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[gayraeofsun]

i just really want to scream about this movie into the void because it was so well done, and i doubt anyone will really see this but i don't really have anyone i could have a deep discussion about this with.

trigger warning and spoiler warning ahead for the movie blink twice. content ahead discusses themes around sa, including r*pe, drugging, manipulation, and general physical/verbal abuse.

i don't keep up with any previews or recent movie releases much anymore, so i was going into this movie almost completely blind like i do with most new movies anymore. i had seen one preview, but it was apparently plain and simple enough for me to mostly forget about it. the irony in that will be made known a bit later on.

the movie automatically opens with a screen that displays a trigger warning, which is something that i had been seeing for the first time in any kind of visual media. normally these things are already listed by the ratings, but as a sa survivor who had no idea what this movie was going to be, it was a good thing to see so i could brace myself for what was to come. do i think this is necessary for any and every movie of this kind? no, it feels a little redundant (again, these things are typically included in the ratings). and, well, asking me to not watch if it would upset me is kind of a no deal, since i paid for a ticket and popcorn to see this on the big screen.

we're immediately introduced to our two main characters, two best friends, and it's hard to not immediately fall for their relationship with each other. so playful and silly and ridiculous, you can immediately tell they adore each other's company in their shitty job living in their shitty apartment, and you can tell that they're written by a woman who loves these characters and wants to portray them as relatable people. the interactions between the whole cast of girls, i think, was just outstandingly done. they felt realistic, not constantly shitting on each other and fighting for the attention of the men (though some jealousy of that fashion is still portrayed). they were all there enjoying the island and they ended up bonding together wonderfully. they were funny without being over-the-top rude or nasty or promiscuous, as is portrayed commonly in female characters in popular media. i can't and won't stop gushing over how much these characters felt just like real life girls that i was hanging out with.

this movie was really great at putting a pit in your stomach and slowly making it grow. of course, the trigger warning at the beginning spoils what's to come, so for me the pit was there from the start. any sensible person who's been socialized to be a woman will know, you don't ever just run away with some random ass group of men you don't know to the middle of nowhere with no cell service. but the little things that make the main character, frida, stop and question are so subtle, and so easily dismissed to start with. the used lip gloss in the drawer, the available clothes despite being an "unexpected" guest, the weird cleaning staff. but they increasingly get more odd. the island is full of venomous snakes and they all have to be killed on sight. something about these flirty interactions isn't quite right anymore, and he's talking about repressed memories. what day even is it? why am i always waking up with dirt under my nails?

who even knows or cares though, since we're all high and/or drunk 24/7. welcome to paradise!

it builds and builds until it begins to unravel, slowly and then all at once as the girls come to the realization of what happens to them every night when they get unbelievably high after dinner. the bond between the first two to piece it together was outstanding, and i love that there wasn't a cheap "find the phones and call authorities" plan. they worked out why that wouldn't work at all, because who would they believe? the "hysterical bitches" making claims without any kind of solid evidence, or the rich white man who's now a reformed soul and probably good friends with some of the cops?

the ending is not a happy one, in my eyes, though i believe it was probably supposed to be portrayed as one? two girls live and three girls die by the end. the ringmaster (ceo) of the whole thing ends up accidentally taking his own forgetfulness juice and suddenly doesn't understand what's going on and why all his friends are dead or have been otherwise brutalized. he knocks over lit candles and then trips and knocks himself out in his stupor, and the island burns down, the photographic evidence (that was later discovered) and all. i thought it was just going to end there and we would be left with the ambiguous ending, and that's never satisfying and feels very overdone anymore.

but instead, we're given a scene where our main character is now the ceo of the company, and legally married to the man who lured her away and horrifically abused her. twice. i interpreted this as her getting her own form of justice/revenge. i doubt she gives him half the treatment he gave her, but now she controls him and everything he owns and knew, and gets every bit of respect she wants. he killed her best friend and two other girls after overpowering the lot of them every single night. in a perfect world, he'd get tried and punished for his crimes legally. but all the evidence of it ever happening burned to the ground. so this is what she does to cope. in the final scene, she seems very satisfied, more than pleased to make her new husband's old crew squirm. she becomes the thing that destroyed her and so many others (but yk, most likely without the rapist cult).

one character i very suddenly grew interested in was the scrawniest boy in the group. he flies perfectly under the radar and doesn't appear in many of scenes that portray the gruesome sa. the one where he's in clear view, he appears to be another victim, trying to flee from one of the bigger men and receiving a black eye, which he would have no memory of getting the next morning. he's told by one of the girls that he smells nice, most likely referencing the perfume that was making them forget everything. it seemed very clear that he was in a victim role here as well, likely also being sa-ed. but he's never seen bound and gagged with the girls.

his final scene gets interesting when the ceo berates him for doing nothing to help the girls the entire time (yeah, the same ceo millionaire who's been basically orchestrating this whole sick fucking show in his perfect little getaway island). how he thinks there's a special place in hell for people who sit and do nothing in the face of evil. there are two very different ways to interpret this. 1) he wasn't actually getting drugged and abused with the girls, and was there as someone who didn't actively participate in abusing the girls, but also didn't do anything to try to stop it either. this could be blatant commentary on the two types of evil; while "not all men" r*pe and abuse people, not enough men will speak out against it or try to run to the victim's defense. or 2) the ceo was casting blame onto someone who was genuinely confused as to what was happening (which seems to ring true in both scenarios), and someone who was also a victim and stuck in a completely helpless situation. both could hold some level of truth, but ultimately i read him as the latter, thinking he was meant to represent the less common male victim. he gets killed by one of the girls, who wasn't specifically targeting him but also wasn't taking any chances, and that's the last we see of him. in my eyes he could either be read as the kind of evil that merely observes and therefore was rightfully murdered, or he could represent his male victims often get forgotten about or less acknowledged, which could speak as to why he was killed off so quickly never to be discussed again.

and i've gotta say, one thing i really appreciate about the scenes depicting r*pe is that it put a lot of the focus on the r*pists and not their victims. they were careful to not show any nudity or any shots of the women getting r*ped, but still showed them getting forced down when they tried to flee. i have not personally seen any other graphic scenes of this nature in other movies, but from what i hear a lot of it can get rather pornographic, and i feel like that's incredibly distasteful when you're trying to depict something that's absolutely vile. this movie does a great job of getting the absolute terror of the moment across without compromising any of the actresses by posing them seductively or showing off their bodies, and same goes for the men (if you don't count a couple of them being shirtless).

the writing is so wonderful, and the little clues as to what's happening beneath the surface are so good and plentiful. this is a movie that i don't think i'd ever be able to sit through again, but the sense of dread that continued to grow and grow will surely stick with me. it was very darkly funny in many places, which did great to break up some of the tension. for anyone who was able to stomach it, i would highly recommend watching through it once you're able. i think it was outstandingly well done and handled certain things as well as it could without watering any of it down.

[supercap2319]

Can you make a fic about Harlan × Cody. I keep rewatch Wolf pack cuz damn their scene at the parking car at gym (I think?)

Noble walked out of the gym for a little bit of fresh air. The air was cleaner, and less smellier than inside. He heard the sound of quiet moans. He looks around the parking lot and sees Cody and Harlan kissing against someone's car. Noble's car. He walked towards them. "Hey! if you guys are gonna do it, please don't do it on my car."

Harlan and Cody pull apart, turning to face Noble with mischievous grins. Harlan leans against the car, his hand possessively caressing the roof. "Aw, come on, man. Your car's just as good as any other."

"Yeah, but I don't want anything on it." Noble said, taking in their appearance. Cody and Harlan were both panting. Harlan was shirtless, a silver chain around his neck, but Cody still wore his yellow muscle shirt. "Having fun?"

Harlan smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Just a little... foreplay. You know how it is, right?" Cody grins wolfishly, stepping closer to Noble. "Want to join us?"

"You want me to hook up in a parking lot?" Noble asked.

The young werewolf chuckles, pushing off the car and moving towards Noble. "What, you've never been adventurous?" Cody's eyes rake over Noble's body appreciatively. "Live a little. No one's watching..."

"Nice try, Harlan. Those tricks don't work." Noble smiled. Harlan laughs, a rich, deep sound. "Alright, alright. Fair enough. But... how about this? We'll make it worth your while. You join us, and we'll... clean your car. Top to bottom. Inside and out."

"You will?"

Cody nods eagerly. "Scout's honor." Harlan mimics the scout sign with his fingers, a mockery of the gesture. "So, what do you say? A little fun, a clean car?"

"Sounds great." Noble smiled.

Harlan's face lights up with a victorious grin. "Excellent!" Cody pounces, pressing Noble against the car and kissing him fiercely. Noble gasped as Cody's lips were on his own, feeling the side of his car against his back. Harlan takes advantage of the moment, his hands roaming over Noble's body as Cody kisses him. "Mmm, I've wanted this for so long," Harlan murmurs against Noble's neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "Cody, help me get him out of these clothes..."

Noble groans and grinds as Harlan and Cody strip him bare in the gym parking lot. With a final tug, Noble stands naked before them, the cool night air caressing his skin. Harlan drops to his knees, taking Noble in his mouth hungrily. Cody watches for a moment, biting his lip before joining Harlan. Together, they worship Noble, their mouths and hands working in harmony. Noble gasped and moaned as Harlan and Cody service his cock. Licking and laping at his cock and balls. He threads his fingers through their hair, watching with hooded eyes as they make out on his cock. "So hot..."

Harlan and Cody look up at Noble, their faces covered in saliva and their hair mussed. Harlan gazes up at him adoringly, while Cody's eyes burn with desire. They continue their dual oral assault, their movements becoming more frantic as they fight for Noble's attention. He knew that Harlan was a slut, but he never expected it from Cody as well. Now, he had both studs on their knees sucking him off. It was so hot.

Noble's breathing hitches as they intensify their efforts, Harlan swallowing him whole while Cody focuses on the sensitive underside. The dual sensation is overwhelming, and Noble can't help but buck his hips, the cold metal of the car door pressing against his back. "I'm... gonna...gonna...shit!"

Both guys redouble their efforts, their hands gripping Noble's thighs as they eagerly await his release. Harlan's fingers dig into the flesh, encouraging him to let go. Cody's eyes flutter closed, his own desire evident through his pants. "Come for us, Noble. Please..." Noble groans and moans loudly as he spills his load into the eager mouths of both guys.

Harlan and Cody swallow every last drop, cleaning Noble up with gentle laps before they rise, their chins glistening. Cody leans in to kiss Harlan, sharing Noble's taste between them. "He tastes so good," Harlan murmurs against Cody's mouth. "Noble deserves a turn now."

[stinkywritin]

All That Remains of the Day

Synopsis: movie night with Lixie

Warnings: MDNI established relationship, bf!felix, service top Felix, bottom ftm!reader, soft couch head with stoned bf while watching movies, mentions of weed (use responsibly/with trusted individuals), no proofreading we die like men

While most of your other friends who were in relationships were out enjoying the crisp fall air and general fall vibes, you and your boyfriend Felix were cuddled up under a blanket on the couch watching Corpse Bride. It had been a pretty shitty morning, not only did you wake up late for work but you couldn’t find your chest binder in time, meaning you booked it to your shift at the convenience store in a tight sports bra and an oversized t-shirt layered over a long sleeve. While you probably didn’t look all that different from your usual self, the nagging feeling of dysphoria kept reminding you throughout the day of your not-super-flat chest. It resulted in a slightly sour mood for your entire shift, the constant distraction from your brain causing a few slip ups at work, resulting in an earful from your boss.

The cherry on top truly was missing your bus home and almost getting hit by a cyclist who didn’t understand the concept of a bike lane, instead choosing to speed down the sidewalk and nearly crashing into you. Luckily the universe decided to show you some mercy and the next bus came on time, even if you still had to walk back to your apartment in the dark.

The cyclist might’ve narrowly missed you but your boyfriend didn’t, practically throwing his body into you the second you open the front door and koala hugging your figure. His arms pulled you into his chest, essentially engulfing you with his upper body before closing the front door behind you. “Y/n you’re cold, come on!” Felix whined in between pecks to your forehead.

There’s a brief moment where he pulls back to peel off your backpack and jacket, turning to hang them up while you toe off your sneakers. A second barely passes before he’s wrapped you back up into his chest again, guiding you into your living room and pushing your frame down to sit on the couch. “I’m gonna go get you some pjs, you sit here and pick a movie”, he ends with a kiss to your cheek before taking off in the direction of your shared bedroom.

You spend a few moments scrolling before ending on Corpse Bride, spending a few seconds selecting the film and pressing start. Felix is back just as the movie finishes loading, handing you a pair of sweatpants and a random T-shirt. While you’re changing out of your — probably horrific smelling — work clothes, Felix brings out a rectangular tray and starts rolling a joint he intends to share. You take a few steps to throw your work clothes into the laundry hamper (pls omg be clean don’t leave ur shit on the floor bro), then hurriedly flopping back onto the couch. Felix hands you his joint and a lighter, “You have the honors.”

You take the newly rolled joint between your lips, lighting the end and taking a deep inhale. As the smoke leaves your mouth when you exhale, you can feel the worries escape with it. It certainly helps that Felix is soothingly running his hand along your back, plucking the joint from your fingers while encouraging you to tell him the shitty details of your day. You pass the joint between each other as the opening sequence starts playing, Felix calmly listening and even massaging any knots in your shoulders he comes across. Your voice echoes over the film as you spill out all the frustrations of that day, trying to get your eyes to stop welling up but the weed in your system making it harder to hide any emotion, getting high with Felix meant wearing your emotions on your sleeves. The joint is long gone and the movie is a quarter way through when you finish recounting your day, fully leaning your upper half onto your boyfriend’s frame with his arms wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry my love,” Felix pecks your forehead before lifting your chin to make eye contact, “can I do anything else for you.”

You nod your head in a sideways motion before whispering, “being with you is making my day less shitty already.”

You hear his giggle before he’s pulling you in for a kiss, disregarding the movie and softly pushing you back to lay flat on the couch. He’s holding you so tenderly, pouring his love into the kiss. The fogginess in your head lets you forget the day’s events easier and focus solely on your boyfriend whose hands are traveling down to the waistband of your sweats. “Let me do more for you angel”

Being high with Felix usually meant his horniness became more apparent, his hands were always on your body and his lips were always placing kisses on you. You whimper when you feel him tug down your sweats and start to feel up on your core, earning a chuckle from him while he pulls your boxers down. You feel his hands traveling to grip the underside of your thighs, the band on his pinky reminding you of the promise ring you got him and then never took off. You can feel the cold metal on your thighs as he pulls them apart to slot his head in between.

He hears your gasps and hums out, “let all your worries leave that pretty head of yours okay” before licking a stripe up your core. He pulls your swollen tdick into his mouth and starts running circles over it with his tongue, letting out a muffled groan when your hands fly down to grip his hair and pull him closer. It’s embarrassing how quickly you start to approach your orgasm, you partly blame the weed for making your body so sensitive but you mostly blame Felix for learning how to please you in every possible way. It’s insane how quickly he learned your body, how to make you twitch and squirm or cry out in pleasure. He’s switching between licking and sucking your nerve when you feel his index finger start to prod at your entrance, slowly slipping in and curling up towards your stomach.

Your body erupts in goosebumps when his finger grazes a certain spot, you can almost feel his grin when he feels the bumps start to pebble your skin. He’s moaning into your tdick, his eyelids opening to meet your gaze and you can see the devilish joy he takes in making you fall apart on his mouth and fingers. He adds in a second finger as he releases your clit with an obscenely loud ‘pop’ before flicking it back and forth with his tongue, he’s absorbed in your facial expressions and sounds.

He can feel you getting close to your release, his fingers curling into you faster as he takes your clit back in his mouth. The added stimulation of his mouth back on you is what sends you over the edge, cumming over his fingers and tightening your grip on his hair. “Such a pretty boy,” he hums out while taking long licks of your release, “my handsome man.”

You’re panting harder than when you ran to catch the bus earlier in the day, your orgasm ripping through your body and leaving your knees feeling like jello. Felix meets you in a soft kiss, you can taste yourself on his tongue but you’re too fucked out to really care. The familiar sound of the end credits starts to play through your living room, catching both of you off guard since it meant you both completely forgot about the movie playing on the screen.

You’re both giggling as you tighten your hold on Felix, your boyfriend lowering himself to rest on top of you and nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck. You both fall asleep in that position, you carding your fingers through his hair and mumbling praises into his ear.

A/N: can’t sleep here’s some filth because my dorm mates can’t let me sleep :)))) I’m not internally screamcrying I swear -V

[ahimhere]

Bad Maid

genre: smut

pairing: dom!Seonghwaxfem!reader

au/summary : You cleaned the best you could

waring: explicit smut

rating: 18+

wc: 1916

"Who told you to be such a bad maid huh?

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Waring: Dom Seonghwa (Sir) , cosplay(maid outfit), spanking, degradation kink, oral (male receiving), Pet names (doll), deep throating, fingering

Did you like cleaning houses? No, but bills had to be paid somehow.

You received the request a few nights ago. It wasn't a previous client, you would've remembered this one. He asked that you clean top to bottom, dusting the cleanings then wiping the desks and finally the floor. That was normal, but the floor requirements, now that was new.

First go over with a lint roller, then sweep, mop and finally the lint roller again. Who does all of this?

You were going to deny it as it didn't seem worth it but then you saw the note.

"I'll pay 5x your rate, 10x if you wear a maid outfit and a bonus."

A bonus? A maid outfit? Was this a kink? Most definitely but man did you need the money and what he was offering was 3 months worth of rent, you just couldn't say no. You went online and brought the outfit and then booked the appointment for next week.

You arrived at his apartment, wearing a huge jacket to cover the embarrassing outfit. You punched in the code and entered.

After removing your shoes and slipping on your slippers, you carried your equipment inside and took a look around. "Wha-"

It. Was. Spointless. I mean you couldn't believed someone lives here. There wasn't dishes, or dust or dirt. Just clean. You weren't really sure why you were here. What could you really do?

You sighed and decided to try, that's why you were here. You hung your jacket on the coat rack and began to work, doing exactly as requested.

The dress felt weird, you felt exposed while dusting but when it came to using the lint roller it was great having freedom on your legs.

After waiting for the floor to dry, you started the lint rolling process again, that's when you heard the door open again. It's normal for clients to return or even be in the home while you're working so you weren't scared until you remembered what you were wearing.

You were about to run and try to hide until he came into the living room. "I see you're finishing up."

"Ah, yes Mr. Park, just using the lint roller again."

He hummed with approval. "Do you mind if I look around and check?"

"Oh no. Not at all sir." You smiled at him as he walked around his apartment.

You returned to the floor, finishing the last of it. Once you finished you packed your supplies up and waited for your client.

"Is everything to your liking Mr. Park?" You asked.

He stood in front of you and glanced at your outfit. "You wore the maid outfit."

You were hoping he somehow didn't notice and became embarrassed. "Oh, um yeah I did." You laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment. "Is everything to your liking?" You asked again, ready to run back to your home.

"The bonus. Do you want it?" He asked, his eyes not leaving your face.

"Ah yes!" You completely forgot about that. "What is it?"

"I want to have sex. You can say no, you'll still be paid." He looked you in your eyes, showing that this wasn't a joke.

"I knew it was a kink!" You said to yourself but processing what he said. Sex? What kind of service does he think this is?

"I don't offer those services. Pay me and I'll be on my way." He nodded and pulled out his phone. A few moments later your phone vibrated. You pulled it out and saw he sent the pay. 10x your rate as promised. You bowed and left his apartment.

You stepped into the elevator and sighed. "At least he was attractive." His request played in your head as the elevator descended. It's been a while since you were intimate with someone and god was it tempting. He was tempting.

You reached the lobby before sighing and returning to his floor. 'Why not?' You thought. You rang his bell and he answered. "You're not paying me for this."

"Of course."

"We're just two adults."

"Naturally." He stepped away from the door and allowed you to enter. You closed the door and set your stuff down before removing your jacket.

He grabbed your hand and led you into the bedroom, the one you just cleaned. "Are you okay with me spanking you?"

You are stunned. This man is straightforward and god it was doing something to you. "That's fine." You answered.

"It's a yes or no doll."

"Oh, Yes."

"Yes sir?"

"Yes sir." It was a great choice to come back.

"Good." Seonghwa sat at the foot of his bed and made you stand in front of him. "Do you know what you did wrong today?"

You were stunned? Today? Did you do something wrong yesterday? This was your first time meeting him. You weren't sure how to answer.

"Can't talk now doll?" He cocked his head to the side and stared at you. Oh he wants an answer.

"No sir, I don't know." He shook his head. That wasn't the right answer.

"Lay across my lap." You swallowed your saliva and did as he told. This was new, this was exciting. The anticipation of what to come was killing you. Your line of thought was broken when he removed your underwear and threw it to the floor. "Wet already? Shameful."

Were you really? While you were lost in thought, Seonghwa took two fingers and slowly dragged them along your slit before dipping them into your hole. A quiet moan escaped your lips as you felt his finger enter you. Just before you could enjoy the feeling, he removed his fingers and slide them down towards your clit

What was he doing? You didn't have long to wonder before his hand came across your bare ass. "Ouch!"

"I come home and there's a mess everywhere" He slaps your ass again, ensuring to rub it after each slap.

"How can one person-" Again.

"Make such a huge mess." And again. It hurt, you weren't sure what he was talking about, his place is spotless.

"But sir-" Another slap.

"Did I say you can talk?"

"No si-" And another.

"Huh, since you like talking so much, get up. On your knees." You did as he said and got up from his lap and sat on your knees in front of him. "Open your mouth, nice and wide."

You opened your mouth and watched him remove his pants and pull out his cock. While you were staring at him, trying not to drool over the man in front of you, Seonghwa shoved his cock down your throat.

You began to choke, tears flowing from your eyes and drool sliding down your chin. "Who told you to be such a bad maid huh?" He pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath. "I asked you to clean and instead you make a mess. It's okay, I'm going to it today."

"Suck." He commanded.

You placed your hands on his cock before he moved them away. "I said suck. Don't use your hands." You nodded before sucking his tip, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head.

Soft groans came from him and it made you proud. You continued the acting before taking his length in, slowly bobbing your head up and down.

The groaning above became louder and longer causing you to pool up under your skirt. You slipped a finger into yourself and pumped it in and out of you. You bobbed your head faster, matching the speed of your fingers.

It was hard to contain your own pleasure, before you knew it, you were moaning against his dick. He felt the vibrations and looked down at you. "Look at you, pathetic. You just couldn't wait huh." He pulled away from your mouth and lifted your chin up with his finger.

"You must not need my dick then." No you did, the wait was killing you.

"Please sir. I need it sir." He smirked at you. He stood up and laid on the bed. He grabbed a condom from his night stand and slipped in on himself

"Do it yourself. Get on the bed and fuck yourself."

The embarrassment arose again, but you didn't want it to stop so you stood up, got on the bed and sat on his waist. You took in a deep breath before raising yourself up and lowering down onto his dick.

A moan erupted out of you as he sterached you. How long has it been? It didn't matter now, he was filling you up and damn did it feel good. You took a deep breath and looked at the man underneath you. He smirked proudly, glad to see you like this.

You placed your hands on his hips and began bouncing on top of him. The slow place allows you to hit that oh so sweet spot. Your moans loud and vibrant as you pleasured yourself with his cock.

"That's right, keep going." Seonghwa sais in a low, husk tone. Just hearing his voice made your walls clenched up. He chuckled felling you and moved his hands on top your thighs, slowing rubbing them up and down causing you to clench up more

"More sir, please." You begged. You wanted him to fuck you, you needed him too. "I did such a bad job earlier, didn't I ?" You weren't sure what came over you and caused you to say that, but god you were thankful.

Something clicked in Seonghwa's head, a light switch was flipped. He moved his hands off your thigh and onto your waist. He placed his feet flat down on the bed. Before you could process what was happening, he began thrusting up into you, continuing to hit that sweet spot but at a much faster pace.

"You are absolutely right." He said between groans. "You've been bad, you need to be punished, isn't that right." His fingers began to dig into your sides but you didn't mind, you couldn't. The way he was making you feel, that way your walls stretched around him, the moans he forced out your body, and he was too damn good looking, this was heaven.

"Yes sir! Please punish me." Your mouth spoke on its own. Your brain could only focus on the pleasure that your body was receiving and just when you thought you could handle it, he surprises you again.

He moved one hand and placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it in circles. "You better cum when I tell you to. You hear me doll."

You nod your head furiously, words no longer being your friends. "Y-yes sir!"

Seonghwa smiled at you, seeing you become undone on top of him made him happy. He continued his vicious attack against your hole and you clit as his own pleasure built up. It was hard for him to hold back his own orgasm.

"Fuck, cum. Cum on me doll, Fuck." He groaned while he cummed himself.

That was all you needed to hear before cumming yourself. A silent moan escaped your open mouth while you threw your head back. Your legs shook violently as he continued to rub your clit.

"S-sir.."

He understood and wrapped his arms around you and laid you on his chest. He slipped out of you, allowing your fluids to flow out and onto him. He rubbed small circles around your back while you caught your breath.

It was better to be a bad maid.

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I hope you guys enjoy this one! I did proof read so i hope there's not many errors! Thank you for reading !

Edit: I meant to add a pic !-!

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Masterlist

[mintsuwu]

IRENE STORYTIME BECAUSE IT WAS ABOUT TIME I am deeply sorry this will be a little long;;

Irene Relda, also known as "Mademoiselle Ratler" (based on a headcanon by Frankilew on DA in which the mice society changes the last names of those who are of different species, for example Ratigan instead of Flanigan) or "The Witch of Geinburg Street" is a female rodent born as a cross between a rat and a mouse, who lives apart from society due to discrimination and therefore is tired of everyone and everything(?

She is usually quiet and reserved, not showing emotions too often... But she's a gentle sweetheart deep down. And despite having quite the character and strenght, she is always willing to lend a helping hand to those who are not hostile towards her.

VOICE HEADCANON: Miss Spider (Voiced by Susan Sarandon in "James and the Giant Peach")

Irene´s mother was a rat of French origin who worked as a maid after moving to Mousedom, where she hoped to have a good life that unfortunately, she did not find. The father on the other hand was a well-to-do man, a prestigious professor or investigator at Scotland Yard…. But obviously, he could not accept the fact that the world knew that he had had a daughter with a maid who was, on top of that, a rat, so he fired the mother immediately and she took their child with her.

Irene didn't have the best childhood, but she was happy as long as she could be with her mother despite the difficulties she had to face (being a rat in a mouse society, single woman with a daughter who is a crossbreed, etc.). Sadly, there was a point when Irene's mother passed away and the girl had to raise herself from then on.

As she grew up, Irene acquired skills such as cleaning, sewing, and generally doing other household chores. She also knew a lot about herbs since, due to not having many resources, she could not afford to get sick often, so she could resort to the use of plants and natural healing methods.

Thanks to her skills she was able to follow in her mother's footsteps and worked as a maid, offering a good service regardless of the salary, but for various circumstances she was mostly dismissed: either because of her condition, because she was accused of acts she had not committed or simply because the ladies of the household did not like her (or were envious of her for a reason she could not understand).

She worked for a duchess at some point, who was actually a covert criminal who went by the name "Dolleyes" (huge shoutout to @rexmk0153universe-blog for suggesting her name and for helping me come up for so many ideas for this sequel au!!): her plans were based on getting in touch with or marrying rich men and then murdering them in order to keep their posessions.

One unfortunate day Irene witnessed one of the Duchess' crimes, so in exchange of her silence, she was fired (although she took revenge later… Let's say she offered Dolleyes an apology cake that had a dirty surprise and that hurt the noblewoman's ego while the queen of Mousedom witnessed everything (?) basically that cake scene from "The Help".)

From that humiliation, a lot of rumors about Irene began to spread. They said things of the sorts that she was a witch who stole valuables, tricked and seduced husbands, kidnapped children and ate them, or poisoned and even cursed those who upset her.

From the moment the rumors began, Irene had more difficulty getting a job because no one wanted to hire her, so she lived hand to mouth, and (perhaps do clothing comissions from time to time). The only hope she had was to be able to save enough money to go to France, which was her mother's homeland and where they wanted to return years ago before she died.

What Irene did not know though, is that shortly after she was going to help a very injured person one rainy night without knowing that it was a criminal mastermind. And from then on her life changed and she went from living alone having to endure the antics of a villain 24/7.

Irene's relationship with Ratigan fluctuates. They generally argued and disagreed in nearly everything- But there was a point when she realized the subtle detail that he never called her "rat" or something negative in relation to that aspect of her being, which she found strange considering he seemed to detest rats and he flatly denied being one himself… But out of respect, Irene didn't call him that any longer (although there were many times when she made him angry on purpose because knowing that he couldn't do anything to her in his current state amused her and one time she even used his old bell to tease him, which she took from Basil's house).

Regarding Ratigan's bell, the detective planned to search for it himself, but just then Olivia arrived with a reformed Fidget and volunteered. The bat, however, told her not to do it since he was paranoid that the professor was alive, even though he had been presumed dead after his fall from Big Ben… But Olivia's curiosity was greater and she prepared to investigate on her own. In fact, upon hearing the rumors of the witch she felt more convinced to continue (in some Disney Adventure comics, she and Fidget investigated paranormal events, so I imagine she likes that stuff).

In the end she arrived at Irene's house, but the woman tried to intimidate her and throw her out without Ratigan finding out that the girl was there. To her surprise, Olivia returned a few days later and repeatedly.

Ratigan eventually found out that Irene was talking to Olivia, but suddenly offered the lady a deal… If she approached Basil through Olivia and managed to get the detective to lower his guard in order to take him down, Ratigan would leave her home as soon as he recovered, never to return, and would give her the money she needed to travel to France.

Irene, in order to get the professor off her back, accepted, and technically the scheme worked through the means of seduction (to Ratigan's confused displeasure because he had mixed feelings about Irene as the plan went by) but Basil snapped out of it soon enough and Ratigan lost again and fleed… He didn't give Irene the money however-

She and Basil talked things out later though, apologizing for trying to trick him. Despite how the two would clash at times, Irene and the detective got along rather well, and from that point she helped him and Dawson with some of their cases, one of them which involved Dolleyes, who intended on marrying Ratigan only to kill him and pull out a Corpse Bride kind of plan after...

She also grew close to Olivia and Fidget, specially the latter since he ended up becoming like an adopted son of hers. So in their own ways, slowly, they heal together from the loneliness and mistreatment they had recieved on their lives.

(Also yes the "caling people by any last names but their actual one" thing will be a running gag hehoo)

[ourtearsofrain]

Greek God (D.R.W)

Summary: You get home from a stressful day at work to find your boyfriend troubled by some negative comments on the internet.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader

Genre: Fluff, little angst, mutual hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1.1 k

Warnings: small mentions of negative self image, mentions of working customer service, other than that nothing

Walking into yours and Danny’s apartment, you set your keys down on the small table next to the front door and kick off your shoes, discarding them in a messy pile under it. You make a mental note to clean them up later; your shift at work was long and stressful, and the only thing on your mind is finding Danny and cuddling up with him. He had been home on a break from tour for 3 days, yet you still felt like you hadn’t seen him in months. You found yourself wanting, needing, to spend as much time with your boyfriend as you could before he left again for weeks on end. You call out for Danny, and begin to walk towards your living room, looking for him. You find him sitting in the middle of your couch, staring at his phone screen, body tense with a frustrated and almost hurt expression.

“Are you ok love?” you ask as you make your way towards him. When he doesn’t respond, you gently take ahold of his chin, tilting his head back to look at you now standing in front of him.

“Danny, are you ok?”

His gaze softens as he turns his phone off and lightly tosses it to the end of the couch. “Uh yeah, I’m fine. How was your day love?”

Remembering the events of the day, you move onto his lap, facing him with your thighs on top of his own, your calves on either side of them. You wrap your arms around his torso and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of his fancy hair products and cologne. A wave of comfort rolls over you, allowing you to relax into his arms. You feel him relax as well, the tension slowly leaving his body.

“Not great. It was especially busy today, and it felt like every other customer that walked in wanted to start an argument over the smallest things. One lady full on yelled at me ten minutes before my shift ended because we didn’t have this specific product or something, I don’t even remember what it was. And I was on my feet all day, so I’m tired and sore.”

He moves his hands to your hips, massaging gentle circles into them, soothing the ache. “Aw sweetheart, I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

“No, s’ok though. This is helping. Been waiting to get back into your arms all day.”

You pull away from the warmth of his neck to look at him. “What about you, are you alright? You looked upset when I came in.”

“Yeah, I’m ok.”

“You didn’t look ok love… talk to me, please. What’s wrong?”

He looks down at his hands, still working gentle but firm circles into your hips. “I… I just spent too long on social media today. Sort of fell into the black hole of comments that I know I should ignore.”

You let concern flood your features as you bring your hands up his sides to rest on his shoulders, gently giving the muscles there a comforting squeeze. “Oh honey… I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about them?”

Letting his head fall forward against your shoulder, he lets out a deep sigh, and you can feel the speed of his thumbs still rubbing small circles into your hips quicken and become more erratic, the pace of his thumbs matching his mind as his thoughts race, fueled by nerves. “I don’t know, I just…”

The movements of his thumbs halt to a stop as he trails off and brings his head back up slightly, eyes refusing to meet your own.

“Do you ever… do you ever think it would be better, that I would look better, if my nose was smaller? I know I shouldn’t care but… I’ve seen so many comments about it, and not just today. Comments saying I should get a nose job or just negativity in general… I feel like it gets in the way sometimes you know? That must be annoying right? You have to be constantly bumping into it when we kiss. I don’t know, like I said I shouldn’t care, it’s stupid.”

Still refusing to meet your gaze, you move your hands to cradle the sides of his jaw in both hands, leaning forward and gently kissing the bridge of his nose. You lean back, and he finally looks you in the eyes again as he becomes visibly bashful, a slight blush beginning to creep into his cheeks.

“Sweetheart, I adore your nose. It’s beautiful, you’re beautiful. Just the way you are. There’s a reason that renaissance statues of Greek gods have a nose like yours. Its unique, its powerful, and it’s gorgeous.”

“You mean it?”

“Yes, I promise sweetheart.”

Burying his face in your neck, he brings his hands up your back and draws you into him, holding you flush against him. He nuzzles his nose into you, his breath warm against your neck. “Thank you honey.” he mumbles against you.

You plant a kiss to the top of his head. “Of course, my love.” You rest your cheek against the side of his head, once again feeling comfort and relaxation seep into you as you breathe in his scent. A yawn from you causes him to sit upright and take his head away from your shoulder where it was resting.

“Are you tired sweetheart?” You rub at your eyelids and meet his warm gaze.

“Little bit. Like I said, long day.” A soft, slight smile dances on his lips.

“How about we go take a nap? Curl up in bed together, and when we wake up, we can order takeout and cuddle on the couch watching whatever we want. Just relax for the rest of the night; how does that sound honey?”

Thinking of spending the rest of your day with your boyfriend, you let out a content sigh. “That sounds amazing, Danny.”

A full smile breaks onto his face then, and he brings his mouth to yours, kissing you softly. Moving his hands down from your hips to the tops of your thighs, he lightly motions for you to stand up, following close behind when you are off his lap. You take his hands in your own, and begin to walk backwards, leading him in the direction of your bedroom. “One thing,” he starts quietly, causing you to stop and stare expectantly up at him. “Can I be little spoon?”

You laugh lightly and stand on your tiptoes to place a quick kiss to his lips. “Of course. Anything for my Greek god.”

[scarecrow-collective]

Phantom but as a Dom ? Maybe

I personally see him as a service top but I could definitely see him being a good dom if the right buttons are pressed tbh.

He'd be a very gentle dom, taking his time and worshipping every inch of your body and making you feel so pretty and he doses you up with quint and makes you feel like you're on cloud 9.

He'd fuck into you so slowly and gently before speeding up right before the two of you finish, he'll lean down and mark you up as he pops his knot so deep inside of you.

He likes to eat you out, he'll spend hours taking you apart on his tongue before shoving his cock so deep inside of you and making you see stars with how he uses it.

He's definitely kinky but not in a mean way, he likes to tie people up and drip wax onto their bodies before he worships every inch of their skin. He also likes to suck tits, it's his favorite thing to do dom or sub.

I like to think he's really soft when domming, telling you how good you're taking him and praising you for how you feel before he breeds you so full. He has an array of pet names for you, and he knows how to use them on you.

He gives great aftercare too, he'll clean you up and run you a bath before taking you back to the bed with some pain medicine and water and a snack or two so you don't pass out.

[militarymenrbomb]

STORIES. I made the post yesterday about limiting stories I post here to Military themed stories. Well, I no sooner posted that and I found a reddit with military stories. Most of them I read seemed to be true. Here's one of them, you can decide for yourself. The reddit is titled

r/gaymilitarystories

Hookup with Marine

This was the early 2000s, and I was stationed in Honduras. The base was a Joint Task Force that consisted of most Army & Air Force, with a handful of Marines & Navy. The Army bar was the popular drinking spot on base. It was a typical weekend, I was at the bar throwing darts with friends. I was losing all night, so I decided to take a break and sit at the bar. I took a seat and tried to get the bartender's attention. As I waited, one of Marines came up and sat next to me. I'd seen him around base. He caught my eye the first time I saw him working the base gate. He was a bit shorter than me, probably about 6 foot, lean with a perfect ass.

He ordered a beer, and we started talking as we both waited. We were originally from different cities but only a couple hours apart in the rust belt. Our beers arrived, and we continued talking, mostly about football. Our teams are rivals, so it was mostly shit talk. As we talked, I checked him out and had a feeling he was doing the same. This was during don't as don't tell, so I had to be cautious. When drinking, I have a hard time telling if dudes are interested or just touchy feely because of the alcohol.

I was low on smokes, so I decided to say I was going to go back to my room, I figured if he was interested, he'd offer to walk with me. As soon as I finished telling him, he chugged the rest of his beer and said, "Let's go." It was about a 3 minute walk, and we were vibing the whole way. We got to my room, I unlocked the door and walked in. He followed and closed the door behind him. When I heard the door close, I knew he was interested. I bent over to grab my smoke from a drawer, and he came up behind me and grabbed my hips. He leaned over and whispered that he enjoyed talking and would like to get to know me better.

I stood up, turned around, and we were instantly making out. Our hands were feverishly exploring each other's bodies. I ran my hand over his pants and felt his package. I'm verse and I originally wanted to top him but in the moment I knew I needed to service that hard cock. I dropped to my knees and unleashed the beast. He was packing over 8 inches, it was thick with visible veins. It was truly perfection, I went to work. I was in heaven work up and down his shaft, giving my tongue a workout. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth without mercy.

After about a minute or two, he took his cock out of my mouth and in what seemed like one motion, he picked me up and threw me on my bed. He asked if I wanted to be filled by a Marine, I didn't get to respond and he was tearing my pants off. I grabbed the lube from my night stand and handed it to him. I told him not to bother fingerings me, I just wanted that cock in me. He lubed up and slowly entered, it felt so good being filled by him. I had a feeling of ecstacy, I could not contain my moaning so I grabbed a pillow and covered my face. As he fucked me harder he pushed the pillow into face. I couldn't contain myself and shot the biggest hands free load. He scooped some up and ate it. He had the best rhythm going as he slammed me with all 8 inches. He said he was close and flipped me over and took me doggy. I could tell he was close and told him to fill me up. He pumped his load deep in me. We laid there with him in me as he slowly went soft.

We cleaned up and headed back to the bar, my friends were so focused on darts they didn't know I left the bar. There was a free board so we decided to play, it was amazing throwing darts as I felt his load slowly leaking out of me. We made it a regular thing for the next couple weeks, until he left for his next assignment.

[sugar-omi]

Ya know, I love the idea of dilf!Cove being a huge tease during edging, but I gots to know how he’s like when he’s feeling a little more desperate than usual. Like the tables have been turned on ol’ dilf daddi. Any HCs to grace us with 👀

this..i had thoughts abt him i buried n then i rmbred them n they ran w me n now we have this horny mess

tags : NSFW, gn reader, top/service bottom reader, bottom cove, i babygirled him a bit sorry guys 😋, ooc ofc bc DILF COVE., edging/overstim, this is just horny af ok lemme ALONE /lh

no bc I was thinking abt this earlier n this is kinda dilf!cove (not yall breaking up though)

he's desperate. he acts like he NEEDS some or he's gonna parish

if you ask, he'll beg like a dog for some ass, he rlly will

althoughhhh if we wanna talk abt that scenario....

you can expect some drunk/midnight calls from ex-husband/ex-bf dilf!cove... ANYWAY <33

imagine walking around in something sexy, or short or tight

he's in pieces, following you around n touching you, kissing you n telling you you look gorgeous in that outfit...

if you're teasing him, walking around the house or you're out on the town looking fine as fuck, he's either bricked up or he's like that damn meme, telling his dick to stay down 💀😂

but that's just one basic way to make him desperate

the best way to tease him n have him under your finger, is to edge him alllll day

morning? I'm torn between jerking him off while he sleeps, until he's dripping n twitching n his cock is flushed

also i love the idea of stuffing him with a dildo

or riding him, making yourself cum and pulling away just before he can finish

I think he'd fucking love that, his brain would turn to mush n go straight to his dick I know it 🤭🤭

this big, tired, sexy man with his ass up n stretched around a thick plastic dick

he'd look so pretty...

when he was younger, cove was so embarrassed to own or use monster dildos

but now? he has dildos with knots and ridges,tentacles, n tapered tips. even has one shaped like a dragon (yes im projecting, i wanna be him😩)

so imagine stuffing him w his favorite toy, the ridges drugging along his walls, the tip bumping against his prostate perfectly

and he's so blissed out, loving the stretch from the toy getting thicker at the base..

but then you slip a cockring over him n he whips his head around. he's torn between causing a stink n crying

oh god, imagine making him go about his day, unable to cum but the toy hitting all those delicious spots inside him

his legs are shaking the whole day, he'll fall to his knees tryna wash the dishes because you came up behind him,

n smacked his butt or purposefully thrusted your hips against his butt, the toy slamming against his g-spot..

please don't forget to pull him to the side, shove down his pants and jerk his cock until he's sloppy, tears on his lash line bc he can't cum w this damn ring on...

n pull away, wipe your hands on his shirt n tell him to clean up the pre he dropped...

definitely mutters n calls you mean

tries to grind against the seat/couch, palms his bulge through his jeans... but he can't finish

it's like you know when he's thinking abt taking the ring off n cumming bc then you're there, kissing him n asking him his color/safe word and telling him he's so good, n just a little more...

it makes him dizzy how much you're controlling his pleasure n he loves it

by the time you're ready to let him cum n stop teasing him, he's so easy to pull apart

he'll beg, claw at your clothes, n his legs are shaking n his pants are stained w pre..

when you finally pull the cockring off to let him cum,

doesn't matter if you jerk or suck him off or fuck him, he's so whiny n flushed n teary eyed n babbling

babbling abt how he wants to cum, begs you to fuck him n abt how good your feel n abt how deep you're hitting, or how warm your throat/hole is. you've broken him🤭

even after all that... he begs for more, he loves when you edge n use him like this<333

someone pls come talk to me abt ex-husband dilf!cove i....i have thoughts n im open to maybe a lil toxic, definitely a lot horny ex-husband dilf!cove situationship ykw im sayin

[endlessburningdarkness]

This is messy but I had to get it out of my system. Credit to @sun-and-moon-mushroom for the idea and link to the original prompt. Thanks for the brainworms!

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Shen Yuan finishes stuffing the worst of his mess into drawers. The maid he's hired is due to arrive any minute but he's not so shameless that he won't try to clean a bit beforehand. Despite what his family thinks, Shen Yuan isn't completely useless.

The doorbell rings and he quickly checks his breath, fresh and minty still, because Shen Yuan did gargle with mouthwash earlier. There's still takeout boxes strewn on the coffee table but no time to throw them in the garbage now.

He rushes to open the door, apology ready on his lips.

"Sorry about the-" His voice falls away.

There's a man at the door. A man in a maid outfit. Shen Yuan is eye level with his chest, where the plunging neckline of his shirt exposes the white curves of his generous pecs. Shen Yuan's eyes follow exposed skin to the white ribbon tied around a small waist.

Shen Yuan's eyes drop, tracing down the dark fabric of the skirt, which ends very quickly, lined with white ruffles. They rest against the soft flesh of thick thighs. Shen Yuan's brain short circuits and he gapes, mouth hanging open.

His eyes continue down, unbidden, over strong calves and smooth, hairless skin, all the way to dainty ankles peeking out from ruffled white socks. They finish at a pair of polished black shoes, heeled and topped with small white bows.

"Sir?" The deep voice speaking over his head jerks his attention to the man's face.

And what a face! Shen Yuan suddenly understands why women swoon in those stupid stories. He's close to swooning now. The man is absolutely, gorgeously, swoon worthy. Flawless, soft-looking skin. The kind that bounces back at the press of a finger. He thinks the man must be wearing makeup, his lips can't be that red naturally. A strong jaw, elegant nose, sharp cheekbones and big doe eyes waiting for him. An adorable, perfect curl falls over his forehead.

"Uh.."

Shen Yuan's thoughts come slowly. This must be a mistake. Why is the most beautiful man in the world dressed in a maid outfit outside his door?

"You ordered the maid service? The lovely and masculine —Shen Yuan dizzily notes— man asks.

"Yes." Shen Yuan croaks.

He can't lie to such a stunning person, even if there's no reason for him to be at Shen Yuan's door. Perhaps he's lost...

The man smiles and the world fades away. Shen Yuan thinks if birds appeared at his shoulders and started signing a la Disney princess, he wouldn't be surprised. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. The man's eyes curve into enchanting crescents and his cheeks pull up cutely. Full lips stretch to reveal pearly white teeth.

"Hello sir, I'm Luo Binghe, your assigned maid!" He bows deep and polite.

Shen Yuan is too busy admiring the graceful movement to register his words. The man stands back up, he' so tall, yet slender... and holds up some ID or something, as if it matters, as if Shen Yuan is going to accuse someone so perfect of any-

"Can I come in?"

Shen Yuan freezes. Come in? To Shen Yuan's filthy apartment? Why on earth would he want to do that? He doesn't reply, blinking in confusion instead.

The man steps forward and Shen Yuan automatically backs out of his way. Shen Yuan's cheeks flush, ashamed as he recalls his own appearance, he's wearing sweats and a shirt he hasn't changed for days. The man's cologne? perfume, wafts into his nose, sweet and strong.

By the time Shen Yuan regains some of his wits, the man has closed the door and replaced his dainty heels with the indoor slippers available in the shoe rack. He smiles again at Shen Yuan, lowering his long lashes and inclining his head demurely, and walks further into the apartment. Shen Yuan stares at him walking away, swallowing, his eyes track the sway of the short skirt.

The gentle movement of the fabric causes round curves and the white of high-cut panties to peek out with every step. Shen Yuan's knees weaken and he leans against the wall to stop himself from falling to the floor.

What the fuck is going on?!

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 23 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

HEHEHE love you all!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (let me know if you want to be tagged.)

Since we were moving off the line I started helping George with the stock. No one would be needing any medical care so I was a free hand. I unpacked the shelves with the new items we had gotten from the previous drop, rations, clothes, ammo, everything we needed to survive. I was helping George with the ration packs, they gave us a whole bunch of food but we needed to sort it into separate bags to give to the men to take with them. I pulled a heavy box off of the top shelf, sliding it to the front.  

“George.” I heard a call from behind me as one of the soldiers waltzed into the room. “We need you to come blow this thing up.” The man said. 

“Alright, I’ll be there. Em, I’m going to blow shit up, you gonna be alright here?” He asked, picking up the bazooka and slinging it over his shoulder.

“I’ll be fine!” I called over my shoulder, I heard his footsteps retreat out of the room. Now I was alone, milling around and sorting the items. It was so boring. A tedious task. Normally it wasn’t so bad. George helped and we chatted, then the other soldiers came in to visit as well, keeping me distracted as I worked. But now it was silent. If only I had some music to listen to that always made cleaning and chores so much more fun. Music! I had my phone and earbuds. No one was here and hopefully they still had some battery left. It wouldn’t hurt and I would get the job done faster I’m sure. I grabbed my bag from the corner of the room, rummaging through it. I pulled out my phone and earbuds that I had stashed deep down the bottom so no one could find them, along with everything else I had in my pockets the day I arrived. I powered on my phone, it worked. God I hadn’t been on it in months, which was weird to think about, it’s a normal accessory in my own time. 60% that’s pretty good, and my earbuds were still alive too. I was ecstatic. I placed one in my ear, I should only have one in incase someone comes in or there is a bomb strike. Wouldn’t want to miss that. I heard it chime on and connect. I opened spotify, since all the songs I wanted to listen to were downloaded I didn’t need to worry about having service or data. I scrolled through my curated playlists. I stopped on the GUTS album. This is perfect! I played it from the start. 

It was fine at the start, since I was alone I quietly hummed along to the song. If anyone walked in they would just assume I had a song stuck in my head. I sorted the rations while listening. Bopping my head the beat. I sang along with the words as I worked. Dancing to the faster songs as I went. I had memorised all of the songs when the album first came out, so I still remembered them all. 

“I’m a perfect all-american bitch, with perfect all-american lips and perfect all-american hips.” I swayed around the room, singing only a bit louder. No one could hear me. 

I packed the rations, working fast. Having dance breaks when a good song came on. I forgot where I was. I sang into my hand like a microphone, bouncing around the room. I didn’t realise it but I got significantly louder in my singing. Having the headphone on full volume so I could hear it over my own voice. I pretended I was performing on stage as I jumped around singing. I took a quick glance over my shoulder around the room, no one was there good. 

Then ‘Vampire’ came on. I stood in place singing into my hand. My voice echoed around the room as I belted it out. 

“Blood-sucker, fame fucker, bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire.” I sang loudly.

By this time I completely disregarded my task at hand, making it counterproductive. I didn’t care, liking the normalcy I had forgotten. I had missed this. Jumping around my apartment with my speakers on full singing as loud as I could. I puffed as the song finished, I pretended to receive applause from the fake audience in front of me, bowing deeply. 

The song ‘Logical’ came on. I gasped, “I love this song!” I squealed, waiting for the lyrics to start. 

I belted the song at the top of my lungs forgetting where I was and what I was doing. In that moment I was putting my heart and soul into the song. The lyrics somehow all related to the anger I had pent up about Don and I’s fight. Come for me like a saviour, Don had done that, he had made me think that he cared. When he clearly didn’t. I put myself through hell for him, just for him to tell me I was an obligation. God I was so mad, at him, at myself. I had fallen for him so hard, with such high hopes he felt the same. It crushed me to know he didn’t. So maybe I do go home after all of this, if anything was going to stop me going, it was him. But if he doesn’t want me, I’d be better off leaving. I poured my emotions into the song as I sang. It was relieving, I forgot how much music helped me when I was stressed, being able to get in my car and sing my heart out with the windows down without a care in the world. For some reason the song just hit the spot and my pain was now being shouted into the air as I sang. 

“AND ALL THE THINGS YOU DID TO ME. YOU LIED, YOU LIED, YOU LIED, OHHHH.” I was pretty proud I was hitting all of the notes. I could sing, I was in the choir at school but I was never very talented. It’s not amazing just being able to hold a tune. My voice wasn’t unique or different, but it still could belt out my favourite songs in a way that wouldn’t hurt the ear. 

Another fast paced song came on after the other one had finished. I bopped my head, dancing around the room like a crazy person. Almost bumping into multiple things around the room as I had my eyes closed as I danced. I changed my playlist to the one I most often played in the car, hitting shuffle. The song ‘Push up’, by the freestylers. It was one of the songs my mum always used to play in the car when we were driving. I was little but still sang along with her. When I got older I actually listened to the lyrics, I was horrified I was singing it in front of my mum who also belted it out in the car. Now I play it when I want a good time. Mum had good music taste. I don't know what dance moves I was doing, my body just moved to the beat. I did that one move where I moved my chest up and down pretending it was being pulled by my hand. Shaking my ass like the song said. I breathlessly sang and danced, a bright smile on my face.

“PUSH UP, YOUR BODY, YOUR BODY NEXT TO MINE, I GOTTA MAKE THAT SEXY BOOTY MINE, AND SHAKE IT, BABY, SHAKE THAT ASS, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE GETTING NASTY!” I panted as I moved, forgetting how tiring dancing was. I spun in a circle, a group of men watched me, I finished my turn, facing the way I was originally. A group of men watching me? I looked over my shoulder, surely I had just imagined it. Nope they were there, a group of Easy men looking thoroughly entertained. I turned away from them cringing, how much did they see. I quickly slipped the headphone out of my ear and pocketed it. I slowly turned around to face the men. As I did so they started clapping, they all grinned from ear to ear. There in front of me stood Lieb, Babe, Grant, Web, and George. 

“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, hoping they had just arrived. 

“We had come when you were singing that song about lying.” George grinned. “It went like you lied, you lied.” He sang. That was like three songs ago. 

“But we heard someone singing so we all came to see who it was. Turned out to be you.” Babe chuckled. I didn’t think they could hear me, but I guess I was singing loudly. 

“My favourite song was that last one.” Lieb smirked, of course he liked that one the prick. The image of me shaking my ass came into my head, they had all seen it. 

“What was that move that you were doing?” Grant asked, putting his hands on his knees and shaking his butt left to right. 

“Should I teach it to you?” I joked, trying to not sink into the floor from embarrassment. They all nodded laughing, “Wait, really?” I asked. 

“Yeah I want to dance like that, it looked different. I don’t think I have seen any of the moves you just did.” George grinned at me. “What’s it called? The move?” He asked. 

“Twerking.” I laughed as the men looked at me puzzled, they tried out the name themselves, a mutter of the word “twerking” filled the room. I laughed at them. 

I gathered the men in front of me, they shook their arms and legs loose like they were going to run a race. I laughed at them, they were so eager to learn, who was I to say no. 

“Ok, stand with your feet shoulder width apart, and then lean forward putting your hands on your knees.” I was trying to keep my composure, why did they all look so serious. Their concentrating faces on, they followed my instruction. They looked like they were trying to catch their breath after running. “Ok now you just move your pelvis up and down.” They all tried, looking like cats about to throw up. I cracked up watching the five men try their hardest. 

“I can’t do it. What is it supposed to look like again?” Grant asked, standing up straight scratching his head. I got into the same pose as them, moving my pelvis up and down in a smooth motion. They all looked very impressed. 

“I can’t do that.” Babe groaned. I laughed at his pouting face. 

“Arch your back and then relax it.” I did the motion again for them. This is one of the weirdest things I think I have ever done. Not in my wildest dreams would I imagine teaching five WW2 soldiers how to twerk. 

I watched the rest of the men trying, all doing very odd interpretations of the dance move. George just bent and unbent his leg, bobbing up and down. Grant leant forward but moved his butt from left to right like a dog wagging its tail. Babe hunched his shoulders up and down like he was excessively shrugging. Lieb was impressively very good at it, “Ok Lieb!” I pretended to make it rain dollar bills over him. I looked over to Webster who just looked entirely lost, like a weird caterpillar his whole body moved. “Oh Web.” I laughed at the man, he just stared at me with his blue eyes. 

“Here, when I do it only my butt moves, everything else stays in place.” I said turning around to show him, he stepped closer and really focussed in on the move. Trying it again, he still didn’t get it. 

“Look here.” I placed his hand on my lower back, as did the move, “See my back stays still.” 

“What is going on?” I heard from the doorway, looking over to see Don watching us. His eyes set on Web and I. He looked pissed. “Web mind taking your hand off her ass.” My eyes widened, of course he was pissed. The position Web and I were in didn’t look very good. Me bent over in front of him with my butt out and him with his hand on my lower back. I stood up, stepping away from the man. The other Easy men in the room looked uncomfortable as well. Don glared at Web and I. 

“I was just teaching them a dance move.” I tried to explain. He huffed, turning on his heel and marching out of the room. The men watched me gauging my reaction. I was so mad. 

“Shut up!” I snarled, the men looked offended, they hadn’t said anything but I could feel it. The looks they were giving me said it all, they didn’t need to say anything. They looked uncomfortable, like walking in on a lovers quarrel. I followed after Don, letting my anger get the better of me. I caught up to him on the street. 

“Stop acting like you care!” I yelled at him. He turned to face me. “What? You want to push me away and then get mad at me for talking to someone else. You don’t get to do that! Stop fucking with my head!” I shouted at him. I panted from my rage that raced through my body, how dare he say he doesn’t care and then act like this, it was making my head spin. 

He stomped towards me, grabbing me by the arm. He dragged me into one of the houses. “Let go! Let go of me!” I tried to pull out of his grip but he was stronger than me. He shut the door behind him, I wrenched free of his grasp. I tried to move past him and leave, but he blocked the door. “What do you want from me? I don’t have the cash for the hours you babysat me, sorry!” I spat angrily. 

“Stop it!” He growled. “Stop acting like this!” 

I scoffed astonished, “Are you kidding! All I wanted was to check on you. You were avoiding me, I wanted to check if you were ok? I know you’re hurting too! Those boys meant so much to you! I just wanted to care for you how you did for me. It goes both ways! You’re allowed to hurt!” I told him, his face dark, I could see the pain etched into his features. 

“It’s fine, you don’t care for me the way I do you. But I still care about you, even though you hurt me so much. I can’t turn them off. If you can’t talk to me about it, that's fine, but at least talk to someone!” His features softened.

“I do care for you! Of course I do! It’s just been so much! I can’t process it, I’m so busy, I feel like I have the weight of these men on my shoulders, they have expectations of me, I feel responsible for them. If they get hurt it’s my fault!” He rambles on, it all floods out of his mouth, like opening a dam. 

“I don’t have time to think about Skip and Alex or Buck or Bill! I knew I would if I talked to you, I knew if I just spoke to you for a second that it would all come out.” He takes a breath as he spills the truth. 

“So I avoided you. I’m sorry Em.” He scrubs his hand over his face, sighing. 

“I didn’t mean what I said the other day either. I’m so sorry I hurt you. It killed me to see you so upset, and that I was the one who did that.” I listened to him, it hurt me to see the agony on his face. He walks forward standing closer to me. 

“You are not an obligation! You never have been, ever! ” He says, taking my face in his hands, lifting my head to look into his eyes. “I choose you! I will always choose you.” He pauses looking deeply into my eyes. My hands reach up holding onto his arms that still cup my face. 

“I love you.” I uttered softly, it was barely audible to my own ears, but he heard me. 

It happened so quickly, I couldn’t even process what had happened. Don kissed me. His lips found mine. He kissed me so deeply with so much desire. It was like gasping for air after coming up from the water. I didn’t know how much I needed him, wanted him. His mouth moved against mine, hungrily tasting me. I kissed him back with the same intensity. Enjoying the way his lips felt on mine, like we were made for each other. My stomach clenched, the butterflies swirling around inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him flush with me. His hands moved to my back and held me tightly. I opened my mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding mine. I tangled my fingers through the hair that peaked out from under his beanie at the base of his neck. It was like I was addicted, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him. The taste of his lips on mine, his familiar scent that filled my senses, his hands that roamed around my body, the sound of him moaning into my mouth as we kissed. He pulled back, I whimpered, needing his mouth back on mine. 

“I love you.” Don smiled down at me, my heart swelled, I grinned at him. He placed another gentle kiss on my lips, letting it linger before pulling away.   

“Do you forgive me?” He asked. 

“Hmmm? I don’t know, I think maybe if you kissed me again, I could potentially forgive you.” He laughed, placing a kiss on my lips. 

“How about now?” He smirked. 

“Maybe another one?” I said playfully. He leant forward placing kisses all over my face in quick succession. I giggled as he assaulted me with his lips. He placed the last one on my lips, so gentle and sweet I could melt.

“What the hell were you teaching the guys when I walked in?” He asked, his eyebrow quirked. I flushed, burying my face in his jacket. 

“Nothing.” I mumbled into his clothes. His hand found my chin, tilting it up to look him in the eyes. “I was teaching them a dance they caught me doing.” I said giggling, thinking back to all of their weird moves they had done while I was teaching them. 

“What was the dance?” I smiled and laughed. He looked confused at why it was so funny. 

“I’ll show you another time.” I gave him a wink, he looked at me curiously. “Don, it’s not your fault if those men get hurt. You know that?” I asked, the conversation turning more serious. I took his face into my hands, my thumbs brushing along his skin gently. “I understand carrying all that responsibility, trust me. And I know it’s easier said than done as well. But we can’t let their deaths haunt us forever, all we did was try our best.” He nodded, still wrapped in each other's arms. I pulled him in, hugging him tightly. “We can have a break hopefully, since we are being moved off the line.” I smiled, thinking about how the men didn’t have patrol tonight and that we were leaving tomorrow. It was so exciting. 

The door to the house swung open, Don and I jumped apart in fright. George, who was peeking his head in the door, wryly grinned. “Sorry to interrupt you two, but grubs up.” We smiled at the cheeky man. Following him. Don and I kept sharing glances, our faces flushing pink. Thinking back to the moment we had shared. I kept giggling happily, feeling ecstatic. 

We made our way into the basement, the rest of 2nd platoon already there. I spotted Lieb who watched us enter. I came in first smiling, with a shy looking Malarkey in tow. His eyebrows raised as he smirked at me. I walked over to him. “Ah, I wondered where you disappeared too.” He teased me. 

“Shut up.” I laughed, bumping into him.

“Are you going to sing us a song?” Babe asked, his mouth full of food. 

“No, I am not!” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“Or what about some more dance moves?” Grant teased. I picked up a cloth that laid on the table in front of me hurling it at the man, smacking him in the face as we all laughed. I walked over to where the cloth landed, bending down to pick it up. 

“Ow!” I cried holding my back, pain evident on my face. I looked up to see all of the men looking at me worried and concerned. I slid my hand from my back, my hands on my knees. 

“EHHH!” I said as I shook my ass laughing. The men’s faces changed from worried, to confused, to amused. “Got you suckers!” I said standing up, Grant shook his head. 

“I still have no idea how you do that?” I patted him on the shoulder, still laughing. 

The rest of the night passed quickly, it was like Christmas had come early. I was so excited for tomorrow I could hardly sleep, and when I did I had definitely fallen asleep smiling. 

We packed up our gear and made our way to the trucks, ready to move off the line. Lt. Jones had been promoted and was leaving us, he shook our hands as we wished him good luck on his future endeavours. We climbed into the back of the truck, Don helping to pull me up. He sat beside each other, our hands secretly held by our sides. I watched Web approach the truck, going to climb up by himself, Lieb stuck his hand out to offer assistance. I smiled knowing that Lieb finally came around to liking the man. I watched as the small town faded into the distance and wondered what might be ahead for us next. I knew whatever happened that Don and I would face it together. 

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Chapter 24

[bunny-hoodlum]

The main Narutos of Narutoland so far:

Landlord!Naruto: Looks like Gutsy. Househusband. Sentimental. Old school romantic. (You hear 90s Romantic movie soundtracks and Vance Joy whenever you're with him.) Service Top. Never has anything bad to say. Respects your independence. Hates long periods of time apart. Tries to not be clingy. Great gardener. Better home repairman. Deep Kissing Kink. Pure passion. High Compersion, but bad at sharing. Probably likes to watch but won't admit it.

Moving Company Foreman!Naruto: Looks like The Last/19yos. Street smart. Professional. A straight-shooter. Versatile. High body count. Likes people. Likes seeing them happy. Somewhat distant but highly compassionate. Lots of piercings, but keeps his face clean on the job. Got one of the teen Narutos into punk/emo music. Moved to the mainland and never looked back. Eye Contact kink. Looooves to watch you fall apart on his dick.

Postman!Naruto: Looks 25yos. Workaholic. Punctual but airheaded. Naive and earnest. Has never stopped to think about what he wants. Big 'Born Sexy Yesterday' vibes. Can only do quickies because his entire self-worth is wrapped in his work performance. This man needs a vacation. And a hobby. Secretly talented at slow-fucking when given the chance.

Farmer!Naruto: Looks 19yos. Smells like tomato vines and petrichor. Knowledgable. Unpredictably patient and impatient. Will fuck you in the fields and make you the dirty girl that you are.

Produce Hawker!Naruto: Looks 19yos. Sells the farmer's goods. Doesn't get enough business because very few Narutos buy vegetables other than the Landlord. Has all the time to fuck on the job. Lacks the good sense to fuck somewhere sane and private, like in his home above the shop. Has convinced himself he must man the stall at all times, leaving you to 'pay' for your vegetables right then and there in front of the other Narutos in the street market.

Menma/Emo!Naruto: Looks 15yos. Black hair. Individualistic. Looks up to Foreman!Naruto like a big brother. Wishes he could go to the mainland with him, or he would visit more often. None of the other Narutos in his age range understand why he likes 'that' music. Feels lonely living in this backwater prison of an island surrounded by mostly self-involved adult versions. Pessimistic but thoughtful and protective. Needs a lot of guidance during sex, but has very talented hips. Also is the most vocal. Praise Kink. Praise him. Pet his hair. Pet, pet, good boy.

Butcher!Naruto: Looks 35yos. Gruff. Crass. Dominating. Degradation kink. Daddy kink. Taker before a Giver. Just... the Daddiest. Has the good sense to make love to you in private. Will make you wait for him first, fuck whatever your plans were for the day. Will reserve you the best cut of meat. Best BBQ grill man on the island. Bit of a provider. There's rough sex and then there's the roughest sex. Will fuck you like he's ready to start a family. Will parade you and use you in front of his poker buddies, then give them turns with you after. Only one allowed to cum inside. Can be overly aggressive. Only willing to get violent with his 'brothers'. Plays rough with you often skirting the line of good taste, but has the most precise motor control of any of them. When he's delicate, he is delicate. Secretly the most vulnerable of them all.

The Hermit/Naruto: Looks 50yos. The second-most Daddiest. Currently in self-isolation.

[goosetheluce]

Headcanons for male reader x courtney after their time on the show it over?

yup!

Courtney x M!Reader: Post-TD

You convinced Courtney to take a gap year before university, since you both need a break from the psychopath of a showhost.

When she's stressed, she'll clean the whole apartment you rented from top to bottom even if she just cleaned yesterday.

She can't cook very well, so you're on kitchen duty. She loves that you can whip up a meal out of nothing.

Courtney is a restless sleeper. You jerk awake when you hear the thud of her falling out of bed, still asleep.

Dates are frequent, and Courtney likes going to the park for a picnic. One time, you took her to laser tag and she got both of you banned for throwing her gun at a kid who got her out she got a little too heated, so you stuck with simplicity from that point forward.

You help her study even if she isn't in school. You don't pronounce the words right when you quiz her, but she knows what you're trying to say anyway, which confuses you even more. Why is she studying when she already knows the answers?

When you ask to get a pet, she agrees. To your dismay, you came home one day to a goldfish.

"What? It's a pet!"

"I meant a dog, Court."

"Hell no. You're gonna have to move out if you want a dog. I'm not paying pet rent."

She's pretty much the man of the house, if you couldn't tell.

Once Courtney's gap year is up, she packs her stuff and moves on campus. She worked day and night to save up money for her first year.

You try to fit a visit in at least once every few weeks, but it's difficult working a steady job and driving out 5 hours to see her.

So breaks are much appreciated. She comes home for fall break, takes you to meet her family during Thanksgiving, and goes alone for half of Christmas break. When she gets back, you've made sure the apartment is decorated enough to win a competition. You also made sure to kick your new roommate out for a day or two, and deep clean the apartment because you slacked while she was gone.

She already looked more mature when she came back. Her hair was longer and in an updo most of the time, and her clothes were clearly coming from Ann Taylor instead of American Eagle. She even changed her lipstick to a darker color.

"You look great, Court."

"I know!"

Her love language is acts of service; she doesn't kiss you or hold you much, but she learned how to cook in her time at university and treats you. She doesn't buy you expensive watches or shoes, but she notices when you're out of your favorite conditioner and picks it up on her way home.

She loves watching ice hockey and basketball. She screams more than a middle-aged suburban father at the games. One time she even threw a bowl of popcorn at the wall.

She gets jealous super easily. She won't be explicit about it and tell the other person to back off, but she does engage in PDA (she hates PDA) to show her relationship with you to others when she's jealous.

When she has to go back to school, she makes sure to leave you one of her hoodies (even if it doesn't fit you) with her scent.

She leaves you a note telling you (in her own way...) how she'll miss you and loves you.

"Y/N, please keep the apartment clean while I'm gone. If you don't, I'll kill you. I'll call you at least once a week. Don't set anything on fire. Also, I left you a bottle of cologne on the bathroom counter. Merry Christmas."

[downwiththeficness]

Shadow and Veil-Chapter Forty

Summary: Eva Moore’s life was a carefully constructed fiction.  Every day, she did exactly what her mother in law, her husband, and his  best friend expected of her. No mistakes. And, that was going pretty  well for Eva right up until a huge complication literally tried to run  her over. Now, she’s faced with trying to keep the pieces of her life  from falling apart while attempting (and failing) to keep her feelings  for her husband’s new business partner at bay.

A/N: This fic is a sister-fic to A Need So Great and A Need Unleashed.  You do not need to have read ANSG or ANU to read this fic, but there  are Easter eggs from those fics in Shadow and Veil for readers with keen  eyes.  This fic is explicit for canon-compliant blood, gore, violence,  and sex. As such, it is intended for an adult audience, only. A/B/O  dynamics come with their own warning. Anyone under the age of 18 should  not interact with this work. I do not consent to reposting this work to  other platforms. Reblog only to Tumblr.  

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Eva watched Horacio key into the apartment with her mouth pulled down into a frown. This trip felt far longer than the last, even though it was half the distance. At every turn, they were met with delays. A layover that almost caused them to miss their connecting flight, a run-in with customs, and a terribly irate taxi driver who took the turns too fast. It was as if the very universe wanted to keep them out of Mexico.

The hit of the air conditioning across her face was very, very welcome. Eva sighed as she followed Horacio inside and set her bags down next to the door. Her shoulders dropped from where they felt perpetually shrugged up near her ears. The sweat on her brow evaporated, taking all the discomfort with it.

She toed off her shoes and closed the door. Then, she took a look around.

It was...nice.

She guessed.

The walls were freshly painted and the furniture was new. Some artwork dotted the area, like the kind she might find in a hotel. The décor was all clean lines and sharp, shining metal. As if the room was trying to project an air of sophistication that it definitely did not have.

Horacio opened the fridge, “We have groceries.”

“Do we have alcohol?” Eva replied in a wry tone.

He leaned down and plucked a bottle from the shelf, “We do.”

“Thank God,” she sighed, “I have needed a drink for at least four hours.”

“Only four?” Horacio asked as he popped the top off two bottles.

“I was being generous.”

“Oh? I couldn’t tell.”

She rolled her eyes and took the bottle from him, drinking deep, “Do you think that driver actually had a license? Because I have doubts.”

One side of his mouth lifted, “Should I call the union?”

“You think they have a union?”

A shrug, “Its possible.”

“We’ll call them in the morning,” Eva drawled as she dropped onto the couch, “I’m too tired to deal with customer service.”

Horacio sat down next to her, “You didn’t have to come with me. You know that, right?”

Eva cut him a look, “Yes, I did.” A pause and a sigh, “I’m not having this argument again.”

He leaned his head back against the couch. Eva felt his had reach for hers and looked down to see their fingers threaded together.

“Its only for a few weeks,” Horacio muttered, sounding tired.

“I know.”

He looked at her, “I mean it.”

“I know.”

Horacio pushed from the couch with a soft grunt and pointed at her beer, “Finish that, and we’ll see if the bed is any good.”

Three hours and one desperately needed nap later, Horacio was warming tortillas in a pan while Eva plated the rice and vegetables at the island behind him. The bed was...fine. Serviceable. But, she missed their bed at home. Missed that it smelled like them. Missed the warmth of the comforters and the low drone of the fan Horacio insisted had to run at full speed throughout the night.

A knock stopped her hands from throwing the serving spoon back into the pot. As far as she knew, they weren’t expecting visitors. Horacio flicked off the stove top and went to answer it. Eva watched him the whole way, fingers squeezing the handle.

Javier’s face was not exactly smiling when Horacio opened the door, but it didn’t have the usual glare. He greeted Horacio with a firm hug and a pat on the back. To Eva, he sent a nod and something that was very nearly a smile. She returned it and went to get another plate.

There was no dining room in the apartment. The three of them ended out hunched over the coffee table so they could eat. Between bites, the conversation went through the motions of catching up on each other’s lives.

Javier listened to Horacio talk about buying the house, about his promotion, about the bullshit levels of paperwork that came with that new position. He asked how Eva was adapting and seemed genuinely concerned when she talked about how hard it was for her to get a job.

“Why isn’t she working for you?” he jerked his chin at Horacio.

He shrugged, “She could, if she wanted.”

Eva rolled her eyes, “No, thanks. I’ve had enough police work to last a lifetime.”

“The woman has a point,” Javier asserted with a careless toss of his head.

“Thank you,” she replied, primly. The conversation paused for a moment, and Eva decided that they had delayed long enough, “So, what’s the plan?”

Both men looked at her with narrowed eyes, as if she’d broken some kind secret agreement to dance around the topic for a while longer. Eva lifted her brows at them and waited.

Javier dropped his napkin onto the table and took a long swig of his beer, “I’ve got a man on the inside who is willing to let us do transport. I told him we’d need to be conspicuous, but that we would protect the product.”

Eva cast her mind back to their first few meetings. She set aside the razor sharp nerves and the desperate fear that she would be found out so that she could think about what Josh might be thinking. Planning. Scheming.

“That’s good,” she said, eventually. “Josh already thought you were in the business of getting drugs across the border.”

A nod, “Exactly. We’ll do a few laps around town, draw his attention, and then let him come to us.”

Eva could only imagine what that might entail. She kind of looked forward to observing it all from a distance.

Horacio leaned his arms on his knees, “Its not a very complicated plan, but I think it will work.”

“What if,” she began, with hesitation, “he doesn’t come for you, himself? What if he sends someone else?”

Josh wasn’t in the habit of putting himself in the line of fire, so to speak. That was Alexei’s job. And, with the Russian dead, Eva thought he might be even more careful.

“He’s been looking for Diego a long time,” Javier said, “I think its a pretty good bet that he would want to confront him, man to man.”

Eva laughed, “You don’t know m—.” She cut herself off, having almost referred to Josh as her husband. He wasn’t. Not anymore. “You don’t know him. He won’t want to get his hands dirty.”

“Rage can make a man do things he wouldn’t, normally.”

“Are you sure he is enraged?”

“His whole life got blown up,” Javier said, “We took everything from him.”

She fixed him with an even look, “Yeah, but he got it back.”

“What?”

“He got it back,” she repeated, “The house, the money, the schmoozing with bureaucrats? That was just a hobby. What Josh loved was the work. The chemistry. He’s already doing that, now. Or, so I’ve heard.”

Javier was silent for a few seconds, mouth pursed into an ‘o’. Then, “What do you think we should do?”

The tone of his voice was soft, but he clearly wanted an answer. Eva sat back a little and thought about it. There were a lot of options, most of them so complicated that it would definitely extend the timeline Horacio promised her. She wanted to get back to Colombia as soon as possible. If they took the next plane out of the country, it wouldn’t be soon enough. But, how? How, how, how?

“You need to dangle something he thinks he owns in front of him. Something he will want to get back.” Here she paused and added, with emphasis, “personally.”

Javier drew back, “The fuck does that mean?”

Eva picked up her beer, “You said you took everything from him. He got the thing he cares most about back. The only thing he would even want is…”

It was a foolish thought.

A stupid, foolish thought.

Horacio leaned towards her, “Is?”

Eva looked at him, took in the warm brown of his eyes and that way he hadn’t yet tamed the curls that fell over his brow. He looked a bit like he did when they woke up in the morning. Sweet. Adorable.

“Me.��

All the warmth faded from Horacio’s eyes, “You?”

It was a question, but felt like an accusation.

She felt a small stab of insecurity about what she was about to say, but pushed on, anyway. “Yes. Me.” A breath, “I was property to him. A tool he used to do business. I can tell you that getting his operation off the ground here in Mexico was a hell of a lot harder without me to figure out the logistics and manage the money.” Eva looked at them both, in turn, “He’s going to want his tool back.”

Eva did not say the other half of her explanation. There wasn’t a need to remind him that there was something else Eva represented for Josh. That he had plans for her. It would have only pissed Horacio off, and she needed him to agree with her.

“No.”

Eva cut Horacio a glance, “No?”

“That’s right. No.”

Javier reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, “She could be right.”

Horacio’s lip curled, “I didn’t spend almost a year getting you away from him to let you put yourself back in his hands.”

“Let me?”

Hearing the venom in her tone, Javier stood and gestured towards the door, saying that he was going out for a smoke. Eva rose and began gathering the plates in an effort to stem off some the energy that came with her anger.

Horacio, to his credit, realized his mistake almost immediately, “You said you weren’t going to get involved.”

She had said that. At the table over dinner. On the plane. In the cab. She’d said it over and over, knowing that it was a lie. Deep down, Eva’s motivations were more complicated than simply wanting to be by Horacio’s side while he tried to take down Josh for the second time.

“And,” she replied, “You said that this would only take a few weeks.”

He followed her into the kitchen, “It will only take a few weeks.”

Eva scraped the plates clean and set them next to the sink, “You and I both know that’s not true.”

Horacio turned on the water and plugged the sink. While he squirted soap into the basin, he said, “I didn’t know you were an expert in covert operations.”

He didn’t often speak to her with that kind of sarcasm and it made Eva bristle. Nearly seven years of marriage was enough to give her an advantage over just about anyone in the world. When it came to Joshua Moore, she was content expert, and she didn’t appreciate the dismissal in his tone.

“Really?” she sneered, “Because I seem to remember that it took you months to even get Josh’s attention last time.”

She set the dishes in the sink and stepped aside so that he could grab the sponge. Horacio squeezed more soap onto it and picked up the first dish to scrub away the remnants of dinner. “That was planned,” he asserted. “We didn’t want to scare him.”

“Sure.”

He cast her a glare, “He’ll take the bait faster, this time.”

Eva took the clean plate from him and grabbed a towel to dry it, “Or, he’ll send someone to take the bait for him and you’ll end out shot in the back on the street.”

Horacio scoffed, “He’s not that much of a coward.”

“Yes he is!”

He was quiet while he cleaned the next two plates, dutifully handing them to her. Then, he reached down and pulled the plug, “What if he shoots you in the back?”

Eva finished drying the last plate and sighed, “He won’t. If anything, he’ll want to flaunt that he has me back right in front of you before putting a bullet in you. Gloat. Just like you said.”

They stood in front of the sink while water slowly gurgled down the drain. Eva could admit that they were both right, in their own way. And, they were both just stubborn enough to reach an impasse in the argument.

The door opened and Javier peeked around it, “Uh, everything okay?”

Eva shot him a brittle smile, “Everything is fine.” Then, to Horacio, “When you go out parading around town, I’ll go with you. Let him think that you’re using me the same way he did. That will enrage him. That will get him to confront you, man to man.”

Later, while Horacio was asleep. Eva sat on the couch with a beer. In the darkness, she stared out the apartment window to the street. It was quiet, far more quiet than she expected in such a populated city.

Eva drained the bottle and went to throw it in the trash. Then, she padded through the apartment and into the en suite bathroom. With the door closed, Eva flicked on the lights and reached for her carry on bag.

She set it on the counter and pulled open the zipper. Hands spreading two sides apart, Eva stared down at the only thing that mattered inside. The metal gleamed in the light, drawing her gaze down the barrel. The magazine was mixed in with her perfumes and there were extra bullets in her suitcase.

It didn’t really matter to Eva what Horacio had planned for Josh, once they got him in custody.

There was only one way this was going to go for him.