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autumn catch-all (open)

WHO: Vanitas and you!
WHAT: Catch-all with open prompts
WHEN: Throughout autumn
WHERE: Various
WARNINGS: There will be eventual NSFW!

cruise ship - general.

[ Vanitas' designated date from the auction is Amber, and while he can't say he's having a bad time, there are moments in which he can be caught without her around the ship.

Sampling the wine is something he's not opposed to, and he may or may not be tipsy when someone approaches. He can also be found at the buffet, squinting at a dessert dish...that looks like Tarte Tatin?? Wow, he's going to scrutinize the hell out of it. It'd better be good. ]

chocolates.

[ He's not a fan of chocolate, especially if it's too sweet. He's got zero idea about the bonus effects, too, but while he's out in town square, he idly pops a piece into his mouth.

He grimaces a bit. Too sweet, too sweet – but he starts to realize something was terribly wrong with it when he sees the next person and instinctively approaches. And then, without warning, he will pick them up bridal style. (Effort will vary depending on the individual.)

He blinks down at whoever he's just scooped up. ]

...Huh?

[ And then he'll promptly drop them. Oops. ]

wildcard.

[ I am down for anything! Tasks, Bingo, etc.! ]

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[ He feels better, now that she's not dishing out so many compliments on something he worked really hard on. Imagine being vulnerable around anyone!! Couldn't be him (lol).

He also tucks in his chair and extends a hand towards her. ]

Alright, as you wish. Take as much time as you need.

[ He also needs a breather, so he has no issue with escorting her back to their room. ]

( oh! how gentlemanly! Amber is happy to take his arm into hers so that they may head to the room together. she can feel excitement bubbling within as the door numbers get closer and closer to the one that they were assigned on their key. once they eventually reach it, Amber swipes it in the door, allowing them to enter their suite. )

Ooh...! ( wow! she's never seen anything like this before! the king sized bed looks huge, not to mention the incredible view of the sea outside! ) This is beautiful! And oh, hey! Look at this!

( Amber's attention is immediately drawn towards the basket full of goodies placed on the bed. she gasps pleasantly noticing there's chocolate inside of it! )

We get gifts, too! This is soooooo cool! There's chocolate, and, uh ... ( she rummages in the box, ) Massage creams! And these thingies! ( she holds up one of the glowing pink vials but, honestly, she has no idea what they are. for all she knows, they could be decorative.

Amber sits on the bed's edge and takes her shoes off, peering up with a scheming smile. (a well intended one, though.) )

Since you've been such a good date, how about a massage? It would be a shame to come all this way and not get to do everything while we have the chance! ( she picks one of the massage oils in her hands and gives it a little wiggle. ) Pick your favourite scent!

[ It's incredibly painless, leading her to the room and releasing her hand once they're inside. It's a beautiful suite they're in, what with the large bed (though he doesn't plan on sleeping in it) and the view of the sea (which he'll probably end up staring at instead). She's quite excitable, it seems, and he feels overwhelmed by all of her energy.

It doesn't keep him from being curious about the gifts, though. He goes over to the basket and looks through everything. ... Yeah, this is definitely meant for a couple's getaway, and he is extremely not about this. Especially the massage. ]

You don't need to do that.

[ He's stiff as he says it. Maybe he's just shy...? No, he's actually mortified, and also not feeling great about baring even just part of himself to anyone. ]

... You're seriously thinking about this, aren't you?

( oh, she's absolutely serious about this. just look at that smile! )

Well, yeah! Why not? I dunno about you, but I love a good massage! ( the unscrews the lid off one of the vials, and this particular one is lavender scented. ) Mmmm ... this one smells amazing!

( whaddya say, Vanitas? tempted yet? )

[ He opens his mouth to protest again, but the scent of the vials hits him surprisingly hard. It makes him feel a little dizzy and lightheaded, and yet so drawn to its scent, making it harder to resist temptation.

He's a private person in every sense of the word, but for some reason not even he can discern, he slowly moves to shrug off his jacket, undo his bowtie, and unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt, exposing part of his neck and collar area. ]

Fine.

[ That's about all he'll remove, it seems. ]

You can have this much.

Whatever you're comfortable with. ( she places the oil back in the basket, before she heads to the bathroom. ) Back in a moment! Let me go wash up.

( can't massage him after she just experienced that buffet and all! Amber takes care to wash her hands under the tap, applying a decent helping of soap too. after giving her hair a quick brush and drying her hands, she steps back out before taking off her shoes and hopping up on the bed. she pats the space beside her - amusing herself over how big this bed is. her body is practically sinking into it! )

Wanna hop up on here? If you could lay down on your front, that would be perfect.

[ How is she holding up so well, he wonders. Does she not feel lightheaded like he is? Unless she's doing something to him that he hasn't detected –

not that it matters, once he finds himself plopping onto the bed. ]

Don't try anything funny.

[ He lets out a quiet sigh and closes his eyes before he leverages himself down onto the mattress, and lays down on his front as instructed. He hates feeling like he's losing control of himself, especially in front of someone he's basically only just met – but if Amber is as pure-hearted as he thinks she is, this will pass quickly. ]

( she's only known Vanitas for a day and a half ~~and if anything happened to him she would kill everyone on this boat and then herself~~ but she can detect that the man is likely carrying a lot of tension within him. being suspicious of a person who has offered to give him a massage has taught her as much - especially when she would love to be in his position!

but Amber is a giver above everything else, and doing kind acts for people is just one of the many qualities that make up who she is. there are no ulterior motives: just the urge to iron out some of those knots he's carrying in his shoulders. if they've being given a massage kit for free, how can she not make use of it? )

I wouldn't dream of it. ( she reassures calmly, with a smile. Amber brings the box of goods beside her for convenience, and she opens the box of chocolates too. she can't resist taking a couple, just to taste. )

Oh ... those are super good! Here, I'll leave the box open for you. ( just in case! after another chocolate, Amber grabs the scented oil before coating her hands with the substance. there's a hum of approval she makes at the floral smell meeting her nostrils. )

If anything hurts, or you want me to stop, just tell me. ( and with that, she straddles him on the bed comfortably in order to access his shoulders. perhaps there are more conventional ways of giving massages, but this is the easiest. it helps that she's absolutely tiny as well. her dainty yet calloused hands rub soothingly across his shoulder blades, with her thumbs making circular massage movements to try and target those knots. the pressure that she is applying is firm, but not too hard, with the oil providing his skin with a glossy sheen. her soothing palms feel smooth like velvet, tracking a course up his spine, to the dip of his shoulders and up to his neck. )

[ He has a lot of tension indeed, throughout his entire body. He's gone through quite a bit since he was a child, and this man does not know what relaxation is whatsoever. He's got reservations about letting Amber do this still, but whatever influence he's under is making him decide not to stop her and let her do her thing. Vanitas has a feeling it's not coming from Amber herself, but something else...

His mind is too hazy to figure it out, though, and he closes his eyes as soon as she straddles him. His cheeks turn red and his brow furrows, because it's one hell of a thing to have someone literally sitting on him like this? And the way her hands brush against his skin...

...It's nice. It's nice enough to send a shiver down his spine, and he subconsciously bites down on his lower lip to stifle any noises that might escape his lips. ... That in itself is a sign that something isn't right, here. But when he opens his mouth to alert her to it, what comes out instead is something different: ]

Go...lower.

[ Hm. He's already moving around a bit to try to unbutton and shrug more of his shirt off. ]

( honestly? this kind of reaction delights her. the entire reason that she offered a massage to Vanitas in the first place was so that she could do something nice for him with the hospitalities provided by the cruise, and as far as she can tell, he's liking it. Amber is a people-pleaser above all else, and she can't help but smile warmly at his request for more. she resists assisting him with his shirt to avoid getting oil on it, and takes a quick interval to coat her hands again.

with her hands coated in yet another generous layer of the aphrodisiac substance, she guides her palms firmly over his skin to the lower half of his back, rolling her fingers with supple firmness across his skin. with fanning movements gesturing outwards, she ensures that no part his skin is neglected by her careful procedure. )

How's that? ( she asks, hoping that she's stroking him in all of the right places. and just like Vanitas - Amber is also starting to feel very different somehow. except, the thing is, she's so focused on the task at hand that she hasn't really noticed the physical changes happening in her body. she feels hotter, which she could put down to the effort of her massage - but not only this, there's a pleasant tingling in her body as well. how strange.

the arousal part of the aphrodisiac hasn't quite hit her so boldly yet, but once her massage ceases, it will likely come crashing down on her like a freight train. she did eat many chocolates, and has meticulously covered her hands in the oil. oh dear ... )

Edited 2023-02-03 21:46 (UTC)

[ His back is covered in scars of varying sizes, so normally he would be staunchly against allowing Amber to see or touch anything more than what he'd given earlier. He shivers as a result when her fingers coast down to his lower back. It's nice. It feels good.

...Too good, judging by the heat pooling in his stomach.

He's hardly in his right mind right now, so his desire to tell Amber to stop and check whatever's in that thing she's using has dissipated. He's aroused, now, and met with a desire to take care of the problem between his legs. Maybe he should move her off of him and run to the bathroom for this – no, but that wouldn't be satisfying enough. He doesn't want that. He wants Amber, in all of her beauty, to take care of it.

Not that he'll say that to her, of course. He'll just suffer in silence instead. He's breathing deeper, though, beneath her, back rising and falling as his breaths audibly escape his lips. ]

( Now that she's settled into a routine with the massage, her focus is slackening, which is allowing her to notice those warming feelings of arousal building swiftly. Amber has no idea why she's suddenly feeling like this (SHE PROBABLY WOULD IF SHE DIDN'T DIVE INTO A BOX OF APHRODISIAC STUFF WITHOUT READING THE LABEL!!!) but she's not at all distressed by it. Vanitas is a very attractive man - there is simply no denying the fact, and she's more than a little tickled to see him sprawled out in such a state like this. Amber never considered herself much of a voyeur until now, apparently. Even with all of his scars, his frame is beautiful, and she's transfixed on his dark locks of hair.

His reaction to the massage is one that she can't get enough of, especially. And as far as she can tell, they aren't done here. With her eyes fanning half-lidded, she makes a simple request - her voice smooth like velvet. )

Wanna turn over for me now? Then I can take care of your front, too. ( It definitely wasn't a euphemism, but it also sounds exactly like a euphemism. )

[ The way she says that gets him to bite down on his lower lip, but Vanitas is still Vanitas at the end of the day, and he lets out a growl through his teeth. It's not exactly a sensual one, in fact – it's more akin to one of embarrassment. ]

No, you are leaving me right here as I am now!

[ He's red in the face when he says it, and Amber can probably see it with how his head is turned to the side. The way he shifts his legs slightly under her betrays his fussiness, though. It's Boner City down here, and he ain't turning over. ]

( what kind of reaction?????????????? )

Uh ...

( The woman stares dumbfounded, tilting her head at him. What is this guy's problem!! )

Why? You've gotta get up some point. ( Which might be easier if she wasn't sitting on him. She decides to dismount him, kneeling beside him on the bed. )

Edited 2023-02-05 19:49 (UTC)

Don't ask.

[ He's so fussy about this, and he ends up reaching up to grab the nearest pillow so he can stuff his face into it and hide his embarrassment.

But his hips twist again, and his fingers dig into his pillow. His breathing is still quite heavy, and the blush on his face travels to the tips of his ears. Something is clearly not right, here. ]

( It's a cute reaction, and while she would instinctively assume that he might feel sea sick or under the weather, part of her knows that this isn't right. He doesn't carry the body language of someone who looks unwell at the moment - even with his face burned up into a bright shade of scarlet like that.

Her own intense arousal makes it hard to think clearly about this, and-- )

Edited 2023-02-05 20:05 (UTC)

( Oh, wait.

That's it, isn't it? )

( Though hardly an intuitive woman, she thinks she understands! He's not sea sick!! He's ... )

Oh!

( Is this appropriate? She's only just met him, and they are on a date, but ... not too long up until this moment, she was straddling him and giving him a rather sensual massage. Amber contemplates her options for a moment, before deciding to try and ease his embarrassment. )

Hey, uh ... ( The woman sits next to him, soothingly running one of her hands through his dark locks of hair, patting him on the back. )

Don't be embarrassed. I can, uh ... give you a hand, if you want ... ( She's not normally so bold, but, yolo etc. )

Really?

[ To be fair to Amber, he's also not normally so excited about this sort of thing, and he makes a startled noise when he realizes his own impatience, his eagerness to have her take care of him. He's pretty sure she gets the point, though, and she's so that clueless that she isn't aware of their current predicament.

That being said, he's not going to allow her to entirely take the reins, here. After a moment of swallowing his pride, he finally turns over and sits up so he's facing her. His arousal is clear as day now, and he looks at her with flushed cheeks. Even so, he raises a hand to gently places his fingers along her jawline, and smiles with some mischief behind it. ]

You're making a dangerous offer. I won't refuse, if you stand by it.

Edited 2023-02-05 20:17 (UTC)

( WHY IS HE LIKE THIS )

Hmm ... ( Amber hums, her lips and nose wrinkling when she bursts into a sudden airy laugh. Help her, Barbatos, this man was laying here adamant that he was not going to turn over under any circumstances!! - Only for him to delve into this cocky confidence.

It warms her, and she's just going to roll with it. Her lashes flutter when her eyes fan half-lidded, before she brazenly runs her hand over the clothed impression of his erection, applying lingering pressure with the tips of her fingers. )

Maybe I like danger.

( Not an entirely false statement. After all, she fucked a Fatui member and she liked it. The woman leans in to seal her mouth over his with a kiss - parting her lips to guide it into a much more passionate one, if he will allow, while she continues to palm him through his clothes. )

[ i've lost all control of my life fawn.

Anyway, Vanitas' breath hitches when her hand touches him with just the right amount of pressure. Is he used to being handled like this? No, not in the slightest, but this mysterious aura in the air (in the aphro, to be exact) makes it impossible for him to resist it. He can't resist her, and he makes it known when he kisses her back.

He's no stranger to kissing whatsoever, but this level of heat and intensity is completely foreign, and he likes it. He groans into the kiss as his hands move to embrace her and travel down her back, wanting to savor how she feels beneath his fingertips, even through the thin fabric of her dress. Forget that his heart is somewhere else right now, he's got a beautiful lady making out with him, he's not going to let the opportunity pass by – granted, these thoughts are entirely because of the aphro, but he's going to enjoy it while he still can. ]

( After only a few minutes of kissing, Amber parts her mouth away from his, offering him one final glance before she pulls back entirely - now stationing herself on her front between his legs. The kissing felt nice but there are far more important matters at hand here, especially with how aroused they both are.

She unfastens the front of his trousers with her finger and thumb, peeling the zip down shortly after, until she can slide her fingers into the elastic of his boxers to free his cock. At first glance, she can see that it's nowhere near as big as Diluc's was ... but maybe this will be an advantage to her since she'll be able to take more of him into her mouth. Such an intrusive, vulgar thought appearing suddenly causes her to bite down on her lip. When did she ever have such naughty thoughts? Never, until this place.

Without any further ceremony, she leans down to plant a firm kiss to the tip of his cock while her brilliant golden eyes gaze up at him through her long dark lashes. She's intending to catch his reactions when she begins to roll her tongue in the slit, caressing every fold and crease of his foreskin, while her hand begins to slowly pump the base. She absolutely intends to take him into her mouth fully, but a little bit of teasing can't hurt. And even more important than the teasing is consent. )

If you want me to stop ... just say. ( Otherwise, she is going to devour you, sir. )

[ Amber is taking no prisoners here with the way she's handling him. He'd be much more embarrassed if he were thinking clearly, but when Amber's hand wraps around him, he bites down on his lip again and growls. This time, it's full of heat and desire, and he's hard underneath her – and then her lips touch him, and it's over.

He's committed. He's not backing out now, not with how Amber's tongue feels on him, touching him in all the right places. His head is spinning and it's hard to believe this is happening, but she seems to want this, and – ]

Don't. Keep going.

[ Vani certainly wants her, too. ]

( Music to her ears. She's happy to oblige - more than happy, actually - as shown by the way she pulls his boxers all the way down in order to grant her even more access to his genitals. With the heel of her palm cushioning the length of his cock, she starts to stroke him in earnest, applying small kisses and suckles to the tip. She pokes her tongue through her lips to lavish him in generous, broad strokes of her tongue, fanning her eyes shut in concentration. She'll guide herself by the physical reactions that he has in order for her to figure out exactly how he likes it.

While Amber can feel her own arousal burning through her body with an intensity that she can't ignore, it only enhances her enjoyment of this act, even if she isn't physically stimulating herself on it. There's a visceral sort of thrill she feels when every pleasurable moan and sigh lands on her ears - which just points to her giving nature above everything else. Acts like this, making people feel good, turn her on more than anything.

It's good that his cock is not as large as the other one she had in her mouth. She'll be able to take more of him further into her mouth - a thought that delights her with no thanks to the aphrodisiac. Wanting to put this to the test, she finally takes him into the heat of her mouth, moaning out a low hum of approval as she sinks down as far as she can go until the pressure at the back of her throat prevents her from doing otherwise. Her head bobs and she continues to moan low against him, using the vibrations of her voice to enhance his pleasure. With her thumb and finger, she massages the neglected lower part of his anatomy, seeking more of those gorgeous sounds from him. )

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