[ 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.]
do u remember those videos with that KAOMOJI OF IT JUST GOING BACK AND FORTH
[ who would've thought that the man she despised with every fiber of her being would end up being the man she loved even more? not her. not even vanitas. definitely not vanitas.
jeanne's breath stutters as he bucks up harder, slamming their hips with desperate and wet sounds. every thick throb deep inside the heat of her makes her grip tighten around his wrists. the way it pulses and leaks makes her dizzy with want. how it stretches her makes her greedy. she'll never get enough, just as she told him. he doesn't have to fear her leaving unless it's death that takes her.
she flutters around him, moans brokenly, words escaping her as pleasure rips through her like a tidal wave. she wants... to devour him. keep every moan, thrust, every drop of his hot cum in her forever. ]
Vani -! Tas! [ she cries, husky and rough, stumbling through his name as he spills himself into her again. not far behind him, the filthy wet sound of him coming inside her, of him saying her name and moaning and whimpering, has her milking him for every drop. she rocks down, taking every spurt, grinding her pelvis into his until her muscles seize, too.
leaning down, she bites onto his throat. groaning into his wrecked neck and coming undone with him until both their bodies slow to stillness. ]
[Certainly not him, that's for sure. He thought he was safe from things like emotions and feelings and love. That he had successfully made her hate him with all the passion everyone else typically does. Instead, she found a piece of him to like, and thus grew to love him wholly and irrevocably.
Their bodies moving in unison serves to make his head swim deliciously with overwhelming sensations and want, the want to feel her more, to leave his mark on her, to stay like this for days, just fucking over and over again, until he's worn out and dry.
Fingers flex and wriggle, just like his body does as his orgasm wracks through him, leaving him a sobbing, shuddering mess of a broken man. Yet it's Jeanne who's keeping him held together, like a ribbon containing a gift, she keeps him whole and happy.]
J..Jea..nne... [As teeth meet flesh, he cries out, feeling himself pulse and squirt more of his hot arousal into her, aiding in the way they rut so ferally against one another over and over again, until eventually he ends up spent and exhausted, flopping back against the bed as his chest heaves with breathless pants.
Slowly, he relaxes so that his legs fall back to their sides, and his hands loosen their hold upon her, and he gently bumps his head against hers, sighing softly.]
[ he's the one accidentally revealing things to like about him. as if she could ever forget how he threw himself in front of her to take the blow from that chasseur, protecting her. protecting her! a bourreau.
he wasn't the smug and annoying vampire doctor he boasted himself to be. not deep down. that's who she's fallen for. he is kind. and soft. and broken. and as aching for connection as he is fearful of it.
giving him a physical connection like this is simple. there is nothing complicated about him shooting thick ropes of hot cum into deep into her slick, greedy cunt. his release mixes with hers until she's overflowing around him. if she knew about his desires to fill her up, over and over, she wouldn't resist. she'd welcome it. happily agree.
but adding the level of affection and love they have for each other makes it special. makes it something she will never forget.
even as he goes limp, jeanne remains seated on his lap, keeping him buried deep and savoring the messy warmth leaking out around his softening cock. she lets go of his wrists to wrap her arms around his waist, just as breathless as he is and smiling a little at his praise. ]
It was.
[ all of this is amazing if she thinks about it. ]
But I'll get better the more we practice. [ another promise. though it's more playful than her swearing to love him. no less affectionate, however. ]
[The thing is, she's always been more than bourreau to him. She's always been Jeanne first and foremost. Especially now, when they've been making love for the last few months.
Her assessment of him isn't wrong, either. Because she can see herself in him, undoubtedly. Both damaged people, hurt from suffering at the hands of others, distrustful of all but their closest people. She grants him a sanctuary, emotionally and physically. Somewhere to feel safe.
Safe enough to let his guard down completely and revel in the majesty of being vulnerable in every sense of the word, to the point he doesn't even hide the tears that slip free from the overwhelming sensations in his body and heart. Because she adores him as much as he does her.
Although he's spent, he's still grateful she doesn't remove herself from him, so they can stay together just that little bit longer, until he has to pull out. For now, however, he'll simply revel in the warmth and hug her tight around the waist, too.]
Heh... I dunno how you can get any better, but... I welcome us trying. [He smiles softly at her playfulness, tugging her down to lay by his side, still inside her.] I'd like to get better for you, too.
[ it was vanitas who granted her that asylum first. telling her she could share with him any wish she had, good or bad. if she's able to give him a place where he can feel the same, she's done her job as a lover. as someone who loves him.
a soft, airy laugh escapes her as he pulls her down beside him. only a half a moan getting caught in her throat at all the shifting on her overwrought body. there's a warm, sticky mess between their thighs. instead of being disgusted or put off by it, there's a possessive satisfaction that purrs in her chest.
claiming her as much as she claims him. jeanne curls closer, putting her thigh over his hip before she settles her head beside his. a smile still touches her lips, though her eyes are melted amber gold when she strokes her fingers through the mussed parts of his uneven hair. ]
You're already the best, Vanitas. [ to her. he is also more than welcome to try. ] But... perhaps there is a book we can read together.
[ yes, reading filthy smut novels together will surely be wholesome and she will not at all want to act out everything as soon as they read it to test it out. ]
I've heard that there is room for improvement in all things. I wonder if I can make it feel so good for you that you can't walk.
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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
jeanne's breath stutters as he bucks up harder, slamming their hips with desperate and wet sounds. every thick throb deep inside the heat of her makes her grip tighten around his wrists. the way it pulses and leaks makes her dizzy with want. how it stretches her makes her greedy. she'll never get enough, just as she told him. he doesn't have to fear her leaving unless it's death that takes her.
she flutters around him, moans brokenly, words escaping her as pleasure rips through her like a tidal wave. she wants... to devour him. keep every moan, thrust, every drop of his hot cum in her forever. ]
Vani -! Tas! [ she cries, husky and rough, stumbling through his name as he spills himself into her again. not far behind him, the filthy wet sound of him coming inside her, of him saying her name and moaning and whimpering, has her milking him for every drop. she rocks down, taking every spurt, grinding her pelvis into his until her muscles seize, too.
leaning down, she bites onto his throat. groaning into his wrecked neck and coming undone with him until both their bodies slow to stillness. ]
I DO LMAOOO I THINK I EVEN REMEMBER THE MUSIC...
Their bodies moving in unison serves to make his head swim deliciously with overwhelming sensations and want, the want to feel her more, to leave his mark on her, to stay like this for days, just fucking over and over again, until he's worn out and dry.
Fingers flex and wriggle, just like his body does as his orgasm wracks through him, leaving him a sobbing, shuddering mess of a broken man. Yet it's Jeanne who's keeping him held together, like a ribbon containing a gift, she keeps him whole and happy.]
J..Jea..nne... [As teeth meet flesh, he cries out, feeling himself pulse and squirt more of his hot arousal into her, aiding in the way they rut so ferally against one another over and over again, until eventually he ends up spent and exhausted, flopping back against the bed as his chest heaves with breathless pants.
Slowly, he relaxes so that his legs fall back to their sides, and his hands loosen their hold upon her, and he gently bumps his head against hers, sighing softly.]
...that was... amazing.
I KINDA REMEMBER???
he wasn't the smug and annoying vampire doctor he boasted himself to be. not deep down. that's who she's fallen for. he is kind. and soft. and broken. and as aching for connection as he is fearful of it.
giving him a physical connection like this is simple. there is nothing complicated about him shooting thick ropes of hot cum into deep into her slick, greedy cunt. his release mixes with hers until she's overflowing around him. if she knew about his desires to fill her up, over and over, she wouldn't resist. she'd welcome it. happily agree.
but adding the level of affection and love they have for each other makes it special. makes it something she will never forget.
even as he goes limp, jeanne remains seated on his lap, keeping him buried deep and savoring the messy warmth leaking out around his softening cock. she lets go of his wrists to wrap her arms around his waist, just as breathless as he is and smiling a little at his praise. ]
It was.
[ all of this is amazing if she thinks about it. ]
But I'll get better the more we practice. [ another promise. though it's more playful than her swearing to love him. no less affectionate, however. ]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n88wxkGU2n0
Her assessment of him isn't wrong, either. Because she can see herself in him, undoubtedly. Both damaged people, hurt from suffering at the hands of others, distrustful of all but their closest people. She grants him a sanctuary, emotionally and physically. Somewhere to feel safe.
Safe enough to let his guard down completely and revel in the majesty of being vulnerable in every sense of the word, to the point he doesn't even hide the tears that slip free from the overwhelming sensations in his body and heart. Because she adores him as much as he does her.
Although he's spent, he's still grateful she doesn't remove herself from him, so they can stay together just that little bit longer, until he has to pull out. For now, however, he'll simply revel in the warmth and hug her tight around the waist, too.]
Heh... I dunno how you can get any better, but... I welcome us trying. [He smiles softly at her playfulness, tugging her down to lay by his side, still inside her.] I'd like to get better for you, too.
NEW MUSIC IN MY HEAD FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE
a soft, airy laugh escapes her as he pulls her down beside him. only a half a moan getting caught in her throat at all the shifting on her overwrought body. there's a warm, sticky mess between their thighs. instead of being disgusted or put off by it, there's a possessive satisfaction that purrs in her chest.
claiming her as much as she claims him. jeanne curls closer, putting her thigh over his hip before she settles her head beside his. a smile still touches her lips, though her eyes are melted amber gold when she strokes her fingers through the mussed parts of his uneven hair. ]
You're already the best, Vanitas. [ to her. he is also more than welcome to try. ] But... perhaps there is a book we can read together.
[ yes, reading filthy smut novels together will surely be wholesome and she will not at all want to act out everything as soon as they read it to test it out. ]
I've heard that there is room for improvement in all things. I wonder if I can make it feel so good for you that you can't walk.