Badass Stupid Motherfucker

ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴏᴏᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ɪ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛʀᴀɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴠᴀɪɴ ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ғᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ғʟᴀᴍᴇ sʜᴜғғʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍʏ ᴀᴄᴇ

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smxt-silas·:

Silas couldn’t help but overhear the wolf. Though he wasn’t the type to use drugs, alcohol was always a welcomed sight, even if a bar was not far from his room. He smirked casually to the other man, though a quick look over was enough for him to know that this man wasn’t his type. “Seems like you took the liberty to come prepared.”

Cooper abruptly zipped up his bag back up, slowly peeking over his shoulder to see whose company he’d gained. “Uh, ye-ah. Couldn’t risk not being supplied, I have a lifestyle to maintain, man.” He turned back to his bag checking the condition of his stuff. “I’m not a believer of the whole ‘sharing is caring’ bullshit, but y’know if you’re trying to strike up a deal...”

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doeeyedwesley-sharpeyedrose·:

“So what if I am?” she laughed, slipping down off the bed and stepping lightly to stand before him. “Does that frighten you? You’re in no danger here,” she assures, head cocked to the side. The man before her is her very favorite kind of pretty- the kind that promises deliciously filthy sex, hidden under an unassuming veneer of lighthearted humor. The kind that you called Daddy every night, but could take home to meet your Dad, at the same time. 

Biting her lip consideringly, she looks up to meet his gaze. “Besides, stealing your soul isn’t exactly the kind of sucking I had in mind.” Challenge set, it’s up to him to take the bait. There were plenty of others she could have, but this one looked refreshing; she’d had every flavour of suit and tied, immaculate, Christian Grey wannabe, and it was getting boring. 

“No-- well the soul out my asshole maybe a little, but I’ve had worse things go in and out of my corn hole,” He confessed. “Plus I can already smell it on you-- the siren, I mean; it smells like the ocean, a little like fish-- or I might be smelling something else,” Cooper waggled his eyebrows with a boyish grin. He made a show of shuddering at her words rolling his eyes back, “Don’t suppose it involves weed, because if it doesn’t I will have to take a rain check, cause as you can see--” the wolf held up his bag, “I have something other than you I need to delve into.”

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[dirty-sin-blog-archived-deactiv]

The overwhelming theme of Rose is… Rose. The color drips off of her, from her neatly trimmed and glossed fingernails, to the natural hue of her smiling lips; even her wardrobe is saturated with varying shades of pale, rose pink. Pale blonde locks flow cascadingly over petite shoulders and down a slim back. She is the very picture of innocence. 

Or she would be, where it not for the sharp cut of her eyes, wide and blue but dark, promising all manner of sin, pleasurable and otherwise. She would be, were it not for the clothing she wore, pretty and pink, yes, but cut high at her thighs and low at the neck, suited more for a wedding night than a Saturday morning. With indulgent black silk sheets as her backdrop, bedroom door flung open wide, inviting, in uncaring obscenity, there is nothing innocent about her now.

“Well, aren’t you going to join me?” she all but purrs, one finger tracing the hem of her nighty daintily.

[basmfcoop]

Cooper was carrying his bag back to his room, holding it like a football with an excitable look on his face. As if in slow motion he heard a small twinkle of a voice; sweet, yes, but far too tempting to be innocent. His wolf zero’d in on the sound, interest now peaked and he came to a stop. Look towards the source he saw a door wide open, an invitation to temptress that lay within. Her appearance matched that of her voice, saturation sweet. He watched as she enticed him further, he was too focused on the milky legs so generously revealed to him to catch what she said. 

He sucked in sharply at the mouth watering sight, “Tempting I must say, but this kinda feels like a trap, and I’m not looking to get my soul sucked out my asshole or some crazy shit like that today-- I bet your a siren, your a siren aren’t you.”

[basmfcoop]

“Sex-- check, booze-- check, drugs--”, dropping a bag unceremoniously onto the table Cooper unzipped it with a flourish, a large grin spreading on his face at the contents. “Check.” With his last bag having come in, and his check list checked twice, he was now ready to stay at what ever kind of sexual deviant safe haven he found himself in-- definitely his kind of place.

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