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Alan Reacher as Jack Reacher Reacher 2.03 "Picture Says a Thousand Words"

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Daria always enjoyed playful banter. She wasn't one to simply enjoy the chase of someone, only for it to lead to something platonic. When she flirted with someone it was with genuine interest in them. The fact that Akila was with someone didn't deter her. It wasn't her intention to get in the middle of anything, she simply wanted Akila -- badly.

She gave a small laugh to her suggestion, then nodded in agreement. Daria would make good on that at some point, given how stimulated she was by images. Especially at the prospect of Akila offering pictures of herself that were revealing or suggestive in anyway. Daria placed her glass down, her eyes quickly traveling from her drink back up to meet her hosts' eyes. "I could ask for anything hmmm? To be honestly, simply a night in with you is more than enough. Just the two of us enjoying each other's company in anyway we seem fit," she told her. Although her words might have seemed innocent enough, her smile was anything but tepid. "But I could give some very specific requests, if for anything just to see if you'd live up to your word," she added.

At this rate, Akila wasn't sure if the two would make it out of the house. Really, there was no need, considering she and Finn kept their bar in the basement fully stocked - but they were both dressed for a night out, so they'd have to leave eventually unless they wanted their outfits to go to waste.

"Is that right? Hmm. Maybe you should have. I could have gotten creative with it." She giggles, hand still resting on the redhead's thigh. Akila had no intentions on moving it any time soon - she liked the feeling of the other's warm skin beneath her own. "You know you can ask me for just about anything and I'll oblige. That's what best friends are for, right?"

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Daria wasn't counting down the days before Lexi would be leaving. In fact, she tried to forget about that fact as best she could, knowing she'd be going back home to finish her college degree. She put it in the back of her mind, pretending that day would never get there. Daria wasn't exactly thrilled to be paired in her dorm room with a study-abroad student. If for anything, he knew they would be rather disappointed by her presence as host. Although Daria had been born in Norway, she had traveled the world in her youth as part of her father's job. From Dallas, to Delhi, to Venice, to Vancouver, she'd lived all over in her youth, ultimately leading her to the University of Oslo where she currently studied.

Daria walked in to their dorm, a tote bag in hand with groceries. Daria had bought some items she knew Lexi liked, as she had gotten to know her in the past few weeks. This semester is going to go by too quickly, she thought to herself, knowing that was how long the study abroad program was for. Finally she entered their shared room, looking around to see if she had beaten her home.

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Muse: Damian

FC: Alan Ritchson

Age range: 40s

Sex: Cis Male

Status: Single

Sexuality: Straight

Profession

Private Investigator

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New Muse Alert

Alan

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Diego agreed with her, silently at first. He didn't want to admit it but his moral compass made him hesitate as well. When Diego had decided to once again start dating after his divorce, it wasn't meant to be in a situation such as this. But events conspired to bring the two of them together -- at least in Diego's opinion. But despite the fact he wanted to empathize with Zinnia's partner, all he could think about was his own desire for Zinnia. "I know..." he trailed off, wanting that to be the end of it, hoping the utterance of those words would erase how he felt about her. But it didn't happen that way. Instead, Diego had slowly began to close the gap between the two of them. "I'm not here to break you up, or make things more complicated. I just, want to make you happy. You make me feel things I haven't in so long. It's selfish, I know, especially if you don't feel the same way as I do," he said solemnly.

" i really shouldn't, " it was as if she'd suddenly remembered, oh yeah... she was in a relationship now. why did that always seem to be the way with them?? when he was married, zinnia knew she had to stay far away as she could. she didn't want to be a homewrecker, that felt very against her heart. but somehow wanting him while she was with someone else didn't count to her heart. zinnia sighed and moved away from him, unable to help but glimpse at where his ring had once been. " you got a whole city to pick from, and i got a man... maybe we should chill, " || @basicxutopia

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idk man i think that's called objectification or something...

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Carson loved to keep Ula on her toes. For his whether it was soft and sweet, or deep and passionate, he didn't care what style their intimacy was. It always left him completely satisfied. It was fun for him to keep her guessing, unsure what he was going to do next, truly a best of both worlds situation. As her hands wandered, his did the same before finding her wrists and pinned them behind her. It was just as difficult for him as it was her, loving her her tender fingertips caressed his muscular physique.

Despite the subtle restraint that he placed on her wrists, his hips began to move more freely than before. It was a slow, methodic pace, letting her get used to the rhythm of his cock sliding in her tight folds. "Fuck... Ula," he groaned under his breath, loving whenever she spoke in her native tongue. It was a challenge for him not to completely rip into her, instead opting for something that would create a much longer buildup, presumably for the both of them. As he slammed back down, every inch of his prick buried deep inside of her before tugging it back out. "I want every inch of you. I want the entire hotel to hear you scream my name in pleasure," he whispered in her ear between their passionate kisses. Then, his hips began to gyrate again, picking up speed and intensity with each repetition.

The electric reaction of Ula's body to Carson's wasn't just because he was filling her up and stretching her out. No, the little spasms of her muscles around him came with every brush of his full lips on her neck and lower. He surprised her with his tenderness and then surprised her again with the whispered words. "Then do it, Kalasahan." Beloved, the word felt fitting for Carson long before they'd taken this next step.

Ula gasped with the snap of Carson's hips, her small hands gripping the muscles of his arms as her heels dug into the bed and she met his thrusts with a lifting of her hips from the bed. The brunette moaned every time he rutted her back into the mattress in a cadence of pleasure. Moving her hands up the hard muscles of his chest, she pulled Carson's mouth back to hers in a heated kiss, whimpers pouring into his mouth as her tongue danced with his. No one had ever made her feel like this and she didn't know her body. Distracted by his mouth and how good he felt, the tension in her muscles and racing of her heart went unnoticed until she came again, body quaking beneath him as she called out his name in surprise.

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Carson: I'd be specific about your tats. But knowing you, you'd have more by now. Carson: I know. I'm sorry. I wish I had a good excuse. Something to make it all make sense. But I don't. I was just hoping we could reconnect it all.

Sicily: Well...yeah, I did.

Sicily: But anyone could look on my insta and see that.

Sicily: Besides, Carson dumped me senior year. He wouldn't just randomly miss me.

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Welcome to my RP blog! I am always looking for new writing partners, so long as you are over the age of 21. I am 21+ and have been roleplaying on tumblr for about 5 years now. Feel free to contact me via messenger to plot anything out! 

Muses:

[Carson] 

[Diego]

[Trent]

[Octavian]

[Marco]

[Izel]

[Kalani]

[Daria]

[Derwyn]

Wanted Plots: Here Wanted Opposites: Here

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His work really had become his life at this point. But it wasn't a result of his passion for the profession. It simply had to do with his client. Verona was captivating, and he was certain that he wasn't alone in that feeling. Kalani couldn't help but to chuckle at her assessment. "I'm not trying to talk myself into a pay decrease. But I feel overpaid as it is," he assured her. Kalani would have continued on this job for nothing, if it meant he'd be able to spend time with her.

Kalani's eyes locked with hers as she spoke. He wondered how many would have stood down with all of her attention on them, as she had done with him. Through no fault of her own, or maybe it was by design, Verona could be intimidating. Instead of taking an opportunity to back away, Kalani only approached the woman further. "I'd like to think so. There isn't a moment of the day when I'm not focused on you. It's part of the job. Wouldn't want you think I was doing it half-assed," he said through his smile. That was only half the truth. Giving her his attention was easy, it was as if it couldn't be pulled away from her. "I'm just wondering if you're working because you're obsessed with it. Or if you just like my company too much to say goodnight."

verona liked being alone: learning from her former years by being miss lowell, she found out the best company you could ever get is your own. that didn't mean she wasn't fond of people, after all, all of her artworks and everything she taught revolved around people. still, there was some beauty on being alone she had only seen by being left alone multiple times by her husband. that being said, verona didn't mean for kalani to come into her life: it only happened naturally. he was supposed to be her bodyguard, taking care not only of her safety, but also of the most precious thing in the world for her: her studio. there was some gratitude in her, especially because she knew that he was doing way more than just his job.

"so that's all about paying your bills, wanting some raise..." he could see how much of a joke that sentence was by just looking at her: smile on the corner, playful eyes, relaxed posture, amongst many other body signs. verona could spot right away the ones who were working for the money. kalani wasn't one of them, and that was precisely why he was still working for her. "that is why you pay so much attention to me, hm?" hues locked on his for the first sentence, then looking away "you take care... and to do so, you must pay attention. am i wrong?" the usual disguised flirt was introduced the moment she noticed he was getting closer. verona was safe from the initial distance, so his approach might add lightness on her conscience.

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Michael Mando as Nacho Varga in S6E03 of Better Call Saul

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Kalani could recall initially taking the job. It was supposed to just be something to bridge him to his next career -- never to be a career itself. But once he had gotten to know Verona, his desire and search for another job ceased. It started innocently enough, simply enjoying working for the woman. But it evolved into something much more. Kalani would describe it as more of a friendship than work relationship. If he was being deeply honest with himself, it was more than anything platonic. Kalani did his best to keep those feelings to himself, knowing that it wasn't only unprofessional, but Verona was already spoken for.

However, it didn't stop what seemed to be their natural chemistry from playing out. Even if Kalani wanted that to cease, it would have been impossible. "I get paid well enough. What's another couple hours of watching over you," he said with a shrug, a playful smile on his lips as he leaned slightly against her desk. There was no place else he would rather be, than here with Verona. "After all, your safety is what's most important," he added. Kalani wondered if she had let her husband know where she was. It wasn't his business at all, but the thought couldn't help but to creep into his mind.

something on kalani’s methods of working for her made her feel some kind of comfort. comfort. that was a fun word for verona, who hasn’t been able to feel the slightest bit of comfort in a long time. it was his job to make her feel like she was safe, but it definitely wasn’t his job to bring her comfort. in fact, there were plenty of things kalani did that weren’t really his job, all of which verona couldn’t help but wonder what was it that made him so efficient. kalani was slowly becoming someone whose interests were starting to bring some curiosity upon the red-headed: she couldn’t picture what he did in his free times. as someone who was built by curiosity, she would always find her way to discover a few things about him, always by directly finding any excuse to talk to him.

by not only responding to her question but also showing her he paid attention to whichever things she was doing, kalani made verona feel flattered - even though she would never show that. so she laughed as a response, gathering some papers and walking to the other side of the room. “i’m glad you remember that. it makes both our works easier.” she blinked. although she was not a harsh boss, she knew that plenty just wouldn’t work with her because of her workaholic trait. it got heavy, sometimes, she knew that. still, finding the ones who are willing to stay… that was the path she wanted to go through. this path brought kalani to her life, and she was glad. he was really one of a kind when it came to his work. “are you sure you’re really telling me to take my time? i live in a different time zone at work, kalani, you must have noticed. which means there’s no time to end…” she then turned to face him for a bit. “which means you’re stuck. with me.” with an extremely subtle smile, verona kept her eyes on the male standing next to her. “are you sure you’re making the right decisions for yourself, mister?”

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Carson: I don't need any of that. I just wanted to see how you were. Carson: Are you still working as a tattoo artist? You open your own shop yet?

Sicily: Yeah, suuuuure.

Sicily: Next you tell me you're no longer famous and need my credit card info because you're stuck in a different country lol

Sicily: You know what, I'll bite.

Sicily: What's something only Carson would know, if you ARE him?

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"Glad to know I'm not alone in that," he said with a grin. Carson liked to imagine that Marsha had on a smile that matched his own on the other side of the conversation. "I can make myself available for that," he told her, not wanting to appear to eager. But the thought of showering with her was more than exciting to him. "But I should warn you, if that happens we might start your new exercise regiment this evening," he teased.

Marsha was 'out on the town' she had just executed two men for not doing as she said and was handed her phone by her assistant as she went to her car. She smiled at the name on the phone and the picture of the contact.

"Carson darling! I have been feeling a little unhealthily so you must have her my celulite forming. Is this a call to come back as my trainer and stress relief?"

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Carson was always thrilled when he heard Marsha's voice. It didn't matter what the occasion, she had a way of putting a smile on his face. "I'm sorry to hear you've been feeling unwell. You know I'm always here for you, no matter what. You know I'm always at your service. You don't need to wait for me to call you," he teased. "I was wondering actually, what you were up to this evening?" he asked her.

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Kalani's work day was technically over. But he couldn't be pried from Verona's late night studio sessions. To be fair Kalani enjoyed every aspect of working for Verona, but there was something special, sentimental about being with her after his day was officially over. Kalani's large frame sauntered into her door frame. He didn't even try to be stealthy, there really was no point in that.

"Even if I said you were, would you?" he teased. His voice was deep and gravelly, piercing through the natural tranquility of the night. "I believe on my first day you reminded me who signed who's checks," he added for good measure, taking a few steps deeper into the office. His hands were in the pocket of his jacket, his messy hair a bit frizzy after a long day of watching over her. "You can stay as long as you want. I have no where else to be." That wasn't exactly true, but there was certainly no place he'd rather be.

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it wasn't the first and it wouldn't be the last time verona had stayed late on her office: she had so many good reasons to stay... only starting by the fact that she loved her job more than anything in the world. even more than coming home to her husband. if she was honest... well, it had been years since their marriage wasn't a thing that brought joy to her life. that was why she would always choose her job.

by the second she lifted her eyes up a bit, she looked around and frowned her eyebrows as soon as she spot his figure "am i supposed to leave just yet?" she asked, looking down to her papers. "how could i, after the astonishing exhibition today?" although she was just complimenting her own exhibition, she did want to hear what he had to say about that.

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