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[resonette]

@killerhubby ↻ ♡  (  not accepting.  ) [   now playing . . .  ascensionism, sleep token.   ]

" a shame. " 

she steps over the corpse at her feet, the gun in her hand still radiating with some semblance of true identity, true power, true something. there is evidence in the huntress's eyes that she is not here for a fight, and that this is not a table where children can play at. when she notices that no heads in the room turn too intently or seem to change in any way, she wonders if anyone in this room actually liked the man she just killed dead on the floor, or if everyone here was all too interested in pawning off the death and the aftereffects of what would happen to the upstart's resources on some wayward huntress with a motive as big and complex as her deathwish. she moves from where she was standing towards the back of the room and takes a seat at the table - across the way from the man of the house, seated amongst others who were somewhere on the metaphorical foodchain of way above her yet way below him. the bloodstained soles of her shoes are blissfully stained red, giving the appearance of metaphorical louboutins. were she not on day three of no sleep, she might have found that disgusting.

but she's almost to a breakthrough. and the man she's looking at holds the key, the answer, and the code.

" i really would like to apologize on behalf of your houseguest, " seren speaks fluidly, most likely the first words beyond a polite greeting to anyone all night. " but i want to have it on the record that he pulled his gun on me first. i just happened to be the better shot. if no one else is going to take the time you allowed him to speak, mr. mirage, perhaps i might take the time? i'm happy to wait until everyone else is finished discussing business, of course. i've yet to even introduce myself, after all. "

[ofovertime]

@killerhubby

"Friendly reminder, I do bite-"

[kusatta]

" miri, look ! " the woman triumphantly holds up the seashell, making her way back over towards the other as smile brightens. " this one is still intact, & look at the inside ! " she flips the shell, revealing iridescents. " isn't it so pretty ? it reminds me of your eyes. " she huddles closer, falling into the older's side, looking up at him softly. / @killerhubby.

[voraxiia]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ peeking his head through the door to see what mirage was up to , warm brown eyes lit up at the other man's relaxed posture with a tablet in hand , which meant ! hana could sneak up ( or so he thought … ) from behind to throw his arms around his shoulders and plant a quick kiss on his cheek , before plopping down on the couch and curling up next to him .

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ why such unprompted affection you ask ? well first , because dante deserved all of it -- and secondly , this particular set of loungewear he was wearing simply looked too comfy not to snuggle up against , nuzzling his cheek against the other's arm for good measure , before peering up at him with his best puppy eyes ,ㅤ ❝ㅤ you are so warm … can i stay ?ㅤ ❞

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ //ㅤ a starter for @killerhubby !ㅤ  ﹙ 𖹭 ﹚ㅤ

[paetal]

send me  ‘ tender touches ‘   and i’ll   generate a number   for my muse’s reaction to yours…  | @killerhubby asked: for sera ♡ number generated: 9. taking mine’s face in their hands

This man sure does have a way of making his heart start to thud wildly in his chest, something that seemed so impossible for him to experience before. His face fits perfectly in the taller males hands, like those hands were made to cup his face and those lips on the other were made to utter flattering words to him ( or made to press against his own lips too for that matter ). This man. He's something else and Seraphin is falling.

❝ Is this the part where you kiss me ? ❞ It felt familiar, like out of one of his novels that did have the rare moments of romance in them ( even the setting felt familiar for where they were and right he had been given the new book Sera was working on before Sera was releasing it to the public so that was why this all was so familiar ). The writer smirks, amethyst eyes surprisingly warm though and full of even more surprising affection. ❝ and confess your undying love to me ? Just like that part in the book ? ❞ the book that the characters he had went and based off himself and the male before him that was holding his face. He bats his eyelashes up at him, awaiting a response.

[wistrea]

it was a fairly simple spell, considering how well practiced it was, to turn a man into a bird and reverse the transformation. she simply waves a hand, and there her beloved stands once again, after she had turned mirage into a raven in the midst of their previous argument. the witch had calmed down now, no longer irked, as she walks over to him and reached up, plucking one of the leftover feathers from his hair.

❛    there we go.    ❜ she said, even if she had even kept him near her amidst her irritation, with him perched on her shoulder. ❛    how did being a raven for a day feel, darling?    ❜

@killerhubby , ♡'d

[quietlyblooms]

@killerhubby liked for something short and sweet!

a wry stretches across her face, and chiyo crosses her arms as she lightheartedly accuses mirage. " you’re just being nice. "

[resonette]

he'll give her everything he's got ♡

(  compatability bingo.  accepting.  ) @killerhubby

" at this rate, i should have made a special bingo just for you, amore mio - " her italian is still haphazard at best, but she's been trying to learn. for him, she should add. (  how hard could it be, really, she thought, moments before realizing exactly how hard it could be.  )�� " - but i'm not surprised you clear all my marks. but seeing it in front of me like this is all the more heartwarming. " 

[intcritus]

∗ 16﹕ sender  pushes  receiver  against  a  wall  to  kiss  them . for sage ♡

❝ ━ Dante, ❞  his name is breathed out, a smile curling twitching at the corners of her mouth as she takes a step back as he stalks toward her. It makes her want to giggle, her heart thumping wildly from adrenaline, charcoal gray twinkles with mirth. It feels silly to feel like prey, but look, it’s not her fault that he chased her around the house for the last ten minutes ( only because she avoided her needy husband and his kisses, he did pout so prettily ). The heel of her foot hits the wall and she doesn’t dare look back, keeping her eyes on him as he closes the distance. His body presses hers into the wall, nose brushing over hers as she grins cheekily, ❝ ━ Oh no, I’m trapped.❞ 

His smirk makes her stomach flip, tongue peeking out to lick her lips and gods, her knees nearly buckle at the hungry look in his eyes. Lips part to say something else but his lips cover hers, licking into her mouth as he presses himself further against her, his thigh slotting between her thighs. Hands slide up his waist, a soft noise in her throat as lashes fluttering shut as he practically devours her.

There’s something about the heat of his body sinking into hers, the way he kisses her turns her brain complete mush and she moans quietly into his mouth, hands grasping the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer. Sage will always adore kissing her husband – all she wants to do is crawl into his skin, letting the world melt around them as she turns to utter putty in his arms.

And she absolutely falls in love all over again at how greedy Dante is, every kiss lingers and lingers until she has no choice but to pull away, breath panting from her lips and he kisses along her jaw, teeth nipping along her throat. Breathless laughter escapes her, one hand combing through his hair, mouth brushing his temple. And the second she’s caught her breath, she guides his mouth back to hers, something soft and tender, ❝ ━I..❞ Several kisses as she smiles against his lips, ❝ ━love…❞ Sage brushes her thighs over his cheeks, kissing his chin before placing a final kiss to his mouth, ❝ ━ you. ❞

when they're both greedy for kisses. | @killerhubby

[kusatta]

" you know . . . i'm not a veterinarian. " a pause, she lets out a small breath before outstretching gloved hands. " alright, wipe that look off your face, i'll see what i can do. " / @killerhubby.

[kuraokcmi]

       The palatable taste of limbo, the body is not yet ready, like an offering that must be made there he remains in a state of stasis. A pale visage, merely but a wisp that moves about && there are times the lingering of a gaze can be seen, perfect blue - it’s hard to distinguish from the dreaminess of the clear skies. There’s an ungodly sweetness in front of him, sparkling gaze with a warm devilish smile, “You don’t have to scream to speak with me” boyish, bubblegum pink lips glossed && stained from strawberry syrup - his favorite. In every life, like the last, some vices were purely innocent, torment or remembrance may be his wicked indulgence.

     A form that changes, in vivid white, robes of teal with dragonflies embellished cloak his effigy, though he sits there, modern in style. Cropped hair, cherry red glasses, long legs crossed && gold upon elongated digits, painted pastel blue - gaudy, old, decadently rich. “How many times does this make it now?, @killerhubby” he scoops a large bite of the vanilla ice cream, licking the tip of his thumb, one eye remains closed && the rest manifest to watch the other - six in total, all wishing to know the truth, deception was never an option. “Old friend” the lilt in his voice becomes sharper, stern, a touch that was void of the sun && cool against the flesh, familiar with the scent of ginger && lychee, familiar like an embrace from one that no longer existed.

          “It’s not fair, you’re always one step ahead of me, born again && without a pulse. You shouldn’t meet old souls in places like this, didn’t I tell you before?”  

[paetal]

send me  ‘ tender touches ‘   and i’ll   generate a number   for my muse’s reaction to yours…  | @killerhubby asked: tender touches for love number generated: 10. running fingers through mine’s hair.

It's moments like these that make him feel the overflowing amounts of love that the other has to give to him. His head in the other males lap, his gaze focused on whatever movie had come on now, his form curled up in a fuzzy blanket ( and then those fingers running through his hair suddenly ). He shifts so he can look up and smile at Dante. He knows Dante likes his hair longer, he caught onto that quickly ( he knows he likes running his fingers through it any chance he gets ).

❝ I'm starting to think that my hair might be your favorite thing about me. ❞ he doesn't mind it in the slightest if that is the case though, he just wants to tease Dante a little ( he has his moments where he wants to be playful and teasing like this moment ). His expression softens further and he smiles such a wide smile up at Dante, a blinding smile as if it has decided to be as bright as the sun itself. ❝ I don't mind if that is the case. It's cute how much you like my hair and it's nice to feel your fingers running through it. ❞ Sometimes it even helps him to fall asleep, just the constant feeling of those fingers running through those dark locks of his has a way of lulling him to sleep.

❝ I love you. ❞ He can't help but say it in this moment, where his heart feels too full of love and his cheeks are hurting from smiling so much in this very moment.

[shrapnelsong]

@killerhubby asked for a [ forced proximity ] prompt ❛　you can't get rid of me that easily.　❜

It took her turning down the smooth jazz she'd been listening to in order to confirm that someone was indeed knocking on her door. Setting the knife down, Alice wiped her hands on the little towel hanging from her apron's pocket and made her way to the entrance to see who it was.

The sight of Mirage standing there had her smiling instantly, but his joking accusation drew a theatrical gasp from her. "I would never!" Delicately placing a hand to her chest to sell the incredulity, she giggled and ushered him inside.

"You came at the perfect time!" She was wondering, though. Couldn't help the worry at the back of her head that ran wild with all the possibilities for him showing up unannounced. But regardless of what it was, she would make good use of his presence.

"I can't handle spicy food, but I promised a coworker I would make them spicy kare korokke." Guiding him towards the kitchen, she showed him the different plates with beautiful, golden brown, fluffy croquettes. Picking up her chopsticks, she broke off a piece from one of the spicy ones and blew off the rising steam for a second before holding it to his lips. "Taste it for me, please~?"

[wistrea]

he's pouting under the mask because he wishes he got them all.

even before mirage had finished, kira was already tilting his mask up just enough so that she could find him, capturing him in a sweet kiss. ❛    don't pout, my love. you should look a little more smug with how many you'd gotten.    ❜ she teases, whispering the words against his lips as she smiled. ❛    the one is unimportant. not when every beat of my heart adores you.    ❜

[tragedicn]

❛　oh, my love, it doesn’t hurt, does it　?　❜　he was insistent in wrapping her injuries, seeing knuckles scuffed, scratched and bled　⸻　all in his defense. a sigh escapes him, but he is pleased with his work, now that her injuries are covered, giving them the chance to heal properly.　❛　you go to such lengths, and yet, i feel like i do not thank you enough,　❜　there is a tinge of guilt, it lingers in his voice, how his words become weak somehow as he holds her hands in his own, thumb gently smoothing over bandages　⸻　as if to soothe himself of his internalised distress,　❛　i love you, amor,　❜　he confesses, just like he had done countless times before, this time with more conviction, leaning in to claim her lips in a hungry kiss,　❛　with all my heart.　❜　/　for marlene　♡

            oh  ,  he is so precious  .  eyes full of adoration and affection watches the other as he fusses over her hand  ,  she lets him bandage her hand . . . not because she enjoys the fuss  ,  watching him worry over her injuries tugs at her heartstrings  ⸻  though  ,  she'd do it again without hesitation for him  ,  at the expense of hurting herself again  ⸻  but  ,  rather the tender affection and gentle touches she's indulged with is what she enjoyed  .  she knows he'd dote on her if she just asks  ,  but it's somehow different in this situation  .  he's so cautious in his actions  ,  so afraid she may fall apart if he's not a bit careful  ;  it's both sweet and a bit funny  .  she's taken worse hits  ,  sucked it up  ,  and continued on her way . . . being fussed over like such has been SO LONG  .  no one's worried for her like this . . . yet  ,  he does  .  it brings both butterflies and upset to her  .  tugging her hand gently out of his  ⸻  immediately missing the comfort and warmth his palms provided  ⸻  she touches his face  ,  gently stroking his cheek before it trails to cup his jaw  ,  ❝  this is thank you enough  ,  darling . . . reveling in your care is enough  ,  ❞  she says  ,  and it's true  .  hand slipping back into his  ,  it feels so right . . . she misses the way their skin would meet  ,  the thin bandage felt like a barrier  .  fingers wrapping around his hand as he leans forward to whisper his words of affection  ,  declaring his love  ,  sealing it with a fervent kiss  .  ❝  with all my heart  ,  ❞  she replies back  ,  ❝  i love you  ,  light of my life  ,  ❞she continues  ,  forehead pressed against his  .

[resonette]

smash or pass + mirage ♡

(  smash or pass.  accepting.  )   @killerhubby

" you're joking, right ?  asking me if i would ever pass up the opportunity to let mirage take me apart ?  if that's something that's in contention, then i've not made my stance clear enough. not only is he gorgeous, tall and dark-haired and broad and with an award-winning smile, but he's so kind. you might not think it, given his occupation, but he is genuinely a wonderful lover, so giving and receptive to all of my needs. if there is ever a day where i don't want to go close the door when he's inside calling me in, you better shoot the bitch that says that — because that is not me. short answer? smash. million times smash. i'm so blessed to just even have his attentions, and i can only hope he feels the same way about me. "