#vnc drabble

[tteokdoroki]

hi hello 👋🏾 presenting you with more vanitas crumbs.

vanitas likes to face you during sex so he can see the way your eyes fill with tears whenever he stops moving... always right before you cum— so he can squish your cheeks together and say “what is it, mon cherie? how can i help?” so he can laugh down at you, revelling in the way you struggle to explain to him why he should fuck you. so he can see you hiccup over words lost in the drool seeping from the corners of your mouth, just stuttered out from between wobbly lips.

so it pleasures vanitas to watch you wail and writhe, to have you underneath him while your legs shake around the dips in his slender hips. “p-please vani,” you simper. “oh, move, vanitas!” you sigh desperately, pussy clamping and creaming down on the man like nobody’s business. such an improper thing from a lady like you, but oh so delectable to see you finally become a hungry mess for vanitas himself.

but he also likes to see you come undone, it drives him mad knowing he’s the one to command your body like this— the only time you allow yourself to vulnerably admit how much you need him, when his loving (albeit mean) gaze is locked onto yours as he rocks his cock into your sweet cunt until you’re squirming and there’s even fatter tears in your eyes.

to have you, his love and divine light cum for him, is vanitas’ greatest and truest treasure. so yes, he’ll torture your malleable and ethereal body for countless hours until his cheeks are flushed from the work of making you feel good. but it’ll all be worth it, with your arms wrapped around his neck and weighing him into your sloppy and messy kisses, tongues tangled and saliva swapped. it’ll be worth it because you cum for him, wet and sticky with the taste of vanitas in your mouth, with his saphire eyes locked on yours before his own face twists and he fills you up with his love and seed <3

[littleoanh]

Scenario 1 - August Ruthven First Meeting with You

Characters: August Ruthven x Fem/AFAB Human Reader

A/N: I don't think this will turn into a real series, but I thought it would be cute to write random scenarios. If you have ideas for the scenarios, feel free to drop them in my inbox!

It started out a mundane day for Lord August Ruthven, the senate for the queen. He had come to Paris for a private business trip. He strolled through the bustling streets of Paris, he noticed the outdoor markets, vibrant flowers, and street performers. Despite the liveliness of the environment, nothing seemed to catch his yellow pupil’s attention. As he made his way back to the secret portal to Atlas Paris, he suddenly caught a whiff of a pleasant scent that was indescribable to him. The scent was deliciously sweet and it piqued his interest. Where was this coming from?

“Oh no, I’m so sorry Monsieur.” Lord Ruthven scrunched his thick eyebrow, unaware someone had bump into his large stature body. “Did I hurt you?” A bit confused, his yellow pupil flickered downwards to find your eyes filled with worries.

What a silly question, how could a mere little human such as yourself hurt him? He barely felt the pressure of you running into him, the only reason you caught his attention was your amicable scent. Not realizing how long his silence was, your worried features deepens.

“Are you really hurt?” Your hands were suddenly on him, touching the spot where she had collided with him. He was taken back by your brazen touch, Lord Ruthven rarely allowed anyone, let alone a human, to touch him. Yet, he found himself not minding your hands on him. 

The worrisome expression on your delicate face, he couldn’t fathom why you are concerned about him. He let out a rare genuine laughter and assured you, “I am unharmed.” Watching your expression change from worry to relief was amusing to him. How intriguing, a soft smile appeared on his lips. Your warm hands were still on him, he felt the urge to tease you. “How long do you plan on putting your hands on me, young lady?”

He observed your expression again, your eyes widened and blood rushed to your cheeks. Another thing that intrigued him. “I’m so sorry!” You profusely apologized, quickly pulled your hands away from him. “That was completely inappropriate for me to touch you without a second thought. I hope I didn’t offend you, Monsieur. I-”

Lord Ruthven did not feel offended, not even the slightest. However, his chest felt a strange sensation - a tingle. He never experienced this before with a human. The clock tower in the square rang loudly, catching your attention.

“Oh, I must leave!” You left in a hurry before he could ask for your name, leaving him with a newfound sense of curiosity. Your pleasant, sweet aroma gradually faded away as you slipped further into the crowd.

A rare, genuine smile spread across his square set face. This day had turned out to be anything but mundane. Lord Ruthven continued on his journey, thinking this chance encounter was just a passing moment.

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[tteokdoroki]

I don’t know if you do request but Vanitas/Noé cockwarming their s/o

my requests are closed but vanitas crumbs so

vanitas let’s you cockwarm him as a form of torture— a punishment you don’t even deserve. it’s not that it’s not a trial for himself either, a true test of his patience one might say...but seeing you squirm in his lap, eyes wide and pupils dilated just as crystalline tears start to pricelessly decorate your waterline and having you paw at him for some kind of movement— any kind of friction— is one of vanitas’ most prized possessions.

knowing that vanitas— he, a mere mortal can bring someone like you to the brink of desperation and drive you to beg for the rut of his cock deep inside your velvet walls, is a power he’s so proud to yield. that blue eyed devil has absolutely no mercy and no trouble keeping you situated on his dick while he works or relaxes, resisting you when you hump him with need by stilling your hips or pinching your inner thighs. “behave, my darling, or you’ll only make this game of punishment that little bit worse.” it’s almost sick and twisted the way he enjoys it so much, laughing when you gasp tearily every time he thrusts upwards to surprise you, jolting your entire body at the slight tingle of pleasure, while he enjoys getting his dick wet.

noé my sweetest boy, is so gentle when it comes to cockwarming. it’s just another form of intimacy for him, a way for him to keep you close. with your bare skin touching one another, the vampire will hike your thigh over his, slide his wet dick into you with ease and slowly as though not to hurt you. he yearns for the little shudder that takes over your body and the whimper you let out that feeds his inner romantic soul whenever your bodies connect. noe needs you like this, in the same way that he needs air and uses his gentle touch to brush up and down your back when you feel overwhelmed.

i feel like noé would give in too easily, feeling himself twitch buried deep inside you— eyes full of fondness as he lays you back with lips on yours as you ruin the world for him and tempt him to move. he wouldn’t want you to feel used in that sense, constantly breathing out his affections against your hot mouths while he slowly pulls his cock out of you and thrusts it back in. “i love you, without a doubt, i love you.” he says over and over, just to make sure you know.