𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒

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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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[deadnerve]

[She gets farther than he expected her to, while at the same time he was still so sure she'd nail it. Maybe it's because he takes a lot of pride in knowing she broke - he made her break - that makes him feel so warm and fuzzy. He often looks to Mila for guidance as his big sister, this feels like reclaiming some sort of power in their dynamic, if only for a moment. And maybe it's a way to give back to her. To show her what he thinks of her.

Devon's mouth is still hot and warm on her even after she's come, licking up every taste, and slowing in the way his tongue moves to keep her squirming but not oversensitive. He pulls back slowly, savoring the taste on his lower lip before he's grinning at her.]

You're so hot.

[longlegs]

[ She does squirm, she even produces a little whine, afraid his mouth might be talented enough to keep her going and turn this accident into a disaster. Both of those are compliments in her mind, somehow.

Placing her elbows by her side, Mila props herself up, returning his grin with something more pathetic, earnest and confused. The clarity is setting in as his sticky come turns cold on her skin, and the person supposed to offer guidance has no idea where to go from here. ]

Come here?

[ She holds out her hand, brings her brother up and close, wraps herself around him and gets comfortable. Time to cuddle so she doesn't have to worry or think. ]

[deadnerve]

Okay.

[He's quick to agree, shifting forward, and idling up to her. But he's awkward in his own way because - yeah, they just screwed around but more importantly:]

... D'you... d'you want me to clean you up?

[With somebody's shirt, not his tongue.]

[longlegs]

Maybe in a bit? I think I wanna stay like this for a while.

[ Impossible challenge for her ever-moving brother, she imagines. Whose come she's purposely keeping on. He already knows how she feels about pain, and now it's a live and unspoken-of demonstration of the other thing(s) she likes. ]

I mean, you can go clean up if you want to.

🎀?

[deadnerve]

No, that's - this is good.

[If she's happy, he is - maybe with pink to his ears at the thought of her happy and content to stay like this. Does it surprise him? Maybe. Not in a kink way but in... feeling desired, wanted, cherished kind of way. He slinks to lay down with her, careful not to disturb the drying necklace, and lays his arm across her gently.]

... I love you[uhoh]-r tits.