dreampost: even more after dark edition (IV)

[wotanon]

[ sexy dreams for thirsty idol bastards

shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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[purrrnicious]

[Already sprawled on the blankets. Like all of them at once, they are hers, suckers.]

This one's already taken.

[hissterics]

[ She lifts an eyebrow, closing the door behind her. ]

Uh, yeah right, there's enough room on those dumb things for, like, five people.

[stakesthesame]

You'll just have to fight us for the best spots, then.

[ she'll just flop down in some space next to Kohime, tail curling. Also she's fuckin' tail, so like. Already taking up two peoples' worth of room. ]

[purrrnicious]

Hey, this real estate's not free, you know. I want compensation.

[Nudges Req.]




That includes you.

[hissterics]

[ Hmmmmm . . .

She considers the situation on the bed, tail lashing back and forth a few times.



And then pounces, landing in a sprawl between them. ]

[stakesthesame]

Sorry, I'm fresh outta compensa--

[ -- yelps when sabre jumps, laughing and shoving at her a little (into kohime) ]

Dude! This seat's available by appointment only.

[purrrnicious]

[Ladies these cushions are ridiculous

as in, that almost bounces her right out of the bed.]

––Hey! Watch it!

[hissterics]

[ She laughs, tail swishing against Req's leg -- fingers curling around Kohime's wrist to drag her back in before she can go flopping to the floor. ]

See? I was right.

[stakesthesame]

[ hums, propping her chin over the back of Sabre's shoulder and reaching over her to help her tug Kohime back up. ]

Might be somethin' to that claim... You good?

[purrrnicious]

Are you really surprised the princesses would come up with something like this? The cushions are probably full of sparkles, careful you don't pop them.




[She resumes sprawling obnoxiously, right on top of anyone in her way, if she has to.]

[hissterics]

[ She laughs, tail coiling around Req's leg . . . and wraps one arm around Kohime's middle where she flops. Cuddlepile. ]

I know, right? How did any of them sleep, like, ever?

Maybe that's why they're all so miserable and stuck up all the time.

[stakesthesame]

[ there's a bit of limbs tangled up here, at this point-- her one arm curls around Kohime's shoulders, her legs draped over Sabre's, her tail brushing softly over the both of them, an easy purr already rumbling in her throat. ]

Explains a lot 'bout how easy they were to beat, huh? Soft and squishy as their pillows.

[purrrnicious]

[She prods an extra fluffy pillow, pointedly.]

Actually if they put their cushions on the front lines they'd probably have a better shot.

[Her own tail ends up coiled loosely around Sabre's leg. It's now a cat chain of sorts.]

[hissterics]

[ She snorts a little, leaning back into Req. Drawn in by that purr, maybe. ]

That's true. I bet cannon shells would bounce right off these things.

[ There's a pause, her fingers gliding idly over Kohime's stomach. ]

Y'know, we could just redo everything in here. Real beds and all. I mean-- it's ours now.

[stakesthesame]

[ the purr keeps going, rumbling at the attention and her eyes half- closed. ]

Let's keep the blankets at least. Trash the rest.

[purrrnicious]

[She tenses a little under the touch, almost like she's ticklish, and gives a quick prrt –– and then after considering them for a moment, shifts and squirms so she's tucked into them, letting their legs tangle even more, nuzzling under Req's chin, and stretching an arm across Sabre to hook her claws in the fabric of her shirt.

There's probably something a little possessive about it.]

[hissterics]

[ All this earns a low, pleased rumble of her own, head tilting so that she noses at the shell of Kohime's ear. ]

Yeah, sure. Lose the beds, keep the blankets. Maybe some of the pillows.

And I'm painting the whole place red.

[stakesthesame]

[ guess who has the motor boat purr here it's this bitch

that said kohime settling in sets that purr rumbling louder, nuzzling comfortably into her hair, her free hand reaching to smooth against Sabre's back and down her spine. ]

Red's good. Maybe some black.

[purrrnicious]

Oh come on, we could change it up a little. Do some. . . maroon. Or purple. Or something.



[Starting up a purr of her own, though it's much softer. And then she starts pulling on Sabre's shirt, light but steady, a demand that she move a little closer.]

[hissterics]

Purple's dangerously close to princess-y . . . I guess it's not as bad as pink, though.

[ She arches under Req's claws, making a small little mrrrrp sound in her throat, and uses it as an opportunity to press closer to Kohime -- her own grip growing a little possessive, claws digging through fabric.

Her tail sweeps over Req's legs again, pleased, before coiling back around it. ]

But it'll be nice. To just have . . . our place.

[stakesthesame]

[ the purr stutters a little-- partially because she has two grown women on her and partially because Sabre's words strike a chord.

Her own grip stays gentle, just holding them close and indulging in their warmth and scents. ]

... yeah. Yeah. I want that, whatever the color.

[purrrnicious]

I meant a dark purple.

[Sounding a little offended |(]

[hissterics]

[ She laughs -- and compelled by some of the warmth settled in her chest, maybe, at the positions or the situations or Req's works, she leans in and presses a kiss just to the base of Kohime's ear. ]

Duh. You pick which purple.

[ One of her free hands seeks out Req's as she says it. ]

[stakesthesame]

Dark purple's pretty spooky. I like it.

[ she huffs a laugh against kohime's hair, her fingers threading into Sabre's and gripping firmly. ]

[purrrnicious]

Then don't tell me I decorate like a princess. You can't think you'd get away with that.

[Her ear flicks under the touch and she slides her hand a little higher, causing Sabre's shirt to ride up somewhat as she curls just her pinky and ring finger under the edge of the fabric –– but apparently she's decided it's Req's fault, because she tilts her head back to nip at her jaw, light but with a hint of warning.

Tell her she likes princess-y things again, she dares you.]