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What big eyes you have, the kind of eyes that drive wolves mad

little red riding hood;

✦ Snowlight, moonlight, a confusion of paw-prints.

All silent, all still.

Midnight; and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves' birthday, the door of the solstice stands wide open; let them all sink through.

See! sweet and sound she sleeps in granny's bed, between the paws of the tender wolf. ✧

Should you really be in a place like this? You're a good kid, and this the deep, dangerous woods - literally or metaphorically. Here, there be dragons; more accurately, here there be wolves, of the big and bad variety, hungry to the core. And they're waiting for pretty young things, especially those in red hoods, because they want to gobble you up. But not with teeth and with claws (not usually), for they can lure you to your destruction in delectable, devious, wicked ways.

You way want that, though. That may be why you're here in the first place. You're not so pure, are you? Then again...you may be the wolf yourself. What you're after is the hunt, the prey you know you can swallow whole.

✧ What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways

What full lips you have
They're sure to lure someone bad
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe ✦

✧ HOW TO PLAY

✦ Pretty obviously, this meme is based off of the fairytale of Little Red Riding Hood, which has commonly been interpreted to be about sexual awakening and seduction. It's also inspired by the short story "In the Company of Wolves" by Angela Carter, which is worth a read.
✦ Feel free to play this scenario as completely straight (ie characters with wolf ears, werewolves, literal fairytale settings) or as allegorical (a young, inexperienced character going into a bar full of bikers, etc).
✦ Similarly, bring along any kinks you'd enjoy. Underage/lolita, non-con, dub-con, fully consensual, knotting, animal mating drives, the list goes on and on. You can do pretty much anything.
✦ Reply with your character, preferences, and what role they'll take: Big Bad Wolf (or not so bad wolf, as it may be) or Little Red.
✦ Reply to others.
✦ Thread!

✦ LITTLE REDS

Innocent ✧ You're really in over your head, an ingenue caught up in a most carnal situation.
In Sheep's Clothing ✧ The red cape's an illusion; you're a wolf, or a maneater, looking to earn trust before you strike and get just what you want, and that's their body for your pleasure.
Tempted ✧ You know you shouldn't leave the beaten path, but walking on the wild side is calling your name.
Empowered ✧ In the end, it is your decision to indulge in your own desires. You're no helpless waif.
Not So Sweet ✧ The innocent and pure look is just to get those "big bad wolves" coming your way. You know what you like, and you like it rough.
Hidden ✧ You have a side that's dark, a bad side that's just begging to be punished. You have to keep it secret, though, or you may not even realize it's there yet yourself.
Purify ✧ Even the bad can be swayed by the good, and the goodies in your basket are just sweet enough to tide the beast over.
Fallen ✧ Once you were the hero of the story. Now, the sex and the lust have driven you down a darker road.
Beauty Loves the Beast ✧ What should have been only a little, luscious death has become more. You love your wolf so, you won't let anything happen to them when the hunters come.
✦ WILDCARD

✧ BIG BAD WOLVES

Bad ✦ Every moment of being the monster is something you enjoy. There's never enough precious little treasures to whet your appetite.
Reforming ✦ Your days of being the bad wolf are over and done with...that is, until you're dragged back into your wily ways by the forbidden fruit.
Rough Around the Edges ✦ Actually, you're good, for what you are. As it stands, everyone has their vices, and even you can't stay away from someone walking into your neck of the woods.
Corrupter ✦ You know you destroy innocence and you adore every minute of it.
Finders Keepers ✦ They were wandering into your territory, so you'll keep them as a pet.
Not What You Seem ✦ You appear as if you'd be the Huntsman in this tale, but you're only hiding your teeth.
Romantic ✦ Even a wild beast has a heart. Still, how did they worm their way into yours?
What Big Teeth You Have ✦ All the better to eat you with, my dear. Oh, and you are a biting one.
Reverse ✦ How does it feel when you're the prey, instead? There's a certain rush, though, you can't deny.
✧ WILDCARD

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Mostly. You're smug, arrogant, and think you can buy your way out of anything that comes your way. Like shit won't stick on you because you're too slicked up. For us less than 1%'ers, it's a kick in the teeth.

[He'd asked so she was answering. And two could play the sizing up game. His thighs filled out the pants he wore nicely, and she wondered if it was muscle or just mass.]

The rest of it? That depends on specifics I don't know yet. Maybe that's the worst of your sins, being rich. But I kinda doubt it.

[And depending on how the night went, maybe she'd make it her goal to dig in deeper on it. What good was being a P.I. if you couldn't put those skills to use?]

Can't hate a car like this.

It’s a matter of resources. If you don’t have them, then you can’t do certain things. Simple, really. [ If people are poor, why didn’t they just fix it?

He almost felt her eyes on him. And he wanted to reach out and touch her, but he knew there was a give and take to this. It had to be a balance. He’d grabbed for her, but she had yet to touch him beyond the tease of her teeth to his ear. Plus, she complimented his car so he would be patient now.

And yeah, he’d done some shit, but nothing horrible. Nothing more than manipulation and a bit of blackmail here and there. Nothing that’d be easily traced to him. ]

[Ah, blackmail. Something she could sink her teeth into- if she ever had a notion it existed and an inkling to dig deeper. Jessica could be annoyingly persistent when she wanted to be.

But for now? He was just a rich guy with a rich car taking her to some probably rich location he paid too much for the privilege of. And then she realized she didn't know his name. Not that it mattered, he didn't know hers either. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe it'd make it harder for him to sue her if she broke his ming vase or his faberge dick or something.]

Yeah, it's simple, all right.

[Just a hint of derision in that tone, but her gaze had slid up to his crotch, again wondering about what she couldn't see, then she met his eyes.]

Bet you like that word.

[It was only a temporary thing, though, that they didn’t know each other’s names. She was too interesting for him not to ask eventually, when it became necessary to know. The time would come and he was patient enough for it.

He had already been intently watching her face when her gaze lifted and his blue eyes held heat as his smile widened. Her tone didn’t bother him, because even as she taunted him, she still wanted him. There was already that needy, heated desire crawling in him. But he could wait. Two could play this game of eyesex. His eyes traced down her nose, to her lips, wondering just how they’d look stretched around him, sucking. Then, perfect breasts and a teasing cleavage. Silicon-free. ]

Simple? Yeah. Nothing has to be complicated if you don’t let it be. But you’re right. Problems that money can solve aren’t real problems.

Careful. I might think there's a brain under all that hair product.

[She slanted a smirk at him, pretty sure she had a good idea what he was thinking when his eyes went to her lips and that look of want came over his face. Yep. Men were suckers for... well, sucking. She made a point of licking her lips and biting the lower one- hey, she had good lips, before she shifted in her seat.]

So where does Little Lord Fauntleroy stay when he's in New York? Because I'm betting you have your little Sin Bins all over the place.

[ It was hard not to laugh at that, so he did, a low, quiet chuckle because he was distracted by the brief sight of a pink, wet tongue swiping out. Damn.

And she was just full of references. ]

Upper West Side. Oh no, you don’t have to act surprised. [ He might have a handful of places to stay around the world, but this was the only place that was all his. That was the drawback of being a part of a wealthy family with a trust fund raised by them. He had to play by their rules.

Shortly after, they rolled up to an upscale tower off of Central Park West. He slid out the back seat and held the door for her before he lead her into the modern lobby. The doorman greeted them and gave her a curious glance. Soon, they were in the elevator leading straight to the penthouse unit. ]

[He earned a roll of her eyes for the surprise comment, but there was a hint of a smile playing around the corner of her lips. Self depreciation humor was something she was familiar with, even if he was being light on the depreciation. More just acknowledging that he was what he was.

Though, she still had to figure out for herself the entirety of what that entailed.

She ignored the hand he held out to her, getting out of the car herself, but she made a point to brush her breast against his arm as she passed him towards the doorman. The message was clear. 'Help out of a car isn't what I need'. No one who knew her would call her a wilting flower or helpless. In fact, a few might even laugh themselves into an aneurysm if presented with the notion.]

Wouldn't be the first time I've been here.

[Maybe to the penthouse, but she'd hopped around in the West Side more than a few times in her dalliances on the rich side.]

[ He knew what he was and wasn’t blind to the fact that sometimes, he was a living, walking stereotype. But along with the self-awareness came immense self acceptance. He was fine with who he was. He had absolutely nothing to complain about.

Alright, his patience was wearing thin because most of the times he’d done this, they would’ve gotten a head start in the car but for some odd reason, he didn’t feel like he could have done that with her. Had it been the look on her face when she had seemed fearful that made him want to pause and see, but waiting for her to make a move seemed slow, taunting. Like the smile on her face or the way she let her breasts brush up against his arm.

He stepped in front of her in the elevator, hands gripping either side of the handrail she stood against. ]

You’ve been in this building? [ He was focused on her face, eyes dropping again to her lips. ]

Not to the penthouse.

[Was that frustration she saw steaming off him? Good. Frustration led to neediness which led to the kind of rough and tumble she was used to. She didn't do soft and slow. Gentle wasn't in her vocabulary. Casual, hell yes. She crossed her legs at the ankle as he stood in front of her, making sure her knee brushed at the inside of his thigh.

She could flirt when she wanted to. She just usually never had to bother with the kind of gutter trash she ran with. "Nice ass" led to quick sex in the bathroom. This was a bit more... extended.]

[ Maybe he had read her wrongly. She had told him at the bar that she could slump anyday. He couldn’t slump even if he tried. So had made him assume that she wasn’t used to being around the nicer things in the city.

And she was too rough around the edges to be going around seducing the wealthy. She didn’t even seem like she wanted a life like his.

So then why?

But she made it hard to press the line of inquiry as his gaze dropped down to her feet then traced the length of her body again. Extended was an understatement. This was an absolute marathon. At a crawling pace. He swallowed and let a slow breath out.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and he stepped away from her, unlocking his apartment door with the fingerprint scanner.

He allows her to enter first, following before locking the door and shrugging off his coat, tossing it carelessly onto a bench in the foyer. The apartment was a soaring two storeys, the foyer leading to a living room with a large window, a view of Central Park on display. An open concept kitchen was connected with a dining room in what wasn’t a huge space, but large enough to contain a loft bedroom. The decor was sleek and modern, with artwork and shelves full of books lining the walls. ]

Welcome to my humble abode. [ As if. Everyone who entered gaped. He took the scarf off, too, tossing it with his coat. ] So why have you been in this building before?

Parties. Shindigs. Promotional tours. Blah blah. You're not really interested in that, though, are you? You're wondering why I'm not falling over my tongue impressed at this display of wealth.

[She didn't have a coat to shrug off, but she entered the room and took a look around. Better than Trish's place, but then, Trish's was paid for by her own earnings, not a trust fund. His security sucked compared to Trish's, though. She could get through that door easily. Depending on how the night went, maybe she'd tell him that.]

Ask the right questions and maybe you'll get a few answers. I expect you have booze around here? Cough it up, Richie Rich.

[She slummed. Hell, she lived in the slums. But being in the orbit of the 'It's Patsy' star had shown her what life with money could be like. Of course, it had also showed her the ugly truth behind that media curtain. Like mothers forcing their celebrity daughters to throw up because they'd put on a pound. Good times.

Dorothy Walker always left a bad taste in her mouth, and she could use something fancy to wash it down with.]

[ How about a trust fund, a publishing empire, and multiple real estate and other businesses in the family? Not that he ever contributed to any of it because why should he? But he did have to stare at her, blinking when she so casually just. Moved. On. After coming to his place.

And oh? Did his security suck? He’d love to know that despite not ever feeling threatened much, even by dumb, stalker ex-girlfriends. ]

I’m gettin’ there. [ He rolled his eyes. Probably some borderline alcoholic, but whatever. That wasn’t the part he cared about either. ]

None of this is new to you. [ There was wonder in his voice and a deep curiosity. He pulled out a few bottles from the cabinet along with two glasses, taking them to the living room and setting them onto the table. ]

Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. [ He patted the spot beside him on the plush couch he sat on. ] How’s this? Let’s play a game. [ He poured them both a few shots of cognac. Not his best stuff, but decent enough. ] Every question you don’t wanna answer, lose a piece of clothing. I’ll do the same. Ask me anything. Okay? [ He clinked their glasses together, then downed his before pouring another. He had some catching up to do and he had a feeling this was going to be more than a little difficult, if her track record so far was anything to judge by.]

[Nonplussed, he looked at her like she'd touched his favorite toy. Maybe she felt a little smug about that, but he was getting the booze out and pouring her a glass, so she'd let the rest of it go. Oh, yes. There was definitely more than borderline alcoholism involved, but it's how she kept herself from doing stupid things. Or, maybe it was how she talked herself into doing stupid things. Who kept track of all that shit?

He patted the couch and she rolled her eyes, picking up a chair and moving it to plunk down in front of him. If the chair looked a bit heavy for a slip of a thing like herself to just cart around easily, she didn't pay it any mind. He'd eventually get around to asking the interesting questions. Maybe she felt like leaving a few breadcrumbs.]

You're assuming there's anything I want to know about you beyond what's in your pants. I'm not interested in your money or who you know. I came here because you've got a pretty face and I'm curious if you'd be a good lay. Didn't usually dabble in the rich dicks available, so that's the area I'm a bit unsure of in terms of substance. So, there's your question. You any good in bed?

[ Despite what she might have thought about him, he wasn't actually offended that she hadn't been impressed with his wealth. It was one of the reasons why he was interested enough to be messing around here, after all. Living in Manhattan, there were plenty of people around much wealthier than him.

And yeah, that chair was definitely heavy. That was an armchair she rolled up. Even if it was in castors, it had more than a hefty weight to it. He tilted his head briefly, storing that away for later.

Fine, she didn't wanna sit beside him. He was fine with that for now. But if what she was saying was true, that the reason why she was here was for a quick fuck, then why did she keep dragging this out? For the hell of it? That seemed more than a little sick.

However, if she was interested enough in his, quote on quote, pretty face, then he wasn't above using it to inch things along on all fronts. And the booze, of course. ]

I know you're not, you've made it very clear, thank you. [ And with that question, off came his shirt, revealing a chiseled build, smooth planes of a defined abdomen, and perfect tanned skin. He just came back from vacation. ]

You'll have to find out the old fashioned way. What fun is it if I told you? Besides, I'm not one to flaunt. [ Oh the irony. It dripped from his voice. He held up a finger. ]

New rules. You only get a drink if you answer a question. I guess the stakes aren't high enough for you.

[ Of course, if she really was secretive, she could just walk away from this all, but for now, they could continue to play. ]

What's the best place you've ever visited? [ He grinned. Hello, first date questions with a trajectory that could be incredibly revealing. ]

[The 'not one to flaunt' line earned him a short bark of a laugh, but she bit it off and thinned her lips into a line. Well, that addendum was stupid. She reached for the drink, giving him a look as she brought it up to her lips.]

Hasn't happened.

[To be fair, she didn't get out much. Her touring with Trish and Dorothy had only extended to local areas. Whatever traveling they'd done had been in her hey-day, before Jessica's... accident, where she'd joined up with them. But, it was an answer, and she gave him a smirk as she tipped the glass back.]

What's the shittiest place you've ever woken up in?

[ His game, his rules. Ugh. Shitty answer. He frowned at her. And he had to argue it. So after her question came, he shook his head.]

No. Best is relative. Answer the question. [ He pointed at her mouth with a playful grin. ] Or else I'm make you spit that drink back up.

[That had her giving him a pointed look.]

Oh, I'd like to see you try. Define 'visit'.

[Disneyworld didn't count, because they hadn't made it out of the city on that attempted trip before the crash.]

I'm a New Yorker. City girl. We don't travel.

Bullshit. [ Yeah, he'd seen the way she moved that chair and maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to take him down but it wasn't like he'd actually do anything anyway. He dipped his head. ]

Visit as in traveled to away from your home town. Seriously. [ Alright, that look on his face was not serious. ] Don't make me choke you. [ ~~With my dick.~~] Even if you're into that.

Told you, I'm a city girl. Just because I've hung around with people that know what money is doesn't mean I have any of my own.

[Oh, she saw that look in his eyes, and a part of her wanted him to dare to try. The threat, such as it was and made in jest, had her rolling her eyes.] I'm shaking in my panties.

[ Hmm. But that did confirm that she rubbed shoulders with money. ]

Fine. You can play the poor people card but don't think I believe you've never been anywhere. Take your shoes off. I'd say that's a fair compromise.

[ And that made two of them rolling their eyes. But he did smile. They both knew it had been empty. ]

Are you even wearing panties? [ A sigh. Alright, moving on. ] I woke up in a dumpster once. Frat days. [ And now, continuing with regularly scheduled first date questions:]

What do your parents do?

(( ooc: thanks for boomeranging all day with me, I'm having a blast with these two. I'm off to bed now. ))

That's two questions. You'll have to figure the first one out yourself.

[She moved to toe off the shoes she'd slipped on, wiggling her toes in the air and crossing one leg over the other. A more modest version of a Basic Instinct move.]

Not much. Hard to be a productive member of society when you're dead. What do yours do? Besides spoil you, that is.

[ooc: I've had a great time as well and I'm always game for it. Happy dreaming and I'll see you when I see you.]

[ She was a tease but he knew she wouldn’t have answered that question. But damn not knowing didnt always make him want to know more.

This wouldn’t be the first time he traced his eyes down her legs, blatantly slow and lingering as he leaned back into his couch and watched her. Desire was clear on his face but fine. He’ll be patient, even if he felt frustration twisting in his gut. He took his glass of cognac with him, stretching his legs out as he slung an arm across the back of the couch. She was really making him wait. Things took a darker turn with her answer and he tilted his head, a frown smoothed out by a shrug. ]

Hm, sad. But true. Can’t do much of anything when you’re dead. [ He had a feeling this was only the beginning of the issues for her. ]

My parents are in real estate. Dad helps mom run her company which she apparently started from the ground up but in reality, with a million dollar loan from my grandfather. Pennies, to him. Much less interesting than your parents. [ There was more than a little disdain in his voice.

So here they were. Him, shirtless, and her, shoeless. He tossed back his drink, the warmth sliding down his throat. How could he push this along? Should he be balking at the dark stuff? Nah. ]

How old were you when they died?

Edited (Typo) 2020-02-02 15:41 (UTC)

Talking about my dead family isn't exactly sexy 101. Don't know if anyone ever told you that.

[She leaned forward to reach for the bottle, refilling her glass and setting the bottle back down before she relaxed back against the chair. One of her feet moved to press on the cushion between his legs.]

Fourteen. So your pop's the one with all the cash. Guess that means your family's used to idly spending money. They all turn out like you?

[ He didn’t move, only dropped his gaze to her foot between his legs, grin spreading just a little before his eyes were back on her face again. He sipped his drink. Fourteen. Old enough to remember, but young enough for it to change everything. Hm. He just tilted his head and looked like he was in thought. ]

Sexy 101’s too boring. For both of us. [ That wasn’t what he was here for, thought it might have been all she wanted from him. ]

No. I’m probably the worst. [ He couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. No one else had done what he had. Attempted murder, arson, blackmail, and a few other details. But they were all nuances. His family was up there among the rich twisted folk. Himself included. But she didn't have to know that. Not like there was a record of any of it anyway. ]

What do you do for work?

[Telling him that might make him a bit less casual around her, might put an edge she wasn't sure about. She set the glass down, stood up, reached up under her skirt and pulled her underwear down. She slid them off, held them up for him to see, then dropped them on the floor. She smoothed her skirt down over her ass, sat back down, and rested her foot back where she'd had it, sliding it towards his crotch a bit more.]

What, exactly, do you do to contribute to the world other than just modeling name brands?

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