#thread; eric

[nastyfck]

@divinelygifted​; for alaric to get into a little bit of trouble

Honestly he should have expected this outcome. People could never resist snooping around. Now, Eric had caught one red-handed, but he was still deciding what to do with the man in question — besides, it wasn’t just his decision alone.

The locale had been rather prestige and highly sought after, especially since it had a high traffic, and thus it made perfect sense to open up a gym as a front for smuggling drugs right here. It was simple enough, renovating, buying the equipment, hiring staff and fitness trainers and paying them well enough that they don’t end up going where they’re supposed to be. Or at least that was the way it should have been. “Alaric, was it? Now, I see you’ve got yourself into a bit of a bind. Got a lil’ too nosy.” The mafia boss had cornered the man in the back room where he’d inevitably found the goods, but he didn’t even so much as glance at the other, instead concentrating on typing away at his phone. Once the message was sent, Eric looked back up, his smile patronising, “Honestly, you could have just stuck to your job and maybe avoided all this mess.”

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@hctbcdies​ [from here]

juno looked up from his phone with an ‘excuse me?’ look on his face. he recognized the man from meeting him in passing but he wouldn’t be able to tell you much of anything past his first name….if he even remembered that. he was sat at the bar after a long day of working on his tenants’ apartments. leaking pipes, runny faucets, clogged drains. you name it, he dealt with it. it was a good thing he was as multi-skilled as he was. otherwise, he’d be paying out the ass for someone else to do it for him.

“oh, really? is that how you start all your conversations?” he asked with a bit of a scoff before taking a sip of his beer. “i guess when they say chivalry is dead, they really meant it.”

His name is spoken hushed whispers along the streets, between the lips the rats and beaks of birds, like a warning or a threat. People knew not to mess with him, and those that didn’t, learned. His face however, was less well known, which made for a nice surprise when he’d been disrespected or when he caught someone breaking his rules.

“Usually there’s less talking involved.” Eric liked making big men submit., especially ones that were larger than him. The challenge to get them to do so willingly excited him, and if that failed he could always force them to. With great power come great abuse of that power, and all the benefits of that abuse.

The mafia boss titled his head, grin clear on his face, “I still meant every damn word.” He’d seen Juno around when his men had called the handyman to fix up some of the general household appliances in a few of the houses they frequented at the time. To say he got a craving when he’d seen the other bent over would be an understatement, and sure that probably wasn’t the best opener, but fortune definitely favours the bold.

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@poisonapplc​; for an undercover bunny.

Eric wasn’t stupid. He’d known the police had infiltrated his establishment when the people running it hired that musclebound hunk; and he let it happen. What? They didn’t think he wouldn’t do a through background check on everyone that comes through those doors? He could laugh: fresh off the academy and they dared send him in like that? Whatever, it was his gain after all. No, it was his to gain; just another beefcake to add to his harem.

Still, he had to act completely unawares. Hells, he’d even have had to feed some information (nothing too damaging to his businesses of course) so the rookie cop could report it all back to his superiors, let him think he was still in the game when he wasn’t even a player. Right now was one such incident: Nathan was hovering around, clearly trying to eavesdrop on the meeting between his clients, one of which was a decently high-profile politician — though one could argue he was doing his job, both as a waiter and as a policeman. The mafia boss would gladly help with that. Eric gestured the man over, giving him a very obvious once over; damn was he delectable... “Another round of drinks for these fine gentlemen here, and another scotch for me. Thanks doll.” Just as soon as he was done, he turned back to his clients and continued the conversation like Nathan wasn’t even there. He would have loved to watch him leave but giving the impression that the cop was unimportant and unthreatening was key to bringing his guard down.

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@skywrites​

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” Eric grabbed the man’s hand with force; it was clear as day that the other was snooping around but his purpose had yet to be determined. The mafia boss would certainly have words with the men that were supposed to be here later (or a bullet), but right now he had to deal with the guy before him. Eric had seen the man in question lurking about the past few days, never really witnessing the other actually working on the construction project like the rest of his colleagues were hired for. He wasn’t too concerned, they did a through background check on everyone — and there really wasn’t anything incriminating in this particular property; but Eric could never be too cautious, and most people knew well enough to stay where they were supposed to be.

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dirty talk meme | accepting [ @multipackers ] skipper: “I just want to wrap my ass around your cock.” 

when he’d first met skipper — discovered really — at some random truck stop, he’d been determined to create some kind of leverage while still having a good time. but the truth was apparently that was largely unnecessary. skipper was all too willing to come with him, figuratively speaking... (and well sometimes literally). eric didn’t have to own the politician’s son, but he certainly had him wrapped around his finger, well and his men’s, considering they’d passed skipper around themselves all too many times. it certainly had an effect on the younger man, who was clearly spending less and less time at truck stops and gloryholes and what have yous.

eric’d grown a thick beard in that time, his shadowed scruff maturing into full on facial hair. and as much as he was different, the mobster was still pretty much the same man since they’d met. similarly, the same could be said about skipper: still the same old insatiable slut from months prior.

so when skipper said that, the mafia boss barked out a unsurprised laugh. eric reaches around skipper, squeezing his ass, “and why don’t you?” sure they were in a crowd, but it wasn’t like the other wasn’t used to the attention — in each of the opposite ends of hatch’s social spectrum — especially in a scene like this. the bass was thumping and the lights strobed across their faces but no one was watching, yet...

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best kisser? worst kisser? best at deepthroating? worst handjobs? loudest (in bed and in public)? who can actually sing tho

best kisser?

He’s had a lot of time to practice and master the art.

worst kisser?

Worst out of the lot but doesn’t mean he’s bad. He’s just not big on the whole kissing thing.

best at deepthroating?

“M — ”

“Jesus, just shut the fuck up for once Mr. I-Take-Fists-Up-My-Ass. It’s me, and I can prove it.”

worst at handjobs?

Again. Worse of the lot, doesn’t mean he’s bad. But he gives blowjobs like a fucking champ. Catch him sucking his boss off under the meeting table, or fucking his boss in his office. He’s fearless like that.

loudest (in bed and in public)?

“I do like everyone knowing that my lover and I are having a great time. Might even let you join in.” Not to mention the fact, that with volume comes greater spell power for that sex magic stuff that he’s so good at. (Though some do require a softer, gentler approach.)

who can actually sing tho

“You’re kidding right? Have you heard the things I can do with my voice?”

If you’re sick of all that magical bs douchery, and if you’re lucky stalkery enough to be near enough to Miles, you’ll hear his heavenly voice when he showers.

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@carnalxbrawn

          “Fuck. Treat him, off the record, or you’ll be sorry.” Damn this all to hell, stupid Jimmy got himself shot in a simple shootout. At least, he had the man responsible in his grasp, and was now in a torture chamber somewhere getting what he deserved. “And don’t even think of calling the cops.” While Eric had control of a large number of cops, this district wasn’t part of his territory, and thus he was (loathe to admit) weaker in power here. He wouldn’t even be here if he thought Jimmy could make it back to his district without bleeding out. The doctor before him seemed adamant in lawful nature, warring with the hippocratic oath within him, and while Eric did threaten the other, he had yet to bring his gun into play.