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bite the lightning and tell me how it tastes. kung fu fighting on your roller skates. do the macarena in the devil's lair, but just don't sit ( down ) 'cause i've moved your chair

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iMSSG - marlon

marlon: you tryna die

ainsley: i legit exposed you on twitter, you come kill me and the police have a main suspect

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iMSSG - marlon

marlon: myfking gOD you've got to be kidding me

ainsley: [https://thumbs.gfycat.com/LonelyAnnualEmperorpenguin-size_restricted.gif]

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iMSSG - marlon

ainsley: so what's good huh?

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@ainsleywyatt: marlon what's good?

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mareshah‌:

mareshah shrugged gently, “don’t ask me. i don’t date either.” truthfully she hadn’t been in a real relationship since preston. and dating while doing international travel? not ideal. she had a few people in different cities that she could have good times with but nothing serious. “i think people usually have drinks or food, make small talk for a few hours, then do the ‘end of the night’ kiss thing and see if they wanna fuck.” blunt if nothing else, mareshah grinned. “this ain’t typical; it’s morning, this shit is coffee, and we never met. so your move.”

“At least I’m not up against a date expert who’s gonna criticise my every move.” Ainsley chuckled. “Well, we’ve had a drink and we’ve talked. We can jump to the end of the night and fuck or have you already decided against that?” he asked, his eyebrow arching up. “Typical isn’t really my thing, to be fair, I don’t want to turn into someone predictable and boring.”

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wowmitchie‌:

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Humming against her lips as she spoke, he couldn’t help but smirk at the words. His smirk was soon wiped off when he felt her lips at his neck – instead his mouth fell open to moan again, Mitchie’s next words only making him more turned on. “Not the fun kind of explode?” Ainsley winked, his head still at an angle for her to kiss his neck. “One.. two.. three.. four..” he began counting just to push her that little bit further, a cheeky smirk on his lips. Leaving it long enough for her to believe he would count to thirty, but not too long, he then slowly pushed himself into her, a low groan falling past his parted lips.

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wowmitchie‌:

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Watching her rub herself, Ainsley bit his lower lip and smirked as she spoke. Chuckling when she snapped the band of his underwear against his skin, he continued to smirk at her. “Oh, someone’s eager,” he teased, using one hand to push his underwear down his legs, kicking them off before his fingers wrapped around his length, giving himself a few long strokes. Letting her crash their lips together, he returned the kiss before wrapping her legs around his waist. “You ready?” he asked.

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itsjustinalv‌:

“So…I should just go on my break in the middle of ringing people up?  Sounds like a great way to get fired.”

“Well if you’re gonna go around complaining about your arm all the time, is the job really worth it?”

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jadeadlani‌:

“What?  What’s wrong with pasta?” Jade’s thick brows furrowed at their anti-pasta rhetoric.  “Oh yeah?  Like what, hmm?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it, necessarily, it’s just not the best food to eat.” Ainsley shrugged. “So many things. Pizza, curry, burgers. Need me to go on?”

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wowmitchie‌:

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Looking into her eyes, Ainsley smiled. He wasn’t the romantic type, he was far from it, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to make whoever he was with feel good and wanted, and from knowing Mitchie for a while now, he knew just what buttons to push. When she guided his hand between her legs, the man smirked before their lips were once again attached, a hum leaving him as they kissed. His fingers gently running up her thigh, he then lightly curled them over her panties to pull them down, his other hand used to hold himself above her.

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Raising his hands quickly up in defence, he chuckled. “I never said otherwise,” he assured, not wanting her to think he was saying her giggling was a bad thing. Grinning as he watched her move onto the bed, Ainsley licked his lips and moved to hover over her, his arms settled either side of her. “Where were we?” he whispered, their faces just inches apart.

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mareshah‌:

mareshah listened to him, actually getting a little more attracted to him because of his passion. she loved a man with ambition. “you want me to stop you?” the woman laughed loudly, “boy, we just met,” she lifted the coffee mug, wagging it in his direction to make her point and then sitting it back down and turning toward him. “so, the coffee part of this date is over. what now?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?” Ainsley asked, the corner of his lips pulled into a smirk as he watched her. “And yet here I am asking you to stop my possible decline in attractiveness,” he laughed. Letting out a sigh as he placed his empty coffee mug down, he shrugged at her question. “I don’t know, I don’t do the whole dating thing. What do people do on dates?”

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wowmitchie‌:

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Smirking, Ainsley hummed in agreement. “I’d look fucking good in a dress and all,” he commented, lifting his hips to pull his jeans off, letting them join the remainder of their clothes on the floor. Not helping but to let his eyes run up and down her body, he smiled as he watched her. “So giggly,” he spoke with a quiet chuckle of his own before he stood up at her question, nodding simultaneously. “Bedroom,” he agreed, taking her hand and leading her to said room, kicking the door shut behind them.

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mareshah‌:

mareshah finished her coffee wth a last gulp, “that sounds fun, if you’re good at it.” her elbow rested on the counter, propping up the side of her face. “so are you? good at it, i mean. you’re still employed so you must not be awful, at least.”

“Babe, I’m good at a lot of things.” Ainsley told her as he finished his own coffee. “I love to argue with people, I love proving people wrong and I love dishing out karma to people that deserve it. I couldn’t give myself a better job if I tried,” he smirked. “I’m going to turn into one of those people that are like ‘I’m married to my job’,” he imitated with a small grimace. “Stop me before I get to that point, I’m too pretty to turn cringey.”

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wowmitchie‌:

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Smiling at her, Ainsley nodded in agreement. “Me too,” he whispered, keeping his lips attached to their neck, smirking when he heard his name. Nipping gently at the skin at her neck, he hummed, glancing up at her as he felt himself harden beneath her movements. “Mm, maybe I’ll make an exception,” he whispered, but he knew he wouldn’t go completely easy on her, that just wasn’t his style. “You know I’m a tease,” he added as he lifted his head to look at her again, reaching down to undo and then pull his belt off with ease before unzipping his own jeans.

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mareshah‌:

mareshah laughed, digging his confidence and smiling brightly. “oh you do, huh?” she looked away from him, cheshire grin directed at her coffee as she sipped it. “yup, model. pay close attention, we got billboards and buses and benches and shit all over town. it requires a lot of dedication, for sure, but there are worse jobs,” she shrugged. “what do you do?”

Smirking as he looked at her, Ainsley nodded. “Of course I do. I mean, you’re looking at me, you know it’s true,” he chuckled before taking another sip of his coffee. “Damn, I’ll definitely keep an eye out. You’ll be the first to know if I spot you around town,” he promised. “I’m a barrister, lawyer, whatever you want to call it. Arguing with people for a living.”

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wowmitchie‌:

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“Oh come on, you know romantic isn’t my thing.” Ainsley whispered, sighing as she continued grinding against him. Smirking at her compliment, he nodded in agreement. “I know,” he winked confidently. “But is that such a bad thing?” he asked, a soft moan falling past his lips when she bucked her hips again. Shrugging, he smiled. “Doesn’t matter to me,” he admitted, moving his hands to undo the buttons on his own shirt, pulling it off and letting it fall somewhere beside them. “That’s better than being predictable, hm?” he asked in a low tone, dipping his head to trail kisses along their jawline.