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" I haven't woken up in someone else's arms since - well - " — @killer-cinnamon
"there a story following that or are you gonna leave me hangin'?" her voice is rough with sleep, muffled with the way her face is currently pressed into the crook of his neck. the arm draped around his middle tightens to drag him closer. the answer isn't really her business, she supposes, but hey, he's the one who brought it up!
"or is it a bad story and i oughta pretend i didn't hear shit?"
@killer-cinnamon liked for a starter with Tursun
As usual, the Time Witch showed up out of nowhere, with zero advance warning.
"Kaito~," they called out in a sing-sing voice. "I've managed to set up one of those meetings that we discussed previously. But I should warn you, you might be, uh... Well, actually, I'll just let you see for yourself. Are you ready~?"
They summoned the portal into a room located outside of time.
"Tada~! Welcome to my domain! Now hurry, hurry! Our guest isn't going to wait forever! Oh who am I kidding? This domain exists outside of time, you could literally be here forever and not lose a single second!"
He giggled, ushering Kai inside of the time domain.
❀‧̥ — memes / accepting!
@killer-cinnamon said: " If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun. "
nora offers a restrained smile, leaning in slightly. “i sailed with the mac eanraigs and learned my magic from an avvar on the crew. she taught magic by having me merge with a spirit for some time so i might learn from the source.” a grin slowly grows upon her face as she speaks. “i've broken rules you've never dreamed of breaking, my friend. i simply draw the line at stealing when i know we can afford the price.”
1 NEW OFFERING! — [ 9AM ] a diner house smelling of breakfast food as rain patters on the window. for Pete's [farm]sim verse - maybe they're cooking/cooked together 👀 ( @killer-cinnamon )
HE'S HARDLY BEEN INVITING SINCE KAI CAME TO HIS NECK OF THE WOODS, though that hasn't stopped him—not if the fact that they're standing in his homey little kitchen the morning after he'd stayed the night is anything to go by.
There's a hint of sugar in the air as Gray tosses his head back and yawns, sprinkling it over the pancakes he's just cooked to perfection. That and some sugar plum syrup are his guilty go-tos when it comes to breakfast; not too much, just enough to sweeten him up for the day.
He needs it after all the bitterness he endured in his house.
❝ Looks like the storm's still rolling, ❞ the mage says quietly, handing the plate to Kai before he can change his mind. He may not be thrilled about the fact that he's here, but he could hardly send him out into a torrential downpour in good conscience. For that reason, his home has temporarily become Kai's too. ❝ Let's hope it clears up by evening. ❞
Then you can head back to wherever it is you came from.
❝ ...thanks for helping with breakfast. I don't really need help with cooking, but it was nice to do it with someone for a change. ❞
@killer-cinnamon !
not enough sense of self-preservation to get her to keep her head down around here, even when she should — even when there's a shift in the air that says she should be on the lookout. if someone wants her dead, she will be, she figures.
"you didn't come in here to fuck around and find out?"
❝ You just want me to do all the work … It's kinda hot. ❞ — @killer-cinnamon
she's lost track of just how long they've been here like this.
there's color creeping up her neck, over her chest, and still, she laughs, high and breathy. no way can she pretend that she isn't more than a little bit flustered, not when that isn't new — kai is always so fucking pretty, so fucking distracting, and quite frankly, she's like, pretty fucking sure that it's at least a little bit unfair that he always has such an effect on her. the fact that he's touching her, hips rolling to bury his cock in her in a way that makes her eyes roll back?
well. it's not like she lied about him having an effect on her.
she spreads her legs wider, a wordless whine escaping as he fucks into her. "fuck," her voice cracks around it and she wrests a hand from where she's gripping the sheets tightly to palm at a breast, to pinch and twist a pierced nipple between her fingers.
"your turn to do the work—" how is she supposed to focus on making words when she feels so good, when he's making her feel so good? "don't you dare fucking stop."
a kiss that leaves lipstick stains. — @killer-cinnamon
if she's asked how she got here, she's pretty sure she doesn't have an answer ready — not even a bullshit one. she's giggling, breathless, tugging him closer with arms draped around his shoulders. her head is tipped to the side to accomodate the kisses being presses along her jaw, the column of her throat. she expects to see the line of kisses when she catches sight of herself in the mirror.
and, well, it's really only fair if she returns the favor, right?
vic laces her fingers into his hair, gives a sharp little tug. "my turn," is breathed out just before she presses a biting kiss over his pulse.
“ i would offer you moral support, but i have questionable morals. ” — @killer-cinnamon
okay, well — those things aren't actually related, she's pretty sure, but that ain't her business. a snort of laughter escapes her. "how questionable is the support i'd be gettin', then. let's hear it, i'm curious."
