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[Okay y'know what? Fair.]

I'm glad for that. I think even I would be a bit hurt if I ranked below food...

[Now he's just teasing her.]

[ teasing her just like old times.

hurt him? oh no. nononono. ]

YOU ARE FAR ABOVE FOOD.

YOUR BLOOD.

YOUR MOUTH.

YOUR SKIN.

YOUR PENIS.

[ god help them ]

[ASDKLFJS JEANNE PLZ]

YOU DON'T HAVE TO REFER TO IT LIKE THAT OKAY

[HE'S GONNA PERISH]

[ HOW IS SHE SUPPOSED TO REFER TO IT HE'S A DOCTOR ]

I don't?

Then

Um

My

big

macaron?

[ god help vanitas ]

[He's also eighteen and horny. Maybe dick would be better?? Certainly not cOCK. He would DIE.]

I

I guess that's acceptable....?

[CALL IT HIS ECLAIR AND CHOUX PUFFS]

[ right here, 200+ and horny. she is a INEXPERIENCED MAIDEN. if she wants to be able to dirty talk, there needs to be more bawdy literature in the libraries for her to stumble upon.

or he can read some to her. ]

My little macaron with his big macaron.

[ HIS ECLAIRLSKJLKdj ]

[Thankfully they match each other in the horny department. Otherwise Vanitas might end up a shriveled, dried up husk hahaha..... But yes, he should definitely read some bodice rippers to her! Just so she can watch Dr. Vanitas stumble over the lewd words.]

asdlfkj

okay maybe not

[HE'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO LOOK AT A MACARON THE SAME WAY AGAIN]

[ she might implode from how delightful he would be stuttering over the words while flushed down to her toes, herself. if he did read to her, she doubts she would last long before she threw the book to the side to act out whatever he was saying. ]

What?? You changed your mind? Why not? What's wrong with it?

[They both would implode, just for two very different reasons, honestly. Though he would hardly complain about her jumping his bones after getting riled up by the act of reading such lewd details out loud.]

I'm gonna think of certain things whenever you eat the actual food if you keep calling it that...

[ "certain things"? when she eats macarons?

it takes her some time to figure it out and her fingers slowly press to her lips. ]

You'll think of me...

Tasting your macaron again?

[So too do his, although for probably a different reason: to keep him from making an embarrassing squeaking noise at the thought of her "tasting" him.]

I

Y

Yeah... Since feeling you on me is so good...

[ going to get diabetic from his sweetness.

their conversation has TAKEN AN ABRUPT TURN. while jeanne blushes hotly, all over, she doesn't want to stop either. such is her relationship with him. doing things she's probably not supposed to but not giving it up.

this risque way of exchanging messages is what he meant earlier, right? right?? ]

What was your favorite part?

[Best way to get your daily sugar intake!

He too is ridiculously heated all over, thinking naughty thoughts about her. The fact that what they did and continue doing is probably taboo only makes it more alluring, really.

Even when she asks such a bold and forward question like that.]

f

feeling you surrounding me..... so warm and

wet

tight

[He was in heaven, really.]

[ in excess!!

bold and foward? her? him. describing such detail of her

oyster. since they are using EACH OTHER'S FAVORITE DISH.

it's cranking her body's temperature up so high it's as though fire rages through her limbs. actually, all she can do is stare at the message for too long. whatever her phone's material is made of? it creaks under the strain of her powerful grip. flashes of the past few nights make her breathing hitch and her toes curl. of what it was like on her side. heaven, too. ]

I liked

your whimpering.

[HER OYSTER WITH ITS LITTLE PEARL...

If he wasn't flustered and feeling bothered before, he certainly is now that she's calling him out for the noises he made. It was embarrassing then, and now it's even more so due to the separation of them and the fact he has precious little to distract him from recalling the noises he made.

This is going to require them getting together to satisfy their urges, isn't it?]

a

and I liked your moans...

they were

really beautiful

[ I'MMDKLGKLDJKLSDHJ

unlike him, she's not nearly as embarassed about any noises she made. it felt good. she wanted him to know it felt good somehow since anything she was trying to express with words was just incoherent babble. ]

I liked how you said my name. Sometimes, halfway through, you just gasped. Or you clenched your teeth. Or you'd whine a bit.

[IT'S THE PERFECT ANALOGY

And she did a damn good job of it, since that music to his ears has been sustaining him these past weeks apart. If he was more crude, he'd be jerking himself off now. Instead, he's merely writhing on the bed, twisting this way and that, trying to get some stimulation.]

I could feel it every time you breathed in

you'd squeeze me and make me wanna come right then and there

like

I wanna do right now

[ IT IS I HATE IT LMFAOOOOO

it's that text, that he wants to right now, which has her poor phone suffering a large crack across the screen. by her own hand.

it still works just fine, fortunately, but now she's a strange mix of unbearably turned on but also upset. ]

You can't.

I'm not there.

[That message gets him blinking at his own phone, puzzled yet unbearably turned on, even more than before, if that's at all possible.

He could simply agree and let the matter drop. Or... he could leverage it to his advantage.

Guess which one he goes with?]

then perhaps you better come over...

I don't know how long I can hold on for

[ vanitas taking the leverage route. to no one's shock. really.

she's still technically supposed to be on guard duty. she's sitting in a chair, squirming around and squeezing her thighs together, while luca tends to the politics of his station in a nearby conference room.

some of her old frustration for vanitas bubbles up, but it's also coated with lust. the irritation doesn't feel as cold or sharp. it's a fond annoyance.

cheeky little...

maybe this is the risk he mentioned before. together. ]

Hold on long enough until I'm there, macaron.

[Anyone who is surprised would need their head checked out, really. He's a devious little so and so.

By now he's removed both his bows and vest, leaving only his shirt and pants as the solitary obstacles to pleasure. Tempting as it is to simply go ahead and jerk himself off, he much prefers to have Jeanne instead.

So he simply settles for rolling onto his stomach, clutching his phone with both hands to type his message.]

okay...

but you better not take too long

I

I miss you

[ in the middle of writing a short note for her absence, she gets that message. reads it.

and pretty much leaps out the nearest window after signing her name at the bottom.

he misses her.

he misses her.

not even vanitas taking himself into his own hand and sending her a picture of his hand wrapped around would have gotten her moving faster. she's at hotel chou chou in record time, out of breath with the SPEED she used. instead of bursting in through the window, she waits there and stares at him lounging on the bed. right on his stomach. cute...

his vest is gone, too. ]

Turn around.

Edited (wait this one) 2026-04-05 02:49 (UTC)

[It's a sweet moment of vulnerability that he rarely indulges in. A moment of weakness where he lets himself simply feel and be attached to someone in more than just a casual way.

Which shouldn't be surprising given all the "I love you"s he's spouted, and yet. And yet...

He can barely stand to admit as much to her without nearly wanting to bury his face in the pillow beside his head.

So instead he simply rubs his cheek against the mattress, sigh wistfully.

Until he gets her message.

At which point he glances behind him and nearly falls out of bed.]

Wha--! Jeanne?! You're here??

[That was fast!!]

[ HE SAID

NOT TO TAKE TOO LONG!!!

here she is, still flushed from the top of her head and across her cheeks. still out of breath from not only moving as fast as she possibly could but from what they were talking about. she's a fraction away from whining at him to open the window.

instead, she stares blankly. ]

Wha - wh - was I not supposed to be?! Y-you said...!

[ HELP. LET HER IN. ]

[HE DIDN'T THINK SHE'D ACTUALLY COME!! Nobody ever did before...

Thankfully Vanitas is not that cruel, even if he is a dumbass. So he hurries over to open the window, then steps back to give her space to enter. His own face is beet red and he gazes at her with wide, bewildered eyes, like he can hardly believe his words had this effect.]

N-No, it's fine... I just-- I mean...

[Suddenly bashful and even a touch ashamed, he hurries back to the bed to put his phone away. ...and then he proceeds to start putting away his discarded clothes. Hanging up his vest and draping his ribbons over the back of the chair. Seemingly ignoring her??

But no-- he keeps stealing shy little glances at her.]

maybe for a million... I ain't cheap LMAO

500K?

DEAL 🤝

WAIT WHAT I DONT HAVE THAT MONEy

LMAOOO me neither sob

imagine if we did...

we could get a fun place to live haha

on the bEACH

HELL YEAH

livin the dreeeeeeeeam

a vacation after 30 years hahaha

nah retirement home

I'll take it honestly

beach house and food delivery pls

god yes plz...

if i ever get rich i will inv u to my beach house

uwu same goes for me <3

uwu <33

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asdlkf ASSploding

HEARTS EXPLODIN OUT MAH ASS

I'M CRYIN

IM FARTINKLDJGLKdg NO IM DONE

ASDLFKJ HAHA PLZ