i am a pain in women's clothes

[kirsdunst]

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[painstainedfingers]

even more fucking text memes!

symbols:

send ☀ for a good fucking morning text

send ✉ for a un fucking sent text

send ❤ for an i fucking love you text

send ☾ for a good fucking night text

send ✔ for yes of course you fucking can text

send ✕ for of course fucking not text

send ✂ for a fucking lying text

send ❝❞ for a long fucking winded text

send ♋ for a fucking sext

send ► for a fucking wrong person text

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

actual texts:

txt - "where the fucking hell are you ?"

txt - "i'm going to fucking kill you."

txt - "you looked so fucking hot today."

txt - "why the fuck did you say that?"

txt - "you're a fucking asshole."

txt - "did you fuck him/her?"

txt - "fuck, i did a bad thing."

txt - "you fucking infuriate me."

txt - "seriously, what the actual fuck?"

txt - "did you actually fucking do that?"

txt - "are you fucking drunk right now?"

txt - "i want to fuck you."

txt - "fuck right off."

txt - "i'm fucking sorry."

txt - "i won't fucking apologise."

txt - "this is your fucking fault."

txt - "you're fucking beautiful."

txt - "you're fucking ugly."

txt - "i can't actually believe you fucking did that."

txt - "i fucking despise you."

txt - "fuck."

txt - "i'm in the fucking hospital."

txt - "why the fuck did you do that?"

txt - "i've been fucking arrested."

txt - "i've broken my fucking arm."

txt - "just fucking shut up already."

txt - "lets have fucking shower sex."

txt - "send me fucking pictures."

txt - "n0 of cours im nt fvbking drunk!!"

txt - "i want you fucking naked."

txt - "fuck, that wasnt meant for you."

[roleplaymemesforyou]

My muse cannot lie ! Send :

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roleplaymemesforyou:

( feel free specify a context for each symbol )

💓  - And a name to ask if they would start a relationship with them. ⇕ - And a name to ask if they would sleep with them. ✮- And a name to hear their real feelings for them. ☠ - And a name/ topic to hear what they hate the most about it/them. ✂-  For one of the worst mischief they did. ₪ -  For a kink. 回 - For a phobia they have. ✦ - For a guilty pleasure. ◎  - Next to any question to have it answered sincerely, no matter how personal or embarrassing.

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ANTONI ;;

“You know exactly what I mean.” 

Corrected quickly, as if he’d have no patience nor room for the game anymore and wanted some fabricated answers to what was going to solve imaginary problem. Voice was stern, demanding and all together dominant. It betrayed his intentions more than anything else.

“What did you have in mind?”  

Leaving out the option for suggestions, interesting in seeing what he would come in as he continued to eye the boy like he were the lamb to be led to slaughter yet acutely aware there was very little innocence there at all.

A shudder ran through him at the dominance in the other’s voice, biting his lip and trying to keep track of their game, anything to keep himself from jumping over the desk to the man.

“Anything you like, sir. I really need this job.” Hand slipped down, undoing the final buttons on his top, letting it fall open to reveal bralette. 

Rising once more, he moved to the desk, lithe, knowing he had Antoni’s attention. Once he’d come to rest in front of the man, he slid down to his knees, a pretty picture between the demon’s legs. “May I, sir?”

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ALEX ;;

“I’m figuring it out just fine.” Alex waved over the bartender, spinning in his seat slightly to face Alfie. “All right, you win a drink at least. What do you want?”

He was willing to give in, at least a little bit, if it meant keeping his attention. 

“At least?” He scoffed, as though offended. “I think for that comment, you owe me two.”

“I’ll take three fingers of scotch, though. Pretty please.”

[armie-hammer]

[existential-cosmic-nakshatr-blog]

a prince!

[painstainedfingers]

me: maybe.. i do.. want to be in a relationship.. perhaps.. that would be.. nice.. possibly

me @ myself, immediately: what the fuck is this? a nicholas sparks novel? shut up

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ALEX ;;

Alex finally let himself smirk. This kid knew what he was doing. But did that mean Alex was going to give in easily? Absolutely not.

“Hey, pretty boy,” he said, noticing the other turn away. “Never said I wasn’t interested. Just wanted to see it’s worth my while.” God, he’d missed this kind of banter.

“You goin’ to school to become a rocket scientist, or did you not need to be one to figure out that I’m more than worth your while?”

He cast his gaze back over at the man briefly, though posture suggested Alex could lose his interest if he wasn’t careful. 

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ALEX ;;

Alex raised his eyebrows and looked over the boy next to him. Curly hair, a small frame, tempting smile. Then he looked back at the glass in his hand.

“If you’re trying to flirt, you’ll have to do better than than.” He fought back a smirk. “I thought you were supposed to buy a drink for the person you’re flirting with, not the other way around.”

“You do if you’re the top. But me, little baby bottom? I buy drinks for no man.” He glanced down at the drink a moment, humming in thought.

“All you had to do was say no. I’m confused but not offended by disinterest.” He turned, scanning the bar for someone else who would take pity on him if he smiled pretty enough.

[thehvntergrowsweak]

This wasn’t his usual scene. Alex preferred drinking alone but when he did go out, it was mostly to The Silver Stake. Tonight, though, he didn’t want to talk to people like him. People like his father. So there he was at Casanova’s, throwing back the last of the vodka in his glass. Alex gave the person beside him a slight nod. He probably wouldn’t remember them in the morning. He was drinking to f o r g e t.

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“Could I trouble you to get me a drink?” Alfie murmured, tipping his head to the side as he finally caught Alex’s eye. A smile crossed his face, past charming and into downright enticing.

The bartender knew he wasn’t 21. There was no way he’d be able to use his fake ID.

“I’ll pay you back, if that’s an issue.”

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ANTONI ;;

He didn’t take too long to realize the game that was being played here, pushing desk chair back a little bit as eyes wandered across the other, following revealed skin before snapping back to face.

“I believe it’s far past time for your performance review. Or well, lack thereof. It appears you have some..explaining to do.”  

He sat in the seat across from Antoni, knees apart, trying his best to play at nervous, coming off more coy than anything else.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, sir.” A pointed adjustment to bare more skin, the game a little bit lost in the space between them. It wasn’t that important, however, far more interested in the way Antoni’s gaze trailed over him. 

“Surely there’s something I can do to make this right.”

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ANTONI ;;

“Oh, quite the opposite. You seem otherwise engaged.”  He shrugged, smug more than anything but not because he didn’t have a reason to be. While this one was particularly interesting, he had to wonder if maybe he was just…talking.

“My office is that way.”  Hand pointed in the direction before he was cutting through the crowd to disappear behind the door, leaving the ball in Alfie’s court so to speak. 

He waited a beat. Then two. Sipped the rest of his scotch and slid glass across the counter before heading to the office and knocking politely before slipping inside.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” There’s a teasing edge to his voice, a playfulness. He’d undone a few buttons on his shirt, heart-dotted material dangling off one shoulder, revealing the dip of chest, the swell of breast.

[sheacliche]

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ANTONI ;;

“I’d have no problem bending you over this bar right now, but they might frown upon that and I have a feeling you may complain.”  

Called the bluff there before the mention of someone else had him laughing again this time, unable to hide the amusement of the game they were playing. After all, it was a good one. He’d done it before, time and time again.

“Oh you absolutely could, but you’d also be disappointed and probably still thinking about me.” A hand waved toward the crowd as he slipped from the bar stool. 

“But by all means, be my guest.” 

“Of course I’d complain. Do you know how dirty bar counters are? Doesn’t matter how attentive the barstaff is.”

As Antoni stood, Alfie raised an eyebrow at him, sipping his drink. “Don’t sound so excited to get rid of me.”

[postllimit]

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