyebrow up. Looking between him and the short human. Book of vanitas. But that’s the blue moon vampire. This guy looks everything but a vampire.

Eventually, you set him down. Rather gently, all things considered.

"Your concern for my wellbeing is touching," Vanitas had said sarcastically , straightening his clothes with exaggerated care. "Tell me, do all vampire childhood friends of Noè's manhandle innocent humans, or am I just special?"

"Only the suspicious ones who smell like lies and… cheap cologne."

His eye had twitched. "Charming. Noè, you didn't tell me your friend was so... direct."

"(Y/N) has always been rather protective," Noè had smiled that knowing smile of his. "You two will get along splendidly."

You'd both turned to him with identical looks of horror.

"We absolutely will not—"

"I'd rather drink holy water—"

But Noè had just kept smiling, and somehow... somehow he'd been right. Though you'd both rather die than admit it.

Even now, months later, as you watched Vanitas patch you up, while complaining under his breath something along the lines of "ungrateful bloodsucker," you couldn't help but smile amused. He caught your stare and scowled.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing," you said innocently. "Just admiring your terrible manners."

"I could let you bleed out next time, you know."

"No, you couldn't."

His scowl deepened because you were right. You were always right about him and he hated it. Or maybe not. But you didn’t had to know that.

© GLAMOURSCAT (all rights reserved. do not share, modify, translate and re-upload my work outside of tumblr)

[demigod-with-a-quirk]

"What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent?" "Go the fuck to sleep " "What gif I don't want to? " "Fuck You" "Sure"

- DAZAI, Nikolai, Yosano, GOJO, Yuuji-turn-Sukuna, Toji [prob] VANITAS, HAWKS, Dabi, Sero, DENKI, Luffy otw to destroy your sleep

[luxesiren]

your fave sending/making you a whimper audio, their voice has that hint of whininess and the desperation evident from the sounds they’re making. you could hear the squelch of their hand stroking their cock, soft gasps and broken groans are loud in the audio, “baby..fuck, i wish you were here..” their hand moving faster against their cock as they try to make themselves cum, you could hear them spitting on the tip and the loud whimper that comes out their mouth when they continue to fuck their fist. it’s like you could almost see the tears that fall from them but you only hear it, fat tears rolling down their cheeks from the overstimulation they give themselves. “m’gonna cum, gonna cum.” they say over the audio and you wish you could see it in real time, as you thought the video was over, you heard their hand moving again over their cock. the whimpers becoming louder with every stroke, practically hurting themselves to cum again.

armin, nagi, megumi, gojo, isagi, vanitas, noé, jean + your fave

a/n :: whimper audios>>>

© 𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 | all rights reserved to me, please don’t steal, copy, or repost to other websites.

[kiatheinsomniac]

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𓏲𝄢 ˚ : · 23.10.2024: thank you all so much for 3k! I've been busy with work as I'm taking a year out of university for my mental health but I now feel ready to celebrate this new milestone for the blog! I'll be taking a certain amount of requests from particular fandoms to celebrate! again, thank you all so much to followers old and new for all the support you've given me ♡ 𓏲𝄢 ˚ : · if you have any questions about requesting, don't be shy to ask :) I've set a limit on requests as to not burn myself out 𓏲𝄢 ˚ : · before entering, please be sure to read my blog rules linked here

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[animeyanderelover]

I am so glad that you have been requesting for a few of the most underated fandoms that I write about.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, Nsfw, afab reader, masochism, blood kink, bondage, sensory depravation, semi-public sex, praise kink, period sex, actirasty

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Vanitas

🌙Vanitas is a true contradiction when one observes the way he behaves and the way he truly feels like on the inside. This is a man who loves teasing his darling, adores observing your reactions to the mischievous and flirtatious words and gestures he does when around you. However, it all changes the moment when things suddenly start getting more suggestive. That is when Vanitas suddenly gets all flustered and shy, a red blush decorating his cheeks as words fail him. Almost all the time he quickly disappears whenever the atmosphere gets charged. The truth is this: He's scared. Beneath the smug and flirty facade lies after all a man who fears a vulnerable connection. Vanitas doesn't want you to see the broken part of him, doesn't even sleep in the same bed with you out of those fears. So ultimately all of those flirty lines and that bantering attitude is nothing but shallow as Vanitas only enjoys such things when he is not on the receiving end. It takes a long time until he even starts being comfortable enough to let you sleep in the same room as him and it takes even longer until he feels ready to get intimate with you as he knows the weight of bonding as physically close as possible.

🌙​The first time is loaded with tension and fear, all radiating from Vanitas more than from you. Despite the light-hearted jokes and the smirks that he gives it is obvious that his heart is in his throat. His hands are shaking, his grip is constantly tightening before loosening as if he isn't sure just what he is supposed to do, blue eyes quivering as he looks at you as if your face is his anchor in all of this. When your hands rest on his bare chest his breath hitches in his throat as you can hear his heart pounding against your palm. Realising just how scary and insecure he must be feeling at this moment you decide to take charge for a bit and Vanitas allows you to do that, letting you climb on his lap and letting you push his back down onto the mattress. He seeks out your lips the moment they start travelling slowly over his chest, his shoulders, his neck, his face as he archs his back, chasing the sensation of those warm and reassuring kisses. All air escapes him the moment you lower yourself on his cock, the sensations crashing down on him unlike anything he has ever experienced. It's the sheer intimacy and the pleasure of it that has him shedding tears by the time his orgasm hits him.

🌙​Outside the bedroom Vanitas adores teasing you, pinching your cheeks or tickling you yet within the sheets he always takes on the role of the submissive partner and you know that he is doing that out of his own free will. There are times where he starts of as a tad bit more bratty, uncooperative due to his embarrassment but that quickly melts away at one point, leaving him actively craving the reassurance and the intimacy of the situation. The only times where he gets really cheeky is when his tongue is buried in your pussy, greedily lapping over the moist flesh as his thumb abuses your clitoris. The sight of that mocking grin of his as your juices stain his mouth and run down his chin is something, blue eyes glinting mischievously as you feel how he starts pushing his fingers slowly into you. As soon as he has given your pleasure you make sure to return that favor, easily able to push him down as he all but relishes in what is going to come next. He blushes fast and easily so the mere act of you pressing kisses over his neck is often already enough to have him squirming around with a pink flush on his face, pants escaping his lips as he tilts his neck to give you better access.

🌙​Vanitas loves being marked if the way he always offers his entire torso to you is something to go by. He especially adores it when you cover his shoulders, his chest and his neck with hickies to the point where he actively begs for you to bite him and use your teeth when you leave him waiting for too long. Honestly, you have a feeling that he has the tiniest masochistic vein within his body as he never fails to gasp and moan the moment you leave bruising kisses, his hips jerking up involuntarily every time you use your teeth to bite down hard on his pale skin. He looks infuriatingly pretty when you pull back to look at your work for a while, the bruises already turning purple on his torso as his chest is heaving and his blue eyes look pleadingly at you, silently begging you to continue. You're almost exclusively always on top because this is how Vanitas wants it, prefering to see the glorious sight of you bouncing on top of him. Sometimes there is this one short flare of his cheeky side taking over as his hands suddenly reach up to squeeze your breasts, giving you a dirty smirk when you gaze at him surprised before that is quickly smothered by his submissive side taking over again as you continue riding him.

🌙​Sensory depravation is a kink you have considered trying with him but it is something that takes Vanitas a while to get comfortable with. Having one of his senses taken from him fills him with some dread even though he knows that in your company he has nothing to fear. Another part of him is simply upset as he doesn't want to deny himself not seeing you, hearing you or touching you. He wants to witness everything after all or otherwise it wouldn't be that special, wouldn't have his heart shaking as much. So there is a reluctant undertone when he agrees eventually to wearing a blindfold, unsure if he is going to be able to enjoy the experience as much if he can't gaze at you. Perhaps it is this very fact that something is taken from him yet dangled so teasingly close to him that adds that new spice to the sex that has him aching so deliciously much, whining and complaining that he wants to see you as his hips chase after yours yet his hands stay obediently where they are as you chirp that he isn't allowed to do so. Bondage works in a similar way, taunting him with ropes that burn just right as he pants and itches to touch you yet can only watch you with a growing blush on his face.

🌙​As much as Vanitas doesn't mind teasing you outside, making you all embarrassed around others, he would never consider doing the same when the both of you have sex. It is a far too intimate and vulnerable experience than to risk being seen by others. There is one exception to this all and that is on rooftops. Vanitas enjoys spending time on high places, especially at night when he can gaze at the stars together with you. Perhaps it is unsurprising that such a nice atmosphere could only ever be a nice setup for indulging in each other's bodily desires as it feels like a safe enough place where both of you are well-hidden from the eyes of others. Vanitas truly doesn't mind if you return some of the cheeky energy that he usually emits but what he loves and wants most during sex is a lot of praise. He carries lots of insecurities with him and degrading words whilst he's beneath you is the last thing that he needs. Instead he craves sweet words and honest praises, especially from his darling and it is this need for reassurance as he lays literally and metaphorically bare beneath you that has him acting as clingy with you afterwards, basking in everything just for a few moments longer.

Noé Archiviste

💜​Noé may appear as almost too innocent yet whilst he can be painfully simple-minded, he is not naive. Sure, he is not an expert but he knows how the basics are supposed to work. He doesn't mention it for the first few months though as he just focuses on spending his time with you. He only starts thinking about it slightly more once the both of you are already in an established relationship and have been together for a while already yet even then he doesn't speak up as he is waiting for something. For you, to be precise. Noé can wait after all and he will do exactly that until he knows that you feel comfortable and are ready as well. After all this activity would be only one more way to express how much love he has for you and for that he wants you to reciprocate the feelings. Whilst some may wonder how exactly he can tell when you are slowly ready or not I believe it is important to point out that Noé is emotionally rather intelligent and has often an accurate gut feeling that guides him and helps him to make the right decision. It is quite similar in this scenario as he can somehow just tell when the thoughts have been crossing your mind which is when he decides to approach you and talk with you.

💜​The first time Noé is nothing but sweet and attentive. He's constantly asking if he can touch you, if you're feeling comfortable and if he is hurting you. The sweet man, bless his soul, even comes up with a safeword in case he is being too rough or you're feeling overwhelmed. As you are a human and he is a vampire he is much more careful, afraid that he might accidentally hurt you as he is physically much stronger than you are. He ensures to prep you, his hands holding your legs apart as he goes down on you with his tongue and only pulls away once you have reached your first orgasm, reassured that you are wet enough now. Even then he is still sweet and slow, taking his time as he pushes his cock slowly inside your warm and plush walls and asking you in between quick kisses that he presses against your face if you're feeling alright and if he is hurting you. By the time his entire length has been pushed inside you, he just holds still for a while to ensure that you are feeling no discomfort or pain all whilst there is a slow blush settling on his face. Once you have given him the signal that you are ready, he sets at a slow tempo, his strokes deep and gentle as purple eyes never leave your face.

💜​Noé is almost exclusively vanilla whenever he makes love to you as he cannot imagine doing anything very wild. What he wants to focus on is you after all and nothing else so bringing anything else into the bedroom would only be an unwanted distraction if at all. There are certain preferences that develop over time and that he discovers as a result, though none of them would be anything that others would raise an eyebrow over. One of those preferences is the fact that he enjoys morning sex a lot. There's just something about waking up to golden sunrays already gracing the sheets both of you are cuddled under, highlighting your pretty face which he can't help but kiss the moment he stirs awake from his deep sleep. Normally when you wake up you're still a bit grumpy and unwilling to stand up already, an attitude which he finds cute. You can gladly be his sweet pillow princess in the morning as he takes care of you the moment you give him permission to do so. Both of you don't even undress fully, just enough so that he can prep you until you're wet enough to take him. It's always very peaceful, the silence only interrupted by soft grunts and moans. Both of you usually just go right back to sleep after.

💜​As a vampire it is hard to deny that your blood isn't calling out to Noé though and that much becomes obvious at times whenever his purple eyes suddenly zoom in on your neck, lingering for a few seconds too long before he tears his gaze away. There are a few things that have held him back from drinking your blood so far though and the most glaring concern is that he can read memories whenever he drinks the blood of others. He doesn't want to swarm around within your mind and read your memories, especially if he accidentally stumbles upon some that you don't want him to read. Then there is also the fear of his that he might hurt you when sinking his fangs into your flesh or that he might get too greedy and lose his control due to the taste of your blood. Still, at times his thirst is killing him as he desperately craves a taste of it. Both of you actually talk about it and he confesses honestly to you about his abilities to read memories. When you eventually give him permission he is half-nervous and half-excited, his gaze searching for yours as his breath is already fawning your neck before his fangs break through your skin and the taste of your blood hits his taste buds.

💜​He would lie if he were to claim that the taste of your blood isn't doing something to him and if you had to judge by the low moan that always leaves his lips or the way his hips increase their speed and his tall body presses you further into the mattress, you can also tell that he enjoys it a lot. His eyes are always red when he pulls away after having consumed some of your blood, the colour initially frightening you a bit yet the warm and adoring glimmer is still the same even if you can see the fangs peeking out from beneath his parted lips. Noé usually likes to read memories of the both of you whenever he consumes your blood during sex as the memories where the both of you met for the first time or when he asked you out for your first date. It always makes his heart and mind feel fussy when he goes through all those memories and reads your own love for him through them, only increasing the love he feels for you in return. Period sex only seems to be a natural next step as your body naturally loses blood during that time though he is a tad bit bashful when he offers it to you for the first time, though that shyness is seemingly gone once you sit on his face and his tongue is wriggling around inside of you.

💜​Eventually he is going to leave a Mark of Possession on you when he drinks blood. It's something that he has been wishing to leave on you for a longer while already yet still he talks with you about it and explains to you what it means in the world of vampires. Once he has left his mark on you he naturally gravitates towards the spot inside and outside of the bedroom. He's constantly pressing kisses against it whenever he can and some part of him even wants others to see the mark. You have a feeling that once he has put this mark on you that he does grow a tad bit more possessive of you but he's still so sweet and open-minded that you don't find yourself minding too much. One sign of that newly awakened possessiveness that makes itself obvious within the bedroom is that he suddenly wants to have you wear some of his clothes when the both of you are making love to each other. You've worn his clothes before but now that seems to have a new effect on him though you obviously still look adorable wearing his stuff, especially once he's on top of you. Points for effort in regards to the aftercare he gives for he has no idea what he's doing but still tries his best to make you feel good.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Both Vanitas and Noe for the SFW alphabet D, E, Q and T?

SFW Alphabet

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Vanitas - Canonly he can cook a little and keep house, but doesn't want to. It's the nomads life for him now. However, he also thinks that "home" is more about being with a person now than a place.

Noé - Wants to settle down, have a family, and a home of his own. Not the best cook, but is a very good housekeeper from helping out with his grandparents as a child. Can be very tidy.

E = Emotion (How are they with showing emotion in public versus private?)

Vanitas - Very good at hiding his emotions. Unless he's sick, very tired, or injured, you will never know what Vanitas is truly thinking. In private he is a little more open but it's still close to the vest.

Noé - Noé has absolutely no guile. He wears his heart, and his emotions on his sleeve, and he will tell you about them.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Vanitas - Exceptionally perceptive and picks up on a lot of things. Whether he chooses to use them or not is another thing, and will make no mention of it if he does. For example, if you happen to like milk in your coffee or tea it is always on the table. No reason. It was there when he sat down obviously.....

Noé - Memory of a goldfish. Don't expect much outside of big holidays and events on a calendar he will remember.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Vanitas - Minimal to a fair amount. Stuff like that just isn't Vanitas's thing. He prefers to be in the present, not think on sentimentalities. He will give gifts, and they will be thoughtful, but he hates going shopping.

Noé - So much effort. Noé wants to mark every occasion and memory. Found a cool rock or a pretty flower that made him think of you? He'll bring it back for you to have. He is always thinking of you so he wants to make sure you know you are first in his mind.

[chuulyssa]

“dumbass.” “you're no better,”

he says, turning his attention back to his laptop. if he looks at you any longer, he’ll probably just end up staring lovingly at you and mumbling about how absolutely adorable you look lying on his bed, tapping away on your phone when you're supposed to do your part of the group project.

CHUUYA dazai fyodor akutagawa tachihara gojo GETO yuji MEGUMI toji, VANITAS, LIGHT, levi EREN + add more

[tsukooyaki]

After a tiring day~~

He comes over to your home unannounced and doesn't give a fuuuuuuuck if you're busy at the time. He needs you. You are there for him. It's simple. You're expected to leave any task at hand and comfort him when needed.

Cuddleees~♡♥︎♡ He needs his emotional support pillow. If he's not in the mood to argue with you about not letting you finish chores, he would throw you over his shoulder and force you into the bed/couch whichever was closer and hug you as tight as he can, without the risk of you being suffocated. On the other hand, if you're already lying on the bed, he would plop down on you and snuggle until he's feeling a bit better.

chuuya dazai nikolai ranpo (bsd) mikey izana ran rindou kazutora sanzu (tr) twice hawks (mha) vanitas johann (vnc) and others

[bitemevanitas]

vanitas but with a s/o that senses when he’s sad or upset or sulky and pulls him into a hug and cuddles him and pets his head and covers his face in little kisses (literally. cuteness agression mode) and he like. short circuits like blushes and nearly faints

he deserves to be smothered with affection !!!!

Gladly, 'cause I feel you ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ

I just want to hold his face and squish his cheeks so much, my fingers already itch when I think about it ☹︎

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𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄

The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and wisteria as twilight settled over Carcassonne.

Within the courtyard of a modest inn, you reclined in the grass beneath the sheltering branches of an old sycamore tree. A book lay open in your hands, though your focus had long since drifted from its words.

You had been waiting.

The morning had not been kind—fatigue had crept into your bones, rendering you rather sluggish and disoriented.

So, for the first time in weeks, you had let Noé and Vanitas leave without you, despite your usual insistence on accompanying them.

The hours had passed slowly, punctuated only by the idle flick of pages and the occasional murmur of guests passing through the courtyard.

Then, at last, the creak of the iron gate broke the silence.

You lifted your head, a smile already forming on your lips as you saw Vanitas stepping inside. It was the kind of smile that came easily around him, soft and warm, instinctive.

But the smile faltered.

Vanitas was not quite the picture of arrogant energy he usually was. His shoulders were slightly slouched as he closed the gate behind him, his head tilted downward as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

A thin cut traced the line of his cheekbone, disappearing into the dark strands of his hair, which had come loose from his usual hair-tie. His blue bow was crooked, the collar of his shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of pale skin beneath the disheveled fabric.

You sat up fully, the book slipping from your fingers.

"Vanitas?" you called gently.

He didn't answer, merely walked toward your with slow, measured steps. When he reached the shade of the sycamore, he dropped unceremoniously to the ground beside you.

You turned toward him, watching as he hesitated for only a second before letting his head rest against your shoulder.

The movement was uncharacteristic—not because Vanitas was incapable of seeking closeness, but because he always made a show of avoiding it. He flirted, teased, and stole the occasional kiss as if they were games to be won. But this.. this was different.

You remained still for a moment, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Then, softly, you asked, "Are you alright?"

Vanitas shuddered. It was barely perceptible, but you felt it all the same. His breath hitched for a fraction of a second, his fingers curling in the grass beside them.

"Don’t—" he started, then cut himself off. He exhaled slowly, eyes half-lidded as he stared ahead at nothing.

You did not press him.

Instead, you reached up and cupped his face with both hands. Your thumbs brushed lightly under his eyes, the touch feather-light yet grounding. His skin was cool from the evening air, though his cheeks carried a hint of warmth.

Vanitas blinked at you, his expression unusually soft, almost unguarded.

You met his gaze with quiet patience. You had seen this before—these moments when the weight of whatever he carried became too much to bear alone.

He would, of course, never admit it. Vanitas was a man who prided himself on independence while simultaneously craving connection.

It was exhausting, being Vanitas.

You pressed your forehead against his, your fingers threading through the strands of his dark hair, massaging his scalp gently.

Vanitas exhaled a breath he had been holding, his body sinking against yours as though conceding to your presence.

You whispered, "It's alright."

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, so quietly it was almost lost to the night, he murmured, "Can I stay with you tonight?"

You did not immediately reply. Instead, you shifted, wrapping one arm around his shoulders while the other continued its slow movements through his hair. You pressed soft, lingering kisses to his temple, as if to soothe something unspoken.

Vanitas' lashes fluttered at the tenderness of it. He was always so easily flustered by genuine affection—more so than he would ever admit.

Finally, you whispered, "Of course you can stay."

Vanitas' eyes opened slightly, his blue irises catching the faint glow of the lanterns from the inn.

"I missed you," you added, your voice barely above a murmur.

Something flickered in his gaze—something fragile and fleeting, gone before you could name it.

Vanitas swallowed, closing his eyes once more. "..Yeah," he murmured, as though it was the only response he could manage.

You did not ask what had happened today. You did not ask about the cut on his cheek, or why he had returned looking so utterly exhausted.

There would be time for that later.

Vanitas shifted slightly, leaning back as if to create some space between the two of you, his head tilting up to look at you.

No, you had other plans.

The moment he pulled away, you caught his face in your hands again, fingers firm yet gentle as you guided him back toward you. Before he could question it, you pressed a warm kiss to his cheek. Then another to his nose. Then another to his brow.

And another.

And another.

Soft, lingering presses of your lips against every inch of his face—featherlight, affectionate, entirely relentless.

Vanitas tensed, a sharp inhale catching in his throat as warmth bloomed across his skin. His hands twitched at his sides, unsure of what to do with himself.

"N-Now—"

A kiss to the bridge of his nose.

"W-wait—"

A kiss to his temple.

He let out a small, utterly betrayed-sounding whine as you continued your onslaught, the sound barely more than a breath yet undeniable in its flustered desperation.

You pulled back just enough to look at him. He was blushing—a soft pink dusting his cheekbones, creeping down to the curve of his neck.

His expression was somewhere between overwhelmed and disgruntled, as though he couldn’t quite decide whether to complain or melt entirely.

You smiled. You loved him like this.

Vanitas—himself in a way few ever got to see.

You didn’t give him a chance to recover.

Before he could pull away again, you slid your arms around him, drawing him in and pressing his head to your shoulder. Your grip was protective, secure, your fingers threading into his hair as you held him close.

Vanitas stiffened at first, as he always did. Then, slowly, he exhaled and let go.

You felt it—the way his body lost its tension, the way he settled into your hold with a weight that spoke of extreme exhaustion.

Here, away from the world, away from prying eyes, he allowed himself to be held.

And it worked wonders.

You felt the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing, the faintest tremble in his hands before they finally, hesitantly, settled against your waist.

Vanitas had spent so much of his life pretending—pretending he didn’t need anyone, pretending he didn’t care, pretending that touch meant nothing at all to him.

But here, in the soft quiet of the evening, beneath the sycamore tree, with your arms around him, he didn’t have to pretend.

Not with you.

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[justchelleing]

Day 5: One night stands

Sorry I'm late in posting I got busy with my studies

Imagine loving the man who knew who didn't want you except for the passionate nights you two spend together. Who crashes his lips against yours with no thoughts of consequence. The very man who kept you warm under the sheets till you slept, slipping away just as your eyes fluttered close. Who insisted you keep it casual, knowing the gentleness of your eyes, a sign of your love towards him that he reminded will be forever unrequited. He was not one for love, you knew that, yet why couldn't you remember that fact when he peppered you with kisses along your neck? When his hand caresses your body, your face. Where was all logic as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his lips trailing down everywhere. It wasn't casual, at least it wasn't for you. He always reminded you, “No attachments, love” but how could you not get attached to him?

AVENTURINE, DAZAI, Vanitas?, Kaeya, Ayato, Jing Yuan + your faves