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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2015 6:06:23 GMT
I'M SO USED TO BEING USED, CONVINCED WE WERE BROKEN INSIDE NO REST FOR THE WICKED AND YOU DESERVE IT, THE WAY YOU WORK IT
words 740 words tagged Dallas Ariana Petrovnotes because red would kill me if i didn't i present to viewers, my persona | She probably wouldn't take too kindly to unwanted individuals bumping around in her oversized humble abode. Then again, she shouldn't have left the door open. Okay, the door may have been locked. He may have busted a window to get in. It wasn't a big deal, it was just a window.
Beyond that the dark haired ill-tempered man believed that the woman owed him for barging into his house a few weeks earlier, sobbing about her dipshit brother. Sure, he and Tyler were brothers in arms but that didn't mean Asher had to be his fucking superhero in a jock strap for fuck's sake. As his shoes crunched on the shattered glass that shimmered on the tile, he retrieved his phone from his jeans pocket.
His fingers flew across the touch screen, picking out Tyler's contact from his extensive list before pulling up a text entry. 'If I find you, and you're busying yourself with sucking tuna and hunting for crabs, I will knock the ever living shit out of you. Stay safe =)" The message was sent and the phone was returned to its resting place in the seat of one of his pants pockets.
Now that he thought about it, had he even been in this house before? "Why the hell do they need such a big ass house? Is she raising deranged orphans in here?" He grumbled as he rolled his blue eyes before taking it upon himself to take a tour of the home, as though he earned the place. "Where's the vodka?" He grumbled with instant displeasure, even twisting his nose in disgust.
Grumbling a string of profanities he moved about the large house, the silence was deafening. And rather annoying to say the least. "No sexy maids to fuck? What the hell kind of mansion is this? Dallas, baby, you're losing your touch." He whispered, and for a split moment he imagined the dark haired witch-bitch in a maid outfit. "A man can dream so many things." He continued to talk to himself as he strolled down the halls of his own free will.
Moments later he wound up in what he presumed to be the master bathroom, and it sure did look like it was fit for just that, a master. While he had been playing treasure hunt through the halls, he had secured himself a bottle of vodka, and now he had found a great way to partake in a few drunken moments to the wannabe queen of pole dancers returned to her broken throne.
Asher likey. He thought to himself as he wasted absolutely no time in filling up the tub with hot water (bubble bath included because why the fuck not), and not bothering to close the door. If people, meaning women only, wanted to see him in all his adam and eve glory, he wouldn't prevent them from doing as such, so long as he was allowed to touch and take whatever he liked. When the tub had been filled to his perfect preference, he stripped himself of all of his clothes and tossed them to the floor.
He didn't need a bath, no, but he figured it was a good way to get on Dallas' nerves. He enjoyed making her pissed, seeing her anger flare up in her eyes, to have her flail around like a fowl with its head severed from its body. Oh, and the angry sex afterwards, that was completely and entirely worth it.
The man settled into the tub, only his upper torso being visible above the abundance of white bubbly suds that filled the tub. One of his hands grasped the bottle of opened vodka firmly, every now and again bringing it to his lips for a long sip. He was ready for Dallas, ready to see her gears grind and churn, and perhaps do a little of the former on his own as well. "A toast to a fucking good day." And perhaps he meant a flipped version of his words as he turned the bottle up and drank to his heart's content.
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Aug 4, 2015 19:31:24 GMT
[attr="class","sya-bg"] [attr="class","sya-bg-img"] [attr="class","sya-inner"] | [attr="class","sya-lyrics"]Look what we started baby
You're not what I expected 'cause
All I ever wanted was some fun
Look what we started baby
I used to look for exits cause
All I ever wanted was some fun
I never meant to fall in love
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[attr="class","sya-text"] The dogs alerted her to a foreign presence in the house long before she’d even realized something was wrong. Two of the more dominant animals grew tense and a ragged growl rumbled from the depths of their dark chests, staring pointedly in the direction of the hallway. What the hell? But she was nothing if not a prepared woman, and was used to the prospect of danger she faced when lurking alone – she wasn’t exactly a favored specimen. A low and annoyed grumble began in her as she uncurled herself from the couch and searched out one of the many hidden handguns she kept around the mansion; this one installed into the back of the TV stand. It was with a near sophisticated and casual grace that she followed the unpredictable beast up several flights of stairs, disregarding the fact that she was only clothed in a short and satin nightgown. She played close attention to the canine until his nails clicked against the bathroom tile, then paused with a guttural growl. The challenging glare that lurked in her eyes soon softened, however, and a quiet breath escaped her nostrils. Just Asshole. Quite honestly, compared to the alternatives of this situation, she was more than relieved that it was him. Or, maybe that was an understatement given the circumstances. “Heel.” She told her dog, to which he obeyed for mere seconds, before trotting to the man in the tub and sniffing him fervently; probably because he smelled of cat. “Careful, he bites.” She nonchalantly flicked on the safety of the gun she held, dropping it down to her waist. “Well fuck. And I thought there was a real threat.” She snorted with amusement and found eyes traveling over every individual inch of the scene, entranced. One thing was for certain… and that was that he looked damn fine in that tub. In her tub more importantly, and in her house. Why had it taken her so long to invite him into her home? Oh that’s right, because he was a creep. However, a sexy creep. She hummed her pleasure towards the sight and leaned back against the door frame as her teeth sunk into her lip. “Comfy?” She queried with a slowly increasing grin. Somehow he’d managed to do it again, filled her with as much excitement as he had the first time they’d met. “I would ask you if you need anything to keep your highness satisfied, but looks like… you’ve made yourself right at home.” She eyed the abandoned clothes on the ground, before glancing back to him. “I would also ask you how you got in here but then, I suppose I’ll find it eventually.” She strode forward a step into the bathroom and set the gun onto the counter, fingers playing at the hem of her gown as if she were considering stripping right then and there, for his own viewing pleasure. But then she paused in her travel, and held up a finger in a gesture to wait (knowing damn well this would annoy the man). Best she not encourage bad behavior. “Or… maybe you wanted me to find it. What do I have to replace this time Ash; a window, a glass door?” A wry smile trailed its way upon her features. She had to hand it to him, he was a brave one. But… how could she be mad, when he’d practically gift wrapped himself and hand delivered himself to her? No, there was an all-you-can-eat buffet right in front of her, and she didn’t have to pay a dime. “You don’t have to sneak around like a glorified convict, babe.”She glanced around as if debating her choices, but her eyes immediately pulled themselves back to the relaxing man. “You know you could have just asked me to open the door…right?” A laugh bubbled from the woman, a genuine reaction to the ridiculous situation. Maybe she was still completely delirious from her missing brother. “Or would that have been against your strangely corrupt ‘Asher’ morals?”The woman sauntered forward and bent in order to give him a tender kiss, and before completely parting gave him a nasty smack on the head. “Break another one of my goddamn windows without paying for it, and I’ll have your balls on a platter. Got it?” She hissed lowly, seconds before flashing another toothy grin, as if every word she’d just spoken was completely normal. 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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2015 20:29:55 GMT
I'M SO USED TO BEING USED, CONVINCED WE WERE BROKEN INSIDE NO REST FOR THE WICKED AND YOU DESERVE IT, THE WAY YOU WORK IT
| He knew that the she witch was roaming around the oversized dog house somewhere, probably watching her porn and sticking a riding crop up someone's ass. It was only a matter of time before she came around snooping. Although he didn't expect to hear barking and then a canid face stepping into the room. Ugh dogs. He thought to himself with disgust, so sickingly loyal it was almost a disgrace.
Watching the dog obey the woman's commands almost made him want to ask the same of her but he kept his dirty little thoughts to himself. "That your grandmother's?" He spoke with dark humor as he studied the satin nightgown that hid her most delectable features from his gaze and wandering mind. A handgun didn't frighten him, he was sure he had a better aim than the woman did in more ways than one. "How about both you and your mutt chill the fuck down before I bite the both of you." He flashed a sarcastic smirk it was a wonder as to whether he was being serious or not.
Although there wasn't a single doubt in his mind about whether or not he wanting to deal with a dog. They were just so damn pathetic, so ready to please anyone who gave them a free handout. "Oh yes, the king of your ass is very much satisfied, that is if someone would find their way back to their rightful throne sometime today." Sly, dirty devil is what he was in the end. The hot water was pleasing to him, he loved high temperatures, and apparently he held some form of taste for bubble baths.
He wouldn't tell the secrets of how he had gotten into her house he would leave that for her to figure out on her own. Dampened hands raised up from the depths of the bath water if only to splash water upon his face, soaking his dark locks. "Don't do that." He commented quietly, catching the woman in his peripheal vision toying with the hem of her gown. She knew that he always wanted her, anywhere, anytime, anyhow. The man was on his absolute best behavior today he didn't need to be distracted by the likes of delicious delinquets.
The hybrid man's only reaction towards her pressing harder for an answer as to how he got into the house was a more mischevious, smug smirk. She was delectable, he had to give her that. His icy gaze ran over her frame just remembering all that lay underneath the satin fabric, the feeling of her beneath him, or she on him. "Life is so fucking good right now." He spoke, completely ignoring any and everything that Dallas had just said.
Opening doors? Too much work. Playing nice and being a good little boy? Asher found himself laughing like hell he would. "Hm? Were you saying something? I was too busy thinking about you laying on the tile of this bathroom." And ever so classy was Asher, always.
Although the kiss had been a percentage of what he yearned for it proved to be quite bittersweet as the woman smacked him across the head for his behavior. "Bitch." He growled as he grabbed the woman's arms and pulled her into the tub with him not giving a fuck that she had clothes on, to hell with her needs. "I do what I please. Besides, you have like five hundred windows in this oversized orphan center." He spoke, purposely splashing water towards the woman. "You looked like you haven't bathed in a couple years, thought I could give you a hand." And a hand indeed as he fumbled underneath the water's surface like a deep sea diver looking for sunken treasure. "You know, I get this feeling that Tyler is busying himself doing exactly this to someone at the expense of his own freedom. Sounds about right, he must have found a hot number." He commented thoughtfully as he brushed his lips against the woman's shoulder. "You should've put a GPS tracker up his ass." Save him the trouble of having to get out of the bed in the morning with the intent on looking for him (which he still hadn't done yet, but hey Dallas didn't know). |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Aug 5, 2015 0:05:25 GMT
[attr="class","sya-bg"] [attr="class","sya-bg-img"] [attr="class","sya-inner"] | [attr="class","sya-lyrics"]LOOK WHAT WE STARTED BABY
YOU'RE NOT WHAT I EXPECTED 'CAUSE
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS SOME FUN
LOOK WHAT WE STARTED BABY
I USED TO LOOK FOR EXITS CAUSE
ALL I EVER WANTED WAS SOME FUN
I NEVER MEANT TO FALL IN LOVE
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[attr="class","sya-text"] She was a little bit out of sorts with her brother missing, but that by no means meant that she would bow to the will of any man… let alone him; the most obnoxious of them all. Her home was her sanctuary from all the annoyances of the world, of poor people’s petty problems, and she would not stand him telling her how to behave in her kingdom. Or for that matter, pulling her where he thought she needed to be. A gasp escaped her as she was dragged into the tub and sunk into the warm water, the liquid immediately soaking through and tugging on every individual thread of her sparse clothing, nearly baiting her to take them off herself. No matter her growing annoyance towards the situation, the hot water felt soothing against her chilled skin, and especially against her crowded mind. Peace. She could feel the steam sinking into her pores, into her muscles tense with anger, and tugging all her stress into the depths. Plus, she was more than comfortable in terms of where she sat. She felt like a drowned rat, but upon hearing his insult she sent a wave of water in his direction like an indignant child. “Asshole.” She carefully peeled herself free of the garments that clung to her slender form, then dropped the drenched clothing outside of the tub, beside his own. They landed with a disgusting slop and the Doberman watching the scene tilted his head curiously at the abandoned lingerie. Remember to throw that shit out. Focusing back on the literal heat of the situation, the woman shifted between annoyance and amusement as she found herself leaning into his form, and leaving a sensual kiss on the base of his neck. He was tempting and somehow, obnoxiously alluring. She’d even almost given him what he wanted too…until he mentioned her brother. Flames immediately danced within the irises of the coldhearted woman, along with the throbbing in her chest of the painful reminder. Denial, depression, or anger, this womans tendencies it was nearly impossible to determine her true feelings; given her emotions were about as shallow as Asher’s personality. The chills that ricocheted from her spine were not enough to silence the ache in her, either. “You’re a bastard, you know that?” Her voice fell until it was hoarse in nature, as she pushed him and his hand away roughly…Then proceeded to lob a can of shaving cream in the direction of his head. “You don’t talk about my brother that way, and I’ll keep my mouth shut about your sibling. When you find him, and if you're right, then I might allow it.” Now he’d hit a nerve, and the humor had faded from her dark eyes. “’I’m a king,’” She mocked him in a whine , “’Obey me. Oh, I can break a window, I’m such a badass… fuck me.’” She propped her slender legs up on the edge of the tub, hardly caring that her feet were mere inches from his head. She’d worked hard for every inch of her lavish home, and she’d be damned before she let this man tell her otherwise. “’I demand all the respect in the world but like to reduce women to objects, and complain when they refuse me.’” Pausing, and returning her voice to its usual sultry glory, she laughed again. “Sound about right?”“Bitch, please. I don’t follow orders and I’m not your playboy bunny. This is my house.” It seemed a stubborn nature settled over her, as she pointedly leaned against the opposite side of the tub from him and lowered herself beneath the bubbles, rather stubbornly. He was in her house, so it was about time that he followed her rules. “Until you behave, you’re not getting shit from me.” She declared, sounding more like a school teacher scolding small child than a woman refusing sex. But, might as well use the water while it’s warm, right? She pulled her hair down from its neat updo, then sunk further below the waterline; hardly giving any concern for the man across from her. “Mmm, pass the shampoo, will you hun?” She smirked. notes; og good job ash look wat u did #bitchmodeactivated. so jacked up tag; Asher Thomas, words; 700 muse; [newclass=.sya-bg]width:500px;height:415px;padding:20px;border:1px solid #e2e2e2;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-bg-img]width:500px;height:415px;background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/uM696ME.jpg');[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-inner]width:500px;height:415px;background-color:#1d1d1d;position:absolute;opacity:0;transition: 1.2s; -moz-transition: 1.2s; -webkit-transition: 1.2s; -o-transition: 1.2s;overflow-y:auto;overflow-x:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-inner:hover]width:500px;height:415px;background-color:#1d1d1d;transition: 1.2s; -moz-transition: 1.2s; -webkit-transition: 1.2s; -o-transition: 1.2s;opacity:1;overflow-y:auto;overflow-x:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-lyrics]font-family:calibri,sans-serif;font-size:10px;text-transform:uppercase;color:#e2e2e2;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:justify;line-height:110%;width:360px;padding:10px;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-text]width:390px;padding:20px;line-height:100%;text-align:justify;font-family:times new roman,serif;font-size:11px;color:#e2e2e2;overflow-y:auto;overflow-x:hidden;[/newclass] [newclass=.sya-text b]color:#a50000;[/newclass] |
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