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MISFIRES

a rambunctious duo in salt has stuck their nose where they shouldn't and now you can all reap the rewards! this is a MISFIRES meme. post a header for your character, and receive accidental texts from your local saltburntian guests. nudes, nasties, confessions of a certain persuasion? things you'd otherwise never write or send? they're all on the table. (meme threads aren't game canon, but they're not not game canon either, right)

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[bronze]

( she's still more of an orgasm than a girl, barely registering being rolled over, body still hot, tight, clenching around him, thighs shaking at his sides. she might black out for a second, just under the pressure of how good it feels, long swaths of sweaty skin lined up together, giles in and around every inch of her. heaven. pouty mouth stuck open and gasping, her breath hiccups on every perfect slide forward, hips instinctively dancing back on his cock, mourning his loss on every thrust out. there isn't a corner of buffy that can't be described as needy, starving, wanton — every part of her is inching closer to him, pink fingernails on his shoulders, demanding he stay close, that he never leave.

there's already a nod in her motions before he gets the words out, a natural yes, daddy, whatever you want, present for anything he could want from her. she'd give it, no matter what. heavily, her eyes blink back open, stars in her vision, staring giles in the eye while he fucks her, watching him do it. her hands flatten on his cheeks, chin tilting up to kiss him, nodding against him. )

Want it. ( it comes out whiny, pleading. how could he think otherwise? she kisses at his mouth, around his face — peppered, brief kisses on his nose and his eyelids, like she can't stop herself. chanting, ) Please, please, please, pleaseplease. Daddy — ( eventually she just can't get close enough, arms tangling around his neck, crushing him to her, trying to get all his weight on top of her. ) Need you, please.

[ripher]

[ They're making a mess of the bed, sheets and blankets rucked up, a spreading damp patch underneath their bodies. The frame creaks and rattles with each thrust, but Giles doesn't hear it, his world made up of the fuck-drunk look on Buffy's face, dishevelled and tasting of sweat and desire. He breathes open-mouthed into their kiss, chasing her back when she pulls away, groaning underneath her words, her devotion.

How could he ever have doubted her? That she was his, that she would always be his. Somewhere in the back of his mind he berates himself for leaving her, for every time he left her, for every tear she shed, for every moment he wasn't there, the foundation of this need. The rest of him is occupied with fucking her as thoroughly as he can, not caring if this is a mistake, making it worth it. ]

Buffy, Buffy -- [ He drags himself away from her kisses, mouthing her name against her cheek, her sweat-damp temple, into her hair. His orgasm builds and builds, tight and hot inside him, until his movements become automatic, hips stuttering and shuddering, grinding into her half-forgetting where and who he is.

He comes like that, gritting out a curse between his teeth as he spills into her for the second time, throbbing and shaking on the raw edge of it. As it crests and breaks, he catches himself on his arms above her, muscles trembling, panting, nose pushed up against her cheek. His pulse beats hard in his chest and his dick. ]

Buffy.. [ He whispers her name. Reality grips him like a hand on his shoulder. He wants to shake it off. He should leave. He doesn't want to move. ]