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ladybugblues · 2 months
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Local PSA my gf cheats on me with Elliot from stardew valley reguarly and them other italian foods jojos pizza club
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ladybugblues · 3 months
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Would absolutely be ur date 💙💙💙
The catharsis of being in a flowy dresss tho me personally im torn between being a knight in shining armor and then also being the cutest blue dress possible
Something something delivious dark fantasy core also with faves
The elegance of a ball the fanfare of the court beautiful purple hues vineyards or seeing true love for the first time amidst a badass joust or sword fight
Kissing in a medeval rose garden or behind the bleachers of a joust ///
Idk about yall but I need me n my fav to have a medieval times date
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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Me who did NOT get tagged notified by tumblr thanky tumblr for not doin ur job
i actually had a couple options in dif categories so picked what i could
Also I feel, no one re ally quite has my hairstyle I don'thavebangs but Dehya is like the closest shes got my wild layered look
currently visualizing seeing xiao directly at eye level
i could throw u sir we both 5'2" in this bitch
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Stealing this game from @j0succ !!! Because I like 2 play....I have a lot of characters I really adore on here, actually!!!
I am formally tagging @bucciaratis-titty-window and @jonathanstigbitties but steal this for yourself too if you'd like!!!
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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SOBS PROFUSELY
Why yes I will commission my friend to write fanfiction of our pairings together because I love and support them also adoring their writing and cries and sobs and
y'all won't know how much Claude and Mais mean to me the hold the world up together smh
who needs therapy when I have sundown
blurring souls {sundown}
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warning: hoo fuck gay, very romantic and intimate, lots of praise, blowjob, cockwarming, mention of creampie, so sugary it makes you die of diabetes
commission for @ladybugblues
If Claude could describe what he felt whenever he saw Mais, it would be euphoric. Within the dark tunnel of his responsibilities as an aristocrat and the heir to the Castellane name, the seemingly never-ending weight of the pressure put upon him by his parents and high society holding Claude down within every struggled step he made. Mais was the light at the end of the tunnel, the more he strived towards the light the freer he felt. Reality lifting its weight off of his shoulders as he ran into his lover’s arms, the only place he could truly call home. As a creature of the shadows, he had a natural attraction towards the warmth of a human. In his nature, Mais should have been food. But he gave what Claude thought he could never have, the warm feeling of love radiating in his cold heart.
It was an addiction he would fall willingly for, needing more with every second of their secret meetings. Just to hear him talk and laugh, to hold Mais closely and memorize every little curve and dip of the shape of his body until Claude fingers could accurately depict his beloved even when he wasn’t there to hold physically. To tell him the sweetest words and it still wouldn’t be enough to show how much Claude simply adored the sky blue-haired man. To be with him was to feel alive, that nothing else matter but the two of them in the world. Talks of a future they could have together even though the concept was baffling to both humans and vampires for day walkers and night dwellers to come together in union. None of it mattered as the two men could shed their societal roles and could be just two bodies in need of each other’s company.
Looking out the window of his study, Claude had long abandoned his interest with the textbooks in front of him. Tired from endless days of studying and formal events for public image, his heart panged with longing. The last time Mais visited, he warned Claude of an upcoming expedition he was forced to go on – a large raid against a pack of werewolves that have been terrorizing villages in the east, as the Banaag clan had expertise in multiple forms of monster hunting besides vampires. That was around a couple of weeks ago and it was emotionally killing the blonde, his habit of eyeing the grandfather clock around the time Mais would usually sneak through the Chateau’s gardens to meet with him and be left with more of a sense of longing when he never came. Perhaps he had grown so used to the luxury of seeing Mais carefully hop over the patio’s stone railing and slip through the door to greet Claude with that warm smiling face and welcoming his embrace. The shirt he left with Claude was just barely getting him through the weeks they had been apart, sleeping with it and cuddling it close like a teddy bear he didn’t want to let go of. If only he could have his beloved back in his arms once more.
Creatures of the night have no right wishing to a higher power, but it was like God had answered Claude for his patience. For putting up with the weeks of being separated, although slight he could hear the familiar heavy steps going up the stairs, a moment where he heard the entrance to the garden open and close. Dropping his pen, the blonde man froze momentarily to listen carefully, to see if he was just hearing things. But the steps kept reaching upwards until they were on the second floor of the Chateau. Claude stood up from his desk almost instantly, leaving his work behind to reach for the door of his room and throwing away his care for the moment. Hearing that heartbeat and that refreshing smell of rain, there was no doubt it was him. The second the door swung open, Claude had already stepped forward and hugged onto the wider frame as tight as he could. Face nuzzled into the soft off-black wool of his coat to take in the scent Claude absolutely adored, that could calm his nerves within seconds. Warm gloved hands wrapping around Claude in return, firm and comforting that made him feel so safe in his grasp.
“Oh, mon amour…I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed you since the day you left, my world colder without you in it to bring me the sun.”
“Look at you, always so poetic ha ha…I missed you too, Claude.” Mais’s chest slightly rumbled in his laughter. Claude’s heart felt like it swollen up with pure love and adoration, even though it did not beat. Lifting his head up from from his beloved’s chest, violet gaze turning so soft seeing how Mais looked at him with such a warmth a creature of the night could ever be blessed with. Soft blue hair brighter than any clear sky, rich chocolate eyes, sun-kissed skin that breathed warmth and life, that beauty mark that accentuated that friendly and loving gaze – Claude has seen this gaze hundreds of times, even when the two were just enemies before. And yet he wanted to engrave him into his mind like an artisan to a block of marble, Claude’s adonis he couldn’t live without. His safe haven that transcending their social standings in the world. Luring the hunter deeper into his room and laying him down onto the couch, crawling into his grasp and drinking the feeling of being in his arms more as the two men laid on their sides. There was occasional chatter of how their weeks have been and if there was anything noteworthy to recall to the other, however it was mostly quiet. Muttering affection and quiet laughter leading into a kiss, given generously as they held each other in their private moment. The blonde let his long claws run through Mais’s shoulder-length hair carefully as to not poke him accidentally, Mais’s olive and scarred hand perched at the side of the vampire’s face with a calloused thumb caressing the cool alabaster skin beneath tenderly. Lithe touches and tender yet short kisses shared between the two lovers made up the time apart from each other, freeing themselves from their responsibilities within each other momentarily to just be two feeling beings. As minutes turned into hours, Claude eventually sat up slightly while keeping his aquamarine-haired lover in his arms.
“Mon cher…I have to attend a conference soon.”
“Aww, when I just got back too?” Playfully pouting as his head laid on Claude’s partly exposed chest. “Is it that important? Can this be one you just…Happen to get sick?”
“And let my family name get tarnished? Appearances are important for politicians and aristocrats alike, mon amour. Besides vampires rarely ever get sick unless they were poisoned with silver.” Claude returned the same amount of playfulness by giving Mais a small flick to his forehead with a smile on his lips. “The only time they would forgive an absence is if I died on the spot.”
“You aristocrats just willingly thrive in a shit environment, sounds tiring.”
“Oh, it is. But it’s alright when I have you to relax with~. Which leads into my next topic. The conference is rather far, about a couple of hours trip by carriage. And of course, being a man of a high standing such as myself…I’m going to need some extra protection, don’t you agree~?” Mais snorted at the statement, arms wrapping around his lover’s slender waist firmly as if he was hugging a favorite toy. “You put in the request already, didn’t you?”
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t~”
“Well…Don’t want to ruin the contract, do we? I, a hunter of skill, will make sure you make it to your conference without a single hair out of place on that pretty head of yours.”
“I’ll make sure to hold you up to that claim~” Claude reached over to place a kiss on his sky-haired lover’s lips, cuddling closer if it even was possible. Violet eyes seemingly glittering as they gazed upon Mais, with so much love one being could hold within their body. It had been a couple of years of knowing each other, being friends, and becoming lovers. Yet it always felt like the first moments the two of them fell in love with each other, an everlasting honeymoon. Claude knew he was pushing his luck with requesting Mais as a bodyguard directly from the association a multitude of times under a fake name, yet it was so worth it in the end. Getting to be in the arms of his beloved partner after seemingly endless hours of meetings, social events, and meaningless chatter amongst the higher class was a luxury Claude couldn’t afford to let go of. Bordering an addiction, he just wanted Mais’s love and to love him. The same symphony played over and over between the two as the hours passed, but neither of them minded:
“I love you so much Mais…The sun that warms a creature of the shadows like me. There isn’t a star in the night sky I wouldn’t capture for you, there isn’t enough treasures in the world I could give to you that would even come close to express how much I love and adore you…You etherealize a life I could have only dreamed to live if I had not met you, no god or goddess could sway my devotion to you, mon amour. My adonis, my one and only love, you’re the only man in this world and in this lifetime that could ever fully complete me.” Claude’s fingers weaved through the locks of sky-blue hair as he lovingly took in the scent of fresh rain that refreshed his vigor. A slight rose dusting on the sky-haired man’s olive cheeks, no matter how many times he pronounced his love for him in that overly flowery speak of his Mais couldn’t get used to all the affection directed towards him. Making him bashful at hearing each fanciful word that Claude uttered to describe him, it just made Claude want to coddle him and pronounce his love more.
“…Love you too, Claude…You make me really happy…” Mais felt heat collect more on his face the longer he spoke and tried to formulate something of equivalence to Claude’s poetic words. “…You…Make me feel like I do deserve it…Love…I feel like I can’t live without you. And, uh…Sometimes I can’t believe you even want to love me…You’re insanely charming and uh…Really handsome…You’re talented and you can persuade anyone into bending to your will. It’s, uh, really attractive and…Y’know, I love you.”
Mais buried his face into Claude’s chest deeper, his heart thumping against his chest as he mentally cussed at himself for stumbling over his words. He really wasn’t good at expressing love like that, nevertheless Claude had the biggest smile on his face. Pressing a kiss on the top of Mais’s head and pulling him even closer to his cold body, Claude didn’t have a functioning heart and yet it felt like it was swelling with the utter love and devotion he had for his lover. Cooing at him at how cute he is flustered and that he was so happy he felt that way, telling him how beautifully he worded it with the slight resistance of ‘don’t lie to me, that sucked’. Quiet laughter and soft words fill the air like a calming burning incense, the two made up for time apart as the minutes passed. Just enjoying each other’s company and the closeness they had created. However, it couldn’t last as long as they wanted to as the dawn approached, signaling for their separation. Mais would be needed back in his human environment to keep up his appearance of a busy hunter while Claude had to return back to the stifling front of his life in the shadows. Even though his body was tired and he yearned to cuddle more with his lover, Claude could only walk Mais out into the garden and lead him through the slightly worn gates from where he came from. Sneaking in hugs and kisses during the short walk to make every second last until the next time Claude could see Mais again, unable to help himself when the gates had locked the blue-haired man out of the Castellane gardens as he tenderly cupped his face to bring him into a final kiss goodbye. Mais’s warm and strong arms wrapped around so perfectly around Claude’s waist like a puzzle piece fitting into its pair. Their lips smacking against each other within their loving kiss, parting their lips and more yearning taking place within their small amount of distance apart. Claude’s violet gaze soft and filled with adoration as he smiled, cold thumbs caressing the surface of his lover’s warm olive skin.
“I hate watching you leave…It makes me miss you more the minute you leave my arms.”
“Mm…I don’t wanna go, but I have to…We both have to keep up appearances, ha ha” Mais let out a small laugh, lips curving into a loving smile as he continued to hold onto Claude so securely and tenderly. “I’ll be back soon…I still have to accompany you to your conference, yea?”
“That’s right, under obligation~”
“An obligation I will graciously accept~”
The granite statues carved into the inner walls watched as the two men lingered around just a bit longer, trying to push how much longer they could be around each other. Taking in the last handfuls of glances, skin contact, kisses, affectionate words, and drinking in each other’s auras before time split them apart. Mais letting go of Claude and walked into the wintery forest with a smile, back to his life with humans and as a hunter for his family. The blonde vampire could only sigh, like his yearning for his lover grew worse with each fading crunch of snow under. He could only count down the days where they could fully be together.
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Glimmering wine glasses filled with expensive vintage and the meaningless chatter of the upper class, it all circled around trying to prove that you were better than everyone else in the room. Eloquently, gracefully, and with an elegant sense of pride. It was second nature to speak like this, Claude could easily go into autopilot with that charming smile he always gives. While it seemed like he was just one of the heirs of a prestigious family invited to this political event with all talk of societal issues, his mind travelled off to one thing Claude really wanted. Violet eyes wandering off occasionally to see the small line of bodyguards standing off to the side, watching over the event in case someone’s employer got injured. There was his man in blue, standing silently there while bored out of his mind. The impatient starting off into the space made a genuine smile form on the blonde’s lips, utter adoration for Mais seeping from his very being as the grand clock only mocked how far along this conference would last into the night. It may have killed him to pay such little attention to his beloved, yet Claude needed to control himself. For soon there would be the rest of the night to latch onto him, reciting the poetry he had concocted during those days of yearning to him and to kiss his rosy face. He simply couldn’t wait.
It was much easier to find comfort on the plush animal rugs he laid on, the tankard of frothy ale with the dull clink of the wooden sides hitting each other, all while sitting in front of the warming orange of the fireplace. Claude rested his head on that broad shoulder, fresh rain calming his nerves almost immediately as he laughed and chatted with Mais. The conference was supposed to last for a week, one whole week of being able to retreat back into this small inn and spend time with his beloved partner. It was more than Claude could ever ask for, wrapping an arm around Mais’s bicep and continuing their conversation.
“Mm…I’ve missed you so much.”
“I saw you yesterday haha~”
“I knowww, but still…I’ve been so lonely during the time you were gone. I thought about you constantly: like if you were eating and if you were getting yourself hurt because you weren’t paying attention. Honestly you blink and there’s a cut on you.”
“Hey, I can’t help it. Monsters see me and want to dig their fangs into me or sink their claws into me.” The sky-blue haired man took another sip of his tankard before setting it down, giving the blonde a cheeky grin before giving a slight flex of his biceps. “Besides, the scarring sells the whole package. I know you like it a lot~”
Claude’s pale cheeks tinted with rose as he huffed, proving Mais’s point as he proceeded to get closer to him with a slight nuzzle into his arm. Hands gently caressing his arm and feeling the dips and bumps of Mais’s bicep and scarred skin through his shirt before tilting his head back up so that he could fully look up at mais.
“You’re the rugged man that I’ve read in novels for so long. I worship you like a god: so strong and muscular, sun-kissed, and rugged while having an ethereal beauty about you. Like those warm eyes…That smile, the way you treat everyone with kindness…Yet I’d still like you to at least be a bit aware of your surroundings, I would be very upset if I found you bleeding out.”
“…Damn, that’s just like you. Turning it into complimenting me.”
“It’s all true, Mon Amour. It’s how I see you.”
“I know you do, you have the most lovely set of rose-colored glasses when you look at me~” Mais joked lightly, pressing a kiss on Claude’s forehead with that relaxed smile curling his lips. It didn’t satisfy Claude at all, however. Instead, he released his grasp on Mais’s arm and instead shifted onto his lap for the time being. Cold clawed fingers tenderly tracing patterns into the warm olivine skin underneath their touch: Traveling from the side of his face, combing through the soft cerulean locks, down to the curve of his neck and shoulder before perching there. An adoring violet gaze looking through Claude’s long lashes with occasional shifting onto his lover’s lap, unintentional yet purposeful did he shorten the gap between the two men. His lips just barely away from Mais’s, breathing in the human’s air as if he needed a fix. Cold kisses barely brushing on the sides of his lover’s face, just barely missing his mouth as he spoke in a low voice. Seeing that he had captured him into his web of intimacy. “You know I don’t like it when you talk or imply negative comments about yourself…You’re my one and only, Mais. I know it’s impossible to make you see what I see immediately…However…Should I show my adoration for you in a different way, mon amour?”
Mais gulped dryly, this never failed to work on him. A close encounter of the touch he grew to crave, being mostly depraved of a loving touch for so many years until he met Claude. It was as simple as three steps: letting out a hum for yes, dragging his lover closer, and kissing him if Claude didn’t hurry before. The young night let the winter moon peer in through the window to coat the lovers in a silvery light in harmony with the golden light of the fireplace. Watching the lovers perform their dance of romance: those gentle feathering of kisses turned into a tango of feverish passion, the two men holding onto each other tightly. Whether that would be touches sneaking in under their clothes or fingers running through their hair, reacquainting themselves with the shapes of each other’s bodies like it was the first time they ever laid down together. Tongues tied and the symphony of breaths and slight moans every time their lips parted before going back in. The buttons of Claude’s coat popped open one by one, warm hands getting a proper feel of the cold ivory skin that was once hidden away. Touch raking down his chest, down to his toned stomach, hooking around his hips, and up towards his back. Shivers rocked through Claude as he continued to kiss Mais passionately, their lips making a rhythm of wet smacks and their tongues twisting around each other in a small battle for dominance. A challenge when Claude’s tongue extended deeper into Mais’s mouth to try and bring the two of them even closer, trying to meld their bodies into one as the sky-blue haired man let out a small choke every now and then while disregarding so. The air grew hot with intention, time seemingly standing still as their worlds were only consumed with each other. Drinking each other up like a mere mortal developing an addiction to the nectar of the gods. Claude’s thighs pressing against his lover’s and his hips rolling into his lap, awakening a familiar fire within Mais in the heat of their intimacy.
It felt like hours before Claude decided he had enough of their sloppy kissing, pulling his lips and tongue away with their mixed saliva coating each other. Continuing the barrage of affection, the blonde busied himself with kissing at the human’s neck while nimble fingers expertly untied and unbuttoned the offending tops Mais wore, pulling them away to drink in the muscular body kept away from him for what seemed to be far too long now. His god, his adonis, the warrior he’ll give his flowers to. Fresh rain made Claude so drunk, lips sucking harshly at his lover’s olivine skin before sinking his fangs into certain areas. God, his blood was only the cherry on top. So sweet with a bit of tartness like fresh fruit, the ruby liquid making Claude moan at the mere taste automatically rolling his hips more into Mais’s. The human could only groan and cuss at the vampire feasting off of him, hands cupping the plump of his bottom to squeeze lovingly while leading his hips to grind more into him. Their hard ons more prominent through their pants the more they moved against each other. Neither man could help but fall into the web of lust they built around each other, Claude finding himself in between Mais’s legs with his pants shifted down just enough to release his harden member. Not hesitating to let his blackened tongue wrap around the whole shaft before swallowing him whole without hesitation, vampiric abilities allowing Claude to stroke him with his tongue and let the length travel down his throat with slow hollowing of his cheeks.
“H-Hahh, fuckk, C-Claude-shit!”
“Mmmhmmgh~!” The vibration of his hums made Mais twitch more, his unsteady hand combing through his lover’s long lion-like hair with a shaky pant and cuss every so often while he continued to greedily suck on and roll his tongue around the girth. It might have something to do with how long it had been the last time they were intimate, they were acting much more unhinged than usual. Every delicate touch and feverish action feeling more intense than it had been when it was more regular. All Mais could do was spread his legs as much as he could and lose himself in the pleasure, not even controlling himself every time he jerked his hips to drive his cock deeper into Claude’s throat. It wasn’t a problem at all, as he could take every inch of him until he comfortably rested with his nose buried in his sky-blue pubes. With every moan and cuss, Mais found himself spewing out affectionate words: he wasn’t a man as poetic as his charming lover, but he meant every word he said. Coating his fingers in the viscousness of his own saliva as lubricant before reaching over, circling around the ring of muscle to relax Claude as he slipped two fingers inside, pumping them at a slow pace while stretching him.
“H-Hh, fuck, g-god I love you. Hff, I-I love you so fuckin’ much, Claude. H-Hahh fuck, I-I wanna love you in every life. I-I wanna spend the rest of my days with you, j-just us together-H-Hahh~! R-Really can’t describe-hff-how much I love you. F-Fuck I love you so much, Claude! God, I wanna fuckin’ marry you-hff!”
Those words only added more fuel to the fire burning in Claude’s loins, precum dripping onto the floor while his hands grasped at Mais’s scarred and muscular thighs to try and swallow him more if it was possible. But it wouldn’t be enough for either of them.
In the warm glow of the fireplace and the silvery moon nearby, the two lovers embraced each other in an even closer and intimate way. Laying on the animal pelt rug, Claude had a leg hooked around Mais’s waist and his hands resting on the dips of his shoulders. Panting slightly with drool beginning to trail down the side of his face from earlier activities, continuing to kiss his lover in sporadic yet tender patterns. Mais let Claude rest on his arm, the other placed on the curve of his bottom while he pulled the two of them close together. The occasional roll of his hips gently pulling out and sheathing in his cock buried inside of the vampire, twitching as the two laid still in each other’s arms. Breathless kisses and savoring each other’s presences with every tender caress, every loving kiss, and every delicate word.
“H-Hff, Mais, mon Amour…I-I’ve missed you every day you were gone from my side, I even prayed to god that you would safely come home to me early. It’s been so cold and dreary without my sun. H-Hff, oh my love…I never want to let you go like that ever again, even though o-our circumstances wouldn’t allow it so-hhahh- I dream of you every night, how we would run away…Start a new life together…Marry and live our happily ever after.” Claude breathed out, stopping in between his sentences to capture his lover’s lips to quench a never ending addiction. Eyes glittered like violets after a rainfall in the spring, the fireplace and Mais’s worn yet gentle stature securing the blonde into a safe haven.
“C-Claude-hahfuck- God, I love you so much…I-I can’t give you a whole lot, but I only have my heart and soul to you. I-I’m glad we stopped fighting to get to know each other t-that one time haha-hff. Y-You make me feel like a whole person again, like…I matter…Everything makes sense as long as I’m with you…I-If only we didn’t have our roles to play, I-I would have dropped everything to be with you…I-I thought about you a lot too…R-Really sucks not having my swan haha.”
They clung to each other, each kiss feeling like a soothing wildfire that spread throughout their bodies. Any movement made between the two outside their tender kisses happened over a stretched amount of time. They wanted to stay bonded together, reaching the threshold of how close they could be and yet the two lovers needed to be closer. The urge to blend their souls into one and bask in each other’s essence until time stopped flowing, needing more of each other. Eventually they would lazily roll their hips in an off-beat rhythm. The lovers relaxed into each other’s arms, letting their bodies have free reign as enjoyed each other’s presence emotionally. Mais sinking lower and kissing at the ivory neck below, breathing in lavender and vanilla with breathy grunts whispered into the cold skin. The hand on Claude’s behind roughly bringing him as close as he could to bring more leverage, lazily rutting inside. Warm walls tightening around his length, neglected from the moment of stillness before and now throbbing immensely. Wanting to spill into the blonde who writhed beside him, those frantic kisses and whines while his cock stood firm: a bit of the bright red head was visible as it dripped and coated onto both muscular and toned surfaces. Slowly yet steadily, they reached their highs as the cords unraveled within each other.
“J-Je t'aime tellement mon amour. Hahh, Il n'y a rien que je souhaite plus au monde que d'être avec toi jusqu'à mon dernier souffle. Tu fais en sorte qu'une créature de-hff- l'ombre comme moi aspire à vivre dans la lumière juste pour être avec toi. Hahhh, M-Mon soleil, mon guerrier, mon mari. Je veux juste que notre amour dure pour toujours. Hhh~!”* “Y-Yakap mo ako ng mas mahigpit, mahal ko-hahh fuck. I-I don't deserve you p-pero pinupuno mo ako ng kaligayahan na hindi ko akalain na makakamit ko. Hff- Mahal kita, aking manika. My swan, my one and only. Fuck hhh, mahalin mo ako at huwag mo akong iwan!”*
Even after they reached their ecstasy, creating a mess with their own fluids and skin sugarcoated lightly in sweat. They could only live in each other’s arms. The air hot and filled with panting, breathy words, and smacks of lips. The mild plead from Claude begging Mais not to pull out yet, to stay buried inside of him as the human and vampire continued to hold each other close. Their love-making coming to a close but still wanted to be connected closely in such an intimate and romantic way, steadying their breathing and sexes steadily returning to their soften states. They were going to have moments such as this for the rest of their duration here, they could live the temporary fantasy of coming home together and blurring the lines between the night and day until they were simply one. This was a dream Mais couldn’t believe he was allowed to indulge in, holding onto Claude as his legs were still wrapped around his body and clinging to him like he was the only support in the world. Steadily lulling himself to sleep safe in his beloved’s arms, Mais felt himself falling into the same seduction of sleep. Safe and happy, where he belonged. Finding his last bit of strength to carry Claude into bed for the rest of the morning, he would let go once he wrapped the two of them in blankets. The fire crackling becoming a lullaby, allowing Mais to fall asleep in his lover’s arms.
* i love you so much, my love. there's nothing i want more in this world than to be with you until my last breath. You make a creature of the shadows like me yearn for life in the light just to be with you. My sun, my warrior, my husband. I just want our love to last forever.
* Hug me tighter, my love. I don't deserve you but you fill me with happiness that I never thought I could achieve. I love you, my doll. My swan, my one and only. Love me and don't leave me.
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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I possesed Daisy's soul to write this juicy thing clearly through brainworms alone.
And it remains just as delicious as I continue to come back and reread it like a nerd
I drew things or this also that-ican'tentirelyposthere
I think this should be fine because well its censored so
its just the touchin scene that gets me
also Mateo insert because i'm lame deal with it thanky
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Telepatía {Giorno Giovanna x Reader}
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| "La luna está llena, mi cama vacía. Lo que yo te haría..." |
warning: solo male, masturbation, mentions blowjobs and riding, gn reader, aged up giorno
After a tediously long day of dealing with paperwork, meeting with smaller gangs in hopes of convincing them to work for passione, and a large and tiring formal event: Giorno quietly unlocked the door to his suite and shut the door behind him. Taking off his leather loafers and adjusting his tie with a quiet sigh as he padded through the luxurious cream-colored rooms. Eventually letting his limbs give out as he fell onto the plush mattress, welcoming the aching tension of his feet and back disappearing for the moment. Giorno felt drained, sighing as his body grew motionless as he relaxed onto the white bed. He did ask for the vices of running the Italian mafia, going alongside the virtues of dictating how Italy was ran to form the image he wanted. Although it came with tiresome nights of paperwork, negotiating, and social events with people who he knew didn't like him for how young he was. He really needed to force himself to relax, looking at his notorious history of working until he's dropped. Besides...You wouldn't like that at all.
You were currently in your home country due to some family matters, telling Giorno that you would be gone for a little while. Making sure to call, text, and video call him whenever the two of you had fleeting spare time. It had been around a couple of weeks at this point and it slowly took a toll on the blonde. If he wasn't thinking of official business, he was thinking of you. Missing how you would kiss him and tell him good morning, missing your cute expressions when he surprised you with dates or small yet thoughtful gifts, missing your voice even when you hung up mere moments ago. Your eyes, your touch, your scent, you everything. He just missed all of you so much, a slight pang of his chest as he wished he could see you again. As the moon coated him in a soft silvery light, Giorno shrugged off the deep magenta suit jacket he wore for the initial event and discarded it to the side. Nimble fingers reaching to the black buttons of his silk shirt, slowing working at each one and revealing more of his smooth ivory skin. Giorno wondered what you were doing at this moment in time: Were you sleeping alright? Were you eating okay?...Did you feel as he felt right now? It might have been his romantic tendencies talking, especially in the peak of missing you, but the don couldn't help but feel as if the two of you were connected not only emotionally but physically and mentally. As in whatever he felt, you could feel in wherever you were in the world right now.
Fingertips trailed down from the sensitive skin around his neck to the bumps of his collarbones, trailing down into his chest as he closed his eyes. Visualizing that it was you touching him instead, your hands being the one that delicately dragged themselves across Giorno's skin as he missed the familiar weight of your body on top of him. Even though you weren't there physically, he could feel the heat of your palms on his body and your scent wafting into his nose as he breathed in and out deeply. Surely you were feeling the same way as he was on this rather lonesome night, longing and yet full of of passion for one another. Every caress of the blonde's fingers translated into his mind as yours, a faint gasp leaving his lips while his touch worked on his body. Making sure to go as slow and as sensual as possible to drink in every little movement the you in his mind gave him, heat rising in his lower regions as he continued to touch, caress, and massage into his upper body. The black silk shirt was long discarded at this point, shrugged off so that pale calloused fingers could extend the trails of ivy down the curves and veins of Giorno's toned arms and have a better grasp on the dips and elevations of his torso. God, how he missed you so much. To kiss you full of passion within his touch in the way you dserved to be loved, to hear your pants and moans against his caring grasp, and to feel your body shiver and mold into his hands the longer he played with your sensitive body. It's all the blonde wanted, to just have you near him would have given the ecstacy. With every playful brush at his hardening nipples and loving caress of his muscles, it was like he could feel the hot kisses on his neck trailing down. The desire grew hotter, scalding Giorno and bringing him into the depths of his longing and his desire.
He could absolutely drop everything and come to you. In fact he wanted to so bad, to just escape into your arms. However reality wouldn't let Giorno fall into your arms willingly, his responsibilities hang him up by their iron strings. For now, he could only use the quiet around him to form you in his mind. Letting his tense body relax as your figurative weight sat on the top of him, it recalling all of the patterns you've drawn into his body like artwork. Your words echoed in his mind, sweet like ambrosia as it melted through his veins with a pleasant fire. Hearing the praises, moans, whines, pants, and 'i love yous' echoed back to him from memory had finally let the blonde's hands take control for themselves. Giorno no longer had to think as they went to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants to shimmy out of slightly. Palming himself here and there to get a buzzed reaction out of himself, feeling the tent in his underwear grow more until he pulled his member from underneath the waistband and let it slightly bounce upwards.
"H-Hahh, amore mio..." He breathlessly called out into the empty room, slender yet slightly calloused fingers grasped at the base of Giorno's erect cock with a lithe touch. Electricity shooting through his veins and shivers rocking down his body in return as he was encouraged to carefully stroke himself. Feeling the texture of every vein that coated the underside and circumference until those chilled fingers brushed up against the reddening tip, pre-cum dribbling at the slit as Giorno's desire grew within the passing seconds. Another hand had reached down to grasp and began to fondle his balls while the first hand grew in speed with a firmer grasp. Giorno wasn't looking down at all, half-lidded emerald eyes gazing up into the moonlit ceiling with rose-tinted visions overcoming him within his haze of lust. He could only see you staring back at him with a lustful smile and gaze as your hands were at work rather than his own. Quietly panting and the occasional slip of his Italian tongue, Giorno pleasured himself as he wished for you to be by his side. Fingers dancing upwards to play with the rosy-colored head and providing more lubricant to his hand as he slide back down to the base, a slight twist in his wrist within each flick. Occasionally, he did the obscene act of spitting into his hand for more slip in between his cock and his palm. He'd much rather prefer your mouth at the moment: kissing at the tip and playfully running your tongue around the slit and down the sides just to see his reaction, how he would needily weave his fingers into your hair and coax you into taking him past your lips. If he was feeling rather playful that day, tracing the head along your lips so teasingly before pushing it into your mouth. Warm and wet, the texture of your tongue, and the tightness of your throat: he knew it all too well and yet it drove him absolutely mad. Letting out another cuss in Italian as the image of you sucking on him was what was getting him through the delirium of his lust. Pale fingers twisting around the shaft as his mind interpreted it as your tongue swirling around as your hands would wrap around his thighs to push yourself down deeper into your hot throat, it made his hips buck slightly under his own touch.
How the two of you made love was magical, as if your bodies were meant for each other like puzzle pieces that perfectly locked into each other. Giorno could feel the texture of your skin and feel your bodyheat feverishly as if it was trying to pull him deeper into the waters. Your comforting weight on top of him as you slid yourself down his hard cock slowly and teasingly, the cute gasp you would made as he slid all the way inside. His cock twitching at the mere thought of how warm you were, how tight you felt with your walls hugging around him before you started to bounce carefully on top. Making it a point to feel every little texture and feeling the stretch of his member with every little threatening movement to pull out once you reached the tip to sinking yourself all the way back down. Green eyes coated with lust gazed up in a dazed fashion, he could even feel your hands run through his long golden-blonde hair while the echoes of your moans and pants tantalized him so. His pace grew sloppier as he went quicker, his hand coated in a viscous liquid with the combination of his saliva and the pre-cum that continued to dribble and run down the side of the tip and down the shaft. Giorno let out pant after grunt, toes curling at the electricity sparking through him and the buck of his hips. Desparately calling for you in the quiet of the room while the you in his mind had started to ride him at a faster pace. The room grew hotter, sweat starting to form at his temples to soak into his roots. Loins tightened and burned with desire, to chase after his high with each sloppy pump of his phallused. Hands working at their own pace to keep the pleasuring thorough, even stopping occasionally and only massaging at his balls to keep the built up longer while Giorno lived in his fantasy. The tip an blushing red and bobbed slightly as it throbbed with want, glistening with the slick mixture before a hand went right back to it and continued to stroke. The lewd sticky sounds and whatever left the desperate cacophony of noises past Giorno's lips were the only things that filled the hot air.
Faster, faster, don't stop. It was the only thing running through his mind in the heat of his passion, quivering at his own touch and getting off to the thoughts of love-making in the past. God, he missed you so much. Could you feel him like he felt you? It was an overwhelming experience, surely you had had to feel his hands on your body as he could feel yours. Saliva glossed those plump pink lips, strands separating when Giorno opened his mouth wider to vocalize his enjoyment while a small trail left from the corner of his lips and ran down his face. It wouldn't be long before he snapped, long stopping the flicking of his wrist as his hips bucked into his hand instead. Imagining to have grabbed you by your hips and fucking upwards to reach his climax, sweet sweet moans were so loud in his ears as they coaxed the throbbing of his cock more and more. Snapping his eyes shut, he let out a strangled moan and had one last buck upwards before his cock spilled hot white ropes down the sides and splattering onto his toned stomach. Tensed and frozen there for a moment before pathetically flopping down, breathless and panting as a sense of euphoria washed over his tiring body. Shaky and glowing, his visions ended with you pressing a kiss on his drool-covered lips while your hands caressed him oh so lovingly.
"I love you"
"T-Te amo, h-hahhh...Oddio, hahhh."
Did you feel him too? The way he made love to you in spirit?
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Bad Romance
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Risotto x Fem!Reader
CW: Not Safe For Work, Fem reader, Creampie, Hasty sex, Light Panty fucking, a thing I wrote for @jonathanstigbitties but decided to expand slightly on not much cause sick but enjoy ;3
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February winter was never quite warm or as cold as it needed to be. Sometimes overtly bitter and other times just as muddy as spring time would permit, and muddy was the only way someone could describe the way that you felt on this dreaded holiday. Softly breathing over your digits, just once, just one day taking a chance. You didn't know him very well but maybe that was the for the best. Dating apps were just as blasé as they normally were but Risotto had caught your eye rather specifically. He was for lack of a better word, incredibly hot. He certainly didn't shy away from pictures of himself just barely out of the shower let alone teasing ever so slightly at those sculpted curves that made the sharpest cut of a V down his hips towards the most delectable future meal.
It couldn't have hurt to shoot your shot, what else did you have to loose? Romance wasn't exactly your forte and relationships you had just didn't seem to last. For one reason or another you found yourself here at his doorstep, ringing the bell without another thought. Although most other girls might have wondered if this was some serial killers house, you simply couldn't be bothered to even entertain the thought longer than it took you to wait for this goth goliath to open the door.
Standing over you, scanning you up and down as the expression of shock paints your face messily like some abstract Picasso painting he had the sad honor to view. Crimson staring down at your meager form before a gruff 'Come In' was all you heard shortly after.
It really didn't take long, it all felt like such a rush but then again time flies when one is having fun. Had it been a few minutes? Maybe it was an hour and yet somehow it felt almost like an instant he had smashed his mouth against yours like he had something to prove. He to was often alone on this bitter winter eve of Valentines day. No one to share it with, no one quite brave enough to step forward and so when presented with the softest lamb a Lion must take part of its meal. A tongue forcing its way into your mouth strangling you with deep moans, clothes that seemed to fly off with each heavy step towards the bedroom till he had you pressed on your back with fervent want grinding into your sex rhythmically with his zipper the only guard against the heaviest set of meat pressed against your panties.
Wanton abandon as he rushes with his belt, unbuckling with one hand as he groans into your mouth tapping his hardened cock almost impossibly stiff against the sopping wet satin of your panties. 
Grinding their holding it firm just so you could understand how hard he was for you. Urging you softly to hold onto his back as he pressed mildly through the fabric just ever so slightly teasing at your entrance which alone seemed girthy enough to spear you in two. He was a living Goliath in every sense of the word and here you were a mere victim to the blindest desire of passion and the want to belong to someone. Precum leaked slightly against the wet fabric, making a snail trail from where he dragged the tip or pressed it even against you whilst his lips went to lick and suck at the tender meat of your neck. Panting, pressing, your senses in overdrive till his voice breaks through your bleary haze.
"I'm… going to stick it in now…Let me know if it hurts"
He'd murmur softly into your neck, his thumb swiping against your pelvic bone to hook just under the soft fabric enough to reveal glossed lips that were puffy and ached for him so desperately. First the blunt head gently dipping into your more sensitive areas, the stretch that burned and forced your back to bend and arch with your hips naturally spreading as wide as you could go till he wound in half way and finally to the hilt. Nails clawed at his back and yet he simply didn't seem to care. Shallowly thrusting as deep as it was, kissing at your womb as he urged you to bare it with your ecstasy filled moans lining the air. Sloppy sounds of kissing and wet skin sliding past each other he pumped into you firmly and yet with such care it was enough to make you cry. Grabbing at ever soft part of you: Hips, Waist, Breast, Ass. Nothing to hide as many times as you cried to god beneath him, he simply was the only idol one could look up to. Your Executioner, Judge, and Jury. He was so enraptured by every twisted expression your face made, the drool that glossed your lips that he enjoyed the sweet taste of. You could feel him swivel his hips just press the tip as far as it go just brushing past your cervix and pressing deep into you with each thrust that he'd generously press into you with your begging.
Moments lasted an eternity in his heated embrace with the sticky puddle of your fluids adding on as lubricants, stirring you into the tastiest dessert for him personally to dine on till nerves began to snap and a loud moan finally erupted from him with that bone breaking final pounding till his seed spills out into you and leaks from between your sticky folds.
And yet it was only the beginning of a very messy Valentines day.
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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Giorno surprising you with Chorizo and Egg tacos for breakfast with some coffee and a wittle kiss to the forehead.
+ of your favorite salsa to the side ~
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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It's the year of the Rabbit and I finally got around to finishing something for once! Had to draw my lil white rabbit Giorno design for the new year naturally for it!
Hope y'all like it, 2023 I'm aiming to like actually post content again!
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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Sigh...normally composed and collected men short circuiting over chubby reader...
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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Communicating on Daisys' wave length constantly and now also developing deplorable men.
When the scrungly is terrible has awful morals and a weird fetish and like u just want to see him decimated
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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I made an Nsfw twitter to upload all the massive amount of porn doodles I do 👀
Its @/M0chaBlues for those interested
Lot og Gioteo content on there already just posting a lil of the backlog erryday
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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Baby, the knife against your throat isn't here to scare you, it's just a reminder to help you behave. But it's so much fun to watch you get wet from how scared it makes you. You're so malleable with this cold steel pressed to your throat while my hand slides between your legs. You barely even try to whine because you know the wetness between your thighs gives you away and it's so fucking cute
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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Laying ontop of hour F/O in the morning while he lazily fucks up into you and/or is hotdogging/rubbing up against your slit. Just move the panties to the side babe and get to work, call that sausage and eggs for breakfast
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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All the Jotaro stans out there can not accept the fact that Jotaro is a bottom. Look at him? Look at his everything, 'But NERO' you say crying at the top of your lungs.
'He's 6'5" and the strongest stand user eVER he couldn't possibly bottom'
Menial details,strongest stand user,please that man would get flustered if you held his fuckin hand because he can't accept human affection.
'But Jolyne!'
Meri put that baby in herself aint no way, she rode till the sun rose and probably made him cry I'm just saying.
Sucks having fat tits and right opinions smh
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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I joined the Self insert train wahh
I think the craziest thing is that like
My nickname comes from a band, like for years been called Nero cause I really liked the band Nero's day at disneyland
Am I a fucking jojo reference how the fuck did that all work out
But I did keep the ball rolling and made her stand Action Winter Journey
Rlly specifically ship her with Vampire giorno
Is it really me if I dont come up with like 10pages of lore?
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((Sketch context was my pal cupid joining me at the airport to go pick up Gio and finding out he is the hot blond in the lil selfies he sent))
Liked the idea it might have been an online relationship with Giorno discovering latent vampire abilities as an adult and is currently trying tk readjust his life surrounding it. Its a big adjustment so he ends up doomscrolling this girls lil vampire blog because shes obssesed with them and takes it far too seriously.
Its a very cheesy plot with her bein a witch and being a good supernatural counterpart to help him out
Sometimes one must indulge a lil in bad plotlines
My girlfriend is a witch!? And i'm a vampire!?!?!? Hrll yeah brother
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ladybugblues · 1 year
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Could you please read my fanfic (love and war pt1) and give me some constructive criticism? It's a lesbian fab fiction my friend personally forced me to write for her And I've had writer's block for a while so I need to write the second chapter, but I wanted some advice on what I can do better and I think you're a good writer so could you do me the honors:)
Xoxo- yours truly
Heyy~ So I gave it a quick skim, a few things I'd like to preface before I go into this.
This is not an invitation for people to send me fics, this ones pretty short which is the only reason I'm doing it, and that's really not to be mean. I work almost 60hrs a week and I normally don't have time to annotate something like this I'm usually off work and then like dead LMAO so again not to be mean I'd prefer people don't send stuff to me I just feel bad I most likely would never get to it!
BUT that's partially why I'm gonna try and really comb through yours so that way future peeps can use the same resources and hopefully the same advice applies!
I am a very dry critic and rather foreword also, blunt is the best word. None of this comes from a place of Ire I'm just genuinely really nitpicky when asked to critique things so please take it with a grain of salt none of this is meant to bring you down or make you feel bad at all!
SO without further delay allow me
The first really glaring issue I saw throughout it is a lot of repetitive words. Genuinely I felt this would have benefited from at least two or three proofreads before posting. A thesaurus is your best friend in this case especially if you're unsure of what could better replace it just look it up with the definition to see how it fits. There's a very strong lack of literary devices, punctuation is kinda everywhere including quite a few misspells. Another rule of thumb in English lit is usually trying to avoid expletive constructions (of course we all fall into it but it's good to keep in mind!) Which in short means try to avoid using words such as: There,It is,And,Because,to,are,was,will be etc... in the beginning of a sentence
We try to avoid them as best as we can because they're simply filler words and at times can weaken a sentences strength! Of course this does not mean 'All the time' but y'know it helps when combing through your rough to try and help with your reading.
The first paragraph I feel is an example of a poorly done Anaphora with Expletive's included. This is how I would rewrite it personally as an example.
Original for context:
You felt disgusting. Like a criminal, or some kind of feind. You, Y/N, had committed a crime serious enough to get you in jail for at least 6 years. And you were ashamed. You were ashamed of yourself for getting caught in doing something youve been doing almost all your life. You felt stupid for letting someone survive to call the police in the first place. And though you were happy you only got charged for this one time and not for your whole life, or any of the other crimes you committed, (which came Natually as youre a scammer who makes fake ids and sells HARD drugs,) getting caught alone crushed your soul. But all of those bad emotions washed away when you were talking to Jolyne.
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Only disgust had filled your senses within these dingy stone walls. For most of your life you had been diligently hiding in the shadows, evading the law, and committing crimes and fooling the local citizen into believing your lies with ease. A vixen incarnate with how smoothly you could weave lies together for your scams only to piss the wrong person off and wind yourself with a six year sentence. Life certainly had a way of making your days the absolute worse almost as if God himself was mocking you each time you looked in the mirror. However, a small amount of grace was found within said dingy stone walls, were your infallible cell-mates. Specifically Jolyne, jade hair braided atop of onyx locks with ocean blue eyes and a riot for a personality. Speaking to her alone was enough to feel lucky, if the fact your other side gigs hadn't been found out amidst an already tense courtroom. Thanking the sky above for the perfect cell-mate and more so the police not finding the 20 kilos of cocaine you were also smuggling regularly but that's besides the point.
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Reasons why I said you had used a poorly done Anaphora: " And you were ashamed. . You were ashamed of yourself for getting caught in doing something youve been doing almost all your life. " Repetitive and does not flow well, the adjustment I made was more emotional oriented writing that attempts to express why the reader is so upset while simultaneously giving a sense of dread by describing dingy stone walls that mocked you with your very presence.
Citations on Anaphora : https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/anaphora
Citation on Expletive Constructions: https://law.rwu.edu/sites/law/files/downloads/Academic%20Success/Grammatical%20Expletives%20-%20With%20Logo.pdf
And I feel this example can be used or the overall fic also, here's also a site towards the more erotic part of the fic of words and phrases you can use in exchange. Alot of this seems to run into each other with poor sentence structure and lack of descriptors.
Another example in the spicier context of things that could be improved.
Original for context
You couldn't help feeling embarrassed that Jolyne had saw you like this. Did she hear your moans? Did she think you were a slut?! You didn't want the answer to any of your questions, it scared you to think of the results. Yet you still wondered as you couldn't help pulling your shirt down in the back to cover your ass. And with all those thoughts racing  through your head, you hadn't noticed that gwess never stopped rubbing your pussy. She was attacking your clit specifically, racing two fingers against it from side to side. You squirmed a little bit trying to hold back a moan. The tension was thicker than ever. "J-jolyne--- why are you .. ung.. upp-" you spoke slowly, trying your best to sound normal as you'd usually did whenever you wanted to break an awkward silence between the two. "Y-you usually fall asleep quick..quicker..." you'd gasp a bit as Jolyne grabbed you by the neck from behind, squatting down to where her groin pressed firmly against your ass, squishing it as far as it could squish.
Ears hot, cheeks flushed, with your heart beating like a war drum in your chest; The only word that could describe you were unequivocally embarrassed. A living nightmare being found in the state you were in by none other than Jolyne. A mixture of being both your savior and yet a bringer of your demise, Oh- the questions swimming in your hazed head already of how she even arrived here. Had she heard you? Did she think less of you now because of it, like you were some hooker on the corner begging for cock? Even worse what would she think of you now as you shakily try to cover your ass with the back end of your shirt, digits trembling with each heavy breath let between your drool glossed lips. The stimulation simply hadn't stop with it's offender, Gwess, utterly racing her two fingers against your sensitive pearl. Biting back your moans, trying so hard to ignore the cocky miscreant beneath you, and form a sentence to the very few people you could trust.
"J-Jolyne, w-why are you h-ahhn- Ungg-"
Nothing came out as it should, your words just as quickly dissolved into wanton desire. Thinking briefly she should have already been asleep by now and maybe your mouth attempted to imitate that exactly but all it could be heard as was slurred syllables and eventually a gasp that escapes your lips as she quickly grabs the nape of your neck and sits on the small of your back. Grinding her already wet slit against you, begging for as much friction as she could attain with each soft shift of her hips towards your ass.
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Now personally I'm more of a fan of flowery writing with a mix of harder descriptors, I think it helps sell the piece well in those manners. I aimed for more emphasis on how embarrassed the reader felt took out a bit of dialogue to emphasize how much the reader could hardly speak with synonyms of the back of the neck/back in general (Small of your back usually is the lil dip in your spine in your lower back, Nape is the back of your neck)
These are just some things I'd change including general advice.
Some helpful citations that could improve your writing:
Just some general links etc.
Now, personally this fic isn't my thing (I'm not really a big fan of Gwess) so it isn't very titillating to me. However I read this is clearly your first bit of writing in a while, genuinely when I'm out of the groove for a bit I sit and read some of my favorite books or find new ones to indulge in for a bit. Sometimes I rp with my friends to just to test out things or ask for second opinions on small stuff that I have second guesses on.
I hope this all helps! Please remember practice makes perfect so keep at it you'll be fantastic in no time!
With love ~
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Old Wedding day sketches
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Some old wedding day sketches I made of these two because in my head they're husbands and married and just so dang happy man like you got 0 clue
A morticia and gomez type of pair after marriage and no one could sway me otherwise on it
I never really finished any of these but I've had them on my brain again rattling around again because its a big ol boost o serotonin in these neck of the woods.
If you'd like also I wrote their vows so here's some flavor text under the cut to keep this post from being crazy long
Mateos wedding vows, shakily holding Giornos hands with his palms obviously becoming sweaty. Nervous beyond all compare as a small silence awkwardly befalls the room. Gulping, fighting back the tears in his eyed he stops for a second cussing under his breath with a light laugh "shit sorry- " slipping his digits back into the blondes grip that looked up at him with that ever loving jade gaze he starts finding the words. "I feel like I'm rather good with words but when I tried writing my vows I always choked up like this and started to cry. Not out of sadness or anything like that but because I've never felt so in love with someone before that the only way I could express was just bawling my eyes out. But that's partly what I like about it, Giorno when I asked for your allegiance years ago I never thought it would be like this. I never knew or had any idea that the person I would partner with would be the most genuine and kind person I've ever met. In a world where we fight the impossible you have always seemed to find a path through it. I've cried and bonded with you, I found a best friend in the softness that you shared with me. Years of pining and longing of trying to keep it all under wraps for the sake of the future have finally led to this. This moment. I have dreamed so much about today, wondering when it might occur and even now I still feel like I'm lost in my sleep. I cant believe that we'll be facing the future together now as we should be. I will never tire of your smile, of your rare laugh, of when I got to see you wake up in the morning. I promise that I will always be by your side through the worst the world could offer and hold you up when you cant fight anymore. I promise that my love is deep enough that I'll see you in the next life and fall in love all over again like here and now. And I know in every life afterward it'll be like tomorrow where I wake up and call you my husband"
Giorno has a hard time keeping his own composure, feeling how intensely passionate Mateos words are and laughing slightly as tears drip down his cheeks. Slipping his hand away also to wipe under his eyelid with his thumb trying to be mindful of his make up before clearing his throat and trying to find his voice. Fair skin slightly flushed his ears hot and thudding like a war drum with anxiety. But that gentle squeeze of his hands from Mateo is his small push to say what his heart truly wanted
"Mateo, I can say that through my life I have never quite met anyone like you. Having met someone so different and yet the same, I found a kinship in you like no one else and I think my favorite part about us was how we were friends first. How we became bestfriends so fast, your aloof demeanor, your love for your family, how open you were to welcoming all that was me and extended to be apart of that merely because it was your nature to. You were my reminder to breath, the ease in my shoulders, the ground I needed to walk on when things were to far or too heavy. I met my match in you, someone else who shares the weight of the world on their shoulders when I felt I was so alone in it. There is no one I could ask to walk this path like you, there is no one else I would ever let see the sides of me you have. When you smile at me, when you tell me how your day has gone and when you send me small messages of your I love you's I have never felt so intimately close with anyone in my life. My dream now, my wish, is that I will alawys and forever continue to walk at your side. I promise to you that I will never let the world collapse around you and that when you are lost I promise to be your guide. Through thick and thin you are the one I choose to be here with. You are my partner and my lover and now here soon my Husband and I couldn't have it any other way. "
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