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]

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.]

[hissterics]

[ Her lips curl into a grin against Kohime's ear, fingers tightening possessively around Req's. ]

I would never~ I mean-- we have the same taste anyway, dummy.

[stakesthesame]

-- ha!

[ there's a little gasp, her tail curling up and her ears perked at that nip-- and the shiver is more excited than irritated, of course. She curls in to playfully bite against the curve of her neck just hard enough to be felt, little pin pricks, pressing a little firmer into Sabre's side. ]

No princess is that bitey anyway.

[purrrnicious]

[Giving a pleased rumbling deep in her chest, her tail sweeping languidly back and forth across their legs.]

What, no biting? That's a boring rule.

[hissterics]

Pff, that's a princess rule.

[ She gets an elbow under herself enough to peer down at them, grinning. Teeth sharp. ]

I think we can mix that up a little, don't you? This isn't a princess kingdom anymore.

[stakesthesame]

[ looks up at sabre through her hair without bothering to pull away from Kohime's neck, the nip softening to a warm little kiss as she hums, purr rumbling in her throat. ]

Could go for some mixing up...

[purrrnicious]

[Instead of answering, she presses up into Req, purring getting stronger –– and dragging Sabre's shirt up even higher in the process, her claws dragging lightly over exposed skin.]

[hissterics]

[ Just as planned.

She makes a low, approving sound, arching into those claws like she's seeking something rougher. Her own claws dig harder into Kohime as she leans in to press an open-mouthed kiss beneath Req's chin, fangs drawing a teasing line along her jaw. ]

[stakesthesame]

[ that purr stutters with the soft noise in her throat as she tilts her head sideways against the blankets, pressing up into Sabre's mouth without sacrificing feeling along Kohime's throat with her own, gently dragging her tongue over her pulse point.

She does release Sabre's hand, though, so she can smooth it against her hip instead, squirming forward against them just enough to press her thigh between Kohime's, her tail flicking over their legs in sharp little twitches of excitement. ]

[purrrnicious]

[Her breath stutters and she presses against Req's leg, but bites back any embarrassing noises because someone else is going to make one of those first, thanks. Her claws flex into Sabre's side and she drags them, trying to draw her in closer as she turns her head to nuzzle the top of Req's.]

[hissterics]

[ Sabre laughs, but it's more like a creaky, rumbling sound given the purring. She presses down until she's just about flush with Kohime, feeling her purr vibrating through her body, mingling through her own. ]

Hey.

[ It comes out lower than normal as she reaches up to tap Req's cheek with one claw. ]

Kiss me again. Like that one time.

[stakesthesame]

[ There's a whole lot of purring in this cat pile.

She blinks at her though, surprised, before smiling, leaves off kissing Kohime's neck in favor of turning her head to press up and kiss Sabre with a hum. Not that Kohime's neglected; she gives a little rock into her, rubbing with her leg, the hand of the arm around her shoulders lightly curling into her hair. ]

[purrrnicious]

[She watches them, letting out a breathy little laugh as she rolls with Req's movement –– then turns and pushes herself up to straddle her waist, leaning over the pair of them to whisper close to Sabre's ear.]



Hmm~ maybe with the Supreme Commander so distracted, it's time to make my move to claim the throne. . .?

[hissterics]

[ She presses into the kiss, pleased, eyes falling shut. A small noise makes its way out of her throat as Kohime's movement presses into Sabre, too, but then her ear is angling into Kohime's whisper. A shiver running down her spine.

She breaks the kiss to counter-quip, obviously. ]

Mmm~ you would look good on a throne.

[ It comes out breathier than intended. #isthisnarcissism ]

You'd have to get used to me in your lap, though.

[stakesthesame]

[ The purr rumbles into a soft growl, as she tilts her head to nip sharply at Sabre's jawline, even as she rolls up into the weight of Kohime's body atop her. ]

That's rich. Your queen is right here.

[purrrnicious]

[it's absolutely narcissism, 100%]

[She laughs again, nipping lightly at Sabre's ear as she languidly drapes over them, pressing her hips flush with Req's.]

That's cute, when I'm the one on top.

[hissterics]

[ Sabre laughs, attempting to roll her way to the top of the pile -- pointedly arching and pressing into both of them as she does so. ]

Who said anything about queens? We don't need those anymore.

[stakesthesame]

[ her ears flatten a little, tail-tip rapidly flicking as they squirm atop her. ]

Oh! I see! I'm unwanted! Maybe I will just-- go sleep by myself--!

[ the last words kind of hissed out, voice not actually particularly offended as she rolls a little and tries to claw her way out from the bottom of the pile. Nothin' doin, though, and she flops back onto the blankets with a huff, staring at the canopy above. ]

Y'all been eatin' too much of that princess food.

[purrrnicious]

[She’s a little busy trying to win a wrestling match to answer that, keeping her seat right on top of Req and trying to pin down Sabre’s shoulders with just her hands — probably not quite enough leverage to get the job done, though. ]