#progenitorofmurder

[gargleteeth]

"I'd totally fuck you"

send me “i’d totally fuck you” to see my character’s reaction.

               Either Stephanie had gained quite the ego or she just knew               Cain pretty well because this wasn't exactly shocking. He's               never been all that chaste and he didn't seem like he would               hold back expressing what he wanted so she simply smiled.               After all, she wasn't really sure if he was her he wanted or if               it was just a warm body beneath him. The latter seemed the               most likely. Not that she faulted him for it.

                    ❛  yeah? When was the last time you got laid?  ❜

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progenitorofmurder replied to your post:if i did a group verse thing for this would anyone...

kaine’s already game

of course he is

^^

[a-day-at-the-circus]

[Text]: drunk cooking is terrible. Airways make to much. Want wings?

[Text] I swear to god I've gained ten pounds just knowing you

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progenitorofmurder liked your post:[ rolls around ]

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firstcorsetmeantasofterstaybutaround1830orsmtharoundwhenvictoriawasyounger/akidwaistlineshaddroppedandboningcamebackandit became the corset we mean today that i assume you wanted

[badassxbirdy]

[text] hey firecrotch. come over in just a trench coat and i'll let you pick the position.

[Text] Hey Whiskeydick. You ever just say 'good morning' anymore?

[a-day-at-the-circus]

((I am jumping all over this bandwagon.))

[youbetyourstarspangledclose-blog]

try to RP assssssssss...James Potter.

James Potter, Hogwarts: Marauders Era, 7th Year

     A laugh was the first thing to burst past his lips. The kind of laugh that had the young man leaning forward, forehead nearly touching raised knees. It was the kind of laugh that most found contagious, and soon enough, the entire dorm room was laughing with the young wizard.

     Hazel eyes refocused once his laughter subsided, sides burning with the effort. Adjusting his glasses, James leaned back and folded his arms behind his head pressing against the headboard of his bed. The grin plastered on his lips was about as bright as the laugh that preceeded it. Sighing heavily, he shrugged a shoulder, "Well, Wormtail, I'd say that you were vastly ill prepared for that flavor of Every Flavor Bean."

     Did James Potter know that he gave his friend vomit flavored? He would deny such allegations vehemently, but the glimmer in his eyes told the truth. He most definitely did.

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progenitorofmurder replied to your post: “(Sexual Sunday) I also hear that you're a fan of being a little roughed up”:

"Rough and forced down your throat, I can oblige."

"Back up Cain, I think there might be a line."