Mark Waters @zeb-waters - Tumblr Blog

txny-hale

He smiled and rolled his eyes “Okay, I’m just going to humor by saying this. Dealers are trash, don’t trust them, and if you become the dealer, remember that the minute you become one, the cartel, the police, everyone is your worst enemy, don’t let trafficking consume you that you start treating people like carrying bags or worst. And remember that there are ways far more useful and less risky to make yourself reach, like providing services that people need and can’t resist. For example, customize cars so the dealers can drive hem around the city. Or turning the basement into a sex club for only supernatural were they can do dark stuff, but all with contentment and they have to come by invitation or paying well.” He shrugged knowing that both projects would make him money, and don’t get him to lock away immediately since it would be hard to get caught with hands dirty.

Mark nodded at Tony’s concerns when it came to dealing. He wasn’t much in the idea of getting involved in drugs. Not of the fear of being caught, but people were too messy when it came to it. He much preferred to appear to have his hands cleaned. Listening to him, he smiled at Tony’s suggestions. “If you think the basement would work for such an idea, do it. I for the most part gave you free range when it comes to the club. And if you think there is something to do with customizing cars, look into it and give me your analysis. I trust you and will put money towards it if you think it will make a profit.”

#c: tony

maxnormalcy

“I mean, probably better than me complaining about shit there.” It was a joke, but it felt rough even coming from her. Managers no problem, she’s never actually met someone who owned a place she worked at before. “Not really, I cook a lot but I went to school for baking, cake design. So leaned more down the sweet path.” Shrugging a bit, “Oh you won’t regret it it’s a egg sandwich with bacon cooked in.”

A brow rose, but Mark did not say anything on her remark. It was hard to tell if she was trying to be lighthearted or what. “Oh, interesting. Sadly, I really do not partake in sweets too often.” Mark never had a sweet tooth. Plus, he never liked adding the calories of sweets to see how much he needed to work out. Listening to her order, he nodded. “Sounds good.” As the sever came up, he ordered what Alicia suggested along with his coffee order needing that dose of caffeine to survive.

#c: alicia

helena-dragoumis

She laughed wickedly and allowed herself to be lifted up and out of the car. Helena stumbled a little as she was placed on her feet but more from lightheartedness than anything else. She strode quickly towards the elevator, having a vague idea of where it was from the last time she was there and his hands barely left her so she could hardly walk in the wrong direction. Helena gasped as she was pushed up against the wall of the elevator, reaching out for Mark as he moved in to kiss her again. Blindly she reached for the panel, fingers skimming over the buttons before finding the one for the penthouse and pressing it. Her hands slipped under his jacket as he kissed her. She could feel hard muscle under the fabric and ran her hands lines.

The moment the two were in the elevator, Mark got slightly rougher pinning the woman against the wall as he captured her lips in a fiery kiss. Feeling the touch of her hand against his body, he softly moaned between their lips as he pressed himself against her, letting her know just how aroused he was. Within moments the doors opened and he continued to kiss along her neck as he while he guided her into his suite. In between kisses, he began discarding his clothes starting with his jacket tossing aside as they moved towards the bedroom.

#c: helena #nsfw #ish

helena-dragoumis

She rolled her eyes at him, moving into the kitchen to lean her hip against one of the counters. “Clearly someone takes a little too much pride in their appearance.” Helena brushed her curls out of her face, annoyed they were even there without her permission. “You’re forgetting i’m part of a dark coven.” She pushed off from the counter and moved to the coffee pot now that it was ready. “I’ve taken part of plenty of rituals that required less than you’re wearing right now. Nakedness means nothing to me.” She opened a couple of cupboards before she found a mug and poured herself a cup of coffee. Turning with the cup in her hands she looked him over again not bothering to hide that she was. It might have been a little bit of a lie. She found the naked body beautiful in all it’s forms, most she just never bothered to look at for too long.

“I need you to take me back to where you found me so I can try a locator spell.” She felt a lot better than she did last night. Her body ached but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle at this point. “I don’t have my phone or my keys which means I can’t get into my apartment or my car.” Luckily she didn’t have work later. Last thing she needed was to get up on stage with fading yellow bruises on her arms.

“Now there is something wrong with caring about your body?” Mark questioned. When she continued speaking, he found it amusing for some reason. “Oh, is that is the case I be more than happy to get rid of my boxers. Just curious though did all your dark magic victims have a body like mine?” The pixie eased his hand down chest towards his abs. “More importantly did any of them make you blush the way I am?” Yes, he just couldn’t help himself. He enjoyed teasing the woman. Something about her getting all hyped up just brought great satisfaction to him.

“Lovely, it has always been a dream of mine to be someone’s chauffer.” Usually, he called someone. Most likely Tony because he trusted the man, but sometimes on simple errands someone else among the ranks. “Shocking, here I thought magic could help start your car and open the door to your apartment. I have much to learn.” Finally the coffee finished and he walked over to the pot and pour both of them two mugs. “Do you want anything in your coffee? Or black?”

#c: helena

rebelliouscreativity

“I think I’m doing okay. I mean sometimes I feel like an idiot but my grades are good. I’m taking part of a production in the summer. Director is planning on inviting some local creative minds.” Jamie suddenly felt awkward talking about his actual major instead of just talking about english all the time. He knew his father didn’t exactly approve. He couldn’t remember one of his performances that his father had been too for as long as he’d been doing them so he’d stopped inviting him. He doubted his dad wanted to sit through a musical. “I’ll be okay. I shouldn’t be taking a vacation during the semester anyway.”

When the drink was put down in front of him Jamie eyed it warily. Picking up he glass he copied his dad and gave it a smell before wriggling his nose at the scent. “Uh… no not this type. I heard it’s the sort of thing you kinda grow into.” He took a sip and tried not to make a face as he tried to figure out what he’d just drunk. Liquid pepper? He coughed a little and put the glass down. “I was going to go for the sirloin. I know when you’re older you have to take care of yourself more but I doubt one stake is going to give you a dad bod. Unless that’s exactly what happens. You could probably rock it if you tried. You’re still pretty.”

There was a moment where Mark raised a brow at his son’s comment, but was relieved to hear he was getting good grades. “Sounds interesting,” he commented. A part of him knew he should show more interest, but it was hard to know what to say given their circumstances. “What exactly does the summer encompass with the production and everything?” Some part of him wondered if James was really okay or just saying it for his benefit. “You cannot take an extended weekend? Just something to help you relax?”

It never occurred to him James never tried this brand of bourbon. Truly, he figured his son tried a variety of things now that he was over twenty-one. Or perhaps even tasted a few things in his personal liquor cabinet, but he was not sure. “It will not be horrible, but I still have to maintain my routine when it comes to working out regardless of what I eat.” Mark looked at him curiously. “A dad bod? What exactly is a dad bod?”

#c: james

maxnormalcy

“I think in a…an establishment like this, everyone is a lot more friendlier than a retail or fast food place. You know like on a film set - you are comfortable, friendly and trust those around you, because what you’re doing is intimate on some level, and at the end of the day they are the ones who got your back.” She shrugged, wishing she could just shut up for once. Was her mouth a motor? Did it just keep going till she pulled the key out at the end of the night, bed sounded great. Glancing over at him she tried not to say ‘oh shit’ out loud, instead she opted for a forced smile. “Oh yeah - totally got you. Have to warn you though, super judgmental on food if I didn’t cook it.”

The woman brought up a good point when it came to the staff. Although, Tony handled most of the employees. Mark had to admit the few times he has had interactions with the different people they were nice. “Glad to hear the atmosphere is friendly.” As they took their seats, a lot of different conversation were taking place among the workers. Mark found it hard to keep track, so he decided just to focus his efforts on Alicia. “Are you a chef?” He question out of curiosity. “What do you plan on getting? I might just get whatever you get since I haven’t been here.”

#c: alicia

txny-hale

Tony chuckled, he knew better since the kid was nice and less handy than he or Lilith were at his age. He heard Mark and smirk nodding “Yeah I lived on the streets and went to jail remember, you know more what goes on the streets there than you do outside. You do know that what you said doesn’t tell me much of that your business will be? You will have to be a lot more specific, cause last time I was told I was only going to sell and move some merch, I ended up 11 years in jail. So, need to be know exactly what you are planning on doing so I can decide and if you a word on advice.”

Mark cocked a brow, “yes, I am aware of your background Tony.” It was hard to know what he could tell Tony without pulling him in too deep. Especially if the other male was not interested in such things. “Maybe it is best you don’t know, like they say ignorance is bliss. I would hate to get you into something that you don’t want to be part of. And knowledge on some operations is risky.”

#c: tony

helena-dragoumis

It was all rather intense and a level of intense she had never experienced before. Helena was breathless and a little lightheaded but his touch was grounding. She unbuckled her seat belt and though she wanted his hand between her thighs again she brushed him off so she could climb out of her seat and straddled him. She let out a breathy gasp as she felt how hard he was but wasted no time in rolling her hips down to rub up against him. “You’re not fucking me in your car.” She murmured against his lips before kissing him, pressing himself as close as she could. She could feel energy humming beneath the surface as he magic tried to decide just how it was suppose to react to this new feeling. Helena pushed it down as her hands slipped into his hair, last thing she needed was to lose control. She didn’t know if she could keep it in though, she’d never gotten to this point before, never gotten further. Her magic was going to be something she’d have to subconsciously keep tabs on.

The witch bedazzled him to say the least as their eyes met. As she shifted onto him, she elicited a soft groan as his hands moved to the bend of her back. Heat ran across his body, he could feel the energy between them as she teased him. “You’re mean,” he grumbled before their lips were locked in a fiery kiss. With their tongue twisting in passionate lip lock, he reached for the door handle. “If you don’t stop,” he said in a hesitant breath finally breaking from the kiss. Fuck, she was driving him wild. It took some careful maneuvering to help her out of the car and follow right behind her. Mark could hardly keep his hands off her as they headed to the elevator to head to the penthouse suite. Just outside the doors, he reached for her ass giving it a gentle squeeze. When the elevator doors chimed and they stepped in, he pushed her against the wall and began kissing her once again.

#c: helena #nsfw #ish

helena-dragoumis

Her body ached. Helena curled up, hiding her face under the covers before she realised it didn’t feel like her sheets. Poking her head over the covers she looked around the room with curiosity as she remembered where she was. Mark had taken her to his place. She needed to do a locator spell on her keys. Helena sat up and rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up the best she could before she left the room in search of her host. There were still the faintest signs of bruising on her arms but it was almost like last night hadn’t happened.

She reached up to run a hand through her hair and groaned as she felt the wild curls that has dried over night. Crawling out of bed she carefully stood up, relieved to feel the strength in her legs had returned. Moving to a mirror she sighed when she saw the natural curls that now had sprung up in the night. This was why she always washed her hair in the morning, so she could control what her hair looked like. Swearing to herself she wandered out of the bedroom to the kitchen where she was greeted with Mark’s tall form in nothing but his boxers. She stopped where she was, her face suddenly feeling hot as she remembered him helping her undress the night before. She cleared her throat to announce that she was there. “Is there coffee going?”

“Fuck,” Mark grumbled knowing he needed to have better stock of groceries at his place. Really, the pantry was atrocious as he looked at food that has probably been there for years all stale. When he heard footsteps in the kitchen, he turned towards her. A sly smirk formed along his lips when he noticed the heat spread across her cheeks. Clearly, she thought something of him when he was just in his boxers. “Enjoying the show?” He asked. “Just remember, you can look but you can’t touch.” Mark commented giving her a wink.

At her question, he chuckled. Coffee was apparently the one thing the man kept in stock at his place. “I am not a monster,” he told her. “Of course I have coffee. It is brewing now. Should be any moment. Feel free to fix yourself a cup.” His eyes looked over her body with the loose forming shirt hanging on her frame, reminding him of a different time. “Do you want me to get dressed and take you home after coffee? Or shall I call an Uber?”

#c: helena

brandyalexanders-moved-deactiva

#*#muse inspo

rebelliouscreativity

He hadn’t exactly been expecting to be the first to arrive but he had kinda been hoping his dad would be in the car when he was picked up too and that didn’t happen either. Jamie tapped his fingers against the table and wondered how long he would have to wait before it was reasonable for him to leave. He was already getting weird looks off of some of the waitstaff. He had just finished looking at the menu for the third time when his dad walked over and sat himself down making Jamie jump a little, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. Jamie rolled his eyes hearing his father call him James. “Uh yeah. They have a really good selection of steaks.”

Jamie looked round when he realised a server had arrived and before Jamie could even say anything his dad ordered them both drinks. A brand he wasn’t familiar with which left Jamie grabbing the drinks menu to see his dad had ordered him a Bourbon. Way to throw him in at the deep end. “I’m good. Uh, you know how it is, pressure gets ramped up the further into the year you get. I’ve been trying to balance things out. All work and no play makes jack a dull boy.”

Looking across the table, Mark suddenly felt old seeing his son. The young man was now of drinking age and it was still hard to believe. Time really did go by too fast, he thought he had time. He thought he would get the opportunity to be a father, but now all that faded away. “Glad to hear you are doing well. Indeed, how are you handling those pressures?” Mark inquired, wondering if he could alleviate some of the pressures for his son. “Maybe you need a small vacation or get away?”

When the server returned with the drinks, Mark thanked him and told him to come back in just a few more moments. Reaching for his glass, he lifted it to smell the aroma from the bourbon as he gently circled the contents in the glass. “Have you had this type before?” He questioned as he finally took a sip. “Anyway, I probably will get the bone in ribeye. I’ll regret it tomorrow, but I will hit the gym to make up for it. What do you plan on having?”

#c: james

maxnormalcy

She nodded, offering a short smile at his words. Nothing against him, he had the whole ‘I’m a boss’ vibes but she was pretty sure his smile read ‘I’ve got secrets’… not legal secrets. No, nope, none of her business, as long as the club wasn’t getting attacked or raided in either shape or form dude could make his money however he wanted. Was it stupid if she offered to help him in anyway? Maybe he paid really good for being secretive. Glancing back over she shook her head at the question.

“Not personal I guess – um – well it was a quick job at first, but made it clear I don’t put on shows for anyone, not for what some of the guys pay at the places. Um… Like everyone I work with. Now I guess I just like my job, not looking to make a career out of it but yeah.”

Mark listened to her explanation, he understood not wanting to put on a show for anyone. It was not anything he held against the woman. After all, the club also survived on other aspects of it. Not just the stripping. “Understandable, glad to hear you enjoy everyone you work with.” He said with a soft smile. Despite his usual demeanor, he did prefer when people got along.

The two finally arrived at the place and he got out of the car and walked with her inside. “I’ve never been here. You are going to have to enlighten me on what is good and what isn’t,” he stated as they headed towards the tables in the back where everyone was located.