#cora.

NAME: the other hale (?)

RINGTONE:  Default

PICTURE: N/A

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: i need scott's number.

context: cora sent a risqué photo to the wrong number, intending to send it to her spouse/the person she’s dating. your muse got the text instead.

kinks/connections: taboo, age gap, adultery, power dynamics, a/b/o, masturbation, toy use, step/child, step/sibling/in-law, student x teacher, boss/coworker, wrong number/stranger, ex, best friend etc

This might be the worst idea his team will have ever proposed, and so naturally Joe accepted without a second thought.

After all this time, there is still a need to get one over Cora Jones; if anything, to do it before she does. They were bound to run into each other again at some point, so what better way than to do it live on air in front of a dozen cameras.

A combination of medications – or, more accurately, daily vitamins for the modern yuppie – sits in the palm of his hand before he washes them down with a Diet Coke. Nerves? No, can’t be. This is something different. However, there’s a sudden knock on the door, and he immediately snaps out of it. Switched on.

“Cora—” the name breezes past his lips, tugging at the corners into a complacent smirk. He holds the door open, taking in all of her beauty and glamour. “We’re on soon. Shouldn’t you be in hair and make-up?”

não querendo ser muito óbvia, mas rolar um ataque de [ insira suspense aqui ] no meio da praia, e vai rolar umas mortes e vamos ter que fazer uns turninhos bacanas pra conseguir conter [ insira suspense aqui ] e levar os sobreviventes pra um lugar seguro. turnos em grupo e pa <3 eu não sei explicar as coisas sem dar spoiler, mas juro que a gente vem pensando nisso faz um tempão, então epero que vocês gostem..