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Everything was valuable to someone. What could be seen as irrelevant to one person could easily be life-changing for someone else. It wasn't that deep for Oliver, but he knew that the big man in charge would want anything and everything he could get his hands on in relation to a 'leg up' on the competition. He may not know every single detail about operations (not that he really wanted to), but he knew the man had tendrils just about everywhere you could imagine. It was impressive, to say the least.
"Well, I don't know any woman that doesn't like jewelry in some way or another." He was making sure to keep mental notes of everything the other was saying. He may not know who they 'the twins' were personally, but he didn't think the other would be stupid enough to lie to him. He'd seen some that were in the past, but Sebastian wasn't ringing him as that type. "How much money are you talking about? Four figures? Five?" Rigged fights were nothing new in the least bit to him, but he was curious to know what he was working with.
Brows furrow slightly. The guy here probably didn't know who the Martinez Twins were, or how leisurely they lived their life. Truth be told, it wasn't as if Sebastian was aware of every movement they did, but to boast about their richness as much as they did— well, one could figure. "I'm going to go with five to six figures" he says confidently, nodding a couple times as if supporting his arguments. "I haven't exactly asked Lorenzo how much money he gets from his illicit business, but I've seen him pick up his sister's call on a gold-plated and diamond rimmed phone".
Sebastian took a deep breath, straightening his back ever so slightly. He absent mindedly ran his hand over his chest, scratching over the fabric of his tee. "What else do you want to know?" he asks, stretching his arms upwards above his head, joins cracking before he crossed them again over his chest. "I have general information. Gossip. Things they mention every now and then" the man leans backwards, brows raising as he waits for the other's response. "But if you want me to dig in...".
JOSH SEGARRA in "The Big Door Prize" - 1x07
( * BARE BONES.
a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.
skull. what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?
cheekbone. what makes them smile ?
mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?
teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?
hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?
clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?
scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?
sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?
ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?
humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?
radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?
ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?
carpals. what small habits do they have ?
metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?
phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?
spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?
pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?
sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?
coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?
femur. what drives them forward ?
patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?
tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?
fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?
tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?
metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?
"Are you supposed to be some kind of shopkeeper, or are you supposed to be a comedian?" The deadpan look that fell across his face was one that could be studied. He could tell that Sebastian was trying to be funny, but he wasn't in a 'humorous' mood at the moment.
"You don't need to know all that. I'm not the one in debt." He didn't know who this guy was. Sebastian most certainly didn't know who he was. He wasn't in the business of volunteering information to relative strangers. He was a lot of things, but stupid most certainly wasn't one of them. For all he knew, this could be some kind of scheme or a setup to get him or his people caught up. "You can start with that last one."
He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the other's expression— hell, he'd cling to anything entertaining at this moment just to lighten up his own mood.
And lighten up he did. Sebastian was a bit more at ease now that he'd thrown some meat and the other man seemed to have bitten into it. Information was, after all, a business of its own. Would anyone, in the same circumstance, have sold him as "Sebastian Acosta, the one that keeps everyone Secrets"? Probably not.
"The Twins?" he asks, head tilting slightly to a side as his eyes wander over the other's expression, trying his best to analyze him— but it kinda clicked. He was big, burly, muscular. Sports were definitely his thing. "Laura and Lorenzo jog around the corner every now and then. She'll occasionally stop here and gossip a little bit. She's really into stones and silver" he points towards one of the large displays at the side, precisely where he's got a couple silver pendants on display "Lorenzo has been dropping some money into fights lately. Boxing, Wrestling, MMA. Sometimes you'll bet to the best odds and then find out your guy mysteriously took one weirdly-angled punch and got knocked out" Okay, he's speaking now, and probably a little too fast. "Last I heard, they had good money on the next Wrestling Tag Team Championship. At least three matches are rigged".
BEAU MIRCHOFF NOW APOCALYPSE (1.03)
Yeah. He probably did not think that one through.
Though welcomed, Alcide's grope of his ass was slightly rougher than he had anticipated. Not that he was complained, it simply awakened something in him that he'd not expected the wolf would be willing to take part of. The blond hissed once the larger man bit down on his neck, nostrils flaring as his skin burned with the gesture. His back was stiff against the wall, and the heat that radiated from the man's body was enough to already make him transpire ever so slightly. And yet— Ilan didn't flinch, didn't back down. He kept his challenging look, his eyes burning deeply into Alcide's.
His palms went to the other's hips with a gentle motion. Rough, calloused palms caressed Alcide's surprisingly soft skin, moving down from his stupidly wide lats to his obliques, and then to the fabric that barely sat on his hips. "Is the wolf gonna take the steak?" he whispered, frowning as his words were covered and coated with that challenging voice. At the same time, his grip around his jacket tightened, tugging with one fluid motion until it fell down to the ground, leaving Alcide just as bare as he had found him earlier. "Or is he going to leave it for the flies?".
"I've been told that I need to try and work on my 'patience'. Sue me." Oliver was certainly the kind of man you go to when you know you want something to get done about someone. He was the epitome of the phrase 'actions speak louder than words'. Just the fact that Sebastian wasn't currently knocked out somewhere was a lot more of a grace than some others have gotten in the past. "What in the fuck could you possibly expect to do with $68?" His 'patience' was definitely starting to wear thin.
He knew his boss would want the money. That was the whole reason he was here in the first place. However, that amount of pocket change wasn't about to get him anything more than laughed in his face. Nobody with any kind of self-respect would take that and let that be the end of it. So he would have to come back to the table with more than just some bills and lint. "Information it is, then. Better make it good."
Sebastian sighs heavily, giving the other a hint of understanding— he, too, was impatient, and would more often than not find himself in a situation where patience was key. Like now. "Well" he began, smiling a little at the other. "I could get you a subway, a kebab or some tacos, for starters" the brunet chuckles softly, moving back to the counter. The man sits on the surface nonchalantly, leaning forward slightly as if he was having a conversation with an old friend.
"Tell me what is your line of work and I'll tell you what I know of your competition" maybe it was vague, but Sebastian would often hear and see things from different parts of town. "For example, if you're into 'parties' and 'fun enhancements', Annenkov comes to this store often. His daughter is into all of this stuff. They were here just yesterday buying some— well, some stuff" the man pauses, letting the information sink in for a couple seconds before he continues. "Maybe your business is related to finance, specifically, Antonio Mancini comes to the deli across the street, buys himself a sandwich every Tuesday and sits here to eat and work on his laptop" Sebastian now crosses his arms over his chest, muscle swelling underneath. "Or if you're into sports and bets, the Martinez Twins jog around this corner every morning. They're pretty well-behaved, those two. Laura's nice, her brother is kind of a dick, though" he grimaces, pausing again for a couple seconds before he looks at the other with raised brows. "Which one of those sounds more interesting to you?".
“ just for your assurance , you’re not an awesome fairy.”
"Are you just trying to hurt my feelings, man?"
“ must be the wolf in me.”
"Had many wolfs in you, Alcide?"
They continued to make out as they stood up. It was so easy to get lost in Bo and his kisses. Everything about the other man had Andrew's mind spinning and reeling. He needed him in every capacity that he could. He pulled away just enough to breathe and his lips pressed light kisses across his partner's jawline before returning to his mouth again. Before he knew it, his legs were wrapped around Bo's waist.
"Yes" he answered, his tone charged with lust and desire, but also with love. He wanted all of that, and more if possible. It became a need, a physical need to have him. Andrew was relentless and a generous lover, he would spend the entire day doing anything and everything Bo desired. His trust on him was pretty much blind by now, and he was never afraid to play as much as he wanted to. He kissed him again, letting out a soft moan before slipping his tongue into his mouth.
That was, indeed, the only correct answer. Despite having an odd insecurity from Andrew being on OnlyFans, he couldn't deny that he was already subscribed to his content— that he wasn't fantasizing with doing some of the things he did, with him. As Bo began to feel more and more flustered, he couldn't help but wonder, for a brief moment, if Andrew had ever thought of him while recording the scenes. Not in a mellow, yearning way, but instead wishing that the man that fucked his brains out or took his cock like a champ was Bo, instead.
The thought fueled his arousal, and he removed his own shirt in a quick, clumsy motion, pressing his bare torso against the man's still clothed one. His rough palms moved against the lowest of the other's back, caressing, fighting back the urge to scratch the skin and leave his mark. He moved slowly, pressing soft and yet hungry kisses to Andrew's jawline, moving slowly to lick the skin of his neck, barely graze the flesh with his teeth. His palms were hungry too— they soon found the waistline of his lover's pants and slid underneath, groping the soft skin of his arse with a dangerous need. "May I?" he asks in a gentlemanly manner, though his voice is hoarse with need.
"Three weeks? Damn that's illegal," Hugo said with a friend. "We should both see if we can take some time off. Take a staycation. Cuddle and fuck like bunnies for days."
Brows go up as he ponders over the idea. A staycation didn't sound bad at all. He could probably ask for a whole weekend off just to spend it with Hugo. The idea of just having the chance to grab the other and, just as he put it, fuck like bunnies for days was exciting enough— hell, he was sure Hugo could feel his excitement poking him in the back. »I accept« he signed to the other, pressing his coffee-heated lips against the other's cheek for a quick peck. »When? How long? Stay home or camp?« he asked hurriedly, barely leaving room for the other to read his signing, but his excitement is clear. »Why not call in now and fuck like bunnies all morning?«.
⚔·˚ ༘ ⋆ 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 & 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 ⋆ ༘˚·⚔··· a collection of deadly bargains, court games, freedom & chains roleplay sentence starters. genre: fantasy, enemies to lovers, power struggles.
• You fight like someone who has nothing left to lose. • I didn't free you from that place so you could throw your life away. • The king wants you dead. I'm supposed to be the one to do it. • You're not a prisoner anymore, so why do you still act like one? • I've killed for less than what you just said to me. • You think these pretty clothes make me forget what I am? • I saw you training at dawn. Who taught you to move like that? • The competition starts tomorrow. Try not to die in the first trial. • You're one of the king's assassins. I'm supposed to fear you, not— • I know what you did to earn your freedom. Was it worth it? • You can't save everyone in this castle. Stop trying. • I found blood on your balcony. Whose was it? • The Prince wants to see you. And no, you can't say no. • You've got three kills to my one. Should I be impressed or concerned? • I didn't expect the world's most feared assassin to like books. • You're hiding something. I can always tell when you're lying. • The king's guards are asking questions. What did you do? • I heard you screaming last night. Nightmares again? • You bow to no one, do you? That's going to get you killed. • I'm not your enemy. Though I understand why you'd think otherwise. • You could run. Right now. I'd let you. • You're good with a blade, but you fight angry. That's a weakness. • The princess trusts you. I'm not sure that's wise. • I saw the scars. How long were you there? • You're different than the others. I can't figure out if that's dangerous. • The king's champion shouldn't be afraid of anything. So why do you flinch when he enters the room? • The court thinks you're just a pretty ornament. They have no idea. • I found the letters you've been hiding. Who are you writing to? • You saved my life in that trial. I won't forget it. • The rebellion needs someone like you. Someone ruthless. • You're the first person I've met who isn't afraid of what I can do. • You've been free for months now. When are you going to start acting like it? • I know the king's secret. And now so do you. • You could have anyone in this kingdom. Why do you keep choosing solitude? • The foreign dignitaries are here. Try not to kill any of them. • You're playing a dangerous game with the court. Do you even have a plan? • The captain of the guard is in love with you. You know that, right? • I didn't survive this long by trusting people. But I'm trying to trust you. • You fight like you're still in chains. You're not anymore. • The magical wards around the castle are failing. Something's coming. • You told me you were done killing. So whose body is that?
Any attempts to open his eyes, to enjoy the view of rippled abs tensing and a strong chest begin to flex involuntarily across smooth skin, was futile. He didn't dare make eye contact, there nothing intimate or passionate about this; this was nothing but satisfying each others pleasure and lust. In Magnum's view, the taste of the man's cock, his musky scent, the aroma of his sweat and of his cock building up together in the confined space of Magnum's truck, was the only thing he sought; a man, just like Argis, overly endowed, thick, with the desire to use him like he wanted. Though he had not voiced his eagerness and undying hunger, he was glad that his internal monologue was practically being read by the man before him, when the pace of his hips began to quicken, the ferocity of his thrusts becoming rougher, less precise, inconsistent; he had sucked a lot of cock in his lifetime to know this was building up to the man's climax. The verbal admission was just the icing on the cake, but he could read that body like a damn book.
With every deep inward thrust, Magnum matched the speed and ferocity, jaw slacking, cheeks hollowing, lush pillowy lips tight around the thick mast, now a tinge of red from the abuse it was taking. His face was now glistening with sweat, the locks of his dark hair sticking to his forehead, temples and cheeks were wet with sweat, tears and drool that sputtered out when his lips met the very base of that delicious, addictive cock. He lost himself in his work, gurgling, gulping and sloshing that rod down like his damn life depended on it. It had been minutes since the assault began, and not once did he request a short break—that pretty, lengthy shaft was far more important than breathing. As he was starting to get into the beat of it, he groaned with his throat filled with cock upon feeling the hands taking possession of his head, securing a firm grip to still his position. Magnum, the obedient sub that he was, gladly did so without complaints. The hand braced to the outside of his hip was not to stop him in case of an emergency, nor was it to encourage him, it was simply to get some leverage and support to keep the rest of his body in position while Argis laid in the attack, fucking his mouth and throat with reckless abandon, chasing after his own pleasure.
The question landed on deaf ears. There was no way he could answer it, but with the way his lips were sealed and plugging around his meat, that should have sufficed as an answer. With one hand curled into his hip, the other came around, clasping at the spherical shape of that curved, large rump, in order to secure him in should he try to pull his cock free. His grip tightened every slightly, every thrust of balls to his chin filled the vehicle with the constant sound of drool sloshing, that length was soaked. As it neared the end, Magnum fought against the gag reflex, choking around the girth as it tunneled into his throat. Eyes were screwed shut now, his arousal at its peak, this was everything he wanted and more. The icing on the cake was to swallow every drop of the man's nut, and continue to milk him for however long he could take this, until his balls were drained.
Nostrils flare, and Argis fights the urge to quip at the man and let out a quiet 'good boy'. In any other situation, he would've spoken more, quipped more, teased more. But this? It was quick and dirty. Efficient. He couldn't blame the man— If anything, he could've praised him. He was quite aware of the size of his shaft and it was being masterfully engulfed by the other. Inch by inch, he watched the flesh disappear into the other's lips. Just the level of skill he was displaying was arousing enough to the Nurse— Hell, had he been cockier, he would've said something dirty about this being his reward for being such a good cocksucker.
Tension. He felt it build up. Argis spread his legs only slightly to adjust the height of his hips only a few milimeters, everything to line up perfectly with the man's lips. His fingers curled, almost as if to grab fistfuls of whatever he could of his dark hair and then— that's when the blond really picked up the thrusting. Sweat continued to drip down from his abs down to his hips, some from the tip of his nose. It was a struggle not to break out in moaning from the pleasure. For a moment, he just let go— forgot about his inhibitions and pistoned himself in and out of the warmth and tightness, just until his entire body tensed one last time.
Argis' right hand went to grip the edge of the truck roughly. The strength of his climax washed over his entire body, hips thrusting erratically into the man's throat. Two— three times he thrusted and paused, quite literally shooting his seed into the other's openness. Months of pent up orgasms and arousal erupted into an even larger load, testicles tensing upwards from the effort. Hell, even his knuckles went white from how hard he grabbed at the door frame. The nurse continued to move his fat pole into the other's mouth, fucking his skull with abandon, growling in a low, primal manner in an effort not to moan too loudly and get them caught.
