call me out v. 13.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

Old CR, new CR, assumed CR, canonmates, AU, crossover, whatever, it's all good.

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[thesettingsun]

I mean, I'm up for getting hypnotized, but I understand if that makes you uncomfortable.

[aphrodissonance]

[

iris.exe has crashed ]

... Uncomfortable isn't... exactly...

[ the tip of her tail is twitching, and she's started kneading at his leg again. ]

[thesettingsun]

[f. He gives her paw a pat.]

I mean... is it alright to say I think that'd be really hot?

[aphrodissonance]

[ ...she carefully pulls her claws back in. do not rip Dazai's pants and definitely do not rip them off. ]

Yyyes? I—

[ oh for fuck's sake. get it together ]

...excuse me. I'm, um, similarly minded, but I wasn't expecting someone else to want...

[thesettingsun]

I really want to.

[Slowly, carefully, he reaches to undo her ribbon and pull it off her neck, if she'll let him.]

Tell me what you need, Iris.

[aphrodissonance]

[ dkgshdgdfn reaching up to grab his hand between her paws before he can entirely undo the knot ]

Wait, wait— your limits, to start with?!

[thesettingsun]

[Oh, right, limits first.]

Uhh, nothing involving anyone outside of this room, toilet stuff... Other than that you can totally have your way with me.

[aphrodissonance]

[ she has thought very hard about how to navigate this sort of situation ethically. hope sprung eternal, etc.

she lets go of his hand, slides her paws back to settle on his shoulders instead. ]

... I think I may do just that, then. ...Take this off, please.

[thesettingsun]

[More than happy to. He undoes the ribbon and tosses it on the floor.]

I'm at your command.

[aphrodissonance]

[ as the bow comes undone, the low purr on the edge of his hearing becomes properly audible. it's more of a buzz, or a hum, full of odd harmonies and dissonances that tug at his attention for the few moments before they mostly fade into background noise.

it doesn't feel like hypnosis, exactly. just a narrowing of his focus to Iris and his own desires, and sort of pleasantly loose-limbed feeling like he's been drinking.

she blinks at him slowly, and then says cautiously: ]

Take your shirt off for me, to start with.

[ —that buzz is significantly less background noise when she actually speaks though, wow. he can feel that right down to his bones. ]

[thesettingsun]

[What a nice feeling. Like the low buzz of alcohol in his system. Why she would be concerned about this is beyond him.

He gladly pulls off his vest, then his shirt, dropping both on the floor carelessly. Normally he might be concerned about wrinkles, but right now the important thing is doing what Iris suggests.]

[aphrodissonance]

Good...

[ she leans in to nuzzle and then lick at his neck, working her way down to his collarbone as she puts one paw on his stomach. ]

What sort of things do you like in bed, Dazai?

[thesettingsun]

[He shivers under her kisses, threading his hands in her soft mane.]

I like to be praised... oh, but it's nice if you call me a slut as long as you call me a good slut. And I like to go down on people.

[aphrodissonance]

[ laughing a little, breathless and buzzing ]

You're a very good slut. Enough of one to be a literal dream come true, so I'm very grateful.

[thesettingsun]

[Dazai moans in reply. He's the one who's having a dream come true today!

His hands travel down her mane, over her chest and stomach, trying to find out where she's most sensitive through trial and error.]

[aphrodissonance]

[ she's wearing something like a very fancy horse blanket or a cape to go with the ribbon, but there's an underlayer covering most of her belly that seems to fasten at her back, underneath the cape. the fabric is high quality, though, thick and pleasantly silky to the touch— and while touching her chest just makes her spread her wings slightly in invitation, lower down on her stomach makes her chirrup as she arches and then leans into his hands. ]

That's— ah, hold on—

[thesettingsun]

[He pauses when she asks, because he can't not, but-]

That's a cute face.

[He'd love to see her make more of those faces.]