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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-"

[never-surrender]

It had been months upon months since the last time she had drank, and sobriety came relatively smoothly... until last night. Last night had been a shit show of past trauma's drudged up, driving her to a bar to have the drinks she so desperately craved. Mirage wasn't the first man she laid eyes on... but he was the first one that drew her attention. Something about him... she wasn't entirely certain what it was or what called out to the darkness within, but she couldn't keep herself away.

Together they drank the night away, and later? Lay with one another, tangled in his bedsheets once they were sated of one another. This wasn't how Emma normally behaved, granted... but alcohol did things to people, changed who they were.

The next morning? She woke slowly, pressed up firmly against somebody's body. For a blissful moment, she let herself pretend that He was alive... that it was Him...

Too bad reality was such a bitch. Opening her eyes once she came out of the delusion, she sat up quickly, holding the blanket to her bare chest as pale blue eyes fly to the man's form.

"...Fuck."

@killerhubby

[okkanai]

the possessive,   yearning gaze   pins her down easily,   as if she can feel his hands on her already,   gripping dark locks,   keeping her still under his treatment.   chest heaves with large movements,   eyes intent on his ;   despite the way her face flushes,   she surrenders to him immediately.   

with a longing whimper,   she hurriedly crawls into his lap, all in an attempt to kiss him.   she brushes her wet slit against the base of his cock,   hands sliding from his shoulders to his jaw.   she tilts her head,   her mouth worshiping him as she nips along his lower lip.   “   miri,   ”   she breathes,   a plea whose purpose is muddled   &   unclear.   she can feel her own slickness, slowly dripping down inner thigh like honey.

their eyes meet,   frantic   &   stormy as she grabs his hair in her hand   &   gently yanks his head back.   she presses her face into the crook of his neck,   lips latching onto his pulse point with dizzying speed.   she marks his neck,   then nibbles her way down to his collar bones.   she clutches his arms,   revering muscles.   there’s something undeniably impatient about the way she grinds on him,   desperate for any kind of friction.   “   tell me you love me,   miri,   ”   she mumbles against his skin,   pressing a few kisses to his already bruised skin. / @killerhubby.

[b0kksu]

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜ college au ;;

          PROMISES WERE A THING HE COULD NEVER KEEP, it was not as if Satoru was an indifferent or a cruel man, he merely was wanted by those around him. A lively soul, spirited && bright, the student body swoons over him with a charming dimpled smile, he’s rich beyond one’s wildest dreams; and his family owns half this nation. The ideal perfection in a pretty package, strangely, Dante has never asked of him. He could not seem to adjust, the eeriness of it all, yet he was polite, extending offers to enjoy the study sessions between them - physics, he jokes, his brain never shuts up, it was a perfect match.

     He had no indication of what comes after college, a flippant wave of the hand when the thick berry wine sat in his gut, he’d probably work for his family - everyone assumed otherwise. The time they spend together, it roots an inkling of desire he never once thought possible, a destiny that did not require to give all with nothing in return. “You need sleep” the ethereal being speaks with a gentle lilt, a song that dances on each syllable, he reaches to stroke Dante’s hair. How long has he been working? Satoru removes the books, assures that the bedding is warm, comfortable.

           Slender frame resting on the edge as he chuckles, “After midterms we have a break, perhaps, we can leave && go somewhere sunny, at this rate you won’t see graduation” how could he utter such things? When his own eyes were kissed in a soft bruised hue, red, formulations && data all wracked within his mind. Quickly, he moves to leave until he is stopped, stormy blue that flickers momentarily as his emotions conflict. He was accustomed to vanishing, when a night lingered too long or his presence felt weighted, a phantom like entity that would disappear come sunrise - fearful, anxious, fleeing in desperation to not be seen.

           Though, he felt horrendous, as if he couldn’t deny Dante’s request. The pit within his throat threatens to strangle him, he swallows it, allowing a brief second of sentimentality to sit heavy. “Yes” he would busy himself in the meantime, a meal to be shared, tea to wash it down. A dimpled grin as he chuckles, ruffling the other’s hair, “I’ll handle everything while you rest, don’t fret, you’ll start to have unpleasant dreams. When you wake, I’ll be here” leaning forward, a soft kiss was placed upon his cheek, a binding vow.

                                              “Promise, don’t fear anymore”

[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.

[incandescentia]

“ you have the biggest and most prettiest eyes, did you know that ? ” miss tsuyu ...

She blinks her eyes once, then twice, and thrice — slowly, affectionately, almost cat-like in nature. It is meant to be something of a playful gesture, intending to prove his point. “Really?” Rhetoric. She knows the answer is clearly a ‘yes’. “I thought you’d find them weird at first, since most people did.” Just like how everyone else did back then. Those beastly eyes were deemed as a bad omen, of an otherworldly nature that is not of a human. Not for some people in the present day, apparently.

“But anyway…” Swiftly moving from her side of the bed, she climbed on top of him to gently lay herself down on her stomach — soft mounds of chest meeting his uncovered, chiseled torso. Flashes of golden meet his own forest green through the canopy of dark eyelashes, intently gazing and getting lost within the verdant colors of his eyes. “I could get lost forever in yours too, Dante~ Yours are so pretty too, you know?” Head slightly tilts as fingertips gently tread against the skin of his cheek, an achingly affectionate and admiring gesture.

“Heheh…” she voices out a pleased chuckle, and as a little twist, decides to give his cheek a little pinch. “You’re so cute.”

↳ @killerhubby | things i've said to my pet ( accepting! )

[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-gone]

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

[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.

[incandescentia]

It took them longer than expected to finally finish and get out of the bathroom together, spending more than an hour for a simple warm bath. Nobody could help themselves when the warm steam of the bath simply just added more to the sensuous atmosphere between the pair of touch-starved lovers. Now that she had changed into a more comfortable sleepwear ( of a set of sleeveless shirt and short shorts ),  they were more than ready to finally retreat into their bedchambers — hopefully not being distracted by each other once more.

Well, not when her stomach just reacted with a loud grumbling noise out of all sudden.

“Oh, no!” When the embarrassment and hunger finally hit, she was reminded of something else, earning herself an exasperated palm to the forehead. “Our food — it’s… probably gone cold now.” She wouldn’t blame him for not choosing dinner over dessert, she would likely do the same thing anyway. “I can reheat it if you want, but…” Wouldn’t be as delicious as when it was served warm.

“…Ah!” Then, a sudden impulse of a perfect suggestion came into her like an enlightenment. “Heeeey… Mirage?” Honeyed drawl with a hint of playful folly called out his name, “do you mind if we just… cook instant ramen?” Her request was reminiscent of a little child appealing to their parent to buy them a scoop of ice cream — a bit sudden and childish. “Come on, don’t you just get the urge to eat them once in a while? It's quick to make and tasty, couldn't go wrong with them.” A rather senseless justification, but never wholly unjustified in her logic.

@killerhubby | cont. ( after a few hours maybe... )

[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

[puckish-rogue-archive-deux]

Partnerships within the world of organized crime aren't exactly as uncommon as one would imagine. For every gang leader who thinks too highly of themselves—to the point where the idea of siding with one of your contemporaries comes across more as a personal insult, rather than a decent suggestion—you'll find another who is more than happy to make some sort of arrangement between the two of you. That is provided they hold up their end of the bargain.

But ah, such is the way when it comes to the life of a criminal. Friends can turn into enemies one day, enemies become friends the next. It's maddening, isn't it? The thought alone could drive a man to insane levels of paranoia. Though, thankfully, the Boss hasn't succumb to such fears. At least not yet. However, you can't exactly blame the guy for feeling the slightest bit of nerves given his past. Oh how he prays that his third in-flight cocktail helps him regain his composure.

" Note to self; buy Mirage the nicest bottle of booze you can find. "

About a week prior, an incredibly tall, well-dressed man who went by the name of Mirage, had made contact with the Saints; requesting to speak to the Boss in order to offer up an alliance of sorts. Thoroughly impressed by the massive balls on this guy, the Boss let Mirage speak his case. Eventually the two would come to the conclusion that it would be best to discuss the matter further back in Mirage's home base of Naples, Italy. A trip that the Boss was more than ready to take care of himself, until Mirage had surprised him with his very own private jet to pick him up.

It was not lost on the Saint that Mirage was going out of his way to effectively wine and dine his ass. And truth be told, it was absolutely working on him. The level of comfort he felt was unlike anything he's ever experienced before when it came to such dealings. Yet, the ever lingering concern that this was all an elaborate ruse in order to get the jump on him did not seem to go away. It was frustrating to say the least. But he knew it came from somewhere all too real.

Sunbeams — To be played as the plane lands on a private runway at the Naples International Airport

The light from the morning sun had just begun to spread across the city of Naples. It was a gorgeous thing to behold after several hours of heading across the Atlantic with nothing to see. Had Mirage timed this flight in order for the Boss to get the perfect bird's eye view? Can't say for certain. But he for sure wouldn't doubt it.

As the plane finally lands onto the tarmac, the Boss takes a moment to settle down and prepare himself for whatever may come from this meeting. For all he knew, this could either wind up as his first large scale gang war outside of the United States, or be the start of a strong, powerful, and very dangerous alliance.

To say he wasn't just the slightest bit excited about either outcome would be a complete and utter lie.

" Good morning! It's great to finally see you again. "

@killerhubby

[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.