#sicario 2 imagine

[spooky-pomegranate]

Pablo's Ghost (Part 4)

Colonel Carrillo x F Reader (18+) 🔥 Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: After ten months apart, Carrillo shows you how badly he’s missed you. (Part 1) (Part 2)(Part 3)

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There’s something to be said about expectations. While it’s true they often unceremoniously faded away when life can no longer compete with the vivid nature of dreams, expectations are born from observations. They’re created after listening, watching, and experiencing the world and people around us. They’re a dream of what could be based on what has been.

And your expectations of Carrillo were no different. They were created from your memories, from the years you had spent watching him, listening to him, and yearning for him. You didn’t mean to craft them, but they existed within you just the same.

During your time in Colombia, you’d seen Carrillo use his strength to be rough. His powerful arms pushed, grappled, and tossed his enemies around like they were nothing more than rag-dolls. His large hands clawed, punched, and dug aggressively into the flesh of those who dared to cross him. And his deft fingers jabbed, scratched, and squeezed around the throats of sicarios who tried in their wicked ways to tear his country apart.

But as you lay there beneath him, feeling his weight press down upon you every expectation you had of Carrillo was challenged. Where you had expected him to be rough he was soft. Where you had expected him to be fast he was slow and where you had expected him to be mean he was gentle.

The same arms that threw men to the ground carefully held you against him. The same hands that left bruising marks on his enemies, traced delicate patterns across your ribs. And the same fingers that squeezed the triggers of violent weapons, caressed you with a touch so loving it took your breath away.

When you had crawled onto your bed and spread your legs open for him you had meant it as a challenge. You’d hope he’d snap like a wild animal deprived of food and devour you whole. But he hadn’t. He’d told you he wanted to give you more than that. He told you that you deserved more than that. And it was then you knew that Carrillo wasn’t going to fuck you. He was going to break every expectation you had of him and he was going to make love to you. He was going to leave you satiated in ways you had never imagined.

It had started when propped up on your elbows and spread wide open, you had begged him.

“Horacio, I have never loved anyone the way that I love you. I want you. All of you. So please Carrillo… please, I can’t wait any longer. I want to lose myself in you.”

And then he smiled and answered you with a honeyed question.

“Then how could I ever deny you, mi amor?”

It was then he had moved slowly toward the foot of your bed, reaching for the hem of his polo and carefully lifting it over his head. His broad chest was exposed to you for the very first time and you couldn’t help but trail your eyes over his muscles, his beautiful skin, his patch of tufted dark hair that trailed deliciously from his lower stomach into his trousers.

And then you saw them—the healed marks, the remnants of Pablo’s fury, the bullet wounds. There were half a dozen of them, each small, round, and pinkish. The scars were a reminder of how hard Carrillo must have fought to get back here… to come home to you. They made your heartache and you whispered his name.

“Carrillo.”

At the sound of your voice, he moved.

Underneath you, the bed dipped as he sunk one knee onto the mattress and then the other. His hands tenderly reached for your ankles, his calloused palms touching you with a reverence reserved for the most delicate and holy of creatures. Then his lips followed, giving each joint a fleeting and dulcet kiss.

You wanted to tell him how beautiful he looked revering you, but your words caught in your throat. You were entirely too enraptured with the view before you. He was a vision you never expected. He was something so much sweeter.

Carrillo continued his adoration, touching and kissing every inch of you: your legs, your knees, your thighs, your stomach, your ribs. Nothing was left untouched, nothing was left unworshipped. And every time he reached a new place you managed to find a way to breathlessly thank him for his affection. Your hands stroked his arms, you brushed back his soft hair, and you trailed lingering lines across the taut muscles of his abdomen. All the while you offered him bawdy praises that’d dripped from your mouth like sugary syrup.

“You feel so good.” “You look incredible.” “You’re so strong.” You had said.

And that’s how you found yourself here with Carrillo’s body hovering over you and all of your expectations of him completely and utterly shattered. But it was perfect and you couldn’t get enough.

He brought his lips up to the shell of your ear.

“Let me see all of you,” he whispered and you willingly obeyed.

Wordlessly, with one arm you reached behind your back and unclasped your bra. Your breasts spilled out before him and Carrillo groaned. The vibrations of his moan reached straight to your core, and like adding fuel to a raging bonfire, your desire for him burned hotter.

Carrillo’s lips left the shell of your ear and he kissed down the side of your jaw, to your neck, and then lower until his mouth found your breasts. His tongue swirled slowly around your nipple before he sucked it gently into his mouth.

Still propped up on your elbows you couldn’t help but arch into his touch. You whined as Carrillo slid his hands behind your back to pull you closer. He continued to lick, suck, and kiss you until his mouth moved from to your other breast and again you cried out as he lavished it with the same rapt attention. It was all so much and at the same time not nearly enough.

“Please…” you whimpered.

You reached down and thread your hand through Carrillo’s hair, tugging at him until, with a loud and wet pop, he finally let go of your peaked nipple.

“Si, mi amor?” He asked innocently.

Carrillo's gaze met yours and you nearly melted in a puddle. The combination of love and lust he held behind his chestnut eyes was too perfect. But still, you wanted to see something more. You wanted to see him come undone.

“I want to taste you, Horacio,” you said before pushing forward and kissing him, your tongue swirling inside his mouth.

Carrillo pulled back, before resting his forehead against yours. He took a deep breath.

“Do you mean-” he started.

“Yes.” You didn’t let him finish.

Carrillo buried his head into the crook of your neck.

“Aye dios, dame fuerzas,” he mumbled into your skin before quickly pinning you to his chest and rolling you both over. You yelped in surprise at the abrupt way Carrillo moved you both with such ease. It made him laugh and it made you smile.

Your legs were straddling his still clothed thighs and your hands rested on his bare chest. You could feel his heart beat rapidly underneath your sprawling palms as you pushed yourself upright. His chest rose and fell more rapidly than it had before. You could tell that he liked this, you on top of him, his head resting against your pillow that smelled like your perfume. You wonder if he wanted this from the moment he entered your apartment. You wonder if he’d fantasized about this while you were apart.

Carrillo slid his hands down your back to your hips and his grip tightened ever so slightly as you leaned forward to give him another gentle kiss. At the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin, you unconsciously rocked your hips forward. And then you felt it… Carrillo’s desire for you, rock hard and still trapped underneath the fabric of his khakis.

“Mhmmm,” he groaned.

The bonfire inside you became an inferno. You rocked your hips again. Carrillo’s groan became a growl.

“Cariño,” he said looking up at you, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them, “are you trying to tease me?”

Your eyes closed and your head fell back as you slide your hands down his chest and over his scars until they brushed the waistband of his pants.

“No. I just…” Your voice faded into silence as your fingers played with the button on his khakis.

“Are you nervous, mi vida?” Carrillo asked his own voice husky and low. You sighed before answering.

“No. I just want you so badly. I’ve wanted this for so long. I… I can’t believe you’re real. I can’t believe you came back to me.”

You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss over a scar just below his right shoulder. Your lips lingered around the mark before moving to another scar on his chest. His skin, tan and smooth, tasted salty against your lips. Carrillo closed his eyes and stayed silent, letting your lips trace over every healed wound. When you’d kissed the last scar by his waist he reached for your cheek, gently cupping your face in his hands.

“You asked me to fight and I promised you that I would cariño.” You looked up at him, your eyes wide and glossy. “You have to know by now that I would do anything for you. Anything you ask of me, I’ll give it to you.”

“Horacio.” You whispered his name with the same holy reverence he had touched you with and it made his heart skip. He wondered what he’d done to deserve something as sweet and beautiful as you.

You slide further down Carrillo’s legs and as you did your eyes immediately fell to the place where you had ground against him. A wet spot remained, darkening the light fabric. With anyone else you might have been embarrassed but with Carrillo it only made you more aroused.

You made short work of the button and zipper on his khakis before Carrillo lifted his hips and you pushed his pants and boxers off his frame. And then the world stopped. Your breath caught in your throat. Now sprung forth from his underwear, Carrillo again subverted your expectations. He was slightly bigger and so much thicker than you ever could have imagined. The tip of his cock was reddening and a single bead of pre-cum leaked down the side.

You reached out tentatively and took hold of him in your hand. As you ran your thumb over his tip you tried to imagine him inside of you. You immediately felt a thudding pulse in between your thighs.

“God, you’re so big,” you whined as you began to stroke him slowly up and down, your fingers brushing over his bulging veins. Carrillo groaned and his hips shifted forward seeking more of your touch.

“I know cariño. I know. You don’t have to- hughhhh,” Carrillo’s voice cut out as your lips wrapped around his cock and you pushed him deep into your mouth. His head fell back against your pillow as you bobbed up and down, taking him as far as you could without choking. You hummed around him, enjoying his slightly salty and musky taste.

“You look so pretty like this,” Horacio hissed, after propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch you better. And god was he ever enraptured with the view. Your lips were stretching, your cheeks hollowing, your saliva dripping everywhere… god you were making him feel so good.

You pushed your head way down to his base and Carrillo dug his hands into your hair… fuckkk maybe you were making him feel too good.

“Querida…” he said, practically begging. “Easy, mi amor. I don’t want to be done with you so soon.”

Your heart fluttered as you pulled away and looked up. He was panting, his body strung tight with tension. He reached for your hands and as you interlocked your fingers with his he pulled you back towards his lips.

There was more fire behind his kiss this time. It still wasn’t bruising when he slot his mouth over yours and chased after your tongue but it was more intense. It was more possessive. It was more demanding. And it was unquestionably more exhilarating too. Knowing you had this kind of power over the strongest man in Columbia made the inferno growing in your chest spread.

You felt like you were burning. He felt like he was burning. You didn’t know how much longer you both could tease each other like this. You were going to explode. But Carrillo must have sensed your patient was running thin because he moved quickly, rolling you over again so your back was on the mattress and he was pressed on top of you.

You smiled so big that he couldn’t help but smile back at you.

“I like when you do that,” you said, squeezing his hands that were still interlocked with yours, “I like it when you toss around me like I'm nothing.”

Carrillo's eyes turned dark. He realized maybe he didn’t need to hold himself back as much with you. Maybe you wanted things to be a bit rougher, a little bit more aggressive. He could do that. He could be that man for you. He let go of your hands.

And then Carrillo reached in between your thighs and in one quick and powerful move ripped away your underwear, pulling it off your body and tossing it to the floor. You yelped again and his smile inadvertently turned wicked. He liked coaxing these noises out of you. These little whimpers and whines… they were better than anything he had dreamt about over the past ten months.

He slid his hand down your ribs, over your stomach, and then to your thighs. But before he could sink his fingers into your wet cunt, you pulled at his wrist, yanking his hand away.

“I don’t want to wait anymore. Please…” You begged as you pushed your hips toward him, rubbing up against his hard cock.

“Mierda,” he hissed before grabbing your hands again and pinning them above your head on the mattress. Carrillo kept you there with one hand while his other hand grabbed his cock. He lined himself up with you.

“Are you sure, mi vida? Tell me you’re ready.” Carrillo asked, his voice practically a growl as he slowly stroked himself.

“I’m ready,” your voice was ragged and desperate, “I love you.”

He pushed into you and you whined again, loudly. You really hoped Steve and Javier weren’t home right now, because you knew this was just going to be just the beginning of the noises Carrillo was going to draw from you tonight. You squeezed your eyes shut and dug your fingers into his hands, searching for something to ground you to bring you back to earth. The pain and pleasure coursing through your body made your head spin. It was perfect. He was perfect.

Carrillo didn’t know if he could move. He didn’t know if he could breathe. You felt so good wrapped around him that his mind was going totally blank. For a long moment, you both froze. You stayed motionless and joined together with his throbbing cock halfway inside you.

But eventually, Carrillo moved again, finding the strength to set a steady and slow pace. It was intoxicating and you knew he felt it too. Carrillo struggled to stay silent above you. He groaned and mumbled a slew of incoherent Spanish phrases in your ear. There was something about how pretty you looked, how tight you felt, how sweet you sounded.

And with every thrust, every roll of his hips, every single growl he gave you, it pushed you closer to the edge. You felt a knot tighten in your stomach.

“Horacio I’m going to…”

“Come for me, mi amor.”

Then with a particularly vicious snap of his hips, you felt the knot uncoil as the world went white and fuzzy around you. You called his name again and again as your back arched off the mattress and he finally let go of your hands. You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands found purchase on your back.

“Me estás volviendo loco,” he said as he pulled you upright.

You both were kneeling together on the mattress as he continued to thrust up into you. The new angle sent you hurtling toward another orgasm. He was deeper now, inside you completely to the hilt.

“You’re so good for me, cariño… so good,” he breathed into your ear as one of his hands slid up your back and into your hair. You rested your forehead into the crook of his neck, trying desperately to hold on. But when he spoke next, you couldn’t control yourself. His words were too sweet.

“Te amo más que a nada. Mi corazón es tuyo… tuyo.”

That was it. You let go. You dropped off of a cliff and slipped out of your body as you fell. Carrillo felt your orgasm take claim of you. The pulsing waves of your orgasm were sluggish and each undulation took its time washing over you in long drawn-out swells.

Your body went weak. Your cunt spasmed around his cock, squeezing him, pulling him further inside you. Carrillo couldn’t control himself. He groaned low and deep and with one final thrust, he joined you. The knot you had felt in your stomach had tightened around his cock and you pulled every drop of his warm cum deep inside you. With heavy limbs, you clung to one another.

Carrillo gently laid you both down on the bed. You curled into his massive frame, resting your chin on his shoulder and your leg draped over his hip. He drew small and delicate circles over the skin of your ribs and your side. You both stared into each other’s eyes as you tried to catch your breath. Carrillo smiled at you enjoying the feeling of finally having you, holding you, being with you… but eventually, his smile faded and so did yours.

“I’m sorry cariño…” he whispered breaking the tender silence. His voice was so soft that you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

“What?” You whispered back in surprise at the sudden shift in his mood. “Why are you sorry?”

“I should have come back to you sooner.” He said buring his head against your neck. Your heart ached. You thread your hand into his hair before kissing the side of his face.

“Why… why didn’t you? Why didn’t you come back sooner?”

Carrillo sighed before pulling back from you to look into your eyes.

“I wanted to be as strong as I was before.” He paused. You could see from the way his jaw was clenching and unclenching that he was trying to consider his next words carefully.

“I wish I could just run away from here with you and leave this all behind but…” his voice faded into the night. His heartbeat felt uneasy in his chest.

How could he be so stupid? Now that he had you he didn’t want to leave you, but surely you would leave him. Surely you wouldn’t want to go through this hell with him again. And he shouldn't ask you to. You’d been through enough pain already. You should just leave him tonight and never look back. That would be best for you.

“You can’t,” you said dropping your hand from his hair.

“No. I can’t. I’m sorry cariño. I know you deserve more, but I can’t let him win. Someone has to stop him.”

You sat up and Carrillo’s heart stopped. Was this it? Was this the moment you told him you couldn’t watch him fight Pablo again? Was this the last happy moment he would have in this god-forsaken country? Was this the last happy moment of his life?

Fuck. He should have said this to you right away. He should have told you the moment he walked in your door that he was still going to go after Pablo despite it all. Despite the odds stacked against him. Despite the fact that he’d nearly been put in the ground twice already. Despite the fact that he loved you.

Carrillo couldn’t look at you. Tears filled his eyes. The room felt cold as silence took hold.

But then your soft hand reached out and cupped his cheek.

“I know who you are Horacio.” He met your eyes and you smiled. “I knew if you came back to me you would still be the man you always were. A fighter. A leader. A warrior…” you paused, breathing deeply.

“You’ve always been what Colombia needs Horacio. It’s always been you.”

Carrillo felt like he’d surfaced from the depths of icy cold water. Oxygen flooded back into his lungs, burning him with a bitter sting. He sat up alongside you.

“I won’t let you do this alone.” You continued, your voice as sweet as honey. “I’ll stand next to you through it all. I love you. Te amo.”

Carrillo pushed forward and kissed you again. You were the most perfect thing he’d ever known. You were his beautiful and perfect cariño. His voice waivered as he whispered against your lips.

“Te amo. I love you.”

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[crown-of-sicario]

(From last blog)

I had some sketches of some characters on paper (I won't show them because I draw badly).

I imagined the crowned swordsman using 2 short swords trapped in his back, wearing a mask when fighting (to make him more mysterious).

Crimson-1 would wield a lavishly patterned longsword for a Peacekeeper. He was a posterboy of Pacific Empire and an experienced Cascadian slashing machine.

[A sea battle broke out. The CIF deployed warships with heavy weapons. When the battle was about to be won. the Peacekeepers were deployed to retake control of their ships. One by one, the Cascadian swordsmen and Sicario mercenaries fell under the Crimson Knights' swords. The Cascadians had to retreat, but there was one fearless man standing there with two short swords in his hands.]

This shit a bit sucks

No, no. That is pretty good. Keep sending them.

Monarch with 2 shortswords and Crimmy Juan with a patterned longsword. Very Cool!

[writtenimagines]

*gif belongs to WrittenImagines

Imagine being one of Matt’s favorites.

You were one of his few favorites he kept on rotation.

Forsing, Gillick, and a few Marshalls from Texas were also on that list but you were an exception.

You weren’t military, police, or federal. In fact, it was the NSA who found you. Apparently hacking into satellites to see live video of Earth from the International Space Station was frowned upon. So in order to not go to prison, they offered you a job.

Which was how Cynthia Foards found you and put you on Matt’s radar.

As much as he didn’t like higher ups picking his own team, you quickly let him know that you weren’t there by choice.

“Just tell me what you want me to do so we can all go home quicker. I want to be here as much as you want me here.”

He was sold from that moment.

Since then he has negotiated, several times, to get you to work for the CIA as you were much more valuable to him that spying on people’s laptops half a world away. Granted you were still forced to fly back to NSA headquarters for a few weeks at a time but Matt was a persuasive and patient man.

Eventually the National Security Agency couldn’t keep you as you finished your prison sentence of job there. Matt quickly scooped you up and convinced you to work with the CIA. Him of course getting first access to you if he had an especially special task.

“Matt, they’re heading east. Three armed vehicles and an SUV in the middle.”

Matt broke away from his past thoughts to see you typing away on your laptop, black screens on the wall ahead of you both coming to life with maps, weather forecasts, and other variable pieces of information you thought Matt may need.

“Beautiful,” Matt murmured. “What else can you tell me, baby girl?”

“Besides the fact that it’s really cliché to have a bad guy riding in the back of a black Cadillac?” You replied smoothly, still focused on your screens.

“Yes, please.”

That made you turn around in your chair with a deadpanned expression. “The jefe likes to wear Brioni suits.”

Matt crossed his arms and gave you a questioning look. “And how do you know that?”

“I read the files when no one’s looking.”

Matt laughed. “That’s my girl.”

[konga999]

Imagine this... in doorway... to your bedroom 🤤 https://pin.it/mnnijy7cpkma6z

[terrorsbeauty]

i’ve just watched Sicario: Day of the Soldado and i’m ( obviously ) in love with it, so if you want to, you can send requests for Sicario!

[the-hinky-panda]

Hello! Your writing is the most amazing art I have seen in my entire life ❤️👏

I just want from you to tell me about several Narcos characters that you hate the most and why (what they have done etc)...

First of all, thank you so much for your sweet, kind words! I am not worthy of such beautiful praise!

And as for characters that I hate...hm. I guess I have to create two lists: characters I hate but love to write because they're so despicable it makes them fun and characters that just make my skin crawl because they just hit me wrong on a gut level. And this is going to get long so I'm putting it under the cut.

So some characters that I love to write but realize they're just horrible, terrible people: ladies and gents, may I present this asshole:

CIA Station Chief Bill Stechner. If you've read Mariposa or Pura Vida, you know how I feel about him. He's complex, high intelligent, but self-centered and will sacrifice everyone around him to protect himself. He puts Javier through hell in Season 3 but he's also being brutally honest. He tells Javier about the crookedness of politics but he's talking about it from experience. "I'm know how to play the game because I'm currently playing the game and winning" kind of mindset. He's a grade A asshole but when a writer needs a character to drop a truth bomb and not care about the damage, Bill Stechner is your asshole.

Another character that I hate but am looking forward to write (I have an outline for a story with him) is Asshole #2: Captain Gustavo Calderon. Crooked cop, paper king of Cali. He was a great antagonist for our heroes during the take down of the Rodriguez brothers. But for all his bluster and undermining...he's scared. Terrified. And because his a weak man, he caves to the pressure of the Rodriguez brothers. I hate him for his weakness but it does make for a fun character to write!

And here's a bonus character that I have not written yet but would love to (and have a very rough ficlet idea for them):

Gilberto Rodriguez. I love to hate this man. Married to three women at the same time...and made them get along with each other. Ran his business on the majority of charisma and charm. I would love to write a scene between him and Mariposa. I like to think that Mariposa holds just as much charm and charisma as Gilberto which is why people trust and talk openly around her. I can only imagine what the conversation would be between two extremely likable, charming people who happen to be on opposite sides of the war.

Now, characters that I just hate because they hit me the wrong way:

Escobar's sicarios. I hated them. The useless and senseless violence that they unleashed was just awful. When Escobar gives the order for them to start killing cops in Medellin, it just made me sick to my stomach. I also hated Gacha. I hated how he treated Helena, how he turned her over to those monsters, how he was raising his son to be like him. I was very happy to see him get, what I thought, he deserved. Colonel Pinzon rounds out my hate list. There were a lot of characters who were wary of the Americans that were there to help aid in Escobar's capture but many of them stayed pretty respectful. But Pinzon was just outright petty and difficult and I really don't like people like that.

So wonderful anon...I'm pretty sure you didn't intend for me to write so much about this question so I apologize for that! But here you go, Hinky's Narco Hate List. :-)

[misscampacyn]

Masterlist

The Witcher:

Imagine you and Geralt go on a hunt and Jaskier panics and you two have a talk

Imagine you and Geralt get in an argument before bed

Imagine hiding in a protected closet to prevent being killed but Jaskier making it harder than it should be.

Imagine being Geralt’s twin sister (also a witcher) and getting mad at your brother for yelling at Jaskier. Part 2

Imagine Geralt is worried after you get knocked out by a creature.

Imagine Geralt meets (you) Jaskier’s sister for the first time.

Imagine Geralt scares off lords that want to court you.

Imagine Geralt having feelings for (you) Jaskier’s pregnant sister. Part 2

Marvel:

Imagine you are drunk, and Steve is there to suffer your antics.

Imagine getting annoyed with Cable because he took your kill and telling your brother Wade that you and Cable have sex.

Imagine your on a run with Steve and Sam and you break your ankle. Bucky isn’t very happy with Steve.

Imagine you give Tony the silent treatment after he makes fun of Steve.

Imagine you get in angry with Steve about the way he talks to your brother ( Tony).

Imagine Stephen meets Tony’s sister.

Imagine Tony finds out he has a daughter.

Imagine Stephen Strange being angry that you and Tony keep calling him a wizard.

Imagine you are Steve’s best friend and when Bucky returns you give them space so that Bucky can get back on his feet, but this causes Steve to ask you why.

Imagine you and Stephen meet  in Kamar- Taj.

Imagine being Steve’s modern day daughter, but being closer to Tony.

Imagine Telling Tony that your parents think you are dating.

Imagine cuddling up to Stephen.

Imagine Steve and Tony’s daughter (you) fall asleep on the couch.

Imagine after an argument with Steve you leave to a bar and get drunk, he finds you and takes you home.

The Mandalorian:

Imagine the first time you meet the child after the Mandalorian clans arrange you and Din to get married.

Imagine Omera doesn’t know that you are engaged with Din.

Imagine you and Din take off your gloves for the child.

Imagine Din wanting you to talk to him.

Warrior

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Game of Thrones:

Imagine Oberyn discovers you are his niece that he thought was killed by the mountain.

Imagine Oberyn discovers you are his niece he believed was killed by the mountain. PT 2

Narcos:

Imagine you are a new DEA agent working with Javier Peña and Steve Murphy.

Movies: 

Sand Castle (Netflix)-

Imagine Syverson and you get drunk and you tell him you want a baby.

Sicario:

What Needs to be Done-

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 Playlist

[rexsjaigeyes]

Pushing Your Luck - Pt 1

Javier Peña x gender neutral reader | NSFW, 18+

[Part 2]

Words: 2,330

Warnings: a semi-public blowjob and cum eating

A/N: Just bear with me and imagine that Javi has a more private office to himself in The Embassy in Bogotá lmao

It was hard enough for Javi to sneak you into his office at The Embassy, but now you were crammed under his desk, hoping you wouldn’t get caught by whoever had just walked in. A slow day at the DEA like this was rare, so Javi took a risk and invited you into The Embassy after taking you out for lunch. You knew he had plans to fuck you in his office or maybe one of the restrooms, but before things could get heated, he was ushering you under his desk to hide.

From what you could hear, it wasn’t a very important conversation that Javier was having with the guy who walked in. He had handed Javier a file but stayed to talk about some personal matters. You smiled to yourself, recognizing the bored tone in Javi’s voice as he responded to the man. He was probably trying to get him to leave quickly so that he could go back to fooling around with you while he still had the time.

Getting comfortable between his legs, you decided you might as well make use of your time stuck under your lover’s desk. A lazy smile grew on your face as you thought about the risky idea that entered your head. Flattening your palms on his thighs, you pushed his legs apart further so that you had more room for what you had planned. Javier tensed as the warmth of your hands radiated through his tight jeans, and his voice sounded strained as he responded to something the man had said. You had him just where you wanted; he couldn’t move away without drawing too much suspicion to himself or exposing you beneath the desk.

You ran your hands up and down his thighs before making a path to the bulge in his pants. Gently, you palmed him through his jeans, reveling in how he jolted slightly before apologizing to the man he was talking to. You tried not to snicker too loudly, enjoying the way Javier was helpless to your touch. Making another pass over his crotch, you pressed the heel of your hand against him a bit harder.

Before you could repeat the motion, one of his hands slid under the desk and grabbed your wrist, holding you still while he asked the man to leave. He used some excuse about needing to finish paperwork– something you knew was a lie. The door clicked closed once the man was gone and you let out a breathless laugh.

Javi let go of your wrist and looked down at you with a raised brow. “Having fun down there?” He asked as he smirked at you.

“Yes I am,” you responded and pulled on his legs to bring him closer to you under the desk. You played with his belt loops as you said, “I know you brought me here for a quickie, and I’m starting to think this is the best place to do that.” Slowly, you worked on unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down as you spoke. “You can make it look like you’re doing work at your desk while I… have some fun without anyone seeing me.”

You could hear Javier’s breath hitch as you pulled his hardening cock out of his pants. You let go of him to lick your palm before returning to stroke his length languidly. He sighed when your thumb brushed against the tip, smearing his arousal around before sliding down the underside of his cock.

You loved the sounds Javi made for you, even if they were stifled so that no one would hear what was happening in his office. He was always so vocal when fucking you, but whenever you were on your knees in front of him, his sounds were less primal and more desperate. His needy whimpers and groans put you in more of a teasing mood, and you grinned as you had a naughty thought.

“Maybe if Carrillo walks in next, we could ask him to join us,” you joked, pumping him at a steadier pace. You knew that Javier despised the way you mentioned how attractive Carrillo was the one time that you had met him. Your words caused the desired effect as Javi bucked his hips harsher into the palm of your hand.

He grunted in response and grabbed the back of your head to pull you closer to his cock. “Why don’t you put that smart mouth of yours to better use instead, hm?”

You chuckled and stopped your hand at the base of his cock. Looking up at him for a second, you pulled him a bit closer and tried to ignore the awkward angle the desk put you in. You parted your lips and licked a stripe up his length, careful not to bump your head against the desk. You wanted to take your time teasing him with light licks, but you knew you only had a limited amount of time in his office before someone would come looking for him. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked on the head and moaned as he shuddered from your touch.

Javier chuckled before shushing you softly. “Babe, not too loud–”

He choked on his words, letting out a groan of pleasure as you started bobbing slightly. You were only able to take a few inches due to the uncomfortable position you were in, so you wrapped your hands around the base to cover whatever your mouth couldn’t reach. You couldn’t see his face from below the desk, but you just knew that he had his eyes screwed shut as you sucked his cock.

You pulled off him for a moment to remind him, “Don’t forget to watch for anyone coming…”

Javier shoved his hand under the desk to pull your mouth back to his cock, grunting, “I know, I know.” He stroked your hair as you continued sucking him off. “I’m the only one who’s gonna be coming soon if you fucking keep that up,” he grunted as he bucked his hips towards you.

You could tell that he was carefully watching the door to his office now because of the way he was tensing up every time someone walked by. At first, you thought he was uncomfortable, and you were about to pull off, but then his grip on your hair tightened. From the way he was guiding your head and groaning with each pass, you realized he was getting more turned on from the thought of fucking your mouth in such a public place.

He muttered your name softly, and you knew he was about to tell you how close he was, but then he quickly shut up and gently tugged on your hair. You heard the sound of someone entering the room, so you released his cock from your mouth to hide your head further under the desk. He pushed his chair so far into the desk that you were starting to feel claustrophobic, but you knew it was the only way he could properly hide his exposed cock in such a short time. Your heart was pounding, and you could only imagine how flustered Javier looked as he tried to compose himself. Holding your breath, you prayed that whoever just walked in didn’t notice that something was off.

From beneath the desk, you heard an unfamiliar voice say, “Peña, we’ve got a problem.”

For a second, you thought the two of you were caught in the act, but you exhaled in relief as soon as the other man started talking about some sicario they were tracking. You felt Javier relax slightly, and you rubbed his legs reassuringly as he talked with the man. A part of you felt bad for Javi as you heard how wrecked his voice sounded when he spoke before clearing his throat. You looked up at his lap and licked your lips at the sight of his cock swollen and leaking precum from the tip. He was practically throbbing and you yearned to taste him again.

With the way Javi had pushed his seat in, there was no way for you to wrap your mouth around his length again, so you settled for gingerly swiping your thumb across the head, trying not to scare Javi with the sudden touch. He twitched slightly from your touch, but the man must not have noticed because he didn’t say anything.

Their conversation continued as you played with Javi, your hand speeding up and gaining a rhythm. You knew you were courting disaster with someone else in the room now, but that’s what was turning you on, and you had no shame. Javier let out a strange sound that he covered with a fake cough, and it took every ounce of your strength not to laugh out loud at the sound. You could tell he was close again, his cock probably aching from how you inadvertently denied his release moments ago.

“Uh, you know, I’m actually not feeling too well,” Javi explained to his coworker. It sounded like he was gritting his teeth, and you watched his nails dig into his jeans on each thigh. Taking pity on him, you slowed down a little bit, not wanting him to cum just yet. His hands relaxed and you swore you heard him sigh softly in relief. “I think I’m gonna head home for a quick nap and I’ll meet you guys here tonight before the raid,” Javier said in a tone that left no room for the man to argue.

The man left, albeit sounding a little confused, but you could almost imagine the convincing smile that Javi must have given him as he exited the room. As soon as the door shut behind him, Javi pushed his chair out to give you enough room and looked down at you with a murderous glare.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” You recognized the dark look in his eyes, and you knew you were gonna pay for your actions once you got home. Not wasting anymore time, you wrapped your hand around his cock, desperate to work him towards his orgasm again. “No, don't just use your hand,” he said in a tone that made you shiver. “You’re gonna use your mouth to make me cum,” he stated in a low whisper, “and you’re going to swallow it all for me.”

You moaned before moving forward to take him into your mouth, his demanding words causing your stomach to flutter. He muttered praises as you sucked his cock. You took inch by inch until the tip hit the back of your throat, tears pricking your eyes as you struggled not to gag. Your name fell from his lips in a low moan, a sign that he was seconds away from coming undone. Pulling off of him, you kept your mouth open in front of his cock as you pumped him faster.

“Please cum for me, Javi,” you begged, “I wanna taste you…” You knew he loved hearing you beg for his cum, and within seconds he was cursing and spilling his load on your tongue.

You took every last drop, taking pride in how he chanted your name softly as he came down from his high. Swallowing the bitter liquid, you panted and tapped on Javi’s knee so that he could let you leave the cramped space.

“Fuck, baby come here,” he murmured, moving his chair back before pulling you out from under his desk. He peppered kisses on your face and brushed your hair away lovingly. He whispered sweet praises against your skin, making sure your body didn’t ache from being cramped under the desk. Brushing his lips against yours, he muttered, “I’m pretty sure I would have killed the next person to walk in here.”

You kissed him with a small smile, moaning when he gave your ass a light squeeze before dragging his mouth away from yours. “Come on,” he chuckled, “let’s get out of here before someone sees us.”

Javier pulled his pants up properly and turned to grab his coat from the back of his chair. With your back already turned to the door, neither of you noticed it opening as someone else entered the room.

“Shit, are they allowing us to bring in visitors now?” You jumped at the sound of a familiar Southern drawl and turned to meet Steve’s smirking face.

Your cheeks turned hot as Steve winked at you in greeting. Suddenly you felt hyper-aware of how suspicious the situation looked with your swollen lips and messy hair. Javier didn’t look embarrassed at all; instead, he just gave Steve a very pissed off look and grabbed your hand to lead you out of the room.

As he pulled you towards the door, Javi groaned at the amused look on Steve’s face. “Don’t say a word about this to anyone, Murphy,” he threatened.

“Sure thing,” Steve said with a grin. “Oh and Javi,” he called out, causing Javier to pause angrily in the doorway. Steve cracked a smile before stating, “Your fly’s undone.”

Javi tensed, and you desperately tried not to laugh as he looked down before zipping his pants up with a heavy sigh. He hastily pulled you out the door and down the hallway, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

“You know,” you said in a playful tone, “I forgot how attractive Steve was too…”

“Unless you want me to go back to my office and fuck you on that desk in front of Steve, I suggest you stop right there,” Javi said with a deadpan expression.

You raised your hands in surrender and continued following him out of the building. You knew you would pay for those comments about Carrillo and Steve once you got home, but that’s exactly why you said them in the first place. Javi knew you always liked pushing your luck with him, and it was no secret that he enjoyed punishing you for it.

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A Need So Great-Chapter 4

Summary: Eva Moore is assigned to work the last year of her contract with the DEA in Colombia. She just wants to get to the end of her tenure, but she keeps getting drawn further into a string of murders in the city. It isn’t long before she’s forced to face the ghosts of her past.

Word Count: ~3,700

Warnings: Canon typical Violence

A/N: For the purposes of this story, Carrillo isn’t married--or, if you like, divorced. A/B/O dynamics are prevalent, and they come with their own warning. The overall rating for this story is Explicit, although not every chapter will contain adult themes.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, 8.5, 9, 10, 10.5, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

They’re sitting at the bar again. Rather, they are sitting at a table at the bar again.  It had been a hard day for almost everyone sitting there.  Javier, Steve, and Carrillo had managed to thwart a production route at the cost of three men. Connie had watched a young mother die in childbirth, the baby barely alive.  Eva had watched from the sidelines, feeling guilty that there wasn’t anything that she could do. So, she’d suggested a drink.  One drink had turned into two, then three.

At present, Connie was standing at the juke box, looking for a selection. Eva was watching her look through the offerings, wondering if she should switch to water so that she could drive home.

“I’m telling you,” Steve said, banging his hand on the table, a wide smile on his face, “He literally pissed himself when we busted in.  Tell him, Javi.”

Javier held up his hands, “I’m not in this argument, man.”

Rolling her eyes, Eva pointed a finger at Steve, “You’re telling me that some big bad--,” she looked at Carrillo, “What did he call them?”

“Sicario,” he prompted, bringing his glass to his mouth to hide the smirk.

“Thank you,” Eva said, waving her hand a little, “Peed himself because you put a gun on him.”

Steve leaned forward, “Yes, that is exactly what happened.”

“Bullshit!”

“I’m—hey, Connie, can you get us another round—I’m not lying!”

Eva shook her head, “No, nope. Didn’t happen like that. You got no witnesses to prove it.”

“Just because I don’t have a witness doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.”

“You made the assertion, Murphy, you’ve got the burden of proof.”

“Fuck off.”

“You fuck off,” Eva shot back, “All you agents walk around like you’re hot fucking stuff because you got a badge and a gun and the support of the US government, tellin’ tall tales to make yourselves look like John Wayne. I swear to God, if I have to hear one more dick measuring contest on the break room I will literally puke.”

Connie came back to the table, a tray full of...not beer.  She set it down and Eva counted enough shots for each of them, a couple salt shakers, and some cut limes. Oh, shit.  

“We have to go to work tomorrow, Connie,” Eva censured gently, despite taking the glass from Connie’s outstretched hand.

Connie scoffed, “Like you’ve never had a hangover before.”

Eva noticed Carrillo hadn’t taken one of the glasses.  She leaned over, nudging him, “C’mon, you gotta do this, too.”  When he balked, she picked up one of the glasses and held it in front of him, “We’re all in this shit together, Horacio.”

He stared at her for a moment before pulling his lips between his teeth, a reflexive movement he sometimes did when he was thinking. She wiggled the glass, smiling when he relented. The salt shakers went around to everyone and Eva licked the back of her hand between her thumb and forefinger, tapping a bit out.

“What should we toast to?” Connie asked.

“We’re toasting?” Eva asked with a laugh, “I didn’t know you could toast over tequila shots.”

Connie leveled a baleful glare at her and Eva rolled her eyes, holding the glass towards the center of the table, “Its your toast, man.”

“To catching one of the bad guys,” Javier announced.

That was good enough for the group.  The glasses made a dull sound as they clinked them together. Eva licked the salt from her hand, threw back the shot, and stuck the lime in her mouth.  She hadn’t had tequila in a long while, but the movements were still buried in her muscle memory.  Salt, shot, lime. Glancing over, she caught Carrillo pulling the lime from his mouth, tongue catching juice that remained on his lips.  She dropped her gaze, feeling her neck heat an a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep her eyes off him, let alone her hands.

To keep said hands busy, she threw the rind onto the tray with the empty glasses just as Connie shot up, both hands in the air.

“Another!”

Eva could feel her brows hit her hairline, “Steve, is she like this every time she drinks tequila?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” He lit a cigarette, a smirk appearing beneath his mustache.

She watched Connie head for the bar, “Is she gonna be okay?”

“Until she wakes up tomorrow,” he laughed.

“Cool, cool.”

The song on the juke box ended and ‘Careless Whisper’ queued up, the saxophone out of place and yet Eva couldn’t imagine that Connie would choose a different tune. She turned from the bar with a wide smile, shots completely forgotten.

“I love this song.  Stevie, come dance with me.”

And there they went, Connie dragging Steve to the dance floor which, surprisingly, had quite a few people on it.  Eva watched them go, laughing.  

“I can’t wait to tell her all about this later,” she said.

Javier snorted with contained laughter, “I should have brought a camera.  I’m getting another drink, you want anything.”

Eva and Carrillo both waved him off and he headed for the bar.  

“He’s right, we should have brought a camera,” Eva said as she gestured towards where Connie was spinning Steve, pulling him in for a dramatic dip.

“We can always get the security footage from the owner,” Carrillo suggested with half a smile.

She looked at him, not quite believing, “You think he’d give it to us?”

One of his brows lifted, “We’d have to pay him.”

“We could do that.” She thought about it for a minute, “Man, that would be comedy gold at the office Christmas party.”

Connie gave a little shimmy, hands on Steve’s shoulders as they swayed back and forth.  He was acting like he was annoyed by it, but Eva had been around him long enough to know that he was secretly enjoying every second of his wife happily dancing after a hard day’s work.

Leaning forward, Eva took up her discarded beer, eyes catching on the bar.  She leaned a little towards Horacio, gesturing with the bottle.

“Looks like Javier’s trying to close a deal.”

He was talking with a pretty girl with long, curly hair.  They were both smiling, she was touching his arm. Eva had heard some of his pick up lines, she wondered if he was actually using any of them. If so, he was sleeping alone tonight.

“He’s probably negotiating price.” When Eva looked to him in question, he shrugged, “She’s a sex worker.”

“No,” Eva gasped, looking the woman over to see how he could possibly know. “How can you tell?”

Horacio shrugged, “I see a lot of them in my line of work.”

“Oh?” Eva said with both brows raised.

He shot her a sarcastic look, “We arrest them from time to time.  Most of them are informants.”

“To you?”

He nodded.

“And you pay them?”

He made a noncommittal sound, but the little roll of his neck gave her all the confirmation she needed. She opened her mouth to say something and thought better of it, shutting her jaw with a click.

His eyes narrowed, “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Eva responded quickly, sipping to distract herself.

“No,” he held up a finger, moving into her space a bit, “You were going to say something and you stopped.  Why?”

She blinked, “It was an inside thought.”

His brows drew together in confusion. She felt her cheeks heat, embarrassed that she’d actually said ‘inside thought’ for the first time since she was a kid—a concept that her parents had taught her before she’d learned to filter out the sentences that should not be uttered.

“Ah,” she stalled a little bit, not quite believing that she was going to say this out loud, “An inside thought is when you think a thought that should absolutely not be said on the outside.  Like, ever.”

His head tilted to the side, “Tell me.”

“Oh, no,” she shook her head, “Absolutely not.  Were you listening? Its an inside thought, its supposed to stay inside.”

“How do you know its an inside thought?”

Eva hesitated, considering. She watched him figure out that he had an opening, his expression opening up just a little bit.

“Because people are usually insulted by inside thoughts,” she offered lamely.

“And you think I’ll be insulted by it? Or, Javi?”

She held her silence, pressing her lips together to keep from answering. He was a lot closer than was strictly necessary. Although the music was playing loudly, Eva felt herself zero in on him, focused on his every word and the shape of his mouth as he talked.

“So,” he continued, “We’ve established that you’ve had a thought that you don’t think is appropriate and you feel I would be insulted by it.”

Eva wondered if this was how people felt when he was interrogating them, somewhere between helplessly drawn in and desperate to change the subject.

She cocked her head to the side, “We’ve established nothing other than I had an inside thought and voice that they are typically insulting.”

“That’s a fine distinction,” he conceded turning a little in his chair to face her a bit more fully, “But, there’s only one way to really settle this. You have to tell me.”

Eva ran her thumb over her brow, dropping her eyes to the side and breathing deep, “I was going to say … that I was surprised you had to pay them.”

He paused, then, “Why is that?”

She was having a hard time breathing, but she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Because, if it were me, I’d probably just tell you.”

Whatever he might have said after that was cut off by Connie sliding into her chair with a high pitched giggle. She was sweating a little, leaning hard into her husband with a wide smile. She looked happy.  Eva smiled at her, saluting with her beer.

“Nice moves, sweetie.”

“Ah, thank you! I bought, like, ten songs, so we’ll be getting back to it soon.”

As if on cue, the song changed and “We Built this City” started up. Eva shook her head, her attention snagging on Javier at the bar.  Another man had walked up and he was arguing with him, tongue rolling across the front of his teeth.  He looked pissed.

Carrillo noticed her attention straying and she felt him tense a little next to her. A few more guys had walked up.

“Aw, shit,” she said, already moving to stand as the fight broke out.

Glass shattered, and Eva circled around Carrillo to where Connie was sitting, pulling the woman with her over and down towards the bar.  She could hear voices screaming and the sound to flesh hitting flesh.  Without much care, she shoved Connie into the space between the bar and the wall, holding up a finger and leveling a determined look at her.

“You don’t move,” she said. “Not an inch.”

You say you don’t know me, or recognize my face.

A hand grabbed Eva’s ankle and she yelped as she was dragged out into the fray.  The man was average size and weight, but he had the jump on her.  He climbed over her body and had his hands around her throat before she could get her bearings.  Eva threw both hands out and into his shoulders, balancing his weight while she tucked her knees into her chest. Her hips shimmied and she was able to get her heels up. She kicked. Hard.

As hard and as fast as she could, Eva kicked him in the face until he let go of her neck.  And then, she grabbed his wrists to keep him there and kept kicking until there was so much blood that it looked like a mask of red had settled over him.  With a grunt, she shoved him to the side, wheezing and touching her neck gingerly.

Too many runaways eating up the night

Across the room, Javier was holding a guy down while Steve gave him a vicious kick.  Not far away Carrillo was dodging a punch, throwing a hard uppercut and catching the guy beneath the chin. His opponent’s head flew back with such force that Eva was kind of surprised that it was still connected.  He fell to the floor, unconscious.

Eva caught his eye and she gave a little wave, seeing his eyes flick to her right a little too late. A man wrapped both arms around her chest, caging her arms in.  Carrillo’s eyes narrowed and he was moving towards her. Eva yelled and swung both legs out in front of her to mid air.  The man struggled under the sudden weight of her body. Bend, snap, roll the shoulder. He fell over her arm to the floor, winded. She used the palm of her hand to hit at his exposed throat, satisfied when he choked.

And then he was right there with her, his scent sharp with the exertion, his hands carefully running over her arms to check for injury. Eva couldn’t help but to smile, a little dazed.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, pushing the hair from her face. “Oh, fuck!”

One of the idiots had pulled a gun.  And, while she knew he was armed, Eva couldn’t stop the automatic response that kicked in.  She shoved Carrillo down behind an up ended table as the shots rang out. Curling over him, Eva covered her head, eyes squeezed shut.

We built this city, we built this city on rock and roll.

A few more shots and he was rolling her into the wood of the table, rising up on a knee and pulling his pistol. Eva plugged her fingers into her ears, feeling his body sway a bit with the recoil.

We just want to dance here. Someone stole the stage.

His hands slammed down on the floor as he ducked down. The table behind her scooted forward as a shot ricocheted into the far end, exposing him.

“Horacio,” she yelled, grabbing his polo shirt and pulling him back and into her chest.

The movement set him off balance and his full weight collapsed on her, pushing all the air out of her lungs. Another shot, another screech as the table moved.  Horacio pushed to his knees again, firing off another shot.  Eva looked around for something they could use that would be better cover. There was literally nothing.

Marconi played the mambo, listen to the radio.

And then she saw it, an unbroken bottle had rolled from somewhere in the bar, right next to a discarded bar towel.  Perfect.

“Cover me,” she yelled upwards, already crawling the few feet out to it.

Horacio cursed a blue streak, firing off a few rounds as she shuffled back to him, “The fuck are you doing?”

“Give me your lighter,” she demanded, opening the bottle and shoving the towel inside with two fingers.

To his credit, he hesitated only a fraction of a second before he was digging into the pocket of his khakis and handing her a silver Zippo.

“Thank you,” Eva said primly as she tipped the bottle over a bit to soak the towel.

We built this city. We built this city on rock and roll.

Getting to her knees, Eva looked at Horacio, who was eyeing both her and the bottle with a look a clear and unadulterated delight. She really, really liked when he smiled.

“Bottom’s up!”

And then she tossed it in the direction of the people shooting at them, smiling wide when it hit the mark. Fire burst forth, giving Javier and Steve enough of a distraction that they could get a clear shot.

Who rides the wrecking ball into our guitars?

Eva knelt on the floor, watching over the rim of the table as they went person by person, disarming the ones that were still alive. Eventually, Horacio stood up and she followed suit, moving to check on Connie.

She looked pissed, “I was having a good fucking time and these assholes…” She sighed deeply.

“I know,” Eva agreed, “Next time we do this at your place.  Less chance of gunfire there.”

“Tell me about it.”

We built this city.

It took an hour or two for the boys to clean up the mess, cuff a few people, and clear the scene. Eva sat with Connie at the bar, drinking coffee and watching them work.

“I saw what you did there with that guy,” Connie commented, leaning one elbow on the bar, “How did you learn all that...self defense stuff.”

Eva shrugged, “After my marriage ended I thought it would be good to learn a few things, just in case.”

Connie didn’t need to know that she’d learned it in case one of her husband’s family members decided to get vengeance.  

“Divorce?”

“Death,” Eva clarified.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was the best thing for everyone involved.”

Connie laughed a little, “Even your husband?”

“Especially my husband,” Eva confirmed with a smile. “Real asshole, let me tell you.”

Eyes following her husband across the room, Connie asked, “He cheat on you.”

“Worse,” Eva answered, her good mood evaporating.  

She closed her eyes and ran a hand over her face, working to right herself. She was saved by Javier approaching, a little saunter in his walk.

“The owner has agreed not to press charges for the fire setting.”

Scoffing, Eva snipped, “What’s a little fire to bullet holes?”

There were several lining the walls.  Almost every piece of furniture not nailed down to the floor was either overturned or broken entirely.  The table she’d been hiding behind with Horacio had splinters up and down it.  If she hadn’t thrown the bottle, the next round of bullets might have gotten through the wood to the other side.

“If anything, this’ll make this place more popular,” he said, tapping out a cigarette and lighting it.

Eva sighed, “Did you have to start the fight?”

He looked at her, “I didn’t start it.”

She rolled her eyes, “I’ve known you for like three months.  You started it.  I don’t know why, but you started it.”

Connie had the good grace to lift her brows and spin a little on her bar stool, sipping her coffee. Javier took a drag and shrugged.

“Right,” Eva said, hopping down. She waved to Connie, “See you at next week’s class.”

She grabbed her purse and headed for the exit, more tired than she cared to admit.  So tired, in fact, she didn’t notice that Carrillo had followed her out.

“Do you ever park closer to where you’re going?”

Eva jumped, hands coming up in front of her.  When she recognized him, she laughed a little, “Sorry, wasn’t paying attention. And, to answer your question: I like the longer walk.  Gives me time to, I don’t know, settle myself.”

He nodded, “Maybe consider parking a little closer when you know you’ll be staying after sundown. Might be safer.”

At this Eva shot him a bemused look, “I think you either shit canned or shot anyone who’d give me trouble.”

He put his hands in his pockets as he walked with her, “You’re the one who set them on fire.”

She gave him a deferential nod, rolling one shoulder, “You may have a point. But, I’d argue that my actions were justified, given that they were shooting at us. I mean, I haven’t been here long, but I’m pretty sure the cultural differences aren’t so dissimilar that—were I to be fired upon, I could be forgiven for returning fire.”

They’d reached her car, and she opened the driver’s door, throwing her purse in the passenger’s seat before turning to look at him. He was just… staring at her, hands in his pockets, looking mystified.

“What?”

He took a breath, “You took one look at that gun and threw me down to cover me.”

Eva paused, going over the memory a bit and agreeing with him, “Yeah, I did.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t save your life?”

He stepped into her space, “You save yourself. Let me take care of me.”

“I make absolutely no promises, Carrillo.”

Slowly, to give her time to know what he was doing, he curled a finger beneath her chin, “You do that when you’re trying to deflect, use my last name.”

In the moment, she hated him a little.  It had taken years to develop her defense mechanisms so that she could function normally with people.  A joke here, a little sarcasm there. Just enough to keep them at a distance.  And, here he was, seeing through her bullshit.

“You are frustrating,” Eva said without any bite.

He smiled, “I’ve been told that.”

“Did they also tell you that you have the cutest little dimples when you smile?”

The laugh that followed was surprised and Eva was gratified to see that he was blushing. She curled a hand over the arm still holding onto her, fingers curling over his bicep.

“No, no one has told me that,” he said after he’d gathered himself.

She considered it, “That’s a shame.”

“Is it?”

They’d moved closer together. Eva could feel the heat from his body, the smell of him that she liked so much tinged with sweat and smoke.

She settled against the side of the car, “Damn shame.”

He ran the back of his fingers over her cheek, considering, “I’ll take your word for it.”

“See that you do.”

Horacio made a soft sound of assent, leaning down to press a soft, tentative kiss to her mouth. He pulled back, but not far, dipping down again for another soft kiss that was entirely too short. Eva’s every breath was filled with him, her skin alight. She leaned up, taking the kiss she wanted. Deeper, harder.

Hands gripping both her hips, he pushed her into the car, his weight preventing escape—not that she particularly wanted to move.  The feeling of being held almost immobile and kissed senseless was delicious in a way that made her toes curl.  She clung to him, inviting more kisses, more touches—just more.

He was the first to break away, breathing hard, “Get in the car.”

“What?”

He shook his head as if to clear it, “Get in the car before I drag you to my truck and take you home with me.”

She smirked, “You probably wouldn’t have to drag me.”

He leveled a serious look at her, “Car. In.”

“Sure thing, Big Guy,” she said, sliding into the seat. “See you at the office.”

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Fav color: Lots of people get surprised when i say this but pink has and always will be my favourite colour.

Last song I listened to: Four Walls - While She Sleeps

Fav musicians/bands: God i have so many but the first few that come to mind are Parkway Drive, My Chemical Romance, Five Finger Death Punch, Green Day, Architects, All Time Low, A Day to Remember, Hellions, Slipknot, Secrets, Ocean Grove, Korn, In Hearts Wake, Awaken I Am, Whilst She Sleeps, Slowly Slowly, Young Lions, Trophy Eyes, The Plot In You, Queen, The Maine, Linkin Park, Hands Like House, AD/DC, Evanescence, Dream On Dreamer, Asking Alexandria, Crown The Empire, Camp Cope, Bring Me the Horizon, System of a Down, Disturbed, The Used, Brand New, Blink-182, Bad Omens, Tonight Alive, Stick To Your Guns and lots lots more. When i was putting together this list i was gonna make it a max of 10 bands but then i kept thinking of more and more and eventually i just had to stop otherwise this list would become novel length. Basically the consensus is i like lots of music and any of the band i reblog shit from are favs.

Last film I watched: Sicario and it was shit so take my word and don’t fucking bother.

Last tv show I watched: I just finished rewatching The Umbrella Academy season 1 to get myself psyched for season 2. I also just finished watching the netflix mini series documentary ‘Unabomber: In his own words’ which was pretty good. And I am also currently binging The Office (US) and am just starting season 8. 

Fav original character: So i am writing (admittedly mostly just in my head although a little less then a quarter has been written as a rough draft on a word doc) a rather length fantasy/vampire novel. Its part romance, part drama, part revenge fantasy, part anarchist vigilante revolution au and tbh part me just self projecting my trauma and dysfunctional life onto my characters... And whilst it likely will never see the light of day because of my lack of motivation to write the entire thing down and instead just reference it when i am day dreaming. I really vibe with the alternative universe as an escape from the real one i am living in and i have a vested interest in the characters i have created in it. And whilst there are numerous ocs from this that i have put an alarmingly long amount of time (literally years) into developing all of which i love and adore i do have two favourites. One named Taylor who is a gay 2946 year old idiot/himbo (vampire obviously). He is hot, sweet, kind, caring, funny, understanding, stubborn, the mum™️  friend, a romantic fool with a a hint of mummy issues and anger problems and a complete fucking allergy to guilt. And the other is his prodigy/person he turned vampire named Meredith. She is 354 year old hot mess and is kinda the opposite of him in that she is homicidal, manipulative, cunning, devious, fearless (almost to a fault), strong willed women. Who is very smart, has a strong/forward and somewhat off putting personality, low key a bit of a bitch but is very protective of those she loves and has good morals and the desire to right all wrongs even if through violent revenge if she sees fit. She is the leader of a criminal underworld revolution seeking to bring revenge and justice to the powerful and untouchable evils of the world. And he is her loyal side kick that lets her run the show as she is a natural born leader, but also works as a the voice of reason and logic to her. All the while having his own sub plot of being torn between chasing his love interest despite the danger it possesses. Or sacrificing his own desire for connection and love for fear of the consequences despite it meaning living a sad and eternally lonely life. Thats just a very brief summery of those two. They have a very close but complicated relationship with each other, like annoying siblings but imagine if you had to live with your siblings for centuries. And they all have there flaws (some more obvious then others) as well as dark, morbid and tragic histories but it makes them what the are today both the good, the bad and the downright problematic. And yeah i’d like to think one day i will write this out properly and others will read it and connect to or relate to these characters. Maybe love them, maybe hate them, maybe initially hate them, like is designed with Meredith, but come to truly love her once they begin to understand her and see her potential thats hidden under layers of ‘don’t fuck with me’. But until then they are my characters to play around with and build upon and thats exactly what i intend to do.

Sweet, spicy, or savory: Sweet!

Sparkling water, tea, or coffee: Can i say hot chocolate or juice?

Pets: Living with me is my son and best friend Gideon (he is a adult black male cat i adopted a year ago and he is the best thing that has ever happened to me.) Living with my sister is my family cat i grew up with named Maisey (she is a snobby fat cat with a beautiful coat and i love her although i don’t think she loves me/or anyone.) And then at my mums is her puppy Newfoundland Bentley (basically god combined a dumbass and a dog and made him) as well as my brothers turtle Pedro and my axolotl Voldemort (can’t fit his huge tank in my apartment so he stays with mum.)

I’m tagging: @bilvy @revradio @cxmeterydrxve @angryqueercrypted @prettyyy-boyyy @disenchanted-mona-lisa @burymeinpink @thotfrnk @r1ghtbackatitaga1n @solelll @gothbtchz @highhighhopless @re-imagine @x-give-em-hell-kid-x @greendayer @dramaticallydepressed @lyricsinmyblood-bloodinmylyrics & @imsopunkrxck obviously this isn’t a obligation, do this tag game only if you want. And if you weren’t tagged but wanna take part then do tag me in your own and i will read and like it as i love learning about my followers passions and interests!

[nomoregoldfish]

Imagine catching Amado building secret airport in the jungle; Enemies to friends /w benefits (2/2)

This one goes out of my hands. I don’t even know what kind of monster it is now, smh. The formatting seems screwed up. Please read it on AO3 if you want. Again, if tubmlr flag the gif below, I’LL RIOT.

"Is this a date? What's the dress code? Cargo pants don't count." Amado sounds flirty when you call him the other day. It's not really his fault because you are the one who asks him out.

Since the formidable drug trafficker hasn't sent any sicario to make you disappear, you figure you still have chances to make him reconsider the plan of building an airport. You're willing to do whatever it takes to save the jungle and the ruins.

Plus seeing Amado again is not a bad idea.

You can't justify why you ignore your go-to outfit including cargo pants. Instead, you put on your tightest jeans.

You pick up Amado at four in the morning. The tall man looks sleepy and slightly confused, which is kinda cute. You offer him black coffee in your vacuum bottle. 

After the first sip, Amado turns to you with his misty down-turned eyes, "No cargo pants today?" You try not to smile, "Shut up."

You're taking him to the Palenque ruins, another Mayan site in Chiapas, just few hours drive away.

You manage to get there before the sunrise. The site hasn't opened yet but you know a secret route because you also worked on the excavation project there. 

"You have a thing for sneaking in, uh, Ms. Geologist?" You shouldn't encourage him but whatever, the banter is... fun. 

Walking with Amado in the dense mountain forest actually is a perfect date in your dictionary. Your shoes are wet with morning dew but nobody cares. Listen to birds chirping and fogs croaking in the dim light. 

"You're really not afraid of darkness, are you?" Amado sounds genuinely curious. "Why would I be? I worked on this site for years, I've known the whole place by heart." He nods, like some acknowledgement.

It's almost dawn, you look at the tinted horizon when you reach the top of the mountain. The entire ancient city of Palenque is quiet and peaceful wrapped in the jungle, reminds you why you chose what you do with your life.

"I want to show you something." It's the Temple of the Inscriptions, one of the most iconic Mayan architecture lightened up by the morning sun. Starting from the history, you explain to Amado not only the symbolic significance of the temple and the secret tomb inside, but also the epic war Emperor Pakal waged against Yaxchilán. 

Amado doesn't stop you. You keep talking, sharing your involvement in those excavation projects with him, how excited you are when a new site is discovered, how proud you felt for your team when Palenque was recognized as World Heritage Site not long ago, which meant more funds, more human resources, and better equipment for all scientists working on it for years. You want to continue to study the whole area, even several rival/ally sites in Guatemala and Belize, to find more satellite cities, battlefields, to be able to define the border of those ancient powerhouses and finally draw a map of the mysterious kingdom.

He looks at you like you're some kind of heroine. It's heartwarming but you're not sure, "So, what do you think?"

Amado's playing coy, but you're persistent. "Come on. I'm a geologist. I can't hire assassins. What else am I supposed to do to make you change your mind? Put on my most expensive dress, show off my ass, wine and dine you?"

"Though I'd love to see you in a nice dress, jeans are great, too." The northern banditote smirks, eyeing your lower body, "Plus the whole speech, I told you I love it when you talk about your job. You seem to know exactly what you're doing."

Amado doesn't promise anything. He says he'll figure something out.

You exhale deeply. At least the guy listened, you appreciate it. 

Then you find out there's nothing left in your vacuum bottle, the fucker drank all your coffee, "How am I supposed to drive back without any coffee in my system?"

Amado pulls you in for a kiss, warm and tastes much better than your shitty coffee. The fresh stubble overnight of his stings and it feels so good, you can't help cupping his face and kissing back. 

Then he announces he'd drive if you just say "El Señor de los Cielos, please." You tell him to fuck off but toss the car key to him anyway.

You haven't contacted each other after that for a while. You tell yourself it's nothing. It's not like you two have had something. 

You send people every week to monitor the construction of the airport from a hidden spot on the mountain. Meanwhile you complete the scan of the area surrounding the soon-to-be airport and find a possible target. You have to be on the ground again to confirm it. 

Unluckily you break your ankle one day in the jungle. And you don't want to put any colleague's life at risk to get near the cartel's territory. You decide to wait on Amado, you believe he's a man of his words. 

Amado surprises you one night at your camp. He jokes that a geologist can sneak into a drug cartel's property, it'd be humiliating if he doesn't return the favor. His face and neck are perfectly tanned, you want to immerse yourself in that hot chocolate. You almost jump out of excitement because you haven't seen Amado for a month. Then you remember you're confined to your desk and seat due to the injury. 

"You're expecting someone else? Ms. Geologist." Amado sounds a bit down. "I..." You want to ask him so many things. Has he figured it out? Who is in charge of the airport when he's away? And where has he been? Why does it take him so long to come back? Maybe minus the last question. It'd sound desperate. 

He says he flies from Juaréz, "One of the longest domestic flights," he claims as looking around your tent office, sketches and maps scattered all the place. When his eyes meet yours again, it's so gentle, full of fondness.

"You only want to talk about business?" He's getting close, "I just fly almost 2,000 miles and you're not even standing up. Look who's more cold-blooded than drug traffickers."

Before you realize what happens, Amado lowers his body and carries you off the chair. He doesn't touch your ankle but it still hurts when you're suddenly moved.

Amado finds out. The man in black examines your injury carefully. You never saw him so concerned before. He quickly comes to the conclusion that your injury is worse than it looks and needs better treatment. 

No, you're not gonna leave your job. You have papers to write, new budget to apply, more areas to explore. Slowly it'd recover.

"Don't you want to wade across rivers, trek through jungles, and climb mountains again? If you love your job so much, you have to get better treatment, immediately! And take some good rest. Give it a few more weeks? Oh God, you're insane." He's so mad at you.

You finally agree, and Amado insists on carrying you again to his vehicle. You know it's not your priority right now but holy fuck, he's fucking built. And you're inches away from his big nose which you've had a crush on for a while.

He's gonna fly you to the state capital Tuxtla Gutiérrez.

"You don't fly 2,000 miles just to see me, do you?" You poke him during the flight, sitting next to the sexy pilot in the cockpit is a treat. 

"Dear Ms. Geologist, remember I have a job, too?"

The pain is getting worse, Amado notices it then hands you a joint from nowhere. You're about ask whether it's legal to have weed on the plane, then you realize you're with a real drug dealer. "Not to bad to have a narcos friend, huh?" OK, you gives him that as the weed kicks in. 

"So now we're friends?" You're obviously high, and bold. Because you find your hand dangerously near his groin for no reason, fumbling. "I always wanted to touch it." You giggle. 

Amado politely removes your hand and tells you to behave.

"You know what? You could've been the most popular guy at our camp. Someone might trade blowjobs for your weed since we're just low-paid scientists and assistants." You're high like a kite.

You also "threaten" if Amado extends any further in the jungle to build more airport facilities when you're put away, you swear to God you'll...

"You'll what? Shut up and rest, cabrón. Or I'll take you directly to DF, better physicians there anyway."

And the fucker did, a day after a Chiapas physician suggests you seek the best orthopedic treatment in DF for speedy recovery.

Then Amado disappears again. You know he's probably running a drug cartel in the north, and only checking in on their hidden project near the southern border once a month or two. It's the way it is. Your lives only collide when it's meant to be. There's no fucking way you two see each other like normal people do. 

You still miss Amado, miss the banter, even his northern accent. 

During the two-month therapy in DF, you receive reports that the airport is completed, and the potential target site nearby is now a giant warehouse. You also learn a big donation is made specifically to the Yaxchilán excavation project, of course, anonymously.

That's what Amado meant by "figuring something out." You're not even mad. What's the alternate outcome when you're up against the narcos? Report it? The entire cabinet is probably in their pocket. You should be relieved that no one ends up dead during the little stupid game you played.

You can't even return the drug money because, a) you can't tell anyone where it's from; b) INAH's been underfunded for decades, the project fucking needs it, so do your colleagues.

You call that number again after you get back to the ground. You don't know how to end this, or is there anything to end? 

"Come over next weekend, I'll be there and I can explain." Amado sounds poised and calm, like he always does.

You tell yourself to keep it civil. This is a losing battle since day one.

Amado meets you in front of a warehouse, he looks great, all charming smile and open arms. All you can think of is the location of the warehouse, it must be the one. Most likely it's being buried.

"You bring flowers, how nice." It's the white birds of paradise, which suits him, El Señor de los Cielos. You tell him you're grateful for the injury advice he insisted.

"Can I show you something?" Amado opens the door of the warehouse. It all feels like yesterday, when you showed him the sunrise at Palenque, talking about your future plan. How naive were you.

Some jaw-dropping scene in front of you. The entire site of ruins, intact, locked inside the warehouse with minimal structure to shield from the rain and sunshine.

"What? You thought I'm gonna show you cocaine? No offense, baby, you can't afford the Colombian white magic. This is all you get, some fucking broken rocks with barely recognizable inscriptions." The bastard shrugs.

How did he find this site? "Sorry. Let's say I accidentally took a copy of your scan map last time at your camp, when you were busy with your ankle problem." You fucking knew it, it's never what it looked like when it comes to Amado Carrillo Fuentes.

Yet you can't believe what you just see. It is NOT real. It can't be.

That's when harsh reality kicks in. It always starts with a but. "You can't work on it, not now." Amado explains the situation and his plan for your ruins, which he thinks it's better to keep them under the radar for now. No tomb raider would dare to approach it, you can work on many other sites first.

"Then what?" You keep digging. Amado sighs, giving you a melancholy smile, "This line of work doesn't tend to last very long. It will be yours one day. Before that, it's completely safe. You have my word." 

Amado's kind of.... correct, and practical to be honest. INAH doesn't have enough resources for thousands of projects. Even with the hard work you and your colleagues pulled, it's estimated less than 10% of the total area of Palenque was explored and partially restored.

You carefully examine the site, making notes and sketches to create a hasty profile.

Amado focuses on something else, "It seems you walk just fine. Fully recovered, no rush? Good. And has your budget been approved? Got more money? I mean, the efficiency of any bureaucratic system is questionable in this country. If it still falls short, I can...." 

You can't tell if he's been an asshole or a saint, God forbid.

"For fuck's sake, I don't want your fucking money. I just, I want...." You turn around, look defeated, "Your dick, OK? Who cares about your dirty drug money? You Sinaloan monkey!"

Amado bursts into laughter, "Why don't you take both, dear Ms. Geologist?" He put your hand below his belt buckle, "I think you made it very clear last time."

"It's your fucking nose, narizón." You gently caress it, and he's getting hard beneath the fabric and it's fucking huge.

You're on your knees, trying to take Amado's full length in. Fuck, it's difficult. You're embarrassed and he's like "Shhh, it's okay, baby."

Instead, Amado's going down on you, making your knees weak af. You have to grab the stones to stand still. 

Amado eating your out with patience, salt and pepper stubble rubbing against the most sensitive part of your body which gives you more trouble, and fingering you at the same fucking time. Let that sink in for a moment.

You don't stand a chance, you come so hard.

Amado's taking you from behind, big hands on your hips to keep you still against the ancient structure. Rock into you with deep, short thrusts. You're wet for him like rivers during monsoon season. 

Your legs are shaking when he hits right at the spot again. "Wanna to make a good girl like you squirm and scream." Fuck, Amado always gets what he desires as he pulls you hair up, leaving hickeys on your neck while he fucks you thoroughly.

The best orgasm through your whole life. And the fucker is proud of it, "Told you. You'd better take both, baby. The green and the big D."

Does it mean you really gonna take money from narcos? This is so fucked up. 

Later Amado fixes you some nice margarita, casually asking if you want to join him for a business trip to Belize the next day. "I have to buy some stuff in Belmopan. Maybe we can stop by Lamanai with my private jet after that if you'd like."

How the fuck does he know you wanted to visit the Mayan ruins in a remote foreign town for years? 

The concern becomes less shocking when you see Amado buy a bunch of Boeing 727s in Belmopan like a Sunday grocery run.

[writtenimagines]

*gif belongs to WrittenImagines

Imagine being an arms dealer for Matt.

A man by the name of Andy Wheeldon invited you to dinner out of blue during a charity event you were attending one night.

Your first instinct was that he was trying to flirt with you with the intention of making you his intimate companion so to speak.

“Oh, no no no,” Wheeldon shook his head while smiling. “You are lovely but this is about business.”

The arms supplier explained his intentions quickly, as you were at a nonprofit occasion, and once again asked you, “So, dinner?”

The offer was tempting. Playing the line between legal and illegal had always been an interest of yours. Especially if you gained more business and power to change the world for the better.

“Dinner sounds perfect.” You grinned as you took a sip of your champagne.

You liked Wheeldon. He was straight to the point and honest.

“I already know what you’re doing because I’m doing it too. But I can’t be in two places at once. Which is why I’m offering a partnership with someone who can be quite demanding.”

“And the one not doing the job gets 15%.”

“Like I said, lovely.” Wheeldon smiled as he took a bite of his meal. “Be ready to start tomorrow.”

Matt liked you too quickly. Which was bad for him but he knew Wheeldon. The supplier wouldn’t have picked any random person.

But God dammit, did he have to pick someone so attractive?

“Do you always stare at newbies or am I just that gorgeous?” You teased partly out of nerves and and partly out of not knowing how else to get the conversation moving.

Matt smirked. He really liked you.

“Both,” He replied. “What are you doing after this?”

“Not you,” You said without missing a beat.

This got a loud laugh out from the man in front of you. “Maybe another time then.”

Months passed.

You and Wheeldon had worked up a pretty effective system, each of you taking every other job. Much to Matt’s displeasure sometimes.

“At least that’s over with. And next time, you’ll be there,” Matt murmured as he crawled on top of you in your hotel bed.

“Missed me that badly this time?” You whispered back.

Matt hummed an agreement as he slowly pulled the sheets away from you. “Very much, baby girl.”

You leaned your head back while Matt mouthed at your neck and removed your undergarments.

“Very, very much,” He growled, teeth gently biting you.

[jhalya]

Top 10 fandoms, let's go!!! (Thank you, @meiniskos and @akai-vampire for the tag, <3)

1. Akagami no Shirayuki-hime, because who can resist this little murder muffin slash best house husband-o :))

2. Pitch Black, because Riddick is sooo much fun to write and Fry will always be awesome, that's just the way it is, I don't accept major character death in canon, yo.

3. Sicario, I mean morally ambiguous pairings are my vibe.

4. The Hobbit, mainly because Thranduil backstory is such a creative opportunity for angst. So much angst!

5. Adventures of the Galaxy Rangers - the shortage of Shane/Niko fics is criminal, but the ones that do exist are... chef's kiss!

6. Stargate SG1 - Sam and Jack? I mean - we have suffered people, but we have suffered good! Some of the best fic writers out there bless this fandom.

7. Percy Jackson - reading Percabeth makes me so happy :)) Also, Percy is so done with everything, it's amazing

8. Pacific Rim - Maleigh is relationship goals and also, the smut is epic!

9. Inuyasha - listen, I am probably the one platonic, found family Sesskag fan in the fandom :)) can you imagine family dinners with this guy? I do, all the time :))

10. Bleach - I had to add this because well, I invested 10 years of my life in this and defended Kubo all the time and, well, my heart is still broken, but hey, what can you do? #indenial

[shadeops21]

For the end of the year asks: 1, 4, 19, and 25!

1. Song Of The Year

KDA - More. That song (and the EP) has practically been dominating my playlist since it dropped a month or two ago. The composition of the music justice possesses this energy to it that just hits me different. It’s had to explain.

4. Movie Of The Year

I haven’t watched that many new movies this year (for obvious reasons, heh) but I have caught up on some relatively recent releases in the quiet time that I’ve had. Only one that comes to mind is Sicario 2: Day Of The Soldado.

19. What am I excited for?

Would it be ok to say that I’m not that excited for anything? 2021 will be a very interesting year to say the least, but there’s nothing that I can really think of or imagine of that I’d really be excited for.

25. Did you create any characters?

Earlier this year I conceptualised a story that would be part action, part comedy, with a romantic thread that drove the story. Essentially, an Air Force JTAC (they call in air strikes and fire support for SF teams and the like) starts falling for a fighter pilot, but only knows them by their call sign. The first third of the story is the guy trying to find out who this pilot is (through funny means).

Anyway, with this I had to make characters. Meet the JTAC.

Jason Burke-James

- US Air Force Special Warfare

- Staff Sergeant

- Joint Terminal Attack Controller

- Tactical Air Control Party team leader

- 29 years old

- 6’1”

- Strong lean build

- Sandy blonde hair

- Brown eyes

- Has seen combat deployments to Iraq and Afghanistan attached to Army SF , as well as humanitarian missions in disaster zones to support rescue operations and re-establish air traffic control.

I don’t know if I want to write it or make it some kind of 3D rendered visual novel thing. Both would require a lot of time, energy, and commitment, neither of which I really have at the moment.

Thanks for asking!

[kayskasmoviereviews]

25 Best Films of the 2010s

Admittedly, it has been a very long time since I updated this blog. However, given that we have just come to the end of an exceptionally great decade of film, I wanted to reflect on which films from the 2010s have stuck with me the most. This is of course a very personal list, and I haven’t seen half the movies that I wanted to in the decade. But on the first day of 2020, here are the 25 films I consider the best of the 2010s. If you’re inclined to comment, let me know what your favorites were!

1. Swiss Army Man - This surreal, bizarre comedy has such an eclectic mix of gross-out humor, emotional depth, and spectacularly original visual imagination that I honestly couldn’t imagine putting anything else in the #1 spot.

2. First Reformed - Paul Schrader returns to the transcendental style of classical filmmaking he had studied early in his life, and the result is a film that considers the human condition more seriously than just about anything else in a long time. Ethan Hawke gives a career-best performance, which is saying a lot.

3. Moonrise Kingdom - I always use this film to introduce the film unit of my freshman writing class, meaning I’ve seen it about 8 times or so. It never gets old. It was the movie that really made Wes Anderson click for me, and enhanced my appreciation of his work (and indeed, of cinema in general) to a new level.

4. Calvary - A dark, funny, intensely moving study of a moral dilemma in the life of a priest in Ireland. Absolutely amazing writing and a masterful performance by Brendan Gleeson. Somehow, John Michael McDonagh, the film’s writer and director, then went on to make War on Everyone, one of the worst films of the decade.

5. Lady Bird - Greta Gerwig’s debut movie was an extremely funny, warm, and true-to-life film that artfully and economically created as believable an on-screen world as I’ve ever seen. The film has enormous empathy with every single one of its sizable cast of characters. Gerwig is a major talent.

6. Arrival - Denis Villenueve made a lot of great films this decade (Prisoners, Blade Runner 2049, Enemy, Sicario), but none were better than this intellectually and emotionally brilliant work. As a bonus, it got me into reading Ted Chiang, who is now one of my favorite writers.

7. A Ghost Story - David Lowery also had some exceptionally strong work this decade (The Old Man & the Gun, Pete’s Dragon, Ain’t Them Bodies Saints), but the best and most distinctive was this film, which featured Casey Affleck as a ghost in a white sheet who can’t leave the house he shared with his wife (Rooney Mara). This film did more interesting things with cinematic time than any other this decade, and felt like an actually successful version of what Terence Malick tried (but in my opinion, failed) to achieve with The Tree of Life.

8. Her - One of the most profound romantic films ever made. Most romantic comedies play around with relationships as plot elements, but this one actually asked what a relationship even is in the first place. 

9. Phantom Thread - The only movie to ever actually make me say, “What the fuck?” out loud in the theater. In a good way.

10. Turbo Kid - A wonderfully entertaining low-budget indie movie that mixed irony, sincerity, nostalgia, pastiche, humor, and gory violence into something truly singular.

11. Scott Pilgrim vs. the World - One of the most purely fun films ever made in terms of visual style. Edgar Wright’s meticulous attention to mise-en-scene, editing, and visual effects has never been put to better use than it was here.

12. 12 Years a Slave - The best historical film of the decade, one that used art-house style visuals, stern filmmaking discipline, and major Hollywood actors to create an extremely convincing and harrowing portrayal of slavery.

13. Room - One of the most moving films of the decade, and Brie Larson was a deserving Oscar winner for this one.

14. The Paddington films - The cutest, cuddliest, most sweetly entertaining kids’ movies in a very long time. Both films are essentially perfect in their charm and their surprisingly elaborate attention to visual craft. I can’t wait for Paddington 3.

15.The Hateful Eight - Everyone knows the over-the-top violence in Quentin Tarantino’s other films is largely played for fun and laughs, and I enjoy it as much as anyone. However, I think he was doing something distinctly different here, something much darker and more morally serious. Jennifer Jason Leigh’s performance was one of my absolute favorites of the decade.

16. The Lobster - Few films are this original, this dark, or this bitterly funny. I really gelled with Yorgos Lanthimos’s distinctive style in this movie, and thought Colin Farrell, Rachel Weisz, and the other actors all landed on the perfect wavelength for their performances.

17. Logan - People talk constantly about the Marvel Cinematic Universe movies, and it is very true that those films as a group achieved something truly unprecedented and highly enjoyable in the 2010s. In terms of individual films, though, the best superhero movie this decade (and maybe ever) was Logan, which gave an extremely satisfying conclusion to Hugh Jackman’s 17 years with the character.

18. The John Wick series - The John Wick films are undoubtedly some of the most technically proficient and stylistically accomplished action films ever made. The plot is so simple as to be a joke, yes, but the action is executed with such an incredibly high level of skill and dedication that you simply have to respect the people who put this madness together.

19. Blade Runner 2049 - Some of the most visually stunning cinematography and visual effects I’ve seen, smartly put in service of a strong story that does actually live up to the legacy of the original.

20. Cloud Atlas - Sure, you could pretty fairly say that this movie was cheesy, messy, silly, and missed some of the elements of the book. But dammit, it was truly ambitious, and the Wachowskis (one of whom had transitioned before the making of the film, and the other of whom did later) really did put their hearts into it.

21. The Favourite - Lanthimos further develops the weird style I had liked so much in his earlier films, but this time puts it in the service of a slightly warmer and more accessible story than before. Olivia Colman gave a truly astonishing performance.

22. It Follows - My favorite horror movie of the decade, even more than Hereditary, Get Out, or Midsommar. I found the premise ingeniously frightening, and thought the direction, mise-en-scene, and performances really helped develop the film into a singular horror achievement.

23. Dunkirk - I would actually argue this is one of the best war films ever made, maybe even the best one, precisely because it does away with most of the cliches and contrivances and narrative devices common to most war films in favor of simply creating two hours of an ever-escalating “We need to get out of here right now” feeling. By abandoning so many trappings, it managed to feel more real than almost any other war film.

24. It’s Such a Beautiful Day - This film got me into Don Hertzfeldt’s work, and now he’s someone I’m keeping an eye on forever. This is intense, weird, emotionally powerful stuff, all done with stick figures.

25. Parasite - A perfect film from beginning to end. There’s not one frame out of place, and no way I can imagine Bong Joon Ho and his collaborators having made this film any better than they did. They should teach this one in film school forever.

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MONOS One Of The Most Complete Cinematic Experience Of 2019

Seeing Alejandro Landes MONOS this late might be "anti-climatic" considering the buzz died down - or maybe the anticipation/expectation is at apogee, which can be dangerous and leads to disappointment - nevertheless, it was one of the most surprising viewing experience if the year.

Especially now, it seems almost criminal to know that the film was not shortlisted for foreign/international picture, but it's not surprising considering how edgy MONOS is! It is the kind of movie that can make a lot of people (conventional viewers who are big portion of Oscars' voters) feel very uncomfortable because it involves kids and very sensitive subjects. It abounds psychological and physical violence among other evocative controversial themes.

The main cast is almost exclusively teens playing child soldiers for the guerrilla, guarding over a hostage in remote camps in the mountains or the jungle. In fact, MONOS is classified as thriller war movie type, which is absolutely right as a whole, but when seeing the movie viewers might not necessarily see it as a one (war movie), which is interesting as the film develops more into an adventure series of unfortunate events with psychological elements. If you're going in knowing nothing about it, in the beginning, you will get a sense that these kids / the child soldiers of sorts are brainwashed or definitely in some kind of cult, but we don't really know their purpose. And realistically we can imagine the kids themselves don't even know their purposes, but we clearly understand the motives behind keeping the "doctora", or the white foreign woman. Obviously we will figure this out a bit more scene after scenes, with hints here or there, and things said, but we also  don't really get a sense that someone knows what is happening as they seem to go with the flow. There's no endgame (***NO SPOILER HERE but up until the end nobody knows!!!) and at many points in MONOS, things change and surprise characters and audiences alike. This feeling of uncertainty adds to the atmosphere of dread, and exceptionally sad and dramatic conditions of the youngster on top of all the crazy responsibilities and pressure on their tiny shoulders.

MONOS is a hard one to judge because there's so much to like, there is so much that isn't like anything out there, and there is also so much that could've been better,  could've been G.R.E.A.T. To be fair it's already great in many ways, but it could've really been the best (well  it will be hard, again, to compete against PARASITES this year! But for some reasons, many of these films have the same vibes about people or the oppressed taking over (or trying to) power or things - or both - from the oppressor or the rich people!)

But let’s dig into few things that made MONOS one of 2019 best

SOUND AND MUSIC

The music was MONOS special ingredient, it was as powerful and as crucial in making it great. The score, by the great Mica Levi,  was actually playing sporadically and many will not notice that while watching the movie because it was incorporated in such a clever way. But reading, afterward, that it was only 20 minutes or so of the movie makes us realize how impactful and crucial it was. It is, of course, a "dread-inducing" score in the vein of SICARIO by the late Johann Johannsson or using specifics sound like Nolan movies and the famous Brammmsss" *there was actually a "Brammms" in MONOS, a very distinctive sound emanating anxiety. Although the songs were captivating in their own rights, it was more about sounds and notes rather than melody almost like in Micachu previous UNDER THE SKIN  or films like ANNIHILATION (well we will still remember those famous foreboding 5 notes forever and ever!) We might not remember or be able to hum MONOS score but we remember how it felt and THIS is a very important. That being said this is one of the best scores of the year along with Fatima Al Qadiri ATLANTICS (hey hey hey  2 women composers who did stunning work this year but who might, or might not be overlooked by the Academy... just like their directors’ counterpart! Are we not tired of this s#$%t yet!? #sorrynosorry )

This also brings us to the sound design that was like the movie’s visual and attitude, visceral and "all about the evocation of feelings". From the water flows in the river, tormenting mosquitoes, to torrential rain, to the tedious cutting of jungle plants, the walking/falling in the slippery mud, or children playing with noise because YES they are children. Everything was well done and even more mind-blowing when reading about the composer process. For example the use of the whistling and different types of whistles to represent different emotions, purpose or person. (interestingly, there was another movie using this same subject this year, well it was actually central to the films, hence its name THE WHISTLER! But strangely it was used to more effective degrees in MONOS as it felt very instinctive and ingenious, it's really hard to find another movie using this so well)

SCENES AND VISUAL If we have to talk about one absolutely incredible scene we have to talk about "the rapids scene". It totally blows mind, and it's amazing how they manage to film this - and that they actually filmed it with the kids in the water with the help of the national kayak team and the help of Peter Zuccarini as underwater director of photography couple with cinematography by Jasper Wolf and the whole direction by Alejandro Landes is quite amazing and most of all, it is very surprising. They filmed in the jungle in areas that were not explored before, or at high altitudes without water electricity or with very limited resources. So reading about the making-of of this film makes us appreciate all the crazy details and incomparable imagery. The closest thing visually available this year in terms of the intensity and feel would have to be WAVE with all the up & down and angst (like the teenagers at the centers of both films) and the way the camera and story really follows the characters in every frame, and, in an often very very focused manner, with thigh shots on face. To be honest from the beginning it's very striking how we witness a fresh and certain new style of film-making that is quite inspiring. It is also good to note that we have this new wave of films and filmmakers from all over the world reclaiming stories. (Considering the director was very familiar with these stories) In addition, since MONOS is also a survivalist story of sorts it might evoke films like THE REVENANTS with incredible/unbelievable things happening but rooted in hard-core realism without forsaking arts and technique.(well there is a trippy scene that went for "subtle trippy" and yet conveyed the appropriate response in a low-key MIDSOMMAR way...!)

THE ACTING Okay, we have to do it even if it's very redundant to talk about the acting for all those great movies, but truly here ALL the actors (Sofia Buenaventura, Julián Giraldo, Karen Quintero, Laura Castrillón, Deiby Rueda, Paul Cubides, Sneider Castro, Moises Arias, Julianne Nicholson, Wilson Salazar) did a TERRIFIC job. Taking into consideration that for all but one of the kids and Nicholson they had no prior experience. It was magnificent portrayals of fully formed characters especially for a story involving undoubtely hard themes with harsh violence, but, even if not shown the cast managed to relate horrific or devastating events with their facial expressions. It was striking and very strange how real it all felt, the closest movies involving child soldier is likely BEAST OF NO NATION which was a different beast, to say the least, all about that dark intensity and unlike MONOS we did not really get to see "kids being kids shenanigans" much (although they were younger...) MONOS also obviously took some inspiration from LORD OF THE FLIES and there are nods here in there, as well as APOCALYPSE NOW for the war/rebellion part, but contrarily there are only very few hints of mysticism on magic realism.

 MONOS can also bring to mind film like BEAST OF SOUTHERN WILDS - might be far-fetched you might say, okay! - and we also have WENDY by the same director coming soon so maybe with some LORD OF THE FLIES vibe so we might have a pattern here!

OBSERVATIONS ABOUT THE STORY AND THE ENDING

Many will appreciate  the fact that no country or group is mentioned, or specified. They always call it 'The Organization' or even if the group they are part of is called Monos, at some point, they even go incognito without a name... Without trying to spoil anything, but even at the credit roll we do not really know for sure, which is particularly very very frustrating! ( a-la Nolan, trying to leave it up to our imagination but surely we can guess more element  as this is not science fiction but inspired by grim events from Latin American countries like Columbia and  para-military groups -  it's good to mention that the actor playing the trainer was actually a child soldier who the filmmaker found in a rehabilitation camp where he actually spent time researching for the film. So this is why all the details felt so genuine) BUT what beautiful and powerful ending echoing the real-life situation about what is happening in this part of the world, the population and these kids are left without concrete solutions...

MORAL OF THE STORY: ***8/10

MONOS is one of the best films of 2019 and it will be a real shame not to see it for yourself. It is one of those movie that is a complete viewing experience. It has a great story that will keep you on the edge of your seat, some bonkerz details that will entertain you, some absorbing chase and "action scene", some dramatic moments that will make you think, and, of course, a moral and ending that will gut punch you like it should.