sullied astray

34. anchor management. mixologist.

[laurence-mercer]

📲 daniela & laurie

daniela: do you have plans next friday?

laurie: probably going to dora's sweet sixteen.

laurie: why? did you have something in mind, dani dear?

[laurence-mercer]

 with DOVE ALDRICH​:

Pain jolts her senses awake. There’s a grin on her lips, but her words get caught in her throat when seized by him. She smiles at him with an evil look in her eye. “Harder,” she demands, and again when he obeys, until there’s barely any breath left to pass through her lungs. She pulls at his shirt, a button torn in her haste, bouncing off the shelf on the wall. Her hands are on his chest, pulling for his back, drawing him closer. “Fuck me,” she begs with what voice she can utter, kicking off her shoes with the edge of the oak. 

Such humility does play to his melodies, a sweetness falling from lips that rarely knew the taste. Dove begs and it only fuels him, broadens his smile. Once they beg, Laurie knows he’s won. “Happily,” he agrees, and he shoves her down to do as he’s bid. 

There is nothing tender in Laurie’s touch, no reverence laid upon skin through his lips or honeyed word. All that’s shared between them is teeth and nails and angry hands, tearing at each other breathlessly. It’s a shared violence, hungry and instinctive, a carnal merge of him and her. This is Fucking in it’s most primal nature - a blinding act that is warm but far from soft, deafening the world through pounding palms.  He finishes and feels the world drum back, reality welcomed by the taste of blood on his tongue and a red cheeked guitarist sprawled half-balanced on his neck. His hand releases off her throat and he smiles, chuckling with a huffing breath.  “Satisfied?” he exhales, brow lifted in an arrogant smirk.

[gunnarstahl]

A Journey of Discovery with Henry Cavill

[laurence-mercer]

with LEN COVELLO​:

Drunkenly, Len shined under the full moon— the cratered rock hung heavy in the dark sky, like a bloated pearl close enough to pluck with earnest fingers. She found Laurie’s side to watch the goings on, following his gaze to the couple that stumbled and laughed, pressing prayers to each other’s skin. The stretch of beach had become likened to a holy place— this pair wouldn’t be the last to succumb to worship. She almost scolded him, his mouth spilling heresy, but the followed question had her grinning, wine-red lips gates before laughter that came easily. “Always so critical, even off the clock.” She wore his shadow as she stood before him, small but not afraid, feeling anticipation creep on spider’s legs up the ladder of her spine.

She snaked her arm up, up, around his shoulder to brace herself against him, wordlessly. Want is violent, a fire that consumes quickly, licking away propriety and laying waste to morality. Come, she toyed, a hand splayed against the corded muscle of his back, crack open the ribs and get to the heart of it, swallow it raw if you can stomach it. Grasping his wrist she directed his hand to the base of her throat, chin tipped up to expose the length of it, pale and unmarked, as fragile in the thin light as a bird’s. “Don’t hesitate Lo,” Len beckoned, green eyes shining like jewels, tequila-eager, voice raw as a dare, “help the poor things with their lessons.”

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"Am I ever really off the clock?” His voice is heavier, warm with a fuzz of over imbibed bliss.  “Shouldn’t you be helping as well, Ilenia?” It’s the first he’s used the name since seeing it on her employee form, testing it like a treat despite his teases. The words are baseless-pointless- this party needs no tending.  The festivities run deep and the attendees are already far too drunk to need top tier service.  It’s the golden hour, Laurie thinks, which makes the strange posturing all the more offensive.  He looks the girl over, caresses a familiar cream neck flanked by blunt black locks and smiles.  “Thought I made our new arrangement more than clear.” His eyes are slow, dilated, not quite in attendance with the words he throws as goading leads.  A coarse thumb brushes along soft, pearlescent skin and Laurie smiles, a distant smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.  “But....I respect the need to teach those less intelligent.” His hand slips from the soft slope of her neck to her hips, lifting the lightness of her with ease so she settles against his lap instead. “As long as we see eye to eye,” fingers dance below  her jaw again, pushing back her hair. “Yes?”

[laurence-mercer]

with LUCA FIERARU: 

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐈𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘  𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌  ––––  the  rest  of  their  group  oblivious  as  they  focus  on  the  scantily  clad  women  dancing  on  stage  .  luca  can  understand  somewhat  where  it  comes  from  but  also  there  is  confusion  .  was  he  not  allowed  to  move  on  ?  to  find  a  semblance  of  peace  after  losing  the  woman  he  loved  ?  it’s  personal  for  laurie  ,  that  much  he  can  tell  ,  and  luca  is  prepared  to  walk  away  until  the  nickname  slips  past  the  other  man’s  lips  .  he  hasn’t  heard  it  in  some  time  ,  not  even  dilan  is  allowed  to  call  him  that  .  “  don’t  call  me  that  ,  you  know  damn  well  why  .  ”  luca  leans  forward  as  well  ,  eyes  narrowing  as  his  own  tone  shifts  .  “  what  the  hell  is  your  problem  ?  ”  

The surprise is there on Laurie’s face, an “o” on his lips before it twists cruel, just another taunt to the vet, brazen with knowledge. “Oh? Why? Does it bother you?” He doesn’t back away, staring his once-friend down close with eyes dark and drunk. “That was the man I knew.  Good reliable Lu. Respectable man, quick as a whip. Fucking honorable.” He whistles inward than spits to the side, eyes never breaking off Luca. “She was worth more than this.  A year and change and you’ve gone and replaced her.” And three years where you left me behind. Betrayal burns up his throat like acid, but he swallows instead, patching the wound so it festers unseen.

[laurence-mercer]

with DOVE ALDRICH: 

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His hands summon a moan, his words a grin. Dove sits on the border where fervor meets twilight, where all vile and wicked thoughts` crawl out from the shadows they rest, and each salacious desire fills the cracks of the gray space that occupies the space between right and wrong. She smacks him hard across the cheek. Her palm stung, deep red where blood gathered, and her knuckles ached at the motion, but she does it again when he looks at her again, eyes of red, hot fury that she dares to challenge. “What makes you think you can put up a real fight,” she asks, her hand in his hair, pulling his head back. Her lips are against his neck, teeth against bare flesh. She’s reminded of a lion, the way they tore the flesh out from the neck of their prey, but Laurie is no helpless deer and Dove had left it bruised with her kiss. Teeth graze against the lobe of his ear. She’d do anything to make him whimper, to make her tremble. “What makes you think you’ve got a chance,” she whispers in his ear. 

For a slight little willowed thing, Dove hits hard. Her palm connects with his cheek and that familiar red no longer bleeds into his vision, it blinds him, a bull charging forward with a played rage. Her top is nothing to him, ripped away with a flexed hand, pulling away from her teeth to rip the clothing away. “You want it, you got it,” he hisses, pulling her by the curls so she faces him only to backhand a caramel cheek. There’s a fire in Laurie’s gaze tainted by hunger, tossing leftover work off his desk as he pinions the waif to oak, his hand at the base of her jaw. “Does it feel real, Dove?”  Thumb and finger slip, his hand large against her neck and knowledgeable where he presses, gaze sharp and focused on her. He wonders if she remembers the signals, nearly a decade old, but he watches like he hates her and tightens his grip. 

[laurence-mercer]

with DANIELA DE LEON:

“  𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘  𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒  and  already  you’re  mentioning  hands  around  a  girl’s  throat  ––––  i  think  that  is  a  new  record  ,  laurie  .  ”  daniela  gives  a  coy  smile  over  the  rim  of  her  glass  as  she  glances  sideways  at  him  ,  taking  a  drink  to  quench  her  thirst  before  she  sets  it  down  on  the  hightop  table  between  them  .  eyes  flicker  over  to  the  subject  of  their  conversation  ,  nose  scrunching  in  distaste  at  the  sight  of  them  now  swallowing  one  another’s  tongues  .  “  they  look  made  for  each  other  if  you  ask  me,  equal  in  skill  level  and  no  idea  of  the  disappointment  in  how  unskilled  they  actually  are  .  ”

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“It can’t be helped, Daniela.  I’m a bright young man with a ripe imagination. That-” he gestures again, pointing to the young ang aggrieved couple. “That’s worse than porn. Absolutely nothing innovative.” He leans towards the immaculate brunette, frowning in entire dramatics. “It’s so depressing, Dani. Can you imagine if that was the kind of nonsense you had to content with as a young ingenue? How will either of them improve.” Laurie fixes his eyes on her. “Or is this inoffensive to you because it’s a little....close to home?” 

[laurence-mercer]

Op literally has more hair on his chest than his head but go off

"This is hateful and false."

[laurence-mercer]

Op literally has America’s favorite ass but go off

[laurence-mercer]

op look like his juicy badonk is too big to go on rides at disneyland but go off ig

[laurence-mercer]

op literally looks like every mom in town would throw themselves at him but go off i guess

hide your milfs

[laurence-mercer]

op has me beating my meat to grandpa porn but go off ig

"Just beat it.”

[morinokunikara]

go in my inbox and describe me im terms of “op literally ____ but go off i guess”

[laurence-mercer]

with DOVE ALDRICH

“I’m a force to be reckoned with,” she says with a pound of sarcasm to follow. She follows him towards the back, fighting the urge to smirk at the sight of his office. Laurie didn’t have a single paperclip out of place, each book piled on a neat and even row off towards the side, the frames that hung above his desk perfectly symmetrical, even the pencil holder that sat on the desk was organized by type and color. “You haven’t changed,” she says as she walks towards the desk. In one quick swoop, Dove shoves the binder full of current work, the pencil cup, name-tag, and other keepsakes Laurie has on his desk onto the floor, paper flying out from the notebook as it all piled together on the floor. She smiles now as she turns to face him, her head tilted towards the side and her eyes daring him with words she doesn’t say. Get mad Laurie. Get real mad. 

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They live in old memories, hazed by blackouts and other drugs, but Dove has shoved him into the past as quickly as she does his things. Once they had been atomic, touching each other with more brutality than reverence, leaving a destroyed hotel room in their wake.  He’d paid for the head board readily and, when his week was up, he found himself wondering more on how someone as vanilla as his cousin had manage to pocket her chaos, to stifle it till then. Unfettered, Laurie had found Dove te perfect vessel, searing through his monotonous haze and stamping her goodbye with bruises.

She throws his order to the wind, scattering pens and bills, breaking a paperweight as it all goes clattering and crashing against a stone floor. He flares to life, hating her, jutting forward to grasp the back of her head by the hair, pulling her in near flush with his chest. His smile is more teeth than grin, gaze searing as he shoves her forward against the wooden desk.  “You’re a fucking menace. ” he growls, angry that she’s goaded him and angrier that it’s worked, gripping her waist tight with an angry hand. One armed, he swings her up and graceless onto the table, caging her with his body. “Those knuckles are still bleeding and you’re here picking a real fight.” He expected no less, letting his hands dig into her skin, waiting for her to throw him over the edge.

[laurence-mercer]

where: the full moon partay

who: open to all  

There was nothing shocking about how the party progressed.  His financial success had grown through curating and then exploiting the phenomena; playing into how revelers lost time when surrendered to spirits.   It was Laurie’s own thrill to stoke the flames of madness, playing among the people with the zeal of a Dionysian worshipper, smiling at a celebration full of life while his eyes stayed sharp and critical.  The moon was high in the sky and Laurie was set to a lean, watching a couple tumbling off the dance floor, limbs drunkenly tangled, hands around each other.

“Do you see that?” The words drip with indignation, coated with something slightly more surprised. “He thinks he’s done something revolutionary, leading her off that way.  Those fingers are so limp I doubt she even feels him on her neck.”  Laurie’s gaze turns sidelong, offering a smirk to his confidant.  “Maybe this party needs a better demonstration, hmm?”

[laurence-mercer]

with KIT SLOANE​:

Ebony tresses graze bare shoulders of honey hue as Kit’s head shakes, the tip of a tongue presses to the back of teeth with an audible tsk, “I’m being honest,” and though it’s a facade they spin to something gilded, his touch coaxes a reaction that’s genuine: irises gleam like dawn, lids are something heavy. His question nearly tugs her from the satin of desire back to envy’s chartreuse, if not for the contact of canines against flesh. “Maybe,” she looks back to them, then, as though a wound she can’t help but prod, watches Gabe tuck a tress behind an ear before she turns back, “maybe not.” Perhaps it was what she deserved, too: the ease of Sunday mornings, being loved in the light. But grief births something godless, and Kit is enamoured by that which wears night so well, and so her digits lift from the curve of broad shoulders to the thick of a throat, “do you think he’d mind if you touched me like this?” lips tilt upward at the sight, and a chin lifts so their mouths graze in a manner phantom, “or like this?” Fingers press into the back of his neck, guiding him impossibly closer, “let me be yours for the night, Laurie. That, he’d hate.”

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"An honest flatterer.” They’re mirth covered words, paired to heavy lids beguiling, thrilled as much by taunting a troublemaker as he is taken with the softness of Kit’s touch. A challenge hangs off the sultry pout of rose petal lips. Long fingers slip behind her neck, gripping and leading her to turn into him instead. He dares to match her melancholy with mirth, leaning in to pair his lips to that mysterious mouth, his tongue teasing to find the answers to her ‘maybes’  and jealousy.  “Can’t hurt to see,” he taunts before pulling her near, allowing one look over her shoulder to play into this silly game before letting games fall away from his mind instead.  Hands wander and nails rake around skimmed skin, the jut of a thin hip, the swelling underside of a breast.  His kiss ends with teeth, a bite to chastise, to draw her close as his fingers not in her hair. “Hmmm...the night is a long time to be used.” A long gaze rakes over her, in entirety, and he cants his he’d. “You think you can make it worth my while?”

[laurence-mercer]

where: full moon party who: @domstroebel

The Full Moon Party had largely been out of Laurie’s hands.  He’d dropped off a paper or two to procure a floating liquor license and helped staff with the best bartenders on their staff but, otherwise? He’d done what he did best - left the schematics in Dom’s court.  Now, arriving fashionably late to their own event, he sidled up to his friend with a grin, offering him a dirty martini as a gag. Laurie’s own cup was filled far too high, more gin then tonic. 

 "Did this turn out how you pictured it, mon ami?” Laurie smirks from beside his business partner, casting the older man a sidelong smirk. “It all seems very bright but I’d have to assume that’s right on plan for you.”