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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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[ shit. this is what she gets for texting after a couple of glasses. ]

That wasn't meant for you.

Doubt it. It’s alright to admit you think about me, princess. I think about you, sometimes.

Please. You don't need to patronize me.

You accuse me of lying?

I think you're the kind of man who will use any means necessary to get what he wants. Even if it means a little exaggeration.

It’s not an exaggeration to say I’ve thought about you. I’ll be totally honest with you — we’ve known each other long enough, that I think we’ve earned it. Ask me anything.

And how do I know it won’t get back to your brother in some way?

[ it’s a fair question, given how… close they are. ]

I share everything with Embry. But do you really think having both our cocks in your tight cunt at the same time isn’t worth a little transparency? He likes you, you know.

So that's what you're thinking about?

[ never mind that it sends a shiver through her just to read the words — or that he probably already knows it, too. asshole. ]

Both of you, fucking me together?

Well, I’m not dumb enough to shove my dick in your mouth. You’ll bite it off. That gives me two options, and I’m not sure the princess of American politics likes it up the ass. Do you? I can work with that, you know. Me in one, Embry in the other. Yeah, I think about it. I think the first fantasy I ever had was fucking you on all fours while you ate my brother out. Princess, you don’t know the kinds of things I’d do to you if you gave me the chance.

You're not sure, but you don't know for certain.

[ and she almost hates herself for rising to the bait, too, but she's had a few too many glasses of wine and she's feeling mouthy. ]

You're right, Mr. President, I don't know what you'd do to me.
Which is why you should tell me. [ before she loses her nerve. ]

Maybe she's never tried it. I want to tie you down to the Resolute desk on your back, and let every member of my Cabinet come fuck your pink pussy. I could auction it even. Some guys would pay top dollar. I certainly would. Should I keep going?

You don’t know the half of what I’ve tried.

Yes. Only because I’m not entirely convinced you haven’t had the same exact idea in mind for someone else. [ a brief pause, before: ]

And I don’t think you could afford this pussy, either.

You could tell me. Just an idea. Does a fantasy have to be crafted specifically for you to have worth? I took you for a cumslut. Was I wrong? How much will it cost me? I have pretty deep pockets.

If that fantasy involves desecrating a prominent relic of the Oval, then yes.

If you’re willing to pay as much as you say you are, then I don’t think sole proprietary rights for the evening is too much to insist on.

Besides, I’d like to see how long you can last inside me without cumming.