[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.
[Happy ending for them!! No sad deaths, everybody lives!!! They have lots of cute babies and dhampirs become a welcome part of society.
That makes two of them, then, as he, too is gradually succumbing to the pleasure of being inside her and feeling the flex of her muscles around him, leading him to grasp raggedly and moan as his hands roam over her body, savoring the heated skin beneath his fingers.
Maybe a fallen angel, which he wouldn't mind if she was. Hell, if she was a demon, he'd still love her and this.
He has to laugh at her praises of him, somewhat scornfully, but he he shakes his head before tipping it back to groan and sigh.]
W..Well, they always did say I had my mother's looks... [Maybe they shouldn't be partaking in this, but he doesn't care. Let the gods strike them down. He'll still keep moving his hips to pleasure her.] J-Just... no restraints... Okay?
[He doesn't ever want to be bound again, like in Moreau's lab.]
his touch, his gasps and moans, and heck even his laugh boil her blood. but it's when his hips move up, rolling in a slow and lazy motion that her body responds physically. seeing the exposed and elegant line of his ruined throat on top of that? she flutters and pulses around him again, clenching.
this is far more indulgent. it drags the delicious friction instead of rubs her raw and senseless. she's not moaning helplessly, but little hums do escape her with every idle raise of his hips.
and the sound coming from lower, wet and messy as he pushes it out. she grasps his shoulders, nails biting crescents into his skin. ]
... What about this? [ "this" is jeanne reaching for his hands and guiding them upward, over his head, and threading her fingers with his as she keeps them hostage. she starts to match his rhythm with unhurried grinds after that, like they're both savoring their favorite meal. ]
It doesn't take much to get him squirming beneath her, eyelids partially closing as he savors the myriad of sensations emanating from all points of his body. Every time his heart beats and his pulse throbs, so too does the spots on his neck, both where she bit and fed from him, down to his loins where his cock pumps just that little bit more.
It's a gentle, languid pace that lets them relish the feel of one another without being overwhelmed by too strong twinges of pleasure or pain.
Even the dig of her nails into his skin adds to the euphoria he feels as their love-making continues on unabated, if at a more manageable pace. And when she takes his hands in hers, pinning them with such tenderness, he can't help a guttural groan, directing his hips up and against hers, meeting with sloppy, lewd noises.]
Hnngh... Jeanne... [His fingers flex between hers, and he pants softly, finally opening his eyes to gaze at her.] ...kiss me...?
jeanne's cheeks burn darker at the raw quality of his voice. at everything about him. he's maddening and instead of being frustrated, she's growing to love it as much as everything else about him. just moments ago, he was teasing her for "having the hots for him", but now look at him. saying her name the way she likes it again.
she doesn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second when he asks. the question has barely left his lips before she's leaning down, still keeping his wrists pinned over his head, and captures his mouth in a deep and hungry kiss. betraying just how much of the hots she has for him.
he's held down with a contrasting strength and tenderness. there's no cut of metal cuffs holding him down. it's jeanne, warm and loving. soft and scorching skin. inside and outside.
when she breaks it, she gasps and looks down at him with a flushed but intense gaze. ]
I was right. You're more beautiful. Look at you...
[The contrast between her hair and face is a lovely combination, one that Vanitas can't stop staring at as they gaze at each other. He knows his face must be the same: a bright red compared to his dark hair and shining blue eyes, yet he can't stop the heat he feels.
Eagerly, he lifts his head to meet her lips, a faint whimper the first noise he makes as they connect and he's treated to a voracious kiss that says more than words ever could. It's one he returns eagerly, himself, tongue probing Jeanne's mouth so they can tangle with one another, taste each other.
That he's being pinned might have set him off if it was anyone else, but her, with her gentleness and love, makes it feel comforting rather than frightening, and so he merely wiggles his fingers with delight as they kiss.
He, too, gasps for air when they part, eyes half-lidded but still bright as he flusters at her words.]
O..Only because you make me feel so good... Nobody else could ever do so.
[ her tongue traces his. tastes it with a hum. memorizes the shape and slickness of it. sweeps against his teeth and that little fang he has with a smile. and it's not long until there's mess between her lips above, just as there is below.
his lips are swollen and glistening, making her shudder. when she's with him now, his usual smug composure falls apart and she's left with a wonderfully flushed, defenseless, beautiful man that she can't get enough of.
around his wrists, her grip tightens just a little. still warm and loving as her thumbs brush against where his pulse pounds in his wrists, but possessive too. the words are like a spark to kindling. emotion surges through her chest, hot and territorial, when she merely imagines anybody with him like this. flushed, pinned, vulnerable, moaning beneath her. ]
I don't want anybody else to do it. [ there's a flicker of red in her eyes, thinking of anybody else with him like this. ] You're mine. Only mine.
[All little things which build up to leave him panting and desperate, clinging to her like she's his lifeline, which she very well may be at this point. His legs squeeze her as his hips roll up to meet hers, drawing out a sweet moan as he revels in all the erotic sensations gifted unto him.
There's no more barriers in place, no more walls keeping her out. Just Vanitas and his vulnerability, which he shows to almost no one. Only her.
His hands flex yet again, but he doesn't even try to escape, not when she feels so comfortable and moreover, safe. Even bound in this way, he doesn't feel threatened; it's more like a security blanket draped over him, making him feel protected from the world and all its dangers. Jeanne will keep him safe.
He can't even imagine what another person would be like if they were capable of granting him this pleasure. It all just comes out as Jeanne. There's none he would want to see him like this, to know him so intimately.]
Mmm... Then I guess I'll just have to let you have me, huh...? [He gazes up at her, heated in the face and chest rising and falling.] Will you... be mine, too...?
[ it's still slow, but there's more force - more intention - in the next roll of his hips up into hers. her sharp hitch of breath echoes his moan, louder than the squelch of him pushing his cum out of her and making it dribble down her thighs to stain his poor bedsheets.
his words are so sweet, but how could he not already know? she's his. if he told her to leave master luca and protect him instead, she...
well, she'd have to think about it, but she wouldn't be able to resist for long. and surely master luca would understand. he's always so understanding and so kind to her. "go. if it makes you happy, be with the one you love," he'd tell her. her hands tremble there where she's locked his wrists to the bed.
she rolls her hips down to meet his thrust, taking him a little deeper. the burn of her protective streak mixed with her need of his boxy floods her with a new inferno, and her heart races with an affection that makes her tremble. that vanitas would so give himself to her without question. without argument. a man usually so guarded and so jaded, opening his battered heart to her. ]
Yes. [ even if she didn't know it, even if she wanted to refuse it, she's been his. as soon as she bit him, that mark wasn't just claiming vanitas. ]
Ask anything of me. Demand anything of me. I'll do it. Anything.
[ killing. protecting. loving. ]
HAHA I NEVER WATCHED IT BUT THAT SONG STILL REMAINS EMBEDDED IN MY HEAD
[A mess that he, for once, doesn't mind, not when the pleasure is almost overwhelming, and he can't help tipping his head back to groan in delight as her muscles pull more cum out of his cock, causing him to stiffen up even further as they continue making love.
He's scared, though. That this will be the final time they do anything like this. That she'll be like everyone else, using him then leaving him behind, cold and alone. Even if she doesn't mean to, it's what always happens to him. He doesn't doubt that will be the end, eventually. Somehow or another.
His eyes close briefly, trying to picture how that conversation would go. Of Luca exploding with rage and fear on Jeanne's behalf. With disgust that it's Vanitas she's fallen for. Yet... Luca is a good kid. He wouldn't crush Jeanne's dreams like that. Instead, he'd probably reluctantly tell her to follow her dreams.
As she rolls her hips, his eyes snap open with a gasp, feeling the depths of her passage rub the tip of his cock. If they could do this nearly every night, then... maybe he could learn to love someone. To open himself up to another, no matter how hesitantly. because she's tearing him apart in the best way possible. Especially when she agrees.]
Jeanne... [Tears form in the corners of his eyes, yet remain unshed as he blinks them back.]
...love me. That's all I ask. Show me it's possible. That someone wants to and will...
[Even if it frightens him and makes him shiver and shudder at the thought, he still wants to accept her love, whatever she has to give him.]
[ he might mind it a little more when he has to ask amelia to wash his things. discreetly, if she would be so kind.
at the moment, that mess heightens the pleasure. the slick glide of him in and out. the friction smooth and seamless. at total odds with both their fears of being abandoned again, one way or another.
but jeanne has offered her unconditional devotion despite that fear. vanitas requests something desperate, revealing the deepest ache in his heart. an ache jeanne understands all too intimately. her heart squeezes violently in her chest at what he wants, at his naked weakness. one wrist is let go to cup his face in her palm, holding him with a type of care she didn't know she was capable of when she's only known violence and restraint. ]
I will. [ she swears to him, tone unwavering. like she swore to protect luca, she swears to love vanitas with every ounce of her being. especially if he does come to live with her in her room.
[He'll just take it down and do it himself, honestly. He's used to cleaning. ...just. Not these stains. Hahaha.....
It's a glorious feeling, her pistoning up and down upon his length, making him squirm and gasp and moan deliriously like a little whore. But if he's anyone's, he's hers.
Slowly, gently, he leans into her touch, the faintest noise escaping from his throat: a little whimper, a plea of desperate proportions despite its softness. Asking her to love him, to not leave him, to not toy with his heart if she can't manage that. To not give him hope that might be taken away.
So hearing her say she will... It makes him melt beneath her, tears finally slipping free to run down the sides of his face.] Okay...
[Between the sweet and tender kiss and the vibrant burst of pleasure that wracks him, he shudders from head to toe, moaning her name as he bucks up again to meet her, this time repeatedly as they start building up towards something more.]
[ his hips snap up to meet hers with a more earnest rhythm, and jeanne chokes on her breath. something more than the lazy and idle motion. moving to feel good. to prolong their connection just that bit longer. to not have to pull off or pull out. like being together will stop the inevitability they both believe in.
one day, they'll be left behind.
that singular word, his small and tearful "okay", nearly undoes her completely. every thrust feels more desperate now, cock dragging along her sensitive walls. more unrestrained. like he's fighting to keep her, too. rapidly, the pleasure turns sharper and hotter in her belly.
and when he says he loves her? it's stripped of the performance and shield of his teasing he used before. the words bleed from his heart and hit her like a punch to the gut. her vision blurs for a moment, vanitas' lovely face swimming in front of her. something inside her, not too far from bloodlust, roars to protect him. cherish him. prove she loves him. until he's doubtless.
to meet his ever urgent thrusts with her own, matching his rhythm, his need. her thumb strokes over a tear-streaked cheek from where she cradles his jaw. what can she do but meet his openness with her own? hold him tighter. ]
I love you, too.
[ it doesn't sound like the lovey-dovey couple that passed him by on the bridge. there's something certain and comfortable about it. like her vow of "I will." ]
[Listening to her breath catch does wonderful things to Vanitas, like making his heart clench and a pleasant shiver run up his spine. The way in which they meet each other's needs is so perfect that he can't help being overwhelmed by everything, from the sound of her voice to the squeeze of his cock, which throbs and leaks desperately as he repeatedly bucks up to slam their bodies together.
Maybe one day she'll be alone, without him, but for now, they're together, and that's all that matters.
His fingers dig into her hands, clutching tightly as if to prevent her from leaving him, to keep her close while his body undulates over and over again, chasing that high once more and trying to deliver her to the same place. To a place of love, whatever that means for each of them.
Blearily, he sees her eyes water, too, and he longs to kiss away her tears, her pain, her fears. To rid her of all suffering so that she might be free once again, a bird able to fly as high as she wants. To soar far away from anything that might hurt her.
When she brushes away his tears, he can't help smiling a bit, breathing uneven but desperate for more contact. Thus he wraps his legs around her hips, pulling her in close as they buck and grind together, heat building within his loins to match the fire inside her as well.]
Gods, Jeanne...
[It's all he can manage in the throes of pleasure, overcome with emotion as he is. Until he's finally holding her against him with his legs as heat bursts forth from his straining erection inside her, coating them both with another batch of hot, sticky fluid while he moans and whimpers plaintively.]
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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...?
π·ποΈπποΈ
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?
never fails keke
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.
[
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.
[
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
That makes two of them, then, as he, too is gradually succumbing to the pleasure of being inside her and feeling the flex of her muscles around him, leading him to grasp raggedly and moan as his hands roam over her body, savoring the heated skin beneath his fingers.
Maybe a fallen angel, which he wouldn't mind if she was. Hell, if she was a demon, he'd still love her and this.
He has to laugh at her praises of him, somewhat scornfully, but he he shakes his head before tipping it back to groan and sigh.]
W..Well, they always did say I had my mother's looks... [Maybe they shouldn't be partaking in this, but he doesn't care. Let the gods strike them down. He'll still keep moving his hips to pleasure her.] J-Just... no restraints... Okay?
[He doesn't ever want to be bound again, like in Moreau's lab.]
THE JOKES WRITE THEMSELVES
his touch, his gasps and moans, and heck even his laugh boil her blood. but it's when his hips move up, rolling in a slow and lazy motion that her body responds physically. seeing the exposed and elegant line of his ruined throat on top of that? she flutters and pulses around him again, clenching.
this is far more indulgent. it drags the delicious friction instead of rubs her raw and senseless. she's not moaning helplessly, but little hums do escape her with every idle raise of his hips.
and the sound coming from lower, wet and messy as he pushes it out. she grasps his shoulders, nails biting crescents into his skin. ]
... What about this? [ "this" is jeanne reaching for his hands and guiding them upward, over his head, and threading her fingers with his as she keeps them hostage. she starts to match his rhythm with unhurried grinds after that, like they're both savoring their favorite meal. ]
THEY SURE DO LOL
It doesn't take much to get him squirming beneath her, eyelids partially closing as he savors the myriad of sensations emanating from all points of his body. Every time his heart beats and his pulse throbs, so too does the spots on his neck, both where she bit and fed from him, down to his loins where his cock pumps just that little bit more.
It's a gentle, languid pace that lets them relish the feel of one another without being overwhelmed by too strong twinges of pleasure or pain.
Even the dig of her nails into his skin adds to the euphoria he feels as their love-making continues on unabated, if at a more manageable pace. And when she takes his hands in hers, pinning them with such tenderness, he can't help a guttural groan, directing his hips up and against hers, meeting with sloppy, lewd noises.]
Hnngh... Jeanne... [His fingers flex between hers, and he pants softly, finally opening his eyes to gaze at her.] ...kiss me...?
GOSH
jeanne's cheeks burn darker at the raw quality of his voice. at everything about him. he's maddening and instead of being frustrated, she's growing to love it as much as everything else about him. just moments ago, he was teasing her for "having the hots for him", but now look at him. saying her name the way she likes it again.
she doesn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second when he asks. the question has barely left his lips before she's leaning down, still keeping his wrists pinned over his head, and captures his mouth in a deep and hungry kiss. betraying just how much of the hots she has for him.
he's held down with a contrasting strength and tenderness. there's no cut of metal cuffs holding him down. it's jeanne, warm and loving. soft and scorching skin. inside and outside.
when she breaks it, she gasps and looks down at him with a flushed but intense gaze. ]
I was right. You're more beautiful. Look at you...
YEY
Eagerly, he lifts his head to meet her lips, a faint whimper the first noise he makes as they connect and he's treated to a voracious kiss that says more than words ever could. It's one he returns eagerly, himself, tongue probing Jeanne's mouth so they can tangle with one another, taste each other.
That he's being pinned might have set him off if it was anyone else, but her, with her gentleness and love, makes it feel comforting rather than frightening, and so he merely wiggles his fingers with delight as they kiss.
He, too, gasps for air when they part, eyes half-lidded but still bright as he flusters at her words.]
O..Only because you make me feel so good... Nobody else could ever do so.
YEYEYEYEY
his lips are swollen and glistening, making her shudder. when she's with him now, his usual smug composure falls apart and she's left with a wonderfully flushed, defenseless, beautiful man that she can't get enough of.
around his wrists, her grip tightens just a little. still warm and loving as her thumbs brush against where his pulse pounds in his wrists, but possessive too. the words are like a spark to kindling. emotion surges through her chest, hot and territorial, when she merely imagines anybody with him like this. flushed, pinned, vulnerable, moaning beneath her. ]
I don't want anybody else to do it. [ there's a flicker of red in her eyes, thinking of anybody else with him like this. ] You're mine. Only mine.
AND I SAY YAY
There's no more barriers in place, no more walls keeping her out. Just Vanitas and his vulnerability, which he shows to almost no one. Only her.
His hands flex yet again, but he doesn't even try to escape, not when she feels so comfortable and moreover, safe. Even bound in this way, he doesn't feel threatened; it's more like a security blanket draped over him, making him feel protected from the world and all its dangers. Jeanne will keep him safe.
He can't even imagine what another person would be like if they were capable of granting him this pleasure. It all just comes out as Jeanne. There's none he would want to see him like this, to know him so intimately.]
Mmm... Then I guess I'll just have to let you have me, huh...? [He gazes up at her, heated in the face and chest rising and falling.] Will you... be mine, too...?
WHAT A WONDERFUL KIND OF DAY!!!!!!! YAY
his words are so sweet, but how could he not already know? she's his. if he told her to leave master luca and protect him instead, she...
well, she'd have to think about it, but she wouldn't be able to resist for long. and surely master luca would understand. he's always so understanding and so kind to her. "go. if it makes you happy, be with the one you love," he'd tell her. her hands tremble there where she's locked his wrists to the bed.
she rolls her hips down to meet his thrust, taking him a little deeper. the burn of her protective streak mixed with her need of his boxy floods her with a new inferno, and her heart races with an affection that makes her tremble. that vanitas would so give himself to her without question. without argument. a man usually so guarded and so jaded, opening his battered heart to her. ]
Yes. [ even if she didn't know it, even if she wanted to refuse it, she's been his. as soon as she bit him, that mark wasn't just claiming vanitas. ]
Ask anything of me. Demand anything of me. I'll do it. Anything.
[ killing. protecting. loving. ]
HAHA I NEVER WATCHED IT BUT THAT SONG STILL REMAINS EMBEDDED IN MY HEAD
He's scared, though. That this will be the final time they do anything like this. That she'll be like everyone else, using him then leaving him behind, cold and alone. Even if she doesn't mean to, it's what always happens to him. He doesn't doubt that will be the end, eventually. Somehow or another.
His eyes close briefly, trying to picture how that conversation would go. Of Luca exploding with rage and fear on Jeanne's behalf. With disgust that it's Vanitas she's fallen for. Yet... Luca is a good kid. He wouldn't crush Jeanne's dreams like that. Instead, he'd probably reluctantly tell her to follow her dreams.
As she rolls her hips, his eyes snap open with a gasp, feeling the depths of her passage rub the tip of his cock. If they could do this nearly every night, then... maybe he could learn to love someone. To open himself up to another, no matter how hesitantly. because she's tearing him apart in the best way possible. Especially when she agrees.]
Jeanne... [Tears form in the corners of his eyes, yet remain unshed as he blinks them back.]
...love me. That's all I ask. Show me it's possible. That someone wants to and will...
[Even if it frightens him and makes him shiver and shudder at the thought, he still wants to accept her love, whatever she has to give him.]
IT LIVES ON FOREVER IN MY MIND YEAH LOLLLL
at the moment, that mess heightens the pleasure. the slick glide of him in and out. the friction smooth and seamless. at total odds with both their fears of being abandoned again, one way or another.
but jeanne has offered her unconditional devotion despite that fear. vanitas requests something desperate, revealing the deepest ache in his heart. an ache jeanne understands all too intimately. her heart squeezes violently in her chest at what he wants, at his naked weakness. one wrist is let go to cup his face in her palm, holding him with a type of care she didn't know she was capable of when she's only known violence and restraint. ]
I will. [ she swears to him, tone unwavering. like she swore to protect luca, she swears to love vanitas with every ounce of her being. especially if he does come to live with her in her room.
her body takes him fully as she leans down to kiss his cheek, just like she did in gΓ©vaudan. chaste and sweet, stark against how she swivels and grinds her hips into him until he's groaning and gasping again. ]
You are mine to love, Vanitas. And I'm yours.
IT'S THE EMBODIMENT OF α ( α )α
It's a glorious feeling, her pistoning up and down upon his length, making him squirm and gasp and moan deliriously like a little whore. But if he's anyone's, he's hers.
Slowly, gently, he leans into her touch, the faintest noise escaping from his throat: a little whimper, a plea of desperate proportions despite its softness. Asking her to love him, to not leave him, to not toy with his heart if she can't manage that. To not give him hope that might be taken away.
So hearing her say she will... It makes him melt beneath her, tears finally slipping free to run down the sides of his face.] Okay...
[Between the sweet and tender kiss and the vibrant burst of pleasure that wracks him, he shudders from head to toe, moaning her name as he bucks up again to meet her, this time repeatedly as they start building up towards something more.]
I... I love you, Jeanne...
LFMAODKJG it really is omggggg
one day, they'll be left behind.
that singular word, his small and tearful "okay", nearly undoes her completely. every thrust feels more desperate now, cock dragging along her sensitive walls. more unrestrained. like he's fighting to keep her, too. rapidly, the pleasure turns sharper and hotter in her belly.
and when he says he loves her? it's stripped of the performance and shield of his teasing he used before. the words bleed from his heart and hit her like a punch to the gut. her vision blurs for a moment, vanitas' lovely face swimming in front of her. something inside her, not too far from bloodlust, roars to protect him. cherish him. prove she loves him. until he's doubtless.
to meet his ever urgent thrusts with her own, matching his rhythm, his need. her thumb strokes over a tear-streaked cheek from where she cradles his jaw. what can she do but meet his openness with her own? hold him tighter. ]
I love you, too.
[ it doesn't sound like the lovey-dovey couple that passed him by on the bridge. there's something certain and comfortable about it. like her vow of "I will." ]
IT'S SO CRAZY LMAOOOO
Maybe one day she'll be alone, without him, but for now, they're together, and that's all that matters.
His fingers dig into her hands, clutching tightly as if to prevent her from leaving him, to keep her close while his body undulates over and over again, chasing that high once more and trying to deliver her to the same place. To a place of love, whatever that means for each of them.
Blearily, he sees her eyes water, too, and he longs to kiss away her tears, her pain, her fears. To rid her of all suffering so that she might be free once again, a bird able to fly as high as she wants. To soar far away from anything that might hurt her.
When she brushes away his tears, he can't help smiling a bit, breathing uneven but desperate for more contact. Thus he wraps his legs around her hips, pulling her in close as they buck and grind together, heat building within his loins to match the fire inside her as well.]
Gods, Jeanne...
[It's all he can manage in the throes of pleasure, overcome with emotion as he is. Until he's finally holding her against him with his legs as heat bursts forth from his straining erection inside her, coating them both with another batch of hot, sticky fluid while he moans and whimpers plaintively.]
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