wotanon | dreampost: even more after dark edition (III)

((actual cws: sexual assault, cannibalism, medical trauma, maybe gender problems, monsterfucking possibly. it's just the After Darkier version of the other post. your character can either be the aggressor or get aggressed by a dragon or we can have no aggressing at all))

[ You're in a maid cafe on the night of a beautiful full moon.

One beam of light shines through a window, the lighting in the room otherwise dim. The spot illuminated by the moon is a velvet-upholstered booth, where a younger looking Ruby sits in a maid uniform, next to...you, actually? You're in a business suit, having just gotten off of work...or something? They're smiling, though it's a bit shaky - it probably has something to do with the fact that you've got your arm draped around their shoulders, hand on their thigh. ]

H-hey! No touching, you fu -- come on, at least wait 'till we're outside and make sure you've got the extra tip, jerk --

Edited 2020-03-22 23:35 (UTC)

[ it's the aftermath of a long hunt -- both you and Dante are bloodied and tired, and have chosen his office as place to retreat. it's not exactly glamorous-looking; but hey, a roof's a roof, and Dante's going to thunk down in his creaky wooden chair, with a lop-sided sort of smile as his demon hunting partner. ]

That was a bit of a toughie, huh?

[ understating matters -- and though his tone his casual there's a genuine sort of appreciativeness to his tone that's rare to come through. truthfully -- he can still feel the adrenaline pumping through him some -- but with no more demons in front of him there isn't exactly a way to vent that feeling.

UNLESS ...? ]

(ota! this can range from like makeouts to Doing the Deed. i'm thirsty.)

[You're sitting on a fancy futuristic looking king sized bed in Mori's bedroom as he throws various accessories from the wardrobe out onto the sheets in front of you. Mori sighs and leans back from the closet, walking over to the bed. He's shirtless, only wearing a pair of shorts, and looking through the pile on the bed.]

I really can't tell what looks good in this style. And there's so many accessories, I don't even know what to go with. Should I wear this one or this one? Or maybe I should go with something full body?? What do you think?

[He asks with a coy smile, kneeling on the bed and crawling close to you.]

You smell nice...

[ Head on your lap, she smiles up at you, a playful glint in her rose-colored eyes as she meets yours. You're both comfortable, seated on an elegant and old-fashioned couch. It looks as though you're inside a beautifully decorated manor. Lifting a hand she fiddles with your hair, feeling the silky strands between her fingers, before her hand slips up to wrap around your neck, drawing you nearer.

Her lips brush your ear, breath warm and teasing, before she catches your lobe with a gentle nip. ]

Almost good enough to eat.

[CW: Sexy vampirism if wanted! Make-outs or going all the way is A++. Kink List. If you are unsure on something hit me up OOCly.]

((doin' it old school. bonertime neither required nor guaranteed but let's see what happens))

[It's colder than a witch's left tit and pissing down rain, and you only notice the shabby cabin when you trip over what turns out to be a rough stone path up to the front door.

The two of you hurry inside to find a humble structure barely warmer than the storm outside. But the roof seems solid enough, and you get a fire going in the hearth, somehow. Nemesis joins you in front of it not long after, wet hair clothing plastered to her body...not that you're in much better shape.]

I'd like to say I found towels and clothes and a hair dryer, but...

[She holds forward a single blanket and a bottle of some dubious-looking liquid]

...Pick your poison.

[You are in a cozy little cabaret, seated on a comfortable couch, upholstery in red velvet. It's a little sleazy, isn't it? But that's how we like it. Eichi is a performer at heart. He loves the stage, but he almost loves floor shows more, getting a chance to make his way around the audience, picking out his prey as he sings, circling around as he catches sight of someone who looks like a ~~sucker~~ good time and using them as a prop for his show.

Once it's over, he ends up on the couch, draping himself over someone, probably you, a wolfish grin on his face.]

I saw your eyes, and I just had to come by... To find out what is behind them.

[OOC: I don't bottom! But otherwise feel free to go ham. Eichi is a ho he will sleep with anyone, especially in his dreams.]

[ At some point, his pleasant night time corner turned into a BDSM dungeon.

Medusa doesn't seem to be complaining, even if he's wearing nothing but a collar and a pair of briefs. He isn't even wearing a mask, so you can see the vacant expression on his scarred face...

Wait, is he in a trance? He sure looks like he's in a trance, considering how he's staring blankly at the featureless ghost that's about to tie him up. He even holds still as they begin to do so...

Maybe this is what he wants. Maybe this is what his subconscious wants and he doesn't fight back. Who knows. ]

((OTA. You character can be the one tying him up, or also tied up, or doing something else. I have a kink list here if you need it.))

Edited 2020-03-23 02:59 (UTC)

[You find yourself in a beautiful city at night, filled with the glow of crystal and lamplight and the sounds of merrymaking.

Those sounds are distant, though, since you find yourself tucked away on a balcony away from most of the excitement. Instead you're overlooking most of it, seeing the people of all shapes and sizes celebrating from afar, when a cool, crystal hand tentatively takes yours. Noah is dressed opulently (the lilis clothes really did suit him better than SensitIV's), and his body is less crystalline, missing its black and red impurities, but he doesn't look a day older or younger. Though he does seem very fond, wistful even, as he gazes out at the scene before you both.]

...I really didn't think I would be able to enjoy this night sky like this.

[alternatively hit me up with something spicy, i'm here for it,]

[honestly, it's a pretty nice night. not too hot, not too cold. the city line is looking relatively clean-- and the sounds of life below are kind of comforting. especially given the normal silence of Tokyo-F.

Jason's lowering his hood, and pulling off his mask as he approaches the edge of the roof beside you.]

Not bad.

[I CAN REUSE THIS POST, FUCK YOU

the dream is very simple. everything around you is soft and warm, and although there's barely any light to speak of, it's easy to pick up that you're laying in bed, underneath the covers. but you're not alone; there's a warm body curled up next to yours, perhaps along your back. it's quiet, and you can hear their breathing... and it's not the slow and steady breathing of someone fast asleep.]

cw: it's a terrible night to be ruby sour and possibly also you, specifically