TheMercyVerse

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♡ The grape joke (x gn!Reader)

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♡ Cooking up Romance (x gn!Reader)

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♡ Cuddly session (x gn!Reader)

♡ Villain's Princess (x Villain!Reader)

♡ Caught Between Worlds (x Hero!Reader)

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♡ Enchanted Desire (x Vampire!Reader)

♡ Moonlit Passion (x f!Reader)

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As you and Marius entered his apartment, you felt a thrilling sense of excitement coursing through your veins. Finally, you could spend some quality time with the man you adored without any distractions from work. It was a rare opportunity, and you were determined to make the most of it.

You suggested cooking dinner together, a romantic and fun activity that would allow the two of you to bond. Marius was enthusiastic about the idea, and you both headed to the kitchen to get started.

However, as you looked for recipes, you quickly realized that neither of you had much experience in the kitchen. Marius admitted that he had never really cooked before, and you had never had much of an interest in it. But you were both determined to make something delicious. You gathered ingredients, but things quickly spiraled out of control.

You accidentally dropped an egg on the floor, and Marius tried to catch it, but ended up slipping and falling. You both burst out laughing as you helped him stand up. While mixing the ingredients together, you realized you had no idea what you were doing. You poured too much salt into the bowl, and Marius accidentally spilled the flour all over the counter. You both tried to clean up the mess but ended up making an even bigger one.

Finally, after what felt like hours of chaos, you managed to put something resembling a dish into the oven. Both of you waited anxiously for it to cook, unsure of what to expect, shining the light of the oven every few minutes, in fear you would burn the food. When the timer went off, you took the dish out of the oven and tentatively took a bite. It wasn't terrible, but it definitely didn't taste right. Marius made a face as he chewed, but you both couldn't help but laugh at the situation.

As you looked at each other, covered in flour and with a kitchen that looked like a disaster zone, you realized that you had enjoyed cooking together more than you expected. It felt like your relationship was deeper than just the dating stage, as if you two were already a family. With that thought, you felt a surge of affection for Marius grow, and he seemed to have noticed by the way he looked at you.

Unexpectedly, he moved in for a kiss, wrapping his arms around you. The warmth of his embrace felt safe and comfortable as you lost yourself in the moment. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, tasting the sweetness of his lips and some of the flour that he had all around his face. The chaotic kitchen had faded away as the two of you focused on each other, lost in the bliss of the moment.

Marius's hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you responded by pressing your body against his, feeling the heat between you intensify. The kiss became more passionate, and you felt your heart racing with excitement. As the kiss deepened, Marius's tongue brushed against your lips, seeking entry. You parted your lips, allowing him to explore your mouth. His tongue danced with yours, and you moaned softly as the pleasure coursed through your body.

Finally, you broken the kiss, both of you breathless and flushed with desire. Marius pulled you close and rested his forehead against yours, his eyes locked on yours.

"I don't know about you, but I think we should just leave the kitchen like this and pretend it's modern art. We'll call it 'Flour Explosion' and sell it for millions," he joked.

"Ha ha, very funny," you teased him. "But seriously, you aren’t getting off the hook that easily. We are both cleaning up, unless you want to be kicked out."

"Of my own place?" Marius raised an eyebrow playfully.

"Try me," you responded with a smirk.

"Hey, but let's clean ourselves up first," Marius said with a smirk as he lifted his arms, revealing the the mess all over his body. His unkempt appearance was evidence of the intense cooking session he just had in the kitchen.

You couldn't help but smile at his suggestion, since you didn't want him to be uncomfortable in his dirty clothes. "Sure," you said, "you could take a shower while I started cleaning up the kitchen."

But then Marius took a step closer to you, his eyes locking onto yours. He lifted your chin with his finger, causing your heart to skip a beat. You blushed deeply as you heard him say, "That’s not why I meant, darling~"

He slowly pulled down the oversized sweater you were wearing, revealing your cleavage. His gaze was intense as he licked his way up to your jawline, tasting the spices and butter that had clung to your skin from the cooking.

"I prefer the 'feline way',, if you know what I mean" he said with a wider smirk than before.

I later may or may not continue the story where i just left it jsjdshdsj, but anyways...

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As you reflect on your relationship with Cyno, it's clear that he's someone who truly understands you. Being around him feels natural and comfortable, allowing you to be yourself without any pretenses. Though you often daydream about taking your relationship to the next level, you're uncertain if he feels the same way.

Despite this uncertainty, you find yourself drawn to him more and more, especially when you're together. There's an inexplicable chemistry that seems to spark whenever you're in his company. It could just be the result of your strong connection, or maybe it's something more.

Cyno is a person who takes life seriously, yet he also has a quirky side that he loves to express through his terrible jokes. While his humor is often dry and lacking in punchlines, you can't help but appreciate the effort he puts into trying to make you laugh. When he tells a joke, you can see the eagerness in his eyes, and you know that he genuinely wants to bring some levity to your interactions.

Even though his jokes usually leave you cringing and trying to stifle your laughter, it's hard to keep a straight face when you see the earnestness in Cyno's expression. You can't help but chuckle, even if it's just to make him feel better.

One day, you and Cyno are sitting on a grassy hill overlooking the bustling city of Mondstadt, watching the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and pink. Despite the lack of conversation between you, you feel a deep connection to him. You sense his presence next to you, and the comfortable silence is enough to convey your mutual appreciation for the moment.

As you take in the beauty of the world around you, you're grateful to be sharing this peaceful moment with someone who understands you without words. Even though you're not speaking, you're still sharing a meaningful experience together. And in that moment, you feel grateful for the opportunity to share this moment of quiet contemplation with Cyno.

But then, after a few moments of peaceful silence, Cyno breaks the stillness with one of his classic jokes. You groan inwardly, already anticipating the cringe-worthy punchline.

"What did the grape say when it got stepped on?" he asks with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You play along, trying to encourage him. "What?" you ask with a smile.

Taking a deep breath, Cyno delivers the joke. "Nothing, it just let out a little whine!" he exclaims with a flourish.

You stare at him blankly, unsure of how to react. You know his jokes are terrible, but you still find his earnestness endearing. You notice the disappointment in Cyno's eyes as he pouts, wondering why his joke didn't make you laugh. However, you can't help but let out a giggle at the sight of him. Suddenly, his face lights up with the biggest smile you've ever seen from him, even though it's still barely a smile for anyone else. "I knew you'd get it eventually," he says with a hint of triumph in his tone.

You continue to chuckle, shaking your head. "Your jokes are terrible, Cyno," you tease him playfully.

Cyno responds with a serious and determined look on his face. "I'm sorry, next time I'll tell you an easier joke." He genuinely believes that you need more time to understand his jokes, but in reality, you find his reactions to your lack of laughter more entertaining than the jokes themselves.

You turn to Cyno with a warm smile, feeling grateful for his company on this beautiful evening. As you both sit together, mesmerized by the stunning sunset and the sky's transformation into a breathtaking array of pink and orange hues, you can't help but feel content in this moment.

Although Cyno's jokes may have fallen flat, you appreciate the effort he puts into making you laugh and bringing joy to your life. His willingness to go the extra mile for his friendships is something you admire, and it's a quality that draws you even closer to him.

As you lean on Cyno's shoulder and close your eyes, you feel a sense of comfort and security in his presence. He looks at you for a moment without saying anything before his gaze returns to the scenic view from the hill. While the nature of your relationship may be uncertain, you know that your bond runs deep and that you care for each other in a special way.

Suddenly, you hear him say, "You know, I have this new card..." and you let out a sigh.

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As you walked through the League of Villains' hideout, the smell of cigarette smoke and burning embers filled your nostrils. The dimly lit corridors were lined with old, rusty pipes and grime-covered walls that seemed to ooze danger. The sound of footsteps echoed off the walls, and you knew that you were not alone in this labyrinthine hideout.

Approaching the common area, you heard a familiar voice call out to you. "Hey, princess!" Dabi shouted from behind, his voice slicing through the tension like a hot knife through butter. You turned to face him and saw his wicked grin spread across his face, sending shivers down your spine.

Dabi's bright blue flames flickered from his fingertips as he leaned against the wall, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What are you up to?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed at his use of the nickname "princess" that he had taken to calling you lately. It was driving you crazy, and you knew he was doing it just to get under your skin. But you couldn't deny that it gave you butterflies in your stomach whenever he said it.

"I'm just trying to get some work done, Dabi," you replied, trying to sound casual.

Dabi chuckled, and the sound echoed through the empty corridors. "Relax, princess. I'm just messing with you. You know I love seeing that look on your face."

You couldn't help but smile a little at his teasing. Despite his abrasive personality, there was something about Dabi that drew you to him. Maybe it was his confidence, or the way he always seemed to know exactly what he wanted.

As you continued with your work, Dabi hung around, making idle conversation, and occasionally calling you "princess" just to watch you squirm. But as the day wore on, you began to notice something different about the way he said it. There was a possessiveness in his voice that you hadn't heard before, a hint of something deeper than just playful teasing.

You tried not to read too much into it, knowing that Dabi was the last person who would ever admit feeling anything else than hatred and annoyance. But the more he called you "princess," the more you found yourself enjoying his tone and facial expressions concomitantly to his words. It became a secret code between the two of you, a way to show your mutual affection without having to say it outright, even though neither of you actually admitted to it.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Dabi continued to call you "princess," and you continued to let him, secretly loving the way it made you feel. But it wasn't until a particularly intense battle with the heroes that you realized just how much Dabi truly cared about you.

As you fought together, you couldn't help but notice the way that Dabi's muscles rippled beneath his shirt, his movements fluid and graceful as he took down his opponents with ease. Despite the chaos around you, there was a sense of calm that settled over you when you were near him.

And then, in the heat of battle, Dabi turned to you with a look of fierce determination. "Get behind me, princess! I'll protect you!" His voice was like thunder, ringing in your ears, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the intensity of his words.

In that moment, you realized just how much you had come to rely on Dabi, not just as a comrade in arms, but as something more. There was a bond between you that went beyond mere friendship or even attraction. It was something deeper, something that you couldn't quite put into words.

As you moved to stand behind him, you felt a surge of emotion rise up within you. Here was a man who was willing to lay down his life for yours, who saw you as something precious and worth protecting. It was a feeling that you had never experienced before, and it both thrilled and terrified you.

For the rest of the battle, you watched in awe as Dabi fought with a ferocity that bordered on madness. His eyes blazed with a passion that was both terrifying and exhilarating, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at being the one he was fighting for.

And when the battle was finally over, you found yourself drawn to Dabi like a moth to a flame. As you stood there, breathing heavily and covered in sweat, he turned to you with a small, almost shy smile.

You were taken aback by the sudden display of protectiveness, but you couldn't deny the thrill it gave you to hear him call you "princess" in such a serious tone. You knew that he would do anything to keep you safe, and that thought filled you with a warmth that you couldn't quite describe.

As you caught your breath after the intense battle, you noticed Dabi looking at you intently, his eyes softening as he approached you. His usual smirk was replaced with a more serious expression, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest at the sight of him.

Dabi gently took your arm and with his body, he covered the chaos of the battle from your sight. He turned to face you, his eyes piercing into yours, and you couldn't help but feel a warmth spreading through your body at his touch.

He spoke softly, his voice laced with more tenderness than usual. That really surprised you.

"I won’t let anything that’s mine get hurt, alright princess? So rest assured." He carefully lifted your chin and came closer to you, making you feel his hot breath against your skin. His words were simple, yet they held a depth of emotion that you had never heard from him before.

You looked up at him, a mixture of surprise and gratitude on your face. It was as if he was claiming you as his own, and it made you feel both exhilarated and nervous. You had always known that Dabi was fiercely independent and unpredictable but hearing him express his protectiveness over you was a revelation.

Despite his gruff exterior, you could tell that Dabi cared deeply for you, and his words were a confirmation of those feelings. As you gazed into his eyes, you felt a wave of emotion wash over you, and you knew that you had found someone special.

From that day forward, you wore the title of "princess" with pride, knowing that it was a way for Dabi to show the world that you were his. The term had transformed from a teasing nickname to a symbol of his affection and protectiveness over you, and you cherished it more than any other title or honorific.

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You were a hero, but you didn't fight in combat like most of your colleagues. Instead, you worked behind the scenes, providing support and information to those on the front lines. You were good at what you did, and you knew that you were making a difference, even if nobody ever saw you do it.

But there was one person who did see you, and that was Dabi, the notorious villain. You knew it was risky to be friends with him, but you couldn't help feeling drawn to his dark charisma and the way he always seemed to be two steps ahead of everyone else.

You kept your friendship with Dabi a secret, knowing that if anyone found out, you would be branded a traitor and thrown in jail. But you couldn't help feeling a twinge of guilt every time you saw him, knowing that you were supposed to be fighting against him, not befriending him.

After receiving the orders from your team leaders to prepare for the next battle, you felt a sense of dread wash over you. You had always been more comfortable working behind the scenes, providing support and information to the heroes on the front lines. The thought of actually joining them in battle made your stomach churn.

Despite your reservations, you knew that you had to comply with your team's orders. You spent hours training and preparing for the battle, but the fear and anxiety never left you.

Finally, the day arrived, and you found yourself standing on the battlefield, surrounded by heroes ready to fight. You tried to blend in with the crowd, hoping that no one would recognize you.

But as soon as you locked eyes with Dabi, you knew that your cover was blown. He looked just as surprised to see you there as you were to see him. You could feel his eyes on you as he quickly recovered and began to fight alongside his fellow villains, showing a serious face, sometimes even letting out a smirk when he hit any of his opponents.

Your heart raced as you tried to focus on the battle at hand. You knew that your actions would determine the outcome of this fight, and you couldn't let your fear get in the way of your duty. But now and then, you caught a glimpse of Dabi, a slight fear washed over you, as he was a powerful and recognized villain and you, right now, were his enemy. But at the same time, you couldn't help but looked amazed. The same look of intrigue as the first time you two met, could be seen in your eyes.

As the battle raged on, you found yourself staying at a safe distance, doing your best to provide support without getting in the way of the heroes on the front lines. You kept your focus on your work, knowing that your actions could make a difference in the outcome of the battle. Suddenly, you noticed Dabi. He was fighting fiercely, throwing flames left and right, but he also seemed to be doing something else. Something that caught your attention, something that made your heart skip a beat. Dabi was protecting you.

You couldn't believe it. Why would he do that? Did he really think of you as his friend? You always thought it was more of a one sided feeling, as he always looked bored near you. Though he would always come to meet you, no matter what.

Dabi wasn't attacking you. Actually, he wasn't throwing any attacks in your direction at all. You watched as he subtly redirected his teammates' attacks, hitting them just enough to deflect them away from you. It was as if he was trying to keep you safe without drawing too much attention to himself.

After what felt like an eternity, the battle had finally come to an end. You let out a long sigh of relief, grateful that you and your team had emerged victorious. But even in the midst of your triumph, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The memory of the villain's attack was still fresh in your mind, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that you had been lucky to survive.

As you tried to catch your breath and steady your nerves, you suddenly saw one of the villains getting anxious. It was as if he had lost all hope, and was determined to go down in a blaze of glory. Before you could react, he threw a massive attack, and you found yourself in the direct line of fire.

You froze, unable to move, as the powerful attack headed straight towards you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you could feel the fear rising within you. It was as if time had slowed down, and you were trapped in a nightmare from which you couldn't escape.

But then, out of nowhere, Dabi was there. He came running towards you, with a determined look in his eyes. And before you could even comprehend what was happening, he used his body as a shield, placing himself between you and the oncoming attack.

"Are you okay?!?" His panic was evident in his voice, even if he tried to hide it as he looked at you with concern. You couldn't answer, tears forming in your eyes, as you watched the injuries all around his body. It was clear that he had taken the brunt of the explosion, just to protect you.

In that moment, you felt overwhelmed with emotions. Gratitude, respect, awe. You couldn't believe that Dabi had risked his life for you, that he had placed your safety above his own. You felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you , as you struggled to find the words to express how you felt.

Dabi looked at you with concern but still with a fierce look in his eyes, ignoring how everyone else around you was looking at the two of you in great confusion. He was mad at the fact that you had been in danger. Mad at everyone in your team and mad at himself. He stood there silent, in front of you, as if you were the only thing that mattered to him, as if he had forgotten everything else in the world. You wondered what was going through his mind, what he was feeling, what he was thinking. Your throat tightened as you reached out to touch Dabi's injuries, your hand hovering over his wounds.

Dabi's eyes widened, as if coming out of a deep thought. His touch was gentle as he caressed your cheek, his eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that you had never seen before. You felt your heart skip a beat as he turned his body towards you, his face close to yours. For a moment, you forgot about everything else in the world, lost in the warmth of his touch.

"I'm alright, [Name]," he said softly, his voice soothing your nerves. "You don't have to worry about me." His usual smirk came back, trying to make you feel better in his own way. You couldn't help but smile at his attempt to lighten the mood, even though you knew that he was badly injured.

"I guess I should thank you for keeping things interesting, huh? I was getting bored with all the easy fights."

You found yourself nodding with a sad smile, too overwhelmed to speak. You wanted to believe him, to trust that he was okay. But as you looked at him, you could only see his bruises, the cuts and burns on his skin, the pain that he was hiding so well.

Your heart ached with a mixture of emotions - gratitude for his sacrifice, guilt for being the cause of his injuries, fear for what could have happened if he hadn't been there to protect you. You wanted to say something, to express how you felt, but the words refused to come out.

In that moment, all you could do was to look into his eyes, to try to convey your emotions through the intensity of your gaze. You hoped that he could see how much he meant to you, how much his sacrifice had touched your heart. And as you looked at him, you knew one thing for sure - you would never forget what he had done for you.

Dabi, seeing how shaken you still were, took your hand and began to lead you away from the battlefield, ignoring the chaos and the fighting still happening around you. You stumbled along beside him. Finally, you both made it out of the battle zone and into a nearby alleyway. Dabi leaned against a wall, still breathing heavily from the explosion, but he didn't let go of your hand. You looked at him, tears still streaming down your face. He smiled at you, as soft as a terrific villain like him ever could.

"You're safe now," he said, his voice low and comforting, wiping your tears away. You leaned into him, feeling his warmth and strength, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You felt safe in his embrace, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and affection for him. As you both stood there, wrapped up in each other, you realized that your feelings for Dabi had grown beyond friendship. Despite the fact that he was a villain, you couldn't deny the attraction and connection you felt towards him.

Dabi's eyes were fixed on yours, as if searching for something in the depths of your soul. You could feel his gaze piercing through your defenses, tearing down the walls that you had built around your heart. In that moment, you knew that he felt the same way you did - the same overwhelming mix of emotions that threatened to consume you both.

Without a word, you both leaned in towards each other, closing the distance between your bodies. As you wrapped your arms around him, you felt the rough fabric of his coat against your skin, the heat of his body mingling with yours. You could taste the saltiness of your own tears as they mixed with his lips, the taste of him filling your senses. You wanted to hold onto this moment forever, to never let go.

As the kiss deepened, you felt him pull you even closer, his hands exploring every inch of your body as if he were trying to memorize every curve and line. You could feel his desperation, his desire to hold onto you, even as he knew that he had to let you go.

The kiss was intense, filled with a depth of feeling that you had never experienced before. It was as if time stood still, as if nothing else in the world mattered except for this one perfect moment. But even as you kissed, you both knew that it couldn't last. The reality of your situation hung heavy in the air, like a weight that you couldn't escape.

As you both pulled away, you looked at each other, tears still in your eyes. You could see the pain and longing in Dabi's gaze, the same emotions that you were feeling in your own heart. You shared a small smile, a silent acknowledgement of the pain that you both carried.

You knew that your love was doomed, but for that brief moment, you allowed yourselves to be happy.

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You and Vanitas had been wandering through the dark forest, seeking shelter from the sudden storm that had caught you by surprise. Rain pelted against your skin, and lightning illuminated the path. Both of you had been traveling together for some time now but were still getting to know each other. You admired Vanitas' courage and wit, while Vanitas was drawn to your kindness and beauty.

As you stumbled upon a deserted mansion, you decided to seek refuge inside, hoping to wait out the storm. The door creaked as Vanitas, with your help, pushed it open, revealing a long, dimly-lit hallway. Then, you cautiously made your way through the mansion, the eerie silence only broken by the sound of the footsteps.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and you felt a sense of unease, wondering if you had made a mistake in seeking shelter here. Vanitas, on the other hand, was unfazed. He cracked jokes and made light of the situation in his usual teasing tone, putting you at ease.

"Who needs fresh air when you can breathe in the musty scent of ancient ruins?" Vanitas joked in a sarcastic tone. "You know, you could make a career out of stand-up comedy." You chuckled quietly. "You really know how to flatter a guy [Name]. But let's focus on getting out of here first, and then we'll worry about my potential comedy career."

Suddenly, you heard a creaking noise and a trapdoor in the floor gave way, causing Vanitas to fall through. Acting quickly, you followed him down the trapdoor, landing on top of him.

Laying on the ground, having the wind knocked out of him, he managed to gasp out a witty remark despite the pain, "I always knew I had a soft spot for you. Turns out it's my ribcage."

You pouted, dismissing his joke with a blush, "Um,, are you okay? Sorry for, eh,, landing on you like that..."

"Don't you worry, [Name]. My ribcage is made of steel. Or maybe it's just the corset...either way, I'm good as new.". He knocked on the corset under his coat, as if it were a piece of armor. Light giggles could be heard from your side, as you were trying to cover your laughter, in vain. You were glad it was Vanitas who stood by your side in this situation. He was always able to turn an uncanny situation into a funny adventure.

You two had already been exploring the abandoned mansion for hours, searching for a way out. The old walls seemed to stretch on forever, and every door in the path was locked tight. The air was heavy with dust and the sound of footsteps echoed ominously. After a long time had passed, you were able to open a single door and found yourselves in a small room in the mansion's second story, surrounded by old furniture, huge windows, and cobwebs. How did you even end in the second story after falling downwards? That was a mystery by itself.

Seeing as you were going to have to stay there for a while, you both decided to make yourselves comfortable. As the night wore on, the two of you started to talk, sharing stories about your pasts and dreams for the future. Most of the talking was done by you, but still, it was quite rare to hear so much about vanitas, as he was very reserved when it came to talking about himself. That is why you listened intently, feeling a connection to him that you couldn't quite explain.

As the night wore on, you couldn't help but notice how handsome Vanitas was, with his sharp features and piercing gaze. You felt a sudden attraction to him, a desire that was too strong to ignore. Vanitas too felt drawn to you, noticing the little things that made you unique. The way you smiled, the way you moved... He found himself thinking about you more and more as the night went on, wondering what it would be like to be with you. It felt like the mansion enchanted you, made you feel different, made you show the emotions you had buried inside of you.

While you talked and laughed, your bodies slowly began to draw closer. You leaned in towards each other, your eyes locked in a passionate gaze. You could feel your heart racing, your body trembling with anticipation.

You felt Vanitas' body heat against yours, and something inside you shifted. As if sensing your thoughts, Vanitas turned to you with a smirk. "You know, I always knew you had a thing for me," he teased, nudging you softly with his elbow.

You blushed, feeling embarrassed but also strangely exhilarated. "Shut up," you muttered, leaning into him.

Suddenly, you felt a powerful urge to bite Vanitas. It was a strange desire, one that you had never experienced before. But the more you thought about it, the more you wanted it. How would his blood taste like? What would it feel like to be intimate with him as your fangs penetrate his body with a slight resistance from his body?

Vanitas noticed your restlessness and leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "What's on your mind?" he whispered. He sensed your desire, and without letting you speak, he joked about it. "You really have it bad for me, huh?" he said with a grin.

But then he looked into your eyes and saw the hunger there. And something in him shifted too. He had always been attracted to you, but this was different. This was a primal, raw desire that he couldn't ignore.

In the heat of the moment, both of you gave in to your desires. You sank your teeth into Vanitas' neck, feeling the warm rush of blood in your mouth. It was like nothing you had ever experienced before - a heady mix of pleasure and pain, intimacy, and danger.

He let out a small gasp, but he didn't stop you. He wanted this just as much as you did, if not more. "You're really going to do it, aren't you?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement, gasping between words.

There was no response from your side, as you were too caught up in the sensation of his blood gliding into your mouth, feeling his warmth inside you, moving through all your extremities. He was inside you. You felt a rush of emotions, a mix of desire, love, and gratitude towards Vanitas for allowing you to do this. As you drank, you could feel his heartbeat slowing down, his body relaxing against yours. Vanitas cheeks became warm, his gaze unfocused. He could barely keep his head steady, looking at you with an expression full of pleasure.

You felt Vanitas' hand reach up to hold onto your arm gently. He was careful, but worried about you getting carried away. You, on the other hand, was lost in the sensation covering all of your body. It was a feeling that you could never have imagined before, and it was so much better than anything else you had ever experienced.

Vanitas didn't try to pull away, instead he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you against him. He knew how much this meant to you, and he wanted to give you everything you needed. Besides, it wasn't like he didn't enjoy the intimacy of the moment.

When you finally pulled away, he could feel the mark you had left on his neck, a faint sting that only added to the pleasure of the experience. He grinned, running his hand through your hair. "You know, I'm pretty sure I'm the only human in history who can say they've been bitten by a vampire and enjoyed it."

You laughed softly, nuzzling your face into his chest. "You're such a dork, Vanitas."

He chuckled, supporting his chin on your head. "Hey, I take offense to that. I'm a very serious and important person."

"Right, of course,” you said in a teasing manner, your voice laced with affection.

You laid together in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the afterglow of the moment. The room was quiet, save for the sound of their breathing and the occasional creak of the old mansion settling. Outside, the moon shone down on the garden, casting long shadows across the floor.

As you drifted off to sleep, Vanitas felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew the both of you were still in danger, still trapped in the mansion. But he also knew that you both were in this together, and that was all that mattered.