Warnings: Split between SFW and NSFW, established relationship, mentions of eliminating (not towards reader) and being called 'blood bag' and 'food supply'.
A/N: @mekiza and I collaborated our ideas what it's like being with beautiful Lord Ruthven ♡. Thank you so much for indulging this with me, my love! Divider is made by @benkeibear.
SFW
August Ruthven is quite the perfect gentleman, he will treat you like royalty because you deserve nothing but the best. He enjoys spoiling you with food, clothes, bags, etc. Anything you want, you got it. Though he will tone it down if it gets too overwhelming for you.
You are the only person in the world that does not need to call him ‘Lord Ruthven’. You have special privileges to call him ‘August’. If anyone else calls him ‘August’, he will correct them with a dangerous glint in his eye that it’s ‘Lord Ruthven’ to them.
He enjoys intimacy (not in a sensual way), he likes being so close to you. Holding your hand, placing his hand on your waist, sitting on his lap, or cuddling. He is the big spoon, but he secretly loves it when you cuddle him from behind.
Leaves an imprint (a mark) on your neck to show you are his. If anyone dares sink their fangs on you, he will personally consider this as treason and have them be eliminated.
He is a big and well built man, standing next to you makes him feel powerful and able to protect you from any harm. Also, he finds your height adorable because of how small you are compared to him (sorry if you happen to be taller than him).
August loves listening to your heart beat at night, it brings him comfort and feel at peace. He can’t explain it, but he needs to have his hand on your heart. He may be a powerful and influential vampire, but you are his safe haven.
This man DOES NOT get jealous easily, so good luck on trying to make him jealous. He is confident, put together, and financially stable. In fact, he finds it amusing to see other people trying to win your attention. There is no one better than him, therefore he knows what he is worth.
He is usually a calm man BUT he will get triggered when someone dares call you his ‘blood bag’ or ‘food supply’. His eye color will change and the ground is shaking from his anger (don’t worry you are safe by him).
NSFW
Stating the obvious but it needs to be said … he has a big dick and a wide girth. The first time you see this, your jaw drops or maybe you’re drooling (take your pick). He finds it adorable when you are struggling to take him all in. But he will make sure to prep you, after all you are his precious human. He will not cause you any discomfort.
Has the biggest degradation kink. Grabbing your hair, talking down on you in bed and calling you by degrading names. What comes with his degradation kink is also praise. Calling you a good girl/boy when you follow his orders.
As I said before, August is a big man therefore he has a size kink. No matter what size you are, he can easily carry you without any struggle. He enjoys fucking while standing because of the faces you make when you are taking him so deep.
August is a dom, you cannot make this man be submissive. If you try to, he can easily turn the table around. So there’s no point in trying. He enjoys being in control, taking the lead and showing his dominance.
He loves leaving marks on your thighs, regardless if you’re ticklish he is strong enough to keep you in place. The more you squirm, the more aggressive his bites are. He will train you to get used to his kisses and bites on your thighs, this is his favorite body part.
His fingers are long and thick, he enjoys stuffing them in your holes. He finds it fascinating to see all the faces you make just by his fingers. It’s not even his cock and you are going crazy over them. After he’s done fingering you, he will lick his fingers to watch your expression changing into embarrassment. Again, he finds this adorable.
Cockwarming. Sometimes duty calls where he can’t take time off and needs to handle proposals and paperwork. Having you on his lap, hearing your moans, whimpering or whining and watching you squirming on his big cock will make his work more tolerable.
Not interested in quickies, he prefers taking his time and having an emotional bond with you. He can take his time, pull several earth shattering orgasms out of you, and fill his load up over and over again.
I’m so glad your requests are open again because I’m happy to have found another Vanitas blog! May I request something for Lord Ruthven and Olivier (if that’s too much, just Ruthven please) and them comforting their s/o after that had a bad/stressful day? Spoilers are okay, because I do read the manga. Thank you in advance!
Due to time reasons (and my inability to keep things short) I only managed to write for Ruthven since I didn’t want to wait any longer to write the request. I’m sorry. But still I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
Warning for small manga spoilers about the vampire senate!
~Lord Ruthven with a reader that had a bad and stressful day~
(for this I’m just gonna assume that the reader is a vampire, for convenience sake)
Working for the senate was never easy. Not being a member yourself but being responsible for the archive and it’s confidential documents, you held a big responsibility. A really big one that can often turn quite stressful. It was your job to hand out scrolls and any documents the members of the senate needed for the next meeting and to keep track of every single book that left the archive. All under the order of her majesty herself (or so you’ve been told).
That usually proofs to be quite tasking, documents often didn’t find their way back to the archives on their own so you had to track down the member of the senate that had them last in their possession to get them back.
Some senators would just wordlessly hand them over, not even acknowledging your existence any further. Others would throw an irritating look your way, mostly Lord Bellator, loudly complaining about the way too strict and annoying rules regarding some mere scrolls of paper. Someone like the young lord De Sade you felt like would often purposefully keep the documents longer with him than necessary so you had to seek him out and fall victim to his normally charming (but to you rather tiresome) words.
But you never complained, only doing your job and not letting your annoyance and irritation with the mindless handling of documents of such importance show. That didn’t mean you weren’t mentally and physically exhausted at the end of the day though, having to run around castle Carbunculus and dealing with senators in confrontational ways.
Especially today turned out to leave you quite tired out, just coming back from a word with the hot-headed Lord Bellator after he once again failed to return some scrolls weeks after he needed them. After finally aquiring said documents you locked them away in the archive before laying down your duties for the day.
You didn’t waste any time and directly made your way through the hallways of castle Carbunculus and to the office of the one and only man and member of the senate you could always bear to see.
Stepping into the circular office with the celestial ceiling your eyes immediately fell onto a fire-red mane of hair peaking over mountains of stacked documents on a desk. The faint sound of a metal nib scratching over paper halted immediately. A pair of yellow eyes lifting themselves over the wall of documents and meeting yours, You smile a bit, albeit exhausted, as you step closer.
“Good evening, my dear. How have you been faring?” the man before you greets you while interlocking his hands and resting his chin on them.
You simply sigh in response, straighening your shoulders in the process, “Quite well, August, quite well.”
The man in question raises his one visible eyebrow, that is not covered by his eyepatch, in amusement, “For that you seem quite fatigued to me.”
At that you simply stare at him before the words basically flow out of you like a waterfall, unable to contain the frustration of the day any longer. You fall into a tirade about your day, complaining about everything that bothered you today. Walking back and forth, wildly gesturing with your hands, you especially complain about Lord Bellator and his irresponsible handling of confidental documents, his rude behavior towards you and his audacity to even think so light of her majesty’s rules, even as one so loyal to the crown as he is.
Ruthven watches you during your rant, eyes following you as you energetically walk around the room, lost in your own world as you complain. He occasionally hums in agreement to show that he’s listening. Only that you were too occupied to notice.
After 15 minutes of you talking and talking, complaining and complaining and venting your frustrations you stop, breathing heavily from your frantic movements around the room to underline your intense emotions about the prior events. You turn towards your lover, expecting him to still sit at his desk but to your surprise you find it empty, the massive stacks of papers completely abandoned, seeing him instead standing before one of the many shelves filled with books and strange machinery lining the walls, his broad back turned towards you. One of his hands slowly brushes over the spines of some books delicately adorned with golden lettering.
Thinking that maybe your long tirade had started to annoy him you slowly approach him, an apology, that you disturbed him when he so obviously had a lot of work on his desk still, on your lips. But before you can say anything the old vampire pulls one of the books out of its place on the shelf and turns towards you, a small smile on his lips. He chuckles at your unsure expression before offering his free hand to you, “My, what a tiresome day you had, my dear. Come, I think you need to rest.”
You take his hand and he guides you to the cushioned seating area at the window of his office. Sitting down first he then sits you down next to him before gently grabbing you by your head and slowly pulling it down onto his lap. His one hand stays on your head, occasionaly giving your hair light strokes.
Surprised you look up to him only to see him still hold the book from earlier with his other hand, the cover now visible to you. “Les fables de La Fontaine” it read in golden letters.
“A fairy tale book?” you wonder aloud.
The man nods, “Francis brought this with him from one of his travels in the human world and gifted it to me. He said it is easy on the mind and that made me think that I should perhaps read it to you” he explained while skillfully opening the book with one hand.
That made you slightly scoff with a smile; “What am I to you? A child?”
The hand stroking your hair halts before it starts ruffling through it, making you laugh at the gesture. Yellow eyes swimming in amusement peer down at you, “A child definetely not, but it seems to me that today may have left you mentally quite fatigued, according to your extravagant stories. I figured reading something heavy to you might as well be considered torture at this point”
You let out a light laugh before agreeing with him, opting to close your eyes instead, in anticipation of hearing him read to you. You always admired Ruthven for his calm yet strong voice, the way he could sway the mass with his words. He wasn’t a senator for nothing and all the centuries working in the diplomatic field have left him extremely verbally skilled. So you weren’t really surprised when the man managed to even sway you with his words full of wisdom and knowledge. Something you seldom found in other people/vampires(?) before.
Moving yourself into a more comfortable position on your lovers lap, you began to relax as he began reading to you the first few verses of the first fable.
A few minutes into listening to him you couldn’t help it and let out a small laugh which made the red-haired vampire pause in his reading, “What is it?” he asked.
Chuckling but still with closed eyes you waved him off, “Nothing, I was just thinking how lucky I am to have someone as considerate as you by my side. And someone that always returns his documents to the archive on time, too!”
“Then I’m glad you think that way,” you could hear the smile in his voice before he continues with his story-telling, slowly and surely lulling you to sleep.
