holden mercer

There will be killing until the score is paid.

[andrewquo]

You're a little obsessed with yourself, aren't you?

well no one else is gonna do it

[holden-mercer]

☆ - two words to describe asli

Sexy & Confident

[holden-mercer]

🍬👍🎀👮

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

Dom

👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?

He likes to be in control

🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know?

Freyja, just to see if there’s anything under that serious facade of hers @xcontrolledchaosx

👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public?

Yes, multiple times

[holden-mercer]

👀🔥💋🍬 🏩

👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around?

Absolutely, he’s a whore

🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome?

Has done it, and would do it again

💋 How many people has my muse slept with?

Too many to count...

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

Dom

🏩 What was my muse’s first time like?

With an older woman, it was good for him, but he wasn’t any good at that point

[holden-mercer]

☆ + Would you fuck the holy hell outta me?

Oh Sammy, if I fucked men, you’d be top of the list!

[holden-mercer]

Gio rolled his eyes. He was waiting for the day that Freyja finally snapped. The bets were about to be placed. “I’m sure she smiles when you’re not driving her crazy.” He nodded. Gio respected Holdens decision to not disclose any information. “I like how you say multiple. But I won’t push.” It was just a rule with him to not fuck with the O’Shea’s. They may be as close as family but they weren’t his family at the end of the day. They had their limits. “She takes respect seriously. Just don’t push it.” Gio took a long swig of his drink. That’s sometimes what it took to get through a conversation with Holden. “I’m guessing it will join the other various toys that you have in your dishwasher. Women love men who keep their toys nice and sanitary.” Gio didn’t have that much experience with them. While he wasn’t vanilla, he never went down the sex toy rabbit hole. “That’s a mental picture I didn’t need. How’ve you been since the other night?”

When Gio told him something in a serious tone, Holden tended to listen, even though he didn’t want to admit defeat, especially against Freyja. “Fine. I’ll leave her alone, ‘turn the other cheek’, as they say.” Laughing, “Sorry, that was the last sexual joke I’ll make in reference to her.” He did owe the O’Shea’s everything, he shouldn’t bite the hands that feed him, metaphorically speaking. Chuckling at Gio’s comment, and there was some truth into his statement. The women he shared his bed with had different predilections when it came to that, and he aimed to please. “I sense a tone of judgment in voice, Gio. Does the idea of my sex toys make you blush?” He fucked with everyone, even his friends, “I’m doing great… we should be fucking happy. St. Patrick’s day was a success!”

[holden-mercer]

The man was massive. Gio remembered when he was a normal-sized human. Those were the days. For one short moment, Gio felt bigger than Holden. “You say that as if ladies haven’t been after you since you were in your teens. You’re fucking massive. I’m curious as to what ladies? Freyja was ready to cut you the other night.” He normally didn’t care for chatter like this. That’s mainly because he felt too bad about his own life to care about someone else’s. Gio laughed. That buttplug would forever haunt him. “Yeah only because I know you will get more use out of it than I will. Do I even want to know who?”

Laughing, at his statement. Gio wasn’t wrong, he never had a shortage of female attention, bad or good, “Freyja needs to relax. A smile won’t kill her.” Shrugging, he had always messed with her, it was too easy. “There are ladies, some you’ve met, some you haven’t. But I have my secrets and I keep theirs.” Despite all the women he dated, he respected them and wouldn’t tell, unless they didn’t care. “And I’m not scared of Freyja, maybe I should?” Laughing back at Gio as he sipped his drink, “I’ll just throw it into the dishwasher, and it’ll be ready for whoever wants it.” Only slightly joking with his friend.

[crimsxns-archived]

closed starter: @holden-mercer​

location: skyfall bar

of course, he would end up here of all places. it was for holden though. holden was like his brother. they seemed like opposites but these two have been close since their teens. granted, holden was a little out there for gios taste. it was a happy balance. being around holden made the extrovert in gio come out. besides, gio had a nice neon green present for his best bud. it was weird considering that he was about to give him a butt plus in a gift bag. it’s better if he didn’t think too hard about it. gio had just ordered his drink when holden appeared. “holden i feel like you’re bigger every time i see you. anyway, i have a present for you.” 

[holden-mercer]

Holden would never say no to drinks, especially when it was coming from one of his oldest friends. He owed his life to Gio… Without him, who knows where he would have ended up. At 18, Holden lost his parents and became the guardian of his younger brother. He had no prospects, wasn’t planning on going to college and now he had to take care of this 14 year old kid… Gio showed him the way into the O’Shea’s and hadn’t looked back, “Gio! I’ve got to keep this body in shape. Otherwise, the ladies won’t love me.” He joked, taking a seat next to his friend. Opening the bag, he laughed, “Really? You grabbed one of these for me.” Smirking at the green butt plug that had been given out for free at the St. Patrick’s Day. “I have a few ladies in mind who would love this…”

[holden-mercer]

“Unfortunate for you maybe,” he said scoffing into his drink before taking a large sip of it. Their affinity towards the opposite sex was known. Another glaring similarity between them. They both enjoyed their work, but they also enjoyed the time the spent with women who had caught their eye. Holden hadn’t known about Grace though. No one in the gang had at that time and after losing her. He’s bachelor staus was even more well known. He believed Holden had it right, that keeping it strickly physical was easier. Because feelings could lead to bad judgment calls. It lead to pain, and Holden was a big brother figure to him. So of course it made since he would follow suit. He made it look so easy so simple. Then… His eyes turned towards the door as he watched Ophelia and Jace walk in. In the middle of their own conversation. His eyes didn’t leave her form as they made their way past the bar. And he continued to stare after her long after disappearing behind a wall. 

She’s not an O’shea is she? reaching for the bottle he pour twice the amount of liqour he had before. Gulping it down easily before looking over at Holden. He didn’t say a word just looked at him. His eyes confriming the answer to the question, or course it was an O’shea.  Because Davut was that crazy to have fallen for one. As if his life wasn’t messy and complicated enough.  

Holden followed Davut’s gaze across the bar, to the youngest O’Shea that just walked in. Ophelia?! Holden’s eyes widened and he smacked Davut across the head, “Are you serious? Her?” This was a fucking shit show. Literally, if anything happened between them and it went sour, Davut would be fucking killed on the spot, no remorse. “There is literally a million girls in this city. You had to fuck her?”

Chugging his drink, “I can’t fucking believe it.” Holden thought the women he fucked sometimes crossed the line, but this was on another level. “Well, you’re fucked.” He told Davut as nicely as possible. “Once you’re killed, I’ll identify the body and tell your family.” He joked with him. A fucking O’Shea?! Not just anyone, but the youngest one? Jesus, Davut was in way over his head. This is why feelings are garbage. “Why, Davut? I don’t have many friends and soon, you’ll be dead. That’ll be one less for me!"

[holden-mercer]

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The noises that escaped her mouth, if only Holden could record them and keep it forever. The way she felt around him, the way her body felt against his was pure bliss. If he could do this every night with her, he’d be set for life. Kissing her neck roughly as his hands played with her breasts, he emitted guttural noises only a woman could elicit from him. Her pussy was soaking, dripping, all for him. Chuckling, “Fuck, you’re such a little dirty slut… I’m happy to oblige.” Holding on to her tighter, he walked them to the couch. Pulling out of her, she gave him a wicked look, making him even harder, “You want to suck on my cock now, Asli?” His hand grabbed on to her hair, pulling her to him, as his other slipped between her legs, rubbing her clit. The two of them liked it rough and he was happy she would take it all. He slipped a finger inside her, continuing to rub her, before pulling his soaked finger out, “Taste yourself, Princess.” He offered his finger, covered in her as she sucked on it, tasting her, “It tastes good, doesn’t it? You’re delicious."

[holden-mercer]

Location: Atticus’ Apartment Closed: @ominouslys​

He had gone to the hospital, searching for Atticus. Holden hadn’t heard from him in days and it worried him. He knew Atticus must have been dosed at the St. Patrick’s day party… he had hoped he would have gone to the hospital. Although, knowing his brother, he probably fought against going to the hospital. However, we he had gone, there was no Atticus and only with a glare did he find out his brother checked himself out against medical advice and went home. If Atticus wasn’t his brother, he’d be dead now. Holden decided to visit his brother, to figure out what the hell is going on with him.

He knocked angrily on Atticus’ door, but after no answer, he stopped knocking and just used his key, letting himself in. He tried not to use it unless there was an emergency, but if this wasn’t an emergency, he didn’t know what was, “What the hell is a matter with you?! You go to the hospital and check yourself out against medical advice?” His voice was raised at this point, not even caring if Atticus was in the room at that point. Everything Holden did since they were 18 had been for Atticus. The reason he joined the O’Shea’s? To support Atticus after their parents had died. It was something that always hung over his head and it didn’t matter if Atticus was in his 30s, he still needed to protect him as if he was that 14 year old who’s parents died. “I know you have some crazy idea about the hospital, but when the fucking doctor tells you to stay, you stay!"

[babyboyhenry]

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[b-n-a-o]

[holden-mercer]

“ Well you would have good taste at the very least,” Davut was happy that have Holden in is life. It was an easy friendsship, though it wasn’t one that started off that way. In fact, Davut couldn’t have told you how they had become close friends. Especially, when you considered how they met. But, even with their diffrences. Their similarities helped bridge the gap. Rolling his eyes, Davut looked away from the door. “ Yes, it only took twenty-eight years but here I am. All thanks to you,” he scoffed a grin on his face. Truth was Holden was right. O had a powerful hold on him; even as she drove him up the wall in annoyance. There was no escaping the fact that he had been taken with her for longer then he would have admited - to anyone. He hadn’t meant for it to happen. But, he relized it was far to late to even think about changing it now.  Even with her staying away, if Ophelia were to pick up the phone and tell him to come to her- he would. Or if she where to walk through he door an beckon him to follow- he would. Fuck, he was screwed.

At his friends words, Davut could only shake his head. It wasn’t a true explination but at the same time, it was. Women were women and men were men. Each a little diffrent, some more complicated then the other. There was no true answer to his question Davut knew yet and still he took comfort in knowing the fact that Holden knew about as much as Davut knew. At the question, Davut laughed bitterly taking a sip of his drink. “ She knows, in fact she has insider knowlege on it.”

“Unfortunately for the two of us, we like women too much.” Holden smirked, “A little too much.” It would be much easier, if he weren’t chasing after women, day in and day out. He never understood how they had so much control over them… Thankfully, Holden hadn’t met a woman who had that kind of hold on him. He wouldn’t know what to do with that if it ever happened. He was destined to be a bachelor for life… with distractions of course, because life would be boring without them.

Raising his brow, “Insider knowledge?” Snorting as he heard that, “She’s not an O’Shea, is she?” He laughed, thinking about how ridiculous that was to think about. How dipping his pen in the company ink, may not be the smartest idea. He fucked with Freyja just because it was easy, he wasn’t ever actually serious. Sex and work, he liked to keep apart as much as possible. Yes, he had slept with a few of them, but never an actual blood O’Shea...

[laurelcasfillo]

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OPEN TO: O’Sheas & Associates @crimsonstarters​

LOCATION: Skyfall Bar

CHAOS. That’s one of the many words to describe what Aurora had felt since returning to Chicago – to her family and their business. She had been all hands on when coming home, but slowly spaced herself away from the O’Sheas when Liam had faked his death and the cherry on top? Amelia returning. The woman was thrilled to have them both back in her life, but a part of her just want to be in her own little bubble and that’s what the Skyfall bar has become to her. Part of her wanted to embrace all that is of her family though she feel herself slipping into the dark. 

Many emotions she has shoved down began to resurface piece of by piece and Aurora HATED it. That night she ended the life of her husband and everything she felt she buried under the ashes of their home. Should I come out to what happened? What will they–, the woman’s deep thoughts were cut off by hearing someone entire the bar. 

“The bar’s closed.” the General poured herself another drink. She had excused the staff for the rest of the night. Aurora refused for anyone to see her like this. Keeping her back facing to whoever entered the woman downed her drink as if it were a shot. 

[holden-mercer]

Holden needed a night out. He was tired of drinking at home and decided he needed more than just what his place had to offer. Skyfall Bar had a good selection and it was nearby.The O’Shea’s had successfully completed their mission to fuck up everyone’s life at the St. Patrick’s Day event, and he felt satisfied, but it also left him slightly empty. What was all these feelings? Sighing, he let himself in with a key he borrowed from Davut, and headed towards the bar.

Apparently, he wasn’t the only one with the idea to come and drink away anything he was feeling as he spotted Aurora, taking back a shot. Her voice rang out, making him smirk, “You know I never listen to rules, Aurora.” Walking behind the bar, he grabbed himself the bottle of his favorite whiskey and poured himself a generous helping. Dropping a few ice cubes from below the bar into the glass, “Don’t worry, I won’t bother you. Just ran out of my favorite.” Telling her as he shook his glass.

[holden-mercer]

St. Patrick’s Day

[holden-mercer]

Freyja rolled her eyes at the man. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” She told him. Someone could say they are “all about the business” and not mean it. She had seen it before so she knew she’d see it again. She folded her arms across her chest and watched as he moved closer to her. Freyja kept her stance, unafraid of the man that was now extremely close to her. “You are very dumb if you think you shouldn’t be afraid of me, Mercer.” She said, her voice stern.

She let out a hiss when she heard his words. Freyja then snatched him by the roots of his hair and yanked him down so they were face to face. “You need to remember who you are talking to, Mercer. I am not one to be trifled with. Nor am I one to be okay with such a blunt and forward statement.” She growled, her eyes hardening before shoving him away. “Do not use those words with me again.”

She grabbed him by the hair, pulling him closer to her face as she continued on her serious diatribe, making him roll his eyes. As she shoved him away, he massaged his scalp, “Oh Freyja, don’t you know I like it rough.” Giving her a wink as he continued playing around with her. He knew he was playing with a bomb that would set off any moment, but it was too fun to stop.  “Tonight’s going to go just as planned.” He told her, confident in himself and the other O’Shea’s not to fuck anything up. “So what’s the harm of me having a little fun?"