[ she might implode from how delightful he would be stuttering over the words while flushed down to her toes, herself. if he did read to her, she doubts she would last long before she threw the book to the side to act out whatever he was saying. ]
What?? You changed your mind? Why not? What's wrong with it?
[They both would implode, just for two very different reasons, honestly. Though he would hardly complain about her jumping his bones after getting riled up by the act of reading such lewd details out loud.]
I'm gonna think of certain things whenever you eat the actual food if you keep calling it that...
[So too do his, although for probably a different reason: to keep him from making an embarrassing squeaking noise at the thought of her "tasting" him.]
their conversation has TAKEN AN ABRUPT TURN. while jeanne blushes hotly, all over, she doesn't want to stop either. such is her relationship with him. doing things she's probably not supposed to but not giving it up.
this risque way of exchanging messages is what he meant earlier, right? right?? ]
He too is ridiculously heated all over, thinking naughty thoughts about her. The fact that what they did and continue doing is probably taboo only makes it more alluring, really.
Even when she asks such a bold and forward question like that.]
bold and foward? her? him. describing such detail of her
oyster. since they are using EACH OTHER'S FAVORITE DISH.
it's cranking her body's temperature up so high it's as though fire rages through her limbs. actually, all she can do is stare at the message for too long. whatever her phone's material is made of? it creaks under the strain of her powerful grip. flashes of the past few nights make her breathing hitch and her toes curl. of what it was like on her side. heaven, too. ]
If he wasn't flustered and feeling bothered before, he certainly is now that she's calling him out for the noises he made. It was embarrassing then, and now it's even more so due to the separation of them and the fact he has precious little to distract him from recalling the noises he made.
This is going to require them getting together to satisfy their urges, isn't it?]
unlike him, she's not nearly as embarassed about any noises she made. it felt good. she wanted him to know it felt good somehow since anything she was trying to express with words was just incoherent babble. ]
I liked how you said my name. Sometimes, halfway through, you just gasped. Or you clenched your teeth. Or you'd whine a bit.
And she did a damn good job of it, since that music to his ears has been sustaining him these past weeks apart. If he was more crude, he'd be jerking himself off now. Instead, he's merely writhing on the bed, twisting this way and that, trying to get some stimulation.]
I could feel it every time you breathed in
you'd squeeze me and make me wanna come right then and there
[ vanitas taking the leverage route. to no one's shock. really.
she's still technically supposed to be on guard duty. she's sitting in a chair, squirming around and squeezing her thighs together, while luca tends to the politics of his station in a nearby conference room.
some of her old frustration for vanitas bubbles up, but it's also coated with lust. the irritation doesn't feel as cold or sharp. it's a fond annoyance.
cheeky little...
maybe this is the risk he mentioned before. together. ]
[Anyone who is surprised would need their head checked out, really. He's a devious little so and so.
By now he's removed both his bows and vest, leaving only his shirt and pants as the solitary obstacles to pleasure. Tempting as it is to simply go ahead and jerk himself off, he much prefers to have Jeanne instead.
So he simply settles for rolling onto his stomach, clutching his phone with both hands to type his message.]
[ in the middle of writing a short note for her absence, she gets that message. reads it.
and pretty much leaps out the nearest window after signing her name at the bottom.
he misses her.
he misses her.
not even vanitas taking himself into his own hand and sending her a picture of his hand wrapped around would have gotten her moving faster. she's at hotel chou chou in record time, out of breath with the SPEED she used. instead of bursting in through the window, she waits there and stares at him lounging on the bed. right on his stomach. cute...
[It's a sweet moment of vulnerability that he rarely indulges in. A moment of weakness where he lets himself simply feel and be attached to someone in more than just a casual way.
Which shouldn't be surprising given all the "I love you"s he's spouted, and yet. And yet...
He can barely stand to admit as much to her without nearly wanting to bury his face in the pillow beside his head.
So instead he simply rubs his cheek against the mattress, sigh wistfully.
Until he gets her message.
At which point he glances behind him and nearly falls out of bed.]
here she is, still flushed from the top of her head and across her cheeks. still out of breath from not only moving as fast as she possibly could but from what they were talking about. she's a fraction away from whining at him to open the window.
instead, she stares blankly. ]
Wha - wh - was I not supposed to be?! Y-you said...!
[HE DIDN'T THINK SHE'D ACTUALLY COME!! Nobody ever did before...
Thankfully Vanitas is not that cruel, even if he is a dumbass. So he hurries over to open the window, then steps back to give her space to enter. His own face is beet red and he gazes at her with wide, bewildered eyes, like he can hardly believe his words had this effect.]
N-No, it's fine... I just-- I mean...
[Suddenly bashful and even a touch ashamed, he hurries back to the bed to put his phone away. ...and then he proceeds to start putting away his discarded clothes. Hanging up his vest and draping his ribbons over the back of the chair. Seemingly ignoring her??
But no-- he keeps stealing shy little glances at her.]
she is cautious about entering, too. though something in her is screaming to do her usual. pin him to the wall or throw him on the bed or even shove him into that nearby chair. it's tempting. he's defenseless when his back is turned to her.
while he's busy scuffling about, she fumbles for her phone and pulls it out to reread the text. h-he said it, right? when she finds the right message, she lifts her phone and shows off the text.
look at that. a crack in her screen. that's new. ]
W-was I maybe too forward? Too pushy? Or demanding? Is that why?
He either doesn't notice her hesitation, or perhaps more likely, he's just too flustered to address it outright. She probably would have better luck simply tackling him into the bed or forcing him into the wall, as per usual. He responds so well to such forceful tactics, after all.
But once confronted with his own words, he stops in his tracks, burying his face in his hands with a quiet moan that's half needy, half exasperated. At himself, of course.]
N-No...! It's nothing like that. I'm just...
[Seeing the crack in her screen, he has to find the words to properly express his feelings. It takes him a few moments, though, and the sound of him swallowing is audible.]
I'm really glad you're here...
[He's also glad he's wearing dark pants that help hide his arousal.]
[ purely confused now, she tilts her head and waits for him to finish his thought.
when he does, with something so so sweet, her phone lowers from where she clutches it to her chest. there is the issue of her ALSO being incredibly aroused, although far less obvious, but some of the tension drains from her shoulders. ]
Vanitas... [ ah - ] No. Macaron...
[ saying it in person makes her heart flutter and she smiles shyly. very different from the jeanne telling him not to cum without her. setting her phone aside, she opens up her arms to him and waits. ]
[He's grateful that she waits for him to finish before speaking; it helps him get his thoughts in order so he can properly articulate these wondrous feelings he has for her.
...okay, maybe he still sucks at it. But at least he got the words out? That's something, anyways.
Hearing her call him that pet name in person has his blush creeping up his cheeks again, coloring the tips of his ears red.]
J-Jeanne... Do you wanna...
[Then she's offering him a place of warmth and comfort, and before he knows it, he finds himself stumbling into her grasp, nuzzling his face against her neck with happy sigh.]
[ whatever it is that he's going to ask that she wants to do? the answer is yes. if it's this, holding each other in a tender embrace all night. jeanne's arms wrapping around his shoulders. one hand set on the back of his head and her nose pressed into his hair. his scent fills her senses, made sweeter by his blood, but she's able to control the urge.
the medicine is still working. for now.
if what he wants is something else? a repeat of beautiful moans and addictive whimpers. of warm, wet, tight flesh squeezing with an inhale. of clenched teeth and glistening skin? the answer is also yes for that. ]
I came here for you and what you need. [ because he said he missed her.
and she wouldn't be here if she didn't want it, too. he doesn't need to worry. ]
[He knows that being so close to her always comes with the risk of her needing to feed, but he doesn't mind. He never does, even if he's not in the mood. Because he made her promise, and she's kept to it. How could he ever deny her? Just like he could never turn her down if she wanted sex nowadays.
[ jeanne isn't completely selfless. but after everything she's learned today, after he admitted he missed her, she couldn't stand being away from him either. there will be a lot of questions when she returns to the estate.
that's a later problem.
her current problem that isn't actually a problem is the teeth at her throat. that one tiny, sharper canine scraping at her pulse. they make her feet unsteady as she follows his lead toward the bed.
he tells her what he wants and it gets her blood pumping. her face reddening. the insistent ache between her thighs coming back as strong as before, reminding her it's still there. ]
That's right. You said... you wanted to cum...
[ it's practically a purr in her throat as grabs a button and unclasps it on his shirt. ]
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on the bEACH
What?? You changed your mind? Why not? What's wrong with it?
HELL YEAH
I'm gonna think of certain things whenever you eat the actual food if you keep calling it that...
livin the dreeeeeeeeam
it takes her some time to figure it out and her fingers slowly press to her lips. ]
You'll think of me...
Tasting your macaron again?
a vacation after 30 years hahaha
I
Y
Yeah... Since feeling you on me is so good...
nah retirement home
their conversation has TAKEN AN ABRUPT TURN. while jeanne blushes hotly, all over, she doesn't want to stop either. such is her relationship with him. doing things she's probably not supposed to but not giving it up.
this risque way of exchanging messages is what he meant earlier, right? right?? ]
What was your favorite part?
I'll take it honestly
He too is ridiculously heated all over, thinking naughty thoughts about her. The fact that what they did and continue doing is probably taboo only makes it more alluring, really.
Even when she asks such a bold and forward question like that.]
f
feeling you surrounding me..... so warm and
wet
tight
[He was in heaven, really.]
beach house and food delivery pls
bold and foward? her? him. describing such detail of her
oyster. since they are using EACH OTHER'S FAVORITE DISH.
it's cranking her body's temperature up so high it's as though fire rages through her limbs. actually, all she can do is stare at the message for too long. whatever her phone's material is made of? it creaks under the strain of her powerful grip. flashes of the past few nights make her breathing hitch and her toes curl. of what it was like on her side. heaven, too. ]
I liked
your whimpering.
god yes plz...
If he wasn't flustered and feeling bothered before, he certainly is now that she's calling him out for the noises he made. It was embarrassing then, and now it's even more so due to the separation of them and the fact he has precious little to distract him from recalling the noises he made.
This is going to require them getting together to satisfy their urges, isn't it?]
a
and I liked your moans...
they were
really beautiful
if i ever get rich i will inv u to my beach house
unlike him, she's not nearly as embarassed about any noises she made. it felt good. she wanted him to know it felt good somehow since anything she was trying to express with words was just incoherent babble. ]
I liked how you said my name. Sometimes, halfway through, you just gasped. Or you clenched your teeth. Or you'd whine a bit.
uwu same goes for me <3
And she did a damn good job of it, since that music to his ears has been sustaining him these past weeks apart. If he was more crude, he'd be jerking himself off now. Instead, he's merely writhing on the bed, twisting this way and that, trying to get some stimulation.]
I could feel it every time you breathed in
you'd squeeze me and make me wanna come right then and there
like
I wanna do right now
uwu <33
it's that text, that he wants to right now, which has her poor phone suffering a large crack across the screen. by her own hand.
it still works just fine, fortunately, but now she's a strange mix of unbearably turned on but also upset. ]
You can't.
I'm not there.
>w< πππ
He could simply agree and let the matter drop. Or... he could leverage it to his advantage.
Guess which one he goes with?]
then perhaps you better come over...
I don't know how long I can hold on for
πππππππππ assplodes
she's still technically supposed to be on guard duty. she's sitting in a chair, squirming around and squeezing her thighs together, while luca tends to the politics of his station in a nearby conference room.
some of her old frustration for vanitas bubbles up, but it's also coated with lust. the irritation doesn't feel as cold or sharp. it's a fond annoyance.
cheeky little...
maybe this is the risk he mentioned before. together. ]
Hold on long enough until I'm there, macaron.
asdlkf ASSploding
By now he's removed both his bows and vest, leaving only his shirt and pants as the solitary obstacles to pleasure. Tempting as it is to simply go ahead and jerk himself off, he much prefers to have Jeanne instead.
So he simply settles for rolling onto his stomach, clutching his phone with both hands to type his message.]
okay...
but you better not take too long
I
I miss you
HEARTS EXPLODIN OUT MAH ASS
and pretty much leaps out the nearest window after signing her name at the bottom.
he misses her.
he misses her.
not even vanitas taking himself into his own hand and sending her a picture of his hand wrapped around would have gotten her moving faster. she's at hotel chou chou in record time, out of breath with the SPEED she used. instead of bursting in through the window, she waits there and stares at him lounging on the bed. right on his stomach. cute...
his vest is gone, too. ]
Turn around.
I'M CRYIN
Which shouldn't be surprising given all the "I love you"s he's spouted, and yet. And yet...
He can barely stand to admit as much to her without nearly wanting to bury his face in the pillow beside his head.
So instead he simply rubs his cheek against the mattress, sigh wistfully.
Until he gets her message.
At which point he glances behind him and nearly falls out of bed.]
Wha--! Jeanne?! You're here??
[That was fast!!]
IM FARTINKLDJGLKdg NO IM DONE
NOT TO TAKE TOO LONG!!!
here she is, still flushed from the top of her head and across her cheeks. still out of breath from not only moving as fast as she possibly could but from what they were talking about. she's a fraction away from whining at him to open the window.
instead, she stares blankly. ]
Wha - wh - was I not supposed to be?! Y-you said...!
[ HELP. LET HER IN. ]
ASDLFKJ HAHA PLZ
Thankfully Vanitas is not that cruel, even if he is a dumbass. So he hurries over to open the window, then steps back to give her space to enter. His own face is beet red and he gazes at her with wide, bewildered eyes, like he can hardly believe his words had this effect.]
N-No, it's fine... I just-- I mean...
[Suddenly bashful and even a touch ashamed, he hurries back to the bed to put his phone away. ...and then he proceeds to start putting away his discarded clothes. Hanging up his vest and draping his ribbons over the back of the chair. Seemingly ignoring her??
But no-- he keeps stealing shy little glances at her.]
chokes him lovingly
she is cautious about entering, too. though something in her is screaming to do her usual. pin him to the wall or throw him on the bed or even shove him into that nearby chair. it's tempting. he's defenseless when his back is turned to her.
while he's busy scuffling about, she fumbles for her phone and pulls it out to reread the text. h-he said it, right? when she finds the right message, she lifts her phone and shows off the text.
look at that. a crack in her screen. that's new. ]
W-was I maybe too forward? Too pushy? Or demanding? Is that why?
watches him moan like a wanton wonton
He either doesn't notice her hesitation, or perhaps more likely, he's just too flustered to address it outright. She probably would have better luck simply tackling him into the bed or forcing him into the wall, as per usual. He responds so well to such forceful tactics, after all.
But once confronted with his own words, he stops in his tracks, burying his face in his hands with a quiet moan that's half needy, half exasperated. At himself, of course.]
N-No...! It's nothing like that. I'm just...
[Seeing the crack in her screen, he has to find the words to properly express his feelings. It takes him a few moments, though, and the sound of him swallowing is audible.]
I'm really glad you're here...
[He's also glad he's wearing dark pants that help hide his arousal.]
give me the whimpers
when he does, with something so so sweet, her phone lowers from where she clutches it to her chest. there is the issue of her ALSO being incredibly aroused, although far less obvious, but some of the tension drains from her shoulders. ]
Vanitas... [ ah - ] No. Macaron...
[ saying it in person makes her heart flutter and she smiles shyly. very different from the jeanne telling him not to cum without her. setting her phone aside, she opens up her arms to him and waits. ]
whimper simper haha
...okay, maybe he still sucks at it. But at least he got the words out? That's something, anyways.
Hearing her call him that pet name in person has his blush creeping up his cheeks again, coloring the tips of his ears red.]
J-Jeanne... Do you wanna...
[Then she's offering him a place of warmth and comfort, and before he knows it, he finds himself stumbling into her grasp, nuzzling his face against her neck with happy sigh.]
vanitas the whimper simper
the medicine is still working. for now.
if what he wants is something else? a repeat of beautiful moans and addictive whimpers. of warm, wet, tight flesh squeezing with an inhale. of clenched teeth and glistening skin? the answer is also yes for that. ]
I came here for you and what you need. [ because he said he missed her.
and she wouldn't be here if she didn't want it, too. he doesn't need to worry. ]
What do you want to do?
that's it, that's him
He feels so cared for with her saying that, with her actually caring about his needs, unlike damn near everyone else. Even NoΓ© has that selfish streak in him, just like Vanitas himself does. He doesn't deserve her, really.
But...
He wants her. Badly. So he nips at her neck, arms hugging her tight around the waist as he slowly backs them up towards the bed.]
I want... [Another bite, followed by a kiss.] ...to have sex...
[He's too bashful to say "make love." Or maybe it's because it has the L-word in it. Probably that, actually.]
kin of the blue moon no more, just whimper simper
that's a later problem.
her current problem that isn't actually a problem is the teeth at her throat. that one tiny, sharper canine scraping at her pulse. they make her feet unsteady as she follows his lead toward the bed.
he tells her what he wants and it gets her blood pumping. her face reddening. the insistent ache between her thighs coming back as strong as before, reminding her it's still there. ]
That's right. You said... you wanted to cum...
[ it's practically a purr in her throat as grabs a button and unclasps it on his shirt. ]
lbr he would probably eat it up haha
decides to just flaunt it lmao
he would lolol
new stage name
porn star name hahasdlkfj
vanijean porn star au would be iNSANE... hate each other when not in front of camera but...
omg yeah alskdjf slowly warming up to each other...
accidentally imagines his face while in a scene with someone else... says his name...OOPS.
makes him preen and cover his face at the same time lolol
mr. contrary!!
he's so ridiculous haha
we love him anyway
good thing lol
u hear that vanitas? we love u binch
binchy binch
binche cabron
sounds french haha
es espaNOL
ooooh
mi corazon
mi too lmaoooo
lmfaolkjd
my language skills hard at work lmaooo
bruh mine too put me back in class
I never managed to learn any since I was a Troubled Child haha...
is ok u know some FRENCH now some JAPANESE and SPANISH now tooooo
I AM A MELTING POT OF LINGUISTICS MMM LINGUINI
LMFAOLKJGS LINGUINISTICS
LMAOOOO YES π
idk italian..... spaghetti... espresso LKDLKGJLKD
LMAOOO TUTTI TENEREZZA MI PREZZA IDK EITHER
TUTTI FRUTTI
HELL YEAH πππ
FRUIT SALAD
om nom nom
maybe she should've called him her lil bwuebewwy
hehe that would be so cute >w<
squishes him
pops him like a bwuebewwy
π¦π¦π¦π¦
π§π§π§π§
π©Έπ©Έπ©Έπ©Έ
ππππ
ππππππ
ππππ
ππππ
β€οΈβπ₯β€οΈβπ₯β€οΈβπ₯β€οΈβπ₯
ππππ
β€οΈπ§‘ππππ
hehe πππ»π©·
ππΊπΌπ·
πΉπΉπΉπΉπΉπΉπΉπΉπΉπΉπΉπΉ
πΈπΈπΈπΈπΈ
π·ποΈπποΈ
aslkdjf
never fails keke
it doesn't haha....
my most powerful card
works every time;;;
super effective 9999999 crit dmg
10000 NEEDLES π΅
THATS INSTA KO!!!!
MUCH LIKE COMPLIMENTING VANI
HE BLUEBERRY SCREEN OF DEATH LMAO
ASDKFJSKLD HAHA YES
THE JOKES WRITE THEMSELVES
THEY SURE DO LOL
GOSH
YEY
YEYEYEYEY
AND I SAY YAY
WHAT A WONDERFUL KIND OF DAY!!!!!!! YAY
HAHA I NEVER WATCHED IT BUT THAT SONG STILL REMAINS EMBEDDED IN MY HEAD
IT LIVES ON FOREVER IN MY MIND YEAH LOLLLL
IT'S THE EMBODIMENT OF α ( α )α
LFMAODKJG it really is omggggg
IT'S SO CRAZY LMAOOOO
do u remember those videos with that KAOMOJI OF IT JUST GOING BACK AND FORTH
I DO LMAOOO I THINK I EVEN REMEMBER THE MUSIC...
I KINDA REMEMBER???
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n88wxkGU2n0
NEW MUSIC IN MY HEAD FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE