J, P, V, and W? (nsfw alphabet) for noe & vanitas (separately, or just one)
Nsfw alphabet
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
His preference for masturbation is frottage against the mattress. Of course Noé will use his hand as well, but he likes humping the mattress until he comes.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast but gentle. Noé tries to be slow & sensual, but he just gets too excited.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Not overly loud but makes a lot of soft, almost mewing, noises during sex.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Noé adores the breast/chest area of his partner. He loves touching their chest. Snuggling his face in it. Licking their nipples. Anything involving their chest.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Likes to masturbate in the tub or in a closet. Somewhere where Vanitas knows no one will (hopefully) walk in on him.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Slow. This is mostly out of nerves and not wanting to be overly aggressive during sex.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He tries to stay quiet. Because what kind of tsundere would he be if he let his partner know that he actually liked it. Vanitas will moan now and then, but mostly just muffled whimpers as he tries to keep it down. There’s a few times when he’ll let himself go, but it’s pretty rare.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Vanitas, the original, did walk in on him masturbating once. Which is why he now jerks off in a closet where there are 4 walls, a door, and (hopefully) some goddamn privacy!
Keyblade Wielders and Their Keyblades — An Analytic Post (Part 1)
I don't have any kind of intro like in some fancy essays. I'm just obsessed with Keyblades and how heavy/light they would be, long/short, and how their Wielders would use them to fight (specifically, how each of their canonically-given Keyblades suit them and only them).
AFTER-THOUGHT: Uh. I'm tired. So I'm gonna go over the other Keyblades... in another part. Enjoy the first four ones I chose. u_u
KAIRI — DESTINY'S EMBRACE
Slightly on the short-end compared to other Keyblades, and seems relatively harmless (partly due to how "girly" it looks because girly shit is harmless amirite /s). It's curvaceous and adorned with flowers, but the flowers are still made out of metal— they cut very easily into the flesh.
The advantage of having flowers as the teeth is that they can get stuck in your opponent's skin, allowing you to use the momentum to pull them to you or throw them around (similar to alligators and their bites). It's like having tiny circular saw-blades.
Contrary to most Wielders' belief, this Keyblade is one of the heaviest. Riku lifted it once, and although he was strong enough to do it without breaking a sweat, he was still surprised (he expected his own Keyblade to be heavier).
Due to its weight, this Keyblade is perfect for critical hits, and for smashing your opponent into the ground. No need to slash your enemy multiple times: you catch them with the flowery teeth, then use one single hit to reduce them to mush. The hard part is getting close enough to your opponent, but once it's done they have very little chance of escaping.
As reference, I think the way Kairi would actually hit with her Keyblade would be similar to Alice's move with the fully-upgraded Hobby Horse in Alice Madness Returns. Once you're caught in that combo, there's no escaping it.
One of the obvious disadvantages of this Keyblade is its weight: unless you're caught in the momentum of your combo hit, you can't hold it with a single hand. You're also quite vulnerable while using it, because it slows you down. Another drawback: due to how heavy the Keyblade is, you can't really stop once you start swinging it. This means you won't be able to stop your combo right away, and it also leaves your body vulnerable to side attacks.
I know Kairi's Keyblade looks like it's meant for magic because it's girly and all but, maybe it's a hot take, I think she would be lowkey shit at it during an actual fight: her Keyblade is short, so unless she's healing herself or standing right next to her allies, girlie won't be able to Curaga the team's way out of it really far. She's more of a brute force/hammer girl, honestly.
VANITAS — VOID GEAR
One of the longest Keyblades, it is lighter than it looks. For comparison, Kairi's Keyblade is heavier, and so is Riku's Braveheart.
This Keyblade is made for critical hits, but also to keep your opponent far away from you. The teeth are shaped like a cog's. I am God in this post so my headcanon is that they can shift from left to right in a reverse-clockwork fashion, depending on what is needed.
Imma be real I don't think the eyes do anything except being creepy af. I guess they follow you around, maybe they could help the wielder predict where the next hit is coming from. But they probably have a tendency of staring at the wielder.
That's going to happen with any of the BBS characters' Keyblades, so I'll put it for Vanitas's as well: I think his Keyblade can change shape if need be. Not just the cog thing mentioned above, I think he can easily turn his Keyblade into nunchucks or a flail by breaking down the shaft (which has chains on it).
I actually think all Keyblades can change shape (not just as vehicles, as different fighting weapons), it's just that the BBS characters are the only Wielders left with that knowledge. And probably don't think of telling the others because it's such an obvious thing to them.
Void Gear can be held with only one hand, and is a good choice for wielders who mix combat and magic in their fighting style. The length of the Keyblade allows you to cast spells from a distance, as well as hit your enemies without getting too close to them.
The main disadvantage of this Keyblade is also its length: because of it, it is very important that you maintain some distance with your opponent. If they get too close, you won't be able to hit them.
You better be fast if you have this Keyblade; similar to Wayward Wind, Void Gear is a Keyblade meant to hit opponents multiple times in a row. The head of the blade also makes it able to land a few critical hits, but it's still a Keyblade that requires speed to be used at its full capacity. If you were to try a combo hit with it, the first few hits would be quick slashes, and the last one a bigger, stronger hit to smash your opponent.
In case anyone's wondering: putting aside experience on the battlefield and physical abilities, Kairi's Destiny's Embrace would smash Vanitas's Void Gear if he ever got caught in her combo hit. Let's just say she's one of the worst opponents he could be fighting, Keyblade-wise (unless he's able to keep her at bay).
RIKU — BRAVEHEART
(Couldn't find another picture of it, bear with me)
Braveheart is also a long Keyblade, albeit shorter than Void Gear (for comparison). Braveheart looks quite heavy, but it's actually lighter than most people think. I will say, I believe it's still heavier than Kingdom Key and Void Gear, but it's also lighter than Earthshaker and Destiny's Embrace.
So. It's a literal house key. If you've ever had that kind of house key, you know that shit doesn't look sharp but it is (rip my fingers). Braveheart is basically a short spear: it's light enough to maneuver in close combat (as well as throw if needed), but still strong enough to not break under pressure. If used correctly, it's possible to penetrate shields and even bend them a bit, rendering them useless.
The head of Braveheart's blade doesn't have any barb; this means it can't really get stuck in your opponent's shield (or flesh), thus making it easier for them to pull it out. However, the sides of the blade are all made of sharp "holes" that can grip on and tear. It's always a nice touch.
(Technically, if the Keyblade is plunged very far, the start of the blade could act as a barb. Technically.)
I'll probably repeat it throughout the post, but longer Keyblades = better suited for magic users. Mostly because magic users usually fight long-distance, and also use magic for the whole group, not just themselves. If you're alone on the battlefield, having a short Keyblade to cast a Curaga isn't bad, but once you have to throw Firaga at your opponent or heal your partner that's 20 feet away... it's more complicated. Riku doesn't use magic a ton, but he's able to do some minor support thanks to Braveheart's length.
Braveheart is well-balanced: its weight stays more or less the same despite how long it is, compared to Destiny's Embrace (the head of the blade is heavier) or Void Gear (the shaft is the lightest and most fragile part).
Oh yeah, uh. Compared to Destiny's Embrace, Kingdom Key or even Void Gear who have clear shafts (that aren't very sharp, especially in Kingdom Key's case), Braveheart is just. It's the most sword-like Keyblade because it's composed of a hilt and a blade. It was the same for Soul Eater/Way to the Dawn, so I guess Riku just likes when 90% of his weapon is sharp lol.
VENTUS — WAYWARD WIND
(Can you believe there's no HD picture of this Keyblade. It's literally just a bunch of tiny pixels fighting with each other. Anyway, forgive the poor screenshot but THERE'S NOTHING ELSE AVAILABLE)
Okay so I know the wiki says it has a "slight boost in Strength" but. Bullshit. Look at this baby. Actually the reason why I'm talking about Wayward Wind right now rather than Rainfell (who is also interesting) is because Venty Wenty really provided us with the perfect example of a "weak" Keyblade being perfectly fitted to its user's fighting style.
Since Wayward Wind is short, even shorter than Destiny's Embrace, you'd think it's only suited for close combat, and technicallyyyyy you're not wrong. But it's also one of the lightest Keyblades, if not THE lightest.
Wayward Wind is very aerodynamic-friendly. Imma be real I'm no bird or plane expert so. Don't expect fancy terms here. However, me thinks Wayward Wind's blade is shaped a tiiiny bit like a bird's wing, and it also has, like. A giant hole in it. Long story short, it's a perfect Keyblade if you're able to move fast, because it's not gonna get slowed down by the air/wind. It's actually going to catch it perfectly to get faster, so you know. That's nice.
I don't think you can use Wayward Wind if you're reliant on critical hits and reach: it's supposed to make a maximum amount of damage within a short time-frame. Basically, it's like that scene in Jurassic Park where the Compsognathus take tiny pecks at the characters to weaken them and then eat them; except Venty Wenty's alone, and you're still cooked.
Because Wayward Wind is short, you need to get closer to your opponent; like with Destiny's Embrace vs Void Gear (to use examples of short vs long Keyblades), the difficult part is managing to get close. Wielders with long Keyblades will struggle dodging hits from shorter Keyblades once in close-combat.
Coming back to Wayward Wind's "slight boost in Strength", I will be fair. It does has it, and it's all thanks to the blade and the pointy teeth. Still one of the weakest Keyblades overall, do NOT pick if you can't waltz around your opponent.
I think Wayward Wind's other form is actually quite simple: see the lines on the shaft?
I think those lines are basically made to show where the shaft can grow longer. Kinda like with splints, or vacuum cleaners. If Ventus really wants that reach, he can have it by literally extending the shaft of his Keyblade. Also, the blade looks screwed on the hilt/shaft, so I believe he could unscrew it if he wanted to change it/improve it.
I actually wish I had more to say on this Keyblade right now but I really do believe it's not a good Keyblade to have unless you know how to wield it. If anything, it's probably both the weakest Keyblade and also the hardest to wield, because it's so tied to Ventus's fighting style that. It's kinda useless if anyone else tries using it. Venty Wenty has to be special again 😔 /lh
RANKINGS FOR FUNSIES <3
Heaviest to Lightest (Keyblades mentioned)
Destiny's Embrace
Braveheart
Void Gear
Wayward Wind
Longest to Shortest
Void Gear
Braveheart
Destiny's Embrace
Wayward Wind
Strongest to Weakest
Destiny's Embrace
Braveheart/Void Gear (depends on pov honestly. Void Gear's blade is heavier, but Braveheart is technically heavier overall because most of the Keyblade is. Well. A blade. And that's its heaviest part)
Wayward Wind
Magic-Friendly to... magic unfriendly?
Void Gear
Braveheart
Destiny's Embrace
Wayward Wind
Beginner-friendly vs OH GOD DEAR NO
Braveheart
Destiny's Embrace (you mostly have to get used to its weight, honestly)
Void Gear (I didn't take it into account while making the ranking but imagine you're a beginner and your Keyblade has eyes that just stare at you. I'd be shitting bricks)
Wayward Wind (OH GOD DEAR NO)
okay that's it i'm tired <3 if anyone has thoughts to share. please. i'm begging. also i do intend on making the other main Keyblades!! And maybe the world-specific Keyblades if I'm feeling like it.
completly unecessary sexuality HC for Vanitas no Carte almost everyone agrees on anyway
Noé: Homosexual, also unaware that he's a homosexual. Pretty obvious crush on Vanitas he seems not to realize he has. I can imagine Noé being Noé and living in 17th century he has this assumption he has to like women because he's "supposed" to like them despite showing little interest in them romantically. He definetly feels some things but files them under liking him more then others or wanting to be close
Vanitas: Bisexual not because of Jeanne and me shipping him with Noé but more on vibes and vibes alone. He just has this energy
Dominique: Lesbian. She has show little interest in men, which i'm pretty sure she could gain attention from being an attractive woman. If i recall from the manga she doesn't really know how to operate on straight romance becouse of her sister scaring the men away, though when talking with Jeanne her main worry was that she couldn't give her proper advice
Jeanne: Honestly i view her as pansexual and demiromantic? I don't think she would care much for gender if she liked the person then again to figure out she likes someone she would need time for that. Then again i can imagine her being a part of Bureau (do i write it right?) forced her to repress a lot of her feelings and desires. Too much gay tenstion with the women she interacts with to be straight
Ronald: he's the most gay acting straight man you'd ever find
Oliver: canonically been with a lot of women then again i feel like religion is the only thing that prevents him from getting with a man. I'm sure he's curious, maybe just a little. Actually i can imagine him being happier with a man idk why
Johann: he's gay, do i even need to elaborate?
Riche: my girl is bisexual, probably another one that doesn't realize it. I can imagine her gushing over her book crushes (i don't need to Imagine her gushing over Dante that already happens) but she's probably in the category of thinking some girls just look cool or she "would date if she was a man" my dear, that's attraction
Hello again. I saw your reply and it's totally alright. I was thinking about the reactions of Vanitas and Noé when they see reader hurt. But the thing is that she is so good at hiding the fact that she is hurt that the boys don't notice till you collapse because of the loss of blood or they see the wound when she changes. I want to know how the boys will react if the reader almost dies. I want lots of comfort and to see how the boys take care of the reader. Would they freak out or will they be more calm? Would they go after the person who hurt them? P.S.- You don't need to make it a scenario if you don't like it and please make the reader female. (I am obsessed with Vanitas no Carte. I think you saw that already. But can you do this ask with Diluc, Xiao and Tighnari?) And thank you again for accepting my request. Again sorry for the long ask but I always like to explain more. Take your time and again I love your writing.
You're fine, you don't have to apologize:) I like it when people write out what they want, it gives me more to work with and less chance to screw up.
Also, it's not that I don't like either scenarios or headcanons. Just, sometimes, one is easier for me to write than the other. That's all there is to it. So no worries about requesting something specific, it's all good!
He took his eyes off of you for just one second... and you just had to go out and get injured!
It was a messy fight. You had insisted on accompanying him and he only agreed because he thought it wouldn't be dangerous
well, apparently he thought wrong!
at some point, you got separated from him, and even though he knew that you were able to protect yourself, he couldn't help but worry about you!
you were different from him! Your body was fragile, he would never forgive himself if you got injured because he wasn't there to protect you
once he got to you, fighting his way through the masses of enemies, he saw you clutching your left side
he immediately paniced, running towards you, calling your name
however, when he arrived at your side, you simply smiled at him, reassuring him that you were fine
at first, he obviously didn't believe you, but when you got up from the ground with minimal effort, still smiling at him and standing proudly, well... what else could he do but believe your words
that being said, he still kept an eye on you the entire way back to the city, yet you never once gave the impression of being hurt
the more you guys walked and you continued to seem fine, the more relaxed he got. His heart began to slow down again and the anxiety slowly quelling down as well
but that was only until you suddenly collapse at his side
he barely manages to catch you so your head doesn't collide with the ground to hard. His breathing quickens again as panic settles back deep inside his bones
your unconscious, and seeing as you were otherwise fine, he decided to inspect your left side, the one you were clutching earlier
upon touching your shirt, he realised that it was entirely wet, drenched in your blood that now also dripped down his hands
he gulped before pushing the fabric up, revealing a big, open wound to him. You bled out of there this entire time, and only now when he looked back at your face did he realize how pale you've gotten
"You idiot!", he cursed as he picked you up and ran to the nearest city, seeing as he had no further material with him to treat such a big wound
the adrenalin was giving him the boost that he needed to get there as quickly as possible, the only thought in his head the entire time being "Please don't die on me.. please not again.."
a few days later, you woke up again, feeling disoriented. How did you get here? Where was 'here' in the first place?
You tried sitting up, feeling how dry your throat was, but a snip of two fingers against your forehead made you fall back onto the bed again
"Stay down, idiot!", Vanitas voice rang from beside you. He looked at you, relieved that you finally woke up again. You followed his request, yet asked him for a glass of water, which he agreed to get for you
you later found out that, while you were unconscious, Vanitas had stayed by your side this entire time until you've woken up again. He never went away longer than five minutes, not able to take the seperation from you for to long. He just had to make sure that you would make it... that you would survive.
after you were all healed again, he would scold you so much for being this reckless. Didn't you realize you could have died?
Makes you promise to never hide something like that from him ever again, or he would "Make you regret your choice", whatever that meant..
Oh, and for the person who did that to you? Don't you worry... he died on the spot...
Noé
Hiding something like that from Noé... you'd have to be a pretty fucking good actor to get away with that
not only because he's an attentive boyfriend and notices even slight chances in your behaviour due to mood or other things
but also because he's a vampire and can smell blood without issue. nothing can get by his nose!
with that being said.. under the "right" circumstances.. it's even possible for someone like him to miss injuries entirely. It doesn't usually happen, but it can
And today, it seemed, was one of those days
Your boyfriend has had a pretty hectic week. Vanitas had been dragging him around all over the place, and he was exhausted. Not just a bit tired, but thoroughly worn out. To the point that his attention span was now reduced to literal seconds
When he got home that day, he was done with the world. He wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, snuggled up to you
He threw all his stuff carelessly somewhere around, telling himself that he would deal with it in the morning. On his way to the bedroom he came past the bathroom where you were currently in
He greeted you as he walked by. Had it been any other day, he would have noticed the way you jumped around at his sudden words. Or the way your eyes held a tiny bit of panic
But as things were, he didn't catch on to that. Instead, he asked if you would join him in bed, then immediately turned around and kept walking
Seconds later, he collapsed on the bed, instantly falling alseep. He awoke briefly when you joined him, climbing into his arms to snuggle up to him, however he had no idea how much time has gone by since then. And truthfully, he didn't care right now
He remembers his arm tightening around you a bit before falling back asleep. It was a quiet, good nights rest
The next morning, when he woke up next to you, he had this... unpleasant feeling that something wasn't quite right. But since he couldn't place the feeling, he decided to ignore it for now, instead choosing to stay in bed with you a few more minutes
However, when he moved his arms a bit around you, his arm felt weird.. like something had.. dried on top of it
He looked down and almost freaked out when he saw some dried and some fresh blood on his arm
He knew he himself wasn't injured, since he didn't feel any pain. But that would leave only one other option...
He looked down at you, your shirt slightly moved up your body from you moving around in your sleep, revealing to him the bandages wrapped around your entire abdomen, blood seeping out through them
He paniced, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you
You woke from that and he immediately bombarded you with thousands of questions
You tried reassuring him, telling him that since you had some knowledge on medicine, you didn't want to go to a hospital, wanting to treat it yourself
That however, will not fly with him. He picked you up then and there and brought you to the nearest ER, where you were properly taken care of
Thankfully, you didn't need to stay in there, being discharged again with just a couple of stitches, but you sure as hell gave Noé the biggest scare of his lifetime
Will scold you a bit, but will stop of you pout at him enough, telling him that you learned your lesson
Will also make you promise to never hide something like that again. Please, his poor heart wouldn't be able to take that...
For some odd reason, things never seemed to turn out in your favour whenever Vanitas was involved.
Arguably, the current situation was your fault, though this really hadn't been what you had imagined to happen when Vanitas had promised you he was going to find a way to combine his hobby of gaming and your demand for him to spend more time with you somehow.
Right now, you would have preferred had everything stayed the same, however.
Vanitas' attention, even when only partly on you, wasn't always a good thing.
Your thighs were trembling as you forced yourself to stay still and unmoving, inaudible, though it seemed near impossible with the way Vanitas' thigh was pressing against your bare cunt.
The fabric of his sweatpants was damp with your arousal already, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to keep yourself from grinding down against his leg like a bitch in heat, even though Vanitas had given you permission to do just that — as long as you didn't disturb his game, that was.
To be fair, he had been true to his words; this way, you were certainly spending more time together.
Still, making you sit on his lap, naked and aroused, while he was focused on some shooter game was quite cruel, even for him.
The fact that the damn video game seemed to go on for hours and hours on end only made this worse, and while Vanitas was gleefully taunting Dante through his headset after he got an easy kill on him, you had to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stifle any potential moans.
Any noise that was too loud, and his friends were going to be notified of your presence immediately.
The thought alone caused heat to rise to your cheeks; you were quick to hide your face in his shoulder, the tip of your nose brushing against dark hair tied together into a messy rattail.
You were doing alright, though. At least Vanitas wasn't actively teasing you; it was simply the wait that was pure agony, especially with the way your clit was throbbing, and the urge to reach down and touch yourself was nearly overwhelming.
That was against the rules, however.
If you wanted to get off, you had to do so through riding his thigh like a slut; he had made that much clear.
Arousal bloomed in your abdomen, hot and heavy, and sweat dripped down your throat, then over the curve of your tits. You were vaguely aware of how much you were panting, pretty lips hanging open as you pressed your body against Vanitas' own, your chest flush with his.
You really had no idea for how much longer you were able to take this.
Vanitas didn't seem intent on letting this dumb game of his — not the video game, rather the psychological warfare that was his constant teasing — end any time soon, and you were all but aching to come, your face flushed with heat and your thighs shaking.
The only reasons you had to hold back were your pride and the possibility of being overheard, though, now that you were thinking about it, you doubted Vanitas would have taken the risk to let someone else hear your moans.
Right?
The thought that he might have been lying to you about the risk of his friends hearing you only just came to you.
“Hey, Noé—, come on, are you serious? The guy was literally right there, you could have gotten him easily!” Vanitas huffed, his gaze trained on the flickering screen, and, really, you didn't have much of a choice.
Your head was hazy already, pure need and impatience causing your thoughts to feel all muddled, and you couldn't help but come to the realisation that there was no point in holding on.
Your situation wasn't going to improve. This was what you had to deal with, and the remaining shreds of your pride were swiftly whisked away when the fabric of Vanitas' sweatpants rubbed against your clit, the minimal stimulation almost causing you to whimper.
Your first movements were hesitant at best; you balanced yourself on your knees to grind down against his thigh, firm muscle flexing underneath your weight, and, God — that really shouldn't have felt just as heavenly as it did.
Only barely did you manage to swallow a moan down as you repeated the motion, your hips rolling back and forth, back and forth, and you were too distracted by the sparks of pleasure that ran up your spine to notice the way blue eyes found their way onto you, sparkling with amusement.
Suddenly, one of Vanitas' hands moved to rest on the plush curve of your hip, a smug smirk curling his lips upwards. “My, you really are damn needy, aren't you?”
Almost on instinct, your brows furrowed into a frown as you pulled back slightly, getting a better look at him, only for you to narrow your eyes while you pointedly shook your head.
Vanitas, however, only laughed. “Don't try and deny it now. You're all but dripping through my sweatpants, love. The spot where you're sitting is completely drenched already.”
At those words, a high-pitched whimper, laced with embarrassment, left your mouth without your permission, and you were quick to slap one of your hands over it.
Vanitas raised one arched eyebrow. “Oh? What are you, shy?” He tilted his head to the side before understanding morphed into his features, and he huffed out a laugh. “No need to worry about the headset right now. The others are getting food, which means we've got some private time. Isn't that great?”
“Very.” You didn't bother to keep the sarcasm from your tone. “Are you going to fuck me now, or—?”
“Oh? Why would I do that, I wonder?” Vanitas smirk was wide, feral. It exposed one of his oddly pointy canines in a way that could have only been described as cheeky and you clenched around nothing. “I like you quite a lot where you are right now, love. Besides, I'm allowing you to come, didn't I? I don't get what you're complaining about.”
“That really isn't much of a blessing when I'm not allowed to touch myself”, you snapped, and Vanitas looked all too smug when he leaned forward, catching your chin between two of his fingers.
His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, damp with saliva, before it pushed into your mouth. Your lips dropped open willingly, almost as if on instinct.
He all but took his sweet time exploring your mouth, his thumb, slightly calloused, feathering over your tongue before pressing down on it, earning himself a whimper from you; roaming over the bottom rows of your teeth.
Then, suddenly, it thrust down your throat, the intrusion so unexpected you couldn't help but gag; tears welled up in your eyes as your whole body lurched, your back arching as your shoulders curved inwards.
Seconds later, he pulled away again, mocking amusement lacing his tone. “I simply know you'll be able to come this way, too. Have some trust in yourself, my love.”
“No—, Vanitas”, you protested, your voice a breathy whine. You barely paid attention to the way he wiped his finger, now wet with your saliva, on your own thigh. “Please, just give me something; anything.”
“And why would I do that? I'm quite content right now.”
“Please—, I can't come like this. I'm so close already. I can't.”
“You can't come like this, you say, but is it really the method that's bothering you?” Vanitas' eyes shone with mirth. “I wonder; are you simply unable to come without my help by now?”
The guess would have bothered you a lot less had he been wrong.
You didn't respond, you refused to, but the way you pressed your lips together tightly in embarrassment served to be even more treacherous than a confession.
Vanitas' laugh could have as well been pinpricks that were pushed into your skin. “My, that's adorable!” he cooed, free hand roaming over your body. “If only you had told me sooner, darling. I had no idea you depended quite this much on me!”
“Shut up.” Your voice was trembling. Despite how terrible Vanitas was being, you were still dripping wet, your arousal only having grown during the insistent teasing, and you averted your gaze to the side. “Are you going to help me if I admit it?”
“Yes.” The single word was simmering in glee, and you scoffed.
Of course. You should have known it. Vanitas was most happy whenever he got to make fun of you, whenever he got to rile you up, and the current situation was no exception.
As if to aid you in your decision, lithe fingers suddenly dropped down between your spread legs, ghosting over your inner thigh, so close to where you wanted them most.
“Come on, please”, you whined, though you didn't even expect him to comply.
Vanitas had stated his conditions quite clearly.
Now, it was your turn.
“Please.” Your voice sounded terribly meek even to your own ears as you leaned forwards, planning on hiding your face in his hoodie, though Vanitas was quick to, once again, grab your chin and hold you in place; blue eyes meeting yours. Your skin was tingling with humiliation. “I—, fuck, I can't come without your help. Please, Vanitas.”
“Why, with pleasure, my love”, Vanitas crooned, his gaze piercing. “Why didn't you say so immediately?”
Just as you were about to respond with something arguably less polite, your eyes narrowed, he tapped his fingers against your upper thigh twice. “Turn around.”
“Why?”
An impatient click of his tongue. “Just do it.”
Moments later, you had successfully manoeuvred yourself to sit on his lap the other way around; your back now flush with his chest. The change in positions was always tricky, and that was mainly the fault of this dumb gaming chair he had bought — you had whined often enough for him to just get a sofa instead, though he continued to refuse stubbornly, despite the faux leather already peeling off at some spots.
“Are you finally going to touch me now?” Your impatience was evident in your tone, in the way you squirmed. In the way you were clenching around nothing uselessly.
Vanitas snickered, his breath warm against your throat. “Sure, sure. Just one minor adjustment.”
Before you were able to question what he meant by that, he suddenly grabbed both of your thighs, only to lift them up and splay them outwards, hooking them over the arms of the chair and, oh—, you felt terribly revealed like this.
“There we go”, he cooed, his touch feathering over your inner thigh. “That's better, don't you think?”
You merely whimpered in response, cheeks hot with humiliation, though you didn't get much more time to think about how terribly embarrassing the position was.
Suddenly, two of Vanitas' fingers were slowly pushed into you, the stretch causing you to gasp. You were so wet that they slid in easily, and your mouth dropped open into a perfect oval shape as he stretched you open with uncharacteristically gentle scissoring motions.
“Fuck, Vanitas”, you choked out, your back arching as he crooked the digits inside of you, rubbing deliberately over that one spot that made you whine, “Fuck, please—”
“Please? My, you're so greedy. Didn't I just give you what you were asking for?” The teasing lilt to his voice had you clenching around his fingers. “Don't be ungrateful now. I am helping you out, after all.”
A needy noise clawed its way out of your throat as Vanitas' rhythm picked up in speed, the digits thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt steadily. Each movement was accompanied by a lewd squelching noise that had you whining with embarrassment.
Arousal bloomed in your abdomen, sweat caused your hair to stick uncomfortably to your neck, and you were unable to stop yourself from grinding down against his hand, needy, craving more.
Surprisingly enough, Vanitas didn't seem to mind it.
You were only vaguely aware of your own panting; the closer you got, the more desperate your moans grew, and your lashes fluttered against your cheeks.
Then, just as you were about to come, everything stopped. Vanitas' fingers stilled inside of you, and, just as you whined in complaint, his free hand squeezed your cheeks together, effectively shutting you up.
“I was already wondering what took you guys so long.” Vanitas' tone was playful, and it took you a second to realise he was speaking into his headset. To his friends. God. “I was getting lonely. Shut up, Dante—, I certainly didn't miss you, that's for sure.”
Focusing on the constant bickering with his friends seemed impossible, especially with the way his fingers occasionally flexed and twitched inside of you; still, any amount of begging seemed to be in vain.
Vanitas' eyes were trained on the screen in front of him once again, and you briefly wondered how he was able to play the damn game with one hand only.
At least he had been forced to let go of your face again.
Still, your clit was aching, your cunt sopping wet, and it didn't take long until you reached down to touch yourself with one hand; consequences be damned.
As quickly as your bravado had come, as quickly did it vanish into thin air again.
The second Vanitas clicked his tongue at you, disappointed heavy in his tone, you froze mid-movement, your thumb hovering just over your clit.
“Oh? Someone's terribly desperate.” Humour, sharp as knives, laced his voice. “You see, dear, I stopped for your sake. I was under the impression you don't want my friends to hear.”
Suddenly, his headset was moved onto your head, and your eyes widened at the unmistakable voices of Dante and Noé ringing in your ears. In utter vain, you tried to choke down a high-pitched moan as he once more spread you open on his fingers, his pace ruthless. “Apparently, I was mistaken. Be as loud as you wish, then.”
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Riku and Leon (or Squall, you choose) are the first ones to notice it: Vanitas likes to collect stuff. Anything, actually. Give him a bag and he'll fill it with rocks and flowers, big chestnuts that shine between his fingers, seashells he found on the beach and is very careful not to break.
He's like a cat, or maybe more like a bird: every time they visit a new place, or every time the season changes, he looks for new knick-knacks. It doesn't need to be shiny or pretty— Riku doesn't find every seashell or rock pretty.
It seems to hold more than that— Emotional value, somehow. Not that Vanitas would ever admit it, but they've seen the way he caresses every item he finds, before putting it inside his pocket. They've seen the way he looks down at something as they walk, hesitates, then backtracks and shoves it inside his bag; and he'll pretend nothing happened, and no one really cares that much, it's just funny and cute to knock at his room's door and find out he has even more decoration than before, even more boxes filled to the brim with those memories he's gathered.
Riku and Leon are the first ones to notice it. When everyone's enjoying the beach by resting, swimming or playing some ballgame, Vanitas enjoys the trip by staring at the sand for new treasures to find. And when he does find something, his face lights up a bit— A small smile, meant to be only for him, slightly squinting his eyes and showing his dimples.
headcanon that. vanitas paints his nails blue all the time even though he always has gloves on so like nobody sees them. like painting your toenails in winter
vanitas who sits beneath you, smug fuckin’ smirk spread across his lips while his fingers knead the fat at your hips— he loves you on top, so pretty and broken...begging for his attention and his friction while he makes you work for your pleasure.
“relax darling...what’s got you so worked up?” he’s cooing up at you, sapphire of his eyes shimmering through his undeservingly pretty lashes while you hump all needy-like at his cock. your wobbling pouty lips, tear stained cheeks and hungry— lust filled eyes are enough to push him past his limits and yet.. vanitas is still beneath you and the moonlight cast upon your sweaty, joined bodies. “if there’s something that you need...allow me to be of service...how can i help?”
the wet sob you let out is music to his ears, that devilish grin of vanitas’ only deepening— making that bright blue flame of just burn even brighter in your lower belly. “vani...vanitas...” your own voice surprises you, improper for a lady of status as it trembles with desire just as your pussy does fluttering down on the supposed doctors beneath you. “move. please,” your face twists in frustration, lashes heavy with the drops of your own tears and your hand grips the lose fabric of his blouse— dragging the material up and down as you lift your hips, trying to take and take and take from vanitas.
every time you thrust yourself down onto him, the blunt tip of his cock brushes oh so softly against your g-spot, your clit mashing against his tummy and even that stimulation still isn’t enough. you’ll beg vanitas if you have to, plead with him until the sun shines high above paris and your limbs are achey and sore with exertion while you fuck yourself down on him— but you need more, what you have isn’t enough at that amuses him.
“is that all you want..for me to move?”
evil. it dances bright along the flecks in his eyes, carefully placed fingertips dragging themselves in circles along your thighs and hips and then your ass and suddenly. vanitas squeezes. claws digging into the curve of your flesh, holding you still as his own hips jut up— hitting your ass with a wet smack, forcing his cock deeper into your sticky, silky insides before he grinds right up against the mushy spot deep within your walls...sending you wailing, rendering you dizzy.
vanitas does it again, and again, and again— pounding your pretty hole as it squeezes and drools down on him. fucking you harder, faster with his moans sweeter, higher pitched the more he feels your slippery cunt soaking him in your juices. they run like nectar down his thighs, the crude slap of your bodies painting vanitas’ cheeks a gentle shade of pink against his milky, silver moon skin and he can’t help but hold you down against his cock until you’re collapsing forward in his chest.
“vanitas,” you grip his collar, desperate for a taste of him...more of him and if you were none the wiser, you would have believed that silly childhood myth— that his blood ran blue beneath his skin before you. “need more,”
the sound of his pulse going crazy beneath your fingertips has your eyes rolling back, gasping to catch your breath with vanitas like minded beneath you. he moans for you, coos right into the shell of your ear and cups your head to his neck, pulse still strong, blood rushing beneath the tips of your protruding fangs while he fills you up over and over, so perfectly beneath the cold blue moon.
“take what you wish, mon cherie. for everything i have, is yours to keep.”
