[ nothing to make up for if she, rather, if they're both very happy with what he's already doing. it could only get better. not worse.
right?
moreover, he's not slacking in the romance department either. their date was some of the most fun she's ever had. so much food! so many sights. and cats. their first time together will be remembered fondly, too. even now, jeanne looks back on his flustering and clumsiness with utmost fondness. taking charge has never been a problem for her.
and yet, it's kind of nice to relinquish a bit of that control sometimes, too. just a little. with his shift, her eyelashes flutter and she forgets what she was saying as her own grip tightens and clenches into the warm bedding. ]
... A-are you sure it's okay? I won't take it back once I do.
He can be surprisingly enjoyable to be around when he puts his mind to it, even if it's meant as a deception. Because who really knows what his true nature is: whether it's the rude and uncouth asshole, or the considerate and sweet man of their date. The truth is probably somewhere in between, really. That he's a flawed, but decent guy deep under all his baggage.
Someone that can take control when necessary, but also doesn't like having to lose his own ability to dictate how his life goes, for understandable reasons. Only with her does he feel some semblance of safety in allowing her to dominate him. So he nods as he gazes up at her, breath a little uneven as he squirms in place.]
that shift reminds her that he's still deep and snug. whatever breath she caught, however she evened it out, it's lost. she tries not to pay attention to the slow dribble of something warm and wet pooling between them either or it'll set her off all over again. just like it did the first time. and the second. and...
there's something more important she has to do right now. ]
Yes. I'll tell you.
[ here it goes. while wringing her hands in front of her, while not quite able to make eye contact, while still sweaty and flushed from having sex, while he's still inside her, ]
[Whether or not he is ready is a matter of debate, but... he wants her to be able to speak her mind. What's in her heart.
Hence him also ignoring the hot sensation of their fluids intermingling in order to focus on her face, on Jeanne herself. Though he tries to encourage her with rubbing and kneading at her hips. All the while his stomach flips and flops with nerves, the sensation of butterflies in there making him breath that little bit heavier.]
O-Okay...
[He listens hard, trying to pick up on all her words, but that mumble... it's difficult to parse. So he blinks owlishly at her, head tilting to one side curiously.]
didn't hear her?! but she put everything into that!! through her fear and worries, she pushed. can she even say it again? is it not MEANT TO BE?
no! no, it can't be that. they've come so far. both of them have. jeanne opens and closes her mouth, but nothing comes out. just choked, embarrassed noises.
him tilting head like a confused puppy is inordinately cute, though. she grasps his hair and leans down to kiss him.
she doesn't say it, this time. she mouths it against his lips. into their kiss. "I love you." then, she leans back. waiting expectantly. ]
[It was muttered, okay!! He tried, but he doesn't have vampire hearing!! Which is why he pushes himself up onto his hands, whimpering softly as their bodies move together. Maybe if he gets closer to her...?
He's inexplicably curious now, though perhaps deep in his heart he knows what it is she wishes to convey. Yet it's something he can't believe anyone would ever say to him, let alone mean.
So when she latches onto him and mouths those three little words against his lips, he turns a bright, vibrant shade of red, and his pulse quickens exponentially. It drums in his chest, throbs down lower, and pulses in his ears, coloring them, too. His fingers grasp at the sheets and he shivers slightly, breath catching as he's unable to breathe for a couple moments.]
O-Oh... I... [He said it before, so why is he struggling to say it now? How stupid.] M..Me too...
[ if he keeps whimpering and moving, she won't be able to take it for much longer. when she's this sensitive that her legs shake and squeeze on his hips. the heat in her stomach coiled hungrily again.
jeanne purses her lips, eyes darting to each change in his body. she waits for him to tense, throw her off, and run out the door. but he never does.
he says, "me too," and it's so anticlimactic that she tries not to collapse onto his chest. not that she was expecting him to loudly and boldly declare his love for her like he used to. in a way, this is better. it's more genuine and... cute. how he can't even utter the word, settling on an awkward "me too."
she smiles before laughing quietly. a laugh that slowly shifts as her eyes fill with tears and she's hiccupping, reaching up to wipe her face. he didn't run. he didn't look at her with disgust. it was rather adorable, how he replied! exactly what she's come to love about him. his fumbling. ]
[Nobody said he was bright. Clever, yes. Devious, also yes. Not always bright, though. Especially since moving also seems to affect him just as much.
There's no tossing of his lover, no curling up into a little ball of fear or terror. Not even a whi-- Okay, there is a whimper, but it's cute and plaintive as he directs his gaze down between them bashfully.
Maybe that's not what she wants to hear in response to her heartfelt confession, but... it means a lot that he doesn't immediately flee, that he doesn't tense up or otherwise react negatively. All in all, it's... a positive reaction? Just extremely shy and nervous, which should be expected of one who seems allergic to love.
His head jerks up at the sound of her crying, eyes filled with worry as he examines her face, trying to get a read on what she's feeling. But... she laughed, so that's good, right? Slowly, he moves to hug her, gradually leaning in to hide his face against her shoulder.]
...I am. I promised I'd make your dreams come true, right?
[ busy trying to wipe away her tears, she's shocked as his arms wrap around her. for half a second, she's frozen, but then she seems to melt into him so that her chest leans against his and she takes these shaky little inhales close to his ear.
there was a part of her that expected him to die on the spot. someone else she loves murdered in front of her eyes. or the door would be kicked in for someone to drag him away. she'll always have that fear, she thinks, but there are a lot of emotions filling her chest right now. too many to keep track of.
the strongest is the ease on her heart. keeping her love quiet was one of the hardest things she's ever done. ever. top five for sure. ]
Y-you did. [ her voice is hoarse, whispered. ] I-I need to think of a new dream. I've never let myself...
[Nuzzling against her seems to help calm him down somewhat, even though he's not panicking to the point he was when he first realized he loved her, enough to the point he can actually smile and laugh a bit, himself.
He doesn't blame her for being nervous about expressing herself, about admitting to having someone she cares for again, given her past. Everything she's been through is enough to deter everyone. Which is why he's so proud of her for sticking with it and not giving up.
So he hugs her again, and then sits up to bump foreheads with her, smiling warmly.]
You should. It's something you deserve, and I'll help you achieve that, too.
[ being in his arms gradually stops her trembling, evens her breathing. though it stutters again from him sitting up, reminding her of the mess of their hot, mixed cum in her body. him, still inside her, nudging a little deeper. he's a thick, warm presence and a fresh spark through her sharp nerves.
though she clenches around him, she's more winded by his beautiful smile so close to her. by him, including himself. a fresh wave of tears burns her eyes. ]
- You. [ she blurts, resting a hand on the mark at his neck. ]
[He notices the way she slowly calms down, and that in turn helps soothe him, alleviating some of his own fears in the process. Doesn't do much for the sticky, heated mess they are, but that's a problem for later, when he's not busy being disgustingly affectionate with her.
His breath catches as she squeezes him, encouraging him to hold her tighter with a gentle smile playing at his lips, which in turn kiss at her own.]
Hmm? [He raises a brow, curious, but places a hand over hers, keeping her in place.]
[ it's when vanitas is being disgustingly affectionate like this that jeanne seems to blush the MOST. just as he does when she's suddenly in his space and being brutally loving.
and all he does is agree to her dream. him being her dream. there are new trembles through her body, but it's like she's vibrating rather than being scared or worried.
in the next second, she's tackled him onto the bed again. her head ducks to his throat and she bites but it's not enough to pierce skin. it's leaving more marks. a lover's mark. ]
[And he does so love her bashfulness as much as she loves his. But with them both being shy, at least they're on even footing.
Somehow he doesn't mind being her dream, despite it meaning that her happiness may hinge upon him and his behavior. Because it also means that she wants him. Not just sexually or in a bloodlust kind of way, but actually him.
Onto the bed they go! With him clutching at her and gasping from both their bodies sliding together and the love bite, which feels oh so good, earning her a moan.]
Ngh... O-Okay...
[It's frightening step, sharing a space, and yet... it's exciting, too.]
[ jeanne returns the moan with one of her own, doing her best not to bite down harder. his high collar will probably cover it, but she'll know it's there. this bruise she's sucking onto his throat. just under his jaw. a bloom of color to match her rose marking on the other side.
and he... he's marked her inside in his human way. not just physical with a hot load. mentally, too. she can never forget this stretch. how her body seems to hum with pleasure, every quiver honest and unfiltered.
she buries her face in his hair when she's done, breathing harder all over again. fighting the pulses that threaten what she's regained of her composure. ]
Yes.
[ she'll carry him right now, wrapping her arms around his lower back and lifting him up and against her, pulling his hips even closer to hers. ]
I'll carry you to my room and to my bed. And you can only leave when you have your work to do...
[Vaguely he knows that anyone who sees the mark is going to have Questions, but it feels so good that he can't be assed to stop her from leaving proof of her love. And in truth... he kind of likes being shown that her affection for him is enough to warrant such an act.
That he's left his own mark, physical and mental, is proof of his love. So even if he can't say it, he can show it to her again and again. Hence him holding onto her, happily listening to her uneven breathing as their privates throb and pulse together with residual pleasure.]
Ah...
[Hopefully she would at least shield him from prying eyes with his cloak... That would be utterly embarrassing, have his pants down as he gets hauled to her room. Yet her declaration of keeping him hostage makes him lean back a peer at her with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.]
[ there are several ways that jeanne wants to show vanitas her affection. many, many ways.
just like when she carried vanitas out the window during tea, jeanne would haul him through the window. over the course of the past week or so, she thought she was being VERY CLEAR about how badly she wants him. even before that, she made no secret of how much she reluctantly enjoyed his blood. the proof is in that mark she unintentionally left on him. she didn't say it then, but yes. his blood is just that good.
she closes her eyes and tenses her jaw, fisting her hand at the small of his back. at least, in realizing how crazed her desire for him is, she has the shame to blush to her ears and is unable to make eye contact. ]
... Y-yes. I don't think I can verbalize just how badly I want you, Vanitas. It consumes nearly all of my thoughts. I'd feel better knowing you're waiting for me.
Still, he can't seem to comprehend that level of adoration for a schmuck like himself. A jerk and a jackass who bullies people and torments them as a means of getting his own way, even if it's usually with good intentions. That doesn't excuse him and he knows it. So for her to want him that much... it's practically inconceivable.
But... she wants him. Craves him. Desires him like no other ever has. And that says a lot in his bitter, distrustful eyes. So he hugs her close, letting his head rest upon her shoulder as a soft smile comes across his face, making his blush more sweet.]
Geez, you've really got the hots bad, huh... That's okay, so do I. For you. So you can do whatever you want with me, Jeanne.
[ lewd and naughty. soft and sweet, too. protective and feral...
automatic, her arms shift her hold around him into something less fierce and more tender. something that isn't grasping his hips like a statement of mine. she presses him carefully back down to his bed and lets her body rest against his. like she's letting her guard down.
rather than the crushing yearning, there's this... comfort now. a warm pressure in and around her that makes her sigh and settle on him like a blanket.
though her blush seems to spread all over her body at his light teasing. ]
Your fault. [ she muffles into his collar, burying her face. jeanne might have the hots as bad for her as he "pretended" he did when they first met. ]
If that's true, you can do whatever you want with me as well. [ ... ] ... Having the hots means you find me attractive, right? Like my body getting hot when I simply look at you?
[She's all these things and more, which make him love her that much stronger.
Even if she were to latch onto him and claim him for herself, he wouldn't mind. They're each other's now, body and soul. Yet there's still something special about feeling her relax atop him, of letting him run his hands through her hair, until they come to rest upon her neck so he can lean in a gently kiss her.
He feels warm, comfortable... loved. So many wonderful feelings that he doesn't even know where to start expressing himself properly. So he settles for kissing her over and over again. Soft, sweet kisses that are unlike their more heat, passionate ones.
A chuckle escapes him at being blamed, his eyes turning gentle.]
I'll happily take the blame for that, then. [His arms move down to hug her closer, enjoying the warmth of their bodies pressed together.]
Mmm, alright then. [He's about to continue when she asks that, and he has to laugh a bit.] Of course. From the moment I first saw you without your hood, I thought you were beautiful. And now you're even more so, like this. You make me flushed and hot, needy, even.
[ as paris continues beyond the door, beyond the window, time seems to slow with each kiss he peppers her with. more and more, her body seems to melt on stop of his. thighs spreading wider to allow her to sink fully onto him, the weight of her settling from their chest pressed together to their stomachs.
nothing tastes as sweet as this. not even the best macarons that a french patissier may have to offer. it's utterly new, completely foreign to her. their one chance at love and jeanne responds to his softness in kind. lips parting and body shifting just that little bit closer, too.
fresh tingles erupt all over her skin as it stirs her cum-slicked depths. even his laugh reminds her of the fullness leaking out of her in a lazy trickle. ]
Me...? [ beautiful? more so now? needy? ] Gh - d... d-don't say such things. [ there's a weak fluttering, a slight clench around him at his words. like she can't help it. ]
[Its a glorious feeling, having her body press against his, listening to the vague sounds of life happening past the window which remains open, much as his mouth is so he can catch her lips in his own, then leave a smattering of affectionate kisses all over her cheeks and face. Chin, nose, forehead... All of it.
He revels in giving her the affection she deserves, if not from him but someone better. Yet she wants him... So that's what he'll offer her. Time and time again, until she's had enough of him. His hands roam over her back, one coming to rest on the curve of her ass, gripping the soft flesh gently as his pulsing makes his arousal known.
Her being flustered at his words only makes him happier and more determined to grant her a heaping more of love from him. Thus his lips wander down to her neck, teeth grazing the skin in turn, until he latches on and sucks at her.]
But it's true... [Humming, the vibrations strong against her neck, he smiles more to himself than anything.] My beautiful Jeanne... [A sweet moan issues forth from him as he bucks his hips to tease her, feeling himself firming up some.]
[ if she died right at this moment, she would die happy. so very happy. being loved by vanitas. experiencing this type of love at all. romantic, tender, and raw. after being absent for so many years, she'll never have enough of it. without any complaint, she tips her chin up and murmurs her pleasure.
then, squeaks her embarrassment. again with beautiful!
her breath hitches sharply as he moves his hips with a purpose. even if that purpose is just to tease her. heat floods through her. starting at her face again but rippling outward in a wave. she arches toward him, inner walls embracing him much more greedily. ]
Vanit...as... you're so much more beautiful. If I'm beautiful, then you're... breath-taking.
[Good thing she's not dying on him, though, literally and figuratively. He would end up heartbroken and even more damaged than he already is. Besides, shouldn't they have plenty of time to enjoy one another now that they've found each other? It would be criminal to lose the other half so soon.
He smiles at the noise she makes, though it melts into a moan as she clenches around him, teasing him with pleasure and a warmth unlike any he's ever felt before in his life. Maybe this is what Luna meant about keeping warm. Probably not, but he'll take it all the same: eagerly and greedily.
Though her compliments make him color a deep cherry color as heat floods his body from head to toe, or at least cock, and he jerks his hips again to distract her from praising him unduly. There's some things he can't ever quite believe, and the goodness of himself is one of them. His looks... well, that's a little more believable.]
N-No way... You're ethereal, Jeanne... Like an angel...
[ they should. we should just ignore all the implications going on in the manga. they live happily ever after, forever. the end. jeanne gets the princess vanitas she saved from the scary tower.
if things keep going the way they are, she isn't sure how much longer she can keep her composure. between vanitas' moans and the feeling of him hardening inside her, the warm spill of his cum cooling on her thighs.
bucking hips are an effective distraction, to say the least. it doesn't take much to get her going. warm, tight, squeezing him like she wants more.
no angel would let themselves partake in how sinfully good this is. ]
Gnn - [ don't make her call him babel-class, too. catastrophically good-looking. captivating. ]
Y-yes way. You, you're so beautiful that it's unfair. Like it's forbidden. [ kin of the blue moon and crimson moon. it could be, but she doesn't care. ] It really does make me want to lock you away forever.
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moreover, he's not slacking in the romance department either. their date was some of the most fun she's ever had. so much food! so many sights. and cats. their first time together will be remembered fondly, too. even now, jeanne looks back on his flustering and clumsiness with utmost fondness. taking charge has never been a problem for her.
and yet, it's kind of nice to relinquish a bit of that control sometimes, too. just a little. with his shift, her eyelashes flutter and she forgets what she was saying as her own grip tightens and clenches into the warm bedding. ]
... A-are you sure it's okay? I won't take it back once I do.
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He can be surprisingly enjoyable to be around when he puts his mind to it, even if it's meant as a deception. Because who really knows what his true nature is: whether it's the rude and uncouth asshole, or the considerate and sweet man of their date. The truth is probably somewhere in between, really. That he's a flawed, but decent guy deep under all his baggage.
Someone that can take control when necessary, but also doesn't like having to lose his own ability to dictate how his life goes, for understandable reasons. Only with her does he feel some semblance of safety in allowing her to dominate him. So he nods as he gazes up at her, breath a little uneven as he squirms in place.]
Y...Yeah... You can tell me anything, Jeanne.
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that shift reminds her that he's still deep and snug. whatever breath she caught, however she evened it out, it's lost. she tries not to pay attention to the slow dribble of something warm and wet pooling between them either or it'll set her off all over again. just like it did the first time. and the second. and...
there's something more important she has to do right now. ]
Yes. I'll tell you.
[ here it goes. while wringing her hands in front of her, while not quite able to make eye contact, while still sweaty and flushed from having sex, while he's still inside her, ]
I really... I-I [ mumble ] you... Vanitas...
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Hence him also ignoring the hot sensation of their fluids intermingling in order to focus on her face, on Jeanne herself. Though he tries to encourage her with rubbing and kneading at her hips. All the while his stomach flips and flops with nerves, the sensation of butterflies in there making him breath that little bit heavier.]
O-Okay...
[He listens hard, trying to pick up on all her words, but that mumble... it's difficult to parse. So he blinks owlishly at her, head tilting to one side curiously.]
You what? I didn't catch that.
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didn't hear her?! but she put everything into that!! through her fear and worries, she pushed. can she even say it again? is it not MEANT TO BE?
no! no, it can't be that. they've come so far. both of them have. jeanne opens and closes her mouth, but nothing comes out. just choked, embarrassed noises.
him tilting head like a confused puppy is inordinately cute, though. she grasps his hair and leans down to kiss him.
she doesn't say it, this time. she mouths it against his lips. into their kiss. "I love you." then, she leans back. waiting expectantly. ]
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He's inexplicably curious now, though perhaps deep in his heart he knows what it is she wishes to convey. Yet it's something he can't believe anyone would ever say to him, let alone mean.
So when she latches onto him and mouths those three little words against his lips, he turns a bright, vibrant shade of red, and his pulse quickens exponentially. It drums in his chest, throbs down lower, and pulses in his ears, coloring them, too. His fingers grasp at the sheets and he shivers slightly, breath catching as he's unable to breathe for a couple moments.]
O-Oh... I... [He said it before, so why is he struggling to say it now? How stupid.] M..Me too...
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jeanne purses her lips, eyes darting to each change in his body. she waits for him to tense, throw her off, and run out the door. but he never does.
he says, "me too," and it's so anticlimactic that she tries not to collapse onto his chest. not that she was expecting him to loudly and boldly declare his love for her like he used to. in a way, this is better. it's more genuine and... cute. how he can't even utter the word, settling on an awkward "me too."
she smiles before laughing quietly. a laugh that slowly shifts as her eyes fill with tears and she's hiccupping, reaching up to wipe her face. he didn't run. he didn't look at her with disgust. it was rather adorable, how he replied! exactly what she's come to love about him. his fumbling. ]
Y-you're s-still here.
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There's no tossing of his lover, no curling up into a little ball of fear or terror. Not even a whi-- Okay, there is a whimper, but it's cute and plaintive as he directs his gaze down between them bashfully.
Maybe that's not what she wants to hear in response to her heartfelt confession, but... it means a lot that he doesn't immediately flee, that he doesn't tense up or otherwise react negatively. All in all, it's... a positive reaction? Just extremely shy and nervous, which should be expected of one who seems allergic to love.
His head jerks up at the sound of her crying, eyes filled with worry as he examines her face, trying to get a read on what she's feeling. But... she laughed, so that's good, right? Slowly, he moves to hug her, gradually leaning in to hide his face against her shoulder.]
...I am. I promised I'd make your dreams come true, right?
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there was a part of her that expected him to die on the spot. someone else she loves murdered in front of her eyes. or the door would be kicked in for someone to drag him away. she'll always have that fear, she thinks, but there are a lot of emotions filling her chest right now. too many to keep track of.
the strongest is the ease on her heart. keeping her love quiet was one of the hardest things she's ever done. ever. top five for sure. ]
Y-you did. [ her voice is hoarse, whispered. ] I-I need to think of a new dream. I've never let myself...
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He doesn't blame her for being nervous about expressing herself, about admitting to having someone she cares for again, given her past. Everything she's been through is enough to deter everyone. Which is why he's so proud of her for sticking with it and not giving up.
So he hugs her again, and then sits up to bump foreheads with her, smiling warmly.]
You should. It's something you deserve, and I'll help you achieve that, too.
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though she clenches around him, she's more winded by his beautiful smile so close to her. by him, including himself. a fresh wave of tears burns her eyes. ]
- You. [ she blurts, resting a hand on the mark at his neck. ]
You...'re my new dream.
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His breath catches as she squeezes him, encouraging him to hold her tighter with a gentle smile playing at his lips, which in turn kiss at her own.]
Hmm? [He raises a brow, curious, but places a hand over hers, keeping her in place.]
Me, huh...? I think we can manage that.
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and all he does is agree to her dream. him being her dream. there are new trembles through her body, but it's like she's vibrating rather than being scared or worried.
in the next second, she's tackled him onto the bed again. her head ducks to his throat and she bites but it's not enough to pierce skin. it's leaving more marks. a lover's mark. ]
Move into my room with me.
[ she tells him now instead of only suggesting. ]
I'll carry all your things.
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Somehow he doesn't mind being her dream, despite it meaning that her happiness may hinge upon him and his behavior. Because it also means that she wants him. Not just sexually or in a bloodlust kind of way, but actually him.
Onto the bed they go! With him clutching at her and gasping from both their bodies sliding together and the love bite, which feels oh so good, earning her a moan.]
Ngh... O-Okay...
[It's frightening step, sharing a space, and yet... it's exciting, too.]
Carry me, too...?
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and he... he's marked her inside in his human way. not just physical with a hot load. mentally, too. she can never forget this stretch. how her body seems to hum with pleasure, every quiver honest and unfiltered.
she buries her face in his hair when she's done, breathing harder all over again. fighting the pulses that threaten what she's regained of her composure. ]
Yes.
[ she'll carry him right now, wrapping her arms around his lower back and lifting him up and against her, pulling his hips even closer to hers. ]
I'll carry you to my room and to my bed. And you can only leave when you have your work to do...
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That he's left his own mark, physical and mental, is proof of his love. So even if he can't say it, he can show it to her again and again. Hence him holding onto her, happily listening to her uneven breathing as their privates throb and pulse together with residual pleasure.]
Ah...
[Hopefully she would at least shield him from prying eyes with his cloak... That would be utterly embarrassing, have his pants down as he gets hauled to her room. Yet her declaration of keeping him hostage makes him lean back a peer at her with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.]
E-Eh? Seriously? You want me that badly?
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just like when she carried vanitas out the window during tea, jeanne would haul him through the window. over the course of the past week or so, she thought she was being VERY CLEAR about how badly she wants him. even before that, she made no secret of how much she reluctantly enjoyed his blood. the proof is in that mark she unintentionally left on him. she didn't say it then, but yes. his blood is just that good.
she closes her eyes and tenses her jaw, fisting her hand at the small of his back. at least, in realizing how crazed her desire for him is, she has the shame to blush to her ears and is unable to make eye contact. ]
... Y-yes. I don't think I can verbalize just how badly I want you, Vanitas. It consumes nearly all of my thoughts. I'd feel better knowing you're waiting for me.
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preferably naked......... ]it doesn't haha....
Still, he can't seem to comprehend that level of adoration for a schmuck like himself. A jerk and a jackass who bullies people and torments them as a means of getting his own way, even if it's usually with good intentions. That doesn't excuse him and he knows it. So for her to want him that much... it's practically inconceivable.
But... she wants him. Craves him. Desires him like no other ever has. And that says a lot in his bitter, distrustful eyes. So he hugs her close, letting his head rest upon her shoulder as a soft smile comes across his face, making his blush more sweet.]
Geez, you've really got the hots bad, huh... That's okay, so do I. For you. So you can do whatever you want with me, Jeanne.
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Her little sex slave, haha...]my most powerful card
automatic, her arms shift her hold around him into something less fierce and more tender. something that isn't grasping his hips like a statement of mine. she presses him carefully back down to his bed and lets her body rest against his. like she's letting her guard down.
rather than the crushing yearning, there's this... comfort now. a warm pressure in and around her that makes her sigh and settle on him like a blanket.
though her blush seems to spread all over her body at his light teasing. ]
Your fault. [ she muffles into his collar, burying her face. jeanne might have the hots as bad for her as he "pretended" he did when they first met. ]
If that's true, you can do whatever you want with me as well. [ ... ] ... Having the hots means you find me attractive, right? Like my body getting hot when I simply look at you?
works every time;;;
Even if she were to latch onto him and claim him for herself, he wouldn't mind. They're each other's now, body and soul. Yet there's still something special about feeling her relax atop him, of letting him run his hands through her hair, until they come to rest upon her neck so he can lean in a gently kiss her.
He feels warm, comfortable... loved. So many wonderful feelings that he doesn't even know where to start expressing himself properly. So he settles for kissing her over and over again. Soft, sweet kisses that are unlike their more heat, passionate ones.
A chuckle escapes him at being blamed, his eyes turning gentle.]
I'll happily take the blame for that, then. [His arms move down to hug her closer, enjoying the warmth of their bodies pressed together.]
Mmm, alright then. [He's about to continue when she asks that, and he has to laugh a bit.] Of course. From the moment I first saw you without your hood, I thought you were beautiful. And now you're even more so, like this. You make me flushed and hot, needy, even.
super effective 9999999 crit dmg
nothing tastes as sweet as this. not even the best macarons that a french patissier may have to offer. it's utterly new, completely foreign to her. their one chance at love and jeanne responds to his softness in kind. lips parting and body shifting just that little bit closer, too.
fresh tingles erupt all over her skin as it stirs her cum-slicked depths. even his laugh reminds her of the fullness leaking out of her in a lazy trickle. ]
Me...? [ beautiful? more so now? needy? ] Gh - d... d-don't say such things. [ there's a weak fluttering, a slight clench around him at his words. like she can't help it. ]
10000 NEEDLES π΅
He revels in giving her the affection she deserves, if not from him but someone better. Yet she wants him... So that's what he'll offer her. Time and time again, until she's had enough of him. His hands roam over her back, one coming to rest on the curve of her ass, gripping the soft flesh gently as his pulsing makes his arousal known.
Her being flustered at his words only makes him happier and more determined to grant her a heaping more of love from him. Thus his lips wander down to her neck, teeth grazing the skin in turn, until he latches on and sucks at her.]
But it's true... [Humming, the vibrations strong against her neck, he smiles more to himself than anything.] My beautiful Jeanne... [A sweet moan issues forth from him as he bucks his hips to tease her, feeling himself firming up some.]
THATS INSTA KO!!!!
then, squeaks her embarrassment. again with beautiful!
her breath hitches sharply as he moves his hips with a purpose. even if that purpose is just to tease her. heat floods through her. starting at her face again but rippling outward in a wave. she arches toward him, inner walls embracing him much more greedily. ]
Vanit...as... you're so much more beautiful. If I'm beautiful, then you're... breath-taking.
MUCH LIKE COMPLIMENTING VANI
He smiles at the noise she makes, though it melts into a moan as she clenches around him, teasing him with pleasure and a warmth unlike any he's ever felt before in his life. Maybe this is what Luna meant about keeping warm. Probably not, but he'll take it all the same: eagerly and greedily.
Though her compliments make him color a deep cherry color as heat floods his body from head to toe, or at least cock, and he jerks his hips again to distract her from praising him unduly. There's some things he can't ever quite believe, and the goodness of himself is one of them. His looks... well, that's a little more believable.]
N-No way... You're ethereal, Jeanne... Like an angel...
HE BLUEBERRY SCREEN OF DEATH LMAO
if things keep going the way they are, she isn't sure how much longer she can keep her composure. between vanitas' moans and the feeling of him hardening inside her, the warm spill of his cum cooling on her thighs.
bucking hips are an effective distraction, to say the least. it doesn't take much to get her going. warm, tight, squeezing him like she wants more.
no angel would let themselves partake in how sinfully good this is. ]
Gnn - [ don't make her call him babel-class, too. catastrophically good-looking. captivating. ]
Y-yes way. You, you're so beautiful that it's unfair. Like it's forbidden. [ kin of the blue moon and crimson moon. it could be, but she doesn't care. ] It really does make me want to lock you away forever.
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